Nothing but a minor bump in the road… That's all. No, not the road under the wheels of the black Hershma V.a, this road is as smooth as cream in coffee. The bump is on my metaphorical road, the road many call 'life'. After all these years, I'm just now realising that being rich also means being lonely. Deeply lonely.
"Looks like there's a jam ahead, Sir." My chauffeur, Godwin, nods down the road. I pull away from my daydream to look down the road, black tarmac slick with surface water reflecting all the neons and lights of the city stood still with a gridlock of cars. Up ahead, blue lights flash behind a crowd of people.
"Hmm, I wonder what happened?" I ask and take this opportunity to light a cigarette. I roll the window down slightly, letting a few specks of rain land inside the car, dappling my suit as I smoke.
"I'll keep an ear out if you desire, Sir." Godwin figures I care about what is happening down the road. Which, unless it is a friend or customer, I couldn't care any less. Regardless, I flick the ash out of the window and nod.
"That'd be great, thank you, Godwin."
My phone vibrates and I flick the burnt out cigarette into a steel bin in the door of the car, specifically designed for cigarettes. I pull my phone from my jacket's inner pocket and open with thumb recognition. A message from Lakista.
Lakista: Liz has successfully been picked up. Look after her.
My heart twists briefly with delight and excitement. This is really happening. This small little family hadn't just taken my money, not that I would mind, it looked like money would prove useful. But I still feel a buzz within me. I like speaking with Liz. But she always leaves mid-conversation, I always just assumed I bored her. To know she is now on her way to me in Gabriel's capable hands makes me smile.
"Is something good happening?" Godwin must have noticed my idiotic smile.
"She's finally coming, Godwin." I tap out a quick reply to Lakista and ring Gabriel.
"Gabriel. I hear you have my guest?" I inspect my nails before looking up to see how the standstill has progressed.
"I do! And a beautiful one she is, Davon. Let me tell you, if I was straight I'd do all sorts to her…" Gabe chuckles through the phone. "Though, you may want to buy her more suitable city clothes. She's currently in the back wearing nothing but a cotton dress." His voice lowers to a whisper, I can only just hear him. "Davon, I can see her breasts. They're very distracting!"
"Keep your eyes on the road, Gabriel. What size is she?"
"One second." The sound of the mid section privacy screen rolling down rattled in my ear. A distant conversation backed-and-forthed until Gabe returns, along with the rattling of the privacy screen once again. "She doesn't know what size she is. The clothes she has worn all her life have been hand made and from what I saw, isn't even aware sizes in clothes are a thing. But, if it counts for anything, I'd say she's a size 14. About 5ft 6. Small feet, maybe a five. Yellows and light pinks will suit best."
"Thank you, Gabriel. Take care of her. I'll see what I can do. The traffic is currently at a standstill here."
"I will certainly take care of your precious cargo, Davon. The in-car navigation says we will arrive in around five hours, we will stop mid way for toilet breaks. Make sure you have some food ready for when we get there."
"Of course. I'll see you then."
"Indeed you will. Take care, Davon."
"You too. Drive safe."
I hang up and lean forward to look ahead. We are crawling forward at walking pace now. "Gabriel has Liz. They will be here in five hours. Can you take me to Liberton Co, I need to buy her some clothes."
"Of course. It's nice to see you smile, Sir."
"I smile all the time…"
"No. This is a real smile. A happy smile."
I sit back into the seat and sigh lightly, I look down at the phone in my hand and go to open Liz's photo again. She is in the middle, and her siblings either side. Her big bright eyes are so curious and full of wonder. Her beautiful skin a pure bronze like I had never seen before. Her lips look so soft, I imagine what they feel like against mine.
There's a reason I don't smile much anymore, but that secret has been buried many years ago and I don't wish to unearth it.
