Teacher Mandy Winter and her sixth-form student Christina Lyndon have been seduced independently by uncle and nephew Gavin and Josh McClain, despite the fact that both women are in steady relationships. Unknown to the two women, they have been the objects of a wager between Gavin and Josh regarding which would be seduced first. Both Mandy and Christina view their cheating evenings as a one-time thing. However, Gavin might have other ideas...
"Give me a few more years and I'm going to have a place like this."
Gavin's penthouse bachelor apartment always impressed Josh with its clean lines and strip lighting, the colours warm and dark, trimming the place's hard masculinity with a softer air of seduction. The expansive sofa was seductive as well and Josh eased down into it, glancing around at everything to which he aspired. To seduce and fuck a woman in a gaff like this with hot music pouring out of that shit-kicking sound system ...
Hell yes.
His modest rented quarters would have to suffice until such times as his student debts were paid off and he had his own culinary business. At least there he could develop his technique in sexual persuasion using the tools which served him best—cockiness and cooking. Ply her with fricassee and flippant humour, that was the way, and if she was in half a mind to get freaky, you'd have her naked and panting before the evening was halfway through.
The strategy had worked a treat with young Christina and the recollection made him smile. Sure he was looking forward to banging some sexy up-market type amid furnishings as classy as his uncle's, but he didn't imagine, even in surroundings such as these, he'd ever have his cock pumping inside a girl more juicy than the curvy blond waitress.
"Trappings of success." Gavin passed him a pint glass and a perspiring can of Lowenbrau beer and returned to the kitchen to fetch his own. "Work hard, work shrewdly and you'll have this or better. I predict great things for you, nephew. Things that will shut your father up for good."
"He'll always find something to criticise." Josh cracked open the can and tipped it against his pint glass, watching the flow of dark ale. "That I'm wasting my money, that property's no longer where to put it."
"My brother's problem is he's never learnt to
enjoy
anything. Owning your own place isn't primarily about investment, it's about having somewhere to relax. A reward in the here and now for having made the most of yourself. So you go right ahead, Josh—plan and work like fuck, seize the opportunities you make for yourself and enjoy everything you get as a result."
"That reward ... Does it include the second TV?"
Gavin laughed. "Bit over-the-top, do you think? I figured renting the second one was in order due to our grand wager. It'll provide a bit of spectacle. Plus I found its presence very motivating." He returned from the kitchen bar with his own glassful of frothing German beer. "Refreshments in keeping with the occasion," he said, clinking his glass against Josh's. "A reminder of the fine establishment where we set this enterprise in motion." From the wooden DVD rack beneath his twin flat-screen televisions he produced two plastic-enfolded discs and grinned.
"And here we have the results. I haven't watched either yet."
Josh's heart elated. It wasn't so much the possibility that he might have landed his uncle's Mercedes, though that was an exciting prospect. It was the reminder that once again he had conspired with Gavin in wickedness and that on his side at least it had gone swimmingly well.
"He converted it all?"
"Edited, converted ... Alan knows what he's doing."
"He's seen the whole thing then ..."
"Oh no doubt he's enjoyed it. He'll keep his own copies as well, add them to his library. But he's discrete. About the only friend I'd trust with items such as these. He understands I like to retain control."
Josh could only guess at the implications of that final phrase. His uncle's friend Alan had rigged the spy-cams and microphones about his apartment unobtrusively; the light fitting in his living-room, the smoke detector and clock radio in his bedroom, even peering vertiginously from a top corner of his shower cubicle. And most wickedly of all, the one staring out from behind the tall two-way mirror which the expert had installed in Josh's living space. Alan was clearly experienced in this type of covert operation.
"People very seldom see what they're not looking for," he'd assured as he worked. "All you have to do now is ensure that whoever you want captured on cam is in the optimum position at those crucial moments."
"That I can manage," Josh had told him. Once he got Christina into his apartment and out of her clothes, any other manoeuvring should be easy.
It
had
been.
"Shall we watch?"
"Fuck yes." It was their chief reason for meeting after all. His anticipation rose as Gavin slotted the DVD into the player on the left, clicked several times on the remote and hit play.
"I think you'll find Alan's production values impressive. I trust the same can be said for your performance."
The image flicked onto the screen, in colour and substantially sharper than Josh had been expecting. The sound was clearer than he'd imagined too and there was an enjoyable shock at seeing himself and Christina shot from above, as he slid away the girl's shoulder straps and set to work undoing her brassiere.
"The chef should always sample first, don't you think?"
Good line. It made his uncle chuckle and not for the last time as they watched together. Gavin was propped on the banquette, sipping from his glass, and observing with cool interest. Christina's response was mumbled and inaudible, but her moans as he licked Chantilly cream from her full tits were increasingly loud and yearning.
