Bridesmaid for Hire

by Chance Carter

  She turns Brad on so much, and he starts moaning and stroking until he comes.

  She also breathes deep and heaves, her fingers going faster, in and out, and her body shakes and turns all hot until she comes, her juices running out of her.

  “I love you so much, baby. You are the perfect match for me in so many ways. I’ll be home soon,” whispers Brad.

  “I love you, too, my dear. I’m dying to see you.” Jane whispers back, so relaxed and at ease to finally speak with him. “I gotta go, sweetheart. The car is slowing down. I think we’re at my school.”

  “Okay… goodbye, darling.”

  “See you soon.”

  Chapter 62

  Jane gets out of the limo. “Thank you, Robert,” she says, pretending like nothing just happened in the back seat.

  “Have a good class, Madam,” he responds.

  Jane walks with her bag over her arm, her head tall, and her back straight. She hasn’t seen the other girls since she left for Iceland, and no one knows she is engaged.

  She’s not sure if she wants to tell them that it’s to Brad Halliwell, because the good news hasn’t hit the stands, but she will have to explain the limo.

  She walks into the hall and sees them all gathered, sharing snacks before class starts. They all look over at her and go silent.

  Rebecca, one of the classmates, comes up to her.

  “Wow, Jane, what’s with the swanky limo you’ve got there. Was Iceland that good?”

  “It actually was,” replied Jane smugly.

  Valerie approaches Jane. “So, who did you fuck to get that treatment?” she says bluntly.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” replies Jane, taking Valerie aback.

  “Ohhhhh… Ms. Jane here has quite the voice all of a sudden,” Valerie announces. “Come on, Janey, who sucked those tits while you were away?”

  “My name is Jane, and my tits are my business,” Jane says confidently, looking over to the crowd. She turns around and makes her way to the change room, not caring what they think.

  “I think Jane got fucked this weekend. What do you think, girls?” Valerie laughs out loud and gets the rest of them going.

  Jane lifts up her middle finger and keeps walking, smiling to herself.

  They go into the ballet class and get lined up in front of the teacher, the only person who knows that Jane has been seeing Brad. She quickly notices the ring on her finger and looks up at Jane in acknowledgment. She’s not sure what to think, considering the news.

  “Jane, can I have a quick word with you?” motions the teacher.

  “Yes, of course,” Jane says, walking toward the door.

  “Oooohhhhh… someone’s in trouble,” Valerie says. Jane flips up her middle finger again as she walks.

  “Jane, I notice you have a ring on your finger. Is it what I think it is?”

  “Yes, it is. We are engaged.”

  “Oh, so soon?” asks Martha.

  “It seems soon, but we really are in love. I know it sounds crazy, but it makes a lot of sense for both of us.”

  “Well, you have seen the news, right?” The teacher continues grilling her.

  “Yes, and very soon you will find out that he’s innocent. It was all a scam by a crazy lady who has done this sort of thing before, backed by someone with a longstanding grudge against him. By the way, weren’t you the one encouraging me to give him another chance?”

  “You know, Jane, I know that money, fame, and a man showing interest in you can be tempting. It really can. I care about you, and don’t want to see you get roped into something you can’t get out of. I want to make sure you have a good head on your shoulders,” reassures the teacher. “And yes, that was me.”

  “Thank you for caring. I’ll think about everything you’re saying. I actually really didn’t trust him at first and nearly wrecked everything to begin with. I know in my heart he loves me and wouldn’t ever want to hurt me,” Jane replies.

  “Well, I will have to believe you, Jane. It sounds like the two of you have gone through a lot together already,” acknowledges the teacher.

  “Yes, we really have. Thank you for reaching out.”

  “Okay, let’s head back inside, okay?”

  “Okay,” replies Jane.

  They go back in and continue the class. Valerie leers at Jane, but Jane doesn’t take it in. She performs better than she ever has before, a result of her new found confidence.

  At the end of the class, they are all sweaty and tired. They go to the change room, undress, and head into the showers.

