Bedwrecker(14)

Me: So this is a bad time to tell you my dream was about my mouth all over your big dick?

Man of My Dreams: Fuck me, Maggie. You’re killing me here.

Me: That was the goal. See ya ;)

Man of My Dreams: I wish . . . then you could take care of this massive hard-on I have now. Have a good one.



Date: January 2

Time: 7:24 p.m. PST

Me: Got your flowers.

Rod Stewart: ?

Me: I know it was you. The card was signed by Rod Stewart. Clever. They are beautiful. That was really sweet.

Rod Stewart: You got me. And I’ve never been called sweet.

Me: There’s a first time for everything.

Rod Stewart: There is, and some firsts I wouldn’t mind trying out when I see you.

Me: Does your mind always go to sex?

Rod Stewart: Always. Don’t you want to know what I’m thinking, my little bedwrecker?

Me: I’m sure it has something to do with sex . . . and firsts. Well I hate to break the news . . . but I think you already know I’m not a virgin.

Rod Stewart: Oh, you’re wrong.

Me: (smiley face with a laughing tear)

Rod Stewart: . . .

Me: Okay, I give! What are you thinking about?

Rod Stewart: Knew you’d want to know. I’m thinking about how I’m going to take that sweet virgin ass of yours. Soon. And then I’m going to come all over it.

Rod Stewart: It’s been over a minute. Nothing to say?

Me: I have to run.

Rod Stewart: Yeah, more like run scared.

Me: Never.



Date: January 2

Time: 7:52 p.m. PST

Me: I’m home. Call me.

Rod Stewart: Give me a couple of hours.

Me: Where are you?

Rod Stewart: Work.

Me: This late? You really are a Wall Street wolf.

Wall Street Wolf: Yep. Gotta run. I have houses to blow down.

Me: Or teeth marks to leave behind.

Wall Street Wolf: Only on you, bedwrecker.

Me: :)



Date: January 2

Time: 10:49 p.m. PST

Me: Tell me what you think about when you masturbate.

Wall Street Wolf: Right now, you.

Me: Holy fuck, you’re masturbating right now?

Wall Street Wolf: Got me all excited earlier, couldn’t help myself.

Me: Are you really touching your big dick?

Wall Street Wolf: I should say yes since it has you all hot and bothered, but no, I’m still at work.

Me: It’s almost 2 a.m. there!

Wall Street Wolf: Yeah, working on something big. Good news is no one is around, so if you want to help a guy out, I’d be happy to repay favor later.

Me: . . .

Me: Did you get my picture?

Wall Street Wolf: Hell, yeah, I got that picture. Fuck me, Maggie. Those tits are gorgeous. See what you do to me?

Me: You know I have a weakness for suits?

Wall Street Wolf: It’s not the suit you should be looking at.

Me: Can’t help myself, your hand inching into the waistband isn’t enough to get me off, but the suit, now that has me wet.

Wall Street Wolf: How the fuck am I supposed to work when I’m constantly hard. Gotta go before I really do have to jerk off in the office. I’ll call you in an hour when I get home.

Me: I’ll just be touching myself until then.

Wall Street Wolf: FUCK ME.

Me: I hope to. :)





Keen

The fight for shares among investment brokers is ramping up into a full-blown war.

Don’t bother to pick a side, though, because who the winners and losers are is something you’ll never know.

Our weapons of choice aren’t bullets or bombs. They are buys and sells. That doesn’t mean the fight doesn’t get dirty, though, because it does.

Right now the social networks are dominating the market, and with more than 400 million employees on their payroll, their share of the pie continues to grow at one of the highest rates in history.

We all want them.

Every single one of us.

Fuck, who wouldn’t?

And that is why their businesses are the halos high in the sky that our pitchforks can’t seem to poke deep enough, hard enough, fast enough.

Every day more and more just like them enter the market. No matter, though, because with tech giants such as Google and Apple taking the lion’s share of those upper tiers of the market as of late, to win the war, each and every Wall Street firm has had to adjust their strategy.

Buy fast.

Dump even faster.

Move on to the next big thing.

And fast.

Did I mention fast?

It’s been insane.

One wild and crazy ride, though, that’s for certain.

It takes all of my concentration to maintain my edge, to move quickly, to react accordingly.

To know when the yen is up, when gold is down, when the SEC is coming after someone so I can back the fuck away.

That’s what sets me apart from most of the others in my firm.

My drive.

My commitment.

The time I spend researching.

The others have families, wives, kids, a house, a yard to maintain—not me. I work all the fucking time.

Night and day.