CHAPTER FIVE

The pool

*Murphy*

Thinking through what happened at the movies I smiled feeling contented as if I’d already fucked Julie.

“Phase three is completed, phase four of the wooing game ignited,” I muttered to myself.

My game and art of seduction were being fruition and I was happy. I felt good knowing that I finally got my hands busy with the girl that wanted to make me see her as a demigod that’d never fall for my proposal. It was obvious that I was getting closer to fucking that sweet pussy because of the responses I started getting from her lately.

Since I’d been in the game of using what I had to get what I wanted, I never encountered anyone as difficult as Julie. It was the cogent reason why I vowed to spend a fortune just to get her pinned in my bed so that I’d be humping her the way I wanted.

At that point, I didn’t have to press further but made use of Louis Carter’s expertise to get her bank account digits. But before then, I summoned Jeff to my office and handed half a million dollars for his wedding preparations. I told him to come back to me if he needed more. He was so happy and wished to serve me forever but he wasn’t my target but just benefiting from being a part of a bigger plan. Let’s say he was lucky.

On that clement Saturday morning, I wired a complete two million dollars into Julie’s account even without making a contact or getting in touch with her. It was time to change my strategies from the ever-disturbing guy to the aloof man who hardly had time for her. That strategy is called the principle of ‘hide and seek’. I was fully equipped with the knowledge to face the situation, so it wasn’t hard making use of my wits to my advantage.

Before sending the two million dollars to her, I stopped making contact with her on the phone for about three days. I knew she must have been stuck with an expectation of my usual perturbations to her but she wasn’t getting it. I trusted my strategies and was willing to use more of them if she kept being stubborn.

I knew that her long absence was because she was fighting to remain uneasy but she was going through a lot not getting my usual numerous calls and text messages.

As I was relaxing on the deck chair at the poolside of my house, one of my bodyguards brought my cell phone to me to inform me that it was beeping. I collected the phone from him but I wasn’t bothered to check the caller because I knew that it was Julie who was calling.

When I later took the phone, I saw her number and smiled. I dropped the phone back and continued reading through a book about the laws of power, even though at that point, I wasn’t concentrating on the book but was expectant of her redials.

In a couple of seconds, her call began to buzz. I then took the call and said: “Hi, dear,”

She didn’t talk but kept breathing hard that I could feel the vibration from my side.

After a while, she said; “I got the alert,”

I spent a while feeling happy but didn’t reveal my mood to her. I was happy for the emotional torture and indebtedness I’d created. I was satiated with such feelings, so I wallowed in it.

“Cool, but that doesn’t mean you should come and start fucking me immediately,” I replied even though I was just playing with her emotions because I already knew the result of the game.

“I never knew you were serious about sending money of such magnitude to me,” she said breathing harder and panting seriously as if she just completed a marathon race, “How do we go about this? I’m confused and I don’t know how to tell you that it will be hard for me to allow you to have carnal knowledge of me even when my fiancé is yet to touch me for the first time in many years,”

I was wowed to hear that. I couldn’t imagine what could make two people that have dated for many years not be having marathon sex the way they felt cool. The divulging of that information gave me the zeal and encouragement to ensure that I screwed her pussy by all means.

“For that purpose, I’ll wire an additional half a million to you,” I promised and flipped my computer immediately for the transfer.

“Please, I beg of you,” she pleaded, “don’t spend another dime. What I have in my account is already getting my head spun with confusion. At the initial stage, you mentioned two million dollars and lived up to it, so don’t go further. If I’ll accept your proposal, I will. And if not, no matter the additional amount, I’ll remain adamant and unyielding,”

“So what are you saying or trying to make me understand?” I asked trying to know the exact point she was trying to make concerning the proposal.

She remained calm and thinking. I knew she was possibly battling with her emotions and finding it hard to send the money back to me. She must have thought of declining my offer but I had to give her more time to be sure of what she wanted even though I already knew the end of the whole charade.

