Thirst

by Mia Ford

  Slim girls, I love to put my tongue in between their legs and enter their pussy like a slow train. And then after I’ve had them come once, maybe twice like a train docking at a station, I love to start all over again.

  Curvy girls, who have a little booty and tits to match I love to feel my lips all over their bodies. Tasting it and sending them into fucking ecstasy. A world that their bodies never been too.

  All girls, I love to hear them scream and call out my name. Knowing that I own that climax. I made them feel that way and no man can fucking compare.

  That’s the type of women I like and no doubt her niece would fall into that category, but I won’t be told to fuck a woman. I choose. Not them.

  She put her glass down and looked me directly in the eye, “I know your reputation as I said before and I want my niece to feel better. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

  Damn! The old lady was flirting with me, she was right. It wasn’t as if she was asking me to go down the aisle with her niece. Just make her feel better as she so eloquently described it.

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Don’t what, Mr. Moore?”

  “Make her feel better. I mean maybe there’s something so wrong with your niece that even I can’t please her.”

  I was toying with her, making her think that it was a job that I couldn’t do. But it wasn’t a challenge. It never is.

  She stood up as if she was bringing the meeting to an end. The one that I set-up and she’d agreed to, I’d been waiting patiently for four weeks for her to fit me in her dairy and now she was dismissing me like a piece of trash.

  I started to get annoyed because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I got the answer that I needed that was on my agenda today and nothing was going to make me change my mind about that.

  “I don’t have time for games Mr. Moore. She flicked her gray and brown bang away from her eyes. She scrunched up her oval shaped lips and repeated, “If you want that land. Then you’ll put your reputation for the test. It’ll be worth it I’m sure.”

  I pondered on it for a minute. Wondering if there was something wrong with her niece. That could be the only reason that she was offering her niece’s pussy in exchange for the deal.

  “I’m offering you double what the land’s worth and I don’t understand this request.”

  I shook my head, because out of all the deals that I’d secured, I’d been asked to play golf. Even go on a spa weekend so that the owners could come to a decision. But never, never in the ten years that I’ve built my mini empire have I been asked to fuck someone else.

  “What’s wrong with your niece?”

  She laughed as she came closer towards me. She crossed her legs and exposed the twenty-year legs that she possessed and I wondered if this was all part of some test.

  “There’s nothing wrong with my niece. She’s upset.”

  I was just about to say something when she interrupted, “That’s not the right word I would use. Depressed is more like it. Her boyfriend used her in many ways and I just want her to feel good about herself again.”

  “By having sex with me?”

  She waved her finger, “Not just sex. I could pay someone for that. I told you that I just want you to make her feel better. I’ve been with men like you before.”

  This time I’m the one standing up.

  “I heard,” I nodded as I remember hearing the rumors but hearing it coming from her mouth has just confirmed them. She’s not just a shrewd business woman, she’s really something else.

  “Anyway, she’s coming tonight and I need you to make sure that she gets back to her old self.”

  She shakes her head, “That’s all I want. You see unlike you Mr. Moore I love my family. They mean more to me than some piece of land.”

  I nodded, because for a minute I thought that she was insulting me, but as her eyes closed slightly as she watched me move.

  I lifted up my hand and said, “It’s a deal. But I won’t be paying you that price.”

  She agreed, “I know. Look over the contract that I’ve had drawn up. I think that you’ll see that it’s a fair price.”

  As she handed me the contract and I flicked through the pages. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I kept my composure as I shook her hand and said, “I’ll look over it and give it to my lawyer. If I can, then I’ll give it to you tonight.”

  She shook her head, “There’s no need. We can meet the same time on Monday. You would have finished with my niece and I’ll be more than happy to sign the papers.”

  I hesitated for a minute and then as I turned to walk out of her office. I didn’t even know her name.

  “What’s your niece’s name?”

  I turned to see that she wasn’t sitting on her desk anymore. She was behind it and typing on her laptop.

  “Scarlett.”

  “Oh, like Scarlett O’Hara, a damsel in distress.”

  She mocked, “My niece is fair from a damsel and she’s not distressed and she certainly doesn’t need rescuing. She just needs a pick-me-up and as I said, I’m sure you’ll fit the bill to do that. Good day, Mr. Moore. I have a lot of work to do.”

  I opened and closed my mouth, but then as I left her office I didn’t know if I had a boner for only her niece or the land too?

  I realized as I walked out and looked at the contract, the deal was for nearly twenty five percent less than I’d originally offered. It was a fucking bonus. I hated to admit that Ms. Young was right, I needed this land to get me back into the black from the red. Between taxes and the rate of inflation my business has been suffering. There’s a development company that has the means and plans to develop on that land. Everyone’s been trying to cut a deal with her for them to develop on it. I just happened to have the right connection.

  My cock had the right reputation and I intend to use it to get exactly what I need. Not only was I going to show her niece a good time tonight. I’ll have her begging for more and when the land’s mine. Maybe I’ll give it to her one more time. Just as a means of thanks for securing not only the deal of the century, but my lifetime.

