Viuda Negra
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Leaning back in his seat Frank started to shake his head laughing. “No way.” Covering his face with his hands he continued to laugh till he looked up and saw the two women staring back at him straight faced. “You have got to be kidding me… that can’t work.”
“It can work and it does work. Does my very appearance not tell you that? The jewellery alone?” Anya smiled and ran her finger slowly around the rim of a half full glass of wine, making it sing softly as Frank just blinked, trying to let the information they had just divulged sink in.
“I know it doesn’t sound particularly nice Frank but… in this world it’s dog eat dog and…how are shiatsus like us meant to compete?” Lua asked, placing a hand on Franks thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she smiled at him.
Anya looked towards Lua and gave her a gentle nudge. “I would prefer it if you didn’t compare to me as any form of dog.”
“It was a cute dog-“
Anya cut her off by placing a hand on her shoulder. “I am not a dog and do not wish to be referred to one. No matter how pretty the dog may be.” Lua just nodded a little and regained her composure, sitting with her back straight against the wicker of her chair. “The point is Frank, you are in the best position ever. You would be the first of your kind. An innovator I suppose.”
Biting on the corner of his lip gently Frank avoided their eyes as he thought this over in his head. This was so wrong but so irresistible. A guaranteed way to living in riches for the rest of his life, a life ticket if you will. Running a hand through his hair and gently tugging at the ends Frank looked up to meet Lua’s eyes and smiled softly. “I think… I’m going to try it.”
“We’ll help you start up,” Anya offered, sliding a purse out of her bag and rifling through it. “We will arrange a suitable place for you to stay, we will take you shopping and take you to the correct mixers. You’re in great hands Frank.”
“I don’t think Frank is suitable though… it sounds quite harsh.” Lua said to herself. “Sounds like a plumber from Brooklyn showing too much ass crack.”
“…excuse me?” Frank glared slightly at her, he’d never particularly liked his name but that didn’t mean he was about to accept such harsh criticism from someone he had just met.
“Oh! I didn’t mean it offensively…” Lua smiled apologetically, petting Frank’s hand gently as if that would make it all better.
“How else was that meant to be taken? That’s like calling me ugly and impotent and then telling me that you didn’t mean for me to take offence!” Frank recoiled his hand and pouted slightly, upset that his new friends were already making fun of him. It was peculiar to him that if a man made fun of him he was able to accept it, flip them off and just move on but if a girl were to insult him he took it a lot more seriously. It probably had something to do with how subtle females usually tend to be and his theory on how if a woman insults you, she truly means it.
“Darling, please, we’re not trying to break your spirit here, we’re just trying to groom you to be a-“ Anya laughed softly at her own pun before continuing. “we’re just trying to make you perfect.”
“So you want me to change my name?” Frank asked, his voice still holding a tone of a sullen child, his arms folded and lips in a perfect pout.
“No. Not at all. Though, maybe when introducing yourself you could say that your name is Frank, though you can call me Franky.” Anya smiled at her own idea, pushing her long hair out of her face and quickly tying it up into a casual pony tail. “The subtle hint that they can call you something others can’t will make them feel special.”
Frank nodded a little and wiped his hands off in the napkin. “Do you really think I would be able to pull it off?”
“I’m positive.” Lua declared as she smiled warmly at the waiter who brought her over another free drink. “You’re very good looking…but not overly so, that’s what will make it believable. Being realistic is the key ingredient here.” She paused to take a sip from her glass before nodding. “I think you’d do very well.”
“Though,” Anya began. “Don’t get your hopes up just yet… we have to find you a fish before we can even begin thinking of how well you’re going to do.”
“Firstly you need to get some clothes.” Lua gave a pointed look towards Anya. “I’ll cover the clothes if you cover the accommodation?” Anya nodded and handed over her credit card when a waiter came over with the bill. “Then it’s all agreed, I would come with you shopping Frank but I have a manicure in ten minutes.” Lua said apologetically as she opened her purse and handed over €800 before standing. Leaning over to brush her lips gently over his cheek she smiled softly, “I had better be going. We shall have to do dinner later. Anya will arrange something I’m sure.” Waving slightly Lua stepped away from the table and walked off, her heels clicking on the poolside tiles, a string of men watching her as she walked away, all nudging each other and grinning.
“You see that?” Anya nodded over to the men. “That is why we’re rich. When men think with their less capable head we can manipulate them to do exactly what we want them to do. They’re like putty; you mould them to be exactly what you want them to be.”
“I…wouldn’t agree with that.”
