Authors: Shelly Pratt
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I don’t know what it is with men these days. I have to admit for a while there Jake had me going. I thought it was possible that perhaps he did love me. I suppose on some level, he did. But as is always the case, money is anybody’s mistress. Well, I refuse to be the other woman. After Harold’s little secrets I think I became a little more conscious of what people actually do with their time.
Jake not turning up that first night sent warning bells ringing loud and clear and the fact he had the nerve to walk into the apartment smelling like sex was a bitter pill to swallow. Whatever woman he had been fucking had left her scent all over him. I hid my reaction quite well I think. I can be patient when I want to and in this instance I was willing to wait him out. Without Jake Shore, I had no chance of getting my hands on any of the money in the Swiss account. I needed his bloody last name to do that and his recent indiscretion hinted that we would never get to that point.
With minimal funds in my own account and Harold putting the brakes on a speedy divorce, I had to make a choice. Either I play this game to the end, or I check out early and go and get a day job. At this point I would probably only consider laying on my back for a living. I mean I’m stunning and young, I’m sure I could get an excellent client list of regulars who were willing to spoil me and indulge me in every single erotic fantasy I’ve ever had. As tempting as that may be, free money is easy money. So I play the game.
It was quite opportunistic that I went with Jake to the office that morning. I could tell he was up to something. His nervous energy was seeping out of his pores. My lame ass excuse to go with him to get my tablet from his office so I could snoop enabled the very fruitful meeting with Jimmy Went and his delectable grandson Mason.
There we were eating croissants and drinking cappuccinos when Jimmy gets a call from his security team. Apparently someone just made a withdrawal from one of their more discreet business accounts. He immediately dismisses Mason back to the office to go pull the access data for the staff in the office. While he’s gone, Jimmy asks just what I’m prepared to do for money. I ask him to clarify. He wants to know if I am willing to sell out the boyfriend in exchange for money. Ah, fuck yeah. So far I have been lied to repeatedly by a bunch of immoral business men. You hang around people without morals and pretty soon you become like them. Well, I wasn’t just about to become like them, I was going to do one better.
Jimmy and I agree on five million. I figure that’s totally fine. I don’t want to be too greedy and I consider that this is all I would have got from my share of the first lot of money anyway. Before Mason and Jake return to join us, Jimmy gives me his business card and tells me he will call with instructions.
The call comes two days later. But it’s Mason, not Jimmy. He needs to meet with me. We arrange for him to come pick me up in a company car from Jake’s apartment in the morning.
When the time comes I dress sexy, because ultimately there is something Mason can offer me too. He sends me a text message when he arrives downstairs and I go to join him. Once in the back seat, he presses the button that slides the privacy partition up between the driver and
ourselves. All the windows are tinted and it makes it hard to see outside as the driver heads off into traffic. Mason’s eyes are broody and dark – there is an aura of mystery about him. His dark wavy hair is slicked straight back and he wears a plain blue wool suit with a white shirt, no tie. I can see his mass of curly chest hair that sprouts from the top. I want to run my hands through it but squash that thought and try to act professional. We face each other, the tips of our knees touching just so.
When he speaks, his voice is warm and rich like a pot of molten liquid. ‘I have a tracking device that Jimmy wants you to put inside the back of Jake’s mobile phone.’ He reaches out to hand it to me and when our fingers touch it is like a shock of electricity jolts through me. He feels it too and snaps his hand back quickly.
‘Sorry,’ I offer as I put it in my purse.
‘Don’t be.’
‘Does this glass really work,’ I motion towards the privacy partition.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘Would the driver hear me if I was to start moaning your name?’ His Adam’s apple starts bobbing up and down as he is confronted with my brashness.
‘No.’
It is barely a whisper when it leaves his lips.
‘Would you like me to moan your name?’ I’m being a tease and he knows it. I part my legs slightly so he can get a better look up my skirt. I’m not wearing any underwear and I think he knows it.
‘Yes,’ he nods.
