Train Me Daddy

Michael’s father turned swiftly and he pointed at the both of us like he was chastising a little child after he had broken something of great value to his family. “Well played. I won’t forget about this. I’m just glad that I don’t have to see either one of you ever again. Any conversation will go through my son first. I might have underestimated you and I don’t think that I’ll be doing that again. You can tell Tanner from me that I won’t be causing any more problems. That’s not to say that I will automatically agree with any design that you come up with.” He walked out with Michael standing there not believing what he was seeing with his own eyes.

“I don’t know what that was about, but you actually scared him. Let me shake your hand. I’ve been trying to get his respect all of my life. I’m sorry that I gave you a hard time. I was just following orders like a good soldier. You don’t know how much I want this to work out. Working with the both of you is going to be my pleasure. Anybody that can take my father down a peg is OK in my books.” He bowed politely and then followed his father like a dutiful son.

“You know that bluffing at cards only leads to trouble. We don’t know anything about that skeleton in his closet. It’s a good thing that he thinks that we do. I think that we have a reason to celebrate. We’re going to have a good time tonight. You said all of that with a straight face. I’m not sure that I should be impressed or scared that you can lie through your teeth so easily.” I did enjoy the way that they had no choice but acknowledge my existence. I could see that it was easier for Michael than it was for his father. That was a man that had a certain way about him. He was used to using intimidation tactics like fine print in a contract.

“I’ve never been so turned on in my life. That was great, but what fueled my sexual appetite, even more, was putting that old man in his place. There was a crack in his stoic façade that I couldn’t stop smiling about.” He lifted me from the chair and placed my ample posterior on the table. He sat down and placed his head in my lap with my fingers moving through his short hair.

“It was interesting to see that switch turn on and off. This is not going to be easy, but in life, anything that is worth doing is worth doing the right way. I can only speak for myself, but I have this hunger that needs to be fed. Breakfast was good, but I’m sure that there is something that you can give me to wet my appetite.” I was alluding to the long and packed sausage in his pants. “We don’t have to be to work until tomorrow. We have all day and I think that we can make good use of that time in a constructive way.” He raised his head and lifted me once again into his arms.

“I think that you are a dirty girl in need of a good scrubbing. Let’s go see what we can do about using that sunken tub.” I had a feeling that there was going to be water everywhere.

I found out later that I was pregnant with his child. I was going to keep that to myself until there was a more advantageous time to spring this on him. We had spoken about children in the past and I knew that he wanted a big family. That was one thing that we had in common amongst others.

As he bounded up the stairs two steps at a time, I knew that the fire that we had for one another was never going to be contained. It didn’t matter what country we were in or what kind of workload we had. We would always have special moments just for us. I was looking forward to a bright future with the man that I loved.

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Lust: A Womanizer Series

PART 1: CHEATING HEARTS

Gillian West had been burned too many times by men to get caught up in any kind of romance that goes nowhere. Her life consists of selling high-end cars to those discerning men that have what she calls a midlife crisis. She is approached by three women that have an instant dislike for Marshall Peters. They explain how her reputation has gotten around as being the only woman willing to do what it takes to shame men. This is different. This man is not married and has no significant other. The man in question is a rich philanderer with no ring on his finger and only a good time in his heart. They convince her that he needs to be humiliated and knocked down a few pegs from his masochistic ways. At first, she thinks it’s going to be a cakewalk, but upon meeting Marshall she begins to doubt herself. He’s handsome, charming and if she’s not careful she might be his next hit and run victim with her panties on his floor. How can she remain professional and look into his brilliant blue eyes?

I could feel the rain bouncing off the camouflaged slicker that I was wearing. I could smell the flowers. It was that distinct aroma that always caused my allergies to act up. It was a good thing that I had taken some medication. The feeling of the mud sticking against my boots was a good reminder that what I was doing was not what most people would want to be doing at this time of night.

I didn’t even know how I got started doing this as a hobby. I did get a bit of a rush finding that unique shot that was going to be worth more than 1000 words. The damn fool had his curtain open and pressing up against the glass was this buxom blonde with breasts that defied gravity. I felt a little awkward seeing those melons and knowing that I didn’t hold a candle.

I waited for the precise time when the man’s head would appear over her shoulder biting her ear lobe and nipping at her neck. I took the shot, zooming in and getting the best possible angle to prove his shame and cheating ways.

It was obvious that the man was having a midlife crisis. His hair was thinning and he was blatantly trying to cover it up with a comb over. The only reason why this was brought to my attention in the first place was because the man’s wife started to see the signs that he was stepping out on her.

