Chapter 1

Winner!

It happened ... All the numbers came up right. I sat and just stared at the screen for minutes. Then I looked down at the slip again.

Still there ... all six numbers ... worth face value of 176 million.

If I said my heart raced I'd be lying, I think. I was numb.

And my mind DID race.

The cash value would be about 80 million. After taxes, maybe 50.

I got up, walked over to the bookcase and picked out the L volume ... and stuck the slip inside then went back to my computer and did some researching.

"Blind Trust"

I had determined long ago that I wouldn't publicize any winnings if I ever got lucky.

I don't like having to make tough decisions and letting people know you have sudden wealth just invites those.

Within a week, I had a lawyer and a tax accountant and the Lawyer took the slip had it verified and I was rich.

So was my wife. She took her half of the winnings, I'd actually set up a subfund for her, and she filed for divorce. Fair enough, I'd been a lousy provider since the downsize and she'd been working 50 hours a week to support us.

We remained friends and partners as we'd always been but she no longer had me around her neck. And she wanted to travel and spend money on woman things, including a big house with a big yard to landscape. Which I didn't have to mow.

And I bought a house of my own, on the other side of town, in an older, upper middle class area, big, roomy, a large enough garage, heated, for three cars and a full basement.

I bought it from an elderly widow who was moving to Florida and into a retirement condo and that was good ... I convinced her to sell me the furnishings she wasn't moving — meaning almost everything- for another fifteen thousand. She could have easily gotten three times that much at auction, they were a little dated but very high quality, but this way she didn't have the hassle, so we both made out.

I now had a plan to try something I'd always wanted to check out.

The house furnished, I started looking for a car to fit my plan and I also put an ad in the regional Auto fancier newsletter

"Secure storage for rent, heated dry garage complete with alarm system in very good neighborhood"

I stared getting calls almost immediately.

In the first 3 days I had four well fixed guys come over to see the garage. I hadn't named my price and I chatted them up to find out what they wanted to store ... if it was something like a Mustang or older Corvette, then I just asked much more than it was worth. The last man actually DROVE the car he wanted to store and it was love at first sight ... an immaculate Lamborghini Contach. He couldnt believe the sum I named. I explained that I just wanted to pay for the heat and alarm system for the house during the winter, while I was in the Bahamas, and his rent would do for half of it.

He hesitated when I said I would need a key ... I told him he could put it in a tag-sealed box if he wanted, to ensure it wasn't used but I needed to be able to move the car out if there was an emergency. That satisfied him.

Meantime I'd located the car I wanted, a 5 year old Bentley Saloon. Essentially what an average person would call a rich man's car.

I also had myself fitted out for some top of the line casual clothes, bought a nice looking Rolex at a Pawn shop and picked up some accessories, like a calf-skin wallet and a nice leather covered briefcase.

I also noticed as I was shopping for these things that I was getting some rapt attention and admiring looks from some equally admirable women ... all the better for my plan.

I had also advertised in the campus paper "Jobs' section.

"Part time help wanted. Graphic arts, photo experience, good personality and attractive. m/f'

Well, that brought in a lot of applicants I didn't want but I had time. The women, I interviewed but they didn't know they had no chance. Several even flirted to sway me, one practically offered to screw me, but I was only looking for good looking well built guys to complete my plan.

Got him on the third interview. A senior - former varsity soccer player who'd blown out his knee for the second time 6 months ago, decided he didn't want to take any more chances with it. Very good looking and obviously an athlete, very winning personality great smile good teeth. The women would love him.

I was careful in sounding him out. Did he have a monogamistic relationship? No ... no steady girlfriend. I didn't want to spook him, I told him there were a couple candidates but actually I was sounding him out slowly as I met with him several times. And I found that he liked several women but none seriously. He didn't just screw around either.

I told him he was hired... $15 an hour for 20 hours a week.

Sandi and Mandy

The next Saturday we went "shopping".

I told him to wear his best casuals and we took the Bentley on a little tour through campus, Brad drove. The attention we got was astounding. But I wasn't looking for just any prize.

"Pull over there" I said pointing to two very attractive women walking our direction.

"Excuse me ... can you direct us to Benson Hall?"

I now noticed the women were very similar in features though obviously different in age. The younger giggled...

"Seen enough, mister?"

I couldn't help but smile...

