Driven Lust

by Abby Adams Publishing

  He pulled into the lot right as Mike got there. Hopping out, he walked with him to a bench.

  "So, this all started with a limo trip?" Mike started.

  "Yes, a wedding run." James admitted.

  "Wow dude, you hit the jack pot!"

  "That depends really." James sighed.

  "How's that; shit man, you got it made."

  "I am feeling a bit trapped, buddy." he said, sounding depressed.

  "Yeah, trapped in heaven of all places!" Mike exclaimed, excited for his friend.

  "Mike, look at it this way. If I screw this up, these people can screw my life up." and sighed, “These are heavy hitters.”

  "So, what is the biggest responsibility you have?" Mike tried to help.

  "It's a toss-up. Either pleasing the clients that could be self-centered and finicky or maintaining a quarter of a million dollars in an expense account." he huffed, "Which one you think is more important?"

  "I would love to have your problems, if you could call that much money a problem." Mike chuckled.

  "That's one month." James whispered. "That's three million a year."

  "You need a lawyer." Mike suggested.

  "Yeah; for a lousy expense account." James said with a sigh.

  They talked for a while and Mike claimed he would be at the transportation company that afternoon. They agreed to keep in touch and James left for his doctor's appointment.

  Pulling out his phone, he looked up the information. There were no details, only the subject line. Left with nothing, James had to call someone so he remembered Cathleen texted him so he would try that.

  'Dr. appt. unknown location.' and waited.

  Cathleen sent, 'rec room L2.'

  James should have realized that; with lawyers, accountants, and now, internal doctors. She is going to think I'm stupid. Texting back, he wrote, '2nd opinion?" hoping she would get the humor.

  Cathleen replied, 'Your head needs checked too'.

  Sending her a 'thanks', he headed for the grocery store. After picking up the items on the list, he headed for home. That thought alone rattled his head. Home was now a mansion with a compound under it. He couldn't help feeling a little ... overwhelmed.

  Parking the car in the parking lot, James unloaded items from his briefcase he didn't want to carry around. He left his weapon in the car. He didn't want Niles to come out and take it again. Opening the glove box, he discovered boxes of condoms, leaving no room for anything else. There was a compartment in the middle front seat and he left it there with a flashlight and map. Since he was the only one driving the vehicle, he didn't have to worry about leaving it in the car, it was, after all, his car.

  As he headed for the entrance, one of the smokers outside yelled, "Decided to wear clothes today?" and snickered with the rest of the group.

  James replied, "The boss lets me run around naked. Don't be jealous." as he passed them. He was pretty much over it. There wasn't anything he could do about it and it was Cathleen's fault, not his.

  Arriving on the second floor, he made his way to the rec room. Dropping two bags of groceries off at the mini kitchen, he set to work stowing the goods.

  After finishing that chore, he looked around for anyone that could tell him where the doctor was. The woman that gave him the grocery list came in.

  "Pardon me, I picked up the grocery list and put them away. Would you know where I could find the doctor? I have an appointment due."

  "Yes, look for an older woman about five nine, a thirty inch waist, double D breasts, and blonde hair." she rattled off, "She goes by the name of Dr. Song."

  "Thank you Miss... ?" James replied, urging her for a name.

  "Song… Dr. Song." she offered her hand.

  James was taken back, he had no idea she was a doctor. "You have my apologies! I didn't realize I had met a medical professional. I thought you were decor for the facility!" shaking her hand.

  "Oh, I thought that was what you were!" she laughed.

  "So, where do I go for my physical?" James enquired.

  "Right here is fine, go ahead and strip." reaching for something under the sink.

  James looked around at the few people sitting on the sunken floor’s couch, "Isn't there some place more private?

  "What, you didn't seem to have a problem last night." pulling a black bag out, "I think I saw a pimple on your left ass cheek we should look at..." she mumbled.

  "Please doctor; last night was a prank that someone pulled on me." James begged.

