Conflicting Desires: The Trophy

Conflicting Desires: The Trophy

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A product of the stereotypical Texas dream, the high school cheerleader attaching her dreams and opportunities to the star player. Bailey is confronted with her reality waking up now as a 24 year old, alone. Still an object of many men’s interest, and pleasure, she fights not to give into her own interest in being that object. Working a salon job scraping and clawing for every chance at her own independence , and dream to be a fashion designer. When seeking independence, Bailey is confronted with her lifelong habit of being someones trophy and the conflicting notion of her needs and her wants. Strong, independent, and witty, juxtaposed to her other self; weak, willing, desperate, delicious, Bailey Bethell has a bright target on her back when she meets a much older, wealthy southern “gentleman”.

Summary

A product of the stereotypical Texas dream, the high school cheerleader attaching her dreams and opportunities to the star player. Bailey is confronted with her reality waking up now as a 24 year old, alone. Still an object of many men’s interest, and pleasure, she fights not to give into her own interest in being that object. Working a salon job scraping and clawing for every chance at her own independence , and dream to be a fashion designer. When seeking independence, Bailey is confronted with her lifelong habit of being someones trophy and the conflicting notion of her needs and her wants. Strong, independent, and witty, juxtaposed to her other self; weak, willing, desperate, delicious, Bailey Bethell has a bright target on her back when she meets a much older, wealthy southern “gentleman”.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Conflicting Desires: The Trophy

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A product of the stereotypical Texas dream, the high school cheerleader attaching her dreams and opportunities to the star player. Bailey is confronted with her reality waking up now as a 24 year old, alone. Still an object of many men’s interest, and pleasure, she fights not to give into her own interest in being that object. Working a salon job scraping and clawing for every chance at her own independence , and dream to be a fashion designer. When seeking independence, Bailey is confronted with her lifelong habit of being someones trophy and the conflicting notion of her needs and her wants. Strong, independent, and witty, juxtaposed to her other self; weak, willing, desperate, delicious, Bailey Bethell has a bright target on her back when she meets a much older, wealthy southern “gentleman”. (After many request I hope you all appreciate the revised opening chapteralong with the next couple chapters to follow. It seems I found the characters and my writing edge a couple chapters deep so by request I am going back through to make the first part more consistant.)

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Submitted: July 07, 2013

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After many request I hope you all appreciate the revised opening chapteralong with the next couple chapters to follow. It seems I found the characters and my writing edge a couple chapters deep so by request I am going back through to make the first part more consistant.

 

The conflict of want and need.  It drives everyone of us to madness from time to time.  Some of us live in the want, knowing what we actually need, what is maybe “best” for us.  Others live in the need, living responsibly and logically as we tame our desires for something... “more interesting”.

 

Hearing her roll over to her bedside table as he allows the morning to greet his eyes.  Stretching his arms with pride, shaking off the sleep from a perfect night, after he had his way with the “hottest girl” in the bar last night.  Checking her messages he pays little attention as he looks over at her long flowing strawberry blonde curls, laying across her soft bare skin.  

 

“Hey girl, it’s me again I tried looking for you last night after you went up to the bar.  You must have lured another one of your boy’s into the lair.  I'll catch up with you today...  Ya’ know wrapping these unsuspecting boys around your little finger is not gonna change the past.  I’m sorry for preachin’.  You I know love you, see ya later”, the voice said over the phone.

 

Listening intermittently to the message but catching the drift, he was knocked right off the pedestal he had put himself on when he looked over at the catch he had made.  But who knows, she seems really sweet, he thought to himself.  “God!  She has a perfect body”, he thought as he raised his eyebrows just as she rolled over.

 

“What was that look?” She asked smiling playfully.  

“Nothing, I just think you are are fine as hell”, he says in his broken frat boy drawl.

“Well aren’t you a charmer, hun, how about you get yourself up and dressed, I’ve got a day to get to.”  She adds in a sweet and patronizing tone, running her tiny fingers playfully down his chiseled chest.  He melts, instantly forgetting the message he had just overheard as he regains his false confidence and he stands up out of her bed.  He walks across the room to retrieve his clothing like a peacock fluffing his feathers.  Rolling her eyes mumbling to herself, “Well at least he has a good body, even if he is an idiot”.  

 

“So Bailey, maybe I could get your number so we could hang out sometime, maybe do this again? She smiles sweetly, laying across the top of her covers playfully looking at him with those perfect green eyes and that teasing heart melting look.

 

“Hmm that’s sweet hun, yeah.  How about you leave your number on the desk right there before you leave and I will call you sometime”, she says sweetly denying him as he smiles like a puppy wagging his tail.  Buttoning his shirt, and slipping on his flip flops as she watches from bed, “Umm Jason?”

“Yeah baby?” she cringes at his frat boy response.

 

“lemme have one more lil tease before you leave” Bailey says as she dances her tiny fingers down her smooth fair skin over her hip bone and down her thigh. He smiles as he swings low across the bed crawling between her legs kissing his way up her inner thigh laying his lips softly across her sweetness as he moves his tongue trying so hard to give her what she wants. Bailey runs her fingers through Jason’s hair as she giggles slightly finishing with a soft long playful hum to herself as she goes through the motions making him feel as if he has really taken her somewhere.

“Mmm that’s just right thank you Jason, mmmm.  Now you can go, mmmm yes”, she whispers.  He stands up smiling at her and she follows close behind grabbing a button down shirt to put on from another who had left it behind.  Walking him to the door, leaning in kissing him softly she runs her hand down his firm chest.

“That was a great night” he exclaims.

“Mmm you're right...  Well, see ya soon hun”

“Yup”. Kissing the air as she shuts the door.  

 

The applause begins from behind her at the kitchen table from her roommate Erica.  “Wow girl that was a hell of a performance, you have really perfected the art of melting men into the palm of your hand”.  

