Executive Engagement

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William

This is really fucking stumping me. My head’s reeling as I try to figure it out.

When my golf caddy removes her shirt, I ought to be enjoying her tits, right?

But all I can fucking think about is whether Golden Acres Country Club is hiring their caddies from the strip club down the road, or if she’s been equipped with these massive breast implants as precautionary flotation devices in case I hit my ball into the lake or something.

“Like what you see?” she coos, shimmying in the dim, flickering light.

The whole course is illuminated with tiki torches right now—because when William fucking Ambrose wants to golf at midnight, even the country club scrambles to oblige.

I shrug and give her a golf clap.

I’ve seen better.

Seen worse, too.

“Bend over,” I say, selecting a driving iron and weighing it in my hands. Feels good. Nice, hard and heavy. Perfect for what I’m about to do.

“Face down, ass up.”

“Oooh,” The caddy giggles, obliging me. “What are you gonna do? Spank me with your big, thick iron?”

“No,” I say, repositioning her hips to my liking and polishing my golf ball on my shirt.

“I’m gonna tee off your ass.”

The woman giggles, and I roll my eyes. She sounds like some valley girl from California.

On the bright side, she has a nice fucking ass.

Though I’ve seen better.

Seen worse, too.

“Better squeeze that ass. I don’t want my tee falling before I take my swing.”

“Ooh. Yes, sir!”

Another swig of whiskey—expensive fucking whiskey, and worth every penny—burns the back of my throat. But it’s fucking good. At two grand a bottle, it had better be.

The caddy giggles and looks at me over her shoulder. She gives her ass a little wiggle that, admittedly, makes my cock twitch just a bit under my pants.

It’s a nice fucking ass after all.

I slip the tee down between her cheeks and balance my ball on it. The smirk on my face widens as I step up to her and line up my shot.

Maybe after I nail this shot, I’ll take a moment to nail her, too. A little quickie between holes never hurt anyone.

“Will? Are you fucking serious right now?”

The sound of a mom voice from behind me completely ruins my swing, and my club

hits the cabby right in the ass. I’m more pissed at the ruined swing and less that I just hit the naked bimbo, since she seems to have fucking liked it.

The caddy moans, not in pain, but in delight.

Masochists, right?

But I don’t have time to deal with her saucy little kinks at the moment. I recognize the voice that spoiled my swing—I recognize it all too well.

“I can’t believe how fucking childish you are, Will.”

Sarah’s using the same fucking voice mom used on us when we were caught doing stupid shit as kids.