The Agreement Chapter 2
Ron's Story
As I left Steve and Tina to make a tough decision, I had a big smirk. My desire, no, my fantasy would finally be fulfilled. Not just one night, but one weekend a month for a year. Well, maybe six months.
Steve has a sort of sixth sense. He's driven. I'm sure he'll figure out who has it out for him. No, it wasn't me. I am just taking advantage of the opportunity in front of me.
If bargaining doesn't work, money usually will. So, I put up the money to buy Steve time. If Carol is right about Tina, then I'm going to enjoy myself while Steve finds out who's stealing money from me.
Hopefully, Steve will clear his name, and I'll get my money returned to me. Worst case, I'm out 1.5 mil, but enjoy spending time with Tina over the next year. To me, that is well worth it.
I come from a wealthy family. My brother, sister, and I grew up in a loving family. We thought we were an upper-middle-class family. We would joke that our dad spoiled Mom. Mom always seemed to have the nicest things, and Dad would never say no to her. We didn't think we were rich.
They would go on occasional vacations together, but we thought it was work-related, and mom was just going along on the company's dime.
"Mom probably sucks good dick," My brother and I would look at our younger sister and shake our heads. "What? You know you two are thinking the same thing. That's probably how mom gets whatever she wants." Our sister was always a little outspoken. No filters.
Dad always told us that our grandparents did well for themselves, and the country club membership was their gift to us. There was truth to that. But it wasn't just our grandfather, it was generations of grandfathers who had done well for themselves.
Dad was grooming us for success, but we didn't realize it at the time.
My brother and I learned to play golf and our fourth was always someone of
"Doesn't matter how good you are, sometimes you have to lose," my dad would tell us.
Dad was teaching us how to make contacts. We also learned what we could and could not say in front of others.
Dad knew when to watch what he said to one person and speak freely in front of another. Like Mr. Jackson (Tom), for example. Mr. Jackson was a federal judge and a good friend of Dad's. "No one crosses Mr. Jackson," Dad would say.
"I'd love to bang that beer cart girl," Mr. Jackson would throw money her way just so she would swing by more often.
Jokingly, my dad would say "my boys have a better chance than you do Tom. Hell, I have a better chance than you."
Mr. Jackson, who was very wealthy too, would one day sit me down and explain what having money means. I would learn that his wealth was nothing compared to my family's wealth. My family comes from old money and smart investments.
"Ron, you are a rich man and well-educated." Mr. Jackson said. "Use your brain, use your charm, and only use your money when you need to. Stay out of trouble and you can be a successful man. And Ron, always remember to help others along the way. It's good to have people that owe you a favor.
Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me." I had no idea what Mr. Jackson was talking about.
"The Godfather. Steve, don't tell me you've never seen The Godfather?
I had but I didn't remember every line in the movie.
It wasn't until after my brother, sister and I were in college, there were two years between each of us with my sister Lisa the youngest, and Brian in the middle that we learned the truth. We were rich as fuck, but Dad didn't want to spoil us like he did Mom.
Kelner is a common name of German, Dutch, Scottish, and England descent. I knew our family history, so I thought. We were from the Netherlands.
My father was an only child and so was his father and his father before. Dad and Mom wanted a bigger family. My brother, sister and I were each born with blond hair and a variation of blue eyes. Being attractive made us popular.
Our family settled in America in the 1800s. Where our money came from, even to this day is a mystery, our grandfather would tell us. But our family was vested in property, businesses, stocks, and bonds.
We weren't above the law. But our money made sure we were. When we were of age. College age. My grandfather told us some of our family stories. Living on Long Island New York, the stories during Prohibition were our favorite.
"Illegal alcohol had a high-profit margin, and the profits were pouring in. Speakeasies, gambling joints, whorehouses full of alcohol, and distilleries all hidden within the city limits. And where there's alcohol and money to be spent, there's hookers."
"Get your mind out of the gutter," Grandma would say."
"The cops found the distilleries," my grandfather continued," but the alcohol would still find its way into the city."
The five organized crime families were created amongst the cities, boroughs, and towns of New York, during prohibition. I know you've heard of them all. The Bonnanos, the Gambinos, the Genoveses, the Colombos, and the Luccheses, were all interested in the profits from prohibition.
