1 comments/ 23249 views/ 4 favorites Swans Ch. 1 By: *Eve* Note to reader: This story is a sequel to two previous stories of mine. If you ever wondered what happened to the characters in The Temp and Della's Turn, or why they were the way they were, here's the answer. We all classify people as good, bad, nice, mean, stupid, or however we chose to label others. We do it sometimes without even realizing that we're doing it, but things usually aren't so black and white. There are shades of gray that we tend to look past before making our judgment of other people. Everyone has a story: the mean people, the nice people, the really weird people. They all have stories too. Sometimes we wonder why a person is the way they are. This is a story about two friends, their heartaches, and pains as ugly ducklings, and how they finally found love and acceptance in the most unexpected places. This is the story of how they became Swans. Several heads turned as the two women entered the restaurant. They were a stunning pair. One was black, tall, and aloof, the other was blonde, petite, and smiling, but they were equally attractive. Men paused in their actions to get a glimpse at the two beauties. One waiter who had been carrying a tray of food, tripped over his own feet, spilling the contents of his tray when he spied the two of them. Many of the women in the restaurant glared at the newcomers and looked away with jealousy clearly written on their faces. One woman went as far as to make a comment to her dining companion, "Look at those two. They probably think that they're something else. I'm sure I would have all the men in here acting like idiots over me too if I were as full of silicone as those two." She said spitefully with a sneer. Her companion turned to face her realizing that she was talking to him, he too had been staring at the women. "Huh? Did you say something?" he asked, earning himself a dirty look. The objects of everyone's scrutiny were unconcerned or unaware of the stir that they had caused. Yvette and Cassidy took their seats as the host made a big show of pulling out a chair for each of them. The host made sure to let then know that if they had the slightest need, they were to call on him. They thanked him politely but he still seemed reluctant to leave their table. Cassidy giggled but Yvette shot him a cold stare that made the host turn bright red before he scurried off. "Cass, I think we should consider finding another place to do Sunday Brunch," drawled Yvette, scanning the menu although she already knew what she wanted to order. 'Lighten up Yvette. We've been coming to this establishment for Sunday Brunch for the past two years. It's the only time we get to talk sometimes because of our hectic schedules. You're the one that chose this restaurant in the first place because of the "atmosphere," besides, it's your fault the men are acting like little boys." Cassidy pointed out." Yvette raised a perfectly arched brow, "And how is that?" "Because you're such a sex goddess." Cassidy teased. A smile touched Yvette's full lips. Cassidy could always bring a smile to her face She had been doing so since they were in grade school together. After their meals had been ordered, they began their girl talk. "So what's been going of with you lately? We've had to cancel brunch for the last three weeks now, so what's up?" Yvette asked. "Well, the work load lately has been keeping me over. I've actually had to work a couple Sundays. I have a new boss as, I told you the last time we talked. I've been so tired lately. Maybe I should start looking for another job. This new guy is nothing like Peter." Cassidy sighed, twirling a lock of her platinum hair. "You never did tell me how all this came about. I mean, how did Peter Bell get ousted from the company?" "Well, I think I told you a lot of this before but, the company was Mr. Carlton's, and Peter married Mr. Carlton's daughter Della, to give himself a push in the company. He use to laugh about it with me. He even went as far as to tell me that he didn't love her," Cassidy explained. "You mean he made it all the way to the top by marrying the boss's daughter? If you ask me that sounds pretty crummy." Yvette shook her head in disapproval. "Well, I suppose that being a little ambitious never hurt anyone, besides, according to him, she's the one that pursued him in the first place. He simply took that bait that she dangled in front of him. He also said that it was at her insistence that he was promoted, although I'm sure he probably suggested it in the first place. I would say that she got what was coming to her, spoiled society bitch." Cassidy's last few words were muttered under her breath, although Yvette heard every word. "Now, now. There's no need for name calling, and isn't that what you always wanted to be yourself? A rich society dame? And weren't you screwing Peter so that that he would leave his wife for you in the first place?" Yvette pointed out bluntly. "So I was," Cassidy smiled at her own hypocrisy. "OK, how does this all fit in with him getting the boot?" "Well, I think that his wife was on to us. She would call often to make sure that Peter was still in the office. Once, she even came into Peter's office when we were kissing. I think she may have seen us but she pretended like she didn't. She just smiled sweetly at Peter and looked at me like I was dirt or something... just like when..." her voice trailed off. A gleam came into Cassidy's eyes. Yvette was tactfully silent waiting for her friend to gather her composure once more, understanding why her friend had become sad. Cassidy smiled once more when she felt better and continued the story. "Well, I guess his wife finally got fed up with him, so she left him. Peter had a laugh about that as well, and seemed really