by Mia Moore
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They’re doing really well. Juliana’s still in school, she hopes to go to college or whatever they call it in Chile. David and Katerina are still pretty young, ten and eleven now.
For the last three months I’ve been toying with the idea of just which university Juliana can get admitted into. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’ll be able to go anywhere in the world she wants to. None of my foster kids know yet just how wonderful their lives are going to become.
That’s right. I’m a multi millionaire. I got the money in the bank, and what it earns in a day just in interest is more than I make in a month working at Henry’s Diner. A. Month.
When I realized I had the winning ticket I was terrified. Terrified that somehow I was going to lose that scrap of paper, terrified that I was going to be home invaded or something.
Absolutely scared shitless that my father and brother would find out.
Thank God Ohio has a law that lottery winners can choose to remain anonymous.
I called in sick for a week and texted Lori and Marcie that I was going out of town with some guy for a few days. I just needed to get out of Black Rapids and let it sink in.
First thing I did was go to Akron to get my ticket validated and do all the prize claiming stuff. I was smart enough to open a checking/savings account in Akron—no way I was going to let anyone back home know about it.
I then went to Chicago, found a huge assed bank and had all the money transferred there for safekeeping. I now have a ‘Special Account Manager’ at Federated Bank. The guy’s ancient, and my $22 million is chicken feed compared to his other clients. Mr. Donahue puts 1/3 of my interest into my home based checking account every month. I’m going to have to tell him to stop though. Shit, I got over a hundred thousand dollars in it now, and it goes up by over a thirty thousand each month!
The only, and I mean O N L Y thing I’ve done up till now was replace my car. I replaced my twenty year old Chevy Cavalier, rust and all with a five year old Chrysler Sebring. I paid cash for it, but told everyone that I had a loan on it.
Other than that, I’ve just been living my life as close to normal as I can. I want to give myself six months to a year to figure everything out, and then I’ll make the changes. I read up on how people can self destruct when they come into this sort of money, and that’s the last thing I want. Shit, I could live rich just on the interest.
I have been looking at financial stuff online a lot though. It really isn’t all that hard to figure out. But for right now, I’m going to try to stay as normal as ever.
Except now…
I nuked a TV dinner, and booted up my laptop. I poured a stiff vodka tonic. The icy vodka burned an icy path down my throat, the ice cubes kissing my lips. Lori had come back from her vacation a new woman AND she’d had lots of sex.
Lori didn’t have a clue the kind of seed she planted when she told us about her vacay. I went right to the website for Hedonism II. When the page loaded, I clicked on the photos tab only to find a lot of slender, fit bodies laughing and having a great time as expected.
I did a Google search for other pictures. From real people, not models. I found a bunch of companies that sold packages, and began to browse their guest pictures. My eyes opened wider and I leaned closer to check out the people on the beach, at the pool and in the bars. Sure some of them looked like cheerleaders but there were normal looking people as well. The resort looked fresh; newly renovated and there were lots of theme parties. It could be fun, why not? After all, Lori had a great time, and I’m in better shape than she is. Maybe not by much, but …
And what the hell, going down there and being a Sex Kitten for a week could be just what the doctor ordered. A little R&R after the last few months.
I fished my American Express Black card from my purse and clicked on the bookings tab. Mr. Donahue at Federated Bank had gotten it for me three months ago…
****
He told me that flashing this card—a black titanium charge card—would make a lot of people sit up and take notice. It told the world I was filthy rich, and would get me top notch service anywhere.
“Some credit card,” I told him when he slid it across the desk in his magnificent office.
“Ms. Adams, it’s not a credit card. The bill must be paid within thirty days of receipt.”
“Oh? Or what? They call you or something?”
He shook his head, smiling. “No… it’s simply a matter of just the way it’s done. You must realize that it’s also my reputation at stake here. These are sent out on an invitation only basis. It’s a very, very exclusive account.” He sat back in his chair. “Perhaps, with your permission, we could have the bills sent here, to my attention, and I’ll ensure they’re paid on time.”
“Seems like a big deal over a credit card, Mr. Donahue.”
He grimaced again. “Charge card.”
I laughed. “I’m just messing with you, Mr. D., we both know I’m in way over my head.”
He sat straight up in his chair and looked across at me, placing both his hands on his desktop palms down. I noticed that his nails were perfect. Looking up at him, his silver hair also perfect, but his brown eyes almost sorrowful. He looked worried. About me?
He spoke softly. “You’re swimming in very deep, and very dangerous waters Ms. Adams.” From the moment we had been introduced, it was all ‘Ms.’ this and ‘Mr.’ that. “Sudden wealth is a traumatic change. So far, you’re handling it well, but yes, I am concerned for you.”
“I can handle it.”
“Ms. Adams, from what I have learned about you today, I know that you’re an intelligent young woman.” Young woman. Man, this guy’s ancient. I’m thirty two! “And I know that from what you’ve told me about the three children you’re sponsoring, that you have a kind heart. I’m very concerned that the wrong people will take advantage of your kindness.”
The man was serious. He wouldn’t let me leave the office without promising—he made me cross my heart! I had to promise him that if I spent more than $25,000 at one time I would call him first.