  Valerie comes up to Jane. “Come on, Jane, do tell. You are different, and everyone can see it. You lost your virginity, didn’t you?”

  “Not this weekend, Valerie,” says Jane, matter of factly.

  “Oh, I knew it! You got fucked.”

  “No, I didn’t, Valerie. I made love. A big difference, but you wouldn’t know that,” Jane replies.

  “Well, well, well. Who caught that pretty little heart of yours there, Jane?” mocks Valerie.

  “None of your business, and honestly, matters close to the heart are not meant to be tossed to swine,” Jane retorts.

  Valerie notices the ring on Jane’s finger.

  “Holy shit. Is that what I think it is? Are you engaged?” Valerie’s eyes are wide open.

  “It took you long enough to notice,” replies Jane with a smirk on her face.

  “Some rich dude?” asks Valerie.

  “Well, you could say that,” smiles Jane. “I have to go now, Valerie. My ride is waiting for me,” she says, flipping back her hair.

  “Wow, Jane, I really underestimated you. You are damn sneaky,” Valerie attests.

  “People aren’t always as they seem, Valerie,” Jane says. “Have a nice life.”

  Jane walks down the hall with her bag over her shoulder, feeling very proud of herself. She goes to the limo and Robert opens the door. She looks up and sees Valerie peeking out the window at her. Jane waves at her and smiles, then crawls into the back.

  “Where are you heading next, Ms. Jane?” asks the driver.

  “Home, Robert. I’m going home,” Jane replies.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chapter 63

  Each night over the coming days, Jane anticipates Brad coming home. She showers and sets up a table of chocolate and fruit, flutes of champagne, classical music, and rose petals all over the floor.

  Each night when eight o’clock rolls around and he’s still not home. Jane feels disheartened and worried, wondering if something got mixed up.

  One night, feeling completely frustrated, at 9:30, she lays on the bed and falls asleep. Two hours later, she feels someone kissing her belly and sucking on her tits. She wakes up afraid, but then sees Brad’s face.

  “Oh my God! Where were you? You scared me! I’m so happy to see you!” Jane says, all mumbling and confused.

  “Never mind. I’m here now,” says Brad, moving up to kiss her. He pulls her into his arms, carries her out of the room, and puts her on the hardwood table.

  “I love what you’re wearing,” says Brad, noticing her skimpy selection of a bowtie and a purple G-string. “You look mighty skanky in that, if I may say so,” he says.

  He spreads open her legs and puts her feet on the table. He pushes the G-string to the side and starts eating her out, licking, sucking, licking again, and then pushing his tongue inside of her.

  He reaches up for her tits and grabs them, pushing her pussy further into his face. Within five minutes, she is squirting everywhere, all over his face, the table, and on his chest. He sticks his cock in her to feel the tightness of her pussy and pushes deeper and deeper, thrusting into her. Within minutes, his come fills her up. He screams out loud and pulls her body up to his and hugs her, his cock still inside her, reveling in the tightness of their connection.

  He whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman, Jane. I love how you fit with me.”

  “I love how you fit with me, handsome,” re
plies Jane. “I want you to fuck me forever.”

  “Deal,” he says, kissing her deeply. He lifts her off the table and takes her over to the bedroom where they lay beside each other and fall asleep.

  The next morning, Jane wakes up to the phone ringing. It’s her mom.

  “Hi, Mom… Oh yes, I was just getting up. Brad came home last night. What, you want to speak with him? Here, I’ll pass the phone over,” Jane says, trying to wake Brad up.

  “It’s my Mom,” she whispers. “She wants to talk to you.”

  Brad wipes his eyes and is half-awake, half-asleep. “Right now?” he asks, a bit perplexed.

  “Yes, she wants to hear the voice of the man I’m marrying. I hope you understand.”

  He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed wearing only his tightie-whities. Jane sees the muscles sculpted on his back and the roundness on his shoulders. She feels so safe and protected with him, knowing he can take on the world.

