Twilight10
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Luke Ramsay's entire existence revolved around Janessa Ruby. His life, his work, his home - all were in the hands of the 22-year-old heiress to her father's oil kingdom. Luke was Janessa's bodyguard, and therefore travelled everywhere with her. Every party, every movie premiere, every appointment, every event. She had a driver and she had her own little entourage of boy-toys and vacuous, slutty friends, but Luke was the one who was always there.
"Always there" even included living in her house, which Daddy had set up for her last year. The word "house" was, of course, a joke: the place was a mansion in the hills, Georgian in architecture and disgusting in excess. Daddy had had the place built specifically for his little girl, and he'd shelled out eight million for the place. Janessa lived there along with her servants, cooks, maids, butler, and Luke.
Luke had his own bedroom, and he had to admit that, even with all his disdain for Janessa and the entire Ruby family and all their excesses, the digs were damn impressive. His bedroom was sprawling and had everything he could have wanted, including a king-size bed. Daddy had spared no expense, even for the "hired help." Luke was in his room now, at the end of a long day of accompanying Janessa to get a dress fitting for a new premiere and then lurking around while she went on a date with one of her endless suitors. He was at his computer, surfing the Internet for porn. It's not like he had much of a social life these days, so his sex life consisted of rubbing one off every night to the pixellated images of teen sluts online. He clicked on several links, trying to find something to strike his fancy and trying to avoid all thoughts of Janessa, whom he hated to the very core. Such a spoiled bitch without a brain in her head.
He hit on cheerleaders, schoolgirls, naughty nurses. Finally he settled on one that seemed promising: two young women, both wearing what looked like wigs and skimpy lingerie, were walked into a house where they got on their knees and each started to suck off two guys - four guys in all.
Pulling his slowly hardening cock out of his pants and starting to stroke it, Luke settled back to watch the two girls. Then his jaw dropped. "What..." he muttered. He leaned forward, staring at the screen, trying to determine whether he was seeing things. But no, he wasn't.
One of the two girls on screen, hidden under thick makeup and a black wig, was Janessa Ruby. "What the fuck..." he mumbled. He stared at the screen for a good five minutes in complete shock, not moving. Finally his thoughts began to coalesce, and he had an idea. The perfect way to get back at Janessa for being such a miserable bitch all the time.
Zipping up his pants, he stepped out of his room and headed down the hall to Janessa's bedroom. He knocked on the door and said, "Janessa, it's Luke. May I come in?"
Luke Ramsay's entire existence revolved around Janessa Ruby. His life, his work, his home - all were in the hands of the 22-year-old heiress to her father's oil kingdom. Luke was Janessa's bodyguard, and therefore travelled everywhere with her. Every party, every movie premiere, every appointment, every event. She had a driver and she had her own little entourage of boy-toys and vacuous, slutty friends, but Luke was the one who was always there.
"Always there" even included living in her house, which Daddy had set up for her last year. The word "house" was, of course, a joke: the place was a mansion in the hills, Georgian in architecture and disgusting in excess. Daddy had had the place built specifically for his little girl, and he'd shelled out eight million for the place. Janessa lived there along with her servants, cooks, maids, butler, and Luke.
Luke had his own bedroom, and he had to admit that, even with all his disdain for Janessa and the entire Ruby family and all their excesses, the digs were damn impressive. His bedroom was sprawling and had everything he could have wanted, including a king-size bed. Daddy had spared no expense, even for the "hired help." Luke was in his room now, at the end of a long day of accompanying Janessa to get a dress fitting for a new premiere and then lurking around while she went on a date with one of her endless suitors. He was at his computer, surfing the Internet for porn. It's not like he had much of a social life these days, so his sex life consisted of rubbing one off every night to the pixellated images of teen sluts online. He clicked on several links, trying to find something to strike his fancy and trying to avoid all thoughts of Janessa, whom he hated to the very core. Such a spoiled bitch without a brain in her head.
He hit on cheerleaders, schoolgirls, naughty nurses. Finally he settled on one that seemed promising: two young women, both wearing what looked like wigs and skimpy lingerie, were walked into a house where they got on their knees and each started to suck off two guys - four guys in all.
Pulling his slowly hardening cock out of his pants and starting to stroke it, Luke settled back to watch the two girls. Then his jaw dropped. "What..." he muttered. He leaned forward, staring at the screen, trying to determine whether he was seeing things. But no, he wasn't.
One of the two girls on screen, hidden under thick makeup and a black wig, was Janessa Ruby. "What the fuck..." he mumbled. He stared at the screen for a good five minutes in complete shock, not moving. Finally his thoughts began to coalesce, and he had an idea. The perfect way to get back at Janessa for being such a miserable bitch all the time.
Zipping up his pants, he stepped out of his room and headed down the hall to Janessa's bedroom. He knocked on the door and said, "Janessa, it's Luke. May I come in?"