This is a humor-filled story of a hunky college student working his way through a degree as a chauffeur, trying hard to avoid any serious relationships so he can focus on his future. But his world changes when a client lays eyes on him and decides to recruit him for her very own.
Ride along with James as he tries to control Ying and deal with the staff and clientele of the heiress, taking on the full blunt force of their driven lust.
Chapter 2
Loretta looked at Jim and then back at James. “We knew that was coming.” she quipped, pursing her lips. “Tell us something we don’t know.” and laid her hand on her husband’s hand.
James was a bit taken aback, “Well, I’d hope that would be a surprise.” he replied, at a loss for words.
“I told you I saw it coming the last time we were here.” Loretta reminded him. Her boy sure lacked attention to details. It was like going in one ear and out the other, sometimes. To think he wanted to be a policeman; and Jim thinking he would make a good one. “I’m surprised you haven’t told us sooner.” she finished.
It was true; she did tell him in the car, on the way back to the airport once, that she saw the connection between him and Cathleen. But honesty was the policy he went by and informed them, “Well, here is something you might not know.” and took a deep breath, “I am helping Cathleen with an heir and fathering a child.”
Loretta blinked back at him while Jim appeared to be soaking in the information. It was followed by an interrogation of sorts as his parents wanted to know everything from prenuptial agreements to custody issues.
Jim had a question he was curious about. “Tell me, what made you decide all of this?” he asked, “I remember you saying she was out of your league son.”
James shook his head, “Cathleen convinced me otherwise.” which was true. He did believe she deserved someone more qualified than he. He wasn’t a man of great wealth after all.
“He is as qualified as any other.” Cathleen offered. “He has good genes, a wonderful personality, and I truly do love him.” she admitted.
“How can you say that knowing James is sleeping with two women already?” Jim asked in reply. “Are you sure you are in love with him?”
“I understand your concerns.” Cathleen acknowledged, “You believe that marriage is forever.” and looked at James, “We believe that as well.” and turned back to Jim, “I can assure you; we are in love as any couple could be.” and smiled.
“They’re hooked on each other.” Lisa added, and Mike agreed with a nod.
“So how do the girls feel about it?” Loretta asked, looking at Ying sitting beside her husband, playing with something on her chest. “They need to be happy too.” lowering her eyebrows, pondering what it was she was toying with. Perhaps the girl had some sort of trauma, possibly occurring in her past. “Ying, are you really happy about James?”
“He made me tongue his butt.” she admitted, bringing gasps from his parents. If looks could kill, James saw what it would look like in their eyes. “It okay; I liked it lots.” she admitted.
“Don’t listen to her mom.” James interrupted, “She says that about everybody.” he countered, turning red from the crude announcement. ‘That girl just didn’t seem to care what she said!’
“Big deal; Ying gets her butt tongued all the time too!” Link argued, trying to calm James’ shocked parents.
“You need to shut up!” Lisa chastised, “I’ll tie your dick ring to your toes.”
“He has a ring on his...” Loretta started, but got interrupted by her husband.
“Wait, who tongued Ying’s butt?” Jim wondered aloud.
“I’ve done it.” Nikki admitted, raising a hand.
“I did too.” Mike confessed, lifting up a finger.
“I did.” Jill, Cathleen’s servant, piped in, walking in with drinks.
“Heck, I did that the first time I met her.” Jen admitted.
“What” Ying defended, “I pay you all back!”
“I don’t know how you get a chance to with her wearing that butt plug all the time.” Jack, Cathleen’s second servant and twin to Jill, quipped, following behind her into the room with snacks.
“That not fair!” Ying argued, “Everybody wears them!” and huffed, “Even new slaves have to.” she pointed out, crossing her arms under her breasts.
“Yeah, because you make them do it.” Mike smirked.
“Um; slaves?” Loretta asked in a whisper.
“Quit calling them that!” Cathleen chastised, “They are personal servants!” she explained, “They are not held against their will.”
“ Great!” James exclaimed, “Just tell my parents all about it!”
That opened the door for little Ying to claim. “I got my nipples pierced too!” which explained what she had been playing with to Loretta.
“I did too.” Nikki admitted.
“Mine are.” Link piped in.
“I got little whips in mine.” Lisa offered.
“Nikki no have clit pierced” Ying bragged, “but I do!”
Jim and Loretta’s head kept turning to each one of the confessors as they spilled their guts, much to the dismay of James.
Thankfully, James’ phone alerted him to an upcoming appointment, taking him from the impending nightmare. “Crap, its time.” he announced. “Mom, dad, I’m sorry but I have to go.” he apologized, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Hold on son.” Jim protested; “We have a lot more questions now.” he started.
“Yes, we want to hear your explanation about these new… slaves-servants.” Loretta added.
“I’m sure you’re full of them now after they ran their mouths.” James sighed while standing up. “But, I have work to do and since they want so bad to tell you, I’ll let them explain it all.” he finished, looking at the main culprit that let the cat out of the bag. Ying just didn’t seem to know what etiquette was.
