Ma Cher

I could afford many things, but I didn't want to marry a man who didn't know his head from his foot. That or only thought with his cock. It was easy to think about many of the hot CEOs in the city, but I didn't want to think about what they would say about me. So I rolled my eyes for, like, the millionth time, then spoke in a soft, soothing tone to my mother.

"I would only be outside long enough to get in the car, then to go to your house. It isn't like I would be lying on the ground or getting in a strange car." I tell her, but I know the fight is going to happen no matter what I say. She is my mother and thinks I am still her little girl.

"Some of these people were taken from shelters in a nice warm building, my dear. I still think you should think of something else." My mother told me like I was a three-year-old child. It wasn’t enough that she had picked out my outfits for years. Now she wanted to do it again! It is my life, and I wasn’t going to allow her to run it.

I gave her what she wanted. I said I would think of something else; the truth was I was set on being a whore now. My mother would have a heart attack when I showed up in the getup. I gave a slight laugh when I hung the phone up after we said our goodbyes. After I read the last of the paper, I looked up at George and gave a slight smile. The butler/driver/cook was an astonishing man; he had been hired when I was twenty to be my butler/driver/and bodyguard. He took on the cook part because I sucked at cooking, if you can believe that. I stood and then brushed the wrinkles out of my shirt, which earned me a slight smile.

George wasn't old; standing at six foot two, he did, however, tower over me. Wide in the shoulders with longish brown hair that brushed his shoulders, he was most women’s perfect wet dream. Most of the time he had it pulled back and tied off. I didn't force the man to wear a tux or suit for a uniform. He needed something more comfortable, though he wanted nothing more than to help me. Like a good servant—HMPH, HMPH, what a concept.

"Looking lovely as always, Cher." George spoke to her with a smile; he wanted her in so many ways. She only stood around five feet two inches, and he knew that she was built to take long... He really needed to clean up his mind about her.

This was one of the only people able to call me that and I not jump down their throat. As it was, a slight blush tinted my cheeks as I looked into his crystal-blue eyes that always showed a hint of laughter in them. A shine that welcomed and called to me in a deep part of myself. No, I never attacked the handsome Cajun standing in front of me; I have had a few wet dreams about him, though. The way his big hands would slide a path down my body...oh lord, I need to get those thoughts out of my mind. With a slight shake, I gave him a feeble smile and tossed the paper to the coffee table.

"Shall we go and get our costumes? Mother wants me to be a princess or something. I don't think this body would look good in any of those outfits." I asked with a smirk; he would lose his mind when he saw what I was going to do.

“Ah, don’t know, cher, you would look succulent as de princess,” George told her about being able to picture her with that dress thrown over his head, welcoming him into her hot heat.

I was so shocked by what he said that I just stood there gaping at him. The way he acted was nothing new for me, but sometimes he really made it hard for me to play the part of a boss. I waved my hand down my body and noticed that his eyes followed the gesture. Wow, he was making it rather hard not to rape him. After a moment, I started down the hall to slide into my overpriced Jimmy Choo boots. I really do love the way they hug my calves.

"What do you want to go as, Nat, that has your Nannan in a mood?" George could just see her doing something else that would piss off her mother.

"A whore..." I say with a giggle, That is until I look at his face. The man has turned from sexy butler to hot bodyguard in a hot second. My green eyes light up with mischief, but it dies out at the look on his face. "You know if you keep looking like that, I might have to break my rule and ravish you."

One eyebrow lifts at the thought of us getting hot and sweaty in my rather large bed. Then he goes right back to that look of wanting to turn me over his knee and give me a spanking. Wow, that was a thought that made me squirm a little. I could feel the warmth travel down my body and settle between my thighs. It has been a while, OK?

"Galee, Ma Cher, are going ta get you’self a spanking, and ah am sure you would enjoy each smack. Ah must advise against you dressing this way for Halloween. This man or men dat are taking dese people an't trying to hide de fact dat he is liking cutting dem up. Ah have a feeling dere is more to it dan then taking bits and pieces. With de advances in tech now a days you would tink dey are testing something on dem." George spoke like he knew more than he did.

If I had only known the truth right then, George did know something of what was going on. It didn’t even seem to dawn on the stupid Cajun to tell me anything. He helped me into my jacket, and I felt his hands run up my arms. Was he having the same trouble I was? Keeping my distance had never been so hard; the smell of him was driving me to do something I would never have thought myself capable of. With little thought I let my body sway toward him, my rump sliding over his crotch, and I was rather sure there was something there that was happy at my attention.

"You are playing wit fire Natalia. Keep rubbing, and I might hav my way wit dat lovely tchew of yours." George looked like he was holding himself back.