Part 31: Houston.
The Boeing 737 began it's descent into Houston International Airport. Devon had already returned his chair and table to their stowed and upright position. The Flight Attendant, Devon hadn't cared to catch her name swept through the aisle to check that even the first class passengers were obeying the rules. Devon sighed and awaited the touchdown, turning to Jeannette. "When we arrive, you go find our luggage, and I'll meet you there when I have the rental car."
"Yes Master." Jeannette agreed.
The plane bumped down to the runway, and began to slow, the pilot working to efficiently bring the aircraft to the land maneuvering speed he needed to reach the gate.
The passengers didn't cheer as they had when the first part of the trip landed at Charlotte North Carolina, but then, the storm they'd flown through may have frightened them a bit.
Devon heard the announcement that cell phones could be turned on and he did so. Powering his new iPhone to start getting the information he would need to find his way to the Hotel.
Victor Kolich was ready to make a decision, and to take a small personal risk. He would meet with Devon, in private, to insure that they weren't seen, or God forbid, overheard discussing the subject of the meeting.
Devon saw two email messages light up, and he tapped the icon. They were both from Diane, relaying phone messages while he was in flight. Devon read the first, a confirmation from Sarah Miller, and the second, a request to arrange dinner from Victor Kolich.
Master Devon,
The man who would only identify himself as Victor called while you were in the air and asked that you return his call when you arrive. He asked if I knew your dinner plans, and I said I was sure you were engaged this evening, but I believed you were free tomorrow.
Slave Diane.
Devon nodded. The plan, such as it was, appeared to be moving forward. Devon decided to delay returning either call, he just didn't know enough yet to speak to either person.
Taking a glance around as the plan taxied to the gate, he spoke to Jeannette again. "We'll be having dinner with Victor, probably tomorrow."
"Yes Master." Jeannette replied. "And Miss Miller?"
"That's tonight. I'm guessing she'll be more comfortable in the Hotel's restaurant." Devon said.
"Probably crowded Master, she may not feel like discussing things there." Jeannette offered.
"Probably not." Devon agreed. "For that discussion, we'll go to the suite. Make sure you have your key with you, in case she would prefer to go up alone."
"Yes Master." Jeannette said.
After reaching the gate, Devon and Jeannette exited the aircraft and headed towards baggage claim. The Gate wasn't too far to walk and Devon did, knowing that the heels Jeannette wore would make her feet and legs hurt, and deciding that would be fine.
Devon oriented himself quickly, and sent Jeannette towards baggage claim while he stepped to the Hertz counter. "Hello, I'm Devon Jamison, and I hope you have my car ready."
"Sure thing sir, one moment." The smiling woman said as she typed into the computer. "OK, I have you here sir. A Grand Marquis, and we have it ready for you."
"Excellent." Devon allowed. Ten minutes later, the paperwork was signed, and he was given the keys to the car. Then she drew a circle on a map to show where he could find it.
Devon went to the Baggage Claim and found Jeannette easily enough. There were a half dozen young men who were trying to stand near her in what they hoped looked nonchalant, and trying to catch her eye to be given an excuse to strike up a conversation.
Devon paused and enjoyed the sight. Jeannette was wearing a business grey suit, of sorts. The jacket was buttoned, and her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show ample cleavage. Her skirt ended perhaps four inches below her shapely ass, and her feet were in heels that gave her calves excellent definition.
Near her were two bags all ready, a small suitcase that belonged to her, and Devon's big two suit special. She was watching the rest of the baggage go by waiting to spot one of the other two bags they were expecting.
Devon approached her and said softly. "You're drawing a crowd."
"Yes Master. They've been hanging around." Jeannette replied without stopping her search of the baggage.
Just as softly to Jeannette. "Kiss me slave, and give them a show."
Jeannette looked at him, and smiled widely. She threw her arms around him and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. Devon reached down and gave her ass a familiar, and possessive squeeze, letting the other men see the firm ass that he had.
Jeannette's eyes sparkled. She understood what had just happened. Master was showing off, and taking some pleasure in tormenting the squares. She glanced at the baggage and said. "Your suitcase Master."
Devon intercepted her and got it himself, placing it with the other two on the floor. The young men were now staring openly at Jeannette as she stood watching the bags go by on the conveyor.
Devon managed to snag Jeannette's hanging bag as it went by and then taking the baggage, carried it to the lot indicated in his map. He stopped once and glanced at it before turning and walking with Jeannette and finally finding a dark green Mercury Grand Marquis in the slot indicated. Devon tried one key, and then the other before the trunk opened.
Once in the car, all the bags having been stowed in the trunk, Jeannette sat and waited while Master familiarized himself with the controls. He got the seat, and mirrors adjusted, and then pulled out of the space and was headed for the exit. He paused long enough to pull his phone out of his pocket. "Start to program the map thing, I don't know anything about this city."
