Connections

by Amber Bourbon

  Connections

  Title Page

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CONNECTIONS

  Amber Bourbon

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  © 2013 Amber Bourbon

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For more information please address amberbourbon@mail.com

  SMASHWORDS EDITIONS

  CHAPTER ONE

  Each and every moment that she sat in this conference room made her stomach ache. The way it twisted felt as if a balloon was caught in a straitjacket, wanting to expand by unable to do so. The oil painting hung above the head of the table, looking down with purpose. The face of her great-grandfather looking over the empire he had created.

  As she looked at the long cherry table and the empty seats that surrounded it, she couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up here. This had never been her plan, this had never been her dream, yet somehow, she had ended up in the position of keeping this company afloat. She wasn’t the family member with the brains or the education for this at all, really that belonged to her sister. Their father’s will however, had been crystal clear; he wanted Addison to be in charge.

  “Trying to get ready for the firing squad?” Bella, her older sister stood in the doorway. Her blond hair perfectly styled in a way that Addison had never been able to duplicate.

  Sighing Addison looked over at her sister, feeling once more very much inferior, “Just a little bit. I just wish I knew what I was supposed to be doing. I barely made it through college. You should be the one running this company, not me.”

  “That might be so, but that’s not what Dad wanted. For now, at least, you have to take charge. Grab the bull by the horn and take control.” A smile crept over Bella’s face that whenever Addison saw, it reminded her of Cruella Deville from 101 Dalmatians.

  Chewing on her acrylic covered nail Addison looked over at her sister as what she felt was a brilliant idea swept over her, “Bella, what if, what if, I give this a try for like six months, or even a year. Then if I just can’t do it, if it doesn’t feel right, I name you as my replacement.”

  Bella cracked her middle fingers before looking down at her younger sister, “Why Addison, I think that perhaps is a wonderful idea. I mean only if it’s what you would like.”

  Addison burst across the room, “Yes Bella, it is. It really, truly is.” She grabbed her sister by the shoulders, “See this way, Dad gets what he wanted, and then we can make things right.”

  Bella pulled away from her sister, “Very true. Now how long do you want to give this a try?”

  Addison began to chew her nails again, “Well, perhaps I should go for a whole year, otherwise it might be obvious that I’m giving up.”

  “Yes, I think a whole year would be good.” Bella smiled her villainous smile once again, “Though, Sister dear, if you do get in trouble before then, don’t feel like you can’t turn things over to me.”

  Addison felt the weight of the world release from her shoulders, “What would I do without you Bella?”

  Bella reached out and stroked her sisters strawberry blond hair, “Well Addison, let’s hope that you never have to find out.”

  “And cut!” The Directors voice called out over the speaker before he came out onto the stage floor and looked at his two actresses, Cassandra Wood who played Bella and Shayla Daniels who played Addison. “Girls, that was wonderful. It will be a great Friday cliffhanger. I love the way the two of you played it off. Addison, still unsure and unaware that Bella is full of jealousy, brilliant Shayla, and you Cassandra, the way you kept up with the calculated plan Bella has in store for her sister was perfect.”

  Shayla felt a sense of relief as the director made his comments, ever since she’d been told about the upcoming storyline where her character Addison would be hidden in a cabin in the woods, only to discover her Birth Mother was alive pending a recast in the role, her stomach had been in knots.

  “Shay?” Cassandra snapped her fingers several times trying to get her friends attention, “Earth to Shayla.”

  “Sorry, I think I drifted off into worry world over who will end up playing Addison’s Birth Mother.” She pulled out the hair tie that had been keeping her hair up and out of her face.

  Cassandra shook her head as she snatched the tie from Shayla and put her own hair up in a ponytail, “Oh please, what are you so worried about? Bringing back the character of Maeve after all this time is a great move. Plus, won’t it be awesome to explore the dynamic of the mother-daughter relationship between her and Addison, along with the one between Addison and Chloe?”

  “You’re right.” Shayla walked towards the door, “Plus the relationship between Bella and Addison and how Bella’s betrayal will affect them in the long run.”

  Cassandra stopped to pull off her high heels, “You know, I half wish Bella would end up in a coma, just so I could go a few months without wearing these damn things.”

  Shayla laughed as she looked at the flats she was wearing, “Well, it’s too bad that you never get to wear spiffy flats like these, but I guess this is one of the things that makes Addison the low maintenance type of girl and Bella the high maintenance type of girl.”

  Cassandra glared at her friend, “Ya know its stuff like that which makes me realty anxious to do the scene where Bella poisons Addison when they go out for cocktails.”

  Shayla shook her head as she opened the door of her dressing room, “Yes well, you will have to wait a whole week for that.”

  “True.” Cassandra pouted, “But, it is one of the first scenes we will get to tape when we get back from this week long break.”

  “I would much rather be here, pretending to be drugged up, then with my family or at my high school reunion.”