"Sorry miss, I get distracted when I'm around beautiful women."

It turned out they were going to the very dorm I had asked about. I asked if they wanted a ride, three guesses whether they accepted a 2 block ride in a Bentley.

Since the reference to Benson Hall was simply a gambit, I surreptitiously pushed a speed dial button on the car phone, which rang my pocket cell.

"Oh ... I understand ... sure ... no problem."

To Brad "Jerry just called and said he got subbed into playing LaCrosse at the last minute."

Of course there was no LaCrosse ... just as there was no "Jerry".

"Well, we can drop you off, ladies ... I'm just sorry it's such a short ride."

From the looks on their faces I could see that they were, too.

"Or ... I could treat you to a late lunch at Cirardi's."

In fifteen minutes, we were seated at the best table in the most popular expensive restaurant in town.

Turned out the women were mother and daughter as I had surmised, Sandi being divorced and about late thirties ... Mandy 20 was a Sophomore, taking engineering courses, bright kid.

When they excused themselves to use the facilities, Brad turned to me.

"What's up?"

"In three hours -MAX- my friend, we'll be fucking them"

"You're awful sure of yourself!"

"Slam dunk! Notice the navel jewelry and tattoos? Even Sandi has them and that says something about them, don't'cha think?"

While both women's tattoos were small, tasteful and done professionally, they exhibited them and I had enough experience to know this meant the person was, euphemistically, 'free-spirited'.

He nodded.

Change of Plan

Well it took longer than three hours, in fact six days, to get them naked and creaming because the conversation over lunch led me to regard the two as more suited to my long term plan than a pleasant diversion for a day.

Turns out that Sandi had been married to an investment banking exec who had been caught fiddling his clients books and was now serving a short 3 to 5 in one of our better federal pens.

While she didn't complain, there was no doubt that the two were short on money. In fact Mandy was only in college because she got a full ride on an academic scholarship. Like I said, bright and ambitious!

So instead of putting the make on them and heading off to the local Hyatt Regency, I invited them to see my new house and, while they both paused to think, they accepted, as I was sure they would.

As we pulled into the driveway, I 'accidently' hit the wrong garage door button, letting the Lamborghini — dust cover off- be displayed. I saw the two exchange looks.

I laughed.

"No ladies. Not mine, just storing it for an acquaintance"

I have never liked lying. But a little 'spin' while essentially telling the truth...

As the girls walked through the house ooohing and ahh-ing over the size of the rooms and furnishings, we both remained silent and non-committal. Out back, though, Sandi exclaimed

"Oh, a pool too!" she dipped a hand in the water. "And HEATED!"

"I wish I could offer you both a swim, but Brad and I are meeting someone for supper. You're more than welcome some other time, if you'd like."

I thought I saw a little flash of disappointment on both their faces, all the better to play it cool so after some more exploration and small talk, we took the women back to Benson Hall then I drove Brad to his apartment.

"I thought..."

"I changed my mind. Look at these two as a long term investment, or more."

When I got back to my house I got busy and started setting up the rec room in the basement to use as a small photo studio, then got on Ebay and started bidding on mid-line photo equipment.

Later, I called Sandi and asked if she and Mandy would do me the honor of being my first dinner guests.

"I'd be delighted. Will Brad be there?" Evidently she or Mandy ... or both ... liked Brad.

"Of course."

Came the day, I prepared the braised lamb and had Cirardi's cater the rest to suit.

The women were animated and the dinner talk ran the gamut from careers to politics and the college football team.

After dinner, I poured brandy and asked the girls if they had brought their suits. It was a warm evening and "I thought a swim would be fun".

"Oh No!" Sandi replied... "We didn't think..."

"That's okay, I might have something for you"

I went to the spare room and brought out several pairs of bikini's, size tags on them.

After looking at several, Mandy found her size and looked me quizzically.

"That's handy. Do you keep a stockpile?"

I laughed.

"No, I have a friend who imports swimwear for wholesale and he told me to hand them out to friends and find what they liked and didn't like about them."

The girls went to the guestroom to change while Brad and I did the same and took some wine out to the pool.

Mandy and Brad lost no time frolicking ... and it was an obviously a prelude to more intimate physical play...

Sandi stayed close to me but not being overly aggressive.

"She really likes Brad. What exactly does he do for you?'

