Chapter 01
A Rich Bitch Arrives
Olivia parked the red British sports car in her aunt's garage. She hesitated getting out while cursing her father under her breath then felt bad about it. "I'm twenty-eight not some stupid adolescent needing my life organised," she sighed, knowing at the moment maybe he was right. Since the divorce she had been drifting. Relying on the allowance he provided, living back home with nothing to do, left her behaving like one.
She wasn't looking forward to staying at her aunt's home or the job they had organised. It was for 'her-own good', which made it sound daunting. "Well, I'll show them I'm not useless. I'll make this work then get a decent position somewhere in fathers corporation," she said.
"Talking to your self is the first sign of madness," Mark sneered.
"Who the hell are you?" Olivia exclaimed. She had been startled out of her reverie to see a young guy gawking at her. "So? Who are you?" she demanded.
"I live here. You must be Olivia," he said, just standing staring at her.
She was used to men staring at her but this creep was eyeing her a little too openly. "It's rude to stare. Aunt Jane doesn't have any kids so what are you ding here?"
"I'm just staying here like you. I've been bad too," he shrugged.
'Impudent shit,' she thought. So Jane still fostered kids but this one looked too old. He looked over eighteen so maybe she was looking after delinquents now.
"Help me with the luggage," she ordered. Getting out of the little red sports car her dress rode up as she struggled to climb out, inadvertently revealing a pair of lacy red panties. She flashed him a stern look on seeing him stare right between her legs.
"You have to look after your own stuff around here," he told her and sauntered off.
"You scruffy twerp," she said, to his retreating back.
Hefting a suitcase she made ready to face Aunt Jane wondering what her father had told her.
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In the kitchen Jane pulled a rack of biscuits from the oven. "So your father caught you fooling around with the pool guy. That's not why your here though is it. He seems to think you need something useful to do so I can send you back with a sense of purpose," she said, looking at Olivia over a pair of half rimed glasses.
"Your father spoilt you Olivia. You are going to inherit from him and me too, making you a rich young woman. With no idea what to do with your life, that sounds like trouble. It is about time you had some idea how to handle money and people. I can give you a purpose, if you learn care about others," she said, trying not to lecture.
Olivia was a beautiful woman knowing very well how to handle men. She would just tease them until she got what she wanted, which definitely didn't include what they wanted.
She cringed at the mention of Joe the pool guy. She had tanned her bikini clad body beside the pool while he was working, smirking on seeing his shorts bulge, knowing what he was thinking yet unable to do a thing about it.
She pushed him a little too far when asking him to rub cream into her back. She enjoyed it and so did he. It wasn't harming anyone as they were old enough to make their own decisions on how far to go.
She remembered his hard calloused hands on her perfect silky flesh and brought on a little shiver. It had been a long time since making love and she needed a distraction. If her father hadn't arrived home early she would probably have let him continue. He had a delicious technique of kissing. He sucked on her lips, biting them then exploring her mouth with a long tongue.
"What's this job you've lined up for me?" she asked.
"It's a community job. They need someone at the pool. You are an excellent swimmer and you still look fit, do you think you can handle it?" Jane asked.
Olivia really didn't care either way and would just go along with whatever was arranged. At least it got her out of the way of Jane. If it didn't work out maybe they would leave her alone so she could return home.
"You're father has stopped the allowance giving you an incentive to put some effort into it," she informed her.
"What? I was going to buy some new clothes, I didn't bring much with me," Olivia complained.
"You won't have to fund your expenses here so you can live on the small salary they can just about afford to pay. It's an inner city pool for poor kids with little funding. You'll just have to learn to budget and don't think you can load that credit card either," Jane scolded her. "It's been suspended."
Lecture over Olivia went to her room feeling even more like a wayward adolescent. She opened the French windows to take a look at the pool and wondered if it was worth taking a dip before dinner. She pulled clothes out of the case throwing them around anyhow forgetting there wouldn't be a maid to clear up after her.
Finding a bikini she pulled off the light summer dress ready to strip off her underwear.
"Hey you, what are you doing here?" Olivia crossly asked.
"Is that all you ever say? Are you some kind of wind-up Barbie doll? I'm just standing here, what are you doing?" Mark retaliated, with a smirk on his face.
He looked intently at the beautiful blond woman. Her long tanned legs were so smooth and the swelling of her tits in the skimpy little bra was fascinating. He hadn't seen such a sexy woman up close before. She looked as though she had stepped out of a magazine.
