Family Expectations

“So Charles, it has been awhile I didn’t expect you to be this successful in such a short time. I’m glad you started applying yourself.” the older man chuckled as he looked up at his son, a small smile gracing his unnatural lips. Charles sighed silently to himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t applying himself but he was in a business that failed in comparison to the pay of his brothers. Richard his oldest brother was the CEO of a well known phone and cable company. He pulled in millions and made by far the highest salary in the family. Alexander his youngest brother owned a chain of hotels he probably made more than half of what Richard made.

Himself though? What he did?

It was certainly past the average job and paid well...he worked as a music director for a large company. He was the manager for bands that he tried to get popular both the US and England. He would often travel back and fourth scouting about for new sounds and talent.

Now that he thought about it. They didn’t even have to have talent, they just have to be easy on the eyes. But honestly, talent did help! The music business was tricky, but it was pretty cushy in the end if you did what you needed to do. If the band gained popularity they usually dropped his management and went onto a bigger music label. Charles was no amateur at what he did. He brought on great successes. His biggest feat yet was signing on his main musician Kain onto a famous music label. You can’t go anywhere today without seeing something Kain had promoted or hearing one of his songs on the radio or commercials. He was truly the biggest hit the company had. Charles was happy with what he made Kain into and Kain was modest, in fact they were still friends on a personal level. He trusted Kain and whatever he did he knew that he’d have his back if he ever needed it.

He didn’t complain much though he loved his job. Loved where the business had taken him and what he had gone on to do with his life. Even if it didn’t pay as much as his brothers jobs. Charles was a man of thirty years old and looked as though he hadn’t aged much. He was a perfect gentleman, curly blond hair that was shoulder length and kept back, his skin wasn’t saggy and he had no crows feet. His skin was also known for being quite smooth. He wore suits nearly all the time. Casual was not in his vocabulary...never for a Winton. Tonight was no exception either. He wore his best Armani suit with gold cuff links at the ends his shoes were polished. Fine Italian leather at it’s best.

He was a walking real life gentleman.

He looked as though he was going to an expensive banquet or something of royal proportions. It was nothing like that. His father had randomly decided to give him a visit out of good faith (or so that is what the old coot said before over the phone) Charles didn’t believe it. He knew it was to come down here and brag about his brothers success or maybe his own. Hell, the man was sixty-two years and he hadn’t even thought of retirement. He wondered what the old man was doing.

Probably squandering his money away with the fortune...as if they didn’t have enough already!

He could retire anywhere he pleased and yet he stayed back in England and bothered his sons for no good reason. He spent his teenage life trying to get away from him and now he wants to make random visits? He wasn’t sure he could pull off this charade for long. He poured two glasses of brandy and sat down across from his father. The elder took the drink offered and toasted the air shortly before sipping.

“Such a lovely place....nice servants and maid service. You must pay them a lot.”

You have no idea. He thought in his mind as he smiled weakly at his father.

All the girls were here Elle, Cherry and Kitty. Elle had been paid and prompted to play as his rich model wife and Cherry and Kitty were only there to look nice and pretend to be cleaning. The just wanted to see his father and he knew that wouldn’t be too terribly surprised. He went all out getting elaborate costumes together for everyone. Cherry and Kitty wore black mini dresses looking like a fetish costume only they were a little more historically correct. White stockings and matching garters. Cute dress shoes. The top part exposed their young cleavage and a top their head they were little maid hats. It was all too cute, but much too sexy as well. Phox played the gardener, all he had to do was pretend he was working on flowers or something and get dirty. He came in an night and was allowed to paint if he wished during the evening hours. He didn’t care as long as Phox wasn’t in front of his father for too long. He didn’t need to be lectured on how to treat his ‘fake’ servants.

Kain was asked to patrol the halls and tend to the ‘guests’ as a butler. Not that he didn’t mind for a wage. Kaden worked in the kitchen. He was probably the only one who Chaz didn’t pay out the ass for. Kaden loved cooking and he had everything he needed to work, all his essentials there already, Chaz had stocked up and gotten new supplies, pots, pans and cooking utensils. Huge working spaces like in the colleges and fancy restaurants he had previously worked at, he was pretty happy...and Chaz was happy that he didn’t owe Kaden much but eternal gratitude.

“Charles?” he asked as he raised a brow.

“Oh, yes Father they are paid well. So uh, what exactly brings you to my humble abode?” he asked as he took a gulp of the brandy.

