by Audrey Storm
“Now, Ivy, I want you to understand that no one can know about what we did. I mean no one. If it were to get out that a doctor of my age was fucking a girl your age, it could end my career. You do understand that, right?” he asked.
“Of course I understand, Dr. Shaffer,” I said looking down at the floor, realizing I was nothing more than a dirty little secret to him.
“But that does not mean that this cannot continue. In fact, I would really like for it to continue, if you would allow it. Ivy, your body…” he looked away for a minute. “The things that it does to me, I have not felt this way since I was your age.”
I sat there, not knowing what to say, and smiled at him. “I enjoyed it too,” I replied.
I stood up to leave and he stopped me, “Remember what I said, Ivy. No one can know.” I nodded my head and let myself out of his house. I carefully walked to my car and took my time getting in the driver’s seat. It was going to be a few days before I would be able to sit normal again.
I wanted to call Valarie, but Dr. Shaffer’s words rang in my ears, “No one can know.” I did not want to be the reason for him losing his career. I actually wanted to come back and see him once my pussy had healed. I wanted to fuck him again as soon as I could.
I drove home and spent the day recovering from my adventure with Dr. Shaffer. The rest of the weekend flew by and I was excited for the first time to go into work on Monday morning. I wanted to see Dr. Shaffer and I wanted to see if he would act strange around me.
I walked into the office that morning and, as always, was met with glares. I assumed that the nurses thought they would have me fired and not have to put up with me again. Dr. Shaffer walked in and told me he needed to see me in his office.
I began to get nervous, thinking that he was going to fire me right then and there, but when I walked into his office he closed the door behind me and I looked up at him. He had a huge smile on his face as he was looking down at me.
Dr. Shaffer grabbed me and kissed me hard. He groped at my body, instantly causing me to become wet. I wanted him right there but I knew that was not an option. He moved my hand down his body and onto his hard cock. I knew he had been waiting all weekend to see me as well.
I looked up at him as he unzipped his pants. “You have to be quiet,” he said, locking his office door. He jerked my pants down, bent me over his desk and fucked me right there. I made sure that I made no noise. I did not want anyone knowing about our little secret. When he was finished, he pulled up my pants and put his cock away, still dripping with my juices.
“Now, what do you say we take care of this little issue you are having?” he asked.
We walked out of his office and into the reception area. Dr. Shaffer told one of the ladies to go find all of the nurses. Once they had all joined us, he began the meeting.
“It has been brought to my attention that many of you do not like having Ms. Ivy working in the office. Several of you have come to me and told me that she has a bad attitude and that you do not want her to be paired with you,” he began. “This is something that I want to settle right now. From now on, I am going to pair Ivy with each of you to ensure that she gets the most from her time here. If there are any complaints about this arrangement, you will be asked to leave my practice and not return.”
I stood there in shock, not knowing what to think. I looked around the room, and I was not the only one who was shocked. I could see the looks of horror on each of their faces.
“I have allowed this young girl to come and work in this office through a program at her school, and I intend for her to learn everything she can,” Dr. Shaffer continued. “If this does not happen I will count it as a failure on your part and it could affect your bonuses at the end of the year. Are there any problems with what I have said?”
No one dared to say a word. They knew that not only their bonuses were on the line but their jobs as well. If Dr. Shaffer fired them, they would have a very hard time finding more work.
The nurses began to disperse and Dr. Shaffer looked down at me. “If there are any more issues, let me know,” he said, smiling.
The rest of the summer was amazing. I worked hard at the office and learned a lot. Dr. Shaffer and I met up after work almost every night and we spent all of our weekends together. When fall came and school began, he told me that I was always welcome back at his office and wrote me a glowing letter of recommendation. I will never forget the man who taught me what it was like to be fucked by someone who knew what he was doing, and I definitely will never forget that summer. I never told anyone, not even Valarie. It was our dirty little secret.
THE END
Second Chance with the Stepbrother
Second Chance with the Stepbrother
Chapter 1
Shannon Michaels looked at her reflection and sighed. She must have been looking at herself for a whole ten minutes before Mika, one of the waitresses at Locatelli’s Kitchen, Shannon’s new work place.
“Hey, your shift is on,” Mika said as she looked at her. Shannon turned around and sighed again.
“This is not for me, Mika,” she said in a whisper. “I mean, look at me…I am a plus size woman, a far cry from the rest of the people in here.”
Mika smiled.
“You look just fine and thank your lucky stars that you came out here when the boss approved the whole pants uniform.” She walked up to where Shannon was and turned her around. “Look at that,” she said as she stood behind her in front of the mirror.
“All I see is what I see every single day,” Shannon said, shrugging.
“And what is that?” Mika asked again.
“Well, like I said before…a big woman of color staring back at me,” Shannon said, shrugging again.
“That is your mistake right there, Shan,” Mika said as she rubbed his shoulders. “See, I am looking at a curvy beautiful woman who is so full of life and whose hair and ass makes me wish my parents had travelled a little more.” A smile played on Shannon’s lips.
“You realize that you are talking about you folks sex life, right?” she asked and Mika nodded.
