Ah ha, so Alice has finally moved into her college dorm. Good for her. I comment on the post: Congratulations!
The comment, however, feels a bit fake. After all, it’s unlikely that our friendship will last. She’ll meet a ton of people in college, and I’ll fade into the background. That’s just how the world works.
In the meantime, I’ll build up my business.
Sure, I could have gone to college like everyone else, but honestly, selling panties online is way more fun. Besides, there aren’t many people who can work in their pajamas and rake in a boatload of cash like I do – especially not at eighteen.
Satisfied with my hard day’s work, I close my laptop and transition into my bed. There, I turn on the TV, flicking through the channels.
I stop once I find the soap opera I’ve been watching. The plotline is completely ridiculous. Nothing that dramatic ever happens in real life, nor do people just bang out of the blue. But sometimes, it’s nice to imagine that such things can happen, even if they don’t happen to me.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind bumping into a handsome stud and falling into bed with him. I’ve never really done that before, but I’m eager to try it out. Unfortunately, all of the guys from my high school were either douche bags, idiots, or both. I really didn’t have the mental bandwidth to deal with them.
So yeah, I’ve been single for a while – or should I say my entire life? Technically, I shouldn’t feel bad. There are plenty of eighteen-year-old virgins, right? Still, that doesn’t help the fact that I’m itching to get under the sheets. Maybe it’s the nature of my work or the fact that my fingers just aren’t cutting it anymore.
I sink deeper into my pillow and watch as the two main characters go at it. There’s sexy music playing in the background, setting the mood. Their hands don’t stop moving. She wraps her legs around his waist and locks her ankles together, making it impossible for him to escape. He kisses her neck and nips at the sensitive skin. Her moan echoes through the speakers as she tilts her head back in ecstasy.
Damn.
I wish that were me.
With a sigh, I turn off the TV.
Maybe in a few months, when I have enough money, I can hire a sexy male escort. Now wouldn’t that be fun? I smirk just thinking about it, my mind already traveling down the naughtiest avenues. Oh, the things we’d do together. I can only imagine.
My hand slips underneath a fresh pair of panties. I start to rub one out, knowing that when I list this specific pair, I’ll need to capitalize on the fact that they’ll be absolutely saturated with my female juices. That’ll hike up the price for sure because men are such pervs.
But if it weren’t for their depravity, I’d be out of business. So they can be as creepy as they want to be as long as my panties continue to sell like hotcakes.
I won’t complain.
And with that thought, I continue to finger myself faster and faster until finally, I reach the height of my bliss, my juices overflowing into the fabric of my panties.
Perfect. It’s a job well done, and I smile sleepily before flipping over and turning out the lights.
2
Bruce
It’s just another day at the office.
I glance across my desk to where my personal assistant is sipping on his coffee, one leg crossed over the other. Jesse started with me a couple years ago, and although he’s young, he’s now one of the few people I trust in the world.
“Find anything interesting this morning?”
He shrugs.
“A few items. Nothing too spectacular. The market’s down, Bruce. There’s no getting around it.”
“There’s always a way,” I insist. To prove a point, I open the internet browser on my laptop and start doing a little digging of my own. After all, I didn’t become an entertainment industry mogul and the CEO of Lockhart Industries on luck alone. Grit, hard work, and skill all went into my success.
With a keen eye, I scroll through countless Google searches, trying to find something worth tapping into.
“I’m telling you, boss, there’s nothing worth buying.”
“You just haven’t looked hard enough.” I roll up my sleeves and type a new set of keywords into the search bar.
At its foundation, Lockhart Industries is a financing company. It takes the money of wealthy individuals and invests it in the stock market. Then, once that money makes a profit, the company takes a hefty cut of that profit and reinvests the remaining amount until the money snowballs into millions.
It’s an easy and surefire way to become part of the one percent.
But that has never been enough for me. With the company’s assets, I buy out other, smaller companies, usually in the entertainment industry. Realistically, I could invest in anything, but entertainment is my penchant. There’s just something about a good movie or a good book that piques my interest like nothing else. More specifically, I’m interested in adult entertainment, if you know what I mean.
