Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
But yes, I’m the beneficiary of Gray’s wealth. My stepfather runs a successful construction business, and as a result, we live in a palatial manor built by Gray’s company. Thomas Builders is known as the go-to construction outfit in our area, and they’ve built all sorts of structures around town, including the library, the teen rec center, and even that new shopping mall in the Libertyville neighborhood. Business is so good, in fact, that I haven’t seen much of my stepfather for ages. Years, even. It seems Gray’s always at the office, at a work site, or cloistered in his home office on the first floor. I have no idea what goes through that man’s mind – all I know is that he’s not available.
But it’s okay because it makes it easier to keep my secret life hidden. Of course, I’m not recording sexy videos at home. Hell no, because that would be a recipe for disaster. Instead, I rent a small office suite about fifteen minutes away that houses my real estate business. I keep an office for Vanessa Loudon, licensed real estate broker, but I also have a separate space for my video equipment and private camming sessions. The debauchery that goes on in that small filming area would make a grown man’s eyes pop out.
But now, it’s time for lunch. My stomach growls, and I pat it fondly.
“Hungry again, hm? Well, don’t worry because there’s some leftover turkey from last night. How about if I make a big turkey sandwich, complete with melted brie and cranberry sauce? That sounds good, right?”
My stomach growls again in appreciation and I giggle. I’ve never been a girl to hide my appetite because what’s the point? All humans need sustenance to survive, and I think that food, and eating in general, is one of the great pleasures of being alive. Giggling again, I pull into our driveway and jump out of my SUV before flipping a long lock of brown hair over one shoulder. My mouth’s already watering in anticipation of lunch, and I half-walk, half-trot to the front door, ready to enjoy myself.
But when I push the front door open, I stop in the foyer. Weird. There are voices coming from the living room, and I wonder who it is. Could it be Gray? My stepdad isn’t usually at home this time of day, so I thought the house would be empty.
Slowly, I creep down the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the heavy pile carpeting. Then, I peer into the living room, and my eyes go as round as saucers. My stepdad is indeed home, but he’s not alone. Instead, there’s a woman lying on the couch with her legs up and her skirt pulled up. What in the world is going on? She’s a skinny little thing with her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun, and a demanding air about her.
“Are you ready now?” she asks in an impatient voice.
My stepfather steps forward, a harsh flush on his high cheekbones. Gray’s always been a handsome man with his raven hair and bright blue eyes, but at the moment, he seems subdued.
“Yeah,” he says in a low voice, his eyes averted from the woman in front of him.
“Good,” the blonde woman purrs. Then, she reaches down and pulls off her panties before tossing the lace to one side. The blonde woman props one leg on the back of the couch with the other on the floor, so that she’s baring her pussy to my stepdad, and from what I can tell, he doesn’t like what he sees. His blue eyes skid over her thin frame before skittering away, and the skin around his eyes tenses.
“What are you waiting for?” the blonde whines. “If you want a loan to save Thomas Builders, then you better get down to business. After all, Countryside doesn’t offer loans for nothing.”
“You mean, in addition to the heinous interest rates you charge?” my stepdad rasps in a low voice, still averting his eyes.
“Oh that?” the woman asks in a dismissive tone. “Yeah, we make our money by instituting double digit interest rates. It’s highway robbery, I admit. But you know the rules. If you want a loan to save your business, then you better get down to it right now, big boy! Come on!” she says in an impatient tone, gesturing between her thighs. “I’m not getting any younger!”
Holy shit, am I really hearing this? Is this woman demanding oral sex in return for a loan? My mouth drops open, but the scene continues to play out, and it’s clear that my stepfather doesn’t like what he sees. Gray clears his throat, his eyes skimming over her exposed privates, and he winces a bit.
I don’t blame him because even from my spot in the hallway, I can tell that this is a woman who likes to go to the tanning salon … a lot. Except she doesn’t wear the salon-issued paper panties while in the tanning bed. Instead, this woman goes totally bare, and as a result, her pussy is leathery, orange, and dried out. When she reaches down to pull her labia apart, the insides look like the skin of a shriveled apricot, and not the juicy goodness of a glistening grapefruit.