Teachers' Pet

by Amy Brent

  He stands up and then heads out of the door, probably bored about me whining on about the last few hours when all he wants to do is fuck.

  “Told you not to hire family. They always end up taking the piss. Besides you only took on her because she was your aunt. Even fucking worse, they think that they can get away with everyone. She wasn’t just your CFO, she was your aunt,” he shakes his head as he recounts what happened to me.

  “I know, but you’ve worked with your dad’s company.”

  He raises his hands up in the air, “Yes, but dad works in a separate entity, and there’s a code between us. He does his shit, and I do mine. He doesn’t work for me and I would never fucking work for him. You were doing a favor for someone who was an accountant. A poor one at that. Everything about her resume was screaming for you not to take her and you did it out of guilt. When you fucking going to let go?”

  I smile as I get up, thinking that we need to be heading to the cabin. The one that Ferguson likes to play his games. It’s as if he gets a kick out of it.

  “When you have some fun and stop complaining about fucking problems that you caused in the first place. What happened with your aunt was unnecessary? At least you had the sense to let your uncle sort it out. I thought that you were going to bail on me and say that you couldn’t come to the cabin.

  I laugh, “Would you have let me?”

  He shakes his head, “I would have killed you, believe me.”

  Ferguson pats me on the back, with a reassuring smile.

  “This is exactly what you need. Don’t forget it. I’m just looking out for your best interest, and it starts and ends with Christmas. Okay?”

  I sigh, “Sure. Now, let’s get in the limo, and you can talk me through the games.”

  He doesn’t move his arm as I start to get excited about the whole fucking thing. I’ve been jerking off far too long. Too scared to even to admit to my best friend that I’m fucking dying for this thing to happen and the idea of it being more than one night will ensure that it’s a lot of fun.

  Chapter Eight

  Ida

  I’m so nervous, the last few days we’ve been shopping, and a car came to pick me up. A limo, I’ve never ridden in one before. I’m standing outside the door ready to get in my ride as my nerves start to kick in.

  “This is it,” I smile at Amy. She looks as stunning as always as she’s getting ready to go on her trip. She asked for her sugar daddy to let her spend a few more days with me so that she can help me with everything.

  She nods, “You look beautiful. The green dress suits you and with the camel coat. You automatically look like a winner.”

  I adjust the halter neck as I think about the idea of going with no bra. I always wear a bra. The dress is tight enough to hold my breasts in place, but part of me feels as if I'm going as a piece of meat and not a sexy woman. That's the image I'm trying to portray, but all of a sudden I just feel so cheap.

  “What if they don’t like me, Amy? What if I can’t perform?”

  She has a sly smile as she says, “How can they not like you? They saw your photos and your video. They know who you are. You went to the docs. You’ve been checked out, and you started the pill, right? Because they may just check that too!”

  I reach into my purse, and then I remember that I had the injection pill. The doctor said that it was safer in case I forget to take the pill. I knew that he meant it’s safer for the sugar daddy, not safer for me. So, they’ll have a record of that. I’m clean. I’m a virgin. Never been touched and as a result, I got the winning ticket. 10k for selling it on Christmas day, but why did they want me to come on Christmas Eve if it meant that we wouldn't be having sex today. There are so many damn questions running through my mind that I feel as if I’m going to go insane before I even get there.

  “That’s the problem; I don’t have a clue who they are. I suppose that’s the thing that scares me the most in case they’re two old men old enough to be my grandfather. I never knew it was two.”

  She corrects me, “Yes, you did. You knew when you did the video and even when you applied that it was two guys. That’s why the money’s so much, and I had a suspicion that they would take you out of town. So, that was something that I had suspected but didn't know for sure until yesterday. Either way, it’s better if you’re away from here.”

  I wrap my arms around her; I feel as if I’m going to back out and if I do, then I’ll regret it. Not only for the experience but most of all because of the money.

  She’s right. I need to focus, and it starts with telling the fears to leave me alone and getting into the limo with the driver. He stands as if he’s not with us. He hasn’t even put my bag in the limo.

  I walk up to him, while he stands near the door.

  “Excuse me, but you haven’t put my case in the limo.”

  He nods, “That’s right miss.”

  He has a strong English accent, and then he takes off his hat, revealing that he’s only a little older than me.

  “I’ve been instructed only to carry you. Nothing else.”

  Amy grabs my hand, “Yeah, some of them can be a bit particular. They get a big paranoid about security and all that.”

  I turn to his dark eyes that are just staring at me. He’s not smiling but looking at me coldly.

  “Even my phone?”

