Chapter 76: Saturday, Oct. 27

I came awake slowly with a beautiful woman rubbing a fabulous body against me. I came awake a little faster when a hand slipped through the fly of my boxers and started rubbing and squeezing.

“Mornin,’ Sugar,” Arlene cooed, giving me a little smooch.

Then she started working her way down my jaw, neck, chest. I was just about ready to go all caveman on her sexy ass when she pulled my boxers down and took me into her mouth, working me over with her arsenal of skills.

I’m sure I meant to do something here, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what. I just laid back with a happy groan and let her do what she wanted.

It wasn’t long before things came to a conclusion. I grunted hard and lifted my hips off the mattress, pumping my offering into the goddess’ mouth. Arlene squeaked in surprise as I unloaded.

“Someone hasn’t been drinking their juice like they’re supposed to,” Arlene pouted after swallowing it all down. “How many days have you missed?”

That was a good question. Marie had made sure I drank some Monday, but the rest of the week had been so crazy I hadn’t even thought about it. I couldn’t swear there’d even been any in the fridge at home.

“Four, at least,” I panted as I tried to get my breath back after the experience.

“Drink a pint a day for the next few days,” the redhead commanded. “It’d be wasteful to drink more. You’d just pee it out before you could absorb the good stuff.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Arlene rolled out of bed and extended a hand as I kicked the boxers off my legs.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” she said. “We were lucky Marie didn’t come in to start breakfast while I was having my way with you. She would have wanted to join in and George Patterson isn’t a man to be kept waiting.”

A look at the clock-radio showed it was a little after 7. If we didn’t fool around in the shower too much, I might have time for a decent breakfast for once. If I was a betting man, my money would be on missing breakfast. A naked Arlene pretty much assured there’d be at least a little fooling around.

I took the goddess’ hand and followed her the few steps to the bathroom. She got the shower started while I took my morning piss. Good thing I’d been able to hold off while she was blowing me. That would really have left a bad taste in her mouth.

I climbed into the tub behind Arlene and pulled her back against me. Her waistline was noticeably thicker and her abdomen showed just the slightest bulge as her baby bump began to develop.

“How are you doing?” I asked, caressing the swelling area. “Any issues this week?”

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” she groaned as I my hands wandered up to her tits. “The last couple of instances of morning sickness haven’t been as sudden or as bad. Not that they were enjoyable. I’ll have my next checkup on Friday, then we’ll start discussing removing the breast implants.”

I did think to grab the soap and get some suds going, but, like I expected, there was a little fooling around. A hand slid back down her belly and a finger started circling her little bundle of nerve endings, causing the redhead to shiver deliciously.

“We don’t have time for that,” she gasped, grabbing my wrist but not stopping me.

“We do if we hurry,” I growled in her ear.

“Then hurry, dammit!”

Pressure on the clitoris increased, fingers slipped in and out, Arlene shivered and moaned as I got her close. I shifted my position enough to reach front and back and began teasing her little rosebud with the other hand.

“You are a bastard!” she snarled as shivers morphed into shudders.

“Yeah, but I’m your bastard and you love me,” I cooed as a soapy digit slid into her ass, quickly followed by a second.

I worked the goddess over with fingers fore and aft, taking care not to be too rough while increasing the number in each hole. Arlene cried out and trembled hard as she went over the top, coating the hand in front with her juices.

It took a minute for her to recover, clinging to me to make sure she stayed upright. My dick was starting to revive and I was thinking of taking things to the next level. Then there was a knock on the door and Marie stuck her head in.

“So, breakfast for three,” the little waif sniffed upon seeing two bodies in the shower before withdrawing and closing the door.

“Now we really do need to hurry,” Arlene said before sticking her tongue down my throat. “But I really needed that. Thanks, Sugar.”

“Glad to be of service, ma’am,” I smirked.

Arlene rinsed off while I soaped and scrubbed my body. She reminded me to wash my hands with antibacterial soap as she stepped out and grabbed a towel. I don’t know whose comb she used, but she got her hair presentable enough to get her back to her vanity before going to check on Marie.

I finished up, toweled off, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair. I could always grab one of the caps I had here for my appointment with Mr. Patterson. I stepped out and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers out of the dresser.

