I date Kurt, a brash Goldman Sachs Hedge Fund manager.

"April, I'm not ready!"

She and I are in a limousine, heading towards the restaurant where I will meet Kurt Masterson, the Goldman Sachs hedge fund manager she has set me up with.

"Jennifer, of course you're ready. Didn't you say you wanted to get married? That, in fact, you have to get married within {marriage_weeks} weeks?"

"yes..."

"Well then, time's a wasting!"

"But I've never been on a date with a man before..." you whine.

April rolls her eyes. She's heard this from you before.

"We're here," she says.

You are dressed in a gorgeous red cocktail dress, looking exceptionally elegant. You are, of course, blinged-out with dangling earrings, rings, and a gold diamond tennis bracelet. You have on glamour makeup. You recently got lip injections so your lips are looking exceptionally puffy and fuckable.

You look like sex on a plate.

April points him out in the bar, and you walk over.

"Hey handsome," you say, tapping on his shoulder. You were coached by April on what to say.

Kurt looks up from his drink and casts an eye on you, from top to bottom. He's handsome in a business-man-white-guy-with-good-hair sort of way. Fairly fit and about 10 years older than you.

"Oh yeah," he says. "Now that's what I'm looking for." He looks over to April and raises her drink to her.

Suddenly, you flash back to the dream you had. You were wearing a red dress, just like this, in a classy, upscale bar, standing in front of a confident man who looks at you with lust, just like Kurt. It's as if the dream was more than a dream, but a prediction of the future, putting you right here, with Kurt, in this position. You breath heavily, your breasts heaving as you look Kurt in the eye.

"What are you thinking?" he asks. It is the exact right question.

You swallow hard. So taken are you with that memory of your dream that you answer him directly with the absolute truth.

"I am thinking about dropping to my knees, taking out your cock and giving you a blow job, right here," you say, unable to stop yourself.

Kurt chuckles.

"April said you were the right girl for me."

You see him actually consider it, telling you to drop to your knees. But ultimately, he thinks better of it. "Shall we get some dinner?"

Kurt clearly has a high opinion of himself. What follows is more like a job interview than a date.

"Before I waste a lot of time with the wrong woman," he says, "I want to get a few things straight, okay?"

"Okay," you agree. "I don't want to waste any time either." After all, you only have {marriage_weeks} weeks left to get married!

"Excellent. Now I need to get my rocks off a lot. At least once a day. Can you handle that?"

Oh god. Why is the thought of being this man's sex **** getting you so hot.

"Yes," you say, your voice a throaty whisper.

"Ha ha, a slut. I love it," he says. Hearing him call you a slut causes you to squirm with pleasure, which then causes you to blush with embarrassment.

"And you blush pretty too," he observes. "My ex, she was always like, 'I'm too tired', or 'We just did it this morning,' or 'Not in my parent's bedroom'. I don't want you to ever say any of those things. I want my future wife to always say 'yes', no matter what. Can you do that?"

Oh god, you are so horny you are hyperventilating.

"Yes," you say. "Oh, yes."

"And, if we ever get married, April says you're hot to get married, we'll have to sign a pre-nup. What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine. Okay?"

"Sure," you say, thinking that perhaps he doesn't know what he's giving up. You wonder how this affects his potential future inheritance from the Hewitt estate, but decide that's a problem for a later date. Pre-nups can always be amended, after all.

"Also, I want the final say. My ex was always endlessly fighting me about decisions around the house. You can't have a marriage without someone having the final say, and that right I'm reserving for myself. April said you were submissive and you'd be okay with that."

"I am {I am submissive}% submissive," you admit. "So yes, I'm okay with that."

You feel yourself sink further and further into sub-space with this man.

Kurt is really enjoying himself. No woman has ever agreed to everything like this before!

"Now, I'm okay with you being trans. It makes me hot, actually, to know you used to be a man. But you need to get bottom surgery, if you haven't already. I need a woman who is 100% woman. Do you already have lady parts, you know, down there? True or false?"

"True or false, I have lady parts down there?" you ask. You should be a bit put out by his language, but your horniness overrides your reason. "The answer is {bottom_surgery}."

"You realize that you must have lady parts before we be together," Kurt says.

"Yes."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes, I am," you say.

"Excellent."

Kurt thinks for a while, and decides to press his advantage.

"Finally, I'll need to have sex with other women once in a while, and I need you to be OK with that," he says. "You know, real women."

"You WHAT??" you shout, shocked. Other people turn to look at you.

Kurt smirks. He's finally found your level, and being at Goldman Sachs, it's not about getting what you want, anyone can do that. No, it's always about pushing your adversary beyond their limits. Making them suffer and admit defeat. That's what negotiating means for a Goldman Man.

"You heard me," he says, nonchalantly. "I want to have sex with other women. Of course, you'll be the one I'm married to, but I'll get to have sex elsewhere. It's not like it's uncommon, you know, throughout history."

"So you want an open marriage? I get to have sex with other men?"

"Oh, hell no. You have to stay faithful. I'm the only man you can sleep with! I can be pretty jealous, so I wouldn't go testing those boundaries. No, I'm a man, and I need to sometimes satisfy myself with other women. It's just sex. But you're a woman, and all you need is me. That's just the natural order of the world. So, are you agreed?"

He sits back, smirking.