“Day or night, no matter what,” he said.
The man was looking out for me more than my own father ever had.
****
I held the credit card (‘Charge card, Ms. Adams!’) in my hand and said out loud, “Time to break you in, buddy.”
I booked the trip just for me. Top of the line accommodations. I was then directed to another website where I booked a flight.
On second thought, maybe I would take Colin with me. I could give him some song and dance about hitting the lottery for a few thousand, and he’d never be the wiser. Well, if he shows up tonight, I’ll see how he feels about it. His last text did say he intended to ‘stop over’ tonight.
Looking at the time, I saw that it getting pretty late. Colin was usually here by now. Damn, after looking at the pics on the web at Hedonism, I was all warmed up. The hell with it. There were still ice cubes in the drained glass when I set it on the coffee table and rose to my feet. I turned off the light and went into my bedroom to pull the comforter back on the king sized bed. The bed had been my one luxury that was brand new when I moved in. Growing up, I had felt like an Egyptian mummy wrapped in the covers of my twin bed, confined and alone in my tomb of a bedroom.
I slipped the tight hooker red sweater over my head and tossed it on my dresser. Next, my fingers pulled the snaps of my skirt and pushed it past my hips. Standing in my lacy black bra and panties, the soft ivory flesh of my thighs above the dark stay-up stockings, I frowned. This voluptuous hot woman had been dressed in her sexiest underwear for you, Colin and you lose. What’s more, if you’d showed up tonight, I probably would have taken you to on a Caribbean sex vacation. You blew it buster.
My panties, bra and stockings ended up in a heap on the floor and I opened my night stand. Scooping the vibrator in my hand I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. No, I would not think of Colin when I did this, even though of all the guys I’d been with,
he had the biggest cock and he knew how to use it.
Oh what the hell, I’d treat him like a piece of meat—the way he treated me.
I turned the vibrator on and slid it over my soft tummy to the flesh of my mons, teasing the lips of my pussy the way he did with his fingers. My legs parted and I pressed the buzzing tip against my clit. Oh God, jolts of pleasure shot through my stomach and my pussy became damp. It was his thick cock against me, dipping down to glaze itself with my slippery wetness, rolling upward through the furrow to my clit again.
This was how he liked to tease me—get me hot with his tongue or fingers on my clit, making me beg for his cock to fuck me. I pinched the nipple of my breast, hard; the way he did, and arched my back wanting more.
Oh God, the intensity of the vibration on my clit made me writhe and spread my legs wide. I was more than ready for a hot cock. I could see him in my mind’s eye, thick, pre-cum oozing from the head of his shaft. The vibrator in my hand was his cock, sliding between my folds to my opening.
I paused when my cell phone went off. It was the ring tone I’d selected for Colin’s call and texts. Great timing. What was he, telepathic or something? Maybe he was on his way over. I placed the vibrator on the bed and raced to the living room to grab the phone.
It was a text:
Jess, I need yr help. I’m in jail for assault and I need U to post bail. Can U call the bondsman?
My eyes squinted at the message and I pressed my lips together. Of all the nerve! He gets into a fight—probably a bar fight over something stupid— and now he expects me to bail him out. Again. I had posted bail for him six months ago—when I really couldn’t afford it. Even so, when I’d done it the last time he’d been all lovey dovey and had stayed around for a few days. The phone rang once more.
Please baby. I need you. I promise I’ll make it up to you. You’re all I got. I love U…
I slumped down into the sofa, staring at the lit screen in my hand. ‘You’re all I got’ was the only true thing he’d said. If he loved me, he wouldn’t treat me like this. As for paying me back, that was a joke. He still owed me three hundred from the last time!
“Fuck!” I shook my head and stood up wondering who was the bigger asshole—him, because that’s the way he rolls, or me, because of what I was about to do. Mr. Donohue had said I was soft hearted. Soft headed is more like it. I turned on the light and sat down once more to scroll through contacts to find the Bondsman’s number. The last time, they got Colin out pretty quick. He’d be here in about an hour or so.
Ten minutes later, the call made, I poured a bath, slathering the warm water with jasmine lotion. As I inhaled the floral scent, idly watching the bubbles climb higher in the tub. I stepped into the water and lay back, closing my eyes.
Yes, he’d be here in an hour. It was always him coming over here, because he still lived with his parents! At thirty four! Yes, there had been some good times; he could make me laugh so hard I would almost pee. And the sex was always, always great. For both of us. But the bad times, like tonight for instance, outnumbered the good ones.
It wasn’t that he beat me—the last time a man hit me was my father when I was 16. Colin never gave enough of a damn about anything I ever said or did to get that pissed off at me. I sat up in the tub. It just dawned on me.
He gave enough of a damn about something. Enough to get thrown in jail over it. Sure, maybe it was just some drunken argument. But he never got worked up disagreeing with me. He never got worked up over me at all. Except for the sex.
I cry easily. I never cry in front of other people. But when I’m alone, and I’m sad, I cry. When I was a teenager, I looked at myself in the mirror when I was all upset over some high school drama or other and wanted to see how I looked when I was crying. I look stupid when I do. My forehead gets all wrinkled and my nose gets dark red. When I cry I look like some sort of clown monster or something.
