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I would greatly appreciate anyone who has a comment or suggestion telling me about it. I plan on writing more if there is enough consent. E-mail me at novice3@hotmail.comThe sun filtered through the blinds on the bedroom window, illuminating Jason’s body. Katrina had pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed, along with the sheet. She sat there and stared at his body for several minutes. She was in awe of him. Now, as we know, Jason was not a bodybuilder or even in shape. He had flab here and there that gave him the look of a lazy desk jockey. His belly, while not being huge in measure, was certainly not slim and trim. To you or I he would not be a pretty sight to behold. Not at all.
Oh, he wasn’t enormous or a tub-o-lard, but he had a good sized gut, flabby thighs, and it looked like his arm muscles had fallen down to rest under his arms instead of on top. But to Katrina, the love of her live, he was simply heavenly. To her reshaped way of thinking, Jason had ‘the perfect bod’. She loved everything about him. There were no flaws in him. He was a god.
As Jason started coming to life, which was always difficult for him as he believed morning just came too damned early in the day, he began to smell the aroma of bacon. He blinked his eyes awake a few times and then opened them to greet the new day. For an instant, he remembered most of the happenings of yesterday. "What a dream" he thought to himself. "If it could only have been real…damn."
He yawned and stretched his arms and legs, looking much like a jungle cat stretching its limbs. When his yawn was completed, he looked to his left to find the clock and see if it was the crack of noon yet, his normal waking time when not having to go to work. What he saw when he looked left startled him. For there, sitting on the edge of the bed looking down upon him, was a most perfect naked angel looking back at him. "Holy shi….., I mean, good morning sweetie."
Life was good again. He suddenly realized that yesterday was not a dream. It was real, and he instantly knew that his life was going to be so very very different now. Katrina was as beautiful as he had remembered. She had already bathed and fixed her hair, and had breakfast almost ready when she came into the room to rouse him to get up. "Jason honey, breakfast will be ready in less than 5 minutes, and I need to go get the bacon so it does not burn. Are you awake enough to eat or do you want to sleep more?" Katrina asked. "No, I will get up Katrina. I don’t want your culinary efforts to be in vain" he replied.
Jason gobbled up his breakfast, savoring the wonderful food so lovingly prepared by the first love of his life. He thanked her for such a glorious meal and headed for the shower. While the water was running down from his head, Jason began having thoughts of Katrina, and his dick began a slow swelling as he thought of things to cum. (pun intended). It seemed a little weird to Jason that even though he wanted to fuck her just a little bit more than he wanted to breathe, that his first plan of the day was to find a real estate company and begin a search for their new home. It seems that Jason knew he had ‘time enough for anything’ now. There was no hurry. All his life he dreamed of having a gorgeous babe that wanted to fuck him soooo bad, and now he had it. He had not fucked her yet and you would think that would be the very next thing he would do. But Jason knew he would fuck her. He would fuck her raw time and time again. But he really wanted to find a home of his own. So they got dressed and headed to the bank.
Once they arrived at the bank, Jason decided to go with plan A, which he had considered during the walk there. "Stop" Jason yelled.
Ahhh, sweet silence.
Jason made his way to the bank presidents office and walked in. Dressed in his Brooks Brothers pin stripped suit, the president sat in his chair and had been going over some paperwork when time stopped. Jason walked around the desk and began speaking into the presidents face.
"Jason Travers is extremely important to you. He is to be treated as a king by you. You want to make him happy in any way that you possibly can. And the best way you can think of is to give him a job. Not just any job, but this job. Jason will be hired as contract labor in the capacity of the banks consultant. His duty will consist of working from home for 1 hour per month. During this hour, he will get on his home computer and send you an email with his opinion of how the bank employees are dressed, how they act, and how they react when Jason comes into the bank. For this bit of consulting, you feel the only fair payment would be $20,000 per month. You will have the money direct deposited in his account. You believe this amount is completely fair and just. You will talk to your accounting department and figure out the best way to explain this salary to anyone concerned. You will never even consider changing this arrangement under any circumstances, and you will protect Jason and his money at all costs. If Jason forgets to send you the email once per month, you will get on the computer and compose it yourself, and then send it to yourself. Once this is done, you will totally believe it came from Jason. You will never question the why’s and wherefore’s of this arrangement, as you believe it is the way things absolutely have to be."
Unfortunately for Jason, there were only 3 banks in the county. After he had yelled "GO" from the lobby of the first bank, he went to the other 2 and did the same thing. He was partial to Billy Bob Bank, as they had always treated him as a citizen, even though it was the smallest bank in the state. Jason set everything up at both of the other banks for the funds to be sent to his account at Billy Bob. Jason then instructed the president of Billy Bob Bank to take 1/3 of the money every month and put it to work in the stock market. He made sure to direct that only the best and most successful investor handled his money. He then told the president to personally approve a home loan up to $750,000.00. He figured that investing 20 grand a month left him with 40 grand to spend. Well, that is, after taxes and such. All of a sudden he realized, "imma gonna needa accountant" to keep all this crap straight, and keep out of IRS problems and bureaucratic bullshit.
