Bad Luck Black Money (17 page)

A job... just a couple of days earlier he was flying in a private jet, making love to the world's most beautiful women, and didn't have a care in the world. Now, he was doomed to take the first menial job that came his way, in order to raise some capital. Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

Once the sun had risen, Diamond starting walking the roads, looking for opportunities. He ventured off the main highway and started roaming the side streets. An old, industrial, robotic arm standing in front of a business called Nubotkz caught his attention. Upon closer inspection, all the guts had been taken out of the robotic arm so it was, in fact, a statue.

In his younger days, Diamond had built many toy robots and remote controlled vehicles. They held a certain fascination to him until he took up womanizing on a full time basis. Thanks to his photographic memory, Diamond had the technical know-how of an electrical engineer before he'd even reached puberty.

Diamond figured that if he had to get a job; he might as well get a job he liked. He walked up to the large, plain building, which housed Nubotkz and went inside. A receptionist sitting behind her desk, greeted him, and asked if she could be of assistance.

Relying on his charm and good looks, Diamond finagled his way to the president's office. An overweight secretary sitting outside of the president's office assured him that the president of the company wouldn't see him without an appointment, but he persisted. And she allowed him to sit and wait in the event of the president having a free moment.

Diamond spent his waiting time, flirting with the president's secretary. Her name was Sandy. She was in her late twenties and had a pretty face. Normally, Diamond wouldn't give her the time of day, but these weren't normal times. Having an ally, who had the president's ear, was a smart tactical move.

Sandy did her best to get Diamond in to see the president of Nubotkz. Eventually, the president opened his office door to see what was going on. Diamond stood up, reached out his hand in friendship, and addressed the small, baldheaded man by name.

"Mr. Elridge, I'm honored to meet you in person. My name is Diamond Saw."

It took a couple of seconds, but the president shook Diamond's hand and said, "Diamond Saw, that's quite a name you've got."

"Thank you, sir, my father's last name is Saw and my mother loves Diamonds. It just sort of worked out for me."

"I'll say," said the president. "What can I do for you young man?"

"I would like to work for you, sir."

"Oooh, we don't have any positions available at the moment. Sandy should have told you that."

"It's not her fault, sir. I wouldn't take no for an answer. I just love robots. Loved them since I was a kid."

While looking Diamond over, the bald man said, "There's absolutely nothing open on the production line. If I could help you out, I would.... However, would you consider a janitorial position? You know cleaning floors, bathrooms, emptying trash. Our current janitor is a complete waste of space. I wouldn't mind firing him if I had an able bodied replacement waiting in the wings."

"Mr. Elridge, by the time I'm finished with this place, it'll be clean enough perform operations in."

"Good, you're hired. When can you start?"

"Right now, sir."

"No, the cleaning is done at night. That's not a problem is it?"

"Not at all, thank you for the opportunity, sir."

The fact that Diamond's good looks and perfect smile got him the job wasn't lost on Diamond. Ugly, little people like Elridge, subconsciously, wanted to be around beautiful people. Pleasing Diamond made Elridge feel better about himself. And if the president of the company wanted to help him, who was he to say no?

Left alone in the Nubotkz plant at night, Diamond was able to clean the whole facility in a few hours time. This was no small task, given the condition of the factory. Without looking at a single financial report, Diamond ascertained that Nubotkz was a company in decline. At a well-managed factory, you could eat off of the floor. If you ate off of the floor at Nubotkz, you'd probably catch the plague.

Bored and with nothing better to do, Diamond scanned every technical journal in the place. Thanks to his photographic memory, it didn't take long. Boredom struck again a couple of days later, so he hacked the company's network firewall and discovered all their trade secrets. Within his first week at Nubotkz, Diamond knew more about the company than all of its employees, put together.

What had originally appeared to be a high tech company, turned out to be a poorly run, robotic arm assembly plant with too much debt and almost no innovation. Without any conscious effort on his part, Diamond's brain began subconsciously formulating a plan. There had to be a shortcut to wealth and power, one that ran through Nubotkz in South Mississippi.

Chapt
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Sandy stayed at the office after work on a Friday, waiting for Diamond to start his shift. She wore a knee length, white dress. Her shoes were white, three inch, high heels with closed toes and a little white strap that pressed firmly against her fat foot.

"Hello, Sandy," greeted Diamond when he seen Sandy waiting by the entranceway. "It's good to see you again."

"Hi, Diamond," Sandy said as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. "I wanted you to know that I send a 'thank you' basket of muffins to Mr. Elridge with your name on it. I figured it would make a good impression on the company president."

"Thank you, Sandy, that was so nice of you," said Diamond as he looked her over. "And might I say you are looking very pretty this evening."

