My coworker, Kevin Walter, invited me to join a private messaging chat group of rich women.

There are plenty of perks, such as the 300-dollar cash gift he claimed right in front of me.

I joined the group out of curiosity and got to know a wealthy woman named Ms. White.

After some time together, she invited me on a vacation to a famous tourist city near the country's border.

Little did I know, I was close enough to being dragged into a dangerous area abroad to become a live organ donor.

Kevin Walter, my coworker, asked me if I wanted to make some serious money.

Of course, I did!

A stunning new hire named Talitha Brown recently joined our company recently. Being fresh out of college, she caught everyone's eye. I was smitten the moment I saw her, promising myself to win her over.

However, my confidence was tanked as I saw her luxury car worth over 60,000 dollars.

She was clearly out of my league, while I was just a broke nobody. I felt unworthy and could not muster the courage to pursue her.

So, I was desperate when Kevin asked if I wanted to make money.

"Where? Show me how!" I said.

If I could make it big, maybe I would have the courage to chase after the woman of my dreams.

Kevin laughed.

"Relax. I've got a group full of rich women. I'll add you to their chat. If you hit it off with one of them, you'll never have to worry about money ever again."

He sent me the group invite and said, "Click this link to join. It's not too crowded yet, so you'd better hurry."

"Come on, man. You're not messing with me, are you? I've seen these groups before. They're just spammy junk."

"Trust me, this one's legit." Kevin opened the chat and showed me.

A user named 'Celia White' had just sent a link to the group. Kevin tapped it, and bam—300 dollars cash gift!

"See? I wasn't lying. Hurry up and join; there's more!" he urged.

I could not resist; I clicked the link and joined the group.

As soon as I entered, a flurry of welcome messages popped up. Then, Celia sent another link. When I opened it, I received a cash gift of 750 dollars.

That was my week's pay!

I was ecstatic. I had only joined the group for three seconds, and I had already made more than I had all week.

Kevin, noticing my excitement, chuckled, "If you really want to make bank, you've got to meet these rich women privately."

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, secret dates," Kevin explained with a sly grin.

"And let me tell you, these ladies are usually… let's just say, very thirsty. If someone like you shows up, they'll drain you alive.

"I met one named 'Rose' a few days ago. She's older, but still charming. She gave me 3,000 dollars for just one date."

I was stunned; that was almost a month's salary for me.

No wonder Kevin had been spending so freely lately; he had found his golden goose.

"You're young and fit. This is your time to cash in. Trust me, you'll earn way more than I do."

Hearing that, I could not help but be tempted.

After work, I treated Kevin to dinner to thank him for introducing me to such an opportunity. I drank a little too much and stumbled home, ready to collapse into bed.

As soon as I lay down, my phone buzzed.

A friend request popped up. It was from Celia, the woman who gifted me a cash gift this morning. I accepted immediately as my heart raced.

I remembered Kevin's story about Rose giving him 3,000 dollars. I wondered how much Celia would give me if she was into me.

She was probably feeling lonely in the middle of the night, just like Kevin said.

Before chatting, I skimmed through her profile. She looked at least ten years older than me, but her photos had a certain allure.

She liked to wear silky white loungewear, showing off her long, fair legs. She definitely looked like one of the mature and wealthy ladies.

I quickly introduced myself and mentioned my hobbies. I got her attention when I mentioned I liked to work out.

"Do you have an eight-pack?" she asked.

"Of course! I can show you," I replied confidently.

I snapped a quick picture of my abs and sent it over.

I had already worked my way up to an eight-pack back in college. After graduation, I did not have much time to keep up the routine, but the abs were still there. Honestly, they were the only thing I felt confident showing off.

When I sent my picture to Celia, there was a long silence. I started to worry that she was unimpressed.

"Ms. White?" I called out nervously. I didn't want this opportunity to slip away so easily.

"Oh, I'm here," she replied, her voice slightly dreamy.

"I was just admiring your abs.

"Let's meet up if you're free, Sven. I'd love to see you in person."

I was thrilled by her suggestions. I had heard from Kevin that meeting those rich women could earn you tens of thousands, just in tips.

I agreed immediately, and we set the date for the weekend. My heart swelled with excitement as I imagined the possibilities of getting rich.

Celia chuckled lightly, and added, "I can't wait to see you in person, Sven."

I could not wait either.

Later, she sent me a photo of herself. She was lying on a bed with a red silk nightgown, leaning slightly on one arm. The silky fabric barely covered anything, and her legs were posted in an allure position.

The sight was intoxicating. The alcohol I had been drinking earlier seemed to turn into heat coursing through my veins, making my head spin. My thoughts cleared up in an instant, and all I could think about was being by her side, devouring her with my eyes—and maybe more.

I was so excited and could not sleep that night. If everything went well, I might no longer be a loser and I would even have the confidence to pursue Talitha.

The idea made me grin like an idiot.

I was groggy and unfocused the next day at work. I could not wait to tell Kevin what happened when I ran into him.

"You lucky dog!" he exclaimed, giving my shoulder a playful slap.

"Do you know how many times I tried to meet Ms. White? She always turned me down, but you managed to win her over!"

His words made me feel even prouder.

"Thanks to you, Kelvin. I couldn't have done it without you," I grinned.

"Just don't forget me when you start making bank," he joked.

"Of course not!" I replied with a laugh.

Finally, the weekend arrived. Celia sent me her address, and I realized she lived in the same city, just about 12 miles away. I grabbed a cab and was there in no time.

Her place was in a quiet, secluded area—a massive villa surrounded by lush greenery. The environment was peaceful and perfect for someone who could afford to live in luxury. I could not help but feel a pang of envy. Compared to her, I was just struggling to make ends meet.

I was stunned when I stepped inside. The interior was lavishly decorated, with every detail oozing wealth and taste. Despite the size of the house, it seemed she lived alone, which probably explained why she felt lonely. I could not blame her. If I lived here by myself, I would feel the same.

Celia greeted me in a white, sheer nightgown that barely concealed anything. Her small, delicate feet padded softly across the floor, and she looked at me with a mix of excitement and hunger.

"Ms. White," I greeted her softly.

"Shh," she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips. She walked up to me slowly, her gaze intense, like she had not seen a man in years.

"Show me your eight-pack," she said, tugging at my shirt without waiting for an answer. Her hand slipped underneath, her fingers trailing over my abs.