by MIMI WILDE
“I wasn’t aware you had children.”
“Oh yeah. Part of the bargain. Her money. My sperm. And grandchildren for the rich old grandparents.
“You don’t sound happy about it,” Lucy said.
He shrugged. “Fucking my wife is like sticking your cock in a cactus. But what can you do. It’s business. I needed money and I had to marry the skinny bitch to get it.”
“I thought you were rich. Did you need money that bad?”
“You know I inherited the tannery from my Daddy and he inherited it from his Daddy. My Daddy wasn’t a good businessman. The business was nearly bankrupt when I took it over. I got rid of all the old farts and I put a new management team in, and then I went to look for money to keep us afloat. The banks wouldn’t touch us. So I found an ugly, shriveled up woman who was on her way to being an old maid, and I made a deal with her Daddy. He’d give me the money and I’d give him grandchildren. I’d say it worked out for both of us.”
“Except you have to come here to hide,” she said.
Digger shrugged. “A man has his needs, pretty girl. My wife isn’t going to complain as long as I keep it discreet. I nearly made a mistake with you.”
“Oh”
“I don’t usually pick young girls up and have sex with them in the front seat of my Caddie,” he said.
“And here I thought it was a regular occurrence,” she said.
“No,” he said. “Fort Bell is a small town. People gossip. The last thing I want to do is hold my wife or my family up to public humiliation. Not to mention, it could get me dropped down in a deep, deep hole somewhere.”
“I don’t understand,” she said.
‘Junie’s father is not all he seems, but I didn’t find that out until it was too late. He has some unsavory friends.”
Lucy nodded. “So what has all this to do with me?”
“Neither my wife or my father-in-law care who I fuck as long as I keep it discreet. I want you to move in here. Be available to me. Day or night.”
She should have been surprised, but she wasn’t. She felt tired. It had all been leading up to this. She sipped her wine.
“And what do I get out of it?” she asked.
“What do you want?”
“I’ll tell you what I don’t want,” she said. “I don’t want a few boxes of candy, dresses and naughty lingerie. What I want is a way out of Fort Bell.?”
“You want cash money?”
She shook her head. “Not just that. I want an opportunity. I have no skills.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Digger said lecherously.
“I don’t want to be a whore,” she said. “I want to learn something. I can’t take type or take shorthand. I can’t even get a job as a secretary somewhere. If I learn some skills where I could get a job, leave Fort Bell.”
He studied her thoughtfully for a moment.
“What were your grades like in school?”
“I had better than average,” she said. “It was better when my Daddy was alive. After I started taking care of my mother, I didn’t have as much time to study.”
“Maybe there’s a way we can work this out. The tannery foreman is a guy by the name of Troy Ogden. He’s the glue that holds the place together. His personal assistant got married and he’s in need of someone new.”
‘I just told you. I don’t have secretarial skills.”
“His last assistant didn’t either. Troy taught her everything she needed to know to do the job. He could do the same with you. At the same time we could find you some correspondence courses you can take here at night … that is, when you’re not entertaining me.”
It sounded too good to be true, and it was. She shook her head.
“What’s wrong now?” Digger said in exasperation.
“I still have the same problem. I can’t leave my mother alone at night. It’s bad enough leaving her alone in the daytime.”
“There may even be a way of working that out,” Digger said. “I was thinking about it last night. Have you ever heard of Hopewell?”
“Vaguely. It’s some kind of private hospital in Aberdeen, isn’t it?”
Digger nodded. “It’s a clinic for alcoholics. It has private security, and it’s mostly a place where rich people send members of the family to dry out from alcohol and drugs. I guarantee you that nobody gets in and out without permission of the doctor. And there’s absolutely no booze on the premises. The doctors and nurses who work there are professional and competent. Your mother couldn’t be in safer care.”
“I can’t afford a place like that,” she said.
“Here’s the ironic part,” Digger said. “Hopewell is on my wife’s list of charities that she funds and supports from her trust fund. I’m sure I could get your mother in there on a permanent basis, and I like the idea of my wife taking care of the mother of my mistress.”
“Not mistress,” Lucy protested, shaking her head. “Mistress implies some romantic relationship between us. This will be a business relationship, pure and simple. You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Fine with me,” Digger said. “So, do we have a deal?”
She nodded.
“Then get me another whiskey,” Digger said. “And be naked when you come back.”
4.
Digger drove her home and let her out at her front door. It was nearly midnight and she felt sore and bruised. Digger had fucked her twice, once on the couch and later on the wide, queen sized bed in one of the bedrooms. It occurred to her that Digger might not keep his end of the arrangement now that he had enjoyed her so thoroughly, but it was too late to go back. She had made her decision.
Her mother was drunk again. She didn’t have the strength to bathe her and she simply helped her into bed and left her there. She stumbled into her own bedroom and into her small bath. She stripped off her clothes and ran herself a bath. The water felt tepid. The hot water heater was probably on the fritz again.
