The Client

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These



Despite the depth of her sleep, the knock brought Josephine awake instantly.

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She did bother to dress. She padded down the suite’s short entry hall on feet as bare as the rest of her. Still groggy from
her recent orgasm, she rested her head against the cool white enamel paint of the door.

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“Hello?” she called with a raspy voice, then finished with an unnecessary question. “Who is it?”



 

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Should I stay or should I go?

There was no response to his first knock. Marcus felt a bit awkward out in the hall, the fine liquor and caviar in his hands. However, he had not come here to just turn around.

He knocked again, and this time he was sure he heard a bit of rustling and movement inside. For a moment he was alarmed, hopefully she was okay?

Before he heard words he could feel her, it was a different energy, intimate, reverent. He instinctively pressed his forehead against the door, softy whispering, "I'm here Josephine, I'm here."

“Hello?” ... “Who is it?” Marcus raised his head, and just stared at the door. Was she asleep, was she alone? "It's Marcus, Josephine...I would like to see you, would you let me in?"
 
Ambiguity



“I would like to see you,” Marcus said through the door. He almost sounded nervous, taking place for once of his perpetual self-confidence. “Would you let me in?”

For a moment, Josephine didn’t move.

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Despite
her recent orgasm, a sudden wave of desire warmed her loins. From the image of Jasmine mounting Marcus’s large erection, which had inspired her earlier masturbation, she suddenly envisioned herself doing it. Her nipples hardened painfully, and the wetness returned between her thighs.

“I’m not dressed,” she replied, as if that somehow ansered his request.



 

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An Interesting Twist

Marcus had leaned back against the door, somehow sure she was there.

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He was losing faith, about to give up. Maybe she was sound asleep?“I’m not dressed,”she was alive, and he smiled at the candor. “Ah, a woman who sleeps au natural, what a refreshing change....Josephine, I would like to see you, and talk. I come with gifts...I have certainly seen women naked before, I won’t attack you...unless that is what you desire?”

He laughed, “Please just open the door, and change if you must.”


 
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Hesitation



“Please just open the door,” Marcus suggested with a chuckle. “And change if you must.”

It took Josephine a moment to respond.

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“Give me a moment, please,” she insisted.

She went to the suite’s bathroom where a pair of plush white terrycloth robes bearing the hotel’s monogram hung. She put one on, wrapped it tightly around herself, and secured the sash with a knot. Only then did she return to the door, remove the chain, and open it.

Her voice grew formal and monotone.

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“How might I help you, Mr. Washington?”



 

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Bearing Gifts

“How might I help you, Mr. Washington?” He walked in smiling, he admired the robe and longed to be the one to slip it off her body.

"Mr. Washington hmmm? Is it really that important to make evident your utter disdain for me? I have brought cognac and caviar, because I want to be friends, oh, I want to be more, yes, but I do want to be friends? My question is why don't you?"

He walked around the palatial suite, he opened the blinds and enjoyed the beautiful views, the smell of the tropical flowers. "It isn't as if I am not treating you well, is it? And at least I have been honest, not playing games to woo you, I have been honest that I would like to take you to bed? Would you prefer me be deceitful, and despite your refusal I have respected it, and I treat you as a partner when we discuss business, no?"

He opened the cognac and poured it into their snifters, handing her the glass he set the caviar on the table. "What have I done so wrong, why don't you like me? Or at least respect me? Are you so sure I'm wrong about your husband? Or is it you're afraid I'm right?"

 
Irrelevance



“It’s ‘Mr. Washington’ because it’s late at night and I’m in just a robe, so I want to ensure you understand any contact between us will remain primarily professional in nature.”

Josephine saw the hurt in Marcus’s eyes, and considered his inquiries. She sat in one of the chairs flanking a round oak table near the balcony door — being careful, in the short robe, not to flash him — and motioned for him to sit in the other. When he had done, she pivoted toward him and smiled.

“In truth, Marcus, I do like and, especially, respect you. But it doesn’t matter if you’re ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ about Brian. He’s my husband. I took a vow. That’s the end of it.”



 
“It’s ‘Mr. Washington’ because it’s late at night and I’m in just a robe, so I want to ensure you understand any contact between us will remain primarily professional in nature.”


Marcus gazed her up and down. "Yes you are, and a robe looks very good on you."

He let his eyes linger, her toned legs, leading to a body crying out for attention.

“In truth, Marcus, I do like and, especially, respect you. But it doesn’t matter if you’re ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ about Brian. He’s my husband. I took a vow. That’s the end of it.”

He fixed some caviar and poured the brandy and handed it to her. He moved closer to her and leaned in front of her on one knee.

