The Giggling, Jiggling Ride

Robert shifted in the back seat of the limousine, subtly adjusting his pants to hide his partial erection. His efforts to will his dick to soften, losing the battle to the jiggling breasts directly in front of him. He had been pleasantly surprised to see how well Heather and Chastity got along with their laughing over old stories about Ravers Enterprises employees. There had been some concern with how his daughter treated others she found annoying, but Robert felt a little foolish for not realizing Heather grew up around the ditzy blonde, viewing her with fondness. That said, he wished their bodies wouldn't shake so much from their giggling.

Attempts to watch the scenery out the window instead failed as those tantalizing mounds of moving flesh pulled his eyes like magnets back to them. While Heather's strapless back dress proved snug enough to keep from slipping down, the other end of the dress continually slid up, exposing more of her creamy thighs. Perhaps I should have suggested a more professional style of dress for this event. Robert wondered, fighting his eyes from moving over to the other young woman.

What does it say about me that I feel less guilty checking out my daughter's assets than my employee's? Chastity's dark blue dress might not have shown as much skin as Heather's, but it had more to hold in, especially up top. Robert's attention once again became drawn to her very ample cleavage. With her cute, bubbly face, Chastity at twenty-three-years-old found herself often mistaken for a girl four or five years younger than her age. With her adorable face possibly mistaken for a teenager, the rest of her body was all woman. A body that Robert up to tonight had managed to avoid noticing.

What was Faith thinking letting her out of the house looking so damn sexy? Robert thought, referring to Chastity's mother, another longtime company employee. Faith Kupp herself, a ditzy blonde, although less so than her daughter, also held the role of one of Robert's earliest sexual mentors. A fact that now brought another disturbing remembrance to mind. Christ, Chastity could have been my daughter too! Faith swore that I wasn't the father, but that short time when we weren't sure, definitely was a wakeup call to be safer. And now she's here with my true daughter, and I keep on picturing them doing non-daughterly things. I need to let off some of this steam and fast once we get to the party. There should be plenty of options.

"Son of a bucket! I haven't thought of Mr. Seashell in years," Chastity exclaimed.

"Me too! Then we walk into that restaurant in San Francisco, and guess who's sitting at the table next to us," Heather recounted.

"Who?" Chastity asked, missing Heather's point.

"Sheldon Seashell, of course!"

"I used to have giggling fits when he visited. Mom would get sooo mad at me," Chastity recalled, back to when she worked for a few hours after high school, helping her mother. "I couldn't help it. His name was sooo silly and his hair. Sauce berries!" the honey blonde exclaimed, slapping her hand over her mouth for a moment. "I'm sorry, that was mean of me to say."

"Don't be," Heather said, placing a hand on her arm. "He's still got that ridiculous toupee that looks like a clam!" The brunette's giggles were infectious enough to overcome the blonde's remorse for her earlier comment.

Taking another breath, Robert hunched forward to hide his growing erection. It proved to be in the nick of time as Heather looked over to her father.

"Why did the company stop dealing with him?"

BUZZ BUZZ

Robert, grateful for the vibrating of his phone, pulled it out of his pocket.

"He and his company ran a shady deal on Klaus Nordstein. I didn't like it, so I opted to conduct business with an alternate option," Robert informed her, glancing down at the text message. Typing a short reply, he put his phone back in his pocket only to see his daughter arching an eyebrow in curiosity. "Your uncle."

"Is Mr. Ravers--I mean the other Mr. Ravers--coming to the party too?" Chastity inquired.

"Yes, Daniel's coming," Robert responded, but Heather cut him off before he could finish.

"Aunt Audrey and Isabella won't be. Bella caught that flu going around town," the teenage brunette informed her seatmate.

"Awww, little Bella has the flu? Poor thing." Always concerned about the welfare of others, Chastity sat there, straining to think. "Phooey, that won't work. But don't you worry, by the end of the night, I'll have a tummy-proof idea for a get well basket."

"That's awfully kind of you, but there's no need--" trailed off Robert as the usually bubbly blonde shot him an intimidating glare. "Alright, but let's not get too crazy, okay? Bella's spoiled enough at home."

"Okey dokey, chief," she saluted him.

"So, I guess you were wrong about Uncle Daniel bailing?" Heather asked once everyone stopped chuckling at Chastity's action.

