by Kylie Parker
“Dean Marshall
‘Marshall’s’ Artificial Intelligence
CEO
“I still can’t wrap my head around that term: ‘Artificial Intelligence’,” Isabelle murmured.
“I think it’s just a way for computer geeks to describe computers, Izzy. It’s like saying: ‘Yep. We can actually make a computer think. It doesn’t really matter if we have to enter all the necessary information. The stupid machine can have a mind of its own.’ What a load of crap,” Monica said sarcastically, keeping her eyes on the road.
“Hey, check this out: ‘Hmmm, what the hell am I gonna do with you?’ Aren’t you tired of being ordered around all the time?” Isabelle aimed a slap in the face of an imaginary computer in front of her.
“Now, come on, grow a freaking brain before I slap some sense into you, you worthless piece of junk.” She then went on to grab and shake the imaginary computer in front of her.
“Yep. That about sums it up,” Monica chuckled.
“Wait a minute…” Isabelle had an epiphany.
“I still remember most of the bands in college using ‘Marshall’ amplifiers. I’ve seen that guy in the paper. Dean is the heir to all that colossal fortune. He doesn’t strike me as a computer geek. What do you think?”
“Ooh! The plot thickens!” Monica faked a British accent.
“Well…” She cleared her throat.
“No. He looks more like a swimmer if you ask me. And he’s tall enough for a woman like me.” At that point, Monica took her eyes off the road and leaned back in her seat.
“Honestly, I’d love to have him swim in my pool…”
This was probably one of the few times that Isabelle did not (or could not) get Monica’s sarcasm. She did not appreciate her comments.
“Hey!” she yelled. A crooked smile formed on Monica’s face. Then, she opened her eyes and looked at the road for a second before she faced her friend.
“See? I told you, darling: You love him. He’s your knight in shining armor. That’s my Isabelle. Always looking for Mr. Right.” Monica put her right hand on Isabelle’s shoulder and squeezed it gently.
“Damn… I’m awfully predictable sometimes,” Isabelle complained.
“But, I don’t love him,” she added.
“I’m not having the same conversation with you again, Izzy. No airplanes, no annoying passengers, no stupid customs and no more horny pilots for the next couple of weeks. I suggest we have some serious fun…” Monica tried to take Isabelle’s mind off Dean. Under any other circumstances, her words would probably have an effect on her. But, not this time. Blown away by his commanding presence and his great looks, Isabelle now wondered about his job.
“Ok, so a rich guy like him is working? It’s quite commendable. I don’t care if he’s a computer geek. He saved all those people yesterday. We wouldn’t be here, if it weren’t for him. God, I wanna meet him so much. But, what the hell is he working on? Isn’t his family in the music business?
“Are you still with me here?” Monica’s voice snapped Isabelle out of her thoughts.
“Yeah…” she lazily muttered.
“I’m still thinking about ‘Artificial Intelligence.’ What is it about? Any clues?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, Izzy.” Monica slowed down and turned right towards a gas station.
“But, it can be a lot of things. I’ve heard my sister’s kids talking about it. It’s in computer games, like football, basketball, soccer, and all kinds of sports games in general. It’s been around for quite some time. Remember that movie The Terminator? You know, the one that guys couldn’t stop talking about back in junior high? Now, I need to gas my baby up. You’re driving next. And please, focus on the road.” Monica was tired and hoped that her short speech would serve as a call to reality. Neither of them liked action-packed thrillers like The Terminator.
“Yeah, I get it. I just hope we don’t run into Schwarzenegger,” Isabelle chirped.
Chapter Three
A few minutes past 9pm, the two friends finally arrived at their destination. Kate’s house was the first estate to the left on Actors Colony Road. Although much smaller than the surrounding buildings, it looked quite big and luxurious on the outside. The black, iron front gate was open. A marble staircase led to a lush, rose tree garden. In the middle of the garden was a narrow walkway, lined with long, gray stones. The house itself was more than 40ft tall and was painted beige on the outside with 7x5ft, aluminum windows on each side. The front door was different, though. It was black and made of wood. Adding to the beauty of the estate was a large fountain, eight yards to the left of the front door.
