Go home

Right now you have no desire to do anything but to get to your car and head back to your modest apartment. "Let's get out of here." You tell Bianca as soon as she leads you out of earshot of Wayne's office. She quickly leads you out of the offices and into the parking lot. You let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks Bianca." You say. "Of course John. Where's your car?" You walk towards your car. It's nearly a hooptie compared to all the other luxury cars in the lot. "Sorry I don't have such a nice car. Thanks for getting me out of there. See you tomorrow."

You bid Bianca goodbye, which prompts her to ask, "You mean you don't want me to stay with you?" You blink your eyes. Bianca laughs a bit, "Oh, they didn't explain, as your date I'll be living with you for the next week!"

"Bianca, that's the best thing I've heard all day. You drive. Let's go." You toss the keys to Bianca and sit in the passenger seat. You buckle up and recline yourself to relax, letting out a sigh. Bianca says nothing as she drives, the sound of the engine and gentle rain in the background.

"Who knew I'd still have my head after that meeting with Wayne." You say. "To be honest, that got me so hot, Master John." Bianca replies. "I love how you took charge and stood up to your beliefs. Gods, it makes me so wet." "Yeah, but that was pretty dang stressful." You reply. "I want a massage when we get home." "I'd love to give you one Master John. Want a happy ending too?"

The idea of that happy ending sounds real good. A great way to relax and relieve your stress. "Mm, that sounds good. Make sure I'm done with that massage first though." You state. "Of course. We're here." Bianca says as she pulls in to your modest driveway. You head up the stairs and slide your key into the lock of your modest apartment, opening up the door.

"It ain't much, but this is my place." You say. Boxes are still everywhere and you have minimal furniture setup. It's barely livable. "May I suggest that I clean your apartment and set up while you rest after your massage, Master John?" Bianca asks. To be honest, you're exhausted. Having her help would be a huge lift off your shoulders. "That'd be great." You say, kicking off your shoes and walking to the bedroom. You unceremoniously flop down on the bed, face first.

Bianca follows and slides her hands up the back of your shirt. You left your arms allowing her to remove your shirt as she gives your back a few kisses, then proceeds to massage your shoulders and back.