The Game

Grace dragged her suitcase up the steps to the large apartment block where her brother lived. It looked like he was doing well for himself since she had last seen him. Two years ago, he lived in shared accommodation and he now had an apartment on an exclusive side of the city with a view of the ocean. As the lift slowly took her to the eighth floor, she excitedly rummaged through her handbag to find the key her brother had sent her, just in case he was at work when she arrived. She was looking forward to spending time with Richie and had arrived a day early to surprise him.

Knocking on the apartment door a couple of times there was no answer, Grace thought her brother may be at work so used her key to enter. Leaving her suitcase by the door she walked down the hallway thinking that the vase of fresh flowers on the small table and the pictures hanging on the walls of women in retro swimsuits lying over vintage cars were a strange choice for her brother. The bedroom doors were open, both exquisitely decorated with double beds and expensive furniture. Grace began to feel a little confused, one bedroom was painted pale pink with dark pink satin bed covers the other was painted white with lemon bed covers.

Grace felt confused as she glanced at the key in her hand. She knew she was in the right apartment because the key had worked but surely this wasn’t where her brother lived, it was too feminine.

Hearing a male voice then a female giggle coming from the room at the bottom of the hallway, Grace realized her brother was home. She picked up her pace and walked into the room where she heard the voices come from and froze. In front of her was a blond naked woman bent over the back of a sofa with her naked brother gripping onto her hips and fucking her from behind.

“Richie!” Grace squealed.

Richie spun around to see the slim dark-haired figure of his sister standing in the doorway. “Shit!” He cried pulling out of the woman, his hard cock bobbed about as he tried to slip his boxers on. “What are you doing here?”

Grace stared at the naked woman who had stood up and hadn’t even bothered to cover herself, then turned to her brother. “You invited me.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” Richie laughed slipping his jeans on.

“I’m glad you find it funny because I don’t,” Grace mumbled looking at the woman. “Are you going to get yourself dressed?”

“Oh, honey.” The woman smiled walking around the sofa, she sat down and lit a cigarette. “Don’t tell me what to do in my own home.”

Grace glared at her brother. “You said this was where you lived.”

“It is.” He shrugged. “Caroline owns it and I live here.”

Grace grabbed her brother’s arm and pulled him into the hallway. “What’s going on, she looks old enough to be our mother?”

“Who cares, she’s fucking loaded.” He grinned. “I’ve been living a life of luxury for the past year and all I have to do is keep her happy if you know what I mean.” He laughed squeezing his dick over his jeans.

“You’re disgusting.” Grace snapped pulling her brother further away from the living room. “Have you seen the state of her, her lips look like they’re going to explode.”

“I know but they’re great when she sucks my dick.” Richie grinned.

“Richie!” Grace slapped her brother's arm and laughed. “I don’t want to know things like that.”

Richie wrapped his arm around Grace and hugged her. “I see you’re still as straight as ever.” He laughed kissing her forehead. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Grace hugged her brother back and rested her head against his chest. “Are we going to spend some time on our own or will she be here all the time?”

Richie began walking towards the living room with his arm around her shoulders. “She doesn’t live here, she’s married so goes home every night.”

“You better be careful,” Grace shook her head in disbelief. “You don’t want her husband coming after you.”

“I’ll be ok.” Richie shrugged. “He doesn’t have a clue what’s going on.”

“And how would you know that?” Grace curiously asked.

“Because I work for him and believe me if he knew, I doubt I’d be standing here talking to you right now.”

“Oh my god.” Grace threw her arms up in despair. “I can’t believe you just said that. What if her husband finds out and he comes here to hurt you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Richie laughed placing his hands on her shoulders. “Caroline is going to divorce him soon.”

“Really,” Grace rolled her eyes. “So, she can live happily ever after with you?”

“I doubt it,” Richie sighed holding her hand as he led her towards the living room. “But either way what Caroline has planned will make us both wealthy.”

“What do you mean to make us both wealthy!” Grace gasped pulling her hand out of his. “What have I got to do with this?” She stopped walking shaking her head. “And I’m not going in there if she’s still naked.”

Richie laughed glancing in the living room to see if Caroline was dressed; she was. “It’s safe to go in,” he laughed gesturing Grace to follow him.

Grace suddenly felt nervous as she stood by the balcony door and gazed across the ocean thinking how beautiful it was. Turning to look at her brother, with his brown hair, dark blue eyes, and well-toned body he could have any girl he wanted. She couldn’t believe he chose to be with the woman sitting next to him who’d obviously had plastic surgery to try to keep her looks. Caroline didn’t look real with her platinum bleach blond hair, huge plastic tits, and lips swollen with filler.

“So, what’s going on?” Grace curiously asked sitting on the comfy chair by the balcony.

Richie smiled as he leaned forward resting his arms on his knees. “I know you’re looking for some part-time work while you’re here so I’ve found a job for you.”

“Ok, that’s good.” Grace suspiciously looked at him. “But why am I feeling I’m not going to be happy with it?”

“You’re good at secretarial work, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Grace scrunched her face in disappointment. “But I don’t fancy doing that, I’d rather find something a bit more challenging.”

