Jacked

by Chance Carter

  My God, she’s just so beautiful! Brad thinks to himself, not knowing how he’s going to hold back. Her tits are so perky, and the way the pearls drape on her neck makes her appear elegant and sexy at the same time. He wonders how the lingerie looks on her, how the lace trim on the panties looks against her skin. He would love to bite them off and ravage her body in ways she has never known before. He loves how innocent she is underneath it all, knowing no one has ever touched her before.

  He wants to be her first for everything. Her first hickey, her first orgasm with a man, her first fingering, her first blowjob. God, it excites him, all of the things he can teach and show her

  He knows he has to be careful about not scaring her away, though, and he needs to make her feel at ease. He has met other virgin ballerinas before, but none who looked or acted like Kelly, and none who have made his heart pound like this.

  He can see how hard she’s trying to look like she has it together, taking careful steps up toward the plane. He knows she is anxious inside and he loves how she’s maintaining her composure. She is such a lady in hiding, with no idea how wonderful she is. He can’t wait to bring out her true self, away from the country girl she believes herself to be.

  What was her life like back home? She looks so untouched and innocent, like she’s never had the burden of too much pain or disappointment, he thinks to himself. So fresh and he’d never want her to ever get hurt. He wants to protect her from this bad world and preserve her precious nature.

  Kelly was like that. She had what seemed to be a perfect life. No major problems, just the typical things normal, teenage girls go through—nervousness about life and hormonal changes, along with worries about her future dreams and goals. Her parents never made her work too hard and supported her in whatever her dreams were. That’s why she became such a graceful ballerina.

  Maybe Jane’s parents are perfectionists, common among ballerinas, never giving her a chance to have a life outside of ballet classes. Living and breathing it, forced to dance at the exclusion of a normal high school life with friends and other activities.

  Brad’s family was always money-hungry, and he never had a chance to learn anything besides being an entrepreneur and saving money. He dreamed of playing basketball or just taking off and backpacking across Europe, but those things didn’t make money. He knew his only worth would be what he made for the family.

  He took over the business owned by his parents when they died two years ago in a car crash, but quite honestly, it wasn’t as tragic for him as when Kelly died. She had been his heart and her death left him aching for that kind of love again.

  His parents didn’t like Kelly because she was a distraction from the family business, and she wasn’t of the same ilk as them. They thought she would drag Brad down with her.

  He hadn’t been allowed to date anyone outside of his class after her death, and the women they tried to arrange for him were boring, stuffy, full of themselves, and prima donnas.

  But Brad wants a real woman, a woman who is caring, loving and sexy—all wrapped up in one package. A woman untainted by the greed of the world.

  Jane steps through the door and he quickly turns away from her, pretending he’s on a call and adjusting himself in his pants.

  “Yes, Chris, I am firm about that. No deals are going ahead without my approval, got it?”

  Brad asserts his authority, trying to show Jane he’s a man who takes charge.

  He can feel Jane’s presence behind him and his spine tingles. Her energy feels so loving, and he can sense a tinge of nervousness in her, as well. He needs to remain cool and collected, making sure she doesn’t run out the door and leave him behind.

  He turns around and their eyes meet. He smiles and raises his finger to show he’ll just be a minute or so on the phone. He motions for her to sit on the leather couch, then turns back around to the bar to pour her a champagne while he pretends to finish his conversation.

  Chapter 11

  “Ah, Ms. Jane Bryden. I’m so glad you accepted my invitation,” Brad smiles, as if this were just another business deal. He hands Jane a flute of champagne.

  Sitting down across from him, she notices his jawline is stern and steady. His dark eyes show authority, but there is also a gentleness to them. He has a confidence and a comforting presence somehow all at the same time.

  Jane feels a bit awkward sitting across from him, remembering how they made out at the bar two nights before. She wonders what he really thought of her and isn’t sure if she should be embarrassed about her behavior or flattered by the attention.

  The fact that he invited her here and offered her a million dollars probably says a lot. Now that she’s sitting across from him, she feels a wave of anxiety, wondering if she really could sleep with him. She knows she wouldn’t be as exciting in bed as she hopes to be, and is terrified of disappointing him.

  Snapping out of it, Jane is a bit stunned at how easy going he is about all of this, as if he has done it with other women before. She’s now getting the picture, and she’s really not sure if she should trust him. It could very well be that he sees her as some skanky girl and has hired her for sex.

  Jane looks around at her options. The door is still open and she could leave if she wanted to. She starts sweating a bit under her arms and asks if she can use the washroom before they take off.

  Brad gets up and shows her the way, trying not to be obvious as he looks at her cleavage. Her breasts look so delicate and soft.

  “Right over there, Ms. Bryden,” he points. He can see she is feeling jittery and uncertain, and wonders what has set her off.

  Jane goes into the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror to try and gain strength. She talks to herself in her mind. Look here, Jane, you may have gotten yourself into a pickle. There’s still time for you to leave and not get hurt. Just be straight with him.”

  Jane flushes the toilet, pretending she used it, and washes her hands. She opens the door, ready to confront him, but Brad beats her to it.

