This chapter is a bit of a prequel and builds on characters first introduced in Chapters 1. Nick, the original Lord, tells about his first interaction with Mandy. If you enjoy this story, please be kind and rate it after reading! Thanks!
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The first time I had ever heard Mandy Hall's name was from my old friend Gayle Pearson. Gayle and I had grown up together, graduated Mountain Vista the same year and then went on to the same local private liberal arts college founded by her great-great grandfather. Although we ran in some of the same circles in high school and college, my family lived on the other side of the tracks from hers, so to speak. I grew up very middle class so it's not like we were poor or anything, but Gayle's family might as well have been from another planet compared to mine.
I knew Gayle was fortunate enough to have been benefited from the sperm donors of the wealthy Philadelphia Penfield family, whose lineage could be traced back to the pre-Revolutionary War era. The story goes that after the Civil War, the Penfield's eldest son Elijah, couldn't quite find his way after serving in the Union Army (he probably partied his ass off) so he headed West, picked up some old mining claims, then hit it big during the Gold Rush days. As the millions poured in, the rough and tumble little camp that housed his miners, saloonkeepers and whores soon grew into a small Western town that became the city where we live today.
Gayle and I have been best friends since we were in grade school - more like brother and sister than anything else. She has always been very beautiful, tall compared to most girls and a lot of guys, which can be very intimidating for them. Standing about 5' 10" with the tight, slender body of the ballerina she used to be, she's worn her dirty blond hair short to her shoulders for as long as I can remember. She has smallish tits that have always seemed to fit her frame as she grew, and a tight little ass that I have often fantasized about licking and fucking.
Beneath her beauty, her flawless engaging smile and her sparkling blue eyes, was a tough as nails core, forged and strengthened through generations of struggles and triumph. Always friendly and enchanting, as she grew older she became more decisive and determined in her manner, which I assume was the influence of her mother - matriarch of the Penfield clan.
So long story short, Gayle ended up marrying one of our college classmates, a good-looking guy named Wiley Pearson. They started out as fuck buddies, then dated and after graduation, got married in what was touted as the wedding of the decade, no century, around here. Wiley was a finance guy who became extremely successful managing the assets and investment portfolios of high net worth people, most of whom were steered his way courtesy of the Penfields.
They never bothered to have children and I watched as they rode the coattails of Gayle's family name to their own place of prominence on the society pages where she is officially referred to as one Mrs. Abigail Jackson Penfield-Pearson. To me, she's just Gaylie, the name I've called her since we were kids.
As for me, I ended up marrying my girlfriend Mitzi the same summer that Gayle and Wiley got hitched. It was Gayle who actually introduced me to Mitzi who was her hair stylist at the time. Mitzi was a few years older than me and turned out to be the insatiable slut I had only prayed for and dreamt about for the first 21 years of my life. A cute little vixen, she stood about 5' 5", had modest breasts with perma-erect nipples and she was always in the mood for sex.
When Mitzi went down on me in the drive-thru lane of a fast-food restaurant and swallowed my load of special sauce, I knew I had found true love. So, after six months of nonstop sex, I decided to make her my wife. The only problem is that she was dumber than a box of rocks and I had fallen in love with the lust.
We moved into a modest little home down the hill from the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Pearson, popped out a couple of kids and I started my own little company writing custom software. Somewhere around that time, the sex with Mitzi became less frequent, something she blamed on the long hours I spent building my business. We both knew it was something else entirely. My big break came when Wiley hired us to develop a software program to help him manage his business. It was so successful that he invested in our firm and the business was able to take off from there.
The ringtone of the incoming call on my phone told me all I needed to know about who was calling without having to look at the screen.
"Gaylie! How are you my friend?" I answered.
"Hey stud, I'm well. How about you?" she replied in her usual understated, yet sultry tone.
"Buried as usual here, trying to get a couple of projects out the door."
"Well, I'm sure you'll get it done - you always do. Listen, Nick, I have a little favor I'd like to ask of you."
When I heard this, I almost laughed because with Gayle, her asking for a favor was never really a request. We both knew that whatever it was that she wanted, I was expected to deliver. But I really didn't mind since she has been very good to me over the years and besides, we were still best of friends.
"Ask away Gaylie."
"There's this young lady, the daughter of a very good friend of mine...if it's no problem, I'd like for you to see if we can get her a job at the club this summer. It would really mean a lot to me. I know you can make this happen...after all, you're Lord of the Lifeguards!" she added with a laugh.
I always cringe when she calls me that. She coined the term and gave me the title a couple of years ago and uses it every time she wants one of her chosen ones to get hired at the swim club. Although technically I'm only on the board of directors, for whatever the reason she likes to bypass the worthless pool manager and come directly to me. I always thought these requests seemed pretty pedestrian for her to be making, but Gayle always had her reasons so there was no reason for me to question anything now.
"No problemo...I can do that for you. What's her name?"
"Her name is Mandy Hall and she'll be a freshman at State next Fall. If it's okay with you, I'll just have her ring your mobile and you two can work things out directly.
"Perfect. Consider it done."
"I owe you one Nick," she replied. Then we both laughed because we both knew that wasn't true either.
"Oh, and Nick, you and Mitzi are coming to my event in July, aren't you? I haven't seen your R.S.V.P. yet."
Gayle's annual summer charity fundraiser was the event of the year and if you were on her exclusive invite list, your attendance was expected lest you have a pretty damn good reason for being unavailable. And if you couldn't come, like in the case of one couple where the husband had a conflict with open-heart surgery he had scheduled, a sizeable donation was expected along with your regrets. Gayle was fiercely dedicated to her philanthropic causes and if you missed her event, your name was likely to be taken off one list and put on her shit list forever.
"Of course, we'll be there. Mitzi must have misplaced the reply card," I said unconvincingly, covering my wife's ass yet again.
"Very well. Talk soon!" she said enthusiastically and then the line went dead as she clicked off the call.
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