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Chapter 7
by sammycolt
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Jessica goes on a business trip along with her assistant
Looking out the window of the cab, Jessica watched the New York traffic crawl by. They were stuck in traffic, but with things going as they were, she would just about make it to her next appointment. Her final appointment of the day.
Mr. Roger Fucking Valentini. The old fucker really tested her nerves at this point. He had stood his damn ground, insisting on his stupid, ludicrous idea that he would only sign this multi-million-dollar deal that would bring millions of dollars to both his company as well as Jessica’s “Honest Company” if she would agree to be present for another meeting with her.
It was beyond ridiculous. As if the two of them being in the room was even required, would even do the slightest thing for him. It was nothing but a stupid power move. But the old fucker had dug his heels in, had refused to sign the papers a month back in LA just because she had not been there, so now here she was: in New York, **** to be the adult and deal with the mogul’s childish tantrum.
It had been a stressful day. A meeting with another potential partner in the morning, followed by a brief work-out in the hotel gym before she had attended a glamour shooting, posing and strutting for the camera. Routine work, but it ground her down. At least she looked fantastic. In the window’s glass, Jessica caught her reflection, the carefully, professionally-applied make-up and the glossy hair the stylists had outfitted her with really had brought out the best of her looks. If she had not been so exhausted, Jessica would have felt excited.
For a brief second, her mind wandered back to a month ago. The last time she had felt stressed out. She had ended up in another man’s bed. She had gotten high and drunk and had fucked another man. She had licked his ass, for Christ’s sake! Jessica blushed as the memory welled up inside her again, embarrassed, but at the same time her bare thighs inadvertently rubbed against each other and she felt a sensuous heat. It had been so fucking hot!
Not only that. Instead of being wrecked by guilt as she had expected, Jessica had discovered that she felt relaxed over the next few days. It seemed, her raunchy encounter had served to vent all that pent-up pressure and for almost a week, she had mastered all the challenges of her stressful day-to-day life with a smile on her face. Then the high of her lewd actions had worn off.
Now she was back to her old, stressed self. Useless handymen in her home, a lazy-as-fuck husband, jobs modeling, acting and being an entrepreneur. It was a damn nightmare.
Watching the small stores roll by her window, one of the shops suddenly caught her attention. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as the cab came to a stop, once more stuck in the famously horribly New York traffic, leaving her sitting right in front of the shop’s window.
They were not in a good part of New York right now. If they had been, a shop like this would not have been around. Mesmerized, Jessica stared at the wide window, filled with all kinds of lewd objects. Dildos, whips, chains, masks, two dolls dressed in naughty nurse and policewoman-outfits. She felt a tingle between her thighs as she took in all the stuff on show.
Realizing that she was getting wet just looking at the mere display of sexual equipment, Jessica felt her cheeks blush slightly. Over the last few weeks, her mind had repeatedly gone back to her encounter with Brad, relishing in the memories of her raunchy encounter. She had considered trying to get her husband to scratch the itch, but after ten years of marriage, the thought of getting laid by Cash just did not spark excitement within her. She loved him, but she realized that the thought of fucking him did not get her blood pumping as much anymore.
The cab rolled on and Jessica caught one more thing. At the entrance of the shop hung a poster. A man and a woman, him dressed in a fancy tuxedo, her dressed in a small, black dress. Both of them wearing fancy opera masks. “Swinging Party at the Mansion Sauna Club!” Jessica red in a deep red font, along with the current date and immediately the idea of anonymous, secret sex with no strings, no consequences entered her mind.
“Oh, come on!”
The frustrated moan ripped Jessica from her thoughts and her head whipped around to see Jack in the seat next to her, on the phone, his mouth tightened in anger.
“Is this supposed to be a joke? Who does Mr. Valentini think he is? We came all the way here just to meet him! Tell him to make time!”
Jessica sighed, putting two and two together as her assistant raged on the phone, arguing with a woman on the other side, Mr. Valentini’s assistant, to salvage something from this trip.
“We arranged this trip just for him. We spent days rescheduling the calendar to meet his ludicrous demands… No, our flight is tomorrow morning, we do NOT have time then… Then he should not have cancelled half an hour before the meeting!”
Jessica couldn’t help but smirk in amusement as she watched Jack. She realized that she was not even pissed. The cancellation meant time off. An evening to herself, room to breathe. She could have told Jack to calm down and that she was actually happy with the development, but on the other hand, he was really cute like this.
In his late twenties, her assistant was in great shape, athletic and slim, wearing a nice, casual suit. His beard was a fashionable stubble, his brunette hair short, his blue eyes dreamy. She had picked him because he was damn good at his job, but the fact that he absolutely was eye-candy didn’t hurt either.
“Tell Mr. Valentini that this is unacceptable! Tell him…” Jack suddenly stopped when Jessica calmly put her hand on his arm, looking over at her.
“It’s fine, Jack! Let it go!” Jessica smiled before leaning towards the driver. “Excuse me, sir! We had a change of plans. Could we get back to the hotel instead please?!”
An evening to do what she pleased. She was really looking forward to this.
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“So, Jack! Any plans on what you are going to use your evening off for?!”
Jessica asked as she and her assistant stepped into the elevator. The two of them had had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant (Jessica’s treat) and were just about to head up to her room.
The young man gave a smile. “To be honest, I might use it to stay in. The last couple of weeks have been stressful. I might grab a drink at the bar at the top floor and watch some popcorn movie in my room.”
“Come on, Jack! A young guy like you, all alone in New York City? Is that how you will spend your time? Live a little!” she teased, playfully pushing his shoulder. Surprised, she registered just how strong that arm felt.
“I think not!” Jack chuckled, “I think a quiet night is just what is called for… how about you?”
“Haven’t decided yet…” Jessica admitted, “I might book myself a massage…”
“That sounds great!” Just then, the elevator came to a halt, the doors sliding open. “This is my floor. Enjoy your evening!”
Watching the doors close as her assistant left the elevator, Jessica began contemplating her plans for the evening as she made her way to her own floor. Maybe she should meet Jack at the hotel bar. She could still feel the hard muscle of his strong arm against her hand. The things he could do with those arms…
On the other hand, she was more than a little intrigued by that poster she had seen earlier. Maybe, this party was just the right place to really work the stress out of her system without having to fear consequences?
Or maybe getting a massage actually was the best way to finish the day?
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