Everybody's old enough, foxy enough, you're better off reading Chapter 1 first, blah blah...
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William Brody was passed out on the sofa. It's funny how, with a very little experience, you can get to recognize the difference between asleep and passed out. I felt a little heartsick because he'd been doing so well the past few weeks. I could see that he'd had enough of a snootful this time that I'd have to help him to bed; William Brody's my Dad. He works for an advertising novelty firm which is the current rung on the ladder he's working his way down.
I'm Ariel Brody and I'm not quite sure how to describe myself. I'm a high school student who's studying to get into Cornell Veterinary School. I'm also the part-time administrative assistant to Frank Wright. His thoroughbred breeding and racing operation is ranked as being in the top twenty in the country. I got the job with Frank after having been referred by David Knowles.
Now we get to the hard part; how to describe my relationship with David. To say that he's my sixty-one year-old lover would only be partially accurate. I guess you could say that he's my Sugar Daddy were it not for the fact that he doesn't give me any money. He probably will be giving me some money if I get into Cornell, though. The deal we have is that if I can get into Cornell on my own merits he'll pick up the tab for tuition and fees.
Actually, that's just part of the deal. The
whole
deal was that in return for getting me the job with Frank's
Gateway Farms
and paying my way through college and vet school I was to agree not to turn any tricks. Not that I had even the slightest desire or inclination to be a prostitute, it's just that that was how we met. He was staying at the Hyatt in D.C. and I was the hooker who was sent up to his room in response to his call. I'd only been a hooker for twenty seven hours and David was only my third customer, but that's how we met.
Dad had drunk our rent and our landlord had suggested that I could partially pay that month's rent by rendering 'other services' for him. I agreed and he became the first of my three clients. Facing the reality which I had thus created, I decided that selling myself in the Hyatt would be far more remunerative that servicing Mr. Patalounis the landlord. Hence came David; several times as I remember!
Dad's timing could have been better. Howard, David's driver, was waiting outside to take me to National Airport so I could fly to Lexington for my weekend job at Gateway. David wasn't flying down with us, but he was meeting me at the farm.
I called Howard in and between the two of us we got Dad into bed. I left him a note telling him what to eat for the weekend and left. One of the nice things about having money, or at least about David's having money, can be found in airports. If I had booked myself to Lexington Kentucky I would have had to get to the airport at least two hours before the flight, schlep my bags through painfully long lines so I could pay for the right to be abused by a staff of ignorant security paranoids who feel threatened by the steel shanks in my Sketchers and whose cumulative IQs don't add up to the numerical size of those sketchers; only to be told at the gate that even though the plane wasn't scheduled to depart for another twenty-five minutes they had a policy not to board anyone in the last thirty minutes. Have a nice day!
Howard drove me to the general aviation side of the airport, drove the Lincoln right up to David's Cessna Citation where he put my luggage and me aboard, and then put the Lincoln in the hanger the Cessna had just left. He made sure I was securely buckled in, strapped himself in too, and took off. Nobody cared if we were an hour early or late, or that my key chain ornament was one of the world's smallest switchblades at 1½ inches. Nobody asked Howard about the 9MM Beretta in his armpit for which he had carry permits in Virginia, D.C., and Kentucky. In short it was hassle free travel.
After we landed in Lexington it was my turn to drive. One of the perks of my job was the use of a loaded Hummer H2. Howard got the bags from the Cessna, threw them in the back of the car and got in the passenger side. He knew better than to try to drive. The H2 was
my
baby!
I dropped Howard off at the bungalow he always used before I headed to the clinic to check on a yearling filly with a viral infection I was very concerned about.
I was taking a break behind the clinic watching the horses in the paddocks when someone came up behind me and reached around to unbuckle my jeans. I smiled to myself. "Whoever you are, you'd better perform really well if you're going to throw me behind schedule!"
David pulled my tank top and bra over my head and started to kiss the back of my neck while his hand went into my pants.
"Not much privacy here big boy!"
"Ask me if I care."
"Just for the record, are you trying to seduce me or is this a rape?"
"You pick, and by the way; ask me if I care." I was rapidly getting to the point where I didn't care either. I unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the ground as I pulled him on top of and into me.
After we were done David hiked himself up on one elbow. "Interesting odor."
"That's because you made love to me while I was lying on top of a pile of horseshit. You're going to have to hose me down before I can get dressed.
"Well we'd better get to it if we're going to be on time for dinner."