“Oh no? Watch this.” Standing Anya removed the pink sarong she had been wearing leaving her in a matching pink thong and a bikini vest with a low plunging neckline accentuating her large breasts. Walking over to the group of men she made eye contact with one of them and smiled coyly but continued walking straight past until she reached the bar, casting a look over her shoulder to the same man she had made eye contact with who soon was up on his feet and walking over to her. They chatted idly at the bar, she took hold of his lapel and leant in close to whisper in his ear, her breasts pressing against him as she spoke. Frank watched as the man nodded dumbly and signed something at the bar, Anya smiled and walked back over to Frank. “We have free drinks for the rest of today.”
“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No. Really. It’s just a pity that I had already paid for lunch.” Anya frowned slightly and slipped her sarong back on, sitting back down and crossing one long leg over the other, she rested her perfectly manicured feet just a little away from his legs.
“So is there a dress code I should be made aware of?” Frank asked with a snort, still amazed at what had just happened. He had always been aware that women were able to get a free drink at a bar in return for the idea of sex but all Anya had done was lean in close to him and then came and sat back down… how could he have gotten the impression that he was going to be receiving sex from that?
Anya thought about this for a moment before shaking her head. “Try and create your own style. Of course you have to look good… but I’m sure you can handle that. When it comes to men fashion is quite limited so I’ll let you make your own decisions when it comes to that.”
“Why thank you for trusting me.” Frank rolled his eyes and motioned for another drink from the waiter.
“Presentation is a key element Frank; no one likes a fashion reject.”
Nodding Frank accepted the drink that was brought over to him and scanned the pool area. It was only then that he noticed that there were no kids running about or families. This seemed like a typical resort… “Where are all the kids?”
Anya looked at him over her glass, slightly confused by the question. “Kids? As in children or goats?”
“Children.”
“Well… this hotel is… not the sort that you get offered on a package holiday. I doubt there is a child around here at all unless they are locals. It’s not that sort of resort.” Laying back onto a lounger Anya leaned forward for the sun tan lotion but Frank got there first, taking hold of the bottle he sat on the side of her lounger and started to rub the white liquid into her skin.
“A playground for the stupidly rich?”
“You…could say that I suppose. Shouldn’t you be going shopping?” Anya asked, reaching into her bag for a book, smiling at the feel of Frank’s hands running over her bare skin.
“I’m going once I’ve done this.”
“Alright, when you return we’ll have your villa sorted for you and a decent history made for you. Just check in at the desk and then meet us in the hotel lobby at seven.”
“What for?”
“To go husband hunting.”
Leaning back in his seat Frank started to shake his head laughing. “No way.” Covering his face with his hands he continued to laugh till he looked up and saw the two women staring back at him straight faced. “You have got to be kidding me… that can’t work.”
“It can work and it does work. Does my very appearance not tell you that? The jewellery alone?” Anya smiled and ran her finger slowly around the rim of a half full glass of wine, making it sing softly as Frank just blinked, trying to let the information they had just divulged sink in.
“I know it doesn’t sound particularly nice Frank but… in this world it’s dog eat dog and…how are shiatsus like us meant to compete?” Lua asked, placing a hand on Franks thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she smiled at him.
Anya looked towards Lua and gave her a gentle nudge. “I would prefer it if you didn’t compare to me as any form of dog.”
“It was a cute dog-“
Anya cut her off by placing a hand on her shoulder. “I am not a dog and do not wish to be referred to one. No matter how pretty the dog may be.” Lua just nodded a little and regained her composure, sitting with her back straight against the wicker of her chair. “The point is Frank, you are in the best position ever. You would be the first of your kind. An innovator I suppose.”
Biting on the corner of his lip gently Frank avoided their eyes as he thought this over in his head. This was so wrong but so irresistible. A guaranteed way to living in riches for the rest of his life, a life ticket if you will. Running a hand through his hair and gently tugging at the ends Frank looked up to meet Lua’s eyes and smiled softly. “I think… I’m going to try it.”
“We’ll help you start up,” Anya offered, sliding a purse out of her bag and rifling through it. “We will arrange a suitable place for you to stay, we will take you shopping and take you to the correct mixers. You’re in great hands Frank.”
“I don’t think Frank is suitable though… it sounds quite harsh.” Lua said to herself. “Sounds like a plumber from Brooklyn showing too much ass crack.”
“…excuse me?” Frank glared slightly at her, he’d never particularly liked his name but that didn’t mean he was about to accept such harsh criticism from someone he had just met.
“Oh! I didn’t mean it offensively…” Lua smiled apologetically, petting Frank’s hand gently as if that would make it all better.
“How else was that meant to be taken? That’s like calling me ugly and impotent and then telling me that you didn’t mean for me to take offence!” Frank recoiled his hand and pouted slightly, upset that his new friends were already making fun of him. It was peculiar to him that if a man made fun of him he was able to accept it, flip them off and just move on but if a girl were to insult him he took it a lot more seriously. It probably had something to do with how subtle females usually tend to be and his theory on how if a woman insults you, she truly means it.