What on earth are sizes in clothes? I run my fingertips along the leathery seats and nibble my lower lip. Am I supposed to be a size in clothes? Was it a bad thing not to have one?I look out of the window at the rolling landscape. Anything was better than the boat ride just hours beforehand. I am already missing Arianna and Lakista and everyone on Sencuba Bay. My heart aches painfully and my stomach tightens with sickness. This is going to be a long journey, according to the driver, who I cannot remember the name of. The gentle movements and droning sounds of the car lulls me to sleep eventually. When I awaken, the landscape is different. Less sand and cactus and more… rain and concrete.“Have a good sleep?” The man asks lightly and gazes up at the small mirror to look back at me.“It was sufficient. Thank you.” I sit straight and rub my stiff neck and shoulders. Note to self: Falling asleep in cars is a bad idea.“Go
I lead Liz inside and allow my eyes to wander. I know I shouldn't, but her beautiful bronze skin shimmers brightly like diamonds under the raindrops. I can see her breasts beneath the white cotton of her dress, nipples erect with cold."Liz, my darling. It's a pleasure to finally see you. Let's get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold, hmm?" I offer a smile and look to Gabriel who returns my look with raised eyebrows."I'll show you to your temporary room, shall I?" Gabriel looks back to Liz. She nods, partly listening to the conversation but mostly admiring the house. Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Her face should be under the definition of 'Flabbergasted' in the dictionary."Perfect. Her clothes are in bags in the temporary bedroom. Just while we sort out a better bedroom for her. Help her choose something appropriate for dinner. I'll go tell the cooks our guest has arrived." I nod to Gabriel once again and he stops me as he strides past.
Davon is far more handsome in person. The photos really filtered out his gorgeousness. His eyes – What I previously thought were brown, are not brown at all, but the most unusual green; green and Amber mixed together in a piercing, devouring gaze.Money knows no bounds. This huge, stunning house. The Liberton Co clothes he had brought me ‘in my size’ fit perfectly. And now dinner in this big room with white walls, marble floor and a chandelier. And, hats off to him, he must have paid attention to our conversations online because I am pretty confident I can smell my favourite food cooking.“I don’t know what you feel I deserve but I am honestly very thankful.” I smile up at him and he reaches forward to take my hand in his again. His big hands were warm and neatly taken care of.“You deserve to feel happy, Liz. I can help, if you’d accept it, of course. If not you’re free to stay as long as you wish and leave
I only just managed to close the door before my trousers were off. God damn, she is just… just… fire. I grab my phone from my jacket pocket and throw my jacket to the floor. I dial a number and hold my phone to my ear as I ween myself from my clothes. It rings as I scoop the suit into the washing basket, lock my door and head to the bathroom.“Davon, my man. How did it go?” It’s Stephen.“Stephen. My god, she is something…” I mutter and turn the shower on.“Sounds like she’s got you all hot and bothered.” I can hear him chuckling with amusement.“You have no idea, Stephen. Look, I need a favour.”“Anything for you, boss.”I smile as my free hand finds my stiffening cock. “Get her a toy. Something small and special.”“Ooh, Davon… it’d be my absolute pleasure. I’ll have it to you by morning.&rdquo
I must say, that was the best sleep I had ever had. I settled down just after 10.30pm and woke up and showered before the alarm even went off. The shower was incredible; Like standing in the rain, but the rain being a comforting warmth. And there’s soaps and shampoos I never even heard of. When I showered yesterday, there was only two bottles. One for the hair, one for the body. But in my shower… shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body exfoliation cream, razors, face cleaner, combs and brushes. Why does anyone need so much stuff? But hell, I’m not complaining!I feel so fresh and alive once I’m out and dressed. I take a look through the box of makeup and decide to give it a miss. But I do spray on some of the perfume that was sat on the bedside table. It’s 7.30. So I take my phone, slot it in the pocket of my beautiful high waisted trousers and wander outside. I look left and right, the only landmark was the top of the grand staircase to the
