Call me (closed)

[AnotherOldGuy]

Coming down from Mount Euphoria, Robert was keenly aware of two things: first, he wanted to have Amy again, and again, and again; and despite the obvious and seemingly-unknown-'til-now pleasure she'd enjoyed, she hadn't cum with him. Robert had a bit of an ego -- actually, it was the size of a T-Rex -- and he wasn't about to send Amy off on her own without having enjoy the best of what he had to offer.

"Come home with me," he whispered into her ear as he pulled her against him so tightly that they felt as though just one body. "Stay with me tonight. Let me make love to you in ways ...ways that the back seat of a car ...even a limo won't let me."

 

[BethJones]

Unsure whether the wettness between her legs was the result of Robert's cum oozing from between her lips or the result of the arousal she felt, Amy hugged Robert close. From what he was saying he at least understood she still had needs to fulfil, something that matt had never seen.

Amy was also surprised that Robert's cock still felt hard inside her, still filled her tight hole. She didn't really want to let him escape her inner folds, yet she knew she couldn't stay here all night.

Amy's response to his request was almost instant, the things she wanted to do with his big cock. Until today she had never realised the delights she could take from a cock. Whether it was down to the size of Robert's cock or just the plain fact he was a more experienced, more considerate lover than the pathertic man who had discarded her tonight.

"Of course I'll come back," Amy's eyes sparkled for teh first time in months she felt like someone wanted her for something other than the potential she offered to pull of a scam.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

The next forty minutes were the longest in Robert's life. Once Amy had said she would go home with him, he had quickly redressed, moved back to the driver's seat, and headed the limo across town to his own apartment.

He pulled the car into the underground garage, slipping it carefully into the corner reserved for his atypically large vehicle. Amy was fully redressed by the time he opened the back door and offered her a hand out. Five minutes later,up six floors and inside his modest home, Robert very quickly pressed Amy up against wall and kissed her passionately as he hurried to undress her.

"I want ...to use my tongue ...on you," he whispered, hoping she knew what his vague declaration meant. Some woman weren't that comfortable with the mouth of a man they hardly knew down on their pussy; Robert felt it important to have Amy's permission first. "Would you like that?"

 

[BethJones]

Amy's head was whirrling, tonight had been a strange mix of ups and downs. The row with Matt had seriuosly dampened her mood. While the encounter with Robert had seriously dampened her pussy.

As Robert took the Limo through the streets Amy wondered what she was letting herself in for. The one thing she was quite certain of was Roberts cock would be planted firmly inside her before the sun rose in the morning. The ride was smooth on the way back to Robert's home. Amy had time to touch up her make up which had smuged during their lovemaking session due to the beads of perspiration that had dripped down her pale skin. Sje had slipped her panties and tights back on and straightened up her dress.

When the limo had come to a halt she looked as smartly dressed as she had done when she had left her own home hours ago. Robert opened the limo door, Amy wasn't sure if this was him still acting in role as the driver or if he was a true gentleman at heart.

With barely a second to take in the surroundings she now found herself in, Robert had pinned Amy to the wall, his tongue passionately exploring her mouth while his hands busily clammered at her clothes.

"I want ...to use my tongue ...on you,...Would you like that?"Robert had asked, never before had Matt even jokingly suggested he would use his tongue anywhere but her mouth. With the slighteset hint of a nod, Robert had begun his descent, he slipped her tights and panties down in a slow delicate movement, the cool air attacking her moist slit, making her throb.

Unsure if Robert remembered his seed was still leaking from her hole, Amy asked quietly "Shall i wash first?"

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Shall I wash first?"

As Robert busied his self with helping her out of one heel then the other so he could strip her out of her lower garments, he remembered one of the first rules of sex that his sailorfather had taught him as a teen going through puberty: You can fuck what you suck, but don't suck what you fuck.. Of course, his very conservative, homophobic dad had equated accidentally getting a taste of your own discharge with sucking another man's cock, which of course the more open minded Robert didn't see as even closely related.

