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Business Studies 02
By Katzmarek
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Author's Note.
This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
without the author's express permission in writing.
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Part 2
I regard Nick in a completely different way now. After last night
he's become, well, like a sexual person, y'know. It's hard to
describe.
He's risen before me and is getting the kids organised for school
and stuff.
Whe he sees me he smiles and tells me how grateful he is to me for
babysitting at such short notice. I bet he is! No mention of last
night at all.
I have to go home to and change and I tell him I'll be back promptly
at 9.
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I have a lot of determination, that's why I do really well at
school. I think I get my competitive streak from my parents, they're
both very committed in everything they do.
I want Nick to see me as a woman, not a child. A grown up woman with
boobs and hips and everything else.
I actually wear a 34D bra but I often hide my bust with billowy
tops. I don't like the boys at school ogling me like they do my
friend Angela. My skirts are always long and loose. I guess I look
like a sunday school teacher.
My dark hair is always tied back from my face in a ponytail and I'm
definitely a 'sensible shoes' person.
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When I return home, I ask my mum if I can look through her wardrobe
for something to wear. I tell her I need to look nice in case I meet
some of Nick's clients.
I pick out this 'off the shoulder' number that comes up just above
the knee. It's quite tight and hugs my hips and bottom. I choose some
nice shoes and finish myself off with a little make-up. My hair is
loose and I use a little hair spray to keep it in place.
At 9 I slip back over next door. I knock and go right in.
Nick's in the lounge putting on his shirt. He stares at me for a
moment then says, a little flustered,
"What, is it 9 already? Sorry I'm running a little late."
"It's alright, go right ahead."
Hmm, I get a glimpse of his chest as he puts on his shirt. Nice
muscles, not too much, just right! My nipples tingle a little.
I have a sudden flash of our chests sliding together, my breasts
flattening against him.
"You've dressed up today," I'm shaken from my reverie.
"Um, yes, more businesslike don't you think?" I manage to say.
"Yes, yes... much more, excuse me," he says going back to his
bedroom to finish dressing.
We are to inspect more properies today and to go 'location hunting.'
This, Nick describes, as 'market research.' Cruising the city and
countryside observing the developments taking place and looking for
new opportunities.
My dress rides up to mid-thigh in the car, I see Nick giving me
little sidelong glances. So he notices, I'm pleased!
At one point I stand close to him as he sketches out a little plan
to extend a house.
"See, that bit of land off to the side can't really be used for
anything," he tells me, "now if you push that side room out and turn
it into the lounge, see? Maybe put in some French doors, here, then
some big picture windows on that side..."
I watch his hand dance the pencil over the pad, fascinated. I press
against his shoulder to see, perhaps a bit closer than I need to but
he doesn't pull away.
He jots down some costings underneath the sketch.
"... about 20 metres of Cedar siding... $400 each for the windows,
fitted... 11 to 12 grand plus some landscaping."
He shows me the book Real Estate Agents use to evaluate property. It
displays recent sales in the area and gives a fair idea of the
house's current market value. It's interesting stuff.
Nick factors in the cost of his improvements and comes to his
'bottom line.'
"$112,000 would be my top offer for that place," he says, "they've
listed at $118,000 so I think if we put in an offer at $95,000 to
begin with..."
"Why don't you just say,' this is my top offer, take it or leave
it,' and cut out all the bullshit?" I ask.
"Convention I guess. And they might take a bit less, of course,
which means I can do a bit more to the place and get a higher price.
C'mon, lets go talk to that agent."
He touches me lightly on the shoulder, but this time I don't jump
and he leaves it there for a little longer. I smile at him and he
grins back.
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The day was mostly spent out in the field, driving around in the
Daimler.
Nick told me you must always 'look the business.' First impressions
ARE important and if people can SEE you are successful then they
assume you know what you're talking about. Vendors are inclined to
accept that their property IS only the value you quote.
He also told me you can't let that be an excuse to rip people off,
however. News travels and soon no-one will want to have any dealings
with you.
"Integrity is the best selling point," he told me.
I put that down at the bottom of my notes.
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I am getting along well with Nick, I think he likes me. Today I felt
almost like his PA. He makes sure, when he introduces me, that people
believe I'm part of his 'team,' not just a student. He makes me feel
important.
I wonder if he has a permanent job for me? Perhaps I could work for
him part-time next year while I attend university? I'll put it to him
later.