  “So, Ms. Bryden, you are probably wondering what you are doing on this plane and why I’ve offered you a million dollars,” Brad states directly.

  “Well, it had crossed my mind,” replies Jane, with a bit of a sarcastic tone.

  “Well, you see, you remind me a lot of a budding talent I knew years ago. She looked a lot like you and even danced as elegantly as you do. She had your same stature, and had a more natural appearance than most of the other girls. You see, I like that. You have personality, and you stand out from the rest. I want to support you in your career, and at the same time, see if there might be a spark between us. I know we need some time to get to know each other, but I’m sure you felt it the other night at the bar. Am I right?” Brad asks, matter-of-factly.

  “Well yes, now that you mention it. I found it to be a satisfying experience,” Jane says, blushing and looking down at the floor.

  “Well, all I ask from you this week is to join me at some key events, and we’ll have our meals together. I’ll be giving you a mystery note every day with instructions. None of it will ask you to perform anything sexual, unless you feel moved to, which I would willingly accept of course,” Brad explains, again without a blink of an eye.

  Jane’s suspicion grows stronger, and she is feeling more agitated.

  “Mr. Halliwell, I need to ask you something, and I’ll warn you, it may seem direct,” Jane speaks up.

  “What is it, Ms. Bryden?”

  Brad leans in with his legs splayed open, exposing the huge bulge in his pants.

  “Have you done this before? Offered a young woman a lot of money to go away with you?”

  “Oh, you mean like an escort?” he responds easily, apparently not offended in the least. “No, I actually have never done this kind of thing before. There is just something about you, Jane. Something I can’t quite put my finger on, but it has caught me up in a way I don’t understand,” he replies honestly. “I would love it if you would join me for the week, but o
nly if you feel comfortable, of course.”

  Jane smiles and looks demurely out the window, blushing. She has never had a man show such interest in her before, much less give her the chance to choose whatever she wants.

  “Does that answer your question, Ms. Bryden?”

  “Jane. You can call me Jane, Mr. Halliwell. And I will gladly accept your offer,” she replies.

  They shake hands and he holds hers longer, the warmth of the gesture setting her heart at ease.

  “Please call me Brad.”

  Brad signals to the pilot to go-ahead for closing the door and getting on with the plan. The pilot goes to the cockpit and soon they take off for Brad’s private island in the middle of the Caribbean.

  “You’ll be arriving in three hours, Mr. Halliwell,” announces the pilot.

  “Perfect. Everything is working out just perfectly,” responds Brad.

  Chapter 12

  “So, have you ever travelled outside the country before, Jane?” Brad asks, hoping he gets to be the first person to show her a whole new world outside of what she is used to.

  “Well, honestly, no. My mother had a heart attack at the thought of me living in New York, she’d die if I told her I was going to somewhere completely foreign,” Jane replies.

  “So you didn’t tell your mom you were going away this week?” Brad asks, piqued at the thought that Jane does have a rebellious side to her.

  Jane blushes and looks to the ground, feeling like she was just found out. There has always been a battle inside of her, between wanting to do the right thing for her parents and wanting to experience more of the world.

  She has urges to do whatever she wants without rules or limits, to see more, do more and break out of the box everyone wants to put her in. She knows her mother would be worried sick if she knew she was doing this, and would do everything in her power to make sure Jane wasn’t on this plane.

  “Well, no, I didn’t. She wouldn’t understand. She’s very small-minded, you know,” Jane says calmly. “Life back home is a bit boring and everyone is afraid of strangers. They just wouldn’t understand.”

  Brad loves the way she talks. Honest, yet composed, trying to hold in her anxiety and embarrassment. Her cute lips, how they move when she speaks, still revealing that part of Utah in her that is innocent and in his mind, simply charming.

  She has the cute curl turning up on the side of her mouth when she finishes her sentences. Oh, how he would love to just go up to her and lightly kiss those lips, just to feel their softness.

  “Well, that’s very courageous of you, Jane,” Brad acknowledges, truly impressed. “I admire women who are willing to walk to their own beat and show fearlessness. That takes a lot of guts.”

  Jane has never really seen herself that way. She always felt herself to be frail on the inside and a bit of a coward. She doesn’t see herself as having guts just because she frequently withholds the truth from her parents or because she moved to New York. She sees herself as quite idiotic for chasing her dreams, especially since everything is falling apart. Jane had begun believing that only fools chase dreams, and in the end she would have to settle for the life she’s been given and accept her mundane fate, giving up her dream to dance in New York.

  Jane looks around at the inside of the plane and sees her reflection in the window. She hardly recognizes herself with her hair up and the form-fitting outline of the dress. Is that really me? How did I go from broke and about to be evicted to here?

  “Honestly, I never in a million years expected I would do such things. I just had to follow my spirit, but look at where it’s led me,” she says, looking Brad directly in the eye.

  She turns and looks out the window. Flushing a bright red, Jane is stunned. She was so surprised she even did that. She has never been like this with anybody before, so bold, sassy, and direct. She really does feel this attraction to Brad, as if he has a magnetic pull on her.

  She wonders if she’s losing her mind or if the drink has been spiked. How is it he does this to her?

