The job was easy, but it was also tedious. It was thankless and arduous. But it did pay. And for those who played ball, it paid better than any other job ever would. Jonathon Ohlrich was in his twelfth year with the FDA, and he had become far richer in that time than he ever would have imagined. He didn't much like the job, and he occasionally felt guilty about some of the things he had done in his time there. But the money was simply too good.
John had started out as a salesman back in 1988. His first job out of high school had been selling knives door to door. He hadn't gone to college, and he had never been a very good student, but he was good at making sales. In his first year he sold over twenty thousand dollars' worth of knives. In his second year he sold nearly a hundred thousand. The year after that he got picked up by one of the top pharmaceutical companies in the country.
It became evident rather quickly that selling drugs was a lot easier than selling knives. John quickly climbed the ranks, consistently selling more than his counterparts, and made decent money off commissions. After five straight years of being one of the top salesmen in the industry, John was made vice president of sales. His time as VP was profitable for both himself, and others. In under a decade, he had become one of the most valuable members of a fortune five hundred company.
At that time John had expected to become CEO one day, and have his name be known across the financial world. But once he reached the top floor, and things were explained to him, he knew that his future lay elsewhere. John finished out his contract as VP, and then became a sort of free agent in the pharmaceutical industry. He got impressive job offers from all of the rival companies. One offer was even good enough to make him second guess his plans. But he did as he had been instructed, and it all worked out for the better.
Despite being offered positions that paid eight figures a year, John accepted a position at the FDA. His annual salary was just over one hundred thousand dollars a year, less than he had been paid since he was twenty-one. But by then he knew how it all worked. He knew what kind of money there really was in the industry, and he knew how to get it.
John did the actual job of course, studying, reviewing, approving, and licensing many different products that would be sold to the public. Coincidentally, he was given charge of reviewing several products manufactured by his former employer. And against all odds, every one of those products was approved for sale. The money didn't go to him directly of course. He was not the first to play the game, nor would he be the last. A system had been set up long before John was even born. He had offshore bank accounts, with far more money than he told anyone. It was a little annoying, having to hide just how rich he actually was. But he had long since decided that he would rather be secretly mega wealthy than publicly rich.
John's personal life had been less successful than his professional one, however. His tireless efforts and unending drive in his work had not made him an easy man to know. He had never been unattractive, and his money had always made it so he could have women. When he was young he had been a bit of a playboy, flashing his wealth whenever he needed to. When he was twenty-eight he had met a very pretty girl named Gwen. She was four years younger than him, and seemed to share his values and goals in life. They had married after just a year of dating. A year after that Gwen had their first child. Over the next ten years she had three more children.
John loved his wife, and his children, but what he truly loved more than anything, was money. His rise through the industry had excited Gwen originally. She had seemed like the perfect fit for him. But as the years went on, and the children grew older, Gwen became less interested in John's money and station. She no longer wanted fancy vacations and nannies to watch the kids, and cars, and everything else John provided. Eventually Gwen had come to want a husband and father to her children. John tried to reason with her, and show her that he had not been the one to change. He was the same man she had married. But somehow that was the problem.
When Gwen left him, she got half of the money in the divorce. This obviously didn't bother John, as it wasn't his real money. His real money was untouchable, safe and far away. Gwen didn't even know how much money he actually had, nor would she find out. John knew that if he died first she would probably learn about it. He planned on leaving everything to his sons, and the daughter that would still speak to him. But that was all far away, and in the meantime, Gwen could have half of his government salary, while his real fortune grew by the second.
Since the divorce John had tried to get back in the dating game, and found that only a rather specific type of woman wanted to be involved with an older, wealthy, divorced man. He had some very fun experiences with some beautiful women his son's age. But that's all they could be for. He didn't intend on marrying a twenty-year-old bimbo. That didn't stop him from sleeping with them. But all in all, it had become a lonely life. John knew he would be as rich as anyone he knew, though he wouldn't get to show it. And he knew he would be giving his children more than anyone they knew, though they wouldn't know it until he died. It was something he had come to terms with years ago, and now he was simply living it out, one day at a time.
On one particular day, a Saturday in March to be specific, John found himself sitting at the bar of his local country club. He had been a member for more than two decades, and it had become his favorite place. He liked the way people there treated him; like the man of substance he truly was. He sat at the bar, drinking a Manhattan straight up, wondering if he might want to visit his favorite gentleman's club later, when he saw two gorgeous young women enter the room. Nearly everyone in the place took notice as the two girls walked casually over to the bar, but they paid it no mind. John could tell that these girls got stared at everywhere they went, and rightly so. They were easily two of the most stunning women he had ever seen.
They were both tall, one more so than the other. And they were both brunette. They both had quite stunning faces, and they both appeared to be in very good shape. But the clear standout feature for both of these young women was undoubtedly their breasts. John couldn't remember seeing any woman with breasts as large and perfect as either of them. The shorter one would have been the sexiest woman John had ever seen, if she were alone. The taller one was even better. John ogled their amazing busts as they sauntered over to the bar, laughing pleasantly with each other.
They ordered drinks, with most of the people in the place still watching them. And then one of them made eye contact with John. He felt a little bit like a nervous teenager as he stared into the stunning blue eyes of the shorter girl. She flashed a pretty smile at him, and he was taken aback by how beautiful she actually was. He didn't know what these girls were doing here, but he was intrigued. The girl was still staring at him with her sexy eyes, smiling at him, and he quickly built up the nerve to talk to her.
"What brings you ladies to Lakewood?" John asked, trying to sound smooth and mature in a sexy older rich guy kind of way. "I haven't seen you here before."
"Are you sure," the stunning girl said, eyeing him in a way that had his blood boiling more than it had in a long time. "You look familiar."
"I'm sure," John chuckled. "I think I would remember seeing you."
"Well, we just came to check it out," the girl smiled. She got her drink from the bartender, and then walked over to John. She sat down in the seat beside him, and he had to refrain from just staring down at her incredible giant tits. "Her brother is a member here, and he told us there are always cool people to meet."
"There certainly are," John nodded, and took a sip of his drink. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm John."
"I'm Stella," the girl said, giving him one of the sexiest looks he had ever seen. It felt a bit odd to be stared at like that, without having done anything at all. But he wasn't complaining. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, John. Do you come here often?"
"All the time," John nodded, trying not to smile like a big dumb idiot. It was difficult, as the look Stella was giving him was making him more excited than he had been in many years. "I've been a member for more than twenty years."
"Wow," Stella laughed. "You must be older than you look."
"Oh, and how old do I look then?" John asked, leaning closer to the girl. He could smell a wonderful perfume coming from her, and he wished he was wearing his nicest cologne.
"Hmm," Stella said, eyeing him up and down. It gave John the chance to glance down at her body as well, and he had to take a gulp as he registered the size of her breasts up close. "I'd say you look about forty-five."
"Well, you're only nine years off," John chuckled.
"No way, you're only thirty-six," Stella said, laughing sexily and giving him a naughty smile.