Contract Integration

The Contract

The Contract

"So you understand the arrangement we're offering, then."

Gina flipped through pages. "I think so. You'll give me a place to stay and cover tuition, fees, and books for the next school year. In exchange, I agree to..." she had to stop and catch her breath. "Service you and your two sons, on a rotation basis, six days a week. I'll have Sundays off. We'll review at the end of the school year to see about extending it, but if we both agree, there's no limit to the number of renewals."

Allan nodded. "There's a weekly stipend you can use for food or whatever. You'll be off for your Fall and Spring Breaks and any other days we agree to in advance. And we're not unreasonable. If you get sick, you should go to the doctor." He leaned forward. "We'll cover your health insurance, too. You'll be on our company payroll as a special assistant anyway."

"Really?"

"We want you on health insurance. The three of us get tested a few times every year, sweetie, and you'll need to be too."

She flicked her eyes up. "Isn't all that testing awfully inconvenient for you and your sons?"

"Not half as inconvenient as an STD. Especially given that we're all going to be inside you bare. You did see that on page 5, right?"

"Yes, but...if it's just the three of you, is there any need? I'm already on the pill, so that part's covered."

Allan grinned mischievously, but it wasn't unkind. "It's won't always be be just us. We're just the ones who get to skip the rubbers. Look at page 4."

Gina did, and she found herself catching her breath again. This time was different, though. It took her a moment to figure out why: she wasn't hesitating. She wasinterested. And a little excited. Despite the clinical language used in the contract, she understoodexactlywhat Allan Sweeney and his sons had in mind.

During their first phone conversation, Allan had explained that they owned and operated a construction company, which kept both him and his two sons fit and in shape. It also kept them far too busy to date, so they'd looked for a willing coed to take in and support. In return, she'd be expected to regularly have sex with each of them.

She had figured she wouldn't have much time to date during college herself. Her major was difficult, and she only had a partial scholarship. She had been facing the need to take out student loans for the balance as well as working to support herself. That plan, though, wouldn't have covered any more than bare necessities. More than once, she'd wondered how she was going to do it, but she couldn't give up her dream, so she'd forged ahead anyway.

Then, during a campus tour on orientation day, Allan's younger son Emory had slipped into the group almost unnoticed. She hadn't realized he wasn't a fellow student until after they'd already spent an hour talking. The conversation had taken a definite flirtatious tone, although he'd seemed ill at ease at several points. As the tour had broken up, he'd pressed a card into her hand and then vanished. She'd called the number a day later.

Gina had always thought of construction workers as brutish and uncouth, but Emory hadn't been, and Allan wasn't that at all. He was dressed casually, to be sure, though she suspected that the polo shirt and clean jeans weren't what he actually wore to work. She could see a strong, muscled physique, which made sense given that he did physical labor all day. When he smiled, all his teeth were there, and his breath was clean. His black eyes had frequently glimmered with humor during this meeting; and while his black hair was touched with gray, it made him look distinguished, not old.

They'd sent her a picture of the older son, Cole, as well. He was as nice-looking as the other two Sweeney men, and their offer meant she'd have more time to study since she wouldn't have to work at an outside job. It'd also satisfy some of her own more...base urges.

"Make sure you've read the second-last page, too," Allan told her now. "There's a list of things youwon'tbe expected to do. Sexually, or otherwise."

She scanned it and nodded.

"Any other questions?" he asked.

"They're kind of silly, but yeah, I have a couple, and..." she trailed off. Once she told him, would he change his mind? "There's something I should tell you."

"What's that, sweetie?"

"Um. Ah. Technically, I'm a virgin."

Allan's eyes widened. "How is it you're that pretty and you've never had sex before?"

Her face warmed. "I'm not inexperienced, and I've beenaroundpeople having sex. I've just never had a man inside me before."

He digested that for a minute before a slow grin spread across his face. "You mean I'd get to be your first?"

"If that's what you wanted."

"It's what I'd want. But are you sure you want to do it that way? First times should be special."

She shrugged. "I'm not hung up on the fact that I haven't yet done that specific thing. I was...I was actually pretty dorky in high school. Glasses and braces, always had my nose stuck in my school books. None of the boys gave me a second look. But my foster sister and I shared a room, and we experimented a little. Then, when she got a boyfriend, he taught me a little more, but he didn't want to fuck a virgin." The braces had eventually come off, and she'd swapped her glasses for contact lenses just a few weeks ago. "It isn't that important to me."

"Hmm." She couldn't quite figure out the expression on his face. "You said you had questions for me?"

"They're kind of silly, but yeah. What about your sons' mother? And how old are the three of you, anyway?"

He sighed, closing his eyes. "God rest her soul, Barbara's been gone five years. Fucking cancer. Cole's been divorced for three years, has a couple daughters but they mostly live with their mom. I'm fifty-two and he's twenty-eight. Emory's twenty-three. I have a daughter, too, but she lives about an hour away. She's married, just had her second kid." He reached over to take her hand. "You'll be in good hands, sweetie, 'cause we all believe in treatin' women right. But I'll understand if you want to back out."