Robert ignored her question. He wasn't concerned about it; he knew where his mouth was going to be and what his tongue was going to be doing. Robert slipped one arm between Amy's legs and reached up to plant his splayed fingers against the wall, lifting her thigh high up to beside his head; then he did the same with his other arm and her other leg. The result was that her full weight was upon his arms, with her back against the wall and her thighs resting upon his powerful biceps. Her thighs wrapped about his head like some form of X-rated ear muffs.

He pressed his mouth to her pussy probing for, them playing with her clitoris. Her reaction was immediate, as was Robert's: he busied himself to find just the perfect manipulation of her sensitive pleasure button ...and then ...simply carried on, knowing that he could keep this up all night if he had to, to ensure that Amy finished this night on the same euphoric mountain top that she'd already put Robert on ...and would do so again before the sun came up.

 

[BethJones]

Amy didn't try to resist as Robert started to lift her onto his biceps, she felt his warm tongue press against her throbbing clit. She squealed in delight, his warm tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her back pressed firmly against the wall as her legs wrapped around Roberts head pulling him closer into her. Her squeals soon turned to screams of pleasure, Robert lapped, nibbled and sucked on her super sensitive clit. Her body began to tremble as his assault continued.

With one final scream "YYyyyy.....eeeee......ssssss," her body rocked with the most fulfilling orgasm she had experienced, even her solo sessions had nevr come close to the high she was now experiencing.

That night she experienced Roberts cock several times, each time he seemed to make her cum harder, until eventually her body had been exhausted by him. She slipped into a deep sleep, her body pleasently tingling. Her worries far from her mind.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Robert stood at the sliding glass door, looking out upon the city immediately below his condo and, beyond it, the river. He'd only lived her for a couple of months; one of his eavesdropping sessions on a limo client had led to a $30,000 up-tick in his bank account, and he'd decided to put that money to good use by investing in a comfortable home and a beautiful view. The building itself wasn't elegant or extravagant -- in fact, from the outside, it wasn't much different from the nasty apartment building he'd moved out of -- but once you entered his front door, you were in a world of beauty and charm, with antiques and world art and real wood furniture and not a hint of cheap, fiber board or throw away products.

No, everything Robert had in his place, from the solid oak kitchen table to the latest high-def, 3D big screen to the silk sheets wrapped around the beauty in his bed ... they were the best he could buy because, while he may not have been the richest man on the planet, he did have a desire to be surrounded by beauty and perfection.

He turned, sipping the steaming coffee from his hand-made, Chilean clay mug, and set his gaze upon Amy. Beauty and perfection. She'd been incredible last night, satisfying him again and again, and responding to Robert's own love making with orgasm after orgasm that he was sure his college age neighbors would be teasing him about tonight when they got together for beers and poker.

Robert had taken quite a chance, fucking his client's woman. If this Matt guy was to learn where Amy had spent the night and how she'd spent it, Robert could be looking for new work. He was an independent contractor -- he own his own car and chose his own clients -- but still, 80% of his work came through City Town Car, a service that connected paying customers to independent town car and limousine owners, and Robert couldn't afford to piss these people off.

In the end, though, Robert had been happy about taking that risk. Amy had been an incredible lover, and while he wasn't sure that having a girl friend was something he wanted in his life right now, he was sure that he wanted to part those thighs again and again in the near future.

Robert's concern, right now, was money. Despite the additional income he'd been bringing in with strategically placed investments, he was still up to his eye balls in debt; student loans from college, an emergency surgery from a couple years back, and a high interest loan he took out to help his parents through the Great Recession had taken a toll on his bank account. He needed money, he needed a lot of money, and he needed it soon!

He went to the kitchen and topped off his coffee, popped a breakfast quiche into the oven to warm it up, and returned to the bedroom to find that Amy had thrown the bedding back, revealing her naked chest. He smiled, remembering when they'd taken a short break around 3am for a snack and some replenishing water. Amy had discovered the pink slip she was only barely wearing now and questioned Robert about it, laughing "I doubt that it fits you!"

