Special thanks to the editor-Hatsuda-
In this chapter Jennifer goes to her uncle in humiliation and desperation. His power and control become intoxicating.
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Depression leads to Desperation.
I could not believe the change of events from me getting ready that night in a sexy outfit to drive my father crazy and to ultimately fuck him as we celebrated his successful business merger, but now all I felt was loathing for him for allowing this to happen.
For the next three weeks I was in shock, and deep depression. I was so depressed that I couldn't get out of bed or barely eat because of how upset I was at the idea of losing my lavish apartment and my well-heeled lifestyle.
It was just too much to comprehend, and the more I thought about losing everything the deeper into the abyss of depression I sank. When my father left my apartment that night he put $420 cash on the table with a pile of change. He left a note saying he was sorry for everything and wrote that the cash was the last of what he could give me because of my uncle taking virtually everything he had.
After one week calls began coming in from bill collectors, including the cellphone company threating to shut off service because of father's nonpayment. After the eleventh day in bed I received a call from the art gallery saying that I was replaced for failing to call in. I didn't care about the job because it was only five hours a week, but the thought of never receiving another dime from my father again was devastating.
Next my phone started ringing from the credit card company asking for the minimum payment of $5600. Although I tried to explain my situation, losing my job and my father losing his company they gave me the usual false empathy, claiming they understood but needed the payment immediately before they were forced to discontinue service.
Property management left a notice on the door after my rent was one day past due. At that point anger took over and I stormed out to visit my uncle; the man solely responsible for my father losing everything, preventing me from receiving my very generous monthly allowance.
Don't ask me why but when I left the apartment I was dressed in a black micro mini skirt with a skin-tight sheer white blouse and a sheer white lace strapless bra with lace trim across the tops. The blouse was so sheer you could easily see the flesh tone of my skin which still held its tan from my trip to Bermuda a week before the take-over. I had gone with a 74 year old art dealer who had called me numerous times to take me away. Although I admit that the fucking was very sexy I used the trip to work on my tan as I thought about my father and I being together constantly.
Because of the state I was in I didn't even realize that I had put on a sheer pair of thigh high stockings and a pair of black pumps. In the past when I knew my uncle was going to be at a function with my father I purposely dressed sexy knowing I'd have rapt attention. Just knowing he was going to be there added to the thrill of him taking in the sight of me and coming on to me with sexual comments that would have me enjoying rebuffing his advances. Dressing sexy always got my father's attention which I loved. He was the man in my life I admired and looked up to and up until losing everything to my uncle paid for everything for me.
When I went to the lobby I could see the people at the desk looking at me as if to say, "Here comes the dead-beat on her rent." It was so humiliating to me to have to walk past them and when I saw the manager I darted out before he could say anything to me. Even more humiliating was there was no limousine waiting for me as there always would have been thanks to my father.
I was now forced to hail a cab. In the cab I was disgusted by the Middle Eastern driver who reeked of cigarette smoke and perspiration and looked to be dressed in clothes that he wore for a month. I was also repulsed to see him leer at me every few seconds in his rear-view mirror. This added an inner rage to me that I couldn't wait to unleash on my Uncle for doing what he did to my father, and what it did for my entitled life-style.
Arriving at Uncles Office
Taking in the look of my uncle's young staff I saw exactly what he meant by 'professional and sexy.' Every one of his young, female personnel was dressed almost as if they were going to a trendy mid-town night club. They were all dressed in very short, tight skirts with high heel pumps, and with blouses that were very sheer and tight that showed visible lace bras that were designed more for sex appeal rather than support. Some of the girls even wore the shortest, tightest mini dresses that barely covered their asses.
The shimmer of their legs told me that they were all wearing stockings. With their crossed legs I could see the lace tops of thigh high stockings and even saw a few of the girls who were sitting at their desks with a long garter strap attached to them. I was sure those girls wore garters to add to their confident, sexy business attire, and to keep my uncle excited.
I thought to myself, if I was working for my handsome uncle I'd dress the same way as his staff in hopes to be alone in his office with him. There was no doubt that he was what every teenage girl in his office wanted in a man. Power, wealth and extreme confidence.
