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No, maintaining plausible deniability was paramount here. More than that though, she had to admit—at least to herself—that there was the thrill of ‘conquest’ here, too. She’d learned long ago that men were simple creatures. Getting them to do a woman’s bidding was almost criminally easy, if a woman knew how they thought; what buttons to push, what aspects of the masculine personality were susceptible to… influence.
Tits, ass, and a flirty manner got a girl very, very far, both in a man’s world and in a man’s eyes.
It most definitely wasn’t just young, horny men her age either.
Uncle Max though… he was different. He wasn’t one to be manipulated. And no matter how she tried, she’d not—yet—been able to wrap him completely around her finger.
If her plans fell into place though, and the auction went off as she dearly hoped it would… that might be changing.
And soon.
“He said he’d… think about it.” Kelsey took a drag from her ice water. “But I’m still not a hundred percent sure he’s gonna go for it. Man’s damned stubborn!”
“All worthwhile men are,” Amber murmured, looking at her phone.
Northerner she might have been, but Amber was a fairly big believer in men being men, and women being women. Kelsey couldn’t have agreed more, which was a big factor in them becoming such close friends since they’d met.
It wasn’t so much that either one of them rejected feminism… quite. Rather, it was that they believed feminism gave them carte blanche to live—and fuck—exactly how they wanted to.
And what made sense—for the two of them at least—were men who still knew how to be men. Men who knew who they were, what they wanted, and most of all, knew how many women secretly longed to be treated.
Especially young, horny women with raging hormones, zero obligations, and judgment that wasn’t especially… circumspect.
The pretty redhead dumped her phone onto the couch next to her. “Seriously though. Have you ever, I mean… thought about it? What it would be like?”
“Thought about what?” Kelsey knew though.
“You know, an older guy.” Amber’s voice lowered. “Like… a lot older. Dude like your uncle Max’s age?”
Kelsey shrugged, hoping her face wasn’t showing a blush that matched the sudden heat in her cheeks.
“I don’t know. Older guys definitely know what they’re doing. Don’t get me wrong. I love young dudes, like closer to our age, too. They’re hot, way hot. But let’s be honest. A lot of them are two-pump chumps, or worse, the sum total of their sexual knowledge consists of shit they jerked off to on Pornhub every day of the week, and twice on Sunday. No, thanks.”
Amber laughed at that. “Too fucking true. Ugh!”
“Of course, I’ve thought about it. What girl hasn’t, if she’s honest? I don’t know about all the Daddy stuff… but yeah, an older guy—especially one who won’t take our shit? I’m not gonna lie and say I haven’t wondered.”
Her problem was the focus of those musings increasingly centered not on some anonymous older guy archetype she could polish the pearl to… but one very specific older guy.
One that was not exactly appropriate for her to be thinking of in such ways.
Still, it wasn’t like there was anything officially wrong with it.
Which was more than enough rationalization to keep hoping her plan might in fact have a chance of coming together.
There was no way she was giving up yet. If Uncle Max thought rebuffing her was going to be enough, she thought something quite different.
Seeing the pic of her panties—and the obviousness of what was under them—had flustered him. A lot. She knew him well enough to know when Max had been knocked off balance.
And she understood more than enough about the male of the species to know when he’d stopped being ruled by his mind, and started being ruled by his dick.
Uncle Max might have thought he was up against some silly girl here, but he was sorely mistaken.
If the plans she’d made finally fell into place… he was about to find that out.
Very soon.
