Driven Lust (11 page)

The door opened and Cathleen entered,
"James, you alright?"

"Oh, yes Miss. I'm sorry for the mess."
James replied.

She waved him off and said, "We have P.R.
people for that, no problem there." standing in front of him, "So,
Dawn Gracie is safe and sound?"

"Yes, Miss. She was sleeping when I left
her. I made sure her door was secure." James informed her.

"Anything out of the ordinary other than a
would-be assassin?" she asked.

"No..." James started, but Virgil cut
in.

"James has a new ring tone." he said with a
grin.

"Really, let's hear it." she said, throwing
James off.

Virgil pressed a button and static was heard
in the room. They all looked at James as the words of Mrs. Dawn
Gracie filled the air, "Suck it James! Suck it good!" and a few
seconds later, "Finger it James! Finger-fuck it!" and the room fell
into laughter.

James turned two shades of red and said,
"You people are the worst! Showing my goods to everybody, recording
a private moment, do you not have any sense of decency?"

Niles spoke up first, "Nope, not really."
and they all busted out laughing again.

"James, you must get over yourself. We
aren't laughing at you, we're laughing with you." Cathleen soothed
between her snicker.

"Just remember, payback is a bitch. Then
I'll be laughing with you." James vowed.

"Well, we can at least say your first
assignment was a success." Niles assessed.

"Yes we can. Now James needs to change
clothes and get ready. He has an evening engagement later."
Cathleen pointed out. "Let him take the SUV and leave his car
inside."

She rose to take her leave; James stood up
in respect and watched her go. Turning his attention to the
security team, "You guys need this equipment back?"

"No, but you need the charger for it." Phil
walked over to a drawer and retrieved it. Handing it to him, he
said "Have a good time tonight. Where are you going to this
evening?"

"I haven't the foggiest idea yet." James
replied, checking out the charger. "Say, do you guys monitor this
frequency all the time or just when I'm using it."

"All the time, everyone uses it." Virgil
explained, showing him the list of users on a screen and the
channels it offered.

"Good to know. I'll try to remember not to
use it the next time my finger is in someone." James said,
smiling.

"Don't leave us out man, share the
knowledge!" Virgil piped in.

"Yeah, ok. I'm done here." and James took
his leave. On his way out, he heard Phil ask, "How the hell do you
get to be a professional driver and not know where you're
going?"

Heading for his room, he noticed Lisa's door
was open. Sticking his head in while knocking, he said,
"Hello?"

"Come in!" she said, sitting on her bed
watching TV. Wearing a black see-through fish net, sports bra, and
white shorts. She certainly looked good to James.

"Hold on, I picked up something for you."
and went to his room to get it. Tapping on the door again, James
entered and closed the door.

"I thought of you when I saw this. Please
don't take offense." handing her a black shopping bag.

She opened it up and giggled, "How did you
know?" reading the front, "My size that is."

"It was just a guess." James answered,
smiling. "The color got my attention."

"You are so thoughtful!" she smiled. "I'd
hate to embarrass you, but would you let me try it on?"

"I wouldn't expect you to give me such a
treat." James responded, getting up to go.

"Give me a minute." and she headed for the
bathroom.

James felt awkward, waiting for her return.
A minute later she was back, wearing her new toy.

Handing James the remote, she said, "Here,
try it out!"

He shrugged and hit a button and he heard a
low hum. Lisa giggled a little as she felt it hum. Trying the next
setting, the buzzing got louder and Lisa's eyes got bigger. He let
it stay on that for a minute while Lisa squirmed. When she started
panting, he decided to kick it up one more setting. Lisa put her
hands on her crotch and moaned.

Lisa maneuvered the toy to her liking and
clamped a hand over it. Sitting down on the bed, she spread her
legs a little. James set it on the last setting and watched.

Lisa's thighs began to tremble and soon they
were shaking. When she seemed to be close, James turned it off.

"What the hell!" Lisa screamed and James
turned it back on in full force again. Her look of anger turned
back to lust and James let her ride out her orgasm. "Ok, Ok!
Enough!" she said and James turned it off.