"You know, in my experience, women who sleep nude, were either with a lover, or fantasizing about a lover, when they went to bed. So, I will make you a little bet. When you went to bed, you were fantasizing about someone, and if you were, then I hope you might enjoy if that man does this?"

Marcus slid his hands inside her robe and leaned in an brought his lips to hers, brushing them lightly then pressing in for a passionate kiss....


 
Surprise!



Marcus’s wholly inappropriate — thus wholly unexpected — kiss caught Josephine so entirely off guard that it took her almost two long seconds to respond. In that time, his tongue slipped into her mouth and tickled her palate while his hands moved up her legs, stroking the top of her thighs from her knees to her hips. This latter caress caused her to moan involuntarily as she jerked back from the kiss.

She turned her face away to the right and shoved his hands off her legs, causing the bottom of her robe to part and fully expose her womanhood to him. She immediately clamped her thighs together and adjusted her robe to cover herself, keeping the hem clenched in each fist on either side of the opening.

With her face still turned away, she demanded: “Don’t... You cant....”



 
Brain says "no"...body says "yes"


Marcsus' hands had almost had a mind of their own. He had fully intended to kiss her but as he leaned forward, his hands had slid inside the lower hem of her robe, and once there naturally traveled over firm smooth thighs and moved easily toward the epicenter of her femininity.

He not only heard her moan, but he felt her lips and tongue engaged. He had no doubt he had indeed been the source of her pre sleep fantasy, he wondered if he had made her cum. The man in her mind might or might not have, the man in front of her would!

She turned her head away, always playing her role. “Don’t... You cant....” He had no intention to do anything non consensual, but whether she truly wanted to deny him was very much open to debate. He moved slowly but confidently and took the back of her head in his strong hand and again pressed into a kiss and held it. His other and came up, caressed her breast, and softly teased her nipple. It lasted all of three or four seconds.

"I am not going to rape you or hurt you, but you know damn well it was me who put you to sleep naked and satisfied earlier, and you know damn well how your body responded to my kiss. You can try to refuse me, and convince yourself all you want that you want to be the chaste wife. But check between your legs, and tell me your body doesn't crave the adventure I represent. I have no desire to break up your marriage, or end your security...I just want your body to enjoy what you know it craves. Tell me, any of what I said is wrong?"

 
With Respect



“I...” Josephine knew Marcus would see through any lie. He almost certainly could smell her musk filling the room from her sodden folds. Besides, as a fundamentally honest person, she knew she lacked the experience in deception to bluff so shrewd a businessman. She forced herself to meet his questing gaze. “You’re right. I.... This is the first time I have ever... um... ever been tempted.... I....”

She felt a flush of shaming embarrassment color her cheeks and could not help but drop her eyes to the floor. “But I just can’t! I understand that you’d still respect me afterward.... maybe even more for the courage it would take... but I can’t do it... because I wouldn’t respect myself!

She again looked up. Her eyes now pleaded with him. “Please leave.”



 
“You’re right. I.... This is the first time I have ever... um... ever been tempted.... I....”

He saw the conflict, "You were?" and he smiled, although it would be a hollow victory.

“But I just can’t! I understand that you’d still respect me afterward.... maybe even more for the courage it would take... but I can’t do it... because I wouldn’t respect myself!”

"Josephine, why? I understand that more than you might think, but not here, your husband is not worthy of the high bar you hold yourself true...your relationship is not what you believe. How can I show you..."

However, she cut him off.

“Please leave.”

Marcus stepped back and then reached out and touched her hand. "I told you I wouldn't force myself on you, and I won't and wouldn't. I like you Josephine, but I am going to show you who you are married too, the commitment you hold so sacred....Good night."

Marcus walked out and as he entered his own villa, he was calling Brian, "Brian, Marcus here, you and I need to talk..."



 
Missed Connection



“I am going to show you who you are married too, the commitment you hold so sacred...” Marcus made this sound like a perilous threat. He opened the door behind him and backed out of the suite. “Good night.”

The door closed normally, yet somehow gave Josephine the impression that Marcus had slammed it shut. She sat for a moment, stunned by the turn of events. She had again repulsed Marcus’s advances, yet somehow felt like she had no control over any part of the circumstances.

I am going to show you who you are married too. Marcus’s parting words kept repeating in her head. She had to call Brian, not to relate to him what had happened — she might never do that — but to find consolation in his voice.

It took her a minute to find her phone. She had never removed it from her travel bag. Her hands trembled when she lifted it to her lips and spoke, her discomposure evident even to her own ears.

“S... S... He... Hey, Siri.... C-call my husband’s iPhone.”

The machine complied, but the call went straight to Brian’s voice-mail.

 
The Offer, He Can't Refuse

"Things are pretty good Brian, but well I am not really getting what I need."

