by Katie Ford
“My aunt is a jewelry designer,” says Lacy, looking cute, pouring tea from a pot into mismatched mugs.
“Yes, I am,” a voice comes from the other side of the apartment. I barely noticed the woman standing amongst the armoire and the fireplace. She looked like she was a part of the surroundings too, like a sculpture that blended into the walls.
It is clear that Margaret is the aunt of my Lacy. Margaret is older than Lacy by many years, but she has the same friendliness and open smile. She walks right up to me and kisses me on the cheek.
“And you must be Howie,” she says, holding my hand. Her tenderness is enough to drive me crazy. No one has been so kind to me for years. Everyone is either looking to get money from me some way or another. Sometimes I just feel like a source of cash.
And yet, I can tell that Lacy and by extension, her Aunt Margaret, don’t feel that way at all. Both women beam.
“Please have a seat,” Margaret says, gesturing to the shabby furniture. I’m happy because honestly, feel like I’m going to faint. Something tells me that I can trust these people. They’re not ashamed of where they live, or that I obviously have more what with my perfectly cut suit and immaculately styled hair. Instead, these folks are the salt of the earth with solid values and loving hearts. Lacy has been raised by good people.
Speaking of which, I look over and see the curve of her waist. I see the ampleness of her tight ass, I see the flash of her thigh coming out of the kimono slit as she heads towards me with a cup of tea. These are my people. Anywhere Lacy is, I want to be too.
I settle into the old chair. The stuffing is coming out of the side and the wood of the arm rest is worn, but still, I am more comfortable in it than in my own house. I sip the tea as the two women sit before me. One, a beautiful vixen who I want cherish while exploring those creamy curves. The other, her aunt, so sweet and aged. Even with her wrinkles she’s beautiful. The caretaker of my Lacy. If only she will pass the little princess to me for safe keeping.
“Margaret, Lacy has told me so much about you. Thank you for everything you do for her.”
“Well, really, she does a lot for me too. When she got the job with you, I was so happy because rent has gotten too much for me to afford on my own these days. My fingers aren’t what they used to be. It’s hard to put beads on string these days, and that’s critical for a jewelry-maker.”
I nod.
“Lacy is a great worker. That’s why she stood out to me,” I say. I look over at my angel. She is a great worker, it’s true. But she is so much more. Lacy relaxes and opens her knees a little wider. She doesn’t even know it, but I can see all the way up her legs to the creamy slit of her pussy. My cock starts to throb again. Down boy. God, doesn’t she realize what she’s showing me? But then she closes her legs back up, crossing one knee over the other. Of course, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. She’s as innocent as an angel.
I clear my throat.
“Lacy’s such a good worker that I wanted to give her extra special treatment,” I rumble. I clear my throat. No need to make my talk sexy. We have all afternoon and night to say nasty things to each other. “What I mean is, I want to take her on a shopping spree. I want to be there for you, sweetheart.” My princess lays her head on her Aunt’s shoulder. She looks absolutely love struck. She looks deep into my eyes from across the coffee table, loaded with art books and beads, and I am lost in that gaze. The same deep brown as the desert at night. In her eyes, I see war and I also see peace.
“Lacy baby, why don’t you go get ready for our big day?” I ask her.
Lacy jumps up.
“Yes of course,” she murmurs. “Sorry, just let me get changed.”
The girl disappears into a bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. That leaves just me and Aunt Margaret in the sitting room. But suddenly, everything turns on a dime. I’d thought Margaret was an elderly pussycat, but suddenly she’s a fierce bulldog with light flashing from her eyes.
“Howie,” says Margaret as Lacy closes the door to the bedroom to change. “I want to thank you for taking a chance on Lacy. But you listen to me, Mister. If you do anything that would break her heart, anything that would hurt her, I have a lot of friends that will …”
I interrupt her threats.
“Margaret,” I lean forward towards my princess’s aunt. “Margaret, listen to me. I’m not going to let anything happen to your niece. I know how this may look to you, like I am taking control of your little angel after only knowing her for one day, but I assure you, I have never felt this way about another human being in my life. I swear on my mother’s tomb.”
She looks at me for a long time before exhaling.
“Look, I believe you. And I see that Lacy is happier than she’s ever been after she met you the other day. I saw her with that old boyfriend of hers- Charlie? She wasn’t happy then. He didn’t please her. In many ways, he was absolutely the wrong fit.”
I feel a pang of jealousy move through my body at the sound of Charlie’s name. That fucking prick. How could he hurt Lacy? How could he be so stupid? I vow to make him pay somehow, sometime in the future. But for right now, it’s about soothing Aunt Margaret.
“I don’t want Lacy to be hurt by another man again,” continues the elderly woman before I can speak. “That’s very important to me. In many ways, I am her protector,” she says, taking a sip of tea. “But in one other way, she is my protector. You see, Lacy’s salary from you is the only reason I’m getting by.”
Margaret shuffles under her art books and finds a piece of white paper with big block letters in red across the top. Oh shit. An eviction notice.
I sigh.
