Driven Lust

by Abby Adams Publishing

  James felt the pulsing from her pussy on his shaft and wondered if it wasn't more like a quiver. It mattered little as his own hips shuttered as well. While her sex seeped around his cock, he slowed to remember the sight. She had soaked him and the carpet, leaving both of their DNA all over.

  Lisa could only spasm and pant. Her senses had left her in her moment of Zen. The cum-shots in her twat, the force of his ramming, and the sounds of their screams were all she remembered and her nerves tingled with exhaustion. When James released his firm grip on her hips, she melted to the floor.

  Looking at the mess on the floorboard, James knew he had another one in him, but he wasn't sure Lisa wanted it.

  Leaning over her, he approached an ear, "Are you satisfied or do you want more?"

  "It'll do." she whispered as she closed her eyes and rested.

  James grabbed his clothes and remembered his phone. Pulling it out, he got to work. First a text to his recent lover then a picture of her without her face in it, focusing more on the mess between her legs as it laid on the hump, dribbling his foamy seed from it.

  He let her lie while he dressed but he couldn't leave her there. The ride might be smooth, but she would be hurt by the bouncing from the road. He picked her up as best he could and rolled her on the side bench seat. It was the longest of the three. He pulled the middle seat belt down and worked it under her and with effort, got it to click in the lock.

  Feasting his eyes one more time on the broken angel in front of him, he exited the back and entered back into the front.

  He sped to her home more than twenty minutes away. The digital clock read 5:20 am when he pulled into her drive. He was so thankful this day was Sunday and he could sleep in and recover. The night had worn on him with the stress of the job and a pissed off father. Not to mention the physical toll of satisfying Lisa.

  He rushed to the back and opened the door. Lisa was ready to go. Stepping out of the car, she asked him, "Did you think I wouldn't remember?"

  "I was making sure you didn't forget." and offered her his arm.

  She gave him the smuggest of smiles and said, "I doubt I'll ever forget."

  James dropped her off at her door and he didn't even have to unzip her. She had never zipped it back up after their romp in the back of the limo.

  Rushing back to the office, he finished his paperwork, listing all the stops and drop off times, checking out, he headed for home. It was a shame that his roommate wasn’t up to hear of his unbelievable night. He wasn’t a braggart anyway and vowed not to mention it to Mike. Telling that horn dog anything would bring even a wilder tale out of him.

  Mike Goodman was the only friend he had that followed him to college after high school. He urged James to go to the frat parties but his moral compass wouldn’t point him in that direction. His biggest fear was causing emotional trauma to a girl he couldn’t love. Mike, however, had no morals and it was any ole port in the storm for him.

  Chapter Three

  Sunday was spent sleeping and puttering around the house. He finally got his tips out of his pocket and found two one hundred dollar bills. This was the money Carpenter's Creek gave him but he never knew her name. He was baffled by the generosity a rich girl had given out. The odds were slim at best to ever get a tip like that from anyone.

  Monday came way too fast for him. Another long day was expected as he had classes during the day and work that evening.

  Arriving at work, he went to get his itinerary for the evening. Two airport runs and a time trip, all in a sedan. Limos are fine the first two times you drive them but they are stressful work. Who wants to be responsible for thousands of dollars? He was happy to stay in a sedan for the evening. As good fortune would have it, he was placed in one of the new ones.

  His first two runs were simple. Pick up a board member of a 'Fortune 500' company and drop them at a hotel downtown, then pick up a couple coming back from vacation and drop them at their home.

  With both of those done, he was ready for the time trip, most likely a dinner run. Pulling up the paperwork, he looked for the name and found Cathleen Spencer. 'Well Cathleen, where are we going this evening?' he thought as he looked for a destination. 'As Directed" was all that was given. 'Ok, so where do I get you?' and found the address was on Carpenter's Creek.

  James didn't remember the exact address from Saturday night and it could be a neighbor. He guessed he would find out soon enough and headed for that secluded road.

