Daniel stared at the gorgeous girl in front of him.
"Jenny?"
"Yup!" she giggled up at him, extending her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Porter-Michaels."
He took her hand, shaking it as if she were a new acquaintance and not someone he had just filled with his cum in a train restroom.
"Why didn't you tell me who you were?"
"You never asked."
"Actually, I did."
She grinned. "Ok, you never asked when it was your turn to do so."
He shook his head, extending the handle on his suitcase and starting to walk with her towards the exit of the station. It was gone five o'clock, and had just started to grow dark, the gloom not helped by the thick layer of cloud that sat over the land.
"But seriously, how come you didn't tell me who you were?"
She paused. "To be honest with you I thought it might stop you from... well, fucking me." She shrugged. "I thought you were hot, and I was unbelievably horny. When I saw you staring at my tits I thought there was a chance I might get to fuck you, but then I realised who you were. I didn't want you not to follow through just because I was an employee."
"So you avoided telling me your name."
"Exactly. I decided I'd deal with the consequences afterwards, because right then my only thought was getting your cock inside me." She turned to grin at him. "And, frankly, I don't regret a thing."
"As you shouldn't."
They reached a set of stairs, and Daniel pulled his luggage up them. The station was nearly entirely deserted; a few people sat in the warmth of the waiting room rather than on the platform, and a single attendant sat behind a glass booth looking bored out of her mind.
He and Jenny moved towards the exit, saying nothing as they did so. Daniel was still taking it all in. He wasn't particularly bothered by the fact that the girl he had just fucked was his employee -- though there were probably some legal and ethical issues there he was unaware of -- but rather that it meant he would be seeing much more of her. He was trying to wrap his head around how potentially amazing that was.
"Well, since I was supposed to meet you here to discuss my new shop, perhaps we ought to talk about that a little."
She laughed. "Probably."
"Where is it?"
"It's on Main Street, which is about four blocks from here. If you'd like I could open it up tonight, show you around?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Perfect, I'll see you there at seven? Just ask any cab driver for the general store -- they'll know where you mean."
Daniel looked down at his luggage. "And do you know anything about my hotel? I was told nothing when I left."
"Wow, your family must really hate you," Jenny laughed. "Ah, sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's fine. You're right; they do."
"What on earth
did
you get fired for?"
Daniel cocked an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know? You might disapprove."
"Well now I
definitely
want to know!"
"I was fucking my boss's secretary..."
"Wow."
"... who was also his wife."
Jenny laughed. "How often? Like, once?"
"More than that... maybe ten or twenty times more than that."
She giggled again. "I can see why they fired you, though I bet you have no regrets."
"Not really. I hated that place anyway."
"Well, you're staying at the Mountain Inn. I booked the reservation in your name."
"Thank you. I'll see you at seven, Jenny."
She stared at him a moment, a glint in her eyes. "So... you like to fuck co-workers, huh?"
"I suppose I do."
"I can live with that." Then she turned to leave.
Daniel watched her go, a smile playing across his face.
I like this girl
.
*****************************
The hotel was pleasant enough, though rather lacking in amenities. Daniel would have rather been placed somewhere more luxurious but, given the details of this posting, he suspected his comfort was not at the forefront of his family's mind. They put him somewhere he had a bed to sleep in and that was pretty much it.
He collected his key from the receptionist and headed to his temporary home. Sliding the card through the lock, he pushed open the door and strolled into the reasonably-sized room.
Not too bad, actually
.
It could have been a lot worse, at any rate. It was clean, with what looked like a comfortable queen-sized bed, and large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the centre of Oyster Creek. From his fifth-floor vantage point he could see nearly the entire town.
It was of a decent size. Wikipedia had told him before he left that it had a population of a few thousand, and was the biggest town for a good hundred miles in this part of Oregon. A few taller buildings stood in its downtown, but even those barely hit ten floors. This place wasn't tiny, but it certainly wasn't a hive of activity, either.
Then again, I might enjoy that. I hated London, after all
.
Daniel stepped away from the windows, setting his suitcase down on the bed, and glanced at the bathroom. It, too, was better-apportioned than he had been expecting, with a large walk-in shower and marble counter with a mirror. It had no bath, but that didn't bother him as he never used them anyway.
He returned to his bed, rummaging through his luggage until he found his laptop, and quickly plugged it in. Connecting the Ethernet cable, he booted it up, and sat down to compose an email. He felt that despite everything he ought to check in with the company to let them know he'd arrived.
'Here at the hotel in Oyster Creek. Going to look at the shop later. Will check-in soon.
Daniel
P.S. Hope you suffer horrendous car accident and die, you fucking bastard.'
Daniel paused, then bit his lower lip. Shaking his head with a sigh, he deleted the final line and sent the email.
He stood, stretching his arms, before thumping down onto the bed. He really wanted to sleep, but a glance at the alarm clock told him he did not have enough time to do so before his meeting with Jenny.
"For fuck's sake," he growled, pushing himself back into a sitting position. He climbed to his feet, grabbed his mobile phone and room-key and left the hotel. There he waited for the cab he'd asked the receptionist to call on the way out, and directed the driver to the general store.
The journey was uneventful, and he climbed out of the car at seven o'clock exactly, handing the driver a ten dollar note and telling him to keep the change. One thing he'd have to get used to over here was the lack of colours on the notes.
Though that's probably the least of my concerns
.
Jenny was waiting for him, still wearing her long, grey coat.
"Hi!" she said, stepping forwards and waving him towards the door. "Let's get inside; it's cold out here."
Daniel took a moment to look at the shop's façade as she unlocked the door. It looked faded, but not entirely unpleasant, although the sign looked a little worse-for-wear. Blinds were down on all the windows so that he could not see inside, but the outside looked bearable.
A lick of paint and it'll be fine
.
Jenny had opened the door, and Daniel strode through, pleased to feel the warm air after the temperate outside. It wasn't exactly freezing out there -- certainly when compared to the UK at this time of year -- but he'd forgotten his coat so it wasn't particularly pleasant, either.
She switched on the lights, bathing the shop in fluorescent glow, and he bit back a snort. The place was a mess; boxes were scattered over the floor, and dust had collected on the exhibits. The shelves were lined with tat; from plastic tourist nonsense and postcards, to stuffed animals and hunting equipment.
"This place is a disaster," he breathed, and Jenny murmured her agreement.
"I'm sorry you had to see it like this," she said at last. "I've been trying to improve it since I started here, but with no contact with the money-men back in your home country it's nearly impossible to get anything done."
"How have you managed to keep it open?"
"With great difficulty. We get barely any customers; sometimes we can go days without a single one."
