Joyce Benton had really done it this time, and though she had wriggled
free of sticky situations before, this time she knew there was no easy way out
of this mess. She did not know how much longer she had to make her decision, he
said he would be back soon, but she had no idea how long that meant. She knew
her damned obsession with him since he moved into the neighborhood led to this,
and she thought, why the hell did I break into his house? But she just
wanted to learn about the mysterious hunk that moved in six months ago and was
rarely seen by anyone.
Victor Taylor was an ex-NFL player who, rather than living like a king
while he played, had invested his money wisely and was able to comfortably
retire by his twenty-eighth birthday. He was a giant man, six-foot-five inches
tall and nearly three hundred pounds, all of it solid muscle. He was an African
American with nearly jet-black skin and a very handsome face with a cleanly
shaven head; he really was a hunk in every respect.
He had bought the house at the far end of Joyce’s cul-de-sac, the
building mostly hidden by large shrubberies around the perimeter of the
property. He was clearly a very private man and Joyce only caught glimpses of
him, which had intrigued her. Some clever searches on the Internet revealed to
her who he was and that was what triggered her obsession. For months she tried
to find a way to meet him short of knocking on his door, but she could not, and
that led her to this situation.
Why she chose to sneak onto his property one night and then, even more
stupidly, crawl through open a window into the house, was beyond her. Stupid,
stupid, stupid! Of course he caught her and now she was locked in a closet
after a very strange conversation that left her with two very unsavory choices.
He had her in a real pickle. Her heart sank when she saw his home surveillance
videos, there was no doubt she had broken into the house, a
felony was what he called it.
She was scared, she didn’t want to be arrested, but he gave her another
option that sounded crazy. Trouble was, she was pursuing him because she was
hot for him and the choice he offered her would certainly make satisfying that
craving a real possibility. But his proposal went far beyond that, since he told
her she deserved to be punished for what she did, whether it was by him or the
police was her option. It was a hell of a choice, given his alternative seemed
far harsher than being arrested. But at least she wouldn’t have to risk time in
prison or carry a record as a convicted felon. He promised he would make sure
the law would be harsh on her, not really the truth, but she was young and
naïve and she believed his warning completely.
His offer was simple, for the next year she would be his indentured
servant, a term he had to explain to her before she understood what it meant.
She would ostensibly become his full-time maid, but in reality she would be his
unpaid servant, available to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Given
he finished making his offer by telling her that she was a ‘fine looking white
bitch,’ she expected his requirements would satisfy that itch she was feeling
between her legs since she caught sight of him the day he moved into the
neighborhood. When she heard footsteps approach the locked door Joyce knew she
had to make a choice, but she still had no idea what to do!
Joyce Benton had become a rebel. The nineteen-year-old beauty had thick
blonde hair and bright green eyes that always caught men’s attention, but her
voluptuous body sealed the deal. She stood five-foot eight inches tall and
weighed in at 125 pounds, all of it packaged in a body that measured 38D-24-36.
Her mother died in childbirth and she grew up with her father. But a year ago,
just after her eighteenth birthday, he also died. A drunk driver ran a red
light and broad sided his car, killing him instantly and leaving Joyce alone to
live with his second wife, Wanda.
Wanda was just ten years older than Joyce, and the fact that her father
married a woman much younger than him was something she never accepted. Wanda
was nice enough and tried to win over Joyce, but after her father’s death Joyce
felt trapped with her and did not like it, which ignited her rebelliousness.
Her father had set up a trust fund for Joyce, but until she turned twenty-one
Wanda had control as the executor. She could not use the money for herself, but
she did restrict Joyce’s access to it feeling that the girl was already
unmotivated enough.
Joyce had been a good student, graduating high school with honors and
ready to start college when her dad died. Learning how his will would leave her
enough income to live on once she turned twenty-one derailed her plans for
college. Wanda tried to tell her that her father would be disappointed with her
choice, but that just widened the fissure between the two. Since then Joyce
devoted most of her energy to pursuing fun while defying her father’s widow in
every way possible. But with Wanda keeping her on too small of a stipend to really
enjoy herself, she found another way to get what she wanted.
Joyce realized early on that when she was really nice to men they would
spend money on her. The nicer she was, the more they spent on her. So when she
gave up her virginity shortly after her dad died, it was definitely not for
romantic reasons. She had also learned that young guys had very little money,
so she set her sights higher, age-wise. Her first conquest was a little over
thirty and a relatively successful accountant, but though he spent money
generously, he was rather boring.
After she dumped him Joyce began a string of short relationships with
older guys, she met them all in bars and nightclubs that she got into by using
a fake ID. Since she was tall and her body was very mature looking, no one ever
questioned her. But though she acquired nice clothes, jewelry, and sumptuous
dinners at fancy restaurants, none of her flings gave her any emotional
stability or support. Sex was just a means to getting the stuff she wanted, but
eventually someone came along that would change everything.
From her bedroom window she first saw the moving truck that was backing
into the driveway of the Hodge’s family house at the end of her cul-de-sac.