“So even though you say you’re going to take care of her, please understand that we have to be careful, Mr. Bates. There are many men who never follow up on their promises, and unfortunately, I haven’t been well in years now.”
Usually sob stories do nothing for me. After all, I manage a giant multinational corporation, and there are always problems with this person’s childcare or another person’s medical visits. But something about what Margaret is saying strikes my heart, and there are tears in my eyes. I haven’t cried in front of another human being for a decade. Something about Margaret breaks down my walls. The whole Brewster family must be magical.
“Margaret. How much do you need?”
“What?”
“How much would it be to buy this apartment?”
“What?” the elderly woman repeats again, flabbergasted.
“So you never have to worry about rent again,” I say slowly. “How much?”
“Mr. Bates I-”
“Margaret, anything you need now, anything that Lacy needs, that’s my responsibility. I am here to keep you safe. I see how much Lacy loves you and I want you both to be comfortable and to thrive. So yes. I’m buying this building and putting it in your name. You’ll never have to worry about rent again. I’ll get my accountants on it,”
“Mr. Bates, no. I couldn’t accept such an offer,”
“Margaret. This is not up for argument. Lacy isn’t working as a maid for me anymore, so I owe it to her family to make up for that salary. Plus, I want to keep her safe and out of harm’s way. Do you understand me? I want you to do your beadwork in peace. That’s all that matters to me. That Lacy and her family are happy.”
Margaret looks at me and I see it then. Not just the mirrored beauty of my girl, but the spark behind her eyes that reminds me of my dead mother. If she’d lived, I could have brought her out of her split level in Detroit. I could have given her the life she needed. She always wanted a Steinway piano, and with my fortune, she could have had ten of them. But unfortunately, my mom’s long gone, so I give Margaret and Lacy what I couldn’t give my mother.
We look at each other once more. Margaret is on the brink of crying and so am I. There is nothing but trust between us. I reach out and shake her tired, wrinkled hand. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and Lacy walks into the living room. She is wearin
g a little pink blouse, tight fitting and cheap. She wears skinny jeans and tennis shoes. I wish I was the seam of her pants, going right into her crotch. What I wouldn’t give to breathe her in, to taste her on my lips. She lets her hair down and shakes her head back and forth as the long blonde locks fall over her soft shoulders. I swallow heavily, while standing to greet my girl.
“You look beautiful,” I murmur in her ear. “You ready to get some new outfits?” I ask her. “Anything your heart desires.” I trace the pink lace on her bosom.
“I’m ready Mr. Bates,” she says. “Did you and Aunt Margaret have a nice chat?” she asks.
Aunt Margaret turns around, wiping her eyes discreetly.
“We sure did honey, we sure did.”
CHAPTER 4
LACY
My heart is pounding as I look out the window of the limo. We pass all the shops slowly, and Howie points out each one.
“That’s where we’ll go for swim suits, and there you can pick up some summer dresses. If you need heels, only that place will do.”
The shops have names that I’ve only seen in magazines like Ferragamo and Gucci. I never dreamed I’d be actually walking into places like these.
“Come here,” says Howie. He pats the space between us. The day I spent away from him, after he drenched me in champagne on the chaise lounge and had me moaning into the night, well, that day has been the most exciting day of my life. I absolutely gushed to Aunt Margaret about him. About his absolute charisma and the telltale ache in those blue eyes. I told her about how he fired me but then promised the world. Of course, I left out the naughty parts just to spare her the details.
But somehow, Aunt Margaret knew, those blue eyes twinkling. She was skeptical at first, but then relented.
“Just be careful honey,” was her gentle admonishment. “You know how men can be. They’re dogs.”
But something was different about Mr. Bates, I could tell. There was anguish in those blue eyes and hidden hurt in his soul. I make it my mission to soothe him of his troubles.
I scoot over to him in the giant backseat. The leather under my fingertips is probably more expensive than all of Margaret’s kitchen appliances combined. I get closer and closer to the thighs of my man. He’s decked out in a blue navy suit and I can see that under his belt line is that massive bulge I’ve been hungering for. When I went to sleep last night, I licked my lips and imagined I was swallowing his cum. I could almost taste the flavor of our last fuck emanating off my tongue and body. God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have so many dirty thoughts now. With Charlie, I had dreams, but they weren’t like this. That’s what makes me so scared. I have to confess something to Howie.
“Mr. Bates,” I murmur, as I edge close to his side. “Um, I have to tell you something.”
He holds me to his chest and I relax into his side.
“What is it, my princess?”
“Well, it’s just that, with Charlie…”
I feel him tense up when I say the name of my ex.
“Well, he and I we, gosh. Well, we never had sex.”
Howie holds my head back.
“What- so you?” he seems startled.
“I was a virgin until you came in me.”
“You were a virgin?”
I take a deep breath.
“Charlie wanted to wait until marriage. He said he didn’t want me to be a slut. But I never knew even what being a slut was, if that makes sense. So yes, you were my first,” my words rush out as I burrow my face in that strong bicep. “I’m sorry. Are you angry?”
He’s silent for a moment, and my heart crashes. Oh god, I never should have told him. Slowly, I steal a peek at his face.
