kids too. I’ll leave the
douche husband at home.”
“You can show up, but I make no promises about
whether I’ll let you inside.”
Still checking the box, Candy grins. “If the world
is coming to the end, you could do worse than having two hot blondes at your
beck and call.”
I shrug, but there’s no denying I’d be a lucky
fucker to sit out the end of the world with this woman. Her kids, sister, and
even more kids don’t interest me as much.
“You keep bitching about cleaning all this up, so
have at it.”
Candy looks at me suddenly, and I can feel her
thinking. Devious thoughts too. She’s up to something, and I cross my
arms in anticipation for whatever bullshit she’ll pull.
“How do you feel about paying someone under the
table?”
“Who?” I growl, sounding scarier than I plan, but
Candy doesn’t react to my tone.
“My sister could use extra cash, but nothing that
can be traced.”
“First, you bring your kids here. Now you want me
to hire your sister. I’m not running the Candy Wilburn charity house here.”
She hears how I stumble over my words. Her eyes
narrow and she sizes me up. I don’t need her knowing she turns me into a dog in
heat. I want to shift my stance and let my hard dick breathe. Knowing Candy, I
have no doubt she’ll notice.
“Her husband is a douche, and I want her to leave
him. Any cash she can hide would help.”
“Why in the fuck do you think I care?”
“You said her husband is a douche. I would think
you’d want to piss him off. Don’t you live to fuck with people?”
I detect no judgment in Candy’s voice. She’s right
that I get a kick out of fucking with people. Something about seeing a man
squirm makes me smile.
“Fine. I’ll pay the same rate per hour as I pay you
and I’ll pay in cash. I don’t want to see her or hear about her emotional
crap.”
Candy smiles and her dark eyes light up in a way
that makes my dick hurt. “I’ll slap duct tape over her mouth and keep her
focused on cleaning up your mess.”
“You do that,” I say in a threatening tone for no
reason besides my dick’s painful throbbing.
The cause and possible relief stand three feet from
me. She won’t fuck me today. I can see how the thought isn’t on her mind right
now. No doubt she’s considered me inside her, though. Candy isn’t stupid. She’s
a sexy woman, and I’m an available man.
I think to push the topic, but something stops me.
My brain might be working again because I realize she’s a stranger. I don’t
know shit about her, yet I’m ready to let her see me at my most vulnerable. No
one can have power over me. I won’t even give it to my sickly father or
Nightmare. No way will I give such power to Candy.
So I walk back to my office and leave the tempting
blonde to play computer games. She’s only free for the time being. Once I learn
her secrets and tilt our relationship in my favor, I’ll make my move.
NINE - HAYES
D uring my usual Saturday routine, I pass the office
and think of Candy inside cleaning. She warned me not to visit since Honey and
her kids would be running around. The thought of six children making a shitload
of noise and stinking up the place fucking horrifies me. On the other hand, I
can’t deal with going two days without seeing her. Candy’s crawled under my
skin, and I can’t dig her out. Worse is how I’m not even sure I want to.
Country music plays in the office when I walk
through the front door with Nightmare at my side. The dog bolts inside and
begins smelling the strangers. His nose makes a beeline for Honey Mayer’s
crotch. I assume she’s on the rag.
While Honey freezes in terror, Candy’s back remains
to the door. Shaking her ass to the song, she’s unaware of my presence. I admire
the sweet curves of her wiggling butt in a pair of khaki shorts. Before my dick
can spring loose from my pants, she turns around.
“Hey, it’s the boss man!” she cries, walking over
to where Nightmare now stares at Honey.
douche husband at home.”
“You can show up, but I make no promises about
whether I’ll let you inside.”
Still checking the box, Candy grins. “If the world
is coming to the end, you could do worse than having two hot blondes at your
beck and call.”
I shrug, but there’s no denying I’d be a lucky
fucker to sit out the end of the world with this woman. Her kids, sister, and
even more kids don’t interest me as much.
“You keep bitching about cleaning all this up, so
have at it.”
Candy looks at me suddenly, and I can feel her
thinking. Devious thoughts too. She’s up to something, and I cross my
arms in anticipation for whatever bullshit she’ll pull.
“How do you feel about paying someone under the
table?”
“Who?” I growl, sounding scarier than I plan, but
Candy doesn’t react to my tone.
“My sister could use extra cash, but nothing that
can be traced.”
“First, you bring your kids here. Now you want me
to hire your sister. I’m not running the Candy Wilburn charity house here.”
She hears how I stumble over my words. Her eyes
narrow and she sizes me up. I don’t need her knowing she turns me into a dog in
heat. I want to shift my stance and let my hard dick breathe. Knowing Candy, I
have no doubt she’ll notice.
“Her husband is a douche, and I want her to leave
him. Any cash she can hide would help.”
“Why in the fuck do you think I care?”
“You said her husband is a douche. I would think
you’d want to piss him off. Don’t you live to fuck with people?”
I detect no judgment in Candy’s voice. She’s right
that I get a kick out of fucking with people. Something about seeing a man
squirm makes me smile.
“Fine. I’ll pay the same rate per hour as I pay you
and I’ll pay in cash. I don’t want to see her or hear about her emotional
crap.”
Candy smiles and her dark eyes light up in a way
that makes my dick hurt. “I’ll slap duct tape over her mouth and keep her
focused on cleaning up your mess.”
“You do that,” I say in a threatening tone for no
reason besides my dick’s painful throbbing.
The cause and possible relief stand three feet from
me. She won’t fuck me today. I can see how the thought isn’t on her mind right
now. No doubt she’s considered me inside her, though. Candy isn’t stupid. She’s
a sexy woman, and I’m an available man.
I think to push the topic, but something stops me.
My brain might be working again because I realize she’s a stranger. I don’t
know shit about her, yet I’m ready to let her see me at my most vulnerable. No
one can have power over me. I won’t even give it to my sickly father or
Nightmare. No way will I give such power to Candy.
So I walk back to my office and leave the tempting
blonde to play computer games. She’s only free for the time being. Once I learn
her secrets and tilt our relationship in my favor, I’ll make my move.
NINE - HAYES
D uring my usual Saturday routine, I pass the office
and think of Candy inside cleaning. She warned me not to visit since Honey and
her kids would be running around. The thought of six children making a shitload
of noise and stinking up the place fucking horrifies me. On the other hand, I
can’t deal with going two days without seeing her. Candy’s crawled under my
skin, and I can’t dig her out. Worse is how I’m not even sure I want to.
Country music plays in the office when I walk
through the front door with Nightmare at my side. The dog bolts inside and
begins smelling the strangers. His nose makes a beeline for Honey Mayer’s
crotch. I assume she’s on the rag.
While Honey freezes in terror, Candy’s back remains
to the door. Shaking her ass to the song, she’s unaware of my presence. I admire
the sweet curves of her wiggling butt in a pair of khaki shorts. Before my dick
can spring loose from my pants, she turns around.
“Hey, it’s the boss man!” she cries, walking over
to where Nightmare now stares at Honey.
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