Episode 5: BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

San Diego, California!

“Nick? I am beyond amazed.”

Newly hired nanny Willa Pryce sat in the passenger side seat of famous author Nick Benson’s red Corvette convertible. Cherry on the outside, cherry on the inside. Willa’s long red hair was billowing at the soft warm breeze coming off of the Pacific. Her admission drew Nick’s attention briefly as he snapped a glance at her while eying the traffic ahead. Her smile was perfectly balanced between beguiling and naivety. Eyes like diamonds with her sunglasses atop her head she made certain she left a scar of impression. It was easy to read, the girl was doing her best to offer her employer his literary desires.

“That makes two of us, Sara.” Sara was the slave girl in his novels. To keep himself inspired he adopted his stunningly beautiful young nanny as his character study. A mere hour ago he subjected her to a shopping spree for new clothing. In doing so he placed her in a Sara like situation where she let other men enjoy her feminine wiles in return for purchased clothing. Their expense, not Nick’s. She made out like a bandit. “You enjoyed all of that attention in public, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Sara did.” She held her hair behind her ear sheepishly. “I meant the fact that you managed to fit all of those clothing bags in such a tiny trunk.”

“If not, they would have been delivered by taxi.”

“Where are you taking me for lunch?”

He eyed her body barely covered by her black micro bikini. She felt free as the rushing breeze attacked her every pore. California was the right choice. She was glad to be rid of Chicago and her mother. Her stepfather not so much. They got along great. But again, if she hadn’t aimed for the Benson job she might have gotten a bit too close to the man. It was bad enough that Nick Benson reminded her of him. At least her mother wouldn’t divorce her stepfather over her error in judgment.

“I know a great outdoor burger joint on the beach. I think you should get your feet wet.”

“I get to feel the ocean between my toes?” She smiled brightly! “Somewhere other than your backyard.” The Benson home was on a beach as well. No! This beach would be much more lively than his private stretch of sand.

“Sure. You deserve it.”

“That clerk Katrina said these bikini’s are illegal in public.”

“I’ll pay the fine if anyone cites you for it. Just a heads up, a beauty like you can get away with murder here in Cali. Have some faith.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Feel free.” He rubbed his goatee.

“Did you do this type of thing with Claire for your first book?”

“Some, yes. Long before our kids, so ages ago. Her government job keeps her away from home far too much. Not to mention losing her dream job would ruin us financially.”

“So, you chose me as your nanny because my body is perfect. Everything about me screams Julianne Hough when her hair was red. For your inspiration. Fantasy.”

“Partially. For eight grand a month are you complaining?”

“No. I’ll be the first to admit I’m glad I replied to your nanny ad. Even though I feel like that has already become my part time job. I’ll hold onto this job as long as you will have me.”

“Just what I wanted to hear. Your help on my book is invaluable.”

“Nick, it’s already become more than that. This is about you and your desires. Not Dorian’s. I’ll play along as long as you keep me safe.”

“You’re wrong.” He glared at her. “These displays are designed to fuel the page. Having a model to portray Sara and her journey is needed. It’s a must to sense, see, and feel her emotions.”

“So, fucking me last night even as long as you did meant nothing to Nick? You had no feeling of your own that needed scratched?”

“As I told you, the chapter took a wrong turn. Did it feel good? Sure! Of course! A man of my age loves a sweet young plaything. That’s good to keep me young.” He eyed a tractor trailer to his right and sped up. “Pull your top down and lick your nipples for this semi driver.”

Looking ahead she prepared herself. As soon as Nick reached a perfect field of vision of the trucks front seat, she awaited the driver to look down at her. He was a large burley man with a long grey beard. ZZ Top, anyone?

After a few highway mile markers to catch on he glanced down at Willa at her top peeled down under her breasts. She squeezed and playfully tossed them around for his amusement. Once he grinned at her she lifted her left tit to swirl her tongue around the nipple.

Nodding and offering a thumbs up for her efforts she moved her mouth to her right nipple for a repeat performance. A honk of the driver’s horn gave her goosebumps. This was fun. “Should I keep going?”

“No. That’s enough. Our exit is a mile up.” He then gunned the Vette and zipped in front of him to hear the semi driver honk his horn a second round as if to say goodbye. Leaving the big rig behind Nick pulled off on the seaside highway. A few more miles later he reached the beach. Parking near a string of shops and restaurants he shut the car off and this time put his roof up.

“Do you have your cell phone?”

“Yes. In my clutch bag at my feet.”

He had her cell number and dialed it. “That’s my cell. You only have our home line. I want Sara to take this money and buy a towel and suntan oil. Walk out to the sand where that volleyball game is. It looks to be all men, hopefully not gay. You will lay out and tantalize them until one or more approach you. I’ll call you when I see you talking to them for longer than five minutes.”

“I see a lifeguard on one of those high chairs.” She pointed out Baywatch Beefcake!

“I’ll buy off his beef with you. When I call you, I want you to act like I’m your man. You will ask them to oil you up and you will masturbate in front of them. While we talk you will act as if nothing is going on. Make them think they are in control. Any questions?”

“When will you intervene? Do I stop them and leave?”

“That’s for me to decide. You will lay there as long as they attend to you.”

“What if they want sex?”

“If they’re smart enough to own a condom then let them. Otherwise, no.”

“What lesson is this Dorian?” The dominant master in his books.

“Patience. The ability to seduce from a distance. To take care of yourself. Now go!”

“Okay! I hope I don’t enjoy this too much.” She giggled! “I am yours Sir.”

“That is for Dorian to decide. Not you!”

She left the car wearing her earlier pair of sandals. Phone and cash in hand she wiggled along toward the shops. Eyes attacked her from every angle. Gossip was heard in numbers. Mostly good. Still, she stayed her course.

At a beach towel shop she found a large Hello Kitty blanket and a bottle of oil. A bottled water finished her list. Willa then left the row of shops and made the journey out onto the sandy beach. Parents with children tried to keep them oblivious to her. She was covered at least. For now!

She found a number of the volleyball players eying her already. She fluttered her fingers at them just to keep their attention. Choosing a spot where both sides of the net could enjoy her, she bent over in their direction to set her belongings down and fan out her towel. She heard whistles fill the air before she even sat down.

Immediately she opened her bottle of oil and began rubbing over her arms, shoulders, legs, belly and chest. Her face came last. Her body became glossy and vibrant in the sunlight. At least even as a redhead her skin adapted well to the harshness of Sol. Having a light tan already helped. Through her shades she noted the gamers stopping to admire her. She could tell there was a challenge being made to see who approached her. The problem was there seemed to be a certain amount of shyness in all of them.

Lying back she let her hands wander her body as if spreading the oil further. Palming her breasts she literally ran her fingers up under the patches before repositioning them. The same thing led to her bottoms. Fingers vanished for a moment while teasing her clit for fun, then she settled back to wait. Less than ten minutes expired before two of the men got the nerve up to support each other. They slowly walked toward her until they reached her feet.