  She looked at him funny, "Head for your room dumbass." she ordered.

  "Oh!" James laughed, "A doctor that makes house calls, how rare!" and led the way to his room.

  The doctor checked his vitals, took a blood sample, and asked him about his exercise, diet, and medical history. She reminded him to fill out all the paperwork so she could get his medical record.

  "I haven't gotten any forms yet." James replied.

  Dr. Song walked over to his computer desk, picked up a box of books, sat it on his bed, and grabbed a manila folder. Handing him the forms, she asked, "Did your mother have a hard time raising you?"

  "I hope not." and watched as the doctor packed up her gear.

  "Ok, six months from now, same thing." and opened the door. "See me with anything unusual."

  "Wait, what about my pimple?" James asked with a grin.

  "Oh, I forgot about that. Bend over." she ordered.

  Hesitantly, James stood up, not knowing if she was serious, watching her eyes for any hint. She crossed her arms while she waited. With a shrug, he bent over the bed.

  She pulled his pink boxers down, 'Smack!' "That's for being a smartass!" she sneered, and out the door she went.

  James rubbed his ass and yelled, "Thank you!" as the door closed. 'A doctor with a sense of humor, how rare.' he thought.

  Chapter Seven

  Finding this to be the perfect time to change underwear, he went ahead and stored his purchases and tried a pair on. ‘Great, I’m a Chippendale dancer.’ he noted. The rest of his time was spent filling out forms. Health, Dental, and Life insurance, clauses, release forms ... even a Spenco application. James' head was spinning from too much information.

  Finally finished, he pulled his old phone out and added contacts to his new phone. He noticed an email lit up on his phone. He didn't know he had an email account. Checking into it, he found his email address. He also figured out how to add his personal email to the phone. The email he received was a standard welcome message telling him he had joined the company network.

  His time was coming up to pick up his client at the airport. He didn't know what to do with the forms. Remembering the intercom, he picked it up and dialed zero. 'Hello James' he heard Virgil through the phone.

  "Greetings Virgil, I have my forms filled out and wanted to know where I drop them off."

  "Bring them to us in the security room. We’ve got more things for you." he said, and hung up the phone.

  James headed there and knocked on the door. Niles opened it and patted him down. Taking the folder, he handed James more gear.

  Checking them off, Niles said, "Pepper spray, hand cuffs, earpiece..."

  "Are we expecting Armageddon or something?" James asked, looking at the gear being handed to him.

  Virgil said, "Protestors are gathering at the drop point."

  James could only assume it was the hotel he was taking his client to.

  After some instructions for the radio and ear piece, James had to rib them a little.

  "We had a security breach last night. Someone put the security cameras on everyone's room monitor."

  "Uh, that was me." Virgil admitted, "I bumped a button or something." and grinned.

  "Ah, no harm done, as long as it doesn't wind up on YouTube or something." James replied.

  "That would be bad, wouldn't it Virgil?" Niles snickered, and ushered James out.

  He checked the flight on his phone, seeing that it was arriving early. He headed to the airport and parked in
the commercial lot. They issued him a sign that simply read 'Spenco' with the company logo. He headed to the pickup location drivers were instructed to wait at.

  Twenty minutes after the flight arrived, he saw his client. Wearing a business outfit with a low cleavage blouse; she wasn't a model, but she was better than average. She had the demeanor of a business woman, but still maintained a sexy walk.

  "Greetings and welcome to our fair city." James smiled.

  "You must be James, a pleasure." and headed for her luggage.

  "Your luggage will arrive on carrousel number three." James informed her. He always checked for the client. It makes it easier on them.

  While she waited for the luggage to pop up, James remembered his instructions. Pushing the small button on the ear piece, he said, "Made contact with client." and released it. A 'Roger' came back at him.

  He loaded the luggage in the car after letting his client in and headed for downtown. His GPS gave him an estimated eighteen minute arrival time. Keying his ear piece, he informed them of that. Clipping his weapon into his pants, he then settled in for the drive.

