Bully and the Brat

Natchez County, Texas, 2023.

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Jeff awoke up to 58 missed calls and numerous texts. He didn't even realize his wife had answered one call. With her curly hair peeking out the comforter, she cuddled against two pillows. He quietly suited up to tend to some late-night business. Grabbing his keys off the counter, he walked to his bar for a stiff drink to clear his mind.

Red and blue police lights illuminating the illegal sex club across the highway heightened his nerves, but Jeff pulled onto the exit. He grabbed his wallet and hopped out of the car. Walking through the parking lot, he scanned for the officer in charge. He stopped abruptly, hearing a knock on a police car window, and saw a blast from the past.

"What in the hell?" Jeff leaned down to face his old assistant, Todd Kelly, with a long face. "What did you do?"

"Those country chicks can't hang," he laughed, surly out of his mind to find amusement in the back of a squad car.

"God damn it, Todd. You come all the way down here to ruin my fucking life?"

"Relax. I didn't call you. I called Ray, and he's getting the paperwork ready. I won't see a jail cell, but you could talk some sense into that beaner and tell these Hillbillies who I am."

Jeff nodded, "I'll see what I can do."

He walked a few steps before he heard Pedro's voice call out to him. The short man sprinted across the concrete, out of breath by the time he reached him.

"You're friend. He-He sick, man. My girls won't stop crying, He...I didn't know what to do?"

"This is my fault," Jeff eased his mind with a pat on the back, "I'm sorry. I should never have told my brother about this place. I should have known he'd run his mouth his friends. But, Why the hell did you call the police?"

"He was violent, man. I had no choice, Jeff. I had to call the fucking pigs to get him out, and... And now my place is on the radar. It'll probably get shut down. My wife, she'll find out and..."

"I got it. Alright. I'm going to fix this. Just tell the officers what really happened in there."

"Are you sure?"

"Tell them exactly what happened. I've been cleaning up his messes for too long now. If they shut this place down, it won't be for long. You can open back up, get the right codes on this spot, and label it a strip joint and-"

"I can't, man. My wife will know, she'll know, people talk."

"That's the only way. You can't hide these naked women. But I'll fix it, alright,... I promise. I'll fix it."

Jeff walked away, knocking on his buddy's car jail door. He grabbed his phone and called the one person he had tried to avoid for the past month.

"Well, Damn," Ray answered immediately, "I guess your phone does work."

"Don't start that shit. I've been fixin' up Dad's store, I haven't had the time."

"Listen to yourself. You sound like a damn good Ole boy now. I bet you voted for Trump last year, too, didn't you?"

Jeff rubbed his forehead, feeling a migraine coming in across his temples, "Ray. Look. Todd is-"

"I've already handled Todd. He'll be on the first flight back to Virginia tomorrow."

"Why are you still dealing with him?" Jeff asked. "What are you trying to do, get back at me?"

"Todd never did me wrong," Ray chuckled, "He never abandoned me. He never laid a hand on me."

"I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?" Jeff opened his car door, putting his phone on speaker to lay his head on the steering wheel, "Just get down here so we can fix this. My buddy's got a bad rep already; he doesn't need this sort of thing happening."

"Jeff, come on. I need it." His voice held a mocking tone that urged him to sit up.

"Please," Jeff surrendered, "Ray. Please help me, help my friend."

"Good boy. I'm on it," Ray chuckled and ended the call.

Jeff relaxed, knowing his brother had the best lawyer connections of anyone he knew. A knock on the door startled him, and he rolled down the window to catch Todd's gaze.

"How, the..."

"God I thought VA cops were crooked," Todd rushed the passenger door open, "I promised that hick a few grand, and he let me go."

Jeff rubbed his jawline, bending his head down to keep his cool.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I can't get a Goddamn, hey, hows it going?" Todd laughed, "I haven't seen you since the funeral."

"Hey?" Jeff looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

"Jesus, act like you're happy to see me," Todd chuckled, "Look, I don't have any cash on me. But you know I'm good for five thousand when I get back to Virginia."

"Why did you come down here in the first place?" Jeff sneered.

"To see you, My god. Plus, Ray said this place was legit, that slut had a goddamn fit over a little anal?" He yanked the belt over his shoulder, shaking his head at the chaos ahead, "Sorry whore ruined my whole night."

Jeff backed up the car with every thought to kick him out. He had lived on the edge before too, and was now facing the consequences with a court appointed therapist. Todd had yet to learn his lesson.

