Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  As the night progressed and people formed their own groups, chatting about the upcoming school year and recent new car purchases and things like that, Patty approached the young girl, treading water expertly. She found out that the girl was the daughter of Patsy Sharp. Her name was Jody. Patty introduced herself to Jody, who accepted her greetings with a polite smile. Jody was attending an elite all girls preparatory academy just outside of the city, she was about to begin the eleventh grade. Patty told her that she saw a lot of talent before her eyes, and she invited Jody to come down to her studio for lunch. "We can chat about your future plans, about the business, you can see a real live news studio. It will be very informative for you. What do you say?" Jody was extremely excited and she gushed that she would most definitely make it to the studio and would love to have lunch with Patty. "Excellent, most excellent," Patty replied, and then she paddled off and out of the pool, leaving the moonlight skinny dip early.

  Chapter 2, Sexual Orientation

  Lucille Gill was waiting nervously outside of Patty Waters's office. She was adjusting her button down blouse, which was tucked into a neat black pencil skirt, just to pass the time. She was not sure exactly what Patty had in store for her, but she knew enough to know it was either very good or very bad. Patty was the behind the scenes head of the Facts News Network. The conservative news station was owned, and officially run, by one Austin Mclaughlin, a very wealthy conservative, but Austin was a passive president, never around, letting Patty call all of the shots. Rumor had it that Austin was living somewhere in Latin America (where exactly no one really knew, there were multiple rumors, Patty probably knew, but she would never divulge, lest anyone wanted to track Austin down and make a complaint about her management).

  Despite the fact that Lucy was a Harvard graduate and had lots of experience in high pressure situations, meeting powerful people, she still had a lump in her throat wondering what Patty might have in store for her. Lucy had a banging body with long strawberry blond hair that had a slight wave to it. She was voluptuous, which always caused a problem when she was dressed up in work suits, she was always worried about how much cleavage was appropriate to show or about popping a button. Lucy was in her mid thirties, but she was not married. The truth was, she was a lesbian, but this was a very well kept secret. Lucy knew that something like that could ruin her career, and she kept it under lock and key. Especially when it came to conservative media networks. She knew, for example, that Patty Waters had an explicit anti-gay and anti-ethnic stance. It had been a long time since Lucy had taken a lover, however, so she was not particularly worried that this meeting had anything to do with her sexual orientation.

  Finally, Patty was ready for her. Lucy was ushered into Patty's office and she took a seat in front of the well groomed older woman. She was shocked by the news that Patty had for her. Patty Waters, who had been the evening news anchor for years, had decided to devote herself fully to managing the business end of the network. She was retiring from her on air position, and she had been thinking about who should replace her as the evening anchor. She had settled on Lucille. Lucy's head was rushing, she could hardly contain herself. But she did not let any of her emotions show, she was going to be a news anchor after all, she had to have some self control. It was made even more difficult when Patty told her how much she was going to be paid. The position offered $700,000 a year base salary. There were plenty of opportunities for bonuses, like covering holiday parades or doing live announcing. Lucy was overwhelmed. She was very happy. This is what she had spent her whole life working for. This was why she went to Harvard. To make good money and to succeed in life. From a small town girl from Yazoo, Mississippi to an anchor for a major Atlanta news network. It was a dream come true. She told Patty that of course she would take the job.

  Patty was pleased at this news. She pulled out a small bottle of fine brandy from her cabinet drawer and she poured them both a toast. This was common news practice, and Lucy, although not much of a drinker, accepted without hesitation. "Cheers, my darling," Patty said. Patty told Lucy that to celebrate she needed to go on a shopping spree, and she offered to be Lucy's personal shopping assistant. "You are going to need all the things to help you embody the role. Let's see, that includes a new car, some new property in a nice part of Sandy Springs, and of course new clothing and jewelry. Diamonds really are a girl's best friend, love."

