"You're very welcome. I was happy to have you with me."
Brandie giggled, "I bet you were happy- I know you made all your golf buddies jealous." She kissed the handsome older man on the cheek, "Thanks again, Ben. I needed that little getaway."
"My pleasure, doll." he replied, giving her breasts a squeeze.
She resisted the urge to slap his hands away, and picked up her bags to take them inside. "I'll see you later."
"Of course." Ben turned and walked off the porch, his grey hair glinting in the late afternoon sun as he slid into the driver's seat of his Bentley. He waved to her as he drove down the street and honked just as he disappeared from her view.
Brandie sighed, lugging her bags into the house and locking the door behind her. Just as she'd picked up the bags again to take them to her room, the phone rang. She dropped the bags and lunged for the phone. "Hello? Hey, K... yeah, I just walked in the door... sure, come on over.. yeah, it's cool... bye."
While she was at the phone, she checked her messages. There were three; one from Daniel asking her if his girlfriend's sister could have her bachelorette party at the club and two from Nick that said he was calling to talk, see what was up, and give him a call when she got a chance. Brandie erased the messages and made herself a note to call Daniel back.
Just as she was turning to go get her bags again, the phone rang again. She figured it was Nick- Daniel wouldn't be calling now and Kirsten was on her way over... there really wasn't anyone else that would be calling her. When the machine picked up and she heard Nick's voice, she went to get her bags and took them to her room. She had no reason to talk to him- she had nothing to say after having told him nearly everything about herself the night he'd come to the bar. She didn't know why she'd told him so much- he'd just asked questions and she'd answered them, maybe a little flattered someone had enough interest to really want to know about her and who she was beyond the reputation she'd made for herself.
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Nick lay back in the chaise lounge on the deck, watching the sun slowly sink into the ocean. As beautiful as the sunset right in front of him was, he barely noticed it. He was wondering where Brandie was, and why she hadn't returned his calls.
He wanted to talk to her again- he hadn't been able to get his mind off all the things she'd told him, and he wanted to know more. He'd become completely intrigued with her- the lifestyle she lived seemed bizarre, even compared to his own less-than-normal existance.
He felt like he understood her; after everything she'd said, she somehow made sense to him. He'd been somewhat surprised by all the "revelations" she'd shared with him, she seemed to know herself better than anyone he'd ever known. She knew exactly what she could get away with, and how to get anything she wanted. She wasn't afraid to use her sexuality, especially when she knew it would work. It seemed everything she had was a gift- a reciprocation of some sort for her companionship. The Escalade, her house, even the club- the money she'd needed to get it started, had all come from "friends".
Nick had been curious and asked about her "friends" and why'd they'd just lavish gifts on her... just for sex made her seem like... She'd cut him off by saying, "Yeah, it makes me look like a whore. It's not usually sex though- sometimes it is, but mostly it's just older guys that want to feel young again by having a wild girl half their age. I go to parties with them, maybe take a business trip or whatever... and they just... repay me. Jewelry, clothes, cash, just something so they think I'll be more likely to do it again. Look at this, though, I'm 23 years old... and I own the most successful club in western Florida. The money I make off of it, I keep... I'm set for life... it all works out."
Nick was incredulous, it sounded like something out of a tv movie, not someone's real life. Since he'd had her talking, he figured he'd keep asking questions and see if he could get answers. He asked next about the other guys, the ones she 'played' with.
She'd told him that she had a few 'regular' booty call boys that she knew she could call if she wanted to fuck and didn't have anyone with her, but she usually tried to just pick up someone at the club who tempted her, someone new- to keep things exciting, keep it casual. She hadn't seen any of the regular ones lately, she'd been keeping her schedule pretty open for... him. She'd almost seemed like she hadn't wanted to admit it, that she'd actually found something she liked enough to stick with it for awhile.
But now he was confused. It'd been almost two weeks, and they hadn't spoken. He thought that they'd had a good time, good conversation, and he felt more secure in the "relationship" they had- like he could consider her a friend, but then.. she'd essentially disappeared. He'd called a few times, but he hadn't started leaving messages until the past weekend. He knew he'd keep trying though, because he wouldn't just let her go without knowing what had happened.
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"So what'd you get this time?" Kirsten asked, as she watched Brandie pulling various boxes and items she didn't recognize out of her bags.
"Ummm... a few diamonds... some dresses that I had to wear to boring as hell cocktail parties... got unlimited use of his credit card... keys to the villa in Cozumel... and a few random native-type-things." Brandie replied, handing Kirsten the things as she listed them off, including the keys and the receipts from her various purchases on Ben's credit card.
Kirsten peered at the clothes, jewelry and Mexican souvenirs, assessing them. "Wow, looks like you did pretty well."
