Disclaimer
: This is pure fiction. None of these events are real, nor am I saying these celebs act this way. This is purely a fantasy and should be treated as such; furthermore, minors should not read further.
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"I... I can't believe it!"
Jessica Biel was furious as she read the article. She had been married to Justin Timberlake, her long-date boyfriend, for little more than a year and there was already speculation about their relationship's end. Something about him going around her back while on a show in Brazil.
"Ugh, those than media vultures!"
Problem was, they were right.
She had heard it, as well as allegations he had been going around without the wedding ring. She had confronted Justin about it, and he had denied vehemently, saying he would sue the newspapers for defamation and all that. He promised he would go all Tom Cruise-y on them. But the rumors continued, now from other sources and places...
She knew Justin very well. She knew he had a habit of chasing after anything that wears skirts, and that it would be difficult for him to keep from straying once together. Hell, she had been the
other
woman when he had been dating another starlet before her, so it was not like she was a saint herself.
But now
she
was the one getting cheated. And she would not stand idly and let him do that.
She wouldn't give up and just split; no, it was a bump on the road but she was sure their relationship could endure. She firmly believed it was essential for a long-term relationship more than just sex, and she and Justin were friends before being lovers: they still played around, acted more like close friends than a married couple. She had forgiven his affairs in the past, but this didn't mean she wouldn't get back at him for letting it leak.
She thought of the possibilities. She didn't want to do anything that would go public, her aim was not to humiliate him; it was more of a need to heal her pride again then hurt his. Of course, she could torture him in private as part of her 'revenge', but as satisfying as that was she still needed something else.
Standing up and moving to the window, she looked at her pool. She kinda got an idea...
-
"Oh, good day Mrs. Timberlake. I thought you were travelling?"
Jessica gave a smile to the young pool boy as she let him in. "I still prefer to be called by my maid name, if you don't mind. And no, my husband went to an award ceremony but I chose to stay here. I've been feeling a bit down lately."
"Sorry to hear that, Mrs. Timb... Mrs. Biel." He quickly corrected himself. She 'rewarded' him with another smile before leading him to the backyard where the pool was.
"Well, as you can see it is nothing too troublesome. Neither Justin nor me have had the time to use it much lately so it has been a while since it was last cleaned, but the weather hasn't really been too bad. It is probably more like a routine cleanup." Jessica said, showing him the pool. He agreed. "Well, I will let you to work then."
She walked back to the house, her face in a smile, as she was sure he was still looking at her go. Not surprising, as she had noticed his surprise and excitement when she called him.
She went upstairs to her and Justin's bedroom, going to the window to look her employee over as he worked. She nodded her head in approval at first glance and then sat down as she continued to judge him.
He was good looking, young but looking like a manlier Chris Evans—which further upped her interest. After a while, because of the heat, he removed his shirt and she could see even more things she liked: while not overly sculpted or anything, he was still quite strong and well toned.
She smiled as she decided it was enough ogling from her part, and moved to her closet. She changed herself into a pair of brown bikinis and panties; they were not only rather tight-fitting, but actually brought attention to her full figure. It was pretty much the same she had used for a cover of GQ in 2007, and the color was a favorite of Justin's.
Putting a bathrobe over to 'cover' herself up, she gave a final glance through the window before going down again. Stepping out to the backyard, she pretended not to notice his surprised staring.
"How is it going?" Jessica asked, getting close to the pool.
"As you said, Mrs. Biel, it isn't too troublesome. Won't take much longer."
"That is good to hear." Jessica moved to one of the pool chairs, undoing her robe's knot. "Do you mind if I lay down here, sunbathe a little?"
The pool boy turned, and his words got caught in his throat as he saw her take her robe off. Her breasts, even hidden by a tight bikini, were still mouth-watering; it helped that her bikini top still left quite a bit in the open. Even when his attention managed to pass by her breasts, he still marveled at her athletic, slim body and her perfect, PERFECT ass.
Jessica smiled as she had her back to him, knowing he was ogling her. "So, can I stay or would you prefer I leave you alone to your work?"
"NO!... I-I mean... It is your house, M-Mrs. Biel, you don't need to ask me..." He rapidly recovered.
"Why, thank you." She turned to him, giving him a smile—and a nice view of her chest—before putting on a pair of sunglasses and lying down on the pool chair.
After a while, as if expecting her to shout a 'got you!' or 'just kidding!' and leave, he eventually came to terms that the goddess was going to stay there and decided to go back to work. It was... distracting, to say the least. Meanwhile, under the guise of her sunglasses, Jessica Biel kept checking him out. He was definitely handsome and quite lean; clearly he didn't overdo his working out, which she was glad. She really liked what she saw.
This kept on for almost an hour, as he kept working while trying to avoid ogling her—or at least doing so as discreetly as possible—while she enjoyed his attention and rewarded with her own—hidden—eyes. Eventually she decided enough was enough.
She herself was tired of this kind of teasing, and the poor boy was probably even worse.
"You think it will take much longer?"
