Pamela was curled up in a chair set at an angle where she could look at Michael and with the turn of her head, get lost in the endless lights of Houston. When the lights outside started to flicker as the sun began to rise, she quietly closed the heavy drapes, ensuring Michael could sleep as long as he liked. He had earned his rest. The sex was outstanding the prior afternoon and even better after dinner.
She admired him for a few minutes before padding into the living area, folding up the sleeves of the sky blue shirt she had picked out for him. She left it open, enjoying the touch of linen freely caressing her lightly tanned skin and pale breasts, keeping their tender, reddened tips erect and inviting in case he woke up. Men liked it when she wore their shirt. Was it a subtle claim of ownership or how they enhanced her nicely shaped legs?
Gathering their used glasses, she put them in the sink before cleaning off the table. There wasn't much else to do to show her abilities as a prospective partner in the luxury apartment. Brushing out her softly curled, blonde hair and adding just a touch of lip gloss, her green eyes smiled remembering how Michael had made it pretty clear he enjoyed her fresh faced. She knew a man like him was seldom ever speechless and he had been for a good minute seeing her after her shower. He even liked the splash of freckles over her tiny nose, something she had always hid with make-up. They had enjoyed each other twice more before dinner.
Making coffee was out of the question. The smell would almost surely wake him. It always did her father. Pamela instead opted for the mineral water Michael had gotten her last night after going out for dinner. Settling on the couch in the large living area, she again looked out the window, watching the sunlight slide down the side of a high rise some two buildings away.
As she tucked her feet under her she realized just how sore she was. She hadn't had sex in months, let alone the marathon they shared yesterday. The after dinner finale was as close to physical love as she had had in the last two plus years. Her tender, still swollen, pink nipples were more of her doing than his. She absolutely loved it!
Her mind drifted to how she got here and the hopes & dreams that appeared to be finally coming true.
She wasn't crazy about Houston, but her time here had served a purpose. It was easy to get lost in the throngs of people and places; forget the pain she left behind in San Antonio.
"The anonymity of a big city definitely has it's advantages."
Those were Ron's closing words to her when the wealthy, sixty-something man with the piercing blue eyes, suggested she move here. He was kind, gentle and very generous. She had never heard Ron utter a harsh word and much like her father... doted on her. She smiled at the precious memory of their first 'meet and greet' as a new 'Sugar Baby'. She didn't even think her profile was posted when he called. He had listened to her all night long, even dismissing the waiter when he told them they were closing before he himself refilled her wine glass.
His driver, Mr. Black, sat quietly some thirty feet away. He faded from sight as the restaurant shut off the lights and dimmed those the two of them had to have. She'd soon learn Mr. Black was always near by, seen or not.
Ron had asked after their very late evening together to meet with the large, stoic, man. It was from him that Pamela learned what would be expected of her. Ron's likes and dislikes, her routine when she arrived on Tuesdays. It was simple really. She was to be a trinket, a fine portrait, a play mate of sorts and always... Always a distraction. The perfect mistress; oddly with out the sex.
If she needed something, she asked Mr. Black. If there was a problem, she told Mr. Black. If Ron had a special need or request, it would be explained by Mr. Black. She was never to bring anything but happiness and a youthful exuberance into his house. Her allowance would be in an envelope, on the counter, in the kitchen of the small apartment above the garage. It had its own entrance from the garage, where she was to park her car during all visits. Her itinerary, as well as Ron's suggestion as to her attire for the day would also be there.
She was intimidated at first until Mr. Blacks steel gray eyes softened just a bit to assure her that Ron liked her very much or he wouldn't be sitting here. Ron's attention to her all night, listening to everything she chose to share and a few things she didn't mean too, made the decision easy... Well that and the knowledge that her own apartment was already waiting for her.
She found the arraignment perfect on her first visit. The estate was beautiful, the pool expansive and the small 'entry' apartment had a walk-in bath where a pale, green sundress hung. Her itinerary was simple: Change into her new dress, choose a pair of sandals from the bedroom closet and meet Ron on the rear patio. There was a diagram oh how to get there.
Pamela did as instructed, pleased that Mr. Black had added a few more details when giving her the keys at her new apartment in Houston. 'Nails always done to match and never a hair below her neck. Always be on time, always smiling and follow your itinerary to a tee. Nothing more and nothing less.' Stripping off her own sundress, matching bra and panties, she admired the reflection staring back at her.