  The addresses ticked by and his was coming up. Sure enough, it was the same driveway, same cast iron fence, and same circular driveway at the top. Finding it odd he should be back at this beautiful mansion so soon if at all, he stepped out and stood by the door. He eyed the mansion again with all of its décor. Yep, it takes money to have that much marble and glass.

  He was early for the 6pm appointment, but it was planned. If you aren't early, you're late, was the chauffeur’s creed. He stayed still with his hands folded in front of him, waiting on his client.

  He didn't have to wait long as Cathleen Spencer stepped out. Wearing a blouse that cleaved to her belly and a tight mini rapped around her, she looked the image of a model. She appeared older than James had thought, perhaps twenty three. James greeted her as she neared. Opening the back door for her, she stopped.

  "I'm riding up front." she said, and James bowed and stepped up to open the front passenger door.

  After she climbed in, James looked back towards the mansion, "Will there be anyone else?" thinking she was up front so others could fill the back.

  "No, just me." she replied.

  James closed the door with a shrug and walked around the back, checking doors and trunk to ensure their closing, and then to the driver's side door. Clients in the front seat make it an uncomfortable ride for the driver. Taking a moment to sigh, he opened the door and climbed in.

  "What the hell did you do to Lisa?!" Cathleen snipped, causing James to jump in his seat. He shut the door and gave it a moment’s thought.

  Honesty had always been his best policy, but how he submitted it might be crucial here. "I did as I was instructed." he replied, plain, simple and true.

  "Oh? Did she ask you to bruise her ass cheeks? Leave fingerprints on her hips? How about that limp you gave her? Perhaps she likes carpet burns!" she rambled on.

  "I never meant to harm her.” he interrupted, “It wasn't my intent." James defended. Just realizing the damage he’d caused, it shot a bolt of fear in him. He never wanted to injure anyone, especially a woman.

  "My God man, you fucked the shit out of her!" she exclaimed. "She hasn't walked right in two days!"

  He wasn't used to high profile clients using such vulgar language and it took him back somewhat. "With all due respect madam, I questioned her twice before submitting to her will." he explained, trying not to raise his voice.

  "Well, I guess I got my money's worth then!" she cackled, letting out a sigh.

  James raised his eye brows at that, not sure if she was serious or joking. She might even be half out of her mind for all he knew. Deciding that he couldn't decide what was wrong with her, he changed the subject. "Where would you like to go this evening?" he asked, hoping it wouldn't take him till six o'clock in the morning to get home like last time.

  "Oh that reminds me” she confessed, “I need a date." and then blinked her devious eyes at him.

  "And where is this date located?" James asked; a little perturbed with the lack of information. Everyone must think he had a crystal ball or something.

  "Right beside me, I need you to be my escort." she chirped, as if he had no say in the matter.

  James knew nothing about being an escort. He wasn't sure the company he worked for would allow him to play such a role anyway. "Madam, I couldn't do you justice. There are others better qualified to escort you." he reasoned, not knowing her plans, he suspected something didn't seem right with her demand.

  "You'll do fine, we just need to get you different clothes." she contested, as if it were no
big effort.

  "Whomever you intend to impress will not me dazzled by me, I can assure you." James argued. She was way out of his league. Spoiled in social status and money, Cathleen might as well be socializing with the homeless, as much class as James thought he could offer.

  "You speak well; you look good; I need no other to do any better." Cathleen replied. This young man would do her bidding and she could easily ensure it. "Besides, I am paying for your services well. Follow your instructions and we won't have an issue."

  ‘Great, as directed was his instructions and she could direct him to do anything’. James hadn't contemplated quitting, it just wasn't part of his nature; but if it got too far out of hand with her demands, he would have that card to play. This was more her decision and he did his best to convince her otherwise. His job was done as far as he was concerned after telling her twice it was a bad idea, and whatever she had planned would put any consequences on her. "I am at your service." he replied, placing the vehicle in drive.

