In This Town: Chapter Nine: Out of Town Business Trip

Chapter Nine: Out of Town Business Trip

I awoke Monday morning to an email from Joe, with details of my first out of town excursion. I would fly into Seattle late Monday night, would be picked up in a limo at SEA-TAC and whisked to the penthouse apartment of one C. Edgar Lewis, a family friend of Joe, his brother's wife's sister's brother in law to be exact. Or something like that. I would spend three days in Seattle as an escort for Mr. Lewis, attending all his nightly functions and attending to his nightly needs as requested. My services would be lavishly compensated. Furthermore, this gig could be an ongoing if I was found pleasing to the great Mr. Lewis.

I was shivering with anticipation. I packed my bag before heading off to work. I let Max know, happily, that I would be “out of town on business” for the next few days. He gave me a wink and promised not to throw any wild parties while I was away. That, he assured me, was definitely all in my field.

The modeling job in the afternoon, usually a fun past-time, seemed to drag on. However, during breaks I found Riley to be an excellent source of interesting conversation and amusement. He sipped on his cup of coffee while telling me about his family back home, the father, the mother, the little sister, and the dog, and how much he loved his job at the comic store (sarcasm indeed but it wasn't all that terrible after all.) I loved hearing his impressions he quietly whispered to me of Ken and the other students. As I continued the poses for the rest of the day, I kept stifling giggles within as I surge of joy rushing through me as I thought of Riley. What was happening to me?

At the end of the day, I managed to stem off Ken's request of a $200 blow-job (he has to go through Joe after all, right?) in order to give Riley a lift to work. When he got in my little blue bug, he noticed the packed bags in the back seat.

“Going somewhere?” he wanted to know.

“Oh, um, yeah,” was all I could stammer. For some reason, it was increasingly hard to lie around this guy, increasingly hard to be discreet about my secret life. But, what would he think of me if he knew? And, why did his opinion matter at all? He was just a kid in the art class, right?

“When will you be back?”

“A few days,” I pulled up along side the curb and he moved to grab his bags.

“You got time to come in the shop,” he said, smiling at me. I melted inside as a joyful surge of infatuation rushed through me.

“Yeah,” I squeaked. What was happening here? I followed him down the block and into the backdoor of the comic book store.

Inside the store, various different styles of games lined the walls, shelves of various comic books surrounded a table full of gamers deep in the midst of some role-playing game, I smirked amusingly at my surroundings. Such a far cry from my other life. Riley's co-worker, a heavy set geeky girl, greeted him. Riley led me over to a corner full of DVDs and video cassettes.

“We rent and sell,” he explained. He held up one DVD. “You mentioned you used to be into anime?”

I nodded. “This is one I think you would like,” I looked it over.

“In-u-yasha?” He nodded back.

“Maybe when you get back we can watch it together?” My heart raced at the thought and all I could do was nod.

I rushed back to my car and hurried home. I found Max sitting on the couch watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal. He was ready to drive me to the airport before he started work.

“What's up?” he said, noticing my excited demeanor.

“I'll tell you about him, I mean, it in the car,” I said breathlessly.

Max drove my car expertly towards the city near by where the airport was.

“So, who is he?”

“Just a friend,” I began.

“Yeah, right,” he laughed. “Like Joe is just a friend!”

“No, really, Riley is a really nice guy!”

“Riley?”

“Yeah,” I continued. “A student in the art class.”

“So?” he asked. “What's he like? He a client?”

“No!” I declared adamantly. “He's just a nice kid.”

“Oh,” he began. “Oh, I see.”

“What?” I asked, feeling my face growing red. “What?”

“You like him,” Max teased. “You like this Riley person.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, looking out the window.

“You should have seen yourself coming home this afternoon,” was Max's reply.

“Well, yeah, I guess I do,” I confessed slowly. “He sort of asked me on a date, to watch an anime film.”

“Oh, a geeky guy!”

“Shut up!” I demanded.

“Sorry,” Max said.

“Its just so confusing,” I continued. “I can't like him, not someone like him.”

“Why?” Max wanted to know.

“He's so...so...normal,” I stammered.

“So, what's wrong with normal?”

“I don't know,” I started then continued, “Its just not me.”

“So, life with Joe and the all the rest is by far better?”

“Well,” I began slowly. “It fits me.”

At the airport, we said our good-byes at the entrance and I hurried inside, through security, and waited at the gate. Finally, I boarded the plane and watched from my first class window as the Southern Oregon landscape beneath me faded away.

A few hours later, the plane made its descent into Seattle. I watched gasping with delight as the beautiful city that would become my favorite twinkled thriving beneath me.

Exiting the airplane and entering the airport, I quickly ducked into a nearby bathroom, my luggage trailing behind me, to freshen myself up. I must make a good first impression even if I was tired after a long flight.

