The Empty Seat. I'm sorry that I have not come through, as promised, with Secaucus -- Part 2, but I haven't been able to get the story line settled. While I'm searching, I'll give you this story. You won't be disappointed in this romantic tale and the amount of sex in this story. All participants engaging in sex are at least 18 years old. Remember, this is pure fantasy. I ask for your forgiveness for any typos and grammatical errors. I was not an English major in college. Anyone wishing to volunteer to be my editor please reach out to me and thanks. Enjoy. NYBoss.
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The Empty Seat - NYBoss
Jordan Berg had just come home from a grueling business trip. He was an entertainment lawyer, based out of New York. Due to the nature of his work he gets to spend time in the Los Angels area a few weeks at a time. Still, he prefers to live in his hometown. That was the case for the past two weeks as he was working on the contracts for the stars of a new TV dramatic series. Jordan was the CEO of his company, with about 25 people working for him. Some of the lawyers specialized in the business of sports, others the movie business and some specializing in the music industry. Jordan handled all aspects of the business, depending on the client.
Normally, one of the newer lawyers handled routine contracts, but with a new series, the producers wanted to deal with Jordan directly. It was labor intensive work, but things worked out well for everyone.
Jordan took the red-eye home, and went directly to his apartment in the city. The next day, Friday, he would get his driver to take him to a concert at the PNC Arts Center. One of his clients, Brooks and Dunn were playing that night. He couldn't get the lyrics of the last song they would play, "Only in America," out of his head.
Sun coming' up over New York City
School bus driver in a traffic jam
Staring out at the faces in a rear view mirror
Lookin' at the promise of the Promised Land
One kid dreams of fame and fortune
One kid helps pay the rent
One could end up going to prison
One just might be president
Only in America
Dreamin' in red white and blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
After the concert, he would be able to kick back, and have a relaxing weekend. So, he thought.
Jordan was never good at sleeping on planes, even as he always traveled in the first-class cabin. Upon entering his bedroom, he removed his golf shorts and golf shirt and collapsed on the bed. He slept a good six hours.
On Friday, he called and spoke to his friend who owned the car service he used. "Hey, Tom. Instead of picking me up at 7:30, pick me up at 6:00 as I want to catch the second of the two opening acts, Scotty McCreery."
"Not a problem. Jordan."
"I'm going back to the farm after the concert." Jordan purchased a forty- acre farm in Red Bank. He had a few cows, a few horses and chickens, along with a hired farm hand and his wife to keep things in order. His dad was a CEO of a large investment firm. When he passed away, he left his estate, estimated at $500 million to his only child, Jordan. He just loved the property and when it became available he was quick to jump on it. This home gave him a respite from the city. He had improved the farm by adding many extravagances; the indoor-outdoor pool, the spa and the outdoor grill and kitchen.
"Sounds like a plan. See you soon."
Jordan showered and put on a clean pair of golf shorts and a Polo golf shirt. A pair of New Balance sneakers covered his feet. He had the ticket on his wallet and his backstage pass on a lanyard which he wore around his neck. It was a perfect mid-May evening, weather wise.
"I'll be down in five minutes" he called to Tom.
He brushed his wavy black hair. He stood six-foot, 2-inches and weighed one hundred eighty pounds on a very fit frame. His blue eyes were like ice. Women were attracted to him and men were jealous. For all his success as the CEO, his luck with the ladies was just the opposite.
He found women either chasing him for money or for his ability to get them into the industry. He was closing in on forty years old and he figured he was destined for a lifetime of bachelorhood with occasional trysts with women who were set up by friends.
After a few minutes of chit-chat, Jordan closed his eyes and was able to steal forty more minutes of shut eye. Tom showed the parking pass and was waved through to the VIP Parking area.
"Tom, I'll call you when I'm leaving the backstage area."
"Enjoy the show."
Jordan sent him a text. "I just sent you a ticket on your phone. You enjoy the show as well."
"Thank you very much. See you later."
Jordan was known by most, if not all, of the staff as many of his clients performed at the Arts Center. His ticket was in the middle of second section about fifteen rows from the beginning of the section. Dead Center. He preferred these seats instead of the ones closest to the stage. Before Jordan went to his seat he stopped by the entrance to the backstage area and said hello to man stationed at the door. They greeted each other with a bear hug. The man was Jordan's uncle. A retired police captain in Holmdel, he often worked part-time at the venue.
"Hey Sid, how's my favorite aunt doing?"
"She's doing well although she keeps wondering when will you be coming to the house for dinner. It's not like you are two hours away."
"You are so right. Tell her I apologize and will call her next week. I've got to get down to Florida, but perhaps after Memorial Day would work, if you are around?"
"We have no plans until the beginning of July."
"I'll see you after the show."
"Have a good time."