"Seems to do the trick." he said, laying the
remote down on the bed.

"I soiled them. Now how am I going to get
those clean?" she pouted.

"Well, there's no sense crying over spilled
... well, you know." James chuckled, "Might as well get as much use
out of it before you have to get them washed." turning to go, "I've
got that run tonight so I have to get ready."

"Thanks James." Lisa said, getting up off
the bed, "I really appreciate that." walking over to give him a
hug.

"Don't wear it out." James replied with a
smile and left.

Getting ready for the run, James checked his
phone. He thought he saw a game on it and wanted to try it out.
Noticing he had another email, he wanted to check that first. It
was from his bank. He set it up to alert him if it got too low or a
deposit greater than ten dollars hits it. He was surprised because
he had just set it up earlier and it was already working.

Looking at the email, he was shocked to see
a deposit of five thousand made. It was pending but it would be in
his account tomorrow. Changing to his calendar, he was going to add
a note to check his account tomorrow and see if it wasn't a
mistake. He noticed two more appointments for tomorrow that he
would have to run. One was a Ying Chung and the other was a couple,
Dave and Laura Hunt.

He would look more closely later, but needed
to get out of there and get to his pickup. Adding his destination
in to his GPS app, he then changed clothes and added underwear to
his attire. He looked pretty good with the fine threads furnished
for him. A dark blue jacket, matching blue tie and white shirt made
him look almost ... respectable. He laughed at himself over that
one.

Heading out, he was hoping to catch someone
that could tell him about mail. He was expecting some bills due and
wondered what the forwarding address would be for him.

Riding the elevator up, it stopped at L1.
Mary entered and gave him a smile. "I'm disappointed." was all she
said and James just shrugged, "Sorry."

Coming out of the elevator, he was met by
Phil. "What are you doing coming up this way." sounding
frantic.

"I was going to ask where I got my mail."
James answered, wondering what was bugging him.

"Channel 27 is in the foyer asking for you.
Move your ass out the back door. Your mail can wait."

James was hustled out the parlor door and
used the walkway to the garage. He headed to the mechanic shop,
looking for the keys to the SUV. Ernest had them on a hook for
him.

Making sure, he hit the lock button and sure
enough, it sounded. Hopping in, he started it up. James knew it
wasn't as big as a full sized van, but the height it sat at above
the ground made it seem big. The garage door automatically opened.
James hoped it would shut once he was out of range.

Arriving at 3127 Brittany Trail, he pulled
up and stood at the door. Looking at his phone, he noted the time
as 19:46. He was his usual early and waited patiently while the
minutes ticked by. Looking for signs of life, he noted a light
upstairs was on.

At eight, the porch light went off. James
thought that was odd. He was concerned the client was headed for
bed instead of going out.

The front door opened and an arm came out,
waving him inside. James reached in and turned the vehicle off,
grabbing the keys to lock it.

He headed in the door and was met by Stacy
wearing a cut away dress with a slit up the sides, baring her leg
to her hip and her chest to her belly. Emerald green set her red
hair off and she was decked out with makeup and jewelry.

"Greetings Miss Davidson, my name is James.
Perhaps you'll remember me from the wedding." James started.

"Hey, yeah! I remember you well." directing
him to her dining room. Two candles were lit on the mantle, but no
other ambience was on.

She offered him a seat and chose one
herself. James, ever the gentleman, pulled her chair out and slid
her in. Taking his seat, he asked, "Where would you like to go this
evening?"

With a wide smile, she said, "Cloud
nine."

This was James' cue, he supposed, and he
didn't want to ruin it. Perhaps she didn't want to go anywhere and
Cathleen's idea of 'As Directed' is totally different from his.
Looking deep in her eyes he said, "I hope to take you there."

She reached over and untied his tie. Pulling
it off him and tossing it on the back of a chair, she reached for
the buttons of his shirt. Looking back into James' eyes she leaned
in for a kiss. He read her like a book and gave her a soft brush,
then a deep kiss.