Robert hadn't been eager to discuss his Ex-girl friend during a marathon fuck session with a new woman, so he'd claimed his sister had left it behind on a visit. Amy hadn't bought the story -- he could see it in her expression -- and she'd donned the dress to take a walk about the condo in which, so far, she'd only seen the bedroom.

And now that he recalled some of the things they discussed during their breaks in the sex action, Robert realized that aside from the clothes she'd worn to his place, that little pink gown was the only thing Amy had.

And his money turned back to money...

And he wondered, just how in the world is this woman going to make the amount of money she will need to maintain the standard of living she's used to...?

And his gaze fell back to those perfect tits ... his mind returned to their four or five hours of on again, off again talking between orgasms ... about how he'd learned that she'd never been with a man other than Matt until now ... about how she regretted never having experienced pleasure with someone other than that asshole ... about how she didn't know what she was going to do now...

Robert knew a great many women who -- whether they wanted to phrase it this way or not -- fucked the men in their lives for money, not love. It wasn't their fault; it was a man's world, and often a woman found herself trapped in her lover's life with no way out and her needs telling her that spreading her legs for him or filling her mouth of him occasionally was just the cost of having a comfortable life.

Amy wouldn't have looked at it this way, Robert thought; she was too sweet and naive and caring to look at her relationship with Matt as such an arrangement. But whether she looked at it that way or not, Robert knew that that was what their relationship had been like for a few years. So ... if she was sleeping with Matt for, essentially, money ... the question was ... would she sleep with other men for money, too?

Amy couldn't go back to Matt; she'd told Robert as much in between her pre-dawn explosions. And Robert couldn't support her, or -- at least -- he wasn't able to try. He had better used for his money, and paying for sex -- whether in the form of handing Amy cash or just paying her rent and buying her groceries -- just wasn't something he wanted to do at this point. So ...

...what was next for this beautiful, young, erotic woman who, whether she'd known she did before last night or not, had a natural talent for knowing exactly what to do to a man to wrack his body with euphoria.

Robert sat on the edge of the bed, the slight movement being just enough to cause Amy to open her eyes and smile to him. He returned the smile and asked, "Would you like to ride shotgun for me tonight on a job? Sort of ... a trainee Chauffeur...?"

Robert's client tonight was a well-to-do businessman with more money than God and an insatiable yearning for very young women. In the past, after the man had finished his business dealings for the day, Robert had directed his client to bars and dance clubs that featured younger women not adverse to a quickie for a couple of big bills.

And while he didn't know how Amy would react to his suggesting that this might be a way for her to pick up a few bucks, he felt that he should at least present the situation to her. Amy was by no means a professional; hell, she'd admitted to Robert last night that he was only the second man she'd ever even fucked.

But ... she needed money ... she enjoyed last night's sex ... and she was good at what she did. The elements were in place. All Robert had to do was convince her that prostitution might be a good way to go.

 

[BethJones]

The sun had crept through the blinds, the strange warmth bathing her pale skin. Amy had enjoyed the best sleep she had had in a long time. She felt free. As her eyes refocussed she took in the strange surroundings, taking a moment to remember the events of the night before.

Her pussy felt swollen and a little sore, as she rubbed gently over her folds memories of the best sex of her life flooded her head. Robert reappeared at the door, her eyes glanced over his body, remembering every inch of his body. She wriggled to sit against the headboard of the giant sized comfortable bed, her breasts firm and pert peeping through the slightly too large pink slip.

Casually, Amy slipped her hair off her face and behind her ear, she smiled in Robert's direction, "Thank you," she said as she covered up her breasts as best she could. "Thank you for everything," Robert had turned an awful night into a night she would never forget.

"Shotgun... such a kind offer... I should really start to look for a place to stay... i can't stay here and intrude," Amy said sincerley although she actually hoped Robert would let her stay to allow more sex filled nights. The marathon had awakened a dormant beast, a beast that craved satisfaction, craved the touch of a man and craved orgasmic highs.