unconcerned about it all. He said that she would come back to him of course. Well, when his wife didn't come back, he began to panic. I didn't understand why at first. I even went as far as to tell him that now he could marry me. You know what that bastard told me?" she asked indignantly. "What did he say sweetie?" Yvette asked. "He laughed in my face and said that I was just a pillow friend to him. He said that I am not a suitable wife for a man of his status." Cassidy almost broke into tears then at the thought of Peter's cruelty. "Honey, I know that it must have hurt but this will teach you that in your pursuit of a wealthy husband, you have to be careful of the types of men that you go after, married men especially." "Oh, and you haven't screwed your share of married men?" Cassidy asked. Yvette's lips tightened at the reminder. "Touche, but I know better then to get the idea of marriage in my mind. Besides, I don't plan to ever get married. No man is going to control every aspect of my life." "Well, we both know that you have issues, Yvette, and bitterness does not become you." Cassidy countered, and then realized what they were doing. "Look, let's not argue over something as trivial as this." "You're right, I guess, I've just had a lot on my mind lately, so go on and finish the rest of the story." "Well, Peter did give me a pretty raw deal in the end, but I did get wined and dined in the best restaurants, and I did get those diamond earrings and matching pendant. Oh yes, and this lovely platinum watch," she held up her wrist showing off the expensive piece of jewelry. Yvette smiled to herself, sometimes Cassidy was like a little kid with a toy, when she acquired stuff from a new suitor. "That's nice and all sweetie, but get to the point." "Well, of course as I said, Peter began to panic, and that's when he revealed to me that he only owned ten percent of the shares, and his wife owned thirty, Mr. Carlton owned forty percent." Yvette gave her a blank stare. "That means that Mr. Carlton, and Mrs. Carlton-Bell, controls the board of directors. The board voted Peter out of the company on the same day that his wife handed him the divorce papers." "Can they do that? I know that nepotism got him to the top in the first place but can they just get rid of him because his wife left him?" "The truth of the matter was that Peter was not as hard working once he made it to CEO. The company was losing accounts, and money, and Peter wasn't doing anything to turn that around. They were perfectly justified. The board was good enough to keep me on, and said that it would be up to the new CEO to decide whether he wanted to keep me or not." "Is that the last you saw of Peter?" "No. Would you believe that he came to my apartment one night about a couple weeks ago. He was kind of drunk, and he said that all he had left was the money he had left over from selling his shares in the company and his house, but he planned on starting a company of his own and making it to the top again. I asked him if there was no chance of him getting back with his wife, and he said that there wasn't because she was getting married to some crippled guy. I said good for her, and that it was too bad for him that she wouldn't take him back because I certainly didn't want him now, especially when he would not be able to keep me in the style that I've grown accustomed to. You should have seen the look on his face. I thought he was going to hit me or something but he just called me a greedy little bitch and left. I haven't heard from him since. Maybe he's found another woman to latch on to. I don't know," she shrugged. "Good for you." Yvette congratulated. They were silent as the waiter put their meals in front of them, and resumed talking when he left. "So tell me about this new boss of yours." "Well this guy is single but he's married to his job. He's worked with the company since he got out of Grad school fifteen years ago and he's done good things for the company." "But tell me what he's like." "Well, I doubt he's a millionaire, but he does make a six figure salary and I'm sure he had some money saved up somewhere because he drives a Mercedes, but he's such a geek. He kind of looks like Bill Gate, nondescript with big glasses. There's even levels I won't stoop in my pursuit of a rich husband." They both laughed out loud at that comment, earning them another wave of stares. "Good for you. Don't lower your standards for anyone girl." "So now it's your turn to tell me the latest goings on with you? How's the new job?" Cassidy asked taking a nibble of her salad. "Oh, it's great! This is my dream job. I love the art gallery. I've never been in a managerial position like this before and I was surprised that the owner had offered me the job at all. She's a really sweet old lady by the way. She said that she saw my potential, and I also told her that I use to paint when I was younger. She said that maybe if I took up painting again she would like to see some of my stuff sometimes." "That is super Yvette, you deserve it. I think you were wasting your time as a secretary anyway." "I know. All this responsibility is so thrilling. I really did hate working for Mr. Messersmith, and I hated temping even more. My boss, Mrs. Jansen is really sweet and she lets me do my own thing." Yvette sighed. "How are things with your love life?" ' "You know my luck with men, they either want to just fuck me or they're too scared to approach me. What's love anyway? I don't need a man except to provide a little dick between the sheets every now and then. It's not like I plan on getting married ever." Cassidy shook her head at Yvette's cynicism. "You're not still seeing that artist are you? There's something a little sadistic about him," Cassidy said with some concern for her friend. "I