Legal Action - Box Set

by Kimball Lee

Charlotte gathered a few changes of clothes and stuffed them in her suitcase, she’d been stupid enough to count Natalie as a friend and now it had taken a bad turn. She hadn’t made any close friends in her life, first she was the poor girl with the chronically ill mother who didn’t even know who her father was. Then she was the foster care kid and parents either pitied or feared her. If she went home with one of the girls from the cheerleading squad in high school, the mothers either felt sorry for her and gave her used, out of style clothes or whispered behind her back that she was probably the drug addicted child of a crack whore. Finally, she just kept to herself and prayed like her mother had said, hoping against hope that God would answer and help her find her way to a better life.

  *

  “Chari, come on I’ll be late to the photo shoot, hurry up my little beauty, you don’t need makeup, you’re naturally gorgeous,” Jorgen was holding the hotel room door open as Charlotte rushed to get ready.

  “Coming, damn you’re getting bossy!” she said just as the elastic band she was wrapping around her ponytail broke and she decided ‘screw it’ and let her hair tumble down her back. She grabbed her purse and stepped into her one pair of strappy ‘higher than hell’ sandals and they were out the door.

  At the photographers studio Charlotte peered out the tall, steel framed windows at Los Angeles stretching past dark mountains and out to the ocean. She was entranced by the sprawling magnitude of the city, after Greenleaf and Oxford, New Orleans was the largest city she’d ever seen and it was nothing compared to L.A.

  “You’re first time to the west coast?” a low, sexy male voice asked, and she could smell a clean delicious masculine smell even before she turned and met wide sea-glass colored eyes.

  “Yes, it is,” she said, and a spark of electricity passed between them as they shook hands.

  “Well that was shocking!” he said and smiled like he’d discovered some wonderful secret. “Alexander Bly, publisher,” he said.

  “Charlotte McCall, cheerleader, I mean student, from Ole Miss, um… I’m here with Jorgen,” she said, his face was so arrestingly sexy she felt like a bumbling idiot. Then she realized he was still holding her hand and she jerked hers away and stuck it in the pocket of her very short, loose shorts. The look in his eyes made her uncomfortable, it made her feel that zing between her legs and she knew she was blushing. She was afraid he might somehow read her mind. He studied her face intently until she turned back to the window to still her racing thoughts and she heard him walk away.

  “Okay Chari, we’re going to get something to eat with Alex and we’ll do the shoot tomorrow,” Jorgen said, and he took her hand and the three of them left the building.

  They went to Bly International’s Foreign Headquarters in Los Angeles, and sat down in a massive private dining room. … “I want you both to do the photo shoot,” Alexander Bly said, and his tone of voice said, ‘it’s nonnegotiable’. “I’ve already set things in motion, Miss McCall is it? Miss McCall’s cheerleading uniform is already being made; of course we won’t use the Ole Miss logo, no need for a lawsuit…”

  “Alex, are you saying you want Charlotte to pose with me in the layout? Like, both of us in our sports uniforms?” Jorgen asked, he was leaning forward on the table intently.

  “Yes and no,” Bly said, “yes I want Charlotte, and no, you won’t exactly be wearing your uniforms. Tasteful photographs, nothing lewd, merely arousing the viewer’s curiosity.”

  “How much?” Charlotte asked and both men turned to stare at her, “how much money are you offering and how much skin are we showing?”

  “I’d be willing to offer you what we originally offered Jorgen and I’ll double his offer,” Bly said, he was analyzing Charlotte’s face as they talked and felt his growing erection pulsing against his leg. Fuck, he wasn’t used to any woman being beyond his reach, but she was sitting there next to her muscle bound American gladiator, so his cock needed to settle down and forget about her.

  “I think that sounds good if Chari is willing,” Jorgen said.

  Charlotte stood up and the high heeled sandals and short shorts made her legs look a mile long as she walked out of the dining room without saying a word.

