Player’s Trick Book_(10)

Jeremy’s story continues on… read chapter 1



Jeremy strolled in to his office building, casually greeting his staff one by one. His appearance more or less a formality as this company was his solely. He was the creator and founder of Playa Industries. His start as a womanizer led him to incorporate his flair for writing in with his keen sense of business. He started writing self-help books for guys looking to “get the girl”. His play boy life style often flaunted in the pages making those who read even more of believers in the Playa’s handbook. He brought others in to the gimmick such as having personal trainers write books on the perfect work out routines to make the body ladies want, books on how to cook meals the ladies love, to dress in the right style, how to groom and the likes.

As easy as it was for him to bag women, he bagged his niche and rode it to the top with quick success, being a fast talker he haggled, bargained, conned, seduced and screwed his way to the top. He reached out in to opening companies to hold motivational speaking seminars, opened up Adonis Gym one by one (heavily appealed in his books), he even started opening night clubs with lewd names such as Club Nailed, Club Eros, and even as far as Club Fuzzy Cuffs all to incorporate the image of the ideal sex image life style obtained by going through his brand. His company boomed spawning many smaller companies and ventures out of it. Forbes magazine, GQ, Wall Street Journal all foamed at the mouth to sit down and learn this man’s story.

He walked to his corner office and noticed his secretary was wearing a low cut bright blue blouse with a hint of her white bra showing through the cleavage, and a knee high grey skirt with a slit that sadly came to stop mid-thigh. Jeremy arched his eyebrow wondering what secrets that cloth hid. Both eye brows rose when he looked at the clock and realized he was not due for his meeting for another twenty minutes.

“Jenny dear, follow me to my office.” He calmly said in passing as he walked by her desk. She immediately hopped up eager to follow her bosses command. Only professional… only professional she repeated to herself. She was not one who liked to mix pleasure with business. Even though he seemed to blur the line for her when convenient. Something she had a love/hate relationship with. She enjoyed the attention but at times felt cheap for it knowing she wasn’t a source of affection for him.

“Jenny, grab a seat over here.” He said as he gestured with his hand to the chair in front of him as he leaned against his massive desk.