Perfect Date

By DX

Copyrighted 01/01, 08/2024 all rights reserved, story and artwork may not be reproduced electronically or otherwise without written consent. 

 You need arm candy! No corp exec can go anywhere without a trophy spouse hanging off his arm. You move, you shake and you don't have time to pay the high costs of a mistress or sycophant. 

 Wrongco hears your cry and presents... The Perfect Date! 

 Got a big convention to go to? Board meeting? Perhaps you’re in the closet and don't dare come out least it cost you your job! Weekend at the CEO's estate? Don't even think of going alone, let Wrongco create the Perfect Date for you who won't even bat an eye if you go home with someone else! 

 We use only the highest quality candidates made to order. In this promotional, we will walk step by step through the Perfect Date creation.

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The B-Gill 2000!
Guillotine.
Breast.
Bacon.

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A New Prenuptial

By DX

Copyrighted 5/2002 All rights reserved.

The transformation was amazing.

Nora had always been beautiful. Distractingly beautiful. But there had always been something, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, that darkened her. 

It was her soul. 

A self serving, almost evil soul that bled away her beauty. I saw it from day one, but Oscar, rich, old and lonely Oscar never saw it, even after he married her. He never saw it until he walked in on her sucking off the cabana boy in the pool house.

That was six months ago.

Now she was dedicated to him, attentive. Her eyes sparkled only for him and her beauty; her neck snapping beauty that seemed to radiate even though almost half of her face was shielded by the smooth, featureless plate of the Chasti-gag.

Quite a change from six months ago.

She was amazingly passionate. Her sobs were timed by an atomic clock, her sighs plucked heart strings and her pitiful, yet hopeful, sapphire blue eyes sparkled as tears rimed her cheeks. I watched the show with stoic disinterest. She was playing the emotional game, soul manipulation; the pitiful young girl who made a tinsy winsy little mistake and if you could find in your heart to forgive her, start a clean slate, she would be such a good little girl, yours forever. Heart, soul and smoking hot body, all for you. It really was a good performance, one of the best I've ever seen, and I've seen more than my fair share. But she had to be good. Billions were at stake.

Nora Winslet, before saying 'I do' to become Mrs Nora Reinfield, signed a prenuptial agreement to the effect that if she ever cheated on her husband to be, their marriage would be annulled and she would not be entitled to a single cent of the Reinfield fortune. She would lose her massive monthly salary, custody of any children they might have had, and any chance at inheriting aging Oscar Reinfield's fortune. She'd be out on her butt instantly. The prenupt was air tight and upheld by numerous case precedent. It was the perfect contract.

I wrote it after all.

She sat across us with her lawyer, batting her eyes at her husband, so grateful for this second chance. I had prepped him, as any good lawyer, not to make eye contact with his young bombshell wife, but he was melting anyway. I had to keep this moving. If he caved, the plan would crash like a lead balloon.

I pushed the forms forward. "If you'll just sign these."

"Of course." She reached for them slowly.

Her lawyer pounced on them like a puma. This was their rehearsed roles. Evelyn Samson was one of the best divorce lawyers in the country. I should know, she had been my protege. Their best plan was to stall long enough for Oscar to melt and forgo the new pre-nupt and just take her back. Forgoing that, haggling.

Evelyn was all over it. "What is this about chastity devices?"

Nora's sweet innocent act slipped. "Chastity devices?"

"That's non-negotiable." I huffed. "Oscar has to be certain that Nora will remain faithful."

Evelyn shook her head. "Unacceptable. You're being barbaric and a chauvinist." She pushed the papers back at me. "When you're ready to join the 21st century, give us a call."

I scooped them up. "Good-day then."

Nora panicked when she saw Oscar slide his chair back. "Wait a minute." She squeaked.

Evelyn jumped in, almost surprised it was her client melting. She glared at me. "Cut me some slack here, Richard. You're not being reasonable. Besides you couldn't get this past a judge. There's Nora's health to consider." She leaned forward. "Feminine health."

I slid over a sleek aluminum case before them and opened it up casually.  Nestled in dense foam were gleaming golden toys from the Chasti-Permalock Corporation. "Welcome to the 21st century." I paused dramatically, letting the reflected light play off of Nora's young face. "Designed by women for women and takes into consideration all female sanitary needs. Lightweight, discrete and comfortable." I slid the brochure towards Nora. "Here are the specs."

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