This girl wanted passion and James was good
with that. Nothing wrong with taking things slow, but they would
pick up speed when things heated up. Stacy had her hooks in him,
pulling off his jacket. Placing it on the back of a chair, she
turned to get his shirt. He unbuttoned the cuffs and she did all
the rest. Now he sat there shirtless as she eyed him over. She
fondled his chest and twirled the thin hair in the center, "You're
just as I imagined." and leaned back in her chair saying, "I want
to see more of you."

Her lust had affected him and he felt the
heat rise in his groin. But he got up anyway and kicked off his
shoes. Unbuckling his pants he lowered them as slow as he could go.
When he felt his cock on the zipper, he slowly ran it over the
hump. The underwear had him trapped; his cock was hard half-mast,
snaking over his balls, leaving a bulge for her to see and a hint
of things to come.

Stacy sucked in her breath as James dropped
his pants. He looked the part of a model with his blue bikini
underwear leaving little to her imagination. "Turn around" she
whispered, "and put your hands behind your head." He stepped around
and did what was asked, the candle light reflected off the muscles
of his back and ass. "Flex for me." she ordered and James tensed
his shoulders and back, and then worked to his ass and legs.
Holding it there a few seconds then, began rippling his muscles top
to bottom.

It must have had the desired effect because
James heard her moan. This brought his head around over a shoulder
and he saw her masturbating through the slit of her dress to the
sight before her. Giving her privacy while she lusted, he faced
once more away from her, flexing his ass and back over and
over.

She brought herself to orgasm and finished
with a sigh. James swore he heard her suck her fingers and his cock
twitched with the imagination of it. A few seconds ticked by and
James was ordered, "Back up to me." and he complied.

Her hands reached for his gluteal muscles
and she caressed him a little while. Bringing her hands to his
sides, his underwear was lowered. She rubbed her cheek on his ass
and groped his leg muscles up high. Squeezing and kneading, she
moaned on his ass and kissed him on a cheek.

James welcomed the relief he felt on his
cock as the bikini was removed. The freedom allowed him to grow as
nature demanded. The breath he felt between the cheeks of his ass
and the molesting her hands were applying was enough to make him
rock hard.

"Turn around." she whispered and James did
as instructed, slowly doing so to postpone the show. Her eyes grew
wider and a gasp left her lips as an eight inch cock came into
view. Upon James' completed turn she buried her face in his crotch.
With a long intake of air she reveled in his musk. Leaning back to
get a full look, her hands went to his six-pack. Caressing him
there she worked her way down, and then tickled his pubic hair
hidden behind his shaft. Again she pressed her cheek to him,
catching his shaft beside her nose. Up and down she rubbed her
cheek, still taking in his smell.

James was in his stance, hands still behind
his head. It was all he could do to keep from thrusting his cock as
Stacy's breath caressed from his head to his balls. His cock wasn't
bound and twitched on her nose and jaw. A drop of pre-cum oozed out
of his hole and James saw it drip to her cheek.

Stacy blinked when the drop struck her face.
Raising a finger, she guided it into her mouth. It wasn't enough
and she craved for more, so she went to the source and tongued on
the exit hole. Her hand grabbed the base and squeezed it hard, then
milked straight up, forced a string of it from his manhood. Not
chancing the loss, she fed his head into her mouth, sucking as much
of the pre-cream as she could get.

James gasped at her clutch as her grip
surprised him. He sucked in air on her stroke and then gasped again
when his head entered her mouth. Her suction gripped him and he had
no control, his hips bucked a little, wanting entrance to her
mouth.

Stacy was in heaven when she felt his hips
jerk. She was willing to oblige and let more of him in. She might
have been impressed with him but she was going to make sure he was
impressed with her. He accepted the honor and humped her mouth as
she used her hand to tug on his balls. Her other hand got busy and
grabbed an ass cheek. She self-fucked her mouth and slobbered on
his shaft, letting her saliva run down to his sack.

James felt her manipulations with a firm
grip on his ass. She kneaded his balls and coated his shaft. She
picked up speed, milking him with her mouth; the sensation was
driving his cock to conclusion.