My Only Talent Ch. 23
Hey There Lonely Boy!
Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's recent schedule.
I got back to the dorm just in time to pack up all my stuff before it closed down for the holiday: having Erminia send a limo was proving very convenient. After our 'training session' with her ended this evening, the driver was instructed to take Millie and me anywhere we wanted, including summoning another limo if required to take her east to Houston and me north to Prosperous. Unless we finished very early, that well might be needed, as the last flights either one of us could catch to make it home tonight were around 9 PM. Millie had a lot more stuff packed to take home than I did, and it took us a while to get everything into the cavernous trunk of the limo. Kevin had left the dorm early this morning, to spend the holiday break in Vegas with his dad, stepmom, and Lou Baby.
Nora was also long gone, having taken at her father's direction the "oh dark thirty" Jet Blue flight from AUS to JFK to then catch a British Airways flight to London. She told me she was puzzled by his plan because she didn't think she could make the connection unless the London bound flight was quite late, but her father assured her that he had things handled. We were going to touch base via email or text message later so we could meet up in London when I knew my exact schedule for my trip with Barry Fermy. Suzanne was off to spend her holiday in Washington DC, where her dad had taken a gig as a visiting professor in international studies at Georgetown, presumably until the next presidential election cycle allowed him access to some other opportunities. Lara was off to Beaver Creek, Colorado, where her family had a summer house to escape the crushing Dallas heat of July and August, but this year they were going to do a white Christmas there, with Lillian Gish, her dad's new significant other.
I was going to spend one night and day with my folks in Prosperous, before heading to London to meet Barry Fermy and his team and Abelard Peters for a whirlwind tour of current and potential construction sites, and their corporate offices. I would take an afternoon flight from DFW which put me in London early the next morning GMT time. I was supposed to sleep on the flight and then immediately get on London time when I got there, to reset my circadian rhythms and minimize jet lag. I was going to studiously ignore Barry's other suggestion: fast for eighteen hours before boarding the fight, to facilitate allowing my appetite to reset my circadian rhythms even more easily. If I did that, I was sure that my overactive Suzie receiver equipped and therefore inordinately sugar hungry brain would shut down in a coma long before the flight arrived. Barry even gave me business development homework on the flight – get three business cards from passengers near my seat and do a 'six degrees of separation" analysis on each of them to find out who they could connect me with. Barry was quite the slave driver, but according to the annual report I perused, he also made $3M in bonuses last year. I would get back home on Christmas Eve, spend the a few days with my family, and then head back to London on New Year's Day for the more mysterious second business trip, this one to meet with some prospective clients of Abelard's firm, although I still didn't know where.
The Christmas decorations on Congress Avenue were ablaze with light and tossing about in the winter wind as we left Millie's sorority house and headed south toward Sapiento's newly completed high walled three house complex just south of the river, and the Austex locals were surely ready to enjoy a few days without the student population pressure. I could see the east side of Lara's high rise off to my left, and if I closed my eyes I could also picture Lara. Colorado seemed very cold and very far away. My phone beeped with a text from Nora. Her dad had 'surprised' her with a Christmas planned away from London, so she didn't catch that flight to London, but rather found her whole family waiting for her plane at JFK. After a few family rituals, they grabbed a charter for Bermuda and a big rent house, hopefully with Christmas weather a little warmer than they wound have found at home on Eaton Square. I guess I wouldn't be held warmly in the bosom of her family for the next week or so, then. Was I relieved or sad about that? Were they avoiding me? It certainly meant I had less promising social prospects while in the UK before Christmas. If Peggy wasn't around, I was going to be the lonely little drummer boy, focused on business development and nothing else. Maybe I would be good for me.
The driver pulled into Erminia and Sapiento's place and I found it decorated in full Christmas holiday splendor, complete with tall evergreen trees and short waxy holly bushes in big ornate planters. The guards were still dressed in understated grey suits though, not elf costumes. They disappeared as she ushered Millie and me into the 'salon' that housed our sexual therapy sessions. Erminia was in a smiling good mood, and if my plan for this evening worked, she would be smiling even wider still. Millie was also feeling foot loose and fancy free, having finished all her classes. I certainly had 'loose' plans for both of them, and I decided I had better fully slake my sexual thirst tonight in case my London trip turned into a long dry spell.
As I turned to look avidly at her, Ermie suddenly seemed a little shy and apprehensive, perhaps anticipating that this might be a breakthrough session for her. My idea was to keep her totally off balance and focused only on pleasing Mille and me, so she would respond involuntarily and autonomically to her own pleasure, without thinking or associative guilt. She was perfectly made up and in a basic black dress that probably cost more than a semester at ESU.
"Strip and get on your knees, slave! Tonight you must demonstrate total focus on pleasuring your Mistress and Master! One moment of distraction from that task and you will be punished very severely." This brought a quick gasp: Erminia lacked Millie's affinity for pain, and truly dreaded such punishment. The prospect of it did excite and focus her, however. She quickly shed her clothes and dropped in front of me.
I took off my pants and underwear and offered my dick to her. She sucked it in with complete concentration, ably demonstrating the skills she had learned this semester. She lacked Lara's fervent devotion or Suzanne's insouciant flair, but she was still in the top 1% of the female population, at least by my best estimate. I did feel a duty to gather more data, though. I was soon hard as hell, and she began to tease and titillate me. I took of my shirt while she toiled away.
"Finish me off quickly slave, and then keep me hard for your Mistress!" She complied, beautifully, and as Millie looked on, I was soon pumping 24 hours' worth of stored up hot stuff into the mouth that had been pictured and written about in so many glossy European magazine gossip columns. It felt great. She cleaned me out, and worked her well-studied Suzanne style low excursion suck magic, and I remained hard as a rock. I kissed Mille, and slowly removed her clothes as Ermie watched, still kneeling on the floor.
Tuning in to her Suzie signals, I slowly brought Millie to higher and higher levels of excitement, reveling in the pungent perfume she began to pump into the room. Soon I noticed that Ermie's distinctive aroma was joining and mingling with it. Stage One, check! I picked Mille up and put her on one of the red leather chaise lounges that were part of the salon's décor, turning her on her side in front of me and holding her top leg up high, indicating to Erminia her target.
'Slave, get your Mistress ready for me!" Erminia had a recent and very complete working knowledge of what it took to get Millie wet, and her talented tongue soon had Millie's Suzie signals playing beautifully: Millie was hot to trot. Ermie seemed to be concentrating completely on Millie, but her own signals began to swoop and soar, too. I must have been a great conductor. I also knew what it took to please Millie: sometimes she liked it rough! I grabbed Millie's arms and put her in a full Nelson hold as I lay behind her on the chaise, locking her arms up above her shoulders and instantly gaining complete control and submission. Her Suzie pinged like an alarm going off. I turned her and stretched her, and her Suzie told me that it hurt so good. She was ready.
