by E. Walsh
The problem was that she was an employee, and the way that they worked her, she never got to really enjoy herself. It was a shame. They should let have some fun sometimes. Instead she had to head in and see what was happening.
As soon as she opened the door, she was bombarded by a baseball bat to the shin. “OW!” She reached down and grabbed the two year old, “Tom-Tom just what do you think you are doing?” She sat him down in a tiny chair in the corner and said, “No!” she turned to walk away and he got up with tears streaming down his face, making a savage noise. She grabbed him right back up and set him back down in the corner. “No!” As soon as she turned around he was up again and he had a tiny toy gun in his hand that was pointed right at her. That was it.
She pulled him up and sat down in the rocking chair. She bent him over her knees and pulled down his diaper to smack him good, but as soon as her hand was about to make its mark, she noticed his dad standing in the doorway.
He was a big man, but extremely muscular with a simple taste for tight shirts and jeans. He was the king of the castle and the man who built everything. With his dark black hair and tanned skin, he seemed dark and menacing.
“OUT!” He ran in and grabbed her by the collar, while carefully placing his son on the ground. He had her several feet off the ground as he took the steps two by two to the front door where he threw her to ground and her face hit the concrete. “NOBODY HITS MY CHILDREN!” He slammed the door and walked away. Amber tried to stifle her giggles, but by the way Bruce glared at her playfully, she could see that he heard her.
She ran up to catch with him as he strolled into the warm air on the veranda direct across from the front door. “I know somebody who’d work out really well, Dad.”
“She can’t come from one of those stupid agencies. I’ll need to do a background check. Anything is better than this.” The way he was blocking out the sun made him seem like a titan. “Are you listening to me Amber?” He looked back to see that she was staring at him blankly.
“Hmm?” Her voice was dreamy, like she was a million miles away.
“Call your friend. Get her over here.”
“Alright.” She just stood there looking at her dad.
He was both the staunch, serious businessman and the archetypal prankster. This man took up more of her thoughts than anyone she’d ever met. Being close to him was like being close to the sun. It didn’t matter which form he took, he was the most intense person she’d ever met, and she loved him.
He came up and gave her a kiss on the forehead then he looked down at her. “You are so beautiful. I should’ve listened to you when you told me about her. I apologize.”
“You needed to make the decision, not me. I’m not their mother.”
He took her hand. “You might as well be.”
They came together years ago, when her mother died. She’d left her father and gone out on her own, wanting to prove she could make it without him. They’d never met until that day when they showed up at his door and he knew. The boys weren’t his, but they might as well have been. They were so tiny when they came. Tom-Tom was an infant. It’d be been two years and the two had grown to love one another.
He’d always sent them money, hoping to have their mother back, or at least make sure that his children were taken care of; that was the kind of man he was. He loves his children more than anyone else in the world. He was an amazing father. Through his financial support, which their mother had been forced to take, Amber had been given the privileged life that she deserved, but it wasn’t until she met Bruce that she found the father she had always wanted.
She’d wanted that more than anything else in the world. She needed a man to love her and take care of her. She wanted their strong hands, and he needed a daughter, a girl to appreciate and take care of them. They were both exactly what the other one wanted. They were kindred spirits.
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Chapter 3
The two girls were sitting in the school courtyard with cigarettes in their hands. They huddled under the little umbrella tables trying to ignore the harsh California sun, but it wasn’t working. There were mosquitoes everywhere, and their eyes were burning from the harsh light.
“I need something, Amber.” Amanda was getting restless. The girl knew something she just didn’t want to bring it up yet. She had this infuriating way of doing that for no reason.
“Well, come to the main house tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. We need somebody to watch Tom-Tom and Jaden, and I can’t take care of them and go to school.”
“Babysitting?”
“He’s gonna pay you good. It’s not like he’s gonna pay you 20 bucks a week or something.”
“This is too good to be true. What’s the catch?” Amanda was having a hard time believing that a 45 year old billionaire simply wanted her to watch his adopted children.
“It’s just pretty straight forward. Our last fiasco refused to watch them then tried to hit Tom-Tom, and she didn’t even remember Jaden’s name.”
“Really?” Amanda was trying to stifle her giggles, but Amber noticed and they both started laughing.
“She would sneak into our theater and turn on soap operas instead of watching them,” Amber added with a sour face.
“She’s not allowed to exist.” Amanda put out her cigarette. “Alright. I’ll head over tonight. I’ve never been to the main house. Where is it?” Amber gave her the address and they parted ways.
It would be good money--more than Amanda had ever made, but the idea of working with Bruce was daunting. She wasn’t just the babysitter, which would be part of her job, she was also going to be their governess. She would handle them on a regular basis, and it would mean that she would have to deal with Bruce every day. She might even be alone with him.
When she walked in the door after class, her parents were waiting in the sitting room quietly. Her mother had a plate of plain sugar cookies and a glass pitcher of Kool-Aid set out on the coffee table. Amanda tried to make a dive for the stairs, but her mother was as quick as lightning.
