Don't think that I'm a stuck-up bitch until the end of this story, OK? I may have been at one time, but not now. However, to tell this story properly I've got to be straight even if it makes me – Trinity – seem conceited.
I was a sociology major at a prestigious American University, with a minor in kinesthesiology. All through high school and at the start of college I garnered much male attention. While I had my share of sex, I don't think that I had a real orgasm, certainly not one that was an "earth-shattering" experience like you read about.
The "much" male attention became ridiculous my junior year in college. That was the year I was the main "study subject" for a Sociology PhD Thesis entitled "Caucasian Female Sexuality Attributes In Modern Western Cultures." I worked for a PhD candidate that summer just having photos (clothed or in bikinis, none naked) taken of me, talking to men of all ages in all sorts of situations, and helping graph and analyze data.
Sexual attractiveness is distinct from beauty, but like beauty is often viewed as simply a matter of taste. The doctoral candidate that studied me (and others) came to a different conclusion for female Caucasians in Europe, Australia, and North America (the results were not considered transferable to other races or other parts of the world). According to his Thesis, given a sleek body and symmetrical face, when determined from photos alone the most overwhelming factors determining female sexual attractiveness are "look" (primarily determined by mouth shape and position) and eye characteristics. When there is actual social contact, in addition to look and eye characteristics pheromones and attentiveness are important in determining female sexual attractiveness.
The reason why the PhD student told me that he latched onto me was because of the reaction of all of the males, students, faculty, school employees, etc., to me was legendary. The "legend" was confirmed by his study. According to his data – which I helped analyze (I honestly tried to lower my scores – but he caught me and tongue lashed me for it) – on a 1-100 rating system, in photos I received a score of 96 in responses by 1000 male test subjects ranging in age from 18-70; higher than any other photos of females (including famous actresses) by at least four points. The live reaction of 100 males that summer between my sophomore and junior years, in situations where they got to talk with me in a social situation for five minutes, resulted in a score of 99, higher than any other live subject by eight points (obviously no live famous actresses in this evaluation).
The thesis author concluded that the factors that made men find me sexually attractive were (subjectively) a "glint" in my brown eyes, an unusual and inviting "pursing" of my full lips, and my ability to make one feel important by making intense eye contact combined with naturally sensual movements of my arms, head and shoulders. Plus – impossible to confirm scientifically – a natural emission of pheromones.
After a summary of the thesis was published in the school newspaper I got hit on more than a piñata at a Mexican birthday party. It was so bad that I stopped taking classes that had male professors – that is unless I needed an A badly in an important course. Then I manipulated the shit out of the professor, and always got my A even if a B.pr a C, was deserved. I finally had to beg a gay (he hadn't publicly "declared" yet) male friend of mine to pretend to be my boyfriend just to get things to a somewhat manageable level.
When I graduated I had lots of job offers, unusual for a sociology major in only the upper third of her class, mostly from horny corporate guys or junior college deans. But I decided that if I have an unusual talent I might as well use it to make big bucks. I decided to become a sort of modern day Mata Hari. I went into the business of gathering information from men who shouldn't be giving it up, but would for the possibility of sex with me. I then sold the information I gathered to my clients.
A typical job of mine was: Company A is aware that its competitor, Company B, has some new product in the works that could give it a significant competitive advantage. Normal ways of gathering information don't work. Like many (I would say "all" but there has to be an exception somewhere) heterosexual men the CEO, marketing manager, or other dude with knowledge, of B thinks that his wealth and power allows him to act like a pig and think only with his dick.
So A would hire me to get to know the target dude of B. I charmed him while acting uninterested in business matters, and I eventually conned, drugged, or swindled the dude to get the information I needed and sold it to A for big bucks. I rarely had to fuck – or even give a blowjob to – the guy to get what I wanted, but if I did I made sure that I was intense enough to blow his mind. I was so good at faking an orgasm one sexual encounter was all I needed to turn his will to putty.
I made so much money in my unique job I was almost ready to "retire" within seven years, and had all the material things that I wanted. I still wasn't close to finding sexual fulfillment, but the "good life" was distracting me from that. Then I got the opportunity to go into "retirement" in a blaze of glory.
I was hired by a major oil company to get information about the possibility that another major oil company was entering into a multi-billion dollar deal with Chile, where a new oil find had just been confirmed. The right information would net me a cool million dollars (plus expenses). The target was a guy named Craig, head of his oil company's legal department. He was much taller, younger, and better looking than most of my targets, but also more intense and suspicious. Plus he had a fairly new girlfriend. This was going to be a project – and I had only two months to pull it off.
The first thing I did was to meet Craig pretending to be a reporter for a legal publication. I played on his ego as best I could, but he didn't react like most men. Although he had more reason to be conceited than almost any other man I met, he was as humble as a truly self-confident person could be. While there was no doubt that he was attracted to me, he didn't fawn all over me like almost every other target I had set my sites on. However, Craig did make one fatal error – he left me in his office alone. Just for thirty seconds; but that was all the time I needed to plant a sophisticated bug.
Seeing the strength of Craig's personality, I decided I had to sabotage his relationship with his girlfriend if I was to succeed. I wormed my way into a social club that his girlfriend was a member of and quickly got to know a number of people who knew her well. The almost universal opinion was that she was a gold digger – and one who was very vulnerable. She had a significant gambling problem and owed about $40,000 to people you should not owe money to. She was justifiably afraid to ask Craig for it lest he find out about her addiction and the people that she associated with.
I met with the gamblers she owed money to, told them that she had a rich boyfriend and that she was stonewalling them, and gave them Craig's name and number. Craig dumped her within days.
Using my listening device I was able to find out that Craig was going to Chile – I was sure that it was about the new oil find – on business in two days, where he had to entertain government officials. He was bemoaning the fact that he didn't have a female companion for the entertaining since the Chileans would all be with their wives or girlfriends. B-I-N-G-O!
I got another appointment to see Craig telling him – "All I need is five more minutes to finish my article before I go on vacation. Please, I guarantee only five minutes."
After my few fake, perfunctory, questions:
"So you're going on vacation Trinity?"
"Yes, I leave tomorrow."
"Where are you going?"
"To Chile."
"What?"
"Why is that so surprising. I've been told it's a nice place."
"Do you have your whole itinerary planned."