see him occasionally." Yvette shrugged. "But he seems like the violent type. Doesn't he get a little rough sometimes?" "You know I like it rough darling." Yvette laughed. Cassidy didn't join in the laughter this time. Cassidy sincerely hoped that her friend would realize that she was playing with fire, and stop, and soon. Yvette went straight home to her apartment to change her clothes after brunch. She took a quick look in the mirror when she finished changing to check her appearance. sometimes when she looked at her face in the mirror it was like a stranger looking back at her. She studied the smooth dark face that most people would consider beautiful and remembered a time when this very same face was not so beautiful. It always made her cringe to think about those days. When she was satisfied with her appearance she headed back out the door. Sundays were normally her days to kick back and spend some time with her friend Cassidy, but she was needed at the gallery in an hour. She worked more hours at the gallery than she had worked at any job before but she loved every minute of it and wouldn't trade it for the world. She had gotten the job by sheer luck. Art was her only love. It had been her favorite subject in class when she went to school and she was always the best artist in school. All the spare money she could get when she was younger, would go towards art supplies so that she could paint, draw, or make things out of clay, although she liked painting the most. Her paintings were quite good and her art teacher in junior high school had said that she could probably make a name for herself if she kept applying herself and studied different techniques. That was what she had planned to do, until her single mother got remarried. Not ever knowing, her father, since he had abandoned her mother and her when she was a baby, having to adjust to a father figure in her life at thirteen was a bit difficult, but she had been ready to accept him. What she didn't expect was how her stepfather completely regulated their lives, with an iron fist. He controlled everything in the house from the finances down to the smallest detail and Yvette witnessed her mother wilt from a strong woman, to a pushover. Her mother let Tyrone talk to her and treat her any kind of way and it distressed Yvette. She and her mom had always been so close, and her mother did nothing to stop Tyrone's abuse on her either. Yvette's art had become a casualty of Tyrone's tirade as well. He told her that her stuff was garbage and that perhaps she should concentrate on something that would be a little more lucrative, because she wouldn't get by on her looks, as he liked to tell her. That was what had hurt the most. Yvette, was always very tall for her age, and to make matters worse, she was at least fifty pounds overweight, and her skin was ridden with acne and Tyrone who was had light toned skin, always liked to point out how dark and unattractive Yvette was. All the mental abuse was no where near as terrible as the other abuse, but she pushed the thought away as soon as it would pop into her head. With her confidence crushed, she gave up her art, but she still appreciated other people's works and she loved to frequent museums. Cassidy who had been her only friend in school, since they were both pretty unpopular for their own reasons, encouraged her to take up her art again, but Yvette wouldn't hear of it. It was only about a month ago when Yvette was visiting an art gallery downtown to look at some works that she was interested in that she met Mrs. Jansen. They had got to talking about art and somehow they had gotten on the subject of her work. Yvette had told her how she was temping and wasn't really enjoying it at all, and Mrs. Jansen, then told her that she was looking for someone to manage the gallery for her, a curator of sorts. At first Yvette declined because she had no experience but Mrs. Jansen pointed out that Yvette was very knowledgeable about art and seemed to have an eye for what was good and what was pretentious junk. The older woman went on to tell Yvette that she was never wrong about her hunches and that she knew that Yvette was the person she had been looking for. Yvette then immediately agreed to take on the job. It wasn't as if she liked to temp, and the law firm that she was temping at was not her cup of tea, and she could really do without that eager puppy that she had to work with everyday. Now here she was doing something that she loved, and life was pretty good. When she got to the gallery, the receptionist greeted her with a smile, which Yvette knew was fake. Sally didn't like her for some reason, and Yvette couldn't care less. Perhaps she was jealous of her, many women were. Yvette wasn't a conceited person, but she knew that she could turn head with little effort ever since she had lost weight and her skin cleared up. Sally was a little on the dumpy side, and looked a bit drab. Yvette being coolness itself gave her a smile equally as phony and went on her way to her office. There were several messages on her voice mail. One was from Cassidy wanting her to call when she got the chance, the other call was from Javier, the artist that she saw on and off. Yvette gritted her teeth at his message. He was all sweetness over the machine. He was being a lot nicer to her since she had gotten this job, hoping for the chance to get some of his work displayed there since this was one of the nicest galleries in the city. It wasn't going to happen and maybe she should let him know that soon. The last message was from Mrs. Jansen saying that her son would be coming by the studio to pick up some papers that she wanted to look over and if she could get them ready by the time he arrives. Yvette frowned slightly, Mrs. Jansen had mentioned that she had one son, who was a bit of a jet setter. What was he doing here? No matter, it was nothing to her. She would return Cassidy's call later, and if it were really important Javier would call her back. As if her thoughts had been read, the phone rang. Yvette answered in a cool professional voice. "Hey baby, I have been calling all morning. I was finally forced to use that annoying answering machine of yours. Where have you been? Why haven't you returned my call?" Javier asked petulantly. Yvette rolled her eyes up in her head in exasperation. 