Chapter One

 

I woke up confused and frazzled, with a hangover. I groaned and rolled over, which reminded me that I ached in a number of places. It did take the pressure off my face, though, so I could breathe better. It also made my breasts throb less, since I wasn't laying on them.

I never sleep on my stomach. So I figured I must have been really drunk last night when I fell into bed. This morning, make that. It had been kind of late. I went out to a club, and I'd done some crazy dancing.

I sat up and stretched. I was naked. I wasn't sure why I was naked. I didn't usually sleep naked either. Then I noticed that I wasn't in my bedroom - or any room I recognized. I stared around me in confusion, trying to sift through the foggy memories of what the hell I'd been up to last night.

I remembered a guy, then. He was tall and broad shouldered, and good looking. He'd had a nice car. A sports car? It was black and I remembered us racing through the streets. I had been really cocky, feeling my sexual power, as they say.

He was... eager to please, eager to show off. Looking for approval? Trying to impress me. He wanted to fuck me, obviously, but then they all do. I had been acting the cock-tease, showing off, letting him get glimpses, letting him touch me but only a bit, enjoying stretching out his torment and uncertainty.

I mean, I had known I was going to fuck him almost from the start. That didn't mean he wasn't going to work for it! Hey, you don't value what you get easily, right? I might have overplayed it a little, now that my memories were returning. He had gotten a bit sulky and resentful and I'd had to make it up to him and reassure him.

God, men were such.. babies, sometimes. Still, it was handy being able to make them do pretty much whatever I wanted. Like, I sure hadn't paid for any of my own drinks! That isn't something you need to do when you look like me.

Does that sound arrogant? Like I'm a bitch? It's just the truth. I didn't invent the rules. I don't control what society thinks. Hate the game, not the player.

So I remembered coming back to some big house and... I thought we were swimming or something? Like in a pool. And where the fuck were my clothes at? Not that I'd been wearing much, not going out clubbing. But I didn't even see my thong around anywhere.

This was a large bedroom, like really large, and comfortable. So the guy had money, in addition to a sports car. That's always nice. It means they can buy me stuff.

I looked around for something to cover myself with. I'm not exactly shy but I don't usually prance around in my birthday suit. My breasts don't like it, for one thing. They're not small, and while I put a ton of effort into exercises to keep them as firm as possible I'm 37-24-35, and the girls need support or they move around.

I'm actually quite proud of the fact they don't sag or anything. I know that I'm fighting a losing battle there, but since I'm only nineteen I'm winning so far. My breasts not only don't sag but they are actually a bit perky in that they are a little upturned.

The bedroom had an attached bathroom - a huge bathroom I just gaped at for a few long seconds, feeling a rush of envy. It had a long granite counter a huge glass enclosed shower, and a giant soaker tub with water jets.

And I had bite marks on my neck and breasts. Especially around the nipples. Geeze. Had I dated a vampire?

I heard a noise outside and gasped, snatching a towel off the towel rack and spinning around with it clutched against me as a man appeared!

I gaped at him for long seconds, completely frozen. I mean, he did kind of look like my memory of the guy I'd gone racing around with. He was big, broad shouldered, with a big chest. I mean, he looked strong as a bull - stronger than I remembered, in fact.

The face was similar but... holy fuck he was old! I mean he was like twice my age! Had I really gone home with an old guy like him!? What the fuuuck!?

He wasn't looking too charmed to see me, either. I had woken up with guys before and they were always pretty cocky and pleased. This guy glowered at me, and he had a good glower! He looked like the kind of guy you did not want to piss off.

He also looked like a guy who'd be freaking scary in bed!

"And you are?" he demanded.

I just gaped at him, feeling my face hot.

"Uh... sorry?"

"You're apologizing?"

"Uh... no. I mean, why would I apologize?" I asked carefully.

This was NOT the sort of guy you acted snotty to!

"What's your name?" he asked.

Shit. Had he been drunk too?

"You do have a name? I suppose I could make one up for you if not."

"Of course I have a name!" I said. "My name is Shawn!"

"Well, Shawn, I presume you got in late last night with my nephew?"

Oh thank God! It hadn't been him! Whoa! That was a relief! On the other hand... I was holding a too-small towel and was otherwise completely naked in front of a complete stranger!

"I uh... yeah!" I gulped.

"And I can also then assume it was the two of you who threw the chaise loungers into the pool?"

"Uh...?"

I had a very vague recollection of doing something like that.

"And that it's your underwear and clothes floating in the pool with them?"

"Uhm... yeah, sorry," I gulped. "Uh, is he uh, around?"

"He and his hangover are on the way to the airport. He forgot to mention he'd left me a present in his room. Then again, in the condition he was in he might not have noticed."

"Uh..."

"By the way, are you aware the mirror is behind you?" he asked.

I stared at him in confusion. What the fu - ? Then I realized I was just clutching the towel lengthwise in front of me to hide as much as I could, which meant I was naked from behind.

I flushed.

"Well, don't look!" I snapped.

He snorted. "I'll look anywhere I want, little girl. And it's a nice ass to look at."

I blushed a little more, but on the other hand, some part of me was pleased too. I mean, sure he was an old guy but he was a pretty attractive one, too. Still, I kind of backed away and sort of turned to hide my backside.

Then I kind of tried to wrap the towel around myself without showing him anything. He just stood there with his big arms folded across his chest giving me this ironic sort of look. That made me feel... goofy and silly and immature, which annoyed me.

"If you were polite you'd back out and close the door," I said.

"I guess I'm not polite then," he said unapologetically. "What do I need to do to get your pretty ass out of my house?"

