Little rewards
2219 Words
2. GREALISH MAGUIRE
The physiology of women always fascinated me. There was something artistic and breathtaking about the slightest curve on a woman's body. It was amazing; simply amazing.
What sane human will behold such excellence and not be caught under its spell? The effortless and graceful movement of a round bubble butt.
Goosebumps appeared on my flesh as I tried to focus on the woman in front of me. I tried to pay attention to what she was saying.
She looked elegant and her eyes twinkled when she spoke. I'd seen her walk into the bar and was enchanted immediately.
“It’s completely unacceptable behavior!” She seemed to be infuriated.
I gave her my most charming smile. It was the most effective weapon I had in my arsenal. It never failed.
“I’m sorry Mrs-” The smile lingered.
“Paige.” She shifted her weight. “It's Miss. I'm not married yet.”
Bingo. Just what I wanted to hear, I grinned. She’s probably the daughter of a rich bastard.
“I’m sorry, Miss Paige. I will see to it that he's punished for his behavior.” My voice was heavy and grim.
It was all an act of course. Mateo had done exactly what I had told him to do by spilling the drink on her dress. He was the only employee there I trusted to be completely loyal to me. His loyalty was without question.
She looked relieved to hear that and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
“I’d appreciate that, sir.”
I chuckled, waving a hand. “No, no. Call me Grealish.”
She grinned and bobbed her head. I could see the shape of her n*****s through the blouse gratitude of the drink spilled on it.
It was an intoxicating mixture.
“We have to do something about that." I gestured to her wet blouse.
She agreed. I told her I thought I had a spare shirt in my office she could put on and she followed without hesitation.
Too easy, I thought as I unlocked the door to my office. My c**k hardened partially at the thought of running my hands along her hot body.
"I think it's somewhere here," I said walking into the other part of the office where I kept the lost and found stuff.
"I haven't seen you around. Are you visiting?"
Her voice sounded muffled by the distance. "Yes. I'm from Lanston."
Lanston was two towns away. It was populated mostly by rich obnoxious bastards and gold-digging skanks. It was obvious which category she fell into.
"It's a long way from Lanston." I found what I was looking for.
I walked back to the main office. She was sitting on the chair in front of my table, the one preserved for customers.
"I needed a change of scenery. Here I am." She shrugged.
I could still see the outline of her n****e but it was not as visible as it had been. My flesh burned from knowing I'd soon put my mouth on those n*****s.
The black T-shirt was clean. I had bought a bunch of them for this exact purpose.
I handed her the shirt and our skin made contact for a brief second. It was a slight graze but it showed me all I needed to know. She has soft skin.
She smiled a thank you and I grinned awkwardly giving her the room to change. In the other room, I tried to imagine what her body would look like. I tried to think about the shape of her n*****s. It made me horny as f**k.
“It’s a perfect fit.” She said from the doorway.
I had been caught up in my thoughts so much that I didn't notice she had walked to the doorway and was watching me. She observed me with barely concealed interest.
“What does it feel like?” She asked tilting her head to the side.
She had a pleasant face. It was more than pleasant; it was gorgeous. Her face was symmetrical and it would make the front page of a magazine. Blonde hair the color of morning dew gave her face a sensual quality.
“What exactly?” I remembered she had just asked me a question.
“This,” She said. “Being the manager of all this.”
It felt amazing. The hotel and the bar were all mine and it was nice having all that power considering how I started.
“It’s nice,” I said with a smile.
Her n*****s poked dots on the T-shirt. I watched as it teased me through the dark fabric of the shirt.
“I’d hope you’ll want to keep it.”
“Huh?” I blinked in confusion.
“All this.” She said, "You want to continue owning it all, I presume?"
I chuckled. “I don’t quite understand you.”
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other resting against the doorway. Her breasts jiggled with her movement. It was getting harder to focus on her face.
“Let me put it this way,” her expression changed. "You are a step closer to losing it all."
I thought about what she had just said. Confusion darkened my face. It didn't make sense.
"Don't look so confused, Grealish," she said mockingly.
Who the f**k does this b***h think she is?!
I didn't want her in my office anymore. I wanted her gone!
"How many of these do you have tucked away back there?" There was a hint of a smile on her face.
She was talking about the shirt. There's no way she could have known. She's bluffing, I thought. She had to be bluffing.
"Who are you?" I managed to ask through the deafening sound of my heartbeat.
The look on her face was purely devious. She was no longer the hot smash-able customer I'd been sure I was going to f**k. She was dangerous.
"We haven't been properly introduced." She smiled. "I'm Paige Whitney, your wife's P.A."
Her words echoed several times over in my head. Estelle's P.A.? I wasn't aware she had a personal assistant.
My legs suddenly felt rubbery so I stumbled to my chair and sat on it heavily.
"Estelle never mentioned you. How do I know you're not f*****g around?"
Paige smirked. "She hired me two months ago on her trip to Lanston."
I remembered the business trip Estelle had taken to Lanston. I could remember it vividly because I'd secretly rented a condominium for Alicia where we spent the weekend together.
"Fuck." I cursed viciously.
My hands had become unsteady and I could feel the blood drain out of my face. This blonde b***h could ruin everything I'd worked so hard to build.
