The Charming Celia

I had already worked my way up to an eight-pack back in college. After graduation, I did not have much time to keep up the routine, but the abs were still there. Honestly, they were the only thing I felt confident showing off.

When I sent my picture to Celia, there was a long silence. I started to worry that she was unimpressed.

"Ms. White?" I called out nervously. I didn't want this opportunity to slip away so easily.

"Oh, I'm here," she replied, her voice slightly dreamy.

"I was just admiring your abs.

"Let's meet up if you're free, Sven. I'd love to see you in person."

I was thrilled by her suggestions. I had heard from Kevin that meeting those rich women could earn you tens of thousands, just in tips.

I agreed immediately, and we set the date for the weekend. My heart swelled with excitement as I imagined the possibilities of getting rich.

Celia chuckled lightly, and added, "I can't wait to see you in person, Sven."

I could not wait either.

Later, she sent me a photo of herself. She was lying on a bed with a red silk nightgown, leaning slightly on one arm. The silky fabric barely covered anything, and her legs were posted in an allure position.

The sight was intoxicating. The alcohol I had been drinking earlier seemed to turn into heat coursing through my veins, making my head spin. My thoughts cleared up in an instant, and all I could think about was being by her side, devouring her with my eyes—and maybe more.

I was so excited and could not sleep that night. If everything went well, I might no longer be a loser and I would even have the confidence to pursue Talitha.

The idea made me grin like an idiot.

I was groggy and unfocused the next day at work. I could not wait to tell Kevin what happened when I ran into him.

"You lucky dog!" he exclaimed, giving my shoulder a playful slap.

"Do you know how many times I tried to meet Ms. White? She always turned me down, but you managed to win her over!"

His words made me feel even prouder.

"Thanks to you, Kelvin. I couldn't have done it without you," I grinned.

"Just don't forget me when you start making bank," he joked.

"Of course not!" I replied with a laugh.

Finally, the weekend arrived. Celia sent me her address, and I realized she lived in the same city, just about 12 miles away. I grabbed a cab and was there in no time.

Her place was in a quiet, secluded area—a massive villa surrounded by lush greenery. The environment was peaceful and perfect for someone who could afford to live in luxury. I could not help but feel a pang of envy. Compared to her, I was just struggling to make ends meet.

I was stunned when I stepped inside. The interior was lavishly decorated, with every detail oozing wealth and taste. Despite the size of the house, it seemed she lived alone, which probably explained why she felt lonely. I could not blame her. If I lived here by myself, I would feel the same.

Celia greeted me in a white, sheer nightgown that barely concealed anything. Her small, delicate feet padded softly across the floor, and she looked at me with a mix of excitement and hunger.

"Ms. White," I greeted her softly.

"Shh," she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips. She walked up to me slowly, her gaze intense, like she had not seen a man in years.

"Show me your eight-pack," she said, tugging at my shirt without waiting for an answer. Her hand slipped underneath, her fingers trailing over my abs.