  Jorgen caught up to her quickly and reached for her wrist to stop her. He pulled her against him and said over and over how sorry he was; of course she wouldn’t do such a provocative photo shoot. He pleaded with her to forgive him for thinking she would even consider it. As he held her tightly to him, Charlotte looked over his shoulder at Alexander Bly standing there watching nonchalantly with an amused look on his face. He stood with the jacket of his expensive suit pushed back as his hands rested in pants pockets. His head was tilted slightly as he looked into her eyes and Charlotte saw a mixture of testosterone fueled need and absolute admiration.

  She pushed back from Jorgen a bit, looked at Alexander Bly directly and said, “Should we sit down and really negotiate or is this meeting over?”

  Bly threw back his head and laughed, then ushered them across the vast penthouse lobby of Bly International into his private office.

  “How old are you Miss McCall, or may I call you Charlotte?” Bly asked, he looked and spoke only to Charlotte as if the famous prized quarterback no longer mattered.

  “Yes you can call me Charlotte, and I’m evidently the perfect age to entice your male demographic into snapping up zillions of copies of your magazine. I can imagine it will be quite the bestseller with a naked NFL star and a college cheerleader cavorting on the cover,” she said and never let her gaze falter as she searched in her purse for an elastic band and pulled her hair into a perfect bed-head messy ponytail.

  Bly’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, she looked even younger and more innocent with her hair off her face. He knew then he’d totally underestimated this little cheerleader, she somehow understood that pulling her mane of shining black hair into a demure ponytail would seal the deal. Brains and beauty, he thought, something he didn’t encounter very often and he was beyond intrigued.

  “I’m twenty one and if you’re the least bit interested in anything more than what I look like without my clothes, I’m in my last year of prelaw at Ole Miss. I have a four-point-o GPA and I’m able to attend college thanks to an athletic scholarship. I don’t care for the entire stigma of cheerleaders or any attractive women being categorized as empty headed Barbie dolls, but I realize that’s the common opinion. I’m going to give you a chance to redeem yourself, Mr. Bly, so tell me, how badly do you want me?” Charlotte settled back in her chair and crossed her legs, Jorgen was staring at her as if he didn’t know her at all, and Alexander Bly thought he could possibly fall hard for this surprisingly brave young woman.

  “Chari, what are you saying, you want to do the photo shoot? What are you asking for? Alex has made an excellent offer, I believe,” Jorgen sat forward in his chair and held her hand.

  “Alex has made a bullshit offer and he knows it, you’re the golden boy of the NFL. Men want to be you and women want to sleep with you. Now you’re in love and the whole world will pay well to see you and your nubile young lover in the flesh, you might say,” Charlotte said and the way Alexander Bly was looking at her made her need Jorgen naked and inside her as soon as possible.

  “Alright Charlotte,” Bly said, and the name sounded like a caress as it slipped off his tongue. “I said I’d double Jorgen’s salary and you’ll receive the same amount. Be at the photographer’s studio at seven in the morning, I want this layout done and I’m rushing it to press, it will be on newsstands in a month. Charlotte, we won’t be using your official uniform, however we will use the school colors to suggest a connection. You know of course, there will be repercussions, but I can easily get you in at UCLA. You can be done with cheerleading if you like and just complete your degree,” Bly said, he still couldn’t take his eyes off Charlotte and wished he could get a grip on his thoughts and his libido. His cock had gotten achingly harder the minute she sat down across from his desk and started negotiating.


  “UCLA will be fine, Jorgen’s just been traded to San Diego and we’re getting married, I’ve already applied to law school at USD. I’d like to continue cheerleading this last season, I believe in finishing what I start. By the way, I’m not in the habit of parading naked in front of a crowd; I’m a simple Southern girl, after all. So make certain there are as few people at the shoot as possible,” Charlotte said as she left the office, Jorgen shook Bly’s hand then followed her.

  Alexander Bly walked with them to the bank of elevators and stopped the closing doors with the tip of his shoe, “I’ll see to it that it’s a closed set, Miss McCall, but I’m sure you understand that I’ll need to be present, and Charlotte, I would have paid you a hundred thousand more.” He smiled at her as if he’d just said ‘check mate’ and moved his foot, letting the doors close as he and Charlotte continued to stare at each other.

