The continuation of a story where a young couple are forced to deal with issues because they are apart working in different major north-eastern cities, notwithstanding they had only been married and completed their honeymoon days before.
Sam has continued his irresponsible ways and collected a STD.
Carol was able to find out about Sam's ways and she took her own private form of revenge. Her problem is she has been forced to become a high priced NYC escort to pay the mortgage over a unit that will have been isolated by floods from Cyclone Harvey.
The big issue is how they work through the mess and their end objectives. How badly will their relationship be impacted by what they are suffering, like many other Texans post Cyclone Harvey?
Monday Morning 11
th
Sam woke early with an itch that needed a shower. The STD was responding to his anti-biotics, but his mind was not. How come?
It was on the plane up to Chicago in the prior week that he met and sat next to on the plane this long legged buxom beautiful young woman who was travelling up to Chicago as she said for some photographic assignments. They talked over Sam's camera and he showed Melissa some of his photos down at the resort in Nassau, progressing from Carol's more conservative Macy's type shots through to bikinis and swimsuits.
From his memory Melissa was impressed and kept pressing for more of the less conservative. This should have twigged to Sam as an issue, but thinking through his lower abdomen, he was flattered and he did show some of the less racy photos on his private memory card. The reality was those photos were excellent and they would do any model proud in her portfolio.
By the time the plane arrived at the terminal Melissa had given Sam her private card with mobile number and she had pushed him into taking a few photos of herself that she would use for promotional purposes. She agreed to call him at the Marriot on the later in the week to set up when and where and she promised to bring a wardrobe range with a particular advanced memory card that suited Sam's Leica and the quality for the style of personal photos she wanted.
When he looked back over his coffee, that morning and what followed was a disaster for Sam.
Melissa much later turned out to be a porn star who was progressing up the ladder in her industry and she took no prisoners.
Melissa arrived in a beautiful longer style of dress one would normally expect to see at the races. Low but tasteful cleavage, with a great floral colourful pattern that swirled around her body on a background of white. A small fascinator completed the outfit of a classy lady.
The foyer of the Marriot was a great start for photos and the staff had no interest other than to check out the buxom lady. Next was the classical style hallways that complimented Melissa's attire. Melissa had a black lacy cocktail dress that required a change room, being Sam's bedroom; the photos were taken in the flower area of the atrium and emphasised Melissa's boobs and fantastic figure. Sam took a lot of effort to arrange how Melissa's hair fell over her face and neck and how he could focus on her huge brown eyes that glistened with life. Sam enjoyed being able to arrange her body by twisting or turning her and how he was able to use his hands over her figure while he was to his mind appearing to be professional. He was getting a hard-on. Experienced Melissa knew exactly how to play the harp and teased appropriately.
Melissa: I have a bikini and some nightwear. Would it be OK if you took some of me in those, (eyes flashing subtly) in your room.
Sam was hooked and he was controlled by his dick again: Sure.
Within five minutes of being in Sam's room she had put on the flimsiest negligee and g string, posed beautifully all over the bed getting the best angles of her boobs and mound, brown eyes and anxious body. Within ten minutes she had Sam by the cock giving him head and impressively taking his large cock down her throat. By 15 minutes they were sixty niner's and their hands were all over their bodies. Within twenty minutes Sam was buried deep in Melissa's pussy and they were fucking like pro's. His seed had been planted deep into that well used cavern and Sam realised this woman was no amateur or lady. Melissa rolled Sam over on his back and gave Sam the camera implying she needed action shots while she fucked him cowgirl style, after a due amount of masturbation and sucking pro style. Sam responded and his dick met the demands. She had cum flowing from her pussy, down her face and out her lips. He had his unprotected fun and so did she, but the consequences?
Eventually Sam had to call it a day as he had to catch a plane, not all he caught that day. They quickly checked the photos and Mel took the memory card. A quick shower and Mel was gone with her free photos for download onto her site.
Back to the present.
Sam: Good morning Sam here.
Susan: It's Susan. We need to talk. How about breakfast at the Marriot?
Sam: Good morning. Its 7.30am. How about 8.00am in the coffee lounge? You sound terse? Anything important?
Susan: Yes and Very. OK see you then and there.
Sam rang Carol on her mobile in NYC. She had worked until midnight doing research on the De Bois project: Morning blue eyes. Trust all is well there. Stayed dry?
Carol: Oh hi loving husband with that great body. Good to hear your voice. Miss you terribly.
All Ok, but am working on researching golf courses and potential acquisitions down in Texas, so was working a bit late last night on the web. Could do with some sleep and ideas on courses that may be distressed after Cyclone Harvey and maybe Katia? Do me a favour and let me know your thoughts tonight when we talk?
