Living alone isn’t bad if you do it right, Sam thought for the
umpteenth time.He smiled broadly. It can be quite delightful and
pleasurable if you do it correctly.
Those feelings were based on his very personal definitions of
‘alone’ and ‘right’. And being independently wealthy, he took
special precautions not to let anyone invade his personal space and
privacy. It probably doesn’t have to be that way if you are willing to
be trusting and take risks. But then you have to constantly work
overtime to get along with others who don’t understand you; especially
women I’m attracted to.
So he wasn’t very trusting anymore. He’d tried it, and had too many
ex-wives and ex-employees to prove that trusting people didn’t
generally work for him. His reasoning was simple. Why spend any part of
what’s left of my life worrying about what others think, and what they
will or won’t do… for me or to me?
Sam took many steps to insure his seclusion. He wasn’t the type to
want an army of mercenary types around to protect him or unsightly
walls, fences and barbed wire. So he hired a few key security people and
turned to the things that had made him wealthy in the first place… his
inventions so that he could maintain his time alone.
Many of the companies he owned (or controlled) manufactured his
ingenious security equipment. And it was the best the world had ever
The fact that it was reasonably affordable and simple to install and use
added to its popularity. And almost overnight his security products
became the standard of industry and the general public.
Naturally Sam spared no expense to incorporate the best of his own
security devices to protect his sprawling West Virginia farm including
all the buildings, his rolling acreage, and mountainous terrain. And
various portions of his assets had varying degrees of security. The
places he spent the most time naturally had the highest security level.
And there was a part of his farmhouse that was his inner sanctum, an
office into which no one but him was usually allowed. Places with
valuable equipment had the next highest security, and so forth. But
there were places where the precautions were more lax.
Sam’s definition of ‘lax’ meant that these were locations where he
permitted people he considered necessary (or desirable) for security and
household maintenance: a few staff; business associates; and
entertainers. These types of people were allowed the right of entry if,
and only if, they complied with his regulations. And that right varied
according to how much he trusted, wanted, or needed them.
To many people, his regulations were difficult and demeaning. But Sam
didn’t care. People, either complied with the security required of
them or they weren’t allowed on his property.
One class of people, his domestic staff, consisted of well paid live-in
They helped meet his basic needs as well as maintain and protect him and
his ever expanding property. They were handpicked by him only and highly
scrutinized. Although they were not confined to his property, they had
to agree to be surgically fitted with implant devices that monitored
everything they did (work wise and personally). Either they accepted and
lived with this extreme invasion of privacy or they were not employed. A
side effect of this surveillance was often quite entertaining as well as
a source of blackmail information if needed.
Sam’s business associates ranged from high ranking company executives
to a few individuals with whom he enjoyed working. Most of their
security regulations included rigorous background checks along with
personal security devices they had to wear externally to insure they
were no threat to him. Rarely did any of them stay overnight. What these
people were led to believe was that the devices used various electronic
techniques to insure they were who they said they were, and only went
where they were allowed. What they didn’t know was that these devices
also allowed Sam’s unique security staff to maintain constant visual
and electronic surveillance of them while anywhere on his property and
could injure or kill them if necessary.
The other category of people allowed onto Sam’s property was women for
entertainment purposes. And their qualifications and security were the
strictest of all.
Sam personally selected these women, mostly from the internet, although
he kept up ads in some of the tabloids. He was amazed at the variety of
females available looks-wise, their values (or lack of them), and the
working conditions they would tolerate.
Generally Sam found it was quite simple to identify (and avoid) females
that had any of the three qualities he disliked in any human. These were
religious hang-ups, being prudish or control freaks.
The characteristics he most desired in females were also very easily
discernible. He preferred very pretty, girl-next-door type physical
attributes rather than so-called glamorous beauties. And he disliked
ugly legs, saggy breasts or large butts. Stupidity was intolerable to
him in anyone.
In contrast, some female qualities that were important to him were not
as easy to ascertain. He wanted his women to be feisty, adventuresome,
and yet sensually submissive. In summary, Sam desired pretty,
fun-loving, intelligent females that would help him do whatever he
wanted to mutually enjoy life and have satisfying sexual encounters.
Although he hoped each woman he selected would be available for awhile,
he recognized that he’d be lucky if they were. They usually stayed
with him for a night, a week or a month at the most. He kept hoping to
find a keeper although the rapid turnover of female company didn’t
annoy or frustrate him at all. In fact he rather enjoyed systematically
checking out the never ending supply of applicants.
Like most things Sam did, selection of his ‘Female Pleasurers’ (FPs
as he referred to them) was done according to a list of systematic
Step #1 was to locate a possible FP candidate.
Step #2 was to check out her background in every possible way.
Step #3 was to interview any FP that seemed eligible. Leaving his farm
domain didn’t happen often, but he always met a prospective FP in a
location he liked. This was generally a luxury hotel and included an
evening together getting acquainted under safe conditions dining and
dancing. He often even selected and paid for the band ensemble to ensure
it was to his liking.
Step #4 only occurred for FPs who submitted to and successfully
completed the previous steps. It included passing stringent medical
evaluations by his physician.
Step #5 for an FP was acquiring the necessary security devices. He
insisted that anyone allowed into his dwellings submit to the surgical
implantation devices that monitored everything she did (work-wise and
personally). As usual the remotes also had the ability to control,
injure or kill them if he deemed it necessary. Naturally he agreed to
pay for the removal of these implants when their service was terminated.
Step #6 was performed by Sam’s lawyer to ensure compliance and secrecy
Step #7 was similar to step #3 in one respect.
It occurred off site at a luxury hotel. For anyone who successfully
passed the 1st six steps, he set up a sleep-over during which he tested
each candidate’s adventuresome nature.
Step #8, the final plunge, only occurred if all seven steps met with his
approval. The FP was invited to spend time at Sam’s estate.
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