Isabelle did not approve of their marriage; she thought that Kate was marrying Jonathan for his money. On the other hand, Monica supported her friend and only advised her to follow her heart.
Monica pressed on the doorbell on the left side of the door. It took a while for Kate to open it. When she did, almost three minutes later, they witnessed something they did not expect: Kate used to be a coquette, but that was clearly not the case anymore. She had a golden silk robe on and her long, straight blonde hair was messy. Furthermore, she looked different. Before she got married, Kate was 5’6” and weighed about 120lbs; rather thin for her height. Yet, she seemed to have put on at least 10 lbs and her hair was now dyed dark red. Other than that, the young woman did not look any different; She had almond-shaped hazel eyes, low cheekbones, and ample lips.
“Heeeeeeeeeey!” Kate welcomed her friends with a broad smile and opened her arms for a quick hug.
“Hi, baby! I’ve missed you.” Isabelle was the first to hug her.
“I’ve missed you, too. Mon, come here,” she signaled with her right hand.
“Hey, honey,” she hummed, before she too gave Kate a big hug.
Kate’s house was quite luxurious indeed. It featured oaken floors. Twenty feet across the front door and on the 18-ft tall ceiling was a massive chandelier. A large living room, with two, 4-seated black leather couches was to the left, after a small, narrow corridor. Between the couches was a 6ft-long brown wooden table. Across that table was a 55” TV. A kitchen with a 4.5ft-tall, granite counter was to the right. One more, long, narrow corridor led to a bathroom to the right. 25 feet down that corridor was a staircase that led to the first floor.
Isabelle and Monica left their four suitcases next to the first couch they came across. They had missed Kate a lot and were too tired to take them to their bedrooms upstairs. In fact, they all sat on the couch closest to the wall. Kate sat between them. Monica sat on her left while Isabelle sat on her right.
“How are things with work? Is anybody giving you a hard time?” Kate looked at Monica and Isabelle, one at a time.
“Well, you know how it is. Corporate interests, tight schedules, ‘no delays’ rules… Nothing’s changed since you left, Kate,” Isabelle said, answering her question. She sounded frustrated.
“What about you? How’s married life? Where’s Jonathan?” Monica gave her a gentle jab in the ribs. Kate lowered her eyes and her smile disappeared. It was clear that her friend’s question had upset her.
“Not so good. He’s on a business trip to Las Vegas. But, I--” She did not have time to finish her sentence. At that point, the three women heard the sound of a toilet flushing.
“This is awkward…” Monica mumbled.
“Yeah, you’ve been busy. Is that what you were gonna say?” Isabelle’s voice got high-pitched.
“Are you cheating on him?” She glared at Kate, unwilling to keep her voice down. Kate shut her eyes and put her hands on her face, covering her eyes.
“Yes…” she sighed.
“It’s not been easy, you guys. I went from traveling all over the world to living on my own, you know? He’s never around and when he is, he’s too exhausted to even think about me…”
“Who’s the guy in the bathroom?” Monica got curious.
“He’s my…gardener. Hey, Sean!” she yelled. Five seconds later, Sean em
erged with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He was 6ft tall, about 190lbs with short, straight black hair, dark-brown eyes, a square, pointy face, high cheekbones, and a dimple on his chin. Probably unable to keep the towel in place, he had squeezed his left thumb between it and his abdomen. Roughly 20 years old, Sean had a well-sculpted body. He had a dark complexion, and he also was a little thin for his height, but with cut muscles on his arms, rock-hard pecks, a broad, almost hairless chest, and toned abs.
“Hi…” he murmured and caught their attention.
“I’d shake your hand, if I had some clothes on…” He was so embarrassed that he blushed.
“Sean… Go put your clothes back on, will ya? We’re in the middle of something here…” Kate appeared to be ordering him. The young man then nodded and complied.
“Looks like our friend here’s gotten herself a boy toy.” Monica got sarcastic again, staring at Kate.
