by Vera Roberts
“We need someone like him to keep us on our toes. We need someone like him to remember why we got into the business to begin with!” Rich smiled.
“So why did you come in here to speak with me?” Lily was confused. “I thought you wanted to fire him?”
“Fire him? Fuck no!” Mike laughed. “We want to give that motherfucker a promotion and stock in the company! We’re keeping his ass!”
Book III –
Mariana
Chapter One
Year 2011
“So what do you do for a living?” The blonde asked Scott.
Scott was already bored. He had been on the date for only 20 minutes and already thought of other things he would rather be doing. He took Jeff’s advice and placed an ad on Match.com despite not feeling the mood to date anyone. But Jeff was persistent. “Bro, you need to get your dick wet. I’ve seen how big your arms have gotten. That ain’t just by working out.”
By online dating standards, Scott was successful. He averaged three dates a week. While his wallet might have suffered a little, his cock was getting plenty of action. His number of sexual partners had steadily increased over the past year with no signs of slowing down. Some women were so good, they became regular partners. “As long as it’s clear I’m not your boyfriend,” Scott pointed out, “I’ll take you to dinner and fuck your brains out, but I’m not meeting your parents.”
“I’m an advertising executive,” Scott answered as he drove to the fancy restaurant he picked out. “What do you do…” He quickly scanned his memory for her name. She was his third date that week and the women were starting to fade into one another. “…Geraldine.”
“I’m an actress,” she giggled, “nothing major yet but bit parts here and there.”
“So what do you do in the meantime?” Scott asked.
“I’m a receptionist,” Geraldine smiled, “not a great way to earn a living but it’s a start.”
“Better than nothing,” Scott added.
“I guess,” Geraldine looked around in Scott’s Mercedes. “This is a very nice car you have here, Scott.”
And now it starts. The false promises by many women on not wanting to date a man for his money became very apparent the moment he picked them up in his car. When Scott took them back to his house, he didn’t even have to beg them to have sex. They willingly dropped their panties. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” Geraldine squeezed Scott’s thigh and rested her hand on it.
Scott glanced down at Geraldine’s hand and then to her. This is going to be an easy one.
****
“Mmm…are you enjoying yourself, baby?” Geraldine stopped sucking Scott’s cock long enough to ask. She jacked him with a free hand.
“Oh yes,” Scott winced. Dinner was uneventful. Scott feigned interest as he listened to Geraldine talk about her goals and past achievements. She was an accomplished lead cheerleader in high school and community college. She loved dancing and was curiously obsessed with Facebook. Her favorite shows included some variation of the Real Housewives series and whatever else junk they showed on TV. She hoped to get married before she was 30. Geraldine was currently 28.
Scott briefly entertained the idea of asking Geraldine what she thought about Karl Rove and what her position was on the Iraq war but he thought otherwise. He knew not only would she not know who Karl Rove was, she would probably confuse him with Karl Lagerfeld like a previous date did. I need to stop dating these stupid bitches.
He slightly jumped up when Geraldine rubbed him a bit too raw. She was about to yank the skin off his cock. Scott tried to figure out why her method of rubbing him was East-West and not North-South like a normal person. But it still felt better than her lackluster sucking skills. He didn’t know what she called it but it most certainly was not a blow job.
“That’s good, baby,” Geraldine went back to sucking Scott. He humored her for a couple more minutes before finally stopping her. Whatever she was doing was causing more harm than good.
“I want to try something,” Scott walked to the top drawer and opened it. He pulled out rope and a vibrator. He turned around rejoined Geraldine on the bed. “Tell me whenever I’ve gone too far.”
“Ooh, kinky!” Geraldine smiled. “I like a man who’s kinky!”
“I bet you do,” Scott raised Geraldine’s arms up and tied them to his headboard. He slid down her body and turned out the rabbit vibrator. “Tell me when you’re in pain.”
“Mmm…I can’t wait!” Geraldine licked her lips.
Scott inserted the vibrator inside Geraldine and pressed the rabbit against her clit. He moved the vibrator inside her as the rabbit tickled her clit. He moved the vibrator inside her faster causing Geraldine to twist her body. She moaned loudly and her back arched off the bed. “Oh Scott, oh Scott…I’m about cum…I’m about cum.”
Good. It’ll shut you up for a minute. Scott drove the vibrator more inside Geraldine and she came seconds later. She let out a high-pitched scream and convulsed over the bed like she was having a seizure. Scott sat back on his heels and just watched her. He was about to call 911 when she finally stopped. “Scotty, that was amazing.”
