The middle aged man looked at the exquisite almond blonde with amber eyes, the daughter of his best client, with some apprehension. But David was not a man that was easily intimidated, so as he got dressed, he merely asked.
“What do we have to talk about?”
“My father’s special family project.”
“What project?”
“Oh come on, David! Do not play dumb with me! Let’s cut to the chase. Not only am I witness of what just happened here. I have video of it too. From that wifi camera over there. Say hi to it. And let me share with you this little clip.”
Said Ashley, as she texted a 1hr media file to the 50 something attorney from her phone.
“I’ll tell you what you’ll see. Excellent profile shots of you and Kat fucking like rabbits. Old, fat slob that you are, and the gorgeous 20 year old you could never have unless you paid for her. I’ll tell you what else. There are shots when you cover her face with your ugly mug, where the only thing you can see from Kat is her body, and her hair. And it just about looks like it is Jess, your own daughter, that you are fucking.”
David was now seething with anger. But he merely spat out.
“Ashley, what do you want?”
“I want you to keep me abreast of anything my father does in reference to that family project.”
“I can not do that. Your father is my client, not you. And he is a very powerful client.”
“David, it is not my father you have to worry about. My father will never know it was you who shared. And my father is not going to ruin your precious little family. But what will your wife, or daughter, think if they saw this video?”
And David’s anger only increased. But even as his mind raced, there and then he was failing to see how he could get an upper hand over the 21 year old extortionist. He might find a solution later, but for now he just spat.
“Exactly then, what do you want?”
“As I said. I am sure if my father is going to try to get in contact with… the bastard…he will reach out to you first. I want you to let me know before you are even done talking with him. Even if my father is not doing anything, I want you to report to me such every week. And to be clear, failure to keep me abreast of any activity or inactivity, your wife or daughter might have some new home video to watch and listen to.”
“If I do that, how do I know you won’t hold the video over me indefinitely?”
“You do not. But my only interest is my father’s bastard. Once that is over, it is over for you.”
And Ashley smiled at the feeling of having a middle aged fox like David by the metaphorical balls. Then she added.
“Do we have a deal?”
And despite his distaste, David nodded.
“What was that? I did not hear anything.”
Said Ashley. And looking like he was going to have a stroke, David spat.
“We have a deal.”
And Ashley sang in turn.
“Good choice David! Now get out of my suite!”
And the older man, that was fully dressed by now, walked out with his tail literally hanging limp between his legs, and his masculine pride and ego, no better than that. While Ashley felt the exhilaration of having secured her second mole.
*****
As Richard huddled together with his team in the field side locker rooms hut, hearing their coach give his pep talk, his mind was really all with Ashley. It had been little more than a week since he had met that girl, but she had him completely captivated by now. She was stunningly beautiful, and smart, and a true American princess. But she also seemed very interested in him. Genuinely interested in him. And he had never imagined a girl like her would take an interest in a boy like him. In him. Even if her interest did seem to manifest itself in a bipolar way. One minute making him feel like in a socio-sexual paradise. The next in socio-sexual hell. In his mind that only made her more captivating. Even as he had always told himself he would stay well clear of girls that it hurt to have a crush on, to fall for. Richard felt he could not help it. He wanted to get closer and closer to Ashley. And be with her.
“Ok team, this is just a friendly game, but we play every game like it is the final at the world cup!”
Said Richard’s and his friend’s coach.
“They have very strong forward. So our defense is going to have to play even stronger. They have an ever stronger defense. So our forward will have to play even stronger still. Keep the game fluid. Work for ball possession and keep passing the ball to your team. That team, whenever a single opponent hogs the ball, they take the ball. So keep passing forward and supporting each other. And do not ever let them get the ball within shot of Gary’s goal.”
The coach continued, as Richard’s friends listened, but Richard himself zoned out with thoughts of Ashley.
“We are playing on our homefield. So there is absolutely no reason why we should not crush it. Just keep your eye on the ball and anticipate. Both your team and the other team. Is that clear?”
