Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  Somehow one thing led to another, and Lucy found herself spooning with Patsy in her gigantic master bedroom. She was stroking Patsy's hair lightly when it dawned upon her. "What about the owner of Fact News Network?" she asked Patsy. "Does he know about all of this?"

  Patsy informed Lucy that no one really knows where the owner is, and no one has even seen him. Only Patty Waters is in communication with him.

  Lucy felt let down for a moment, but her Harvard "go get ‘em" spirit would not let her give up.

  When she got back to her own empty mansion that night, she sat down at her new laptop and got to work. She was very disturbed about the information she had heard from Patsy. How ugly this situation was. How could Patty Waters do such terrible things?Does the owner know about this?

  She spent the whole night doing all sorts of research, and she finally managed to find out the name and location of the owner of Fact News Network. He was one Austin Mclaughlin, living peacefully in a beach town in Columbia, minding his own business as he made tons of money through Patty Waters's management of his company.

  Lucy called him up. She was very surprised when he actually answered the phone on the first ring and he was such a kind man.

  Lucy shared her conversation that she and Patsy had earlier in the evening.

  He told her that he watched the show every day and he found all the women to be very pretty. Patty was making him gigantic sums of money, and he had no intention of intervening in anything that she was doing.

  "I would need proof. Really, really, really good proof before I would do anything," he told her, and then hung up the phone.

  Chapter 5, A Zen Look of Peace

  This time Patsy was the one waiting nervously outside of Patty Waters's office. She was too dignified to twiddle her thumbs or play with her clothing, so she sat with a Zen look of peace on her face her eyelids almost closed, concentrating her mental energy and gathering her focus. She looked well composed, as always. It was a skill that she learned from growing up in a family that valued the idea of nobility. Besides, Patsy had lots of things on her mind, she had more than enough to think about and she had to meditate to calm her worries.

  When the meeting began, Patty was smiling like a cunning tiger, as always. She was oozing friendliness and warmth, but Patsy had dealt with Patty for long enough to know that it was just an act. Patty Waters was cold as ice.

  "How is the house?" she asked Patsy. "Everything holding up well, I hope? You know I just heard the most horrific story the other day from someone who had their septic tank burst. Just dreadful. You would really think they would make those things better by now, but you know how it is. Life is unpredictable! I hope everything is well for you."

  Patsy nodded.

  "And the car? Not giving you any troubles? It is still under warranty, I hope! I say never keep a car once it has outlived its warranty. You are just asking for trouble if you do something that foolish. Always have a guarantee! Besides, why would you want to bother taking it to some grease ball mechanic when you could take it to the dealership? Ugh, the very thought of it makes my skin crawl. You could probably get scabies or something just sitting in one of those filthy waiting rooms." Patty faked a shiver.

  Patsy told Patty that the car was fine, and she still had 2 years left on her warranty and was well under the mileage limits.

  "Excellent, excellent." Patty said with a big, shit eating grin. Then she changed her expression to something a bit more serious. With a worried frown and a furrowed brow, she asked about one last thing. "And your mother? How is your mother, my dear Patsy?"

  Maintaining her cool, calm, collected manner, Patsy informed her boss that her mother was doing well but that she had a very important surgery coming up. It was also a very expensive surgery. An experimental intervention that the doctors promised, if successful, would give her mom at least another three years, maybe even longer.

  "Oh, that is wonderful news, then. I was worried that something awful may have happened. Another three years? That is wonderful. Your mother is a sweet woman, she deserves a nice long life. Maybe even to make it to see her only granddaughter get married! Well, don't you worry about the cost one bit, my dear. You know that the network will be more than happy to help you cover the surgery. You are one of our top rated anchors, we will always do all we can to help. That's a promise!"