Nick wants me to babysit again for him this Friday! I'm excited but
apprehensive as well, now I know that he has a girlfriend. Will it be
a repeat of last night?
I picture them arriving home at three in the morning and making love
right next to my wall again.
I feel excited by the prospect of hearing the noises of their
lovemaking, imagining myself in his bed, but it also emphasises the
fact that I'm not his, and probably never will be. The passion of a
date followed by regret in the morning.
Who am I kidding anyway? What do I know about sex, besides the
mechanics? My practical experience being a quick fumble up my dress
and wanking some guy under a tree! How could I please a man like Nick?
I've seen the porn channel late at night on TV. They have a hard
core one and a soft core and I think they're both ridiculous. The
situations are just not real, the dialogue pathetic and the women all
have cosmetic implants. For the first 5 minutes I want to laugh but
by the 6th I want to turn it over to the cartoons.
The 'sex' is always the same. She 'goes down,' on him, he licks her
then they fuck for about 20 minutes. I'm like going,' oh for Christ's
sake have a cigarette why don't you!'
I suppose if anything, I like to see the guy's dick. I've become a
bit of a connosseur of men's appendages. They look nice all hard and
urgent, but I'm not sure I'd want to put one in my mouth. I mean,
they pee through it! It would taste all yucky wouldn't it?
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Friday night and I again raid Mum's wardrobe. Mum said that it was
about time I got some new clothes for myself, that way she'd know
half of her's weren't in the wash!
I put on a tight top and some 'hip huggers.' I think my boobs are
growing bigger than my mother's. I don't remember hers being quite so
pronounced when she wears this top.
I don't think I'll need silicon.
Mum wonders why I'm spending so much time getting ready. She asks me
if I'm sneaking off on a date!
"I've just decided to improve my look," I tell her, but I don't
think she's convinced.
"Are you sure you're not expecting some company over there? she asks
with a wink.
I smile back at her, maybe a little enigmatically. She probably
thinks I've got a secret lover, mums are funny sometimes.
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Nick certainly notices me this time! He can't help talking to my
chest. I hope I haven't gone a bit overboard.
He seems a little flustered, forgetting things and stumbling over a
few words.
"Are you alright?" I ask him innocently.
"Sorry," he replies, "It's a long story... complicated."
"Oh?"
Maybe it's not me making him nervous after all.
"Yes," he goes on, " just some things are happening I didn't
expect... and I'm not sure I need right now."
"Really? You just seem... so in command of yourself," I tell him.
"Yes... well..."
He sits down for a moment.
"I don't really want to go out tonight," he says, "I'm not sure I'm
ready for... what will probably happen."
He sucks in his breath and continues.
"My ex-wife is suddenly back in the picture."
"Really! Is that who..." I say without thinking.
"The other night," he says, "you heard us?"
"Not really," I start gabbling, "I did hear some voices... that's
all."
"Sorry we woke you. We tried not to disturb..."
"No you didn't... I mean... " I subside.
"Well, she's back in the picture but I don't know for how long. I
can't forget how she..."
"I thought she ran away with a... with someone?"
"A bulldozer driver?" he corrects me, smiling at my discomfort, "
yes, one of my contractors, but it didn't last. Then she moved on to
a cop for a few weeks. She always has to have someone, you see,
someone to tell her that she's an ok person. She's terrified of being
alone."
"So does she want to get back with you?" my mouth is dry, my tongue
thick.
"Mores the point, do I want her back? I don't want to be a truck
stop."
"So can't you tell her to go away?"
"It's not that easy, Tee. I still love her and she know's it. She
knows how to get around me and I find it hard to stop myself."
"Nick, I'm sorry. It must be hard."
His eyes are moist. He stands up and I go to him quite spontaneously
and put out my arms.
"Hug?"
He folds me into his body and holds me tight. My arms go around his
back and I pull him hard against my chest. I'm almost crying myself.
For a moment I detect a lump in his trousers, just below my tummy.
It feels a bit warmer than the rest of his body. I feel excited and I
don't want to let him go.
He slowly pushes me away and then kisses me on the lips! Ok, just a
chaste, friendly-type kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. My head spins, my
lips burn with the sensation and my nipples are stiff and aching from
the contact.
"You're a good kid," he tells me.
'Kid!' I'm hurt. I don't want to be 'a good kid!' I feel my tears
welling up. Nick notices.
"What's wrong? I'm sorry to bring you down. It's my problem and I
shouldn't burden you with it."
