Fortune Comes Knocking

Breaking news:

I just made it to the front page of Fortune Magazine.

It was a pleasant Saturday evening when a reporter from fortune magazine came knocking on my door. I did not expect anyone to visit me on a saturday eve and had mixed reactions. Could it be a thief? the FBI? Bill collectors? The possibilities were endless. I peeped through the view lens and there was a gorgeous 6  foot long feet tall (My Bad - thanks Shweta) busty blond wearing the most sensuous piece of satin evening wear - all in red.

My thoughts went racing again - was she an undercover CIA agent? or was she someone else’s date who came to the wrong house. I know I did not call any hookers (this week), so that option was out of the question. She knocked once again and calls my name. I pinch myself to check if I was dreaming this. She calls my name again and says she needs to talk with me. My primordial behavior takes over - I could not tolerate a 3 inch thick piece of wooden door standing between me that juicy piece of flesh.

I let her in. She introduced herself as Stella Frost - a reporter from the fortune magazine. I was taken aback. what is a reporter from fortune magazine doing at my apt? She wanted to take my interview. I was still blinded by her beauty (I admit I am a material person) and did not hear a word she said. When I came to my senses, she told me that fortune magazine is conducting interviews of people who they think will become world leaders 20 years from now and my name was on top of the list. Atleast I think that’s what she told. I was still looking at her B***s

She asked me some questions about myself and I answered sincerely and honestly (which means I censored my most naughty thoughts in the replies). I did not want my great grandchildren to think that I was a pervert when they read this article 100 yrs from now. She took my pics to print on the front page of Fortune. Once the nice talk was over, she jumped on me - told me that I was irresistible and she wants to get laid. No stings attached - just one night stand. I was taken aback… Is there really something called FREE GIFT???

She dragged me into the bedroom, threw me on the bed, closed the door and was getting ready to remove…

“Yo wake up Vish. You’re humping the pillow”.

My friends came over and threw me out of bed. Wish they could have come in 5 min later… Atleast I’d have finished my dream and made it to the front page of Fortune Magazine like in the pic.