"I know it is a bit cheeky... i don't suppose your sister left any other clothes lying around?" Amy questioned aware that her clothes from the party were not really the type of clothes to walk around town in during the day and as lovely as the pink slip was it was hardly appropriate.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Thank you," Amy said, covering herself as she sat up against the mass of pillows behind her. "Thank you for everything."

Don't thank me yet, little girl, Robert thought. Not until you learn where this is heading.

"Shotgun... such a kind offer..."

Robert could sense hesitance in her and thought, Oh shit, here comes the "Last night was a mistake and I really should go home to Matt" bit. Fuck!

But then Robert's concerns were allayed when she added, "I should really start to look for a place to stay... i can't stay here and intrude."

All night, even when Amy had been explaining her woes to him in between screws, Robert had feared that most of what she'd been telling him was just spontaneous anger with the man who had been carrying her financially so long and then, apparently, had simply thrown her to the curb. Robert had never been above helping a woman achieve revenge sex, and while Amy had seem sincere the entire night, he knew there had always been the chance that at dawn's early light, she would realize her error and go crawling back to Matt.

Not so! he thought as a slight smirk spread on his lips. She'd out in the cold ... which I really shouldn't be happy about ... but ... oh hell, I'm tickled about it.

"I know it is a bit cheeky, she asked, toying with the pink cloth over a breast, "I don't suppose your sister left any other clothes lying around?"

Robert laughed, leaned in to give her a quick kiss, and stood to head for the closet. His Ex-girlfriend had simply walked out on him one night -- sort of the opposite of what Amy was going through -- leaving a note telling him to pack up her clothes and ship them to her mother's house in Seattle. Robert through open the closet to reveal a rod full of dresses, skirts, blouses, coats, and more; and across the floor, shoes and boxes -- some open to show their contents -- full of hats and purses and everything a woman addicted to spending Robert's money would want.

"Wear what you want," he told Amy. "My, uh ... sister won't mind ... so long as you put it back."

Robert really didn't care whether Amy snatched a couple of items for keeps, of course. He wanted her to feel free to wear anything she liked, and he had never intended to use his money to ship the wardrobe he'd paid for to an Ex who'd simply walked out on him, so the clothes and what-not were just occupying space he could use in other ways.

No, what he meant by his comment was that he wanted Amy to know that this was where the treasure trove of goodies was located, and if she wanted to take advantage of them, she had to come here to get them. Robert knew Amy was in a desperate situation, but a woman like this -- with this beauty, this youth, this vitality, and this talent between the sheets -- could easily find another way through life if she looked hard enough for it.

Robert's task was to keep her from looking! Give her a closet full of clothes, a place to sleep, and a way to make money, even if prostituting oneself wasn't exactly something you put on a resume for a later job search. Keep her here ... keep her happy ... and most importantly, keep her desperate and dependent upon you, he told himself.

"As far as finding a place to stay," he said, heading slowly for the bedroom door, lifting his mug to indicate that again he was going to top it off, "Don't you worry about that for now. You can stay here for a while. I don't mind at all."

He gave her body a very conspicuous ogling before he headed out the door, laughing. I don't mind at all...

 

[BethJones]

Amy heard Robert leave to attend to some buisness, it was early, yet she felt wide awake. Slipping round her feet touched the warm carpetted floor, she stood and walked slowly towards the window. The view was amazing, unlike the one she was used too. Matt's house overlooked a main road, despite being well off his house was modest, Amy never really understood why they had lived there, she had never questioned it.

After exploring the apartment, Amy found the bathroom, it was clean and well organised. Towels hung carefully on the rack, toiletries neatly placed on the shelf. Amy had nagged Matt for years about keeping the bathroom tidy, this was just what she had wanted. The more she looked around, the more she realised how awful her so called relationship with Matt had been.

