by Ivy Jordan
I thought about Stephanie, how she acted like she knew about our arrangement, and how Gavin laughed when I mentioned his company making birth control products. I felt uneasy, like I wasn’t being told the truth. With such an iron-clad contract, and so many rules I had to adhere to, the thought of Gavin making me out to be a joke not only infuriated me, it hurt.
“Goodnight,” Isabella leaned in and kissed me on my cheek, and then did the same to her dad.
“You want me to tuck you in?” I asked.
“No, thank you,” she replied, already yawning as she walked out of the room.
“C’mon,” Gavin said, standing and extending his hand to me.
I took it, let him pull me to my feet, and then gave him little attention as he tried to lean in to kiss me.
“Wow. What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“I’m just confused. I don’t like feeling like, or looking like, a fool,” I snapped.
“Who’s made you out to be a fool?” he asked, the charm in his voice dripping like honey from his lips.
“Stephanie, you, I don’t know,” I said, fighting back tears starting in my eyes.
“Relax. You’re not a fool,” Gavin said, squeezing me tightly in his arms.
The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural testosterone made me melt into him.
“Are you sure she doesn’t know?” I asked. “She acted very catty. It was almost as if she were jealous,” I pouted.
“Stephanie is a very vindictive and catty woman,” Gavin said with a chuckle.
“But she doesn’t know?” I pushed.
Gavin sighed and gently pulled me from his chest. His blue eyes looked troubled, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say next.
I listened as he told me about mentioning to Stephanie his plan to hire a girlfriend and nanny all in one. He admitted that she’d come on to him, and that’s what started the discussion. She had laughed at the idea, telling him it would never work. And yes, she had hinted recently to him that she felt this was an arrangement, just like the one he concocted that night in the bar.
It was a relief to hear him tell me the truth, but the truth made me uneasy. What if she did know? Who would she tell? Would it all be over between me and Gavin once it was no longer a secret?
“Thank you for being honest,” I said.
“I have nothing to hide,” he said.
I knew that wasn’t true; there was plenty to hide. I wasn’t allowed to ask about Isabella’s mother, or any previous women. I knew nothing about his past. It was all one giant secret.
“What about the business? What is a joke?” I asked.
Gavin gripped my hand, pulled me from my spot, and led me up the stairs. He didn’t answer my question. He only grinned when he looked at me, and then winked as he pushed open our bedroom doors.
“Gavin, I’m confused,” I admitted, wondering if he just didn’t plan to answer.
“Get undressed, and lay on the bed,” he ordered.
Something about the way he demanded things of me turned me on, but right then, I felt a little degraded by his insistence. “No. Tell me what the joke is about,” I demanded myself.
“I plan to. But I need you undressed and on the bed,” he grinned.
I slipped out of my shorts, and then lifted my tank top over my head. My pussy pulsated as I stood naked in front of Gavin, even though he’d seen my body so many times before. He’d explored every inch, opened me to view as intimately as he could, but each time I undressed, and his eyes fell on me, the arousal rolled through my body like violent thunder.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and wiggled myself onto the center. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.
It felt silly, although erotic, laying there with my eyes closed, nude on the bed. I had no idea what any of this had to do with his company, or the joke, or birth control for that matter.
I heard him moving things around in his closet, drawers opening, closing, and then his presence was apparent near the bed. “Keep ‘em closed,” he ordered.
His hands pressed onto my thighs, squeezing as he opened my legs. Something touched me between my legs, something cold. I opened my eyes, lifted up, and looked between my legs.
A large dildo was in Gavin’s hand, one that resembled his own cock, but painted bright pink. “What’s that?” I asked.
“Stella. I know you’re young, but surely you know what a dildo is,” he laughed.
I’d used one once, maybe twice that I’d admit to, but I was still confused.
“I know what it is, but why do you have it?” I asked.
“This is the joke. Birth control,” he laughed.
I reached between my legs, pulled the large dildo from his hands, and inspected it closely. “This is you,” I squealed.
He laughed.
“Seriously. Is this you?” I asked.
He grinned, nodded, and then stood to open his pants. His cock fell out, displaying the uncanny resemblance. “How?” I asked.
“I make sex toys. This was the first dildo in my line,” he explained.
“You molded your own dick?” I asked, both excitement and shock rolling through my brain.
“It’s all about pleasing the customer,” he chuckled.
I fell back onto the mattress, my head pressing against the soft pillow as I let out a laugh. “You wanna try it?” he asked.
“Why would I need that when I have the real thing?” I asked, trying to hide the fact I was really turned on.
My hand stroked against the toy. I was amazed at how real it felt, how it felt just like Gavin.
“I have others,” he said, lifting a box from the floor to the bed.
I peeked into the large box at a variety of dildos, vibrators, feathers, and a few items I didn’t recognize. “Pick anything you want,” he offered.
I didn’t release my grip on the pink one he’d brought out. “I think I’ll try this one,” I said with a smirk.
“That’s my girl,” he grinned.