  Approaching the off ramp, he informed security of it. Tuesday downtown, no matter the time of day, was always a hustle and bustle. The red lights don't help any either. Fortunately, the hotel was only a block off the exit.

  Sitting at the red light, right in front of the hotel, James noted all the protestors with their signs, chanting whatever their complaints were over and over. It's a shame the hotel only had one entrance. The garage they use was off site. Then, the client would have to walk.

  Pulling into the circle valet area, James put it in park. Before unlocking the door, he asked Mrs. Gracie to wait for him to open hers. Perhaps James could be a buffer against any crowd that might form around the car. He informed security that he arrived at his destination.

  Stepping out, James looked around at the mass of people. He spotted local news networks off to the side. One man stood out with James, wearing a hoodie over his head. The crowd looked angry, yelling obscenities his way. They weren't happy about their place of work closing down and restructuring.

  James made his way to the rear passenger door facing the hotel entrance. Checking one more time, it looked as if Mrs. Gracie would have a safe departure. It was a beeline to the entrance and clear of any obstructions.

  James opened the door and his client put her foot out. The hoodie pushed his way into the valet circle and reached a hand in his pocket, grimacing from his effort. James saw him approach and placed his hand on the client's head, shoving her back in the car, and closing the door with his hip.

  The car wasn't bullet proof glass and the hoodie still came at it. Knowing his client may be in danger, he prepared for the worst. Pulling his weapon and aiming it at the same time that hoodie pulled his, he aimed his weapon. James yelled, "Halt!" and the man focused on James. The crowd gasped behind the man.

  "Drop it!" James ordered, waiting for any sign of aggression. He had never shot a man before and this was testing his resolve.

  The hooded man weighed his option and relaxed his weapon. Seeing the look in James' eyes, he dropped it on the ground.

  Police that was guarding against the protestors showed up right behind him and James lowered his weapon. They had him handcuffed and kneeling on the ground in seconds. Several more showed up and James saw that he was safe to open the door.

  Letting his client out, she looked a little rough because James had messed up her hair and her clothes were tangled. She took a moment to straighten her skirt and coat then started walking to the hotel.

  James put his arm around her and steered around the people that gathered. Marching in through the door, a policeman followed. While his client dealt with the front desk, James dealt with the officer, giving him his CCW and driver's license.

  James had the room placed on his credit card, giving the client the room number and keys. The client waited with him in case they needed any questions answered.

  "Thank you, James." she said, looking a little shaken up.

  "It was an honor to serve you, Mrs. Gracie." James replied.

  It wasn't long before the officer returned with his items, telling him "Good work." and leaving him. They apparently didn't need his client so they headed for her room.

  Dawn opened the door, took off her coat and slumped on the bed. Looking over at the night stand, she grabbed the TV remote and hit the power button.

  "What the hell happened out there?" she asked, as she looked through the stations.

  "You were in jeopardy, Miss." James simply said.

  She found a local station and they were replaying the incident. For the second time, James found himself on camera. This was not good news. Publicity isn't good for business and chauffeurs are supposed to be in the background.

  "You saved my life!" she exclaimed, listening to the announcer.

  "The police were right behind him." James pointed out.

  "You're the only one with a gun out." She retorted. "The police would have let me die!"

  "Miss Gracie..." James started.

  "Don't call me that! You saved my life. Call me Dawn." she said, holding back tears.

  "I've done no more than what anyone else would have done." James explained.

  "Are you kidding? Look! There's a shitload of 'anyone else' and none of them helped!" realizing just how lucky she was.

  "Try to calm down, no sense fretting over it." James consoled. "May I get you a drink?"

  "Please, make it a stiff one." she replied as her cell phone went off.

  James mixed a drink from the hotel bar. Someone found out what happened already and was concerned for her welfare. She explained that it was a disgruntled employee and her driver saved her life.

