Hello readers! Thanks for checking out my latest story. It does contain reluctance themes so if you don't like that stuff, just DON'T READ IT! But I really hope you all enjoy it. If you have any suggestions for a chapter two, feel free to leave a comment. They're always fun to read. As always, all characters are 18+ years old.
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Firebird68
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"Okay, boys. Great round." Said the tall, bearded man who I was caddying for. "Let's head to the 19th hole. Drinks are on me."
He shook hands with the rest of the men in their golf group and then turned towards me.
"Here you go, son."
He handed me a hundred-dollar bill and shook my hand.
"Thank you very much, sir." I said, thrilled at the big tip.
"Anytime," he replied. "Just take my clubs to the valet and give them this ticket. They'll know which car to put them in."
He handed me the valet ticket then headed to the bar with the rest of his friends. I tucked the bill into my pocket and lifted his golf bag onto my shoulders, heading to the valet area. I handed my ticket to the head valet attendant. He looked at it and then snapped his fingers at one of the junior attendants who took the slip and grabbed the corresponding keys before heading off to bring the car around.
"You got a lucky one this time," the head attendant said to me. "I've heard Mr. Redfield tips well."
"He certainly does," I replied. "Which is good for me. I can use all the money I can get. Tuition isn't going to be cheap next year."
"I hear you. College gets more expensive every day. Luckily, I never bothered with that stuff and now I'm making two hundred a night in tips bringing rich people their cars. It's all about connections. You gotta know who's gonna pony up when they get good service. Anyways, we'll take his clubs. Thanks, kid."
I left the bag and headed down the side of the clubhouse to the employee area. The locker room was empty. I had been the last group of the evening at the prestigious Shadow Oak country club. The valet man wasn't kidding when he said connections were everything. It was only through my father's connection with one of his employers who was a member here that I even got this gig caddying. I would come here after school and go out with one or two groups depending on how quickly they played, and then I almost always got a pretty generous tip on top of the wage I was making from the club.
I changed out of my uniform; a collared polo shirt with the course logo on the right side and khaki pants. I slipped on my street clothes and grabbed my duffel bag to leave. As I was leaving, I passed the shower room on my way and heard a noise coming from it. Curious as to who was still here, I peaked around the corner and into the shower room. In the far corner, a guy was standing with his pants around his ankles and a woman was knelt in front of him, her head moving back and forth in front of his crotch.
It wasn't hard to figure out what they were doing. They were so engaged in their antics that they didn't notice my head sticking around the corner. I turned back out of sight and smiled to myself. The man was Fabien. Fabien was a twenty something tennis instructor from Italy. This wasn't the first time he had been seen doing some "extra workouts" with his lesson takers. I pulled out my phone and opened up the camera app before slowly peaking it around the corner and snapping a few pictures of the two of them and filming a quick ten second video. I figured it would be good for a few laughs around the locker room with the other caddies this weekend.
I looked at the pictures I had taken. The woman was dressed in a pink tank top and red tennis skirt. Her long blonde hair obscured her face from this angle but it was clear she was sucking him off, especially from the video. I put my phone in my pocket and slipped out of the room and headed to my car. For my eighteenth birthday, my father had agreed to pay half for a car. I had saved up a few thousand dollars after four summers caddying and a friend of my dad's who owned a car dealership had gotten us a good deal on a second hand 2013 Chevy Silverado. It wouldn't have been my first choice and burned through a lot of gas, but it was a nice car.
I threw my bag in the backseat and climbed into the driver's seat. I began absently checking snapchats and sending streaks. I jumped when suddenly a car door opened directly to the right of mine. I looked over to the car next to mine and instantly recognized the pink tank top and bleach blonde hair. She was entering an expensive Porsche SUV crossover. As she finally turned somewhat towards me, my jaw dropped. I recognized her. She was the step-mom of a girl, Sarah Thompson, who was in my class. I was never very close friends with her but her dad was very rich and after Sarah's mother died when she was a sophomore, her father had remarried some thirty-year-old blonde woman with huge tits and a big butt named Jessica. It was pretty clear that he was in it for her looks and she was in it for his money. Anyway, Sarah didn't really like her step-mother very much. They weren't very close and she was only fourteen years older than her.
It dawned on me what this meant. I had just caught Jessica cheating on her husband. I had a few options. I could show the images to her husband and ensure she got served with some divorce papers. I could ignore the whole situation and pretend I hadn't seen it. Or I could play it to my advantage. I opened my phone to the pictures of her in the locker room and stared hungrily at her busty figure sucking off Fabien. My father had told me that you didn't get anywhere in life without taking the initiative, so I hopped out of my truck and walked around to her door. I tapped on the window of the Porsche, startling her as she looked up from her phone. She rolled down the window.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, hello." I started. "I work for the course here."
"Oh." She replied.
She tried to hide it but I could tell from the look on her face that her level of respect for me and interest in the situation had decreased.
"I actually go to school with your step-daughter." I continued. "Sarah and I are in the same grade."
"Okay well it's nice to meet you." She said. "I have to go."
She started to roll up the window.