"Let's wait and see, pumpkin. Saying he's coming and actually showing up are two very different things."

"But, I thought everyone wanted to be at the hotel's opening?" Chastity asked in confusion.

"It's a lodge, not a hotel," Heather reminded her. "Uncle Daniel's been scared of the lodge since he was a kid. Claims he saw a ghost."

"A ghost!" the busty blonde exclaimed, sitting up abruptly enough to bounce her breasts up and down to Robert's dismay. "I don't want to go to a haunted hotel, Mr. Ravers."

"Calm down, Chastity. There's no such thing as ghosts," Robert reassured the frightened young woman while shooting a disapproving look at his daughter. "The old Wynwick Lodge was considered off-limits to visitors by its absentee owners. There's a stone wall that runs all around the property from shore to shore; with the entry possible in two ways: a large iron gate at the main entrance and a small cove off the lake. Kids--as kids will do-- saw that as a challenge and would sneak onto the grounds, despite the trespassing and danger signs."

Robert noticed that the disconcerted Chastity listened with rapt attention, while a bored Heather barely cared, having heard his old stories many times.

"Even back then, Daniel could be a worrywart at getting caught breaking the rules. But I usually dragged him along with me. The one time in question, he, myself, and Phillip Zander rowed our boat into the cove to explore. Old abandoned buildings such as the lodge often generate strange noises due to the weather or animals. That springs up tales of ghosts, and Wynwick Lodge had that reputation as well. Already worried about someone catching us, he heard a noise, freaked out, swearing he saw a ghost. No one else saw anything. It likely was the reflection of light from one of the large windows."

"And Uncle Daniel refused to ever go near the lodge again," Heather supplied the end.

"Yes, he did, but I went exploring many more times, and never saw a thing."

"Heavens to Besty! Why did you go back?" Chastity asked, shivering.

"Because the place has fascinated him since he was a wee, little boy," Heather revealed with a grin. "Can't you tell? He keeps on looking out the window to check if we are almost there."

Not willing to admit the real reason for his attempts to stare out the window, Robert let his daughter think she guessed correctly. "Yes, I'll admit the old lodge's interested me immensely, starting when I was around five or six-years-old. It's a majestic monument to a time long past. Back when the old captains of industry built these grand summer resorts."

"More like robber barons," remarked his daughter.

"Yes, that's another way to put it. Most of those summer homes were works of art. The finest craftsmen, woodworkers, and stonemasons created such beauty that most of them still last even to this day. The Wynwick Lodge, in its heyday, was the gem of Silver Lake. I used to gaze at it from the lake, dreaming of the day it could be restored to its original glory. Many of those boyhood dreams were ridiculous, as I hoped to be the one who renovated it. I didn't realize back then quite how deep the rivalry between the Raverses and Wynwicks went. I thought I could convince them to make a deal."

"Gee whiz, Mr. Ravers. Are you sad about someone else doing it?"

"Not all, Chastity, I'm thrilled that it's finally happened. So much so that we're arriving early to the party. I want to be able to see the outside, along with the grounds, before the sun sets."

"Please, don't get your hopes up too high, Dad. I doubt Fletcher paid the level of detail to the renovations as you would," Heather said dismissively of her classmate.

"No, pumpkin, unlike you, I know that young Fletcher has had a similar fascination of the old lodge since he was a boy," Robert insisted, his daughter not aware of the reason for his certainty.

I do know as I helped design the renovation plan. Heather could learn a few lessons from Fletcher. He didn't let a pointless century-old rivalry of our families stop him from coming to me for advice. The kid recognized his limitations and knew of my deep fondness for the property. The balls on the kid! Not only to win the lodge in a game of poker but to ask a Ravers for help. I can imagine the fury and outrage Wynwicks, alive and dead, would feel if they found out.

"Whatever, Dad. I just don't want to deal with your heartbroken butt, and Daniel's wetting his pants in fear tonight," Heather responded as a suspicion hit her. "Come to think of it, how the hell did Fletcher afford the renovations? It had to cost millions!"

"Try over $10 million easily," her father replied, having an exact idea of the cost, but not willing to say how much.

"There's no way, Fletcher Wynwick has that kind of money," huffed Heather.

"But isn't he like rich?" piped in a confused Chastity.