A look at the weather app on my phone showed it was in the mid-50s now, but the high this afternoon would be in the 80s. Since I had a feeling the property I was going to look at might be in a rural setting, long pants would be advisable. Fortunately, Marie had included a few pairs of Wranglers in the purchases she and the girls had made during fall break. May as well get some use out of them.

A polo and one of my windbreakers should do as long as we returned before it got too warm outside. The new pair of running shoes I had here ought to work, but I needed to get a pair of boots to wear with jeans out in the country.

Marie was busy fixing breakfast and Arlene was seated at the table sipping coffee, wearing one of my white T-shirts and a pair of my boxers. The clothes she’d worn last night were nowhere to be seen. I even looked in the hamper.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I said as I took the other seat, “but it’d help if some of my clothes were available for me to wear when I need them.”

“Is there a problem?” the redhead asked sweetly, thrusting her chest out to give me a good look at her pokies.

I explained about my clothing situation at home and that I’d either need to take some things from the apartment or go buy more.

“Marie, I know what we’re going to do today,” the redhead smirked. “How much do you need, Sugar?”

“At least enough to get through a week,” I said. “But you don’t have to go spending money on me.”

“I don’t have to do anything, Sugar,” she said, still smirking. “Besides, we’re going to get started on dress clothes and formal wear tomorrow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, getting another one of those feelings.

“One of my suppliers has agreed to meet us at the studio,” she said. “The agency has enough of their stuff, including tuxes, on hand for you to try and they have your up-to-date measurements. We can decide what styles, colors and fabrics. It won’t be a bespoke suit, but good enough to get you through a year or two as long as you don’t get any bigger.”

“What’s a bespoke suit?” I asked, wondering where she was going with this.

“Custom tailored,” Arlene said. “Like you’d get in Savile Row. If you were going to Europe with me, that’d be one of the first places we’d hit. Get you kitted out like a proper gentleman.”

“And why do I need to get kitted out like a proper gentleman?” I asked, the sense of unease growing.

“Sugar, you’re going to have to start dressing the part,” she smirked even harder. “Khakis and polos are fine for high school and college, but multimillionaires have to live up to a certain standard. You can’t expect me to take you to an opening in Paris or Milan dressed inappropriately.”

“I don’t even have a passport,” I muttered.

“Marie, another item to put on our to-do list,” Arlene said.

“Yes, ma’am,” my submissive bitch said as she brought a pint glass of pineapple juice and her own cup of coffee to the table.

Marie scurried back to the kitchen and returned with two plates of eggs and sausage. The one placed in front of Arlene had an appropriate amount of food for our hostess. The one put in front of me had enough for one of the offensive linemen.

“I can’t eat all this,” I said as Marie returned to the kitchen for utensils.

“I know,” she chirped, plopping down in my lap and holding up two forks. “I thought this would be better than making you stand at the counter. Cozier, too.”

The way the little waif wiggled her ass atop my crotch as she got comfortable made that point perfectly clear.

I should have known it was a setup. They had me right where they wanted me. I had no way to escape.

“Now, about Linda Franks,” Arlene said just as I took my first bite. “I heard about Tuesday night and caught most of your conversation with her last night. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Huh?” I mumbled around a mouthful.

“I don’t want that bitch thinking she can get her hooks into my man,” Arlene said. “If she still wants revenge for what I did almost 18 years ago, she can come up with another way to try.”

“OK, there’s something I’m not getting,” I said after swallowing. “It sounds like there’s a story here.”

And, boy, was there.

Linda Donaldson had been two years ahead of Arlene and Jan, which would make Ralphie’s hotwife about 35, 36 at most. She’d been the queen bee of her class — head cheerleader, Homecoming queen, prom queen, dated the quarterback, the whole shootin’ match. Then that little slut Arlene McKenzie stole her boyfriend. Some skinny, flat-chested sophomore wasn’t just willing to go all the way, she let the dude have her “back there” and made sure Linda knew.

The fact that Miss Donaldson was the local poster girl for chastity and purity just added to the awfulness of the crime. She felt like a laughingstock and would have skipped prom if her social-climbing mother hadn’t made her attend to get one more tiara for the collection.

