Chapter 2: Three's Company
Summary: Court is summoned to NY
"Ohh baby!" Miranda Willams moaned out loud.
Court Reynolds lay on top of her and began thrusting with all his might. Her thighs clenched him tighter in between them and Court knew she was close. Now it was time for him to summon up something in his mind to help him cum, because lord knows it wasn't going to happend on its own. Just when he was able to summon up an erotic pitcure in his mind a loud crash came from the room downstairs from them.
"What the fuck!" Miranda exclaimed in annoyance and pushed Court off from on top of her. "God damn servants!" She said in annoyance and reached for her silk robe and threw it on her. "They can't do anything right!" She muttered to herself and stormed out of the room.
Court laid in the bed until he heard her yelling come from downstairs. Only when was he sure Miranda was safely downstairs did he jump from the bed and run into the bathroom and start the shower. He couldn't wait until Mirands'a scent was washed from him. She smelled like a perfume store and the scent made Court sick everytime he took a whiff. Granted for an older woman, Miranda wasn't that bad looking, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he was forced to become an older woman's plaything. He really had no choice, after his father kicked him out of the house he really had no means to support himself. Court was expected to be handed a job on a silver platter and when that wasn't going to happend then he had to make use of the only thing he had going for him and that was his handsome bland face.
Just as he pulled his pants on did Mirande come back to the room muttering about incompetent servants. "You're dressed already?" Miranda asked in suprise.
"Yeah," Court said and smiled at her "It's time you left for work anyway."
"Yeah I know." Miranda agreed and reached into her pocket and pulled out an envenlope. "This came for you." She said accusingly and shot Court a dirty look. "Kindly please in the future don't give out my address like you live here." Miranda lectured.
Court gritted his teeth and nodded his head. "Sorry." He muttered. Actually he didn't give out the adrdress to anyone, it's not like he wanted to brag that he was screwing an old bag like Miranda anyway.
Court shoved the envenlope into his pocket. There was no way in hell he would open it up with Miranda still here. The bitch was as nosy as hell and Court did not want her knowing anything about him other then what he told her.
"I left a list of chores on the night table." Miranda instructed when she emerged fully dressed. "Oh and please tell the cook to make nothing heavy for dinner tonight."
Mirands considered being her errand boy a a small price to pay for living in her mansion and her paying all the bills. She never considered what a hardship it was having to screw her everynight it was. Court figured just for doing that alone he should be granted special privleges. But Miranda did not become the success she was by letting people get a free ride with her.
"Did you hear me?" She snapped at Court.
Court looked over at her and somehow managed to stifle his need to strangle her. "Whatever you say." He said and grinned at her. "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
Miranda giggled and ran into Court's open arms. "Of course, my hunk of a man." She said. "Mmmmmmmmm." She moaned when Court pressed his mouth against hers.
Court reached under her skirt and gave her an ass a squeeze. "See ya later baby." Court said adoringly at her when he broke free from her kiss.
Miranda blew a kiss over at him and left the room. Only then did Court drop the smile and breathed a sigh of relief. When Court heard Miranda's car pull out of the driveway he reached into his pocket and pulled out the envenlope. He stared at it curiously wondering who sent this to him. His name and Miranda's address was neatly typed on the front, but there was no return address. Intruiged, Court ripped it open and out fell a letter typed on company letterhead. When Court saw the name on top of the letter a small shiver of fear ran through him. It was a private investigator's name and address. At first it was someone Miranda hired and the investigator followed Court and knew about him romps with Mirands'a maid Maria. But as he read the letter his fears were dissolved, but his curiosity piqued. Inside was a letter summoning him to New York. All his time in California, Court hated every minute of it. Sure it was sunny here, but he missed the hustle and bustle of the NY. How soon could he come to New York the letter asked. Try now!
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Kathryn loved times like this. They were very rare but when they happend Kathryn stopped to notice them. The phones weren't ringing, noone was rushing in and clamoring for her attention. Ahhh! It was such a relief to have times like this. Kathryn got up from her desk and looked out the picture window behind her. She could see the whole city from this window and rarely had time to admire the bueatiful view. She should call Sebastian to come and have lunch her. They rarely saw each other and a private moment like that would be nice. She would do it Kathryn decided and reached over to the phone on top of her desk. Just when she placed her hand on top of the phone, her office door burst open and a frantic receptionist looked in.
"Frank just quit and we have clients coming in five minutes!" The receptionist decalered in quite the frenzy.
"Can't someone else handle it?" Kathryn asked not bothering to hide her annoyance.
"No, noone else knows the system besides you."
Kathryn sighed with annyoyance. It always seemed everything turned to shit when she needed the time free. Kathryn shot her wndow a regretful look and followed the receptionist out her office.
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The minute Court stepped foot into Newark Airport Terminal he felt at home. Even though it wasn't quite NY it was close enough and he was home! After stepping off the airplane he looked for the man that he was instructed too. Sure enough he found a small looking man holding up the card that displayed his name. Court walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"I'm Court Reynolds." He announced to the man.
The man looked him over and his face broke into a welcoming smile. "Welcome home Mr. Reynolds."