"Oh, you're just saying that," Sandy said looking down at her shoes, her face slightly blushing.

Diamond had never been a lover of 'big' women. The cream of world's sexiest women had always thrown themselves at him, and he partook of them freely. But Sandy seemingly wanted to be his ally at Nubotkz, and she did have a pretty face. While she was fat, she wasn't so heavy that she couldn't move around freely. Diamond decided to see what it was like to ride the big wave.

"No, I mean it. As a matter of fact, I would like to take you out for dinner and a movie, but I'm kind of broke at the moment."

"That's OK," Sandy said enthusiastically. "I would be happy to pay for everything."

"Great, are you free Sunday evening?"

"Yes!" squealed Sandy as she barely stopped herself from jumping up and down with joy. Her slight movement allowed her large breasts to jiggle up and down slightly.

"Also, I don't currently have any wheels. Would you mind picking me up at my hotel?"

"Of course, I will," Sandy said, dialing back her over enthusiasm. "You're staying at the hotel next to the waffle place, right?"

"That's right," Diamond answered, wondering how she knew that. "See you at seven?"

"It's a date," responded Sandy with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Diamond leaned over, kissed her on her chubby, right cheek, and she almost melted. Sandy turned and walked away, while Diamond watched her ample rump sway back and forth. It had been a long time since he had, had any sex, and Sandy was in for the best sex of her life. Without knowing it, Diamond licked his lips.

Sandy arrived twenty minutes early. She sat in her car until she was five minutes late. She didn't want to seem too anxious. She walked up to his door but before she could knock, Diamond opened it.

"Are you ready, Sandy?"

"... Yes."

Diamond grabbed Sandy's hand as they walked toward her car. Sandy was dressed all in yellow: yellow dress, yellow panty hose, yellow shoes, yellow purse, and a tiny yellow hat on her head. Diamond deduced that she had to be wearing a yellow bra and panties as well. He thought about how he was going to have sex with that big lemon and squish out some lemonade. It made him smile.

They went to a nice restaurant, where Diamond ordered baked tilapia with several side dishes. Sandy ordered only a salad. As Diamond was eating, he watched Sandy picking at her salad. He was building up his strength for a night of marathon lovemaking, and she evidently wanted to loose a few pounds. Diamond planned on helping her out by giving her all the exercise she could handle, later that night.

It seemed to Diamond that everyone was staring at them in the restaurant. Some would sneak glances, while others would openly stare, slack jawed. You couldn't blame them. A man as handsome as Diamond with a rotund woman like Sandy wasn't a site one seen everyday.

Diamond made an effort at conversation, but mainly let Sandy do most of the talking. Every now and then, he'd gently stroke her hand or arm. Other times, he'd play footsie with her under the table. It was important to let her know on some level that he fully intended to consummate their friendship that very evening.

Sandy asked if he still wanted to see a movie after they had finished dinner. And much to Sandy's chagrin, Diamond said, "Yes". He intended to be courted to the fullest extent possible if he was going to put out later.

At the movies, Diamond was treated to large, buttered popcorn, large soda, and a box of candy, while Sandy made do with only a bottle of water. He was turning out to be an expensive date.

During the movie, Sandy wanted to make out, and Diamond obliged her to a certain extent. He really wanted to see the show and would only suck face during lulls in the movie. Being the perfect gentleman, he didn't even cop a feel of her large breasts in the relative privacy of the darkened movie theater.

After the movie, Sandy drove Diamond back to his hotel. Knowing it was time to earn his dinner, Diamond invited her in for a coffee.

Sandy surveyed his room, commenting on how quaint it was. Diamond spoke of how much he enjoyed the evening and how beautiful she looked. Then he walked over to her, and she shivered as he wrapped his arms around her expansive waist and pulled her plump body into his.

Diamond decided to treat Sandy to his second level of lovemaking. Level one women wanted the bare minimum of physical stimulation. They tolerated the physical parts of a relationship and saw sex as a necessary evil in trapping a husband. Level one women were best tapped and then dumped in Diamond's opinion.

Level two women, like Sandy, needed the penis and all it entailed. They liked sex, both giving and taking. Most everything was on the table. Diamond could work up a good sweat and only hold back a little bit.

Level three women were rare and wanted the porn star experience. They could take everything a man could give and beg for more. True freaks of nature, they could end up hurting a man, so care was needed in bedding one. Many a man's life has been destroyed trying to tame the wild, level three fillies.

When Diamond laid Sandy across his bed, he took off her yellow, high heels and saw that she took care of her feet, which had recently had a pedicure and smelled like strawberries. A woman's feet were a snapshot of her cleanliness. Good cared for feet, equaled a woman who would take good care of her man in Diamond's opinion.