I made my way to the front of the airport to where the various drivers awaited their guests. Standing in front of a white limo stood an older man in a classic driver outfit holding a sign with the name, “Anna Zin” across it. I smiled with glee at the details Joe had gone, to secure my identity and also help develop my altar-ego. I hurried over to the gentleman and introduced myself. He introduced himself as Mr. Smith. He opened the back door of the limo for me and took my luggage around to the trunk. I slipped into the backseat and across from me sat a rather handsome man in a tuxedo.

“Hello,” I began.

“Hello,” said the man in a deeply rich voice.

“Mr. Lewis, I presume?”

“Ed will do,” he introduced himself. “Hello, Anna.”

“Hi,” was all I managed. Ed's manner and voice was hypnotic and I was near to melting. I could only imagine what sex would be like with him.

“You come with high recommendations,” he continued. I smiled. “Would you like a glass of champagne?”

“Why, thank you,” I said, at last regaining my composure. He leaned over towards a small wet bar in the middle of his seat, opened it, and brought out two glasses and the bottle. He handed me one and poured the bubbly liquid into the glass. I sipped it slowly and watched him.

“Mr. Smith will take care of all the financial obligations for you when we get to my place,” he said, leaning back and taking me in. I was wearing a red, tight mini-dress with black heels. A small black purse with all the necessary supplies hung around my neck and shoulder. I glanced out the window towards the blurry passing city.

“Ever been to Seattle?” came Ed's question. I shook my head and stared outward, in amazed rapture.

“It's quite beautiful.”

I nodded, then turned back and noticed he was looking at me. I sipped my drink and then said,

“Yes, it is.”

The car turned into a carport, parked, and we got out. Ed took my hand and led me towards an elevator. Mr. Smith followed wheeling my bags behind him. As the elevator rose, the garage gave way and the city appeared outside the elevator windows. Ed still held my hand tightly, as if I was about to jump through the glass.

At the top floor, the elevator stopped and the doors opened onto the soft carpet of the entrance towards his penthouse. He led me down the hall, opened his door, and led me into a large spacious dark-wood living room decorated with white sofa, fireplace, large floor length windows, and a grand white piano. A stairway led upwards to the bedrooms. Ed left me standing in the living room and hurried upstairs. A few minutes later, I heard water running into a tub.

Mr. Smith appeared behind me, holding an envelope. My luggage was set near the bottom of the stairs.

“This should be sufficient for your weekly services,” he said, offering me the envelope. I smiled at him, warmly. We were alike, him and I, in a way. Just another person in service to Ed. He bowed his head and then hurried off to who knows where? I glanced in the envelope, smiled, and put it quickly into my purse. I made my ascent upwards towards the bedroom.

I entered a large bedroom with a warm red carpeting and bed with black bedspread. Across the room, I heard Ed call,

“All set, Anna?”

“Yes.”

“Then, come in here,” was his demand. I walked across the carpet towards the entrance of a large spacious bathroom complete with large bathtub and glass shower. The bathtub was filled with bubbles. Ed sat on the edge of the tub. When I entered, he crossed over to me, rubbed my arms, and looked into my eyes before bowing his head to kiss me passionately. The next moment he began undressing me, so vigorously I thought my clothes would tear but I showed not that fear. I kicked off my heels and watched as he undressed himself and saw the size of his large member, already erect appear. He led me to the tub and helped me in. We kissed again, our hands slipping soapily all over each others' bodies. His fingers caressing each nipple, then his lips while two of his fingers dug into my vagina. I moaned loudly and he did not try to silence me. Next, I was atop him, making waves as I rode him to vigorous climax.

The rest of the night was spent in the bedroom feasting on each other in similar fashion.

The days that followed were busy to say the least. While he worked during the days, I amused myself by exploring the city, with Mr. Smith as a chauffeur. The evenings I acted as escort to his various events, in evening gowns provided by him, those events then led to our ravaging each other in different parts of the penthouse.

In the early moments of Friday morning, we said our good-byes with mutual oral sex. He making the promise of calling for me again.

I flew home that day with delicious feeling of bliss. Max picked me up later that afternoon at the elevator, laughing as soon as he saw my blissed out look.

“Had fun?” he asked.

“Did I ever?” and as we drove back to our apartment I filled him in on all the details.

“So, what about Riley?” he asked.

I gulped, Riley. I had completely forgotten about Riley.

“I...don't...know,” was all I managed.

“You going to have him over for anime?” Max asked amused.

“Not now,” was my response. “I think I need a rest.”

“What about Joe?”

“Joe...,” and I was lost in thought. “Joe is...Joe.”

No one could ever fill Joe's place, Joe was irreplaceable.   

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