The ghost of Caprina came back to haunt Scott. My precious Scotty. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Geraldine panted and sighed several times. Scott waited for her to clutch her pearls and faint because she was being so dramatic. “You are by far, the best lover I’ve ever had and I’ve had my fair share, let me tell you. But you…you’re just amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” Scott untied Geraldine and laid beside her. “You know what’s really sexy?” He whispered in her ear as he played with her clit. “Cleaning my kitchen. Seeing your hands get wet and sudsy, maybe accidentally splash some water on your body as you’re cleaning. That’s very sexy.”
“Mmm…” Geraldine nodded. “I’ll get started now.” She got out of bed and proceeded to Scott’s kitchen.
Scott placed his hands behind his head and smiled. If he could get his dates to clean his kitchen, he wouldn’t have to worry about it. It was good to be him.
Chapter Two
As usual, he promised her a nice dinner. As usual, he pretended to be interested in what she had to say. As usual, she pretended to be interested in him, the person, not his wealth. As usual by the end of the night, Caprina will be spread eagle and have some guy stick his lame dick inside her and pretend to rock her world.
It was the same cat and mouse game she had played her entire life. She had gotten so used to be being the plaything, she should’ve been renamed that instead. Caprina was bored. She should’ve been used to him already but she wasn’t. She was stuck.
“Oh baby, oh baby, oooh girl…” The man moaned as he thrust faster inside her. “Do you like it, ‘Prina? You like my big dick inside you, honey?”
Motherfucker, if this is your definition of big, Trojan needs to redesign their Magnums to fit preemies. “Oh yes, caro,” Caprina purred into her lover’s ear, “this feels sooooo good.”
“Goddamn, you’re tight!” The man huffed. “Your pussy is on fire, baby! On fire!”
Is that supposed to turn me on? Caprina rolled her eyes and silently prayed the man would be done and over soon. Within a few seconds, she got her wish. Thank you, God. When it was over, Caprina got up and went to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared. Her body was greasy.
Her eyes, however, were the striking point. They were lifeless. What in the hell are you doing, Caprina? What happened to the bitch that dominated the runways? What happened to the bitch that made headlines? Now I’m just a glorified call girl.
“Everything okay, ‘Prina?” The man called out to her from the bedroom.
“Everything’s fine, caro!” Caprina shouted back and turned on the faucet. She knew he couldn’t read her thoughts but if the man heard the water running, he wouldn’t try to barge in and be a hero.
Her life had gone down the drain hard and fast. Maga
zine editors replaced models on their covers with celebrities and tabloid reality show darlings. She was sick of that. No one wore anything until a supermodel wore it first. No one had heard of the designers until a supermodel made them famous. These weren’t opinions; they were facts.
Caprina needed to make a comeback and make a big one. She needed to be back on the scene. She needed to grace magazine covers for the right reasons. She needed to be the reason why people are talking.
She needed…Scott.
Chapter Three
“Good Morning, Elissa,” Scott walked up to her desk.
“Good Morning, Scott,” Elissa handed him his telephone messages, “you have a visitor in your office.”
“I do?” Scott looked at his Cartier. It was 10 AM and his first appointment wasn’t until after lunchtime. “You know I don’t like surprise visitors.”
“I know and I tried to stop her but well, she was so charming,” Elissa nervously smiled.
“She?” Scott particularly didn’t like it when his dates showed up at his place of business. He made an effort to keep his personal and professional life separate. The last thing he needed was a stalker. He dealt with that already. “Who?”
“I couldn’t really get the gist of her name,” Elissa tried to remember. “Lenora? Manora?”
Scott stared straight ahead into the empty space in front of him. “Sanora,” he whispered. The name still caused shivers in his being. He felt his cock harden.
“That’s it!” Elissa smiled. “She’s in the office waiting for you.”
Scott hurried into his office and saw Sanora staring out into the skyscrapers before her. She was wearing a black business suit with high heels and a wide-brimmed hat to match.“When I was a little girl, I always wanted to live in Los Angeles. I would visit my cousins out here and my parents and I would pass downtown L.A. on the way to see them. And I would sit in the backseat, looking at all of the skyscrapers and think, ‘I would love to live here!’ and so I am.” She finally turned around. She was beautiful as ever. “How’s my Scott doing?”
Scott walked over to her and immediately kneeled before Her. He hadn’t seen Her since their Italy excursion. He often wondered how She was and thought about Her all the time. He hoped to run into Her at the scene but She was never around. If he didn’t know better, he thought Sanora was deliberately avoiding him. “Mistress,” he kissed Her hand, “what brings this visit?”
“I wanted to see how you were doing. You’ve been awfully quiet. I see you’re doing pretty well,” Sanora admired his office, “very nice digs, Scott.”
He stood up and walked her over to the couch. “Thank you.” He poured a glass of Glenfiddich for her and one for himself. “How can I help you, Mistress?”
“You need help renovating your home so I hear,” Sanora mentioned, “I can help.”
Scott had wanted to renovate his home for a long while but never cared enough to do it. “How did you know I needed to renovate my house?” Scott asked.
