Homerun2611
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Rick Harris
I am the married, 45 year old CEO of a large US Investment Bank that was anxious to raise it international brand recognition. At six foot two, 190 pounds, I am commanding in both my presence and style, and I use it to my advantage. With a confidence, that many felt bordered on arrogance, I was self made and had built a company that was nipping at the heels of the established elite. My personal life was a different issue. I had married young, had three children, and only when they stopped having children did my wife and I realize how different we were. She was arguably a saint, well respected and a leader in the different charities she lead, Rick was a ruthless negotiator and businessman, a capitalist, constantly looking for instant gratification. Our differences were never more apparent than in the bedroom, where my wife loved vanilla once a month, and I preferred all the flavors and two and three scoops at a time where possible.
When the new World Golfing Championship event was announced for late fall in Thailand, as a final large payday event two weeks after the Ryder or President's Cup, kicking off the next golf season, I had met with my Board and we had gone all in. Their commitment as lead sponsor was $15 million per year, but for that we would have two marquee marketing events in the US, one in Chicago, our home, and one in New York, and we would have a third event the Tuesday night of the event. The event would only be open to the top 60 players in the world rankings, or next up if one had an injury or personal problem, but absences were significantly frowned upon, and everyone knew it.
Having secured the event in November, my small team of of his top advisors, and myself, went to interview a select group of Event Planning specialists, who ideally could handle all three events. However, the most important initial aspect was the right coordinator in Thailand. As we flew over in the company's Citation Jet, I was in a foul mood. Given my position it was increasingly difficult to arrange company to indulge my robust sexual appetite. I eyed each stewardess on the flight, but none particularly struck my interest. I was tired of bedding different throw away women who rarely matched my labido. One aspect that was a must have of any firm I hired was someone dedicated to my account, and in my mind, my interests. While it wasn't impossible that I would retain a firm who didn't provide me the opportunity for certain extracurriculars, it was definitely my preference. As the jet landed in Bangkok, I was intrigued by the city. Thailand was infamous for its sex scene, and as a well hung, wealthy american male, I had been assured by many that I would have bountiful options. Therefore as I checked into the Mandarin Oriental, I was confident, that at a minimum, my one week stay there would have options to satisfy my sexual thirst.
The first day was spent recovering from Jet lag, and getting an amazing massage at the elite hotel. My masseuse had been gorgeous, and as the massage progressed, and she began to massage my balls and finger my ass, I knew the country would live up to its reputation. Even the five star hotels were full of elite sex workers. Refreshed and looking forward to interviewing the three firms I had scheduled over the next three days, myself and my crew entered the offices of Julia's Premiere Events. Each group had set up a day of demonstrations and entertainment, the intention being to demonstrate the type of experience I could expect. She met us at the door, and I smiled. The short skirt, the tight blouse, the incredible tits, and those dazzling eyes and smile, she had my attention, I looked forward to the next few days. Little did I know, that was only the beginning
I am the married, 45 year old CEO of a large US Investment Bank that was anxious to raise it international brand recognition. At six foot two, 190 pounds, I am commanding in both my presence and style, and I use it to my advantage. With a confidence, that many felt bordered on arrogance, I was self made and had built a company that was nipping at the heels of the established elite. My personal life was a different issue. I had married young, had three children, and only when they stopped having children did my wife and I realize how different we were. She was arguably a saint, well respected and a leader in the different charities she lead, Rick was a ruthless negotiator and businessman, a capitalist, constantly looking for instant gratification. Our differences were never more apparent than in the bedroom, where my wife loved vanilla once a month, and I preferred all the flavors and two and three scoops at a time where possible.
When the new World Golfing Championship event was announced for late fall in Thailand, as a final large payday event two weeks after the Ryder or President's Cup, kicking off the next golf season, I had met with my Board and we had gone all in. Their commitment as lead sponsor was $15 million per year, but for that we would have two marquee marketing events in the US, one in Chicago, our home, and one in New York, and we would have a third event the Tuesday night of the event. The event would only be open to the top 60 players in the world rankings, or next up if one had an injury or personal problem, but absences were significantly frowned upon, and everyone knew it.
Having secured the event in November, my small team of of his top advisors, and myself, went to interview a select group of Event Planning specialists, who ideally could handle all three events. However, the most important initial aspect was the right coordinator in Thailand. As we flew over in the company's Citation Jet, I was in a foul mood. Given my position it was increasingly difficult to arrange company to indulge my robust sexual appetite. I eyed each stewardess on the flight, but none particularly struck my interest. I was tired of bedding different throw away women who rarely matched my labido. One aspect that was a must have of any firm I hired was someone dedicated to my account, and in my mind, my interests. While it wasn't impossible that I would retain a firm who didn't provide me the opportunity for certain extracurriculars, it was definitely my preference. As the jet landed in Bangkok, I was intrigued by the city. Thailand was infamous for its sex scene, and as a well hung, wealthy american male, I had been assured by many that I would have bountiful options. Therefore as I checked into the Mandarin Oriental, I was confident, that at a minimum, my one week stay there would have options to satisfy my sexual thirst.
The first day was spent recovering from Jet lag, and getting an amazing massage at the elite hotel. My masseuse had been gorgeous, and as the massage progressed, and she began to massage my balls and finger my ass, I knew the country would live up to its reputation. Even the five star hotels were full of elite sex workers. Refreshed and looking forward to interviewing the three firms I had scheduled over the next three days, myself and my crew entered the offices of Julia's Premiere Events. Each group had set up a day of demonstrations and entertainment, the intention being to demonstrate the type of experience I could expect. She met us at the door, and I smiled. The short skirt, the tight blouse, the incredible tits, and those dazzling eyes and smile, she had my attention, I looked forward to the next few days. Little did I know, that was only the beginning
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