"You Deserve More Than This" (closed)

Barton listened to Lily’s rant with only the faintest show of emotion, one of amusement, which she obviously noticed and for which she obviously didn’t much care. He casually sipped at his wine before setting it aside, and when a pair of members took notice of his guest’s fury and shot him questioning glances, he shrugged just enough to cause them to chuckle between themselves before turning back to their own conversation.

“First, let’s address the work situation,” he said when she’d finished. “You will be working for me in a distant location, not with me in my building, let alone my office, Lily. We will rarely if ever see one another, so there shouldn't be a concern there. It’s not like you’ll be my secretary, wondering whether my calling you into my office is to take dictation … or suck my dick.”

A nearby snicker caught Barton’s attention, and he smirked a bit as he continued, “Second … no one here thinks you’re a gold digger. They may not know you, but they know me. And they know there isn’t a woman on this planet who can get close to -- let alone lay her hands upon -- any more of my money than I want her hands upon.”

He could have pointed out to Lily that many of the women here were being paid directly to be here, while others were getting something indirectly for their presence, much as Lily had gotten a job and would get an opportunity to restart her education. But it wasn’t Barton’s place to out any of these men as the type to spend their money on getting the heads of their cocks polished by a skilled tongue and pair of lips. He paused as the waiter brought their salads, then yet again departed but not before giving Lily a quick look of sympathy. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen a fish out of water flopping about the bottom of the boat, as it could be described here.

“Finally,” Barton went on, his tone a bit softer and polite, despite the topic. “You didn’t do anything last night that, deep in your soul, you hadn’t at least once fantasized about. Joy Juice, as Carly likes to call it, doesn’t work like that. It’s not a date rape drug. It doesn’t knock you senseless. It only heightens your desires and lessens your inhibitions. Before you start accusing me of raping you or of performing some other such inappropriate act on your person, you should really ask yourself a couple of questions. Have I ever even once wanted to do what I did…? And … did I enjoy it? And…” He raised an eyebrow and smiled a bit wider as he finished, “Do I want to do it or something similar again … and again, and again?”
 
As he spoke about the joy juice, she looked down and her face went red. Lily looked at Barton as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You're right but I'm still working for you. That means that if anything happens now, I'll be sleeping with the boss." Sighing, she took a other drink of her water.

"I never said it was a date rape drug. It did feel good and you are good at what you do. I wouldn't have done it in a public place like that and while I have thought of trying things with a woman, I would have preferred it to be with someone I knew. I also wouldn't have slept with you right away. I barely know you Mr. Lee." She stopped and contemplated on how to answer the last part of his question. "It could be something that we could do again... Just in a more private place." Lily said softly before averting her eyes from his. She was embarrassed to have admitted that. She wanted to see what else Barton was capable of.
 
"Private ... hmm," Barton mused softly, as if Lily had said something humorous. "Something to contemplate."

Another pair of club members happened by, shaking hands and eying the woman momentarily before heading away. The waiter brought their plates, followed by a second waiter who rolled up a cart filled with the side dishes, condiments, and more. As if the conversation about the previous night hadn't even happened, Barton began talking about the meal before them, the history of the club's chef, the history of the club, and more. A casual observer may have thought the two were nothing more than casual friends or prospective business associates out for a nice lunch.

"Tell me about your parents," he said, changing the subject to something more personal. He asked some run of the mill questions about how long they'd lived in Hanson's Turn, from where they'd originated, what kind of work her father had done at the mill, and more. Lily told him what she wanted to tell him, didn't what she didn't.

"I know they've had a rough go of it, because of the shut down of the steel mill that I just purchased," Barton told her when she finished her last answer. "I'd like to help them if you don't mind. Maybe refinance the home. Better terms. They pay when they can, no pressure. It's not a gift, Lily. Not charity. A loan. With very liberal terms."
 
