Rich Scandals

Rhonda slid into the back of the black Cadillac Escalade, buzzing with excitement. She couldn't believe how her life had changed in just a year. This time last year, Rhonda was sending her account negative just to buy a pass for the bus. Now she had a private driver. She checked her account again, the credit of forty-seven thousand dollars was the same as when it had been deposited into her account that morning. It was her biggest contract to date. A text message came up on her phone.

Jiselle: Congratulations. We'll have to celebrate this weekend.

'Definitely.' Rhonda responded. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the cool leather. This weekend. She would finally be meeting people who she currently only knew virtually. People who had helped her get to where she was now. Of course, she would be seeing Shock for the second time. Rhonda bit her lip.

"Where to Ms. Sinclaire?" her driver Kevin asked, cutting into her reverie.

"Home, Kevin. Let's go home."

A few minutes later, Kevin pulled up to a large multi-unit that she owned. She snagged it from the sheriff's sale for a steal after her first wholesale deal. Rhonda lived in the topmost and largest apartment with her fiance Ryan. She rented out the other five apartments to families for 950 each.

Kevin climbed out of the car and came around the back to open her door and help her out of the escalade. "6:00 am Thursday, right?" He asked as he shut the door behind her.

Rhonda nodded. "Until then, enjoy your day off." She said handing him a hundred-dollar bill.

Kevin grinned and nodded, "Thank you, Ms. Sinclaire. See you on Thursday."

Rhonda stopped at her mailbox and collected the mail before she continued up the steps to her apartment. There was a shutoff notice for the light. Rhonda frowned, She and Ryan had decided she would pay the rent because she made more, and He would be responsible for the utilities, clearly, he had fallen behind. In her apartment, Ryan sat at the computer, writing lines of code. She leaned over his shoulder and peaked at his work as she kissed him on the cheek. "Javascript?"

Ryan nodded with a sigh, "Not like it matters, I didn't get the job."

Rhonda rubbed his shoulder, "I'm sorry babe."

He shrugged from under her touch. Before closing his computer and turning to face her. "How was your day?"

Rhonda shuffled the shutoff notice into her mail before handing Ryan his. "Boring." She lied. She went into the kitchen and pulled open the menu drawer. "What do you want to eat?"

"I remember when you used to cook." Ryan quipped from the other room.

Rhonda stifled her irritation with an eye roll. "I can't choose between greek and thai."

Ryan sighed, "We had greek last week."

"Thai it is," she said pushing the drawer shut.

"Your packages came today." He nodded towards bags across the couch.

Rhonda squealed. She had splurged on a few new pieces for her weekend excursion and had been afraid they wouldn't get to her before her flight.

"You realize you could have put a down payment on a house with what you just spent on clothes."

"Don't do this." Rhonda groaned picking up the packages and heading to her room.

Ryan followed behind her. "Don't do what?"

"Try and start a fight. I'm in a really good mood. I know the clothes cost a lot, but I needed something...special for this weekend. I'll be conducting business with millionaires. I couldn't show up in Old Navy." And besides, she added to herself, I can afford it.

"Conduct business," he snorted, as he sat down on the bed, his back facing her. "You'll all be partying all weekend. I wonder how millionaires party."

Rhonda smiled and put the clothes down, vowing to finish packing tomorrow. "Why don't you come with me and find out?" Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Ryan meeting Shock.

Ryan shook his head in frustration, "I already told you I couldn't get off this weekend. The fourth of July is a big weekend at the craft store. We can't all become overnight success stories."

Rhonda climbed on the bed behind Ryan, determined to avoid this fight. "I'm sorry, babe." She whispered slowly running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, leaning her breast into his back. "It's just that I'm really going to miss you." She trailed slow kisses down his ear, before gently nipping at his earlobe. Rhonda felt Ryan tremble and smiled.

He twisted around and pulled her onto his lap. "Oh, really?" He asked easily relenting. "What are you going to miss?"

"Hmm," She began before she leaned down and slowly kissed him. "I'll miss this." She mumbled into his mouth.

"Mmmm," He encouraged.

She pulled away from the kiss, "I'll miss this," she trailed kisses down his neck, stopping to bite at the flesh at the base of his neck."

Ryan groaned in pleasure.

Rhonda slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Teasing him as she kissed his chest after each button. "I'm. Going. To. Miss This." She whispered between kisses. She slid off of his lap onto the floor and began to undo his pants, "But most of all, I'll miss this." She pulled his cock from his pants and slowly worked her way up and down his shaft, gently twisting as she went. Ryan closed his eyes with a moan as he grew in her hands. Ryan's member was the perfect size, like Mama Bear's chair, not too big and not too small. Rhonda lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum that was seeping out. She sucked the tip in and stopped before going any further. She slowly dragged her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him with her pace. She continued to envelop him gradually until her lips met Ryan's balls, and she could feel him in the back of her throat. She slowly pulled back and repeated the motion, picking up the pace each time. Spit began to pull in her mouth and she used the lubricant to build speed. She looked up at him, and in that instant, he cursed and came in her mouth.