“Scott,” Sanora smiled, “I know everything.”
Scott already knew the answer before he asked the question. “How long have you been watching me?”
“A while,” Sanora reverted back to her trademark vagueness.
Scott conceded. “What do you need from me?”
“Hand me your house keys and I’ll take over,” Sanora nursed her glass, “it’ll take all day.”
“And who do I write the check out to?”
“It’s on the house,” Sanora’s lips turned into her trademark snarl. “I got it.”
Scott smiled. The only people he knew who had that kind of money, power, and influence were royalty and politicians. He had to know. “What is it that you do for a living?”
Sanora pulled Scott’s face to hers. She trailed the outline of his lips with her tongue. “Magic.”
****
Scott arrived home from work and could already tell he was at a different home. It was painted white with a dark purple trim. A white picket fence was placed around the front yard. Fresh grass was implanted and a sprinkler system was installed.
When Scott entered his home and was floored by the new design. The walls were freshly painted with a cream color. A brand-new LCD TV hung on the wall above the fireplace and it was flanked by two large sconces. The living room floor was covered with a large Persian rug and two large sofas surrounded it. The kitchen contained top-of-the-line equipment with marble countertops.
The master bedroom was a replica of the room at the villa. A large four-post bed was in the center with mirrored wall on one side. His bathroom had a spa and large shower. Scott walked throughout the home and felt very blessed by what he saw. On the way to Italy, he had briefly mentioned to Sanora about certain things he wanted in his home but they were very expensive and beyond his reach at the time. Years later, he never cared enough about his home to upgrade it since he was always at work or at the gym.
His kinky godmother blessed him with a gift. “You knew what I wanted,” Scott whispered.
“Darling, I know everything. You keep forgetting that,” Sanora smiled.
“This is just amazing,” Scott stood in his fantasy home. “I really cannot thank you enough for this.”
“Now that’s out of the way, you need someone to help clean your home. Your home is too big for you to care about alone.” Sanora took out a small folder and handed it to Scott, “here is a list of candidates for you to consider.”
Scott opened the folder and flipped through the pages. “You own a cleaning service?”
“It’s one of my many side projects, yes,” Sanora nodded.
The mystery of Sanora continued. If owning a business was a side project to her, Scott wondered what she really did for a living. “Why do I get the feeling I hardly know you?”
“Scott, there’s a whole lot you don’t know about me and I prefer to keep it that way,” Sanora smiled.
Scott was smart enough not to pursue it further. “Is there someone in here you recommend?” He asked.
“Actually, yes,” Sanora took out a resume, “this one.”
Scott looked through the woman’s resume. She didn’t have much cleaning experience. In fact, she didn’t have much working experience at all. “Mariana Harlow, huh?”
“She’s beautiful, feisty, and pretty impressionable,” Sanora had already taken a liking to her. “I’ve set up interviews with all of the girls tomorrow when you come home.”
Sanora’s choice of Mariana didn’t get unnoticed by Scott. “I’m not interested in dating anyone right now, Mistress,” he warned.
“I know,” Her lips curled up into the trademark snarl again.
Scott raised an eyebrow. “But there’s another reason you’re recommending her to me.”
Sanora pulled Scott closer to Her and whispered in his ear. “There’s always an ulterior motive for everything I do, Scott.” She emphasized the S again and playfully bit his ear.
Italy memories flooded Scott’s being. He craved Her now.“When can I see you again?”
“Look at me as your guardian angel. I’ll always be around.” Sanora put on Her hat and interlocked arms with Scott, who walked Her to the awaiting Bentley.
Scott bowed down and kissed Her hand. “How can I ever repay you?”
“You will. Trust me.” Sanora prophesized. The anticipation of what was yet to come was growing thick and hot. She had to simmer her own heat to calm down. “You will.”
Chapter Four
“Let’s go out to lunch today,” Sarah Roberts asked her best friend.
“Girl, you know I can’t afford lunch.”
“Del Taco is having a good deal on their tacos now.”
“Ooh, really?” Mariana Harlow’s face lit up. She knew she could scrape up some loose change somewhere in the bottom of her Coach purse.
Mariana had gotten quite used to be being broke. Well, the term she preferred was broke-ass. It sounded like a party. It sounded fun. It wasn’t. She barely had enough change f
or Del Taco. She decided to forgo laundry for the week to satisfy her stomach. She had plenty of clothes to wear. All she needed to do was Febreeze some of them.
Still, Mariana’s lifestyle and shopping habits were much bigger than any income she was bringing in. Her parents only offered to pay for tuition and textbooks; anything else was Mariana’s responsibility. She did well for a while until she discovered how much she liked the mall. But the real budget killer was her discovery of Amazon. Then she went buckwild. Overdrawn. Maxed-out. The story of my life.