"For all the rounds of golf that I had to stand around and watch and clap for, the parties I had to go to and pretend to be interested in the hosts, and the damn dinners... I earned all that and then some." Brandie said, pushing the boxes off of her bed and flopping down. "God it feels good to be back in my own bed."
"Did you have fun at all? It doesn't really sound like you did."
"It was alright. I was glad to get away for awhile. I had a good time on the beach, and basically, whenever Ben wasn't around. I think he's discovered Viagra or something, 'cause he was frisky... I didn't fucking sleep the whole time we were there because he kept groping me all night. It was nice to just be somewhere besides here." Brandie said, rearranging her pillows on the bed to snuggle back into them.
"So does that mean you're going to quit doing this?" Kirsten asked.
"Why?" Brandie looked at her curiously.
"Well, you don't enjoy it like you used to.. but I don't think you ever liked it that much to begin with.. and... well, because of Nick." Kirsten said hesitantly, almost afraid of Brandie's reaction.
"What about Nick?" Brandie asked.
"I think he's the reason you left... like to get away from him.. because I think you like him... and you don't know what to do about it." Kirsten replied.
Brandie's eyes narrowed, "I went because I wanted a vacation."
"Alright.. fine." Kirsten said, shaking her head, knowing Brandie wouldn't admit it even if she was right.
Brandie pulled a pillow over her head. Kirsten wasn't right... and she was going to keep telling herself that until she believed it.
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Nick let another few days pass before calling Brandie again. He waited 'til Sunday night- knowing she'd be home because the Club wasn't open. He dialed, hoping he'd catch her willing to talk again.
Brandie picked up the cordless phone up off the endtable once she found it without turning away from the television. "'lo?"
"Hey Brandie..."
'Shit.' Brandie immediately thought she shouldn't have picked up the phone, but part of her was glad she had.. she did miss him, whether she wanted to admit it or not. "Hi, Nick.. what's going on?"
"I was going to ask you that... I haven't heard from you.. I was wondering what you were up to."
"Sorry.. I've been busy.. I went to Cozumel with Ben for a few days.. things like that." she said, intentionally name dropping, making sure he knew he wasn't the only guy in her life.
"Oh... did you enjoy the trip?" Nick asked, attempting to hide his disappointment that she'd been out of the country with another man.
"It was unbelievable- it's so beautiful there... lots of parties and people to see... I had a great time." She wondered if her enthusiaism sounded as fake to him as it did to her.
"Cool." Nick wasn't sure what to say next. He'd intended on calling just in hopes of getting together, to talk mainly, but he'd realized that wasn't going to happen again. But he wanted to see her, and was tired of waiting for the next move, "What are you doing tonight?"
"I don't know... why?" Brandie couldn't tell if she hoped he was going to want to hang out again or not.
"You get to be my booty call tonight... Come over."
Brandie got chills at the way he said it, like it was a command rather than a request. And she wasn't going to say no to that. "Give me a few minutes to change... and I'll be over."
Nick hung up and sighed, not exactly what he'd had in mind, but even so, sex with her was never a bad thing.
~~~~~
Nick had barely caught his breath from the climax that left his entire body feeling weak when Brandie moved off of him, her lips brushing lightly over his forehead as she went to get out of bed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back over him, looking her in the eyes, "You know... you don't have to leave...."
Brandie started to protest, what else was she going to do? Stay there with him?
He answered her silent questions by wrapping his arms around her and gently pulling her back down, holding her against his chest. He could feel her very timidly snuggling up to him, almost like she wanted to be close, but was afraid to.
The feeling of security was almost overwhelming to Brandie- being held in his arms, knowing that he wanted her there- was something she wasn't used to. She was trying desperately, to tell herself to leave, this would only fuck things up and she didn't want to complicate the situation- she just wanted him for sex.
After a while, he felt her relax, he could tell she'd given up on trying to fight whatever it was that was going on in her head. He realized this was probably the longest time anyone had ever gotten her to hold still, just be together and he was proud of himself he'd managed to do it. He listened as her breathing changed to the deep peaceful breaths of sleep, and kept trying to figure out what he could about her, about them. He was pretty sure that she felt something- some sort of affection for him other than just being a toy- but he didn't know how he'd ever get her to let him know.
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Brandie woke the next morning, disoriented. Where the hell was she? She rolled over and gasped when she realized Nick was sleeping beside her. Fuck! She hadn't let herself do this! Never ever spend the night! She jumped out of bed and quickly began hunting for her clothes.
The sudden moment and noise in the room woke Nick up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, "What are you doing?"
"Why the fuck did you let me stay?" Brandie asked, almost yelling, as she yanked her shirt and shorts on.
"So I could wake up with you...though this wasn't exactly what I had in mind." Nick said, wondering what he'd missed.
"It's JUST SEX! There is no falling asleep and waking up together!" she said, turning and quickly leaving the room.
Seconds later Nick heard the door slam and tires screeching outside as she sped down the street.