'I only just got in, what is it you, want?" She asked a little impatiently. "Why you of course sexy. When am I going to slip my cock in that tight pussy yours again?" He asked suggestively. "Really, Javier, this is neither the right time or place to talk about this." Despite her words, she felt a little twinge between her legs at the thought of what he said. Damn this weakness in her. She wished that she didn't crave sex so much. She held all men in contempt, and if she didn't like to get fucked so much she would have no use for them. "But, baby, it's been a week, and I know you're missing this, unless you've been getting it from somewhere else, and it would just break my heart to think of you cheating on me," he said. She could hear the pout in his voice. "There's no way I could cheat on you because there's nothing between us. What is it that you want? I really wish you'd get to the point, so that I can get on to my work." She spoke firmly. After a brief pause, he spoke again, "You really know how to cut a guy down Yvette. I wish you would give a fellow a chance every once in a while, but since you asked, I was wondering if you had shown some of my work to old lady Jansen yet," he said smoothly. Yvette gritted her teeth. Javier had no shame whatsoever. He was a user, but he had his uses. "No, I haven't. She's a very busy lady and I would hate to think that that was the reason you were calling because I already told you that she isn't into your type of art." "What would you know? You're no artist. I don't even know how you got this job. If it were a man who had hired you, I could understand because all you would have to do is spread those thighs right? Unless....Mrs. Jansen likes women." His words of abuse rolled right off of her. It was so typical of him. One minute he would be all sweetness and sunshine, the next he was the biggest asshole. Swans Ch. 1 "Well, if that's how you feel, I can't do anything to change your opinion. Have a nice day." She hung up then to get back to her work. She wished that she could have told him to buzz off and stay out of her life for good, but something held her back. She met him a few months back when she was temping for an ad agency, and he was in the art department. She went out with him a couple times for lack of anything better to do, to discover that he was a very aggressive man indeed. She didn't even particularly like him, but the things that he did to her in bed were incredible. She loved the forceful way, he would hold her down and ram his cock as hard as he could inside of her, or the way he would bite into her flesh savagely, making her scream in pleasure-pain. She loved the way he would flip her over and them ram it into her ass, by this time turning her into a quivering heap. She trembled just thinking about it. He was the best that she had ever had so far. She use to have a long going affair with one of her former bosses. Mr. Messersmith had been a skirt chaser, from the beginning and it turned her to do it in broad daylight in his office building. It was only after he had told her that his wife was on to them that he had gave her the ax, but he had the nerve to try to set her up as his mistress, something that she declined. Take the office out of the sex and having sex with Mr. Messersmith was probably as fun as a root canal. There had been other brief little romps, but one that stuck out in her head particularly was one with a lawyer that she temped for, not too long ago. He was such a cocky bastard that she decided to tease the hell out of him. She wore even more revealing things to work and she knew exactly what it was doing to him. When he finally lost control and took matters into his own hands, things turned out much better than she hoped for. If she hadn't been so set on bringing him down a peg or too, she might have stayed on a bit longer, gave him a little more pussy. She had liked the way his dick had felt inside of her. She wondered what had become of him. She was so deep in her thoughts that the sound of the voice, made her jump. "Ms. Randall?" a deep tenor voice spoke. She looked up to see a massive man in the doorway of her office. He had to be about six foot five, two hundred and some odd pounds. He had the shoulders of a full back. Yvette scrutinized the stranger, taking in every detail from head to toe. Grudgingly, she supposed that he was a good looking guy. His hair was a dirty blonde shade, and his eyes were an interesting shade of amber, like cat's eyes. He wasn't the pretty boy type with perfect features, in fact his nose was slightly crooked as if it had been broken, and there was a small scar along the side of his right cheek, but somehow, his rugged features were very attractive. He was a man's man. She could tell by looking over his body that there were muscles under his casual attire of beige khakis and a crew neck shirt. "Like what you see?" the stranger asked with a crooked grin. Yvette realized that she had been staring, and her cheeks became a little hot with embarrassment. "That was rude of me. What can I do for you Mr. er.....?" "Jansen, but please call me Zack. I think my mother told you that I was coming." "Oh yes, I'm sorry. I will have those papers ready for you in a minute. I'm only just