Alternate Strategy

I am a Certified Financial Planner. Anybody who wants to be a Certified Financial Planner can become one, provided that they first take and pass a Certified Financial Planner Certification Examination. I mean the exam is pretty much a snap. It is a simple little 10-hour multiple choice exam, divided into one four-hour session [usually on Friday afternoon] and two three-hour sessions [usually all day Saturday.] The exam includes a few major case problems and is designed to assess the student's ability to apply his or her financial planning education to the business of financial planning including insurance planning, employee benefits planning, investment planning, income tax planning, retirement planning and estate planning. You know, the kind of stuff you learned in grade school. Right?

Taking the Certified Financial Planner exam is something like running a marathon, only a marathon requires less preparation, a marathon doesn't last for 10 hours and running a marathon is easier, generally speaking.

I passed the Certified Financial Planner Exam [on my first try, hot damn!] and I am now working for a guy in one of the big downtown office buildings. I am doing OK, except the pay is lousy, even for a starting guy like me, the hours are ridiculous and I get treated like a dog.

Every now and again, there is a gathering of financial planners somewhere downtown and I go, hoping to make some sort of contacts where I can get out of the master/slave situation in which I am the slave and into a better situation.

At the gatherings I sometimes see a lady whose financial situation and sexual situation I would definitely like to plan. However, only in my dreams so far.

Usually, after work, I go to a gym and work out. I was a wrestler back in college and I like to keep in shape. During working hours, I get treated like a dog. At the gym, I don't get treated like a dog. One reason I don't get treated like a dog at the gym is that we have a sort of informal workout group the rest of the gym patrons call, 'The Barbarians.' If you want to be a Barbarian, it's really simple. All you have to do is work with more weight than any of the other guys in the gym, except for the other Barbarians. The more weight you can work with, the higher your ranking in the Barbarians. The guy who can work with the most weight is the King of the Barbarians. I'm the King.

The gym requires all of the men to wear shirts and sweat pants when they work out. Like the rest of the Barbarians, I wear a ripped t-shirt and tight sweat pants. I am six feet five inches tall and I weigh around 270 very muscular pounds. My workout outfit tends to show off my size and conditioning. The guys around the gym tend to regard me with a mixture of admiration and fear. The girls tend to regard me as, . . .

Well, let me just put it this way, Maria, the gym manager has had me into her office on several occasions. I usually get the standard 'ring lecture.' Maria asks me, "Big Jim, the lady you were just talking to. Did you notice that she has a couple of rings on the ring finger of her left hand?"

I say, "Yes, a plain gold band and another gold band with a diamond."

Maria asks, "And, do you know what those rings mean?"

I ask, "The lady likes rings?" [All right, it's a desperation try.]

Maria says, "Big Jim, you are to quit hitting on the married ladies in this gym. I mean now and I mean as long as you are a member of this gym, which will not be much longer if I catch you hitting on a married lady again. Got that?"

OK, I back off and the lady goes home with some pencil necked geek. What a drag.

One lady I would like to hit on [and she isn't married!] is the lady I sometimes see at the financial planning meetings. The lady not only has the face of a movie star, but face is teamed with the work out toned body of a lingerie model. Unfortunately, the face and the body come with a major ice princess attitude. Two Barbarians made a run at the lady back when and they came away with major frostbite damage and a 'never again, or else' lecture from Maria.

One night, I have just finished my work out. Once again, the work out is viewed by several workout groupies who wear outfits that would make a whore blush. Unfortunately, the little girls fall shy of the age of consent and I have plans for the next 20 years of my life, thus I ignore them. When the little vixens try verbal abuse, I am able to come back with such gems as, "Now, now, children, any more language like that and I will report you to your home room teacher."

When I shower, dress and get out of the men's dressing room, I am confronted by my financial planning dream lady and she asks me, "Are you going to report me to my home room teacher?"

I say, "In your case, I think that one-on-one counseling would be best." To my shock, the lady says, "Why don't we do it over coffee?"

We then go to a little diner across the street and wind up in a booth at the back. It seems that the lady, Juliette, has a problem.