Rhonda threw back her head and swallowed his load. She lowered her head and locked eyes with Ryan, smiling seductively. Ryan's hand shot out and wrapped around her throat. He pulled Rhonda up to his lips and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth, and biting her lips. He stood, still holding her by the neck, hard enough that she couldn't pull away, but not hard enough to cut off her air. He turned and threw her onto the bed, climbing on top of her before she could gather her bearings. He pinned her hands to the bed and kissed her again before moving down to suck on her neck. Ryan let go of her hands and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head so he could focus on her breast. He kissed the top of each breast as he took her nipples between his fingers and gently pulled and twisted them. His mouth replaced his hands, licking and sucking at the hard buds. He pulled her legs apart, and as he continued his assault on his nipples, slowly slid his cock inside of her, stopping just as the tip of his penis stroked her G-spot. Rhonda moaned and arched her back, grinding down on him.

"Uh, uh, uh," he chided, wrapping his hand around her throat to hold her in place, it was his turn to tease. He pulled out and entered her again agonizingly slow, again just tapping her sweet spot. Rhonda groaned in frustration as he pulled out again and repeated the motion, going a little deeper and a little faster as he went. He eventually built up a steady pace, grinding into her G-spot each time he entered her. Rhonda bit her lip as her pleasure began to quickly escalate towards a familiar precipe. Ryan increased his pace bringing her to the peak of her pleasure, before bought his lips to hers and kissing her, knocking her off the edge. Rhonda's toes curled and she gripped the sheets as the rest of her muscles locked and stars filled her eyes.

When the orgasm finally released its hold on Rhonda, Ryan was still balls deep inside of Rhonda, slowly rocking and grinding against her G-spot. She felt new flames of pleasure licking past the ashes of the last blaze and shoved Ryan off, content where she was.

"Shit," Ryan mumbled as he collapsed on the bed next to her, his eyes already closed.

Rhonda laughed and closed her own eyes, exhaustion giving way to sleep before she could think of a response.

She knew it was a dream because she was wearing a swimsuit she'd purchased for her trip before realizing she bought it two sizes too small. But suddenly the yellow open-back monokini fit Rhonda perfectly. She was outside and the sun was painfully bright, shining directly in her eyes. She raised her hand blocking the rays and surveyed her surroundings. She was in the backyard of a massive house. Before her, there was a large circular pool, and floating in the center on a green crocodile float, was Shock. His dark, bare chest glistened in the sun and when he smiled at her, the light bounced off his pearly white smile.

"Aren't you coming in?" He asked.

"I can't swim." She reminded him.

Shock laughed, "I won't let you drown."

Before Rhonda could protest further, she was in the pool, though she couldn't remember taking steps closer to the water. Shock's crocodile float was gone and he floated in front of her, his hands on her hips, somehow keeping them both afloat.

"I was thinking about our last talk," His deep voice was quiet as his hands moved to her back where he rubbed small circles into her spine. "And I want to respect your boundaries."

Rhonda laughed, thinking how ridiculous the statement was considering their current position. "No, you don't."

Shock smiled at her, "Only because you don't either."

"Shock..." Rhonda began warningly as hid hands pressed harder and began to sink lower on her spine. He leaned in and gently kissed her. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Rhonda returned the kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck as the smell of bacon ripped her from the dream. Rhonda sat up and a loud growl from her stomach reminded her she had forgotten dinner. Ryan was no longer in bed, but light and smells from the kitchen made it easy to surmise what he was up to.

She climbed out of bed and joined him in the kitchen when he stood at the counter, pouring batter into the waffle maker. Rhonda grabbed a piece of bacon for the bar before taking a seat. She sighed as she bit into it.

"We forgot to order Thai, so I'm making breakfast for well, breakfast," Ryan said turning to face her.

Rhonda looked at the clock on the oven. It was 3:42. "You distracted me."

"I distracted you." He asked incredulously.

Rhonda nodded.

"That's not how I remember it."

Rhonda shrugged as she grabbed another piece of bacon.

"I'm sorry about being a jerk earlier, I've just been super stressed lately." He admitted, casting his eyes down.

"I know, I wish I could help."

"You do help Rhonda, you're the perfect Fiance. That's why I love you."

Rhonda swallowed another piece of bacon and the guilt that tried to lodge itself in her throat. "I love you too."