Spending Spree (An Allowance)

As soon as the money had appeared in Amber's account she'd wanted to drive straight to mall. Or rather, been driven to the mall - she might not have a driver but she could hire one now.

Lists of potential purchases began being made in her mind until, abruptly, she was stopped cold by another thought.

She needed James to trust her with money. That was her number one priority. She'd never considered it before but, if she wanted to keep her allowance long term - not just keep it but increase it - she had to earn James's trust. Impress him, even.

With that in mind, she began making a new list.

A week went by and James was regretting his decision to give his step-mother an allowance. Every day it seemed like more men were traipsing in and out of the house, bringing in large packages, banging on the walls, drilling - and then, presumably when she changed her mind, taking large packages away. His study was far enough away from the master bedroom that he was only dimly aware of it but even that was enough.

Her re-decorating the master bedroom was obviously a power play, he reasoned. When he'd first come down, he'd taken his old, boyhood room and let her stay in the rather garish, tacky master bedroom that she'd set up. His father never cared for interior details of the home so inevitably her influence was visible throughout, but particularly in the large main suite.

By rights though, it should be his and he had every intention, once he'd settled more of the estate's affairs, to claim it. In fact he was looking forward to kicking his bimbo step-mum out into a smaller room. Perhaps, he thought, it would be even more satisfying now, now that she'd decided to waste her allowance on so much work in there. She'd realise what a waste it had been....

Days later and the racket finally stopped. Another day and no more workmen were to be seen. Finally, two weeks after he'd initially given Amber her monthly allowance, she came to get him.

He was sat in his bedroom, in his normal sleepwear of loose boxer shorts and t-shirt, an open bathrobe over the top. He looked up from his reading at the knock and called "Come in."

Amber walked in, long smooth legs bare all the way up the hem of her short, silk robe. The belt was tied tight, emphasising her small waist, the slight curve of her hips and the large twin bulges of her breast, straining the thing material. The pattern was floral and deep blue, playing over her body to reveal its shape, even as it hid nearly all of it above her thighs.

James let out a silent sigh of wonder at the sight, before immediately mentally berating himself for being attracted to her. She was meant to be the enemy!

As someone who'd had little success with women in his short life, focusing more on study, then work, and more serious pursuits, he was weak to her exterior charms. It was probably why he disliked her so much too, blaming women like her for his lack of romance or even sex - not that this made sense in anything but his attention-starved mind.

Amber looked apprehensive and excited as she approached James. "I...have a surprise for you..." she said.