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On His Terms
(Nicola Nichols)

Steven did talk to her about the job offer that night. He was nervous, excited, concerned about what she would think. Clearly, he knew that if he took it, she would have to quit. "It's asking a lot."



"Not really," she said. "I can find another opportunity that will suit me better, I'm sure. It might take a while, but I'll find it." 



"Daddy will be furious."



"I think he wants what is best for you," she said. "We can bring him around, if we work together. Then she gently seduced him, making him feel strong and in control.



It was satisfying to be able to do that, but not sexually. Playing the obedient sexual partner didn't suit her.



With her coaching and reassurances, by Saturday Steven was able to approach the visit to his father with optimism. "Talking business with my father always puts me on edge," he said apologetically.



"He's an important and successful man."



Debbie was nervous too, but her concern was the challenge of balancing pleasing her stepfather as a man and dealing with the ruthless boss he would be. He was neither a kind nor stupid man. This had to be played right. She would have to see how to do that. One thing, however, was clear: I'm going to fuck my husband's father. 



That went against everything she'd been taught, but then most her success in life came from going against conventional wisdom. And this time prize was bigger than she'd dared hope for.



Barbara, Steven's ever-tranquil mother met them at the door, her permanently bland smile firmly in place. Steven got his demeanor from her, Debbie decided. Thank god he got his father's horse cock.



A slender Mexican girl that worked for the family served them lunch out by the pool. "Did you ever fuck her?" she'd asked Steve once. The question made him blush. He had come to accept such blunt questions from her, but they still made him uncomfortable. "No," he said.



She'd thought he might be embarrassed by her asking, but now that she knew him better, Debbie thought he had probably been telling the truth. From what she saw, that was his loss. She was lovely and brown and had a nice figure and no doubt would be willing to let the heir to the family business bed her. Steve was a handsome guy. 



She had no doubt that Caleb screwed the woman. "It must be nice to have help," she said to Barbara.



"Caleb insists we have help. Most of the time I'd be happy to do the work myself. But Augusta is a godsend when we entertain, I'll admit. And since Daddy thinks it is important that we have full time help, it's fine." Barbara always called her husband Daddy. 



"People of our station have to put on the right show," Caleb said as Augusta held the platter for him to take a steak. Debbie wondered if she was the only one who noticed Daddy caressing the bare brown flesh of the girl's leg. When the girl moved around the table, he gave Debbie a knowing wink. "Have some more wine, Debbie. I want to celebrate you two being with us."



"Yes, Daddy," she said.