U-turn Me On

"Well, I'm going to be in New York for about three months and, as my escort, your job is to accompany me to several events as my date. I'll be attending several galas, fundraisers, posh parties and things of that nature, and you'll come with me to them. Having a beautiful woman like you in my arms at these events will be good for my public image, and it will induce a certain feel about me in the eyes and minds of my associates,"

That was it? That was what he wanted from me? A private date to accompany him to galas? For some reason, I was a little disappointed to hear him say it, but I was also relieved. He may have made his intentions clear, but I was a smart girl and I knew there had to be certain terms and conditions concerning this proposition and I demanded to know.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"No catch, Miss Cherilyn,"

"My name is Cherry," My hostile tone returned with full force.

"No catch, Miss Cherry," he said as he cracked his knuckles, "I mean, there are a few requirements on your part and that's all listed out in the document in front of you. It's quite long, so I'd suggest taking it home and reviewing it. If there's any part that you disagree with, mark them down and on our next meeting, we can renegotiate those parts and reprint the agreement,"

He got on his feet but this time, he didn't slowly walk over to me. His assistant burst through the door and walked over to the table and grabbed the binder on his side of the table. She walked away and stood by the entrance waiting for him. He adjusted the buttons on his perfectly tailored suit and picked up his phone from the table.

"The driver that brought you will take you back home and I look forward to hearing from you as soon as tomorrow. Have a good day,"

He walked around the table and as he reached the door, I felt inclined to ask the eluding questions that I hadn't about this entire arrangement.

"If I say yes to this proposition, how much do I get paid?" I asked and waited for an answer.

He looked back at me with one raised eyebrow and smiled; "As much as you want…as long as it's reasonable."

He walked out and left me in the conference room. I was a bit shaken up by the entire interaction, but I regained my composure, grabbed the binder and walked out of the room. I left the hotel and arrived at the front where I saw my driver waiting for me. As I walked over to the car, I saw Malcolm's other car drive off with him in it and I felt kind of disheartened that he was leaving. Anyway, I got into the car and the driver got in as well.

As the car moved along the road, I began to think about Malcolm again and flashes of my daydream floated around in my head again and so did the erotic sensations. I never knew that I was this horny before this man stumbled into my life just yesterday. I mean, I was aware that I was going through a bit of a dry spell, seeing as I hadn't been in a relationship with a man in the past year. The last real boyfriend I had wanted me to quit stripping and I didn't want to, so we broke up. That's one of the downsides of being a stripper; most of the men that showed interest in me were mostly fuckboys and horny old men that just wanted me to beat their meat and wet their sticks, but the ones that truly liked me for more than just my perfect body and pretty face would always ask me to stop stripping, so I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't find any man that wanted anything serious while accepting my profession and although I wasn't looking for anything serious either, I still didn't want it to be purely physical and so, I hadn't had a sexual partner in the past year.

My phone suddenly began to ring, and I saw that it was Kendra calling, so I picked up.

"Hello, Ken,"

"Hello. Is this Cherry, Kendra's roommate?" A stranger asked me on the other line.

"This is her. Where's Ken?" I asked, worried and suspicious.

"Kendra had a little problem, and you're the first person on her speed dial," The person said.

"What happened to her this time?" I sighed as I asked.

"Just get over to the crack house on Primal Avenue. It's at the back of the Big Mac, right beside the old car factory,"

"Yeah, I know where that is," I said and hung up the call.

"Driver, what's your name?" I asked him.

"Samuel, Miss," he replied.

"Well, Samuel, it seems I need to get somewhere before I go home. Do you mind taking me?" I asked.

"Not at all, Miss. The boss asked me to take you wherever you want to go," He said.

"Wonderful! Take me to Primal Avenue. I need to get someone,"

He made a U-turn and changed our route because Primal Avenue was on the other side of Manhattan. I was already worried about what I was going to find when I got there. I could only hope that Kendra was alright and didn't make too big a mess this time.