Wholesome County: Part Two

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Chapter Two: Prime Real Estate

Catarina was prime pussy. Tall, leggy, busty, dark hair, brown eyes; she was everything a fuck doll should be. However, despite how Bill Anders salivated over her, she was not his fuck doll. In only a few minutes of meeting with her at her new office, Bill was certain she was not a fuck doll at all. Not even for her oh-so-pretty hubby.

That could change—would change—Bill resolved as he showed her around the place with his outwardly amenable facade. She wasn't like these other backwater sluts. Catarina was a prize.

"I have contractors lined up to replace the drop ceiling," Bill said, gesturing toward the water-damaged tiles. "You'll be ready to open by next week."

Catarina frowned and ran a finger over the dusty reception desk, saying, "Well, you're as good as your word, Mr. Anders. Even though it was a rush job, your guys have put it together nicely."

Bill raised a hand to run it through his greasy ginger hair but caught himself in the nervous habit. A man like him didn't need to be nervous, not even around a hot thing like Catarina. Despite his overweight bearing and general slimy appearance, getting laid wasn't a problem for Bill.

It was not because of his family money (though that helped), and it was not because Bill was necessarily endowed or had a reputation as an excellent lover. Neither of those things were true. Bill's seemingly magical ability to pull pussy stemmed from the fact that it was, in reality, a bit of magic. Catarina would soon find out exactly how it worked, though like all of Bill's victims, she'd believe it was her idea.

"I keep them paid, and they always have work," Bill said, keeping his eyes on Catarina's, rather than her cleavage. "I'll even introduce you to some of the crews. You'll need them."

"That's… kind. Considering I'm the competition."

Bill held in a snort and flashed her a pleasant grin. "Well, this is America, right? Monopoly's supposed to be a game, not a reality. Besides, we own the majority of Wholesome County land anyway. No offense, but competition is a bit of a generous term."

"Of course."

"Though, I do hear you've got a bid in on a substantial portion of the new land the county's about to incorporate," Bill said.

"A very high bid," Catarina confirmed. "And you have your own."

Bill spread his hands. "What can I say? We like to keep it in the family. Don't worry. I see the good you're trying to do here, and the county needs someone like you. Women around here don't have a lot of options. If you can get them out of the streets and clubs, and turn them into small business owners, it's a benefit to everyone. Business owners lease land, after all."

Catarina leaned back against the reception desk, folding her arms under her tits. Bill looked. She didn't remark on his glance. The hot bitch was no doubt used to men checking out her jugs.

"Well, that's the idea," Catarina said. "Small towns are notorious for lack of upward mobility, and women are hit hardest. When your options are primarily farm work, dancing, or drugs, what kind of real future can you have?"

Bill chuckled, saying, "Hell, I'd say you should run for Mayor, but… you know. We like to keep that in the family, too."

"You have your eye on the seat?" Catarina asked. "Your dad already handed over most of his assets to you. He's getting up there. How long can your uncle reasonably hold onto the mayor's chair?"

"Me? Nah. No interest in politics. I'm a man of the land, out here working with the people," Bill said. "Uncle George may be older, but I wouldn't count him out. He surprises people."

"I've heard," Catarina said. "In fact, he hasn't had a challenger in over a decade."

Bill shrugged. "He's good at the job."

Catarina sighed, running her hand over the reception desk again. "Speaking of jobs, I'm still down a receptionist. Anybody local with talent?"

Bill rubbed his chin, feigning thoughtfulness. "I've got a cousin. Stephanie. She actually worked the desk at one of my places until I shut it down and moved operations to the bigger office on Main."

"Stephanie? I've got a neighbor named Stephanie."

"That's her," Bill said. "And she's the mayor's daughter. Can't hurt you to have some pull with the man at the top, right? And, of course, I'd consider it something of a personal favor."

Catarina frowned. "I don't know. I mean, I appreciate everything you've done getting me this space and renovating but… she seems a little ditsy. In all honesty, I also think she's got a thing for my husband. Women flirt with Henry. I get that. Men flirt with me, too. She's a bit over the top, though."

Bill laughed, saying, "You have to take a little bad with the good. She's harmless. Really. That girl's like a butterfly. She sets her sights on one flower and she's onto the next a minute later. It's the novelty. Henry's like a town legend. He's literally the poster for the high school stadium, over ten years after leaving town. Now that he's back… well, it's a little hero worship. Don't pay her any mind."

"I suppose I can give her a trial."

"She'll surprise you. Sure, she might seem like a bit of—" he caught himself before he called her a bimbo, "a little flighty. She knows how to handle potential clients, though. I'd have kept her on myself if I wasn't trying to avoid the appearance of nepotism."

"Appearance," Catarina said. "Of course."

Bill grinned. "Appearance."

"Alright. I'll have a talk with her," Catarina agreed. "If she's interested, I'll see how she does."

"I'll bring her in with me in the morning when we go over the plats. What do you say?"

"Alright. Tomorrow."

Bill put out his hand. Catarina took it.

"Here's to successful endeavors," he said.

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