I gathered my clothes and let David carry them as I strutted ahead of him to the wash rack on the end of the building. I knew I looked good naked. As he was hosing me down with the warm water hose we used for bathing the horses, Kathleen Wright came around the corner. She smiled at us but never broke stride. "No David, this wash rack is for horses. Horses are the
four
legged ones. Your
grandniece
only has two legs that I can see; nice ones, I might add." At the dinner where I first met the Wrights, I had been introduced to them as his grandniece.
Dinner was delightful. Frank and I went through the list of horses, comparing notes as to what course of action was advisable for each animal. David flirted with Kathleen who was wearing a scrumptious lime green translucent dress which left almost nothing to the imagination. I couldn't imagine how any of the three of us could keep our hands off that abundant figure. She stood up. "It's a beautiful evening. Cordials and desert will be served poolside everyone."
Kathleen usually allowed me one after dinner drink with the 'grown-ups' and I did have a taste for
Grand Marnier
. Frank was the only one who succumbed to a piece of
Sacher Torte
. Mostly we were just relaxing after a satisfying day. Conversation was at a minimum so it startled me when Kathleen spoke. "Well I can't take it any longer. The water just looks too tempting. Avert your eyes if you must, but I'm going in." With that she slipped out of her dress, kicked off her shoes, and having nothing left to take off, dove in.
I wanted to join her, but my gut told me that Frank would be embarrassed having a naked teenage girl in his pool. It would sort of rub his nose in David's and my affaire. So I stripped down to my underwear and dove in wearing bra and panties. I guess even that was too much for Frank as he bade everyone goodnight.
David came over to me at the edge of the pool. "I want to get up in time to watch the babies work at five thirty so I think I'll turn in too." I reached up and laced my fingers around his neck. That he was able to stand up with me hanging on him was impressive. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard and wet. I could feel his hands in my panties squeezing my ass as we kissed. I guess he figured Kathleen was okay with just about anything.
"All right if I swim for a while before I wake you up to sexually assault you?" I bit his lip.
"Sure, but we'll have to see who assaults whom!" He walked back toward the bungalow.
Kathleen had gotten out of the pool and was at the poolside bar making herself a drink. I called back toward her. "I know I've already had my evening ration, but I'd love another
GM
."
"I'm way ahead of you Ariel." She was headed back toward me with two glasses and the
GM
bottle.
I sat on one of the chaises. "I feel clammy sitting in wet underwear. Do you mind?" I took off my bra and panties.
"Strip away! I loved how you looked in the wash rack." She poured the two drinks, handed one to me and sat on the other chaise. "I know he's the most charming man I've ever met, but how did sixty-one year old David wind up with someone who's six months one side or the other of the line that defines jailbait?" She leaned toward me with her glass. "Cheers!"
I clinked glasses with her and downed my two fingers in one gulp. "We got together because he
is
charming and opposites attract?"
"Don't fish for complements." She reached for the bottle and poured for us both.
It took a few minutes for me to compose a real answer to her question and she gave them to me, apparently contemplating her glass of booze. "I guess I got lucky. My Dad and I had a severe case of the shorts, and little Miss Take Charge here decides that prostitution was the solution to our short term money problems. I got lucky because twenty seven hours into my new career my third client turned out to be David. We talked, we had sex, we talked, and then we made love. He told me I was through with hooking and I was. He told me I was going to work here weekends and I am. He told me that the addition of my experience here to my application would help get me into Cornell. I don't know if it was that which did the trick or not, but I got my acceptance letter on Thursday. I'm sure that there must be a statistic somewhere saying that the odds are about a million to one against us lasting any length of time, but we enjoy being around each other." I poured for us both.
"Cool. Who knows, maybe it'll last awhile." She turned toward me. "So this all happened the night of the dinner at the Cuthbert's when Frank and I first met you?"
"Yep. I've known David about five hours longer than I've known you."
She was back to contemplating her glass. "After a while, do you get the feeling you're I-Ving pure sugar when you drink this stuff?"
I had put the bottle down on the side of my chaise away from Kathleen, so she had to lean across me to reach it. I couldn't help myself, I squeezed her breast. She immediately flipped over so she was on her back in my lap. My hand ran up and down her body as she pulled my face down to kiss her. The kiss went on for a long time as our hands explored each other. Then she pulled away. "I guess if we expect men to follow rules, then we should too."
"I beg your pardon?"
"If you want to continue this sometime, hit on me when you haven't had a quarter bottle of
Grand Marnier
