My Little Farm Girl

She looked a little lost, like she still hadn’t found her bearings as yet; Paulette can have that affect on people. She was one of gramps’ best-kept secrets, a real shark in the world of high fashion and a stone bitch, but she was a bitch for all the right reasons.

She had clawed and kicked her way up the ladder in what was once considered a man’s world, and now at fifty-five she commanded respect in her field and not many would say no to her.

I knew if anyone could ride roughshod over Marion it would be her. I could’ve done it myself, but I didn’t want to show my hand too soon. Not while she was still living with Marion, which if I had my way, wouldn’t be for much longer.

“I still don’t know what’s going on. Mrs. Deveraux tried explaining it to me but I’m still in shock. Is it for real?” she turned those wide innocent eyes my way and my cock reacted the way he had been every time I even thought of her in the past week.

“First of all I told you it’s Paulette, and what’s to understand? You’re going to be the new face of our clothing line. Cal we have to get started soon. How does next Tuesday sound? That will give me time to get things set up here before we have to get to L.A. and then oh merciful heavens there’s the Paris shoot. I have to go, make sure she’s ready.” She threw that last at me before heading out the door in a rush.

My little farm girl was still in a daze it seemed, which was fine by me. I didn’t want her coming up for air until I had her well and truly tied.

I’d given it lots of thought in the last week; in fact it’s all I’d been able to think of. That first night after I’d left her, feeling like I was abandoning her somehow, I’d been up the whole night plotting and scheming in my head.

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In the early hours of the morning I’d formulated my plans and not willing to waste a second, had headed for the airstrip and L.A. I hated like hell leaving her in the city unguarded, but it needed to be done in person. I didn’t tell Paulette what my plans were though, that was no one else’s business after all.

But I did tell her about the new beauty that had fallen into our lap and how great she would be for the campaign.

She knew all about Marion and her ways, so it was easy to talk her into playing along there as well. And I knew that once she saw my Kitten that she would be sold.

I’d decided that that’s what I would call her, Kitten, because her hair reminded me of a tabby. Now she was looking like she was about to pass out. “Here have a seat, drink this.” I passed her the bottle of water I’d taken from my mini fridge after opening it for her.

“What about my job here? I feel so bad leaving aunt Marion after she’s been so kind.”

Really? I knew she had been anything but. I’d been keeping tabs on the goings on on the editing floor and knew very well how Marion had been treating her.

I also heard that my Kitten had been a trooper and had taken it all in stride. I’d expected no less, but it burned me up that Marion had been treating her so shabbily.

“I don’t think she would mind at all, after all, isn’t that why you came to New York? To become famous?”

“Yes, but, this is all happening so fast.” She looked at me as if to ask what she should do.

“I think it’s great; and so you know, I’ve taken the liberty of calling your folks and giving them the good news. They’re very excited for you. In fact why don’t you call them right now?”

“I’ll have to wait until I get back to the apartment, I don’t have a cell phone.”

“Here use mine.” That’s the first thing I have to take care of, getting her a phone. I need to have a means of contact with her at all times, and calling Marion’s house phone was out of the question.

For what I had planned, cutting Marion out of the picture was high on my agenda, that’s why the phone-call to her parents earlier. I planned on opening a line of communication with them, and building a trust so that they never questioned anything I said or did in the future.

I knew that a girl like my Kitten, who was still so loyal to her roots, would appreciate that. I didn’t see it as being deceitful, more like a means to an end.

I had great plans for her after all and all for her benefit and mine. I couldn’t wait to get started on her training. It just might kill me, but it was worth it, she was worth it.

She’s the only woman who’s been able to bring out the feelings in me that she had and in such a short time. Something I’d been searching for, but had almost given up hope of ever finding. My cock sprang to life at the thoughts that played in my mind.