Gina took a deep breath and let it out. "I don't. Do I sign on the last page?"

He nodded.

She picked up the pen, flipped pages, and then signed her name. "When would I start?"

"When are the other students scheduled to move into the dorms? Tell your parents or foster parents or whoever that you've found a cheaper place off-campus."

"Saturday," she answered. "But based on this schedule, the rotation starts each week on Monday. Will it be all right if I move in on a Saturday anyway?"

"It'll be fine." Allan's smile turned devilish, although there was still kindness and mirth in his eyes. "In fact, it's more than fine. It'll give us a chance to start everything off right. You won't be a virgin by Sunday, sweetie, so be sure you're ready."

She stood up, offering a hand. "I will."

"Good." He took her hand and shook. Then, without warning, he hauled her against him into a hard kiss. One of his hands traveled up the inside of her shirt until it found her bra, and he moved it aside to flick the nipple underneath. It had already gone pebble-hard just from the kiss. His other hand migrated from her rear to the front of her pants, opening the button and sliding into her panties far enough to finger her clit. Gina couldn't help twitching and moaning, both from the surprise and from the sensations those two small actions brought.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it began, leaving her panting. Allan's grin was almost feral now. "Wet and turned on right away. That's good."

"Uh," she stammered. "Yeah."

He brushed her hair back from her face. "We'll see you on Saturday, sweetie. Don't let yourself have an orgasm between now and then."

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Gina arrived at the Sweeneys' at nine o'clock on Saturday morning, not wanting to have to rush through the process of moving her things in. They'd showed her the room during a phone conversation.It's the upstairs bonus, Cole had explained.Gives you a bit of privacy and has its own bathroom and kitchenette. You can decorate it any way you like.

She hadn't told them that the items she'd brought in her car were everything she owned. It had only taken a handful trips to bring her clothes, books, and other sundries in. Afterward, she'd gone out and picked up a few grocery and décor items, though the room still looked spare. That was fine; she was best off keeping her possessions minimal until she found a place to settle.

Now, after a quick meal, she stood in the shower, luxuriating in the hot water coming from the high-pressure shower head. The contract specified she needed to keep herself clean, neat, and prepared. The tingle that ran through her body at the word "prepared," though, didn't have anything to do with hygiene.

Scrubbing a towel over her short dark hair, Gina considered the outfit she'd laid out. She wasn't sure exactly what the Sweeneys expected, so she'd opted for a simple white t-shirt over a short denim skirt, along with a pair of sandals. The ensemble showed off her tanned-looking skin to perfection, and also gave her an excuse to wear a push-up bra underneath. After a few minutes' thought, she added a lacy white thong underneath the skirt.

Making her way downstairs, she discovered a well-equipped and well-kept kitchen area. Three men sat at the island, arguing about something.

The youngest one, Emory, noticed her first. "Hiya. Glad you decided to do this."

"I, ah..." Gina hesitated a few steps into the kitchen, not sure what to say or what boundaries there were. Was she even allowed in this part of the house?

Allan seemed to understand. "Come on in, sweetie. If a bedroom door's shut, you'll need to knock, but otherwise you have the run of the place. Just clean up after yourself." Seeing her expression, he laughed. "You haven't been around much, have you? Most general contractors build themselves nice houses. We get materials at cost and do the work ourselves. Barbara and I planned all this out together."

Gina could feel a blush creeping up above her neckline. She'd thought houses like these only happened in magazines.

Chuckling, he stood up to give her a long, lingering kiss. "You look nice tonight."

"Thank you." Wasn't this supposed to be a business transaction? He didn't have to compliment her!

"Now come on over and meet Cole."

Allan's older son also greeted her with a long kiss, though his was a bit harder, and he finished with a light smack on her rear. His eyes roamed downward. "Good to meet you, too. How old did you say you were again?"

"I'll be nineteen in November."

"Eighteen going on nineteen!" he laughed. "That's perfect. Hey, Em, c'mon, you can't be shy now!"

Emory still hesitated, so Gina took the initiative, stepping up to give him a long kiss like she had given the other two. His response was more tentative than theirs, though one hand cupped her cheek and he was smiling when they finished.

"It's all right," she told him, though she wasn't quite sure why. "We'll figure things out."

His shoulders dropped as he exhaled. Gina turned around to see Allan smiling at the two of them. This particular smile wasn't the same as the feral, hungry ones he'd given her during the contract signing. Allan waspleasedshe'd taken the initiative, she realized, and that she'd reacted to Emory's discomfort with encouragement.

He came up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. "Good job so far, sweetie. You ready to get started?"

She took a long breath and let it out slowly. "Yes."

He turned to his sons. "Go out and get some beers or somethin'. We'll be here when you get back."

Then, taking her hand, he led her toward the master bedroom and closed the door behind them.