I opened my legs, let Gavin’s mouth work my juices into high gear, and then let Gavin fuck me with his twin toy cock. It felt just like Gavin, without the intimacy of his body pressing against mine.
I was tense at first with him between my legs, masturbating me with a toy, even if it was one molded to resemble him.
He fucked me harder, and faster, and then slow and gentle. My pussy throbbed, swelling around it as his mouth lowered to my clit. Holy fuck! Gavin’s cock inside of me, and his mouth on my clit, now that’s something I thought I’d never experience.
I exploded, my pussy gripping tightly onto the toy, pulling it back inside of me as Gavin tried to slide it out.
“Yeah, you like that,” he whispered, finally releasing his toy from between my legs.
My body trembled as my orgasm continued to roll through, the after quake causing me to twitch from even the slightest touch. “You wanna try another one?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Gavin pulled the toys from the box, each one a different size and shape. “Were these all molded from real men?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll be fucking the entire college football team tonight,” he teased.
Each one, Gavin slowly inserted between my legs, asking me how it felt. Some were better than others, but none compared to his. I lifted up, and let my knees fall to the side of my body so I could watch as he fucked me with each one.
I came three times, each time more wildly than the last. My pleasure seemed to please Gavin. His cock was rock hard, and even though I’d taken a couple strokes from at least a dozen of his toys, I was ready for the warm flesh of his cock.
“So, why didn’t you tell me what your company made?” I asked once Gavin calmed down from his orgasm.
“I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of pervert,” he admitted.
I laughed. The things he’d just done to me—well, maybe he wasn’t a pervert, but he was certainl
y a freak.
“And you’re not worried I’ll think that now?” I laughed.
“Hey, you’re the one who just fucked an entire football team, so I’d say my image is safe with you,” he teased.
I slapped at his chest playfully, causing him to roll toward me, clamping me into his arms. We both paused, staring into each other’s eyes. I wondered if he was fighting back the same words I struggled to keep to myself in that moment.
Chapter Six
Gavin
The sun blasted through the sky, warming the air until it was almost intolerable. Isabella decided it was to be a pool day, and since my work was caught up, I didn’t object.
“You can’t wear that,” I grabbed Stella by the waist.
The yellow bikini clung to her body, barely covering the parts I’d dreamed about licking at night. All I could focus on was that sweet curve from her pelvic bone, the arch above her ass, and that crevice between her thigh and pussy. Fuck!
“Why?” she asked, her face filled with disappointment.
“My dick will be hard, and this is a family swim,” I teased, letting my tongue trace the outline of her neck. “See? It’s already trying to jump out and get ya,” I laughed, stepping back for her to acknowledge the tent created in my shorts.
“What am I supposed to wear?” she asked, rolling her eyes at my obvious affliction.
“A scuba suit would be good. No, those are so tight and slick. What about a muumuu?” I teased.
“You’re gonna just have to get over it,” she laughed, grabbing her sunglasses, and heading out the bedroom door.
I stayed upstairs for a moment, mainly to relieve my poor cock from all the extra blood it had been burdened with. When I felt good enough to face Stella and Isabella, I made my way down the stairs.
I stopped in the path of the outdoor patio doors, just watching the two women in my life for a moment. Isabella was smacking at a beach ball while Stella worked on blowing it up. They laughed, smiled, and seemed to be having a great time. That wasn’t playing a part. There was no way Stella was pretending with Isabella. Was she not pretending with me?
The doorbell rang as I started toward the back door, pulling me away. I walked to the front, opened the door, and was face-to-face with my worst nightmare.
“Caroline?” I asked, staring at the woman who had given birth to Isabella.
“Long time no see, Gavin,” she slurred as she spoke.
Her eyes were blood shot, but wide and wired, and the beautiful blonde hair she’d given Isabella was ratty and wild.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, not willing for my daughter to come face-to-face with this nightmare.
“What? A mother can’t come by to see her daughter?” she asked.
“You’re not her mother,” I snapped.
“No. I’m not. You hire women to pretend to be,” she laughed.
My heart raced, my fists clenched as they pushed to my side. I wanted to slam the door on her face, but I knew she’d cause a scene if I did.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I scoffed.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said.
Her hands were fidgeting, pulling at her hair, wiping her nose, and scratching at her arms. It was obvious she was high, probably desperate. Whoever told her about my arrangement had given her leverage, and she wasn’t going to leave until she got what she wanted.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“You know I’ve been struggling. Not having Isabella in my life has been hard. Real hard,” she whined.
“Caroline, we both know that Isabella means nothing to you. This is who you were when I met you, and this is who’ll you’ll stay. Isabella had nothing to do with that,” I scolded.
“I would hate to see how upset she’d be to know you lie to her every day,” she hissed.
My fists clenched even tighter. I felt my body twitching, trying hard not to attack the parasite in my doorway. “How much?” I asked.
“Fifty thousand,” she said, suddenly very coherent, and no longer upset or filled with self-pity.