It dawned on me that Colin really didn’t care a damn bit about me. And I realized that I didn’t care all that much about him. I wanted to care, but really I didn’t. Tonight was going to be our last time together. I needed to move on.
And I softly cried in the tub.
Chapter 3: The Cow
I rubbed the tears from my cheeks and took a deep breath before running the soapy sea sponge over my arms and body. The sex tonight would be hot but bittersweet. And he wouldn’t even know.
Enough of this shit. If this was the last time we fucked, then it was going to be mind blowing. I stood up and wrapped a fluffy towel around my body, tucking the ends in at my breasts. My hips and thighs might be a bit fleshy but no one ever complained about the double D boobs. No, Colin and all the other guys liked to nuzzle into the girls.
I sprayed some cologne on my arms and neck and put my red satin bathrobe on, to wait for him in the living room. Strange, even when I’d hoped for more with him, I’d never given him keys to my apartment. Part of me must have always known that it wouldn’t work out.
A half hour later, the buzzer for the front door of the building startled me. I walked quietly through the hallway and when I opened the door, his familiar lopsided grin was before me.
“Hi Jess.” His strong arms enfolded me and his lips were on mine before I could even answer. God, he was a good kisser. My knees went weak and a jolt of pleasure shot to my pussy, when his tongue sought mine.
Sure, it was ‘just a kiss’. Sure, I knew where we were going to end up. Even so, Colin’s a great kisser. And I love being kissed well. Yes, he always closes his eyes; yes I’ve peeked. But it’s more than that. When he kisses me, and I don’t know how the hell he does it, I feel in my body and my heart that I’m the center of his universe.
Damn him. Why did he have to be so good at this?
He pulled back and his dark eyes, smiling looked into mine. “Thanks Baby. I knew I could count on you. Got a drink for your man?” There was dark stubble on his sculpted jaw and an unruly lock of hair drifted over one eyebrow. My breath hitched in my throat at how strong and sexy he looked in that moment. At six feet one, he towered over me by five inches. I’m a big girl in more ways than one. His height over my own 5’8” made me feel smaller.
“Sure. Come in and tell me what happened.” I stepped away and walked down the stairs to my apartment, feeling his eyes on my body.
I went to the fridge and got a beer for him, while he watched me, giving me his warmest smile.
“Can we talk about that later?” His fingers coiled around my wrist when I handed the beer to him. “Right now, I need you.” He pulled me after him, leading me to the bedroom.
I knew I shouldn’t let him get to me this way, turning to jello following his broad back and tight firm ass, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve always been a sucker for confident, strong men taking control.
I slipped the robe off and stood longing for him, while his eyes roaming over my body made me feel naked to the core. His fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang open to expose his muscular chest covered by dark hair, while he unbuckled the belt of his jeans.
My eyes were riveted to the crotch of his pants, to the thick bulge that he pushed the jeans over. Oh my God, it popped from its cotton prison, hanging thick beside his naked thigh. In a flash his shirt was off and he pulled the coverlet back.
“What’s this?” He chuckled and smirked at me.
“It’s more dependable than you.” I stepped forward and placed my hand on his hard shaft. “Even if it isn’t as big.”
I slipped past him and sat on the edge of the bed, still holding and rubbing his cock while I looked up into his eyes.
“Suck it. No one sucks cock like you do Jess.”
I leaned forward and swirled my tongue over the large knob, even though the obvious comparison with other women hurt. He tasted salty and a manly musk filled my nostrils as my mouth opened to take him in. His fingers threaded through my dark hair, urging my mouth towards him, to take him deeper. I cupped his tight balls in my palm while my other hand strok
ed the base of his shaft. I love giving head, always have. My mouth and hands being the source of his pleasure, and feeling him stiffen as I do is a turn on in its own right.
“Fuck that’s good Baby.” His hips thrust forward, shoving his cock deeper, while his hand held my head in place. “That’s it. All of it. Take it.”
I lifted my hands and pushed at his stomach and thighs while pulling my head back, fighting the gag reaction. He was doing this too fast, almost choking me. “Slow down,” I said, clasping at his hips. He did and stroked into my mouth.
I held my hand at the base of his shaft as he slid in and out of me. His slight gasp was accompanied by a taste of pre-cum on my tongue. Satisfied, I gave him a squeeze with my hand and took my head away.
I pushed him away and eased back on the bed and spread my legs. “Your turn.” Going down on me was something he rarely did, but tonight I wasn’t letting him off the hook.
There was just a nano second when the expression on his face changed—a flash of anger?—before he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hand snaked past my body and when it returned to my crotch, the vibrator was in it.
His fingers parted the folds of my pussy and placed the vibrator at my opening, just pressing the tip of it inside. God, my clit was a hard nub, throbbing for the touch of his tongue. His thumb grazed over it back and forth sending hot lust through my body. I needed more. He blew softly on my clit and continued stroking it, rolling into in circles until I could have screamed. My hips thrust upward and still he teased me with his fingers.
