Chapter 3 – Carl
It was a great day to golf. I had my Honma Beres E-05 4S in one hand and my long island iced tea in the other. Franklin was taking forever to tee off and Belinda, as always, was on my jock.
Belinda was pretty. Pretty enough that most men would fuck her and, from what I heard, most men in the club had. But she wasn’t for me. No, not enough meat on them bones. She was blonde, of course, and had starved herself so you could see that flat stomach in her golf outfit— along with the edges of her pelvic bone. Great rack, great face, great everything really— just not great for me. She was a friend and that was enough. For me, anyway. But Belinda always seemed to have different plans, and to think she could get me to change my mind.
Franklin was a good golfer. Heavy set, balding but still with a love patch he grew back in the nineties. Initially it was all the hair that had not turned gray, but now it was just as white as the rest of what was on his head. I’m sure he would’ve fucked Belinda with gusto if given half the chance, but she wouldn’t even give him a quarter of a chance. He positioned his ball for the eighth time and it fell of the tee again.
“God dammit!” he muttered. “It’s too fuckin’ windy out here, Carl!”
“Franklin, are you shittin’ me, bro? The way you slice it, you might as well tee off the grass anyway!”
“Oh, fuck you,” Franklin whined.
Belinda laughed. It was that “I think you’re so funny and hot that I want you to take me home” laugh, but I wasn’t having it.
“Carl,” she cooed. “Are you going to take Franklin up on his merger offer?”
“No, B. Why would I?”
“It’s a good offer. Franklin’s a decent guy. He’d treat you right although I’d treat you better.”
“Dunthrup doesn’t need to do a merger,” I explained. “Our numbers are strong. I didn’t build a business with my brother just so I could give half of it away.”
Franklin finally got his ball on the tee. He sliced the shit out of it.
“God damn!” he said, almost throwing away his driver. “This fuckin’ wind!”
Belinda teed up and prepared to smack one down the fairway.
“God, Belinda is hot,” muttered Franklin. “Why don’t you hit that, man?”
“Too easy,” I said. “Besides, I like Belinda. I don’t want to just bang her and then avoid her. Like I do with all the women I sleep with.”
“Damn, man. Wish I had your problem,” said Franklin. “Since my wife left, dating is a nightmare. You know everyone assumes when you got some money, the women just throw themselves at you. Not in this country club,” lamented Franklin. “Just means I’m rackin’ up the tab with the escorts.”
“Jesus, watch yourself there, Franklin,” I warned. “Wrap yourself twice.”
“Dude, I’m in my fifties. What’s left for me? I don’t want another relationship. I’d rather have a boat,” joked Franklin. “You though. You don’t want kids?”
“Nah,” I said. “The family life’s not for me. Me and Clayton—we had it rough.”
Belinda smacked the ball. It landed about halfway down the fairway. She was usually a pretty good golfer but sometimes she got all flustered when she was around me.
“Our folks were always fighting, always drinking. It was a mess,” I told Franklin, remembering the bad old days. “Thank God for Clayton though. He’s my rock.”
“Yeah, but no kids? Whose gonna take care of you when you’re old?”
“I guess I’ll hire a pretty little nurse,” I shrugged.
Just to piss off Franklin, I dropped the ball on the tee from about three feet up. It landed, bounced once and stayed there. I laughed to myself. I could see Franklin stewing out of the corner of my eye.
“Windy,” I muttered mischievously.
“Fuck you,” said Franklin. “I hope you slice it in the lake and an alligator bites your dick off!”
“Watch this, I saw it on YouTube,” I instructed.
I had been practicing for weeks this behind the back and then forward hit with the ball. I really didn’t even expect to get halfway down the fairway, but it turned out to be one of the most solid drives I ever had. I almost made it to the green on a par 4.
“You can’t hit like that!” insisted Franklin. “That’s cheating.”
“Mmm, I like your form,” said Belinda seductively. “You can hit that way any time, handsome.”
“That’s not fair, B!” insisted Franklin.
“Oh, relax, Franklin,” Belinda told him. “He could’ve hit it with his cock better than you did.”
“Well, fuck it, if I’m going to lose, I might as well be drunk,” said Franklin, pulling out a bottle of J.D. and a can of Coke from the ice.
B and I started to walk down the fairway, while Franklin mixed a drink as he drove the golf cart.
“So, I heard you and Franklin talking about your childhood, growing up with Clayton,” admitted Belinda. “No good for either of you, huh?”
“Wasn’t great, no.”
“My old man was a bastard. I know that song. I can see why you’re not that big on commitments.”
“Aw, c’mon, B.”
“No, I get it, Carl. There’s a reason they call it tied down. And for the record, I wouldn’t want to spoil our friendship either.”
“Thank you.”
“Although, for the record, I do like to be tied up.”
I laughed despite myself.
“Jesus, B. TMI.”
From out of the rough, Franklin sliced it over the fairway and back into some more rough.
“Fuck! I hate this game!” he ranted.
“Well, at least you got it further up the fairway,” I said.
Belinda and her caddy discussed her next club choice.
“So, seriously, Carl,” Franklin suddenly said. “You can’t do this merger? We want to work with Dunthrup.”
“I can’t, buddy. I can’t do that to Clayton or to myself,” I told him. “We’re old school business guys. We want to go down retiring with the ship.”
“But you guys got no one to leave the business to, man,” Franklin pointed out.
“Ah, Clayton will find someone,” I assured him. “My brother’s not like me. Speaking of which…”
I checked my phone. I had asked Clayton to text me when the new hire had arrived. She had. The new hire was way more my type.
“See you guys,” I said, tossing my caddy the club.
“What? We’re in the middle of a game,” said Franklin.
“Rain check,” I explained. “I left Clayton minding the store and he needs me. You guys fight it for second.”
“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” said Belinda playfully.
As I sped off, I couldn’t help but think about the real reason I was hurrying to the office. Sure, my brother needed me. It was the holiday season and due to having employees travel, we were always short handed. But my cock needed some attention, and I had the feeling that the new hire would do the trick.
We’d seen her pictures online before we’d hired her. She was a pretty redhead with gorgeous curves. All I’d been wanting to do since I first saw her photo was bend her over my desk or take her over my lap and spank my naughty little Christmas elf.
I wasn’t supposed to do any of this with employees, of course. Especially not a brand new one. The lawyer we’d hired to advise us in human resources matters wouldn’t approve. But the benefit of having my own business with my brother was that I didn’t have to follow any rules. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted and that was how I liked it—and why I’d never merge with Franklin’s company, or anyone else’s.
My cock was hard just waiting to meet the forbidden fruit. I was bound and determined to take a big bite of her big, juicy peach. But I had to get to her before my brother had time to sweet talk his way into her panties. She was going to be mine—I’d make sure of it.