Master of Lust

Chapter 101: Rick's Dad's girlfriend?

Chapter - 101

A knock echoed on Rick's door, and a voice, monotone yet friendly, called out, "Mr. Rick, it's time for dinner."

Rick, in the midst of an engaging conversation with Amanda over the phone, felt a shift in his mood. The seductive undertones in Amanda's voice had sparked a certain excitement, he could feel a raging boner in his pants. And just as things were getting interesting, the interruption from the maid threw a wrench into the moment.

It wasn't her fault, of course, but now Rick faced a dilemma. The prospect of attending to certain personal matters down there seemed to have hit a roadblock. If things with Amanda had progressed, he might have managed with his own hand. However, with the dinner interruption, it felt like a blank shot, leaving Rick in a state of mild frustration.

"Rick, are you still there?" Amanda's voice reached out from the other end of the phone, pulling him back from the vortex of his frustrations.

"Oh, yeah, I'm here," Rick responded, his tone slightly flustered.

Amanda's concern was evident as she inquired, "What was that voice? Is someone with you? Did they overhear us, Rick? Please tell me you didn't..." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of curiosity and worry coloring her cautious tone.

"No, no, I didn't," Rick hurriedly reassured Amanda, dispelling any suspicions taking root in her mind. "It's just room service, checking about dinner," he explained.

"Oh!" Amanda's understanding tone came through, "You are at a hotel? I thought you were out camping in the forest."

"I was," Rick began weaving a tale, "but after a couple of days, the hard ground, mosquitoes, and insects got to me. Needed a break, so here I am." He provided his excuse, hoping it would suffice to swindle Amanda.

"Sure thing, now you have your dinner, and we'll catch up later," Amanda instructed, her tone light but with a touch of warning. "But, Mister, it better be just dinner. If I even sense a hint of you cheating on me with someone else, you'll be in trouble," she playfully threatened.

Rick, attempting a light-hearted response, quipped, "And here I thought you might want to join in the fun." However, beneath the jest, a complex swirl of thoughts ensued. His recent encounter with Evelina lingered in his mind; a situation driven by a desperate attempt to save her, yet the line between necessity and infidelity blurred in Rick's contemplation. Does that still counts to cheating?

And actually he did not fuck her for the sake of saving her. In fact he could have saved her without it as well. He just made good use of the opportunity.

"Hmpff... You wish," Amanda teased, continuing the playful banter with Rick, her snort conveying a mix of amusement and disbelief. To her, it was all in good fun, never anticipating any of it would turn into reality.

Rick, pushing a bit further, probed, "What would you do if I actually did?"

Amanda chuckled, dismissing the question with a light-hearted tone, "You don't want to know, mister." She didn't elaborate further, leaving the matter to linger in the realm of jest. "Now, don't keep them waiting. Enjoy your dinner. Bye..."

"Sure, babe. Love you," Rick affectionately affirmed, and with those words, he and Amanda ended their call.

Following the conversation, Rick rose from his chair and approached the door.

As Rick swung the door open, he was met with a sight that could leave even the most composed individual momentarily speechless. Before him stood a woman, adorned in a maid's uniform that could give Cinderella a run for her money. The dress, with its daring low-cut neckline, walked the fine line between playful and scandalous.

But rather than his father's familiar voice, an unexpected female voice interjected, "Ummm..." The unfamiliar tone caught Rick off guard, leaving him in suspense, wondering who this unexpected presence might be on the other end of the line.

Baffled, Rick lowered the phone from his ear and double-checked the number to ensure he hadn't mistakenly dialed the wrong person. The digits were correct. Perplexed, he wondered who this woman could be.

"May I ask, who is this?" Rick inquired, a touch of surprise coloring his voice. The unexpected voice had taken him aback, piquing his curiosity about the unfamiliar woman. It was a tone he couldn't quite place.

"You... You are not my father's girlfriend, are you?" Rick asked with a note of suspicion. "Where is my father?"

"You... You are... getting the wrong idea," the woman hurriedly corrected Rick, her voice coming through meekly. The air carried a sense of tension as Rick awaited an explanation, unsure of the unexpected turn in the conversation.

"I mean... is this your... your father's phone?" The woman's voice carried a hint of confusion, accompanied by a stammer. "The phone was here on the counter, an... and no one was answering the call, so I picked it up, thinking it might be... important."

"On the counter?"

"Yeah, maybe... your father... he might have left it in the bar," the woman explained to Rick. "If you want, you can come... and collect it from the bar. I...

I can send you the address." The unexpected revelation slowly unraveled.

"No, it's alright," Rick promptly declined the suggestion. "I am actually out of town. I'm sure my father will come and collect it when he realizes it's missing. Do you mind holding onto it for the time being?"

"Any... Anytime, de... dear," the woman responded, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation and stammering.

"Did... Did he pay for the drinks?" Rick inquired, concern evident in his voice. "I can send you the money if he hasn't. No need to... you know, just let him leave if he doesn't have the money to pay," Rick requested of the woman.

"Oh, don't worry about it. He already took care of the bill," the woman reassured, and relieved Rick.

"By the way, are you alright? Everything good at college?" the woman inquired.

"Oh yeah, everything is fine. College is just like always, bor..." Rick began to respond, but a frown crept onto his face. "How do you know that I am in college?" He questioned, a sudden realization dawning upon him, stirring a curiosity tinged with a hint of concern.

"..."

"Hey, answer me. I know you heard me."

"..."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

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