Chapter 1: The Genius and the Gold-digger

My name is Robert Shaw. I want you to know I am a genius. No really I am. My I.Q. is somewhere around 160 so that qualifies me as a genius. I was the smartest kid in my grade school. By the time I was in the 10^th grade I was taking college courses. I graduated college when I was 19 and started working on my master’s in computer science.

When I completed my Master’s Degree I was recruited to work for a company that keeps everything working. Know what I mean? Not exactly? I will try to explain. When you got up this morning you turned on the light in your bathroom right? Well I make that possible. You washed your face. That’s me also. When you stopped to buy that 10 dollar cup of coffee and paid with your credit card, yeah, you got it. That’s me. Know what I mean? Ok I’ll try again. All those things I mentioned above well I keep the bad guys from fucking with them. I keep your information safe. I keep the grid up. Now you understand!

That’s why I was paid a signing bonus that would have made... (I don’t know sports so you put a name here) envious.

Well all that studying and preparing came at a price. My love life to be exact. I was a virgin until I was 20 years old. My first time? It was more of a lab experiment than a sexual event. We both had climaxed so we called it a success and never did it again.

It was after I had received my bonus and went to work with a six figure salary that I decided to try my luck at picking up women for sex.

I bought a $3,000 suit, a $15,000 Rolex and a $400,000 Maserati. I told you that bonus was impressive. Believe it or not the first two ventures out into the world I came up empty. Then one night I had just parked in front of the bar, walked in and sat on a stool. I ordered whiskey, straight. I hated the taste so this would last all night. I kept tipping the bartender so she let me keep my seat. This good looking blonde sits down next to me and asks if I will buy her a drink. She talks and I listen for about an hour. I try to talk to girls as little as possible so they don’t notice how shy I am. She carried the conversation but finally said she had to go. She asked me to take her to dinner Saturday night so I got her address and phone number. I was off and running.

Saturday evening I showed up with flowers. She thanked me, put them in water and we left for the restaurant. She loved the car and asked a million questions about it. I had reservations at a really nice and expensive restaurant and it was romantic. After supper we drove around town just killing time. Back at her apartment I walked her to the door and received a kiss on the cheek. I was in heaven when she asked me out again for the next week.

It was two weeks later, after the third date, that I was invited in and got the full boy friend treatment. She sucked my dick then fucked me for about 30 minutes. We took a break then repeated the act. I was a stud. She told me so.