“Darling, please, we’re not trying to break your spirit here, we’re just trying to groom you to be a-“ Anya laughed softly at her own pun before continuing. “we’re just trying to make you perfect.”
“So you want me to change my name?” Frank asked, his voice still holding a tone of a sullen child, his arms folded and lips in a perfect pout.
“No. Not at all. Though, maybe when introducing yourself you could say that your name is Frank, though you can call me Franky.” Anya smiled at her own idea, pushing her long hair out of her face and quickly tying it up into a casual pony tail. “The subtle hint that they can call you something others can’t will make them feel special.”
Frank nodded a little and wiped his hands off in the napkin. “Do you really think I would be able to pull it off?”
“I’m positive.” Lua declared as she smiled warmly at the waiter who brought her over another free drink. “You’re very good looking…but not overly so, that’s what will make it believable. Being realistic is the key ingredient here.” She paused to take a sip from her glass before nodding. “I think you’d do very well.”
“Though,” Anya began. “Don’t get your hopes up just yet… we have to find you a fish before we can even begin thinking of how well you’re going to do.”
“Firstly you need to get some clothes.” Lua gave a pointed look towards Anya. “I’ll cover the clothes if you cover the accommodation?” Anya nodded and handed over her credit card when a waiter came over with the bill. “Then it’s all agreed, I would come with you shopping Frank but I have a manicure in ten minutes.” Lua said apologetically as she opened her purse and handed over €800 before standing. Leaning over to brush her lips gently over his cheek she smiled softly, “I had better be going. We shall have to do dinner later. Anya will arrange something I’m sure.” Waving slightly Lua stepped away from the table and walked off, her heels clicking on the poolside tiles, a string of men watching her as she walked away, all nudging each other and grinning.
“You see that?” Anya nodded over to the men. “That is why we’re rich. When men think with their less capable head we can manipulate them to do exactly what we want them to do. They’re like putty; you mould them to be exactly what you want them to be.”
“I…wouldn’t agree with that.”
“Oh no? Watch this.” Standing Anya removed the pink sarong she had been wearing leaving her in a matching pink thong and a bikini vest with a low plunging neckline accentuating her large breasts. Walking over to the group of men she made eye contact with one of them and smiled coyly but continued walking straight past until she reached the bar, casting a look over her shoulder to the same man she had made eye contact with who soon was up on his feet and walking over to her. They chatted idly at the bar, she took hold of his lapel and leant in close to whisper in his ear, her breasts pressing against him as she spoke. Frank watched as the man nodded dumbly and signed something at the bar, Anya smiled and walked back over to Frank. “We have free drinks for the rest of today.”
“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No. Really. It’s just a pity that I had already paid for lunch.” Anya frowned slightly and slipped her sarong back on, sitting back down and crossing one long leg over the other, she rested her perfectly manicured feet just a little away from his legs.
“So is there a dress code I should be made aware of?” Frank asked with a snort, still amazed at what had just happened. He had always been aware that women were able to get a free drink at a bar in return for the idea of sex but all Anya had done was lean in close to him and then came and sat back down… how could he have gotten the impression that he was going to be receiving sex from that?
Anya thought about this for a moment before shaking her head. “Try and create your own style. Of course you have to look good… but I’m sure you can handle that. When it comes to men fashion is quite limited so I’ll let you make your own decisions when it comes to that.”
“Why thank you for trusting me.” Frank rolled his eyes and motioned for another drink from the waiter.
“Presentation is a key element Frank; no one likes a fashion reject.”
Nodding Frank accepted the drink that was brought over to him and scanned the pool area. It was only then that he noticed that there were no kids running about or families. This seemed like a typical resort… “Where are all the kids?”
Anya looked at him over her glass, slightly confused by the question. “Kids? As in children or goats?”
“Children.”
“Well… this hotel is… not the sort that you get offered on a package holiday. I doubt there is a child around here at all unless they are locals. It’s not that sort of resort.” Laying back onto a lounger Anya leaned forward for the sun tan lotion but Frank got there first, taking hold of the bottle he sat on the side of her lounger and started to rub the white liquid into her skin.
“A playground for the stupidly rich?”
“You…could say that I suppose. Shouldn’t you be going shopping?” Anya asked, reaching into her bag for a book, smiling at the feel of Frank’s hands running over her bare skin.
“I’m going once I’ve done this.”
“Alright, when you return we’ll have your villa sorted for you and a decent history made for you. Just check in at the desk and then meet us in the hotel lobby at seven.”
“What for?”
“To go husband hunting.”