Free Training (Billionaire Submission Part 1) by Mindy Wilde

As I sat in the plush leather chair looking around at the office foyer I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the lobby of a five star hotel.   The walls were accented with a dark rich mahogany wood trim adorned with beautiful artwork which looked like it would fit better for a museum.   Who knows, with the history of this company and the man that runs it that may be exactly where the art came from.
    I still couldn’t believe I had received the call for this interview.   The most successful entrepreneur and investor of our time was looking for a apprentice and after multiple phone interviews, medical exams, and psychological batteries here I was.   This was the opportunity of a lifetime and I had to remind myself to keep breathing.   My entire body tingled with anticipation and I started to feel dizzy.  
    “Keep it together Mindy” I kept pleading with myself.   It didn’t help that this incredibly handsome titan of industry had, on more then one occasion, been the focus of my fantasy while pleasuring myself before drifting off to sleep.
    At the dawn of my college tenure I never would have dreamed the field of finance would be my ultimate destination.   The early years of my education had been spent learning just how much alcohol it would take for me to remove my clothes.   This almost always led to a very unsatisfactory night with an equally intoxicated frat boy and a walk of shame back to my dorm.
    That had all changed my sophomore year when I was fulfilling my core curriculum requirements with an ECON 101 class and was introduced to Professor Moore.   He was funny, inspiring, and most of all encouraging when I showed some promise with the subject matter.   Three years later I had graduated at the top of my class only to enter one of the worst economies the country had ever seen.   After the daily grind of living with my parents for over eighteen months I was giving up hope and starting to go stir crazy.
    Then Mr. Moore had called with that offer.   I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was that he had a connection to this visionary icon and thought to recommended me.   Now I just needed to make sure I don’t blow it.   Suddenly a sound startled me and I looked up.
    “Ms. Laskin, Mr. Keselman will see you now.”

    I took a deep breath, stood up, and with all the pseudo-confidence I could muster followed the receptionist through the door.   She led me down a long hallway lined with heavy solid wood doors that again reminded me of the glitzy hotels I had seen in movies.   As we approached an apparent dead-end the reception guided me to the right.   This section of the hallway was different having no doors except for a huge entryway that towered over us and suddenly made me feel very small.   The walls in this section were lined with the seemingly endless awards and accolades collected by this brilliant man.
    Once we arrived at the imposing gates of his castle the receptionist opened the door and motioned for me to enter.   I slowly crossed the threshold and with the sound of a door clicking behind me I peered around the room in awe.   Two of the walls were constructed of floor to ceiling windows looking out over the Chicago Skyline.   There were unique and beautiful art pieces strategically occupying the vast expanses of open space in the suite.
    Just as my vision moved past an elegant painting of probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen my eyes locked onto his. I froze and after a few seconds realized I was holding my breath.   Mr. Keselman was movie star gorgeous with air of power that was intimidating.   As he approached I tried to ready myself but found my vision uncontrollably drawn down his well tailored shirt which hugged the chiseled chest beneath.   With the bottom of his sleeves rolled up I could just make out the sinewy bulge created by his incredibly strong forearms.   If I wasn’t mistaken there was another bulge that was making it’s presence known as well.   Could