  Chapter Three

  Scarlett

  I feel like a little kid as I see that we’re getting closer to the house. The climate is so different from New York in Rowtons. The Porsches, Ferraris and other expensive models all flood the roads as the odd cyclist passes by in hot pants and caps.

  I do miss the town that I used to spend my summer vacations as a kid. I hated as I got older and mom used to take us to the Caribbean. I used to consider Rowtons as my second home. The place that I could have pool parties and catch up with other kids that I hadn’t seen all year long. Back then the summer vacations didn’t seem long enough.

  “We’re nearly there,” Daniel announces on the intercom.

  “I know,” I beam as I see us approaching the gate. I take in the beautiful green scenery of the conifers and the roses which are neatly displayed next to it. Aunt Betty planted the conifers because she said that she wanted to have some privacy. Even though it’s a mile between the gate and her house. The ‘Young Residence’ sign hangs over it and as we drive down the pebbled lane towards it, all my fears about staying here this week are washed away. It’s nearing seven, but the sun is still strong as I think about Rowtons and all it has to offer. The house, which Aunt Betty calls home has ten bedrooms, a sauna, an outdoor as well as an indoor swimming pool. Luxuries that I used to be accustomed to, before I stood up to my family and said that I had a life with Sam.

  I laugh at the irony of it all. To think that I’d turned my back on this life, as I roll down the window and the sun beams hit the inside of the limo. Living in New York has its benefits during the summer, but the winters are too cold, unlike in Rowtons when winter is merely fifteen degrees rarely less. Aunt Betty’s waiting for me outside on the stairs of her mansion. One of many that she owns. She invested heavily when my uncle died of cancer. She said that it was her way of dealing with her loss, especially seeing as
she had no children. A choice that they both made and she said that she never regretted it seeing as she had a niece who spent her summers with her most of the time.

  She looks flawless and the irony of her telling me that this could be her last year feels like a joke. No one knows her true age apart from mom, but she forgets and constantly confuses it with how old Aunt Betty should be and her actual age.

  It’s irrelevant because even with her pale skin, even though she lives in such a hot climate she could easily be mistaken for a woman in her forties. She says that most of it’s to do with her healthy lifestyle. She’s never drank alcohol, smoked or even tried any form of drugs. She believes in healthy living and is a guru at yoga. She looks beautiful in a sequence black dress and the last time I saw her she had splatters of gray in her hair, which seemed to have all disappeared.

  “Auntie,” I beam as Daniel stops the car and I don’t wait for him to open my door. She draws near.

  “Scarlett,” she wraps her arms around me. “I’m so glad that you came. I was getting worried that you may change your mind.”

  “I spoke to you last night, this morning and even in the car. Why did you get worried?”

  “I don’t know dear. At this age, you worry about everything. You’ll know when you get there.”

  She pats me on the back, but as much as she likes to pretend that she’s the eccentric aunt. I think that sometimes it’s all an act. She knows, I can see it in her eyes.

  She cups my chin, “You’re as beautiful as a flower and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  Yep, she definitely knows and I want to cry into her arms and tell her that the last few weeks have been horrible. That I’ve been living a nightmare with my eyes wide open.

  “We need to get you inside and dressed up.”

  “Oh, I thought that I could go like this.”

  She tuts and says, “You could dear, but you won’t. Wait until you see the dress that I picked out for you.”

  I sigh, “But it may not fit. I’ve gone up a couple of sizes.”

  She wraps her hand around my waist, “I can see that dear. I can hardly put my arm around you anymore. Don’t worry, I’m sure that I got the size right.”

  “Aunt Betty…”

  “Don’t. I need to go to the back, make sure that everything’s set-up for later. You have exactly one hour before the guests arrive.”

  I’m trying to catch my breath and keep up with her as she leads us away from the limo. I didn’t even have a chance to thank Daniel as he whisks past us holding my bag. That’s when she points to it, “Why did you bring things with you?”

  “Because I have clothes and my Mac.”

  She shakes her head, “You didn’t come here to work and I think judging by the size of the dress. You need some new clothes. I already went shopping for you.”

  “Aunt Betty,” because I’m a bit annoyed. She’s treating me like a little kid. I’m a grown woman and right now I feel like leaving here.

  “I have clothes and things that I need to take care off. I’m not a kid anymore. Stop treating me like one.” I move away from her, temptation settles in for Daniel to take me back to Gretchen and I regret leaving in the first place. If this is what the week’s going to be like then it really wasn’t a good idea for me to come here in the first place. I punish myself every day, by looking in the mirror and reminding myself that I’ve given out my heart and let someone tread all over me.

  “That’s good!”

  She starts to laugh hysterically.

  “For a moment I was thinking that you’ll turn out like your mom and none of the Young spirit’s inside of you. Don’t make anyone make you feel that you’re not worth or you don’t know your own mind. We all make mistakes dear. That’s the beauty of life. We just have to live and move on from them.”

  She was tricking me, testing to see if I would stand up to her. I wasn’t scared of her, just myself at the moment. I’ve been so vulnerable for far too long. For years I’ve lost myself, I’ve been living in the shadows of another who didn’t respect let alone love me.

  “Now, I’m going… you take care you hear.”