I walk back to the sofa, hiding my face.
"No, it's not that. I'm glad you're able to share that with me," I
tell him, "I'm just reacting to 'kid,' I don't want to be a 'kid.'"
"Oops, put my foot in it again, sorry," he apologises, "I didn't
mean it like that. In fact, I've enjoyed this last week with you.
You're a bright kid, I mean, girl, woman, teenager, shit! What DO you
like to be called?"
"Woman sounds nice."
"Woman then, it's ok with me."
The damn bursts and I'm crying. All my pent up feelings suddenly
reach the surface and I can't help myself, it's so stupid!
Nick come across, puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around
to face him.
"What's the matter, Tee?"
I shake my head and bury my face in his chest.
"Maybe I'd better call her and break the date. You're in no state to
look after kids."
"No, no, it's alright, I'm just being silly," I tell him, "go and
meet her, just... just be careful, ok?"
"Sure, sure," he looks puzzled, "if you're certain you're ok..."
"Yes, go!"
'God,' I think, ' men can be SO dumb, all men, no matter how nice.'
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I'm awake when they get home. In fact I've only really had snatchs
of sleep, I'm so keyed up.
I've thought about how I can help Nick with his problem. I know it's
really stupid and it's up to Nick to sort out his life, but I can't
help myself.
So when I hear the doors closing I get up and put on my dressing
gown. The light is on in the lounge, dimmed down, and Nick is
clinking about in the kitchen. His ex-wife is standing looking out
the big windows at the city lights.
"You should move that tree Nick, you'd get a view clear out to the
point," she calls, in a hushed voice.
"Yeah I know," Nick returns with a couple of glasses, "I'm kind of
fond of that old beech. It would be a hell of a job moving it, and
expensive!"
"You've always got your mind on your wallet!"
They stand together with their drinks, looking out of the windows. I
make a noise and they both turn around.
"Sorry Tee, did we wake you?" Nick asks, uncomfortably.
"Whose this?" his ex asks, irritably. I guess I'm spoiling her
seduction scene, pity!
"Tee, this is Rachael," and then to his ex-wife, " Beatie lives next
door and babysits for me now and again."
"That's nice of you Beatie," Rachael says to me, a little
sarcastically I thought, "does Nick pay you well?"
"Enough," I tell her.
I gather it's some ongoing little joke between them, Nicks tight-
fistedness, I think.
"I'm sorry we woke you up!" she goes on, "I suppose you can go home
now we're home!"
'The bitch!' I thought, 'WE'RE HOME, like this is still HER house!'
"C'mon Rach'," Nick says, "it's 2 in the morning!"
"Well you could walk her next door..."
"Rachael! I'm not sending her home at this time of night, ok? I said
she could stay the night and..."
"That's more then what you said to me!" Rachael snaps back.
"Don't start..."
"Look!" I interrupt, "maybe I should go..."
"NO!," shouts Nick, "you can't come here and start re-organising my
life, Rachael. You don't have that right anymore, remember?"
I'm rooted to the spot, I don't know what to do. They're going to
have a fight right in front of me as if I'm not here!
"You can be such a prick sometimes!" she says.
"What! Excuse me! who took off with Ben? Without a word to your
kids, or me and..." he says.
I back slowly out of the room and back to the spare room. I listen
to the shouting, it lasts for about 10 minutes before the slamming of
the back door signals her departure.
I open the door again and peek into the lounge. Nick is pacing
around like a caged lion.
"Nick, I'm sorry if I caused..." I start to say in a small voice.
He sees me and shakes his head,
"Nothing to do with you... it's her... she's just so..."
He's at a lost for words, he's trying to express something with his
hands instead.
"Impossible," he eventually says, "she takes no responsibility
for... for... anything!"
"I see!"
"No concept... like everything can be made right between the sheets."
I know I'm blushing at his allusion, I can't help it.
"I'm so sorry, " Nick collects himself, "this is none of your
business. I shouldn't bring you into this mess."
"It's ok," I tell him, " if you want someone to talk to... " I shrug
my shoulders, "I'll listen."
"You're volunteering to be my counsellor now?" he says with a little
laugh, " I wonder what you're going to hit me up for, $25 an hour?"
"She said you were stingy!" I tell him.
"Jesus! that's rich! I tell you something about Rachael. She's never
had a job in her life! Daddy paid until she could find some poor
sucker to bankroll her lifestyle. I bet she's got some guy in the
shadows paying her bills, even now!"
