Long ago, I decided that success in business was much more important than dating or family. My decision paid off in a big way. My startup was a bigger hit than I dared to dream, and a huge conglomerate offered me an obscene amount of money for it. After I sold my company and retired at the ripe old age of 32, the next day was even more unusual.

I woke up at 5:58, two minutes before the alarm went off. I shaved, showered, and put a suit on as usual. I picked up my wallet and keys and got to the garage before I realized I didn’t need to hurry to the office. I didn’t work anymore. I had a quarter billion dollars, and plenty of time to do anything I wanted.

I filled and started the coffee maker. I enjoyed nice coffee aroma while making toast and an omelet. I watched the birds out the window while I ate a nice breakfast, for a change. I wouldn’t need to look good for any meetings, so I took off my tie. I watched the morning news, then put a load of laundry in the washer. I cleaned up a small coffee spill and washed the few dishes in the kitchen sink. I looked around but found no other chores waiting. Maybe I could call one of the ladies I used to do business with and invite her to dinner. But no, she’d be at work.

I hadn’t been bored in a long time and hated it. I thought about what to make for supper and realized it wouldn’t be supper time for half a day. I looked at my watch for at least the fifth time. It was only 10 am and I was starting to lose my mind already!

The doorbell rang. I thought, ‘Great! Something to do!’ When I opened the front door a cab drove off. A pretty platinum-blonde held a mostly empty bottle of champagne. Despite the cool weather, the college-aged hottie only wore a white bikini, white high heels, and a leather jacket. I saw the shape of her camel toe and smelled the alcohol from two steps away. She asked, “Ish this HIC! Ish this ah...” She stared at a business card a moment. “Ish this 6902 Bimbo Drive? I’m here for ... HIC! ... here to do a porno.”

I told her, “This is 9602 BIMINI Drive.”

“Oh. Can you fuck me and record it while I sleep? HIC!”

She leaned on the wall and began to snore. She fell and I caught her, then carried her to the living room.

She woke and took her jacket off when I laid her on the couch. She slurred several more words, saying, “Pornsh better naked. Get doshe pantsh off. HIC!” She reached for my zipper and passed out again.

I hadn’t had a drink in years, but since I wasn’t going anywhere, I drank the last of the champagne as I stared at her. She had smooth long legs, a flat belly, and several blonde pubic hairs protruded from the edges of her panties. A nipple stuck out of one of the bikini’s cups and moved a little as she snored. Once I got over the surprise, I wondered who she was and why she was there, other than the obvious.

“Hey, wake up.” I touched her ankle lightly, then shook her lower leg a little. “Wake up.” I shook her arm a bit and then touched her cheek, but there was still no reaction.

I looked in her jacket pockets. The left one held a lighter and pack of cigarettes. In the other I found a wallet. Her driver license showed her name was “Samantha Fisher”, and the birthdate on it meant she was a month past 21. The address was three hours away. Her disposable wealth was apparently four dollars, since she had no bank cards. The only other items of interest were a wrapped condom and a business card from a porn company, “Willy Wanky Productions”, on the far side of the city at 6902 Bimbo Drive.

She moved a little in her sleep and the rest of her right breast escaped the bikini top. I debated with myself, should I put it back in, or not? I felt my briefs tighten as I thought about it. Covering her up would be the decent thing to do, but if she woke while I was doing it she might get upset. I thought about it quite a while. I noticed I had instinctively started rubbing myself through my trousers. I stopped myself, then shook her shoulder. “HEY, WAKE UP!”