"Yes Master." Jeannette said and took the phone and selected the map option. She selected the hotel from the list of bookmarks, and then had it locate them through the GPS. In a minute it had the directions. Jeannette navigated them by watching the movement of the little dot on the map and soon she looked up and pointed. "There Master."
Devon pulled into the Marriott and up to the front of the hotel. He helped unload the baggage and put it onto a cart. Then he parked the car and returned to Jeannette. In ten minutes, the check in was complete, and they went up to the room assigned to them on the forth floor.
Jeannette began to unpack the suitcases while Devon sat in a chair and taking his cell phone started to return calls. First, he arranged to dine at the Hotel's Restaurant with Sarah Miller this evening, and then he returned the call to Victor Kolich.
"Mr. Kolich? Devon Jamison, I understand that you called." Devon began.
"Yes Mr. Jamison. I believe I would like to meet with you to discuss a couple items."
"Certainly Sir. I'm engaged this evening, however I am free tomorrow all day for your convenience."
Devon was surprised at the next question, and said. "I really don't know, I've never seen one." The meeting was arranged, and Devon hung up.
Jeannette was finished and kneeling beside his chair. Devon was tapping his finger on the table, and looking somewhat surprised. "Something wrong Master?"
"Victor wishes to meet us at the Greyhound track. To watch the Dogs run I suppose." Devon said.
"I've never seen dogs race Master." Jeannette admitted.
Devon shrugged. "Neither have I, so it will be a first for both of us."
The discussion turned to this evening, and Devon spent an hour briefing Jeannette on contingencies he wanted her ready for. Jeannette listened, and asked questions that seemed to indicate her understanding of his intent.
Devon rose and walked to the bed. "Slave, I'll accept some pleasure later, for now let's take a nap, we wouldn't want to appear exhausted when we meet Sarah Miller later would we?" Devon gestured to show he expected Jeannette to lie next to him on the bed. He kicked his shoes off and then lay down on the covers.
"No Master." Jeannette said as she joined Devon on the bed to take a short nap.
At seven PM, Devon arrived at the rotating Restaurant on the top of the Marriott building and was shown to his table. "The third member of your party hasn't arrived yet sir, when she does, I'll show her to your table."
"Thank you." Devon said. He ordered a drink for himself, and Jeannette asked for water. When the waiter had gone he asked. "Water Jeannette?"
"Mistress Ann is punishing me Master. It's all I'm allowed." Jeannette said simply.
Devon smiled faintly. "I think we can waive that while we're here on business."
Jeannette nodded her understanding. In another two minutes Sarah Miller was shown to the table and they rose to greet and meet her.
After the pleasantries were observed, Devon accepted menus and watched as Sarah Miller ordered a Manhattan as a before dinner drink. The next few minutes was given to perusing the menu and then they made selections and ordered from the Waiter who was nearby. Once that had been attended to, Devon began the business in a low voice. "Ms. Miller, I wanted to meet you and discuss the request you've made of our Academy."
Sarah Miller was fighting to remain in control. She could feel the power that Devon radiated. It was intense. Jeannette was as beautiful as legend had it, but Devon, he didn't really look like a trainer to the Greek god's, but instead, one of the Greek gods themselves. She fought her emotional response, demanding that her intellect remain in charge.
"I understand Mr. Jamison." Sarah said abruptly. "The question is can you help me?"
"I'll need more information first." Devon temporized. "If you're uncomfortable discussing this here, we can do so after dinner, I have a suite at the Hotel."
Sarah glanced around, the other tables were occupied, and something might be overheard. "Perhaps that would be best."
Dinner conversation was immediately reduced to chitchat, but it was obviously strained. Sarah's answers were primarily short and even abrupt. Devon ignored this and continued to talk about current events, the state of the economy, and even discussed briefly the quality of various automobiles.
Sarah was obviously annoyed, and wasn't hiding it. Devon considered as he allowed his mind to jump from subject to subject almost without thought. Sarah was tense, and annoyed. She wanted answers and she wanted them right now. Devon decided this was perhaps desperation on her part, and he wondered how long she had been fighting her desires.
Once the trio had returned to the suite to chat, Devon again playing cordial host offered Sarah a drink. She declined, and Devon decided it was best to get to business. "Jeannette, if they have a Scotch there, please fix me one on the rocks."
"Yes Master." Jeannette said and moved to obey.
"Get your self anything you wish Jeannette." Devon turned back to Sarah and asked again. "Are you sure you won't have anything?"
"I'm sure." Sarah said tightly.
"A brandy?" Devon offered again.
Sarah shook her head. Damn it, can you help me or not?
Devon accepted his drink and noticed as Jeannette knelt next to him she had a glass of water. "Ms. Miller, or may I call you Sarah?" She nodded her acceptance and Devon continued. "I'm going to need some more information, how long have you had fantasies of being a submissive?"
"Not very long." Sarah answered.