Sam: Interesting people you meet up there. Assume investors. They will need very deep pockets, honey even after the Cyclone because they are golf mad down there as you well know. Am going to have a working breakfast in a few minutes, so got to run.
They spoke over their itineraries for the coming week, each having in mind it was a good idea not to be around each other for their normal pleasures but both coming from different directions. Sam was going to be on his anti-biotics for another week before he would want to snuggle up to any woman, but especially Carol. They went through their normal routines and talked over what their friends had told them about the aftermath of the Cyclone, with Sam reassuring Carol their little unit was safe from the floods.
Sam ended the conversation and quickly headed down to the coffee lounge.
There was Susan seated in very conservative attire compared to her last visit in a dress suit seated and sipping coffee quietly reading the Post.
They talked over the pleasantries and then got to the point.
Susan whispering: I don't know if you realise what a mess you caused giving me and Verity the clap. For one thing you will be reported by your doctor to the CDA. We also will be reported. We are both married, but at least we can duck them for a while because they are off losing golf balls again this week. We have to tell the members of our "club", if you know what I mean and that is not going to go down well. I can warn you if this ever re-occurs you are going to suffer some pain of the variety you will not appreciate from people in the "club" who don't take very kindly to these risks. Just think of "Eyes Wired Shut" and you'll get the drift. Now you are banned from any activities with club members for two months. Do I make myself very clear.
Sam: Very. I cannot apologise enough. I just don't know what to say, other than it will never happen again. The warning?
Susan: No warning big guy, just a very sincere promise.
With that Susan picked up her paper, menacingly glared at him and left leaving Sam with the bill and an ashen face.
Sam sat there just looking into his strong black and pondered what had happened to get him into this mess and how he could get himself back on track with everyone including his employers.
Monday Afternoon 11th
Chicago: His golfing adventures on the Saturday and Sunday were looking like producing positive contracts at decent rates. There was one other issue. Charles' daughter was making not unsubtle overtures towards him and his,"er" golf swing. He was not complaining of course, as she was exactly how Sam loved his women, long legged, decent boobs and extrovert loving red wine women.
A working lunch was with Charles and his Board at their premises. The CFO and the Treasurer were also present; they turned out to be perfect foils for Sam's pitch. Within two hours the details were worked out and Sam had organised head office to forward the necessary contracts.
If Sam could just focus on his work, for at least a week he would set himself up for work around Chicago for months. Other members of the Board wanted him to spend time with them at other premises where they had non-executive directorships. At least something was going right for Sam. He just needed to keep his dick in his pants and stay out of harm's way with his client's male staff.
He resolved to catch up on his technical reading and client research for the next week. At last some common sense. Meanwhile his head office had been moved north with all the staff and directors escaping the cyclones. Sam was seen as the glowing light as the boss sought to re-construct his business and re-establish controls.
Sam could see his boss only concerned himself with performance and figures, so he was safe while he continued to perform. He was able to download a lot of useful data from the firms records on golf courses around Galveston, Houston and Dallas and previous history of flooding around those courses via google. He was looking at scoring a few points back in the Carol scene. He needed to, but he did not know just how badly he did.
NYC: Maria and Carol had been called in for a private pool party with two agency clients and two of their guests. The clients were managers of the two baseballers, who starting to back down the performance ranks and the managers were seeing their commissions going backwards so time to act. Both had niggling injuries that they were trying to play through, but those injuries were taking their toll on them more mentally than physically. The manager's solution was to get their guys away from the ballpark and relax for a while, put their feet up and clear their minds, drink a few wines and enjoy a pool afternoon. This was explained to Carol and Maria before the guys arrived.
James and John made their impressive entrance with team back packs, obviously containing their swim gear. James was 6 feet tall, white Caucasian, very well dressed in slacks and polo T shirt, clean shaven and demonstrably married displaying a gold ring on his left hand. John was Afro-American, six feet two, also well dressed and well presented with a gold ring on his wedding finger. Both were introduced to the girls and they were perfect gentlemen, but under pressure as could be seen on their faces and the way they reacted with their managers.
Lunch was served by caterers and the conversation was totally dominated by baseball and how their team had been progressing up the ladder. James and John were obviously very good friends, but very competitive individuals demonstrated by how they talked about their injuries and their recent scoring stats. Their managers expressed their concerns that they were so focused on what they weren't doing on the field, rather than what they needed to do. Both managers probably had psychology degrees and were all about motivation: We want you guys to get your problems out of your minds for a few days and freshen up. Forget about baseball. Just focus on yourselves, OK?
Carol: My experience with our golfers down South has been that they play with wrist and back injuries trying to play through the pain barrier, but that only makes them play worse because they try to force things and take risks they really should not. Personally I don't think there is much difference between golf and baseball in that context. How good are you guys at swimming and water sports?
