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  Fresh Start

  When I moved to the beautiful sunshine city that I now call home, it was to make a fresh start. It was my way of having a second chance and starting again. My name is Chantelle, and this is the story of an intriguing and secret part of my life involving eight men. The following events all took place over a space of twelve months. When I moved here, I wanted to make new friends, find new experiences and meet new people as often as I could. Something I didn’t expect was to find myself grasping for air through several marriage proposals and steamy sex scenes with attractive and wealthy men. The experiences that follow, I had never dreamt of having, let alone living. The men that made these experiences possible had professions that ranged from doctors, usually surgeons, successful business owners, senior accountants and lawyers, all the way to drug traffickers. All but one came to me with the same promise after mere weeks or less, of dating: “marry me and never worry about money again”. What woman would not want to hear those words? I was struggling financially when I moved here when one of my new friends suggested that I should begin dating a rich man to ease my suffering. I quickly brushed off the suggestion. I wanted money but I was never that desperate. My friend explained that there are many wealthy men in this city looking for a girlfriend, but most of these men are often away so much that they have not found anyone decent to spend their time with yet. These men were apparently after a genuine loving, trophy wife to be by their side, something I had always wanted to be.

  I moved here after the man I lived with and loved had been found having an affair. I vowed that the next time I gave my heart to someone and it all came crashing down; I would walk away with much more than a broken heart. If this happened to me again, I wanted compensation. I refused to get into another serious relationship where I made all the money and I took care of everything. This time was going to be different. This time, someone was going to take care of me emotionally, financially and most importantly, physically. I was genuinely searching for a partner in life too, so I tried the dating scene and scoured through all sorts of men. I met a few down to earth nice guys but sadly, many of them could not offer me the life I was now seeking. I’d had enough of the guys who did nothing but talk, promised and did not fulfil and were constantly self-absorbed. I wanted to settle down with a hot and wealthy man and had no time for those who did not know what they want or couldn’t provide me with what I wanted. I was twenty five, in the prime of my youth and could not look any better. My hair was long and golden blonde, my eyes a wave of green and blue and my body fit for a man to wrap himself up in.

  After a few months of pointless dating, I was starting to get frustrated and wanted to get serious about finding a worthy man to end up with. First thing I decided was that I could look a little better. I had never being overweight or an ugly duckling in my life, but if I was going to raise the stakes and be noticed in expensive outfits, I would need to have a much more noticeable body. I dropped two dress sizes by eating less and working out. Suddenly, I had a rocking athletic yet feminine body. My ass was tighter and higher; my legs could be seen walking a mile away and my breasts were so tight, they could have been mistaken as fake. I began to see plenty of attention from the athletic and fit guys who worked out on and near the beach. They were not exactly the wealthy man I was after but just seeing the way they looked at me with lust in their eyes, like they would die if they didn’t put their cock in me right then and there; well it was a turn on. When not at the beach, I spent most of my time in clubs. I figured that these were the best places to meet eligible bachelors. I did get a few dates, but none of them turned out to be what I was looking for. In fact, they were all a bit of a yawn in the beginning. After a few failed dates, I decided that I was probably never going to meet the man I wanted in the places I was looking. I decided to take things further and try something I never thought I would try, online dating. I did not know much about this area of dating, but figured wealthy men too must want something more, they must be looking for a woman to settle down with. I assumed they must always get approached by good looking women who are after only their money and that these men rarely get to meet women who are genuinely looking for a relationship, as well as compensation.

  I thought, since I am looking for a relationship with a wealthy man; why not look for dating sites dedicated to this? After some time of searching, I signed up to an affluent dating website where wealthy men looked for girlfriends or wives rather one night stands in exchange for cash. These types of women however, existed in large numbers on this website as did the men willing to pay/hire them. I was once offered thousands of dollars for an evening of ‘fun’. It was ridiculous how wealthy some of these men were or at least pretended to be. I never accepted money for any fun nights or weekends away. The whole idea of travelling away with some man I knew nothing about was crazy, though many other women were willing to do anything for money. Had they not seen the movie Human Trafficking? I decided to make a list of all the things that I wanted in a man. I thought that by making the list, I could narrow down my search and only give time to those guys that fit the profile I was looking for.

  After a couple of weeks of tweaking and perfecting my online dating profile to make myself look the part of perfect, sinless lady who loves children and can cook, I began to be contacted by attractive and worthy men. Of course, I didn’t really like children. In fact, they annoyed the hell out of me and I could not think of anything worse than losing the attention from my hot man after the first kid is born. I listed in my profile that I was looking for long term love and possibly marriage and not a short term relationship with several men. This was partly true although, I did have many short term relationships with several men on the site. They wined and dined me, treated me to expensive places and afterwards, made hot passionate love to me. It was bliss and I was willing to take full advantage of manipulating them all until I found the perfect one. Like normal dating, online dating sites are full of people who lie about things like height, weight and how much money they earn. I met two men who were clearly four sizes larger than their pictures. It was pretty disturbing. Many of the men I met from the site were not wealthy or even looking for a relationship. Though it is listed in their profiles, most of them are just full of shit. I definitely had to get a system to sort out the good men from the bad ones and though it took me some time, I finally mastered the online dating system.