“Amanda, sweetie, would you come sit down with us and have cookie.”
“I’ve got a lot of homework mom.”
“I baked them special for you,” her mother added like she was being insulted.
Amanda flipped around and cocked her head. “I’m not hungry. What do you two want? I might take it into consideration.” They looked offended. “I’m not playing. What’s up?”
“We got you a job,” her Father blurt out. Her mother hit him on the thigh softly.
“We just feel it’s time for you to really get out there and see what the work world is like. Now it’s not easy. You will be working harder than you ever have in your entire life, but if you do it right, you might be able to make a little something for later.”
“Where?”
“Taco Inferno. Isn’t that great? Now,” Her mother began without waiting for her to respond. We can’t just have you go and spend your money. You’re gonna have to save it, so we’ve made a deal with John there. He’s gonna give us the checks so you can put them away for savings, and we’ll give you a bit of pocket money for special occasions and school.”
“No. Not one bit of any of that is going to happen.” Amanda turned around and walked upstairs.
“Now sweetie you ha--
“I’m not working there,” Amanda called down.
She went to her room and barricaded the door with a chair so they couldn’t see her leave, then she got dressed for her interview at Amber’s. She figured if she was going to be a governess, she might as well look the part.
She got a plaid pleated, skirt that showed off her curves, and a tight white blouse with a white bra. She wasn’t going to give it all away, but with her hair up and her nice geek glasses, she did look sexy enough to get in with the dad.
It took three buses to get her there, but she was able to get there before 4 when she was supposed to have her interview. She’d neve
r been to the main house before. It was a tiny skyscraper made of metal and glass. It was set on top of a cliff side overlooking the ocean side which ate at the rocks below.
She walked up to the security gate where a pimply young ginger, almost as old as she was walked over with his hand on his baton. “Ma’am you need to leave.”
“Call up. I have a 4 o’clock. So help me god if you try anything your head will be right there.” She pointed at the center spike on the gate. “Got it?” She didn’t have time for any of that boy’s games.
From what Amanda had heard, Bruce wasn’t that dumb. What was he doing with an idiot like that guarding the house? He probably just had a better system and used him for show. It wasn’t effective, though, he looked like he was maybe 90 pounds.
She walked up to the house and looked around at her surroundings. They must’ve had the house custom-built. She’d never seen anything like it. It looked like the door was built with driftwood judging by the rough gray color. She looked up to her right to see a camera pointed directly at her. She waved at it and the door opened automatically.
The room was strange. It was built out of translucent glass with a lighted panel at the bottom. Judging from the patterns in various places, both for decoration and utilitarian purposes, Amanda figured that it was a display hooked up to a computer system. She wondered if you could control it by where you walked.
Her question was answered by a male’s voice sounding over the intercom, “Follow the arrows. I apologize for not greeting you. I have some work to do.” Bruce’s voice was deep and scratchy. It gave her chills.
A shining what arrow streamed out from the door and up the stairs. Wherever she walked the white light disappeared. The entire setup must’ve cost millions of dollars.
There was something crawling along the steps above her, and she thought it might be a toy. She would have to be careful about picking those up. It was a shining metal globe that seemed to be making its way systematically over a step and then down. It moved quickly. It was the strangest thing.
When she went down to pick it up, it darted over her and. There were bristles on the bottom of it which made her giggle from the way they turned over her palm, but she had put it down because it was seeping out some sort of blue liquid which smelled like cleaning fluid. Upon further inspection, she saw a tiny sensor on it. It was a cleaning robot. She’d never seen one before, but she’d heard of them.
A lot of people had told her that they don’t work very well, but that little guy made the floors sparkles, and he could even sense when he missed a spot. It was strange, but it was simple enough that it just seemed natural.
She looked down when she reached the top of the stairs and saw it duck into a tiny hatch where it probably charged up. She was going to have one of those in her first house--she didn’t care who she had to blow to get it.
The arrows took her to the left where she walked down a white-paneled hallway. She noticed that there was another little robot that was sweeping along the sides of the wall. It even had a tiny touchscreen on it and speakers that played the sound of a soft waterfall. The rich were like an advanced culture.
The house was strange, but the stuff it had was simply things that she knew to be within the realm of common technology--it was just used differently and on a grander scale. She walked over to the gray metal door at the end of the hallway and waited for it to open. She heard the sound of tiny hydraulics and looked up to the right to see long snake like piece of metal staring her down with a camera lens at the end. She sighed. The door opened and she walked into a perfectly dark room.
“Sit down,” a deep voice said.
“Where?”
“Stick your hand straight out.’ She did so then she heard the sound of a metal chair grating on a hard floor then the cold touch of metal.
“Why am I in the dark?”
“I’m just messing with you.” Bruce laughed and the lights turned on instantly.
“Is that why you were showing off all your little toys?” He was a tech guru. It only made sense that he would want to do that.
