Poor Little Rich Girl: The Bootsie Hall Story (See OCC before joining)

[Bootsie_Hall]

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It was late morning when Bootsie came in from the stables. Her lush brown hair was caught up in a
loose bun and her rideing clothes smelled faintly of horse, but since she expected to dine alone she didn't
bother to clean up too thoroughly. A mistake, she realized, when she saw Millie sitting at the table.

Millie, her step mother of a little less than a year, was perfect. Her blonde hair was swept up in a stylish
do, her make-up applied just so, and her raw silk outfit hung in a way that let a person know she was a
matron and yet still a woman. If The New Yorker rang the doorbell this moment, or any moment
for that matter, Millie would be ready for a photoshoot.

"Ah, Bootsie." Millie said with some distaste. Millie always said her name with distaste. For the
longest time when her father, Jason, was dating Millie Bootsie thought it was because she disliked
nicknames. But now she realized it was because Millie didn't like her.

Jamie, the maid, brought in a serving of eggs Benedict for Bootsie and set it at her place while Bootsie
served herself a cup of coffee from the side board. "Good morning, Millie. Did you sleep well?"


"Reasonably well, thank you." Millie eyed Bootsie slim athletic figure and then her plate. Millie herself
was eating egg white omelet and dry toast. Maybe, Bootsie thought, she was so bitchy because she
was under fed? "I've been meaning to speak to you about your plans."

"My plans?" She turned her brown eyes to her plate and concentrated on cutting her eggs. With her
evil step-mother she'd learned that repeating the last thing Millie said both annoyed her and avoided
fighting caused by saying something akin to conversation.

Millie patted her pale pink lips with her napkin, her wedding rock catching the light. "Yes, your plans.
You are 19 now and it's time that you decided on what your going to do. After all, you weren't
expecting to just hang about, were you?"

"Hanging about?" Glancing up through her lashes she saw Millie tighten her lips and struggle to retain
composure.

"Yes, dear. You must have some plans. College? Getting married?" Millie put a little iron in her tone.
"Moving out."

"I...I..hadn't really thought about it." Her belly shrunk into itself.
Leave home?

Millie tossed her napkin on the table and stood. "I would like you to think about it. A lot. And
quickly." She started to leave the dineing room, the turned. "Oh, and Kay is spending the weekend
with us. Be sure to be kind instead of your usual...self."

Quite frankly Kay gave her the creeps, but at the moment that was the least of her problems. After
sitting stunned for a few moments, gnawing at her full lower lip and twisting her napkin in her lap,
Bootsie stood up and ran for her father's study.

Jason Hall of the banking Halls sat at his desk in his office, tie undone, phone in one ear and fingers
flying over the keyboard. She didn't pay attention to what he was saying but came up and stood behind
him as she had many times before, working around the phone cord, and tied his tie for him. Smiling
softly she recalled asking his valet how to do it at the age of five so she could please her Daddy.

As he hung up the phone he flashed her that toothpaste ad white smile. "Bootsie! How's my little
princess!"

Instead of saying how she really was, she answered his smile with one of her own. "Fine, Daddy." She
wanted nothing more than to crawl up his lap and tell him all her problems, but she'd been wanting that
all her life, so that was nothing new.

"Daddy, what do you want me to do now. Now that I'm 19?" She could hear the pensive fear in her
own voice, but as usual Jason didn't. More than half his mind was focused on business at all times, and
today wasn't any different. On his wedding day to Millie he closed a 15 million dollar deal.

"Oh honey, you can do anything you like! Go to Europe why don't you and get some culture over
there?" He suggested off-hand.

"I thought...maybe..I'd like to stay here. For a while." She tugged at the seam of his hair nervously.

Jason paused and glanced up at her, a puzzled look on his face. "Wouldn't that be terribly boring for a
young girl like you?" he asked.

"I guess." she said softly, but he'd already turned back to his work and Jonathan was standing in the
doorway, waiting to take him into the city.