"So why do you put up with it?"
"For all the usual reasons I suppose," he tells me with a sigh, "
y'know, pretty face, great body, dresses well and very keen between
the, you-know-what."
"Is that all that matters?" I ask, perhaps a little rudely.
"At the time I guess... Well I'll know better next time, won't I?"
"It's funny," I heard myself saying, "I feel a bit like that. Like
I'm chasing shadows all the time. When I try to embrace it, there's
just no substance there."
Gosh, I thought that sounded deep!
"That sounds very '2 am in the morning,' stuff," he laughs,
"patience, brings it's own reward, so I'm told!"
"Patience and low cunning, my mum always told me."
At that he laughs out loud.
"Oh that's a good one," he says, "smart woman, your mother."
"Yes, I think that will be the title of my autobiography," I say to
Nick, somewhat unguardedly.
"Really? I see plenty of patience perhaps, but low cunning? Am I
missing something here?"
I feel suddenly out of my depth. Just what is Nick thinking? What
does he suspect? Hmm, maybe I'm just reading too much into it.
"Nothing," I say, breezily, "I'm just a simple High School girl."
"Simple? I know that's not true. Girl? I'm not sure about that
either."
He looks me up and down, a quizzical look on his face. I shiver from
the attention.
"I'm a little drunk," Nick tells me, "I think I'd better be off to
bed. Gotta do a few things in the morning."
"Ok," I reply, nervously. I'm aware of the tension zinging around
the room.
"Thank you for listening to me rave," he says as he passes me.
"Hug?" I blurt out impulsively.
"Sure."
And he takes me in his arms for a cuddle. As he holds me tight I'm
again aware of the lump in his trousers, the smell of his aftershave,
the warmth of him.
He bends to give me a little kiss. This time his lips stay awhile
and begin to move against mine.
I feel this burst of feeling towards him. I don't want to move from
this spot, from this position, and I don't want his lips to move away.
The kiss goes on. The hard lump presses hot and burning into my
lower tummy area. It terrifies, yet excites me at the same time.
'Where is this going? Does he want sex with me? Will I be ok? Will I
be able to please him?' Questions crowd into my consciousness.
Suddenly he pulls away leaving my mouth still puckered, like a space
station airlock after the shuttle has just left.
"Um... better go," Nick says, but stays, his arms still resting on
my shoulders.
I nod in reply. He's still staring at me with a funny look. I notice
his breathing quicken.
He turns me slowly towards my room with a hand on the small of my
back. When we get to my door I say goodnight looking at him
expectantly.
"G'night," he replies and kisses me again.
This time his mouth opens and I open mine in response. He presses me
against the wall, his hand is in my hair behind my head. My tongue
touches his, he leans into me, his left thigh pushes in between my
legs.
His other hand is busy too, inside my nightgown and over the thin
material of my pyjama top. It lingers on the top of my bottom then
snakes it's way up my side to rest on my left breast.
Rest? Well not exactly! His thumb is lightly rubbing my nipple while
his fingertips explore the swell of it. God, I feel so horny.
'So what do I do now?' I think, 'I wish there was a guidebook for
this or something!'
I remember that boy in the park, and his response when I touched his
penis.
'Maybe Nick is waiting for me to...'
I make a decision and move my hand down to the front of his
trousers. It's pointing sideways towards his hip and it's VERY hard!
I rub my palm along it and he jumps back.
"No, I can't do this!" he says desperately.
I'm looking at him in shock, not knowing what to say.
'Did I do wrong?' I ask myself.
"I'm sorry Tee, this is wrong. I shouldn't have kissed you like that
I... I don't know what came over me."
"I'm sorry..." I tell him.
I can feel a flood of tears well up behind my eyes. I try to stop
them but they come nevertheless.
"No... Tee, Tee. Don't cry! I didn't mean... "
"But I did!" I tell him and scoot into my room and close the door.
I throw myself down on the bed and sob into the pillow. After a
while I can hear Nick go into his room and close the door.
I am SO confused. I just did what I thought Nick wanted. How could I
have got everything so wrong? I wish people would just share their
feelings without all the bullshit! God life would be SO much easier.
Ok, he was drunk and emotionally vulnerable, I get that now. I
picked up the wrong signals and blew it, I've got that too. Now I've
told him I meant for all of this to happen! Except of course it was
going to end differently.
I'm such a fool. Patience and low cunning? Huh!
Katzmarek (C)
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