  She wishes she had the courage to lean toward him, push him back on the seat, stand up and lift her dress to straddle his legs. She wants to grab his hand and lead it down to rub her inner thighs. She imagines teasing him before he gets to touch her pussy, then pushing his face in between her tits to get him fully aroused, keeping him on the edge of his seat, so to speak.

  She would sway her hips back and forth, using something she learned from the other ballet dancers who danced at a strip club part-time to put themselves through college. She would tease his cock to make it hard and keep him so horny. She’d rub her pussy on his cock with his pants on, releasing her juices all over him, not caring whether he didn’t have another pair to change into. She wants to make him squirm and beg for more. She can see in his eyes that he already is caught up in desire, he’s just afraid to show it.

  Jane turns her head away again, trying to give it some kind of energetic shake to snap her out of these crazy thoughts. God, these dirty thoughts, where are they coming from?

  Brad tilts his head, curious as to whether she’s really interested in him now that they are sober. Was that her being flirty, or is she just putting on an act for him because he’s paying her?

  He had worried she wouldn’t be that excited to see him, and this would end up being just another woman pretending she likes him. He really doesn’t know these days. He’s met so many who just want to use him for his money and will go to any length to win his heart and his wallet.

  Once, he was actually hooked on a woman named Linda, and it turned out she was the secret spy of another CEO, sent in to get in on Brad’s corporate secrets. He couldn’t risk that humiliation again and it nearly lost him the majority of shares in his own corporation.

  He learned not to let his heart care when it came to the women he seduced, so now he’s a bit taken aback at how he is letting himself trust Jane so easily. He suspects it is because she really didn’t know who he was that night at the bar, and she still accepted this proposal.

  “So, Jane, what do you like to do for fun?” asks Brad, half-hoping it might lead to some naughty play.

  “Well, that’s a word I haven’t heard in ages,” laughs Jane, breaking the sexual tension in the room. “All I know is, I’m having fun right now,” she says, very sincerely.

  Brad smiles and relaxes back into the recliner. “Me, too,” he says, thinking he hasn’t felt so truly at ease with a woman since Kelly, “me, too.”

  Chapter 13

  Jane takes off her shoes, and curls her legs up on the wide chair. Brad hands her a blanket in case she’s feeling chilly. It seems as if they’ve known each other forever, given how comfortable they already are. She has a sweet and light laugh, one that is genuine and says she’s truly listening to him.

  He asks if he can rub her feet.

  “Really?” Jane asks. “I’ve never had anyone ask me that before. Do I have to take off my nylons?” she asks.

  Brad doesn’t know if that’s an innocent question or an inviting one.

  Brad imagines her turning around and bending over, the satin dress tightening across her ass. Then pulling her dress up just enough, without revealing too much, then pulling down her nylons slowly, lifting one leg at a time. He loves watching a woman undress. He would push up against her, grab her hips, unzip his pants, pull out his hard cock, and fuck her long and hard from behind, all the while reaching around and fingering her wet pussy, giving her the best experience she has ever known in her life. He’d show her what fun is, and make her beg for more.

  “Brad? Nylons on or off?” Jane tries to get his attention.

  “Oh, sorry. On is just fine,” replies Brad, knowing he doesn’t totally trust himself already, and it would be even harder if he watched her take them off.

  She stretches out her leg and gives him her right foot. Placing it gently on his lap he goes to put his hands on the bottom of her foot and she immediately starts to giggle.

  “Oh, so you’re tick
lish, are you?” Brad jokes. “I wonder where else you’re ticklish,” he winks, hoping it won’t scare her away.

  “Well, that’s original,” Jane quips.

  Huh, she is a bit sassy, he thinks. He raises his eyebrow at her, then starts rubbing her feet more deeply.

  Jane loves it. She’s taking it all in. Nobody has ever done this before, and her whole body relaxes at once. She pushes the chair back so she is lying down. For some reason, she feels like she can trust Brad innately and that she could even fall right to sleep without worrying. As she has that very thought, she dozes off.

  Brad scans her body and wishes he could spread her legs wide open, thrusting himself toward her pussy and fucking her while she’s half asleep and half awake. He imagines she would moan and squeeze her pussy naturally, wanting more and more of his cock inside of her, letting him have whatever he wants as she surrenders to him totally.

  He can see up her dress a bit. She is wearing a garter belt to hold up her stockings, and he can see the outline of the champagne and rose-laced panties he bought her. He is getting another hard on, dying to see more of her, to spread her open and see how beautiful she looks. He wants to stroke her legs and get her tingling from the inside out, turning her on until she wants him as badly as he wants her.

  He wants to get her all worked up and sweaty, to the point where she has an animalistic desire to fuck him until it hurts, and coming just at the thought of him entering her. He’d lift her up to straddle him, pushing her up and down on his cock so hard and fast she would have to explode in a flood of hot wetness all over him while he stays hard the whole time. He’d keep pushing her up and down until he explodes inside of her, so much that it drips out all over the seat.

  She would scream and moan, so loud that the pilot could hear how much of a man Brad Halliwell is—a good, chick-fucking lover. The pilot would know that this beautiful young thing wants him, and he can satisfy her like no one else.