"Sure, the Wynwicks are stinking rich, but it's spread out amongst the family. He's only eighteen, and I doubt even if his inheritance could cover that much, that he received it all at once. And considering he and his mother are seen as black sheep, I doubt his relatives chipped in." Suddenly, Heather knew there had to be more to the story. And I'm going to find out. Maybe I can put Vicky on the trail; she loves a good mystery. "Did you hear anything, Dad?"

"I have nothing to share with you, pumpkin."

"Golly, what's it like, Mr. Ravers?"

"Oh, honey, you shouldn't have asked that," Heather told her, knowing full well what was coming.

"Ahh, you're going to love it, Chastity," Robert promised, his eyes lighting up. "When you first step foot inside, you'll find yourself in this grand foyer with a cathedral ceiling. Straight in front of you is this majestic staircase that curves as reaches the second floor. To the right of the foyer is an old-fashioned cloakroom, then a parlor, used for entertaining guests. On the left of the foyer is a study/den, and then a spectacular two-story library. The second floor consists of only walkways, lined with detailed mahogany bookshelves, all overlooking the first floor."

"Isn't that where--"

Robert cut off his daughter with a motion of the hand, not wanting to bring up that subject in front of Chastity.

"The lodge is set at an angle, so the shorter side with the library partially faces the lake. Continuing down from the library is a billiards room, and then at the corner, facing the lake is the drawing-room/great room. The formal dining room is behind the staircase in the center of the lodge, and behind that, next to the drawing-room is a conservatory that sticks out somewhat from the main building. We would call that a sunroom these days," Robert added as he could tell all the information was overloading the ditzy blonde's brain.

"On the other side of the dining room, next to the parlor, is a large kitchen and pantry. Next to that in the corner, and also going up to the second floor, is the servants' wing."

"Holy smokes! That's a lot of rooms."

"And there's a whole number of bedrooms on the second floor. Although the master bedroom suffered considerable water damage from a leaking roof, it's a shame, but we--I hear Fletcher, decided to scrap that room, giving the drawing-room cathedral ceilings."

"Gee whiz, I thought we were going to a cabin, not a mansion!"

"Wait for it," Heather commented, focusing on her phone and her friends' whereabouts.

"Yes, it does. And the outside is just as splendid. There are six guest cottages dotted all over the sprawling estate. Two off the side of the lodge, near the servants' wing. Two nestled inside orchards: one apple trees, and the other, cherry trees. Farthest away, near where a small stream enters the estate, was a guest cottage that burned down more than a hundred years ago. Fletcher has rebuilt that one. Now, the sixth and final cottage is the one that people can see from the lake. It's along the shore, off to the side of where the stream flows into the cove, creating a mini-waterfall."

"Jiminy Cricket! A waterfall?"

"A tiny one, starting less than ten feet above the water. Nothing like the Zaffre Falls inside the park."

The sound of the power window behind the girls sliding down caught the attention of all three occupants. A head appeared as the limo's driver looked over his shoulder.

"We're approaching the gate, sir."

"Hiya, Mr. Dave! I didn't know you were driving us," Chastity cheerfully admitted.

"He is Dad's main driver," Heather pointed out, finishing her phone business.

"Hello, Miss Kupp," Dave Hank, the Ravers family's longtime driver, greeted, tipping his nonexistent cap at her, earning a giggle back from the cheery blonde.

"Excellent. I gave you our invitations, didn't I?" Robert felt a surge of excitement. Maybe I should have taken up Fletcher's offer for an early private tour? No, no, I made the right choice. It wouldn't have helped anyone if my presence leaked out to his other relatives.

"Have them right here, sir." Dave proceeded to roll his window down, handing them to the staff member at the gate. He then slowly drove the car down the winding drive.

"Okay, Dave, we're coming up to where the road splits off," Robert informed his driver, all the while moving from window to window to take in the sights. "Take the left side. The right is the service road that leads around those trees to the kitchen and servants side of the lodge."

Not really interested or caring about the lodge and Fletcher Wynwick, Heather glanced out the window on the right side of the car. Down the service road, she could just make out what looked to be a silver sports car parked off to the side.

Funny, that looks almost like Logan's car. Did Dad say if he was coming with Uncle Daniel? Heather wondered about her cousin. Before she could ask, they had arrived.

"Sweet Christmas!"