“Unfortunately for me, my parents were…are hippies and quite honestly I heard them being intimate more times than I could be comfortable with.” She sighed. “Talking about their sex life is like breathing.”
“And you turned out so well,” Shannon said in a cynical voice.
“Come on, this is important. Enough talk about my horny parents,” Mika said again. “There is a reason why you were picked out of a pool of other women. You were the best one in the room.”
Shannon took a long deep breath. Mika was right. Locatelli’s Kitchen was not just any restaurant. It was a four star establishment. It might have been a job she got out of convenience but she was happy it was at Locatelli’s. After all, most waiters didn’t make nearly as much as what she stood to make.
“So, are you ready?” Mika asked. “Because Vincenzo likes to meet the staff before the diner rush.” Shannon nodded again. “Just relax and smile through the next five hours. You will be just fine, okay?” Mika asked as she adjusted Shannon’s tie.
“Let’s do this,” Shannon said before they walked out of the cloak room.
This was Shannon’s first day at the restaurant and she was already feeling strange about being there. She was not sure whether it was the heels or the fact that she was surrounded by a bunch of hot size eight women that made her feel uneasy. Unfortunately for her, she had grown up in a world where zero was the perfect size and where being thin meant getting every hot man you set your eyes on. Shannon had always been a little chubby but in her twenties she had finally managed to gain control of her weight. She had been a steady size sixteen for almost two years and she had been working hard to maintain it even though it was not easy. She craved for sugary treats and cakes with fattening frosting but she could only do that every so often.
When she got to the floor, her new boss Matthew Dickens looked at her.
“And there she
is, our newest member,” he said with a smile and the rest of the staff applauded. “I know this might seem weird but here at Locatelli’s we like to think of ourselves as a family. So, welcome to LK Shannon Michaels,” Matthew said and Shannon nodded.
“I’m glad to be here,” she said in a soft voice.
“Well, we will be having a little celebration later so everyone can get to know you better,” Matthew said. “Alright guys. Doors open in fifteen. Let’s hassle,” he added with a clap before he walked out.
Shannon looked at Mika and shrugged.
“So, I thought I was going to be meeting the chef,” she said.
“Yeah, I guess Vincenzo has some secret sauce brewing or something. But don’t worry, he is going to be around at the end of the shift,” Mika said, handing her a notepad and pen.
“My tools of trade, I presume,” Shannon said, smiling. Mika nodded.
“Yeah. Hell breaks loose when you are serving one of those entitled socialites the wrong thing and you wouldn’t want to be in that situation. I can guarantee you that.”
Shannon smiled.
“No I wouldn’t,” she said.
“Now go out there and smile for tips,” Mika said in a whisper before she walked away.
****
After three hours, Shannon had completely changed her mind about working at Locatelli’s. It was a far cry from every other restaurant she had come to know of. The place was great…awesome even. But everything changed when Matthew asked her to tend to a private booth in the east wing of the restaurant. She’d heard that the people in private booths were pretty great tippers and she was assured of a hefty tip. And judging by the way she was doing so far, she knew that her first day was going to be great.
Shannon made her way to the private booth and she was just about to walk in when she heard a familiar voice. She stopped in her tracks and bit her lower lip as she listened in. Her heart was racing and her ears seemed to be ringing.
“It can’t be,” she thought as she listened to that all too familiar voice. She would have loved to be mistaken but the truth was that she was sure she was listening to the same voice she had grown up hearing. The same voice she had heard for eight years of her life. She suddenly couldn’t breathe. She turned around and began walking to the back of the restaurant.
“Shan, have you already taken the booth order?” Mika asked as Shannon walked past her. But Shannon never answered. “Shannon!” Mika called out but her friend was already out the door.
When she got out of the door, she leaned against the wall and took long deep breaths.
“It can’t be…It can’t be Nate,” she thought as she closed her eyes. “Not after so long…” She was trying hard to control her breathing but it seemed to be harder than she intended it to be.
“Shannon,” Mika said as she rushed over to where she was. “What the hell is going on?” Shannon shook her head.
“I can’t serve that booth, Mika,” she said.
“What?”
“I can’t do this…please…talk to…anyone. Give me another table, please.” There was a tear rolling down her cheek. “Please…don’t make me go back in there.”
Mika raised an eyebrow over the other. She had never seen Shannon like this.
“Okay, okay. Just chill okay?” she started as she put her hands on Shannon’s shoulders. “I’ll tell Mathew to assign you another wing…but…” Shannon shook her head before Mika had a chance to finish what she was saying.
“Please Mika,” Shannon begged. She was now looking into her friend’s eyes. “Please.”
Mika rolled her eyes.
“Fine,” she said in defeat. “But Matthew will want an explanation sooner than later.”
“I know, but right now I just need you to cover for me,” Shannon pleaded as another tear rolled down her other cheek.