  Over the next couple of weeks before Patty made the official on air announcement and handed over the reigns to Lucille, the two women spent a lot of time together. Patty helped Lucy pick out a brand new Mercedes SLR concept with a custom trim and interior for a clean two million dollars, she helped her find a nice mini mansion fit for a well to do single woman in one of the hottest, most expensive areas of Sandy Springs, she signed her up with a local church there where she should have a presence and make some large yearly donations ("great for your taxes too, darling. You are going to need to learn a lot about manipulating your taxes now that you are making so much money!" Patty told her). They spent gobs of money shopping at Phipps Plaza, and Lucy became friends with the managers of all the most expensive stores in the mall. Patty helped Lucy pick out a beautiful wardrobe and lots of fine jewelry to go with it.

  Now that Lucy was dripping in luxury and up to date on all the hottest Atlanta styles, it was time for her to get to know the city better. She needed to know all of the hot spots, the best restaurants, the best places to get a cocktail, which country club to join (the Atlanta Mansion of course), and the best nightlife. She had to know all the places where important people went to hob knob, and she met a lot of these important people during their journey.

  It was a wild roller coaster ride, filled with more smooth alcohol than Lucy had ever consumed in her life. She found herself with a new doctor who prescribed her a strong dose of Adderall to help her keep up with the fast pace of her new evening news anchor life. A few days before Patty was planning on making the big on air announcement, Lucy was buzzing on Adderall and feeling slightly hung over from her night out with Patty, when she zoomed into the Fact News Network parking lot in her new Mercedes. She parked in her personal parking spot, and when she got out of her car she ran smack into Patsy Sharp. Lucy recognized Patsy immediately as being the afternoon anchor woman. She had heard a lot about Patsy, and her beautiful daughter, from Patty, but the two had never had the pleasure of meeting in person before.

  Patsy was beautiful. A real old money knockout. She had an elite air about her that could never be replicated, and her body was impeccable with a proud posture. She was tall and lanky, but somehow still managed to ooze femininity and not just come across as a typical stick figure rich woman. She dressed great, and her long blonde hair was always done up in beautiful ringlets that bounced around her narrow shoulders and thin frame. Patty only hired extremely attractive, well educated, intelligent women, but among all of the hot babes that Patty had working for the network, Patsy was by far the most beautiful. Patsy, of course, already knew that Lucille was set up to replace Patty on air, and she was eager to get to know the new evening news anchor. She suggested that the two of them get together soon, and she invited Lucy to come over to her house for dinner the following evening. Lucy agreed without any hesitation, and the date was set.

  Chapter 3, Brown, Debbie Brown

  Inside of the amazing Washington, D.C. mansion owned by Harriet Rothchild, a super wealthy lesbian who ran an international spy ring of sexy lesbian spies, Harriet and her top spy, the knockout red head Debbie Brown, were watching the six p.m. Fact News Network news broadcast on cable television. They loved to watch FNN because all of the girls on the broadcast were incredibly beautiful, and they all (on Patty's instruction) wore very low cut outfits and short skirts, showing off their cleavage and their gams. It was a great show for lesbians to enjoy.

  Harriet and Debbie are eating light snacks and having a cocktail, discussing the beautiful women on the show. They are all so hot and so fine. Short dresses, boasting nice racks, the hotn
ess factor is just wow. It is only a bit short of watching nudity on live television. Honestly, it is surprising a tit never fell out on live television.

  Debbie confides to Harriet that although she loves seeing all the tits and ass while she watches the news, something about it just seems all wrong to her. All of the women on the show are obviously very bright and capable young women, they aren't just stupid bimbos or want to be porn stars. They do a great job delivering the news and always have interesting stances on complex issues. "So then why do they have to broadcast half naked?" she asked Harriet. "And even more, what about all of the young girls across America that are watching these broadcasts. The girls interested enough in the news? What sort of message is this sending to them?" Harriet shrugged at first. She really never had thought about it too deeply before. She was no conservative, and she watched the evening broadcast as a sort of sexy way to get some laughs. It was titillating and amusing. But Debbie Brown was really stuck on the issue all of the sudden.

