There was no going back, but she was going to seriously find a way not to be a burden to them any longer. She had stayed in her child mode for a lot longer than they could afford.
* * * *
Jessica called later that day and asked her to come over to watch one of the reality housewives television shows that they both loved. Abby waited to tell her about her parents’ plans until they were sitting with their feet propped up and eating popcorn.
“I’m sorry.” Jessica looked at her sympathetically.
“I’m worried about my parents. I’m not sure they really want to go, but I think they feel like they have no choice.”
“That’s rough.”
“I need to help them with expenses. I found some bills on top of the refrigerator that are past due. Things are a lot worse than they let on.”
“You know,” Jessica began, her face lighting up, “my mom has a friend that works at Drexel University. She’s in Human Resources. I’ll ask her if she could talk to her and maybe get you an interview.”
“Really? Do you think she would do it?”
“My mom loves you. Of all my friends, you’ve always been her favorite. Of course she will. I’ll talk to her about it.”
“Thanks,” Abby said, hoping this might lead to a job or least some interviews. Whenever Jessica had even hinted about her parents finding her a job or even helping with her tuition payments, Abby had adamantly said no. Jessica had eventually given up. However, now she was desperate to find a job, almost as desperate as she was to see Seth, Rod, and Jamie again. She already missed them. She wondered if they missed her too.
Chapter Fourteen
Abby had just dropped her parents at the airport and was driving back home when she heard her phone ring. Was it possible that her mother was calling her already or—her heart did flip-flops just the way it did every time her phone had rung since last weekend—was it one of them? Seth had said they would call her with instructions, but so far she hadn’t heard one word from them and it was Friday afternoon. She had been tempted to call, but something told her that would have not pleased them.
She pulled over into the parking lot of a restaurant and grabbed her phone from her purse. It wasn’t her mother. It was an unknown number. She answered it.
“Abigail, this is Seth.”
“Seth.” She breathed out his name.
“Can you talk?”
“Yes. I’m so glad you called. I was beginning to wonder…”
“I told you one of us would call. You have to trust me that I will do as I say.” There was a slight hint of disapproval in his voice.
“Of course.”
“What is your e-mail address? I have a link to send you. I want you to print out your train ticket. You’re to be on the Acela to New York this evening at six o’clock. Bring a few changes of clothes. You will wear a dress, heels, and your black garter belt with stockings that Rod can’t seem to get out of his head. You can wear panties and a bra because you’re traveling.”
She heard his intake of breath, but before she could say anything, he continued.
“A car will be waiting for you at Penn Station near where the taxis pick up. The chauffer will have a sign with your name on it. When you are in the back seat, you will remove your panties and your bra and stuff them into your purse. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
“Think so?”
“I understand. But I can wear my dress, right?”
“Of course. I don’t want you to give the chauffer a heart attack.” She heard him laugh.
“Where will the chauffer take me?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Trust is what this weekend is all about, Abigail. You and your weekend are in our hands in every way. We will control your every move and thought. Are you ready for that?”
Was she? She thought she was. “Yes.”
“Good. Now I’m going to end this call if you don’t have any questions.”
“I’ll see you tonight,” she said, breathless.
The phone went dead.
She drove back to her house, her mind going wild with excitement. She couldn’t explain it, but the not knowing what to expect was not only driving her crazy, it was making her want them even more. She couldn’t wait to get on the computer and download her tickets.
She went to the link in the e-mail and printed them. She studied the piece of paper as if somewhere between here and there was the key to everything she had ever thought she wanted.
She had time for a short nap. She figured she might need it. But first she called Jessica and told her the good news. Jessica was happy for her.
“So it’s the whole weekend again. He must have really have been missing you. How do you feel?”
“Happy and nervous all at the same time.”
“Well, when you get back I want to hear all about it. And by the way, my mom said she was going to talk to her friend about getting you an interview. I’ll let you know what happens.”
“That’s so nice of her. I can’t thank you both enough.”
“No problem. I’ll talk to you later. And if you need anything, call me. I could come get you if you need me to. New York City isn’t that far away.”
For a moment, Abby was stunned. She had never thought about that. What if things didn’t work out the way she hoped? What if they weren’t who she thought they were?
“I will. But don’t worry if you don’t hear from me. I’ll only call if I need you.”
“Okay. But be careful. You only just met this guy.”
“I will. Promise.”
She tried to take a nap, but she couldn’t stop her mind from spinning off into a dozen different scenarios of what the weekend had in store for her. Finally realizing there was no way she could sleep, she decided to take a bath. She filled the tub with warm water and sprinkled it with lavender-scented bath salts. Her body immediately relaxed as she slid into the warm water.
Closing her eyes, she imagined how their hands felt on her body. She moaned softly. She couldn’t help but visualize their magnificent bodies and how well they had fit with hers. It was all she could do not to make herself come. She had never felt this kind of all-consuming sexual anticipation before. It was making her a little crazed.
