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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Joshua Taylor
Kyle got his sister to help me fetch my stuff the next day, and I moved into his room with him. He insisted I crash on a mattress on the floor, and I was actually relieved about it. I didn't want him getting any ideas about me coming to "live" with him.
His sister, Mary, sat me down to discuss my contribution to living costs. Luckily, I'd saved up some money. Mostly, I admit, because I never paid for anything and always got others to pay on my behalf. For now, I can afford living here, but I know that I better find some sort of other arrangement soon. I like playing the lost, young guy, trying to make it in this world and that way, always end up being taken care of by some or other schmuck.
While staying with Kyle, I mostly keep to myself and go out during the days looking for any kind of employment. Something that'll at least pay me a decent wage and at the same time help keep me sane. It's harder than I realized and even my good looks don't compensate for my lack of education and skills. Except for the photo studio stint, I've got no other experience and never even bothered finishing college.
About a week later, I'm scouting an open-air mall in a smart suburb, when I decide to grab some lunch at a little coffee shop. Lots of trees and umbrellas surround the trendy boutiques, homeware, and high-end consignment stores.
I spot both corporate and more flamboyant types checking me out with approving gazes as they pass by. A group of older girlfriends out for lunch also cast their friendly stares my way. This whole area looks like a movie set from some romantic comedy, so different from my previous stomping ground.
As I'm sitting there enjoying a specialty beef burger and soda, I become aware of a lady seated a few tables away from me. She's probably in her mid-forties and is blatantly checking me out. I can see by her hot body for her age and long brown hair, tied up into a ponytail, that she obviously takes good care of herself. Wearing a floral summer dress that stops just above her knees, she's revealing a great pair of legs.
The cougar smiles at me from behind large, dark sunglasses and I smile back, chewing my burger. Yeah, she'd definitely enjoy the chase more than I would.
After finishing her cocktail, she gets up and sashays over to my table. Nice and slow...
"Afternoon," she says in a husky voice.
"Hi," I reply.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure." I get up to pull out a chair for her. This is definitely a lady who likes being treated as one, so I better up my game.
She sits down and carefully takes off her shades. Wow. She reveals her beautiful violet eyes and long lashes. Not the fake kind, her own. Her makeup is tastefully done and not garish at all. Actually, she looks damn good for her age.
"I haven't seen you around before. Have you just moved to the area?"
I shake my head. "No. I came here to look for a job. I've tried the city, but opportunities are scarce."
"That shouldn't be too difficult for you?" Her eyebrows lift to emphasize her surprise.
"Why is that?" I snap.
"I mean you're too edible for words. Surely in a world where sex sells, you shouldn't be struggling to be something for someone."
Smooth.
I hold her steady gaze for a few seconds.
"I guess not, but, as they say, sometimes merely taking care of yourself and what you look like isn't enough." I shrug.
"Well I think they're mistaken. Any businessman or woman would tell you that having someone fuckable at the front end of a business is just plain good sense. Period."
She doesn't mince words. I like that.
"Well, tell that to them then." I smirk.
I won't tell her about the sex video and that it's making matters worse for me. That's the reason I came all the way out here, because at a few of the places I went to, I immediately knew when the person I spoke to would make the connection between me and the video. That site must be very, very popular. It's unbelievable how many people watch porn in this city. I feel almost paranoid. Is there a smear campaign against me?
"How about this as an idea. Why don't you come to our house for dinner tonight and I'll introduce you to my husband? He owns a car dealership uptown and could use someone like you to attract some female clientele. Maybe even some refined gentlemen too. By the way, what's your name?"
I decide not to react to the "gentlemen" comment.
Without thinking twice, I say, "My name is Joshua Taylor and I'll take you up on that offer."
"Well... Pleased to meet you, Joshua. You can call me Susan."
We exchange numbers, and she gives me her address. It's in an expensive neighborhood. My prospects are improving.
Back at Kyle's place, I get myself ready for tonight. First impressions are everything and I want to make a good one tonight. I spend time doing exercises in the privacy of Kyle's room. Mostly to tone and pump up my muscles a bit before I get into the shower. I brush my teeth, floss, and gargle, have a good shave, and then splash on some cologne. Now I'm right as rain!
In the bedroom, as soon as I close the door, I drop the towel around my waist. I'm still searching for clean briefs and a pair of formal trousers in my suitcase, when the door behind me creaks open. I spin around. A surprised Kyle is standing there, admiring my naked body. He's never seen me fully naked until now, I made sure of that.
