Men are from mars (mutual)

Chapter 1 - meeting kate

Just try it", she whispered. "I know you'll love it".
These words word the start of a journey in to a lifestyle I barely knew existed before I met her.
I'd seen gonzo documentaries and the usual clip from sensationalist chat shows but to experience it first-hand explains it all: The primal urge that rests within so many of us was unlocked in me that night.

Her.
Five weeks prior, I had been working on a trading desk at one of the largest hedge funds in the country - Mars Capital. I was wealthy enough to quit and live a normal life, but the greed that had set in following my first bonus meant the world was not enough. From the desk to the club four nights a week, my routine was that of banker stereotype. Poor boy done good, picked from a market and made in to a trader. I had looks, a nice apartment, a country home and enough cash passing through my account to live a life of excess. But it wasn't enough.
I'd never been overly interested in the girls that I came across. Sure, I'd had girlfriends, but each relationship was best described as vanilla. Until her.
Her: Kate, She was very different. I'd noticed her in the office. How could I not. She worked for one of our larger clients, and mirroring the client's portfolio size, she was large. Considerably larger than anyone I'd seen of her age. At least in London.
Her physique was alien to me. Alluring from the offset, voluptuous, exaggerated. Her face as thin as a size 6 girl rested on top of over 280lbs of well-dressed perfection. I caught her gaze as I passed her in the lobby. I was hooked. Never before had I felt a stirring like this. She was beautiful. No, to me she was Beauty.
I couldn't approach her, through fear, stigma and legal obligations. So when she left the office to go to lunch with our manager, I assumed that I'd have to wait till the next time she visited to glimpse her beauty again.
The weekend came and it was time to let off some steam. After a few warm up drinks with my team I broke off and headed to one of my regular clubs. I was on my second cocktail when I spotted her.
She was seated at a table with two other guys and some of the usual champagne whores mulling around their bottle. Her hair was down, her makeup on, highlighting her almond eyes and sumptuous lips. Her body draped in a tight black dress, her heavy arms were adorned with bronze and gold bracelets and a Patek. She looked confident but bored, chin high, slowly scanning the room.
Emboldened by the liquor I began my advance toward her table. I had no idea what I expected to do or say. I just had to be closer to her. Less than ten feet away from her table our eyes locked. A smile crept across her face and I raised my glass to acknowledge her. Instead of standing up she gestured for me to come over by tapping the space next to her. Approaching the table and I stood in front of her. Up close she was more entrancing than my memory recalled.