Here is the first part of a journal entry by Avery Amore, a young rake of modern times who finds himself suddenly entangled in the lives of an unsuspecting young couple of means. By the time this story ends there will have been seduction, sex, voyeurism, and, if our hero plays his cards right, a ménage à trois. So settle back, dear readers, and enjoy!
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I had answered an online ad for a "personal assistant". The posting mentioned the usual requirements of being a hard worker, having related experience, self-motivated, yada yada. So I shot out an email with my resume and was asked to come in for an interview. I pulled up in front of a mansion amongst mansions. Circular driveway, perfect garden plots, gas lamps ready to flicker at a moments notice, all outward signs pointing to a life of wealth and comfort.
A life dedicated to wealth was something I could never understand myself. As a young destitute male, my main interests consisted of the opposite sex and a life of variety, in that order. But each to their own. They could wrap themselves in bubble wrap and sterilize their toilet paper for all I cared. I was just here for a paycheck, or so I thought.
I was greeted at the door by a smartly dressed young man in his mid to late twenties, about the same age as me in any case, who had an air of jaded, self-importance about him to go along with his expensive watch and perfectly coiffed hair.
"Ok," he sighed importantly. "You must be Avery. Look, um, why don't you meet me in my office up there to the right. I'm in the middle of something."
"Not a problem," I smiled. He had already turned around to head towards the back of the house before I finished speaking.
On my way upstairs I examined the house. It was certainly luxurious, a little too modern for my taste. I wondered how I was going to present myself to this guy. He wasn't exactly the type of person I usually associate with. Ascending the stairs, I entered his office.
It had a wall lined with books, another with art, and the back wall was lined with large windows with wood paneling along the bottom and a sliding door in the middle that led out to a balcony overlooking the backyard. In the center stood a desk covered with papers and a laptop. After a cursory look at his art, I stepped around his desk and looked out the back window.
He was talking with a lovely young lady who was reclining by the pool underneath an umbrella. She looked to be about 5'5", with shoulder length brunette hair, and a trim young body covered up with tight white shorts, a white bikini top, and sunglasses. I wondered who she was. I hadn't seen a wedding ring on his finger.
Whoever she was, she didn't appear to be very interested in whatever he was talking about. After a few more minutes of what looked like arguing on his part and disinterested grunts on hers. He leaned over her reclined body and gave her a kiss. His girlfriend. Then something magical happened.
There are rare moments in life that seem to be so filled with the other-worldly, that one can actually feel the meshing together of events inside one's body, like the precise clockwork inside that asshole's watch. And so it was, when he turned around to head back towards the house, she stuck her tongue out at him like a little girl and followed quickly with her middle finger. My heart swelled with love. Opportunity had come knocking, and I suddenly had another reason to get this job.
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I don't know how many other candidates there were, but after one more interview I got the job. His name was Mitch. It turned out he was an heir to some technology company that dealt with network security. He had recently graduated college and been made the figurehead of its charitable foundations in Mexico and various South American countries by his father, one of the company's cofounders.
It was his job to give speeches, fly down to smile for photos with the locals after particularly big projects, and accept awards on behalf of the company. It was my job to handle his travel arrangements, act as the first line of defense between him and phone calls from the head office, proofread his speeches, and pick up his dry cleaning. Menial work for sure, but like my new boss, I wasn't looking for responsible work at this stage of my life.
During my first day working there, while on a tour of the house, I was introduced to her. Her name was Amy. It was too short an introduction to learn anything about her other than the fact that she was a knockout. Not just in her looks, but in the way she carried herself. The vibes were strong with this one, and I wanted more.
She was on her way to the pool in a similar outfit to the one she had worn the last time I saw her, minus the sunglasses covering her brown eyes. She smiled politely at me and continued on to the pool. Over the next few days I would see her from time to time around the house, but it wasn't until the next week that I would get a chance to talk to her.
I was coming out of the restroom upstairs just as she was reaching the staircase to head down. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw her and shot her a playful grin. She made no response before she turned to head downstairs. She was wearing a jean skirt and tight yellow shirt. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail that waved playfully to me with each step, as if beckoning me to follow her. Unfortunately she hadn't exactly responded. I wondered if I wasn't her type or whether she already had another lover or perhaps she was only turned on by money.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she turned to head towards the kitchen, passing under the railing where I was standing. Before she was out of sight she tilted her head up and looked at me with a slight smirk and twinkle in her eye. My heart beat quickened.
Mitch was still on the phone with one of the organizers in Ecuador, catching up on the most recent development project there, a school if I remember correctly, so I decided that this would be an excellent time to grab a water out of the fridge.
When I got to the kitchen, she was standing at the counter scooping out some Greek yogurt into a bowl of granola and blueberries. She glanced at me with a noncommital look as I walked in. I parried with a similar look as I walked past her to the fridge. After I grabbed a bottle of water I leaned on the opposite counter a little ways from her and began with a friendly "Hi."
She headed towards the refrigerator with the yogurt and said, "Hi."
She went back to her bowl, picked it up and leaned back against the counter where she proceeded to eat. She held my gaze which, I assure you, had not wavered from hers for one second.
"What?" she asked me with a bemused look on her face.
"What?" I asked back.
"You're staring at me."
"And?"
Her brow wrinkled a little as she smiled, "You don't beat around the bush do you?"
A lesser man might have jumped all over that one. After looking at her for a couple of seconds, I turned my gaze down towards my water bottle, examining its ridges. Savoring the last calm before the storm. I glanced back up at her.
"I guess so... but I wonder..." I looked enquiringly at her.
"What?"
"Well, it would probably be out of line for me to say..."
"Oh really?"
"...You know, let's just forget it."
"Well now I have to know," she smiled into my soul.
I looked at her as if I was about to say what was on my mind... and then thought better of it.
