Unlucky life to unlikely Match

Morning after

The door quietly opened.

A white haired, short lady entered.

"Oh, good morning dear. How are you feeling? Trust you slept well?"

As she walked further into the room, she placed neatly folded clothing on the end of the bed.

"Breakfast is being served, I urge you to wash up and come to the dinning room."

After a glorious shower in what I can best describe as one of the Olympic sized showers. I towel dried my hair and hurried to get dressed. I sat beside the neat pile and looked. wait, what these aren't my clothes. search the tags, but they are my size.

I hurriedly dressed with some annoyance to having no answers, for where I was or whose clothes I was wearing.

I slipped on a pair of shoes left for me as well and out the door.

The home was massive, I walked for what felt like forever and had to stop and ask a member of the staff where the dinning room was. She abruptly stopped what she was doing and escorted me to a vast room and left as quickly as she entered.

The sunlight shining in the expansive window at the end of the room blurred my vision of who I was joining. But a friendly hello, Kasey came from within it. Followed by how did you sleep?

I shielded my eyes and followed the voice and clinking of coffee cups. Suddenly the blinds were dropped and I could see, tall well built man with square rimmed glasses.

"Morning, Alister, Thank you and yes I slept well."

He seemed contented with my answer and sipped his coffee.

"May I ask, how did I get changed and where are my clothes?"

He carried that arrogance in his face mixed with the sheepish grin of toying with the answer he would choose to give me.

"You fell asleep in my car, didnt want to wake you. We came here and I carried you in. But you aren't much of a drinker, between the car ride and getting you out of the car you vomited all over both of us." His face was blank, but he was trying to study me over his glasses.

I slapped a hand to my face trying to hide my humiliation.

"I am so so sorry, oh my god" Kasey mumbles through her hand.

Alister chuckled at the redness in her face.

"Sorry to you too, I hand no choice but to strip your soiled clothing off you to get you cleaned up. I mean both of us"

He snicked behind his coffee and lifted the newspaper to hide the joy he was getting from my anguish.

"You what! So you are saying you personally have seen me naked and unconscious simultaneously."

I hung my head and groaned.

"What a way to start and end a career in less than twelve hours. I think thats a new record for me. Can I leave now, think i have shamed myself enough that even my great grand kids will still be embarrassed."

Kasey dropped her head to an empty plate, she wanted to vanish, to shrivel up and become microscopic.

Alister dropped the paper and rose from his place at the table to where she was seated and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Kasey, what you did last night was admirable. That poor girl was told to allow that to happen to keep customers happy. Had I known that, I would of bought the place sooner."

Alister began rubbing her shoulders.

Kaseys head snaps up, "You , What?"

"Bought the place" he said lowering his voice and leaned in close to her ear. "The manager is being replaced as we speak and all of the staff are encouraged to report this type of thing so we can keep those types of customers out. This isn't a brothel."

He became attentive to Kaseys tense shoulders. Rolling his thumbs between her shoulder blades.

"Why would you do that?" Kasey asked in a low voice.

Alister, found a spot in her back, he could not respond because Kasey rolled her head back groaned. " Right there, my god your hands are heaven"

Alister felt pangs again in his d**k. That deep belly growl, oh how he wanted to hear that come out of her in a more private encounter. His d**k jumped again at the thought and he released her, turned and went back to his coffee.

Kasey adjusted her self in the chair, my god his hands made me melt, and every erogenous zone swell and hum. Is this really the same boy from high-school? Can I even compare. His whole life has been a silver spoon of fine breeding and ergonomic business schools with ivy league titles. I worked 3 jobs just to get through college, my life had never been the best or the easiest. After my mom died , my step father took custody of me.

Thats when the real abuse started, sure growing up with him was hard but my mom was round to shield me. Then she wasn't, he would get drunk and grope me and if I rejected his unwanted touching he beat me. I got the acceptance letter for college and forced myself into 3 jobs to cover my tuition. I loved my 3 jobs not because of the jobs but they were my life lines to keeping me out of his house and out of his reach. I haven't been home in 2 years, and dont think I will ever go back.