"Do you know that your daughter turned 18 last month?" The big guy, Tom asked as he played with her hair.
"Step daughter." Miranda corrected, slapping his hand away as she continued. "And, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to throw a birthday party for her?"
"Unfortunately, it has everything to do with you, my little vixen." Tom poked her head and began to explain. "From what we knew so far, your late husband's will states that— as that girl's guardian, you will receive 30k every month from the trust fund for your living expenses. But that is only as long as you not remarry."
"That dead bastard only saw me as his bitchy brat's nanny till the end." Miranda grumbled bitterly.
"But I've been informed the will had another clause which was to be revealed only after the girl's 18th birthday." Tom turned around and gestured her to follow him as he walked into a room. "Once his daughter turns 18, his investment portfolio will be turned over to her and she would have full and sole access to her inheritance."
"As for you..." He sat down in a chair behind a large desk and put his feet up, exposing his balls. "The house you are currently living in will be transferred to you. But your monthly alimony will be reduced to 5k a month. That is until you remarry, of course."
"What?" Miranda was shocked and screamed. "That wench gets all his money while I get 5k and an old trashy house in the suburbs? That mother fucking dead bastard!"
Tom leaned back in his chair and looked on in amusement as she hurled abuse at her late husband. "You know, his pathetic whiny ass never even looked at that brat properly because he always thought she is the cause of his precious wife's death. I was the one who did all the dirty work. Feeding her, changing her diapers, waking up in the middle of the night to take care of her."
"Well, you were hired as a nanny in the first place..." Tom mumbled under his breath.
"He completely ignored his daughter and cooped up in his room, crying for his dead wife all day." She let out a heavy groan and sat down in a chair nearby. "So he actually cares about his little slut, huh? What a fucking loser."
She then sat in still silence for a while as if she had lost all energy. After a long minute, she let out a weak chuckle as a cold glint flashed across her eyes.
"So, what happens if that little bitch" she muttered out loud as she turned to the giant man with a creepy smile. "You know... had an unexpected accident and-"
"Don't even think about it." Tom cut her off before she could even finish her sentence, squashing her nefarious idea. "If she dies, the inheritance will be donated to various charitable organisations."
"Aaargh. That fucking asshole." She clutched her head in her hands and cried in frustration. "What am I supposed to do now?"
She began pacing back and forth, mumbling something under her breath before snapping back at Tom. "You! You have to do something. Find a loophole like you did the last time. I can't live with just 5k, I'll starve and die."
Tom scoffed and rolled his eyes as Miranda came close and clung to him, pleading to help her.
"If anyone can find a way out of this, it's you. After all, the lawyer who wrote the will of that dead bastard was your father."
"I already checked, but there are no loopholes to be found." Tom simply shrugged his shoulders and replied. "My stubborn oldman truly outdid himself here. The wording is precise and the clauses are ironclad."
Then he turned to Miranda and licked his lips. "Besides, I have no obligation to help you. The only reason I helped you last time was because-"
"Yeah yeah, you have daddy issues and you wanted to get back at him for not allowing you to succeed him." Miranda quickly brushed past it. "You told me that story already."
"Yeah, and that was seven years ago. I'm more mature now." Tom spoke as though he was truly proud of himself for overcoming his grudge. "And he's dead so, I got over him and moved on with my life. You should do the same."
Miranda would've rolled her eyes at the absurdity but she was too desperate to give a reaction to that.
"No, please, you have to help me. I can't go back to living the middle class life again." She got on her knees and clung to him as if he was her last resort.
"Help me get her inheritance and I'll... I'll..." She stammered, trying to think of something to entice him with. But only one thing kept popping into her mind.
"You'll what?" Tom asked as he lowered his feet and turned to her, as he licked his lips in anticipation.
"I'll... sleep with you." She mumbled reluctantly.
"What? I couldn't hear you. Say that again." Tom leaned closer with a hand behind his ear and a sleazy grin on his face.
"You can fuck me, happy?"Miranda blurted out through gritted teeth.
"Oh my, how generous." Tom scoffed in disinterest and countered with his own offer. "But I'm afraid that's not enough. I have the weekend free, so if you be my cock slut for the next two days, I'll help you stay rich."
"Two days? Are you fucking kidding me?" She screamed in anger. "I have other plans, you bastard.
"I don't care, that's my offer. You either stay and be my fucktoy for a couple days, or leave and go enjoy your final vacation." He reiterated and looked at her with a smirk. "Because I doubt you'll ever get that chance again."
Miranda went quiet, contemplating her options. She knew she had no choice but to agree to his terms because he's the only one who could help her. But still, she hated being backed into a corner like that. And she hated being his slut even more.
She let out a heavy sigh and looked at the smug bastard, her eyes burning with suppressed rage. "Fine, l'll stay."
As soon as the words left her mouth, he dragged her into his hairy arms and sucked on her lips ravenously. Miranda tried to pull away but her efforts proved futile. She felt like a helpless little doll as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap.
His hand quickly slipped under her dress through the slit on the side and grabbed her butt. After a couple rough squeezes, he pushed a finger into the crevice.
"Mmffgrrhh!!" Miranda's eyes widened and she could only groan in discomfort as he forced his finger into her asshole.
With threads of saliva hanging between them, he broke the kiss and let her breathe before pulling the finger out.
"You're still as tight as ever, Mira. I assume you still don't like to take it in the back, huh?" Smiling at the distressed look on her face, he brought his finger upto his lips and licked it with relish.
Miranda just looked away in disgust and stopped struggling, seemingly accepting her fate.
Not at all bothered by her reaction, Tom swept a few strays hairs away from her face before grabbing the back of her head and turning her to face him.
"I have a lot planned for you, so let's start." He pushed her down to her knees and pulled his bathrobe aside, revealing his erect cock pointing right into her face.