On the way to the bank, Jeff thought of everything they had been through. But only one event he couldn't remember correlated to his new life.

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Williamsburg, Virginia 2013

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Kate got up early and entered the master bathroom to prepare for the day. Jeff had returned home a few hours ago. He had missed the bed and was sprawled out on a small futon across the room, where he had drunkenly passed out. She finished her skin care routine, took a long shower, then bounced from room to room, gathering his clothes and amenities for their upcoming trip. She purposely let him sleep in and dragged his large suitcase down the stairs, leaving it by the door.

The year before, at 19 years old, Kate had fallen hard for her boss's brother, Jeff. Although still working for his sister Alicia, she had made herself useful to him despite her warning that he was a bastard and a total womanizer. But to Kate, he was intimidating and powerfully handsome. She kept her crush a secret but applied to be his secretary later that year.

Kate had never been insecure and knew she had something he wanted. It wasn't long before his eyes were taking in her perky breasts, and his hands were groping her ass.

Jeff sealed the deal and grabbed her by the waist one afternoon on her way out the door, and she caught the bait. She giggled as he pulled her into his office and panted as his fingers played a melody on her clit.

Kate experienced her first orgasm that day. She was so head over heels for that intense feeling, she knelt at his feet and sucked his cock. Afterwards, Jeff warned her to keep her mouth shut with a stern look and a stack of cash. It was more money than she had made all year, which enticed the young girl to bend over his desk the next day and take what little cock she could fit in her tight pussy.

After the first few fumbles, taking his eight inches, and using his credit card to buy anything she wanted, Kate was addicted! For a month straight, she rode him into his office chair twice a day or hunched over his lap to deep throat. She was eager for his attention, which came with the knowledge that she had little to no gag reflexes. But she couldn't reach his heart as fast.

"Take it," Jeff spat, steering her head down, "Stick your tongue out and lick my balls."

Kate obeyed his command and stiffened her lips as he rode her head with hard thrusts. She tried to catch the drool darkening his tanned pants, but his hands were glued to her scalp.

"Ah, fuck, I'm cummin, oh ugh-" Jeff twitched and grabbed his shaft when she backed from his cock, spilling his load across his tanned pants, "Ughh, fuck. Damnit. Didn't I tell you to swallow it?"

"Uh, mm, I'm sor..." Kate caught her breath, and wiped her mouth. "I'm sorry, I don't like the taste."

"Sarah, in accounting sure does," Jeff mumbled, grabbing a few tissues from his desk to dab his lap to no rescue, "I can't go to the fucking meeting like this," he kicked his leg, "Go run down to Barney's and get me a black suit. Give Tony my name and tell him it's an emergency."

"Of course."

Kate hurried to complete the task but ended up ruining his expensive black slacks with her creamy cunt by the end of the day. Knowing her tasteful flaw held her back, she started allowing him and his co-workers to use her body at will around the office, something Sarah from accounting refused to do.

Kate loved sex and didn't mind being the office slut, her pussy a treat for those who met deadlines earlier than expected. She could easily deep throat Jeff and get stuffed from the back by his friend, Todd, while jacking off the next in line. But Jeff was her favorite. His buddy Todd always reminded her she was special, even if Jeff refused to admit it.

This went on for a few months before Kate demanded more from Jeff. She wanted the girlfriend title she deserved, even if he was paying her to get his dry cleaning. He dismissed her for a few weeks when she spoke about her needs and confessed her love for him.

"You can't be in love with me; I sign your paycheck, Kate," Jeff smiled. "This is strictly business."

Kate was heartbroken over his rejection and did something about it. She pretended to find interest in his friend and married him in a drunken Vegas ceremony. Using his money, she ditched her typical work attire, took out a loan for a new set of triple D tits, and pranced around the office in tight, revealing dresses to get Jeff's attention.

Jealous over her reckless choice in men, Jeff changed his tune to get her back. He stepped up, taking her on dates, flying her out to different cities, and vacationing on tropical islands. During those times, Kate forgot about her loveless marriage and proved herself a certified freak at sex clubs and elite hotel parties. But still, she wanted more of his time and money.

Finally, Kate threatened to tell his sister about their affair, and somehow, that provoked him into pretending to take their relationship to the next level. Fast forward six months, and she was now his full-time SLUT, living under his roof. She spent most days tidying his room, ironing his clothes, and nights wondering where he was.

