Chapter Three - Friday a - Heather

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Heather wakes to her phone buzzing softly on the bedside table. She sits up quickly, picking up the phone.

"Hi sir!"

"Good Morning, Heather. I'm sorry to wake you so early."

"It's ok sir. I'm glad you called. Are you doing ok?"

"Yes, my work is going poorly, but we're still trying and looking at every angle and there's still much to do. Heather, do you trust me?"

"Yes... sir," she answers, hearing a tone in his voice, that serious tone he uses when he is being particularly intentional.

"Marco will be at your door in just a few minutes."

"Sir?"

"No questions. No hesitations."

"Yes, sir." she breaths.

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I hang up quietly, greatly anticipating her arrival. I know I won't see her until later in the evening, yet I am certain my patience will be rewarded. I knew she was a gorgeous creature from the moment I saw her. But tonight... I know she will be dazzling.

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Heather checks the time. 6:15. She peeks out the window and sees a black Lincoln town car pull up. She rushes to the closet and slips on her robe. She moves quickly to the door, equally eager and nervous, wondering what Patrick has planned and why so early. She stops at the mirror by the door and tussles her hair... "bed head!!!!" she thinks, just as the door bell rings.

"Good morning Heather!" Marco greets her with a smile.

"Good Morning! Marco! Please come in."

"I'm sorry for the early start. Patrick asked me to give you this." he says, stepping just inside the door.

He hands her a gift bag. Heather smiles her thanks and rushes upstairs to her room. Sitting on the bed, she pulls a note from the bag.

==== note ====

Heather,

I am very sorry for the early hour. I was very happy to receive your message last night. Inside the bag are some simple clothes for you. Don't pack a bag, don't bring your phone or your purse, or anything. Marco will take care of everything and deliver you to a place I have prepared.

I was so happy when you reached out last night. I want all of you, if your offer still stands.

Your Master,

Patrick

==== note ====

Heather finds loose soft gray shorts and a simple, oversized light pink sweatshirt in the bag. She drops her robe and dresses quickly. She considers the diamonds and other fine jewelry in the drawer, but decides she only wants the key which still hangs around her neck. She holds her phone in her hand for a bit, confused and uneasy not bringing it... or her purse. She won't have anything... but she trusts him, and perhaps this is how Patrick wants her, completely dependent on him. She smiles at the thought, shivering. Soon, Marco is helping her into the back of the well-appointed, luxurious Town Car. She sits in the forward facing back seat with a full window. Another seat faces her, its back to the driver. Marco gets in and opens the sliding partition.

"Marco, where are we going?" she asks, leaning forward, looking at him in the mirror.

"It's a surprise Heather!" but he winks and smiles. "Relax. You're going to enjoy this... adventure."

Heather sits back in the seat, so many questions racing through her mind. She fingers the key she wore to bed through the sweatshirt, opening his note, rereading his words.

I want all of you, if your offer still stands

She contemplates the words... what she texted to him last night. A shiver runs through her as she remembers what she told him... that she wants to take care of him, to serve him... including sexual services. Marco interrupts her thoughts, snapping her back to the moment.

"There are beverages in the compartment in front of you. Help yourself. The drive should be quick given the early hour. I'll make the trip as nice as possible."

"Thank you Marco!" Heather smiles.

As her neighborhood slowly disappears, she opens the built in cooler and takes a juice and some water. Traffic is light and Marco moves on to the highway, heading downtown. She watches the early sun, the light clouds and the city moving past. Marco exits the highway, but instead of moving into the city, he turns and heads towards the lake. Heather sits up, wondering where they could be going and soon they turn into the small lakeside airport. Marco weaves through the parking lots and a security guard waves them through a check point. In a moments, they pull in near a small executive jet. He gets out and moves around the car, opening the door for her.

"... where are we going Marco?... " Heather says hesitantly as Marco helps her from the car.

"Please don't worry Heather. We will take very good care of you."

Marco gives her his arm and Heather smiles softly, still unsure.

"Heather? Do you trust me? Do you trust Patrick?"

