Chapter 7
Mylo
I am hoping that maybe they would hookup. I would love to see Jack have sex with my gorgeous daughter. I am hoping that she could take him off my hands.
Jack is so trusting that he has no idea that I fuck my brains out the entire time I am away from home. With my money, I have men crawling out of the woodwork wanting to get in my pussy.
But this trip has been different. This time I am seeing a silver hair fox man a couple of years older than me and he has swept me off my feet.
He has me seriously considering moving to Chicago to live with him in his mansion that is an entire top floor penthouse that overlooks the Chicago River near where the main Chicago news building is.
Chaz told me he paid a boatload for that property. More than I paid for my mansion in Queen Anne. The massive penthouse includes a kitchen staff, a butler and maid service. Much like I have at home. He has a limo that is a Bently and he has Porche Sports car.
Most of the time, Chaz makes use of the limo and mostly uses the sports car for good weather rides out into the countryside around Chicago. Chaz is so rich that he is well known throughout Chicago.
Heads turn when I go out with him on his arm. I see his buddies whisper little things in his ear. He just smiles and tells them that he hit the lottery this time. I am massively flattered.
I wonder how much I will have to give up to make Jack just go away so I can have a life with Chaz? Gawd, I hope Francine can get him in bed. If she can’t steal his heart, maybe I could at least accuse Jack of cheating on me.
Franky
Damn, I need to make up with Jack. What I did and said yesterday was just plain mean and bratty. I got used to giving shit to my biker buddies. But Jack is an entirely different type of man. He is a proud man and he has a lot to be proud of.
Mom is rich, but that was all dropped in her lap. She never worked a day in her life. Jack has made his own millions. Working daily to write his wonderful stories.
Although my biker buddies are all professional men, they have little integrity. All of them fucking me at will even though everyone of them have wives at home. I feel some shame now as I think about what a slut I have been over the past couple of years. Fucking married men just because I could.
If I am honest with myself, I was fucking married men because I did not want to risk my feelings or emotions in a real relationship. I have always had things my own way and I am not ready to give that up.
I’d had plenty of my security police friends who tried to date me. But I put them off saying we could not fraternize. When they pointed out that they were not my superiors, I pointed out that at some point any of us could be that.
But Jack is different. I have to admit that he has already turned my head in several ways. One, he didn’t take my shit laying down. Two, he made his own point loud and clear. If I’m honest, he sort of put me in my place. I don’t know why that makes my pussy wet, but it does.
Jack
I am at my normal Tuesday coffee meeting with my agent and several of my writer friends from the area. Starbucks, pastries and friends, It doesn’t get much better than this. Right?
I was just about to climb on my Virago to ride home when I got a text from Franky.
Jack…I’m sorry. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can you come home so we can talk? I promise to stop being such a brat.
Brat? That’s a bit nicer word than I would have used. She has been an absolute pain in the ass since the moment she stepped into my life.
Franky…Yeah, I’ll be home in fifteen.
As I am riding home, I remember watching her masturbate in the shower with a lifelike dildo. I get a woody and the bike vibrations aren’t helping the matter. Then, I chuckle to myself as I remember calling her Harley a two wheeled French Tickler.