“Perfect!” Caroline laughed squeezing Richie’s leg. “I’ve got just the job for you.”

Grace glared at Caroline; she didn’t like her one bit. “And what’s that?”

“Do you know who my husband is?” Caroline sweetly smiled flicking her hair over her shoulder.

“No,” Grace shrugged; she didn’t have a clue.

“He’s Vincent Howardson!” Caroline’s brows raised in surprise as she looked at Richie then back at Grace. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“No,” Grace’s heart began to race, she knew who Vincent was and hadn’t recognized Caroline; her looks had drastically altered since she’d last seen her in a magazine.

“Really!” Caroline gasped in despair.

“Stop messing around Grace.” Richie snapped. “You know who Vincent and Caroline Howardson are.”

“Of course, I know who they are,” Grace smirked feeling good that she’d pissed off Caroline. “So, what’s the job?”

Caroline’s demeanor changed, she lay her head on Richie’s shoulder, he began to stroke her hair to comfort her. “Things haven’t been going well between us for a long time so I’ve filed for divorce.”

“What’s that got to do with the job.” Grace could feel herself getting a little impatient now.

Tears welled in Caroline’s eyes as she leaned forward and took a deep breath. “When I married Vincent, there was a prenup. If we divorce I get one million for every year we were married.”

“How much!” Grace gasped. “How long have you been married?”

“Fifteen miserable years,” Caroline grumbled.

“Then divorce him and you get fifteen million.” Grace rubbed her forehead already feeling stressed with Caroline.

“Why should I!” Caroline quickly stood up with her hands balled into fists. “We were together for ten years before we got married and that’s not been taken into consideration. I helped him build his company and he made sure he was going to keep it all if anything went wrong between us. He’s worth over a billion and all I get is pennies!” she cried.

Grace leaned back in her chair shocked at Caroline’s outburst; she looked like a spoiled child. Richie stood up, gently wrapped his arms around Caroline, and held her against his chest. He looked at Grace and half-smiled. “There is a way she can get more from him.”

“And how’s that?” Grace curiously asked.

“Caroline’s solicitor says if she can get proof that Vincent has had or is having an affair, he can get the courts to void the prenup because of his infidelity.”

“Oh right,” Grace mumbled, gazing out of the balcony watching people surfing and swimming in the sea, she just wanted to be outside enjoying herself like they were.

“Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?” Caroline sniffled, wiping the tears from her face.

“Not really, but go on,” Grace huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

Caroline walked to a cupboard in the corner of the room, took out a pink holdall, she placed it on the coffee table in front of Grace, and sat down. “I want you to come and work at my house as my assistant and make a pass at my husband to see if he will have an affair with you?”

“What!” Grace gasped. “Are you fucking crazy?”

“No, I’m not crazy.” Caroline lit a cigarette and relaxed back on the sofa. “This is business.”

Grace stared at Caroline in disbelief. “How can me whoring myself out to your husband be business?”

“It’s like Richie told you, if I can prove my husband is having an affair, my solicitor will get the prenup made void and I will get so much more than fifteen million.” Caroline slyly smiled as she took a long drag of her cigarette. “If you have an affair with my husband and keep it well documented, I will pay you one million.”

“This is a wind-up, isn’t it?” Grace laughed glancing from Caroline to Richie. She soon stopped laughing when she saw the serious looks on their faces. “You’re being serious, aren’t you?”

“It’ll only be for three and a half months, that’s when we have the divorce hearing. Inside there,” Caroline sweetly smiled pointing to the pink holdall. “Is fifty-thousand cash to buy yourself a new wardrobe, you need to get your hair and nails done too.”

“I haven’t said I’ll do it yet.” Grace nervously licked her lips as she stared at the holdall. “What if he isn’t tempted into playing your silly game?”

“Listen, honey.” Caroline slyly smiled sitting next to Richie. “The miserable bastards not touched me for nearly four years now. I’m not sure if he’s fucking someone else, if he is, he’s being incredibly careful or maybe he isn’t,” She paused for a while staring at Grace. “But I know a puppy like you will definitely catch his attention.” She laughed rolling her eyes. “And if he did fuck you, don’t worry too much about it, it would be over within minutes.”

Grace’s heart thudded in her chest as she took some of the money out of the holdall and spread it out on the coffee table in front of her.

“Grace,” Richie said kneeling in front of the table. “You won’t be on your own in the house. I work there, so you’ll see me every day.” He smiled leaning across the table and held her hands. “Just think about it, if Vincent doesn’t play the game, you’re going to spend the next three months living it up in a mansion and have fifty thousand tax-free to play with. And if he does play the game then you get one million for three months work.”

Grace was tempted but wasn’t sure what to do. “Would you do it?”

“Hell yeah!” Richie cried. “You’d be a fool not to do it. If you succeed, that money will change your life forever.”

Grace nervously chewed her lip as she stared across the room. Even though Vincent Howardson was twenty years older than her, she had a massive crush on him when she was a teenager. Grace took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead as she turned to face Caroline. “Ok I’ll do it, when do I start?”

“On Monday.” Caroline smiled walking to the drinks cabinet and took out a bottle of Champagne. “So, for the next few days, we’re going to hit the salons and make you look irresistible.”

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