He swallows and then quickly closes the door behind him.
"I've got a meeting tonight with a prospective employer so um... I should get ready."
"What kind of employer?" He raises one eyebrow.
"Not a porn interview if that's what you're thinking," I bark at him.
"Just wondering."
"If you must know, it's for a car dealership somewhere uptown and I'm meeting the owner at his house tonight."
"Oh ok." He sits down on the bed.
I put on my briefs, trousers, socks, and shiny black shoes. Next, follows my long-sleeved button-down shirt. I hope I appear respectable enough, projecting a blue-collar vibe. It will show my new employer that I'm serious about getting the job and doing the work. If I show up too suave and man-about-town, it might give him the wrong idea about me.
Kyle says nothing as he watches me. It's a bit unnerving but who cares. In the end, he's just my host for maybe a few more days. I'll find somewhere better to crash once I get this job. I'm wired with anticipation. What if there's a price tag attached to Susan's recruitment efforts? I hope I don't have to blow anybody.
Kyle is good enough to drop me off at the address she gave me, at 6:00 p.m. I tell him I'll grab a cab home.
I walk up the enormously wide pathway, surrounded by a huge, expansive lawn and knock on the imposing wooden front door. It's a double-story mansion with grey stone and oak finishes. It has massive, ceiling-to-floor windows all around but there's no light coming from inside. They must have thick curtains.
An old man in a uniform opens the door and looks me up and down. "Good evening, sir. How may I be of service?"
Cool!
"Um, good evening. My name's Joshua Taylor and I've an appointment to see Susan this evening."
"You mean Mr. and Mrs. Winston," he says sarcastically, informing me in a snooty way that his mistress is a married woman.
"Of course," I grin coldly. He's obviously English.
"They've been expecting you. Please do come in." He steps aside for me to pass and then closes the heavy door behind me. "Please follow me."
I follow him out towards what seems to be a very large sitting room, calling it a lounge wouldn't do it justice, it's huge! The room has big windows looking out over a small estate at the back, with more lawns, trees, and an almost Olympic-sized swimming pool. There's a pool house towards the one side. Possibilities?
"Please have a seat. Mr. and Mrs. Winston will join you momentarily."
Man, this is surreal. "Thank you."
He leaves and a few minutes later the "lord and lady of the manor" enter the room.
"Good evening, Joshua," Susan greets me.
I stand up.
"John, this is Joshua. The young man I told you about."
Mr. Winston looks me up and down and extends his hand. "Good evening, Joshua. Call me John."
We shake hands and he's got a good strong grip. At about fifty or so, he's fit, has short, greyish hair and dark-brown eyes. He's wearing chinos, a cream golf shirt, brown loafers and a matching leather belt.
He gazes at me with a warm smile. His eyes are piercing. This man's obviously no fool and I better watch my step. Well I suppose he wouldn't be this loaded if he was. "Please have a seat," he says.
They sit down on a luxury couch, across from me, on the other side of a big coffee table.
He asks me a few questions about my background and work experience, and I act the willing and eager prodigy by answering everything while looking him straight in the eyes. I make sure to not cross my arms or fidget to show I'm comfortable.
"I think that about covers it." He glances at his wife. "You agree, Susan?"
She nods and doesn't even smile. Very serious suddenly. I'm not buying it because I know she wants me.
A moment later the old man enters the room. "Dinner is served, sir."
John gets up. Susan and I follow him to the dining room. This room, once again, is ostentatiously big. In the center, stands an immensely long dining room table, with high-back chairs. We sit down and are served the various courses. I have never seen so much food.
Man, I could get used to this!
After we finish our last course, John invites me to join him in the study and Susan says good night with a quick wink in my direction.
Once in the study, he offers me a drink. I ask for a neat bourbon, because beer might sound too trashy. I take a sip and it burns like a bitch going down. I cough.
"The good stuff always does that to you if you're not used to it." He smiles kindly.
I just nod.
He motions for me to sit in a leather chair opposite him, and we quietly sip our drinks.
"So, where do you live at the moment?"
An opportunity arrives to lay it on thick without being too obvious.
"I live with an old acquaintance in his sister's apartment. My girlfriend and I've recently split up because she was cheating on me and I had to quickly find a place. It was the only option at such short notice."
He smiles a little. "Where's the place?"
I tell him and realize, as I say it, that it's rather far from the dealership.
"I noticed no vehicle out front, so I presume you must've been dropped off by someone or came in a taxi?" He raises a thick eyebrow.
