Chapter 1 #2
But Sally May is dear to me because she’s been with me fifteen years and saved my ass multiple times.
Maybe she didn’t have much in terms of education, but the woman quickly proved herself as a trustworthy and effective admin.
As a result, as I rose within the company, I took her with me.
We went from my cubicle; to a humble, windowless office on the fifth floor; to a nicer office on the ninth floor; and ultimately, the executive suite.
The entire time, Sally was there as a trustworthy, efficient presence.
Plus, I’m not a buffoon. I take an appropriate level of interest in the people around me because it’s the right thing to do, and I have basic knowledge of Sally’s home life.
I’ve always known that Sally was a single mom, and that the father was never a presence in her daughter’s life.
It must have been stressful, but Sally never complained.
My secretary kept a stiff upper lip and was the pinnacle of professionalism at every turn.
I admired her work ethic, and her contribution has been essential to my success.
I’ve met Sally’s daughter a few times too, over the years.
I remember Jenna as a child, coming into our offices dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her knees scabbed and her hair in pigtails.
Then, when she was in middle school, she stopped by one day because after-school activities hadn’t started yet.
By that point, Jenna was a surly pre-teen, with a mouthful of braces and zits on her chin.
She barely made eye contact when I said hello, and her nose was buried in the latest Twilight tome. It was typical pre-adolescent behavior.
After that, I didn’t see Jenna for a few years, but I remember our last encounter as clear as day because by then, the young girl had grown.
I’m not sure how old she was, but a gorgeous blonde showed up at Tatti one day, and my heart stopped.
Jenna and Sally were going to a Broadway show together, and the young woman was clad in a form-fitting velvet mini-dress, showing off her big breasts and narrow waist. Fishnet stockings clung lovingly to her legs, paired with shiny Mary Janes that made her look incredibly sexy.
Her long golden hair lay in waves down her back, and Jenna smiled innocently at me while taking her mom’s arm.
“Hi Mr. Purdy,” she said in a breathy tone. “It’s so nice to see you. We’re going to see Cats on stage tonight, but I promise to bring my mom back tomorrow without any scratches!”
Then, the young girl was out the door in a waft of perfume, and I was left in a trance, staring after her curvy form with a woody in my pants.
You sick fuck, the voice in my head scoffed. She’s what? Sixteen? Seventeen? You can’t go there.
Even I recognized the truth of those words, and I refrained from pursuing my interest. Hell, I wouldn’t even let myself speak Jenna’s name because she was so off-limits.
But my obsession grew on its own. Trying to appear nonchalant, I’d ask about Jenna’s whereabouts, and how she was doing in school.
Sally always beamed and smiled, reporting that Jenna was a good student and doing well with friends and activities during her senior year.
But then, Sally got sick, and started staying at home.
Professionally, it’s not a big deal because by now, I have a team working for me, and her absence didn’t impact our efficiency.
But without Sally at the office, I had no way to ask about Jenna, and to my surprise, I grew irritated and annoyed because I want to know more about the gorgeous young girl.
I want to know what she does for fun, how she likes school, what makes her happy, and what gets under her skin.
I want to know what she eats each day, and how she does her hair, as well as what clothes she wears.
But as her mom’s boss, I could do no such thing.
It would be inappropriate, not to mention fucking obsessive.
Even worse, like a loser, I was secretly hoping that Jenna would be there when I visited her mom. My heart thumped in my chest as I rang the doorbell to their apartment, and I ran a hand through my hair to make sure the dark locks were neat.
You’re losing it, the voice in my head hissed. You’re a forty-five-year-old CEO hoping to catch a glimpse of a beautiful teen. What part of this is okay? Who even does this?
My conscience was right because there’s no way a man of my age or position should be lusting after an innocent young woman who has no idea of her own allure.
But fortunately, Jenna was absent that day, which saved me a load of embarrassment.
I made some inquiries about her welfare, of course, because it’s the polite thing to do.
But my obsession didn’t rear its ugly head, and Sally remained in the dark with respect to my sick interest in her beautiful daughter.
But now, the blonde goddess is here, at the pool, as a plus one on our company retreat. We’re alone during this idyllic Hawaiian morning, the waters peaceful as she waves her hand before me slightly, as if to get my attention.
“Mr. Purdy? Hello, Earth to Mr. Purdy. Anyone there?”
I startle back to reality, cursing myself.
“I’m sorry, Jenna. Yes, of course. You were saying about your mom…?”
Jenna’s shoulders sag slightly as she lowers her form to a deck lounger. I take a seat on the chair across from her and try not to stare at her big breasts as the young woman inhales.
“So again, we really appreciate you allowing Sally to come on this company retreat—”
“She’s been my personal assistant for more than a decade,” I rasp. “It’s fine.”
Jenna throws me a sad smile.
“Yes, but Sally hasn’t been at the office for two months now because of her chemo.
We were so happy when you invited us on this excursion, and so grateful too, Mr. Purdy,” she says in a whisper.
“You have no idea how difficult chemo has been for Sally, and she really appreciates your kindness. But in good news, my mom’s been eating well during our stay here, and she actually goes outside.
It isn’t much more than sunning herself on our balcony, but it’s fine!
” Jenna says quickly. “Sally’s doing well here. ”
I pin the young girl with a look, my fingers itching to stroke along the softness of her skin. But my voice remains modulated when I speak, giving no hint of the raging arousal I’m fighting.
“It’s fine, Jenna. Again, your mom has been with Tatti for ages, and she deserves the respite. Sally earned this vacation, just like the rest of us, and I wouldn’t have left her home alone while the rest of us are here enjoying ourselves. I just want her to get better.”
To my consternation, my words only make Jenna’s eyes fill with more tears.