getting in myself not too long ago." She apologized. "No problem, I'm in no rush. My mom told me that she had a pretty new manager to run the gallery for her, but that seems to be an understatement, you're quite lovely," he made the comment so casually that he could have been referring to the rain, making her wonder if it were really a compliment at all. Once again she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She was use to men making comments on her looks, so why she reacted to his compliment in such a way was beyond her. "Thank you," she said coolly, in that voice that usually warned men off. His eyes narrowed slightly at her freezing tone, and to her surprise he smiled at her. "Just calling it like I see it. Take your time getting those papers ready, I'm enjoying the view," he continued to smile. She wasn't sure how to take this guy so she pretended that he wasn't there while she got the papers together. She knew that it wouldn't do to be too rude to this man, because after all, he was her boss's son. She fumbled several times before she was able to get everything in order - there was something disturbing about having this guy watch her. She stood up with the papers to find that he was already hovering over her desk, so when she was actually on her feet her body brushed against his. The jolt that it sent through her was such a shock that she took a step back only to lose her footing. She would have fell, if he didn't reach out and pull her against him. Yvette stood motionless in his arms, her legs feeling like jelly as he hard her against his lean muscular body. Her dark brown eyes locked with amber ones. 'I think I get a reward for rescuing the damsel in distress," he said lightly, and before she could respond, his lips were on hers. At first she tensed up, but as his lips grew more insistent, she softened. The papers flew out of her hands as she found her arms going around his neck as his tongue snaked out to plunder the inside of her mouth. She could feel her body, melting against his. One of his hands that held her waist moved up to brush over a waiting breast and she moaned deep within her throat. She didn't know how long they kissed, but suddenly they were apart. To her chagrin, she realized that it was Zack who had pulled away from her. She immediately backed away, careful of her footing this time. Not saying anything for fear of what would come out of her mouth, she scrambled to pick the papers up off the floor. She had never been, so embarrassed in her life. How could she act this way when she was had just met this man, she who held all men in the highest contempt? He bent down, and helped her with the papers silently. When they were back on their feet, he was grinning that crooked grin again. "Sorry things got a little carried away for a minute doll, but you took my breath away. Call me old fashioned though, but I'm from the old school and I like to get to know my women before I go that far," he said. Yvette's lips tightened at his cockiness. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not one of your women," she said through clenched teeth. "No, not yet anyway," he smiled. She gasped at his boldness. She had met many men who were full of themselves before, but this guy really took the cake. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell this guy to take a long walk on a short pier but she stopped herself. This was the boss's son, she repeated to herself over and over again. "Now that you have the papers, I won't keep you Mr. Jansen," she said in a frosty tone. She said it in a voice just enough not to be considered rude. He stared at her for a long moment, and look as if her were going to say something to that but decided against it. He just smiled again. "I'll be seeing you again, beautiful," and with that he walked out the door, leaving her stunned. Smug bastard, she thought to herself. She found herself getting warm, as she thought about his lips on her. Immediately she shook the image out of her head. She probably just reacted the way that she did because, it had been a couple of weeks since she had a cock between her legs. Yes, that was probably it. Maybe she would give Javier a call later on, after all. She sat back down at he desk and went back to work. Fleetingly Zack Jansen crossed her mind again. If she never saw him again, it would be too soon. To Be Continued... Find out more about Cassidy Chastaine, in the next chapter. Swans Ch. 2 "Oh, baby!" he groaned as he pumped away at the supple blonde beneath him. He leaned over to thrust his tongue in her mouth to match the rhythm of his lower body. His hands squeezed her huge breasts mercilessly as his cock worked in and out of her tight pussy. He loved the way her pussy contracted so tightly around his erection. It felt like pure heaven. He had never enjoyed fucking another woman so much in his life. Clay had wanted this particular woman for a very long time, and he couldn't believe that he was finally here with her, giving it to her like he knew she wanted it. The fact that she laid beneath his rather limply with a bored expression on her face didn't penetrate his senses, nor did he seem to notice that she held up one perfectly manicured hand to examine her nails. All he could think about was how good it felt to be inside of her. God, she was hot! Clay couldn't believe that he was fucking such a beautiful woman. He looked at her admiring the way that her platinum hair was spread wildly around her pillow. She was any man's wet dream he thought to himself. His body tensed up suddenly, indicating that he was about to cum. "Oh God yes!" he yelled as he shot his load inside of her. He smirked to himself, at fifty years old, he still had it. The next time he fucked her, he would pull out of her just before he came, and then he would cum all over her fat tits. At that thought he collapsed against her, his breath, ragged and uneven from the physical exertion. After a few moments of trying to catch his breath, he nodded off. "Clay?" Cassidy asked tentatively. She was answered with a loud snore. