Chrysalis

The Visitor

This part is from the point of view of a girl who visited Melissa and subsequently tried to avoid becoming another notch on her bedpost.

Another day in dullsville as the school holidays continued to roll on and I desperately needed some excitement in my bored little mind, I was about to head out and see my friends when I was stopped by my mother.

“Whats up?”

“How would you like to earn some extra money?”

“You always say the right things, what do you want me to do?”

“Not me, you know Melissa Jackson”

I rolled my eyes.

“How could I not her being your best friend in college and all”.

“Well she needs some help moving equipment from the bedroom in her home”

“Cant she get her butler to do it”

“Im sure she could but I owe her a favour and as I know your needing some cash then I suggested”.

“Cant hurt I suppose, when is she wanting this help done?”

“No time like the present”.

My mother knew that I had no plans and so I agreed to help out Melissa and go across to her place.

*

I watched as Julie left the house and picked up the phone to speak with Melissa.

“She is on her way”.

“OK thanks for that”.

“Please be gentle with her”.

“What do you take me for, the girl will have the time of her life”.

“Melissa…..”.

“Just remember you are doing this to reduce your debt”.

“I know, but I didn’t want this”.

“Nor did I but your never going to pay me back, at least this way I get to spend some time with your sexy daughter and you don’t have to worry about not finding the money, maybe after all this is over we can be friends again”.

“What do you mean, friends again?”

“Go out for drinks etc etc”.

“I would like that”.

“Well then, don’t fret about Julie……. I will give her the choice, she might not be tempted…..if not then I will still keep my side of the bargain”.

“For no cost?”

“Precisely because you know me and I will have the girl begging to have me take her”.

“She is my little girl”.

“And a bargaining chip which you have agreed to give to me”.

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I left the house and took a short cut through the woods to get to the big house on the prairie…

I could see it clearly, imposing and high on the horizon…..one single house with so much land and owned by an old friend of the family..

At last it honed into view and I walked to the gates, pushed them open and on down the hill to where I would find the conservatory.

My legs began to ache from the enforced exercise and it helped that Melissa was there to greet me.

I had to admit for a woman of her age she was in exceptionally great shape but I knew from the rumours that she was thought of as a MILF who most of the local boys wished to get with if they could now that her husband had passed on.

Their was also rumours of her infidelity to him and her interest in lesbian sex, especially with women who were half her age or younger….I chose to ignore such things as they didn’t interest me but I had heard the name Melissa Jackson being spoken about in the classroom and some of the words said about her were not too nice.

I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts due to the hot weather, if there was a lot of work to be done then I was suitably dressed for the occasion, as I approached the conservatory I saw Melissa turn around to look at me.

“Julie, its so lovely to see you”.

“Hello Mrs Jackson, my mum told me that you need some help moving furniture”.

“Please Julie, call me Melissa…..Mrs Jackson makes me sound so old and stuffy”.

“OK Melissa”.

She was dressed in a ballgown which looked totally out of place and I felt the urge to mention it.

“Are you staying dressed like that, Im sure you will be very hot moving things”.

She looked down at her dress.

“Yes I will be changing but first, lets go into the house”.

“I followed her through the conservatory, she stopped at the kitchen table”.

“Ive made some lemonade Julie would you care for a glass before we start?”

I nodded in the affirmative

“Would you be a dear and grab the jug from the fridge, I don’t want to get any spilled onto my dress”