“Okay, let’s do it this way,” I said, in a bid to surmount the situation successfully and take the cake in that battle of immorality.

“Please, don’t say further,” she pleaded because she knew that each time I say something, it must be something mind-blowing and strategic to win the game.

“I must say it,” I insisted.

“Okay, shoot,” she concurred

“Notwithstanding that, you already have the money which can take care of you for many years; I’m making a new promise now,”

“What could it be?” she queried breathing hard in wait.

“Keep the money even if you decline my proposal,” I said to her just to make her indebted to me, “I can even send you more just to make you happy,”

That new promise was the last straw to break the Camel’s back. It was aimed at creating a kind of guilt in her mind, which would keep her to be perpetually having feelings of obligation to me until she submits herself for my huge sledgehammer.

“Please, don’t do this,” she said as she pulsated with confusion. “Take your money back. I feel like I am barricaded in bondage and unable to be emancipated,”

The heat was already on and I already got her cornered by the proposal and hard choices. It was the time to act and strike on my target.

“I’m not going back from what I’ve done. That’s my principle,” I maintained, smiling secretly and feeling victorious in the game. “If you need my private jet for your honeymoon, that’ll be a bonus for you guys. Remember; this bonus has nothing to do with your acceptance or rejection. Meanwhile, I’m busy right now,” I said and hung up.

That was the height of it because I just left her in a condition where she was almost enslaved to her choices. It would be hard for her to unshackle the imaginary chains I used to get her bound and gagged.

I knew that she’d call back, that was why I hung up and continued enjoying the breeze at the poolside. I was busy having fun with the strong Moet wine to cool my system. My sunglasses graced my face and reduced the effect of the sun on my eyes. I wasn’t bothered about the sun but wanted to appear cool. I was just putting on my speedo and looking sexy. Being rich is cool but knowing how to enjoy the money is cooler.

In about three minutes, Julie called back. I deliberately didn’t take the calls but kept relaxing and smiling. She called about five times without giving me a break. When I discovered that she was already tired, I took the phone and dialed her number.

Without delay, she took the call at the first ring and said: “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m not hurting you and I’m sure of that,” I said assuredly while pretending not to understand what she was talking about, “I gave you the money and the freedom but you still make me feel as if I’m hurting you. Do you know what? Take the money and never come back. I wish you well at your wedding. Always call on me whenever you need my help. I’m hanging up now,”

“Please, please, and please, don’t ever do that,” she yelled tearfully, “There is something about you that I can’t resist,” I was eager to hear that, so I didn’t talk but listened, “You are young, handsome, rich, caring, charismatic and adventurous, with an aura of romanticism around you. I can’t resist you even if you offered nothing. You’re the master of the game and you’re already winning me over. Please, spare me,”

I felt so elated, proud, and energized by her confessional statements. Her sweet words got me smiling secretly and nodding my head in an accomplishment of a long-awaited desire.

“Start coming to my house now, let me have a taste of your pussy,” I said boldly with a strong feeling that she’d never turn down my offer this time.

The statement was a shock to her, so she became mute as silence flared. I didn’t have to say any other thing, so maintained the serenity and waited for her reply. Patience was the virtue I embraced in that game of proposal.

“But I don’t know the route to your house,” she said as she broke the silence.

“My driver will be coming to pick you straight away,” I said and chuckled, “whenever I want something, I get it,” I boastfully added to let her know that she’s been enslaved by my proposal and there is nothing she could do about it.

“Why are you vaunting about such a thing?” she noted sadly but I didn’t care because when money talks, bullshit becomes fun.

“Because I’m the pilot, therefore I handle the wheels,” I answered without mincing words. “You can still chicken out because my driver will soon be on his way. Do I tell him to forget about it?”