  Patsy thanked Patty. Inside, she was boiling. She wished that she could tell Patty that she did not need any money from the network, that she made plenty off of her salary alone, and she had no need for any more help. But it simply was not true. Somehow, maybe it was just the spending habits of a wealthy divorcee, but somehow she had managed to get herself into such a giant pile of debt that she could barely afford gas money once she paid her mortgage and her monthly credit card minimums. And it was getting worse every day. Credit cards were a trap, and once you fell into their trap there was very little you could do. The interest just went up and up and no matter how much you put toward your monthly payment, it never amounted to enough.

  Little did Patsy know, but it was the same situation for all of the beautiful female staff. They had all gotten trapped. First by Patty Waters, and then by the debt they had accrued buying all of the luxurious things that Patty had insisted they needed. It had been such a rush shopping with such a high powered, classy woman, feeling like they were best friends as they brunched and strolled together through the most expensive joints in town. But Patty only kept up the best friend act for a short period of time, just long enough to get the women snagged. Then she put on a new face. The women were getting blackmailed by Patty and screwed over by their lenders. They all felt like they were drowning, and they were all thinking that they were the only ones. It was a lonely life, and Patty worked hard to keep the women thinking that they were all alone and prevent them from communicating with each other about their real situation.

  "You know, Patsy," Patty told her with a sly tone and a creeping grin, "your daughter Jody is very talented. I think she can really go far in the world. I wonder if she has started thinking about colleges yet?"

  Patty told her not yet.

  "Well, that's fine. A beautiful girl like her, it doesn't matter where she goes to school. She will catch a fine husband. Yes, she is extremely beautiful. But to be honest, I think living all alone with her divorced mother and her sick grandma is having a negative effect on her. It is taking a toll on her adolescent life. I have been feeling very concerned lately, and I think that the best course of action would be for her to come and live with me."

  Patsy started to cry when she heard this. Despite all of her training in keeping her composure, she could not stand the thought of her beautiful daughter being sold into slavery, basically. As a mother, it was her duty to protect her daughter from exploitation and to preserve her innocence. Not to sell her out to her boss. But things had already gone too far, and Patsy knew it.

  "Are you crying, Patsy? Oh my. Bless your sweet little heart," Patty said. "Now don't you worry, honey. Go on. Wipe your tears! Just do yourself a favor and go along with the program. Don't make a big fuss about it dear."

  Patsy nodded, too ashamed to look up at Patty and make eye contact. She was just about to excuse herself from her boss's office, when Patty continued.

  "Just one more thing my dear," Patty told her sweetly. "I owe the mayor a favor. And it is the darnedest thing, but it turns out he is a HUGE fan of your show. He watches the afternoon news every day, just to see you! He has gotten, well, a bit attached to say the last. Any how, I have arranged a date for the two of you, I promised him that you would make him a very, very happy man. Do you understand what I mean when I say happy?" Patty asked. Patsy nodded. "I thought you did," Patty smiled. "Anyway, I know you will do this little favor for me. Right, Patsy? With your mother's big operation approaching. You just help me, and I will make sure you get all the help you need. Don't you worry about a thing."

  Chapter 6, Fulton Industrial Boulevard

  Debbie Brown had flow
n into Atlanta on a private jet that landed in a small airfield in the city's Asian district. Harriet had a sleek BMW convertible waiting for her, and Debbie hopped in and immediately headed off to Fulton Industrial Boulevard, a hot spot for prostitution in Atlanta. Doing a little research on the city's crime, Debbie was dismayed to find that Atlanta had a very high child prostitution rate, and that lots of horny men wanting to avoid the cost and potential penalties of international child sex tourism took a flight down to Hartsfield Jackson International Airport instead. They would rent a car and head over near the Six Flags over Georgia and find a young kid walking the street and get a blowjob for as little as ten bucks. It was a sick, sick world and Debbie felt glad she did not have any children of her own to worry about.

  When Debbie began cruising Fulton Industrial, she did not see a lot of kids, however. Most of the women were college age girls, or even older. A lot of them looked pretty run down, tired out from all the drugs, men, and pimp beatings. A few looked well kept and as if they had come from some place a lot better, and Debbie wondered how they had ended up walking the streets like that. Failed out of college, perhaps, and were too ashamed to go back to their families for help?

