Page 34 of The Christmas Nanny

“What about Stephanie?”

“She’s a big girl. She can handle herself.” He unbuttoned my jacket and my shirt’s top two buttons. He buried his face between my breasts and kissed, freeing my nipples from beneath my bra, sucking hard on the pink flesh. “Fucking delicious flesh,” he said, dropping my pants to the floor.

“You’re married,” I whispered, but I didn’t want him to stop.

Lips on my neck, he whispered, “She’s fucking that young stud you care so much about.”

I watched Wigglebutt enter the room and watch. He licked his paw as Charles moved to his knees and licked my pussy through my panties. Wigglebutt meowed, and Charles moaned.

Charles moved my leg over his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re fucking wet.”

He lifted and moved me to the bed, kneeling on the floor, worshipping his queen’s pussy. I remembered him saying that ten years ago with his face buried between my legs. He crossed my legs at the ankles and pointed them toward the ceiling. I remembered this move as well. When his tongue entered my ass, I remembered why he did it way back then.

I came against his face, feeling his nose in my pussy, his tongue licking my asshole. When I stopped shuttering, he lowered my legs and moved away. I watched him go into the bathroom and wash his face and hands. He dried them off on a towel and then brought the towel to me, tossing it between my legs.

“I’ll be waiting in the car, Christine. Don’t take too long.”

Just like that, Charles left the room and the apartment.

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Jacob and I weren’t hired as nannies. We were whores for the Quartermains, using their daughter as an excuse to get their kicks. If I kept the job, I would essentially be taking the job I had ten years ago. There was no future in fucking Quartermain. He’d be done in a few months and move on to a younger me.

I pulled on jeans and a tee and placed WIgglebutt’s crate on the bed. I opened the metal door and decided that if Wigglebutt climbed inside, I would return with Quartermain. If Wigglebutt did not, I would remain home.

As I stuffed clothes into a suitcase, I kept one eye on Wigglebutt, who had yet to move from the floor, watching me with a lot of disinterest. “I’m closing the suitcase. What’re you going to do?”

Wigglebutt meowed and jumped on the bed. He sniffed the carrier and then crawled inside.

“So it begins.”

I closed the carrier door and carried it and the suitcase to the door. My present was as unpredictable as my future. I should have seen it coming, but I got greedy. I wanted a quick fix to life’s problems, and it didn’t work that way. With a heavy sigh, I looked around the apartment at the bare Christmas tree and wondered what kind of fucked up Christmas it would be. Maybe sometimes we had no other choice but to return to the lives we used to live.

Outside, Charles opened the van’s back doors and loaded my suitcase and Wigglebutt. “You made the right choice, Christine.” He handed me an envelope, and as he returned to the driver’s seat, I stood behind the van and opened it. I counted the hundred dollar bills twice. There were fifty. I’d made $5,000 by letting him eat me out. It took two minutes to make what I made at work in one month. It didn’t take an economics major to figure out what I should do. I climbed into the passenger seat and rode with my new boss to my new job, wondering if Jacob had fucked Stephanie.

Chapter twelve

Jacob

“Aren’t you afraid Charles will find you in my suite?” I said. The shit going down had thrown me for a loop. As soon as we returned, Stephanie’s attitude changed. Outside the mansion walls, she was a different person, submissive, but here, where she lived with her husband, she was a woman hellbent on dominance. What is it that she had to prove to Quartermain?

Stephanie checked her watch and went to the door. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. You can meet the rest of us in the dining room. Don’t be late. Dinner is served on time and waits for nobody.”

“Just like that,” I said. “You didn’t say shit on the way back, and now you’re going to walk out of here without telling me what’s going on?” I walked to the door and stood in front of Stephanie. The fear was gone, replaced with ardent determination. “What’s he done to you?”

“Look, Jacob, it’s the last time I’m going to say this.” She glanced down the hall. “In this house, things are different. You,” she poked me in the chest, “do as told and speak to me the way an employee speaks to his employer. Don’t stray from that.”

“Does he hurt you? Is that what this is all about? You’re afraid.”

Stephanie sighed heavily and placed her hands on my chest. “Don’t get involved in something you don’t understand, Jacob. Charles is a difficult man to deal with. He doesn’t like to lose and will do whatever it takes to win. Do your job, and do not challenge him.”

She left the room, and I watched her ass down the hallway until she disappeared.

I sent Christine a text but never heard back. It made me jealous to think she was with that rich bastard. I could never compete with his money; I’d already proven we could all be bought, so I assumed Christine would do whatever the man wanted if the price were right. Quartermain used money and fear to get what he wanted.

“I’ll walk you around after dinner,” I told Slim Shady. He was in no mood for the Quartermains’ shit, either. I think he hated the place. Being bought wasn’t just bad for me. Selfishness rarely stayed contained to the selfish.

I strolled into the dining room, finding the Quartermains and Christine already at the table. Christine’s mouth dropped open when she saw me in all leather. Quartermain smirked, and I considered punching the guy. As usual, he wore a suit with a red tie, the tie his show of power. He sat at the head of the table, Christine on his left, and Stephanie on his right. Like every other room I’d seen so far, the dining room had the same richness: chandelier over the table, expensive paintings on the walls, a fireplace in the far corner, and crystal dishware on the table.

“Thank you for joining us,” Quartermain said smugly. “We were about to get started.”

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