  “Hello, Mrs. Bryden,” says Brad with a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry, I’m just waking up. Yes… uh huh... Yes, I would like to marry your daughter. She is very special to me. How long have we known each other…?”

  Jane waves her arms to try and get his attention.

  She raises eight fingers and mouths, eight months to him.

  He looks up and realizes what she’s saying, “Well, it’s been eight months, but it feels like forever. What do I do? Well, you could say I’m an investment broker. I do a lot of traveling as well… for business.”

  Jane’s mom gives him what seems like a thousand questions. Brad tries to answer them without disclosing too much of his identity.

  “Yes, I can’t wait to meet you, too. Thank you. It will be nice to have a sense of family again. Yes, both my parents died, and I was an only child. Thank you. Yes, I miss them a lot.”

  Brad starts tearing up, not realizing how alone he has been feeling in his life. The warmth in Jane’s mother’s voice helps him feel comforted again, as if he is already a part of her heart and family.

  When they hang up, he reaches over to Jane and pulls her closer to him. He starts bawling in her arms. She holds him and soothes him as he shares stories about how little compassion he has felt in his life, and how he has felt like an orphan since his parents died.

  Jane had no idea how much grief he carried inside him, and she feels so lucky he can open up to her. It is the greatest feeling in the world and something that makes her love him even more. She had no idea her love could help one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. She finally figures out how Brad really does need her and how she actually does have something to offer him.

  “Welcome to my family, Brad. I’m so glad my mom can be your mom, too. You don’t have to be alone ever again, I promise,” Jane soothes, “You are my one and only.”

  Brad looks up at her and sees the outline of her face, and marvels at how precious, sweet, and tender she looks. Her innocence glows through her. He can’t believe he met her and how loving she is. He reaches up to stroke her cheek and hair, tears still in his eyes.

  “I love you, Jane. I will always love you.”

  “I love you, too, Brad. You are the only man I want to be with.”

  She bends down toward him, his head laying in her lap, and she kisses his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. She cradles him back to sleep in her arms, and they spend the day together in bed.

  Chapter 64

  A few months later, Jane, her mom, and the bridal party are preparing for the wedding. It’s a gorgeous backyard wedding on the ranch where Brad and Jane will live. It’s an open field with lilac bushes all around them.

  Jane and her mom work on the table decorations, white with gold ribbon centerpieces, plus white and purple roses.

  “Oh Jane, I really am so happy you are getting married. I honestly didn’t think it would be this soon, or ever, for that matter. But this is better than I could have imagined.”

  “Really Mom? You never thought I’d get married? How come?” Jane asks curiously.

  “Well, you know, we never exposed you to boys, and you were so focused on your path as a ballerina. You also didn’t show much of an interest in them. I especially didn’t think you’d marry this young,” her mom responds.

  “Wow, I had no idea you thought that way, Mom. You and I really never talked about these things. It all just seemed off topic. Honestly, I had to figure all this out on my own, and the girls at school used to tease me because I hadn’t ever slept with anyone,” Jane says, recalling the hurt she experienced because of feeling so naïve and awkward.

  “Oh Jane. I’m so sorry. I really didn’t equip you for the world. You are so special, and I really thought boys would have distracted you,” her mom confided, trying to comfort her.

  “Well, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t be here today with Brad if I had been with anyone before. He was looking for a virgin, you know?”

  “Really? Interesting. I guess this all has a way of working out. You’re still a virgin, right?” her mom smiles, hoping it is true.

  “No comment, Mom,” Jane replies, turning her eyes away to look over at the next table to decorate.

  “Here, let’s keep working over here.”

  The sun starts to go down, and they only have a few more things left to put up. Brad is at the other side of the house with his buddies, and they have a huge spread laid out for a barbecue.

  Jane and her mom walk together slowly, wanting to get all their special moments in.

  “When did you realize you wanted to marry Dad?” Jane asks, surprised she never asked this before.

