“Eh, I’m on my way out. I had to speak to HR about something,” I complain.
“It’s not easy, running your own business,” Brian sympathizes.
He’s not only my best friend, but he also helps me run my company, which began as a tech start-up but has blossomed into a huge corporation. We have since expanded from our main office in Silicon Valley to this small town in Idaho, which has tax incentives for businesses such as ours.
I know most people think I’m a nerd when I say I’m in tech but Brian and I aren’t like that. We were both jocks in high school and continue to work out. We have women throwing themselves at us constantly, and not just because of our money – they like our muscles, looks and bad boy vibe, as well.
I guess we created a whole new style of guy – bad boy billionaire tech business owners.
Right now, though, Brian looks like he has something on his mind. He wasn’t too happy about giving up big city life to come out here to the middle of nowhere with me, but I’m paying him handsomely, so I hope that helps cancel out any gripes he may have about the arrangement.
“I need to go get some flowers for my mom’s birthday. Walk with me and tell me what’s on your mind,” I suggest.
I like things in my business, as well as in my personal life, to run smoothly and sometimes walking and talking is the only way to get that done. Brian agrees.
We walk outside and down the sidewalk. It’s a nice day and a short walk to the Love in Bloom flower shop.
“What’s up?” I ask, when Brian doesn’t start talking right away.
He laughs a little.
“Well, you see…” he starts.
I sigh again.
“Look, Brian, you’re my best friend and my business partner. Just spit it out,” I snap.
“Whoa, why are you such a grouch today?” he asks.
“Sorry, it’s just that today has been hectic, and nothing has worked out according to my plans,” I admit.
Brian pats my shoulder in sympathy.
“I’m sorry; I know how your impatient ass gets and I know you’re under a lot of pressure.” he says.
I shrug that comment off before responding, telling myself it doesn’t sting.
“Thanks, I guess. So, tell me about your problem.”
He puts his hands in his pockets as we keep walking.
“Ok, so remember how I was telling you my idea the other day about the auctions?” he asks.
We slow our pace.
“Yes,” I reply after a moment.
I vaguely recall that conversation. I’ve been so busy with the business. And Brian’s right – I’ve never been a very patient person. I tend to skip over long diatribes and just focus in on the important parts of whatever anyone is saying.
But I do know that Brian is obsessed with attending these auctions he’s into, where billionaires buy women. And that he’s been upset that there are none of these auctions out here in this small town, of course.
He would tell me about the ones he would go to, and the kinks he likes to have the women engage in with him: tying them up, spanking them, having them have sex with him in public. Brian isn’t just a bad boy billionaire tech business owner – he’s one kinky motherfucker to boot.
It’s some pretty crazy stuff that he’s into. A lot of kinky shit goes down. And of course there isn’t anything like that going on in Idaho.
“Well, just to give you a little refresher, since I know you have a lot on your plate these days and may have forgotten, I have some concerns about my plan to bring them to Idaho. This is a small town. There aren’t too many options here for something like that, but I really want to try to start one up,” he explains.
We stand outside the flower shop, talking about this very private matter before we go inside.
“That’s true. A big city always has more options for everything,” I agree. “I do remember that we’ve been over this before. So, what is it exactly that you’re asking me?”
I’m trying to get to the point of the conversation, which is essential for efficiency. I need to get back to the office.
“I need your help. Small towns are not only lacking in options for placing to hold the auctions as well as women to participate in them, but they’re also always strict when it comes to codes and laws. Help me find a place to hold these auctions. Help me avoid legal problems when I find the places?” he pleads, looking around to make sure no one hears us.
I look around too but am relieved to find that there’s still no one within earshot.
“Okay, I’ll help,” I agree, after a moment’s consideration. “You’re my friend and you’re helping me with my business, so I’ll help you with your own goals, as crazy and perverted as they might be.”