  James' earpiece went off, 'Farlow! What the hell happened?'

  He replied, 'Everything is fine here. Client is in the safety of her room.'

  'The hell if it is! You're all over the news!' and James knew that wasn't going to be good.

  “Sorry about that. I didn't want to be.” was all he could think of to answer.

  “Sorry? What are you sorry for? You did great!”

  James didn't know if it was Niles, Virgil, or someone else on the other end so he just said, 'Thanks' figuring they probably didn't realize that James will be recognized all over the city for a while.

  'We have your car. It'll be in the hotel garage when you're ready to leave.'

  James watched the TV as his car pulled away, officers were breaking up the protestors, and media crews moved back to the sidewalk.

  Dawn rose up and headed to the bathroom. Letting her hair down, she called to him, "James" and he responded, turning off the TV, "Yes Miss?"

  "I need to take my mind off of the stress I've had today." turning to face him. "Is there something you could think of that would do that?" unbuttoning her blouse.

  James' heart rate went up while her hands continued down and unhooked the skirt she was wearing. "I would be willing to relieve you of your stress." eyeing the curves she unveiled.

  Walking over to James, she turned around, allowing him to unclasp her bra. Grabbing his hands behind her, "Perhaps a massage." and placed them on her ass, "Right about there." and James started kneading her cheeks while she bent over.

  James took the initiative and got both his hands in the insides of her panties. Squeezing with his thumbs in the center, he found the softness beside her anus. Working further in, it prompted Dawn to spread her legs wider. Soon, he was massaging her cunt lips, tugging, pulling and pinching them.

  Working his way out, he used his fingernails and softly scratched her cunt lips all the way back to her anus, and then lowered her panties.

  "Ah, that was nice." raising up and shucking her panties. "Now, what can I do for my hero?" turning around naked in front of James while jutting her breasts in front of his face.

  Without answering, James buried his head in her chest, reaching for both breasts with his hands. She grabbed a hold of his ea
rs and forced him onto a nipple, "Suck it James! Suck it good!" and ground her labia on his knee.

  James let go of her breasts and ran them down her sides, over her curve, and onto her ass. He massaged the cheeks from this direction, helping her grind on his knee. Paying attention to her anus, he heard her moan, "Finger it James! Finger-fuck it!" and he slipped one in while she forced him on the other nipple.

  She moaned and groaned while holding his head, James fought to coordinate his efforts. Sucking a nipple, squeezing a cheek, and fucking in and out of her ass with a finger, he had his work cut out for him.

  Tugging his ears, she pulled him up and worked to undress him. His earpiece went off, 'James, turn the damn mike off!' and he scrambled to get the radio out. He had forgotten about that and knew they had heard him. Stripping himself of the gear, he placed it all on the night table.

  Dawn was on him and raised his shirt over his head, then tackled his belt and pants. She paused at his underwear, looking up to him and smiled. Yanking them off him, she put them in her purse. With James taking his socks off, it wasn't long before he was completely nude. Stepping back, Dawn inspected her prey.

  "My, you are a hunk! A damn sight better than my husband." and lunged at him. "Give me that cock!"

  James was surprised at her speed and she caught him off guard, her hand gripped his shaft, and he was pushed back on the bed. Swallowing his head, she stroked his meat and grabbed his balls with the other hand. She forced more in her mouth and started bobbing up and down. Getting her mouth filled turned her on more and she made different plans.

  Hopping on the bed, she worked her way up and straddled James' cock. Impaling it in her, she rode it sitting up. James grabbed her breasts and held them as she moved up and down. She went faster and told him how good he felt. James told her to fuck him hard and she obliged, riding up and down faster. He pinched her nipples and she quivered on him. It put her over the edge and she screamed a little as she tried to maintain her pace. James took up the effort and finished her off, letting her come down from her orgasm. He slowed to a stop and released her breast while she gasped for air.