Driven Lust (4 page)

Monday came way too fast for him. Another
long day was expected as he had classes during the day and work
that evening.

Arriving at work, he went to get his
itinerary for the evening. Two airport runs and a time trip, all in
a sedan. Limos are fine the first two times you drive them but they
are stressful work. Who wants to be responsible for thousands of
dollars? He was happy to stay in a sedan for the evening. As good
fortune would have it, he was placed in one of the new ones.

His first two runs were simple. Pick up a
board member of a 'Fortune 500' company and drop them at a hotel
downtown, then pick up a couple coming back from vacation and drop
them at their home.

With both of those done, he was ready for
the time trip, most likely a dinner run. Pulling up the paperwork,
he looked for the name and found Cathleen Spencer. '
Well
Cathleen, where are we going this evening?
' he thought as he
looked for a destination. 'As Directed" was all that was given.
'Ok, so where do I get you?' and found the address was on
Carpenter's Creek.

James didn't remember the exact address from
Saturday night and it could be a neighbor. He guessed he would find
out soon enough and headed for that secluded road.

The addresses ticked by and his was coming
up. Sure enough, it was the same driveway, same cast iron fence,
and same circular driveway at the top. Finding it odd he should be
back at this beautiful mansion so soon if at all, he stepped out
and stood by the door. He eyed the mansion again with all of its
décor. Yep, it takes money to have that much marble and glass.

He was early for the 6pm appointment, but it
was planned. If you aren't early, you're late, was the chauffeur’s
creed. He stayed still with his hands folded in front of him,
waiting on his client.

He didn't have to wait long as Cathleen
Spencer stepped out. Wearing a blouse that cleaved to her belly and
a tight mini rapped around her, she looked the image of a model.
She appeared older than James had thought, perhaps twenty three.
James greeted her as she neared. Opening the back door for her, she
stopped.

"I'm riding up front." she said, and James
bowed and stepped up to open the front passenger door.

After she climbed in, James looked back
towards the mansion, "Will there be anyone else?" thinking she was
up front so others could fill the back.

"No, just me." she replied.

James closed the door with a shrug and
walked around the back, checking doors and trunk to ensure their
closing, and then to the driver's side door. Clients in the front
seat make it an uncomfortable ride for the driver. Taking a moment
to sigh, he opened the door and climbed in.

"What the hell did you do to Lisa?!"
Cathleen snipped, causing James to jump in his seat. He shut the
door and gave it a moment’s thought.

Honesty had always been his best policy, but
how he submitted it might be crucial here. "I did as I was
instructed." he replied, plain, simple and true.

"Oh? Did she ask you to bruise her ass
cheeks? Leave fingerprints on her hips? How about that limp you
gave her? Perhaps she likes carpet burns!" she rambled on.

"I never meant to harm her.” he interrupted,
“It wasn't my intent." James defended. Just realizing the damage
he’d caused, it shot a bolt of fear in him. He never wanted to
injure anyone, especially a woman.

"My God man, you fucked the shit out of
her!" she exclaimed. "She hasn't walked right in two days!"

He wasn't used to high profile clients using
such vulgar language and it took him back somewhat. "With all due
respect madam, I questioned her twice before submitting to her
will." he explained, trying not to raise his voice.

"Well, I guess I got my money's worth then!"
she cackled, letting out a sigh.

James raised his eye brows at that, not sure
if she was serious or joking. She might even be half out of her
mind for all he knew. Deciding that he couldn't decide what was
wrong with her, he changed the subject. "Where would you like to go
this evening?" he asked, hoping it wouldn't take him till six
o'clock in the morning to get home like last time.

"Oh that reminds me” she confessed, “I need
a date." and then blinked her devious eyes at him.

"And where is this date located?" James
asked; a little perturbed with the lack of information. Everyone
must think he had a crystal ball or something.

"Right beside me, I need you to be my
escort." she chirped, as if he had no say in the matter.