The only blemish's she had were in her mind. Her pale skin, always polished, glowed with the extra effort she had applied today. Her nails matched her lips, more red than pink, but certainly not garish. She chuckled noticing how close the very tips of her breasts resembled that same tint. A full Brazilian wax eliminated any hair.
She was ready.
Slipping the new dress over her head and then smoothing the soft, light material with her fingers, she couldn't resist waking up the girls. If she had not had the wax, the small triangle she had always kept would certainly be slightly visible. There were several sandals to chose from, all leather and expensive; she chose white. The small map guided her to the patio where Ron rose to greet her. Taking her hand, he turned Pamela in a small circle.
"Perfect."
Blushing, she dropped her head. Long, steady fingers lifted her face to meet his.
His thumb brushed over her cheek.
"The dress looks good on you Pamela, but I think anything will. Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"Excellent."
His searching blue eyes held hers for a full minute before guiding her to a chair next to where he had been sitting. Pamela found she was attracted to this tanned, white haired man with his strong presence and gentle manner. Like the first time they met, he made her feel safe, even protected as they chatted here at his home.
A pitcher of what looked like iced tea quietly arrived, a glass placed first in front of her before both were filled.
Pausing for a moment while tasting the mint flavored tea, she looked out at the perfectly maintained property. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his eyes lingering on her legs. Re-crossing them, she didn't adjust the bottom of the dress as she usually would and let the left sandal dangle from her manicured toes. She pointed towards the pool.
"You have a golf course out there?"
He chuckled.
"That's a putting green Dear."
"By the pool?"
"That's so I can keep an eye on you when you're at the pool and I pretend I'm practicing."
They teased back and forth for a bit, her shifting around in her chair, he enjoying every fresh view the pale green she wore allowed. She loved that he liked looking,
having forgotten how much she enjoyed men looking at her... especially men like this. That was their first Tuesday together.
Tuesday's; Ron's day. It became the one constant in her previously confused life. Tuesday brought stability and security. Pamela reveled in the unique relationship they shared. She focused on making him happy when they were together and spent a great deal of time thinking how she was going to please him when they would be again.
They spent most all of them at his mansion in the past year plus. Playing back gammon or gin or lying by the pool; he often watching her applying her lotions. Sometimes he'd linger and talk while others he'd practice on the putting green. He loved looking at her and hearing her babble on about what ever. Occasionally they'd go shopping, letting her take home the clothes she chose while Ron's choices stayed in the apartment she always arrived at.
She learned he loved tan lines and he chose the bikini's that put them where he wanted. He loved her feet and she spent a lot of time making them perfect.
But most of all, Pamela knew he loved looking at her. She had seen the many security cameras around and truly believed her arrival apartment was also under watch. She often took her time changing clothes or taking a nice, long shower after lounging at the pool. Even if he wasn't watching, it thrilled her to think so.
Michaels voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What are you doing in here, leaving me all alone in that big ol' nasty bed?"
She giggled, dropping her feet to the floor and stretching her hands high above her head. She loved the way he was looking at her.
"You started to snore and woke me up."
"I don't snore."
"You did last night." she pouted.
He leaned against the door frame, his sandy hair disheveled and brown eyes teasing. He was easy to look at. Fit, not to tall and hung like a horse.
"Come on back to bed you."
"Ohhh no. You're not putting that thing back inside of me Mister. I can barely walk now. Besides, I need some coffee and a shower before I have to go."
"Go?"
"Yes...Go."
"I'd like you to stay Pamela."
It was more of a demand than a request. She wasn't pleased.
"It's my time with my daughter Michael."
Debra was something they hadn't talked about. You could hear a pin drop over the next thirty seconds before he finally crossed the room on kissed her softly on her upturned lips.
"You know that's the only reason I'd let you out of my sight Pamela."
"Let me?"
"You know what I mean."
She got to her feet and started toward the bath. Entering the bedroom, she looked over her shoulder.
"I like my coffee black in the morning Michael."
She lingered in the shower, running things through her mind. She wasn't due in San Antonio until late tonight or even early tomorrow. She just needed some time. Time to plan what was next and more importantly, talk to Ron.
She saw Michael come into the bathroom and leave quietly before closing the door. She smelled the coffee even before leaving the shower. Michael had placed a large mug near the sink and a new tooth brush next to it. He wasn't going to make any of this simple. She really wanted to stay...
After toweling off and brushing her teeth, Pamela wrapped a towel around her and taking a deep breath, entered the bedroom. Michael was standing there, bare footed and wearing jeans, holding the coffee pot.
"I'm sorry for pushing Pamela."