Heather looks at the plane, the stewardess waiting in the open cabin door, sees a small jet race down the runway and into the sky. She takes a deep breath and look at Marco.

"Yes, I trust you Marco... with my life."

"Thank you Heather. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. All you have to do is enjoy the ride!"

Marco leads her to the stairs leading up to the cabin. The stewardess smiles as she enters.

"Hello Miss Pierce. I am Brittany. I will be taking care of you on the flight. If you will follow me...?"

"Good Morning! Thank you Brittany. Please call me Heather."

Brittany leads her to a large leather chair and helps her buckle in.

"We are cleared for immediate departure. I apologize for the rush. Once we are in flight, I will return and get you a beverage and maybe some breakfast en route?. Now, sit back and relax. We will be off momentarily."

The plane taxis past the small facility and tower, then turns and swiftly moves down the runway. Heather feels the force press her back into the seat and then, they are in the air, moving up between the clouds. The take off is smooth and in a few minutes, Brittany returns with a small tray.

"Coffee? Tea? Water? Anything at all..."

Heather smiles and asks for coffee and water. She stares out the window absently, wondering what is coming. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, still anxious, but trusts Marco. And she is certain of her choice... she simply wants to be where Patrick is. She knows he has thought everything through and has specific things in mind for her. Just the thought of it makes her tingle. She will be his good girl.

She stares out the window and watches the clouds far below as the plane banks left and heads into the rising sun... east... New York. Philadelphia. Boston. DC. So many places he could be. Yet, where he is doesn't matter. He had said he was going to be busy all weekend with his business dealings, so she doesn't even know how much she will see him. And still, it doesn't matter to her. Heather wants to go on this great adventure, that is all that matters.

She thinks of her text message to him last night, thinking of how she might be able to take care of him when he has any time... to serve him. She imagines showering with him and washing him... of toweling him dry and helping him dress. She pictures ordering him breakfast and coffee and making sure he is ready for his day.

Caring for him and helping in the morning sounds wonderful to her, and she doesn't think she will see much of him during his day. Yet it's the end of his day that sends a shiver up her spine. She imagines kneeling before him, pulling his pants off, laying him back to relax... and servicing him, just as she has seen the girls in the videos do... she wants to please him and worship his cock. She draws a heavy, excited breath. Sighing, closing her eyes, she takes another deep breath, letting it out long and slow... and finds, she is strangely calm.

"Heather...?" Brittany touches her shoulder and Heather opens her eyes, startled, sitting up suddenly. "I'm so sorry Heather..." Brittany apologizes.

"oh... hi... it's ok..." Heather smiles stretching a bit. "I must have drifted off."

"You did, but thought you might need it since our flight was early. We are nearing the city. If you move to the other side of the cabin, you will get a beautiful view."

Brittany helps her to another chair, and swivels it so she can see out easily. Heather leans forward and peers out as the city comes into view ahead and below her. New York! Brittany brings her a small selection of fruit and more water. She eats lightly as the plane moves out over the water and the city comes into full view, the morning sun playing off the buildings. The sky is clear as they pass over the coast and across to Long Island. Heather stares out at Manhattan, wondering where she is going, where Patrick might be... thinking of what is to come.

The past two weeks are a blur to her, a wondrous, crazy dream. Patrick has exploded into her life and she knows nothing will be the same again. She wonders how he found her, what happened... why her? Yet in the end, she doesn't truly care... she is here, flying into New York on a private plane. As the plane drops in to La Guardia, she takes a deep breath, trying to control her breathing, suppressing her growing excitement.The small plane lands and moves through the strange ballet of the airport and in a short while, stops at a small hanger building, another black town car waiting. Marco exits the cockpit and opens the flight door.

"I hope the flight wasn't too bad, Heather, even with the early hour."

"It was nice Marco, thank you."

"Give me a few minutes and I'll come and get you. The driving into the city shouldn't be too bad."

Marco exits and Heather sees him approach the car. Brittany returns, smiling, holding a small tray of toiletries.

"I know the morning has been a whirl wind for you Heather. If you follow me, there is a small room at the back of the cabin. You can freshen up, I can brush out your hair and you can feel a bit more human."

