The Accountant

1. Window Shopping

Beau

Damn! Another worthless weekend. She had been gracing bars for a fortnight and still nothing. No tingles. No sparks. No instant attraction. It was either the man was gay or he was an asshole. Or both.

Being a twenty-three-year-old, almost, hermit virgin was quite frustrating. All she wanted was a man she was attracted to. Help rid her of the thin membrane in her pussy. Her cherry. She frowned. She sounded like a college slut chick. But really. Was it too much to ask? Most girls lose it at prom night these days.

She was not that pretty and she was not that ugly either. For her sins, she was a bit choosy. Well, who wouldn't want a hot hunk to ride?

And of course, she was not stupid. Far from it. She had no ambition to be raped by a random guy or a psycho lurking in every part of San Francisco. Nor does she want to meet someone from a social media platform. And discover a grandpa pretending to be Liam Hemsworth. It may or may not have happened once. She shuddered at the memory. Not a good one.

She wanted it on her own terms. That was the main reason she was here, window shopping. Getting the feel of the place, so to speak.

The new establishment she had decided to visit this fine Saturday evening was posh. Clearly, all the elite and famous had opted to converge on the same venue. This looked promising. She hoped.

She knew she was attractive and on her best days, passable pretty. Tonight, she even felt beautiful in her Versace gray-silver dress. Specifically purchased to attract the opposite sex. It accentuated her round bust, tiny waist, flat midriff, and long tan legs. All the necessary bait.

Way back in uni, she tried to do it with a college jock. The guy was buff and handsome. Although she felt nothing for him, she had convinced herself to just go for the heck of it. She did and didn't chicken out.

With her eyes counting the luminous stickers on her dorm ceiling, the jock in between her legs trying to put on a condom on his average dick, she waited. And waited. Then nothing.

When she looked down, he was done, coming in the rubber. She kicked him out of her room, disgusted more with herself than him. The next day, it was all over the campus and she was celebrated as a frigid nerdy bitch. She never attempted to try the humiliating experience again.

She had better things to do. Which she did.

In under three years, she finished her degree before she reached twenty. She had never been more proud of herself. Practicing freelance employment was the name of the game. She was her own boss and she owned her time. All she had to do was meet deadlines and that was it. Until a few weeks ago.

At twenty-three, being single and alone made her lonely. Perhaps. Maybe. She can have a child of her own. No, she was not interested in relationships and picket fences. Just the baby. Why not?

She had lots of money and she owned a picturesque cottage. Even though she grew up almost alone, she knew she could be a great mother. I think!

She knew it was a bit cold-blooded to use a man, but again, why not? Men had been using women for the same purpose.