Primadonna Girl

NessaFX

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Open to one male for the role of 'the driver', no need to PM, get stuck in!

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Savannah Grace, an eighteen year old girl with a huge attitude problem, was already running late. Her parents had money and lots of it, leaving Savannah to do pretty much as she pleased. She had been privately schooled up until the age of fifteen until she eventually decided she wanted to try and mingle with the 'average' people of society. It was a real success. Savannah found many so called friends at school, each one simply dying to be her friend but perhaps not for her personality. She didn't care about that though, no, as long as she was popular then nothing else mattered.

Now that she was contemplating starting college, Savannah found herself at a loose end. She hadn't a clue what she wished to major in though she had plenty of time for that. She would take a gap year first, simply because she could, and would use her time wisely or perhaps not so wisely. She would go on shopping sprees, meet up with her other rich friends and socialize to the highest level. Though, today she had an appointment to attend to and it was of utmost importance for Savannah to arrive on time.

"Look, I know you're new to this job and you make it crystal clear how much you don't want to be here but phu-lease will you just help me out here?" Her father had hired a new driver for Savannah's use as she still had yet to pass her driver's test, though in her mind she would never need to drive a car herself when she could hire someone to do it for her or at least ask daddy to.

"Oh and would you try to look as if you actually enjoy your job, it puts a downer on my mood." Rolling her gorgeous green eyes, Savannah finally sits herself down in the back passengers seat after adjusting her skirt appropriately, though still managed to let the hem ride up her bare thighs a few inches more. She waited until he closed the door shut for her and made his way around to the drivers side. She had a doctor's appointment and she'd be damned if she'd miss it because of his lack of experience.

 
Brandon Mohan, the 24 year old driver, stood at 6'5" and had a lean build. He wore a classic black suit, white dress shirt, and black tie as he closed the door and made his way to the driver seat. He tried his best to make eye contact with his brown, almond shaped eyes. His jet black hair was short and spiked in the front. His dark brown skin glistened as he was nervous on his first day.
Brandon was a part-time law student that really needed this job in order to pay for his books. He was a first-generation Indian, but was born and raised here in America, he was determined to finish school and make his family proud.
"Yes ma'am," he answered and quickly started the vehicle and began to drive to their first destination, the doctor's office.
 
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To say that Savannah was nervous was perhaps the biggest understatement of the year. She was visiting the doctor's office because she had had a run-in with an ex of hers last night and had 'rekindled' the romance as it were, though to say it was anything more than a one night stand would be telling quite the lie. She wasn't a slut, no matter how her life so far had sounded, but she did know how to let loose and party all night long; what teenage girl didn't?

"Any day now would be good, Brandon." It was less than a five minute drive from her home to the doctor's office but it felt like a lifetime for Savannah this morning. She had used protection last night but to make things 100% positive that she wouldn't fall pregnant, Savannah would need to be seen to from her doctor.

After what felt like a lifetime, they arrived right outside the doctor's office building. Brandon parked the car in the nearest parking bay and quickly headed for Savannah's passenger side door to open it for her. She exited the car with speed, not bothering with formalities and headed for the entrance. "Meet me in the waiting room!" She called back to Brandon until she was nowhere to be seen.

17 minutes later...

"So you can follow orders? Let's go." She was surprised to see Brandon waiting for her where she had practically told him to. She strutted right past him however, hoping he'd follow suit and follow her. She often treated her driver's like dogs, training them up to do as she pleased. Hence why so many had left before Brandon. They had gotten bored of her bratty ways and left as soon as they could after handing in their notices.

 
Brandon drove in complete silence as Ms. Grace seemed to be a stickler for her own privacy (and he had also heard of how many drivers she had employed before). After parking the car Brandon hurried to the waiting room and sat patiently and too nervous to even check his phone.
As Ms. Grace emerged into the waiting room Brandon stood up at once and waited for her to approach. "Yes, I can Ms. Grace," he said clearly and loudly (which surprised him). As he followed behind her he said, "The car is parked on the right side." He followed her to the car then opened the door for her. "Where to next, Ms. Grace?" He said calmly and with a genuine smile.
 
Once Brandon had opened the door for her, Savannah slipped into the plush leather seat with ease. Her long, slender tanned legs looking mighty fine in her skirt as she crossed one over the other. She glanced her piercing green eyes up towards him as he closed the door for her once more. She waited ever so patiently until he was seated back into the drivers seat as he asked politely where she would like to go next.

"I need a new line of lingerie picking up for sampling, take me to Booty's." Savannah was no fashion designer nor maker but large chains did like using her for marketing purposes so she would always be allowed to sample the latest high class products before they were put on the shelves, making her life just that much more sweeter than it already was.

The journey was no more than a ten minute ride in the car and it didn't take them long before they pulled up outside of the store. The unfortunate thing for Savannah was one of her former friends still worked at the store and she knew for a fact she was working today of all days too. "Brandon, I'm going to need you to go inside and pick them up for me. There should be five different styles of panties, three bras and one bustier in the collection. Tell them you're picking the samples up for me." She perked one of her perfectly plucked brows as she gazed towards Brandon in the rear view mirror.

