Clarence looked me over again, with a much gentler expression than when I had first arrived. “Forgive me sir, I may have misjudged you. Does the miss speak truly? You got her on course level, in half a semester?”
“Well, Courtney is far more intelligent than she gives herself credit for.” I informed him, “Yes, there are a few sections from her previous classes we haven’t gotten her up to speed on, but for the most part she is on par with the rest of her classmates now, if not above. It helped that I was able to get us both jobs as graders for one of the professors and so we were able to go over previous assignments and I explained the principles as we graded them.”
Clarence smiled, and I realized he was genuinely overjoyed.
“You have no idea how much that pleases me.” he stated, “My wife and I were… unable to have children, so I have sort of adopted Courtney as my own. Her mother insisted we help her with her… less than honest… methods of passing her education, but I think you have found an excellent way to show your merit. I hope I am not too bold, but I am glad you and the miss are courting.”
Courtney cuddled up close to me, and Clarence stepped away to get us sodas.
“That is worth not getting mile high fun in my book.” Courtney whispered to me, “If you’ve won over Clarence then the rest of the staff should go smoothly.”
Clarence returned and gave us both sodas, “Now, you should be aware that your father suspects you two are engaged in intimate activities.” Clarence warned, “I do not know if he approves or not. You are of age, and the decision is yours, but your father is catholic and it is hard to tell where he is willing to be modern and where he is adamant on being a traditional catholic.”
Courtney was concerned, “What do you think about it?”
He thought for a moment, “Well, I had assumed you had picked up a ruffian who was undeserving and was after your father’s wealth.” He gave me a meaningful look, “But you seem to be the upstanding sort. And I find myself having difficulty objecting to a man who would help you dig your way out of the pit that your dishonesty dug. I also suppose that this means your mother can no longer threaten your father with exposing your dishonesty.”
“Father knew?” Courtney squeaked.
“Only recently.” Clarence informed her, “the madam told him you were cheating during one of their fights. Threatened to expose you. Your high school transcript would be difficult to expose as faulty, but she threatened to tell your university if he cut her off, they would pull you in, test you and, unprepared, she assured your father you’d fail… With your permission, I shall inform him that this is no longer an issue because of the young man upon whose arm you cling?” He smiled as he told her.
“Go ahead.” Courtney told him, “That cow may be my mother, but sometimes I can hardly believe we’re related.”
“Had I not the word of the staff that predated me, I would be inclined to agree with you.” Clarence affirmed. “And should you and the young master require alone time… simply ask the staff for boba tea. I shall see to it that when such a request is made, that you are provided adequate time… though be careful that your father does not catch you.”
“Really?” Courtney asked.
“My dear, we were all young once, if we are not now, and we know what it was like to be in love.” He informed her with a smile.
“So… if I wanted some Boba tea right now?” Courtney asked, curiously.
“Oh, my.” Clarence murmured with a wink. “I do believe it is time for me to visit the lavatory.”
The door locked and Courtney whipped down her panties while I pulled out my cock. She plopped her pussy down on my rod and started riding me with vigor. I groped her ass as it bounced on my lap. The altitude seemed once again to excite Courtney and her pussy clenched on my dick as she came hard, which induced me to shoot my sperm in her.
She sat, enjoying coming down with my dick inside her, then she got up, pulled up her panties and when I was done pulling up and fastening my pants she knocked on the bathroom door.
“Clarence, I need that when you’re done.” Courtney called.
There was a flush, and the door opened.
“What fortuitous timing, I was just finishing.” Clarence stated as he walked out.
Courtney stepped in and Clarence sat across from me.
“Know that you have my favor,” he warned me, “but should I get any indication that you are toying with Miss Courtney, I can and will make your life a living hell.”
“Oh, I understand.” I informed him, “And should I mess up this relationship, I’m pretty sure I’d be the most unfortunate of men and the most miserable.”
He seemed satisfied by that, then laughed, “Oh the sweet musk of young lovers.”
I looked at him surprised.
He stared at me for a moment. “Oh, lord. Have you two been romping so much you can’t even smell it anymore?” He laughed, “Oh, dear me. You know, Martin said it smelled like a bad perfume parlor after they flew you to your home for Thanksgiving.”
I was mortified, as was Courtney who was exiting the bathroom as he made the comment.
“Oh Gods, we thought we were being discreet!” She blushed.
“Then you should have done this.” He smiled and opened a cabinet and pulled out some air freshener and gave a good spray. “That’ll make it so Martin can at least pretend he doesn’t know what happened back here.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Clarence.” I told him.
