Chapter 9

The cab arrives at the airport. It is a beautiful day outside, with a light breeze. Jane is sitting in the back, excited by this new lifestyle she will be stepping into, even if it’s only for a week.

“Here we are, ma’am,” says the cab driver, treating her as if she is someone special. “Looks like you’re going on a fancy vacation,” he comments. “I must say, my dear, you are one beautiful woman and whoever you are meeting is one lucky man.”

Jane has never had anyone treat her as wealthy or extra-special, or even had men pay her attention at all really. She is used to being the one helping everyone else out and taking whatever kindness she can get from the world. People see her as timid, quiet and unappealing.

Jane is not sure how to respond to this man’s view of her. What could she say to seem confident, but not bitchy like some of the wealthy women she knew?

“Why thank you. That is very kind of you,” she replies, with a sense of detachment. She’d love to tell him how much it means to her, and that no one has ever seen her this way before.

“Here, you can keep the change,” she says, handing him the money.

She steps out of the cab and onto the tarmac. The cab driver goes over to grab her hand and help her out. She adjusts her dress and stands up tall, feeling like this is the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life.

“Thank you,” she says to the cab driver. “I hope you have a wonderful day.”

“You’ve already made it wonderful for me,” he responds, in a completely genuine way.

Nervous, Jane put one foot in front of the other, the way she was trained in finishing school. She is delicate, graceful, and so anxious. She has a light scarf wrapped around her head and she is wearing dark sunglasses, enough to cover her uncertain eyes.

She walks toward the jet, her knees shaking from the excitement and anticipation. The cab driver admires her curves as she walks away.

A man at the top of the stairs waves at her. It doesn’t look like Brad. He must be the pilot. She can’t believe this is happening to her, that there would be people waiting for her and making sure she is welcomed and safe. She could get used to this.

She lifts her dress and takes one step at a time, pretending she’s done this before. She wonders if she’ll still be attracted to Brad, or if it was just the piña coladas clouding her vision. What if he turns out to be a sick pig of a guy and she isn’t able to stand being with him for an hour, much less a week?

All her anxieties are kicking in now and the only way to calm herself is to remember the feeling she had that night at the bar, and the way his personal assistant, Trish, made her feel in the change room.

She touches her belly, feeling the smoothness of the dress and tries to hold herself together. There’s no turning back now, Janey, she tells herself. Just make the best of this situation and follow orders.

She feels the cool air conditioning coming from the plane door. The pilot takes her hand and helps her in. She notices Brad on the phone, apparently engaged in a serious business call, and facing the direction of the bar.

Immediately, she blushes and feels heat flush throughout her body. She’s not sure if she should just run away while she still can or surrender to his wishes and fly away with him.

She notices his fit, round ass through his dress slacks and his broad shoulders looking so strong and capable. She can feel herself getting moist just looking at him.

She is not sure what to do. Should she just stand there and wait or go over and sit in the smooth, leather chairs. She imagines herself spreading her legs open to touch herself while he’s watching and stuck talking business on the phone. She could show him her satin panties, and get him all turned on, teasing him by not letting him touch her, pushing her heels against his body. She would put her fingers inside herself and show him just what she wants, getting excited, but not permitting him to enter her.

When he hangs up the phone, she would have him beg to touch her, kissing him first on the lips then pushing his face down to her pussy, having him take off her panties with his teeth and licking his tongue all around her pink parts. She would push his face deeper into her, moving it around so his nose presses against her clit and his tongue licks inside of her while she gets all juicy.

She’d unbuckle his belt and rub his cock with her foot, getting him hard enough to push himself inside of her, thrusting deep, with her cunt tightening and holding him far inside of her, pulsing and…

Brad turns around and sees her, putting his finger up to show he’ll be a moment. He motions over to the leather chairs indicating that she should take a seat.

Jane snaps out of it and doesn’t want to expose her thoughts to him. She maintains her composure and walks over to the chairs to sit down. The leather feels cool, fresh, and relaxing. She sits upright and looks out the window at the blue sky, taking in the calmness of the day, and breathes a sigh of relief.