of the best drivers I have ever seen, so it was a natural fit.”
His answer raised as many questions as it answered, but I decided to just let it lie, not wanting to push within half an hour of meeting him. Yet he did seem totally open and candid, like the sort you could ask anything without him getting offended. He wouldn’t talk about other people without their permission but about himself all was open. At least, that was the impression he gave.
He didn’t leave me. It was only three floors back down to the lobby and the out the front doors, but Mr. Ford stayed with me the entire way. Never touching me but seeming like he might at any moment. Not in a creepy way but gentle and encouraging, not that I would have minded at all either. After shanking his hand, I started getting really curious about what it would be like for him to touch me in a different sort of way.
The car was there when we got out. Clementine stood by the open back door. I couldn’t see what it was. It was just big and fancy and electric white, and polished to a mirror-shine. It was nice enough to be impressive but not so flashy as to make me feel self-conscious. Much like Tobias himself.
“Where to, baby blue?”
“The Sixty on Allen,” Tobias said.
“Yessir!” Clementine said, actually saluting.
“What’s the Sixty?” I asked in all innocence.
“You’ll see,” Mr. Ford said with an enigmatic smile.
Like a good girl, I got into the car and let Clementine drive me. Wherever our shared boss dictated, I would go.
Chapter Four - Addie
Mr. Ford was right. I did see, and it was worth waiting for. The room wasn’t big. It was roughly the size of an average apartment on the Lower East Side. They made the absolute best of the available space, right down to the slick black and white color scheme. Even the iron was black. The highlight of the entire thing was the blue and white lightbox image of a tree built into the wall, giving the impression of a window into an alternative universe. I stared at it for nearly half an hour before being able to pull myself away. What started with aesthetic interest turned to existential fixation.
My cellphone rang its siren call. I had to be careful which calls I took. There were only so many minutes on my plan. I closed my eyes, trying to prolong the time before the terror struck if it was, in fact, he-who-must-not-be named.
“How do you like it?” Tobias asked.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
“Good. I thought a former art student might appreciate it.”
“I do,” I said, glancing back at the lightbox, careful not to be pulled back in.
“Great. You have an open tab with room service. See you tomorrow.”
“An open tab?” I asked, making sure I hadn’t fallen asleep for a couple of seconds.
All I could hear was a dial tone. It sounded like the sort of thing that he would say, so I decide to take him up on it.
Suitably situated in a soapy tub, a tray of the finest food and drink beside me, I did my best to soak away the stress of the last couple of weeks. The buzz from the champagne came on slow, easing me into a wonderful relaxation. I lowered myself further into the bubbly water and let myself float as if in a shapeless, peaceful void. Alone in my own personal space.
I wasn’t alone for long. Tobias soon appeared in the realm of my mind. The one I had spent years developing as a sort of haven away from my actual reality. Full and perfect, he looked much as he had the last time I had seen him.
He was in the same suit and everything. He reached out his beautiful hand, caressing the near length of my body from my face to my feet. I let out a euphoric sigh both in my mind as well as in the tub.
It was a secret I kept close and only revealed to those I really trusted, but foot massages, well done foot massages in particular, drove me absolutely crazy. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he carefully massaged one foot and then the other, giving each an equal amount of attention.
Moving up my legs, he caressed his lovely hands along my shins and over my thighs, making the tremble with desire. Tenderly opening my legs with his hands, he moved ever upward, lightly