Marcus listened to Brian, he assumed the man was panicking in his office, not sure what Marcus was referencing...

"Brian, let's face it, I think you know I could use many firms for what I will need for this casino. But for the firm I choose I am expecting my legal fees to run near $10 million, don't you agree?"

He waited for Brian to confirm. "The reason I gave you this opportunity was due to how impressed I was with you wife. But the more time I spend with her, I can't be around her and not enjoy her intimately. I would understand if you couldn't do that, but I just can't continue with our relationship, if we can't get past that. I don't know if it is just a night, or I will need more, but it is only while we are working this close..but well, it is what it is...for us to work together, I need it to be okay with you and for her to understand that you are okay with my requirement here...and that our partnership can evolve to this higher level?"
 
Brian sat at his desk in his home office, staring at his thumb on the red circle on the phone screen, having just ended the call. He thought... He knew... he should feel outrage. He felt numb.

He had not agreed to Marcus Washington's outrageous terms, but he hadn't rejected them, either. He had weaseled out of making a definitive response. He had acted like a lawyer, not as a husband, not like a man.

He lifted his thumb, dismissed the current window, and brought up the "missed calls" list. Josephine's call showed red on the top. He easily guessed why she had called when she did. Somehow feeling it redeemed his earlier cowardice with Marcus, even while knowing it didn't, he immediately tapped on his wife's name to return her attempted call.
 
Hope



Josephine sat on the bed in her suite, staring at her phone. She had not left Brian a message. She did not know what to tell him.

Then, the phone came to life in her hand. Her husband’s picture, name, and number appeared on its screen. She pressed the green circle beneath the photo of his smiling face.

“Brian?” She asked needlessly, and so continued without confirmation. “I’m so glad you called. I really needed to hear your voice! Marcus has just been a monster since we got here.”

 
Following Through

Marcus liked Josephine, liked her a lot. He saw so much potential in her, so many things she could be, if she could loosen herself of the anchor that was her husband.

She had been honest with him and he appreciated her candor, almost as much as he despised her answer. "Security" a girl born on the wrong side of the tracks had found safety, and it didn't matter how mind numbingly boring it was, at least she could sleep at night with a full stomach.

There weren't many people that could excite Marcus, but Josephine had, and now he would try to remove her from her shackles. He smiled to himself at the irony of a black man attempting to free the upper class white woman from her own special slavery. To do that he had to risk losing her completely.

Back in his room, he called his personal counsel, Steven Danielsen.

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"Steve, I need you to put our new Tax Counsel on the Caribbean property on notice, I believe we have to provided 30 days notice of termination, I have found Brian belligerent on a few issues, this will either get him in line or we will indeed terminate....please send it as soon as possible..yes, within the hour will be good. I want no mistake on how serious I am on this matter."

Marcus smiled to himself, he wasn't bluffing. Now he would see what Brian was really made of.
 
"I really needed to hear your voice!" Josephine sounded really shaken, even over the phone. "Marcus has just been a monster since we got here."

Brian hardly noticed. Marcus's threat had him shaken, too. His voice sounded grave when he spoke.

"Are you sure you're not doing anything to lead him on? He says he cannot work with you because of how he's physically attracted to you. I know how sensual you can act, especially when you've had a drink or two. Maybe you did that with him. Marcus is by an order of magnitude the biggest client I've ever landed. Please don't blow this deal for me!"
 
Resigned to this Reality



“Please don’t blow this deal for me!” Brian pleaded over the phone.

Josephine felt like a baseball the moment a bat connects with it to hit a home run. Her whole body tensed with almost physical pain in reply to her emotional anguish. Then she collapsed back onto the mattress, feeling fully crushed.

“Don’t worry, Brian,” her voice had fallen to a low, monotonous murmur. “Just like I always do for you, I’ll do what’s necessary.”

She hung up and tossed the phone to a far corner of the mattress. After several benumbed minutes, she got up, locked the suite’s door, including the safety chain, then fell back into bed. Still in the plush robe, she crawled under a blanket.

She wondered if Brian appreciated the full implication of what he’d said. It didn’t matter. As always, he’d put his career ahead of her and their marriage. It only differed as a matter of degrees. Physically run down, emotionally exhausted, and resigned to this reality, she quickly fell asleep.

 
Now We Wait

Marcus hung up from his call with Steven, they were quickly getting to the point where this was going to move quickly one direction or another.

If he was going to have Josephine he didn't want her because Marcus had black mailed Brian, but because she understood she was with the type of man who could be blackmailed, and instead wanted a man who had no desire to ever use her fo something as crass and temporal as money.

He stripped down and took a shower, and came out of the restroom still wet and wearing gym shorts.

