The Driver and His Mistress - Part 1
This is a work of fiction. This work is intended for adult audiences only and contains explicit themes and sexual content. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you.
This was an incident I faced when working as the personal driver of my wealthy professor.
I was a college dropout, chased out of home by my step father who actually kind of hated me from the start. He just didn’t have the right reason to do so. My mother? Hah, let’s not talk about that hag. All she cares about are the zeros in her bank balance. All this time I had a slight respect towards her for carrying me in her belly for 10 months and going through the pains of labour. Which I still do have, but that’s all.
Hopefully I had a good friend who let me stay at his place till I found some sort of job to carry me on. He also offered me a job as a waiter so that I could earn my say without being labelled a free loader. But I was unsure whether I would get one. The place was a bar that opened at night
The great mage war was over just weeks ago but the aftermath left the whole kingdom in chaos. Our world was overflowing with this amazing thing called mana flowing through it which enabled imagery, also known as the use of mana to create spells. The great mage war took place mainly in the western continent. It was a small political strife between two small kingdoms that dragged in the surrounding kingdoms and ultimately the whole world at its peak. Fortunately ours, Asqenland, was not quite involved as we were on a different continent and separated by the massive western sea. But well one thing led to another and we ultimately got involved. Though now we are steadily gaining back stability. And it never thought this war was also somehow what led to the creation of this story of myself and her.
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A few years passed.It was one fateful day that I had to drive a drunk lady, whom my friend claimed to be a regular customer, home. Home would be an understatement because that thing was a god damn villa! It took me a long while to reach the building after passing the gate and the quite intimidating guards. The kind butler, after handing over his mistress to the maids, asked me to stay the night, and that he was very thankful for bringing his mistress back home safely.
The next day, when I was about to quietly leave. The elderly butler stopped me in my tracks and prompted me to a study room of sorts where I found the lady from last night hidden behind piles of books and paper. There was another man and a woman both busy with some paperwork, probably accounts of some sort. She most probably was the mistress of this house.
She didn’t notice him but kept on with her work. The elderly butler approached her, gently tapping her shoulder, whispered something to which she bobbed her head over the heap of books and paper looking my way, and stood up with a, “Oh!”.
As she approached me, I noticed that she wore a black mourning dress. Her face was more clear now than it was last night. She had short brown hair and amber eyes. The eyes, and the large portrait of the Duke Cindervault who had passed away a few days ago made me sweat profusely, as I realised where I was.
“Good morning to you. Uh um please excuse the mess here… my dad left us in lots of…… ahh anyway thank you so much for yesterday. I am sorry for causing you trouble sir.”
Even though she stammered, most probably due to stress, her speech had elegance bound into it. And she seemed to be surprisingly too polite for a noble lady.
“Please, there’s no need to apologise. It’s a pleasure to be of service, lady Aila Cindervault.“, I replied bowing respectfully.
The Cindervault family was one of the most influential and well known families in our kingdom. To think I slept in this mansion made the whole thing feel like a dream.
“I think stress got ahead of myself and- oh you know my name!”
“I’m sorry I didn’t realise earlier.”
“Now this is great isn’t it Sebastian?”
“Indeed miss. Saves us time.”, the old butler replied.
“Pardon?”,
I asked, confused
All this time the other two people in the room kept on scribbling and calculating.
“How old are you?”, Aila asked.
“28 ma’m”
“Oh, you’re the same age as my little sister, Opphilia.”
I got instant goosebumps at the mention of that name. Now the Cindervault family, throughout generations, was quite popular for its many contributions to the fields of science and technology. But this young lady’s invention back when she was just 26 had led to a whole world’s shock and ultimately resulted in the great mage war’s end.
“Mr…. What’s your name?”
Lost in my thoughts I suddenly got startled by lady Aila’s voice.
“It’s Allan, my lady. Allan Clifford.”
“So you don’t have a proper job do you. After dropping out of college?”
I gulped, how did she know that? It was the first time we had even spoken. I had a bad feeling about this.
“H-ho-”
“Alright Allan. How about I hire you as my personal driver!”Aila said in a voice that sounded very confident.
Unable to process what I just heard, I defaulted to a loud;
“Eh?”
It was later that I was told by my friend, he had set this up with the lady Aisha who was a regular customer at their bar. Apparently even though she looked very modest and demure she happened to be a heavy drinker than most men there. It was also revealed later that the ride home was a test of sorts but I didn’t quite get what the test was. I clearly remember the lay fast sleep snoring, which was quite unlady-like.
There weren’t many that could drive automobiles, and not many that could afford one. I was very thankful for myself selecting the new mechanical stream at college even though I got heavily criticised by that person called my step dad. Hah now look at that, you co*** old man!I was to stay at the Cindervault mansion as my service would be required quite often. Unaware of what the future had in store for me I started my new job as Lady Aila’s Driver.
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Two months had passed, and I suddenly found myself caught in a situation that never should have happened in the first place.
It was spring. The car was parked in the heavy shadows of a remote alleyway. I stayed rooted to the driver’s seat, sweating profusely, my heart hammering against my ribs so violently I thought it might tear loose.
A pair of slender arms slipped over my shoulders, wrapping tightly around me from behind. Soft hands began to map the lines of my chest, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, an agonizingly thorough exploration. I could feel my entire body reacting to the heat of her, her touch practically pinning me to the seat as her palms smoothed over me. Then, agonizingly slowly, her hands began to drift lower, tracing the tense muscles of my stomach.
I flicked my gaze up to the rearview mirror. The short-haired woman holding me captive stared right back. Her cheeks were deeply flushed, her lips parted just inches from my ear, and her bright, amber eyes looked ready to consume me whole.