She left his office and went to her room and started crying in the shower. Millie was actively wanting
her out of her way (let's be honest that since Jason only had so much free attention Millie didn't want to
share any of it with Bootsie). Kay was always watching her when she spent time at the house, and
making excuses to touch her. Jason only noticed the bottom line. And Bootsie really didn't have
any plans. Her life was one big empty void.

Not bothering to dress Bootsie fell on to her bed wrapped in a towel and sobbed it all out before falling
into a deep sleep of the emotionally wrung out.

Somewhere in that deep sleep someone loved her, held her, petted her....Kissed her and made her
moan with soft touches...She'd had wet dreams before of course, but this was amazing! She awoke
cumming hard and when she opened her eyes she saw...

"Kay, oh my god, what are you doing to me!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Jonathan:

He was a member of the New York PD's Personal Protection Squad, and had the requisite training through the department to qualify as a highly skilled bodyguard and driver, his last 6 years "on the job". Prior to that he worked with the squad that roamed the various precincts combating armed robberies and other similiar crimes and also taking down drug houses.

Now, however, Johathan was retired from the NYPD after 20 years and was 39. Mr. Hall had lured him away from the department for a very generous salary and benefit package.

Johathan's avocation of restoring old cars and building hot rods gave him the needed skills to do most of the mechanical repairs on the family's cars, a task he throughly enjoyed.

Today he'd driven Mr. Hall into the City and wasn't due back to pick him up until 7:30PM so he was working in the garage. His apartment was adjacent to it, and he was in the grease pit, which allowed him to walk back and forth under the cars, changing the oil and lubricating the Cadillac limo, not a stretched one though. They were all flash, this one could run circles around a stretch so, should the need arise, he could E & E, Escape and Evade, a hostile situation with the car's power, maneuvering abilities and his driving skills.

The garage was detatched from the main house, but connected by a breezeway and was hooked into the main house's climate control system so the doors were kept closed unless a car was entering or leaving.

The garage was spotless and he worked to keep it that way. Dirt in an engine was the fastest way to ruin it afterall. The bookself stereo was playing 50's and 60's rock and roll as he worked dressed in just a jumpsuit and old tennis shoes humming and occasionally singing along in his baritone voice.

 

[katalynn]

Kay ~

Standing tall of close to 6ft, hair to about mid back, perfectly straight and black. Jet black, dyed of course. I was mommys little girl. I didn't take after her, to be honest I hated her attitude. Taking men for all they had, leaving them with nothing. This recent husband of hers, she claimed she loved. Maybe she, been with him for almost a full year. That was unheard of for her.

Pulled up in my Shadow dragon motorcycle, mettalic purple with dragon on the tank, back fender was a dragons tail, front was of a dragons face. The handle bars were shaped like wings. (my own design of course.)

I had just arrived when Bootsie was running for her father and mother was walking off.

"Oh geez mother, what did you do this time? Why are always bothering that poor girl?" I spoke some irritated, I hated it when she made my step sister cry. Which I knew she was going to do sooner or later.

"Same reason you wear those god forsaken clothes... Leather vest, fishnet stockings, knee high boots.. You look like a vixen... Oh wait you are... " Millie said with an arrogant smirk to her own tone.

"Whatever mother, least I don't go around making little girls cry. You knew he had a daughter, why not just try to be nice to her. Just once."

My purple orbs burned into my mother, anger tried not to let out. She got upset with me and left for where whatever store she was off today. Grabbing my duffle bag climbing up the stairs to my room, heard Bootsie cry herself to sleep. Having left her door open a slight crack. At first I paid no mind to it, continued to my room. The trip was long and I was a bit hungry, on my way to the kitchen, couldn't help but take another peek at Bootsie.

She was so sexy and helpless lieing on the bed, teared stained face, wet hair slipping across her milky back. For the towel fell off her as she slept. She seemed to be having an interesting dream, started to moan, breath slightly heavy in her slumber.
Being a Bi sexual, couldn't help but slither into her room, at the foot of her bed. Kissing at first her feet, slowly and lightly letting my hands slip up her thighs rolling her over onto her back.

