Within the gated community of Crescent Point, sex and betrayal comes as naturally as breathing. Those who live within its walls have no worries to call their own and move along life in blissful play but when a new face appears in town, everything they know will be turned upside down and lives will be altered in ways none of them ever imagined...
James Kurtz, a well-built man in his mid-thirties, stood staring out his fifteenth floor office window down at the crowded street far below. He crossed his arms across his chest, shivering in the air-conditioned room. They always keep that damn thing on too high, he mused, pressing his forehead against the glass. God, I hate this fucking place. He pressed against the window and turned around and looked about the large office.
Double glass doors stood in the middle of the far wall, allowing him to look out onto the floor where various people in fancy suits and expensive shoes ran around back and forth, yelling and screaming and generally just giving James yet another migraine. As much as he desired silence, he was Vice President of Marketing at Kipson-Heeding Entertainment and as such he had very little time to himself and the quiet he so enjoyed. Every day he walked into the building, he would look at his mahogany desk, his oak walls, his floor to ceiling windows and he would wished he could trade places with his wife, Julie, a professor of philosophy at Collingtown University.
Imagining her with her fiery red hair, her piercing green eyes and her full, ruby red lips curled into that wicked smile that had first captured his heart and lower organs almost twenty years before eased the tension behind his eyes, making his head pound just a bit less.
He still remembered the first time he had laid on eyes her as she stood in front of the class wearing a fitted navy blue blazer over a white dress shirt. That first day, he could barely pay what she said any mind; his eyes had remained fixed on her long and slender legs that disappeared underneath the half-thigh length of her navy blue skirt.
He knew then that he wanted his professor in any way she would allow. And that night, after class had ended, he had gone back. The best he had hoped for was a drink. Instead, he lost his virginity…
A knock came to the door, bringing him back to his office, his life. He looked up to see his secretary, Angela Hackett, a petite and well-endowed, pinch-waisted young woman of twenty-two. Seeing her brought a smile to his face as he remembered that there was a perk or two to his position. He waved her in as he stepped away from the window.
“Morning Mr. Kurtz,” she said in her thick southern accent.
“Good morning, Angela.” He walked over to his desk and sat down in the leather chair while motioning her to join him. “What’s on the schedule today?” His eyes traveled from her sea-foam green eyes down her ample cleavage to her barely-covered legs. He enjoyed the peepshow as she sat, flashing just enough for him to see that she was, in fact, a natural blonde.
“Well, Mr. Kur-”
“Please,” he interrupted, “call me James.”
She smiled sheepishly as her gaze dropped to the desk. “Okay… James.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “Today you have a meeting at ten with Mr. Hill about his upcoming project, a lunch meeting with Mr. Coppola and a staff meeting at three. Oh, and Mr. Kipson will be calling at four-fifteen.”
“Another fun day…” He looked past her, trying to clear his mind. He missed the days when he and Julie traveled the world, searching for their next great adventure. But eventually Julie became pregnant and the two of them decided to settle down. When they arrived in Crescent Point he had run into his old friend Allie Heeding, who just happened to be married to one of the most powerful men in the entertainment business. A week after moving into their new house, he had a job offer from Jake Kipson. While he enjoyed the life that his job afforded him and his family, he had found himself missing what he and Julie had once had.
“James? Are you okay?”
He shook his head, blinking wildly. It took a moment before she came into view. He smiled weakly and nodded. “I’m fine, fine. Just… just been a long week, is all. Thank you, Angela.”
She nodded as she stood, making sure to smooth out her skirt. “Okay, then. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, no,” he said, politely waving her off. “All set here.”
She opened her mouth then shut it quickly before turning on her heels and walking out. As the door closed behind her, James slouched in his chair and sighed loudly.What the fuck am I doing here?
- - - -
Allen Darwood, forty-five with the looks of a twenty year old, sat behind his desk staring down at the transfer papers laid out in front of him. As a Vice-President at Edward F. Hollingsworth Preparatory School, part of his job was to speak with late-enrollment students on their first day. He brushed his dark, almost-black hair across his forehead as his blue eyes scanned the paperwork in front of him.
Raul Vinard, seventeen, was the new student. His dark hair was cut short and gelled up over his forehead. His dark eyes gave away nothing that went on behind them; they seemed dead and empty. He pursed his lips as he looked around the small, cramped office.
“So, Raul, it says here that you’re a ward of the state.” Allen said, still looking at the scattered papers.
“Till March, then I’m on my own.” His voice was flat, free of emotion.
Allen looked up, a show of concern in his eyes. “Well, if you need anything, my door is always open.”
“Good to know, Mr. Darwood. Is everything set?”
Allen nodded. “Yes, you can go. But first,” he reached for the phone on his desk. “Why don’t I get you a tour guide.”
Raul shrugged. “Sure, yea.”
- - - -
Samantha sat on a bench in the boy’s changing room, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. Her eyes were red, cheeks tear-stained. In front of her Elijah sat holding his lighter up in front of her.