When I said I have work to do, what I really meant was ‘I’m going to go to the gym to try and burn off this energy Lisbeth has pumped into me.’ It’s still technically working, right? But as I sweat through my gym clothes pushing weights, all I can think about is her. Her in her room with her special little toy. That should be me down there between her thighs. See, the only reason I’m not, I have far too much respect for women. They are worth every ounce of respect in my cells and I simply won’t allow myself to indulge my selfish needs without keeping her in mind. I need her to be open. I need her to understand what pleasure feels like by herself first. And, God damnit, I have another hard-on. Have you ever tried working out with a stiff cock? No? Let me tell you, it’s simply unpleasant.While trying my hardest not to knock my boner on the bar of the weights, I put them down to go to the treadmill. Running… hell, even walking wh
“Wakey Wakey, hands off snakey!” My sister, Arianna calls as she pulls back the curtains to allow the orangey sunrise to spill into the darkness of the room. This was how she wakes me every morning. I would say I liked it, but I like sleeping much more.“One, i don't have a ‘snakey’, you absolute arse, and two, do I have to?” I stretch out. My toes slaying and my spine tingles. Morning stretches are one of the words most under-rated pleasures.“Yes, you do have to. It’s a work day, dumbass,” Arianna chuckles as I sit up on my bunk, the top bunk, obviously, and gain just enough energy to let out a great morning fart. Hey, ladies fart too! They just smell like roses, stop your judging.Arianne shrieks with amusement. I watch with a cheesy grin. “Lizzie, you may as well be a bloke with an arse like that.”“You do it too, don’t act like you&rsqu
When I said I have work to do, what I really meant was ‘I’m going to go to the gym to try and burn off this energy Lisbeth has pumped into me.’ It’s still technically working, right? But as I sweat through my gym clothes pushing weights, all I can think about is her. Her in her room with her special little toy. That should be me down there between her thighs. See, the only reason I’m not, I have far too much respect for women. They are worth every ounce of respect in my cells and I simply won’t allow myself to indulge my selfish needs without keeping her in mind. I need her to be open. I need her to understand what pleasure feels like by herself first. And, God damnit, I have another hard-on. Have you ever tried working out with a stiff cock? No? Let me tell you, it’s simply unpleasant.While trying my hardest not to knock my boner on the bar of the weights, I put them down to go to the treadmill. Running… hell, even walking wh
I must say, that was the best sleep I had ever had. I settled down just after 10.30pm and woke up and showered before the alarm even went off. The shower was incredible; Like standing in the rain, but the rain being a comforting warmth. And there’s soaps and shampoos I never even heard of. When I showered yesterday, there was only two bottles. One for the hair, one for the body. But in my shower… shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body exfoliation cream, razors, face cleaner, combs and brushes. Why does anyone need so much stuff? But hell, I’m not complaining!I feel so fresh and alive once I’m out and dressed. I take a look through the box of makeup and decide to give it a miss. But I do spray on some of the perfume that was sat on the bedside table. It’s 7.30. So I take my phone, slot it in the pocket of my beautiful high waisted trousers and wander outside. I look left and right, the only landmark was the top of the grand staircase to the
I only just managed to close the door before my trousers were off. God damn, she is just… just… fire. I grab my phone from my jacket pocket and throw my jacket to the floor. I dial a number and hold my phone to my ear as I ween myself from my clothes. It rings as I scoop the suit into the washing basket, lock my door and head to the bathroom.“Davon, my man. How did it go?” It’s Stephen.“Stephen. My god, she is something…” I mutter and turn the shower on.“Sounds like she’s got you all hot and bothered.” I can hear him chuckling with amusement.“You have no idea, Stephen. Look, I need a favour.”“Anything for you, boss.”I smile as my free hand finds my stiffening cock. “Get her a toy. Something small and special.”“Ooh, Davon… it’d be my absolute pleasure. I’ll have it to you by morning.&rdquo
