Bundle of Joy

Double fuck.

As I continue to read the complaint and see the details alleged about Charlie’s birthday party, I can finally put a name to the face of the woman Catharine was talking to at North Pines before she took off.

I had been wondering who that person was. She’d looked familiar but I couldn’t place her.

It’s this chick. And she must have told Catharine some shit about me that just isn’t true. I have better things to do than be so petty as to call a ski resort and complain because their employees were rude to me.

Michelle was rude to me, but I’m used to it. And maybe I even deserved it. I guess I am a rich prick who thinks I can do what I want, because I can, and maybe that attitude rubs off on Charlie too much, so it’s good for someone to put me in my place.

I didn’t appreciate how she was mean to Charlie, mind you, but Catharine smoothed that over just fine. I certainly wouldn’t go out of my way to get them fired because of it, so this girl has her story mixed up.

I wonder where she even got the idea.

Then I notice that the complaint says that a call was made by me to the ski resort.

I think I know what happened. I just hope I can fix it.

Epilogue

Catharine

There’s a knock on my door and I wonder if Amanda has come back to check up on me. It’s been a few days since I told her what was going on.

I’ve taken my phone out several times, with the intention of calling Daniel to tell him the news and to ask him for his side of the story instead of only relying on Michelle, but each time, I get cold feet. Or, cold fingers. Fingers so cold they can’t possibly dial the number they’re supposed to dial.

“Amanda, I’m okay…” I start to say, as I open the door, but then I see that it’s not Amanda.

It’s not Sally or Gia or any of my other friends, either.

It’s Daniel.

“I’ve been meaning to call you…” I start to say again, but he’s picking me up and carrying me into my apartment!

He puts me up against the wall and says, “I didn’t get you fired.”

“You what?” I ask, almost forgetting about that thing I was so mad at him about, because I’ve been worried about how to tell him this other thing I think he’ll be mad at me about.

“I called the resort to find out how to contact you. But that’s it. I think I fucked up bad, though, because there were rumors about our little tiff that had happened, and the resort thought I was calling to find out who you were so that I could lodge an official complaint or something, so they asked around to find out more details about what had happened and then they fired you and Michelle so that if I made the complaint, they could say they’d already taken care of it.”

“Oh,” I say, but his lips are on mine, and I can’t get any more words out.

“Don’t talk,” he says, grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing. “Just let me fuck you. I’ve been wanting to so bad. It all makes sense now and I swear I didn’t do anything to get you fired. Or I didn’t try to or mean to, anyway.”

“Okay,” I manage to get out, before he kisses me again.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks me. “I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, but…”

My pussy is already dripping wet and he’s ripping off my skirt so that he can put his hands in between my legs and feel it.

“Okay, good, since you clearly want me to fuck you, don’t talk. Don’t say a word until after I’m done fucking you.”

“Okay,” I say again, thinking, if you say so. But just remember this when you find out what it is I want to say.

He hurries to take his belt and pants off and then he pulls my panties over to the side. He looks down at my pussy while he’s rubbing my clit and says, “Oh my God, I’ve missed your pussy. I’ve missed seeing it and playing with it and tasting it and fucking it.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I tell him, but he puts his fingers in my mouth and I start sucking them.

“You’re such a bad little girl, sucking my fingers like that, but I love it,” he says, as he enters me, his cock as hard as I have ever felt it.

It feels so good to have my pussy stuffed by his big cock again. I’m instantly drenching it as I slide all around on it. He grabs my ass and then bites my nipples, gently.

“I need you. I need this,” he says.

“Oh, my God, I’m going to cum,” I call out, grabbing onto his shoulders and clawing at them with my nails.