Never having been with an overweight woman before, Diamond was fascinated by the motion of her breasts, which seemed to flow like the ocean's waves. He had been with women who had double 'D' breasts before, but they didn't move like Sandy's.

His constant obsessing over her breasts made Sandy self-conscious, and she folded one of her arms across them to stop their jiggling. Gently Diamond moved her arm away, pinning it to her side, lovingly.

Diamond whispered, "Let them move freely. They're magnificent."

The night went on, and they made love several times. Every subsequent lovemaking session, made Sandy yelp louder in her throws of ecstasy. By morning light, Diamond

worried that the neighboring rooms would hear her screams and moans through the drywall and think that he was murdering her.

In the morning as Sandy was leaving, she said that she was going to call in sick at work. She needed the day off to recuperate from the night of wild, monkey sex. She walked barefoot on the filthy, parking lot pavement, carrying her shoes in one hand and yesterday's yellow pantyhose wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

Even though he hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, Diamond felt rejuvenated. His mind raced over all the technical information he'd stolen from Nubotkz. He saw the current blueprints of their premier, robotic arm in his mind and knew that he could improve it. No! He would create a whole new system that could work circles around Nubotkz's product. Nubotkz's robotic arm would seem like a child's toy compared to what he was envisioning.

Diamond used a few dollars to buy an arm full of notebook paper and several packs of pens at the store across the road. Working right up to the moment when he had to catch the bus for work, Diamond was a man possessed by a vision. And one way or another, he'd make that vision become reality.

Over the next few days, Diamond fleshed out a blueprint of what his twin robotic arms would look like. He also finished a rough schematic of the robotic 'guts'. It turned out that he needed some help with the software and communication systems, so he called his brother.

"Hello," Emerald answered the phone.

"Hi, Emerald, it's Diamond. Can you spare a minute?"

"Diamond, I can't give you any money. Dad made that very clear to me."

"Dude, I'm insulted. I'm not calling you to beg for money."

"OK, then what did you call for?"

"Wow, straight to the point. No 'how are you?', no 'how's the weather over there?', just, 'what do you want?'.... Need to work on your people skills, bro."

"I'm sorry. How are you?" asked Emerald.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking, and you?"

"Actually, I'm kind of bored," replied Emerald. "I'm thinking that it's time for me to start a new project."

"Oh really?" Diamond said. "Do you have anything specific in mind?"

"Well, word is that you're currently working in a robotics plant. That piqued my curiosity about the field of robotics. I'm thinking about robotic military applications. Maybe a robot that can take the place of foot soldiers?"

"Talk about coincidence," said Diamond. "I've got a proposition for you."

"OK."

"I'm building my own version of an industrial, robotic arm. Only, mine will be twenty times faster, have two arms instead of one, and be completely mobile."

"Interesting," responded Emerald. "How are you going to finance your project?"

"Believe it or not, I'm paying for it out of pocket."

"No way."

"Yes way. I'm re-purposing some of Nubotkz's machinery at night when nobody's around. I'm going to use, stronger than steel, carbon fiber. And since I've procured a way to make carbon fiber from used plastic bags, I can fabricate a robotic framework that's literally cheaper than a bag of dirt."

"Interesting, I suppose you want me to write the software."

"Yes, and the robot needs the ability to communicate with other robots and be in constant contact with a supercomputer, which I'll probably locate here in Mississippi. So, if you could work on that as well, it would be swell."

"Shit on a cracker," Emerald cursed. "Why don't you just ask me to develop some A.I. (artificial intelligence) for the robot? If you're already asking for the moon, you might as well ask for the stars."

"Can you do that?"

"... Of course, I can. But, do you have any idea how difficult and time consuming all this is going to be?"

"Hey, bro, I'm not asking you to do it for free. I'll cut you in for a quarter ownership of my new company."

"A quarter? No, I'm thinking half."

"Dude, I'm the one who's doing all the physical labor. I'm inventing my ass off here! Plus, you're not the one has to DO a fat chick."

"Why are you having sex with a fat chick?"

"Never you mind.... What do you say to a third of the company and free access to all my robotic creations?"

"I'd say you got yourself a deal, Diamond."

"Great, Emerald, you won't regret this.

Can you fly down here and pick up a couple of boxes of my paperwork? It'll give you the general lay out, of where I'm going with this."

"Can't you just email them, or ship them overnight express?"

"Brother, I'm not trusting anybody with this, except for you. Besides, don't you want to see the big booty I'm hittin'? Maybe, she'll let you tap that thang."

"I'll fly over and take a look at your papers. But I'm not having relations with a fat girl."

"Your loss, Emerald. Your loss."