Cramming Her Cupcake - Buying Her

He is all business again as he begins examining the bouquets. I’m instantly bored, so I just wander around the shop. I can’t help it. I start scoping out the women in the place. I’m sizing them up and wondering which of them would agree to the auction. I doubt too many of them would though. Being that we are in a small town, I’m sure they have high morals and ethics. Still, it can’t hurt to try or ask. For a small store, this place seems to be doing well. That surprises me. It also makes me wonder what other places this town has to offer. Maybe I should check it out. I haven’t been out much since we got here, not that I really want to. I’m just bored and missing the city.

Chapter 2

Brian

“Love in Bloom. Sounds a little cheesy for a flower shop.,” I think to myself as we are walking around. I’ve talked to a few of the women that are in here. Although they are decent looking, there is no one that stands out to me or catches my attention. What was I expecting, we are in Idaho after all. I wait for Andrew to pick his flowers. I glance at the cashier a couple of times. She’s not really my type, but she is the best looking one here. Maybe I can convince her to be a part of the auction, I mean it’s worth a shot.

I’m getting irritated with Andrew for taking so long. He finally gets his flowers. While ringing us up, the cashier seems friendly. I still think she’s attractive, and curvaceous. I can tell that Andrew likes her because of the way he’s acting. She smiles at us politely and has that friendly charm that everyone in small towns seems to have. Her name tag reads Sheila. I start talking to her and asking her questions about her job and financial situation. She answers them in a friendly manner, so I start to think that maybe she will be open to what I have to say.

I was so wrong about that. “How would you like to learn about an interesting money making opportunity?” I ask her. Though her smile is polite, I can see the drop dead look in her eyes. She informs me that she is very happy with her job. I’m still busy trying to convince her. Andrew whispers softly in my ear ” You are being too pushy. We have to be careful. This is a small town and people talk.”

I ignore him. I don’t want to miss out on any opportunities. I grab a business card and leave it with sheila. It has both of our numbers on it, so I tell her to give us a call if she might be interested. We leave the store as a line is forming behind us. “I can’t believe you did that!” Andrew snaps at me once we are outside. I shrug “I have to take all the chances I can get.” I reply. Andrew shakes his head in disbelief. We are walking back to the office now. Andrew is quiet now. I can’t tell if it’s because he is upset with me, or just preoccupied with work. Either way, I’m busy with my own thoughts. I feel like I accomplished something at the flower shop, but it’s still not enough. Sheila wasn’t even my type.

Andrew and I part ways at the elevator and go to our separate offices. Finally I can be alone with my thoughts. After running errands with Andrew, I feel like my whole day was a disappointment, despite what happened at the flower shop. I sigh, all I want is to be back at home so I can visit the Love in San Francisco Club. That’s where I belong. How am I supposed to get my needs taken care of in this small town in Idaho?

I make a list of people I need to call, starting with the hostess of our auctions back in California. If anyone can help me convince Andrew, it will be her. She knows just as much about business as he does. I come up with a plan, including scouring the local businesses for prospective women to join us. I tell myself that I’m making progress, but it’s not helping. I still feel unsatisfied. I throw my pen down and stare moodily out my office window. Even though I’m not into relationships and I’ve been hurt, I’m still convinced that there is a perfect woman out there for me. I have visualized her in my mind many times. I close my eyes and picture her again. She is petite and curvy, with long curly hair. She has a feisty attitude, and will make me chase her. I love a challenge.

She’ll be different from all these soft spoken next door types that live in this small town. I guess that type of woman is ok, but they are just not my cup of tea. I close the door to my office. I guess I’ll have to release my stress in the usual way. I sit at my desk and stick my hand in my pants. I stroke myself as I visualize my perfect woman. I picture her going down on me right here in the office. Even better, me winning her at the auction. Then I’d really be able to do anything I want to her. She’d enjoy it too. To have her naked there, eating her out in front of everyone. The idea makes me so hard. I’d like it if she was as kinky as I am, but to have a virgin is always exciting. To be the first one to try things with them. There is no other feeling in the world as exciting as that.