7
Chance
It’s Friday and I’ve been working at the school exactly one week now. I help Lisa finish up her last day and the staff give her a tearful send off after school. She gets all the usual leaving gifts, and there are plenty of tearful faces around to show that Lisa will be missed. I’ve only worked with her a week myself, but even I find myself tearing up a little. Principle Ellen says a few nice things about Lisa in the staff room, and Lisa tries her best not to break down into floods of tears. She fails, but we all have a good laugh about it. Spirits are high and I am feeling good. Lisa says goodbye, and one of her girlfriend teachers from geography escorts her off the school premises and onto pastures new. The rest of the teachers disband back to their classrooms to finish up whatever work needs marking before the weekend.
I make the short walk to the classroom that is now mine. Once there, I walk through the empty rows and brush my fingers over the small wooden desks. Come Monday this will be Ms. Tanner’s room. I feel a swell of pride in my chest at seeing how far I’ve come. I revel in the feeling for a moment before sitting back at my desk and finishing my marking for the week. Thirty minutes later I’ve got all my work done and decide that it’s time to head on home.
As the days have trickled by, Rogan has become more and more generous in helping me get back on my feet. He lent me his spare car until I can get myself a replacement. I had the rust bucket towed a few days ago and in it’s spot now sits the brand new Mercedes that is on loan from Rogan.
I start the car up and head on home, and then a pang of worry fills my stomach. It’s Friday, and the goons from earlier in the week said they’d be back today. Up until now I’d barely given their distant threats any real thought. I’ve been so busy settling into my new job and messing around with Rogan after school, that my mind has barely had time to settle on those two idiots.
I must admit that I’m a little nervous to get home and find those idiots waiting for me, but the nerves are merely a thread next to the injustice and anger I feel about it. I almost hope they do show their faces again, because I will make them damn well regret it.
Upon arriving home, there’s no sign of dumb and dumber. I move my things from the car to my house and then I head over to Rogan’s to start cleaning. He answers the door with his phone on his shoulder.
“Hey. Come on in. I’m just taking care of some business, but I’ll be with you in a minute.”
I slide inside and Rogan shuts the door behind me. Although it’s only been a few days, we’ve settled into a nice little routine.
I head upstairs, put my little maid uniform on and head back down stairs and start dusting at shelves.
You don’t realize how much you miss something until you have it for the first time. A couple of days ago I felt the gentle touch of a lover on my skin for the first time, and ever since then my body has done nothing but burn for Rogan. This whole setup we have together feels a little slutty, but if I’m being honest I kind of love being his dirty little housemaid. He sneaks up on me when I’m cleaning, and before I know it I’m bent over and his lips are between my legs.
Yesterday I was vacuuming the carpet in the living room when Rogan practically ripped my tiny maid dress off. His fingers were on my pussy and his mouth was at my neck. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be at the affection of such a stud. We ended up melting into the couch, making out and pressing our crotches together. We haven’t done any full penetration yet, but he still finds a way to me cum somehow.
Rogan finishes up his call a few minutes later, and sure enough he comes stalking through the house to find me bent over, dusting the bottom shelf of the TV cabinet. I feel his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs and he whispers into my ear. “I want you on my face.”
I comply with his instructions. I have to don’t I? He is my boss after all. I sit on his face and his hands wrap around my tiny waist, and he fucks my pussy with his tongue. A couple of minutes later I’m bouncing and shrieking, until I melt in a hot pile on the floor next to him. I kiss him and then we sit up together, in a post-orgasmic haze.
“What exactly is it you do?” I ask while looking around the million dollar home. “And what is that tattoo about? You never told me.”
Rogan’s eyes flick down to the solid black circle that is just beneath his collar bone. He picks his t-shirt up off the floor and puts it back on. He dresses and I follow suit, conscious that he evaded my question.
“As you know I was in the SEALs. Well, after that I started my own security and protection agency. Black Nitro Security.”
“And you managed to pay for a house like this doing security work?” I raise my eyebrows, not having realized the field was so lucrative.
“Yeah.” Rogan laughs. “I know what you’re thinking, and no - I’m not a bouncer. It’s a little more technical than that. We provide grade A security to the stars.”
“Celebrities?” I ask.
“Yup.” Rogan nods. “We protect some of the biggest and best, because they’re the ones that pay the best.” He winks at me and I follow him into the kitchen.
“So what does your work involve?” I ask. “You stand in a dark suit and shades, with something in your ear?”
“Sometimes.” Rogan laughs while turning the kettle on. “A lot of the time there’s more to it that. We’re an official registered firm now, and we have access to government files that not everyone else has. We run background checks on people, we can see into every inch of a person’s past. You’ll be surprised what you can find out about people from their past.”
I swallow at the thought of Rogan looking into my past. Having the ability to snoop on people’s lives like that is something Tom would have loved. Would Rogan do something like that to me? Maybe he already had?
“But don’t worry.” He seems to see the idea cross my face. “These tools are extremely professional, I can’t just use them to look into people for any old reason. It costs a couple grand alone just to run a search, so we need to have a good reason.”
“A couple grand?!” I exclaim loudly. “How much does your firm make if you don’t mind me asking?”
Rogan pours us two cups of tea and looks around the kitchen silently for a moment. He smiles at me and turns his head. “Come on Chance. Really?”
“What?” I ask, somewhat oblivious.
“You can go online and look this all up yourself. Are you telling me you haven’t done it already?”
“No.” I answer honestly. “I’m not a big believer in snooping on people like that. I really dislike it actually.”
Rogan huffs. “You must think I’m in a pretty despicable line of business then.”
“No.” I laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, I knew someone that used to abuse privacy like that…” I drift off, not wanting to give Rogan the muddy details of my past relationship. “You’re protecting people. It’s different. Never mind. I’m going off topic.”
Rogan smiles. “Don’t apologize. I like it when you ramble.” He pours milk into a cup and pushes it over to me. He drops little compliments like that quite a lot, and I like it. My cheeks bruise with blush a little and I look away from his crystal blue eyes.
“I’ve been very fortunate with my business.” Rogan says while taking a sip form his tea. “You can get a general idea of how well we’ve done with a quick search. Blogs, news pieces, Forbes articles, etc…”
Forbes articles?!
“I’ve been successful, I won’t lie. But I don’t like to brag about it either. Since you asked, I’ll tell you. But only because I like you. Last year my business turned over eight figures.”
I have to tighten my hold on my cup to stop it from dropping to the floor. I knew that from little things he’d said, and things I’d seen, that Rogan had done well - but I had no idea he’d done that well.
“Well, well Mr. Gold. You suddenly seem a whole lot more attractive.”
Rogan slices his hand through the air and spanks my behind. I shriek and giggle while setting my cup down.
“Watch yourself miss.” He sets his cup down and a second later his body is against mine. “I don’t want to get the idea you’re only after me for my money.”
His lips brush over my throat and electric purrs down my body and into my pussy. I put a hand on his chest and close my eyes. “And what makes you think I’m after you Mr. Gold? An old man like you with a little young girl like me?”
His teeth bite into my throat gently and his hand is back between my legs, brushing at my pussy through the fabric of my panties. “Second warning.” He growls. “Do it again and I’ll have to punish you.”
“And spank me again?” I whisper as his lips trace down my cleavage. “What if I liked it?”
“Then maybe I’ll just have to do it again.” He drops down between my legs and kisses the inside of my thighs. I roll my head back and moan while pushing my fingers through his hair.
I like this job.
I like this job a lot.