Jordan's aunt Beth was more like a mom to him. Ever since his mom died when he was seventeen and then after his dad died while Jordan was in graduate school, his aunt looked after him. Jordan cursed to himself as he knew his uncle was right. He owed his aunt a phone call and a commitment for a visit.
He worked his way down to his seat just as the first act was finishing her set. The house lights went up and he noticed a very beautiful lady sitting next to him. She looked to be in her twenties. Next to her were two teen-agers. Then there was an empty seat before the rest of the row was full. The woman turned to Jordan as he was turning to her. Perfectly innocent gestures.
Jordan said, "It's nice that you are taking your siblings to the concert." He said that with all honesty.
Jessica Brown started to laugh hysterically. "You think that these two are my brother and sister? It's a hell of a pick-up line."
"Yeah. Well, aren't they?"
"Not quite. They are my children."
"You're not old enough to have children that old," pointing to both of them, "looking the way you do." Her daughter dressed like her mom. She was a spitting image of her mom. Tall, elegant albeit, with breasts somewhat bigger. Same wavy auburn hair. Her son wore denim jeans with cowboy boots and denim shirt. He was Jordan's height, with a strong body. Looks like he worked out. He had a cowboy hat perched on his head, but had a full head of hair, a little lighter than his sisters'.
Jessica had on a short skirt and a sliver blouse tied in a knot below her ample breasts. Jessica had brown hair. She was about five-foot, eight inches tall and he guessed that her tits measured 34C. She was wearing pink lipstick and otherwise, very little make-up. She didn't need much as she was a natural beauty.
"How did you score tickets like these?"
"I won a contest on one of the Sirius stations. Four tickets."
"So, your husband decided to bail on you?" He pointed to the empty seat.
"Husband? No such animal. He bailed out a long time ago. The scumbag is long since gone. My son's friend got sick and he couldn't get someone to come with us at the last minute."
Jordan remembered that it was his company that provided the tickets for the contest. He wasn't going to say anything just yet.
"Sorry about the husband."
"Don't be. He was and continues to be a deadbeat dad. Divorced fifteen years ago. Kids and I haven't seen or heard from him, well, forever. Raising the kids by myself."
"From what I can see, you have done a great job. And, by the way, you are very pretty.
"Thank you very much," as Jessica looked down and didn't see a wedding band on Jordan's finger.
Jordan began to talk to Jessica's kids. He found out that they were twins with Sam being four minutes older than his sister, Emma. Sam played guitar in the school band and Emma sang in the school choir.
The lights went down as McCreery's set was about to begin. Forty-five minutes later, the lights went back up and they began to set up the stage for Brooks and Dunn.
"Mom," Sam said, "I want to grab something to drink. "I'll be back before Brooks and Dunn starts."
"I'll go with him," Emma said.
"Tell you what." Jordan said. "Can you please bring back a Coke for me. Jessica, you want something?"
"I'll take a Coke as well." She was reaching into her wallet, but Jordan was faster. He handed Sam a $100 bill.
"Get something to eat if you want."
All three of them said, "Thank you."
"Was that your way of getting my kids out of the way so we can have some quiet time alone?"
"First of all, I don't think anything will be quiet in this venue, but it did cross my mind. I want to tell you that it was my company that put up the tickets to the seats you are sitting in. I'm an entertainment lawyer, the CEO of the company, and Brooks and Dunn are my clients."
"Well thank you very much. You would never have met me if I didn't get the tickets. And stop looking at my tits!" Now she was flirting with him.
"Guilty as charged. Sorry but I meant no disrespect. And, If I would have known who would be sitting next to me, I could have rescinded the tickets." He started laughing as did she.
"You know how long it has been since a man looked at me, even with tits this size." She lifted them up to show their fullness, "Way too long. So, thank you and you can keep staring if you like."
Meanwhile, the twins were running up the steps and got on line for the drinks. They indulged by purchasing ice cream sandwiches for everyone. As they were on line Sam turned to his sister and asked, "Did you see any sparks between mom and Jordan?"
"Damn right. Mom does deserve some happiness in her life. I don't know what we can do to force the issue?"
"Perhaps we don't have to. Maybe nature will take its course. Let's see if he asks for her number by the time the concert ends."
They got back to the seats a few minutes before the stage was lit up for the opening song. Sam was handing the change back to Jordan, when Jordan put his hand up and stated, "Hold onto this for the next concert you go to." It was over fifty dollars.
The kids stayed standing, dancing and singing, for the entire concert. Jordan and Jessica were lucky. The seats in front of them were unoccupied so they were able to enjoy the show from their seats, except for the opening song, "Brand New Man" and the last song, "Only in America." By the end of the concert, Jordan and Jessica were dancing with each other, laughing and singing out loud."
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