"Relax, Grealish. I just dropped by to say hi and to remind you about the trip."
She was having a blast torturing me. I'd played right into her hands. My heart banged violently against my chest.
"Don't be late." She said as she turned around to leave.
Fuck…fuck! f**k!!!
The f*****g b***h! I'll make her pay for this.
CRICKET "RICKY" DANVERS
I had to sit in the car beside Stormie for more hours than I could take. She tried several attempts at starting up a conversation and failed every time.
I felt like I'd been locked inside a box with the most effective torture device going off beside me—Stormy.
She kept on trying to start a conversation with me while I pretended I was too busy to respond. She seemed to be satisfied with my absent-minded grunts and nods as responses.
We finally got to the docks and saw the yacht. It was a magnificent structure and I was impressed by what I saw.
The crew was smaller than I imagined it would be but it made sense knowing the kind of woman mother was.
A young good-looking blondie greeted us as we climbed aboard. She introduced herself as Paige Whitney, mother's assistant.
She had a strict composure but I could see the freak hidden beneath the surface. I liked her immediately.
"Your mother will be here shortly." She apologized. "Something came up."
I sighed. Something always came up. I'd grown up hearing those exact words being said in so many different ways that I had gotten used to it.
Paige showed us our rooms and I decided to settle into mine. I wanted to be alone.
The room was comfortable with velvet rugs that made me feel like I was walking on clouds.
The bed was soft and comfortable enough to put a grizzly bear into deep hibernation. I purred, taking off my dress to submerge into its comfort.
Fuck! The sheets feel so good.
My whole body relaxed and for the first time in a long time, I felt all my tension ease away.
The coolness of the room was like the gentle grip of an ocean.
Suddenly my underwear felt like a prison and taking them off was the only way I'd get my freedom.
I slipped my panties off gently and unclasped my bra. My t**s felt tight and my n*****s hardened to molten rocks.
I touched my creamy flesh sending shockwaves running the length of my entire body.
It feels so good… I can't remember the last time I felt this good touching myself.
My n*****s called out for attention. Who was I to deny them? My fingers slid across my coochie.
Oh s**t! My legs trashed gently in response and my toes curled.
Fuck I'm wet…
***
We had to set sail without Mother because whatever had come up took longer; as usual.
The sea was soothing but even that didn't stop me from experiencing a wave of sea sickness. I got over it after a while.
Dressed in a blue dress with light satin fabric, I took a walk around the exterior of the ship.
"Do you remember when we were kids and we used to play 'Pirates' on Dad's boat?"
I turned around to see Stormie coming up behind me.
Despite myself, I said, "Of course I remember."
Stormie grinned, "Yes! And then we would pretend to fight off enemy ships with our trusty swords."
I sighed, "I wouldn't exactly call them swords."
Stormie linked her hand through mine. She smelled fruity.
"Don't forget about the treasure hunting! We would scour the boat looking for treasures. Sometimes we even found some loose change in the cushions."
"That was my favorite part," I admitted.
Who doesn't like a little reward? As a kid, the candy I bought with the cash we found playing pirates tasted better than regular candy.
"Yeah. You were more of a pirate while I was a reckless adventurer. Those were good times."
I nodded. Those were good times and it lasted for a while until reality dropped a bomb on us.
"Yeah. And we got to do it without having to walk the plank or fight off enemy ships." I said, shoving the dark thoughts away.
"Unless we run into some rogue jet skiers. Then we might have to get our swords out."
Our swords then had been cut-out paper. I had proudly handled the designs while Stormie had painted them.
She laughed, "I don't think swords are going to do much good against a jet ski now."
It had worked out for us back then. We had faced bad guys and had always come out on top. That was the beautiful thing about imagination.
We stopped walking when we got to the front. The yacht's movement created waves as it moved gracefully.
Stormie suddenly jerked and said, "Cricket, did you hear that?"
I looked around, "Hear what?"
Stormie replied, "I think I heard a dolphin!"
I relaxed and rolled my eyes at her, "We're in the middle of the ocean. I highly doubt there are any dolphins around here."
She insisted, "No, seriously! I think I saw a fin!"
I looked around again following her eyes but there was nothing there.
"All I see are some seagulls."
Stormie exclaimed, "There it is again! I'm telling you it's a dolphin!"
I sighed, "Okay if you say so."
I didn't want to argue with her about it but I knew she wouldn't let it go and she didn't. She looked out into the sea urging me to look with her.
We heard a splash and for a split second I thought she must have been right but then a seal emerged from the water and disappeared into a wave.
Stormie laughed, "Well, I guess that wasn't a dolphin after all."
I shrugged, "At least we got to see some wildlife."
We both giggled. Our laughter stopped when we heard the footsteps coming up behind us. It was Paige and she was with a stunningly handsome man.
The man looked marvelous with his sandy-colored ruffled hair and dangerous dark eyes that could drop the clothes off any woman.
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
"You guys seem to be enjoying the trip so far."
Stormie told her we were while I tried to get my eyes off the strange man. Up close he had a magnetic pull that tugged at my entirety.
"Stormie, Cricket," Paige stepped aside. "This is Grealish, your stepfather."
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