Out of the ashes of one of the worst days of his life, in which he had been picked on, scolded, beaten up, and humiliated, sprung a new day that had q...ickly become the most joyous he had ever experienced. He had found a magical Persian tar. When played correctly, it unleashed the essence of a sexual genie servant who was bonded to him for life. He had named her Dawn, after her striking pair of light blue eyes flecked with red and gold, which reminded George of a sunrise. The rest of her was. Blonde, brunette, redhead ... Big-boobed, small-boobed, medium-boobed ... White, black, Asian, Latina ... I had my pick. I could probably be greedy and pick more than one. It was a nice club; really, it was probably the nicest club I'd ever been in. It was a high-class joint without feeling stuffy, and the eye candy was some of the best I'd ever seen. And yet, I felt like I was stuck at a Hometown Buffett – I had all the selection you could ask for, and it all LOOKED appetizing, but I. Blood and feeling. Everywhere. Feeling like ecstasy. The big bang, exploding at his heart, sending shimmering stars to the edges of the universe. To the edges of his skin. Even out through his scalp to his hair.“Wow,” she murmured.“Yeah,” he agreed.Then they laughed. Cosmic joke.“You know, Jesse” he said, bringing his hands from ass to tits. “You have perfect breasts.”“Thanks.” She kissed him. Warm and soft. Just long enough to say goodbye.“Wait,” he said when she started lifting off him. He. "Who else is involved?" I asked."Two PGA members, one real estate developer, and one Hollywood actor are on the Board," he replied."Who will be the managing partner?" I asked."James McKenzie, the real estate developer, is the managing partner. And before you ask, he has a good track record. All but one of his ventures has returned the investment on schedule," Bob said."It seems like you have done your homework. How much of this do you want?" I asked."I'm coming in for $500,000. It gets me half.