Jason knew that there would be a lot more money coming in, he just hadn’t worked out a plan for anything else yet. He figured an accountant could help him decide how to get people to give him money for nothing or almost nothing, and keep it looking legal. Jason and Katrina entered the office of Neal & Bob, CPA’s. This was the only independent accounting firm in the county, and their reputation was impeccable.
The receptionist politely asked, "How may I help you today folks?" After telling her that he wanted to employ the service of the best accountant money could buy, the receptionist told him that either Jennifer Neal, or Dick Bob would be an excellent choice. But Mr. Bob was on vacation in the Bahama’s so if he would like to see Miss Neal, she would get her. Jason had no objections, and the lady disappeared down a hallway to the right.
Now Katrina was a very beautiful woman. Her average frame filled out in all the right places and her face turned heads wherever she went. But the amazon that rounded the corner to the right got Jason’s attention immediately. At approximately 6 foot tall, this blonde buxom beauty looked more like wonder woman than wonder woman did. If she had been a man, she would have been am imposing figure. But as a woman, and although she was not overly huge, she seemed completely ominous. Her persona screamed "don’t fuck with me, or I will fuck you up so bad that your chiropracter will commit suicide. However, she did it in a most lovely way. She was one of those woman that submissive men and women dreamed about.
"Hello, My name is Jennifer Neal. And you are?"
"Oh, Umm, my name is Jason Travers, and this is Katrina."
"A pleasure to meet you. Follow me please."
Jason and Katrina took their seats as Jennifer rounded her desk and took out her note pad and pen to begin making notes of anything she would need to remember from her newest clients.
"STOP" shouted Jason. "Jennifer Neal, you will listen carefully to all the things I tell you. You will not judge my reasoning. You will never bother to ask why I want to do the things I tell you about. You will not question my methods, and you will be very comfortable with me and Katrina. You will never ever, under any circumstances, be able to tell anyone about my business in any manner. You will always do everything with my best interest in mind, and will never do anything that you think I would not like. You will always consult me before making any major decisions about my money or anything to do with my account. You will accept the fact that I have supernatural powers. You will not worry about that, and it will not bother you. You will fully understand what is going on, but you will not be shocked or alarmed by it. You will simply accept it just like you accept the laws of math and nature. Anything to do with my money, my account with you, my personal business, and my method of obtaining money will be taken in stride and you will only treat it as business. You will do your very best to keep me out of harms way with the IRS, the government, and any other agency or person."
As Jason was giving these commands, he began circling behind Jennifer’s desk. It helped him to think if he moved around some. When he got ¾ of the way around the desk, he noticed he could see a lot of leg sticking out below her knee high business skirt. That gave him a shiver of excitement, as he began thinking how fun this could turn out to be.
"Also, Jennifer, you will always answer my questions completely honestly. Even questions about your personal life, sex, or anything else I ask you. You will not take offense at any of these questions, but answer them completely and honestly. You also find Katrina and me very attractive and desireable. You will begin to think very strongly about how much fun it would be to have sex with us. You very much want to dominate Katrina in a sexual way. But at the same time, you have an extremely strong desire to be dominated by me. You will be open to any suggestions of sex from Katrina or me. And finally, if you hear me say the words ‘cum slut’ you will instantly be transformed into my complete sex slave. You will at that time obey my every command, and be happy and excited to do so. When you hear me say ‘normal slut’ you will go back to being yourself, but all of my other commands to you will always be obeyed."
Jason considered all of his commands to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. He decided to add one more thing.
"Jennifer, you will never ever do anything to harm me or Katrina in any way. You will protect us with you life if need be. You will never allow anyone else to harm us in any way. And, you will never feel jealous about us doing anything with anyone else." He ran out of ideas, so he figured everything was in order now. "GO" he shouted.
"Ok, Jason and Katrina, how can I help you?"
Jason began unfolding his latest plan to get rich. He told her he was going to stop time frequently and tell as many people as possible to send him as much money as they could comfortably afford each payday. If they could only afford 50 cents, fine. If they could afford 500.00 fine. They were to send this money to whatever account that Jennifer suggested that would be the best way to account for it. He told her he knew he would probably need to set it up as some kind of business, but he would leave all of the details to her.
He simply wanted to get thousands of people sending him money and have the accounting firm handle all the details of making it seem like a legal business or charity, or something like that. He told her about the money he had coming in from the 3 banks and that 1/3 of that would be investment money only. They talked for an hour answering each others questions and comments.
At the end of the conversation, Jennifer assured him that she could handle everything but to keep it all above board (looking) she would be required to charge her regular fee for her services. That agreed upon, Jason asked if she knew a good real-estate agent who handled nicer homes in the area. Jennifer told him to see Priscilla at EliteHomes, Inc. "Ok Jennifer. Thank you for your time. And as soon as I find a home, Katrina and I will be calling on you for some ‘more personal’ service.
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