“Go on James.” Cathleen urged, “I can explain it all while you’re gone.” and stood up beside him. “There should be no secrets kept from them. They have every right to know what their son is involved with.”
He trusted Cathleen to explain his role to his parents. She did a good job the last time they were here. But, they didn’t need to know all about his private life. Some things should be kept to yourself. “Okay, but I have to get ready if I’m going to pick up Miss Jennings on time.” and kissed Cathleen.
“Is that Sherri Jennings; the singer?” Loretta asked.
“Yes, she is in town for a concert.” James explained. “And, will be here a while.”
“I love that song, ‘Gently’, that she sings.” Loretta mused, “Do you think we’ll get a chance to meet her?”
Cathleen spoke up, “Yes, James will bring her back here after she tends to business.” and smiled, “We will also be attending her concert tomorrow night.”
“I wish I knew she was having a concert, I’d have gotten tickets while we were here.” Loretta pouted.
“Mom, when she said ‘we’, she meant you two as well.” he explained. Knowing his mother liked the artist, he had it planned in advance to have tickets available for them.
“Mercy” Jim exclaimed, “That must have cost a pretty penny!”
“Actually, they’re complimentary tickets.” Lisa explained. “We get them because she will be our guest and James will be her driver.”
“Well, she is also in our new ad campaign.” Cathleen added with a smile. “She’ll be promoting one of our subsidiaries.”
James almost sneaked out while the discussion went from his private matters to his client. Just as he turned to wave, Loretta informed him, “We’ll wait for you!” and nodded her head. He acknowledged that with a wave and left the parlor.
After dressing for the occasion, complete with body armor, handcuffs, and radio, he headed out to the SUV. Not only did James have the big bag of stress from his parents to contend with, he also had the pounds of stress transporting a very demanding client to deal with.
Pulling in to the hanger, James was met with a crowd of people first and a locked gate behind them. His first response was to contact security advising them of the hundred or so people wanting a peek at his client.
“We are aware.” Trent replied in his ear bud, “The police are moving them back to let you in.”
Even as he heard Trent tell him that, the police were herding fans out of the way. It was too late to stop the smudging and fingerprints on the SUV as fans tried to glimpse inside, even leaving kisses imprinted with lipstick on the windows. He could hear the door handles being tried and the vehicle rock from the crowd’s efforts.
Between the rapping on the windows, shouts of love, and the bull horn asking people to stand back, James heard something unusual. Like a wrist watch or ring, perhaps a belt buckle; something metallic tapped the vehicle. He was used to hearing those taps on the windows or body of the car. But that sounded too low on the vehicle to make sense.
It was true that someone could have kicked the vehicle but even steel-toed boots wouldn’t make that sound and they’d have to lift up their foot to do it. Just as his curiosity peaked, the gate opened and he was waved forward.
“Go ahead James.” Trent sounded in his ear, jolting him from his thoughts. “Gates are open.”
He let up off of the brake and eased the vehicle through. The point officer he would be following directed him towards the tarmac but his instincts urged him elsewhere. Instead of driving onto the driveway leading to the tarmac, he turned for the opposite side of the building. He’d been here many times and knew what he wanted to do. Besides, he could get to the tarmac from that side as well.
The officer looked confused as James went the opposite way. With a wave of his hand, he urged the officer to follow him instead. With a shrug, the officer walked beside the SUV.
James cracked the window to speak with the lawman, “Listen, I need to inspect the vehicle before the client gets in.”
“Okay” the man replied, “But you better hurry. That aircraft is pulling in right now.” and the sound of the jet engines as it taxied in prevented any further discussions on the matter.
Any other time, planes are usually late. It would be his kind of luck to have one show up early this time.
He pulled the vehicle between a dumpster and the building, blocking the view from two sides. Hopping out, he knew he didn’t have much time at all before his high profile client disembarked. That was fine with him because he knew exactly where he wanted to look.
Ducking his head and feeling with his hand, his fingers drummed under the back end. His heart sank a little as he approached the tail pipe, not finding anything so far. But as he followed the exhaust, he found what he was looking for.
A cylinder, longer than his hand, was wedged between the exhaust pipe and the gas tank. The exhaust wasted no time warming it up and it almost burnt his fingers. Sitting on the ground, he looked under to see what he was feeling. He was able to see what seemed to be a large speaker magnet held it in place.
He sat back up and pulled out his driving gloves. He didn’t like wearing them as they hampered his maneuverability on the steering wheel, in his opinion. He put on the right glove as the policeman tapped his shoulder and pointed.
James looked at the plane and saw the door open on the craft. Giving the officer an “Okay” sign, he ducked back under the car. Taking a firm grasp on the cylinder close to the magnet, he gave it a quick jerk. The first thing he noticed as it came out from under the car was the metal wire, used for an antenna. That was attached to an aluminum casing, strapped to a metal pipe with duct tape.
Leaning back with it in his gloved hands, the officer took a step back.
“It’s a pipe bomb.” James conveyed, but the officer didn’t need confirmation.