Amy turned on the taps and began to run a warm bath, she found all she needed quickly. A nice soapy bubble bath. Amy slipped into the bath slowly, the warm water caressing her sensitive parts, which after a night of hard fucking longed to be soothed. Amy slipped down into the bath, the warmth helping to relax her.

As she lay back, her hands gently washed her body, removing the remains of dried on cum from her inner thighs and her small patch of pubic hair. Her fingers lightly danced over her clit, still sensitive from her nights exploits. Her mind wandered back to her activities, she visualised Roberts firm, strong body, his toned chest, his muscular biceps, his tight stomach, his firm ass, his large cock.

The thoughts that filled her head aroused Amy, her fingers couldn't help but dance with her clit. her fingers rubbed wildly at her swollen nub. Harder, faster she rubbed, light circles, rough and hard she played with her large breasts. She tried soft flicks, rough flicks, pinches and pulls. Despite her best efforts, the three climaxes she experienced in the bath were not a patch on those she had experienced last night. Slightly frustrated Amy climbed from the bath, grabbing a large brown fluffy towel she dried herself then wrapped it around herself as she searched for clothes to wear.

Stepping out of the bathroom Amy found teh wardrobe full of clothes, there was so much to choose from. She slipped on a loose fitting hooded sweatshirt and a pair of loose fitting sweat pants. She returned to the bathroom to wash her panties from the night before, doing her best to remove the dried on cum to allow her to have something to wear later that night.

After making a coffee Amy set about looking for somewhere to stay, somewhere to work and more importantly clothes to wear. By mid afternoon she had searched high and low, she had found nothing, accomodation was too expensive and with no deposit she had no chance, clothes cost too much. On the work front there were a couple of minimum wage positions which she began to apply for, aware that some money was better than none.

The day passed slowly, Amy was pleased that she wold have some form of distraction this evening with robert, although all taht she realy wanted was to feel him inside her again.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Robert returned home just before sundown and headed straight for the closet. He dug in the back corner until he found the Hallowe'en costume his Ex had worn to a wealthy client's party two years earlier. He held it out to Amy ... and laughed as she looked at it, asking, "Really...?"

They laughed together, and eventually he convinced her to at least try it on. When she came out of the bathroom, with her hair up in a tight little bun and the accompanying jacket dangling in one hand, Robert smiled appreciatively and said, "My god, Amy ... you're gonna just knock him dead."

Robert hadn't told Amy much about the job tonight, only that his client, Terrance Templeton -- in town for his monthly inspection of one of his businesses -- liked to go out to the high end clubs and spend his money on sexy young women. "He rarely invites women to escort him from one club to the other, though, so ... that would be a good opportunity for you to flirt with him ... maybe pick up some gratuity money at the end of the night."

 

[BethJones]

Amy didn't really have any plan to flirt with Mr Templeton, the only man she wanted was Robert, she was only going along tonight in the hope he would give her what she wanted.

She dressed quickly, although unsure about the attire, she figured it was what Robert wanted and she was happy to oblige. Her panties were damp from the earlier wash and so she had no option other than to wear none beneath the pin striped trousers that hugged her soft curves beautifully.

Amy slipped the jacket over her shoulders, buttoned it up to cover the see through top. As she walked to the car with Robert, the cool chill hardened her nipples making them press tigt against the flimsy white see through material of teh top, she was glad the jacket covered her.

She sat next to Robert on their drive to the client, she flirted a little with Robert as they travelled.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Terrence Templeton stood outside the Industrial Benefits building with a handful of men and women, laughing and talking animatedly. Each of them were dressed formally -- suits or dresses -- but each was showing signs that their work day was over, from loosened ties on the men to hair buns pulled loose to allow masses of curly locks to fall to bare shoulders on the women.

"Step out," Robert said softly to Amy as he unbuckled and opened his own door. "Move to the back door. Let him see you."

