Property of Lisa Manoban | JenLisa [?]

I pulled the small white skirt that was supposed to be covering my ass lower. I swear, when Wendy says slutty, she means slutty. My hair was in a ponytail, my bangs falling on my forehead. I rolled my shoulders, trying to adjust the tight black tank top that pushed my chest up higher and showed off my curves.

Sighing, I gave up and just leaned against the pillar outside the building where Lesedi was supposed to meet me. All I could think of was the look Lisa gave me when she saw what I was wearing. At first, she had just froze and her eyes run down my body in a way that made me want to squirm but then her brows creased in anger and she turned away and left.

That was the last I'd seen of her since the three hour drive here. Wendy and Nancy had woken me up at four in the freaking morning to get here. I hadn't even slept for that long but I had enough energy to continue with the rest of my day.

I yawned, completely bored with all this waiting. I closed my eyes and tried to get some peace. Its been a while since I meditated honestly. Last I remember, I was at the top of the mall's roof, just before Lisa found me and the idiot chicken guy who probably saved me from bruising.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Khumalo, but Khloe is unavailable today. Her grandmother died and she went for her funeral last week but over here is Katie. She was brought in from one of the country clubs up north a few days ago and everyone says she's just a peach."

I stood up straighter and forced a polite smile on my face as Lesedi and the older man who I guessed run most of the course walked up to me. Lesedi wasn't actually bad looking. High cheekbones and a slim figure, he did look like a lady's man.

"Hi, Mr. Khumalo. I'm Katie Johnson," I chirped in an American accent. Lesedi's eyes wondered over my form and there was no mistaking the eagerness that slipped into his posture and unlike Lisa, his presence disgusted me to the core.

"All is good, Micheal. I'll take Katie," he said, patting the older man on the back. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"No problem, Mr. Khumalo. Katie? Get a cart and be on your way," Micheal said, all to eager to get Lesedi going.

"Sure thing. If you'd just follow me, Mr. Khumalo." I waved him over and turned, making my way to the cart they'd given me. Lesedi followed behind me and I gave an extra sway to my hips just in case.

I got in the golf cart with him not far behind and off we went.

"I had already packed everything you need, Mr. Khumalo. If you have any issues, just tell me and I'll have it fixed as fast as I can," I said happily. I seriously had to keep this up for an hour?

"How old are you, Katie?"

"I just turned 17 last week sir," I said, parking at our first stop and sliding out of the cart, noticing how his eyes lingered on my thighs.

Fucking pedophile.

I pulled out the bag with his clubs and we went to the starting point. I did whatever a caddy girl does which I had no clue on. I was just winging it but Lesedi didn't seem to tell so I just continued with it. Every time he'd get a hole in one, I'd cheer and hold his forearm, squeezing it tightly and letting go.

And boy did he notice.

The hour was getting done faster than I'd imagined and Lesedi was getting handsier by the minute. When he smacked my ass, I had the urge to screw the whole plan and kill him myself but I'd noticed another guy following him from a distance, probably his guard.

"Uh... Mr. Khumalo, sir?" I asked timidly, inching closer to him so our bodies touched. I needed a full body scrub after this.

"Yes, Katie?" he whispered bringing his face closer to mine.