Chapter 6

Tiffany Osgood looked on breathlessly as the Jaguar F-type rolled between the estate gates. The gates swung closed behind them. She knew that her fiance, Jason Broadmore, was wealthy, she herself was the daughter of a highly successful businessman. But the large estate was beyond what she had expected.

The building was old. At least a century old. The large house, though not quite the size of the fabled Biltmore House of the Vanderbilts, was nearly two-thirds of that size. She thought it must require a large staff. Surrounding it were vest gardens, which included a hedge maze and number of fountains.

Jason stopped the car in front of the broad twin doors. One was already opened. Jason climbed around the car and opened the door for his lovely blonde lady.

“Good day, Mr. Jason,” the impeccably dressed butler said to him as he led Tiffany into the house.

Jason passed him the keys. “Good afternoon Martin. Have Miss Osgood’s bags taken to her room.”

“Very good, sir,” the butler said. “Your mother is in the sun room. Shall I announce you?”

“No, just warn Edward not to get the Jag into any races on the way to the garage.”

Edward Stein, the family mechanic and chauffeur had been a well know racer in his youth. The staff, and the twins delighted in teasing the man about it.

The older man smiled. “I’ll be sure to remind him, sir.” Martin had know Jason since he was a child. As Jason led Tiffany into the house he checked out the young woman. Her light blond hair was just long enough to touch her shoulders. Martin appreciated her orange size breasts. Her slim ass wiggled enticingly as she moved away from him. Her legs looked strong and well formed, as much as he could see them under her skirt. Her three inch heels were not at all practical, for any purpose other than causing the blood to rush from men’s heads to another body part, that is.

It was going to be one hell of a weekend, Martin thought, wondering if cook was still busy preparing dinner, or was free for a little romp in the butler’s pantry.

Tiffany noted the many expensive items displayed in the rooms that they passed through. Many had values equal to the entire years cost of the expensive ivy league university at which Jason and she had met. Money had never been one of the characteristics that had attracted her to the dark university athlete. Her father was quite wealthy himself, though much of his wealth was entangled in his various businesses. After her parent’s divorce she had been shuttled off to an exclusive boarding school. Her now remarried father was wholly devoted to his new wife, who Tiffany thought a little crud and unrefined. Still she had always treated the girl well and Tiffany begrudged her only a little the relationship she had built with her father.

As they entered the sun room the small woman seated there rose to greet them. Her hair was dirty blond and cut very short. She seemed almost pixie like to the tall Tiffany. Her body was tight and she wore an obviously expensive outfit that both looked classy, yet revealed her womanly curves.

“I was so surprised to get your call yesterday,” she said waiting for him to respond.

“Mother, this is Tiffany Osgood, my fiancee.” Zoe Broadmore-Parker noted the large multi-carat diamond on the girl’s finger. She had, of course, already had the girl checked out when she had learned that her son was seriously dating her. She was certainly pretty enough, she thought. A bit wild in her younger years perhaps. But rich enough not to be an obvious gold-digger, she thought. Still that did not make her a suitable match for one of her sons, the woman thought.

She smiled as Jason continued the formal introduction the situation demanded, “Tiffany, this is my mother.”

“Pleased to meet you Mrs. Parker,” the girl said. She knew that Jason’s mother was the second wife of the man who was not Jason’s father. The almost unknown William Parker IV, heir of one of the largest American fortunes still around from the days of the Nineteenth Century Golden Age. Like many of these families during the depression the Parkers had quietly retired from the public eye, managing to stay more or less out of the media and were therefore mostly unknown to the general populous.

“It’s actually Mrs. Broadmore-Parker,” the woman answered taking the girl’s hand, “which is way too much of a mouthful to be used between people who will be family. Please call me Zoe.”

“Thank ... thank you Zoe,” the girl answered feeling flushed all of a sudden. The woman’s hand was very warm and her eyes seemed to look deeply into hers.

Finally the woman released her and reached up to hug her taller son.

“You should show Tiffany, you don’t mind if I call you Tiffany?” the girl nodded, “the house. I’m afraid the pool is not suitable for use. The slate cracked last month and the repair men won’t be ready to fix it until next month. Well I suppose when a pool gets to be ninety-seven years old one can expect some problems.”

“Oh no,” Jason grinned. “that means we’ll have to use the small pool in the pool house. How inconvenient.”

“I’m afraid my son is not overly impressed with the trappings of a classic estate.”

“This drafty old place that you and William love?” her son said playfully. “I much prefer my Boston Condo, as you well know. Still the old place does have class.”

“After Jason’s tour won’t you join me for tea? We have a real tea room. Very authentic.”

“Yes thank you Mrs ... I mean Zoe.”

“Good. You can meet the rest of that family at dinner. All except Jason’s step-sister Jessica. She won’t arrive until tomorrow.” She turned from the girl to her son. “She’s bringing a new friend, too. I wonder what she’s playing at,” she added, almost to herself.