Not wanting to wake her just yet, kissed up her thighs, very very lightly breathing over her soft, slightly wet pussy lips. Heard her whimper as if she wanted more, or at least in dream she did. This was just an invite for me. Taking a long slow taste up her slit, relishing in how sweet she was. Bootsie instinctivly bucked at the first contact. Began to relentlessly feast on her, bringing her to orgasm.

This woke her with a pleasant wake, till she saw me between her legs, staring deep into my purple stare. I only smile at her from her shock and her words.

"You looked like you needed some comforting sis. I only did it in a different way. In a way that would help you release some of that tension my petty mother puts upon you."

I just smiled up at her, letting my hands caress her whole body, now that she was awake I can continue, for I wanted more. She was breathing heavy, still in shock.

"Just relax sis, you know you want this."

Let my lips and breath linger at her pussy, making her want it, tongue lightly licks her cum covered slit.

"You taste so wonderful sis... "

Relentless licking began, teeth slighly scraping across her clit. Having two of my fingers in her depths, exploring her gripping walls, pressing lightly yet, firmly on her ever so sweet spot while I ravished her clit. Since she is now awake she can fully enjoy this.

 

[Bootsie_Hall]

Bootsie

"I..." Half cry for help and half whimper of enjoyment Bootsie covered her face. Did she want this? Well, the feeling good part of it yes. But from Kay?

Hadn't she always dreamed of someone doing this for her? To her?

Her body over-rode her mind as Kay's skillful fingers and mouth brought her closer to another crushing climax. Any sort of thought was driven from her as Kay explored a part of herself she had only explored by herself before. And it felt so different to have someone else do the touching, the stroking...

And the wet warmth of Kay's mouth wasn't something she could duplicate herself....

Some small part of her was screaming "This is wrong! Wrong!" but that part was pushed far away by a quivering crimson tide of feeling that sprang from her wet inner folds. Any protest she might have been thinking of making became groans of pleasure as warmth flooded her from her clit and outward.

 

[katalynn]

Kay ~

Only smiled broadly at the sounds of another orgasm, this one being real and not from a dream. SAdly I was extremly wet and chances of her pleasing me in the same fashon was not expected of her. This was new to her and I was just enjoying making her squirm.

I was lashing out onto her with like my life depended on it, keeping her orgasms ongoing. Wanting to hear her cries and make her tremble like she has never trembled before.. least the times when she would please herself. After what seemed like forever to her of my relentless tongue lashing and finger fucking, her deep moans and cries that were almost into screams pleased me enough that I stopped.

Kissing my way up her body, pulling us onto our sides as I brought her into a kiss giving her a taste of her own sex on my lips. Pulling her closer and tighter against me as the kiss deepens. Petting her hair as I break the passionate kiss;

"Was that pleasing for you sis? I hope it was, and most importantly I hope it let you forget your troubles. Even if was only for a few moments."

Took her into another deep kiss laying by her side, combing her hair with my fingers.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Johnathan:

The oil change and lubrication completed, I climbed out of the 'pit' and cleaned off my hands before removing the jumpsuit I'd worn to protect my jeans and t-shirt. Then all of the under the hood fluids were checked to be sure all was ready for a 'just in case' situation, after all that was a part of my new job and I always take work seriously.

My 'work' finished, I moved the Cadiallac to it's bay and moved on to work on my own car, a classic 1965 Corvette 425 horsepower 396 cubic inch convertible with a removable hardtop. It was a true classic, having only been made with that engine one year and then in limited production.

I'd added a few things as 'bolt ons' that added to its speed and handling, but that could be removed to make it factory original again and began to 'tweek' the engine a bit in preparation for my weekend off and a planned drive to the Pocono mountains to see the changed leaves in all of their fall glory.