“Yes thank you,” she says in a choked voice. “But I’m not sure—”
I interrupt because I don’t want to get too deep into it.
What Jenna doesn’t know is that Sally’s already approached me to be her daughter’s guardian after her death, and it’s a morbid subject.
At first, I couldn’t believe my secretary was bringing up the topic because no one acknowledges their demise until it’s near inevitable.
But Sally May has always been a practical woman, and she pressed her lips together over the phone screen.
“So will you?” she asked. “Be my daughter’s guardian after I pass?”
I stared at the emaciated woman before leaning forward.
“No, no, you’re going to get better,” I said quickly. “This is premature, I’m sure.”
She shook her head, her bald skull wrapped in a silky scarf.
“No, it’s not. It’s going to happen, Rick, and it’s only a matter of time,” Sally said, her voice scratchy, but still forceful. “I need someone to be my daughter’s guardian, and you know I have no close family I can trust. I need you to do it.”
Still, I was in denial.
“No, no, I’m sure you’re jumping the gun, Sals,” I said quickly.
“You’re going to get better! I know you’re feeling particularly ill right now but the doctors have promised to try every treatment available.
Wasn’t there that new drug that was working miracles?
You said you felt better last week after taking it, right? ”
Sally fixed me with a look, her eyes like unblinking blue marbles.
“Rick, I’m already at Stage 4 of this thing.
In fact, I’m at Stage 5, as I overheard one nurse say, and any signs of me getting better are merely flashes in the pan.
Everyone has ups and downs, and some days, my body tolerates the medications better.
But underlying it all is the fact that my systems are failing, and that my daughter needs someone after I’m gone.
I’ve worked for you for fifteen years, Rick, and there’s no one else.
I need you to do this. Please. Consider it the last wish of a dying woman. ”
What could I say to that? Is there even anything to say?
As a result, I assented and what the young woman standing before me now doesn’t realize is that I’m going to be her guardian once her mother passes.
It’s nothing formal because actually, Jenna’s eighteen already, and doesn’t need a guardian per se.
But I’m the man managing her mother’s estate, and I’m supposed to look out for her daughter as part of my responsibilities.
What the fuck does that even mean? I have no clue, but I guess it means putting a roof over the young girl’s head and helping her find her way in life.
Clearly, the parameters of this “guardianship” are unclear, and I’m not sure exactly what I’m in for.
But at the moment, Jenna’s still swept up in the battle against Sally’s illness, and hasn’t accepted that her mother is going to pass. Jenna’s aware that the situation is dire, but clearly, she hasn’t conceded Sally’s fate just yet.
“My mom is going to be fine,” the young girl says in a choked voice, swallowing hard. “She just needs another dose of that drug that just came out. You know, the miracle one.”
“Clestrapolazine?” I say in a gentle voice. “Yes, I’ve heard it can work wonders, but it generally works best for patients in Stage 1 or 2. Stage 3 even, and you know Sally’s at four.”
“Right, but it could have an effect,” Jenna says in a determined voice, her eyes fixed on the ground. “Never say never because modern medicine works miracles these days.”
“Of course,” I agree in a low voice, before shifting over to sit next to the young woman on her deck lounger. I take her small hand in mine, my expression sincere. “And you know I’m always here for you, Jenna. Whatever you and your mom need, just let me know.”
The young girl takes a deep breath, her big bust rising as she stares straight ahead.
“Right,” she says in a soft voice. “About that.”
What is Jenna referencing? Most likely, her mom has told her about my impending guardianship, and maybe Jenna has some questions for me.
Maybe she has some issues she wants to clear up, such as curfew, mealtimes, special food requests, and our schedules in general.
It’s fine and normal to have these questions, and I’m grateful to Sally for broaching the issue with her daughter because the sooner we tackle the hard questions, the better.
But then, Jenna turns to me, her blue eyes suddenly so dark that they’re almost indigo.
“So Mr. Purdy,” she begins in a low voice, looking down at our clasped hands. Her palm is so tiny that it almost disappears in mine, but I squeeze her hand gently in reassurance.
“You know you can ask me anything,” I say in a low tone. “I’m an open book, sweetheart, and I’m here to help. Nothing is off limits.”
Jenna takes a deep breath again, her big bust rising and my cock jerks in my shorts in response.
Damn, her peaked nipples are visible beneath the red fabric because they’re so big and hard, and her skin is almost luminescent in the morning light.
A small bead of moisture streams down her chest at that moment, and I have to fight the urge to bury my tongue between her giant tits before licking up that tantalizing trickle.
But I’m a sick fuck, and shouldn’t be thinking these things.
This girl is literally grieving her mother’s impending demise, and here I am, dreaming about fucking that wet pussy as her breasts bounce in time to the rhythm.
I should be thrown in jail for my sordid fantasies, and even I wouldn’t blame the cops for tossing me in the slammer.
But Jenna takes me by surprise by turning to face me so that we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“Mr. Purdy, I need your help.”
“Of course,” I say in a low tone, captivated by her mesmerizing gaze. “Anything, sweetheart. Again, nothing is off limits.”
Jenna bites her bottom lip, making my cock go stiff again. Damn, I’m going to have to cancel my swim and jack off in the shower at the rate this is going. Yet I force myself to listen carefully because obviously, this is a critical moment.
“My mom and I are broke,” Jenna says in a low tone.
“And I need you to take some naughty pictures of me for my fan site. I just need a few, and it’s nothing crazy.
But I can’t ignore my subscribers while I’m here in Hawaii, so I need to put out some content.
Will you help me, Mr. Purdy? By taking the photos, I mean. ”
I stare at the young girl. Naughty photos? A fan site? What the hell is Jenna talking about? But of course I already know what the answer is … because it’s yes.