Authors: Debbie Gordon
It was one of her happiest moments, meeting Martha in Dallas and that first afternoon was spent talking about their experiences. They had a lot of catching up to do but it was vital she saw Martha's office before they got home. "This is huge," she gasped, standing in front of the fifteen-floor story building in the middle of the town and imposing its gigantic structure with so much authority among other buildings. "You actually work here baby?" she asked.
"You haven't changed one bit Kimberly... Come let me take you home and rest assured by tomorrow, you'll be meeting Sir Willard."
"Hm," Kimberly gasped at the sound of his name. She'd been wondering what he looked like all night and now that she finally had the opportunity to meet with him, it seemed the moment had never come for such an occasion.
"Is there anything I should know about your Sir Willard?"
"He prefers to be called Booth," Martha corrected vividly.
"Booth," Kimberly said. "He must bee too old to make such demands."
"He's not married and I bet he is the youngest employer in all of Texas," Martha remarked.
"When you talk of youngest..."
"I mean he should be in his late thirties and with an athletic build you know," Martha added.
Kimberly had a difficult time figuring what Booth could look like but she trusted a man that rich, as in owning a bank, wouldn't stoop low for sex.
"So, tell me, is he the one loaning the money or the bank?"
" He owns the bank baby girl," Martha responded. They had walked for about an hour, as it was perhaps Martha's way of showing her around the town while they had the time to spend.
"So in essence," Kimberly started.
"In essence, he is the one loaning the money to you--, to me, and once you have started making the profits, you will pay back with the interest rates but in my case, there isn't such thing as interest," Martha jested and the vanished behind a walled corridor. Her house was a few blocks from her office and it was the most profitable job for the young blonde as she didn't have to be boarding a cab every now and then, between her house and her office.
"So you say we'll be meeting with him tomorrow ay?" Kimberly asked.
"Ay, tomorrow morning." Martha had made a simple consommé but Kimberly's anxiety didn't let her taste of it. They send the day talking about Booth and the many other options she could do with the money once it was given.
"Maybe you should think this over again baby girl," Martha cautioned.
"Martha, I have suffered for three years trying to get a single contract from agencies but all the studios and owners of such agencies want to keep my back on their beds before they get to sign me in," she explained. She didn't wish to go into the details of what she had been through and Martha could understand, given that she had lost hope totally and had embraced her proposal without a second thought.
“I'm happy you came Kim," said Martha.
"I should be thanking you for thinking about me baby girl,: Kimberly responded in a melodious tone as she studied the red bunch of hair that clouded her friend. She wondered how time meant a lot for some people. She still maintained her form and smart physique and Martha looked out-shaped, being only 25. Her eyes dangled about the small apartment and she could enjoy another night of peace while they waited for the morning impatiently.
Willard's office was twice as big as her apartment in New York when she entered. He was a man of sports from the several pitching photographs that lined the walls of his fabulous office. He had a clean mustache under a cute slender pair of lips and a pair of beady brown eyes that gave him the rancher look even as he hadn't worn a hat to complete the elegance. His attractive looks grabbed her attention at once and when she turned back to look at Martha, Willard cleared his throat and ordered for Martha to come along with her client.
"Hello," He said with an authoritative base that pushed unwanted sensations but Kimberly could use some composure for the fact that he was at least different from the men in New York.
"Hi," Kimberly responded timidly. He glanced for a while and then returned his gaze to Martha with an assuring smile.
"Is this the lady you spoke to me about?" He asked.
"Yes Booth," Martha responded.
"All the way from New York," he remarked, taking another studious look at Kimberly. She had worn an official dark suite that didn't expose most of her lustrous body parts but somehow, Booth was a could dig his stare through her shirt to visualise her tits. He had cleared his throat severally and had said very little before dismissing Martha to have an in depth talk with Kimberly. "Normally, we don't give loans like that without collateral..." He started, burying his gaze in the vent between her tits.
Kimberly adjusted he shoulders to bring his gaze to hers but Willard was carried by her smart chest that pushed to the front despite her aristocratic look. "I understand this could mean your establishment a lot sir..."
"Booth please," he corrected, lifting his eyes for the very first time. They held their stares for a few seconds, maintaining the silence that wasn't permitted and she had lost count of everything she was saying once their eyes met.
"What I was saying was that if you give me this loan, you may not need to get a collateral for it because I will be settling here in Texas to do my business."
"I see," he said mildly. "What is the sort of business that will require one thousand dollars?"
"I'm into show biz..." She said, emitting a timid smile.
"Show biz?" He repeated.