She loved their brand of sex, but she also enjoyed just being with them. Each in his own way had made her feel special, even Seth. Even if there hadn’t been any sex, she knew she would have been attracted to them. It was strange how quickly they had bonded, but then, hadn’t she felt that with Jamie after just one night?
By the time she was dressed and ready to leave for 30th Street Station, she was a bundle of nerves. Her whole body was in a high state of alert. The cab ride wasn’t that long, but it seemed like forever. He dropped her at the front doors of the station. She went directly to the Amtrak counter and received her boarding pass along with the gate number. She walked quickly through the station and found the escalator that led down to the platform where her train was waiting. The Acela was fast and should have her at Penn Station in an hour and a half.
She was glad she had opted to wear a sweater over her dress. A dress with heels wasn’t exactly the type of clothing she would normally wear to travel. She would have opted for jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. However, Seth had made it very clear that she was to dress as he had instructed. She could feel men’s eyes on her as she found a seat near the front of the car and next to a window. The sweater gave her some level of protection against the prying eyes she knew would have latched onto her cleavage if they had been given the chance.
Digging into her purse, she pulled out a book. It was one she had been eager to read but had just been too busy. She settled into her seat and turned on the overhead light. It began with a New Year’s Eve party where the hero and heroine meet for the first time. The attraction they felt mirrored her own w
ith Seth, Rod, and Jamie. She found herself lost in the story as the couple overcame a number of obstacles that could have easily ended their relationship.
She was surprised when the train pulled into Penn Station. The hour and a half had sped by. She took a deep breath as her nerves returned with a vengeance. It wouldn’t be long now and she would be with them. Would they take her to bed immediately or maybe they would make her do a slow strip for them? Her pussy immediately tightened and throbbed. Damn, she needed to stop this or she wouldn’t make it to the car they had waiting for her.
Steeling herself against the warmth between her legs, she tried to think of other things, like the fact that her parents were moving to Florida. That put a temporary lid on her libido as she walked down the center aisle of the car and headed for the exit. The train conductor helped her retrieve her small suitcase and gave her directions to the taxi stand.
She walked out into the evening air and looked around. The area was crowded with people going in every direction. There were a number of limos with drivers in front of them holding name signs. A Bentley caught her eye that was parked at the curb a few feet ahead of her. The man standing beside it was older and was dressed in uniform. She took a step back when she realized the sign he held had her name on it. Now this was impressive—a Bentley no less. She elbowed her way through the throng of people and smiled at the driver.
“Hi, I’m Abigail Manchester.”
“Very good, Miss.” He took her suitcase and then turned and opened the rear door for her.
She slid across the expensive leather seat and wondered how she came to be in such luxurious surroundings. It certainly wasn’t the norm for her. She hadn’t thought much about whether Seth, Rod, and Jamie were rich. She assumed they had money, since they had that air about them. But now she was beginning to wonder if possibly they were a bit more than just rich. But then again, maybe this was perfectly normal for New Yorkers.
The driver closed the door behind her. She waited as he stowed her suitcase and then opened his door and sat down in the driver’s seat. Before she could say anything, he said, “Just relax, Miss. I have my instructions.” The privacy glass immediately rolled upward.
The car moved out into the traffic. Obviously the driver had not only been told where to take her but that she would need privacy. She wasn’t sure how much time she had, so without delay she inched her dress up, and wiggled out of her underwear and stuffed them in her purse. She then took off her sweater and reached around to unzip her dress. Removing her bra proved a bit more difficult than her panties, but she did it.
Her eyes kept darting to the privacy glass, hoping that it indeed was just that. How humiliating it would have been if the driver could see her breasts and hard nipples. He would think she was a prostitute. She bit her lip in concentration as she finally maneuvered the zipper of her dress back up. She didn’t really need the sweater, but she decided to put it back on anyway.
There was, she had to admit, something very unhinging about what she had just done in the backseat of a limo that was driving her through the streets of New York City to an unknown destination. This was all very cloak and dagger, and, if her elongated nipples and damp panties were any judge, extremely erotic too.
When the limo came to a stop, she looked out the window. They were in front of a restaurant. Just then her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since before she had taken her parents to the airport. Food had been the last thing on her mind. She was grateful that the men she was about to see had the forethought to feed her before they did whatever it was they were going to do her. She felt an involuntary shiver run up her spine before her pussy tightened. She squeezed her legs together as her door was opened. Sliding across the seat, she took the hand that was offered to her.
“Your reservation is under Owens, Seth Owens,” the driver told her. “I will have your suitcase taken to their apartment. Enjoy your dinner, Miss.”