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He looked at his watch, it was near midnight. He slid the shorts down his muscular body, his cock idly lying between his legs. He wondered what the night or next day would bring, would they enjoy each other and see what they could be, or would she head home and their relationship be over?

He was going to bed...but sleep would be elusive.

 
Restless



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Josephine woke up naked. The plush robe she’d worn to bed lay crumpled and twisted into the damp sheets next to her. She must have shrugged it off in her sleep as too warm. Although she remembered none of it, not even dreams, she’d clearly had a restless night’s sleep.

Then she remembered why. She stared out of the bedroom at the suite’s locked entrance door. Through there and across the hall, Marcus slept in his identically luxurious accommodations. Possibly, he had already awoken and awaited her.

Did he know she had spoken to Brian last night?

Marcus had promised to show to her the sort of man she had married. He had succeeded. Now, she had to decide what to do about it.

She could delay that decision for a little while. She got up and went to shower. For the next hour, at least, she could maintain an illusion of normalcy.



 

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Knock, Knock??

Tossing and turning sleep is not just elusive, it is impossible. How can he possibly be this tormented. He is acting like a schoolboy with his first crush, not a man regularly listed as one of the country's most eligible bachelors.

He needs to clear the air regarding one thing...oh he would fire Brian, he was only hanging by a thread anyway, but her, she would be taken care of. Whether or not they could work together, he wasn't sure, but she would be compensated and she would have opportunities.

He didn't dress, this conversation would be short, it had been a test of Brian, that was all. Shirtless and in his shorts he found himself at her door.

Knock, Knock...."Josephine, could we speak for a moment?"
 
Girding Her Loins



Josephine selected the most masculine outfit she had packed. It occurred to her that her next interaction with Marcus might become a negotiation. She wanted to meet him on equal footing. She had just finished dressing when the inevitable knock came at the door.

“Josephine,” Marcus’s muffled voice again seemed to lack some of its usual brash confidence. “Could we speak for a moment?”

Josephine opened the door fully and greeted him with a slight and very formal smile. “Of course, Mr. Washington. Won’t you please come in?”

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A Late Night Negotiation....

Marcus couldn't help but smile when she opened the door. It was 3 AM, he had heard her showering and assumed she was restless too. But she obviously felt the need to posture, and so he simply smiled, shirtless and in gym shorts.

“Of course, Mr. Washington. Won’t you please come in?”

He chuckled, "Mr. Washington is it? Very formal for a woman I left naked in her robe, not all that long ago....and interesting attire you have on now, you do realize it is 3 AM correct? Were you planning to go negotiate additional towels or soaps from the chamber made?"

He was laughing as he reached out and took her hand. "It doesn't have to be this hard, and you don't have to try so hard to make this seem horrible. I gave you a gift tonight Josephine, I showed you the true colors of the man you married. However, I am not a horrible man, and I am not going to force you into my bed. If you want to leave here, leave Brian, I will make sure there is $3 million in an untraceable account for you to access. He is a weak man, a pig who plays that he is so successful while riding his wife's coattails and charms. He is an average, maybe above average attorney, but whose skills are completely fungible. Do not let him whore you out anymore and then make you feel you are reliant on him."

He took a breath and turned her toward him. "He gave you a hall pass, I know he did, I know him, I know his character or lack thereof. I could hear his wheels turning the minute I called him. Now you need to decide if you take it? I am not going to stop wanting you, but I will stop pushing myself on you. You deserve to enjoy a real man...I would like to be that man, and then decide what you want with your life...but I need you to make that choice willingly, so you have financial independence...."

He suddenly pulled her close and gave her a long, passionate kiss, before releasing her. "The rest is up to you..." And with that he turned around and began to walk away to let himself out.
 
Offer and Acceptance



Josephine tried to hide her shock when Marcus mentioned the time. Between jet-lag and emotional agitation, her body had fooled her. When she’d gotten up earlier, she had felt fully awake, as if from a full night’s sleep. In her consternation with Brian and this whole distressing scenario, she had neither looked at the time nor opened the heavy drapes on the windows. She’d simply assumed morning had come. She now felt like a fool.

Marcus’s harsh analysis of her husband didn’t help. Given her background, she had always thought she had married “up.” Now, she realized how she had fooled herself by focusing on the wrong criteria. In this confounded state, she neither resisted, nor particularly cooperated with, Marcus’s kiss.

“The rest is up to you,” Marcus said immediately afterward, then turned to leave.

Unsure how he would interpret any further delay, she effected the decision she had made during her phone call with Brian, when she promised to “
do what’s necessary.”

“I accept your offer,” Josephine announced plainly before Marcus could leave. “Shall we discuss terms?”


 
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