"Thank you," Court said politely. "It's good to be home."
"Ohh baby!" Miranda Willams moaned out loud.
Court Reynolds lay on top of her and began thrusting with all his might. Her thighs clenched him tighter in between them and Court knew she was close. Now it was time for him to summon up something in his mind to help him cum, because lord knows it wasn't going to happend on its own. Just when he was able to summon up an erotic pitcure in his mind a loud crash came from the room downstairs from them.
"What the fuck!" Miranda exclaimed in annoyance and pushed Court off from on top of her. "God damn servants!" She said in annoyance and reached for her silk robe and threw it on her. "They can't do anything right!" She muttered to herself and stormed out of the room.
Court laid in the bed until he heard her yelling come from downstairs. Only when was he sure Miranda was safely downstairs did he jump from the bed and run into the bathroom and start the shower. He couldn't wait until Mirands'a scent was washed from him. She smelled like a perfume store and the scent made Court sick everytime he took a whiff. Granted for an older woman, Miranda wasn't that bad looking, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he was forced to become an older woman's plaything. He really had no choice, after his father kicked him out of the house he really had no means to support himself. Court was expected to be handed a job on a silver platter and when that wasn't going to happend then he had to make use of the only thing he had going for him and that was his handsome bland face.
Just as he pulled his pants on did Mirande come back to the room muttering about incompetent servants. "You're dressed already?" Miranda asked in suprise.
"Yeah," Court said and smiled at her "It's time you left for work anyway."
"Yeah I know." Miranda agreed and reached into her pocket and pulled out an envenlope. "This came for you." She said accusingly and shot Court a dirty look. "Kindly please in the future don't give out my address like you live here." Miranda lectured.
Court gritted his teeth and nodded his head. "Sorry." He muttered. Actually he didn't give out the adrdress to anyone, it's not like he wanted to brag that he was screwing an old bag like Miranda anyway.
Court shoved the envenlope into his pocket. There was no way in hell he would open it up with Miranda still here. The bitch was as nosy as hell and Court did not want her knowing anything about him other then what he told her.
"I left a list of chores on the night table." Miranda instructed when she emerged fully dressed. "Oh and please tell the cook to make nothing heavy for dinner tonight."
Mirands considered being her errand boy a a small price to pay for living in her mansion and her paying all the bills. She never considered what a hardship it was having to screw her everynight it was. Court figured just for doing that alone he should be granted special privleges. But Miranda did not become the success she was by letting people get a free ride with her.
"Did you hear me?" She snapped at Court.
Court looked over at her and somehow managed to stifle his need to strangle her. "Whatever you say." He said and grinned at her. "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
Miranda giggled and ran into Court's open arms. "Of course, my hunk of a man." She said. "Mmmmmmmmm." She moaned when Court pressed his mouth against hers.
Court reached under her skirt and gave her an ass a squeeze. "See ya later baby." Court said adoringly at her when he broke free from her kiss.
Miranda blew a kiss over at him and left the room. Only then did Court drop the smile and breathed a sigh of relief. When Court heard Miranda's car pull out of the driveway he reached into his pocket and pulled out the envenlope. He stared at it curiously wondering who sent this to him. His name and Miranda's address was neatly typed on the front, but there was no return address. Intruiged, Court ripped it open and out fell a letter typed on company letterhead. When Court saw the name on top of the letter a small shiver of fear ran through him. It was a private investigator's name and address. At first it was someone Miranda hired and the investigator followed Court and knew about him romps with Mirands'a maid Maria. But as he read the letter his fears were dissolved, but his curiosity piqued. Inside was a letter summoning him to New York. All his time in California, Court hated every minute of it. Sure it was sunny here, but he missed the hustle and bustle of the NY. How soon could he come to New York the letter asked. Try now!
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Kathryn loved times like this. They were very rare but when they happend Kathryn stopped to notice them. The phones weren't ringing, noone was rushing in and clamoring for her attention. Ahhh! It was such a relief to have times like this. Kathryn got up from her desk and looked out the picture window behind her. She could see the whole city from this window and rarely had time to admire the bueatiful view. She should call Sebastian to come and have lunch her. They rarely saw each other and a private moment like that would be nice. She would do it Kathryn decided and reached over to the phone on top of her desk. Just when she placed her hand on top of the phone, her office door burst open and a frantic receptionist looked in.
"Frank just quit and we have clients coming in five minutes!" The receptionist decalered in quite the frenzy.
"Can't someone else handle it?" Kathryn asked not bothering to hide her annoyance.
"No, noone else knows the system besides you."
Kathryn sighed with annyoyance. It always seemed everything turned to shit when she needed the time free. Kathryn shot her wndow a regretful look and followed the receptionist out her office.
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The minute Court stepped foot into Newark Airport Terminal he felt at home. Even though it wasn't quite NY it was close enough and he was home! After stepping off the airplane he looked for the man that he was instructed too. Sure enough he found a small looking man holding up the card that displayed his name. Court walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"I'm Court Reynolds." He announced to the man.
The man looked him over and his face broke into a welcoming smile. "Welcome home Mr. Reynolds."
"Thank you," Court said politely. "It's good to be home."