  I decided that if a man said they were worth a certain amount of money, I had to remove a zero form the figure and that was more likely the real amount. Next, I used good old Google to search about the people I was dating, hoping that it would reveal any bad characters. Sure enough, the internet turned out to be my biggest asset as it allowed me to learn plenty about my dates via their various online social media accounts. Additionally, I also decided to be a tiny bit honest with these men. Whenever I started to chat with a man, I made sure that I was honest enough to tell them my expectations. I laid my cards on the table and told them what I wanted up front which in some instances was enough to get rid of the men that did not match my profile. Finally, things were starting to pick up and move in my favour. On dates, I made sure not to carry cash. This was my first test in proving worthiness of being a man to me. I was tired of dating losers. I had done everything I could to improve myself and was polite to every man I met, thus, I wanted the absolute best in return.

  After I had been on some first dates with men from the site, some second dates followed. Second dates to me meant this guy is in tune with what I want and could be just the one I am looking for. Many men showed off their affluence with expensive dates to first class restaurants, theatres, clubs and beach houses. Each date often saw me
chauffeured to and from the lavish locations in a Lexus, Bentley, Mercedes, Hummer or Limousine to name a few. We drank expensive wines and French champagne. Because of some men’s status, we often ordered what we liked and ate for free. I admit, this part was not bad at all. I mean, here I was struggling to make it in a new city and now, I could eat and drink whatever I wanted in the most lavish places in the city. On one date, the man gave me $1000 and told me to go buy myself something nice to wear to our next date. The mere sight of the money for having done nothing for it got me excited. Though shy and unwilling to accept some gifts, they insisted and told me a beautiful woman deserved nice things. Talk about living the good life. Some of the men I ended up dating, I met in the most traditional circumstances and it wasn’t until later, that I saw any wealth or signs of things heating up. I played it cool and gave the good ones some time. These were some of them.

  Chapter 1: The Doctor

  The first relationship I had after meeting online was with Jason Patricks, a doctor; a surgeon to be exact. Many of the men on these sites are really rich and many of them are not willing to disclose the source of their wealth or what they do for a living but Jason being new to online dating, he was very open and honest. Right from the time i started chatting with Jason, I knew he was a serious type of guy. I thought that since he was a surgeon, he would not have time to waste on dating sites, and would probably only be there if he was serious. We chatted every night for the first few days and I learnt that his sister had signed him up for the site. He was too busy saving lives that he forgot to have a life of his own, so his sister thought that the internet would be a good way for him to meet women. I liked his honesty, since not many of the men I had met before would even ever admit such a thing. There were definitely those times when he was too busy working to chat, but he ensured that whenever he had some time, he would call me.

  Jason and I talked about family, work and life in general. He was honest yet seemed a bit reserved. After a few days of chatting, we decided to finally meet. Being a surgeon, he was always busy and on call, so he decided that we just meet in a place where I could wait in case he was late, his apartment. When he first suggested this, I was afraid that he just wanted to hook up and that things would not progress any further. He explained to me that it was better for me to wait for him at his place, rather than wait in a restaurant where I would probably get frustrated and leave if he was running late. I decided to take him up on his offer, after all, I was out to meet a nice wealthy guy and here was one who seemed to fit the bill.

  I smartly dressed for the occasion, wearing one of my best long feminine dresses. I did not want to show off too many of my assets, fearing that he might get the wrong idea, especially since we were going to meet at his place. The apartment was not hard to find and after I let myself in with the key he had left under the mat, I decided to look around. There was no food in the house which was perfect. I remembered that my mother had said the surest way to get a man to like you was by cooking something delicious for him. This was a sneaky trick that had no doubt helped women in the past lure in husbands. I had come prepared with a big bag which had some ingredients and a cooking tray. I got to work and by the time he walked through the door, I had food waiting on the table for him. Looking back, I bet this was the moment that he fell in love with me. Since he was polite and not bad looking, I decided to give things a try with him. From that night, we went out whenever he could spare the time, or when he was not on call. He lavished me with expensive gifts and took me to places I never thought I’d go. I had a number of part time jobs, all of which could not pay the rent, or other expenses. Jackson was kind enough to give me all that I needed. He paid my rent, bought me clothes and gave me money whenever I asked or needed it. After just two months of dating, he finally said, “marry me and you will never have to worry about money again”. I thought he was joking and asked him to stop kidding around. He said, “I am serious. I love you and want you to marry me”. I asked him to give me some time to think about it. In the time that we were dating, we had not slept together even once.

