Driven Lust (5 page)

Cathleen took advantage of the lull and
changed the conversation, "So Mr. Davies, have you the paperwork
that's required for our endeavor?"

"I do." and pulled out some folded papers
from his inside jacket pocket.

Placing the paperwork on the smooth stone,
he slid it towards Cathleen. "We need a witness, perhaps Mr. Farlow
could sign." he suggested.

"Yes... "Cathleen started, looking over the
paperwork. “These are in order. The lawyers have done their jobs
correctly this time."

Mr. Davies pulled a pen from his pocket and
handed it to her. Cathleen accepted it and signed the documents in
front of her. Handing the pen back, Mr. Davies did likewise. Once
he'd finished, he shoved the paperwork in front of James.

James read the bill of sale, 'Luxury Limo',
which accompanied a deed for property and titles to several
vehicles. This was indeed his employer. But, it appeared he was
under new ownership. Several thoughts hit him at once; ‘
How does
it affect his pay, who does he report to, and is this for
real?’

"Mr. Farlow?" Frank interrupted his thoughts
of confusion.

"Oh, yes...” James looked for the witness
line to sign. Scribbling his John Hancock, he nervously smiled,
"There you are." and in a bit of a daze, slid the paperwork
back.

Frank Davies rose to say his good byes,
congratulating Cathleen on being the proud owner of a
transportation company, and took his leave.

"Any suggestions for me now that I own the
company you work for?" Cathleen asked slyly.

"Make sure the chauffeur realizes who their
clients are?" was all James could say.

Laughing at that, Cathleen suggested dinner.
They walked back in to the dinner hall. She ordered for both of
them as James seemed conflicted with the menu.

"Now that I have you in my service, there
are certain benefits I would like to offer you; should you agree to
accept their conditions." she began.

"I am working to put myself through college
so that I can go into criminal justice." he explained, "Should the
benefits aid in that endeavor, I would be willing to agree to any
stipulations put forth to me."

"I am aware of your situation, James.
However, you are unaware of mine." she replied. "Should you choose
to do my bidding, I would compensate you through gratuities for
your services."

"Are the services any more than I already am
providing?" James needed to know.

"I have certain clients that require more
personal service than others." Cathleen hinted.

James suspected that whatever the 'service'
was, it bordered on illegal. He wanted to fight crime, not create
it.

"I would only request that I not be asked to
do anything illegal." James stipulated.

"Let's evaluate your circumstances, shall
we?" she reflected, "You are a college student with no significant
other, your parents live five states away who have no means to
support your efforts, your best friend, Michael Goodman, is the
only acquaintance you have, and the only assets you have are your
wits, charm, and good looks." taking a breath, "You seek a career
in law enforcement which yields you 50k a year to start should you
not be cut back by the government, a possible pension plan that
nets you no more than social security pays, and you risk life and
limb for a losing battle you could hardly put a dent in."

"All true but I have a moral obligation I
wish to keep." James pointed out.

"I'm not quite finished." she interrupted,
"You are a male with sexual needs that could be met should you
choose to do so, yet you've refrained for moral reasons. You
removed any consequences that could occur from your sexual
adventure Saturday night before you committed to the deed. The only
moral obligation you have is the fear of emotional stress you could
incur should the partner you bed wish for a permanent relationship.
You even took the initiative to forward the text back to Lisa in
case she didn't remember her agreement with you, keeping you guilt
free of your actions."

"Yes, but I had no legal issue with Lisa."
James started explaining. "Should the services you request be
considered, let's say ... prostitution, which is a crime that I
want no part of, I would have to decline."

A giggle left her lips as he tip-toed around
the intricacies of his sexual exploitation, "But you indeed have a
legal issue with Lisa when I gave you a gratuity for satisfying
her, should you approach it with your ideology."

This gave James a jolt as he hadn't thought
of it in that light. Technically, Cathleen was correct. He agreed
to satisfy Lisa when Cathleen handed him the tip.

"You have a point, but it doesn't relieve me
of my moral obligations preventing the emotional trauma of women I
may bed with." he singled out.

"Ah, but what if every woman you slept with
didn't want to date or marry you?" she offered.

"I would still not know that for sure."
James pointed out, finishing his last dish.

"We are talking about a scenario where you
wouldn't need to worry about that. Love and lust would not cross."
she explained. "Lust would be the only thing they sought." pushing
her plate back.

“So; there is no moral or legal issue?"
James asked, wiping his lips with the napkin.

"No, not at all." she replied, finishing her
drink.

"Then I would agree to the services. What
about the benefits?" he asked.

A smile crossed her lips with his question,
"Take us home James." she instructed, and got up from the
table.

The ride back consisted of talk about the
company she purchased and the procedure used to reserve and
dispatch trips. He made a few recommendations in that regard and
left it at that.

Arriving back on the Spencer estate, James
pulled the car up in the circle drive. Letting Cathleen out, he
stood for instruction.

"Park that car in the garage." she ordered
and headed into the house.

James was a little perplexed. He hadn't seen
a garage. He walked around the sides of the mansion and seen a
tennis court, a lake, and a swimming pool with a golf course in the
distance. No garage to be found.

It was James' experience that if the logical
was not the fact, the illogical had to be. He drove the car off the
circle, carefully looking for another driveway. He found it just as
he met the drive to go down and out. Making his right, he drove to
the two-story, four bay garage located practically in the woods. No
expense was spared here either, as the garage reflected the
mansion's decor.

A bay was already open and he had a spot
free there. He went ahead and parked it in the available slot.
Before he could get out, the garage door began closing. Two other
cars filled the other bays. One was a BMW and the other was an
SUV.

Two African American men exited a side door
and approached him. Stepping out, he was greeted with, "Your weapon
and keys please."

