AN OFFER
TO GOOD TO REFUSE
Mike Speaks rose from the chair stiffly. Silently he picked up the small envelope sitting on the bankers' desk and walked out the office. His mind swirled over the last forty-five minutes of his life. How had things gotten this far, what had gone wrong. Hard working, middle class America was crumbling, and he was right in the middle of the downhill slide.
Mike's wife had passed away almost two years prior from ovarian cancer. The journey had been over a year long, and almost tore his fragile family apart. His daughter Lexi had been the one pillar that had stood by him through every doctor visit, every run to the emergency room. From the age of fourteen to sixteen, Lexi had spent more time in hospitals and clinics, than she had with her friends.
Now, at eighteen, she had graduated from high school, and was preparing for college. College, Mike thought, how in the hell was he ever going to afford that? Two years without Gail his wife, had not only shredded his heart, it had shredded their finances. The loss of his wife's income had slowly drifted the family finances down the drain.
Three months behind on the mortgage, and barely making the utility bills, Mike had been forced to try and talk to the bank about refinancing. His worst nightmare had come true when the loan officer had told him that his credit just wasn't enough to swing things.
Through all the maze of paperwork, and meetings, Mike had tried in vain to see what the bank could do. Facing foreclosure and the loss of his home had made him desperate. It was that desperation that had put him in front of the bank president's desk.
Paul Binton III, the plaque said on the man's desk. He had inherited his fortune from his father, and built a small credit business into a thriving business with five branches. A man driven to achieve what he wanted, and he was not a man to take no for an answer.
Yet, even for men like Paul Binton III; there were things of desire that were always just out of reach. When Mike Speaks appeared at his desk, he saw a door open, and he took it. He knew the Speaks family, after all Gail Speaks had been one of his better loan officers. He also had met the family...all of them.
His proposal to Mike had been clear, concise, and without reservation. To prove his point, he had slid an envelope across the desk to Mike. Give the man time to think, to dream; and see what he would do.
Arriving at home, Mike stepped into the kitchen and watched as Lexi prepared dinner.
"Hey dad" the young brunette called, seeing her dad come home. "How did it go at the bank?"
"Different" Mike answered softly. He slid into the chair at the kitchen table, his eyes traveling over his daughter. For the first time, seeing her as another male would, not as her father. As she moved at the stove, stirring the spaghetti, he watched the firm cheeks of her ass sway in her tight jean shorts. Her slender legs were tanned and toned from four years of high school athletics.
As she turned to spoon the food into a bowel, Mike caught the profile view of her breasts through her tank top. Soft and curving, they defined her as a full grown woman. They were capped by nipples that poked just slightly against the fabric holding them in. He felt a rush of sudden blood start to fill his cock as his eyes drank her in.
Fuck, he thought. It's been too damn long for you Mike Speaks, his mind reeled.
"Different?" Lexi asked. She brought the bowel of spaghetti over and sat it on the table. The wobble of her breasts caught Mike's watching eyes.
"Yeah" he said, as Lexi slid into a chair beside him. "First, might as well say, the bank said no."
Lexi stopped as she reached for the fork by her plate. She reached out and took her fathers' hand in hers. Her eyes filled with worry and love.
"So what now dad?" she asked. "Time to move and give up the house?" she stared into his eyes.
"Well" Mike hesitated. "The bank said no. Paul Binton had a personal offer."
"Binton?" Lexi asked. "Kyle Benton's dad?"
"Yeah" Mike squeezed his daughters hand gently. "He owns the bank...and four others."
"What could they want from us?" Lexi asked in surprise. "They've got enough money to buy half the state. Did he offer to buy the house?"
"No, not the house" Mike replied. He looked up and stared into his daughters eyes. "He wants to buy us."
Lexi sat silent for a few second, and then blinked. "Us?" she asked.
Mike sighed. He wasn't quite sure how to put into words the offer Paul Binton had made. He figured he might as well just spit it all out.
"He wants to hire us, you and me, for a weekend. At his estate...privately." He told his daughter.
"Keep going" Lexi said quietly.
"He wants us to go to his estate on a Friday evening, stay until Sunday evening. For forty-eight hours, we do as he says, follow his every request. When we leave, he pays us." Mike rushed out.
Lexi sat silent again for a moment, her hand still covering her fathers. "Should I ask for what?" she asked softly.
Mike swallowed hard, and then looked down at the table. "Are you a virgin?" his voice came back.
Lexi started to retort that it was none of her fathers' business, she was eighteen now. She saw the agony on her father's face, and realized this was deadly serious now.
"No, I'm not" she answered matter of fact. "If he wants to fuck me, the price is going to be damn high too."
Her father looked up wide eyed. "That's just it baby" he told her. "He didn't say what he wanted. He was quite clear there would be a fair amount of sex involved, but he wasn't specific."
Lexi stared at her father for a second. "Is he pulling some kind of sick joke dad?" she asked.
Mike pulled the envelope out of his pocket and set it on the kitchen table. Slowly, Lexi opened and pulled out the check inside. It had been made out to her father, with today's date, but had no signature.
"Holy shit!" Lexi exhaled. "Dad, this is for one million dollars."
"He said he would sign it as we walk out the door Sunday night." Mike replied.
