Seems the other caddies are jealous.

Everly pulled up in the staff carpark of the Shady Creek golf course and switched off the engine. The motor of her brand new Mini Cooper whirring as the turbo kept running to cool down. Her dad was under the impression that she had financed the vehicle. Everly didn't want him to know she had bought it outright for cash. Cash that she had made in tips as a way of thank yous from all the rich men at the club. Men like Mr Donaldson, who she'd given the handjob to this morning and had told her friends about at lunch. Everly made many times a normal caddies pay thanks to these sorts of benefactors.

Heading to the caddies lockerrooms, Everly was annoyed to find Chet waiting for her. Chet, at 20, was the eldest of the other caddies, the head caddy if you will. It was him that Everly had taken the most work from. He was waiting under an archway that led from the carpark, leaning against a pillar until Everly arrived. She attempted to ignore him as she went to walk past, to say they disliked each other was an understatement. Chet, however, reached out and grabbed Everly wrist as she walked past.

"Hey I've been waiting for you," he told her angrily as he kept her from moving.

"Hey fuck off," Everly snapped back, "should you be waiting for a round instead of hanging out here like a creep?"

"I'd have had a round this morning and each week after that if you hadn't stolen Mr Donalds from me," Chet accused her.

"It's not my fault you're shit at your job," Everly countered him, "he likes my club selections better."

A triumphant look appeared on Chet's face then as Everly stepped into his trap.

"It's not his 'playing' clubs you've been playing with!" Chet sneered at her.

Realising she'd been sprung Everly quickly went into damage control.

"Shhh not here. You'll get me fired," she whispered, looking around to see if any of the members were nearby. She pulled her wrist and led Chet back to the building the caddies occupied. As she led him inside she saw their locker room still had a few people in it. Needing privacy she instead took Chet to the small office the caddies all shared.

"Well?" Everly began, ready to bargain now that they were safely alone.

"I want Mr Donaldson back or I'm telling your father what you've been doing," Chet told her.

"You don't have any proof or you would have told him already," Everly bluffed hoping it was true.

"I overheard him talking to another member while I was picking up towels. Something that's meant to be your job anyway."

Everly never bothered with any of the other duties that the caddies were meant to do, instead just concentrating on the things that would get her the most money.

"You're not getting him back, he's already booked me with the front desk," Everly told Chet.

"Well, I want half the cash he's paying you."

"I'm not giving you my money."

"Well I want something else then," Chet demanded of Everly.

Everly had been hoping Chet would ask for this instead.

"Fuck. Fine! I'll give you a handjob just like I did Mr Donaldson and you shut the hell up and never bring this up again."

Everly knew she had her deal when Chet shut his mouth abruptly. She could practically see the cogs turning over in his head. Still, she was surprised when he knocked back her deal.

"No way. I want a blowjob instead," Chet countered.

Everly thought about it for a moment. She'd already blown at least a dozen of the members anyway. It would actually make a nice change to suck a guys cock that was closer to her age. And Chet was kind of good looking even if she did hate him.

"Fine. It's a deal," Everly said.