I nod, while glancing down at the small table between us.
"If you're going to work for me, we need to either sort out your transport, or your living arrangements, or both." He rubs his clean-shaven chin for a moment. "I don't know you long enough to invest in some kind of transport for you or to lend you one of our floor models. However, I think we can make some changes to your living arrangements. Would you be opposed to living here on my property? We have a pool house at the back that you can occupy for a while until you get back on your feet."
Bingo!
I try to hide my excitement at the prospect of living in this amazing place and maybe even scoring a proper meal every day! I'm also sure they have a gym in the house, because both look great. I doubt they're the "public" gym types.
"Are you sure, sir?"
"Yes, and please, it's John."
"Then, thank you...John."
"That settles it then. I'll arrange for a taxi to take you back to your place now so you can collect your possessions. You can move into the pool house tonight and join me tomorrow morning when I go to the dealership."
Shit, this is happening fast.
He finishes his drink and gets up to call the butler, well I presume that's what the old guy is.
The taxi arrives a little while later and it heads off to Kyle's place.
As soon as I get there, I tell him and his sister that I'll be moving out immediately. She's peeved as hell and tells me that she won't give me any money back for the remainder of the month. Whatever. I just nod.
Kyle follows me to his room and as I start packing, he confronts me. "So, just like that you move out. No notice or nothing."
"Don't whine, Kyle. I've a job opportunity and my new boss is offering me a place to stay so I can get to work more easily. That's all."
"Yes, but you just up and leave... Will I see you again?"
"Don't be so clingy, Kyle. It's not like me and you are anything to each other, so don't sweat it. I seriously don't need your drama right now! I'm happy I've got a job, and you should be grateful you'll have me out of you room."
"I am, but you're acting like a complete douche bag." He is sitting on the bed with a pathetic pout.
Why won't he leave it alone? I stop packing and look at him.
"Look, I know I'm hot and you're just waiting for the opportunity to get me into bed but it ain't gonna happen! So, fucking accept it and move on." I slam my suitcase shut.
He inhales sharply and tears form in the corners of his eyes.
I finish packing and yell goodbye to his sister as I stomp out the door.
The driver takes my luggage and puts it into the trunk as I get in. I don't even look back to see if Kyle is watching me go.
I am off to a new life full of opportunity, new adventures, and class!
It feels like I've arrived.
Living with the Winstons for the last two months has been a dream come true. Every morning we have breakfast together and when I return home with John in the evening, we have dinner together. They're amicable enough and I feel like I'm becoming part of the family.
I've avoided asking if there was a "little" John or Susan, assuming it might be a sensitive subject. At first, it was a bit weird of course. I couldn't really be a substitute for their lack of children, if that was indeed the case with me, because their behavior wasn't particularly parental. In fact, I came to believe that they didn't have kids, not for any medical reason but simply out of a lack of interest. The fact that Susan kept on giving me signals also made it clear that she wasn't looking for anyone to nurture or dote on.
Those signals were a little bit of a concern for me. Normally I would jump at the chance to get some, but I didn't want to ruin what was obviously a comfortable arrangement. Particularly for me.
The dealership job is seriously much better than the one at the studio. I mean I get to drive all the flashy cars we sell and was eventually even given my own floor model to use "as I wish." The other cool thing of course, is the totally trendy, high-class clientele I get to interact with. Even the other staff members are of a different caliber compared to what I'm used to.
I sometimes still pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.
John asked me to join him on the golf course every Saturday and be his caddy. That's where he'd discuss business and deals with other players on the green and I'd just stay to one side and listen intently. It's an education on its own. Their topics of conversation are beyond anything I know and I'm learning a lot about things I probably wouldn't normally be exposed to or have the chance to come in contact with.
At the end of every Saturday, we end up having a few drinks with some of the other players or I hang out with the other caddies and groundskeepers.
I'm grateful that John never purposefully makes me feel that I'm in any way inferior or a burden to him. As long as I mind my manners and don't embarrass him, all is well.
My old life seems far away. Kyle still has my cell phone number and he's tried calling me twice, but on both occasions, I muted the phone and ignored him. I think by the second time he must have got the message because he hasn't tried again.
As for having some ass, getting my prick dipped is proving to be a bit of a challenge and I need to be careful. A lot of the girls in my new world are either related to some powerful guy or have powerful boyfriends. It sure is hard to get laid in this environment. Well, that is, until I met Carrie a month ago.
