Over the next week, Mike received the cold shoulder from his father and step-mother. They never discussed the failed attempt to land the Diaz deal with him. Instead, Mike was put on the back-burner and delegated small insignificant tasks like reading over contracts and cold-calling vendors. He worried about what his dad and step-mom would think if they ever discovered what happened in his bedroom with his step-sister late at night, but he looked forward to more visits from her all the same.
That all changed on the following Tuesday.
"Psst. Mikey!" Hillary poked her head over the top of his cube from the other side of the divider. Her long dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders and as she leaned over the divider.
"I'm breaking us out." She held a folder up in her hand similar to the ones that had contained the paperwork for the Princeton and Diaz deals the previous week. "Meet me in the parking deck in minutes."
Mike set a timer for ten minutes but, with nine remaining, silenced the alarm and then stood up, told his cube neighbor he was going to get some water, and then made a direct route to the side door that lead to the garage.
On the other side of the door stood Hillary. She looked particularly leggy today in her short tan mini-skirt, white knee high stockings, and black heels. She topped it off with a white golf shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned to tease her small perky cleavage.
"What're you looking at, dork? Let's go," she instructed, pointing to her shiny black BMW 5.
"Answer your emails but don't post anything on Instagram or whatever while we're gone, ok? Our parents will be pissed if they find out I sprung you so soon. You're supposed to be doing shit work but there's something I need your help with."
After a few minutes of turns through one of the city's wealthiest zip codes, Hillary's BMW reached a gated entrance.
"We're the agents that were sent to look over the Smythe house," Hillary flirtily called into the guard station and waved her folder. The security guard smiled back and reached forward to push a large button on his desk. With a buzz, the front gates began to pull open and Hillary drove her car up the cobblestone driveway to the front of the sprawling mansion.
Hillary hopped out of the car after she parked it in front of the front door and threw her car keys to Mike. With a wave of her remote control, the key panel on the front door snapped open and she retrieved the key to the front door.
"Isn't this amazing?" she asked as Mike followed her into the front foyer. "Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed of seeing the inside of this house every time we passed. Now it's in our firm's sales portfolio, so I can check it out as many times as I want until it sells," she squealed as she grabbed the lapels of Mike's jacket and shook him with excitement.
"Who wants' to see the bedrooms?" Hillary asked as she sprinted up the steps before Mike could answer. He enjoyed watching her little athletic booty bounce beneath her skirt as she sprung up the stairs.
Mike paced himself up the stairs. He had watched Hillary turn left at the top step but, when he reached the second floor himself, she was gone. The upper floor was laid out in an oval shape. At the top of the steps, a railing encased the stairwell which was surrounded by a sitting room. In the middle of the room rose a grand white brick fireplace with glass doors on both sides. Two antique armchairs stood guard in front of the fireplace with a small stack of thick books between them. Around the perimeter of the room were doors that led to various bedrooms.
"Hill? Where'd you go?" He called, seemingly to himself.
The small door across from the stairs looked more like a closet than a bedroom. It was locked, so he proceeded to the next door. An oval shaped handle turned and clicked open but Mike discovered the room was a nursery, with an expensive looking antique crib against one wall. He shuffled to the next room. It was decorated with a creepy looking family portrait. Either the portrait was painted to look like an antique, with the family wearing attire that went out of style many decades ago, or the subjects of the photo would be long dead by now. All the same, their eyes seemed to follow Mike as he looked under the four post bed for his mischievous step-sister.
"OK, this is creeping me out, Hil!" Mike shouted into the open sitting room as he exited the bedroom.
A faint giggle emerged from the far side of the floor and Mike followed it to a cracked bedroom door on the front half of the home. He had wandered into the master suite. On the wall to the right rested another ornate brick fireplace with bookshelves on both sides. Against the far wall was a king sized four post bed covered by a thick frilly duvet and a pile of decorative pillows propped up against the intricately carved headboard. To the left of the bed, double glass doors were cracked open and a slight breeze caused the long white curtains to flutter.
"I guess you found me," sang Hillary's voice from the open doorway farther left of the bed. From his angle, it looked like the door led to a bathroom. Out stepped Hillary. She had shed the skirt, golf shirt, and her panties. She wore only the knee-high white stockings and a lacy white bra. Mike watched her hips sway as she approached.
"Just to be honest, it wasn't just visiting the house that I'd always fantasized about..." She said while playing with Mike's tie. "You said you'd repay me for last week when I helped you get off, so it's time for me to collect."
She slung his coat sleeves down his arms, pinning them in place and planted a slow wet kiss on his lips. He could feel the underwire from her bra press into his sternum. After pulling the coat to the floor, she seductively sauntered to the large bed and bent over the mattress. Mike followed, falling to his knees and lifting his mouth to Hillary's puffy folds.