  When I finally accepted his proposal, I figured it was high time I gave him some. He was attractive enough but up close, he seemed to lack in fine motor skills. To be blunt, Jackson was completely hopeless in the bedroom which left me hungry. It was after sleeping with and moving in with him however, that I learnt how much of a control freak he truly was. He did not want me to leave the apartment without him, nor did he want me to talk to any of his male friends. He was busy all the time and when he was home, we never went out anymore. I remembered that the last time we were ever on a date was the time he asked me to marry him. It got all too much for me. One day, I got tired of waiting for him to come home, so I decided to just walk out of the apartment with my things and never return. I called Jason later that day and ended the relationship. He was upset but, I was almost dying of boredom with that man, and I was growing hungry for the things I wanted and needed.

  Chapter 2: The Other Doctor

  Next. Though I liked Jason, the breakup did not affect me that much, seeing as I was a little interested in another doctor, who had worked with Jason. Maybe Jason was right in not allowing me to meet his male colleagues because I met Derek at one of Jason’s beach parties by chance. I was getting myself a drink when I turned around, and bumped into Derek spilling my drink on both him and myself. The first time I met him, I remember thinking he looked like a movie star, almost too good looking. When he looked at me, I was shy and instantly taken by his words. He was the best looking guy I had ever met. I was a little surprised to get a call from him; I guess he had saved my number. The nights Jackson was not at home, I sometimes received calls from Derek. It was a little strange since I was dating his colleague, but I just could not say no this man. The attraction between Derek and I was instant. We both had a passion for the good life and seemed to have a lot in common. We loved the same movies, had the same hobbies and even liked the same jokes.

  Derek started off as the kind of guy every girl wants to be with. He was good looking, attentive and great in bed. When we were between the sheets, it was dynamite. However, despite the attraction and great sex, Derek was super BUSY, more so than Jackson. Dating a doctor is like dating a man with four other women. He simply did not have time to spare and though he did all that he could, I wanted more. We began to argue a lot about the work and though the makeup sex was great, it did not really solve the problem. Whenever he failed to show up for a date, he sent expensive perfumes, roses and diamond earrings. I loved the gifts, but I really was starting to love him too and just wished he would include me more often.

  On more than one occasion, I spoke to Derek about how I felt and he seemed to understand. However, a few days after one of our big arguments, Derek called to tell me that he was travelling abroad for work and would spending a whole year away. There was another doctor that could be sent for the job, but Derek being Derek just couldn’t resist the opportunity. Apparently, he was the best man for the job and the opportunity would massively enhance his career. I honestly think that if he at least asked me to go with him or wait for him, I would have yes right away. But he didn’t. All he said was, “I am travelling abroad for work and I will be gone for a year”.

  The night before he left, I stayed at his place. I got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water as I couldn’t sleep. I sat on the carpeted floor in the dining room looking out over the city of lights. I had an itch on my stomach which I scratched and then rested my hand on my underpants. My fingers started to move downwards over my undies until they were rested above my clit. I took my two main fingers and began rubbing slowly in circular motions. I started rubbing harder and a little faster. I took a look back down the hallway to make sure Derek was still asleep. When I didn’t hear anything, I turned my attention back to myself sitting on the floor in the dark, in front of a tall glass wall that looked out over the city. I enjoyed touching myself. It was selfish and I could do what I wanted to myself. I r
ubbed harder until I slit my hand down my undies and onto my clit. I slit my middle finger down a little further over the top of my wet vagina. I was very wet already and I liked to move the wetness up and down my slit and around my pussy. I had fantasised about filming myself masturbating in front of strangers. Not showing my face, I just wanted them to stare at my soaking pussy being rubbed and teased for their and my own pleasure. I slid my middle finger inside and began pushing it in and out until my body starting shaking. I slid another finger in and started pushing them in and out faster, pushing in deeper with every in motion. It wasn’t enough, I wanted something bigger. I used all four fingers this time and began fucking myself with almost my entire hand. I felt such enjoyment and satisfaction as I fantasised about being someone’s fuck hole. Being someone’s slut or whore for an evening. Oh how I had wanted to be teased, fucked and abused for a man’s pleasure. With that in my mind, I came hard onto all four of my fingers whilst I was pushing them in deep. Once I had caught my breath, I snuck back into with Derek.

  The following morning, I saw him off and it was then that I realised that I did not really know what he expected of me. Did he want me to wait for him? Was it officially over? I called him a few times, but he was always busy and I could not get a hold of him. I assumed it was over and so, I accepted it. He wasn’t perfect but I did grow to miss him for some time.

  Chapter 3: The Drug Trafficker

  Derek left me with a bit disappointed and disheartened. All I wanted to do was sit in my apartment, and eat lots of ice cream. That was until my sister came to visit. She convinced me to come out with her one evening. She had me smiling and within a short time, I was feeling good about my life again. One night, we decided to hit a club that we had not been to before. It was supposed to be this exclusive hard to get into club but somehow, we got it. The place looked amazing and the music was pumping. It was the perfect place to celebrate getting over Derek. And as fate would have it, it was the place I met Antonio Torres. I was having a good time with my sister and some guy was buying us drinks all night long. The guy behind the bar said a gentleman has asked me to put your drinks on his tab but I never knew which guy. One drink was $30, so clearly, we accepted the free drinks. I soon found out who was paying for all our drinks.