  Finally, Debbie spotted the type of girl she was looking for. A healthy looking young woman, Debbie thought she must be about sixteen or seventeen, with long blonde hair that seemed to be well cared for, and a sexy body. Debbie Brown slid up next to her in her BMW, and called out to the girl. The girl seemed very surprised to see a woman calling to her from the car, and a bit skeptical. She had been on the streets long enough to know that older women were often used as bait to lure younger girls into all sorts of depravity. However, when she heard Debbie's offer, she found it was something that she could not refuse.

  Debbie asked her if she would pretend to be her daughter for about a month. The girl told her it would be no problem, but she wanted the payment to be fifty thousand dollars. She was sure that this would send Debbie running for the hills, but to her surprise Debbie told her to hop in. "That's practically a bargain," Debbie laughed as the two of them zoomed off together.

  Chapter 7, My Lovely Daughter

  The next day, Debbie Brown and her "daughter" Tia were sitting in Patty Waters's office. Debbie was interviewing to be the next Fact News Network weather girl. As such, she was dressed in an extremely revealing manner, with her large breasts compressed and heaving massively out of a tight black bandage dress, which happened to be so low cut that when she sat down in the chair in Patty's office it slipped up all the way to her ass, revealing a hot pair of lacy red panties beneath. Her red hair was done in gentle waves and it fell prettily behind her back. Her makeup was clean and impeccable.

  Tia was also dressed pretty hot, although Debbie toned it down a bit from her street walking get up. She was wearing a classy but revealing tartan dress with a see through white button down and Mary jane shoes with a slight heel. She looked like a sexy, very naughty school girl.

  Patty Waters could not resist Debbie's sex bomb charm, and she hired Debbie right on the spot, without even having her do a try out in front of the green screen. It was as easy as taking candy from a baby. Debbie almost missed having to put in any effort.

  They discussed salary, and Patty told Debbie she could make a whopping $300,000 being a weather girl. As long as she kept it sexy. Patty also informed Debbie that she knew about a special club for girls that had all sorts of different, enriching events. She told Debbie that it would be great if Tia could join them. "It would really help your daughter get ahead in the world," she smiled.

  And then, as usual, Patty took her newest hire out on a massive shopping spree, showing her only the most expensive places in Atlanta to shop and hang out. Debbie turned heads wherever she went, a sophisticated, tall red head with a killer fit bod. Patty loved the attention that Debbie, and by extension she, was getting.

  They picked out a nice house, a brand new car, and all sorts of glamorous clothing and jewelry and shoes to go along with Debbie's new job.

  A few days later, when Debbie and Tia had settled into their new pad, Patty showed up in her i8 with a bottle of very expensive alcohol and suggested that they celebrate. Debbie and Tia were only happy to celebrate with Patty and to enjoy her delicious vodka. She had brought over a bottle of Belvedere Bear vodka, a special expensive design where the vodka bottle was actually placed inside of a cute glass bear.

  "I know Tia isn't old enough to drink, but I thought she would enjoy the bottle. And, maybe if you are alright with it, Debbie, dear, she could just try a little sip," Patty said. But Tia would have more than just a sip, and Debbie was okay with her daughter consuming not only vodka, but some high quality blow she produced. Patty was also happy to indulge in a few lines, although she was careful not to overdo it at her age. Debbie was keeping a close eye on that as well. After all, she would never learn much if her informant died of a coke overdose so early in the game.

  All of the women were having a nice time. Tia was having a great time in fact. Debbie thanked Patty for the job and for all of her help. "What can we do to repay you for all of your wonderful assistance? A great job, a new house and a new car, all of these beautiful clothes and things. It is so kind of you. I am so thankful. Tia is so thankful. What can we do to repay you?"

  By this time, Patty was very high on coke and drunk as well, and she blurted out, "How about if we all just get naked and have a good time?"

