3. An Unsettling Invitation

“This just arrived for you,” Miriam, his administrative assistant declared, waving a fancy, gold-trimmed envelope. “What have you gotten yourself into, Mister Caretaker?”

Miriam, along with Dottie and Samantha, helped keep the cemetery operating. Miriam was a retired secretary of a major law firm downtown, and knew how to keep a busy office running. She ran a tight ship, almost oppressively with schedules and expected work productions. Bjorn appreciated her leadership, even if she was a volunteer. He was the son of a single mother who started her own business and wouldn’t take shit from anybody. Mom gave him a keen respect for a dominant and capable female. In fact, he didn’t do well around other men and preferred the company and collegiality of women. 

Dottie and Sam, on the other hand, were his volunteer gardening staff. They kept the cemetery looking beautiful and inviting, both for families visiting interred loved ones but also to help maintain a park-like feel to the cemetery. After all, it was a non-profit and Bjorn portrayed the cemetery as an outdoor sculpture garden. Over the course of his three-year tenure, Fairview Cemetery had gone from an abandoned field– one of those historic places cities tend to let go if no one steps up to manage, to being an outdoorsy hotspot showing up in Bender, Colorado’s things to do magazines and blogs. 

Both of his gardening ladies were Chatty Cathies, frequently arguing with one another over what color flowers to stick in the ground. Chelsea had joined them over the last few days, and the two older women had gone from deeply suspicious to appreciative of a young person to train. Chelsea had great energy, and Bjorn had come to see her as quite capable.

He didn’t hook up with this teenager for a long-term commitment. His intention was for a piece of ass and then move on. But Daddy had stepped in and created an arrangement Bjorn couldn’t get out of. Now Bjorn was faced with the prospect that Chelsea might be around for a while. He had spent the last few days mulling over how not to be patronizing and instead help her figure out how to become a functioning adult. If he could remember to treat her as an equal, he’d get to enjoy all the sex he could ever dream of. If he treated her like a child– she was, after all only four years older than his own teenage daughter– then Chelsea’s petite little butt would find someone else to pound it.

Dottie hauled herself up the porch stairs and took a seat next to him at the patio table. “That kid you brought home is pretty special.”

“Yeah?” Bjorn asked, bemused. “How so?”

“Well,” Dottie chuckled, “she’s bright for being so young. She seems genuinely curious about what Sam and I did with our lives.”

Bjorn nodded his head thoughtfully. “I haven’t asked what she plans to do with her life. I probably should.”

“Does that mean you plan to be part of it? She’s a bit young for you.”

Bjorn laughed at that. “A bit?” 

Dottie slapped his arm playfully. “She’s a child. You keep that in mind.”

“Oh, I know,” Bjorn winked playfully. 

“What was in that gold-trimmed envelope? We’ve never seen something like that around here before.” Dottie asked, suspiciously, before adding, “You in some kinda trouble, Bjorn?”

“I am, Dottie, but I don’t know how much yet.” Bjorn responded hesitantly. “I’ve been…invited to Chelsea’s father’s house for a Saturday evening gala.” 

“Her father owns the car company, correct?” Dottie said, eyeballing him. “You better be careful, mister. Money people have power and they like to flex it.”

*****

“B, you have to calm down. It’s just dinner.” Chelsea chided playfully, thoroughly amused that her boyfriend was so scared of her father. She’d used sex as a way to anger her father, but he’d only met one or two of her flings. The rest were just rumors.

But, boyfriend though? She mulled this over. It was starting to feel like it. Sure, Bjorn the same age as her father, but he treated her kindly and with respect. He’d been genuinely curious about her life’s plans and intent on helping her find direction. Maybe that didn’t mean they’d be together forever, but it felt good right now. Plus, he had a thick cock and pounded her with it on a daily basis. He might be older, but his male abilities hadn’t diminished at all.

“Look, darling,” Bjorn started to say as he fiddled with his button up shirt.

“No, you look,” she interrupted. “My dad wants to get to know you, but you can’t go wearing just some plaid button up. You need a suit for this. Do you have a suit?”

“I run a cemetery, remember?”

“Well, we better go get you one.”

“Chelsea, I can’t afford a suit. I’m not hurting for money, but suits are expensive.”

“I’ll use my credit card, silly,” Chelsea said, bemused. “That means Daddy pays anyway.” They both laughed about that. Bjorn started to feel a bit better knowing that Chelsea was helping him navigate the complexities of wealth and status. He had zero experience with that.

“Let’s get you a suit, but not until I get my needs met,” Chelsea demanded, bending herself over seductively and wiggling her cute little ass at him. She provocatively pulled her leggings down to mid-thigh, revealing a sexy black thong. She could almost hear his heart starting to race at the sight of her. 

“Let’s get a suit, and then we can go meet Daddy…”