This story is completely fictional. The company is NOT real, the company owner is NOT real, the High School is NOT real, and all the characters are totally made up and NOT based on real people. All characters engaged in sex are over 18.
The Self-made Millionaire CH. 01
A Young Man's Invention Makes Him a Multi-millionaire ©
My name is G. Randall Winston, III. I know. It sounds really nerdy. The fact is, I have been a nerd all my life. It wasn't so bad growing up though because I was a rich nerd. While a lot of nerds are picked on and bullied, and the "cool" kids didn't want to be friends with them, it's different when you're rich. The so-called cool kids actually wanted to be friends with me because they knew I could afford to do things that they couldn't unless they were with me. For instance, if the hottest band was having a concert, I could afford to buy tickets on the front row, and if you treated me right, I might take you with me. And unlike most nerds, I didn't have any trouble getting dates. Of course, it didn't hurt that I didn't look like the stereotypical nerd. No black-rimmed glasses and no pocket protector full of pens. When I was a senior in high school, I was just shy of 6'2", and I weighed 210 pounds. I guess my dad knew what it was like being a nerd, so I had been going to his gym with him since I was 15. He had me working with a personal trainer, and he helped me bulk up. I developed a chiseled chest, six-pack abs, and muscled arms and legs. Because of that, not only was I not bullied by the football players, but they actually invited me to work out with them in the school gym. And, while I don't like to brag, I have been called handsome, and even rugged-looking by the girls.
I grew up on Chicago's Miracle Mile. My dad was a broker with the Chicago Stock Exchange where he made a fortune. While I have never been called a genius, I was a straight A student and did remarkably well in math and science. That may be another reason I was never bullied. On several occasions I helped some of the football players and even the cheerleaders with their homework. So, even though I was a nerd, everyone considered me cool.
After I graduated high school at the top of my class, I attended MIT where I earned a degree in Engineering. I then attended the Wharton School where I earned an MBA. I was recruited by a number of Engineering companies, but after growing up in the cold winters of Chicago, then at MIT in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and finally at Wharton in Philadelphia, I decided to take an offer from a small firm located in Hialeah, Florida. I worked there for a year before I decided to open my own firm.
I had taken a course in aerodynamics while at MIT. After moving to Florida, several of the guys I worked with got me interested in golf. I woke up once in the middle of the night, and I had this idea in my head to design a more aerodynamically superior golf club. I'm not sure how that idea came to me, but I couldn't get it out of my head and I couldn't get back to sleep. I got out of bed and started working on my idea right away. A week later, I was satisfied with my design enough that I bought an empty factory in Coral Gables and went to work. After I had my first prototype, I went to the driving range to try it out. I was very pleased with the results. I then had a dozen more drivers manufactured and gave them to some guys at the golf course to try out. A week later, I met up with them and asked their opinion. Most of them were very pleased and admitted they had improved their drive. Some of them made some recommendations like using graphite shafts and improving the grip. I then made some new prototypes and asked some professional golfers to try them out. They were all very pleased. I talked some of them into using my new design and to wear my hats and golf shirts with my logo. As the old saying goes, the rest is history. My golf clubs can now be found in almost every pro shop in the country.
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It is now a couple of years later, and with the money in a trust fund my father had given me, and the money I had made from my new golf club business, I was a 25-year-old multi-millionaire. My dad taught me the importance of owning real estate, so I purchased a penthouse condo in a luxury high-rise on Miami's south shore. Besides a beautiful ocean view, it had a great pool, and there was never a lack of beautiful women wearing skimpy bikinis. Oh, did I fail to mention that I'm hyper-sexual? In other words, I love pussy and can't stand going a day without fucking someone. Luckily, I never had any trouble talking one of the girls at the pool into going up to my bed, even though I discovered most of them were married.
When I started my business, I hired a secretary. My first thought was to find the youngest, sexiest, most beautiful girl I could find. However, my business sense told me I needed someone who was experienced and competent. After interviewing several candidates, I ended up hiring Kathy. She was 42 years old and divorced. However, she was very experienced, and according to her letters of recommendation, she was very capable. Despite her age, she appeared very fit and slim with a 36C bust and an amazing ass. During her interview, she revealed that after her divorce, she decided to get in shape, so she joined a gym, did Pilates, and ran three miles every morning. She said she was very self-conscious since her husband had left her for a younger, prettier, and sexier woman. I said, "Well, Kathy, if it was your intent to look younger, prettier, and sexier, I can tell you that you succeeded."
She blushed, but she didn't make a comment. I did catch her quick smile though.
For the first two weeks, she wore very conservative clothes that didn't reveal anything, but try as she might, there was no way to hide the fact that she had great tits and an equally great ass. Every time she sat down I admired her shapely legs. My office consisted of my desk and chair, and two chairs in front of my desk for visitors. There was a sofa against one wall, and Kathy's desk, chair and filing cabinet were all located across from my desk. I'm sure she was unaware of it, but she would normally cross her legs after she sat down, causing her skirt to ride up to about mid-thigh. I couldn't believe that I was having thoughts of fucking a 42-year-old woman, but I definitely was.
The fourth week she was there, I asked her to come over to my desk and sit down in one of the visitor's chairs. Instead of sitting in front of my desk, I asked her to move the chair so she was sitting in front of me. As was her habit, she crossed her legs, causing me to have impure thoughts. I started by asking her if she was happy working for me. I think she thought I was going to fire her because she immediately answered, "Oh, yes sir, Mr. Winston. I'm very happy here. The working conditions are good, and the pay is excellent. I hope I haven't done anything to displease you."
I smiled and answered, "No, Kathy, you haven't done anything to displease me. In fact, I'm very pleased with your performance so far. I do have a few suggestions, though."
"Yes, sir. Of course. What would you like me to do differently?"
I was thinking, "You can get on your knees and suck my cock", but I didn't say that. Instead, I said, "Well, first, I would like for you to drop the sir, and Mr. Winston. Please call me Randy."
She looked surprised, but she answered, "Of course, sir.... I mean, Randy."
Next, you may have noticed that I don't always take lunch, but I have never seen you take a lunch break. Do you ever eat lunch?"
She said she did, but she didn't want to leave the office unattended when I was gone in case someone called. I told her that was why we had voice mail. I told her, "From now on, I would like for you to join me for lunch at least three times a week. Would that be OK with you?"
Again, she seemed surprised. She answered, "Of course. If that's what you want."
Humm. Did I detect a somewhat submissive tone in her answer? She asked, "Was there anything else, sir, um, Randy?"
"Kathy, I know your work history. You have worked for several high-end businesses, most in a high-rise building. Now you're working in a one-story factory. This office used to be the manager's office and they had several people working in this same office. I know it's not fancy like the other places you have worked. You may have noticed that we don't have a lot of corporate types coming here for a visit. I guess what I want to say is, you don't have to worry about impressing anyone. You dress very professionally. Don't get me wrong, I think you look very nice, but what I'm trying to say is, I would like for you to dress a little more casually. I'm even going to implement casual Fridays, so if you want to wear jeans, that would be fine."
She didn't say anything, so I asked, "Any questions?"