They had moved to Florida to retire a few months ago and the house was up for
sale. So when the truck drove by, Joyce took notice. But shortly after it
passed her house a bright red convertible sports car came down the street with
Victor behind the wheel. Joyce could not take her eyes off him, and when he got
out of his car in front of his new house, she felt a strong desire to get very
close to him.
The fact she never even looked at a black man before did not matter; he
was clearly affluent and handsome, which were two things that always caught her
attention. But for some reason that she did not understand, just looking at his
imposing physique, even from a few hundred feet away, made her body quiver with
desire. So much so, that after he disappeared into the house, Joyce locked her
door and masturbated to a very nice orgasm while picturing her pale white flesh
wrapped around his dark chocolate brown body. The tight tee shirt he was
wearing had revealed he was extremely fit and that added erotic fuel to her
imagined interlude with this sexy looking new neighbor.
That day her infatuation began, but she did not see him again for over
two weeks. And even then it was fleeting and frustrating, especially since she
had already discovered who he was. Using real estate records available online
she found his name as the new owner of the Hodge’s house, and from there she
learned about his career and early retirement. That only added to her desire to
get acquainted with him, not only was she physically attracted to him, knowing
he was wealthy and single made him a prime target.
But the idea was not possible if she had no clue how to meet him since
it seemed he was almost always at home. When he did go out he sped away in his
car so fast she never could get into a position where he might at least see
her, he was just too elusive. No one in the area really got to know him from
what she discovered by talking to her other neighbors. This went on for almost
three months and spawned one of the most foolish ideas Joyce would ever have.
Driven by frustration she decided that she would watch his house at
night, since when he did go out, it was usually in the evening. She planned to
sneak onto his property when she saw him leave and see if she could find some
clue where he might go when he was out. That way she could go there and
casually meet him. She originally just planned to look through the windows, but
she found one in the back that was open a little. There wasn’t even a screen in
it, so it was easy to slide it up and crawl into his den.
The room was nicely furnished and had a huge flat screen TV on the wall
above the fireplace. Since it was open to the kitchen she headed there next,
thinking if she could figure out where he shopped, she could stake out the
store and meet him that way. But she found a receipt on the counter that
indicated he had his groceries delivered. Joyce found no ideas in the first two
rooms, and not realizing how long she was lingering, she headed upstairs to
search his bedroom. She looked through his drawers and closet, impressed by his
taste in clothing, but she found nothing that gave her a hint where he might go
when he was not here. She finally gave up and headed back downstairs, only to
stop dead in her tracks at the foot of the stairs. He was standing right in
front of her with his arms crossed over his chest, looking very angry.
Victor was on his way to his weekly poker game with a few old teammates
when his cell phone alerted him that the motion sensors were tripped on his
property. He pulled into a parking lot to see what was happening. His sensors
had previously alerted him to the fact that the deer living in the woods behind
his house liked his backyard, so he thought it was just one of them. When he
checked the video feeds this time it caught his interest, there was a very hot
blonde girl sneaking into his house!
He called Joe, the friend hosting the game, and told him something came
up and he could not make it over that night. After hanging up he almost called
the cops, but instead he decided to drive home and confront this girl first.
She looked slightly familiar, and he thought she might be one of his old fan
girls from his playing days. One reason he decided to retire, and basically
disappear into a quiet small town, was his desire to regain the one thing his
career had cost him, his privacy.
He kept glancing at his phone as he drove back home, and could tell she
was not trying to burglarize the house, she just seemed like she was looking
for something. That was why he thought she was just a groupie looking for a
souvenir and given the fact that she was a smoking hot blonde, he thought
confronting her personally would be fun. He knew he would scare the shit out of
her, but he also figured that would make her tell him the truth. He wanted to
make sure he kept his new private life that way, and if old fans could find
him, maybe he needed to make an example of this one to deter others.
He coasted down the street and shut off his headlights just before
reaching his driveway, almost silently parking his car just outside of his
garage. His phone showed that she was currently upstairs looking around his
bedroom, as he slipped through the front door. He took up his position at the
base of the stairs and waited for her to come down, trying to look angry, even
though he was actually enjoying himself.
She finally walked back down and reached the bottom of the stairs,
stopping and staring at him like a deer in the headlights when she saw him
there. He stared at her for a moment and then he said, “What the fuck are you
doing in my house?”
Joyce was terrified, up close he seemed three times larger than her,
and she felt so tiny in his presence. “I…I…I’m sorry…I’m your neighbor…and I
got lost,” she said, but knew it was a stupid answer as soon as she said it.
“Now I know where I have seen you, you live a few doors down in the
green house, don’t you?” he asked, relieved she wasn’t a fan girl, and
intrigued by how much sexier she seemed in person.
“Yes, my name is Joyce and I just wanted to…” she said, not sure what
the hell she could say.
“Break into my house?” he answered for her.
“I didn’t break in, a window was open…” Joyce replied, and she realized
how she just said another stupid thing.
