Thread: Abandoned Openers

I think I might have run into my first abandoned opener, though still hold out some hope that it might be picked up, although my intended partner, online daily when we were setting it up, hasn't been online in the over-a-week since I posted it. Thought I'd throw it on here, mainly because, Xana, it's the same premiseplot as our initial story together for which you wrote the opener, but quite different in its starting point. The Proposition At age thirty-four, Daniel Taylor lived the life that most men could only envy. An adolescent prodigy when it came to technology and computer systems, the adolescent had started-up his own company in Senior Year at High School, and by age twenty-five had accumulated his first million dollars. The upward trend only continued with the subsequent development of a scheduling, timetabling and rostering application which offered considerable time-saving and efficiency improvements to the outdated systems in use, and was soon purchased by the largest travel agency franchise in the country. Three years later, the software had been adapted to the Educational Sphere, and Dan was in the process of marketing it to Institutions across the country, using the local Public High as a guinea-pig as an example to confirm its efficiency. The first year alone, his application had saved the Institution fifty-thousand dollars in direct costs, and freed up valuable teaching time for the Faculty. As useful as the School found the system advantageous, over the past four years, Dan himself had found it even more so. What was a man meant to do, when not even yet to reach forty, he possessed enough wealth to never need work again, owned a mansion on the summit of Signal Hill, the most prestigious estate in the medium-sized city, more cars than he could drive in a lifetime, and even more women chasing him for his money, to keep himself entertained, and have to look forward to? The vapid big-titted blonde gold-diggers with the fake tans who continued to throw themselves at the six foot, two inch tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed man had begun to bore him a long while ago. Though handsome enough, with a strong jaw, an aristocratic nose, dimples that became prominent when he smiled, and a slim, athletic body kept in shape by the daily use of his home pool and gymnasium, Dan was completely aware that it wasn't his looks that attracted them. It was what was contained in his bank accounts, and you could only date so many money-hungry, entitled, egotistical and selfish bitches, no matter how cute they were, before one blended into another, and they no longer offered a challenge, or anything of interest. Daniel had dated more than his fair share. As had the male friends and colleagues who moved in the same circles as he. Wealthy and influential in their own right, they'd all had similar complaints, and one night at his mansion four years ago, after a copious amount of alcohol, and discovering a shared penchant for younger pussy, Dan and those colleagues had hit upon an idea. Tired of being sought out for their wealth, what if they turned things around, and offered up a large sum of their own volition? Sex for money. Women closer to their age were too experienced in the ways of the world, and accustomed to the sexual appetites of men, for that concept to much arouse their interest, but what about those of High School age? Would a normal teenage girl agree to spend the night with a group of males for the offer of more cash than she'd ever seen in her life, and possibly ever dreamed of? Just what would it take to tempt one, and how far would she go? That's what the men discussed, and each was on the same page. They weren't talking about a ready-made slut, or corrupting a virgin, but for all intents and purposes, just an average, everyday, middle-class girl, and the parameters had been set. Attractive, but not model-good looking, neither a known whore nor a prude, parents not wealthy nor dirt-poor, a good-student, and eighteen years old as a minimum, but no older than nineteen. Approved acceptance to an out-of-state college, where the offer of a free ride, and opportunity to study free of debt and work commitments would hopefully be too tempting to pass up, whilst in return, the provision of their money would assist the girl in obtaining her college degree, and get her off to a good start in life. Amongst themselves, they referred to it as a 'Scholarship.' The morning after that conversation, Dan had commenced to use his technical knowledge of the school's computer system, and hacking abilities, to narrow down possibilities, and select potential targets. Exam results and attendance records were checked, school yearbooks trawled, photographs and disciplinary records obtained, as were College applications and the young woman's parent's bank records. There was no intent to cause harm, or to use the information for any sinister purpose, and where the candidate was found to be unsuitable, all records were destroyed, and the list of potential schoolgirl's who could possibly be tempted, narrowed down. For two out of the three years, the men had been successful with the young woman at the centre of the failed attempt having been provided a 5,000 cheque to maintain her silence. Now, on a Friday afternoon, nearing the end of the school year, Dan glanced at the photograph, which sat atop a copy of a college application on the leather passenger seat of his Mercedes E-Class convertible, intending to make it three from four. Dressed casually, but neatly, in a pair of khaki pants and pale blue dress shirt, he slipped from the vehicle and rested against the hood as the school bell rang, in the hopes that he'd be able to catch Rebecca Meyers on her way out.