  "Good, head for Lacy's department store." she instructed.

  James did as instructed and soon was parked in a lot near the requested franchise. Climbing out, he walked to the passenger door and opened it for his client. Shutting the door for the client, he stood for instruction.

  "Follow me." she instructed and James led her to the store. With her in the lead, they didn't enter the front door but went to a side door instead. James thought it odd but opened the door for her.

  Stopped by a lady with a name tag, he and the client were allowed to pass and they were led to a dressing area.

  "I am looking for apparel for this gentleman." indicating James, "Some formal attire will do." she explained to the clerk.

  "Any particular name brand?" the clerk asked and was answered with, "Gucci should do."

  Not long after, James found himself trying on different suits. Mrs. Spencer settled on a dark single breasted two-button signoria suit, and then wanted a dress shirt to match. Shoes were next, and soon, James looked like any other well off playboy.

  Adding the charge to her account, they both exited with James wearing the new clothes and his old ones in a shopping bag.

  "Please put those in the trunk along with your briefcase and paperwork." Cathleen requested, after arriving back at the car.

  James had an issue with that. His weapon was in the briefcase which was a safety precaution for him while roaming the city late at night. He had a CCW license, but didn't like carrying the weapon on him while dealing with clients. It had a way of making people uncomfortable if they saw it on him. Placing it in the trunk meant more time getting to it if needed.

  "I'd like to keep my briefcase if possible." James requested.

  "Why? Take what you need and put the briefcase in the trunk." she instructed.

  James stared at her for a few seconds. Opening the briefcase, he retrieved his 9 mm and laid it on the seat. Closing the briefcase, he picked both up and headed for the trunk. Using the remote, he opened the trunk and put the bag and briefcase inside. Clipping the holster on the inside of his pants, he closed the trunk and moved back to her door. He opened it and stood waiting for her to get in.

  She didn't mention the weapon and climbed right in. James took his seat and started the sedan.

  "Simon's Country Club, please." she instructed.

  James was aware of the club. The city big shots congregated there, most for pleasure, but some with business in mind. Although his client could easily afford a stretch limo, she had chosen a sedan for other reasons. A flashy limo draws attention, where a sedan could have anyone of little importance in it. This afforded her privacy in a sense and she wouldn't be bothered with oglers.

  En route to the club, James was advised not to open her door and let the valet park the car. This was a problem, as nobody could drive the car but the chauffeur in charge of it. Always a good driver, James called and talked to his supervisor requesting permission.

  "Dale? James, I need to allow a valet driver to park the car." James started.

  "You know you aren't supposed to let anyone drive the car. Why are you bothering to ask?" the supervisor chastised.

  "I'm sorry but my client is most insistent." James replied.

  Dale let out a huff, "Who the fuck you got, the president?"

  "No sir, its Miss Cathleen Spencer sir." James answered.

  "Thee Cathleen Spencer?" Dale asked incredulously, "Hold on, let me pull up your trip ... yeah, you got her. Listen James, if she tells you to wipe her ass, you best ask her if she wants to start from the front or the back, do you understand?"

  "Yes sir, understood." James replied; a little shocked they would break a rule like this. Usually, only the drivers are insured and anything happening to the vehicle with someone else driving would not be covered, not to mention the liability should that person be harmed. He couldn't ask what made her so special right in front of her. All he could do was comply with the order. James hung up and glanced at his client, riding in the front of his car, and looking at him.

  "So, if I need my ass wiped, would you really do it?" she asked, then grinning, "I like it front to back if it helps."

  "I'm sorry; I didn't know you could hear him." James apologized. Damn that boss of his. A crude man with little etiquette, construction workers had more class. He not only hired James, he also worked the same shift, making him James' boss. He learned to tolerate the man due only to his position.

  "So?" she inquired.

  "So, what?" James asked confused.

  "Would you?" she asked.

  "Would I what?" not understanding where this was going.

