Master’s Milking Cow
When that man sat down next to me, I knew my flight would be interesting. I didn’t expect it to be much more than that, but maybe I should’ve. Sean Riggs was different from anything I’d ever known, far different. I should’ve known he would pick up on my curiosity. He picked up on everything. But at that time, he was something unknown.
With his slick, perfectly groomed hair, and his suit and leather briefcase, he screamed money. That wasn’t what shocked me. It was his smell. It got my attention. It got more than that, it sucked me in, making me want to crawl into his lap and lick it off him. It was that alluring.
Whatever he had on, I didn’t want to ask how much it cost, but by the end of the ride, I wanted to figure out what it was. Maybe I could find a cheaper alternative somewhere.
Trying to control my excitement over meeting this unique stranger, I gave him a pleasant, small smile, and then reclined in my seat and looked forward. That wasn’t enough for him. He reclined with me, and then looked over at me, and despite having an elderly woman in the seat next to me, began to talk with blunt earnestness.
“You’re a beautiful girl. What do you do for a living?”
“Oh, thanks. Right now I’m unemployed. I’m going back home.”
What was this guy’s deal? Did he think I was going fall for him because he reeked of money? I decided to just take it as a compliment. I gave him another sly smile. I wanted to know what his story was. My story wasn’t that exciting. I moved from Romania to the United States, moving in with one of my cousins in the middle of nowhere. My family broke apart, some of them living in Romania, while some lived in the United States.
I thought it would be an adventure. Not only an adventure, but I thought I would be pulling in a bigger paycheck than in Romania. It turned out I was wrong on both counts. This man who sat next to me was the most interesting person I saw on my entire trip.
“I could have a job for you,” he said, not skipping a beat. He remembered that we weren’t introduced. He brought his hand over to me, firm, yet smooth, and shook it. I warmed up immediately to this stranger. A tingle passed through my body, one that I fought to not turn into a full on shiver.
He knew his way around women, that was for sure. This man showed no fear.
“My name is Sean Riggs.”
“Gwen. Really? A job for me? It wouldn’t happen to be in Romania would it?”
The woman next to me huffed and peered over at us. She must’ve thought this conversation just as strange. I didn’t blame her.
“Afraid not. Is that where you’re headed, Romania? Gwen doesn’t sound very Romanian to me.”
“We moved there when I was little.”
“Moving from the States to Romania. Interesting. Why were you in the States?”
“Thought it would be better for me. I was actually making more and having more fun in Romania. I shouldn’t have left.”
“That’s a shame,” he said. Then he flashed his wicked smile at me. I knew I needed to be careful around this guy. He was the type used to taking advantage, but I was confident in myself, and I decided to just go along with our flirting, thinking nothing of it other than a good time. We were flirting weren’t we? I was trying to hide my smiling, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“Maybe you didn’t stay with the right people,” he said, then took out a business card from his wallet. When he handed it to me, I got a very American Psycho vibe.
“This is where you work?”
“Yes, it’s an interesting organization. We could use a girl like you.”
I read the card. It didn’t make much sense to me. “Cowgirls Inc,” it read.
“I’m not sure what you do exactly.”
“Like I said, it’s interesting. Basically, we serve high end clients.”
That was vague. The woman next to me decided to look out the plane window in order to remove herself from the conversation.
I got the impression that this man was one
When that man sat down next to me, I knew my flight would be interesting. I didn’t expect it to be much more than that, but maybe I should’ve. Sean Riggs was different from anything I’d ever known, far different. I should’ve known he would pick up on my curiosity. He picked up on everything. But at that time, he was something unknown.
With his slick, perfectly groomed hair, and his suit and leather briefcase, he screamed money. That wasn’t what shocked me. It was his smell. It got my attention. It got more than that, it sucked me in, making me want to crawl into his lap and lick it off him. It was that alluring.
Whatever he had on, I didn’t want to ask how much it cost, but by the end of the ride, I wanted to figure out what it was. Maybe I could find a cheaper alternative somewhere.
Trying to control my excitement over meeting this unique stranger, I gave him a pleasant, small smile, and then reclined in my seat and looked forward. That wasn’t enough for him. He reclined with me, and then looked over at me, and despite having an elderly woman in the seat next to me, began to talk with blunt earnestness.
“You’re a beautiful girl. What do you do for a living?”
“Oh, thanks. Right now I’m unemployed. I’m going back home.”
What was this guy’s deal? Did he think I was going fall for him because he reeked of money? I decided to just take it as a compliment. I gave him another sly smile. I wanted to know what his story was. My story wasn’t that exciting. I moved from Romania to the United States, moving in with one of my cousins in the middle of nowhere. My family broke apart, some of them living in Romania, while some lived in the United States.
I thought it would be an adventure. Not only an adventure, but I thought I would be pulling in a bigger paycheck than in Romania. It turned out I was wrong on both counts. This man who sat next to me was the most interesting person I saw on my entire trip.
“I could have a job for you,” he said, not skipping a beat. He remembered that we weren’t introduced. He brought his hand over to me, firm, yet smooth, and shook it. I warmed up immediately to this stranger. A tingle passed through my body, one that I fought to not turn into a full on shiver.
He knew his way around women, that was for sure. This man showed no fear.
“My name is Sean Riggs.”
“Gwen. Really? A job for me? It wouldn’t happen to be in Romania would it?”
The woman next to me huffed and peered over at us. She must’ve thought this conversation just as strange. I didn’t blame her.
“Afraid not. Is that where you’re headed, Romania? Gwen doesn’t sound very Romanian to me.”
“We moved there when I was little.”
“Moving from the States to Romania. Interesting. Why were you in the States?”
“Thought it would be better for me. I was actually making more and having more fun in Romania. I shouldn’t have left.”
“That’s a shame,” he said. Then he flashed his wicked smile at me. I knew I needed to be careful around this guy. He was the type used to taking advantage, but I was confident in myself, and I decided to just go along with our flirting, thinking nothing of it other than a good time. We were flirting weren’t we? I was trying to hide my smiling, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“Maybe you didn’t stay with the right people,” he said, then took out a business card from his wallet. When he handed it to me, I got a very American Psycho vibe.
“This is where you work?”
“Yes, it’s an interesting organization. We could use a girl like you.”
I read the card. It didn’t make much sense to me. “Cowgirls Inc,” it read.
“I’m not sure what you do exactly.”
“Like I said, it’s interesting. Basically, we serve high end clients.”
That was vague. The woman next to me decided to look out the plane window in order to remove herself from the conversation.
I got the impression that this man was one
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