Robert circled around the back of the limousine to stand at station just before the rear wheel well, instructing Amy to stand on the opposite side of the back door. After a moment, he saw Mister Templeton glance toward the limo ... and quickly do a double take at Amy. He smiled a bit, not enough for either of them to notice. He likes her ... I like money ... now, to get her to like him enough, or money enough, to do what's needed.

With a mayhem of shaking hands and cheek kisses, the group broke up and Mister Templeton headed for the car. His gaze shifted several times, from Robert's face to Amy's face, back to Robert then to Amy's breasts, back to Robert then to Amy's legs... Robert watched the man's eyes closely, seeing them take a walk over his new lover's entire form.

His client stepped up and shook his hand, exchanging greetings and discussing the names and reputations of a few new clubs either of them had learned about since the last time they'd worked together.

Then, Terrance looked to Amy with a polite smile, again letting his eyes drop to her body for a moment. He extended his hand to her, saying, "Hello. I'm Terry. Can I buy you a home or a yacht or something...?"

 

[BethJones]

Amy giggled like a school girl as Terrance took her hand and offered to buy her a home or a yacht or something. She giggled at his joke, he was joking she thought to herself as she was eyed up.

"Maybe a drink?" Amy replied in jest. as she took his hand, "I'm Amy." This was the strangest situation she had ever found herself in, a strange man who wasn't drunk offering to buy her anything she wanted, more to the point on the day after she had literally lost everything.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Amy, is it?" Terry said softly. "Very nice to meet you."

He maintained his soft hold of her hand long enough for Amy to know it was no longer simply polite greeting and now simple flirtation. Then, he let go of her and said to Robert, "Shall we...? Club One to start."

"Yes sir," Robert said, moving to open the door.

Terry entered the limo, giving Amy one last once-over.

Robert closed the door and, as he passed Amy whispered, "You're in, baby. He likes you."



They hit Club One, then Maximilian's,, then Yanni's, all in under two hours. At each stop, Robert directed Amy to open the passenger side door for the client, and at each stop, Terry again ogled Amy a bit more conspicuously.

As they drove away from Twenty-Twenty, Terry -- who had been on his cell to clients or friends every moment -- finally started a conversation with his drivers, asking, "So, Robert ... what's the story with you and your beautiful assistant there...? Girl friend...? Lover...?"

His tone was friendly and polite, probing but not invasive.

"Oh nothing like that, Mister Templeton," Robert said quickly. "She's just another driver with the company ... trainee, actually."

Robert glances out of the corner of his eye, wanting to see Amy's reaction ... but at the same time, fearful of what it might be...

 

[BethJones]

Amy heard the words "...just another driver with the company ... trainee, actually." her heart sank, whilst she knew this was no whirlwind romance and didn't expect Robert to confess his undying love for her she had at least expected more than just being bated aside as another driver.

Uneasy with the revalation, Amy adjusted her clothing making sure everything was covered up. Yet again she had fallen into a trap, dependent on someone who dosen't care about her. Sitting next to Robert made her boil with rage, how could he have used her?

The journey was frosty with limited exchanges between Robert and Amy. After the next club, Amy suggested riding in the back to assist with her training. She wanted to work out a way to move on, get away from Robert and be free of any dependance on any man.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Robert was beginning to think he might have to flag a cab for Amy soon and tell Terry she had another job to do or some other bullshit story; the front of the limo was beginning to feel frostier than the North Pole and he was fearing that any moment the silence building was going to become a loud explosion.

His intention in calling her just another driver, of course, had been to make Amy appear unattached, not alienate her; but, he'd succeeded very well at both. Robert doubted that she realized that he had actually been setting her up as available to Terry; if she had, she likely would have slapped the shit out of him and told him to pull over immediately.

He'd thought that at some point he'd come up with a way to inconspicuously put the two of them together, but he simply hadn't come up with a way. And then, like a god send, Amy herself suggested that she sit in the back with Terry, in her words, to assist with her training. He knew, of course, that she just wanted the fuck away from him; he'd hurt her feelings, he realized, and he felt bad about that, but more than anything else, he was tickled pink for the opening.

