You know you want to
Kate
One text started it all.
We are seeking you out on behalf of our elite members. This contract expires in twenty-four hours. We look forward to your prompt reply.
The word “contract” is a link.
This is the type of phishing text our company warns us of. One click, and a virus is immediately imbedded in the system.
I roll my eyes. How do people fall for shit like this?
Another text comes through: Aren’t you curious what the contract is about Kate Carlson?
They know my name.
Suddenly this feels less random.
I ignore it, tossing my phone aside, but then it buzzes again.
Go ahead, Kate. Satisfy your curiosity.
I turn my phone over, getting back to work.
There’s a ping, and I try not to but can’t help it.
I look.
You will be paid $100,000 per hour to let four men fuck you. You can terminate the contract at any time, should you wish.
But I bet you won’t.
What the hell? My jaw drops. I’m not poor, but by no means is one hundred thousand dollars a small sum. This must be a scam. I’m hardly a sex goddess that you’d pick out of a crowd. For heaven’s sakes, I’m an accountant. I hide behind a desk all day crunching numbers, wearing a power suit.
But it has my name on it?
I ignore it, getting back to work.
I huff. There is no way I can focus on spreadsheets.
You should be flattered; these men have very high standards. They are used to getting what they want, and they want to fuck you.
I know it’s not a real offer, but hypothetically say it was. My life is boring. I did have wild days in college. Calling them ‘wild days’ might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I did date.
Why am I entertaining this? It isn’t a real offer!!! No one would pay that kind of money for me.
But I wonder, how would it feel to be with four guys?
What would they do with me?
How does that even work?
I mentally scold myself.
This is a total serial killer text.
This time I actually push my thoughts aside and get back to finishing Mr. Andrews tax returns. I work diligently until a ping on my phone draws my attention away.
We understand your apprehension. Meet tonight at 9 pm at the Waldorf Astoria in the lobby. Someone will take you up to their room. It will be a meet and greet of sorts, and then you can decide if this is something you’re interested in. They promise to be on their best behavior.
This is crazy.
But…the Waldorf Astoria New York does add safety and legitimacy. It’s a fancy hotel, and if anything happened there, it would be big news.
Kate, you know you want to.
Is something wrong with me? The text is right; there is a part of me that wants to do this.
I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the pressure, but it has no effect.
I’m wet at the thought of being fucked by multiple men.
Did this just awaken in me a fetish that I never knew existed?
I look up from my desk and quickly turn my phone over when my assistant walks in with a large box. “This just came for you. It has no return address.”
“Thanks.” I nod, hoping she won’t extend the conversation. I breathe a sigh of relief when she leaves because I need time to process.
When I open the box, my jaw drops. These men did their homework; they even know my shoe size.
I hoped I hooked you enough to keep reading!!!
