Servicing the Client

[b]Servicing the Client[/b]


My name is Jake and I’m a 58 year old stockbroker. I’ve been married and divorced twice and am now a confirmed bachelor. I keep myself in decent shape by regularly working out in a local gym and by running four days a week. At 5’10” and 175 pounds, I’m “average” sized, but I can hold my own in any situation I’ve come across.

My sex life is not bad…there are a lot of lonely women out there who are looking for a good, hard man and I have no problem finding a bed mate. Over the past few years of being single, I’ve been with more women than I can count, but each experience, whether good, bad or indifferent, has been a learning experience. I’ve learned, for example, that I am a “Dom” and like to control my sexual partner, and I prefer a “submissive” woman, sexually. I’m not into inflicting pain, but in some circumstances, it can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I find that my greatest turnon is having a woman under my control, and bringing her to a mindblowing orgasm, especially if she doesn’t completely expect it. I absolutely love to give a woman a “new” experience; one she has never had before, that leads to one of these super climaxes.

It is easy for a man to reach a climax, but many women seem to have a difficult time with it. Of course, everyone knows about clitoral stimulation, but many men are unaware of the “g” spot, just behind the clitoral area, but up inside the vaginal area. Not all women respond to this stimulation, but those that do tell me it is one of the deepest climaxes they have ever had. Most women love to have their mind stimulated, as well as their bodies, and once you have their attention, their sexual arousal can last for hours and they can’t wait to come back for more. Fortunately for me, a lot of guys are into self satisfaction first, and they leave the lady wanting more; and that is NOT a good thing.

I try to make it a rule not to mess around with anyone at work, and for that matter, to avoid being intimately involved with any customer, though some could easily be had. Most of my female clients are older and well past their prime, so they are not overly attractive, anyway. On occasion, however, I’ve seen an attractive client, either mine or one of the other brokers in the office, and I like to look, just like any other guy. I’ve also learned that the young “hardbodies” you run across in the single world often turn out to be airheads and ditzes, and I now avoid these like the plague. They may have gorgeous bodies, but they usually know nothing about satisfying a man.

I have a nice book of business, make a substantial living, drive a nice car, vacation to exotic places, live in an upscale condo in Scottsdale and have a terrific wine cellar. In other words, I’m considered a real “catch”, except for the fact that I am not available to be caught. Oh, and one other thing; I don’t usually mess with married women. They are available, mind you, but there are just too many complications. Which makes this story all the more unusual.

I inherited a couple who were clients of a broker that left the firm. Their account was not large; about $100,000 in total assets in the account. There were indications that they had more assets elsewhere, but the file didn’t indicate where. “Mike” and “Susan” also lived in Scottsdale, but were not close to me. The records indicated he was 40 and Susan was 38. He seemed to have a good income, and she was listed as a “housewife”, which indicated she didn’t work. They are not an “A” client, but I regularly call the lower ranked clients to touch base, and it occasionally uncovers other assets. One afternoon, I called their home, and Susan answered. I identified myself as their new broker, and asked if Mike was available. He wasn’t, and she told me he was traveling on business, but could she help? I explained this as a routine follow up, asked if they needed anything for their account; the usual chit chat, and then told her that if I could ever be of service, just give me a call, and I gave her my number and hung up.

A couple of days later, I was about to leave for the day and head out to a happy hour and look for some company, when my phone rang. It was Susan, and she said she just wanted to check on her account, etc. There wasn’t much to check on, since the account was pretty inactive, but she started asking me about myself, my background, my experience, my “family”, my marital status; none of which had anything to do with her account, but I thought she might be sizing me up for handling those other assets. Little did I know!
She asked about when I got off work, and I told her I was just about to leave when she called, and I was going out for “happy hour”, since I was single.
“I’ll bet all the ladies are after you when you walk in the door” she laughed when she said it.
“It’s not that simple” I laughed right back, “but I do alright for an older guy.”
“It’s no wonder.