"It's been hard getting a job in New York and I had asked Martha to..." She said and then stopped, noticing he had been scratching his forehead in thoughts. Something seemed to cloud his mind and she wouldn't bother to help if it wasn't going to be offensive. She sat quietly and waited for him to come around but it had seemed to take eternity for him to come back to earth. "Booth?" she muffled with her beady brown eyes that dashed a look that pricked Booth in some ways. He would never admit it but she was perfect.
The sort of girl with soft words and a brilliant smile unlike the whores he'd been bring to his house. "Mr. Booth," she called out again.
"Yes, yes I'm right here..." he said. "It's been a rough week please forgive my manners."
"If there is nothing more to say my good sir," she said, fanning her soft dark cheeks with feathery eye lashes that shadowed on the surface of her eyelids. She was heavenly and he didn't have to go out of line to make her see that. One thing was sure, she was always going to stick around.
"May I suggest an alternative for you to make some quick cash?" Booth said.
"An alternative?" she asked.
"To work at the ranch," he remarked. "At my ranch and I'll pay you two hundred dollars per month," he added.
"Two hundred dollars is a generous offer sir but I am looking at bills, and rents to cater for..."
"You don't need to worry about that...Mrs. Jones," he curtsied.
"Kimberly would do just fine Booth," she corrected, blocking his gaze as though she could hear the things he said within his mind.
"I give my employees a roof over their heads and sometimes food... But that's not the point why I'm bringing this up," he said.
"We're looking at working for a very long time to have saved a thousand dollars Booth," she responded with an air of acquaintance. She naturally would keep her distance and state her business but they had drifted from loaning the money Martha had initiated to getting a job. She found it odd but romantic at the same time, to be talking freely with a man she was meeting for the first time and he was offering help.
"When you look at time as a money making factor, you will fail to see your true potentials in any business," he remarked with an appealing smile that cracked through his face.
"I was hoping to--,"
"Oh please don't get me wrong please," He interrupted. He'd anticipated where she was driving at and he wouldn't stand to tell a grown up how to run her life.
"No, no..." She blushed, sweeping the few strands of hair that leaked to her face. "It's a wonderful idea but..."
"But you're running out of time opening your new business..." He said, studying the faint lines that emerged on her face. They told an unlikely story she had been undergoing and with that, his curiosity grew over her agenda. "You look worried," he said.
"It's nothing really," Kimberly managed a smile that didn't climb to her eyes. She wished she could confide in some one but telling another man her story might just be as useless as the thought itself. She didn't intend to portray such a disconcerting countenance and the one thing she was sure of was his nice ways. "Can I ask you something personal Booth?"
"Oh please," he gasped, leaning back in his comfortable chair and staring straight into her eyes. She held the key to making him settle and if she could only accept his offer... His thoughts meddled with her voice and he'd failed to hear a word of what she'd said. "Oh, my manners again..." he jested, causing Kimberly to smile. It seemed to be her very first, with a man and speaking of which, she would hardly remember when she had such a friendly encounter with a man who was going to help her an some ways without taking advantage of her. Willard's warm advise had put her to think deeply on how to go about pursuing a career of her dreams and before they ended their chat session, she had made up her mind to serve at his ranch.
"What was the question you wanted to ask me?" Willard asked.
"Oh, never mind,: she responded, taking a step out of his office and turning to gratify his kindness with a warm smile.
"I must confess I haven’t talked to any woman like this my whole life," he said, emitting the blue sparks from his beady eyes that induced lewd thoughts on Kimberly's mind.
"You're a charming conversation partner to be a boss sir," she jested with a partial wink.
"Oh, come off it, you can always call me Booth remember?"
"Yes, Booth." She had decided with him to take up the job at his ranch for the salary he had proposed and while she stood in front of his door, waiting for him dismiss her, they held on to another moment of studious stares. To him, she might be the perfect woman to ease his soft heart when it came to matters of love but he wouldn't be so sure as Joan Beckley showed up from the elevator and marched majestically towards them. The shock was eminent on his face and at that note, he gave a partial bow and wore the official countenance as though Joan had been one of her clients.
When Kimberly retired home that evening, her only thoughts were plunged in Willard, his gentleness and open mind had made her to change certain views about men. She would start work the following morning and having little to say other than the new job she had won at the billionaire's ranch, she hurried to bed and left Martha with her paper work. Too many thoughts clouded her mind but she could get some peace of mind now that she had a well paying job and a free home, even though she wondered what it had looked like, she still preferred to keep the details from Martha.
At eight the following morning, she was the first to be on the site at Willard's estate. It was an expansive piece of land with a few camp houses at the far end that didn't seem to go with what she had imagined. Willard rode later that morning in his new Jaguar sports, dressed in a perfect suite that fitted neatly over his shoulders. "Good morning bright girl," he called out. "Bright day uh?"
