Chapter 13
Marriage & Murder
I arrived at the office feeling energized and ready to face anything. At least I thought I was ready. Rachel was her usual chipper self and even at this early hour there was a stack of messages waiting. Again, the first one was marked urgent. It was from Philippe and had no return number.
"Do you know what this is all about?" I guessed he had made his flight arrangements and would be coming in next week.
"Yes Sir, he left a voice message saying he would be arriving at the airport at 10:30 this morning and hoped you would have time to meet with him today."
I guess this was more urgent than I had surmised.
"What does my schedule look like today?" I was pretty sure I was free and I was getting excited about dealing with my first client.
"You have a few calls scheduled for this morning but beyond that your calendar is open. Would you like me to arrange a car to meet him at the airport?"
I thought quickly and decided to turn this into a test.
"No car. Have the company limo take you to the airport. I would like you to meet him. Also, make a reservation at the Hyatt. Make it a suite with an open departure date. He will probably be a bit worn down from the long flight. I want you to be sure he is comfortable. Do whatever it takes to get him settled in. You can bring him to the office at 2."
I quick read told me she knew exactly what I meant by being sure he was comfortable and with out hesitation she responded with a simple "Yes Sir".
"Bring my coffee", and with that I headed into my office to deal with the balance of the phone message and to prepare for Philippe.
It was 10 when she buzzed to tell me she was heading out. Luann would be filling in for her while she was out. Damn, I had forgotten all about my morning blowjob. So much for rituals.
"Ok, send Luann in and check in with me when you get to the hotel." I was tempted to remind her of her instructions but decided to let it go and see how she did once Philippe arrived.
Luann knocked on my door a moment later and as she entered I saw Rachael heading down the corridor.
Luann was the exact opposite of Rachael. She was the stereotypical bookworm. She stood about 5 foot 6 but looked much shorter as she stood hunched looking down at her shoes. She wore thick glasses that hid most of her face so it was difficult to tell if she was even slightly pretty. Her skin was pale and lightly freckled and her dark red hair was pulled back in a plain ponytail. She had the kind of hair that would explode into a wild bush if set free but I guessed it could be tamed if she took the time to do anything with it.
She was dressed in a white blouse that was buttoned up to her neck. It fit loosely so there was no telling if she had breasts at all. She could have been flat for all I could tell. Her skirt was just as unflattering. It was a long, gray, wool tweed that fell just above her ankles. If all of this wasn't bad enough the shoes were the real killers. They looked like old-lady orthopedics in black. She could not have made herself look less inviting if she had tried. Still, my overactive libido began wondering what would be unearthed if I'd taken the time to peel away the layers of frump.
She was clearly nervous. In fact, she was wound tighter than a watch spring. If I'd made a sudden move she would have crumbled. It was strange. How could anyone be this nervous? It wasn't like I was some monster. I needed to probe a bit.
What I found was a startling combination of things. First, she was generally nervous in front of any new person. She was just to shy and that shyness manifested itself as physical tension. She hated this and wished in the worst way that she could get past this and learn to interact with some measure of normalcy.
The second thing I found was a bit more surprising. She was a slave and Uncle Steve was her master. I dug a little deeper and found this was a relatively new status for her and she was still not entirely comfortable with the role. She had entered this role willingly in the hopes that it would help her break out of her shell. She hated being so shy and she hated the fact that it left her virtually incapacitated. She was having her doubts now.
The last thing I discovered was pleasantly surprising. Rachael had advised her that I had forgotten about my morning blowjob and let Luann know she might be called on to provide this relief. Luann was not uncomfortable with doing this but was really afraid that she would not perform well enough. It seems Uncle Steve had found it necessary to teach her how to properly perform this service and she still lacked confidence in her abilities. I would be happy to give her my own lesson in the art.
"Luann, please have a seat. I have a number of updates for my calendar."
She dutifully sat opposite my desk, raised her pad and waited for my instructions.
I added a number of appointments and a series of new phone calls I had scheduled. I also moved a few items on the presumption that Philippe would require some time beyond the afternoon. I dictated three letters I needed to get out and also dictated notes I wanted at hand for this afternoons board meeting. In all, it took about an hour and fifteen minutes to get things organized and I was just about to invite her to suck my cock when the phone rang.
It was Philippe calling from the car.
"Good morning Kenny. Thank you for organizing the car for me. Also, thank you for making time for me. I'm sorry I couldn't provide more notice but I got the last seat and it was on very short notice." I listened as I fantasized about Luann on her knees.
"Welcome Philippe, would you excuse me for just a second?" I didn't bother to put him on hold. I decided I'd tickle his libido just a bit.
"Luann, please come over here and suck my cock." It was a polite command and she moved without hesitation. She had certainly learned how to free a cock. I was comfortably ensconced in her hot mouth in a flash.
"Sorry Philippe, I'm running a little late this morning. I normally like to start my day with a nice blowjob. I find it helps get me settled into the days activities." I was so matter of fact about it he couldn't help but laugh just a bit.