Lily explained how her parents had lived in Hanson's Turn all their lives as well and that her father was now the highest ranking official on the floor in the mill. Yeah, there were still some office people and suits but he worked with everyone else. She seemed to relax again as she talked about home and her family.

Her eyes shot to his at his offer. "You mean you would basically loan them the money to pay off their mortgage and you would then control the terms of the loan that you gave them?" She asked as she took another sip of her water. She wasn't sure she wanted to eat right now. "That one, you'd have to talk to my parents about. I help make the payments but it's still their loan, Mr. Lee." Her mind went through all the possibilities of his offer.
 
"I already asked them," Barton responded about having to make the arrangements with her parents. He smiled at the expression that began to fill her face. "Not me myself. But, one of my people. This morning." He sipped at his wine, then continued, "He presented it as part of an Executive benefit package. Your father with become a Shift Supervisor. That means a raise ... significant raise. Full benefits of course. Pension. The whole thing."

He hesitated as another pair of acquaintances passed, exchanging greetings. He continued, "Your parents don't know anything about what happened between you and I last night. And they never will. Not from me."
 
Lily looked shocked and just stared at him for a moment. "So you gave my father a raise and offered to help with the house. Next thing I know, you're going to tell me that you found someone to work at Max's for me so I don't have to worry about it and I'm all yours." She said. Her tone getting a bit snippy at the end. She felt like he just took away her main objective at home right now. Taking care of her parents. She supposed that in some way, she had because now they were going to be well taken care of.

Going through dinner, Lily didn't eat anything. She was far to nervous and upset to manage to keep food down but she did end up asking the waiter nervously if she could have chocolate ice cream when he came around for dessert. After having finished a small bowl of chocolate ice cream and having slight conversation with Barton, she was done. She leaned back and looked at him.
 
After she expressed her contempt -- or at the least displeasure -- with how he had so insinuated himself into her life, Barton responded with a tone that hinted at his own displeasure for her lack of gratitude, "I am sorry, Lily, if you are unhappy with the assistance that I have given you and your family. If I had known you'd be so disappointed, perhaps I wouldn't have bothered. But ... it's done."

The conversation all but died, with only a few exchanges occurring between them about things of no consequence. When Lily finished her dessert and sat back to stare at Barton, he studied her as well before reassuring her, "Lily, if you want nothing more from me ... if you want to give nothing more to me ... I am fine with that. The job is yours. The free education that comes with it as a benefit ... that, too, is yours. The refinancing ... done ... with no ... what should we call it ... personal payment from you necessary. Right now, right here ... you and I are square. Did I say that right?"

He sipped at his wine, then continued, "You owe me nothing. I mean that." He looked toward the exit, then back to her. "You can stand right now ... walk out that door. My driver will take you to the airport, or -- if you prefer -- he'll drive you to Hanson's Turn. You can forget all about me and my inappropriate way of ... interacting with women in whom I have a sincere interest."

He paused, giving her the opportunity to make her decision and react. If she decided to split, he'd let her. His driver would do just as Barton had said, and Barton himself would let Lily go. He'd never forget her, but he would forget the plans he had for her. If, however, she decided to stay, then he'd conclude their lunch, escort her to waiting car, and continue with his self serving, self satisfying manipulation of the country girl.
 
Lily looked around before looking back at Barton. "Mr. Lee, I appreciate all you have done for me and my family. I'm sorry that I didn't show better gratitude however I think it is best we part ways. I just need to go back to the hotel and get my things. Then your driver can take me back to Hanson's Turn. I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted Mr. Lee but it has become clear to me that you have all the hot females you want." Lily couldn't figure out how she was able to turn down Barton but she figured it was best.

Her heart raced as she stood and watched as he stood as well. Barton asked the waiter to have his car brought around and then kissed Lily on the cheek. She left the club and went out to the waiting car. It took her to the hotel where she went upstairs and packed her bag quickly. She smiled slightly as she held Billy's windbreaker. She carried it down with her and asked if Billy was in yet. After being told that he wasn't, she left the windbreaker with another bellhop and a promise that he would get it back to Billy. She took her bag and went back out to the car. Sitting in the back, the car pulled out and headed towards Hanson's Turn. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Billy. Billy, I left your windbreaker with one of your coworkers. I'm going back to Hanson's Turn but I hope that we can keep talking. Thanks for everything. - Lily Then she just sat back and looked out the window.
 