"Couldn't have picked a better one," she responded, throwing her glance at the camp houses that stretched to the back of the vast land.
"You know, I often come here to meditate," he said. "Sometimes only," he added and when their eyes met, they chuckled in laughter. It felt good coming around her and even as it was only the second time they were meeting in hours, she had started growing fond of him with a certain amount of passion she readily denied herself.
"You do yoga?" she asked.
"Far from that," he remarked. "I am a thinker and sometimes, having a quiet time alone is worth the call."
"That's easy to tell from your way of talking."
She couldn't help noticing him every now and then at his window, whenever she set out on the ranch to do some work. While she took it that he was just being the kindhearted fellow who cared about an ebony woman of her sort, she had sensed an inner spur to share the more intimate moments with the jet set. His social life was never made public and that was the life style for most of them who'd assumed the responsibilities of being a billionaire. The sun had burned her to the core and she hadn't noticed him standing under a tree in his humble observation.
The sweat that dribbled from her pores had clipped her robe to her skin and all that mass that carved on the most sensitive parts of her lustrous body came out in an undulating urge. When she got a glimpse of him, she felt happy to have had him stay under the tree and watched while she worked. "I was thinking," Willard started, looking left and right to make sure no one knew he was there with her. "I was thinking of an increase."
"I don't get the point my good man," she responded, meeting him under the tree and stretching her willowy body on the light mesh of dry grass that covered the earth right beneath the tree. She had been taking care of the stock that came from the farm but when Willard had seen the hard work she had put on the ranch and he had come down to make her a proposition, which would have been damned to reject.
"I want you to oversee the ranch," he said.
"What does that entail?" He gave a shallow smile and then looked around at the vast plane of his possession.
"This means that you will have to update me daily on what is happening on this farm..." He started, bringing his gaze back at Kimberly and managing a smile under the burning sun. "And you have the freedom of choosing one of those..." He pointed at the most magnificent courtyards across the ranch. "There's a flat that can suit if you want," he said, taking a vivid glance at her chest and then her hips that had puffed by the sided of her slender soft thighs.
"This is going beyond you just being kind to me Booths," she remarked yet hanging on to a smile of gratitude.
"You've proven worthy of my trust and friendship most of all," he said, taking a step forward and trying to block their gaze such that he could air his mind as to how he felt about her. "I'll be hosting a party at my place tonight and I would love you to be there."
"Oh Booth," she cried out, looking down at her soaked robe and wanting to give an excuse.
"I insist," he stamped mildly. "Besides, Martha will be there too."
"It ain't just about Martha you know," she protested, wanting him to understand that they were to maintain a strictly professional relationship. He took out a bill fold and slashed out a few dollar bills.
"This might get you a new dress in town..." He said, holding his hand in the air for her to take the money. Kimberly drew closer and folded the money back in his hand, looking straight in his eyes with the watery eyes of love that she wasn't able to control at this time.
"I'll use the money I saved if I have to attend this grand feast Booth," she said as though she wanted to whisper the words. It was only natural how she spoke gutturally and when she had made her point clear, she thanked him for giving her the exceptional opportunity of overseeing at his ranch.
"Kimberly," Willard called out as she turned to leave. "Please, be there," he softened but she had nothing to answer. She wouldn't be making any assurances to the man who'd opted to help her by making her work for it. In six months, she would have made enough savings to start up her company in the show biz but if she didn't have this money, would she have been thinking this way? She felt as though she owed him a thank you prayer but it was never necessary. Booth had everything he wanted, cars, food, gorgeous houses and women. A man his standards was supposed to own a boat but it was nonetheless her concern. She preferred to focus on her new life and stay clear of love issues.
She had tried several party gowns she had come to Texas with and to the best of her ability, none was the perfect fit for such a rich party. Perhaps her coming to Texas had meant more trouble for her, she thought. After several attempts to get the right fit, she gave up, throwing the last gown at the corner and nestling on her bed with her mind, settled on the fact that she wasn't going to attend the party. She didn't care how Willard would feel. "He will have plenty of women at the party..." She mumbled, raking a hand through her bunchy hair and resting her head upon her pillow to rest. Why was she thinking about Willard so strongly all of a sudden? she thought. He probably has a wife and a ton of mistresses.
Those thoughts took her off balance and she had lost track of time. She heard footsteps that stemmed towards her door and then a gentle but authoritative knock on the door. With her heart pounding greatly, she knew it was Willard. She went to the door and peeped through the tiny peep hole to confirm her guess. "Lord no!" She gasped the moment she saw Willard standing in front of her door dressed in a fitting tuxedo suite. What was she going to tell him? she thought and again, there were no answers to the many questions that jabbed in and out f her mind. She had preferred to be an ordinary employee until she could start with what she had planned.
