Page 20 of Daddy's Bad Girl
“Goddamn. And there’s no money in medicine either.”
“Hey, what are you saying?” Emma protests with a smile. “There’s good money in my field! Maybe not like what you have, but doctors can make a nice living for themselves. We can even support families,” she adds.
“Yeah, sorry,” I grunt. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were poor, or anything like that. Not that there’s anything wrong with being poor because that’s just how some sectors are. For example, if you worked for a non-profit, you’d never get rich, and that’s a lifestyle choice those folks make.”
“Yes, and they sacrifice a lot in order to improve others’ lives,” Emma says in a serious tone. “I find that really inspiring.”
“Me too, but that life’s not for me,” I say in a light tone. “I’m too much of a jackass, and I like money too much as well. Give me my creature comforts, and I’ll be a happy man. But again, back to you, sweetheart. Why are the other pre-med kids so fucking awful? I’d think they’d need basic social skills to be a doctor, so that bodes ill for their futures.”
“Yes, definitely,” Emma acknowledges with a smile. “But a lot of these folks aren’t even looking to work with patients.”
I stare at her, nonplussed.
”Really?”
“Yeah, some of them have their eyes focused on research, and so being congenial and having social skills isn’t so crucial. There’s a little more leeway when you work in a lab among colleagues, as opposed to seeing patients.”
“Right, and we talked about this before,” I growl. “Sorry, I forgot. There are physicians who don’t see sick people.”
“Yes, exactly,” Emma responds with a smile. “Just think of Anthony Fauci, or the Surgeon General. They’re both doctors, but they don’t necessarily see patients. Instead, they’re in public health, and their contribution is much valued. But what about you, Logan?” she asks quickly. “You know so much about me and what I do outside of the club, which I hardly ever discuss, actually. Fair is fair. Now, you need to share about your private life,” Emma says with an inviting smile.
I pause because I understand what she’s saying. Club Z exists in a universe of its own, and it’s very common for patrons to keep their personal business separate. Hell, some of the billionaire assholes I see at the bar have wives at home, but you wouldn’t know it from the way they act. I guess that’s the point, and why they pay the high fees – for the discretion, freedom, and utter assholery they engage in.
But I have nothing to hide, and so I shrug and grin.
“I’m Logan Blackshaw. Would it be arrogant if I said, ‘google me’?”
Fortunately, Emma has a sense of humor and giggles, making her big breasts shake.
“It would be rude!” she laughs. “We’ve been together for a month now. But I’ll be sure to give you a good google once you’re out of sight,” she teases.
I smile because actually, we’re in my bedroom at the moment. I have a naked girl on my mattress, her big breasts just visible beneath the white sheet and I definitely don’t want her to get on the computer. Hell, I don’t want this woman to spend time on-line looking me up when I’m right here, with all the answers. So I decide to provide a quick summary of my life.
“I’m a crypto guy,” I say. “But one of the good ones, I promise. I help people recover lost crypto because there’s so much goddamn theft in the community.”
Emma’s blue eyes go wide.
“Are you serious?”
I nod.
“Yeah, unfortunately. It’s the nature of the business. Crypto is still relatively undeveloped as a product, and as a marketplace too. Add to that the fact that it’s anonymous, and transfers of crypto can’t be undone. As a result, people will do anything to steal crypto from other peoples’ wallets because it can be difficult to trace, and difficult to ID thieves too.”
Emma thinks for a moment before cocking her head to the side.
“But I thought all crypto transactions are recorded on the blockchain,” she says. “So isn’t that where to look?”
I’m impressed because obviously, this gorgeous blonde isn’t an airhead. She’s an intelligent and well-read young woman, and I nod seriously in reply.
“Yes, every transaction is recorded on the blockchain and that’s often where we start the search. But a lot of thieves work at light-speed. They steal tokens and then immediately try to launder them through questionable exchanges, mixers, and pass-through wallets, which also mask their true identities. It’s like chasing a ghost sometimes because this shit can be hard to follow, and the blockchain is just the starting point.”
Emma looks astonished.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Well, I’m glad that I’m paid via direct deposit because crypto sounds like a sketchy business.”
“It can be,” I say in a deep voice. “But again, I’m not one of the bad guys. I help victims get their money back, and I’m paid well for my skills.”
The beautiful blonde nods again, and seems ready to ask more questions, but I decide to head her off because while I appreciate her intellect, there’s other shit to do, such as licking her wet cunt or suckling at a big breast. I want to know everything about Emma, and honestly, the crypto shit bores me sometimes. Yeah, my own business bores me, which is an ill omen, but what the fuck. Still, I want to bring the conversation back around, so I take Emma’s small hand in my own.