  Debbie and Tia gave each other questioning glances. They were supposed to be mother and daughter, and this old bitch wanted them to fuck each other? That was more than a little twisted. Tia was also giving Debbie a look that said, "Hey, I promised to pretend to be your daughter, it is going to cost you extra if you want sex thrown in the mix. Especially sex with women."

  I mean, Patty looked great for her age, but to Tia she was still old and Tia could only wonder what sort of stanky smells and cobwebs she had inside of her old pussy. Debbie gave her a little wink that Patty did not see, indicating that she would be happy to give Tia a nice bonus if she complied and went along with the program.

  Tia shrugged her shoulders, did a huge gagger and told Patty it sounded like a good plan. "What's your idea of a good time?" she asked.

  "Let me show you," Patty smiled, approaching Tia with her hands outstretched in a greedy gesture, like outstretched talons. Her hands were shaking a bit, either from age or anticipation, and she began to pull down the straps of Tia's tank top, and then remove her bra, exposing her young, firm breasts. Patty's eyes widened in delight as she unsheathed Tia's tits, they were big and round with perfectly shaped milk chocolate brown nipples. Patty held them in her hands, groping and squeezing Tia, and then she leaned down and began to suck excitedly on Tia's nipples until, in spite of herself, they grew hard and erect, standing out like little top hats. One thing was for sure, Patty had been around the block, and she knew her way around a nipple.

  Although Tia wanted to be turned off by the whole thing, she felt her panties getting damper and damper as Patty worked her tits. Before she knew it, she was letting out small moans. At first, Tia did not even recognize that it was her making the noise, and then she caught herself. "Fuck it," she thought, and decided to just enjoy the ride. She was wearing a tight mini skirt and she started rubbing her clit through her panties as Patty sucked on her tits, getting herself nice and juicy.

  "What a good girl," Patty said. "This is why I love young girls. They have such hot, tight bodies. Naturally tight bodies. And they just get so ooey gooey wet. Better than a batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies." Patty got on her knees and started sucking on Tia's pussy through her panties, sucking out sweet wetness through the cloth of her underwear. "And they taste better too. A low calorie, sweet treat," Patty smiled at Debbie.

  At this point, Debbie was just watching the whole scene, tooting more blow, feeling slightly disinterested. Tia wasn't her type. Debbie did not go for the street crawlers. Or for young girls. She liked a little bit more sophistication in her w
omen, and while Tia was beautiful, she certainly was not sophisticated. Debbie also did not think she was very smart. Besides, Debbie was trying to act how a mother might act, although to be honest she was not sure how a mother would act in this sort of situation. What the heck was going on here anyway? A mother daughter menage a trois. It was pretty sick when you really thought about it. It was the stuff for online videos that horny perverted guys jerked off too on. And it was always fake in the videos. Some hot young porn star and an older chick pretended to be mother and daughter for the sake of stimulating the messed up minds of the viewers. This sort of thing didn't happen in real life. I mean, who wanted to fuck something that came out of your own vagina. It went against all the laws of nature.

  When Patty came up for a breath of air, she noticed that Debbie was disinterested and she decided it was time for an intervention. After all, she got off on watching nature disturbed. "Come on over here, mom. Taste how delicious your daughter's juices are," Patty insisted. Debbie wrinkled up her nose. "Don't be shy now, Debbie. You said you wanted to thank me. I want you to lick your daughter's pussy and taste her juices. NOW." Debbie didn't hesitate this time, she followed Patty's commands and got down on her knees, removed Tia's underwear, and started licking her pussy. Tia was wet as hell, it honestly surprised Debbie. What a horny little pervert. She wondered if Tia got into street walking because she was a runaway sob story or if she was just one horny ass girl who wanted to make some easy cash.

  "How does she taste?" Patty asked. Debbie shrugged from under Tia's legs. Patty kicked Debbie hard. "I asked you a question, Debbie dear. How does your daughter's pussy taste? Describe it to me in detail." Debbie stopped licking so she could talk to Patty.