Barton was, of course, disappointed in Lily's choice, but he hid the emotion well. He wished her a bright future, reassured her again that she and her family would have all he'd promised her, kissed her politely on the cheek, and sent her on her way. As he watched her leave, Barton considered what she'd said about his having all the hot females he wanted. That had been true, up until now. Now, he didn't have Lily. And that wasn't going to sit well with him for long. He'd have her again, whether she wanted it or not.



Billy had turned his cell off for a class and subsequently forgot to turn it back on until halfway through his shift when he himself needed to send a message. Once it powered up, it pinged with her communication, causing Billy to grimace and groan, knowing it was too late to try to catch her before she left town. He sent her a reply, apologizing for its tardiness and telling her I would love to see you again if we can arrange it.

He didn't say anything more for fear of sounding like either a stalker or a love sick puppy. Billy had really liked Lily. Even more than that, he'd wanted to fuck her, the party girl whose pussy she'd eaten out ... hell, Billy would have let that Mister Lee pummel his ass if that was what it took to have an adventure like Lily had enjoyed. Or suffered through...? Billy wondered. He could still recall the conflict in Lily's tone as she'd described that night. And he could still recall how he'd been confused about why Lily would be conflicted about having a threesome. Hell, Billy had dreamed of such things for so long, and the first time he meets a girl who's had one, she wasn't certain whether or not she liked it?

When he got off shift that night, Billy jumped on the internet and researched Hanson's Turn. He was desperate for something -- anything! -- to use to continue his conversations with Lily and, hopefully, serve as a reason to see her. She was older than he and more experienced in life -- and obviously in her sex life -- and he so badly wanted to see if there was any possibility of becoming part of that experience.

I see there's a horse show in Hanson's Turn weekend after next, he texted her the next morning at a more reasonable hour. He lied out his ass continuing, I love horses. If I came out, would you like to go with me?
 
Lily was already working when he phone chimed and it sounded like an old school bell. Smiling, she picked it up and read the text message from Billy. Yeah! Come on down. I was going to the show already but I'd love to go with you. She replied and hit send before getting back to work.

Over the next two weeks, Lily settled in to her new job and started looking into some other college courses. She often thought of Barton though and felt guilty that she had left. He had done so much for her and honestly, that night in the club had been fun. Even though it only happened that way because of the drug, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. She had picked up her phone numerous times to text Barton but never sent any of them. She did however text Billy at least once a day, even just to see how things were going.

On the day of the horse show, Lily woke up and after showering and getting dressed, she sent Billy another text. What time are you set to get into town? I'll come and get you. Then we can go to the show. After the show, I'd love to show you around town. Hitting send, she smiled.
 
"You're going where?"

Billy looked up from his phone -- halfway through writing his reply to Lily -- to the other bellhop on duty with him. "Hanson's Turn. It's west of here, out by Carpenterville. You've been there, Jimmy."

With a laugh, Jimmy said, "I don't think so! I would remember a place called Carpentersville ... or Harold's Turn."

"Carpent-er-ville, no 's'," Billy laughed. "And Hanson's Turn. It where you all went camping that one weekend."

"That drunk weekend?" Jimmy asked, laughing. "Hell, I don't remember who I went with, let alone where we went."

After a moment, Jimmy continued, "You're an idiot. You're going all the way out to Bumfuck Egypt to get laid by some country girl. Probably got a Sasquatch muff between her legs. Have they even heard of waxing ... you know, 'cept for making their own candles?"

Billy laughed as the elevator doors opened. "You're a pig."