James found himself in a dilemma of sorts as
he had never relinquished his weapon to anyone before, usually just
storing it, preventing the need to turn it in. Considering his
options, he pulled holster and all then said, "I'll want that
back." handing both to one.

"I don't know stud, is it better than mine?"
the taller of the two said, pulling out a gold plated .44 magnum
and flashed it around before holstering it.

"9 millimeter, 16 round clip." the short one
admitted. "Not bad." unloading it.

"Follow us." the taller one said, and off
they went through the side door the two came out of.

James picked up his pace and followed. He
was led up the path to the mansion. Entering from the side, he
found himself in a parlor. Cathleen waited for him there.

"First, a phone call." she announced, and
picked up the phone. Dialing, she listened for the other end.

The short man asked James for his wallet.
Instinctively, James reached for it but caught himself. Seeing his
hesitation, the man motioned with a hand gesture to cough it up.
James reluctantly handed it over.

"I need to speak to the supervisor on duty."
she asked then waited.

"This is Cathleen Spencer." she said. "To
whom am I speaking?" and paused.

"A pleasure to speak with you as well. Has
Frank Davies made contact with you, Dale?"

"Good, would you pull up James Farlow's
itinerary for today?"

"Yes, the third trip is indeed mine." she
continued, "I'd like to discuss some things regarding that and
other concerns."

"No, I have no concern regarding James'
performance, his duties were met with excellence." she went on, "I
need to add a five hundred dollar gratuity to my time trip he is
currently on."

"Thank you! Now I need you to fire him." she
quipped.

James could actually hear Dale Harris yell
"What?!" through the phone. Then his own concern hit him, raising a
hand to protest, Cathleen waved him off, listening to Dale's rant.
James was certainly at her mercy now.

"I know..." she huffed, "The best you have
... yes." getting impatient, "Mr. Harris!" clearing her throat,
"James will be my personal chauffeur. I'll need his record and
W-2s." then waited.

"Well, let's just say I needed my ass wiped
and he did it front to back as requested." she sneered.

James dropped his head with that. A woman
with this much wealth and power speaking like a commoner, it was
baffling to him. But, Dale brought that on himself; the loud mouth
S.O.B.

"Yes, write him a check for last week and
today then remove him from your payroll." she ordered and then
waited.

A young woman dressed in a maid outfit
brought in a drink for Cathleen and sat it on the table. James
couldn't help noticing her youth and beauty and wondered if maid
service was the only service she provided. He chastised himself for
the raunchy thought as it was against his nature.

"Listen, you hired James, you can hire
someone else." she rationalized, "What will you do without him? I
guess you'll have to do without!" pausing.

"Could I recommend my roommate?" James
whispered, and then grinned.

"There will be an application for a Mike
Goodman coming across your desk. I want him hired." she
demanded.

To James, this was almost fun. But, even the
gratuities he'd racked up last week and today wouldn't last. The
bills would have to be paid next month. He hoped whatever Cathleen
was offering would at least match his lost income.

"You'll make copies of his record. Put on
the end date that he was promoted to upper management." she
explained, "Now, for my final instructions; find the license and
registration for the Cadillac Mr. Farlow is driving and mark it
decommissioned. That will be James' personal car."

That was unbelievable, they just got that
car! Tonight was the first time it went out. James had forgotten
about the paperwork until now, perhaps Cathleen had asked for the
newest car. Normally, they send the oldest out first, putting as
many miles as possible on those and saving the newest for last.

"No! Keep him on the insurance, for Christ
sakes! He won't have the title." covering the microphone she asked,
"Do you really have to do all the thinking for him?" then went back
to her conversation.

"That will do for now, thank you for the
help Mr. Harris." ending her little chat, "Oh, give James eight
hours pay for my time trip, good bye." then hung up the phone.

Turning to him, "Liking the benefits so
far?" she asked.

"I certainly have, but I have nothing but
questions now." James answered.

The man that took his wallet brought it back
to him.

"Niles, was everything sufficient?" Cathleen
asked.

"Yes ma'am, license and CCW were in it.
Copies were made." he replied.

How they knew he had a weapon was puzzling
enough since Cathleen never called anyone while James was with her.
Now, they had copies of his personal information as well.

"Excellent." she said, and dismissed Niles.
"First, let's talk more about the company you used to work for,
James." sipping on her glass.

"What would you like to discuss?" James
asked. Wondering what knowledge of his would be found so
interesting to her.

"Ever heard of Spenco?" she queried.

Indeed he had, "Spenco is an international
corporation owning businesses in various markets throughout the
world. I understand the founder has recently passed away." James
kept up on business as most of his clients were the big wheels of
industry and commerce. Even as he recalled it, the name Spencer
rang out in his head.

"You are quite good, James. I'm impressed
with your business knowledge." Cathleen praised. "The founder was
my father."

"My condolences, I'm sorry for your loss."
James consoled. This was starting to make some sense now. It hadn’t
been a week since the staunch founder had died.

"Thank you, I am the sole heir to his estate
and holdings." she explained.

"I have met royalty and stand humbled."
James said sincerely, he was in the midst of one of the most
powerful people on the planet. At 20 years old or so, she could
collapse economies. He wondered if she was savvy enough to realize
that fact.

"Once again, you dazzle with words, James."
eyeing him, "Wherever did you get your sense of phrase?"

"I've studied etiquette for my part-time
profession." James responded.

"That will be an asset for our future. Now,
back to the company I just purchased." she took a pause to sip her
drink. "Spenco has many assets here in the U.S. and our owners,
managers, and stock holders travel in and out of the city
frequently. Instead of Spenco or its affiliates spending money on
transportation, they could be spending money on its own
transportation company." pausing to let that sink in.