Part XLI - Liaisons So Torrid

The Heterson home, upstairs...

“What’s your problem, Lacey? It’s not like I’m going to use a Vodka bottle.”

With those calmly spoken words, Blake Draymore, certified accountant and pretty much certified loser, froze Lacey Patricia Robbins, certified teenage wet dream, dead in her tracks. She tured back around, face paler then chalk, and regarded him with shock and rapidly mounting dread.

Across the travertine marble’d length of the luxurious comode the blonde stared wide-eyed at the paunchy older man for the longest second so far in her short sixteen years, then at last she forced out the desperate question.

“What ... what did you j-just say?”

Blake’s smile reminded her of that big shark in ‘Finding Nemo’ and stepping back he sat down firmly on the lid of the toilet.

“You heard me, princess.” he folded arms across his chest, “Now ... shut that door and come here.”

Lacey licked her lips and fought to quell her screaming nerves. She realized she had no choice, she had to let this play out, at least until she could come up with a strategy to extricate herself from the quicksand she had inexplicably suddenly found herself knee-deep in and sinking faster by the second.

She reached out a quaking hand and pushed the bathroom door shut.

“Lock it.” he commanded and shutting her eyes she did so, the soft metallic click going off like a gunshot inside her howling psyche.

She turned back to face him and blinked balefully, “V-Vodka?” she feigned innocence, “I ... I don’t understand your meaning.”

“Sir.”

“What?”

“You meant to say: ‘I don’t understand your meaning, sir’. Am I right, Lacey?”

She fidgeted nervously and nodded, “Of course. Sorry. Sorry, sir. Mr. Blake-”

“Draymore.” he corrected, “I’m Mr. Draymore. Blake is my first name, not my last.”

“Oh. I’m sorry-”

“Yes you are, Lacey. Now, come over here and turn around.”

“Um ... why?”

“Because you made a mistake and you need to be punished for it.”

“P-Punished?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“Now, Lacey.”

She bit her lip, then gave in and crossed the rectangular room and halted before him.

“Turn around.”

She did as he told her and--whap!

She jerked and her jaw sagged, she spun back around to face him, hand cupping her left buttock through her short black skirt and she gaped at him in astonishment.

“You--You slapped me!”

“Yep.”

“My butt! You ... you spanked me!”

Blake smiled up at the girl with the long blonde ponytail wrapped around her head like a crown and pinned in back firmly, “Yes I did. I find dolling out fast punishments works best. Now, howsabout you take down your panties and we can get to this.”

“-take down...” she blinked, flustered, her butt still smarting from the firm smack, “Mr. Draymore--sir! I am not ... not doing that ... with--with you!”

“Oh, I think you are.”

“No!”

“Is that back-talk, Lacey?”

“No! I swear! But I am not having ... having sex with you!”

He cocked his head and sighed, “And why not?”

She gaped at him, “Why?! There’s a million reasons!”

“Like what? Name one?”

“B-Because!”

“Because is not a reason all on it’s own, Lacey.”

The girl fought not to bolt for the door again. I--I can’t believe I’m actually having a conversation like THIS with a strange man! This--This is crazy!

“I’ll ask you again,” Blake prompted with a smirk, “give me a reason why we can’t have sex.”

She licked her full lips, “I ... because-”

“Lacey...” his tone rose in warning.

“Because, sir, because ... because you are way older than me-”

Blake laughed, cutting her off, “Hah! For me that’s definitely a reason to do it. You’re so young and ripe, I’ve been dreaming about girls like you for so long, since the last one I managed to get my mitts upon was back in High School. Ohhh, Lacey, all I’ve had these last seventeen or so years is squishy tits and flabby fat ladies. I need to squeeze gravity-ignoring spongy tits that don’t sag, to grope firm peachy buttocks. I need to drive my dick into a pussy that’s tight and holds what I give it-”

“M-Mister Draymore!”

“Oh, don’t act so naive, princess, you know exactly how you make men feel, how couldn’t you! Just look at you, perfect in every way. I bet you catch men staring at you twenty times a day at least. But not me, I’m going to do more then just stare!” and reaching out he caught her hips and dragged her to him.

Oh shit! Lacey went rigid with terror at the feel of his hands on her body.

Oh shit! Blake went rubbery with lust at the feel of his hands on her body.

Before Lacey could react his knees had parted and then moved back in to lock her in place, his hands were groping up her torso, reaching for her plump little--”STOP!” she grabbed his wrists and with all her meager strength held the grasping fingers back from her apron-covered chest by mere inches only.