‘Well come and fuck my pussy then.’ My tone of voice is low and seductive; it invites him to enjoy the depths of me. The invitation is like a floodgate has just been released. He pounces forward and shoves me backwards on the leather seat. Even though we are way too tall to fit across the rear seat, we somehow manage to fold our legs off the end into the foot-well. He mauls my neck with his teeth and I take the opportunity to open the buttons on his shirt further.
Soon my fingers are tangled in the hair that covers his entire torso. I urge him on with soft whispers in his ear.
‘Fuck me Mason, please fuck me.’ He unzips his fly, releasing his cock from the constraints of his pants. He has the biggest dick I have ever seen and wonder momentarily how he is going to fit it inside of me.
His large firm hands roughly shove my skirt up to my hips and he doesn’t miss a beat as he thrusts himself inside of me. I yelp as he touches all the way back to my cervix. There is no loving going on here. Lust is at its most primal. He uses the door as a point to push off from, entering me as far as he can each time he slides himself back in again. I’m not quite wet enough yet, but the sensation is mind boggling. I feel like every single bit of me is filled up with him. He shoves his thumb in between my painted lips to suck and I greedily bite and lick him.
‘Say my name.’ His voice is hoarse and his eyes have glazed over with pleasure. I release his thumb to oblige him.
‘Mason,’ I croon.
‘Say fuck me Mason.’
‘Fuck me Mason, please fuck me.’ He pounds harder into me, grinding his hips with each and every thrust. He slips his hand between our stomachs and lifts off me a little as he reaches down towards my sex. What he does next sends me over the edge. He uses the thumb I have just sucked to rub my clit each time he pulls back out of me.
‘Oh my god, I’m
gonna come,’ I moan.
‘Come for me, say my name again.’ It is almost a plea from him.
‘Oh … my … Mason,’ I cry as I orgasm around him. He comes too and I feel every large inch of him contract inside me. He slumps his full weight on me for a moment before withdrawing his dick and shoving it back in his pants. I offer him my hand and he pulls me into a sitting position.
‘Wow, you’re huge,’ I exclaim.
‘I know,’ he grins, ‘don’t tell anyone.’
‘It will be our little secret.’ He grins at my choice of words. The driver buzzes through the intercom that we will be back at the apartment in five minutes.
‘I want to see you again.’ There is sincerity in his voice, but I am not about to fall for another top tier associate of Went and Worth.
‘We’ll see. You might have to make it worth my while.’ Mason’s hand snatches out and grabs my chin and turns my face so I am looking into those brooding eyes of his.
‘Oh I will, don’t you worry about that.’ The car pulls up to the apartment building and he releases me. He tells me he will be in touch with Jimmy’s next move and hands me a card.
‘What’s this?’
‘The account Jimmy put your money into – it was wired today.’ I grin like a kid at Christmas and plant a huge red lip-
sticked kiss on his cheek. As I bend to get out of the car he playfully slaps me on the ass. I think I’m going to like Mason a lot.
****
Fast forward a little over a week and here we are in Mexico. I’ve always wanted to come, and now I have Mason to show me the sights. First stop though we wait and watch while Jimmy has a talk to the fellas. Harold looks like he just saw a ghost and Jake may have shit his pants. Felix is still a little cold, but I know on the inside he will be feeling like the rug was just pulled out from underneath him. I turn my back on them to talk to Mason while Jimmy delivers the wonderful news about the fortune that never was. I have to admit, the old codger is on the ball. I’m glad I sided with the right people in the end.
‘Jimmy is coming back over,’ Mason says in a low voice. The old man joins us and says, ‘Let’s get the fuck out of here; we did what we came to do.’ Mason takes my hand as if to follow Jimmy, but I can’t help take one last look at the sorry trio. The sight is certainly one for sore eyes. I smile wickedly and blow them a kiss. Game, set and match. I guess the saying that nice girls finish last really is true. Of course I know that must mean that I’m not a nice girl, but hey, I’m willing to live with that. I turn to walk off with Mason and wonder what the future holds in store for me. I’m quite confident that whatever it is, I’ll be able to handle myself just fine thanks very much.
THE END