This is the third chapter of an eight chapter story. I recommend starting with chapter one.
While the first few chapters could easily be categorised differently - erotic couplings - I put them into Romance because of the over-all theme. It will become more romantic in later chapters.
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Ch. 03: It gets ugly with Mia
The following work week went by faster than I liked. A while ago I had ordered a head-hunter to find me a head of human resources as my current employees in the department were not up for the management job. I had discussed this with both and neither was interested in the added responsibility. With the company continuing to grow fast, Helen had convinced me a few weeks ago that I needed to delegate more of the administrative tasks to be able to focus on the customers. A few years ago I had brought in an accountant, Charles, who by now worked as my CFO and was responsible for the accounting and the controlling and I had hired a lawyer, Paula, to handle the legal stuff. Now it was time to find somebody to take the implementation of the HR strategy out of my hands. Most of the week was spent conducting the interviews together with Helen. By Friday afternoon we had jointly decided on a rather young woman, Sandra, with little experience but loads of energy. While I had some reservations about her, Helen convinced me that she was right for the job. I only made sure that it was not an attempt to set me up with 'dating-material' what Helen swore was not the case. She shared my recently enforced views that private and business should never be mixed.
On Saturday I was invited for a lunch by Andrea, my sister-in-law, at her place.
After the four of us had eaten our lunch in the yard by the pool, Diana had three of her friends coming over to hang out. They donned their bikinis and moved to the other side of the pool to be as far from us boring adults as possible.
While I was updating Andrea in the business, she had inherited my brother's twenty-five percent stake but didn't actively take part in it, Pat had gone upstairs to his room. After an hour he came back down and spoke to his mother.
"Mum, I'm heading over to Ted. Is that ok?"
"Yes, Pat. Sure. Are you back for dinner?"
"I don't know yet. Can I call you later?"
"Don't forget it. Have fun and say hi from me to his Mum."
Andrea and I continued to chat when, surprisingly, Pat came back out with a pitcher of Iced Tea and four glasses. He walked straight past us and over to the girls.
"Pat, what are you doing here? Get lost!" Diana complained.
"Take it easy, Sis. I saw that you had nothing to drink and thought I'd bring you something. But I can take it back to the kitchen if you don't want it," he replied calmly yet friendly while feinting a turn to carry the beverages back.
"No, I'm sorry. Thanks."
He put the tray down and turned to leave while the girls looked at each other and giggled. I saw how he concentrated on not ogling the girls. For an eighteen year old that was quite a feat, because even though the girls were just sixteen, their bodies were developing rapidly and nicely.
I smiled at the situation while Andrea next to me looked totally surprised.
"He has been behaving strangely in the last few days."
"Strange? In which ways?"
"You just saw that? He was actually nice and friendly and even remained calm when Diana was nasty."
"He's growing up. Maybe he's matured a bit?"
"What do you know?"
"About what?" I feigned ignorance.
"Don't bullshit me. I've known you for almost twenty years and I can read you almost as well as I could read your brother. You are withholding something," she insisted, obviously having connected some of the dots already.
"You know I'm simultaneously his confidant, his bro and kind of his surrogate father. He asks me about the things he needs to know which he cannot discuss with his mother. I will never infringe the implied bro-code, therefore my reply remains unchanged: I have no idea what you are talking about."
"What have you promised him if he behaves?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I have not promised him anything for anything."
"You either spill it now or I will send every unattached woman I know in your direction," she threatened half-heartedly. We both knew she'd never do that but it was her way to tell me she really wanted to know, it was her 'all-in' to use a poker expression.
"But you must promise to not tell anybody: Not your friends, not your parents, not Diana and not anybody else. And you will not take advantage of the knowledge."
She reflected on my conditions, "How could I promise something like this?"
"No promise, no info."
"Ok. I promise. But now spill it," she demanded with an eager expression on her face.
I then proceeded to tell her the story of the Saturday afternoon even mentioning Claire on a side-note.
"So you're using sex to manipulate your nephew?"
