A Work In Progress

Introduction: A Player

Sometimes you live your life sure of how things are. When you are kid they tell you all kinds of stories about how you get what is coming to you, or those stories where someone if made to be the person that you were mean to or overlooked. As you get older, you realize how much of that is bullshit.

Right?

Well, My name was James. Not Jim, not Jimmy, not Jamie, James. My mother always called me her little Jamie and doted on me and crap and I could not wait to throw that yoke off. I had grown up with no father, as the man that fathered me left when I was 3. I have no memories of the bastard and want none. I was an only son and I was my mother s whole life. She hovered over me and I never wanted for anything. She always told me what a wonderful boy I was. Somewhere in my life I took it to heart, that I did no wrong. In high school, I never talked about my sexual conquests with the other guys my age. This was because I was actually having sex. The drill team colonel rode my cock every Wednesday afternoon, one of the cheerleaders sucked a load from me on Thursdays, and I fucked Ms. Herron in her car on Tuesdays. There were, of course the indiscretions between those regular moments, but all of the women and girls told me how wonderful I was.

I was pretty sure that I was just that good. My mom and all these ladies agreed, so how could it not be true?

I never really wondered why Ms Herron vanished between my Junior and senior year. I broke up with the cheerleader Senior year by telling her she really would be better with bigger tits, and the Drill team colonel I got rid of at the end of the year by letting her know I thought her ass was getting a little too fat. I had a scholarship out of state and the last thing I wanted was tearful calls to know if I was fucking other people, because I planned on doing a lot of it.

And I did. I passed a few harder courses not because of fucking the professor, because I had most men for my courses in business management, but their wives enjoyed having my eager and willing cock enough to help me out where they could.

I have to say that graduating college at 22 with an MBA and a cock that had been dipped in most of the good wells around town, life was good for me. Because I have done so much so fast, I always had help from a girl who thought I was going to fall in love with her to get through two college degrees as fast as possible, business s were throwing offers at me and I was lapping up the parties and schmoozing. I did more fucking when talking to the Southern California companies, but I had to go with the best opportunity and that was NYC, of course.

Within a year, I was climbing the ladder and into more than a few pairs of panties. Never anyone that worked under me, but if you are negotiating with your cock deep in your opposition as she moans, you are in the power position.

And that is how I rolled, as they on the streets. I was happy, unfettered and absolutely sure of how wonderful I was and that my life was laid out on golden paved streets until I died.