“Bah, I just see a bit of me in you lad, and the good bits at that.” He laughed.
We talked about how he had been young when he first started chauffeuring, and how he ended up working for Courtney’s father.
“You can usually tell after the first couple of jobs what type of a person your employer is, and Mr. Carmichael is a good man. He could tell that Lucy and I were struggling, work as a chauffeur isn’t always consistent, you see. He decided he liked me and offered me a full time position. That was 18 years ago.” He said, “We ended up moving in and Lucielle and I have been working for Mr Carmicael ever since.”
He smiled, “That’s how it is with most of the staff. The old ones worked for Walter, before your father took over, and someday we’ll be there when Robert hands off the reins. Of course, the old staff were none too pleased by your mother. If you ask them, you are the only good thing she brought to your father. He was smart to make sure he had that prenuptial agreement. Brooke didn’t want to sign it but Robert insisted. She would have taken him to the cleaners years ago had he not insisted though. As is, he’s tempted to divorce her, give her her settlement and be done.”
“Why doesn’t he?” I asked, confused. “Seems like he knows she is just waiting for a chance to be unfaithful. Wouldn’t it just be easier to be rid of her?”
“Ah, there are two problems you are missing.” Clarence informed me. “When Brooke snatched Robert up, she did manage to win his heart. He loves the idea of her that she gave him to convince him to marry her. That’s problem one. Problem two, is that he is catholic and they do not look kindly on divorce.”
He shrugged, “The Catholics believe divorce is a serious affair, far more serious than the courts of today would have you believe. But with the prenup, Robert has proof that Brooke claimed she’d be faithful, give him children, and be a good mother. Thus far she has failed on two of the three. She never raised Miss Courtney. Thank goodness for that. You turned out much better without her. So she can’t claim to be a good mother. After her first child, she secretly had a medical procedure to ensure she’d never bear another. The Prenup states ‘Children’ which is multiple, and she has failed at that. If she is found to be unfaithful, I think Robert could get a catholic annulment of their wedding as it would prove that she married him under false pretenses as a means to get his money. The Catholics don’t look too kindly on marriage by false pretenses, even more so than divorce.”
“So why doesn’t Mr. Carmichael just let her sleep with someone and catch her at it? Surely if you hadn’t made yourself known you could have caught her on the cruise?” I speculated.
“Ah, that’s where his love for the woman she led him to believe she was holds him back. She is doing a great job of trying to convince him to forget it, with all the surgery she has done to make her body what she thinks he wants, instead of what he actually wanted, which was her the way she was.” Clarence reminisced. “Of course, she was already down that path when I met her. I’ve never known her before she started having plastic surgery.”
I shook my head at the folly. “Marrying a rich man wasn’t enough for her, and she still wants more.”
“Oh, it’s not just that. She had everything she wanted, but when your happiness is dependent on getting things, there is never enough. Then she found her happiness was hollow and started seeking new ways to be happy, missing out on the one thing that might have actually made her happy. A family. She had that, she thought, and she wasn’t happy. But she ignored her husband when she wasn’t sleeping with him to keep him paying for her things, and when she had her daughter she was more concerned about her body than the baby it had produced.” He shook his head. “A crying shame, the whole thing.”
“I’m so glad I have Tom, we actually spend time together and talk, more than just making the cabin smell like a perfume shop.” Courtney murmured, cuddling up to my arm.
“I see that, little miss. And I am glad for it.” Clarence told her.
“He didn’t actually know how much money Daddy has until recently.” Courtney laughed, “He kept saying I shouldn’t spend money on things and trying to pay for dinner. It was cute.”
Clarence laughed with me and we chatted for the rest of the flight.
We landed and Clarence helped us load all of our luggage into the limo. It wasn’t a stretch limo, but it was still a limo. Martin and Corinne had their own vehicles, so they bid their farewells and we headed our separate ways.
I was so nervous. Courtney had said there was plenty of space at her father’s house and it would be insulting to try to get my own accommodations, and seeing as how she had stated her father was a multi-billionaire, I wasn’t too surprised. But the fate of my future, my relationship with Courtney, and everything else, hinged on this meeting.
“You’re worrying again.” Courtney chided me.
“Can you blame me?” I asked, “Not everyday you have to make a good first impression on your girlfriend’s billionaire dad…”
“You’ll do fine. Just be you. He’ll love you, I’m sure.” Courtney reassured me.
I tried taking deep breaths, it didn’t really help, but nothing would.