"What the fuck's wrong with the women here in the City?" Jimmy continued as they exited the elevator and pushed their carts down the hall. "You got a million people in the City, half of whom are female ... half of those are single ... half of those are within the acceptable age range ... half of those are do-able ... and half of those -- after factoring out the ones who like to eat pussy rather than suck cock -- might find you doable, too. Do you know how many women that is...?"

Billy looked to Jimmy when the man didn't give him an answer, only to fin the man's lips moving as he did the math in his head.. Finally, as they reached the guest's door, Jimmy gave his answer. "A fucking lot, that's how many."

"I'm not going out there to get laid," Billy tried to convince Jimmy. "It's more than that. She's more than that."

"What was her name again ... Dixie ... Peggy Sue?" After Billy again laughed and reminded him that the name was Lily, Jimmy asked, "But you will if you have the chance ... get laid, I mean."

It was more a statement than a question. And while Billy's response would have been Oh yeah, he didn't get a chance to make it as the guest opened the hotel room door and began ranting about how long it had taken the two men to bring up her dozens of suitcases and other bags.

When they finished and left -- with their entirely insufficient gratuity -- Billy returned to thinking about Lily as Jimmy continued talking about the differences between city and country girls, some real and others only imagined. Billy ignored his friend for the most part: hell, Jimmy didn't even know any real country girls first, and second he was gay as fuck so what would he know about girls -- city or country -- except that he probably spent more money on waxing his own groin than they did.

Yes, Billy would love to have sex with Lily if the opportunity arose, but this trip to Hanson's turn was about much more than getting laid. He and Lily had been trading text messages for two weeks now, sometimes morning and night. And even though he'd spent less than an hour with her face to face half a month ago, he was entirely infatuated with Lily and -- knock on wood -- hoping that she was with him as well. He'd fantasized that they were going to become girlfriend-boyfriend ... lovers ... perhaps even live with one another, either here in the city or out there in the country, maybe at Hanson's Turn.

Oh sure, it was jumping the gun. Hell, he hadn't even kissed her yet, and Billy was already thinking about a long term relationship...? Really? But there was just something about Lily that affected Billy in ways that no other woman had. He hoped that it wasn't his carnal lust being entirely unable to forget what she had said about her night with Barton and ... what ever that chick's name was. He was desperate for his feelings not to be based solely upon wanting to do kinky things with the erotic beauty from the boondocks; and yet, at the same time, he wanted to do kinky things with the erotic beauty from the boondocks. It was all so confusing.



When he stepped off the bus in Hanson's Turn, Lily was right there waiting for him, just as she'd said she would be. He smiled broadly and waved from the last step before his feet his the cracking concrete of the ancient sidewalk. If he'd looked about himself, he would have seen the dire state of affairs in the little town, with its crumbling infrastructure and shuttered businesses. But Billy's attention was fully on Lily as he walked up to her, dropped his bag on the ground near her feet, took her into his arms, and kissed her full on the lips--

He backed away suddenly, eyes as big as silver dollars as he explained quickly, "Sorry! I ... I didn't mean...!" His face was as red as the sun as he realized that he had, in real life, done what he'd been fantasizing doing for more days than could be counted on both hands. "I'm so sorry, Lily, I just..."

He couldn't say more. He laughed, embarrassed ... remembering that some of his many fantasies continued with such things as him walking her to her car and fucking her from behind over the trunk of the vehicle...
 
Lily smiled as Billy stepped off the bus. She was happy to see him and had been looking forward to this show even more after he said he was coming. She realized that she forgot to mention to Billy that she was riding in the show for one demo but figured he'd be fine with it. Her button down shirt was tucked into her jeans and then she had her cowboy boots on.

Her happiness turned to surprise as Billy kissed her. She hadn't been expecting that at all but he was a good kisser. Listening to him apologize and laugh, she looked at him before putting her arms around his neck and kissing him again. Breaking the kiss, she smiled sweetly at him. "No need to apologize Billy. It was nice. Welcome to Hanson's Turn. I hope you have a good time at the horse show and as a special treat, you'll get to see me ride too." Lily looked up at Billy as she spoke, her arms still around his neck.
 
