It Was Nothing

Joe had a low opinion of the opposite sex (although he conceded that at times they were an agreeable substitute for masturbation). Having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had never been short of anything. He was especially used to getting his way and more often than not, his privileged upbringing saw him in control of most situations. Where to eat. When to eat. With whom to eat. What to eat. For example. Relationships for him were nothing but a social necessity to prove his heterosexuality (never mind that he was perpetually in love with himself).

Having just woken up from a three day weekend, he looked about in a daze but managed to recognise his bedroom. It took him a little longer to recognise the warm body next to his. Smiling to himself, Joe stepped out of his bed. (It was that big.) Walking over to the bedside bureau, he lifted the bottle of sparkling water and walked over to the body in his bed. Unceremoniously, he poured it over her face, causing her to jump up startled. She looked at him bemused. He stared at her blankly. And then told her to clear out within the next half an hour.

Joe was left to his own devices the entire day but the intense stimulus of that three day weekend had left him yearning for more. Much more. That’s when he saw Jane. And that’s when he noticed Jane too.

Jane was the butler’s daughter. She was all grown up now and managed Joe’s estate. Well, Jane actually managed Joe’s father’s estate but in Joe’s eyes the old man had long outlived his usefulness and the estate was going to be Joe’s anyway. So Jane managed Joe’s estate. Joe sat and stared at Jane walking across the hallway. He marvelled at how she had developed from a scrawny girl into something like that. His marvel morphed into the realisation that since the estate was his, the estate was an extension of him. Therefore, at least to Joe, Jane was also responsible for managing him. Joe smiled to himself. It seemed the impending weekend would be taking care of itself.

Walking into Jane’s office, Joe sat down before her and told her his plans for the weekend: an all expenses paid sojourn into sin. Jane was unsure how to react. Whilst she was not exactly your goody two shoes girl next door, she was not entirely comfortable with the notion of an office tryst. Studying the situation quickly, she decided that it would be in her best interest to accept Joe’s indecent proposal. They were to leave in two days.

Joe smiled smugly to himself. Another three day weekend. Another Jane at his mercy, his beck and call. Joe’s game. Joe’s rules. Joe could get used to this. As a matter of fact, he was used to treating Janes like his property.

Before long, the two were on a private villa on a sunny beach. The day was spent, expectedly, in decadent behaviour befitting the Romans. Joe couldn’t help thinking that for an estate manager, Jane was very good. Almost too good. He told Jane not to disturb him till the evening and went to bed. Now Jane seemed to have some time on her hands. It was one of those frustrating situations where one had too little time to do anything yet too much to do nothing with. She decided to take a stroll by the seaside.

That was a good choice. Before long, she was chatting with someone she met at the beachside bar. A few cocktails later, they were like silly teenagers, giggling at everything from the colour of the little umbrella in her cocktail to the shape of the spoon at the bar top. At that moment it made sense for them to traipse along the seaside. There would be a lot more to giggle over along the coastline.

Giggles soon made way to kisses which soon made way for adult entertainment in the water under the moonlight. Jane and her new friend were rather into each other. Quite literally. And then Jane realised she needed to walk back to the villa.

Giddied by alcoholic and sexual intoxication, with an unsteady gait, Jane approached the villa. Only to find Joe seething in anger at the front porch. Jane was late. If that was not enough, Joe had witnessed ‘his’ Jane in a dalliance with an unknown. Joe felt violated. Jane was there for his fun, not someone else’s!

Jane heard a hiss:

“What was that?”

Giggling, Jane asked

“What was what?”

Pointing in disbelief at the approximate spot where Jane was moments ago, Joe glared at her. Jane turned around to look at the spot where she had been.

Jane turned back and smiled.

“Nothing. Shall we have dinner?”

Joe’s blank expression prompted Jane to elaborate

“Oh, don’t worry. It was dark, the water was warm and I was drunk. It was nothing.”