  I stand like a lost child, nothing about the house looks familiar anymore. I stop and look at the Mahogany Tischler windows and doors that allow the light to beam into the hallway. It's as if the hallway has doubled in size. Maybe it hasn't and it's just the reconstructive changes that she's made to the place. The once wooden stair rails have been replaced with a dark iron metal spiral pattern which leads upstairs. I wonder if my room's still the same. The walls have been replaced with a white ceramic pattern with pictures of our family hanging on the walls. I feel like Alice in Wonderland as I grab a hold of the rail and start to tread slowly on the light brown carpet which covers only the center of the staircase. The exposes the natural dark mahogany which lies underneath. Everything about this house has been changed, I can tell as I look up at the high ceiling and see unfamiliar chandeliers and a mosaic pattern which surrounds it.

  Daniel heads back down, “It’s all been reconstructed, you’ll see when you get upstairs. She’s redone every inch of this place. I left your luggage in your room.”

  “Is that still in the same place?”

  He smiles as he gently pats my hand, which is firmly on the rail.

  “Yes, but you’ll love it. She had builders in here restoring every part of the house. She said that she wanted something new. Something to make it feel as if she’s going through a new chapter.”

  That feels a bit deep and I wonder if at last Daniel and Aunt Betty are going to admit that they have more than a working relationship.

  It’s as if he controls his thoughts as he blurts out, “Anyway, I’m sure about that. I’ll see you later then.”

  I want to stop him as he brushes past me and then heads down the stairs. This place used to be my comfort zone even more than my own family house. Now, I feel like a stranger in a hotel. Unclear where to go next, but as I walk up the stairs and approach my room. I don’t even feel like going back to Gretchen as I see the pictures on my walls.

  Paintings that I used to do when I was here during the summer some of them neatly hanging up and others in some kind of artist pattern up and down the walls. She turned my room into an impersonal one and made my room into a home. That’s what it used to be when I was a kid. Dad would frown at the idea that I wanted to be an artist, and mom would just about agree with everything that my dad said.

  Aunt Betty said she never had to, because she was her mom’s younger sister. She had the authority to put him in his place. He is a bully, which is why he hated Sam. Looking back at my relationship now, I can see that Sam was a carbon copy of my dad. Not one that lead me and looked out for me, but just controlled me. The same way that dad does with mom.

  I notice that on the gold throw sitting on top of the bed, there’s a pink dress. I hold it up and admire its beauty with the lace backless top and the chiffon skirt that flows to the bottom of my feet. I laugh at the idea that Aunt Betty went shopping and happened to get a dress which is exactly the right size and as I lift up my arms and discard my existing tight, black number. I put on the pink dress and somehow in the midst of all this anxiety. I feel like Cinderella as I spin around in it. I have on a black bra and realize that there’s a matching bra and panties set to go with it. It’s as if she thought of everything, I should be mad at her, but as I look at my painting from my first summer here as a teen.

  I realize that I can’t be mad at her. She cares, so much so that she wanted me to feel at home. She just wants to take care of me. I should appreciate her. Rather than try and act as if I don’t need it right now.

  I look at the time remembering that she said I had an hour left. Right now, I have forty-five minutes and counting. Cinderella’s going to a ball, and she’s certainly going to shine.

  Chapter Four

  Joshua

  As the valet takes my car, I think about this being the first time that I’ve ever been the ‘Young
s mansion’, that’s it’s nickname in town. It has a sign calling it a residence. From what I hear it could house a few families. I wouldn’t exactly call that a residence. Especially, because only one person’s taking up so much space.

  I step out and my four-bedroom house feels like a drop in the ocean compared to this place. A young woman dressed in black takes my arm.

  “Good evening sir, I’ll direct you to the back of the house.”

  I didn’t even notice her pretty dark hair and matching eyes until she was standing by my side.

  I nod my head and then she loops my arm and smiles, “Welcome to the Young Residence. The aim of tonight is to raise money for the schools in Africa.”

  “The whole of Africa or a particular part.”

  She stops and faces me. I feel uneasy as she says sternly, “Mr. Moore, have you been to Africa?”

  I shake my head because I feel as if I’m in some kind of conspiracy.

  “How did you know my name?”

  “Your plates say Moore and besides Ms. Young gave a clear description of you when she told me to wait for your arrival.”

  “I see, so you must be the notorious Cathy Winters her assistant.”

  She seems taken aback that I know her name and the fact that Ms. Young made a point of keeping the identity of the woman that as far as I was concerned even knew all of Ms. Young’s businesses and personal affairs. She had enough information on the woman to even disclose what color underwear she was wearing on a particular day. Sometimes, I hate fucking rumors, but sometimes especially in my business, they end up being necessary to secure a business deal.

  I didn’t know why Ms. Young felt the need to hide the true identity of the woman that she considered to be her right-hand woman. But she did and no one knew who she was. No one but me.

  “It seems as if I’m not the only one that did their homework tonight.”

  She raises an eyebrow and if this fucking deal wasn’t centered around Ms. Young’s niece then I wouldn’t hesitate in taking Cathy Winters and showing her how far I’ll take my research. I take her hand and this time, I’m the one that’s looping it into my arm.