When the jet lands and Gavin and I step off it, I feel his cum running down my legs. I have extra panties in my roll-along suitcase but I don’t feel like putting them on. What Gavin and I just did was really exciting and I want to be reminded of it all day long.
We’re taken by limo to the Phoenix location of The Exchange, and his hand caresses my thigh the whole time. At one point he slides a hand up my dress but I playfully nudge him away, nodding my head at the driver and saying, “Stop it!”
But it’s exciting. I love how much he always wants to fuck me. You’d think it would get old after we’ve done it so much, but every time is just as fun as the very first. It’s like a drug and I can never get enough fixes of it.
Once we arrive at The Exchange and go in holding hands, my eyes bulge at how big and posh-looking the Phoenix location is compared to the one in Boston.
“This is nice, honey,” I say, squeezing his hand.
“I told you,” he says, with a satisfied grin on his face. “We’re going to be set for life.”
“Oh, as if we weren’t already,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.
But secretly, I like how he says, “we’re going to be set for life.”
Even though we’ve been together for so long, Gavin still hasn’t proposed. But he does always drop hints like this that make me think a proposal is coming soon.
I know he loves me and he clearly wants to be with me forever, but he’s scared. He’s told me during his more vulnerable moments— during pillow talk, or on our long, soul-searching drives on road trips— that he is scared he will mess everything up like his dad did.
I tell him not to worry; he’s a great boyfriend and he’ll make an amazing husband, and father— if we end up having kids. But I think it’s something he has to believe for himself. I know he’s starting to come around; I can just feel it.
“Right this way,” says a pretty woman in a long dress who escorts us all into an impressive looking theater-sized room.
She reminds me of Vivian, the woman who approached Tessa and Monique and me at the bar in Boston and invited us to participate in the auction happening at The Exchange. I guess each club has its own “madam” or other women who help facilitate the events and make everyone feel at home.
As we walk into the theater I can’t help but stare at the stage and think about how many women have been auctioned off here just as I was at The Exchange back in Boston. I hope their stories have ended up as happy as mine and Gavin’s have.
We’re not here for an auction, though. We’re here for a company party. A company party with an announcement that is going to make Gavin even richer than he already is. He puts his arm around me as we take our places in reserved seats in the front row of the auditorium.
Soon, another woman sits down in a seat beside mine. She has blue eyes and sandy brown and blonde hair piled into a bun on top of her head. Some strands have fallen down and gotten caught in her earrings, which are turquoise and feature red birds on them. They’re pretty, and so is she.
“Hi, I’m Celeste,” she says, reaching out to shake my hand.
I hug her instead. I know we’re going to hit it off well. Since Monique and Tessa can’t be here, I’ll make a new friend in Celeste.
“I’m Jade,” I tell her, “Gavin’s girlfriend.”
“I’ve heard good things,” she says, smiling. “But I’m glad we can finally meet.”
“Me too,” I tell her, and then I reach over to untangle a strand of her hair from her earring. “You have some hair stuck here,” I explain.
“Oh geez, that always happens,” she says, shaking her head. “How embarrassing.”
“Quirky is not embarrassing,” I tell her. “It’s unique.”
We laugh and then I introduce her to Gavin and she introduces me to the guy beside her.
“This is my fiancé, Maxim,” she says, and he shakes my hand and then Gavin’s.
“Nice to finally meet you, man,” he says.
“Yeah, I was hoping to get in earlier so we could chat before the official announcement,” Gavin starts to say, but he’s interrupted by two more people joining us in the reserved front row seating.
“Hi, I’m Veronica,” says a woman whose beauty is on part with Celeste’s. Perfect. Two new friends. “And this is my husband Isaac.”
“There you go showing me up with your ‘husband’ talk,” Celeste says, and then she adds, “But I’m catching up to you soon. Maxim and I live here in Phoenix and we’re getting married in Scottsdale, tomorrow actually. After today’s announcement, of course.”
“Oh wow,” I tell her, and I have to admit my heart skips a beat with jealousy. “That’s amazing. Congratulations.”
Maxim puts his arm around Celeste; both are beaming. They’re a gorgeous couple.
“I’m so happy for you,” Veronica chimes in. “Being married is the best thing ever.”
I shoot a glance at Gavin but he shrugs slightly as if to say, Yeah I know, you’re wanting that too. I don’t want anything to spoil our nice trip so I shake off the feeling of wanting something I can’t have— not yet, anyway— and give Celeste another hug.
“That’s awesome,” I tell her. “And what great timing…”
As if on cue, the CEO of The Exchange walks up to the stage and taps the microphone. There’s awkward laughter and clearing of throats as everyone in the audience, including us, settles down in our seats.
I stop talking and squeeze Gavin’s hand. This is it. Our future together is about to get even better than it already is. And I can’t wait.