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BBW Billionaire BDSM | Lisa Mulaton

Being My Billionaire’s BBW | Lisa Mulaton

Yes, Sir: A BBW Tale Of Office Submission | Lisa Mulaton

Giving A Sample To The BBW Nurse | Lisa Mulaton

BBW Billionaire BDSM

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Lisa Mulaton

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Marlene Johnson stands in front of the podium, looking out at the inexperienced faces in the crowd, and knowing that most of them have their lives already mapped out. Even though she is a valedictorian and she excels in her studies, she still has no idea what she is going to do for a living. Her mother warned her not to get a degree in the arts, because that kind of education didn't go past the classroom. She thought that she had a lot of time to figure things out, but those six years went by so quickly that now she needs to find her true path, with a degree that wasn't worth the paper it was printed on.

“As I look out at all these people, I see the future of the world looking back at me, and we all now have the responsibility to go out and make this world a better place.” Of course this was a speech that she made, and again she believed every word, except for when it came to the matter of herself. She had gotten so lost in her studies that she never really had any kind of life. Boyfriends were far and in between, and she really didn't have the time or the effort to worry about what a man was thinking. After all, it wasn't hard to see that most of them were thinking with what she had between her legs. “As your class valedictorian, I want you to know that I will never stop striving for the best, and I will never stop fighting for our soon-to-be children.” There was applause, and everybody stood up and threw their hats into the air.

“That was a nice speech, Marlene, but I think we all know that you are not as well prepared for the future as you claim.” Her mother saw her daughter as a skater, somebody that used education as a way to hide from the real world. Sure, she was very proud of her daughter for becoming the best of the best, but none of this translated to where she was going to be in five years from now. “I know that you've been thinking about this for six years, but so far I have seen nothing to indicate that you have your life together.”

“Mother, I think that I'm just going to try to find a job, so that I can have that time to figure out what my true vocation should be.” She knew that she was only grasping at straws, and that this was the only way that she could think to appease her mother for the time being. “I'll be sure to check the want ads, and I don't think it will take me very long to find something that suits my skill set.” She was saying everything right, but her mother knew in the back of her mind that her daughter was scared out of her mind, and didn't have a clue how to go about finding something that she was passionate about.

“I guess that's something, then at least you can save some money, until you finally do settle down into a profession that you care about.” It would have to do for now, but at least her father wasn't around to see her floundering like this, or maybe it was because of her father's death that she didn't want to get caught up in a dead-end job. “Your aunt Tammy wants to come stay with us with her two little daughters Emily and Jamie.” This was the last thing that Marlene wanted to hear, because her and Tammy never got along, and having her always around wasn't exactly going to be conducive to a happy household.

When she got home, she immediately picked up the paper and took it upstairs, perusing the want ads and hoping that there was some kind of way for her to get out of here before Tammy and her brood arrived. “Come on, I need something that's going to keep me away from this place for as long as possible.” Not having any idea what she was looking for, she finally saw something, but it was a long shot at best.

It appeared that a young billionaire named Christopher Jamison needed someone to accompany him on his yacht. It said that the pay was negotiable, and depended on what kind of experience the successful candidate has. The ideal candidate would have some kind of business degree, be able to think quickly on her feet, and be a whiz at numbers. She had two of the criteria, as she did think quickly on their feet, and she was pretty damn good with numbers. The only thing she didn't have that was high on the list was a business degree, but she always found that stuff boring, mostly because she was so good at it.

There was no challenge, and she always promised herself that she would never settle for something that she was good at, or more to the fact something that she would look forward to going to work. On a whim, she decided to apply online, sending a detailed cover letter, along with the prerequisite resume. She really didn't think she had a chance of landing the job, but this was the best of both worlds. It meant she could get away from Tammy and see the world as was meant to be seen by sea.

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Christopher stood looking out on the dock, wearing his short black hair slicked back, his face completely clean-shaven, and a small smirk on his face that bordered between confidence and egotism. He looked like a jet-setting playboy, and for the most part he spent his time sleeping with women, drinking fine brandy, and looking forward to his next adventure on the high seas. He had always had the nomad gene, ever since he was a young kid and his father took him sailing around the world. They had seen many sites, but there was still a lot to see, and he wasn't going to rest, until he found every hidden oasis on the face of the planet.

In order to feed his desire for adventure, he had taken his acumen for business and put it to good use with partnering with a genius inventor. Most of his clients were dealt with in the United States, but several other times he finds himself going off to parts unknown. That was the reason why he needed a man Friday, as these business meetings tend to get bogged down with semantics, and needed somebody with a keen eye to weed through all the nonsense. He was good at making the deal, but he sometimes didn't see the forest for the trees.