She soaked herself until the water was too cold to stand and then she hurried to bed. She slipped naked under the covers. She thought she was so exhausted that she would go to sleep right away. Instead her mind filled with possibilities. The price was heavy but for the first time there seemed to be a possibility that she would escape Fort Bell.
When she opened her mind to the bright light of morning, it was because somebody was pounding on the front door. She slipped hurriedly out of bed and wrapped a thick robe around herself. She checked on her mother and her mother was still snoring drunkenly. The pounding on the door was making her head hurt and she hurried to open it. She thought it might be one of her mother’s early visitors, some man from the tannery bringing a bottle of booze and hoping for a quickie.
Instead it was Eddie in his dark green garage uniform and looking upset.
“What you like to tell me what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“My boss gets a phone call from some office girl at the tannery this morning, and she says we’re supposed to deliver this car to you.”
She looked over his shoulder at the almost new compact Ford sedan Eddie had driven to her door. It was a pretty blue color with the words Wynn Tannery on the door. She knew the garage Eddie worked for serviced the tannery company cars.
“I’m supposed to go to work for the tannery,” she said. “I guess they’re arranging transportation for me.”
“How the hell do you rate a car?” Eddie asked. “These are only given to a few managers.”
She wondered if Digger knew her boyfriend worked for the garage. Perhaps he had and set it up intentionally so Eddie would be the one who delivered the car. Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew something was going on, and Digger found the perfect way to end their relationship.
“I’m going to work as Mr. Ogden’s assistant,” she said.
“Ogden’s assistant,” Eddie repeated. His face grew ugly. “How the hell did you get that job? I know Ogden has interviewed a lot of women. What the fuck
did you do to get that job?”
Eddie’s boss blew the horn impatiently. Eddie dropped the keys to the car down on the porch. His face flushed red, he took a step closer to her and she thought he was going to attack her.
“Bitch,” he said savagely.
“It’s just a job, Eddie,” she said.
“Like mother, like daughter,” he said.
He turned on his heel and stalked angrily back to the pick-up where his boss waited. He slammed the door as he got into the truck. Lucy watched until the pick-up turned the bend in her driveway and went out of sight.
“I’m sorry, Eddie,” she said softly.
She kneeled down and picked up the keys.
…..
Sylvia Keating escorted Lucy to Troy Ogden’s office. Sylvia Keating was a busty blond and a distant cousin of Lucy’s. Sylvia wore a tight straight skirt and a low-cut white blouse. She chewed gum and seemed to find everything funny. Except Lucy. She was very pissed at Lucy.
“There’s been a dozen girls interview for this job,” Sylvia said. “It’s a really good job.”
The timbre of Sylvia’s voice implied that Lucy should not have had a chance of getting the job. In fact, Sylvia sounded as she wanted it … badly.
Company headquarters for the tannery was not even near the tannery. Because of the smell and the noise, the sales and accounting department was located in a small, clean office complex in Aberdeen. Aberdeen was not much bigger than Fort Bell but it did have a few restaurants, a movie theater and several businesses. Compared to Aberdeen, Fort Bell was a ghost town.
Lucy found it easily but it seemed to take forever for the elderly security guard to find her name on the list.
Sylvia knocked on the door to Troy’s office and he invited them in. Troy sat behind a massive oak desk. He was not a good looking man. His face was a rugged roadmap of a hard life. He was close to sixty, short and squat, but powerfully built.
“Sit down, Miss Lloyd,” he said gruffly.
He waved Sylvia away as Lucy sat in one of the three chairs in the office. Sylvia seemed reluctant to go but a hard look from Troy sent her scurrying out the door. The chair Lucy sat in was very uncomfortable. She sensed the office was not an office where people sat and talked. This was a place where people met briefly before they went out to do the real work.
The only items on the desk was a phone and a flat desk calendar with the current month but so covered with phone numbers, notes, and doodles that it looked like a solid page of blue ink.
“So you want to learn some basic office skills,” he said.
“I hope to learn more than that, sir.”
“That depends on you. Maybe I can teach you if you’ve got a half a brain in your head. But Digger doesn’t pick women because of their brains.”
“Sir?” she said.
“Don’t be dense, girl. I know about you and Digger. He thinks I’m a stupid asshole who can’t see the forest for the trees. He didn’t push you on me because of the goodness of his heart. He’s fucking you.”
Her face flushed red, and she looked down at the floor.
“I have no objections to a pretty girl using her talents to get ahead, but I don’t want it interfering with my job. And it already has. I was going to give Sylvia a chance to get a few more dollars in her paycheck even though she isn’t the smartest knife in the drawer. She has a kid at home and it would have helped. Besides, she knows shorthand and typing.”
Troy took an envelope out of his desk and slid it over to her. She picked it up. It was full of crisp fifty dollar bills.
“That’s for expenses. I need you to look nice. Buy some new clothes. Get your hair cut more stylish. Digger doesn’t want you looking like a hayseed farm girl.”
“Yes sir,” she said.
