This is my newest story. Thanks to my editor AccentsNTattoos for her wisdom and editing. Without further ado, here is The arrangement.
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Julianne Mills, the daughter of John and Marie Mills, wasn't the class valedictorian, nor was she the class clown. She was the average girl. She worked hard in school and earned decent grades. Once she graduated from high school, she went to a state school and gained a degree in sociology because she wanted to become a social worker. She believed in helping others and working hard to do it.
She carried that foolish notion until she found herself an unhappy state employee laid off due to budget cuts which had taken place two years ago. With federal unemployment benefits that were about to run out and no hope of getting more, a completely tapped savings account and her everyday living expenses piling up, she had nowhere to turn until one day she literally ran into Peter Baker.
She apologized profusely, cursing her stupidity and helped the older, strikingly handsome gentleman to his feet before excusing herself. He took one look at her and knew exactly what he wanted. "Miss? Excuse me, Miss!" shouted Peter to her. Hearing a voice behind her, Julianne stopped in her tracks and turned around to see him striding towards her.
"Yes, sir? What do you need?" she asked him innocently.
"Actually I have a business proposition for you." he responded bluntly. He stared intently into her dark chocolate colored eyes until she blinked and looked down.
"I... I don't think I understand you sir. What do you mean?" she stammered, eventually looking up into his piercing blue eyes.
"I have always wanted to engage a woman like you in a relationship...of sorts." Peter began while taking in her appearance. She looked like she had been neglecting herself; run over sneakers, jeans too loose in the hips, and huddled into a jacket too thin for the cold Manhattan winter.
She looked at the well dressed older man closely and squinted her eyes at him in understanding. "You mean a sexual 'arrangement' of sorts?" she asked him while curling her index and middle fingers, using air quotes.
Peter watched her closely before speaking again. He allowed his eyes openly eye fuck her body. When his eyes landed on her face he could tell she was heated at his open proposition by the affronted look on her face and watched as she began to storm off in a huff.
Before she could take five steps he was somehow in front of her pushing his business card in her hand with his cell phone number written on the back. As soon as he was there, he was gone, leaving her watching the taillights of his stretch Lincoln town car limousine.
Three months passed since the incident with Peter. In those trying months Julianne barely scraped by. She had sold all of her possessions for quick cash and was now down to sleeping in a sleeping bag on the windowless bathroom floor. She was left with virtually no money and less pride as she contemplated a desperate move. Pulling out the card from the dirty pair of jeans she wore when she ran into him, she dressed as warmly as she could and made the trek to the nearest payphone.
When she called the number she was told to give her location and to expect a car to come for her within the next half hour and to be showered by then. She walked back to her apartment with lead feet. She disrobed and showered preparing for whatever this man had planned for her, but expecting the worst.
The car came on time and she reluctantly got inside. She watched the buildings zoom by in the night and was a bit shocked when the limo stopped on the curb in front of an upscale lingerie boutique. The driver opened the shade that separated them and handed her a note. She was to go inside and follow the instructions of the employees there. The doorman escorted her inside where she was given articles of 'clothing' to wear, red stilletto heels and a white trench coat to cover her.
The women at the shop fussed over her makeup and placed a red blindfold on her when they were done. A hand helped her up and she was led out of the building back into the car. After driving for a while, they stopped someplace and she was escorted inside again while having no clue where she was. She was placed in a room and left alone for several minutes. In reality, Peter stood in the room waiting for her arrival.
After what felt like hours, she felt strong hands undo the belt of the trench coat and smooth down the lines of the lingerie she wore. A pair of lips felt close to her neck and her suspicions were confirmed when she heard and felt a deep inhale of the vanilla scent of her body soap.
She was led further into the place, where she heard soft sultry music from Les Nubians playing in the background. Hands crept up her face and peeled off her blindfold. After adjusting to the lighting of the room, so finally saw that she was inside a sprawling home office decorated in dark colors and expensive antique furniture with rich leathers.
"Hello Julianne." Peter finally spoke. He looked at her up and down, admiring her voluptuous figure.
"Hello. Wait... how do you know my name? And who are you?" Julianne asked very confused as she did not know how he would know information about her.
"I want to discuss our 'arrangement' as you have called it." stated Peter, ignoring Julianne's question and mimicking air quotes like she had when they first met.
"Ohhh...... kay..." Julianne spoke rather softly while cocking her head to the side.
His sharp blue eyes peered intently into her soft brown eyes. Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, she blinked rapidly, noting that the heat of his gaze never left her body. He gently cleared his throat before starting.
"I will contact you for us to meet and you will be escorted from where you are to a shop for apparel, then sent straight here. When we are here, you will do as I say. No exceptions. In exchange for your cooperation, I will pay you ten thousand dollars for each time we 'meet'." Peter informed her.
Julianne trained her face to not show her reaction to his words. However, she couldn't help the sharp breath she took in at his words. She closed her eyes, contemplating their new arrangement. Peter brushed past her and approached a cart filled with vintage bottles of wine and champagne and selected a bottle. He opened the bottle with a pop, and placed the alcohol into two flutes that were accompanied by a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. Turning slowly toward her he asked, "Do you have any questions Julianne?"
"Yes, I do." Julianne stated shakily.
A wry smile played on Peter's lips. "What may that be dear?"
He walked towards the desk she stood next to and placed the tray with food and drink on it.
"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" Julianne asked in a low voice.
"My name is Peter. And I know your name because I hired someone to find out information about you during the three months you kept me waiting." Peter calmly told her while sipping the champagne.
"Do you have a last name, Peter?" Julianne asked in a rude tone.