Billy was shocked -- happily so, if course -- when Lily kissed his back. The feel of her lips upon his and if her body against his caused his cock to instantly begin hardening. When she didn’t immediately release her hug around his neck, Billy inconspicuously pulled his groin back from her to hide the erection that threatened to reveal itself.



It was one of the best days he’d had in years … in his entire life, actually. Lily showed him around the fairgrounds, introduced him to people she’d known all her life, and had reserved her laughter when it took him forever to win a giant stuffed bear throwing soft balls through a moving hoop.

“I really was a pitcher in high school,” he vowed several times as he continued pulling out and setting down dollar bills until he’d spent nearly all of last night’s tips. When he finally won it, he laughed, “My coach would be embarrassed.”

They lugged the big bear around to food and gift stalls for an hour before Lily found someone she knew at the barns to keep watch over it, and she then took him to the corrals. He listened with great interest to the country girl as she talked about stuff he’d been pretending to know about for weeks as an excuse to come see her. It was amazing being with Lily here, very much in her own element. It only cemented her yearning to spend more time with her … and those tight jeans fitting her shapely ass didn’t hurt either.
 
As Lily spoke about the horses, she reached over and took his hand. She checked the time before informing Billy that they had to head over to the stables. As they walked, she enjoyed the feeling of his hand in hers. Getting to the stables, she led Billy over to a horse. She let go of Billy's hand and ran her hand up the horses nose and back down as she pet him. "This is Phoenix Rising. We just call him Phoenix for short." As she spoke, she opened the stall door and as Phoenix took a step closer to them, she saw Billy step back. "It's okay, he's gentle. I have to get him ready. I'll be riding soon. Do you want to sit in the stands by everyone else or you can sit at the rail." She offered as she saddled Phoenix up. He surprised her by agreeing to sit at the rail.

Lily realized not long as she had started talking about horses, that Billy didn't really know much at all. It was onky confirmed when he stepped away from Phoenix. She didn't have the heart to embarrass him by calling him out on it so she just stayed quiet about it. Secretly she hoped he would confess but only time would tell. Just as she finished getting Phoenix ready, a female with red hair came in. "Lily, your up next. Come on out." Lily turned and smiled bright at the girl. "Paige, meet Billy. I met him in the city. Can you show him where he can go on the rail to watch me ride?" Lily put her riding helmet on and strapped it before looking at Billy and then kissing him again, this time a little deeper, before breaking it and swinging up on Phoenix.

Paige laughed as she looked between Billy and Lily. "So this is the one who took you to the diner? He is cute. Come on Billy, you get to watch your girl from the best spot." She said as she took Billy's arm and lead him out to the arena. There were jumps set up and Paige brought him right up the the edge of the area. Moments later, Lily rode out and at the sound of a buzzer, she went through the course with Phoenix. They sailed over jump after jump and when she finished, she circled and blew a kiss to Billy. The crowd applauded and she left the arena again. She went back to the stables and started to unsaddle Phoenix and brush him down.

Paige looked at Billy after Lily left and smiled. "So, what did ya think? She's good isn't she? Let's head on back...unless you want to stay here."
 
Billy was having the greatest day ever ... until the horses.

The beasts were so big: stunningly beautiful, but big. The show included every imaginable type of horse, from minis and Sheltons to quarter horses and Clydesdales. Billy was ever watchful of his feet -- even around the little guys -- just certain that one was going to step on him and break some of the smallest and most fragile bones in the human body.

He tried to keep up his front of having already had an interest in horses and horse shows; and he did relax a bit as time went forward, to the point that he was able to pet the horses and even feed on a carrot from the flat of his hand, all the time wondering how many fingers he was going to leave with today. But despite his evolving confidence with the animals, it was pretty obvious after a while that Lily wasn't buying his tale of having already had horse experience. Yet, she didn't confront him about it? Why not? Was she uncertain? Or was she just the sweetest girl in the world?