Juliette says, "I work as a financial planner. I have noticed you at the meetings. I was somewhat shocked to find that you work out with the Barbarians at the gym."

I say, "The one thing has nothing to do with the other."

Juliette says, "Well, I have a problem and both areas of your skill are needed."

I say, "That sounds unlikely, but interesting."

Juliette says, "I work as a financial planner, just as you do. However, I work for another company and I can only say, 'Thank God!' I currently have a number of wealthy, eccentric clients. They provide the possible foundation for my very own business. The clients are women and they want me to attend a Halloween party, before they sign up as my clients. However, there is a problem."

I say, "Let me guess, the party will get a little wild, maybe a lot wild, and you need a bodyguard."

Juliette says, "Yes, the women have mostly all just broken up with lovers and they and the lovers will try to use the party to show that they are better off without the former lover and also that are in a better situation than the former lover. I suspect that there will be some group sex and maybe even some public sex."

I say, "Against the background of a drunken brawl?"

Juliette says, "Yes, the situation seems to be destined to get out of hand and I need protection. Big Jim, I am an adult and I have had a few men. However, I can't cope with the idea of sex with multiple men at the party. Especially I can't cope with public sex with multiple men."

I say, "If I may make a wild guess here, you will be the best looking lady at the party and the man or men who manage to have sex with you will be able to one up their former lover. If a man or men manage to have public sex with you they may even 'two up' their former lover. You see yourself headed for a public gang bang at the party."

Juliette says, "To save time, we will just imagine that I go through the 'little me?' routine, but yes."

I say, "OK, I am big enough and strong enough to beat the crap out of enough of the would be gang bang boys and prevent what you fear. However, along with black and blue bruises, I will also leave bruised feelings. Leaving possible clients with bruised feelings is not a good way to start a business."

Juliette says, "True enough, but I can't face a gang bang and especially I can't face a public gang bang. There has to be some way."

I ask, "I imagine the ladies costumes at the party will be rather explicit?"

Juliette says, "I have talked with the ladies and I can see a lot of costumes that will be just short of total nudity to start with and will probably wind up as total nudity before the evening is done."

I say, "I have an idea that will work. However, I don't know if it is the kind of thing you want to do."

Juliette says, "The alternative seems to be a gang bang and, quite possibly a public gang bang. Thus, I am a bit flexible here."

I say, "All right, you walk into the party with a topless costume that shows damn near everything. I also wear a costume that shows damn near everything. In your case, the boys want what they see. In my case, the boys definitely don't want to get what they see in a hand-to-hand combat situation with me. You then get to greet the ladies, who notice your extreme costume with envy and may well want what they see in me. The men hang back since they don't want to Halloween bob for a punch in the face. As you do the necessary social interaction with the potential customer ladies, you hang all over me. I do the touchy-feely thing and we both get very excited. We then get the sex started for the evening, since you obviously have to have sex at the party, since all the other ladies will be having sex. Once we have sex, I pick you up and carry you off. Because of my appearance, no one will stop me and we are out of the party, having touched all of the bases. You came, you were seen and you conquered, only to be conquered by Hercules. Since Hercules is so large and muscular, your leaving was no fault of yours."

Juliette says, "Oh lord, your plan seems to work, although I could very easily do without the public sex. However, at least most of the other ladies will have public sex, it seems that I must do the same thing. However, exactly what sort of costumes do you envision?"

I say, "The same costume for each of us. We will wear fake buckskin Indian style crotchless loin cloths."

Juliette says, "Well, the loin cloths don't have to be . . . Oh lord, you mean doggie style in public?"

I say, "Yes, the seemingly revealing loin cloths will actually cover most of the action and there is no need for preparation."

Juliette says, "Wham, bam, I take you back to my teepee ma'am."

I say, "Exactly! The deed is done and 'Lump In The Crotch' takes white squaw back to his teepee for a night of forced sex, wild Indian style. Oh lord Madge, what is he gonna' make her do?"

Juliette says, "Your idea sounds insane on the surface, but it does cover all of the requirements. Best of all, I get to rehash the night's action with the girls via telephone the next morning. What they can't see has to be more exciting than their memories of their ex boyfriend screwing their also ex girlfriend."