James knew nothing about being an escort. He
wasn't sure the company he worked for would allow him to play such
a role anyway. "Madam, I couldn't do you justice. There are others
better qualified to escort you." he reasoned, not knowing her
plans, he suspected something didn't seem right with her
demand.

"You'll do fine, we just need to get you
different clothes." she contested, as if it were no big effort.

"Whomever you intend to impress will not me
dazzled by me, I can assure you." James argued. She was way out of
his league. Spoiled in social status and money, Cathleen might as
well be socializing with the homeless, as much class as James
thought he could offer.

"You speak well; you look good; I need no
other to do any better." Cathleen replied. This young man would do
her bidding and she could easily ensure it. "Besides, I am paying
for your services well. Follow your instructions and we won't have
an issue."

‘
Great, as directed was his instructions
and she could direct him to do anything’
. James hadn't
contemplated quitting, it just wasn't part of his nature; but if it
got too far out of hand with her demands, he would have that card
to play. This was more her decision and he did his best to convince
her otherwise. His job was done as far as he was concerned after
telling her twice it was a bad idea, and whatever she had planned
would put any consequences on her. "I am at your service." he
replied, placing the vehicle in drive.

"Good, head for Lacy's department store."
she instructed.

James did as instructed and soon was parked
in a lot near the requested franchise. Climbing out, he walked to
the passenger door and opened it for his client. Shutting the door
for the client, he stood for instruction.

"Follow me." she instructed and James led
her to the store. With her in the lead, they didn't enter the front
door but went to a side door instead. James thought it odd but
opened the door for her.

Stopped by a lady with a name tag, he and
the client were allowed to pass and they were led to a dressing
area.

"I am looking for apparel for this
gentleman." indicating James, "Some formal attire will do." she
explained to the clerk.

"Any particular name brand?" the clerk asked
and was answered with, "Gucci should do."

Not long after, James found himself trying
on different suits. Mrs. Spencer settled on a dark single breasted
two-button signoria suit, and then wanted a dress shirt to match.
Shoes were next, and soon, James looked like any other well off
playboy.

Adding the charge to her account, they both
exited with James wearing the new clothes and his old ones in a
shopping bag.

"Please put those in the trunk along with
your briefcase and paperwork." Cathleen requested, after arriving
back at the car.

James had an issue with that. His weapon was
in the briefcase which was a safety precaution for him while
roaming the city late at night. He had a CCW license, but didn't
like carrying the weapon on him while dealing with clients. It had
a way of making people uncomfortable if they saw it on him. Placing
it in the trunk meant more time getting to it if needed.

"I'd like to keep my briefcase if possible."
James requested.

"Why? Take what you need and put the
briefcase in the trunk." she instructed.

James stared at her for a few seconds.
Opening the briefcase, he retrieved his 9 mm and laid it on the
seat. Closing the briefcase, he picked both up and headed for the
trunk. Using the remote, he opened the trunk and put the bag and
briefcase inside. Clipping the holster on the inside of his pants,
he closed the trunk and moved back to her door. He opened it and
stood waiting for her to get in.

She didn't mention the weapon and climbed
right in. James took his seat and started the sedan.

"Simon's Country Club, please." she
instructed.

James was aware of the club. The city big
shots congregated there, most for pleasure, but some with business
in mind. Although his client could easily afford a stretch limo,
she had chosen a sedan for other reasons. A flashy limo draws
attention, where a sedan could have anyone of little importance in
it. This afforded her privacy in a sense and she wouldn't be
bothered with oglers.

En route to the club, James was advised not
to open her door and let the valet park the car. This was a
problem, as nobody could drive the car but the chauffeur in charge
of it. Always a good driver, James called and talked to his
supervisor requesting permission.

"Dale? James, I need to allow a valet driver
to park the car." James started.

"You know you aren't supposed to let anyone
drive the car. Why are you bothering to ask?" the supervisor
chastised.