Lily introduced him to her own horse, Phoenix Rising, then a couple of minutes later to Paige, another beautiful country girl who looked fantastic in tight fitting jeans and a button up shirt that occasionally gave a hint of the black lacy bra underneath, supporting a generous bosom. What the hell was it about the country side and the women it produced? Suddenly, all Billy could think about was finding a travel trailer, moving it into a rental space on the outskirts of Hanson's Turn, and buying cowboy boots.

After Lily's performance, Paige asked Billy what he thought of her. Without realizing the love sick puppy tone he used, Billy responded, "I think she's magnificent."

"Are you sticking around for tomorrow's Dressage show?" Paige asked.

Billy's eyebrows raised. "Dressage...?"

Paige explained what the horse event was, how it differed from Stadium Jumping, and -- while it was an exhibition and not a competition -- about how it still turned a big crowd.

"Especially from the city," she said, glancing about the crowd before looking back to Billy. "Probably three out of four of the people in the stands are from the City. The Rodeo, the Jumping, the Dressage ... Hanson's Turn is lucky enough to be close enough to the City to draw a crowd from there. Big economic boost." She smirked devilishly at Billy before adding, "All them women from the city wanting to come out here and check out the beau hunks in the roping competition. All those men wanting to stare at country girl asses in riding pants."

Billy blushed as he smiled and looked away.

Paige laughed loudly, playfully patting him on the chest. "Yeah, I noticed, Billy. But, you're allowed. And welcomed, I think. Lily really likes you. I think it's meant to be. Billy and Lily." Without actually striking up the tune that went with the words, Paige continued, "Billy and Lily, sitting in a tree." After Billy laughed, she continued, "Seriously, though. I think the two of you look good together. Despite the age gap. Are you even old enough to drink?"

Billy laughed again, answering only, "Yeah."

"You should stay ... for tomorrow's finish," Paige continued, turning him to rejoin Lily. "If you don't stick around to keep an eye on Lily's backside, who the hell knows who might do it instead."

As the two of them walked off to make the long circle around the stadium to meet Lily at the stalls, neither of them could have known that another man from the city had already renewed an earlier interest in Lily's ass. Barton had been standing just a few paces from Phoenix Rising's stall when Lily dismounted and caught sight of him. He smiled politely to her, but didn't move toward her, continuing instead to talk to the small group of people flanking him, which included Hanson's Turn's Mayor, the General Manager of the steel mill at which Lily's dad was now a supervisor, and the Coordinating Manager of the horse show.

What Lily couldn't have known -- aside from the fact that the man who had fucked her two weeks earlier would simply appear out of thin air -- was that Barton Lee Industries was now a major sponsor of the horse show. The recent paving of the old, decrepit parking lot had been paid for by the Lee corporation, something most in Hanson's Turn didn't know about because Barton hadn't insisted on all the attention that came through the traditional plastering of posters all about town and the fairgrounds like many sponsors did.

Although he didn't approach Lily, Barton didn't take his eyes from her once she'd taken notice of him. And when the others peeled off to go watch the next performer, he simply stood there to see how she would deal with the unexpected arrival of the man who had been balls deep in her drug-addled body two weeks earlier.
 
Lily dismounted and stopped in her tracks. Her breathing increased as her eyes meet Barton's. She looped Phoenix's reigns over the door of his stall and patted his neck before walking over to Barton. "Mr. Lee, I didn't expect to see you around here. What are you doing here?" She asked as she looked at him. She was nervous to have him back here. It had been 2 weeks since she walked out on him. Instinctually, her hands went behind her back and she didn't even realize what she was doing.

Her mind shifted to Billy. Things were going so well with him and she loved kissing him. What was he going to say with Barton here? What was Barton planning? She had so many things going through her head but she also realized that she became slightly aroused seeing Barton again.
 
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