  "I just, I think it is plain wrong. I am sure there is some rich, evil man behind all of this and he should be found out and brought down," Debbie said with conviction.

  Harriet thought about it a little bit more and decided that she ultimately agreed with Debbie, and told her she was going to send her on a little trip down to Atlanta to do some investigating.

  Chapter 4, A Big House of Cards

  Lucy pulled up to Patsy's beautiful, sprawling mansion in her sleek new Mercedes, feeling like she was on top of the world. She was surprised to see, as she pulled into the long circular driveway, that Patty, Lucys new boss, was inside of her new hybrid BMW i8 with a young girl. It was Patsy's daughter, Jody. Patty paid no mind to Lucy, she was too absorbed in whatever conversation she was having with Jody, and she zoomed off without so much as a wave. Lucy was too high on life at that point to even be offended by Patty's cold treatment, and she parked her car and got out with a big grin on her face. She had just been enjoying another nice round of shopping at the ultra expensive Phipps plaza, where celebrity rapper 2 Chainz had been spotted buying some insanely priced infant clothes for his new son. There had been a gaggle of rich young white girls around him, all hoping he might decide to let one of them blow him in the parking lot.

  Patsy was there to greet Lucy as she got out of her car. Lucy commented to Patsy how great Patty Waters is, and how she is such a wonderful role model for young girls. "I assume that was your daughter she was with?" Lucy asked. Patsy just nodded her head and smiled, but did not offer anything more in return. She asked Lucy to come inside of her house and make herself comfortable.

  The house, or more appropriately mansion, was a beautiful sprawl. It was a little bigger than the mansion that Lucille had just purchased, and very well decorated. It was impeccably clean inside, and everything was white, from the walls to the white marble floor to the furniture. Lucy had no idea how one kept such a white house clean, but this place was sparkling and in pristine condition. Whoever Patsy had hired as a maid, she was doing one heck of a job. There was a beautiful double stair case in the main foyer leading up to the second floor, which boasted a gigantic master bedroom, four guest bedrooms, and five baths. There were three bath rooms on the first floor, along with a guest bedroom where Patsy's mother lived, a gigantic kitchen teched out to the nines, a huge movie theater style living room, and a lovely dining room with very expensive looking modern furnishings.

  Patsy's mother rolled out in her wheelchair to greet the new guest. She was 75 years old and she was hooked up to an oxygen tank. Her name was Mary. She was hard of hearing and she could barely talk. Her words came out in a croak. Patsy stepped in to help translate, and she introduced Lucy to her mother before wheeling her out onto a beautiful screened in patio with an amazing view of a very vibrant, well kept garden. "You stay here and relax and get some fresh air, mother. Lucille and I are going to chat." The mother nodded, and Patsy and Lucy left her to be on her own.

  The two women went to the kitchen to enjoy some wine before dinner. Patsy had some very nice vintage reds, and before dinner was even close to being ready they were already quite buzzed. Patsy told Lucy that her mother was very ill and had no one to care for her. It was a sad situation, and Patsy loved her mother and she went to every expense to keep her alive. She was suffering from a rare illness, and between multiple daily visits from a nurse, surgeries and medications, and her mothers frequent hospitalizations, it was quickly becoming a very expensive problem to deal with. Still, Patsy would do anything to keep her mother alive, and it never crossed her mind to do anything different.

  By the time dinner was ready, perfectly cooked Cornish game hens with a side of mashed turnips and a delicious spring salad with homemade vinaigrette, both women were feeling tipsy and quite open with each other. The conversation had moved on from Patsy's mother, and Lucy was going on and on about how happy she felt with all of her new stuff. She had not even begun her stint as the evening anchor but the perks of the rich life had gone straight to her head. She was gushing about how happy she was with her new car, with her own new home, how she was thinking about buying a condo. She showed Patsy the new Rolex she had bought at Phipps that day. "But none of that compares to your beautiful home. I mean, wow! I have never seen anything like it. You are so lucky. You must feel so happy," Lucy said.