“Thanks, I think”, she says as she walks to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast.  

“He was really cute Bailey, mmm and he had a nice body. How was he?”  

“Pretty good I guess, mmmm he did pound me pretty good, ooh yeah he got really deep.”  Cringing as she moves slowly at the soreness in her body as she grins. “Mmmm I liked that...  Yeah I would give him a call again if I was bored”, she said, now acting the part that she plays when she is with Erica.  “Mmm well if you're too busy for him, lemme know I would play with him a little bit” she says loosely smiling.  

“I will let you know Erica”.

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Walking into the spa at the club in a bit of a rush, Candice the receptionist greets Bailey. “Hey girl, out late last night?”

“You could say that”, Bailey says grinning.

“Your 9 o’clock is here, it was scheduled off of a recommendation.”

“Huh, I hadn’t heard anything from my regulars, ok thanks Candice”.  Standing up Candice leans over her desk as she watches the slender one in her pencil skirt and halter top walk into meet her 9 o’clock. Smiling and star struck, all giddy like, Candice watches as Bailey turns to greet the heavyset man in the 5 thousand dollar Italian suit.  “Hello sir my name is Bailey, what kind of look are you hoping for today?” She asks as she leans in toward the sitting man, addressing him with no regard to who he may be or how he had come to request her.  

 

“Ah yes, Ms. Bethell, you are quite stunning, aren’t you?, my name is Scott Parish, darlin.  It is an absolute pleasure.”  He said as he stood up in her presents, and offered to shake her hand. Obliging Mr. Parish she laid her small delicate hand in his and he leaned forward kissing her hand softly.  “Mmmm Mr. Parish aren’t you quite the gentleman and charmer.” She said playfully “the pleasure is mutua miss.”

“Now what are you hoping for today?” She smiles as she takes in both the charm and the suit and hardly notices he is twice her age and quite a bit larger in proportion to herself.

His hand is strong in grip but silky smooth to the touch. He lifts her hand to his lips as he looks up at her taking in her smile and perfect flowing fiery waves laying softly over her bare shoulders.  

“Well, for starters, Ms. Bethell I would appreciate your company for dinner this evening. You truly are a treat to look at.” He replies in a tone as a perfect southern gentleman would, while scanning her body intently.

 

“Well thank you sir, I appreciate your offer.” She says blushing a bit, feeling the heat touch her cheeks and forehead.  Right then Parish takes the liberty to pull a strand of hair from her face, making his presence known charmingly while asserting himself upon her, but she had little notice of it.

 

Bailey leads him to her work station quietly processing the nature of her client.  “Mmmhhhmm, you are quite a picture, Darlin.” Parish exclaims as he takes a long look at Bailey from behind as he follows her to her station.

 

Parish proceeds to carry on with eloquence and charm as Bailey works away, both replying with wit and her playful nature as she sculpts around Parish’s receding hairline to fashion his new “stylish look”.  

 

“As soon as the merger was complete and the money had transfered to my company’s account, my wife served me divorce papers from our marriage of 29 years.  It’s just infuriating to think I carried her that long, I never once strayed.  She has always made sure I had a sensible classic haircut among other things that she has controlled for me in order to acquaint me with a particular image, of wealth and power.  Well I am goddamn sick of it Bailey, and I want to have a bit of fun.” Mr. Parish explains, as he drops the pleasantries for a moment.

 

“With all do respect sir.  A haircut is what you chose?”  She smirks a bit to shake him from the seriousness. “You might want to think a bit bigger.”

 

“I was thinking younger, petite, beautiful, willing, and deliciously witty.  What do you say Ms. Bethell?”  Parish asks as Bailey pulls away the trimming guards and brushes off his shoulder.  “You seem like the perfect fit, after our little interview here.  I have a bit of a proposal for you that should best expressed over a meal and a nice bottle of Cab.”

 

Fumbling with the brush as she almost drops it along with her jaw, Bailey was a bit taken aback by his forwardness. “An Interview?  I… I was just cutting his hair”, she thought to herself Flushed and flustered she walks to the rack to retrieve his coat as he stands. “I don’t know what to say Mr. Parish”

“You don’t need to say anything darlin, just look at me for a moment.” He says as she hangs the coat over his large frame.  He turns to her placing on her smooth soft face, his hand holding her chin still as he smiles softly.  “You are indeed a prize Ms. Bethell, I will leave the information for you, if you so choose to meet with me.” He says as he smiles and turns for the exit of the spa. “And thank you so much darlin for the trim.”

 

Not quite sure what to do or what to think, with her head spinning with conflict as Parish leaves she is confronted with his age, and general lack of physical appeal. “It’s not to say that he isn’t handsome or is he fat, he is kinda sexy in a way... He is just, ughh I don’t know.”  She thinks to herself.  walking to the front to see Candice about her next appointment she is greeted with the uncomposed over the top enthusiasm of her ridiculous co-worker.

 

“Oh my god!!!  What was he like? what did you talk about? what did he say?” Candice berates her with questions and overwhelms her with enthusiasm.

 

“Wait... Why do you know him Candice, and what is the matter with you?” Bailey asks as she sits down in a waiting room chair next to Candice’s desk. “What do you mean?!!!  He is Scott Parish”

 

“Well, I know that.”  Bailey says in a pointed fashion, rolling her eyes at Candice. “I know his name, but who is he?”, she asks in an exhausted and annoyed manner.  “He is a Fortune 500 business owner who started some online company from scratch, and he is worth millions now.  More importantly, he is the owner of the new Houston NFL team! and he left you this!”


Bailey takes the small black envelope from her, opening slowly her mind spins at all of the possibilities and unable to land on anything at all, she just decides to open the envelope and find out.


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