“Chris, you have gotten a fair response to your ad, and I must say that there are a lot of candidates with exactly what you're looking for.” Christopher wasn’t looking just for somebody with business knowledge, but also a little eye candy for not only himself, but for his guests. He had learned early on that having a woman with him on these meetings has always proved fruitful, as the idea that sex sells is always a good ploy. “I'm afraid that the candidates do tend to fall in the male category, but there are two women that have decided to throw their name into the ring.” Gerald was his vice president of operations, the genius behind the innovative software, but he wasn't much for traveling by boat, as he tended to get sea sick, which wouldn't do anybody any good.

“I'll take a look at them, but I think we both know what I am looking for.” Gerald was still amazed that this man had what it took to run a multi-million-dollar corporation, as you certainly wouldn't know it from looking at him. He looked like the dictionary meaning of playboy, but what he lacked in business fashion sense, he more than made up with the art of the deal. “Besides, since you aren't going to be here, I would like somebody that will not only be able to do the job, but also distract my guests with their other more prominent assets.”

“You're not leaving yourself too much time, and if you want to make it to Dubai in time for the meeting, you really are going to have to set sail within the next 24 hours. I'll leave you to it, because I've got a stack of papers on my desk back at the office that needs my attention. Keep in touch, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.” That was a bold statement, as he had known Gerald for some time, and still he had no idea what lies underneath that prim and proper exterior. They were friends in the broadest sense of the term, but for the most part their personal lives were off-limits.

“I’ll be sure to bring you back some souvenirs... I wonder what kind of souvenir I could afford with $40 million.” They both smiled at each other, knowing full well that when he returned, they would have a well sought out contract for computer software. “Maybe a golden statue of myself.” They both laughed, as Gerald moved down the dock, thinking how lucky he was to find a genius like him to partner with. As he climbed into his black Porsche, he started to see how far they had come in such a short period of time.

Two years ago they could barely scratch two pennies together, but between the two of them they were able to make a major achievement. He was the inventor of the new software that would make any other firewall pale in comparison, and they already had bankers and huge businesses knocking on their door before the end of the year. A lot of that had to do with Christopher and his father's contacts, but each one brought something different to the table.

Christopher pulled out a cigar from his dark blue windbreaker, snipping off the end, and lighting it with a gold cigarette lighter that his father had given to him on his 20th birthday. The inscription on the bottom said, “never back down, and never surrender." He had lived by those words, reaching past his expectations, and always staying one step ahead of the competition. Now, that he was approaching 25, he saw the world as his oyster to be shucked.

Going downstairs, he went over to his computer, logging on with his own personal password, and then opening up the files, looking for the perfect person to bring with him on this trip. He summarily dismissed all the men, as he had no interest in spending a month at sea with another man, except of course if Gerald was able to come with him. Since he couldn't, this allowed him to seek out suitable companionship, which meant that it was going to come down to two young women.

The first was a woman named Melissa Carver, and she certainly looked like the right part, with long blond hair, huge jugs, and a dazzling smile that would be a welcome addition to the business table.

Almost succumbing to her beauty, he then turned to the other candidate, looking at a woman called Marlene Johnson. She didn't have the business degree, but he could see that she was a lost soul, trying to carve her own path, and it didn't hurt that she was a natural beauty with light brown hair, green eyes, and from the picture that was on the resume, she was clearly a thick, curvy BBW... Just his type. He couldn't exactly say the same thing for Melissa, because those breasts had to be store-bought, and that was something he just couldn't condone.

Sending a message back, he decided to throw caution to the wind and see what this Marlene Johnson was all about.

Marlene was sleeping soundly, when she heard her phone beep that she had mail. She could count on one hand just how many people wrote her on a daily basis, with none being so callous to contact her at 2 AM in the morning. This could only mean that she was finding out the results of her application, and she really didn't know which way it was going to go.

Padding across the floor on her bare feet, she felt the cool hard wood on her toes, as she casually made her way over to the computer wearing just her Mickey Mouse sleep shirt. Grabbing her glasses, she placed them on the edge of her nose, as she pressed on the icon to receive her messages. “Ms. Johnson, I see that you haven’t got a business degree...” When she saw that first line, her heart began to plummet, thinking that the worst possible case scenario was going to play out in this one short message.

“Ms. Johnson, I see that you haven't got a business degree, but I also feel that you might be exactly what I'm looking for. If you're able to make it to the dock, and to slip number 25 before 7 AM this morning, then you have the job. Please do not disappoint me, because I am not a man that is used to being wrong. I hope you are planning on an extended stay” He didn't explain anything about the job, and had kept the message short and sweet. Thinking that she was a fairly good judge of character that abrupt message had caught her completely off guard.

At first she thought it was just his way of being businesslike, but there was something underneath the professionalism that had her little curious. Of course, she had done her research on the man, and had found out that he was by all accounts a man that was used to living a certain lifestyle. The pictures showed him to be always in the company of beautiful young ladies, most likely women that just wanted to be with him for his money, and would do practically anything to garner a big payday.