Carrie is a waitress at the clubhouse and we hit it off from the start. Why wouldn't we? I'm attractive as fuck and obviously, she thought so too. She always blushed a little when she spoke to me and I, of course, played it cool. First, I made sure she wasn't spoken for before I started responding to her come-ons.
We ended up fucking after the second time we met. It was in the storeroom of the clubhouse and although it was quick, I got to blow my load. Every Saturday, as soon as John and his friends are settled into their comfy chairs, I now make it my ritual to go find her. Before I'm missed, we disappear into the storeroom or washroom to get a quickie in.
Today is our fifth evening together, and she's pressing me to see her more often and under different circumstances. Of course, I can't let this happen. I have plans for the future. Nailing an heiress or a loaded widow, at least, is just what I need to get myself on course and settled in for the long haul.
"Come on, Joshua. When're you going to invite me to your place?"
I hadn't mentioned to anyone that I stay with John and thankfully he hasn't advertised the fact either.
"You know I would, Carrie, but my mother is very ill and she doesn't like getting any visitors at the house. It's also dangerous for her health," I lie.
"All right, but what about taking me out then and maybe we can book ourselves into a hotel." She frowns at the drab and dusty shelves in the storeroom. "At least we can get to do it on a real bed and for an entire night." She rubs my thigh, trying her best to tempt me.
I inhale in a sharp breath. "Except for Saturdays, I can't leave my mother alone. We can only afford a nurse to come over once a week, then I can get out a bit," I continue fibbing.
Looks like she has no other suggestions left. I let out an inner sigh of relief. "So, Carrie...let's go to the back."
"No," she says sternly, eyes fixed on me in a challenging way.
Ah shit, now she's just being spiteful. "Why not?"
"I want something more than just being the girl you fuck at the clubhouse. I deserve better." She grips my arm.
Unlikely.
"Whatever." I pull away and leave to join the other guys.
Well then, that's over. Sex with her was just a great substitute for jerking off.
John and I leave a little later. He drank a bit more than usual and I ended up driving him home. Everyone could see he was out of it and no one said anything about me doing the honors. Besides, the guys know I work for him.
Once home, I make sure he reaches his room. Susan's lying on the bed in her negligée, and I say "good evening" as I leave.
Fuck she's hot. My prick swells a little.
Back in the pool house, I take off my golf shoes and socks. I'm always dressed appropriately for the occasion, at John's insistence. He purchased these threads. I strip off my golf shirt, plaid trousers, and briefs then jump into the shower.
I'm sure I can hear the sliding door of the patio opening, but, after yelling hello and there's no response, I carry on washing myself. I grab my, now hard, prick and stroke it with my soapy fist a few times. I'm horny as fuck because I didn't get any tonight.
I turn towards the shower nozzle to rinse my hair, face, and chest. Someone grabs my waist and reaches straight for my prick. I spin around. "What the f...!" I almost lose my balance.
Susan is standing there, completely naked. She's hotter than I had imagined.
I gape at her. "What are you doing, Susan?! Are you fucking nuts?!"
"I'm tired of waiting for you to make a move. You know you want this." She runs her hand over her boobs and down over her neatly shaven pussy. There is a small landing strip but I don't need any directions.
I back as far into the corner as I can. "You are so hot, but I can't do anything to jeopardize my job, never mind my relationship with John. You know that."
"May I remind you who introduced you to John in the first place? I twisted his arm to give you a chance. I know he's happy with your work, but I got your foot in the door. It's payback time, gorgeous." She grabs my prick again in a strong grip and bends over to suck it.
"Um, Susan...we can't!" I try half-heartedly to lift her head off my prick.
She ignores me and with one quick move, she engulfs it completely. It bumps the back of her throat, and she's blowing me as if her life depends on it! Her head bops up and down at an alarming pace and her moans are encouraging.
"Oh yeah! Fuck!" It's over for me now. The lust takes over and I lead her by her hand to the bedroom. Once on my bed, we start fucking hell-bent for leather, with her on all fours and me pounding her from behind.
Surprisingly, she asks me to fuck her in the ass. Of course, for me that's just plain heaven.
I cum very quickly, but pretty soon she gets me ready again and we go for it, this time with her on the chest of drawers and me banging her without mercy, caressing and squeezing her beautiful tits.
She orgasms intensely as I spew my cum inside her. Once she's gotten her breath back, she decides to take a shower.
She turns to me for a second. "This is why I love young men. So much stamina!"
After drying herself off and slipping on her negligée, she sneaks back into the main house.
"Fuck," I mutter to myself.