"Hello," she said, leaving the door half opened and trying at her best to avoid his eyes.
"I knew you were never going to come," said Willard. She gave a little space and ushered him to get in. She paced slowly toward her dressing cupboard and grabbed a lace material, which she hung over her shoulders as though it would cover the rest of her body that printed on the fin transparent lace robe she had worn to sleep. "You were about going to bed?"
"I don't just know how to start telling you how sorry I am for--,"
"You don't need to apologize Kimberly," Willard said with a partial smile that depicted disdain. He glanced at her thighs for a short while and when their eyes met, he felt his head floating through the space that gaped the both of them. She thought of all those other men in New York and wondered if Willard was going to be the same. Something about the way he cut in between her speech gave her the right spurs to take up the challenge and feel like a woman once again.
"I truly am sorry," she whispered, not realizing her head also drifted towards his and while they studied each other with the passions that burned within them, their lips met involuntarily. She munched the lower pulp of his lips with so much appetites, clawing through his jacket until her hand came to rest over his belt. He had engulfed her fully in his shoulders and with his hands gliding down her back gently, he grabbed the soft masses of her butts and squashed ever so gently.
Her breathing intensified as he reached another hand over her boobs and pressed tenderly. "Oh yeah," she gasped in moans of an extraordinary delight. His shirt went off, her flair robe did same and while she struggled with the belt around his waist, he combed through her hair with both hands, waiting patiently for her to perform the magic. She too her time to unshackle the buckle on his belt and with one fanciful pull, she brought his shaft to the cold moist air that was cooking hot in her little apartment.
"Oh, Kim," Willard moaned, swinging his hips to free them from his trousers. She slipped the rod gently into her warm moist mouth and then sucked the length through to his balls a few times. Her moans meddled with the chomping noise of his shaft jabbing into her mouth the more vigorously. He bent her over and twiddled the surface if her clitoris that had soaked with the nectar of her anxiety. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah, yes there Booth..." She squirmed, tossing her butts from one end of the bed to the other.
The gentle breeze that flushed in, spiced the elation they had inspired and to make the moment last, he went down with his tongue, spreading the soft pulps of her labia with both thumbs and fiddling with his tongue, over the soft moist pulp of her pussy. She spread both legs apart, feeding him with the sweet slimy nectar that oozed gradually from her little paradise pussy, and at climax, she started speaking in tongues.
"Boo! Fuck my pussy c'mon," she kept moaning and swirling her butts to the rhythm of his twiddling tongue. It was his unique strategy, to make the difference; from all the men she had been with before him. When the time was right, he readied his shaft with one hand and then speared through the tight hole that clenched against his fat rod as it slipped gently inside her pussy. Her breathing stopped for a moment, eyes closed and mouth open, she let out soft moans of excitement. She was out of control and the more he wriggled , the sweeter it got. "Fuck me babe," she cried out, pressing both legs against his butts for him to remain inside.
"Your pussy tastes so good baby," Willard exclaimed.
"Oh yeah! Ooo!" She grumbled, supporting the jabs from beneath and clawing his chest as he fucked the hell out of her pussy. He hopped out all of a sudden and went feral with the doggy style. shooting his shaft from the back, he rod from behind until she was out of air, out of real words that made any sense. It was hard to tell when they could stop as the moment kept inspiring them to kill the orgasm and maintain the pace. He was smart and cautious, just the way she wanted it and at the interval when they could bear the anxiety no more, she whooped in agitation, twiddling a hand over her clitoris and sending the other hand to grab his balls such that they both came out at the same time.
He held still while she rubbed her slender warm fingers over his balls and in no time, the pap of their licentiousness leaked out of her pussy, streaming down through her soft dry laps. "Oh my God that was crazy Booth," she gasped, fighting with her breath and staring at him as though she could stand another round with the rancher.
"That was Hmm!" Willard exclaimed, taking her in his arms and causing her to drape her willowy body over his as they both rested to catch their breath. "Did you like it?"
"I loved it," she said, dotting a gentle kiss on his lips and wondering what the aftermath of their act would lead to. He could tell from the ale look in her eyes and with a smile of assurances, he dotted a kiss on her lips.
"I've never had the chance to tell any woman I love you," he said, staring into her eyes and forgetting how he was supposed to be at the party ground talking with the high personality invitees. It had proven to be the best thing that had happened to the both of them and somehow, they were ready to make that confession even as they knew very little about each other. "I love you..." Willard said, stroking a gentle thumb over her soft dark cheek.
"I love you baby..." She managed timidly.