She wondered what he thought of her. She was a gorgeous looking young woman, slender in shape but toned for the most part. Her legs were long, standing tall at five foot, eight inches and with long cascading dirty blonde hair to finish off her signature look. She certainly knew what her former drivers thought of her, though Brandon wasn't like any of them from before, no, he was different.

 
As he stared back at her through the rearview mirror, the nervousness had almost completely disappeared. Her green eyes had his full attention as he was mesmerized for a second. He shook himself out of it, "Yes, Ms. Grace. I'll go get them now." As Brandon left the car, he thought to himself, "She doesn't seem that bad...plus she's gorgeous. How could this be so bad?"

After about 5 min, Brandon came out of Booty's. He walked to Ms. Grace's door and slowly opened it. "Here you go Ms. Grace, everything you asked for is in the bag," he said with a confident tone and smile. Before waiting for her reply he closed his door ad walked to the front. He had quickly learned that Ms. Grace preferred to talk to him when he was in the driver seat. "I wonder if she's this in control in the bed?" He thought to himself. But he quickly dismissed the idea as he looked at her through the rearview again, "Where to next, Ms. Grace?"
 
She couldn't help but to smirk. Her eyes were on him at all times now ever since he left the store and approached her door. As he handed her the items of clothing, their hands touched for just a second before he returned to the drivers seat. "Take me home." She had no more errands to run for the morning and would feel much better being back at home now that she had completed her tasks for the day. She sat back against the leather, still with her legs crossed one over the other and allowed Brandon to take her home.

It wasn't long before they had arrived back from where they had started. Savannah sat gracefully until her door was once more opened for her. She took Brandon's hand this time as he helped her out of the seat. "Fetch my things, Brandon." Licking her already cherry glossed lips, Savannah approached the front door and waited for Brandon to open it for her. "Muchas gracias." A dainty smirk sat upon her lips as before, she certainly wasn't Spanish but her accent certainly was perfected.

She was only teasing him really. She knew that Brandon was stubborn, much more so than her former driver's. They had been far more, willing, to show her exactly how she made them feel but Savannah had always relished in a challenge. "I need you to run my bath for me. Sophia isn't here yet and I need to relax." It wasn't Brandon's job to do such a thing but would he ever say no?

Savannah was at the foot of the stairs, ready to walk up to her room but had yet to hear of his reply. She turned on her five inch heels and placed a hand upon her curvaceous hip. "Well? I like the water hot, the bubbles to be at least three inches thick and use the lemon scented candles next to the sink, I hate those rainforest fruit ones." Demanding as ever.

 
Brandon grabbed the things from the car and after opening the door, he placed the things on a table. "Te nada, Senorita Grace," Brandon replied a little playfully. After hearing Ms. Grace's next request Brandon look quite puzzled. "I don't think I am supposed to do that, Ms. Grace. My apologies." Then after taking a look at her again, with her hand on her hip, and her green eyes staring back at him he reconsidered. "But, I guess I can do it since Sophie isn't here yet." He confidently walked past her up the stairs and started to prepare the water bath. He took off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. He arranged the lemon candles and prepared the bubbles. He then was about to leave when Ms. Grace entered....
 
Surprisingly enough, it was true. Savannah did feel that she needed to relax, after all, she had had a highly stressful morning at the doctor's office, all seventeen minutes of it. Sophia wasn't due to arrive for well over an hour anyway and Savannah just didn't feel up to preparing her own bath. She was more than happy to hear that Brandon had quickly reconsidered preparing it for her and knew the little hand on hip action had worked like a charm.

"Whatever would I do without you." She hummed softly, with slight sarcasm in her tone but was sure to follow Brandon up the stairs but took a left instead of a right until she entered into her bedroom, leaving him to attend to her bath. She could hear the water was running as she decided to undress then and there. She grabbed one of the crisp white towels she always had on hand and wrapped it around her naked body once all her clothing was off.

She wasted no time in making her way out of her room and headed straight for the main bathroom suite. She could hear the water was still running but the smell of lemon scented the hallway amazingly. She smiled sweetly and approached the door and by this time, the water had stopped running. The door had been left ajar as she pushed it open, revealing herself to Brandon wrapped in nothing but a towel that didn't make it anywhere near her knees and barely covered her upper half either.

"All set?" She closed the door softly behind her and it wasn't long before she stepped towards him. "You're a doll, Brandon. Could you go and fetch a pair of panties and a bra from the new samples for me, matching please." This would mean he'd need to leave the room and then re-enter, giving Savannah time to release the towel from her body and placing it down by the bath as she sat upon the ledge, waiting for his return.

 
Brandon's jaw dropped a little as he saw Ms. Grace appear before him in nothing but a towel. He simply shook his head at her next request and was able to mumble, "Yes, Ms. Grace" in his deep and calming voice. He left his coat on the counter and made his way downstairs. When he got to the bad, he realized that he had forgotten to ask her which ones she wanted. So he grabbed the entire bag and quickly went up the stairs. He had to get home soon and get ready for his evening classes. Without knocking on the now closed bathroom door, Brandon entered and while looking at the bag he asked, "I forgot to ask which ones you wanted Ms. Grace..."
 
