69- I mean... Thank You

He stops at the door to look at me. “Do you know how to play golf?” he asks.
“Uh, no but uh, I can do everything else.” My mind goes blank at the utterance. I can do everything else? What does that even mean?
“Everything else like what?”
“I can uh… uh, I c-can get your drinks or uh… help carry the bags. The golfing bag I mean.” He stares at me.
I squirm like a worm under his piercing gaze. “Can you at least drive the golf cart?” he asks.
This is not a question to ponder on as I can see that he is already getting impatient. “Yes sir! I can! Most definitely.”
“Alright. Come along then.”
At his words, my spirit nearly leaps out of my body. “Yes! I mean… thank you.” He continues on his way out.
I do a quick, little girly swirl before going after him.


‘D istraction’ is an understatement for what Blair Tatum is in a caddy’s attire.
I truly didn’t expect her to change into the outfit since this is still a business meeting regardless of the location. But on a positive note, Sasha Vasiliev took one good look at her and lit up like a bulb.
Therefore, before I had the chance to inform her that she didn’t have to be too friendly to the older man, she took it upon herself to indulge him as much as he desired. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and neither could I for that matter, except of course when she is looking in my direction.
We have an official caddy assigned to us, but she insisted on driving us herself.
Her skills with the cart are jerky and bumpy at best, but not much else can be fully noticed with how short her plaid skirt is. It just barely rests above her ass. The creamy length of her legs, disappearing underneath the material to converge at a place I am no stranger to is more than enough to set my blood boiling. The skirt is complemented with a tight white shirt that hugs the fullness of her breasts, and on her head sits a white baseball hat.
“So, Miss Tatum, how long have you been working for Mr. Abbott here?” “About two weeks,” she replies with a dazzling smile.
I pause at the smile that I do not think I have seen on her before. It is sweet and bright and against my better judgement, pulls at something in my chest. I almost can’t look away.
It sure brings to mind what Allen said about her being a goofball. So is this a confirmation then? I wonder. That she is full of light but then when it comes to me, she becomes withdrawn and somewhat timid?
“Do you enjoy working over there?” Mr. Vasiliev asks her. “How does the highly acclaimed Mr. Abbott treat his staff?”

She glances back at me, and then slightly purses her lips at the older man. “My title is the executive assistant, sir, but I’m sure we can all see exactly what that entails, seeing as I’m the caddy for the afternoon.”
He throws back his head to release a booming laugh, while I on the other hand can’t think up a response.
So, I just rest my gaze on her but she seems too shy to look at me.
Soon, we arrive at Sasha’s putt, a tricky, downhill 20-footer. We both stand to the side as he readies himself for the hit but I can see already that he is going to miss the hole. True enough, he swings the club and it breaks about four inches to his right. The ball rolls right past the hole and stays out.
“Fuck me!” he curses.
Blair sends me a worried look.
I hold her gaze for as long as she has the guts to do the same, unmoved and relaxed. “I’m missing some good luck today aren’t I?” He laughs.
Blair sends a sweet smile over to him.
It makes him stop and myself too, for that matter.
The short, balding older man just stares at her. “Thankfully, these are the only times when I sometimes have trouble getting my stick to fill up a hole.”
At the comment, shock instantly flashes across her face.
I move my gaze from her to meet the slimy grin on his and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from swinging my club at his head.
“You’ve been doing quite well, sir,” she replies. “There’s just four more holes to go and I’m sure you’ll certainly win.”
“Hey! You can’t say that in front of your boss. He has ten thousand dollars riding on this game.” “I believe in you, sir,” she says.
He turns to me with unconstrained delight. “Abbott, you just might have the greatest secretary of all time.” Then his gaze roves down her body. “And they most definitely do not come like this anymore. All curvy and lively, and willing.”
Blair excuses herself to go over to our assigned caddy.

I can overhear that she is speaking to him about replenishing our refreshments. Her phone suddenly falls from her hand so she lowers to retrieve it and as she does, neither myself nor Sasha can look away from the jut of her ass against the material.
At first, I didn’t think much about this outfit but now, I’m strung between ordering her away to change, or finding somewhere secluded so I can fuck her brains out.
I’m slowly losing control of my mind and this is a problem given the nature of this meeting. I return my attention to Sasha but he too, doesn’t seem to be in the mood for discussing business either. I resolve to bring all of this to an end as quickly as possible.
“If you hire them like this at your office Abbott, then I’m ready to sign everything to you right now, just so that I can pay visits to check up on my investment.” He winks at me.
I nod in response.
He then slaps me across the arm with a grating laugh. I can’t help but to glare at him.
“You don’t talk much do you young man?”
“I don’t,” I reply and walk ahead with my club to attempt my putt on the green. My strike pushes the ball right into the hole and as a result, I hear a little clap from her. To preserve my sanity, I ignore it and continue on my way.
Half an hour later, we’re at the last hole and the scores clearly indicate that I am in the lead.
Given that I’m here to discuss a very important business collaboration, it wouldn’t be wise to let the man lose so outrightly. But at the same time it wouldn’t help his ego either for me to pretend to fall back, just so he can win. So I turn to him and say, “I’m going to win this one. So how about we double the initially agreed pot, so that when we have a rematch, you’ll be extra motivated to win your money back?”
He regards me coolly. Then the light changes in his eyes and he bursts out into laughter. “You’re not even going to try to lose so that you can get my business?”