  He nods again, “That’s right miss. Just you and whatever you’re wearing. No purse. No phone. Nothing.”

  “Wow,” Amy says and then she holds my hand as if I’m a child. One that needs guiding into the limo. The one that the driver’s opened the door his runs his hand through his dark hair and his blue eyes turn away as we speak.

  “You need this right?”

  I nod my head. It’s not as if she hasn’t warned me about everything to do with this competition. I’m acting like a kid. I know that I can’t do that once I go with the driver. Once I go with them.

  “I do, and I’m going, so give me a hug and a kiss and wish me luck.”

  She smiles like a proud mom that’s sending her child to college. It’s just that I’m not going to college and she’s not my mom. She’s a friend that’s helped me a lot more than anyone else has ever done in my hour of need. I need to be brave and just get on with it.

  I’d envisioned falling in love and giving my virginity away to someone special. I suppose that the one that does take it will be special. He’s paying for it, but the idea of having sex with two guys should freak me out. But, there’s something exciting about it that makes me think of it as an exciting adventure. One that I’m sure I’ll enjoy if I just allow myself to stop being scared and just enjoy it. That was Amy’s advice to me; I’ll treasure it as the driver open’s the door and I step in the limo. One thing for sure, I’ll enjoy the ride, I’ve never been in a limo, and I’ve always been curious about the inside.

  ***

  I sit down in the limo and wave to Amy. She’s clapping her hand as if she’s happy that I’m going through with it. I need to because without this money I’ll be on my knees begging my mom to take me back as a cleaner.

  That’s the thought that I’ll have running through my mind as I sit in the limo when I meet the sugar daddies and as they doubled the time that we’ll spend together and the money. I know that it’s more money than I’ve held in a lifetime. It’ll be more than enough money to get me to Paris and to leave some for mom. It’s more money than I’ve had my whole life.

  The driver rolls down the window as he starts the ignition and we leave Amy’s street. We didn’t even discuss what will happen when it’s all over. I don’t even know if I can come back to the house or if I should go straight to Paris? I know that I’ll receive the cash in full on the last day, but what happens in between then. I feel silly for just thinking about the competition and my trip. But now, with no phone and no way out of the limo, once again I feel vulnerable.

  “Miss?”

  He waits for me to respond and I correct him because no one calls me Miss and if we�
�re going to be in the limo. I want to feel at ease with him, and I don’t every time that he calls me, Miss.

  “Yes, but please call me Ida. I don’t feel comfortable with you calling me, Miss all the time. I’m not Miss, just Ida,” I laugh, and he nods his head as he looks at me in the back mirror.

  “There are refreshments in the bar, just in front of you on the left and I should have shown you all of that before I started the car,” he says as if he's regretting his actions. Maybe he's just as nervous as I am, he was stuttering a little when he was speaking to me earlier. Now, he’s trying to concentrate on the road and direct me to the refreshments at the same time.

  “It’s okay. No worries. I think that we spent more time at the house then we should have done?”

  He doesn’t answer but says, “There’s a box on the right, and it has a note. You’re supposed to follow the instructions. If there’s anything that you need then don’t hesitate to call me, by just pressing the buzzer next to the bar.”

  I nod my head, and then like a little kid on Christmas day I start to peel away the ribbon, and then I open up the box. The driver’s rolled up the window, and I didn’t get the chance to even ask him his name. He said it when he picked me up, but that feels like such a long time ago now.

  I laugh as I start taking out the items, one-by-one.There’s a maid feather duster, so I pull it out and put it to the side with a sexy French maid costume with a cap sleeve lace overlay dress with a hat and black stockings with a garter and white silk gloves. I giggle as I hold it up against my body. It seems to be a perfect size.

  The driver said that there was a note, so I start to rummage through the box tissue.

  Nothing.

  I decide to put everything back in the box and start again. And that’s when I see it. As I lift up in the lid and see inside the box.

  Ida,

  I hope that you have a pleasant ride. Make sure to change into this outfit, before you arrive. Don’t worry the driver can’t see you as long as the window stays up.

  SD

  I laugh at the idea of getting changed in the limo. It feels naughty knowing that I can only see passer-by’s, but they can’t see me. I know that this is going to be a Christmas that I’ll never forget, not only will it change my life financially but my mind too. Amy told me that I'd be doing things that I’ll never forget. It already began as I slip off my jacket and start to wiggle out of my dress, into a French maid’s costume.

  Chapter Nine

  Ferguson

  “Unfucking believable! You sly dog, you bought her a what?”

