My rest day came at just the right time. I hardly left the comforts of my bed, as the previous four days had taken nearly all my energy. Thankfully, room service arrived with a feast for me to use to reload and prepare for the next round of women.
Taylor Swift had the following day scheduled all for herself. It was the last day I would get to spend with her, so I knew that she would want to make it count. The next week, a whole new group of celebrities would be arriving at the resort, bringing a lot more work.
Taylor arrived right on time. I could tell that she had a sexual hunger that needed to be satisfied as soon as I saw her. Our relationship was different than that of most of my other clients. It appeared that not only did Taylor need me for the sexual release, but she also needed me to satisfy other emotional needs.
Moments after answering the door, Taylor and I found ourselves ripping each other's clothes off in my bedroom. The rest day had served me well, as I was ready to take on Taylor's sexual ferocity. Somehow after over a year on the job, I still couldn't help but be surprised every time I saw Taylor naked. Even with our past, she still had an innocence and modesty imprinted on my mind.
The next hour was far from innocent or modest, though. Taylor and I took turns working our bodies on one another. Taylor rode me with a certain aggression I had never seen from her. We both knew this is the last time we would be together for the next few months; she needed to get her money's worth.
Over an hour past before our bodies finally separated and fell beside each other on the bed. Taylor's small perky tits rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. I couldn't help but scan her sexy long body sprawled out on the bed.
"Seems like you have had a good week," Taylor said with heavy breath, "Selena told me that you two had quite the time together."
"I certainly enjoyed it. I'm glad to hear that she enjoyed it too."
"We were discussing that we will need to find a way to book you together with us soon. I plan on talking with Eliza before I leave about how we can work that out."
As if the passionate sex I had just finished wasn't good enough, now I had a threesome to look forward to. Hard to beat that type of start to the day.
Taylor and I did as we always did: sex and talking. The day was full of sex; albeit, not as long or intense as our first romp of the morning. The talking was also great. It bummed me out that Taylor was just a client and not someone that I could actually hang out with on a regular basis. While our sexual attraction was always high, what I missed the most was how down to earth she was.
Ariel and Jennifer closed out the week strong. I had been very worried about the strenuous schedule, but everything seemed to work out well.
The next week and a half seemed to fly by. Kaley Cuoco and Meghan Trainor made a few visits during the time; but most of my time was filled with lesser known celebrities, who left a weak impression in the bedroom.
It was difficult for anything to compete with that first week of celebrities. Taylor, Selena and Ariel stuck in my mind for the remainder of the retreat. Those three had probably offered me the best sex during the entire retreat.
On the final day, everyone from the Agency met at the convention center for the closing ceremonies. Mark Ziller, the owner and founder, got up again to thank us for our hard work. He tried to offer up a pep talk, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. I know his speech fell flat with me, mainly because I was getting to see Samantha for the first time in two and a half weeks.
Samantha and I whispered back and forth during the entire speech. Even with all of the fun I had during the "Customer Appreciation" portion of the retreat, I had still missed Samantha. For the first time in a long time, I longed to be with someone.
Mark finally finished his speech, and all of the associates made their way out of the convention center to charter buses that were parked outside. By the time we made it to the airport, the large group of associates split up. The group split up into smaller groups who were headed to different terminals to catch flights back to their homes. The Los Angeles group was by far the largest individual group, which made sense given the history of The Agency and its geographic proximity to many celebrities.
I was seated next to Samantha on the long flight home, which made me incredibly happy. We both seemed anxious to catch up, but we tread lightly around the talk about work.
"How'd your time go these last few weeks?" Samantha asked, once she had overcome the fright from takeoff.
"Oh, you know, it was pretty good. Some good times and some less exciting times. I'm worn out, though. Ready to go home and rest."
"I hear ya. This is probably the toughest time of year for me. Hopefully I picked up a few new clients out of this. I had some high rollers show up. If I even land one or two of them it would help me out a lot."
To some, the thought of their girlfriend with another man is a turn on. For me, that is not the case. It made my stomach a little uneasy to imagine anyone with Samantha. I realized that it was part of our job, because I was doing the same thing; but it didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. I did my best to avoid the subject of work.
"What are you planning on doing when we get back to LA?" I asked.
"I'll have a few days off before my next assignment. I was hoping that I could spend at least some of the time with you," Samantha replied with a smile.
"Of course, I'd love that!"
Samantha laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. We were both exhausted from the last few weeks, but it was extremely comforting to feel each other's warmth once again.
Mid-flight, we both fell asleep. By the time we woke up, the wheels of the plane were touching down in California. Every associate wanted to rush off the plane and go home, which actually made getting off the plane take longer. It had been a long month and everyone seemed to be happy to be home.
The whole gang met up at baggage claim, chatting one final time before we went our separate ways. It seemed unlikely that we would be able to get all six of us together at the same time, at least until next year's retreat. Everyone hugged and went their separate ways.
Jake and I had ridden to the airport together, so we got in the car and headed back to my apartment. Jake began to tell me about all the women he had been with over the last few weeks. He seemed proud of both his client base and his prowess in the bedroom. I mainly stayed silent and allowed him to brag.
Jake didn't bother sticking around for long when we got to the apartment. He took his bags out of my car and loaded them into his and hit the road. I was glad to see him go; not that I didn't like him, but I needed some time to myself.
The next morning, I woke up to a text from Samantha, which wasn't surprising given we had texted ever since leaving each other at the airport.