“Look at me,” he said. “Look at my face. I’m a hard man, Lucy. I only tell you once... I expect you to be at work on time every day and looking bright eyed. I don’t care if Digger has been shagging your ass all night long.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“You pay attention and I’ll teach you a lot more than just secretarial skills. I’ll teach you the right way to do things. I’ll teach you how to deal with customers and suppliers. I’ll teach you bottom lines and how to make the numbers add up. I’ll teach you more than you ever wanted to know. But you will work your ass off learning it.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Now Sylvia has some papers for you to fill out, and you’ve got tomorrow and the weekend to get your affairs in order. I expect you here at seven. You’ll take the office next to mine.”
“Yes, Mr. Ogden,” she said.
“And Digger wants to see you before you leave. He’s in the new building.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Well, move it, girl.”
Spending forty-five minutes with Sylvia filling out forms was unpleasant. A few people stopped by the office on pretense of getting forms, but they were all there to give her the once over. Everything seemed to know she was getting the new assistant job, and everybody seemed to know why.
She was thankful to finish the last of the employment forms.
“Don’t forget to see Mr. Wynn before you leave,” Sylvia said, smirking.
The new building held a large assembly area, a large break room, and Digger Wynn’s office. Digger had parked his Cadillac out front. The building was nearly deserted. She walked down a long hallway and knocked on the door. Digger told her to come in. Digger’s office was a lot more luxurious than Troy’s. His office had softly carpeted floors, and concealed soft lighting. A huge picture window behind his desk had a view of a nearby woods.
“Did you get everything straightened out?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You can go see your mother this weekend. You can check to see if she’s settled in good.”
“Thank you.”
“Buy some lingerie with that expense money. There’ll be more money coming along. I like red, but get some stuff that shows off your tits.”
She nodded.
“So our arrangement has met with your requirements?”
“Yes.”
“Then do a turn for me.”
She turned slowly for him. She wore her best dress and it was right fitting across the bottom. He was getting a good look. She faced him again. It hurt to breathe. His expression had not changed.
“Come over here,” he said.
She walked around the desk on rubbery feeling legs. Digger reached casually up and brushed his hand across her nipple.
“Take your blouse off,” he said.
“Someone might come in,” she said.
“I know. It just makes it more exciting.”
She closed her eyes. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse down the front. She tugged her blouse out of the top of her straight skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. She was dressed in a lacy green bra that matched her eyes, and barely contained her cleavage.
“Damn, I love your tits,” he said.
He slipped his hand inside the top of her bra and cupped her breast. His hand was sticky hot, and her nipple grew stiff against his palm. He chuckled softly as he squeezed hard.
“Take the bra off,” he said.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Shaking her shoulders, she slid it off. He licked his lips in approval. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his prick grew rigid in his pants. Sliding his hands slowly up her body, he gripped both her breasts. He squeezed painfully hard and then brushed his thumbs across her nipples. Her nipples grew erect and itchy.
“Really beautiful tits,” he said. “Fucking nice.”
Sliding his chair closer, he bent his head to her breasts. He tongued her cleavage and then caught her nipple between his lips. He sucked on it gently for a moment. A wave of unexpected pleasure went through her.
He lifted his hands from her breasts to her shoulders.
“Go down on your knees, baby?”
Things were just happening so fast. She didn’t have time to think. She eased down on her knees in front of him. He gave her no instructions. In fact, the phone rang on his desk and he started talking to someone. Taking a deep breath, she tugged down the zipper on his pants. She slid her hand inside and carefully pulled his hot, sweaty feeling cock out through the opening.
She knew she should feel disgusted with herself. Deep she knew there was no guarantee that Digger or Troy would make good any of their promises. She could end up broke and as big a whore as her mother.
But it was the only chance she had.
She wrapped her fingers tightly around Digger’s thick cock and gave him a couple of strokes. A little of his cum appeared on the tip and she licked it away.
“That’s it, sweet baby,” he said. “Show me what you’re good for.”
Opening her mouth, she sucked his fat cock over her tongue. Her spit swirled with his leaking cum and created a frothy bubble from her lips. She relaxed as she sucked his prick deeper into her mouth. She felt him throbbing hotly, more of his cum swirling. She had to swallow and tasted his salty flavor. It wasn’t a bad taste. It didn’t sicken her as she had originally feared.
He said something to somebody on the phone and laughed. At the same time he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He held onto her head but he didn’t force her moments. He seemed content to hold her as she found her own rhythm. Bobbing her head, her senses filled with the taste of him. More cum dripped down the back of her throat
He gripped her tighter as she started to bob her head faster. His fat cock choked her slightly and she gagged, but he didn’t force his cock deeper. She got into rhythm again. She relaxed enough to allow his cock to slip almost all the way into her throat. It was a little uncomfortable but oddly, it was also exciting. Her nipples were throbbing and she felt a tingling all over.
It shouldn’t be happening. She should not have gotten excited. But she could not deny the aching sensations in her body.