“Thank you,” Abby said, somewhat breathless. They had thought of everything, even having her suitcase taken to their apartment. She shook her head as she looked up at the restaurant. It was quite intimidating with its large glass doors that were stained dark, as were the windows. She walked slowly toward them and was about to open one when the door opened. A man wearing a black tux stood back for her to enter.
“Welcome, Madam. What party are you with?”
“Seth Owens,” she said, just above a whisper. Her voice seemed to have escaped her for a second.
“Seth Owens?”
“Yes,” she said a bit louder.
“Please, come with me.”
He walked her though a dark hallway to a marble desk where a young woman looked up when she saw them.
“Seth Owen’s party,” the man said.
The woman nodded. She moved around the desk. “Come with me, please.”
Abby followed her through two dimly lit dining rooms until she stopped in front of a door. “Your party is waiting for you.” She nodded toward the closed door before she opened it.
Abby walked through and stopped short. The woman gently pushed her forward so she could close the door behind her.
Seth, Jamie, and Rod all stood, looking even more handsome than she had remembered if that were possible. They had reserved a private room. Why? Suddenly she felt her appetite leave her. She tried to concentrate on her surroundings and not them.
The room was decorated in warm browns and mauves. There was a large chandelier that hung above the table that was set to perfection. The glasses sparkled. She had never eaten dinner in a place quite like this before and being here just reinforced what she should have known. These three men were totally out of her depth in every way. There was no denying they lived in a world so far removed from hers it wasn’t even funny. She had the sudden desire to turn around and run right back through the door she had just entered.
Chapter Fifteen
Jamie watched Abigail enter the room. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He had told Seth it would be better if they had a quiet dinner with her at home. Rod, to his surprise, had disagreed with him and sided with Seth.
This weekend isn’t about Abigail’s comfort,” Rod had explained. “It’s about whether or not she is a true submissive. We have to find out if this is to go any further. She has to understand that we are in control and that she must submit to that control if she’s going to be with us.”
“I know that, but I don’t want this to end badly.” Jamie knew that he wanted her, maybe even more than his brothers. He had never forgotten her or that night four years ago. But he also knew if she were to be with the three of them, she needed to understand who they were, even if it meant they wouldn’t see her again. He wasn’t so sure throwing her into the deep end of the pool was the best approach. It might be too overwhelming for her. It seemed his brothers were willing to take that chance.
“My hope is that she will embrace our lifestyle and us. She’s special, there’s no denying that. After this weekend we’ll know exactly how special.” Seth’s voice was firm and unyielding. “It’s not fair to any of us to be less than honest about who we are and what we need.”
Although Seth was the middle brother, he was the alpha male and had been since they were boys. It wouldn’t take long for Abigail to come to that realization. He only hoped Seth wouldn’t push her too hard, but he knew that was unlikely.
Her first test had been waiting for Seth’s call. Seth had wanted to give her as little time as possible to do as she was told. It was important to him that she drop everything to be with them regardless of her plans. So far, she had earned an A.
He was about to go to her when Seth’s eyes stopped him. He wanted to reassure her that everything was okay, but his brother had a plan and he knew giving her comfort wasn’t part of that plan.
“Abigail,” Seth said, “We’re happy you’re here.”
“Thank you,” she said, still standing in front of the door, not moving toward them. “I was worried you weren’t going to call.”
Seth just smiled. “Take off that sweater and lift your dress so that we can see your pussy. Do it now.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Now, Abigail. Don’t make me ask you again.” Seth’s voice was low but commanding.
She looked unsure of herself as she took off her sweater and folded it, placing it on the side table next to the door. Then, somewhat hesitantly, she lifted her dress until her garter belt was exposed, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. Jamie felt his cock jump.
“Good girl,” Seth said warmly. “Now you can come and sit down. I hope you’re hungry. We’ve already ordered.”
Letting the hem of her dress drop, she walked over to the table and sat in the seat that Rod held out for her. She looked over at him, her eyes wide. He could see that her bottom lip was trembling. She had never looked more beautiful to him.
“You look lovely,” Jamie said, his eyes smiling into hers. “I like it that you wore your hair down.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you hungry, Abigail?” Seth asked.
“I was, but not so much now.” She looked down at her hands that she had folded in her lap.
“I think once you’ve seen what we’ve ordered your appetite will return.” Seth smiled. “The waiter knows not to disturb us for at least ten minutes which gives us plenty of time for you to remove your dress so that we can enjoy your breasts. You did take your bra off in the limo, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Very good, Abigail. Now show us those beautiful tits of yours. You can stand behind your chair.”
By the panic in her eyes, she understood that time was not her friend. Jamie watched as she pushed away from the table quickly and stood behind her chair. He and his brothers only had eyes for the woman who was now unzipping her dress. She let it fall to her waist and pushed it down her hips, pooling at her feet. She was naked from the waist up. The black garter belt held her stockings in place. She was so damn gorgeous. He ached for her.
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