It was Black Friday, that one day in the year where shoppers went wild in the stores. Frank had ventured out to Starbuck's, but one look at the mob and he headed home to dig out his Mr. Coffee. The last week had been unproductive, work wise and bet-wise. Thanksgiving had made for a short work week and there had been few opportunities to be alone with Caro. Frank planned on remedying this over the next three days. Sitting back in just a robe, Frank put his feet on the coffee table and whistled tunelessly as he thought of his weekend plans for Caro. The phone rang and he sighed as he picked it up; it better not be Caro; he had too many plans for her in the next couple of days. He needn't have worried, it was Jack and he came right to the point.
"Hey buddy boy, how goes it? How was your Thanksgiving?"
Frank laughed, "You could give a rat's ass about my Thanksgiving. I know exactly why you are calling."
"Oh, that cut to the bone Frank," Jack said in an aggrieved manner. "After all, we are friends and partners."
"You have one thing on your mind," Frank said. "How the bet is going and the money you and Rob will lose when I win."
"That remains to be seen, buddy boy. Oh yeah, you will fuck her. In fact I'm sure you already have, but she is supposed to worship at your throne. Ever stop to think that a willing slave entails the nuisance factor? How do you get rid of her after you've won? She will be a leech, an obstacle in your way when a new conquest comes along."
"You let me worry about that, you just have the money ready."
Rob only laughed and whined as he spoke, "Oh Frank! I love you! How can you do this to me? I thought we meant something to each other?" Rob snickered, "In winning the bet you may end up with a millstone around your neck. I'd be very cautious Frank, if I were you."
"Now I know you're running scared," Frank said. "Trying to put me off like that is a dead giveaway. Now I really must go, I'm expecting company."
"See you in the office Monday and enjoy yourself," Rob said suggestively.
Frank grinned as he hung up the phone and stretched luxuriously. "Oh I plan to," he said in an undertone.
***
Caro picked up the small suitcase and looked around the room, she wanted to be gone before Janet and Tim returned. Yesterday had been a long day, the holidays always were. Caro was expected to do most of the cooking and cleaning, then to step back and let Janet take the credit. No problem, Caro just wanted the day to be over. The house had been overrun with Tim's relatives, each one just a little more boring and obnoxious then the next. As soon as she could, Caro excused herself and went to her room. She had packed the suitcase, agonizing over each article of clothing. In the end she had packed an assortment, from jeans and tees to lingerie and a dress. Who knew what the weekend entailed?
Caro had a secret, one she had held close through yesterday's madness. The day before Thanksgiving, Frank had called her in his office. Was she busy this weekend? If not, would she like to spend it at his house? Caro could only remember nodding yes, her heart thumping at his sexy grin. It had certainly made Thanksgiving with her family easy. This morning they were out shopping, Janet was big on holiday sales. Caro just wanted to be out of the house before they returned. Leaving the note she had written last night on the kitchen table, she left hurriedly. She had racked her brain trying to think up a plausible excuse for leaving but nothing seemed right. After awhile, she realized she owed them nothing and only wrote she was going away for a few days.
Pulling into Frank's driveway, she took one last look at herself in the car mirror. Frank had specifically asked her to wear shorts and a tee. She shook her head and her hair danced in the ponytail, suddenly she felt young and carefree. As she walked to the front door, her heart was pounding. He opened the door before she could ring, he must have been watching for her. He was in one of those short robes and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
She started to step inside but he stopped her and asked, "Did you come here the way I asked you?"
Caro started to respond even as his hands moved to her breasts and slowly thumbed her nipples. Her breathing was labored already, her eyes closed as he caressed her breasts.
"No bra," he said, as one hand moved down her stomach, "Just as we agreed."
His fingers slipped inside her shorts and he smiled, "No panties and I can feel your wetness already."
Caro's hands moved to his arm, ever cognizant that they stood outside the front door. His finger moved between her folds and slowly swirled her clit. Once more she marveled at the power he had over her. His finger went deeper and Caro gasped and stood on her tiptoes.
Frank asked softly, "Whose pussy is this Caro?"
All rational thought had left Caro, she had forgotten she was on a doorstep being fingered by a man. She forgot everything but Frank and what he was doing to her.
