The Inheritance by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. All copies must be of the complete document. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not. ©2014

Luv Karen

The phone rang, one of my aunts, my great-uncle Vincent Claybourne had passed away, the funeral was on Wednesday, well I had nothing better to do so why not. Besides it might be fun to catch up on the relatives I hadn’t seen in years.

I’d borrowed a black skirt from Jessica, a black jacket from Kelly, and Vanessa’s famous black hat with a veil. The service was respectful and feeling inquisitive afterwards I slipped quietly into the room at the back to hear the will being read. I could see second cousins whose wedding I’d attended fourteen years ago when I was thirteen or so.

The lawyer started to read “This is the last will and testament of Vincent...” “and in fond memory of a gawky pair of legs at Catherine’s wedding and the fact she is my only relative who hasn’t plagued me since I leave my entire estate to my great-niece Samantha Claybourne.” Hey that was me. I wondered what it consisted of. Around me it was practically bedlam as various relatives took exception to being left out of the will. Fortunately not having seen any of them for years none of them recognised me especially with the hat and veil. I sort of hid out at the back behind a cup of coffee and eventually approached the lawyer and made an appointment to see her at her office the next day.

There was a letter addressed to me from Vincent. Any problems call Pierre with a French phone number and address. The value of the estate was in round terms $11,000,000, most in stocks and so forth but $2,500,000 had been invested a speculative start up private company. I was curious to find out more. I arranged with the lawyer that they would get me an assignment with the company.

Todd just waved me to a spare desk that was heaped with invoices. The company was just chaotic. I sat down and tried to sort things out, but really it needed an accountant, when I mentioned we needed one to him he just said OK arrange it and went back to his computer. After three weeks it was obvious that he enjoyed producing new ideas but his heart wasn’t really in running a business. I called Pierre. He’d been expecting my call, Vincent had mentioned the company and his plan to sell it to the highest bidder. I should certainly expect to see my $2.5 million back for my 50% of the shares if not a little profit. Why not come over for a vacation? Bring Todd with me and Pierre would arrange everything for a mere 5%.

I unplugged Todd’s computer at the UPS to get his attention. “Todd it’s time we talked.” Ever notice that whenever you mention the word talk to a male they sort of clamp down and get a haunted look? I put a mug of fresh coffee down in front of him which relaxed him a little. “I own 50% of this company and you own the other 50%. I think we can get $2,500,000 or more each if we sell the company now. I don’t think either you or I are any good at actually running a company so I think we should sell and get on with life.” “Could we sell it for that much?” I called Pierre and booked the flights.

Why we economised and sat in the cattle pens at the back I’ll never know. I was seated in an aisle seat next to two small children who seemed to have rather large glasses of milk. Needless to say one went over my dress. It was only when the air hostess asked me to stop the child from crying and I asked why in return that she realised the child wasn’t mine. She did at least become more sympathetic and apologetic. A fellow passenger pointed out mummy was seated two rows ahead so we switched seats so that mummy could be next to her two dear brats.

At the airport the airline begged to inform me that due to security considerations my check in luggage had been delayed slightly but was expected on the next flight and would be immediately delivered directly to my door. Oh well such is life.

We arrived at Pierre’s Chateau a little later. The door was opened by a maid dressed in a male fantasy French maid’s outfit complete with a circle of lace in her hair. I dug Todd in the ribs so he didn’t leave his jaw hanging open too long. “We’ve been expecting you, your rooms are already prepared would you like a bath first to wash away the journey?” We walked up the grand circular staircase, perfect for making a grand entrance. I had a soak in the bath, a real boy toy, full of buttons that started jets of water shooting out beneath the surface. I was wrapped in a towel when the maid returned and offered me a tiny bikini. “I don’t think your dress is fit to wear at the moment, try this on for size and relax by the pool. I’ll have a look round for something else later.” It covered the essentials, well covered was a slight exaggeration. I stretched out on a sun lounger and basked in the sun.

“You will burn unless I put some oil on you.” The helpful maid was back, “Lie on your tummy first.” I rolled over and totally relaxed as my jet lagged body was massaged with oil. “Other side.” I rolled over and presented my front, I closed my eyes and relaxed as each toe was given its own special treatment. I have sensitive toes and she found every single one of my most sensitive spots. Then she moved on to my heels, this was bliss, I just lay back and lapped up the attention. Even when I realised she’d been massaging my breasts for the last five minutes I just didn’t care, and didn’t say a word as her fingers started lower down and brought me finally to a gentle orgasm.

Pierre strolled by just as I was recovering from my orgasm and I felt compelled to ask “How much does Pierre pay you to treat his guests like this?” “What sort of girls do you think we are? Pierre doesn’t pay us, well other than half his percentage at the auction. We’d never treat Todd to oral sex or any sort of sex for a start.” I looked at her in disbelief. “All right I’ll level with you. The girls are all looking for positions as private executive assistants but only to someone whose net worth is more than $10 million, anyone else wouldn’t be able to afford us and your auction will attract such bidders.” I looked puzzled “Well you never know your luck if I give you enough orgasms in these two weeks you might like to hire me? I mean a girl can only do her best.” I suddenly realised I was worth more than $10 million.

That evening they found me a silk evening dress that had been left behind by someone so I was respectably dressed for dinner.

A very professional Chantal dressed in a formal office business pin striped suit with heels took the stage “Gentlemen now is the time you’ve all been waiting for. You’re bidding in Euros for 100% of Todd’s social networking company. Now who will open the bidding at a million Euros?”

One of the waitresses, Yvonne raised her hand. I was surprised to say the least. Chantal raised her eyebrows but accepted the bid. “Who’ll bid me $2 million Euros?” “Who’ll bid me $1.5 million Euros then?” Natalie raised her hand, what was going on here? I looked closer and saw Natalie was glancing for instructions at one of the men. “Do I hear $2 million anywhere?” No one moved a muscle. “It’s hardly worth my while to take my jacket off now is it at these prices.”

“I’ll bid five if it will get you to take your jacket off.” The bid came from the back of the room. “Thank you sir.” Chantal took her jacket off and placed on the desk in front of her. “Seven if your skirt comes off as well.” Chantal glared at the bidder “I’m not taking my skirt off. However I will accept your bid but you’ll need to come and remove my skirt yourself.”

By the time the bidding had stopped at 21 million Euros Chantal was left standing with just her silk stockings and garter belt on. The winning bidder had one finger inserted between her legs and the other hand was cupping one of her breasts. I glimpsed one of the maids sidle up to Todd brushing her breasts against his arm and realised he was now worth more than $10 million as well.