Clarissa stretched herself in the comfortable business class seat. The seventeen year old college student had never before enjoyed the amenities of the upgraded cabin. A precocious undergrad who had just completed her freshman year in psychology she looked out the window past the red headed woman who was a decade her senior and a lover.

The outer door was not yet close and Jessica Parker was talking to someone. Clarissa was only half listening as the woman said, “Martin, no need to bother my step-mother. Just have Edward meet us with the car ... yes thank you.”

“I still feel a little nervous,” the blonde teen said. “If it’s a family thing won’t I be in the way?”

“No. I want you there,” the red head said. “I don’t want to face them alone.”

Clarissa reached out and squeezed the girl’s hand. The teen was very mature for her age, both emotionally and sexually. Her exploits with her own parents in that area was one reason. The other was her exceptional talent in her chosen area of study, human sexuality.

“You have to realize that my family is from Old Money. Well at least my father is. My step-mother is a social climbing whore. Father married her several years after my mother died. I barely knew my mother.”

“I’m sorry,” the girl said. The flight attendant was closing the door. Suddenly a thought hit her. Something her lover had said before. “But I thought you said you and her were ... intimate?”

“She’s a very talented whore. And she can be pretty dominate.” Jessica reached up to tough the other girl’s cheek. “You know what a submissive I am. She was my first woman, but she wasn’t my first lover, or even my second.”

“How old were you?”

“Younger than you,” the woman said. “Like you I was educationally precocious. I was at boarding school until Daddy married Zoe. When she and her twin sons moved in it was decided I would transfer to a local private school. When they tested me for acceptance I skipped a couple of grades.

“Zoe has eclectic tastes. I was a morsel just to her liking. As soon as I could, I got out of there, starting at MIT at the same age as you started. By my third year I had already finished my bachelors.”

“I thought I was unusual starting at sixteen.”

“I had my master’s before twenty.”

“Why go back now?”

“Family business. One of my step brothers is getting married. He’s bringing the girl home to meet the family. My step-brothers Jason and Jerold are very special to me. I admit to wanting to check out the girl who could make him think about marriage.”

“But you don’t want to visit alone?”

“I don’t, and I admit I’m going to enjoy rubbing Zoe’s nose in the fact that I’m with you.”

“Are you?”

“Going to enjoy it?”

“With me?”

“Well at least for the next week. You don’t mind being my beard?”

“No. It might be fun seeing how the rich live.”

“I warn you my parents are a little kinky.”

“I kind of got that when you said your step-mother seduced a sixteen year old you. Besides my parents aren’t exactly Ozzie and Harriet.”

Three hours later the pair were rolling their suitcases behind them in the concourse when Jessica’s phone rang.

Jessica answered it. “Hello Edward. The door by gate 12...”

Clarissa was properly impressed when the big black limousine rolled up to the curb. A middle aged man in a dark suit with chauffeurs hat stepped around the vehicle. “Good day Miss Jessica.”

“Hello Edward. This is Clarissa.”

The man nodded to her. “Hello miss.” He then opened the rear door for them. After they both climbed in he loaded their bags in the trunk.

“Would you like a drink?” Jessica asked and Clarissa saw the car had a well stocked bar, including fridge. “Soda? Wine?”

“Really?”

“I’m not going to card you dear,” the redhead said.

Clarissa decided a clear head might be beneficial and opted for a mineral water.

The girl woke slowly. The first thing she noted were that she couldn’t move her arms. They were stiff and above her head. The next was that she was cold. Cold all over, which should not be unexpected, since she did not seem to be wearing a stitch of clothing. Her thinking was cloudy. Where was she?

Jason’s house. She was at Jason’s house. She had met his mother, then his step-father and twin brother. They had sat down to eat dinner. There was wine. Dinner was divine, but late in the meal she seemed to suddenly get tire. Had she drunk too much? No she’d only had a few glasses.

She slowly opened her eyes.

“There, there dear,” she heard a voice say.

She was in a dimly lit room. In front of her there was a mirror. In it she could see a beautiful naked girl, hanging from manacles on the wall. It took her a minute to realize it was her. A chain was around her neck and the expensive diamond engagement ring that her lover had presented her was hanging on it.

“She better be alright,” she heard Jason’s voice say.

She turned toward the voice and saw that it was indeed him. Next to him was a short woman, her form clothed in black leather. Her breast’s were exposed, but supported by an elaborate bustier. Black net stockings clothed her well formed, but short legs. In her hand she held something that Tiffany’s mind refused to recognize.

“She’s fine dear.” The woman looked from her son to the girl displayed like a piece of meat hanging on a hook. “Tell him you’re alright, dear.”

“What the hell are you people doing?” the girl screamed. “Jason get me down from her. Where are my clothes?”

The woman stepped to her. She raised her hand and slapped the girl just hard enough to get her attention.

“You my dear are not in a position to be giving orders here,” the small woman said. “You have come to my house with the intention of taking my son away from me. I might let you have him, if you are worthy of him.”

“Worthy?” the girl repeated woodenly.

“Yes. This is what is going to happen Ms. Osgood. My husband and I will test you. We will test your commitment to Jason and your ability to please him, as a man and husband.”