Confessions of a Gold Digger

This gold digger, hanging all over some fat-cat exec, was telling me I'd be stuck as a security guard forever. Next thing I know, the exec slaps her right across the face in public, then turns to me, practically bowing, "Mr. Sterling, sir…" 1 There I was, sweating in my security uniform, standing guard at the entrance of the swankiest condo building in the city. My eyes drifted over to this woman not far off, totally stacked and poured into her dress. The sun was brutal, and she was dressed for it – or maybe undressed for it. Tight little tank dress, killer black stockings wrapping around those long legs… enough to make any guy walking by practically drool. Larry, the head guard, sidled up next to me, his eyes glued to her, making little clicking sounds with his tongue. "Hey, Jake," he nudged me, "See that knockout over there?" I squinted, nodded. "You know her, Larry? She one of the residents?" Larry scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Resident? Nah. Just some rich guy's plaything, kept stashed away here." "Name's Chloe," he went on, lowering his voice like he was sharing some big secret. "Only moved in three months ago. Got guys coming and going all hours, all looking like overstuffed sausages. Looks like she's been passed around, if you ask me." Even as he was bad-mouthing her, Larry couldn't take his eyes off her curves. He gave me a sideways glance. "You're new, kid, so listen up. Don't say I didn't warn you. Girls like that? They only get wet for cash. You might be decent looking, young buck like you, but without the green…, you're invisible." With that, he turned and stomped off, clearly still sore about getting shot down by her himself at some point. I just smirked a little and kept my post under the blazing sun. Didn't bother explaining. Yeah, my name's Jake. Jake Sterling. Just started this security gig. But I'm also the heir to the Sterling fortune, fresh back from college overseas. My old man runs the biggest real estate development company around. He's old-school, strict, never cracked a smile my way my entire life. Always breathing down my neck. Got so bad, junior year of high school, I bolted for a university abroad, just to get away from him. College was a blur – parties, easy money, women flocking around. Good times. But last month, I came back. And the old man? Still couldn't stand my 'lazy attitude.' So, he pulls some strings, basically forces me into this uniform, and makes me stand guard at the entrance of his own damn building. Calls it 'building character.' Right. It's not like I couldn't fight him on it. But he's getting older, and I'm not that rebellious kid anymore. Don't want to give him a heart attack. So, fine. I'll play security guard at my own damn property. The sun was relentless. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping down, blurring my vision. I started to lift a hand to wipe it away, but suddenly, I felt something cool and soft on my skin. Like a small, gentle hand had just brushed the sweat off my brow. Startled, I blinked my eyes open. Standing right in front of me, close enough to touch, was that drop-dead gorgeous woman. Chloe. The one Larry was just trashing. She was right here. 2 A soft, feminine scent drifted towards me. Her delicate fingers were slightly damp – yeah, she'd definitely just wiped my forehead. We'd never even spoken before. Why would she do that? Was she… hitting on me? The thought had barely crossed my mind when Chloe smiled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. She gave me this look, like we were old friends, her eyes doing this slow-burn thing. "Hey there, handsome." Her voice was like velvet, smooth and low. That tight dress barely contained her curves, and those eyes… yeah, they could melt steel. Okay, maybe Larry wasn't wrong about the 'man-eater' vibe. Even for me, having seen my share of beautiful women, she was exceptional. A real head-turner. My mind started racing, but I managed to take half a step back, keeping it professional. "Hello, ma'am. I'm the new security guard here. Uh… thanks for the… wipe." "Security guard?" The flirty warmth in her eyes vanished the second the words left my mouth. She looked me up and down, her gaze landing on the cheap polyester uniform. Her face instantly soured. "Huh. From your attitude, I thought you were some rich kid slumming it for fun. Just a guard? What's with the act?" Her switch flipped faster than a light. She wiped her fingers on her dress like she'd touched something unclean, then shot me a dismissive look, a sneer playing on her lips. "Young guy like you working security? Guess you got no education, no ambition. This is probably it for you, huh? Peaked already." Her words stung. Even if I was just playing guard for my dad's weird character test, nobody talks to me like that. My own temper flared. I instinctively took a step forward, maybe intending to just make her move, but I jostled her. "Miss, you're interfering with my duties. Please step aside!" But maybe I pushed a little harder than I meant to. My hand slid forward and brushed against… well, against her chest. Soft, yet firm beneath the thin fabric. I froze for a split second— "Ah!" Chloe let out a little gasp, her body seeming to go soft for a moment. She stumbled back, and yeah… things definitely bounced. "You pervert!" she hissed, her eyes flashing. "What do you think you're touching?!" 