I say, "Especially after you tell them that you can't join them in person to discuss the matter, at least for a while. Since you can't sit down without a lot of soreness, because, 'Madge he is as big down there as he is everywhere else!' Let the other ladies imaginations do the work."

Juliette says, "OK, we kick off what has to be a booze fueled orgy. I did my part, so I am in. The other ladies are too hung over to be thinking clearly, so I can handle the morning after calls. You, of course, can see the whole situation, can't you?"

I say, I am a Certified Financial Planner. I can see the big picture and all of the little details. And, yes, even hung over, the other ladies will be able to tell if you had a wild night of sex the night before."

Juliette says, "Yes, the other ladies are very wealthy and they have a lot of sexual experience, so they will know if I am on the up and up. Of course, they will also want to know if you are on the up and up. Thus, you get out of the crummy job you have. You know, I wouldn't ordinarily screw an employee."

I say, "When opportunity knocks, you have to answer the door and do what you have to do. I suspect that some of the ladies we are talking about not only maybe had to screw an employee, but also customers."

Juliette says, "You know, one of the drawbacks to being a Certified Financial Planner is that I can see the big picture and all of the little details. So, instead of being able to delude myself, I can see that you are going to want a rehearsal before the party."

I say, "Preparation is the key to success! We can get the crotchless loin cloth material at a fabric store and be ready to go in no time at all. However, we have to work out the dynamics of the sex show before we go live in front of an audience."

Juliette says, "Unfortunately, you are right. You know, I don't normally start off a relationship by screwing the guy right off . . . Oh, and are you as big down there as you are everywhere else?"

I say, "Yes."

Juliette sighs and says, "In addition to the loin cloth material, I am going to need to pick up some lube."

Juliette and I then pick up about twice the loin cloth material we will need for the party, a couple of beaded belts to hold the loin cloth material up and some lube for Juliette.

We get to Juliette's place and she cuts us out a couple of sample loin cloths.

While Juliette cuts out the sample loin cloths, I set up a few mirrors, including a full length job that is obviously Juliette's dressing mirror.

We then put on the loin cloths and stroll into Juliette's bedroom. Juliette goes through a simulated introduction act, using the mirrors as props so that we can judge how the performance is going. Juliette gets excited while we simulate the introductions and I am definitely, rigidly excited.

I then pick Juliette up and deposit her on an inflatable emergency bed that she has deployed.

Juliette then assumes the doggie position.

I flip up the back of her crotchless loin cloth and mount Juliette's very well lubed pussy. I get in deep from the start and I can feel Juliette's aerobicized muscles respond to my very determined thrusting. It is as exciting as hell for me to fuck a lady who is strong enough to actually take my thrusting. In addition, I can see Juliette's tits jiggle in the mirrors we use for the simulated introductions.

Juliette has also discovered the mirrors and she gets a chance to work on her act with the feedback from the mirrors. At least she can work in her sexy act until she gets so wrapped up in the sex that she basically just responds to me until I can feel her run up to a shattering climax!

I pump my cum into Juliette over a few final, pumping strokes, while holding her up by the front of her thighs. I then dismount and scoop her up, carrying her to the bathroom door.

Juliette gets up and staggers into the bathroom.

I use the other bathroom and get cleaned up. I don't want to overplay my hand, so I also get dressed. I then go into the living room and sit on the couch.

Juliette eventually comes out of her bathroom, dressed in a robe. She does not look me in the eyes, but instead says, "Well, that should work at the party."

I say, "Since it was a rehearsal, I joined you at your first climax. If it had been just a normal social occasion, you realize that I could have got you into multi-climax."

Juliette will not meet my gaze, but she says, "Well, you need to stop at one climax for the party, so that has to be the plan. By the way, you know I will have cum dripping out of me after we finish."

I say, "When I pick you up, I will make sure to get the back of the loin cloth in position to catch any leakage. I will then just carry you out to the car and we will drive back here. When we get back here, I will then show you how I can get you into multi-climax."