  “Oh come on now, it won’t be that bad. I mean you will spend most of your time off with your high school friends.” Cassandra flopped down on the couch.

  Shayla went behind the screen she had in the corner and began to change into her clothing and out of Addison’s. “I haven’t spoken to most of my high school friends in the past ten years, okay a few it’s been about six since I saw them after college graduation. But I only live a state away and I never visit home. I couldn’t even tell you if my high school still does all the same stuff for homecoming or if they’ve been changed by the internet age.”

  Cassandra started to laugh, “Yes, I’m sure the pep-rally has been replaced by all the kids just texting, or tweeting or facebooking each other.”

  Shayla stuck her head out from around the screen, “Okay, maybe not. But can you imagine how different it is compared to ten years ago?”

  “I don’t want to think about ten years ago. Hello, I was on a different soap playing a runaway teenager.” Cassandra shook her head, “Still can’t believe I lost the Emmy that year.”

  Shayla came out from behind the screen, no longer dressed in a business suit that would’ve made Amanda Woodward cringe, but now in a pair of jeans and t-shirts with a distressed image on it. “Yes well, Anorexia always beats teenage runaway, besides the role of Bella has got to be far more fulfilling.”

  Cassand
ra stood, digging her toes into the carpeting, “You only say that because you play the goody-goody and I get to play the menacing bitch of a sister.”

  “Which has got to be far more fun than the goody-goody with the tortured past.”

  “Touché, Shayla, touché!” Cassandra stretched and looked over at the clock on the counter, “Crap, I have to get out of this place. I have that flight to Kansas tonight for the meet and greet and then after that a flight to Orlando for the week.”

  Shayla hugged her friend, “Well, you have fun when you get to hang out with that fun family of yours.”

  “Oh hush now. You will have fun with yours. I’m sure of it. You just need to chill the hell out.” Cassandra stood in the doorway, “Besides save all the tension for when you get back here and I poison you.”

  Shayla picked up a glove and tossed it at Cassandra who caught it and tossed it back, “Very funny Cassandra.”

  “Text me when your mother starts to lecture you about your career choice.” Cassandra called out as she backed away from the dressing room.

  Shayla picked up her purse from the couch and started to dig through it, trying to find her cell phone and metro card. Sitting against the door was her suitcase and a backpack full of fan mail she had every intention of reading and responding to, especially if it gave her an excuse to lock herself away in her childhood bedroom, and not deal with her Mother.

  “Shay! Wait up!” His voice was smooth and rich, the kind that made the fans melt whenever he spoke on screen.

  She stopped and shook her head; this was not the time to deal with him. Couldn’t he come out just thirty seconds later, after she’d made it to the elevator and the safety of the door closing? She knew she had to stop and talk though; otherwise William would be calling her all weekend.

  “What do you want William?” She couldn’t hide the frustration in her voice, the only time she could was when she was Addison and he was Dylan.

  He reached out to touch her strawberry hair as if they were lovers, “Shay, come over this evening. We can watch a movie On-Demand, or we could prepare for that love scene we have coming up.”

  She couldn’t believe he actually thought this would work, though she was half-tempted to go with it as a way to get out of going home. “Sorry William, I’m going home for Thanksgiving. Maybe one of the extras would like to be seduced.” She started back towards the elevator and then turned around, “Oh and the love scene is just a fantasy, for Dylan just as much as it is for you.”

  The elevator dinged and she got on, watching William as his jaw was dropped and almost on the floor.

  The train ride to New Jersey always seemed like a torturous ride to hell whenever Shayla found herself having to take it. She would always bring a script or two to read, hiding in a binder just in case a fan was nearby, though sometimes she wondered if there were any until she would randomly be bombarded with calls of “Addison! Addison! We love you!” followed by a generic comment regarding her current storyline.

  The scenery blurred by her, she knew she should make a few notes on the scene she’d been reading, but her focus just wasn’t there. She was caught up in memories of her high school days. Recalling how stupid she and her friends had been when they’d taken the train into the city.

  It was always a game of truth or dare that would lead to the same thing every time. Shayla would go up to a strange guy and hit on him. Sometimes it would just be a make out session on the way home, a few times she gave blow jobs to guys in alley ways in the city, and she did have a fair share of sex with these guys.

  She could feel her body warm at the memory of one in particular. He’d actually been her first, he was older then she was. He was a young executive who had a thing for younger girls. He just hadn’t realized just how young she was.

  “Is this seat taken?” Shayla licked her cherry red lips as she sat across from the guy in the suit. He wore it well, and even at just seventeen she knew it.

  “It is now.” He glanced at her from behind his newspaper, watching the way she arched forward presenting her perky breasts that were stretching out her tight tank top.

  “I’m Shayla.” She smiled surprised she was able to do this. Most guys in suits put the paper down for her.

