Celebrity Hunt

John looked around his apartment. He wrote: I own a 3 bedroom 2.5 bath townhouse in Beverly Hills. It is paid off, and all utilities have been paid in advance for 10 years. The house is furnished with antique furniture and expensive paintings all of which I like. One of the bedrooms is outfitted as a bondage room with many bondage and sex toys. John thought. He didn't know the address. My driver's license has my Beverly Hills address on it. He checked his driver's license and smiled. He kept writing. I own a British racing green fully loaded Lamgorghini Urus. It cannot be stolen or vandalized. It is paid off.

"Hmmm," John thought. He kept writing. Any single woman between the ages of 17 and 50 who hears my voice finds me very sexy. The more she hears my voice, the more compliant she becomes, and the more she wants to obey me. Any woman who kisses me will become submissive to me. When I have sex with a woman, it's the greatest sex she has ever had. I am immune to all sexually transmitted diseases, and I cannot transmit them. I cannot get a woman pregnant unless I wish it. Any woman who tastes my semen, finds it absolutely delicious.

John thought. "Oh!" No one but me can see this book, read this book, or damage this book. If I'm writing in it in public, no one notices.

John tucked the book under his arm and went outside. His new Lambroghini was waiting for him. He got in and put his Beverly Hills address in the GPS. He drove to his new townhouse. He checked out the townhouse. He was in heaven. The bondage room had stocks, a rack, a bar for hanging, chains, leather straps, paddles, shackles, gags, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, and other items.

John took the book and went to a Beverly Hills coffee shop to see if he could see any celebrities.