Linda went off to college a few months later and promptly went off the rails. She was the girl guaranteed to lose her panties at a frat party, if she even bothered to wear them in the first place. While Arlene was still honing her skills in high school, Linda was perfecting hers all over Greek Row.

She was pregnant by the start of her second semester and had no clue who the father could be. Looking for a scapegoat, she latched onto the grad-student TA she’d had as a lab instructor in the fall — a doctoral candidate named Ralph Franks.

“She figured someone who had ‘Doctor’ in front of his name would be able to take care of her,” Arlene said. “She trapped him, made him think he was responsible, and they got married before spring break. Then she lost the baby. She couldn’t afford to get out of the marriage after just a couple of months and stayed with him. And got pregnant again just a few months later.”

Damn. That was almost as fucked up as the Billy Ray Harkrider backstory.

“No wonder she said she didn’t want him taking this job,” I said. “And that she didn’t want Melanie falling into the same trap she had.”

“Yeah, she always blamed me for being trapped in a loveless marriage with a hamster dick,” Arlene said. “I’ve heard her say she’d forget what an orgasm was if it weren’t for her toys. She was supposed to marry that quarterback — who is quite nicely equipped, by the way — and live happily ever after. The fact he’s become quite successful in business just made it that much worse. College professors don’t make as much as she thought.”

Huh. Welp, life ain’t always fair, I guess. The high school queen was stuck with a dud and Arlene had blossomed into what she was today.

“I’ve heard they’ll be going back to where her husband was teaching,” Arlene said. “It sounds like he basically took a sabbatical for this year, so he won’t have any problem getting his old job back. And poor Melanie will go back to the nunnery.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“The all-girls Catholic school near the college, which is also a Catholic school,” Arlene said. “Pretty much all the faculty and admin send their daughters there. Keeps the innocent young things from meeting the scoundrels from frat row.”

“Franks is Catholic?” I asked in surprise. “I thought that was a Jewish name.”

“Does it really matter?” Arlene retorted. “The point is, if you fuck Linda, I’ll cut your dick off and beat you over the head with it while you bleed out!”

“I don’t think we have to worry about that,” I snorted. “Ain’t no way I’m gonna touch somethin’ that’s had Ralph Franks’ hamster dick in there. And Melanie’s safe, too. Ain’t no way I’m gonna touch somethin’ that came outta Ralph Franks’ hamster dick.”

“Good boy,” the redhead smirked. “Now finish your breakfast. George is probably already on his way over to get you.”

Before I could eat up, my phone rang. Marie hopped off my lap to go get it and was back just about the time it would go to voice mail. I think that was why she answered it for me.

“Please hold for Gary Robinson,” she said professionally before handing me the phone.

“This is Gary,” I said after taking a moment to swallow what I had in my mouth.

“Good morning, young man,” George Patterson said way too cheerfully for this early on a Saturday. “Ready to go look at some real estate?”

“Almost, sir,” I said. “I’m finishing up breakfast and have to put some shoes on.”

“Sounds like we have just enough time for another cup of coffee, then,” he said. “Be ready to go when we get there. Am I correct in thinking that was Miss Benson who answered your phone for you?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered. “She cooked breakfast.”

“Let me have a word with her, if I may,” the rich and powerful man commanded.

“Yes, sir. See you in a bit,” I said before handing the phone back to Marie and resuming my breakfast.

I don’t know what Mr. Patterson said to my pet, but it didn’t seem to be anything that caused her distress.

“Yes, sir,” she said after listening for a moment. “If that’s what you think’s best. It sounds fine to me. Thank, you sir. You enjoy your day.”

Just as she was about to disconnect, Mr. Patterson had one last thing to say. This time, the little waif blushed furiously.

“That won’t be a problem, sir,” she said. “See you when you get here.”

“And what was that all about?” I asked as Marie handed me my phone.

“Mr. Patterson just wanted to make sure I still intend to roll over my share of the investment pool next week,” Marie stammered as she reclaimed her spot in my lap and took a bite. “He said the projections for the next opportunity are looking even better than he originally thought. Apparently, there’s some legislation about to be introduced that will give it a boost.”