“And a hot one, I must say. Not to mention he’s as dumb as a stump.” Isabelle had to speak her mind.
“He’s not dumb…” Kate protested.
“If he wasn’t dumb, he wouldn’t be a gardener, sweetheart. What kind of a man introduces himself to anyone, with a towel wrapped around his waist?” Monica mellowed her voice. She did not want to ruin their time off by arguing with her friend.
“Ok, let’s not go there. Can you ask your dumbass boy toy if he’s got any friends? Oops. Sorry. I meant… What was his name again? Oh, yeah. Sean.” Isabelle leaned to her left and hugged Kate, who by that time, was at a loss for words.
“I thought you’d be mad at me…” Kate squinted at Isabelle, ending their embrace.
“We are, but I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life. Plus, we don’t want to start this holiday with a big fight.” Isabelle looked down at Kate’s chest. She was different. Her B cups had disappeared; her boobs were much bigger.
“Was the boob job his idea or yours?” Isabelle giggled.
“It was his idea. Too bad he’s never here to enjoy them. And that doctor did a great job…” Kate undid the belt on her robe and was about to take it off, but Monica stopped her.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Let me stop you right there, Katie. Did I mention that Isabelle has a crush on this huge, rich guy?” Monica put her right arm around Kate’s back and used her left index finger to point at Isabelle.
“Huh! You’re kidding me!” Kate got excited.
“Come on, do tell!” She faced Monica and opened her eyes widely.
“It’s all over the news. Our plane almost crashed yesterday and that guy saved the day, really. Too bad our captain died, though. I liked him; he was a good man. Didn’t you hear it?” Monica was confused. Their adventure was on the front page of every newspaper in America and on the internet as well.
“Sorry, guys. I haven’t been doing much since Jonathan left a couple of days ago. All I do is…”
“Have sex?” Isabelle interjected.
“Well, yeah…” They all burst into laughter. Monica collapsed onto Kate and Isabelle lay back in the couch, holding her stomach. This was probably the first time that the three friends were actually having fun with each other, like they used to. However, it was already late; Monica and Isabelle had been driving for nearly twelve hours and needed some rest. Kate had other things in mind, but she would have to wait for her friends to go to bed.
Chapter Four
Like every woman on Planet Earth, Kate wanted to feel desirable. Neglected by her husband, they hardly ever had sex anymore and when they did, it was not a good experience at all: It never lasted more than ten minutes and Jonathan hated foreplay. He thought it was just a waste of time, much to Kate’s frustration.
So, when she seduced Sean, roughly three weeks earlier, the former flight attendant made a promise to herself: Enjoy it as much as possible. Due to his job, Sean could spend long hours in and around the house without causing much suspicion. It was perfect. Now that Jonathan was away, Kate was determined to spend a lot of time in bed.
At 11:40 that night, she crept back into her bedroom. The only light available was the light from the TV, fifteen feet across Kate’s oval-shaped bed. Sean was lying on his left side, sleeping under a red blanket. It would be easy for her to go and rub her body against his or even kiss him but, as usual, she wanted him to go to her.
She took off her robe and tossed it on her nightstand. Kate was completely naked, just like when her friends knocked on her door that night. On her toes, she went over to the left side of the bed and turned around. She was not so tall, but most men loved her curvaceous body and Sean was no different. More than that, he gave her D cups the proper attention. Kate went on all fours on the gray carpet, five feet to the left of the bed, facing the window in the middle of her bedroom.
“Sean… Sean?” she whispered.
“I can’t find my purple pendant. Can you help me look?” She raised her voice slightly and looked over her right shoulder with her arms parallel to one another. The young man slowly opened his eyes. As soon as Kate saw that, she smiled at him.
“Come on, Sean. Wake up and help me look…” At that moment, she took her right hand off the floor and curled her index finger. But, she would face him no more. Kate wanted to feel his desire and she had already done enough to arouse him. In a second, she heard the blanket being thrown away.