  She reached out suddenly and stopped the doors, “well in that case, Mr. Bly, make my check out for that larger amount, since you would have paid more. I really appreciate your generous support of organized sports in America.” She stepped back and let the doors close in his face.

  *

  Bly lived in San Diego but he was staying in a private cabana at the Beverly Hills Hotel until the photo shoot was finished. He met two beautiful young women in the hotel bar and asked them to come to his room for the night. They were aspiring actresses, as were most beautiful girls who came to Hollywood seeking fame and fortune. Both of them were eager to please and he’d chosen them for their lovely faces, perfect bodies and long dark hair, but still, he closed his eyes when he kissed and then fucked them, picturing Charlotte’s face as he came.

  “You’re not afraid, Chari, to let the whole world see your naked body wrapped around mine?” Jorgen asked, as they lay twined together that night. As he held her and talked of all the things they would do when they were man and wife, her fingers slipped between her legs as he’d taught her. He stopped her hand and moved above her and she caught her breath and arched her hips toward him.

  “My little wild cat,” he said, as his big blonde head moved down her body, licking and kissing her burning skin. “Alexander Bly would pay any amount of money to see you lying beneath him just like this, do you know that?” He asked, then his tongue swept over the quivering folds of her sex.

  She cried out as his mouth caressed her untried pussy, she writhed beneath him and she could feel the frantic movements of his hand on his cock. She lasted only a few minutes under the newly found magic of his marvelously skilled tongue, and at the same moment they both cried out and lay panting together.

  *

  Alexander Bly was a powerful man; he’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, as they say. His father, as well, was born to great privilege, they were both sons of fortune, inheriting their wealth and increasing it. Alexander’s mother had been the muse of several important French designers, she was a Brazilian beauty famous on the Paris runways and Alex was her adored first born child. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he didn’t have to take because those beneath him in society were ready to give and ride the coattails of his fantastic life. Nothing had ever been withheld from Alexander, but it was obvious to him that to be loved by Charlotte McCall was a gift that couldn’t be purchased.

  Bly watched the photos being taken and at first Charlotte had been visibly nervous, but as her fiancé moved his hands over her perfect curves and whispered in her ear, she relaxed. She wore flesh colored fabric patches over her nipples and over the enthralling triangle where her legs met, and she let go of her inhibitions and moved fluidly for the camera. The camera loved her and Jorgen both; it was obvious from the images that flashed on a large wall screen as the camera clicked. Her high, perfect little ass was bare under the cheerleading skirt and as Jorgen’s big hands caressed it and inched between her thighs the powerful sexuality between them created a palpable tension in the room.

  For Bly it was like watching a train wreck, it hurt him to look at the two of them together but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was as if a knife were twisting in his heart and some part of him wanted to yell at Jorgen to get his fucking hands off her and he wanted to shake her out of her trance so she could see he was the man who could make her happy. He was twenty eight years old and he’d never felt an inkling of love for anyone other than his parents and younger sister, as he watched Charlotte he knew what he was feeling for her was love not just lust, and he also knew that it hurt like a motherfucker.

  Charlotte was unaware of the effect her body and ethereally beautiful face were having on the onlookers, she felt Jorgen’s hands on her burning skin and he whispered that they would fly to Vegas that night and get married. Then she would be his perfect little virgin bride and he could end her virginity and show her how it really was when a man loved a woman. His words ignited such need in her that she was lost to the rest of the world; there were only the two of them moving together. Their legs entwined, their hands and lips were everywhere at once, all they knew were each other’s blue eyes and that they were desperately hot to make love.

  *

  Bly’s jet flew Charlotte and Jorgen to Las Vegas immediately after the photo shoot and waited to take them home the next day. Their wedding was a quickie affair at the Burnin’ Love Chapel of Wedded Bliss and an Elvis impersonator officiated. It was cheesy as hell and Charlotte loved it. She wore a short white strapless dress and Jorgen wore jeans and a white shirt and they might as well have been naked for all they cared.

  “Chari, Chari, my wonderful wife,” Jorgen crooned as he undressed her one piece of clothing at a time.

  She wanted to just yank her dress off and have him rip her panties and bra away from her skin. She was weak with desire as he took his time and explored her body with his hands and lips; at last he worked his large middle finger into her wet and trembling pussy and smiled as it was stopped by her intact hymen.