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That's what I get for letting that old man fuck me," she muttered under her breath only to be answered by an even louder snore. Was that it, she wondered to herself? She was disappointed that Clay turned out to be a talker. He had always bragged about his prowess in bed, and how large his cock was. It was a shame to find out the exact opposite. Their love making had lasted for a total of five minutes, foreplay included. She knew this because she had kept a vigil, on her bedside clock. It was quite an effort to pretend that she had enjoyed it, especially since his penis was rather small. She had to contract her muscles quite tightly in order to feel anything at all. What a joke that had turned out to be. Cassidy shoved his limp body off of her and got out of the bed. Clay had been actively pursuing her for the past couple months, and she let him. He took her out to the most exclusive restaurants in town, and brought her little trinkets. She especially like the gold and diamond pendant that he brought her. It was only when he hinted at giving her the sapphire ring that she had hinted to him about, did she finally decide to give him a little pussy, after all, she was no sucker and there was no way that she was giving up the goods for free. She went to her bathroom and studied herself in the full length mirror. She admired her slim, toned body that she took good care of. Her flat stomach and tiny waist emphasized how shapely her hips and breasts were. She liked the way her well shaped legs and a nice round derriere looked. Her blonde curls rested softly around her shoulders like a cape. Her violet eyes scrutinized every part of her anatomy. She ran her fingers absently thought her hair. I will need a touch up on my roots soon, she thought to herself. She ran her hands lightly over her 34DD breasts, remembering a time when she was an A cup, her breasts being a gift from an admirer. She hadn't been naturally endowed like her friend Yvette, but it sure was amazing what you could buy with technology she smiled to herself. She fondled her breasts quite freely now, getting a little hot at her own touch. It had been so long since she had had good sex. Peter had been the best - it was too bad that he had turned out to be such a rat. Her fingers squeezed her pink erect nipples and she moaned in the back of her throat. While one hand continued to fondle her breasts she let the other one roam down her flat stomach, to her shaved pussy. She rubbed her now swollen clit, slowly, rolling the little nub between her thumb and forefinger. Cassidy captured her lower lip between her teeth so that she wouldn't scream out too loud from pleasure. Heaven forbid if Clay came to join her, she was doing better on her own. She stabbed her pussy with two of her fingers. Her pussy was already soaked from Clay's cum, but as she worked her fingers in and out of her she cunt, her own juices mingled with the ones already inside of her, causing the juices to run freely down her legs. She leaned against the wall to support herself not removing her fingers from between her legs for even a second. He fingers moved in and out of herself as she used her thumb to rub her sensitive clit. Her hand worked in a frenzy. Cassidy's knees buckled beneath her as she brought herself to a climax. She lay there on the floor to gather her wits before getting up to take a shower. She turned the water as hot as she could stand, to wash the scent of him off of her. She was sure that she would never get the smell of cigars out of her hair, Clay being fond of them. Clay was the Vice President of the company that she worked for. She knew that he admired her since she had come on board as the CEO's personal assistant. He wasn't a bad looking man at fifty, but he was only the second in command when she had first started, and her boss Peter, was the head guy, so of course that where she focused all her attention. Alas, that hadn't worked out and Peter was no longer with the company. Of course, in normal circumstance she would have refocused her energy into snaring the new CEO, who this time around was a very eligible bachelor. There was no way, however, that she was going to let that geek lay his hands on her. He was a scrawny little man, who's glasses practically cover his whole face, and Cassidy didn't like the way he looked at her sometimes, so Clay had looked like a much better prospect. For the past few weeks she had been able to wheedle some money out of him to buy herself some new clothes. She didn't care that he was married already. Clay was the type of guy that enjoyed extra curricular activities but would never leave his wife. She knew his type well, especially with the lesson she had learned with Peter. Clay was just for fun, and it didn't hurt that he supplied her with her favorite toys, jewelry, money, and other tangible. Maybe if she was very persuasive, she could wrangle that fur coat she wanted out of him Cassidy thought. What she needed, was a single, rich man, who could keep her in the style that she had always dreamed of since she was a little girl. She remembered sharing her dreams with Yvette. She would talk about the big house that she would live in and the numerous servants that would wait on her hand and foot. She would have a fur coat for every day of the week, a couple of cars, jewelry galore, trips to Europe and a sucker to pay for it all. Love would be nice but as long as he had lots of money love she was sure that she could learn