VIP Chauffeur Chapter 3

VIP Chauffeur
Chapter 3

My second assignment for Mr K and whomever his ultimate authority is was more than interesting not just from the way in which they compensate me but also for the type of work they have me involved in. I had recurring, haunting kind of flashbacks about the women we left behind on our 2nd assignment back in Summerville (Mr & Mrs B) as well as what may have been the final fate of that guy who obviously made some very fatal mistakes with someone? I recall asking Mr K if he was serious about me being able to go back to visit Mrs B and daughters and he smirked something like: “your kind of taken by her aren’t you”?. I said that I thought they way she was treated was fair given the circumstances and that there was something about her and her daughters that found interesting. He told me by all means go back if I wanted to enjoy her. He thought she’d be very appreciative about both the way she was treated and how her very big life problem known as her husband was solved for her. He added I wouldn’t go back right away but be sure I will never go back so “have it Bucko !” I waited a few days and hunted down her telephone number and gave it a call. The conversation was very interesting. Mrs B answered I said hello this is the guy that did a lot of whispering in your ear recently. She responded, “Oh my God, I’m so glad you called. I would so much like to talk with you about what happened. Do you think we could meet? I said I’d be pleased to and suggested that I visit her the next day. She boldly replied, “is there any chance you could come today or tonight?”. I said I was available and could be there about 8pm. She said, “I’ll be waiting breathlessly, please don’t be any later!”. The conversation had me interested, cautious and hard all at the same time.

I freshened up and headed out confident I could find the location again without difficulty. I did arrive just before 8pm and rang the doorbell. Mrs B answered the door immediately almost as though she was watching for me. She was dressed in an expensive sweater and tight fitting jeans. She threw her arms around me and hugged me as hard and as close as anyone ever has. She mumbled thank God you came back. I have so much to tell you and ask you. I said slow down I’m not sure what you think I know or what I can share but lets take it slowly. She said oh its not all about what happened but how you cared for me, made love to me and took care of me and my girls when I very well believed we would all be dead. Please come in and sit and let me get you something to drink. She let me to sitting room or living room right off the foyer and told me to make myself comfortable. She went on to day that no one else was in the house and the girls would not be home for several hours. I watched her carefully as she went into the kitchen and prepared me a drink. She was much much hotter that I remember with long brunette hair, an angelic face with little need for makeup, a rack that was incredible and long strong legs. She was barefoot and she was watching me as much as I was watching her. She came back with what I thought was a vodka and tonic (she never asked me what I wanted) put it down and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth immediately and it took my breath away. The kiss lasted what seemed like 5 minutes as her hands roamed my neck, arms, hair and face. I couldn’t help but think to myself that it was genius of me to want to come back her. She broke of the kiss and said almost immediately, you were so right about everything you said, my girls have no recollection whatsoever of what happened and think their father has disappeared.