  “Oh well, that’s quite a story, I have to tell you. Where do I begin?” her mom considers. “Well, honestly, Jane, my mother thought it would be a good idea to meet him. His family was considered to be the envied family in the town. They had the latest farming technology and had the most money.

  “My mother would take me over to their farm all the time, from when I was a kid, right up to age 16. Finally, his mother forced him to ask me to the prom. He wanted to go with so many other girls, but his mom insisted he take me. So, he did… out of obligation.

  “He was nice enough, though he ignored me most of the night to be with his friends. Then, that summer, for some reason he wanted to ask me out on dates. I later found out that his mom had coerced him to do it, feeling sorry for me, but also because my mom was a new board member in the community.”

  As Jane’s mom is telling the story, Jane realizes her mom has never known love. She thought her mom and dad were pleasantly content with each other, but really, they never had feelings for each other. It was a marriage of convenience.

  “Wow, Mom, that’s so crazy. Did you date anyone else other than Dad?”

  “No, I really didn’t have a chance to. We just kept dating and then got married a year later. We took over his parent’s farm 10 years after that. It’s where we live now,” her mom sighs.

  “That’s so… oh Mom… that’s so sad,” Jane comments, reflecting on how her relationship with Brad is so different—the passion, the aliveness, the sex, the tenderness, and the deep desire.

  “Oh Mom, I’m so glad you didn’t pressure me to be with anyone, so that I could make the choice myself,” Jane acknowledges.

  “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, dear. I never wanted you to end up the way I did. I knew I was missing something,” she says, looking off into the distance, “but we wouldn’t have had you, now would we?”

  “Let’s go eat, Mom. We’ve worked hard for it.”

  “Yes, let’s,” says her mom, picking up the pace.

  Brad is chatting with his friends when he catches Jane’s eye.

  “Jane, come over here, sweetie. I want you to meet everyone.”

  Jane walks up beside him, and Brad wraps his arm around her.

  “Guys. This is the love of my life. No kidding. This woman has caught my heart in ways no one else ever could. She has brightened up my life and turned it upside down. Don’t unde
restimate what comes in small packages!

  “This is the woman I’m going to marry tomorrow, and I can’t wait to show her off to the world.” He leans over and kisses her in front of everyone.

  His friends cheer, hoot, and cat call. “Go get ‘er, buddy.”

  Jane looks over at her mom and dad, standing separately and not holding hands. Her mom has tears of joy in her eyes, seeing how much love is between her and Brad. Jane’s eyes well up, too, seeing how lucky she really is.

  Chapter 65

  At noon, Jane is in the room getting ready. Her mom is there helping her get dressed.

  “Here, Jane, don’t forget the bridal garter for your thigh,” says Barb, one of Brad’s closest friends. “It’s a good luck symbol to make sure he never strays on you,” she says, opening the small box.

  “I’ve never heard that tradition before, Barb,” Jane says, pulling the small garment out. “Besides, I know he would never cheat on me. That’s not his style.”

  “Never say never. We can all use safety measures,” Barb says. “Even though you are the cutest ballerina out there, we want to make sure he only has eyes for you.”

  “Oh, give me that!” Jane says, pulling it up her thigh. “There, does that make you feel better, Miss Cynical? I do hope one day you find true love, and you realize that not all men are pigs.”

  Jane’s mom gets her to suck in as she does up the back of her dress. It is made of fine satin, a white dress with a corset for a bodice. The train is about 12 feet long with delicate pink flowers on it.

  They put the veil on her head—a long one, reaching down her back. They fuss over her some more and primp her up before turning her to look in the mirror. Jane looks to see herself.

  “Oh my gosh! Wow! I can’t believe how much you guys made me look like a princess. I can’t even recognize myself.”

  “It’s because you are a princess, my dear,” whispers her mom. “It’s time you go out there to claim your prince.”

  Jane starts welling up.

  “No, you don’t, dear. You’ll ruin your makeup.”