Chapter 5 Derek
After my long, frustrating day at work is finally over, I decide to head back to the luxurious penthouse apartment I’m renting while I’m working on this project in Pittsburgh. After a quick elevator ride, I stagger through the door.
I feel impatient and frustrated today. I know I have a lot more work to finish still – my work never seems as if it’s done – but I just can’t focus. I'm so damned annoyed with Karen. I tell myself just need a few minutes alone at home to relax and put the situation out of my mind. I have to be at my best because we are in the early stages of this company, so everything has to go perfect.
I sigh as I lie on my soft couch. Of course, I should be used to this stuff by now. This Karen drama. Women are always throwing themselves at me, assuming that they are my type, or that I will be instantly attracted to them.
What many of them don’t know is that that's never going to happen; I'm extremely picky, and all the women who keep throwing themselves at me are all the same. That makes them indistinguishable in my eyes, and I need a woman who stands out from the crowd and gives me a challenge.
Plus, these women usually start to catch feelings, whenever they meet someone like me. I'm not looking for a relationship, commitment, or anything like that right now. I never am. Being a player is what I’m known for.
This whole situation with Karen gets me wondering what exactly my type of perfect woman really is. I close my eyes as I lay on the couch. I start to think about the type of girl who is my type. I want her to be curvy and feisty and independent and smart.
I smile at the ceiling, realizing that that is definitely the type of woman I’m attracted to. I wish I could meet one out here in Pittsburgh, but I seriously doubt that is going to happen. Back in San Francisco, definitely, but not here. The West Coast girls have a certain laid-back allure to them that I haven’t seen in these hardened East Coast girls.
I slide my hand in my pants and wrap it around my big, hard cock. I stroke it while thinking about what I'd like to do to such a girl. I would love to have her in my bed. To feel her naked body trembling beneath me as I take her virginity. Then to take turns, me eating her out and her going down on me.
Then I would hold her down on the bed, show her a little bit of who is in charge. I would never be rough with her, of course. I would have to start off slow, easing into her and romancing her with a little tender love making. Somehow, that idea seems very appealing right now. Maybe because it’s been awhile since I was with anyone.
I play with myself until I cum, but somehow my little fantasy session feels as if it falls short, not being as enjoyable as it usually is. I wish Karen hadn’t ruined this for me just like she had ruined my work day.
Also, I'm tired of always having to fucking fantasize about the perfect woman. I want a real one, just for me.
After I clean up, I lay back on the couch and stare at the ceiling some more. My thoughts drift to how my life used to be back home.
I really miss the auctions back in San Francisco. There are certain exclusive, secret clubs that billionaires like me go to when we want to find certain women or let out certain kinks.
If I were there, I would be able to buy a woman and spend the night with a woman without having to worry about getting into trouble at work or dealing with a relationship, etc. Things were so easy and carefree back in San Fran. I wish I could leave Pittsburgh and get back to that. But of course, I still have work to do here.
After a few minutes, an idea occurs to me. I jump off the couch and look for my phone. Once I find it, I quickly call my friend Brian. We both used to go to the auctions together, and he liked them even more than I did – if that was possible.
“Hey, bud,” he says, once he answered. “How’s Philly treating ya?”
“It’s Pittsburgh,” I correct him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Pittsburgh. All I know is that it’s a big city that starts with P, in the state that starts with P, and it has to be better than this hellhole.”
I laugh, realizing that he’s right – it could be must worse. Brian is stuck in a small town in Idaho while he helps the company’s co-founder, Andrew, start a branch there. The state had good tax benefits for tech companies that they couldn’t pass up – but Brian was missing California even more than I was.
We go through the usual formalities of greeting and checking on each other, but I’m anxious to cut all of that short because I don't have time for suck things at the moment. I'm impatient and need a sympathetic ear so I can vent my problems.
I’ll go ahead and admit right now that I can be a selfish asshole sometimes. But can’t we all?
"So, what's up, old pal?” Brian asks.
I need no further prompt and quickly start to complain about the situation to him.
After listening to me, this impromptu phone call works out just like I had hoped it might. Although I was surprised to hear about what it's like where Brian is.
Brian tells me
