Junior Year Box Set

I understood what she meant; I’d even spoken to Halle about this. The question was, should I do it? Was I the kind of guy who was into casual sex? I looked back over the fall, and I’d been a little out of control, especially on recruiting trips. The question was, did I regret it? I mean, what teenager hires hookers for his friends, goes to a swingers party, and watches his friends at a gang bang? In under two weeks in LA, I’d let the makeup girl suck me off and had sex on set with one of my costars. And let’s not forget about last night. I even found I had a thing for a rocker girl.

It wasn’t like I wasn’t into older women. My freshman year, I’d spent time with three seniors, though with them there really wasn’t that much of an age difference. Aubrey, the model I’d met in Miami and then again in London, was at least ten years older than me. I would do both Adrienne and Hannah Minacci, and they were both older women.

So, was Rita being twenty years older a big deal? I’d given the woman a massage, and she sure didn’t look that old. The easy answer was that I’d always had fantasies about her. I’m sure most men had.

The only thing stopping me was Halle. Yes, she said we were just friends, but we both knew it was more than that. I’d kind of gotten myself into a situation with her, Brook, Zoe, and Pam. I was finding each one of them held a special place in my heart. The problem was that Tami had messed me up. If it hadn’t been for her, I would probably be serious about one of them right now, though I had no idea which one it would’ve been.

I looked at Rita and smiled.

“I love your daughter. We aren’t in love

, but I care for Halle way too much to have anything come between us. I know in my heart that I’d love to spend time with you. I’m sure you’ve seen what kind of effect you have on me. Halle has even told me some things about you, and I’m sure I could help you with them. But I admit I’m having a hard time getting past that you two are related.”

“I thought Halle had talked to you and explained about me,” Rita said and began to tear up. “David, I need someone I can trust. I need someone who can be a little rough with me. God, this is so hard. I hate I just admitted that to you, but I have to, I’m desperate. I need you.”

My heart went out to her, and I felt my resolve weaken, but then thought of a solution.

“I think you’re overlooking someone.”

“Who?” Rita asked hopefully.

“Fritz. He’s with you all the time and protects you. I’d be willing to bet that he’d help you with this issue,” I said.

She smiled sadly.

“I’d thought of that a long time ago, but I rejected that idea. For one, Fritz needs to have a professional distance from me to protect me well. And while he’s a good man, trustworthy, and I like him, Fritz isn’t what I need. He’s not an Alpha Male; he doesn’t have that natural … whatever it is you have.”

Rita took another tack.

“You said the only thing keeping you from doing this was that Halle and I were related. Have you ever been with relatives before?” she asked.

She could see that I had. Missy and Lisa were twins; while not mother-daughter, they were sisters.

“How was it?” Rita asked with a small smile.

I closed my eyes because she knew it had been great. Screw it! I would probably regret this, but then again, maybe not.

“Okay.”

Rita handed me a hotel key, holding it in the palms of both hands and her eyes down. So that was where Flo had gone while we made our clay tiles.

I took it, paid our bill, and had her lead the way, which she did without speaking or looking at me. We were soon in the hotel room.

I held the door for her, and she walked in ahead of me. I closed the door behind me, making sure with my fingers that it was firmly shut as I watched her. Rita slowly turned around to face me, unconsciously wringing her hands. She looked so lost and scared, but somehow, at the same time, looked hopeful.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I said. “When I gave you massages, you embarrassed me. You went too far when you were naked, and Caryn saw. From now on, you have to ask my permission before you expose your body to anyone else. Is that understood?”

“But …” she began.

“This is not up for debate! Do you understand? Yes or no!” I barked.

I think I surprised myself, but I knew from what Halle had said that this was what Rita needed. I could see her struggle with this and become defiant.

“No,” she challenged me.

I almost backed down, but the Alpha Male in me took over. I grabbed Rita, turned her over my knee, and spanked her. Not playful spanks, but hard. Rita fought me for the first few swats but then began to cry uncontrollably. I pulled her up on the bed and held her. Halle had said that her father had done the same, so I was hoping I wasn’t about to go to jail for manhandling her. Rita cried and cried. It seemed she needed to get everything out.

When she finally stopped, she cuddled up next to me.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Get undressed.”