“You’ll get tan lines. Let me help you,” I suggested as I pulled the strings loose on her bikini top.
“Uh ... well, okay,” she stammered when it was too late.
Every job worth doing should be done well. When I was done, I turned to Paulina and wiggled the bottle. The brazen hussy undid her top, tossed it aside, and then rolled over so I could apply the oil. Teresa about choked on her tongue when she saw my expression.
Dead kittens ... Yuri’s grandmother French-kissing me ... BROOK! Finally, the big brain was able to stop the beast that had awakened inside of me. I was so getting even.
I wanted Paulina relaxed, so I treated oiling her up like a massage. While I worked her over, I found that she had some tender spots on her back.
Teresa giggled when her mom would moan as I helped her with some tricky places just above her swimsuit bottom. I imagined Paulina thought I should continue south and help her out more because I heard her frustration when I moved to her feet.
I began to work on the soles of her feet and soon had Paulina squirming.
“Oh my ... oh my ... OH MY GOD!” Paulina cried out as I drove her to an orgasm.
I said a silent ‘thank you’ to my brother for teaching me how to do that little trick. There was a pleasure center on the sole of the foot that would help someone achieve orgasm. The Chinese had mapped out sections of the foot that could be massaged to assist in healing different areas of the body.
Greg never told me how he’d discovered this little-known aspect of massage. It did serve my purpose to get a little revenge on Paulina. On the other hand, I wondered if it wouldn’t cause her to come after me later.
I looked over at Teresa, and she’d sat up, exposing her magnificent assets, in concern for what I’d done to her mother. It took her a second to figure out that her mother wasn’t hurt at all. It took another second to realize she was on display. I gave her my best leer, and she squeaked and quickly grabbed for her top to cover up.
“Ladies, I need to get going,” I announced.
“Don’t leave,” Paulina begged as she almost leaped out of her chair.
The look she gave me must be the one a lioness gives its prey when it’s about to pounce. I scurried off before I was devoured. Round one—David. If there was a round two, I was in big trouble.
I came in the back door and heard Lexi laughing. She’d watched the show from the kitchen window.
“You better run and hide. I’ll divert her,” Lexi said.
Lexi was suddenly the best PA I’d ever had. None of the others was willing to protect me from something like this. I ran to my room and locked the door.
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Fritz had found a place for dinner: The Sunset. They had private rooms, and we’d secured the smallest, the South Room, for our meeting with Coach Foster. He was the lead recruiter for Southwest Central State’s football program. Fritz and his team had prepared the room to record the conversation. It was decided that we wouldn’t wear our bodycams.
The restaurant was located on Zuma Beach and in a historic former beach bungalow. The views of the ocean made it the perfect place for a romantic evening. Their South Room had a nautical theme. It could hold up to twenty people, but we’d asked for it to be set up for three.
Dad had suggested that Coach Foster might be more open if there wasn’t anyone else with us. Mr. Morris had been dead set against it, but had to agree it would look funny if we invited our sports attorney to a recruiting meeting.
We arrived ten minutes early and were told that Coach Foster was already here. It was a Midwestern trait to show up either early or, at the very least, on time. I’d found that in other parts of the country, they didn’t have the same compulsion. We found him gazing out the window.
“You must be loving it out here. When I left to fly out, they were talking snow and lows dropping to the teens back home,” Coach Foster said as he turned and shook both our hands.
“I can’t say that I was disappointed when David talked me into coming out,” Dad said.
“Are you getting in some golf?” Coach Foster asked my dad.
It only made sense that he’d done his homework.
“I’ve been working on David’s J-drama, teaching the cast to hit a golf ball. I admit that I’ve been able to sneak in a few rounds.”
“Maybe we could hit the links. I hear that Malibu has some nice courses. One of our boosters is a member of the Sherwood Country Club over in Thousand Oaks. He assured me that he could get us in as guests. Of course, you would have to pay for your round. I wouldn’t want to let it seem as if we were providing you with an incentive for David to come to play ball with us,” he said, smiling slyly.
“I doubt that a round of golf for my dad would sway me. Now, if you wanted
“I’ve been told it’s a nice course. I would like to see it if only to get ideas for our course back home,” Dad said.