I saw her standing and looking at one of the expensive vehicles. It had my radar on high alert. I knew that she wasn’t there to buy a car and that my reputation for those things that I did in the dead of night had gotten around by word of mouth.

I pressed the button on my phone which was attached to a blue tooth in my ear. On the first ring, she was quite anxious to learn the truth. They always think that they are ready to hear it, but they’re never truly prepared for the evidence to be so damning.

“I know that you wouldn’t have called unless you had something to report. Miss West, I don’t know how you can do this work and feel good about yourself. I’m not one to cast stones and my marriage hasn’t been exactly beer and skittles. I like to think that I satisfy my man, but it has become painfully clear that he needs something that I can’t give him. I want to know if I have grounds for a divorce or if I can win him back by some insane and naughty act. I can hopefully make him see that what he has at home is better than he can get anyplace else.” Mrs. Sanders had me feeling a little bit guilty about my role in how their marriage was going to dissolve.

“If you must know, I’m just trying to be impartial and give women a fighting chance. We all have our suspicions and sometimes they pan out and sometimes they don’t. Guys are guilty of lying through their teeth and telling us what we need to hear with sweet nothings in our ear. I’m sending you some photos and I do believe that they will capture his likeness perfectly.” I had my eye on the prize. The money that Mrs. Sanders was paying was through the nose. I didn’t do this for the money. It was my way to get back at those that had burned me in the past.

I heard the gasp on the other end of the phone and I knew that the photos told the story. There was silence and it was that awkward moment that made me wonder if she was going to start screaming or crying. I could never stand to hear a woman crying. It was primarily the reason why I went into the sales of high-end vehicles for discerning men that really were trying to make up for some kind of shortcoming.

I was not opposed to using my sexuality and the curves that I was born with to my advantage. I liked to think that I was doing women a favor by selling them these cars. It was either that or they would slip the hard one to those girls that might give them the attention that they were looking for.

“You’ve done your job. I thought that it was going to be a stranger, but learning that it’s my sister puts things into perspective. I should have known something was going on between them, but I didn’t think that my own sister would stoop that low to sleep with my husband behind my back.” It didn’t appear that this had anything to do with a certain sexual act. The photos depicted both of them relieving that tension with a little more than lip service.

“You’ve already paid half the price and I will happily accept the rest whenever you get the chance to deposit it into my account. I’m sorry that you had to learn about your husband and your sister’s duplicitous ways. It’s better that you know and you can’t allow them to think that they are getting one over on you.” I was trying to be devil’s advocate and I didn’t want her to do anything that was going to cause more harm than good.

“It’s funny, but I’m not really all that angry. I kinda find it a little bit exciting but also galling at the same time. I always thought that it would be quite something to involve my sister in a threesome. Perhaps this is the way to get them to realize that three doesn’t necessarily have to be a crowd. I get the feeling that they are only doing it because it’s considered taboo. I think that you may have noticed that she’s my twin sister. She doesn’t have anybody and she just lost her husband a month ago to an unforeseen car accident.” I had no idea why she was telling me any of this and this was certainly not any of my business.

“I’m only paid to get the evidence and what you do with it after that is your concern. I don’t judge and I’m certainly not any kind of saint. I thought that monogamy was the right way to go, but it always seems to be too much for a man to commit to. I don’t mind telling you that I get my thrills out of finding some young piece of ass and giving him a few lessons in how to treat a woman right. I like to get them when they are young barely out of their teens when I can mold them and give them an experience that they will never forget.” I found myself reliving past transgressions and smiling at the way that I would leave them a husk of their former self.

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bsp; “Miss West, I took the liberty of speaking to some of my girlfriends about you and I believe that you will be getting some more business. Your work is exemplary. I may not like what I have learned, but at least, I can sleep better knowing the truth. I thought that I would want to kill him, but since it is my sister, it seems fitting to confront them. I’ll send your final payment by morning and that is something that you can take to the bank literally and figuratively.” The line went dead and I packed up what I had but not before I took a few final shots of him spilling his excitement all over her pendulum breasts.

I was a voyeur and seeing behind closed doors what people did was my Christmas. I had learned many different techniques and positions by being the fly on the wall. I was that blonde creature of the night that stood at 5’9, 130lbs and I had long silky blond hair that was out of a bottle. The drapes certainly didn’t match the rug, although you wouldn’t know that when you got me naked and saw the way that I shaved completely bare.

I thought about my ex-boyfriend Henry and how I had found him cavorting with the dog walker. I might’ve been able to get over it, but the dog walker in question was a Latino man. I didn’t even know that he had those tendencies. They were living together. I was still friendly with the both of them and even showed up for Sunday dinner from time to time.