"I'm sorry but my client is most insistent."
James replied.

Dale let out a huff, "Who the fuck you got,
the president?"

"No sir, its Miss Cathleen Spencer sir."
James answered.

"Thee Cathleen Spencer?" Dale asked
incredulously, "Hold on, let me pull up your trip ... yeah, you got
her. Listen James, if she tells you to wipe her ass, you best ask
her if she wants to start from the front or the back, do you
understand?"

"Yes sir, understood." James replied; a
little shocked they would break a rule like this. Usually, only the
drivers are insured and anything happening to the vehicle with
someone else driving would not be covered, not to mention the
liability should that person be harmed. He couldn't ask what made
her so special right in front of her. All he could do was comply
with the order. James hung up and glanced at his client, riding in
the front of his car, and looking at him.

"So, if I need my ass wiped, would you
really do it?" she asked, then grinning, "I like it front to back
if it helps."

"I'm sorry; I didn't know you could hear
him." James apologized. Damn that boss of his. A crude man with
little etiquette, construction workers had more class. He not only
hired James, he also worked the same shift, making him James' boss.
He learned to tolerate the man due only to his position.

"So?" she inquired.

"So, what?" James asked confused.

"Would you?" she asked.

"Would I what?" not understanding where this
was going.

"Would you or would you not wipe my ass?"
she taunted.

"You wouldn't want me to. I am a male after
all. I could take advantage of it, wouldn't you think?" avoiding
the question all together.

"But if I wanted you to, you would?" she
kept pressing.

"I would for my own selfish reasons." he
assessed. "You must realize that."

"You are hard to get a straight answer from,
Mr. Farlow." she sighed.

James had only supplied his first name on
Saturday. She must have obtained it at his work. Even more,
requested him for this trip. The paperwork was in his briefcase in
the trunk so he couldn't verify his assumption at the moment. He
made a mental note to check when he had the chance.

Pulling into the country club, the valet
took the car. They entered with Cathleen's arm wrapped around his.
The beauty of the place was astonishing. From the cathedral
ceilings to chandeliers, it was an immaculate establishment.

Cathleen was greeted by another patron whom
she introduced as Gerald Green. James was struck by his jewelry, as
it reflected the lighting. Obviously, he had great wealth and
wanted to flaunt his fortune.

"Gerald, this is my consort, Mr. James
Farlow." Cathleen introduced.

"Ah, a fortunate man to have such beauty on
his cuffs." reaching out his hand.

Shaking the man's hand, James replied, "A
gift from heaven I believe, and I am blessed."

They chatted a few minutes for a while and
let the man go to his other friends. Cathleen led him to the
balcony where wicker chairs sat in front of the view. A stone table
separated them. Taking a seat, James was greeted by a waitress
seeking an order.

"Would the good lady like a beverage?" James
asked.

"Indeed; a gin and tonic please." Cathleen
replied.

"A soda for me, preferably ginger ale?"
James asked.

At this point, James wasn't sure why
Cathleen would even bother with all this, since it seemed the only
purpose would be to have prominent people witness her with
James.

That puzzle was solved with the arrival of
another patron.

"Miss Spencer, a pleasure." a man spoke
directly behind James.

"Ah, Mr. Davies, likewise." Cathleen
responded, and gestured to the third wicker on her right.

James was aware of only one Davies, that
person owned the company he worked for. Although they had never
met, James heard nothing but good things about him. He wondered if
there was a relation standing in front him.

"Frank, this is my consort, Mr. James
Farlow." Cathleen introduced.

"It is certainly a pleasure meeting you
sir." James responded, shaking the gentleman's hand.

"Farlow, Farlow ... Seems I know a Farlow."
he mumbled, releasing the hand shake.

Frank took the seat offered and James sat
down following him. The next few minutes was spent with idle chit
chat that usually starts any conversation. It died after the usual
topics were discussed.