Icarus and I opened a couple of beers and spent the next half hour catching up on small talk and the latest UEFA Champion's League results.
We had known each other for a very very long time, in fact, way back from our full time NS days when we were both Signallers.
Back in the day, he was already famous as a rich dude, and when we both went to university, he started gathering quite a sizeable crowd of "friends". But as time went by, slowly the buddies list whittled down, leaving behind only a small but close group of sincere bros.
By now Icarus had married and divorced twice already. I had not gotten married even once.
I wondered how he retained all the wealth through two divorces. Women's Charter has a way of grabbing that kind of thing. Probably a combination of pre-nups and excellent lawyers. I shuddered to think that his wealth before those two divorces might have been twice the current amount
In any case, I was distracted that night.
Distracted by that cute, slender damsel in front of me with wearing for all practical purposes an outfit thet covered just the top and almost none of the bottom.
Icarus noticed by distracted gazes at that girl who seemed perpetually obsessed with arranging and rearranging her barang barang.
"Don't worrry bro," he assured me. "More girls on the way!"
MORE GIRLS!
My goodness! Girls as good as this one???
How much money was he planning to spend that night?! 50K huh? Freaking hell!
Icarus sources his one-night stands from an escort agency which advertises online and also has many clientele through word-of-mouth. Besides providing run-of-the-mill FLs in the mid to high hundreds range -- which frankly are more suitable for dudes like myself and our gang of brothers -- this agency also provides escorts for social entertainment, events, and caters to people like Icarus who can book multiple gals overnight at one ago.