“Fine…just…” Mika took another long deep breath. “Fine,” she said again before she walked back into the restaurant leaving Shannon leaning against the wall. She had about a million questions running through her head. She wanted to just go home, to be away from the shit storm that was definitely about to blow up in her face. Anyone else would have been convinced that she was being paranoid but after hearing that very voice for eight years, she was sure that she could not have been mistaken. Nathan Willoughby who had once been his stepbrother was in the very restaurant she was working in.
****
Nathan looked around the table and smiled at his potential business partners.
“So, guys. I know that this is a little new and everything but I am a success story if ever there was one and I had absolutely no idea what the software business was all about when I first started out with AppScape,” he explained.
“Wait, are you trying to say that you didn’t actually know anything about software development?” Stevie Launders, one of the three men at the table said. Nathan smiled.
“True story,” he said with a smile.
“But the gofer app was a big hit,” Stevie said and Nathan nodded.
“It was but I cannot tell you the first thing about it. All I wanted to do is to get an Uber like platform connecting people looking for assistant jobs with the people looking to give out said jobs.” He took a sip of his wine. “Once the idea was born, I partnered with developers and voila, FAM was born.”
“FAM, as in Find A Messenger,” Pete Lowe, one of the men seated at the table said with a smile.
“Yeah. The words ‘Find A Messenger’ were a little too long,” Nathan said, smiling.
“So this new app, you are suggesting,” Pete asked.
“SubFeed,” Nathan said. “It is mainly a healthy diet planner for people who have a hard time keeping a diet. My app geniuses have already done their part and come up with the app. And it has already been tested.”
“It sounds like a good idea but how exactly does it work?” Stevie asked.
“The major reason people fail to stick to their diets is that they don’t want to give up the sweet and savory taste. I mean, who wants to give up cake for kale, right?” Nathan started. “But SubFeed gives you a healthier alternative without having to completely sacrifice your taste buds.”
“So, people get the same sweets they are giving up?” Pete asked and Nathan shook his head.
“No, not really. They are getting nature’s sweetness…we are talking foods sweetened by nature’s ingredients: honey, dried fruit substrates, and the like. And as far as meats are concerned, bland diets but also stores around the country that deliver healthy but delicious food.” Nathan paused and smiled. “The restaurant we had our first meeting is exclusively part of this business actually.”
Pete and Stevie exchanged a knowing glance.
“The Park Tavern?” Stevie asked and Nathan nodded. “But I had the most delicious shank…”
“With just twenty per cent calories and an olive oil garlic glaze,” Nathan said proudly.
“So are you looking for a partner for the app or the restaurant?” Stevie asked.
“Actually, the app is already set and ready to roll out but its success depends largely on the success of The Park Tavern going national,” Nathan said as he pushed his iPad to their side of the table. “Judging from the success of The Park Tavern in Virginia, my accounts team can be able to guarantee a five figure turnover in the first quarter alone.”
Stevie and Pete looked at each other and Pete leaned forward.
“We will be honest with you Nathan, we were skeptical but The Park Tavern changes everything.” A smile played on Nathan’s lips.
“Great,” he said. “So should I pop the champagne?”
“Depends,” Pete said.
“See, your proposal demands for a twenty five per cent stake but if you are looking to be the next KFC or something maybe we should reconsider our figures,” Stevie went on and Nathan nodded.
“So, what are we talking here?” he asked. “Thirty per cent? Thirty five maybe?”
“Sixty,” Pete suddenly said and Nat
han’s eyes grew wide.
“Don’t you think that is a little on the higher side?” he asked.
“You are asking to take an entirely new restaurant national, Nate. I don’t think you realize just how much work goes into that.”
Nathan looked at the two men for a long second before he smiled. He wanted to tell them to shove it where the sun don’t shine but at the same time, he didn’t want to seem disrespectful.
“Why don’t I have a talk with a few people at Willoughby Inc. and get back to you on that?” he asked.
There was a long silence from the two men before they finally talked.
“Sounds great. We will be waiting to hear from you,” Pete said.
“Yes but don’t take too long,” Stevie said and Nathan nodded.
“I will be in touch,” he said as the two men stood up from the table. He had an insincere smile as they shook hands saying their goodbyes.
“They can take the sixty per cent and shove it up their asses,” he thought as a waiter walked to his table. He smiled as he handed his credit card to the waiter before he took one last sip of his wine. If he was not driving he would have downed one full bottle. “Sixty per cent,” he said under his breath and sighed.
At that moment, he realized that he had made the wrong choice in trying to find a partner. Stevie and Pete were the kind of people who went after hard working people just to profit off their hard work and there was no way in hell he was going to let them have sixty per cent of SubFeed or The Park Tavern.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and put it on the table when the waiter came back.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Willoughby,” the waiter said.
“Always a pleasure being here. My compliments to the chef. That turbo fillet was amazing,” Nathan said as he stood up.
“I will pass the message sir,” the waiter said as he handed the credit card back to Nathan.
“Guess The Park Tavern going national is going to have to wait,” he thought as he made his way outside. He had hoped that the meeting would be a success and that in the next four to five months, SubFeed would be serving all fifty states but given how greedy Stevie and Pete seemed, he would have much rather been late in his plan than have to sell his entire life’s dreams.