When Kate returned to the bedroom, Jeff stirred, sliding his enormous head down around the floor. He was a wild man who was too reckless to bring home to her parents. She had made that mistake for the first and last time when he proceeded to openly flirt with her mother, and insult her overweight father over dinner.

Kate was willing to give up her monthly visits with her parents, no longer needing their allowance. Jeff held the keys to his father's business and had more money than he knew how to spend. That made up for his manly flaws, and she was willing to endure his late nights and erratic behavior for a piece of the pie.

"Babe?" Kate knelt beside him, in a small blue sundress that highlighted her large breasts, "Babe, it's almost 7:30. Wake up. Babe."

Jeff turned on his stomach, releasing her soft rub against his scalp.

"Babe."

"Ugh."

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she kissed his bare jaw, sliding her fingers in his hair.

"What time is it?" His robust voice made her swoon.

"Almost seven..."

"What time do we have to be there?"

"We need to be at the airport at 10."

"Wake me up at 9."

"But, I...." Kate rubbed the hair on his chin, shaking for a release, after edging throughout the night, "Sir. Can I cum please?"

Sitting up, Jeff fumbled with his loose pants, and she hiked her dress, plopping down in his lap. He removed his cock and rubbed a generous amount of spit on the head to dampen their morning tryst. He held her tiny waist, and she took off with long sweeps.

"Mmm, ooh. Thank you, sir," Kate reached for his lips.

Jeff shoved his tongue into her mouth. Dismissing the stale taste of alcohol on his breath, she kissed him as she feverishly bounced.

"Ooh aha, hmm, thank you, sir."

"Uhmm," he moaned, pulling at the top of her dress.

Jeff, too tired to perform, slumped back to let her work. Her pussy lips kneaded his cock with perfect detail, and he closed his eyes to savor the massage.

"Ooh, god, yes, I missed your cock so much last night, sir," she confessed, lowering her head as his mouth wrapped her nipple, "I waited up all night for your cock. Hmm. Can I cum please, sir, can I-."

Pausing her bounce, Kate turned her head when she heard the door slam down the hallway. Jeff immediately straightened up and held her waist to stop her ride.

"That better not be who I think it is."

"He said he felt sick this morning." Kate's expression darkened, "He's uh.."

Jeff dropped her to the side and stood, his untucked dress shirt hanging around his hips. "He's not sick; he's a lazy piece of shit, is what he is," he grumbled, rushing out of the door with her on his trail down the hall.

"Jeff. Just let him...."

Jeff rattled the locked knob and left to bang on the door, "You missed the bus again, huh?"

"Jeff. Please," Kate intervened, pulling her tits in place for what she knew would be another violent altercation.

"RAY! You'd better get dressed because you're going to school today."

"Go away, I don't feel good," came his muffled call behind the door.

"Ray!" Jeff banged.

"Jeff," Kate grabbed his shoulder as the door flew open, revealing a teenager with messy honey blonde hair and a bad attitude.

"What the fuck are you banging on my door for?" Ray sneered.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"You motherfucker. Are you deaf?"

Jeff grabbed him. Ray hurried back, but he yanked him up by the shirt with a softer touch than he would have shown to a stranger.

"You need to talk to me like you've got some sense, boy, before I knock the shit outta you."

"I said I don't feel Good, how about give me a fucking break?"

Jeff released him, "I suggest you start feeling better and get dressed, cause you're going to school today." He gently rubbed his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and urgency. "This is the fifth damn time in two weeks I've had to take your ass to school. You need to grow up. I ain't your damn Daddy."

"Then stop fucking acting like it."

Jeff popped his jaw, making him irate enough to jump into their usual fight. Kate bounced in to break it up, but it wasn't possible as they fought for control of each other at the door's threshold.

"Stop. Jeff, let him go," she pleaded, pulling at his elbow, "Babe, please."

Ray got the upper hand with a swift kick to his thigh, and Jeff steered him back into his room, knocking his trophies off the dresser.

"Stop! Oh my god, Marla!" Kate called the maid, instantly regretting it, as both stopped to glare at her.

Seeing the opportunity to punch, Ray cocked him square in the jaw. Refusing to get that violent with his little brother, Jeff backed him into his king-sized bed. Aiming his fist at his nose, he hesitated to swing.

"I'm sorry," Ray panted, bracing himself for the hit.

Jeff unclenched his fists and pressed his finger on his forehead, "If you ever get the balls to hit me again, I'll knock you senseless, boy. Do you understand me?"

