All Chapters of Club Voyeur Series (4 Books in 1): Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

KylieIt's Monday and I'm back at work, floating on cloud nine. Yesterday was fantastic. My dad said yes! That thought kept rattling around in my head. Not that I thought he would say no about a relationship between me and Brody, but we didn't have to hide anything now. We were going to be a couple. Dating, I guess? Brody and I hadn't talked about the details of going forward. I knew that I wanted him, and he wanted me. For now, that was enough. I couldn't keep my head in the clouds though, the store was too busy for that. If I had thought for a second that we might be slow on a Monday, I would have been wrong.I was still working behind the hot food counter. Pre-made breakfast burritos, eggs, bacon, and chorizo, all lined the case. Conchas and other sweet breads were also available. They make their own tortillas here, both corn and flour that they sell by the dozens. After the lunch rush, I'm going to learn how to make tamales for the special tomorrow. With the amazing food here, I mi

KylieIt felt like Wednesday took forever to get here. No one was home when I got home from work and that was perfect. I took a long hot shower and shaved, well, everything. I exfoliated and hydrated, basically pampered myself for a few hours.I was nervous. Why? I don't know. This was Brody. I've known him for half of my life. But I admitted to myself that I didn't know how this would go with us. Was it too soon to have se8x? I certainly didn't think so, mostly because my hormones raged any time he was near. I was so horny I felt like a stiff breeze could make me orgasm.Unfortunately, I had a feeling that cuddles on the couch meant no s8ex. It was kind of sweet that Brody wanted to date me, but every time I was near him, I just wanted to jump his bones. I hoped my plan of looking good and smelling good would encourage him to do more. I certainly couldn't make him fu8ck me, not if he truly didn't want to. So my plan was to make him want it. Was I being a tease? Yes. Yes I most definit

KylieMy mind was reeling. My own mother thinks I took off with her husband? How did this become my life? To top it all off, this sudden change in Edgar was horrifying to realize. He never paid me much attention growing up. He wasn't mean or cruel, but we didn't share blood or much of a relationship. He had never nurtured me as a father, and I was okay with that. I had a dad that did that for me. Moe was everything a father should be and I adored him.Edgar barely paid me any attention. If anything, and especially when I was younger. I felt that I annoyed him a bit. I was and still am a brat, after all. I can own that shi8t. That was my thought until I came home a few months ago. Once I became aware of his intentions, I left. I had no support from Mother, so I couldn't stay there in his house. And it was his house. I was under no illusions that my mother had any say in anything but the household staff and decorating. But I especially noticed this once he started his advances. I have n

KylieBrody and I headed towards his new apartment. He was right. It wasn't far from the house. It wasn't a large or new building, but it was well-maintained. I imagine he makes good money working at the club. It doesn't bother me that he works there with free pussy hanging all around. He's very controlled. If he's into me, then I know I can trust he won't be with anyone else. I mean I can't even get him to be with me at this point. When he says no and makes up his mind, that's it. But he's also not the kind of guy to be a man-whore. I like that about him. I imagine his body count is low. Not because he can't get a girl a night, like Oscar, but because if he's with a girl he won't play games. He's just not that kind of man.I try not to smile when I think about the conversation my dad had with me the other night. He wanted to address the fact that I had been to the club, alone. He was worried about me. Not that the club was dangerous or anything. But some people, like Edgar, for instan

BrodyI didn't know whether to laugh or be pissed. Kylie was mad and pouting. She slammed out of the apartment, and I really should have brought her back in and spanked her ass, but I didn't. It was enough that I knew she had acted out. It wasn't something done in public. Well, at least there was no one around to see it which saved her pretty little ass for now. Her mouth at the dinner table the other night, however, was worth a punishment. That punishment had been stalled due to still living under Moe's roof. I'd been thinking about what I would do, and I figured it out yesterday when I was told the recliner was ready for pickup. I brought it straight here. I didn't know when I would get the opportunity to bring Kylie here, but it was a priority. I didn't even know it would be today. I had no reason to think it would be so soon. When I realized there were no workers inside, it escalated things.I can almost hear your dirty minds. I didn't do it that way for the reasons you are thinkin