Clear Skies Ahead, Prologue

Prologue: Five Years Later
Skylar Wayne

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On a sunny summer morning in Coral Sands, the lovely Skylar Wayne stirred awake to the feeling of a hand cupping her breast. She blinked her pretty green eyes sleepily, yawning as the hand gave her D cup breast a playful little squeeze. She chuckled, low and husky in the morning, then let out a little yelp of surprise as another hand slid over to cup her flat toned navel and yanked her back.

Muscular arms enveloped the luscious blonde’s body, and she felt a certain something poking her as she was pulled back into a muscular chest.

“Oh no, I am not a cuddler.” Skylar announced, elbowing the man attempting to do so. He released her and she scooted away, leaning back on her hands facing her would-be cuddler, her long tanned legs tucked beneath her.

At 23 years old, Skylar Wayne had blossomed into quite the woman. At 18, she’d already been queen of her school, minus a few argumentative outliers. She’d been stunningly pretty at the end of her teenage years, and had had far older men eyeing her up everywhere she went, which was attention Sky couldn’t lie and say she didn’t enjoy somewhat.

Five years later, she was sex on mile long legs, her skin a golden tan color which brought out the little freckles on her skin, the ones only visible when she had the summer tan she had currently. Her long golden blonde hair was a mess at the moment, but usually it was elegantly styled and falling well past her breasts. She’d developed quite the taste for tight dresses that accentuated her figure while also making her look tasteful and professional.

It was a fine line she walked with those dresses, one that her mother Sophia Wayne thought she didn’t walk as Sky thought she did. Skylar disagreed, of course.

With her leggy tanned body with its’ shapely curves and her perky ass that had yet to lose its’ teenaged cheerleader charm, despite the years since she was one, Skylar was hard to say no to. And that wasn’t even factoring in her ample D cup bosom. She wasn’t quite as busty as some of her friends were, especially her friends in Amethyst Shore, but she’d received not a single complaint about her boobs.

All of that together meant that Skylar Wayne mostly had her choice of companion in bed. She’d slept with older men, she’d slept with guys her age, and she’d slept with younger men, too. She wouldn’t call herself a slut, per se, but she certainly got around. It was hardly Skylar’s fault that horizontal exercise got her creativity flowing so well, and creativity was important for a CEO!

Well, she wasn’t the CEO of Wayne Incorporated just yet, but she was the CEO of her own company called Clear Skies Lingerie. CSL was her baby, an idea she’d put together while getting her business degree in Coral Sands. Thankfully, she’d avoided having any actual babies, something that was quite uncommon around these parts. Most women she knew who had had kids had them in college or, even worse, at the tail end of their senior year of high school.

Despite having lots and lots of incredible sex, Sky had yet to be knocked up, which she was grateful for. Had there been a few scares over the years? Well, yes, but surely everybody had that kind of thing happen. Her only baby was Clear Skies, which was good, because it ate up lots of her time.

“You’re cute when you’re focused.” said the man she’d just told off for being too cuddly. She rolled her pretty green eyes. Some men just did not get the message.

“Sorry, was I not clear? This was just a one night thing, don’t think you get to start calling me cute.” Skylar waggled a finger disapprovingly. “Oh, and you left your shirt on my couch. Don’t tear apart my apartment looking for it.”

“No round 2?” he asked in disappointment. Skylar rolled her eyes again. The boy was two years her junior, a classically handsome young man with a nice figure and a lot of confidence. She had thought that might have translated to excellence in the bedroom, but the boy… shit, what was his name again… whoever he was, he’d failed to impress. Decent sized cock, hadn’t felt too bad slamming in and out of her, but there was just no skill or technique to it.

“Not any time soon.” Skylar huffed, slipping out of bed, still fully nude. She felt his eyes on her as he pulled on his discarded boxers and shorts, and she didn’t mind his looking. Hell, she always rather enjoyed being ogled. With a body as sexy as hers, it would be a crime if she wasn’t getting ogled, she thought.

“Well…” the guy hesitated on the threshold of her bedroom.

“Oh, for- Just go.” Skylar sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand and flicking the other dismissively. Chastened, her nameless one-night-stand left and Skylar leaned against the wall, glancing idly out the slats of her blinds. Cars swept up and down the busy city streets, and she thought wistfully of the quiet beachfront small town she’d been born and raised in.

Coral Sands was big and exciting and full of freedom, but to her great disappointment, none of her friends had moved out here following college. She had, chasing popularity for her lingerie company, with decent success. She wasn’t blind to the fact that as a Wayne, heiress to one of the wealthiest empires in America, she had certain… advantages. Most new companies didn’t just get handed a warehouse their mother had laying about, nor did they have expert fashion designers who they could reach out to and pick up tips, tricks, and talent from.

However, despite the elevated platform she’d started at, Skylar had dragged her business kicking and screaming into the limelight. Now, Clear Skies was quite the name in Coral Sands, but damn it, she wanted more. One day within the next decade or so, her mother Sophia Wayne would step down as CEO of Wayne Incorporated, and Skylar would step up to take her mother’s place. It had been something she’d wanted since she was tiny, when her father Jonathan Wayne had still been alive.