Heather smiles and follows her behind a curtain to the small back cabin. There is a mirror, small sink and a chair. Brittany sets the tray on a counter next to the sink and Heather sits. Brittany starts to gently work at Heather's hair, removing a few small knots. She stares at herself in the mirror as Brittany continues. Her eyes are a little weary looking and she hopes she can revive before she sees Patrick. He has seen her at her worst, so she supposes it doesn't really matter... but she wants to look good for him.

"Brittany, do you know if I am meeting Patrick somewhere this morning...?" she asks hesitantly.

"I honestly don't know Miss Pierce... Heather. Patrick called yesterday and asked us to be ready just in case, but that's all we heard. No details other than a quick flight from CLE to the city. I wish I could be more helpful."

"Thank you Brittany." Heather smiles politely. "and thank you for the wonderful flight."

Heather moves to the exit door and down the short stairs. Marco opens the rear door and again, helps her into the car. He quickly whisks them from the tarmac and out onto the highway, moving towards the city, navigating the traffic like a seasoned city dweller. The partition lowers and Marco greets her in the rear view mirror.

"My apologies Heather. Traffic looks to be heavy this morning. I will do my best to make the drive into the city smooth and easy."

"Thank you Marco. This is so wonderful. You have taken such good care of me.

"My pleasure."

"Marco...?" she moves into the forward seat. "Please. Where am I going? What is going on?"

Marco laughs softly. "Please don't worry. Patrick has a wonderful day planned for you. I promise, all will be wonderful. So sit back and enjoy the ride and the views. When we hit the Queens bridge, the views out the left will be fabulous. I'll even ride the left lane so you can see."

"Thank you for taking care of me." Marco starts to close the partition again, but Heather stops him... "please... can you leave it open?" Heather takes a water from the small cooler and offers it to Marco.

"Thank you... I have always said Mr. Patrick has excellent taste. I normally mean that in terms of cars and clothes and sports and restaurants... but I think he has great taste in people too."

Heather laughs, "Thank you Marco!"

Heather moves to the left side seat and stares out the window, soon seeing the wonderful views of lower Manhattan. She has never been to the city and marvels at the skyscrapers as they cross the river, soon disappearing into the metropolis, the sky replaced by tall buildings. There are people everywhere, the hustle and bustle, cars and buses and bikes and noises. Heather moves to the seat behind Marco again.

"Marco...?" she hesitates...

"I am taking you to the St. Laurent to see Madeline. She and her staff will be taking care of you today. Please don't worry. You will have a wonderful time, I promise."

"The St. Laurent?." she wonders aloud.

"Yup. It's a wonderful place."

"It that where Patrick sends all his girl?" she smiles, but Marco knows buried in the light tone is a delicate and intentional question.

"No," he laughs. "I only know Madeline by reputation and a few trips Patrick has taken there to relax. Honestly, Patrick has never had a woman in his life long enough to treat her to something like the St. Laurent. But that's what makes this a little odd... he's been planning this visit for weeks."

"Really? But I only just met him?"

"Well, something changed a little while back. The focus he has always had in the business world, suddenly got turned to something personal. I didn't know what it was until last weekend. He is a driven man and now, you are his focus. He has conquered the business world, and honestly, I think he has missed the rest of life. He only knows one way to roll... and that's All In. Whatever you did, you have his attention..."

"But I don't know what I did? Do you? I think I remember bumping into him a couple times at the building... getting coffee, walking or on the way out to lunch. He was always so nice and polite, but nothing more."

"I thought when he started working in the building that he was researching an investment opportunity, but I don't think that was it at all. It was you Heather."

"Me??" she laughs. "I didn't even know him. Who is he Marco?"

"Patrick is... Patrick. He's driven and successful... travels quite a bit, mainly on business. He doesn't have a family so he created his own... you've seen some of it.... Robert and his girls, Marie and her family. Sylvia and Bridget. He's intense. He's one of the most capable people I've ever met at everything he does. He doesn't do things halfway... it's all or nothing."

"But why me?"