  Darren laughs as we stand up in the glass room. I built what I’ve called a cabin, but it’s a lot more than that. From the hot tub, Jacuzzi and different rooms that we can view from behind a glass wall. I figured that seeing as I’ll be venturing as a sugar daddy, why not make a few bucks from it. There's a swimming pool and most of all loads of rooms for different types of pleasure.

  “I bought her a maid’s outfit. So, she’ll change before she gets here and then she can be directed straight to the office, across there,” Darren smiles as he’s completely lightened up since we took the drive down here. I’m just so glad that it has taken his mind away from the office. It’s fucking Christmas Eve, and I want him to see what he’s going to have across the dinner table tomorrow. Our little guest. She’s pretty, at first I thought that she was a little too innocent for me. Seth just kept going on about choosing her as a winner. Her video was kinda inspiration if anything, she seems to want it so badly. Some of the other girls were naked; she was a little more sophisticated but young. God, I love them young. The tighter their pussies, the better.

  “I decided to stop being so uptight and just get on with it. That’s what this Christmas is about. You keep telling me to unwind.”

  I wave my finger at him, “I knew that underneath it all was a sugar daddy in the making.”

  He holds up both his hands, “Let’s not go that far. I’m not sure if I want to be part of your club. Besides, I don’t get Seth. Your brother’s a bit too strange for me. He pretends that he has a wife, but he has a sugar baby that he takes care of. So, why the pretense?”

  I shrug because as if anyone can know what’s going on inside Seth’s mind is beyond my comprehension. We may be twins, but we’re nothing alike. He’s the moody, uptight one that no one likes to mess around with on a good day, let alone a bad. I may be fussy, but compared to him, I’m a little pussy cat.

  “Really? We may be twins, but we’re nothing alike.”

  Darren heads to the bar and starts to pour a drink. I wonder if he has a problem these days, he’s always going straight for a drink.

  “If you think so? Is that why you dye your hair to make yourself look different to him? You want one?”

  I ignore his comment about Seth. Everyone says that in the family, but the guy’s a tyrant. He’s been engaged twice, and neither women made it down the aisle. One even had the sense to tell him to keep the ring, which amazes me how he’s managed to keep a sugar baby for a whole year.

  “I love being in control of my life and what’s around me. But I respect people. Women. But Seth just wants to be in control of everyone. It’s as if he gets a fucking kick out of it. Which is why, yes I do dye my hair, and we do have subtle features which differentiate the pair of us.

  “I love my brother, but there’s only so much I can take which is part of the reason that I didn’t want to spend Christmas with him,” I say as I watch Ferguson down a shot of whiskey as if it’s water and then tilt his head as if asking me if I want one.

  “You sure that I shouldn’t be worried about that. You had a few shots in the limo too. I thought that you were done with that?”

  He sighs, “Yeah, just feeling tense. I don’t want to think about work, but then it keeps crawling in my head like a bad smell. Fuck!”

  I walk up to him; I know how to calm him down.

  “Look let’s go down and get a bite to eat. Magdalena’s prepping our lunch. Ida will be here in a couple of hours or so. We have time,” I say hoping that he’ll re-think about taking another drink. He does as he puts the glass down and says, “Magdalena’s here. Damn, she does know everything about you. Do you try out some of the rooms with her?”

  His dark eyes are looking at me, waiting for a reaction. I’ve never told him the truth about Magdalena, how I rescued her from my dad and maybe I feel a sense of responsibility for her. He took her young and tormented her. She wanted to repay me, and I told her that she could be my housekeeper. I’ve looked after her, but never touched her. Darren finds it hard to believe that I can keep my hand’s of such a beauty. If he’d seen her when I first knew her, then he would know that it wasn’t so difficult. Back then, five long years ago. She didn’t even remember her name. Dad’s version of BDSM isn’t the same as mine. I’m not a slave mongrel and most of all I’m not married. We talk. Keep in touch. But both Seth and dad are into that kind of shit. I suppose, I think of myself as a gentleman, because I’ve never dabbled. I’ve seen the damage that it can do, and I don’t think that I can ever really get pleasure out of making someone so miserable.

  “Ferguson?”

  I shake my head, “Sorry, now I’m the one day dreaming. Sure, Magdalena comes. She says that the hot tub here is better than the one at home. Besides I don’t trust anyone with my strict diet only her.”

  She takes care of my every need.

  “No, wonder you don’t have a wife or are ever thinking of being in a relationship. Not one you have her.”

  I smile at him, thinking about his words. I trust her, maybe with my own life. Which is more than can be said for my twin brother. As we start to walk across the cabin to the kitchen. Ferguson hesitates as we head into the kitchen.