Juliette doesn't reply, but she finally meets my gaze. The woman who works out and is probably as strong as most of the wimp boys in her social circle now realizes that she is going to have sex with a man who is very much stronger than she is. Her gaze tells me that she realizes the situation and she will prepare to deal with the situation when the time comes.

I can only wonder what Juliette's method of dealing with the situation will be.

The night of the Halloween party arrives and I pick up Juliette at her place.

Juliette is wearing a coat and fancy high heeled pumps. She looks at me and says, "Under this coat, I am wearing just a crotchless loin cloth. I am still trying to get up the nerve to take the coat off and walk into the party."

I say, "You will do it just fine. You have to do it, you have no real choice."

We arrive at a mansion in the high priced area of town. There are already several cars parked up close, but I park well out. I look over at Juliette and tell her, "I don't want to be blocked in when we leave."

Juliette does not reply. She does get out of the car and stands by the door as I walk around. She then strips off the coat and stands, wearing just the crotchless loin cloth. She asks, "How do I look?"

I say, "I always wanted to go to a party with a movie star and my time has come!"

Juliette smiles and projects a bit more confidence.

We walk up to the side door of the mansion. Juliette seems a bit nervous at first, but, as we walk she seems to nerve herself up. I open the side door for her and we walk into the black cats, jack-o-lanterns and witches' moons of a Halloween party. Most of the ladies are, as Juliette had told me, wearing very little. However, Juliette is the only one who is completely topless. By the time we get to the hostess, Juliette owns the room! We stop just in front of a surprised hostess.

Juliette cuddles to me and says, "How! Big Chief Jim insisted that we wear the clothing of his people. What do you think?" She is a little breathless with her speech, because I am fondling her pretty good as she talks.

The hostess, not to be outdone, says, "Oh yes, the native American squaws never knew about the bra. Makes it handy for the Chief to feel his squaw up!"

By now, Juliette and I are in a clinch.

We then walk around the room, greeting the other couples.

Juliette, knows the people and makes the introductions. While she makes the polite sounds, she continues to cuddle to me. [The other ladies are openly envious of Juliette's appearance.]

I respond as a polite, educated male, instead of some barbaric animal. [The ladies may or may not be fooled by my presentation. The boys are not fooled. The boys see how I look and have some idea of how I got to look that way. They are not anxious to find out if I am for real.] I throw in a little mini flex of my Barbarian muscles just to make sure that even the dullest of the boys gets the message. [The boys still want to fuck Juliette, but not at the cost of their teeth and balls.]

As we move from couple to couple I continue to cop a little feel of this and that.

As we finish with the last couple, an obviously aroused Juliette says, "Well Chief, let's get this Halloween party started

I step back, pick her up and carry her over to one of the inflatable mattresses scattered around the room. I set her on the inflatable and Juliette quickly assumes the doggy position. I then join her, flip up the back of Juliette's loin cloth and the front of mine. I then enter Juliette's well lubed pussy and we start to fuck in front of the room.

The fuck is an incredible experience. We are two very well conditioned people fucking with a lot of action in front of a room full of horny people who are beginning to fondle each other as they watch us.

Juliette is taking all of my rather large cock and wiggling her ass for more. She is also jiggling her tits in rhythm to my thrusting. Judging from the reaction of the crowd, her facial expressions are the kind that make the rest of the ladies wish they were in front of my driving cock!

We continue the fuck until I can feel Juliette's wiggle pick up even more and we then climax together, Juliette drawing me along by the sheer intensity of her climax. I pump my cum into Juliette's pussy, pull out and then gather myself.

I get up, scoop Juliette up and carry her back out the side door and clear down to the car. I set Juliette down and open the door for her.

Juliette gets in, without bothering to put her coat back on.

I drive us back to Juliette's place.

We park in front of her garage and I watch as Juliette puts on her coat, before we get out. We walk into Juliette's place.

As we get into Juliette's living room, she sort of dances away from me as she sheds her coat and says, "You did very well at the Halloween party. The ladies were shocked with your appearance, but impressed with your social skills. We can discuss the sexual domination thing in the morning, before the ladies call."