to love her husband. She would have a husband who was revered by all. He would have a name to reckon with, like a Kennedy, or a Rockefeller. With his name she would command respect from the same people who had put her down when she was a kid. She would walk around with her head held high. "That's Mrs. so and so," they would whisper. One day it would happen. Where she had come from, the name Chastaine name was associated with the poorest family in town. Cassidy was one of six children, she being the oldest. Her family lived just on the outskirts of town in the trailer park. They were stereotyped as the typical, "trailer trash" family. Her father Danny was in prison for armed robbery and had been there since Cassidy was seven. He hadn't really been much of a father figure when he had been around anyway. When he was free, he chose to hang out in bars and cause trouble around the county. If her mother hadn't insisted on the monthly family visits to the prison, Cassidy was sure that she would forget what he looked like. Macy, Cassidy's mother, worked when she could but having six children was hard on a practically single mother. One child was always sick or she couldn't afford to keep them in child care. It was inevitable that they would begin to depend on the checks that the state sent every month which was barely enough to keep the bills paid and food on the table. It was embarrassing to attend school in thrift store clothing that the rest of her classmates would sneer at. Sometimes when things were especially tight her family would go without some meals. At times the only hot meal that she and her siblings would have all day was the free lunch at school. Sometimes the electric and water bills weren't paid which meant no hot water, no lights. Without water they stunk, yet another thing the kids at school picked on them about. She refused to endure the humiliation of washing up in gas station sinks. Cassidy had to be the strong one, for her brothers and sisters. It was she who would comfort them when they came home from school crying. She was the one that pulled the family together. Macy was not much help, claiming that her nerves were bad. It seemed that Macy liked to use that excuse a lot. She used her nerves as an excuse not to work, not to look after the children, and to sit on her butt and get fatter with each passing year. Cassidy began to suspect that Macy would horde away part of her checks to feed herself while the kids were at school. She began to feel a contempt for her mother, and the life that they led. Why couldn't they have been born rich and why did some people have so much while others had so little? By the time that she was twelve her life was a living nightmare. The hardest part of the day was making it through the school day. She was called every name in the book from "white trash," "dirty whore," and "raga muffin." The humiliating names were endless. Practically the whole student body would shun her. No one would sit at her lunch table, people moved out of the way when she walked by so that she would not brush against them. Some people would even hold their noses as she passed. Even the teachers would look on her with disdain. To her surprise there was one girl who was friendly to her. Cassidy never knew why the quiet girl had decided to befriend her but she was grateful. Even though Yvette had been overweight and unpopular herself, no one treated her nearly half as bad as they did Cassidy. People at least tolerated Yvette's presence because she was so quiet and never bothered anyone. Yvette was a year younger than her because Yvette had been skipped a grade early on. The two girls had found that they had a lot in common and became the best of friends. Cassidy would spend a lot of time at Yvette's house. She enjoyed spending time with Yvette, and Mrs. Randall, Yvette's mother. Mrs. Randall had been one of the few people that treated Cassidy with any kindness. Things changed however when Yvette's mother married Tyrone Chambers. Tyrone was one of the towns councilmen, and he let everyone know it. He was a pompous self-important jerk, and a truly hateful man. Tyrone, moved Yvette and her mother into his home which was on the more posh side of town. To Cassidy's dismay Tyrone would not allow her to step foot in their house. He called her "white trash" to her face. He even went as far as to prohibit Yvette from seeing her outside of school. It was disappointing not to hang out with her friend, but she still managed to talk to Yvette, at school and sometimes Yvette was able to sneak away from home every now and then to meet up with her. Cassidy was sure there was never a more hateful being than Tyrone, especially when Yvette, had confided in her about Tyrone's private side. It broke her heart to see her shy, sweet friend, become withdrawn, and a little bitter, having to live in such circumstances. It almost made her feel that her family situation wasn't so bad. It only made then closer, because at the end of school, neither would want to go home. Things pretty much went on as they were until, Cassidy's mother had a nervous breakdown when Cassidy was sixteen. Her mother was put in the county mental facility, and she and each of her siblings were put in separate foster homes. Her foster parents were the type who took in foster children to pay their bills and they could care less about her well being, but at least she ate a hot meal most every night and she was able to get some new clothes because her foster mother had considered it her "Christian duty" to do right by her, which Cassidy knew was a bunch of shit, since her foster parents spent most of the money the state sent them for Cassidy's upkeep on themselves. She kept in contact with her siblings and most of them were better off in their new homes. Since