“What the fuck, Eli? I mean… with Ashlee? Her pussy ain’t nothin’ special. ‘cept maybe as the most rode toy in CP. Jesus fuckin’ hell… I jus’ wanna…” She leaned forward, lighting her cigarette and puffing it twice before taking it from between her lips. “Rip his dick off and shove it down his cum-guzzlin’ throat.”
“But…” Elijah said, taking the cigarette from her.
“But… I’d rather have some fun with his slut ass.” She took the cigarette back. “Light your own. And help me figure out how best to mind fuck this asshole.”
“Attention students,” a woman’s voice blared over the intercom, “would Elijah Connor please report to the main office? Elijah Connor to the main office, thank you.”
“Shit; what’d I do now?” He stood up quick, grabbing his bag off the bench.
“The list is too long,” Samantha said, chuckling. She stood also and reached out and pulled him into a hug. “Thanks for listening.”
“Anytime,” he said, squeezing her tight. “And meet me outside during lunch; we’ll figure out what to do about your ass of a boyfriend.”
- - - -
Elijah walked past the secretaries crammed into the outer area of the main office directly into Mr. Darwood’s office. Darwood sitting directly in front of a boy he did not know though from the look of him he thought he would not mind learning more about him. He had deeply bronzed skin, rich caramel eyes and thick, pouty lips. Elijah felt a stirring in lower body parts; he closed his eyes and forced himself to silently repeat I’m seeing Cater over and over.
He nodded at Allen as he stepped through the door. “You called?”
“Yes,” he said, standing. “I’d like you to meet Raul Vinard; he’s new here. Care to show him around?”
“Sure,” he said, looking again at Raul. “Why not?”
“Good,” Allen said. “Raul, this is Elijah. Elijah?”
“Hi,” Elijah said, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Hey, man. What’s good?”
“Round here?” Elijah laughed. “Not much; we gotta create our own fun.”
Raul raised an eyebrow. “Really?” A wicked smile formed on his lips.
Elijah returned the smile as he motioned for Raul to follow. “C’mon, why don’t we get this tour started?”
“Lead the way.”
As the boys walked out, Allen began gathering up Raul’s paperwork, re-scanning all the information. As he came to the boy’s birth certificate, his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as he slumped back into his chair.
“Oh, fuck me.”
- - - -
Paul Conner watched as his wife Beth pulled her panties back on, wiggling her hips as she pulled the thin fabric up her smooth, milky white thighs. The naughtiest images ran though his mind as he stared at her bent over before him, sliding her fingers along her nether parts.
“Oh. My. God.” His voice was low, guttural.
She looked behind her, flashing that perfect smile, her rich brown hair framing her delicate face. “Flattery will get you everywhere, handsome.” She stood slowly and turned around, her arm across her, barely covering her breasts. “Don’t you wish you had time for an encore?” She slid a hand down her stomach and into her panties.
“Too bad,” she said, giggling. “I need to get ready for work. Some of us actually need to leave the house to make money.” She leaned down and kissed him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. “But tonight…”
“You bet that tight ass.” He pulled himself up to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She kissed him again before backing away, grabbing her robe off the bed. “I need to clean up now. Mind starting the coffee?”
“Sure.” He hopped off the bed and as he walked towards the door, his phone rang. He grabbed the phone as he passed the dresser and looked down at the caller ID. “Hey Allen.” He stopped cold, listening intently. “Are you sure?” His eyes widened. “Fuck. What are-”
“Everything okay, hon?” Beth called from the bathroom.
“Um, yea,” he yelled back. “Just work stuff.” He jogged down the hall and into the kitchen, where he was sure Beth could not hear. “Shit, man. Okay, okay. I can’t talk about it right now. I’ll come down to the school at lunch. Yea. See you then.” He hung up and dropped the phone onto the counter. “Shit, fuck, shit.”
- - - -
Elijah led Raul to the auditorium, where they were both due for study hall. They took seats in the back of the large room, away from everyone else. Elijah watched Raul as he took his seat and leaned back, his arms crossed behind his head. Those sweaty flesh-filled images again flashed through his mind, bringing a warmth to his cheeks.
“Yes?” Raul asked, leaning close.
“Oh, um… nothing,” he said, sinking into his seat. “Just, um, thinking.”
“Um… Well, you.”
“Well, you are the new kid and all. Where you from?”
“Actually, here. Originally. But mom moved us back to New York right after I was born to take care of Gramma. She died when I was five and then mom died when I was eleven. Got bounced around from foster to foster and then bam. Ended up back where I started. ‘s cool, though. Maybe I can find my pops.”
“And here, this school?”
“Got a call from my social worker sayin’ that I was gettin’ some kinda scholarship for orphans or some shit and figured what the fuck.”
“Yea, def cool. So… any news on who your dad is?”
“Not yet, but hopefully I can figure somethin’ out. Be nice to know, ya know?”
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