Chapter 12
Candice looked out over the parking lot of her new apartment. She had taken out a six month lease on a two bedroom, on the third floor, with a view of concrete and wasting away vehicles. She could afford something more upscale, but because Ben and Jon advised against living somewhere too extravagant, she had to settle for something that looked affordable for a corporate gopher.
"Bye!" yelled a woman's voice from down in the lot below.
Candice looked across the lot and saw her parents opening the door to their new Cadillac, a perk provided by Rick's new position in the company. She waved goodbye, thankful that her parents had finally left her to her own devices.
Neither her mom nor her dad was comfortable with having her live in these particular apartments, but they were proud of her for finally taking the necessary steps to be out on her own. Her mother had insisted on spending the first week with Candice and had made herself a temporary living space in the spare bedroom. Candice had not been thrilled at all; she had hoped to have Jon or Ben come over during her first week, but those plans were squelched as soon as she heard the determination in her mother's voice and the look in her father's eyes.
Her mother had stayed and when the week ended, Candice was full of mixed emotions. On one hand she had appreciated her mother's guiding hand in regards to decorating the small living space; she also enjoyed the late night chats and chick flick movies. With all of that said though, she was happy to finally say – she was living alone.
When her parents' car pulled out of the parking lot and into the street, Candice headed back inside. She closed the balcony door, locked it and pulled the shade over the full-length glass, before making her way to the couch.
Happily she bounced onto the cushions and smiled when no one yelled at her and chastised her for her skirt riding up too high. She grinned and shimmed herself up to the left side of the couch, laid over it and lifted one leg up so it rested against the back of the piece of furniture.
She looked around and took in the moderately priced matching loveseat and ottoman. Her television was also nice, but not in-your-face expensive; neither was the surround sound system she'd purchased, which her father installed.
All in all she knew that Ben would be proud of her. She had done exactly what he had told her to do. She was living within her supposed means, granted no one knew that she could live way outside of them, and for that she was somewhat thankful. There were times she wanted to call up some of the more notable of high school friends and wave wads of cash in their faces, and yet she couldn't.
Candice got up and headed to the refrigerator to grab a soda. As she reached in, the bracelet she wore slipped down and caught her eyes. She grinned. Jewelry was the one vice she had given into.
Ben, Jon and her had held a meeting shortly after her first week working for the company. She had confessed her ignorance at finding a good way to stash her cash. The men offered to hide it for her in several off shore accounts, but she wanted none of that. She told them, maybe later, when it really started to pile up. Right now she was only servicing the two men, and was just asking for a better way to keep things on the down-low.
Eventually the necklace she'd worn to work caught Ben's eye and he grinned. "Jewels," he said. Jon's brows went up and Candice's furrowed in confusion.
"That would work," Jon said.
"What? Buy a butt load of jewelry?" Candice asked.
"Yeah, you're from a middle class family. Your friends are not going to suspect the jewelry you wear is ever anything more than cheap costume shit, or inexpensive baubles," Ben explained. "Insure whatever you buy, but wear it when you want. You can hide your wealth in your jewel box. Besides, what woman could ever have too much jewelry?"
Candice grinned. From that day on she had begun to increase her love of glittering gems and high end metal. The bracelet she now wore, was valued at just over a grand, modest compared to some of her newly acquired gemstones. It matched her earrings, and the pendant that lay against her neck.
As she popped open the top of her can of Cola, her cell phone buzzed. She picked it up and listened to Jon inform her about what was expected of her when she arrived next week. She wrote down his instructions, noting the seriousness in his voice, and knowing that to fail or fall short of his requests would not make for a good impression.
When they hung up, she looked at the list and knew the requests would be easy to meet. She was to arrive free of all pubic hairs, her pussy and ass ready for his thorough inspection. Candice grimaced over the idea of taking Jon in the ass; they had done it before, several times in fact over the past month while working for Ben's company, but it still wasn't something she enjoyed. Money talked and that was what got her through.
"You can't love everything," she muttered to herself as she studied the rest of the list. No perfume; no make-up. She was to bring only a few articles of clothing. He had casually mentioned that she would be spending most of the time naked, with the exception of her monthly flow. Another blush rolled over her.
The conversation she and Ben had concerning what was expected of her during her periods had been embarrassing and yet, needed. She was still expected to fuck him, Jon, or anyone else. Aunt Flo was never to be an excuse. This too had caused Candice's stomach to turn, that was until the first time Ben took her while she was on her courses. The climax he'd given her had been indescribable. She had cum over and over again. Multiple orgasms had ricocheted throughout her body, leaving her breathless and in a semi-conscious state. Period sex, she determined was definitely sliding up to a favored position in her repartee.
Jon had also instructed that she would be meeting Amelia, his pet. When he had first told her of Amelia, Candice had been taken back. She hadn't thought of sharing the two men with other women, yet she knew it was always a possibility. Jon though had told her that Amelia was not only his pet, but would be a vital part of her month long training.
She tried once again to push away the apprehension and confusion that was clawing at her subconscious. The thought of being in such a vulnerable state always unnerved her and so she tried hard not to over think the upcoming meeting.
Also on her note, underlined and written in capital letters, was the time that she would be picked up. He would send a car for her, along with any written instructions if he felt he had missed anything. For every minute she was late, forcing the driver to wait on her, he would punish her, but he did not say how or with what.
Candice chewed on her lower lip as she left the kitchen and fretted over his words. It was going to be a long week and she was glad to have a break from the sexual exploits of her two bosses.
Just as she was about to grab her purse and head out, hoping to do some shopping without her mother in tow, her phone was again ringing. "Hello, Ben," she said after a quick glance at the phone's screen, which displayed the caller's name and number.
"Hey there. I know it's short notice, but do you have plans tonight?" he asked.