After half an hour of waiting his door opened and a very sexy girl with red hair walked out dressed in a skin-tight mini dress with black pumps. Walking out right behind her was my uncle. I could not believe when I saw her turn and let her tongue out to meet his. They kissed hotly for a few seconds before she went to her desk and sat down. Looking over at me I saw him hungrily scan my body the way I saw a hundred times before. It was as if he knew I'd be coming to his office.
"Jennifer, what a pleasant surprise," he said in a smug tone of voice as his piercing eyes scanned my crossed legs to my pumps then across my shear bra which only seemed to accent my aching nipples, in his deliberate way.
Showing me to his office he shut the door behind me as I felt his eyes scan all over my body as I did every time he was in a room with me. I was annoyed with myself for suddenly feeling excited in the same way I always did when my uncle glared at me.
Walking past me he sat on a plush sofa in the room as I took in his spacious office. His office was very expensive looking with original art that I knew came from very famous artists. One picture that stood out was the one I sold him which he paid 34 million dollars for.
He had come to my gallery the day of the takeover, right after the documents were signed. At that point I did not know it was him that ruined my father's life, but I did know he came to the gallery purposely to see me. I knew he had no interest in buying or collecting any art, but that he used it as an excuse just to see me. Inside I was flattered and thrilled that he came to see me, but I didn't let on or give him that satisfaction. I remember how I got butterflies in my stomach when he came into the gallery.
He looked so distinguished with his grayish, white hair combed back and dressed in an expensive black Italian suit that had to cost thousands of dollars which seemed molded to his tight, slender build. When he came into the gallery every woman including the Vivian, owner who is a stylish woman that I even fucked had their eyes glued to him.
That day I wore a tight pencil skirt that was almost mini in length with a sheer white silk blouse and a black lace bra that was very visible through the transparent white blouse. To accent my tapered legs I wore a pair of nude thigh high stockings and classic black pumps.
That morning when I got up I called my father to wish him luck on the merger and told him I couldn't wait to see him that night. He told me it was all he could think about and couldn't wait to celebrate alone with me. When I asked him about my mother he said he told her that he was going to spend the night in the city and meet with some of the new management people from China.
"I can't wait to finally have your body Jennifer," he said with an almost trembling voice.
"Oh god, I can't wait for you to fuck me," I said in my hottest voice as I was so turned on from the thought of how much money he was going to make and in turn what it would do for me.
"Oh god, it's all I can think about," he said with a trembling voice.
"Just focus on the merger then come to me baby...I'll be sooo waiting for you," I said in a throaty voice, then kissed the phone and hung up before my father could say another word.
As I put on my thong, rolled up my stockings then stepped into my pumps I felt so sexy, knowing that my father and I would be celebrating the merger at my penthouse that night; which I knew was going to lead to us fucking for the first time. I remember how turned on I was seeing myself in the mirror before I put on my skirt in my sexy stockings, thong and pumps, as I imagined him and I kissing hotly before we worked our way onto my bed.
Seeing my uncle take in my sexy look then seeing him strip me with his eyes as he did a hundred times before had me so excited I dressed the way I did that day.
Acting in a composed and professional manner I gave my uncle a quick hug then began showing him different art collections from private estates we brokered. Even though the hug was brief I felt my heart begin to race from the feel of his tight body against mine.
"You look incredible," he said as he hugged me.
"Thank you, I said almost cordially then told him he looked very handsome.
As we strolled through the gallery I could feel his eyes all over me which absolutely thrilled me. I was already so aroused from thinking about the night my father and I were going to have, and could actually feel my body sending out sexual messages to him. At times he would stand very close to me which had the fine wispy hairs on the back of my neck flare up. There was no doubt that my uncle was a confident man who exuded sex appeal, and no doubt, by his conceitedness that he knew it.
At times he would look away from a print and tell me that I was so sexy, and that I had an incredible body. I had to admit, even though I didn't let on, that I loved hearing him say it. Acting as professional as I could I brushed-off his advances and kept-up my professional composure. I could tell I was trying his patience which totally excited me. My uncle wasn't used to any female not wanting to be in his bed. I also knew that this was the night I was going to celebrate with my father. It was the celebration that I knew was going to end in my bedroom.
"Uncle Peter you have to stay on task if you're really interested in buying an artist's work," I said in a calm, professional voice.
"The only piece of art I care about buying is you Jennifer," he said in a strong tone as he scanned my body slowly, and deliberately.