“Oh sweetheart no, I’m not mad at all. I just wish I had known I was taking your virginity. I mean, you were so tight so I should have guessed, but I just thought that you’d already slept with Charlie.”
“No,” is my soft murmur. “You were my first.”
“Good,” says Mr. Bates, “because that’s all over now Lacy. He’s long gone. God. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I popped your little virgin cunt. That hot fucking cherry tasted so good, baby, I just want to take care of my little princess.”
I laugh as he picks me up by my butt and swings me over his thighs so I’m facing him on the backseat of the limo.
“You’re a natural,” he says. “The way you responded to my cock inside you, I would have thought you’d been a dirty whore your whole life. But you’re just a little virgin princess.” He licks my ear and I feel the hot wetness seeping from between my legs and through the fabric of my jeans.
“We’ve arrived,” comes the chauffeur’s voice over the intercom. I slip off of Howie’s lap and he slaps my ass hard. We open the door to the bright sunlight, my eyes squinting against the scare.
“Come on sweetheart,” says Howie, taking my hand. “Let’s check out what this boutique has.”
And I gasp because as the golden doors swing open, I feel as if I’ve stepped into someone else’s life. I don’t belong in a store like Valentino. But with Mr. Bates by my side … all of a sudden, I do.
CHAPTER 5
LACY
I twirl in the mirror. The salesgirls at the shop are kind and helpful. Maybe it’s only because I’m with Mr. Bates, but I push that thought from my mind. This is like a dream come true, and I’m not going to let bad thoughts ruin it.
Because who am I to say no? So instead, I revel in the luxury. The salesgirls know my size the minute I walk in and give me tons of beautiful dresses that fit my curves just right. The blue striped dress goes best with my pale skin tone and blonde locks. My brown eyes glisten in the mirror. I am so grateful for the experience of wearing such an expensive outfit. But then I look at the price tag and almost scream. It’s double Aunt Margaret’s monthly rent!
A knock sounds on the dressing room door.
I open it to reveal the salesgirl with a wide straw hat and sandals in her hands, along with a beautiful leather handbag and a stylish Italian watch.
“Mr. Bates asked me to complete your look,” she says.
“My look?” I ask, puzzled.
“Yes, so you’ll look fully put together in Italy.”
“Italy?” I ask, dumbfounded.
Now the salesgirl is puzzled as well.
“Yes, for your trip to Italy this summer? He didn’t tell you?” She looks confused and sets the extra items around the dressing room. Frankly, the dressing room is bigger than my bedroom at my aunt’s apartment, and nicer as well. The walls have a gorgeous floral wallpaper and the mirror has a golden frame.
But did the woman just say Italy? The salesgirl smiles and shakes her head before leaving me alone. I try on the shoes and the accessories. Oh wow. It’s a whole new me. I am the picture of an elegant woman on an Italian vacation, someone you might see in a travel guide.
But this can’t be happening. Two days ago I was a virgin maid scrubbing the floor, now I’m a sex crazed debutante? I reach under my dress. I’m so wet I’m about to leak through the skirts. I take off the dress and sit down on the floor of the dressing room while leaning against the wall. I can’t help myself. I’m so full of juice and I just need to let myself come.
I’m pumping my fingers in and out while thinking of Howard. This is dirty I know, but sometimes the need strikes and I have to take care of it as soon as possible. I moan and get lost in the pleasure. I don’t even hear the door open. I don’t even open my eyes. Something soft touches my lips and I open my eyes. I’m face to face with Howie’s monster cock. He’s standing over me, pushing his hard shaft through my pink lips.
“Somebody couldn’t wait,” he growls. He pushes his cock deeper in. I can’t believe how big it is. I think it’s going to get stuck in my throat. He’s so thick that my eyes are watering.
“Baby, I want you to relax the muscles at the back of your throat. Can you do that for me?” He eases his big shaft deeper in. There’s no way the whole thing is going to fit. “T
ake a big breath through your nose, Princess.” I do as I’m told. “I want you to take all of my cock in baby,” he urges again.
This time, I loosen my jaw and my man in fully inserted. He groans, then he extracts his giant dong from my lips. “Good baby. That was excellent practice. You make me feel amazing. Are you playing with your dirty cunt on the floor of the dressing room?”
I smile and pump my fingers in and out of my pussy in reply.
“That’s good, sweetheart, get yourself all wet for my cock.”
I’m about to come when the salesgirl starts knocking on the door.
“Everything okay in here?” she says. Her voice is absolutely clueless and I can hear the doorknob rattle.
But Mr. Bates isn’t fazed at all.
“Everything’s okay,” he calls. “I’m just in here with Lacy making sure everything fits okay.”
The woman is as dumb as a doornail.
“How do the sandals look?” she chirps.
Howie pants then, his blue eyes gleaming as he stares at my heaving form.
“Goddam beautiful,” is his growl. I can barely let my mouth open because I’ll be screaming if my lips part. Howie fingers my wet clit and lowers his mouth to suck me. He looks up at me and smiles.