she had no brothers or sisters to take care of anymore, she got herself a job working in a burger place. She saved her money religiously. She lived with her foster parents until she graduated high school. She hadn't been made the best of grades at school, and of course there was not enough money for her to attend college and of course her foster parents had no intention of helping her out, so she did the first thing that she could think of. Cassidy packed her bags and took the first bus out of town. She hated having to leave Yvette and her siblings behind, but she knew that this was something that had to do for herself, unless she wanted to end up like her mother. She didn't have a destination, but the very first big city that the bus had passed through, she decided to settle. With the money she had saved up, Cassidy rented a room from an old lady cheaply under the condition that she not come in the house at all hours of the night and play loud music. Since she had no job skills or training, she took the first job that she could, waiting tables at a local diner while enlisting in a secretarial training course, and some computer classes. She worked in the diner as long as it took to finish her classes, and then she had landed a job working at a small construction firm as a secretary to one of the executives. It was then she had got he first taste of the good life. Her boss Rick, was a good time guy who saw no problem with showering his secretary with little gifts. Cassidy was so flattered because no man had ever taken such an interest in her before. Though Rick Diamond was several years older than her, Cassidy fell instantly in love with him. She knew that he was married but it she just knew that he would have to leave his wife for her because he wouldn't shower her with gifts or take her out if he didn't. Besides, he told her that his wife and him were having problems, and being the naive nineteen year old she was she believed him. He had been her first lover. He would eat her pussy relentlessly making her cum, over and over again. He would caress her body so lovingly. He would make her scream his name while he screwed her. She was in love, and in lust. Later on in the relationship, he suggested that he move her out of the little room that she was living in to a nice condo that he would pay for. She jumped at the suggestion. Her condo was much nicer than anything she had ever had before. Her dreams of living it up were finally coming true. Things went on like this for a year when her bubble was busted. Rick had come over one night to say that he had to end things because his wife was expecting his child. He told her that he would continue to pay her rent only until she found another job because he thought it was best that they not see each other again at all in any circumstances. Frustrated and furious, she raged at him, then she cried, and then she begged him to reconsider. In the end he walked out on her. She knew then that there was no room for love in her life and she had to look out for number one. t was then that her mercenary nature took over completely. She was already an attractive woman but she, certainly wanted to shed that girl next door image she saw when she looked in the mirror, so she made a few changes to her personal changes to her appearance. She dyed her mousy brown hair to a dramatic platinum blonde, she began to work out in the gym furiously taking on a more tone shape although she had always been slim. It did wonders for her appearance and after that the string of men were endless. Most of them she used for the things that she could get out of them, like money, jewelry, cars, one man had even given her the money for breast implants. Others, she kept around for good sex. The world was her oyster by the time she was twenty-four. She had a nice cushy job, a much nicer place than her first condo, a shiny sports car and several men on her speed dial eager to pay for it all. It galled her that for some reason, she wasn't happy, and then she would remember her childhood, and dream of that respectability that she had always longed for. It was elusive still. Yes, there were men willing to take care of her but none wanted to give her their name. By sheer coincidence, she met up with Yvette again, who happened to live a few blocks away from her. Yvette was working at some law firm, and she too had changed quite dramatically. Gone was the overweight, acne ridden, frump, and in her place was a knock out. When the saw each again, they eyed each other wearily at first as some beautiful women did when they sensed competition, but it didn't take them long to fall so easily back into the friendship they use to share. Yvette had changed quite a bit, but underneath all her cynicism and bitterness that Cassidy detected, she was still the sweet girl that Cassidy remembered. They had been friends as girls, and now they were friends as women. Cassidy's skin began to pucker in the shower. She didn't know how long she had been in there, but the hot water was not so hot anymore. She stepped out of the shower only to be confronted by Clay. He was standing in the mist from the shower, with his cock fully erect. "I wish you would have waited for me baby. I would have scrubbed you back," he winked at her suggestively. Cassidy barely stopped herself from shivering in disgust, but she plastered a smile on her face. "I'm sorry. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you?" She licked her lips flirtatiously. He looked down at his swollen cock. "Well, baby..." "Say no more, I'm on it." Without further hesitation, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and took the waiting cock in her mouth. "You certainly are on it," he sighed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. To Be Continued...