“No objection,” she said, “he can come and pick me. I’m waiting,”

“Don’t bother about what to wear,” I added, “I have something sexy for you and my driver will come along with it,”

“Yes, Sir, but…”

“No buts,” I retorted, “That’s my choice,” I said and hung up.

I sent one of my drivers to pick the girl with one of my four-wheeled machines. The latest model of my 812Superfast-V12 Ferrari which I fondly call ‘my baby boy’ was to bring her over to my house. I was bent on impressing and getting her to say ‘Yes. That was what I was going to achieve in a jiffy.

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I remained at the poolside, exposing my hairy bare chest and thick abs. I’d been busy with the gym lately, so I got what it takes to draw a woman closer and faster.

As I was still on my sunglasses that evening, downing my wines, and getting ready to meet my girl, one of my bodyguards accompanied her to the swimming pool. That was the day I discovered that she was as stunning as I never imagined; she looked so sexy in that long sleeve bandage dress. That vestido de Madrinha, bodycon club dress made me realize how curvaceous she was. The sexy dress revealed one side of the strings of her G-string panties. The dress was more beautiful on her body than it was in the boutique. Her long strapped six-inch high-heeled leopard-skinned gladiator shoes embellished her appearance. That very moment, I respected myself for being women's dress selection par excellence.

I was wowed as I looked at her through the sunglasses. My face was full of smiles as she walked towards me like a model on a catwalk. When she got close to me, she stood still, probably thinking of what to do with such an obnoxious personality like me.

“You’re welcome, love,” I said and stood up revealing the fullness of my macho and abs. My appearance was evident that I’d been on bodybuilding training. “You look like a sex goddess,” I added as I looked dazed and flabbergasted.

“Isn’t that what you need?” she smilingly said with the radiance of her countenance melting my heart.

As I stared at such a well-stacked lady as she stood still, I had an erection in a wink.

“Not just exactly what I need because you’re more,” I expressed with utmost bewilderment. “Come closer to your man,” I said and beckoned her forward.

I never knew she’d been concealing a lot in her dresses until that day. Julie impressed me more than I’d ever dreamt of. That instant, I began to appreciate my choice of target woman for proposal games.

She walked seductively towards me with a dimpled smile, making my heart race faster than usual. A lot was left to my imagination as I looked through her side and saw the best fit of those sexy red G-strings panties. That was a perfect allurement

When she got to me, she placed her hands around my neck and whispered into my ear: “You’ve got what you wanted, so go for it,”

It was a signal to me that my appearance was already doing some magic on her. I didn’t have to waste time, so I started kissing her. I found her lips with mine which ushered in a powerful tongue-to-tongue kiss that ensued.

She didn’t pull back but returned the kiss in full though she was still afraid to touch my bulging cock that was already brushing against her thigh through that protuberance.

As we kissed, I held her closer and pulled up her dress. It was exciting watching her raise her hands submissively for me to do my wish. I quickly flung her dress into the swimming pool. Slowly, I pushed her away a bit, to quickly observe the voluptuousness of her sexy curves, shapely butts, and bulging hip one more time.

“You’re a femme fatale,” I confessed and pulled her back to me.

The kiss was becoming intense and more interesting. She placed her hands on my chest, revealing those long artificial nails; well coated with a powerful combination of blue and black colors. The choice of the colors of her nail polish was a perfect match with her dress and shoes.

“Thanks, boss,” she said and started rolling my nipple in between her fingers. She twinged my nipple to make me feel the sharp but pleasurable pains.

Passion overtook us as we started feeling all-consumed by the ecstasy of the moment. I took hold of her smooth hand and dragged it along my chest down to the abs. There was a brief stopover at my speedo, to make her feel the bulge of my cock.

“I’m sure you like it,” I whispered to be sure that she was having the full feelings of horniness as I romanced her.

“Yes…yes I do,” she faltered, “have you been into this game with other women?”

I chose not to answer that but carried her up like a baby in my arms and threw her into the pool. I dived into the pool so that we’d continue there.

