You're laying on your back, with your spread eagle and in a state of undress. He fucks you unemotionally on his kitchen table. Your mind wanders as you notice his beautiful, barely used kitchen. You think about what led up to this moment. As he grunts and thrusts into you, you think, "Was this exactly what you expected would happen tonight?"
As a lovely and kindhearted person from a nice family, you have many warm childhood memories. Your family may have often struggled financially, but they were never short on love. Those pleasant times fractured after your mother died. Driving home from the bar where she worked one night ended fatally with a toxicology report you all disputed. Dad, who normally only drank in the good times, added to his drinking with the bad times. As a mature independent teen, you fell naturally into the traditional feminine role of holding it together for your younger brother. Without a second source of income, your dad shifted jobs after finding work on a large container ship, which caused him to be away for months at a time. The couple of weeks he was able to spend at home, he brought with him his earnings, which largely went to keeping you secured in the 'family' apartment. It was the perfect combination for him, giving him an excuse to be away from what was left behind while still being seen as the main provider by his family and friends.
Naturally, parents think very highly of each of their children. Both mentally sharp and naturally beautiful, you and your brother always had a smile and kind words for the world. Growing up, your brother's natural intellect won him a scholarship at an elite school on the outskirts of the city. The school may have been swayed by his story and situation, as they allowed him to also board at the school during the week for relatively low cost. This excellent opportunity for him was not completely free though. There were books, uniforms, school trips, the general cost of living, and not to mention parties. You used your charming looks and pleasant demeanor to earn what you could from being a barista during the day and a waitress in the evenings. Busy as they were, this family unit worked out, albeit disjointed and unconventional. One day your brother would graduate with alumni networks that would set him up for life. Your Dad had his own life, which with time was becoming more distant from yours.
Perhaps if you were more in this moment, he would cum and this ordeal would soon be over. Did he notice your mind wandering, or was he deliberately holding back from cumming? For him, it wasn't about the sex, it was all about controll and prolonging his enjoyment. Having a beautiful young woman at you sexual disposal was beyond but a small fraction of well resourced men. If you give him some feedback, it would give him ownership of you, he demanded. Would making eye contact be a good idea? Would he see pleasure or sadness in your eyes?
It was Monday when the school phoned you, the "responsible adult contact" for your younger brother. Your immediate thought was that there must have been an accident. That would have been better than the news that he faced expulsion from the school. A disciplinary meeting to decide the consequences of his actions would be held on Friday. He had gotten into a fight, and punched another boy in the face, leaving the other boy cut and bruised. Your brother was on a promising scholarship and this did not bode well for his future. It would also negate everything you've done to support him these last few years.
Thinking fast at the end of the call with the school, you asked for your phone number to be passed onto the other boy's parents. If they chose to, they could call you so you could offer an apology. On Tuesday the dad called, and you took a moment from your work to give it full attention. You had mentally prepared for this; apologize first, explain how grateful you both are for the school placement, rich people love hearing poor people beg, and finish with an offer to apologize in person and discuss what had happened with the school. He accepted. This Thursday, 7pm at his city center apartment block, doorbell 8A. This was your chance to turn on the charm and do what you could to keep your brother's future secure.
You canceled work on Thursday. When the day came, it started rising from bed mid-morning. A light breakfast and then off to the gym. A day of relaxation and focusing on yourself would put you in the right frame of mind for later. Your workout at the gym left you feeling energized and limber, and a session in the sauna capped it off splendidly. In the sauna, you would often close your eyes in relaxation knowing fully well the men present would hungrily eye your fit body without the fear of being seen. You dream for a short while, sensing the male energy present, of what all the men were imagining.
Snapping back to reality, you get up to head out. You get dressed and pack your things, all while planning scenarios for the evening in your head. Putting every effort into keeping your brother at the school was an effort well spent and your top priority. If the other boy's Dad was willing to meet you, then he must be open to agreeing to help prevent a disastrous result on Friday. His family were known for generations at the school, gave donations and volunteered time. His son would act as directed by his father in the disciplinary hearing, and if things didn't go over well tonight who knows what would happen.
You step into the shower upon returning home. Spending extra time shaving every inch of your body, and meticulously performing your skin and hair care rituals. You finish up, wrapping yourself in a towel as you make your way to your wardrobe to decide on your outfit. Choosing what to wear tonight was crucial. Sitting in the sunny corner at your desk, your hair drying in the sun, finalizing clothing choices and thinking of what you could possibly say to make up for your brother's actions.
A healthy snack to see you through the day, followed by a long session in front of the mirror preparing your looks. Smart business attire, with feminine charm. White blouse and charcoal gray jacket and skirt. The skirt was short enough to provide ample display of your toned ass and legs, with a cut up the side to reveal just enough thigh to be provocative. Whenever you wore that to the office during your time as a temp, it made you feel empowered, and certainly turned some heads. After strong deliberation you decide to wear your sexy white lingerie too. A lacy bra and panty set that one of your creepy regulars at the coffee shop had bought you as an awkward Christmas gift. To finish off the look, hold-up stockings and black shoes with a low heel. Subtle and functional make-up, hair pulled up neatly at the back. Overcoat, cell phone and purse, then out the door to catch the bus into the city. You feel a nervous excitement for what seems like an unconventional job interview. In a way it was, just for your brother's sake.
Standing outside the impressive residential building in the city center, you press the button for 8A at exactly 7pm. The main door clicked unlocked and you entered the lobby. Walking into the impressive and lavish building made you feel instantly wealthy and powerful. The elevator dinged open, and brought you to the top floor. You see the corridor to door 8A which is already ajar, waiting for you. As you approached, the door opened more, only revealing him at the last moment. Not breaking your stride, he gestured with a flat upturned palm to continue inward with a "please, do come in." The door closed quietly behind you. Hello's exchanged, he takes your coat and purse, and hangs them nearby. Together you walk into the main area of the apartment. On the table was a laptop, some paperwork, a used dinner plate and a wine glass half empty.
He gestures for you to take a seat on a raised stool at the breakfast bar. Placing you in the middle of the room between the kitchen and functional dining and living space. Sitting on the stool, you are able to turn and talk to him with your legs crossed and hands together on your lap. The conversation follows from gratefulness for the invitation, gratitude for the position in the school which meant so much to your brother and many apologies for what had happened days before. During this time, he listened, acknowledged and cleared the items from the kitchen table. The papers, clearly his other work, went into the locked cupboard and dishes to the kitchen area. You guessed that his family did not live here. This seemed like it was somewhere in the city to go after a long day at work or when there was a reason to stay overnight on short notice in town. It was personalized with photos and artwork, but it didn't feel like a home. The cleaning staff probably spent more time here than the family.
For a man in his late 40's he was in good shape. His clothes gave a sense of importance, all matching with a matte black color scheme. Light pink shirt, creased black trousers and clean black leather shoes. This morning he would have looked very sharp and crisp, but at the moment he looked as though he had been in the office all day. He smelt manly, a combination of natural musk and cologne applied this morning. He had the aura of success and achievement. Nothing he desired seemed out of his reach. While you talked he listened and was hospitable but if this was a negotiation to get what you wanted, he was unaffected by your words.
"I'm so sorry," he said, "let me offer you a glass of wine," cutting off your initial play and changing the conversation.
"That would be lovely, thank you," you reply.
