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The invitation from Lord Bruce Linderman
smelled strongly of Old Spice. Embossed on the envelope was a
single golden key, and inside were few directions that read like an
encrypted treasure hunt to his house. When Bruce did odd things
like that, like soak his stationary until the parchment had an
overwhelming scent or confuse people where his new mansion was
located, people said he was eccentric. Camille herself couldn’t
deny he beat to his own drum after he took a long trip to England
to purchase his Lord title, but everyone accepted his ways because
he was a brilliant businessman and his wealth surpassed most of the
richest in the world.
Despite his unconformities, Camille found
him irresistible, or perhaps she liked him because of them. She
loved his unusual behavior; his peculiar thoughts and actions kept
her on her toes and she liked that. Around him she could be her own
person, and without fear he’d judge her. But it had been years
since she’d had the pleasure of his company, and in hopes to see
him, she stole the invitation from her mom.
Back when Bruce was married to her mom,
Aubrey, he had all the women’s attention—including Camille’s. She
was jealous of her mom, and toward the end of the summer, during
those few hot months she had with Bruce, she no longer hid her
feelings for him. On the other hand, nearly everything he did was
in pursuit of winning passionate sex with Aubrey. And gauging from
the noises echoing out of Bruce and Aubrey’s room, he was an
exceptional lover. In spite of his devotion to her and his ability
to satisfy her, the entire time Camille was falling in love with
Bruce, Aubrey was deciding she didn’t like bouquets of penis
pencils, a website dedicated to Aubrey’s anal, or accepting a large
gift that insinuated a night full of playful fun like a huge
saltwater tank of oysters ripe to eat as aphrodisiacs or a trip to
India to learn Kama Sutra from the best. In the end, Aubrey wasn’t
impressed and grew tired of sex. Her mom left Bruce, rather having
a hefty weekly allowance and abandoning the weirdness surrounding
constant foreplay.
Not that Aubrey was there for the divorce.
Bruce sent Camille to boarding school long before that. That summer
of her sixteenth birthday, everything blossomed between Bruce and
her before quickly falling apart. Prior to her stripping naked in
front of him poolside, he ignored her hints she liked him in order
to get to know her, but after she so boldly tried to seduce him,
she was gone within three days.
Years later, she was of age, and determined
to find out if he’d do things differently. And she had a reason to
suspect he could be interested in her. A memory kept giving her
hope that he once felt something for her. It was a few weeks before
she last saw him, before he had his guard up.
Bruce was in a good mood. A huge crate sat
on the deck of his enormous yacht. The package was flown in by a
helicopter while they vacationed at his private island in the
French Polynesia. Three men helped remove the large statue of a
woman standing beside a stone throne. The fair female looked
identical to Aubrey, but she was supposed to be Aphrodite. Bruce
wanted to sink the work of art yards off shore, as a lasting gift
to his beloved wife. Camille loved the idea, and she jealously
watched the men unload the hefty rock. Aubrey had no desire to come
and see the gift, Camille then took a seat in the thrown,
determined to steal all Bruce’s attention.
“Goddess of love, beauty, and sexual power,”
Camille said, and ran her hands down the smooth armrests while
looking at the nude body of Aphrodite. She snapped her gaze onto
Bruce, and added, “I feel sexier just sitting here. Do I look
sexier?” Camille leaned back in the seat, and made sure he’d look
over her body and think of her with luscious thoughts, she opened
her legs slightly to reveal her smooth bare skin on both sides of
her tiny bikini. Her pussy hid by a thin strap. She hoped
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