"He's a sort of all round majordomo for me, but I hired him to help run my promotions company ... he knows graphic arts and is a photographer"

"Oh ... what are you 'promoting'?"

I poured her some wine

"Well, that swimwear you are wearing, for one."

"Really!"

"Yep, I'm putting together a portfolio of the line so he can sell it to a clothing chain"

"I'm starting to hire models next week."

"I'm surprised you work at all. I mean with all this..."

"Oh this is from a trust fund ... I couldn't afford to live like this, otherwise. I need to work for spending money, like anyone else ... otherwise I'd be house-bound, or city-bound, anyway"

A small fib, but technically true since I'd set limits on how much I could draw per year.

She smiled. "I know how you feel, I get some living expenses from the divorce but Jack's trial took almost all his savings and I have to work as a secretary. Mandy couldn't even go to school on a full scholarship without Jack's parents kicking in."

I nodded and waited.

"If I were twenty years younger, I'd be badgering you to model..."

I feigned surprise

"I didn't realize it was that tough for you ... but why does your age make a difference?"

I looked at her up and down with an appreciative expression.

"You would be a great model for this line!"

"Oh, no ... I am too..."

"You're just perfect to show how the suits flatter a grown woman!"

"Oh look at my belly ... like I'm pregnant..."

"Six weeks pregnant, if that ... it's very pretty!"

She smiled at me so I kept on...

"That little bulge is as sexy as the more obvious features you possess!"

She leaned herself against me and kissed me on the cheek, but lingered ... her breasts full against my chest.

"And I hope I'm not too forward but I couldn't help noticing you don't sag anywhere either. Your bust and butt are beautiful!"

She giggled "You certainly have a way with words." I couldn't help but think there would have been a different inflection to that if I didn't have money.

I smiled and sipped from the wine. We hadn't been paying attention to Brad and Mandy ... but I looked over when I realized I wasn't hearing laughter and giggles anymore, and the reason for that was their mouths were otherwise busy in a lip lock ... And something else - these suits were made of a material that floated and the bottom to Mandy's bikini was floating three feet away from them.

"Woo ... I whispered, "I hope Brad isn't taking advantage"

"I think it's Mandy that's taking 'advantage'", Sandi giggled. " She hasn't had a boyfriend since she started this term"

I looked at her with a question on my face and Sandi immediately got it.

"Oh ... she doesn't hide anything from me ... in fact we've double dated before"

Just as I had thought from the beginning and I'm seldom wrong about those judgments.

"Brad's a lucky guy, then!"

Sandi took a deep drink of wine and giggled self-consciously.

"Oh, you can be lucky too ... all you have to do is roll the dice"

She pretended or maybe it wasn't pretense, to be shocked at herself.

"Oh listen to me ... I've drunk too much. You must think we're sluts."

Well, I did ... but no more slutty than any other healthy woman. And I certainly couldn't justify throwing stones, as this whole thing had been set up on deceit.

"Not at all! I think you're a beautiful desirable woman and you flatter me by being so bold! I like that."

No more sparring needed, she leaned into me hard ... full body contact and went for my lips. My cock stiffened on cue and pressed into her belly.

Feeling that she'd achieved the desired result, she reached around and pulled the string to her top. I cupped one naked breast, bent and took the other's nipple in my lips.

Which caused her to grind her crotch on my thigh rhythmically. I wondered if she could get off on just that so I pinched her nipple while biting the other gently then sucking on it hard. She moaned then pantingly yelped as she seemed to catch her breath.

Yep, guess she could. But she didn't spend much time savoring the orgasm ... she reached into my trunks and gently grabbed my cock ... her hand exerting just the right amount of pressure to get it to full hardness.

I pushed my trunks down and she smiled at me then she ducked underwater ... I felt her lips close around the head of my cock, her tongue finding the groove for a few licks then, the most amazing sensation ... she was exhaling through her mouth while probing my cum-slit and the air bubbles alternating with the water was something I'd never experienced.

She came up gasping. "I've always wanted to try that!" She said, giggling.

' ... ALWAYS wanted to... '? Hmmm, good effect for the first try.

I pulled her over to the side and lifted her up to sit on the thick beach towel. She knew what I wanted and skinned out of her bottom then leaned back ... well, sure what SHE wanted too.