As she kept the sweet smooching going on, she became confident enough to make use of my cock. She started caressing my veiny dick and getting me firmer and harder.

I tugged the strap of her bra before I undid it. It was ecstatic as I watched the bare perky breast spring out with a heavy nod. I kissed her from the neck down to the chest before getting her boobs busy with a firmer squeeze that could hurt.

She moaned with pleasure as I started sucking her nipple. The forward movement of her hip made me realize that I’d tugged the invisible string connecting her tits and her clit. She began to brush her body on my cock as she crossed her hands behind my ass.

While the foreplay lasted, she became so wet for me. I felt her jelly-like pussy juice when I found my way into her panties and forced her legs to part. I started deepening her pussy with my finger and feeling the slipperiness of the sweet cunt.

“Holy shit!” she groaned, “you got me, please stop,”

“I know you like it,” I said and continued poking my finger into her snatch.

Even though Julie complained, she still spread her legs gradually for me indicating that she was having mixed feelings of acceptance and rejection. She was just confused but she wanted more of me from what I could deduce from her body language.

I stooped and started kissing her belly button and fingering her pussy at the same time. When I got to the point that I found myself beneath the water, I tried to start sucking her pussy but she pulled me up and said; “I’m like a slave to you right now but please spare me this time,”

She was tearful and submissive, and that was sufficient to tell me that I was already the master of the game. I could just fuck her immediately if I could, but I chose to take it one step at a time.

“I’ve heard your plea,” I muttered and started pouring water on her which gave room to pool’s play.

We had fun in the pool and got tipsy with wine but we didn’t fuck. After the fun, we got out of the water and I watched her looking helpless as if I’d gotten her spellbound with my seduction.

Being that her dress was already soaked in the pool, I took her into one of the bedrooms and opened the wardrobe for her.

She was wowed to see lots of dresses. She became confused and unable to think of the choice to make.

“Oh, my…” she said and remained speechless.

She saw the collection of different kinds of ladies’ wear; shoes, panties, lingerie, makeup kits, and lots more.

“All these are for you,” I said to her as I watched her feel encompassed and bemused with the superfluity of choices, “so feel free to choosechoose the dress to wear since the one you came with is bedraggled,”

“You can’t be serious, honey,” she said and jumped on me while I carried her to the white bed and continued with the romance.

She was extremely happy and couldn’t resist me but we still didn’t fuck because she already craved my understanding.

After getting dressed in that sweet figure-hugging dress, that made her look like a supermodel, I escorted her to the car and handed over the key of the Ferrari to her, “This is yours. Take it home. It’s for your first cooperation,”

She was stupefied and couldn’t utter a word but started shedding tears of joy and bewilderment.

“I feel so…so happy,” she said stutteringly, “but I don’t know what to tell my fiancé about all these,”

“Tell him that I’ve offered you an employment as the manager of my perfumery factory; therefore, the car is your entitlement for being in such a management position,”

I just ended up making the workload easier for her.

“Wow, you’re such a great liar,” Julie said with dimpled chuckles, “but won’t he suspect anything?”

“To take care of his suspicion, tell him that he’d be managing my shopping mall downtown at Murphy Tower and leisure,”

Her happiness knew no bounds at that moment making her engraft a deep kiss on my lips.

“I love you, and I mean it,” she finally said which got me so happy for hearing such words from the right person.

I was happy to make that decision because it would make Jeff my subject and subordinate. That was the best way to keep his mouth shut even if he finally discovers any secret in the future. Notwithstanding that, I had to play my cards well to avoid such regrettable occurrences. In my callousness and selfishness, I still didn’t want to destroy Julie’s marriage, so Jeff needn’t be in the know.

I watched Julie as she entered her new ride and drove out of the compound. She took a second look at my glass mansion before she entered the streets.

I smiled at my accomplishment and said: “Phase four is completed. Phase five of the game ignited,”