“I was coming into the United states anyway...I knew you worked here still so why not give my middle son a visit? Is that bothersome?” he asked honestly with a serene gaze in his eyes. Chaz shook his head.

“No..no it’s not father. I’m glad to see you.” Ouch that stung his mouth and forced himself to sound enthusiastic about his answer. The older man swirled around the brandy in his small glass as he gazed at his son. He was nearly a spitting image of Charles. He had long blond hair down his back. It was pin straight and not as much lift and curl as Charles’. It was a slight more platinum colored with a tint of white. Ageing had not gotten far with Lance Andrew Winton the fourth. He looked as young as the days he was in college. Charles knew he went to get Botox every year, face lifts, tummy tucks and any kind of surgery that would keep him looking young and beautiful forever. Long as he could pay for it he would get it and a little botox money was saved for just an occasion. God, just the thought that be may possibly end up like this father one day scared him a little. Would he honestly care so much about his looks he’d pay every year to get an unnatural treatment to keep his youth?
He couldn’t even answer that as he shuddered to think.

“So tell me, how long have you and Elise been married?” he asked casually.

“Five years. Haven’t loved her more.” he smiled, lying through his teeth at this and his father ate it up as if it were real. This was bad, trying to impress your own father with beautiful servants and perfect settings as well a trophy wife? He wasn’t sure how long everyone could keep it up without one of them spilling the truth to his father or have him guess what was really going on. His father seemed all to pleased to even guess this all was a big sham in his honor.

“How long have you and Elise been...intimate for?” a small smirk came to his face as Charles tried not to look disgusted with the question.

“A couple of years...fairly recent I suppose.” he said trying not to make it sound like he was clueless.

“Really Charles? I would think you’re the type of man to pounce and demand dominance over someone like that.” he smirked. “Or I could just be thinking of Richard....” Charles’ brow furrowed at the mention of his brother. He did not to well in comparison to them and Lance knew this.

“No...I just wanted to hold back a little more. She has been awfully wanton and I couldn’t deny her for much longer.” That seemed to have perked up Lance’s interest.

“You don’t say...Charles. I must admit...being too blunt a little but I have taken quite an interest in your maids.” Charles tried not to drop his glass as he smiled.

“Which ones sir?” he asked.

“The petite one with the short brown hair. Kind of loud...oh and that luscious honey eyed one. She is quite large in the chest area.” he spoke eagerly as he licked his lips at the mere thought of either one of them.

“Oh yes...you mean Katherine and Cherry. What kind of interest do you have?” he asked, knowing what his answer would be. Lance laughed at his son’s words.

“Honestly Charles it’s been far too long and you know I’m too old and lascivious to play these games” he smirked. “Sexual. Your mother hasn’t been putting out lately.”

“...Mother left you twenty years ago.” Charles sighed. He realized what kind of a beast Lance was and being at that age he probably took a lot of Viagra. There wasn’t a time where Charles wished he didn’t think as much as right now.

“I know! Can you imagine the lust? I’m going out of my mind!” he chuckled, acting as if it were a joke, but Lance was utterly serious. Katherine and Cherry were some of his closest friends. He would never dream of selling them out to his lusty father...he wasn’t sure how he was going to get out of this one without one of the girls ‘helping’ him out. He knew Katherine would never do it without some catch and he was all bribed out. Cherry was his best bet, but he knew Cherry had too many morals to really consider what Chaz would have to ask of her. He stayed silent.

“Come on Charles. They work for you, I’m sure you have tapped one of them on occasion..” he trailed. “Sure they wouldn’t mind something of rougher tastes?” he spoke in earnest just thinking of what an evening he was about to have.

He had with Katherine once....and he feared what she’d do to Lance if she was given the chance to ‘sport’ with him. Even then she was MUCH out of the question! Cherry he has never touched...but he had seen her playing with herself once. It was not only arousing but sweet as well. Kain never touched her when she truly wanted affection. He was a terrible voyeur so he never stuck around for long so watch her ease her stress.

“I don’t know. Ill talk to one of them...”

“I can’t have both?” he teased. Charles took a deep breath as he swigged the rest of his brandy. He looked out to the window and Lance raised a brow.

“When exactly do you plan on doing so?” he asked, finalizing everything. What Lance Winton wanted, he usually got and right now those two girls were on his mind. He sighed and stood up.

“Ill do it now sir.” he replied as he tried not to make himself run right out of the room. What was he possibly going to tell Cherry and Katherine?