3 She gasped, cheeks flushed, a becoming mix of outrage and… something else? Maybe embarrassment? Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing quick. Honestly, for someone calling me a pervert, she didn't look entirely horrified. Was there a flicker of… thrill in her eyes? My mind flashed back to what Larry said – all those fat cats coming and going. Guys like that probably couldn't keep up with a woman firing on all cylinders like Chloe. She looked young, vibrant… maybe she craved someone with a bit more energy. Someone like me. A smirk played on my lips, but I quickly schooled my features and pulled my hand back like a perfect gentleman. It was broad daylight, after all. The last thing I needed was her causing a scene, crying assault, and word getting back to my old man. That would ruin this whole 'character building' exercise real fast. Her blush deepened, maybe shifting from shock to pure anger now. She glared, her eyes locking onto the 'Jake' on my name tag. "You creep! You total jerk! Jake, is it? I see your name. You just wait. I'll make life hell for you, little security guard!" She shot me one last withering look, then spun on her high heel and stalked towards the building entrance. The way that tight skirt clung to her hips as she moved, those long legs in the sheer black stockings… damn. It was like watching a snake charmer work her magic. I raised an eyebrow, watching her go. Her threat? Didn't faze me. My eyes were glued to that retreating figure. A total knockout, even when she was pissed. Little did I know then, Chloe's version of 'making life hell' would involve a whole different kind of… intense interaction. Something involving tangled sheets and breathless moans… Suddenly, a familiar, sweet voice called out from behind me. "Jake!" 4 Across the street, a pretty girl in denim shorts was waving energetically. It was Lily. My girlfriend. Of, like, three weeks. "Jake! I heard you were working over here today, so I brought you lunch!" Lily jogged across the street, beaming, holding out a still-warm lunch container. "I made enough for both of us!" she announced proudly. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips naturally red, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. You'd think I was a returning war hero, not just some guy standing guard in a cheap uniform. And yeah, Lily definitely had a serious case of hero-worship for me. The night I flew back into the country, turns out Lily landed around the same time. We were both waiting in the taxi line at the airport when some lowlife tried to snatch her phone right out of her hand. Instinct kicked in – I tripped the guy, sent him sprawling, and got her phone back. Quick and clean. Ever since that night, she's kinda latched onto me. Got my number, found out where I was staying (the crappy rental my dad set me up with), and started showing up. Bringing food, offering to do laundry… even made some flirty jokes about 'repaying her savior' however she could. Look, I've been around. I know when a girl's interested. She was practically throwing herself at me. So, I figured, why not? Asked her out. And honestly? Dating someone so young, so… fresh… it was different. Kind of sweet, in a way. I glanced at my watch. Lunch break. Larry, the head guard, was predictably MIA, probably hiding from the heat in the main office AC. The entrance area was pretty dead right now. Impulsively, I wrapped an arm around Lily's waist and pulled her into the small, empty guard shack behind the main gate. She giggled, surprised. Turns out, she's actually a decent cook. We sat on the small bench inside and quickly polished off the food she brought. It was stuffy as hell in the shack. The ancient window AC unit rattled but barely cooled the air. Lily had complained about the heat earlier and ditched the light cardigan she was wearing. Now, she was just in this little V-neck tank top and shorts that barely reached the top of her thighs, showing off smooth, pale skin. From my angle, I could see a bead of sweat slowly trickle down into the valley between her breasts. The whole effect was… deceptively innocent, yet incredibly tempting. Damn. Felt that familiar stir