Long Island and its adjacent waters were a smuggler's dream. Extending 118 miles from New York Harbor to Montauk, Long Island contained more than 1,600 miles of shoreline. Fleet ships transporting liquor were eager to supply thirsty New Yorkers. Long Island had plenty of thirsty men and women with money too.
They called parts of Long Island the Gold Coast. Most of the mansions and estates like JP Morgan, F.W Woolworth, the Vanderbilts, Astors, and Whitneys are gone now or turned into something or other."
"Old Westbury Gardens was the estate of John S. Phipps, an heir to the U.S. Steel fortune. Now it's a museum and a botanical garden," Grandma said, "Your mother's taken you kids there when you were younger. I'm sure there were school trips there too.
Just like trips to Sagamore Hill. Teddy Roosevelt's house in Oyster Bay."
"The point is," Grandpa continued, "those mansions held a lot of dirty secrets. Those secrets were kept within social circles. No one wanted to be embarrassed, and divorce was unheard of. Even if you caught your husband sucking another man's dick! The wives would just find some young stud to fu..." Grandpa looked at my sister with embarrassment.
"That's okay Grandpa, you can say suck dick, lick pussy, or plain old fuck. I've heard it all." My sister encouraged our grandfather to continue and speak freely. But Grandma gave my sister a look.
"Our family was there. We weren't rich like Vanderbilt, Phills or Pratt. But we were still accepted into their social circle."
We were amazed to hear about our family history. But where our wealth came from was still a mystery that I wish I knew. Maybe we would never know, but we still enjoyed our grandfather's stories.
"Our money survives the depression. Stocks plummeted and the value would not return for years to come. But real estate was a different story. Everyone needed a place to live and a building for their business as time improved.
It's about time your father let you know how rich you are. But don't be little pricks just because you have money."
"Grandpa," Lisa asked, do we have any cousins in America?"
It was Grandma who responded. "You might. Your family tree has some strong roots."
We all looked at Grandma. "There are stories about your great great grandfather and the women that worked around the house. His wife found a lover too. Oh hell, even your great-grandfather cheated on his wife a few times.
Your great-grandmother put up with him. She didn't come from money and would struggle to make ends meet. There was a 10-year age difference between our grandparents. And your great-grandfather was still able to find someone younger to fool around with."
"Because he had a big dig, just like me." My grandpa said and we all laughed.
"Oh my God," Grandma said, "stop talking like that in front of your granddaughter.
Grandma continues, "She once told me 'He was a good man, but he loved the woman. He never embarrassed me, so I let him have his affairs.'
What did I tell you?" She looked at Grandpa.
"If I ever cheated on you, you'd cut my balls off." That got another laugh out of us.
I took after my great and great great grandfather. I had a weakness for the women too. When I was way at college, it wasn't only the students I was fucking. I loved sex. Much more than a normal guy did, and the woman loved me too.
Who could resist a tall, well-built blond-haired blue-eyed man?
It was also at college that I met Lana Daily. She loved sex just as much as I did. But she got off on being withheld from orgasm. I would learn that it is called Erotic Sexual Denia edging is another term. But denial, is much more. I enjoyed withholding orgasm from women just as much as do bringing them to orgasm. I would spend hours teasing Lana. "Strap me to the bed." She would beg me.
"Fuck me, Ron!" Those were the words I loved to hear. Not just once. I wanted to hear women beg and plead for me to fuck them. That's what I got off on.
I would leave Lana tied to her bed and walk away. A tiny bullet vibrator in her pussy. Just enough to excite her but not let her come to full orgasm. I would have to gag her from crying out. We didn't want the dorm director checking in on us.
I also would learn that all women enjoy a little sexual denial. Not to the extent that Lara enjoyed it.
Once I learned that I was rich, that's when I realized what a woman would do for money and my fetish did more than just continue, I found new ways and toys to use to deprive women of their pleasure.
During a dry spell, I visited a fetish club or two to satisfy my desire.
It was an addiction, and I had no problem finding women online or paying if I had to. It's like watching porn; you want more. It may start with straight sex. But you need more. You start to look at other genres. I guess it was similar for me. I tried to find new and creative ways to bring women to the point of orgasm and then denial.
There are plenty of stimulation devices to help me too.
