I'm a man who's used to the big city life and all the distractions that it offers. Especially those of a kinky sexual type. Back home, whenever I’d had a long day at work, or needed to let off some steam, I would always go to an exclusive club for billionaires, called Love in San Francisco, where you could buy dates or sex with beautiful women.
I would always buy a “pet” for a dominant/submissive relationship and be in them for a while until I got bored and moved onto the next one. It was an easy way for me to have my fun without any strings being attached. Emotionless, and no one gets hurt.
I've preferred to have them that way ever since back in high school when the girl I liked dumped me for my friend. I was devastated and vowed that I would never allow myself to feel that pain again. That's why I don't do traditional relationships.
I'm growing restless in this small town. I miss the club. I've had an idea in my mind the past few weeks. I would like to start doing auctions like that here in Bloom, but I'm not sure how to get such a thing started up.
I wonder if I should ask Andrew. He's always been the brains when it comes to the business and legal stuff. I wonder how he'd react to it? Maybe I'll talk to him about it.
He's busy talking about the business, though, and how great the tax incentives are for it in this small town. He has a lot of hope and ambitions for himself. I'm sure he will turn it into a big success; I just wish I didn't feel like we were stuck in the middle of nowhere.
"Yeah, it really was a great decision to move out here. I think a lot is going to happen to the company this year. I mean a lot of great things," I encourage him.
I'm trying to soften him up, for when I tell him about my auction idea later.
"Yeah, I feel the same way," Andrew replies with a smile.
"I still can't believe the nerve of that HR guy. Arguing with you like that." I shake my head, acting as if I'm on his side, although I think there is plenty of blame to go all around.
Andrew shrugs and says, "It will be alright, I guess. He just needs to learn his place."
"Yeah, but at least you had the guts to tell him off a little," I say, and laugh.
We slow our pace as we near the flower shop.
Andrew chuckles.
"You sound like you want something? What's with all the compliments?" he asks, good naturedly.
"Just trying to be a good friend," I reply, with a shrug.
I'm not ready to tell him about my idea yet. I want to do a little research on my own first and present him with something he won't be able to refuse. He gives me a doubtful look as we both walk into the flower shop, which is called Love in Bloom.
He is all business again as he begins examining the bouquets. I'm instantly bored, so I just wander around the shop. I can't help it. I start scoping out the women in the place.
I'm sizing them up and wondering which of them would agree to the auction. I doubt too many of them would, though. Being that we are in a small town, I'm sure they have high morals and ethics.
Still, it can't hurt to try or ask, I figure.
For a small store, this place seems to be doing well. There are a few customers in here, as well as a lot of wrapped bouquets lined up, as if they’re about to be delivered.
That surprises me. It also makes me wonder what other places this town has to offer. Maybe I should check it out.
I haven't been out much since we got here – not that I really want to. I'm just bored and missing the city.
And sex.
I’m missing kinky, fun sex.
Chapter 2 Brian
Love in Bloom. Sounds a little cheesy for a flower shop, I think to myself as Andrew and I are walking around the store. I start talking to a few of the women that are in here. Although they’re decent looking, there is no one that stands out to me or catches my attention.
What was I expecting?
We are in Idaho, after all.
I wait for Andrew to pick his flowers. While I do so, I glance at the cashier a couple of times.
She's not really my type, but she is the best looking one here. Maybe I can convince her to be a part of the auction, I think. I mean, it's worth a shot.
I'm getting irritated with Andrew for taking so long. He finally gets his flowers. While ringing us up, the cashier seems friendly. I still think she's attractive and curvaceous, even if her features aren’t really my thing.
I can tell that Andrew likes her a lot though, because of the way he's acting. She smiles at us politely and has that friendly charm that everyone in small towns seems to have.
Her name tag reads Sheila.
I start talking to her and asking her questions about her job and financial situation. She answers them in a friendly manner, so I start to think that maybe she will be open to what I have to say.
I soon find out that I was so wrong about that.
"How would you like to learn about an interesting money-making opportunity?" I ask her.
Though her smile is polite, I can see the drop dead look in her eyes. She informs me that she is very happy with her job and isn’t interested. I'm still busy trying to convince her, though – what other choice do I