down low. Lily didn't seem to notice my gaze. She half-lay back on the narrow cot tucked in the corner of the shack, biting her lower lip as she looked up at me, her eyes wide and needy. "Jake… it's been like, a whole week since we… you know…" Her unfinished sentence hung in the hot, still air. No ambiguity there. I was her first boyfriend. First everything, actually. But this whole undercover guard gig had me stressed and preoccupied. I hadn't exactly been… attentive lately. The thought just fanned the flames rising inside me. She reached out a small hand, tugging me towards the cot. Her smooth, bare legs wrapped lightly around my waist, pulling me closer. The message couldn't be clearer. We'd pulled the blinds down earlier when we were eating. Now, it was just the two of us in this tiny, hot, enclosed space. The faint, sweet scent of her skin filled the air. Usually, that smell alone was enough to drive me crazy. But right now… weirdly, distractingly… an image of Chloe flashed in my mind. Her killer curves, that smoldering, challenging gaze… Lily was like a sweet, ripe peach. Chloe… she was a different animal altogether. A vixen. A man-eater. There's a sophisticated heat, a dangerous edge to a woman like Chloe that an innocent girl like Lily just couldn't match. Feeling restless, I shook my head mentally, trying to clear the image. I leaned down towards Lily, my hands finding familiar, soft territory… "Jake!" she gasped softly, her face flushing a deep pink. A few strands of hair clung damply to her forehead. Innocent and wanton, all at the same time. Got to admit, the semi-forbidden nature of fooling around here, in the guard shack… it added a definite thrill. Soon, the only sounds in the tiny room were our soft sighs and the slick, intimate sounds of skin meeting skin. Some time later… how long, I couldn't say… things quieted down. Lily lay nestled against my chest, flushed and looking utterly content. She tilted her head back, gave me a quick, sweet kiss on the chin. "Jake… do you love me?" I squeezed her waist gently, deflecting. "I love making love to you," I murmured, tracing a finger along her collarbone. "Jerk!" She gave my arm a light, playful punch, then snuggled closer, her voice turning serious again. "But seriously… we've been together for almost a month now. You haven't even introduced me to your family." My hand stilled on her back. Crap. When I first got back, my old man, paranoid I'd bring my 'decadent foreign ways' back with me, stuck me in this bare-bones rental apartment across town. Said a security guard needs to live like one. So, as far as Lily knew, I was just some average Joe struggling to make ends meet. Should I tell her the truth? Who I really was? I mean, she gave me her… first time. She seemed completely devoted, bringing me lunch, worshipping the ground I walked on… Did she really not care if I was destined to be a security guard for the rest of my life? But still… something about Lily always felt a little… off. That first night we were together… she was surprisingly eager. Knew exactly what to do, what buttons to push. Almost too experienced for a supposed virgin. If it wasn't for the, uh, undeniable evidence on the sheets the next morning, I would have sworn she'd done this a hundred times before. That little seed of doubt, that ingrained rich-kid paranoia, made me hesitate. Better keep the secret a little longer. Just to be sure. I swung my legs off the cot and started pulling on my uniform shirt. Time to lie. "My folks? They live way out in the country," I said smoothly. "Not city people at all." "It's way too hot to make that trip right now," I added, buttoning up. "But later, when it cools down some, I'll definitely take you out there to meet them." Lily paused for just a fraction of a second, her gaze dropping. Then, just as quickly, she looked back up, beaming. "Okay! That sounds great! Whenever you're ready, Jake, I'm ready to go!" Watching her skip away a few minutes later, swinging the empty lunch container, a wave of guilt washed over me. There was something else I hadn't admitted, even to myself until now. While I was with Lily, just moments ago… my mind kept drifting back. Back to Chloe. Picturing her face, her body beneath me… Yeah. I'd basically used the image of the 'gold digger' neighbor to fuel my passion with my sweet, innocent girlfriend. It made me rougher, more intense than usual. Almost too much for Lily. That woman… Chloe… she was seriously dangerous. Getting under my skin without even trying. Whatever. I pushed the thought away. I'd tell Lily the truth soon. Get this whole charade over with. I had no idea, standing there sweating in the afternoon sun, that I was about to get a taste of Chloe herself – a taste far more intoxicating and complicated than I could ever imagine…