Blake’s eyes were shining with a fever only her sweet young oh-so-fuckable body could quench, “Let go, princess! You’re mine!”

“No! Let ME go!”

“You want me to tell your mother about your little pool house romp?” he demanded, fighting against the overwhelming urge to throw her down on the floor and just TAKE what he wanted whether she let him or not!

“Well, Lacey?” he growled into her little cherub face, “Do you!”

The struggling cheerleader’s eyes saucered, he knew! But--But “How...?! How do you know about the p-pool house?”

And Blake’s evil grin returned, “I may be older then you, princess, but my ears are still sharp. And I heard every word that passed between you and your crook-mouthed boyfriend.”

Knots twisted like the tentacles of a ravenous giant squid within her taut tummy as Lacey suddenly recalled the man who had been lingering near her and Randy Blavin’s position out in the back yard. Ohmigod! It was HIM! And--And he DID hear us! Oh shit! Oh shit-shit-SHIT!

“That’s it, Lacey, let it all sink in.” nodded Draymore as he watched the complex mix of emotions play out across her aquiline features, “You two really should have been more careful picking where to discuss such a damning subject, hah!”

“Oh ... oh gawd...” Lacey felt faint, her world was spinning completely out of control. What--What am I going to do?!

“Sounds like you and your three little friends had quite the orgy! I certainly would like to meet this large-chested girlfriend of yours, what was her name ... Krista? Heh, she shouldn’t be too hard to locate. And if she’s around then so is her parents, just like your mother is here? Right, Lacey?”

Her grip on his wrists slacked and she swayed back, Blake could have taken firm hold of her small jutting breasts, but he held back for a moment. He wanted her to give herself over to him, he didn’t just want to have her body, he wanted Lacey to surrender her soul too.

“So what’s it going to be?” he asked, voice softening into the friendly tone of a beloved uncle, “Well, princess? Do we do nothing up here and instead I go back down to the party and find your mom, then tell her all about your public mastabatory adventure with the vodka bottle?”

Lacey stared haunted back at him, her hands gently plying at his halted wrists beseechingly, “Please ... sir, please. You can’t ... you just can’t. Please...”

“Why can’t I?” he shrugged matter-of-factly, “I can do anything, the balls in my court. But it can be back in yours, it’s easy as pie. All you gotta do is let yourself go.” and easing the imprisoning grip of his knees upon her hips he gently rested his hands on her narrow shoulders and pushed downwards.

Lacey found herself settling down onto her knees upon the thick powder-blue shag of the bath mat laid before the toilet. Her palms rested upon Blake’s upper legs and with them she felt his thighs flex wide through the grey twill of his trousers.

“I--I don’t understand-”

“Oh, I think you do. A slutty girl of your experience-”

“Slutty?! I don’t have-”

He caressed her shoulders and laughed, not unkindly, “Are you seriously telling me you’ve never...”

She shook her head fervently, “Please, I can’t-”

“Of course you can, it’s easy. And fun.” he pulled her in.

Lacey pressed her palms into his thighs and held back, “No, please-”

“Then you want me to tell your mom about the pool house?”

“Um ... no...”

“Then it’s this.” and sucking in his impressive stomach the bald man unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, exposing the bugle of his graying tighty-whities.

Lacey gaped at his barely covered crotch, then stared up at him aghast. “You--You can’t be serious!”

“Never been more. Now, get to cock sucking, princess. I’m not seventeen anymore like when I was banging your mom, so I need some warming up before I start fucking your little cunt stupid.”

His coarse way of talking disgusted Lacey utterly and she nearly bolted, but no matter how scary the thing coiled behind the thin layer of overwashed cotton was, her mother finding out that she was sexually active was far more terrifying. She’ll flay me alive! Literally! And--And if she finds out about ... about the ... the ... bottle...!

“Ohhh, fuck me sideways...” she swore under her breath and shook her head in complete dismay.

Blake’s sharp ears caught the mutter and his eyes gleamed like the headlight’s of a Mack semi on a foggy night, “You don’t have to ask THIS guy twice!” and bending low he made to push her down onto the floor and grant her “wish”, but Lacey’s hand snapped up between them and slapping a firm palm to his chest she levered him back into his sitting position on the toilet. He opened his mouth to voice his anger, but the fire he now saw in her eyes drove him to silence.

“There will be none of that.” she said as she stood and moved back a step. Her tone had suddenly gone very cold.

The older man blinked and felt nervous, though for the life of him he didn’t know why.

“No.” Lacey declared simply.

Blake licked his lips and dared to speak, “ ... No?”

“That’s right, Mr. Draymore. No.”

“Uh ... no what?”