Ended the coach. To an almost military chorus of.
“Yes coach!”
From Richard’s team. Except Richard, who just about mumbled the retort as a love sick puppy with his mind elsewhere.
When Richard and his team made it to the field, the first thing Richard did was scan the bleachers for his crush. And he was not disappointed. As near the very top sat Ashley, shining bright like the Princess she was, surrounded by three girlfriends which she had brought as wing women, as entourage, like the day they hard first met.
Ashley was off the charts alluring as usual. In provocative wedge sandals, low rise jeans, and a white tube top, all of which provocatively bared most of her exquisite feet, shoulders and midriff. Moreover, even from the field Richard could see she was nicely made up. And that she had a version of one of those hairdo’s he really liked on her. What Richard thought of as a “princess” or “bridal” hairdo. What he did not know was called a half-up half-down. And even though her friends, and some other girls in the bleachers, were pulling the trophy fangirl look nicely too, Richard though as usual Ashley was doing so head and shoulders above the rest. And he could not help but puff up with pride thinking that girl had come for him. Even more so when she cracked a very bright stadium lights smile at him, and very theatrically blew him a kiss that half the members of both teams saw. And Richard was smitten, as usual. Unfortunately for him, he never really refocused his attention on the game that began with a whistle from the referee.
Richard’s team kick-offed the game. And in fact Richard was the third to get the ball after Don, a fellow striker, passed the ball to Richard’s good friend Matt, a midfielder, who passed it on to Richard. Who lost it quickly to an intercept from one of the opposing team’s midfielders. That was a quick and unwarranted loss of ball possession for Richard, who was embarrassed by it as it was clearly below his usual game. And yet the first thing he did was look at the beautiful Ashley in the bleachers. Who merely smiled and flipped her exquisite almond blonde hair at him. And it really only went south for Richard from then on.
Normally these two teams where evenly matched. But ten minutes in it was clear ball possession and goal opportunities were increasingly being racked up by the away team, not the home team. As Richard team’s had a star striker’s head elsewhere, and a few other players were less but also somewhat distracted by the striker’s new stunning girlfriend and her friends. A mere twenty minutes in and Gary faced two opposing strikers and a midfielder all but alone, one of whom feinted a goal shot only to change the angle of attack by passing the ball to another. Exploiting an opening that Gary could not plug, and Richard’s team was down 0-1 twenty minutes in, on their home field.
Even that would not have been a problem if Richard’s team would have been able to strike back. Yet once that Richard’s good friend Luis, his team’s star defender, managed to steal the ball from the opposite team and do a beautiful almost field length pass at Richard, Richard failed his team again. As he did not even see the ball coming until it was just a couple yards in the air away from him, about to land by his feet. As Richard’s eyes had been fixed in between Ashley’s long slim legs. As the beautiful girl that unbeknown to Richard was his half-sister, did a casual ballerina type split-cum-stretch high on the bleachers that would have distracted any man, but was primarily intended for her half-brother’s benefit. After landing by his feet, Richard did not keep possession of the ball for a full second, before one of the opposing defenders stole it from him. And a great goal shot opportunity was lost, squandered, by the lust sick boy.
By the time the halftime whistle rang, Richard’s team was down 0-2. And half of its members, led by Gary the goalie, were incensed at the other half, but primarily Richard, for clearly being below their game. And their coach encapsulated that feeling when he began to bark at the team of boys standing on the side of the field by their bench when he said.
“What the hell is that! Eyes, and mind, on the ball, your teammates, and the opposing team. Not the pretty girls on the bleachers. I do not care if they are crown princess of the Netherlands or America’s next top model!”
“Yep! That is an accurate description of Richard’s new girlfriend.”
Inserted snarkily Gary, even before the coach was done speaking. Who then added.
“Gary, I am not done talking. But yes, you are one of the few up to your game. And yes, you Richard, these guys’ defenders have an easier time taking the ball from you this game than they have stealing candy from a toddler! So keep your eyes and head in the game. Or we’ll have to introduce a no WAGS rule here.”
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