"You make it sound dirty. I'm just applying scientifically tested and proven methods. Come on! He's eighteen, he's testosterone with feet, a walking hormone. At that age, boys, or rather young men, care about two things. Food and getting laid. Just wait until Diana gains another year or two. Remember when you were eighteen?"
"I'd rather forget. If she becomes anything like I was..."
She didn't finish the sentence. I had heard the stories and hadn't forgotten that Pat was conceived unplanned.
"And in return for that, in fact, very good advice for Pat, here is a warning from me. Be very careful with Claire. They should use her picture to illustrate the meaning of 'cougar' in an encyclopaedia. She'll eat you alive if she is given a chance."
"Tell me something I don't know yet," I muttered more to myself than in reply to Andrea.
"Marc! You haven't..."
"I have nothing to say on the matter. The case is closed," I ended the topic overly dramatically that caused Sandra to burst out laughing.
I left them in the late afternoon to go to the fitness studio and after a good session there I went home to change. I had agreed to go on a clubbing night with Paul and his wife after ensuring that I would not be set up on a blind date.
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We met for a dinner at an Italian restaurant and, after a delicious dinner with a good accompanying wine, proceeded to go to the same club, Pat and I had visited two weeks ago. As I was not on a mission this time around, I spent some time on the dancefloor. We had been around and dancing for only a short time when I spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Melissa, the girl I had turned down twice was there dancing. I approached her and tapped her shoulder. She gave me a sinister stare and I backed off a step.
She took me by the elbow and led me off the dance floor.
"Why didn't you call?"
"I told you I was busy. It was a spur of the moment decision to come here," I replied defensively.
"Too busy to call and tell me you'd be here tonight? That would have taken something like two minutes!"
"That's true. I'm sorry, I should have called."
"Yes, you should. Please leave me alone tonight, I'm on a date," and with that, she left me standing.
Not being the one to interfere I returned to our table. Just as I sat down I saw a man approach Melissa and out of nowhere, I felt a pang of jealousy. To take my mind of her I went to the bar to order a fresh beer. After having chatted for a while, a petite Asian woman came up to our table and greeted Paul. It turned out that she was one of his regulars in the studio and a loosely attached friend of both him and Trisha. We invited her to our table and spent the rest of the evening together.
It didn't take long for Mia to skitter closer to me. She laughed more about my jokes than they deserved, searched contact with her hands more often than normal and it soon became clear that she was actively flirting with me. Most likely because of the alcohol I had drunk I went along and shortly after we were on the dance floor where she quickly started to not only flirt with me but made every effort to seduce me. It was a totally unnecessary effort, though, as my clouded mind had already decided that I would take her to bed if she was willing. She was after all a beautiful woman, petite, trim and fit. She had straight black hair which reached down to the middle of her back, expressive brown oriental eyes and either big A cup or small B cup breast.
With the clock nearing three am we decided to end the night at the club. With a short 'Is my place ok?' we decided to spend the rest of the night together. As both of us had come with our respective friends we took a cab. The driver was given quite a show as she climbed on my lap as soon as she had given her address. It was only a short drive but she drove me almost insane with her grinding. I could only retaliate by kneading her butt cheeks but it turned out to be sufficient as the wet spot she left on the front my pants proved.
I paid the cab and left a generous tip as she pulled me towards the entrance of the building. She fished the keys out of her bag while I gave my best to distract her by teasing her neck with my lips and intently kneading her boobs through the fabric of her blouse and bra. She had just managed to unlock the door when I slid my hands under the blouse and opened her bra with a flick of my fingers.
She groaned and grabbed me by the belt and pulled me to the elevator. Fortunately, the cabin was already here and we reached her apartment on the third floor quickly or I might have been naked before we reached it. As soon as she had closed the door she really unleashed the tigress in her.
She jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and attacked my mouth with hers in a sloppy and wet kiss. I supported her weight - an estimated 100 pounds distributed over her 5 feet - with one arm while I used the other to unbutton her blouse.
It obviously took her too much time as she leant back a bit, trusting me to support her changing balance, and tore it open, sending the button flying away. I grabbed her bra with my free hand and pulled it upwards, removing it at the same time as the remains of the blouse.