"I don't know what happened. All I know is things changed a few months ago. You'll see him later today and may ask him. But I can say... he never does anything without purpose and knowing everything he can about a situation. I think you might be surprised at what he might know about you. Don't let that scare you. He is a kind and generous person, more than anyone I have ever known, and I've known a bunch of wealthy people. He is very genuine. He doesn't put on airs. He is comfortable in a corporate board room. But I've also seen him shot-gunning beers while tailgating with complete strangers!"

"wow..." Heather sits back, wondering how he found her, what he knows about her, why it's all happening... and happening so fast.

Traffic is busy, but moving fairly well. They head west, and pass the south end of the Park. They continue west, heading through the busy streets. Heather stares out the window at the city, such a wonderful, interesting drive. They cut across midtown, west of the park, then a quick turn north and they are in the older neighborhoods, picturesque brownstones, lovely trees... some expensive real-estate. After several blocks, Marco pulls off in front of one of the many brownstones. He opens the door for her, offering a hand as she steps out. He leads her up the steps where he rings the bell. The door is opened almost immediately by an elegant, older woman with light gray hair and soft hazel eyes.

"Hello Marco! and this must be Miss Heather. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Madeline. Welcome to The St. Laurent. Please come in."

Heather shakes her hand politely and steps into the foyer. It is old and beautiful.

"Thank you Marco. We will ring you when she is ready."

"Very good Madeline."

Marco leaves and Madeline closes the door.

"Thank you for joining us here today Miss Heather. We have a full day in front of us, but don't you worry... we are here to take care of you and prepare you for your evening. You are our most important client and only guest today!"

She gestures to the right and leads Heather into a dining area with several round tables. At the front window, overlooking a window garden filled with flowers and the small trees lining the quiet street sits a smaller table laid out with fresh fruits and juices, a selection of pastries and coffee.The weather is pleasant and the windows are open.

"Please sit. Could I bring you something from the kitchen... an omelette, pancakes... anything you would like at all?"

"No, thank you. I had a small bite on the plane. What's here looks perfect. What's going on this evening?"

"Patrick asked us not to provide any details," Madeline smiles politely. "I will be back in a short time and we will get started."

Heather leans back in her chair, staring out the window. The sounds of the city are somehow faint here... she hears the birds chirping and the flowers smell wonderful. Helping herself to some fruit, taking her time, she smiles slightly, tingling inside. She has no idea what Patrick has planned, or why she is at the St. Laurent, or what Madeline does.

'But does it really matter Heather?' she wonders. 'I followed Marco out the door on a complete whim... and you know exactly why you're here...'

Her looks around the room... the house is opulent... rich woods, thick carpet, wonderful paintings. She sips at her coffee, enjoying the rich flavors, enjoying a slow, lazy breakfast. Madeline enters, just as she is finishing up, almost as if she were watching but Heather never saw her.

"Miss Heather, we have a wonderful day planned for you. Mr. Patrick was very emphatic that we pamper you and provide you with every comfort... it is what we do. If you are finished with your breakfast, please follow me..."

Madeline leads her down a hall leading back into the building and into a small room. Hanging there is a white terry cloth robe.

"If you would please disrobe and slip into the robe, we will be visiting Evelyn next for a wonderful manicure and pedicure. We will launder and fold your things for you. Please walk out when you are ready."

Heather feels awkward but strips bare, setting her shorts and sweatshirt on the chair, embarrassed that she has no under garments. She slips into the wonderfully soft and comfortable terry cloth. As she leaves the room, Madeline is approaching down the hallway. She leads Heather into a room further along the hall. Waiting is a delightful middle aged woman who introduces herself as Evelyn. She ushers Heather into a comfortable lounge chair and soon her hands and feet are soaking in wonderful warm water with scented oils. In a few minutes, four girls enter and surround her, one on each of her hands and feet. They start using emery boards and files and clips, carefully taking care of her nails. Heather has had her nails done, but nothing like this incredible pampering. They lay her back into the chair, a warm cloth over her eyes, gently massaging and cleaning her hands and feet with such wonderful care and expertise. She relaxes, listening to the soft instrumental music, taking in the soft aromas of incense and oils. They are very good at their work and before long, they are helping her to her feet.