  “Hurry!” she pleaded, his thumb circling her throbbing clit as his finger probed her tight little pussy. “Please Jorgen, now, please!”

  “Alright my sweet little wife, I’ll give you what you want and need,” he said, and moved above her. His straining cock worked to open her and he began to breathe hard and gasp. He spread her legs wide so he could push hard into her and break the little dam, but as soon as his cock touched her hot flesh he began to shudder and cry out and he raised up and came on her stomach. “Ah Charlotte, you’ve driven me so crazy with love I couldn’t wait, let me kiss your delicious pussy and give you some relief, then I’ll let you have what you’re so anxious for.”

  In the morning as she lay in the bed watching her exquisitely beautiful new husband buttoning his shirt she began to get scared. All her life she’d been careful and shied away from boys for the most part. There were two boys in high school she’d let touch her breasts and one football player in college who’d slipped his hand down the front of her jeans as they lay on the grass outside her dorm. Sparks shot through her as his fumbling fingers pressed against her soaking wet panties and she was on the verge of orgasm when he said, “man, the guys on the team are never gonna believe I fingered Charlotte McCall!” She jerked away from him and ran to her room as he called after her, saying he wouldn’t really tell.

  For whatever reason, she’d thrown caution to the wind when Jorgen came along, she’d only known him a few weeks and now she’d posed nude with him for a national magazine and then married him. He was dreamy to look at and knew all the right things to say and he made her cum time after time with his hands and his mouth and now she stayed in a perpetual state of heat. But there was the down side, he climaxed quickly and didn’t seem to mind, he’d finally lasted long enough to fully enter her and the blood on the sheets was proof. He didn’t really care for intercourse, Charlotte would come to realize in the months ahead, he preferred to talk about sex then engage in mutual masturbation. Charlotte had multiple orgasms with Jorgen but never during the brief moments that he was inside her. She’d acted rashly
, she put her future and her happiness in someone else’s hands, she’d given up control. Bly said there would be consequences to her actions and now she would go back to Oxford, Mississippi and face them. She was certain there would also be consequences for her irrational decision to marry Jorgen. It wasn’t like her to veer from her plan for the future, or give into lust and desire, but she had and she would just have to see if her marriage could endure.

  *

  The jet dropped Charlotte off in Oxford and then flew Jorgen to New Orleans. They would both pack their belongings for the move to California, Jorgen would fly back immediately on the jet so he could start practice with his new team in San Diego. Charlotte would join him once she’d spoken to the Dean of Students at Ole Miss, then she would gather her things and fly to California and enroll at UCLA.

  When Charlotte walked into the dormitory dozens of sets of eyes turned to stare at her. She took the stairs two at a time, too impatient to wait for the elevator. Two bags and a single of box of her belongings sat in the hall by her room and as she bent to gather them in her arms, Natalie opened the door and leaned against it smiling. She held up her cell phone so Charlotte could see an image of herself wrapped around Jorgen wearing nothing but a cheerleading skirt. She handed Charlotte a short letter saying her scholarship had been revoked and she was required to vacate her living space immediately.

  “My, my! Looks like somebody got her slutty little ass kicked out of school. You know, when I got my dorm assignment freshman year, my mother was so excited that I was gonna be roommates with a girl from the high and mighty McCall clan from Pass Christian, Mississippi. Then I got here and lo and behold, you were just some welfare case poor bastard relative who grew up in a rat trap foster home. My silly mother honestly had visions of me going to debutante parties with you and all you are is a pretty face who’s gonna fuck her way to the top of the heap one way or another. Well, I guess I took care of that, didn’t I, princess? Bye-bye scholarship and college degree, go on back to Greenleaf and get a job as a cocktail waitress like your mother did. You see, this really isn’t about your famous quarterback, although I doubt that a little shrinking violet like you knows how to fuck him good and solid. It’s about you being a beautiful, stuck-up, clueless, fake; I just can’t stand that in a person.” Natalie said with a smug laugh and watched as Charlotte struggled to drag her bags to the elevator.