She pulled her arms around her body in embarrassment from the way he looked at her. "I'm getting dressed. You shouldn't be in my room," she said lamely.
"Looks to me as though you're getting undressed and I'm not in your room. Anyway, it's your fault, you should close the door properly," he smiled and coolly walked off.
Olivia grimaced at the audacity of the young rogue. She kicked the door closed and changed into a bikini. She looked at it in the mirror. She decided to try something else, it was too revealing with that young guy around and Jane certainly wouldn't approve. Without knocking he appeared again.
"Aunt Jane says to help with dinner," he announced. He couldn't help ogling her bottom. It was a perfect heart shape with just a thin strip of material between the cheeks. His face said 'wow' and his eyes glowed.
"Knock before you enter my room and don't look at me like that you ruffian," she scolded him. He walked off looking pleased with himself and she slammed the door. Stripping off the bikini she looked at the door with a mean look as though daring him to try it once more.
She pulled on a pair of white panties but couldn't find a bra in the heap of clothes so pulled the dress over her body. Fortunately, although her breasts were large they were firm enough not to need one.
Jane organised her and Mark around the kitchen where Olivia slowly peeled a small potato from a large one. "Here let me do that." Mark told her. She watched him expertly peel the potato feeling useless. He did it without even looking. Then she realised he was staring at her breasts.
Standing between him and the window, the low sun shone through the dress, he could see clearly the outline of her breasts. It was fascinating to see those lovely big melons so close. He looked forward to seeing more of her.
Olivia marched up to Jane looking cross. "OK! Is there something I can do? I just don't know how to cook. Sure, I can lay the table."
The food was plain and simple compared to at home where the chef always prepared something interesting looking. Olivia wondered why her Aunt didn't employ someone for these menial chores, she was wealthy enough.
After the meal she was left to load the dishwasher and became annoyed at breaking a fingernail. Jane had left for one of her many committee meetings while Olivia carried on struggling with a list of chores. Now she needed him Mark was nowhere to be seen.
The on-suite bathroom had a shower but no tub so Olivia decided to use the family one for a greatly needed soak. Her dress was a wet mess on the floor so she left it there to pad back to the room on bare feet, her lovely smooth skin wrapped in a towel.
"What the hell!" she exclaimed, almost falling over Mark. "You pervert, you've been spying through the keyhole at me in the bath, how dare you!" she shouted at him.
He scrambled up onto his feet looking guilty, not daring to meet her eyes. "I'll tell Jane about this and have you sent home. Is this why you are here because you're a pervert?" she ranted at him.
"Don't you dare snitch! You're just a teasing bitch showing off your body," he said. He was angry and upset at the idea Jane would find out. She had given him a home, avoiding a custodial sentence. In a temper he reached forward and pulled at the towel, unravelling from her body.
Before she could move her hand to grab at it the towel it slithered from her naked body to the floor. She quickly bent to pick it up then straightened without reaching it.
Bent over she was displaying her bottom and everything between her legs in the mirror behind her. Trying to cove her breasts with one arm she slapped a hand to her bottom. She pressed her thighs together tight, knees slightly bent.
Her face was crimson with embarrassment from being naked before this young guy. He could see everything and was still staring while she desperately tried to cover up. "Give me the damn towel you stupid shit!" she yelled.
He held it in his hand before her but she had to reach for it and that meant revealing something. She couldn't stand the humiliation of his smirk a moment longer and reached for it only for him to snatch it out of the way. She covered her breasts again glowering at him.
"Promise not to snitch?" he warned her.
She watched him twirl it into a weapon threatening to whip her ass with its wet end. "Alright I won't tell on you, just give me the damn towel and we'll forget about it," she reluctantly agreed. Again she snatched at it and he let her take it. She wrapped it around her prone body trying not to give him any more of a thrill than was necessary.
She turned on a heel muttering angrily but he wasn't finished with her yet. He slapped her bottom speeding her on the way. She felt his hand on her bare cheeks and ran to the room hearing him laughing at her. She was in such a fury she couldn't speak.
She heard him strut out the back door and slam it behind him. She slammed the bedroom door too and kicked at the pile of clothes. Olivia ranted at the four walls while searching through the pile of clothes but hadn't packed a night gown.
"That raga-bond shit! Wait until Jane gets back and I'll tell her to get rid of him. The little pervert was spying on me in here then the bathroom. It's not me who needs a slap it's him." She pulled a gown from the wardrobe, checked it was clean then wrapped it tightly around her body.