“Fine. Then you leave, and you don’t come back,” I snapped.
“That isn’t going to last forever,” she said, smirking to show off her missing front tooth.
“Stay there,” I demanded, and then shut the door.
Isabella and Stella were still outside, blowing up another raft, this time as a team. I opened the drawer to my desk in my office and pulled out my checkbook and a pen.
Back at the door, Caroline leaned against the house, looking as if she’d just nodded off. “Here is fifty thousand now, and an address,” I instructed as I wrote out the check.
She gripped it tightly, but I wouldn’t release it. “Go to that address Monday morning at noon and another fifty thousand will be waiting. But you’ll be asked to sign papers stating you’ll never contact myself, or Isabella, or anyone in my personal, private, or business life again,” I warned. “I mean it, Caroline.” I let go of the check.
“I’ll see you Monday. Have fun with your paid whore,” she laughed as I slammed the door.
The back patio door opened and Isabella and Stella both came inside. “What’s taking you so long?” Isabella asked.
I watched Stella’s eyes on the front door. It was obvious she knew someone had been there. “I’m coming,” I assured Isabella.
“Who was that?” Stella asked.
“No one,” I insisted, and then leaned in for a kiss.
Isabella grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the pool. Stella laughed as she watched the small girl tug me around like a rag doll.
I tried to have a good time, but all I could think about was Caroline’s threat. Who told her about my agreements, and why? I knew I’d have my attorney question her Monday, refusing to turn over the money without a name. Maybe I’d offer her more to come clean, whatever it took. I needed to kill this at the source.
The thought of Isabella finding out made me sick. I couldn’t bear the thought of her feeling Stella’s relationship with her was bought and paid for, and not genuine. I knew it was genuine; anyone with eyes could see that.
Chapter Seven
Stella
I pulled up to the house after taking Isabella to school and a blonde woman was sitting on the front steps.
She stared right at me, smiled with missing teeth, and even waved. Her clothes were raggedy, and her hair mangy. I was afraid to get out of the car.
I reached into my purse for my phone, ready to call Gavin when she got up. She walked toward the car, flipping a cigarette into the bushes near the drive. “Are you Stella?” she asked, loud enough to hear through my closed window.
I opened the door, got out, and stood close enough to this woman who knew my name to smell the lack of bathing oozing from her skin.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Yeah. I was supposed to be downtown by noon, but I don’t have a ride,” she explained as if it would mean something to me.
“I don’t see what that has to do with me?” I asked.
“Oh. You sound so proper and shit,” she laughed. “I know you. You came from nothing, just like me. Your daddy’s gambling debts lost your childhood home, now he lives in a rundown shack, and you… well you, you’re a high-priced hooker,” she snorted.
My heart raced. Who was this woman? Why did she know me, or anything about me? A hooker?
“Excuse me,” I moved past her, still reaching for my phone.
“Who you gonna call? Gavin? Good, tell him to bring me my other fifty thousand,” she griped.
I turned. “Who are you?” I asked.
“Isabella’s mother. Caroline. Nice to meet you,” she smirked, extending her dirty hand to me.
I could see the track marks in her arms and almost smell the hepatitis C on her.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
She laughed, pulled her hand back and wiped her nose.
Her words slurred at times, and others they were clear. I knew she had to be high, but she had too much information to be delirious. “He’s paying you?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m supposed to meet him to get the other fifty grand. Just give me a ride there, and I’ll be outta both your hairs. You can go on playin’ pretend, and Isabella won’t have to know daddy hires hookers to play mommy to her,” she hissed.
Her breath was rancid, like an old foot, dog’s dirty ass, and copper. I turned away, taking in a deep breath of fresh air while absorbing what she was saying. If she knew, others probably did, as well. I looked like a fool.
“Why would you hurt your own daughter like that?” I asked, trying to appeal to her maternal side.
“Daughter? Ha! I don’t have a daughter. That man took her from me, leaving me with nothin’. Far as I’m concerned, he’s already ruined her, she ain’t no daughter of mine,” she snorted.
“No matter what, she’s still your baby. You surely don’t want to destroy her trust in people. I love Isabella, no one is paying me to do that,” I scowled.
“You’ll be gone soon enough, just like the rest of ‘em,” she snarled.
“The rest of them?” I asked, not sure why I even entertained a conversation with this heathen.
“Yeah. Oh, you thought you were the first? That’s rich. No, sweetie, there’s been over a dozen high-priced hookers in that mans’ bed. That little girl is used to having people disappear from her life, starting with her own mother,” she hissed.
I dialed Gavin’s number. It rang while I fought back tears. “Hello?” he answered.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m at the office,” he said calmly.
“There’s someone here claiming to be Isabella’s mother,” I explained.
Caroline waved her hands in the air above her head, wiggled her hips, and mocked me while pretending to talk on an imaginary phone.
“I’ll be right there,” he said quickly, hanging up the phone.
“He’s on his way,” I informed her.