Post by Tyler Durnham on Feb 14, 2010 14:41:59 GMT -5
For most people, having a harem of beautiful, sexy, irresistible women who just so happened to find you gorgeous, sexy and irresistible, and who couldn’t get enough of you, who really couldn’t get enough of you, would be tiring to say the least. But Tyler wasn’t most people, and he loved every minute of every day. Why wouldn’t he, he was rich, powerful, undeniably handsome, had a whole company of people dedicated to making him even more rich and powerful. Oh, also there was that little matter of the mansion he owned and shared with his bevy of women, all of who were extremely happy with the arrangement. He was basically a younger, hotter version of Hugh Hefner. And he loved it.
His women varied widely, but it suited Tyler perfectly. He took a stroll down the east wing of his mansion, the girls’ wing as they dubbed it, walking past each labelled doorway, signalling the rooms of each of his ladies. Aly, Bree, Sloane, Sarissa, Melodee, Sandy, Natalie, Maggy. Each was different, but each woman gave him something he needed.
Looking at each door as he passed, he wondered just who he should visit. First, anyway. After all, it was a beautiful Monday morning, and it wasn’t like he had to do anything boring or dull, like go to work, he had people to do that chore for him, make him even more millions. All so he could spend all his focus and time on his women. Every minute of every day.
After pacing the hallway a few times, Tyler stopped at one door as he grinned to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that more mornings than not, this was the door that he first went to, the girl who called it her bedroom the one he spent with the most time with. Knocking lightly on the wood, he started to whistle to himself as he entered.
He loved being Tyler Durnham. And women loved Tyler Durnham.
His women varied widely, but it suited Tyler perfectly. He took a stroll down the east wing of his mansion, the girls’ wing as they dubbed it, walking past each labelled doorway, signalling the rooms of each of his ladies. Aly, Bree, Sloane, Sarissa, Melodee, Sandy, Natalie, Maggy. Each was different, but each woman gave him something he needed.
Looking at each door as he passed, he wondered just who he should visit. First, anyway. After all, it was a beautiful Monday morning, and it wasn’t like he had to do anything boring or dull, like go to work, he had people to do that chore for him, make him even more millions. All so he could spend all his focus and time on his women. Every minute of every day.
After pacing the hallway a few times, Tyler stopped at one door as he grinned to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that more mornings than not, this was the door that he first went to, the girl who called it her bedroom the one he spent with the most time with. Knocking lightly on the wood, he started to whistle to himself as he entered.
He loved being Tyler Durnham. And women loved Tyler Durnham.