"Uh... well, I need my clothes."

"They're in the swimming pool."

"I uh...I guess I'll get them then."

"Well I'm not doing it."

He did back out then and with no other option I moved forward and past him. I had succeeded in wrapping the towel around myself, but it didn't cover nearly as much as it had when I'd held it lengthwise. I was trying to cover as much of my breasts as I could without showing anything down below, and it was a careful balancing act.

Speaking of balancing acts... I fell on the stairs.

I didn't fall far. I missed a step because I was concentrating so hard on the towel and the stairs were unfamiliar, and I went flying - almost. I had to grab at the railing, and thank God I caught it! They were long, hard stairs! But grabbing it meant I only spun around and then sat on my ass kinda.

And the towel pulled free and left me completely naked.

I yelped and quickly stood up, grabbing it and pulling it around myself again, my face really hot this time. He just stopped where he was a couple of steps above me, watching. He wasn't leering. I had to hand him that, and he didn't laugh. But he wasn't looking away or asking if I was okay either.

And he looked like he had enjoyed what he'd seen!

A part of me felt a sense of satisfaction at that. It was like a sort of... "Yeah, see what I look like!? Maybe you should treat me better, huh!?" sort of thought.

He didn't seem to change his attitude, though, which was kind of an impatient indifference.

I carefully descended the rest of the long, winding staircase and found myself in a big front hall.

"Turn to your right and go straight," he said as he followed me down.

I nodded and strode forward, thinking of what I was going to say to his shitty nephew the next time I saw him! If I ever saw him again!

I walked down a marble hall and through a doorway into a big open area that had a humongous kitchen on the left and then a dining room on the right. It was a big dining room, too. This house was BIG!

I tried to open the glass door but didn't see a lever. Then the door... and the wall... slid aside and opened up the back yard. I blinked and then walked out into a huge back yard with a gorgeous pool. It was all surrounded by a wall of perfectly manicured green hedges fourteen feet high.

And in the pool were several chaise loungers and an umbrella, with my clothes, including my thong, floating around them.

Fuck!

"Uh... do you have like...a net or... a uh.. some kind of... uh... pole or - ?"

"Do I look like the pool man?"

"Well how the fuck am I supposed to get my stuff?" I demanded, frustrated.

A second after that I was flying backwards into the pool.

The towel came off as I landed, of course, and I gasped and sputtered and tried to pull it under the water with me and use it to cover myself with again. I glared up at him.

He was standing there looking faintly amused now. Bastard!

"You bastard!"

"Watch your foul mouth, little girl, or someone will take a paddle to your pretty rear end."

"Yeah?! You'd like that, wouldn't you!?" I yelled.

He still looked slightly amused. "Maybe," he said.

I abandoned the towel, and swam back to grab at my top and then my skirt.

"Get the chairs while you're in there."

"You get the fucking chairs!" I called over my shoulder.

"That's not very polite," he said.

I threw my fist up and pumped a finger in his direction as I snatched my thong and then swam a bit further and pulled my bra off the arm of one of the chairs.

I swam back to the side of the pool.

"Where are my fucking shoes?"

"I think those are them at the bottom of the pool," he said. "The fuck-me shoes?"

I glared and slapped my soaking wet clothes down on the edge of the pool, then swam away, trying to hide my breasts with my arm as much as I could. I dove down to the bottom and grabbed one shoe, then rose, threw it to shore, and then swam a little further, dove down, and got my other shoe.

Okay, they had five inch stiletto heels, but calling them fuck-me shoes was just rude!

And disrespectful! It was like he was as much as saying he thought I was a slut!

Which... I kind of understood on an intellectual level. On an emotional level, though, I was resentful. I was used to guys doing their best to please and impress me, for one thing, not casually insulting me as if I wasn't important!

I mean he'd seen my body! Guys who caught even a glimpse of my body were usually drooling at it and desperate to make me happy!

Now I had to figure out how to get out of his fucking pool without giving him another show!

I reached the edge, glaring up at him, and pulled the towel against myself, then kind of heaved myself up, using one arm to pull while the other was clasping the wet towel against my front. Then I kind of twisted to get my left butt cheek onto the edge and sit there.

I gathered in my things, which were as soaking wet as the towel, of course, and then pondered what to do next.

"Where's your dryer?"

"In my house."

I rolled my eyes up at him in irritation.

"Honey, is there something which makes you think I'm under some sort of obligation to you?"

"You could at least try be nice!"

"Nice is not my usual thing. Just like polite doesn't seem to be yours."

"Bite me."

"Sure. Where? On your breasts? It looks like my nephew already got there."

I blushed hotly and glared at him.

"You really are a bastard!"

"My parents were married well before I was born."

"Oh ha ha. Is that an old people joke?"

"Well, it's been a slice, honey. But now that you've got your clothes, the gate is that way," he said, pointing.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I cried.

He was already walking back towards the house. I scrambled to my feet, still trying to clutch the towel in front of me.

"I can't go home in soaking wet clothes!"

"It's warm. They'll dry."

"Come on!" I exclaimed towards his retreating back. "Please!?"

He stopped and half turned. "Ah, so you do know some manners. You just don't choose to use them unless you want something."

"I... you... well, you haven't exactly been nice either!"

"I don't have any reason to. I'm not happy at finding my moron nephew left his blonde of the day in my house naked."

Blonde of the day? Wtf!?

"Can I use your dryer, please?" I demanded between clenched teeth.

"Dryers use electricity. What do I get out of it?"

I looked at him warily. "What do you... want?" I asked.

He smiled broadly this time. "Not what you think, honey. You couldn't handle me anyway."