“Ooh! You bad boy…” Sean had kneeled behind her; his big hands were on her hips. However, she did not expect his next move. He began to run his tongue along her spine, from bottom to top. Kate tilted her head back and faced the ceiling. Sean’s wet tongue made her tingle. With his tongue on her neck, he took his hands off her hips and ran his index fingers on her ribs.
“Taking our time, aren’t we? I thought you’d be licking my pussy by now… Oh, that feels good.” Kate sighed and bit her lower lip, sensing his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her neck. She welcomed that surprise. Soon enough, she also felt his right hand on her midsection, slowly going up, towards her chest. He filled his palm with her boob and repeated the same move with his left hand. Sean had arched his back, leaning towards her, with his 7.5-inch cock pressing against her entrance. It was getting bigger and harder by the second.
The young man went on to lay soft kisses all over Kate’s back. Her breath was getting heavier. He slid his hands down until they were back on her hips. This time though, he would not take them off so fast. Instead, they traveled further down and stopped on her big, juicy ass. Kate licked her upper lip and looked over her shoulder again, only to watch as Sean closed his eyes, grabbed her buttocks, and squeezed them once. He then leaned forward, towards her round ass…
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Kate’s body stiffened, feeling Sean’s full lips on her buttocks. His worship had just begun. Every few seconds, he would pinch it lightly, squeeze it, kiss and lick it, from left to right or vice versa. Something Jonathan had never done to her.
“I’m getting so wet… God, he’s so good with his mouth I wanna fuck him all night long…
Kate took her hand off the floor and put it on Sean’s head before she ran her fingers through his short hair. She then pressed it against her ass while she pushed her crotch against his lips at the same time. Then, her gardener laid a final, sloppy kiss on her right buttock. Eagerly anticipating his next move, Kate no longer pressed her crotch against him. For all she knew, he could well enter her at that moment. Nonetheless, it seemed that he had other plans.
“Oh my God!” A loud moan escaped Kate. Sean’s lips were on her wet labia. His right hand squeezed her butt cheek some more while he used his left index and middle fingers to rub her clit from underneath. Kate’s body jerked forward. She needed his hands on her boobs, but that was pretty much out of the question at that time. So, she put her right hand down to support her weight and used her left hand to fondle her large boobs.
Even though Sean was still quite young, he appeared to be quite good at foreplay. He flicked his tongue on Kate’s entrance in a very fast pace, still r
ubbing her clit from underneath. He then laid sloppy kisses on her pussy lips, sucking her juices until his tongue reached her clit. Right after that, he took his hand off of it. Both of his hands landed hard on Kate’s gorgeous ass.
“Lick it… Come on, lick my clit…” she urged him. Of course, the young man did not need much motivation. He had a beautiful woman at his mercy and he was determined to give her a good time.
Sean pulled her crotch closer to his face. He then rubbed her entrance with his right middle finger. It was soaking wet. Kate’s soft moans filled the room. Slowly, Sean pushed his finger inside her and kept licking her swollen clit.
“I’m gonna cum…” Kate banged her right hand on the carpet. Sean quickened his pace and took her clit in his mouth, biting it gently. He kept it between his teeth for five seconds while he finger-fucked her, faster and faster. Then, he placed his dexterous tongue on it again and flicked it.
“I’m cumming…” Kate groaned and pushed her crotch against his face once more. Amidst her loud moans and Sean’s muffled sighs, she put her right hand back on his head and climaxed, rubbing pussy juices all over his face. Sean would not stop, though. Even after Kate came, he kept vigorously kissing and licking her butt cheeks.
“Look at you; I just love it when you make me cum like that…” Kate looked at him once more and smiled at him. Her sexy voice filled his ears.
“I wanna return the favor. Lay down for me…”
Sean looked up at her. His sly smile sent her pulse rising. Sean had just given her a powerful orgasm and Kate’s only thought was to please him as much as he pleased her.
The young man did not speak. As soon as he complied, Kate rose and climbed in bed, facing him. He had taken a bath earlier and the scent of the expensive body wash he had used still lingered on his skin.