She could hardly remember him, a fact that always hit her like a truck, but she clearly remembered a day he’d brought her and her twin brother Sam into Wayne Incorporated. Maybe it was take your kids to work day, maybe he’d just wanted to show off, she couldn’t remember the specifics that well. But she did remember sitting at her father’s desk and him telling her one day this would all her hers. She vaguely remembered him mentioning Sam’s name too, but Sam had been across the room with his face pressed to the fish tank.

Skylar, however, had been sitting in a chair that dwarfed her back then, imagining herself in charge like her daddy was. It had been a childish dream like playing princess was for some girls, she knew, but as she got older, that same desire had persisted. However, her mother seemed in no rush to abdicate, so Skylar had started Clear Skies to keep herself busy and to give herself some experience running a company, even if a lingerie brand was hardly the same thing as Wayne Incorporated.

However, it was hers.

She’d made it, she ran it, and she was responsible for both its’ successes and its’ failures. And she loved it.

Skylar crossed her bedroom to her dresser, opening the drawer to pull out a pair of lacy green Clear Skies panties. This was one of her favorites, and it was awfully nice to be able to design underwear exactly how she liked them. It even marketed well too, advertised as Skylar Wayne’s own personal favorite panties, something that was very true. She had the same pair in like a million different colors, some of which were available in stores, others that had just been color testers that she kept. Perks of owning the company, she had thought smugly. Getting to keep all the best stuff.

As Sky took the panties and started sliding them up her long, tan legs, shimmying her hips slightly, her phone started ringing. Skylar swore as she tugged her panties up over her hips and felt the soft, gentle fabric envelop her previously bare pussy, then moved over to pick up the phone, her braless tits still swaying freely as she bent to pick up the phone. She pushed answer as she straightened up, putting her free hand on her hip.

“Little early for a social call.” Skylar greeted her assistant.

“Sorry, Ms. Wayne, this isn’t a social call.” said the apologetic voice of Isla Killian, Skylar’s personal assistant in the running of Clear Skies. Isla was four years Skylar’s elder, but Skylar had no problems being bossy to a girl older than her, so things had worked out well between them. Isla was also a lot of fun, and had had some good ideas about the company that Skylar had put into practice.

“Oh.” Skylar groaned. “What’s on fire?”

“Nothing! It’s just… you’re coming to this meeting, right?” Isla asked hesitantly.

“What meeting?” Skylar asked, squinting.

“Um… the meeting with Grayson Global and the modeling contract?” Isla asked in disbelief.

“Fuck!” Skylar swore profusely. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just… fuck, don’t let Mera leave, you hear me?”

“I’m on it.” Isla affirmed, and Skylar hung up the phone, tossing it carelessly onto the bed as she bounded towards her dresser, muttering various profanities and cursing her stupid, stupid self for having a dumb one night stand with a dumb subpar idiot the night before a big meeting.

Her mother would have a field day tearing her apart over this, Skylar berated herself as she put on a bra to match the panties. Sophia Wayne could never know about this.

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Skylar dashed into the spacious warehouse where Clear Skies Lingerie operated out of. Well, she was maintaining professionalism by speed-walking, but her heels were in her hand and she was absolutely powering forwards.

“There you are!” Isla exclaimed upon seeing her as Skylar rounded the corner out of the open photography studio and into the more office-y section of the warehouse.

“I know, I know!” Skylar snapped. “I’m an idiot.”

The frustrated heiress dropped her high heels, leaned down and tucked her feet into them, then straightened up, blowing blonde hair out of her face and making sure the girls hadn’t made a run for freedom.

“Alright, where’s Mrs. Grayson?” Skylar asked, and Isla cringed. Skylar raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at her assistant.

“She had to leave.” Isla admitted. “I’m sorry, Ms. Wayne. I couldn’t keep her here.”

Skylar let out a sigh and sagged against the wall. “It’s alright, Isla. It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

Isla, a gorgeous 27 year old young woman with long straight dark brown hair, a pair of lovely amber eyes, some perky medium sized breasts, and a fit perky ass she liked to flaunt, cleared her throat. “She also said, and, um, I quote: ‘Friendship with my son doesn’t mean I can sit around forever. Tell Skylar I’m sorry, I have to go.’”

Skylar groaned. “She’s off to Europe, isn’t she?”

“She is.” Isla confirmed. “Um… do you want me to try and reschedule?”

“No, no. I’ll call Peter later and tell him I’m sorry for blowing this.” Skylar muttered.

“Then… what about your Summer Skies collection?” Isla asked curiously. “We were counting on Grayson Global for the models for that, and we don’t have anyone else lined up. Unless we push back the date for it, it’s not gonna happen, Ms. Wayne. Not unless you happen to know where we can find a bunch of gorgeous women who’d be willing to drop everything for you and model some lingerie and bikinis.”

Skylar’s eyes widened slightly. “You know, Isla… I think I might.”