  "Would you or would you not wipe my ass?" she taunted.

  "You wouldn't want me to. I am a male after all. I could take advantage of it, wouldn't you think?" avoiding the question all together.

  "But if I wanted you to, you would?" she kept pressing.

  "I would for my own selfish reasons." he assessed. "You must realize that."

  "You are hard to get a straight answer from, Mr. Farlow." she sighed.

  James had only supplied his first name on Saturday. She must have obtained it at his work. Even more, requested him for this trip. The paperwork was in his briefcase in the trunk so he couldn't verify his assumption at the moment. He made a mental note to check when he had the chance.

  Pulling into the country club, the valet took the car. They entered with Cathleen's arm wrapped around his. The beauty of the place was astonishing. From the cathedral ceilings to chandeliers, it was an immaculate establishment.

  Cathleen was greeted by another patron whom she introduced as Gerald Green. James was struck by his jewelry, as it reflected the lighting. Obviously, he had great wealth and wanted to flaunt his fortune.

  "Gerald, this is my consort, Mr. James Farlow." Cathleen introduced.

  "Ah, a fortunate man to have such beauty on his cuffs." reaching out his hand.

  Shaking the man's hand, James replied, "A gift from heaven I believe, and I am blessed."

  They chatted a few minutes for a while and let the man go to his other friends. Cathleen led him to the balcony where wicker chairs sat in front of the view. A stone table separated them. Taking a seat, James was greeted by a waitress seeking an order.

  "Would the good lady like a beverage?" James asked.

  "Indeed; a gin and tonic please." Cathleen replied.

  "A soda for me, preferably ginger ale?" James asked.

  At this point, James wasn't sure why Cathleen would even bother with all this, since it seemed the only purpose would be to have prominent people witness her with James.

  That puzzle was solved with the arrival of another patron.

  "Miss Spencer, a pleasure." a man spoke directly behind James.

  "Ah, Mr. Davies, likewise." Cathleen responded, and gestured to the third wicker on her right.

  James was aware of only one Davies, that person owned the company he worked for. Although they had never met, James heard nothing but good things about him.
He wondered if there was a relation standing in front him.

  "Frank, this is my consort, Mr. James Farlow." Cathleen introduced.

  "It is certainly a pleasure meeting you sir." James responded, shaking the gentleman's hand.

  "Farlow, Farlow ... Seems I know a Farlow." he mumbled, releasing the hand shake.

  Frank took the seat offered and James sat down following him. The next few minutes was spent with idle chit chat that usually starts any conversation. It died after the usual topics were discussed.

  Cathleen took advantage of the lull and changed the conversation, "So Mr. Davies, have you the paperwork that's required for our endeavor?"

  "I do." and pulled out some folded papers from his inside jacket pocket.

  Placing the paperwork on the smooth stone, he slid it towards Cathleen. "We need a witness, perhaps Mr. Farlow could sign." he suggested.

  "Yes... "Cathleen started, looking over the paperwork. “These are in order. The lawyers have done their jobs correctly this time."

  Mr. Davies pulled a pen from his pocket and handed it to her. Cathleen accepted it and signed the documents in front of her. Handing the pen back, Mr. Davies did likewise. Once he'd finished, he shoved the paperwork in front of James.

  James read the bill of sale, 'Luxury Limo', which accompanied a deed for property and titles to several vehicles. This was indeed his employer. But, it appeared he was under new ownership. Several thoughts hit him at once; ‘How does it affect his pay, who does he report to, and is this for real?’

  "Mr. Farlow?" Frank interrupted his thoughts of confusion.

  "Oh, yes...” James looked for the witness line to sign. Scribbling his John Hancock, he nervously smiled, "There you are." and in a bit of a daze, slid the paperwork back.

  Frank Davies rose to say his good byes, congratulating Cathleen on being the proud owner of a transportation company, and took his leave.

  "Any suggestions for me now that I own the company you work for?" Cathleen asked slyly.