Davon is far more handsome in person. The photos really filtered out his gorgeousness. His eyes – What I previously thought were brown, are not brown at all, but the most unusual green; green and Amber mixed together in a piercing, devouring gaze.Money knows no bounds. This huge, stunning house. The Liberton Co clothes he had brought me ‘in my size’ fit perfectly. And now dinner in this big room with white walls, marble floor and a chandelier. And, hats off to him, he must have paid attention to our conversations online because I am pretty confident I can smell my favourite food cooking.“I don’t know what you feel I deserve but I am honestly very thankful.” I smile up at him and he reaches forward to take my hand in his again. His big hands were warm and neatly taken care of.“You deserve to feel happy, Liz. I can help, if you’d accept it, of course. If not you’re free to stay as long as you wish and leave
I lead Liz inside and allow my eyes to wander. I know I shouldn't, but her beautiful bronze skin shimmers brightly like diamonds under the raindrops. I can see her breasts beneath the white cotton of her dress, nipples erect with cold."Liz, my darling. It's a pleasure to finally see you. Let's get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold, hmm?" I offer a smile and look to Gabriel who returns my look with raised eyebrows."I'll show you to your temporary room, shall I?" Gabriel looks back to Liz. She nods, partly listening to the conversation but mostly admiring the house. Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Her face should be under the definition of 'Flabbergasted' in the dictionary."Perfect. Her clothes are in bags in the temporary bedroom. Just while we sort out a better bedroom for her. Help her choose something appropriate for dinner. I'll go tell the cooks our guest has arrived." I nod to Gabriel once again and he stops me as he strides past.
What on earth are sizes in clothes? I run my fingertips along the leathery seats and nibble my lower lip. Am I supposed to be a size in clothes? Was it a bad thing not to have one?I look out of the window at the rolling landscape. Anything was better than the boat ride just hours beforehand. I am already missing Arianna and Lakista and everyone on Sencuba Bay. My heart aches painfully and my stomach tightens with sickness. This is going to be a long journey, according to the driver, who I cannot remember the name of. The gentle movements and droning sounds of the car lulls me to sleep eventually. When I awaken, the landscape is different. Less sand and cactus and more… rain and concrete.“Have a good sleep?” The man asks lightly and gazes up at the small mirror to look back at me.“It was sufficient. Thank you.” I sit straight and rub my stiff neck and shoulders. Note to self: Falling asleep in cars is a bad idea.“Go
Nothing but a minor bump in the road… That's all. No, not the road under the wheels of the black Hershma V.a, this road is as smooth as cream in coffee. The bump is on my metaphorical road, the road many call 'life'. After all these years, I'm just now realising that being rich also means being lonely. Deeply lonely. "Looks like there's a jam ahead, Sir." My chauffeur, Godwin, nods down the road. I pull away from my daydream to look down the road, black tarmac slick with surface water reflecting all the neons and lights of the city stood still with a gridlock of cars. Up ahead, blue lights flash behind a crowd of people. "Hmm, I wonder what happened?" I ask and take this opportunity to light a cigarette. I roll the window down slightly, letting a few specks of rain land inside the car, dappling my suit as I smoke. "I'll keep an ear out if you desire, Sir." Godwin figures I care about what is happening down the road. Which, unless it
“Wakey Wakey, hands off snakey!” My sister, Arianna calls as she pulls back the curtains to allow the orangey sunrise to spill into the darkness of the room. This was how she wakes me every morning. I would say I liked it, but I like sleeping much more.“One, i don't have a ‘snakey’, you absolute arse, and two, do I have to?” I stretch out. My toes slaying and my spine tingles. Morning stretches are one of the words most under-rated pleasures.“Yes, you do have to. It’s a work day, dumbass,” Arianna chuckles as I sit up on my bunk, the top bunk, obviously, and gain just enough energy to let out a great morning fart. Hey, ladies fart too! They just smell like roses, stop your judging.Arianne shrieks with amusement. I watch with a cheesy grin. “Lizzie, you may as well be a bloke with an arse like that.”“You do it too, don’t act like you&rsqu