  To her surprise, Patsy's facial expression broke and her lips began to tremble. Before Lucy knew what was happening or could do anything to stop it, Patsy had broken down crying. Her sobs were horrible. It was the terrible cry of a dying animal, and the wails went on and on for minutes that seemed to Lucy like hours. Finally, Patsy calmed down enough to look up at Lucy with red rimmed eyes.

  "It is all one big horrible house of cards," she told Lucy, "I am up to my eye balls in debt." She began sobbing again, and continued this for another few minutes.

  Lucy was confused. She was making almost a million a year when you took into account bonuses, and Patsy was surely making enough. What could be going on? How could this well composed, beautiful woman who seemed to have it all actually be suffering so? She felt so confused.

  Patsy calmed down again and she looked up at Lucy with her tear filled eyes and warned her. "You will find out," Patsy said grimly, "She hasn't gotten to you yet. But you will find out soon enough. It all starts out great, it seems like you have an unlimited bank roll. Patty will take you to all the hot spots and show you all the great, expensive things to buy. But it never stops. It is never enough. And pretty soon you are up to your ass in debt. Then she has you. You have to do every little thing that she wants and there is no way out. There isn't any good work for a washed out, fired news anchor, and if you are unemployed for even a day you will fall so behind in your bills that you will end up having to declare bankruptcy or just kill yourself. You will become her pawn, and you will feel afraid constantly. You have to do everything she says, Lucy! If she wants you to have sex with her, you have to do it. If she wants you to fuck the bank president, you have to do it. And she always wants to use sex for something. Heck, if she wants to fuck your daughter, you just have to stand by and let her do it or else you lose everything. Everything! As if the debt I got into with this stupid house and the stupid car and stupid clothing wasn't enough, now I am really trapped with all of my mom's medical bills and the outrageous cost of Jody's schooling. And it can all collapse in a second. If I piss Patty off even in some small way then everything goes away. I will be out on the street, my mother will die a horrible and painful death, and my daughter will be disgraced and have the rest of her life ruined. It's just horrible."

  She gave Lucy a big hug.

  "My only hope is that Jody will get married young. She had just turned seventeen, and she made her debutante debut last year. She is old enough to hold her own now in high society, although I am afraid she is extremely naïve. But once she marries into an extremely wealthy family, with a very rich husband, then I will have a chance for escape. She will be able to take care of me and help me free myself from
the clutches of that evil psycho bitch Patty Waters. That is, if she doesn't hate me and turn her back on me for selling her out. She is a member of the Young Swans, so I know she will go far in life."

  Lucy had never heard of the Young Swans before, and Patsy explained to her. "The Young Swans are a young, all female secret society. They have a very long history in Atlanta. All of the girls are under the age of eighteen, and they are very beautiful and very smart. They can be inducted into the society as young as the age of twelve, and mothers all over Atlanta, especially in Sandy Springs, want their daughters to be members of the club. But there are only thirty two spots total for the group. Every time a girl turns eighteen and graduates she goes off to a fine Ivy League school, or the Seven Sisters, or to USC or Stanford. You know how those schools are, being a Harvard graduate. They are automatically members of the finest "finals clubs" or sororities, and they are guaranteed to meet a wealthy man who can fulfill their dreams of living a rich life. Almost all of the girls have their tuition paid in full by a group fund designated for the Young Swans. There are big monthly dinners where all of the girls and their mothers get together and schmooze, but in addition to that there are frequent gatherings of just the girls, they have group studies and community events. It is really a fine program. Unfortunately, Patty Waters is an old alumni and she shows up at all the dinners, seeking out the finest girls to abuse for her own sexual whims. It is an easy way for her to get access to some of the finest young pussy rich Atlanta has to offer." Patsy shook her head in disgust.

  Lucy held her in her arms for a while until the woman began to calm down. Patsy had always seemed larger than life on television, despite her slender frame, but now that she was in Lucy's arms she felt small and fragile, like a little girl. Lucy found herself leaning down to give Patsy a kiss of sympathy. A light peck on the cheek was all, at least that was how it started out.