Robert's spirits jumped even higher when Terry -- who obviously had overheard the softly whispered suggestion -- quickly called forward, "Excellent idea. Pull over, Robert. Here's good."

Robert slowed the limo and stopped close to the curb. He thought he should confirm with Amy that this was what she wanted to do. But, more important to him right now than their own personal relationship was his business relationship with the well-to-do client.

He half glanced back through the open divider and asked with a hopeful tone, "Mister Templeton, would you mind very much telling Amy a little bit about client expectations ... the good, the bad, and the ugly of driving a limo ... that kind of stuff...? I can teach her from the Chauffeur's point of view, but some times--"

"She needs to hear it from the customer's point of view," Terry finished for him, "Absolutely. Hop on back here Amy, and I'll tell you how it is."

Robert looked to Amy and, silently, mouthed, Okay...?

 

[BethJones]

Amy just glared at Robert as he mouthed the word Okay? Of course she was OK she was going to be travelling in the back away from him.

Amy settled into the back, rememering what had happened last time she had taken a seat in here. Her mind wandered remebering how her antics had landed her at Roberts house and led her to the best sex of her life.

Amy smiled polietly at Terry. She still felt tense from her earlier disagreement with Robert, she tried to relax although it didn't come easy. The fact that she was yet again in the back of a Limo with a complete stranger hadn't escaped her.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Terry had moved forward to the back-facing seat. As soon as Amy was seated across from him, he half glanced over his shoulder and directed, "Take the usual route, Robert, please. And if you don't mind..."

Terry looked back to Amy, allowing his eyes to drop to her beautiful body for just a short moment before looking back over his shoulder again to say, "And please ... run up the divider."

"Yes sir," Robert responded.

A moment later the glass divider rose, and no sooner did it close fully then the solid divider rose in the same way. Terry and Amy were all alone in the back, totally isolated from Robert ... except, of course, for the secret intercom that Robert immediately activated as he pulled out away from the curb and headed for the Parker Highway, a smooth piece of road that cut through the countryside, getting closer to one of Terry's properties at which he liked to entertain his beautiful, young female guests.

Terry wasted no time in getting to know Amy further. He asked polite questions, then more personal questions. She answered him, sometimes directly, sometimes vaguely; he could see there was something she was hiding -- a recent loss maybe, or disappointment -- but he didn't pursue the topic because, one, he didn't want to pry and, two, he really didn't care.

Terry was after one thing and one thing only: making Amy comfortable enough with him to spend the night in his bed. If he could get her to do so out of lust or curiosity or boredom or even out of revenge to who ever this guy was her recently hurt her, that would be perfect. But, he was also ready to offer her incentive, in the form of hundred dollar bills, if that was necessary.

Terry had never bought the story that Amy was a trainee chauffeur, of course. He'd initially thought Robert was passing his girlfriend off as such to spend some more time with her. Perhaps she'd accused him of partying with the rich clients and partaking of some of the booty discovered at the clubs they visited.

Then, after Robert had said she wasn't his girl friend, he'd assumed she was a hooker, here for Terry's pleasure should his ventures into the clubs not gain him what he needed in female companionship for the evening.

And as they pulled off the highway and up the cobblestone drive to what was, essentially, his vineyard vacation home, that's where his brain was as he asked, "Would you be interested in spending the night with me, Amy. I assure you ... it would be worth your while."

He knew that his last comment wasn't very subtle, but he wanted to make sure that she knew where he was trying to take this without having to actually said the word money.

 

[BethJones]

Amy was still naive about the men of the world, last nights encounter hadn't sumk in as a leson that men wanted her body, they wanted her to pleasure them. Out of spite, Amy agreed the dots still not completely joined in her head as to what she was really agreing too.

Amy smiled and accepted Terry's kind offer of a place to stay. She just wanted at this point to be as far away from Robert as she could and with no where else to spend the night Terry's pffer was certainly attractive.