She loved when a man was at her beck and call and Brandon was proving to be just that. She simply waited until footsteps were heard approaching the door. She was surprised that he hadn't knocked and would use this now to play at her advantage. She stood from the baths ledge and covered her body as best she could with the use of her hands. Her jaw dropped with her eyes wide, as if she had been startled at his entrance. "Brandon!" She shouted, acting the outraged innocent girl in all of this.

"Do you not know how to knock all of a sudden?!" She was smirking devilishly inside, but held her act together as he glanced up to see exactly what she was 'freaking out' about. She immediately saw his look of utter shock and horror that he had walked in on her in such a way. This only made the situation better in her eyes.

"Was this your plan? Wait until I'm naked and then pounce?!" She knew this wasn't his plan at all, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to make a man feel extremely guilty for something he really hadn't done in the first place. "If my father were to find out about this..." She stopped mid-sentence, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him now. She drew a step towards him, closing the space between them until she had him walked backwards until his back caught the edge of the door, ultimately leading it closed.

Now with his back pressed against the now-closed bathroom door, Savannah pressed her naked body against his clothed one. "I see you even began to get undressed yourself." She peered down at him, noticing his jacket was off. "You're in big trouble, Brandon." She smirked, her tongue gracing her lips, wetting them slightly as they glistened under the lights.

 
Brandon shocked and remorseful for what he had done. "I'm so sorry!" he said as he took a step back.

"No, I swear I had no intention to do this...I just...I...I should have knocked." he stammered. His calming voice all but gone. "No please don't tell your father, I really need this job to pay for my books. I'll do anything."

With his back now against the wall, literally and figuratively, Brandon continued to defend his actions.."No, Ms. Grace, I only took the coat off to prepare your bath. I'm sorry, please don't get me in trouble." He looked down at her and thought to himself..."was she acting all this out?"
 
She soon saw him in a new light. He was almost... cute. With the way he was defending himself when he really hadn't done anything wrong, it was definitely cute. "Are you calling me a liar, Brandon?" Her eyes brightened slightly, really wanting to make him feel as guilty as possible and it was obvious that was exactly how he was feeling now; extremely guilty.

"Do you always get girls alone like this, hmm?" She was prying for answers, wanting him to squirm for her until finally, she revealed all. "Aw, look at you, all worried in case you loose your job. Do you like me that much, Brandon? Would you really do anything to keep this job?" She was curious for that answer, wondering if he really would do anything to please her.

"I'm not so sure you would. You see, I could call up daddy now, tell him exactly what you've just done and then have him hunt you down." Her plump lips turned up into a sexy smirk, wondering if he had sussed her out yet. The deadly game she was playing with him right now would either end up good or bad. It was his call.

"Since I now have your word that you'll do anything, why don't you take those hands of yours and put them to good use for once..." She leaned in closer to him, her puckered lips just an inch away from his ear as she whispered. "Touch my perfect body." She let her lips linger by his ear for just a moment before she pulled back, waiting for his next move.

 
Still a little shocked by it all, Brandon began having mixed emotions. While felt guilty for walking in on her, he had a gut feeling that she was hoping this would happen. "Yes, I'll do anything Ms. Grace." He said again...now his calming tone had returned. After she whispered in his ear, he was once again unsure of what to do next. He was worried that she may get him fired regardless. But he decided to comply with her request...again. His big, dark hands firmly gripped her light-skinned hips as she still had her naked body pressed against his. "Promise you won't tell your father?" he asked, hoping she would reassure him.
 
She was warming up to him more and more as soon as his hands fell upon her hips. It felt good to be in his hands, even if this was just the start. Then, the questions of all questions was asked. "If you do as I say, I won't tell him a thing, other than you're doing such a swell job at keeping me happy." Her eyes were full of lust at this point, with the way she had him pinned against the door with nowhere to go and with his hands positioned upon her curvy little hips; she felt like a Princess.

"I think you should continue taking your clothes off." It wasn't so much of a thought but more of a demand really, in her own little way of course. She stepped back away from him, moving into the middle of the bathroom, with both hands now positioned upon her own hips, waiting for him to oblige to her request.

"Let me see that body I have working for me." She wanted him wrapped around her little finger and would work to get just what she wanted from him too. This was perhaps the hardest she had worked all her life thus far but knew he'd be worth it in the end. "Do you like what you see, Brandon?" Her green eyes traveled up and down his covered body, not being able to wait much longer until she could see him in all his glory.

 
His body urged for him to take this pretty young girl right now and ravage her body for hours. But his mind was in control right now. As she stepped back from him, he began to oblige her request. He noticed the lust in her eyes and decided that he was only going to play along until she was under his control...that would be quite soon. Brandon decided to tease her as he stripped down..he slowly undid his tie, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He looked up at her to see what messages her green eyes were now sending. As he pulled his under shirt over his head, he tossed it aside and finally revealed to her his flat stomach and lean but muscular dark chest with very little chest hair. He began to undo his belt, when he stopped to look across at her and ask ..."Who wouldn;t like what they see?" He said before asking, "this all stays between you and I, right Ms. Grace?"
 
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