“You like them? I’m thinking of expanding our robotics department.” She was impressed but she wasn’t going to say so. Instead, she sat silently and waited for him to continue. He was wearing a tight white v-neck that showed off his hairy chest and big arms. The word was that he worked out every single day for four hours, and it definitely showed. The man was ripped. “Well, your background check is OK. You’ve got a good GPA.”
“You hacked my school records.”
He sighed and set back in his huge leather chair, positioned behind his traditional dark wood desk. “Can you blame me, Amanda? These are my kids. You might be best friends with my daughter, but this is important, and you and I have never had the chance to get to know one another.” He moved closer and he caught her eyes like a snake biting her face. “If you hurt them, and you know this is true, you will never be heard from again. Nobody swats, nobody neglects them, and if I see so much as one hair astray, you’re dead, and I am serious.” He was serious. He would have no issue getting rid of her any number of ways, and he could probably get past the cops.
“I promise you, sir, to give those children the best care possible.”
“You’d better.” He leaned back a bit, but his hand was under the table. There was tension in the room. He’d been staring her down the whole time, and as she watched his muscles flex, she realized it might not just be because he wanted to see if she was the right girl for his kids.
She tried not to show it, but her cheeks turned bright red, and the way he smile, with bared teeth and suck in air sharply, she couldn’t stop the tingling on her thighs.
“There is one more thing, Amanda. I have to know, can you handle the position?”
“Yes, sir.” She watched his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“Not just the job.” He scooted back to reveal his long hard cock, and their eyes met. “Can you handle this position?” She nodded her head. “Can you sit on this for me?”
She got up and pulled her skirt down as he watched drooling. His hands were slipping up and down his cock and she saw the pleasure increasing in his eyes with his soft moans, that were quiet at first, and when she threw off her shirt and then her bra, they turned into deep growls. His hands moved quick as he lunged for her and pulled her in. He was a beast, controlled by his carnal instincts and insatiable lust. He couldn’t just have her, he had to devour her nipples and make her scream then move his head down as he slipped his hands up her thighs.
She was throbbing violently, pulsing with fierce desire which would soon turn into sweet satisfaction. She reached down and started rubbing up and down his cock. It was like beef wrapped in soft silk, and she moved to the rhythm of her bodies shock waves of pleasure.
She didn’t just want him now as they met eyes and he saw just how much she wanted it, she needed him. She worshiped every single inch of that fat cock, and as she knelt down to receives the sex god’s blessing, she knew that she had to make this man know just how sexy he was.
He slammed it down the back of her throat with his hand holding the back of her head firmly. She tried not to gag, but when she did, she could see that he loved it by the way his face scrunched up. He needed it she gladly gave it to him by licking her tongue around the base of the head and moving her lips up and down the shaft.
His cock felt so good sliding back and forth, but it felt even better when she reached up and pinched his nipple, and he let out a deep growl. He pulled her up by her underarms and slipped his finger in and out of her puckered lips. “Oh god you suck good, baby.”
He was stroking it so fast that she had to reach out and touch it, but he stopped her by pushing his hand back. “No.” She reached again and he stopped her again.
“I want it,” she pouted.
“You’ll get it, baby.” He reached down and stroking her hot slit and she started screaming with satisfaction. “You’ll get it good.” He moved his finger up and bare
ly grazed the inside. “Oh, you’re tight. Are you virgin?”
She bit her bottom lip and said, “Yeah. Will you do it good? I never came before.” He pulled her face in and started kissing her softly, like two souls meeting, and ran his finger over her faster and faster till the throbbing sensation turned to fluid running out of her body then to her body quivering with desire. It was like he was starting fire that moved deeper and deeper as his finger moved farther and farther up until it was just grazing the inner gates and her moaning shook the room.
She felt pressure, like an ecstatic tidal wave hitting a dam, and it was coming to burst out of her and send her writhing with sensation that she barely even knew existed, and when he pulled her up and ripped off her panties, she knew that this would be the most amazing thing she had ever experience. He pulled her over so that her legs were around his waist, and his cock was pressing in just the right place. “Oh god.”
“This is gonna hurt, but the pain will go away soon, OK? I promise to be gentle and I want you to tell me if it hurts too much. You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.”
“DO IT!” When she felt it hit, the pain was unbearable but as it slipped through her, she felt the full magnitude of the fire that was burning inside of her and tore her piece by piece. She was shaking and screaming, being stabbed, burned and filled with sweet honey, but the pleasure that ensued was the magnificent power of creation that sent her reeling and exploding, second after second as their lips crashed together and their bodies intertwined in sweet bliss.
Their voices were in unison as they slipped in and out of the ebb and flow of their passion. The smacking sound of him hitting against her butt was like a pagan drumbeat that rolled through both of them faster, increasing their pleasure, quick and moving their bodies, stronger, and sending them through one another until their explosion shook them both. It was like power and beauty embodied moving up from their loins all through their bodies, shaking their loud voices and ripping through them. When his warm fountain shot inside of her, he held her down and she received every single last drop gladly.