Ray nodded.

"Get your ass ready, I'm dropping you off on our way to the airport." Jeff backed off to kick a bag on his floor, "And When You get home, you need to clean up this fucking room."

Ray reached for his bag, shooting his brother a dirty look.

Jeff returned it, stepping forward, "You got something else you want to say to me?"

"Babe, come on, stop bullying him."

The tense moment had her on the edge of the door, whispering words that would calm his rage. He dismissed her touch and pushed her into the hallway.

"Fuck you!" Ray yelled, slamming his door.

Ray had a father, but his old age and alcohol abuse made it difficult for him to provide the guidance and discipline he needed. It frustrated him that Jeff had now stepped into that fatherly role, since it came with typical sibling rivalry. He returned to his bed after putting on a worn black dress shirt and some buttoned slacks, and scrolled through Twitter as he anxiously awaited his brother's return.

Half an hour later, Jeff knocked on the door, dressed to kill in a navy suit. "Come on, boy."

Ray opened his door with a glare and bypassed him to slide down the stairs rail, "I'm not your fucking boy," he mumbled once he reached the bottom.

"I hope you bust your ass one day," Jeff mumbled, taking the steps one at a time with his bombshell shadow following behind. He stopped outside their industrial kitchen and knocked on his father's office door.

"Carl."

His father was asleep, but the door was unlocked, and Jeff went inside to find his head sprawled across a desk of papers.

"Carl, Wake up!"

Carl stirred and lifted his head to take in his oldest son, "Yeah?" He wiped his mouth. "What happened?"

"How YOU about get off your ass and make sure your son goes to school while I am gone?"

"Where are you going?" Carl slurred, picking up a glass of watered-down liquor from last night.

"I told you, I'm going to Houston for a few days."

"How long?"

"A few days."

"With who?"

"I'm meeting up with Troy."

"You boys best not get into more trouble. I hope you're not taking that Kelly boy with you?"

"What the hell are you questioning me for, when you've got a teenage nightmare living under your roof? He's missed every other day since he started back. And I don't know how many tardies. You need to start getting him up."

"I'll have Marla-"

"She doesn't get here till 8; by then, the kid's already late. The boy thinks he's grown, so you need to sober the fuck up and get him together."

"He's alright." Carl finished his drink and shook his head. "He's got those hormones. Do me a favor and check on the Natchez store, while you're out there."

Jeff laughed, "I'm not going anywhere near Natchez County. And that Marty guy is handling it just fine."

"Come on, for me." Carl straightened his back, "Make sure he's not letting the place go to hell."

"Whatever," Jeff twirled his eyes, "If I have time, I will. YOU make sure Ray gets up and goes to...."

"Good morning, Dad," Ray chimed, sliding by Jeff. "I'm on the way to school."

Carl nodded, holding his thumb out, "Good boy. See, he's going to school."

"Yeah. After I slapped the fuck outta him."

Ray laughed, "You called that a slap?"

"You spoiled bitch," Jeff raised his hand, "How about I'll knock your teeth out next time."

"Hey," Carl raised his hands, "You're brothers. Get along for once."

"I get along with Jeff just fine, Dad," Ray shrugged.

Jeff shut the door, leaving them in the office, and walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee. Kate turned her head with a smile and presented a strong cup to his face.

"His anxiety was bad last night."

"You're always making excuses for him." Jeff shook his head. "What's he got to be worried about? The son of a bitch hasn't lifted a finger since he was born. When I was his age, I had two jobs."

"His mother died two months ago, Jeff. He's-"

"So did mine. He's gotta get out of his head. And get his head out of his ass. Let's go, I gotta get outta this fucking house for a while."

Kate sighed, stepping over to the marble counters to grab her purse.

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Houston, Texas.

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Jeff had been so worried about Ray that he had forgotten his wallet. Kate paid for the Uber ride, but he was sweating bullets in the standard car. Leaning back, he took a deep drink from his flask and dabbed a few drops of sweat from his brow. The cheap Uber car was busted and smelled like shit. He could tell Kate was on edge and held her hand, trying to make the best of the fucked up situation.

His new iPhone buzzed in his lap, and he answered with a smile despite his disgust and discomfort.

"Hello, this is Jeffrey Anderson."

"Hey, Jeff..."

"Yeah."

"OH," Todd's deep voice rang, " Um, I figured you were still in the air. I was going to leave you a voicemail. But. Uh, um, yeah, we're still on for tonight, right?"