“Ok dumb ass, I guess you don’t realize that criminal trespassing, no
matter how easy it is to do, is still a felony. Did you?” He snapped, wanting
to scare her into coming clean without these lame excuses.
“Felony? You don’t need to call the police, I promise to leave and
never come back…honestly,” she pled, but thought the odds he would just say yes
were slim.
“If you want to get out of here without being in the back of a police
car tell me the real reason you are here, and I mean everything,” he demanded.
Realizing that the humiliation of revealing the truth would be better
than getting arrested Joyce began a long rant, revealing not only her curiosity
about him, but also a lot about her history. As she babbled on and on, Victor
came to recognize he had a girl here that was obviously attracted to him. Since
he also found her extremely attractive, an idea came to him and by the time she
finished telling her story, he decided to pursue it.
“So basically you wanted to meet me? You could have knocked on my front
door, I’m usually home.” He said, reducing her ten-minute diatribe into a
couple of sentences that questioned its entire validity.
“I didn’t want to be too forward,” she said, feeling ever more stupid
with each word she muttered.
“You failed miserably if that was what you wanted, so now what do I do
with you?” he asked, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes.
“I guess just letting me go is out of the question?” she asked,
strangely hoping he would say no. She had come up with a plan of her own and
hoped he would take the bait.
“Look girl, you not only did something stupid, you did something
criminal. If you walk away without facing any repercussions you might think you
could get away with something like this again. No, you need to be punished for
your crime, plain and simple,” he said. Then he showed her some of the videos
of her crawling through the window and rummaging around the house, before
saying, “I am friendly with the police chief and will make sure you get jail
time so you learn your lesson.”
“Please don’t call the police, I’ll do whatever you want,” she said,
her plan to seduce him already flying out the window. Joyce had always been
able to manipulate men, but in this situation, and with this guy, she was at a
serious disadvantage.
“That’s a pretty broad offer girl, what are you suggesting?” he asked,
wanting to see what she had in mind.
It was a pretty blunt question and Joyce saw it as a possibility to try
and see if she maybe could seduce him, though she felt very little confidence
for the first time. She had developed what she thought was a pretty effective
technique to titillate men, but Victor was unlike any man she ever met. The
situation made it even worse, but she had no other idea what to do, so she
assumed her familiar role.
“I would show you how truly appreciative I can be for not having me
arrested, I am sure I could make you feel good in so many ways,” she answered,
trying to sound as sexy as possible.
“I’m sure you could, but all you would learn is that you can use your
pussy to get you out of trouble. No girl, you need to pay for the crime and
having me give you the best orgasms of your life just won’t do it.”
Joyce was shocked by his egotistical answer, but oddly she thought he
might just be right. So once she digested what he just said, she replied, “What
do you suggest?”
“I could use some help around the house, cooking, cleaning, laundry,
and such. My option would have you spend a year as my indentured servant.”
“What’s that, a maid or something?”
“For one year you will be at my disposal whenever I need you. You get
no pay for it because you will be paying me back with your service. Maids get
paid, you won’t, and that’s the whole point. You did me wrong girl, and if you
don’t want to go to prison you have to pay my price. ”
“Ok, so how is that going to work?”
“You will have a schedule that you will work. But if I call you during
your time off, then you will come to me. However, for that arrangement to work
I need to be sure you know the consequences if you change your mind. Now come
with me,” he said, grabbing her upper arm and leading her down a hallway toward
the garage. He stopped at a door and opened it before guiding her through it.
Then he let go and closed the door behind her, leaving her alone in a large
dark closet. A little light came through the bottom of the door but she heard
the lock click before her eyes could adjust and find the doorknob.
She banged on the door and yelled, “What are you doing? Why did you
lock me in here?”
“I want some time to think about my options and so should you. I will
return in a little while; when I get back you will have to make your
choice. Oh and by the way, while working
for me I would probably take you up on your initial offer too, since you are
such a fine looking white bitch,” Victor said before heading to his office to
verify that her story was true.
It took him very little time to confirm her story. He began to consider
this little turn of events as an opportunity he could use to fill a void.
Victor always had a way with the ladies, with his physique initially catching
their attention. Then he would use his personality to reel them into his net.
Though he had spent the last six months in near isolation, he had a long
history of bedding plenty of hot women during his playing days.
This Joyce was already smitten with him and he knew he could easily
seduce her naïve ass. But there was also the fact she was living with a rather
young widow who was just a year beyond her husband’s death. He would have to
enlist this woman’s aid to set up Joyce in the arrangement he envisioned for
her and that would take some maneuvering, but getting women to do what he
wanted was easy for Victor.
He knew that Joyce still needed some further convincing to make sure
she would adhere to his plan. He doubted she would fully commit to his option
without something else to motivate her compliance to his rules, and he came up
with a plan that would give her a good reason to stay in line. He was pretty
sure she was ready to do anything to avoid dealing with the cops, but knew his
offer must have left her conflicted too. As he returned to the closet to
release her, Victor was very confident he could steer her into a situation that
would insure she had plenty of incentive to accept his option.