Chapter 7

When Ray opened his e-mail, he read Scott's message and quickly opened the attachment. After he read Brooke's bio, he smiled in satisfaction and amazement at what had been accomplished in just a few short days. He had a feeling, deep in his gut, when he met Scott and shortly after they started talking at the bar. Ray believed that the unemployed man might just hold the key to his own continued success.

Most of what Ray had told Scott wasn't true. Anne wasn't his wife, she was a married nympho that lived near Seattle and who worked for him once a month. He had said that he wasn't a computer whiz but he knew, as well as anyone, how to make the most of the Internet. The outsourcing that Scott thought Ray was arranging, except for the billing service, was really being provided by Ray himself. He didn't live in Boise, Idaho but in an exclusive suburb of Seattle. However, he did operate the business, that was much more extensive than Scott thought it was, from his impressive home.

The membership of Anne's site wasn't growing, as he had told Scott. Members, and even visitor traffic, at her site had begun to fall off. He needed a new fresh wife to fuel the flames of his fickle members and keep them coming back for more. When he saw Brooke's photos, he was certain that he had found her. Brooke, from Wichita, was perfect. After studying the photos that Scott had sent and after reading the bio she had written, he had a feeling that she just might be hotter than any other woman on the net.

He worked at a frantic pace, starting with a single contact who would arrange for the men and manage the complicated and ambitious schedule. Then, he made hotel reservations at the same Marriott; a single room in his name and a hospitality suite for three days in the fictitious name of Washington Black Businessmen's Alliance. He requested that the suite and single room not be on the same floor. Flight reservations from Wichita were made and two round trip e- tickets purchased. If the schedule worked for them, Brooke and Scott would arrive in Seattle Friday evening, in just three days.

Ray then dedicated himself to finishing the site that he had been working on since shortly after he had met Scott. The site would be named: "Brooke Balls Blacks," brookeballsblacks.com. He had wanted to do something clever with the multiple B's, but decided against it.

With the addition of the bio, and Scott and Brooke turning on of the green light, he now went to work in earnest. He was determined to make this the best site he had ever designed and managed. Arrangements were made for Brooke's site to be linked to more than a 100 other adult sites, including Anne's. By the end of the day, the fourteen photos Scott had taken and the Bio that Brooke had written would be posted all over the Internet. Within twenty-four hours, if one were to search for "Brooke," then Scott's Brooke would be at the top, or near the top, of any search result list.

By tomorrow, Ray thought, tens of thousands of men around the world will have seen Brooke naked on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder, not at the camera, but in their minds, directly at them. The same men will have seen her laying on her back with her hand between her legs. On the third finger of that hand they will see the engagement ring Scott had placed on it when she agreed to become his wife next to the simple band of gold that he had lovingly slipped on it nearly twenty years ago.

After several hours of working without a break, he leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his head and grinned in satisfaction at the results of his labors. There was nothing more that could be done until Brooke arrived in Seattle. Then he remembered that there was one more thing he must do. He typed and sent the following message:

Dear Scott:

Go to brookeballsblacks.com. Hope you like it. Also, there are tickets for you to fly to Seattle in three days. A copy of the reservations and itineraries are attached. Let me know soon if that doesn't work for you. Everything's been arranged at this end. I'll take the money for the air fare and hotel room out of the money that comes in or you can give me a check, doesn't matter to me.

Look forward to seeing you in Seattle and meeting Brooke. I'll plan on being at the curbside at SeaTac when your flight arrives. You know my car. If I'm not right there, I'll be circling. Just wait for me.

Ray

Scott opened the attachment and saw that Ray had made reservations for them on Northwest Airlines with a connection through Minneapolis. They were scheduled to depart at 2:32 on Northwest flight 5645 that would arrive in Minneapolis at 4:15. The flight from Minneapolis to Seattle, flight 161, would depart at 5:12 P.M. and arrive in Seattle at 6:52 P.M., Pacific time.

Then he typed in the URL and saw a very professionally designed home page.

Welcome to the newest and soon to be hottest site on the net. I know, I know everybody says that but this time, it's true.

Brooke's going to have a second honeymoon but her husband won't be joining her. She's as nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding night.

Underneath the headline was the picture of Brooke that he had taken on her hands and knees. Below the photo he read the following:

This site will launch on Friday with what's planned will be the hottest kick-off event to ever take place on the net.

Be there when Brooke fucks the first man, other than her husband, in her life. Watch the first black cock as it sinks into her soaking pussy.

We're not going to give you any more of the details of what's planned for her after that. You'll just have to be there and see it all for yourself. You won't be disappointed. Don't miss out. There can only be one first time with another man. Don't miss Brooke's. Sign up today.

To the left of the photo, running vertically down the page, were several colorful buttons, similar to those on Anne's and the other sites, that listed. "About me," "my photos," "my videos," "contact me," "join," "tour" and "contest." Scott clicked on the "about me" button and instantly the head and shoulders shot he had taken was displayed along with the bio she had written.

The "my photos," page had twelve photos that he had taken, arranged as thumbnails, with a reminder to click on the thumbnail to see a larger picture. He clicked on each one and saw that Ray had cleaned them up and even improved the cropping. At the bottom of the page he had added the following:

Soon, this page will be full of the photos that will be taken during Brooke's second honeymoon. Only members will be allowed to access this section. Join now.

"My videos," read:

There aren't any videos available for downloading at this time. However, within a few days, members will be able to watch and hear everything that will take place during Brooke's second honeymoon. Join now

"Contact me," was the next page that Scott clicked on. Ray had taken the liberty of writing, as if he were Brooke, the following:

Please drop me a line and tell me what you think of the site. I especially want to hear from members after they have seen the first videos and photos when they're posted. Because I'm new at this and really do want to please you, also be sure to tell me what you'd like to see in the future. I'll try my best to answer all my mail.

Ray hadn't explained how to retrieve the messages so Scott access any messages that had been received.

"Join," was exactly what Scott expected it to be.

Join before we post in the members area and save. 9.99 for a ten day trial. 19.95 for a month. 38.00 for two months. 105.00 for six months and 200.00 for a year. Those who join before posting will also have access to Brooke's Fuckathon by Webcam at no additional charge. Pay by credit card or e-check. Click here to continue.

"Tour," read:

What you can access now will become the visitor's tour after we post videos and still photos for our members.

"Contest." Scott didn't remember seeing a contest page on Anne's site or any of the others. When he clicked and read what the contest was all about he was shocked.

Hey Guys: I'm Ray, Brooke's husband's friend and the webmaster of her site. Three of you are going to be very lucky. If you'd like to get reimbursed for your membership for up to a year, just guess any of the following. Only one winner per category. First member to enter and guess correctly wins.

1.How many guys will Brooke fuck in 24 hours? Repeats don't count.

2.How big will the biggest cock be in length? (Must be fully inserted)

3.How big will the biggest cock be in width?

Click here to enter the contest.

Scott hadn't even realized that he had unzipped his pants and taken out his hard cock. He must have been stroking it because when he read about the contest he realized he was about to explode. He had to tightly squeeze his penis to avoid ejaculating and making a big mess.