Dorothy Taylor

Sex with the neighbors

CHAPTER ONE

Amanda Woods stirred restlessly on the bed, her voluptuous body twisting sensuously on the mattress as the blankets slipped slowly off her naked body. Finally, realizing that she would get no sleep in her present restless state, she turned on her back and opened her eyes. She should have known better than try to sleep when she was so keyed up. Her thoughts kept returning to the conversation she had had with her boy friend's father, Randall Thorpe.

Randall Thorpe was a big man in Pennsylvania. He owned a few mines, and various other businesses and was considered one of the most powerful men in the state. A man like him, especially if he had any political aspirations, couldn't afford scandals. But, he knew he would have one soon if he didn't do something about his son Scott, the most notorious wastrel in the state. Scott was what Thorpe's private conversation with her had been about. Long ago, the two of them had come to an understanding regarding his son, one that was beneficial to both of them and unknown to Scott.

Amanda had started going out with Scott because he was rich and entertaining. Soon, however, she had realized just what a bastard he really was, and was just on the verge of leaving him. That was when his father had stepped in and offered her a deal. He would pay her a salary if she would stay with his son, keeping him interested, entertained, and out of trouble. She had jumped at the deal, for though she didn't really like Scott, for the kind of money she was being offered, she would have put up with anything. Scott had a wild imagination and a strange sense of fun-one she found generally unamusing-but she stayed and stayed all for the sake of some good easy money. She had never considered leaving Scott either, or at least she hadn't until this afternoon, that is, when she had heard his father's latest plan to turn his no-good son into a responsible citizen.

The batty old man was planning to send Scott up to some godforsaken mining town called Beaulea where he would learn all about coal mines and the way less fortunate people lived. If that wasn't bad enough, the old man wanted Amanda to go with him and be there, in some two-bit shanty town for the whole fucking time! The guy had balls! But she had to admit one thing, she was looking forward to Scott's reaction, that would be a show to sell tickets for! Shit, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all he had promised to up her salary while she was there.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Probably Scott himself to tell me the good news, she thought wearily, and throwing on her near transparent negligee she walked through the apartment, turning on a few lights as she went, before she opened the door.

Scott was standing at the front, door, and next to him stood another young man, about; the same age as Scott. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked at Amanda as if he were appraising a whore in a whore house.

"Howdy, Amanda honey, hear the good news from daddy dear?" he looked at her and smiled sarcastically.

"Yes, are you going to do it?" she asked as casually as she could, while casting a questioning glance at the dark-haired man standing at his side.

"Oh, I have to, or should I say," he smiled wickedly, "we have to. After all, we do want to inherit his money, don't we?"

"Naturally," she returned.