  He nodded as he watched her uncross her legs, catching sight of her white panties she wore under her skirt. He could tell she thought he was ignoring her, which was driving her crazy.

  “Listen, my friends and I were playing truth or dare and well they dared me something really silly.” She confessed as she leaned forward giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. “They dared me to come over here and ask you to take my virginity.”

  Virgin. His cock grew hard just at the sound. Here this ripe virgin was across from him, offering herself up. “Doesn’t that seem dangerous?”

  “Isn’t that part of what makes sex exciting, the danger?”

  He smiled, “I doubt you’re really a virgin.”

  She moved her hand closer to his throbbing crotch, “Only one way for you to find out.”

  He caught her hand, stopping her before she did something that would get them kicked off the train. “All in due time.” He pulled out his business card and wrote down a number.

  “What’s this?” She pouted and batted her eyes at him.

  “If your serious Shayla, call that number at ten am, I’ll tell you where to meet me.”

  She could feel the excitement building inside of her, her pussy getting wet and her nipples already hard against her tank top. “Okay, I will then.”

  The train pulled into the station not much later, and Shayla and her friends waited in a coffee shop until ten am, when she took to a payphone to call the handwritten number. Shortly after she met him outside a giant office building, and the two went to his favorite out of the way place.

  Shayla was nervous, what if he turned out to be a serial killer that got off on young girls hitting on him. What if this place he was taking her to was where he murdered them.

  It however wasn’t as bad as she was expecting, it was a decent hotel that he checked into. He took her upstairs and gave her a glass of wine to help her relax, while he drank Scotch.

  “Do you normally hit on men on the train?” he asked as he loosened his tie, he hadn’t spent much time working while he was in the office. He’d spent it trying not to think about her tight, wet, hole he was hoping to stretch, to fit him perfectly.

  Shayla smiled, “Normally I don’t offer up my pussy, in fact you’re the first. I do, normally make the offer to drop to my knees.”

  He sat at the foot of the bed, “Drop.”

  Shayla did as she was commanded. She moved between his legs, pushing them apart so she could access his rock hard dick.

  He’d already unzipped and unbuttoned his fly. He was wondering if her cherry lipstick would end up on his balls. When it did, it was a huge turn on for him.

  Shayla felt nervous, this was a far different setting then she was used to. Normally this would take place in an alley, a basement, under the bleachers, backseat of a car. Never like this, never with the promise of her pussy being pounded, the possibility of her coming.

  “Be a good girl Shayla, suck my cock like the hungry little slut you want to be.”

  His words turned her on as her fingers grasped him, milking him with her hand for a few strokes as she licked her lips before finally filling her mouth with him.

  She could feel his heart racing as she licked him like a Popsicle. Her tongue moving in slow strokes several times before she took him deep in her mouth, feeling him at the back of her throat, amazed she wasn’t gagging.

  His fingers clawed at the back of her head, encouraging her to take him as deep as possible. “I’m close.”

  His moan made her hungry for him more then she already was as she released him just in enough time to milk his climax and feel his stick hot spunk on her face. She wiped it off with her fingers, before sucking them clean as well. “Mmm, tasty. I hope you have more.”

 
“Take off your clothes, slowly.” He sat on the edge of the bed watching as Shayla unzipped her skirt, pushing it past her hips and let it pool at her feet on the floor. She bit her lip as she pulled her tank top up revealing her young breasts.

  He patted the space on the bed next to him as he moved back towards the pillows having tossed his pants near the bathroom. “Come here.”

  She crawled over to him, his lips capturing hers as he pulled her body down on top of him.

  His hands reached down, trying to memorize the feel of her curves before taking her breasts in his hands. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling the way they reacted to his touch, the way she jumped just a little bit.

  He started to kiss her neck as his hands traveled down her smooth young skin. “When you cum, and you will, don’t call out my name.”

  “Are you sure?” She gasped as she felt his fingers between her legs.

  He took a nipple between his lips, his teeth brushing against them in a promising manner. “Yes, instead,” his tongue flicked her nipple, “Call out Uncle.”

  Shayla wasn’t sure what to think, not that she really could think as his fingers traced around her clit, causing little spasms to build inside her. “Whatever you say.”

  “You’re a wet little thing, aren’t you?” He rolled Shayla onto her back, he hovered over her, “Do I make you wet?”

  “Yes, you do.” She was amazed by the power she felt with him over her. Her stomach twisted with nerves, she had no idea who this man was, yet she was desperate to feel him inside of her.

  “Say it, I want to hear you say it.” His voice grew deeper as his fingers slid in and out of her pussy.

  Shayla bit her lip for a moment as she felt her body aching for more, her mind dizzy, “You make me so wet—Uncle.”

  He smiled, “Good girl.” He spread her legs apart a little more as he positioned his hard cock at her virgin entry.

  She felt a pressure unlike anything else she’d experienced before.