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HIS P.E.T. 2eliminadoCHAPTER 2: FOUR WEEKS AGOI picked up the black leather choker from on top of the plastic package containing the sheer, black stockings and examined the silver-looking nameplate. As I reread the three letters, I ran my thumb over the engraved letters. I noticed that it wasn’t three letters, but three letters each with a period after it, “P.E.T.”, although it was the letters that were seen. So, he did want me to join him. The thought made me tingle throughout my body, despite everything I had experienced during the past night; but it mostly made me tingle in my pussy and nipples. He promised me he could give the sexual excitement I desired and the fulfillment of meaningful work. He made the decision, even before hearing my reaction, apparently, so this next discussion was about more than being his pet, it must also be what is the “fulfillment of meaningful work”. And, we were going to have that discussion with me dressed only in stockings, heels, and a choker. I tingled more.I carefully placed the choker back on the package and rushed into the master bathroom. He had said to go to my shower and referred to my bed for the clothes he selected. As I rushed into the bathroom to shower before joining him in his home office, I smiled at the realization that this was my bedroom and bathroom. The master bedroom! I really was his, now. And, I tingled more.And, all this started only four weeks, ago.* * * * *Four weeks, ago.Bob and Carol Carson were friends of mine. Intimate friends, really. They were a couple in their early to mid-40’s and lived a swinging lifestyle. I was a guest of theirs at their Tucson home over the past months and was invited to their swinger group parties when allowed. I was told there were various types of swinger groups and this one was carefully managed for couples. When singles were allowed, it was generally only a few at a time and they were especially restrictive of single men. But, I took the opportunity to join them anytime they invited me.When I checked my voice mail on my personal phone, I found her teasing message, “I know your sexy body must be very needy by now, so I have an offer for you. The group is getting together this Saturday and I suggested a special demonstration for the group as a primer for the evening. You’ll be a part of the demonstration. No details until you get here Friday night. Trust me. I know you’ll do it, so give me a call say you will. Bye.”She was right, too. I had opened myself up to Bob and Carol over that time together. Others in the group knew me sexually, but none knew who I was, what I did, or how desperate my needs ran. But, with Bob and Carol, I had opened myself up and let it all come out and they did for me what they could. Of course, there were benefits in that for them, as well.It was something I never understood and, for a long time, tried to deny. A counselor once told me that it was better to accept it and give it recognition even if I wasn’t going to act on it. At least then, I could attempt to manage it. The “it” was a sexual drive that literally scared the hell out of me. If I gave myself to a man in a relationship, it frequently ended up with me taking over the sexual side of the relationship, demanding more, and exploring further. Even now I have to laugh at the realization of how intimating that had been to those men. It also became clear to me that I needed to be very careful, not just for the very real possibility of being taken advantage of, but for my career.I was 31 years old and single. Actually, never having had a truly meaningful relationship for the possibility of singlehood changing anytime soon. It wasn’t because I wasn’t attractive. To be taken seriously in school and work, I toned my appearance down. I was 5’ – 7” tall and weighed 120 pounds. I had always kept my naturally wavy, dark brown hair long. It was currently in the middle of my back. And, even five years after school, there was little fat on my body. High school and college were a steady stream of classes or athletics. I specialized in soccer and swimming but also tried out for volleyball, softball, and track. Looking back at it, even then I was subconsciously suppressing the other desires bubbling beneath the surface. If I kept myself physically and mentally exhausted, perhaps I could control the sexual side.Despite being a woman in the largely male-dominated world of banking, only five years after college, I was managing the Executive Banking Department at the National Bank of Arizona in Phoenix. My group dealt with the transactions of very wealthy individuals, companies, and corporation, handling multi-million dollar loans and purchase transactions. It wasn’t the financial side of the business I found interesting, but dealing with the so-called rich and powerful. It was almost a sexual release for me to deal with, anticipate, and maneuver these, mostly, men for the benefit of the bank.That was the part of the job I couldn’t bear jeopardizing. I denied my desires and traveled long distances for the occasional opportunities to sate my body’s needs. But, when I did, it was with abandonment. I threw myself into the sex and I was never in doubt that I was allowed back to the group as often as I was because of the pleasure and excitement I unselfishly brought out in others. It was something, however, that I felt needed to be isolated from my real life in Phoenix and any possible contact with those I worked with or associated with and that association was widespread.But, it didn’t stop me from musing with Bob and Carol, often while we lay naked in their bed with a final glass of wine or a stiffer drink. If only I didn’t have to worry about a job; if only I could be free to experience that side of me without recrimination or consequence to my livelihood.I was a mess of confliction, and I knew it. Bob and Carol knew it. None of us had any ideas of what to do about it, though. A good job with responsibility and creating opportunity and benefit for the bank was rewarding, and you don’t survive in the world without income. At least, you don’t survive with the comforts and options I had come to appreciate.The demonstration Carol was suggesting would change me, again. Friday night, I drove directly from work with a small overnight case to Tucson. Upon driving up to their home, I was intrigued to find another car in the driveway I didn’t recognize. Inside, I was introduced to a woman in her mid-40’s, Samantha Jameson. She was the one who would introduce me to a whole new world of sexual experience, b********y. And, it would only take that weekend to convince me that canine sex needed to be a part of my life in some way.When I was brought into the house, Carol greeted me with a loving hug. I asked her who was also there because I was used to interacting with Bob & Carol and the swinger group by myself. She said it was part of the surprise. Surprise, indeed. After giving Bob a hug and kiss, I left my overnight bag with Bob, who placed it in the hallway, and followed Carol into the family room at the back of the house. There, I noticed the naked woman in the back nuzzling and stroking two dogs. I recognized Blackie from previous visits, but the other dog, a white German Shepard, was new so I assumed it belonged to the woman.Carol led the way out onto the patio, which brought the woman’s attention to us. She stood and approached. It was odd seeing a woman I was unfamiliar with being naked in my friends’ house. She was introduced as Samantha Jameson who had also spent time with them sexually. She was going to the swinger party with us. It was at this point that Bob turned to me.“Laura, I think you are overdressed. After all, you and Samantha are here for the same reasons.”The woman, Samantha, watched me with a wry smile on her face as though she knew something I didn’t. And, I suspected she did. I smiled and calmly undressed on the patio, Carol taking each of my garments and folding them on the patio table. I was reaching behind my back to undo the clips to my bra when my eyes went to the dog licking the woman’s naked hip. My bra loosened and fell to my elbows, exposing my breast when the thought clicked into all the right slots.I turned to Carol, handing her my bra, “The demonstration you said was going to be given at the party …” I turned to the dogs, “… the dogs?”Carol chuckled and nodded. She explained how Samantha had spent some time with them and introduced her to canine sex. At first, Carol thought of a canine sex demonstration with her and Samantha, but then she remembered how much I like to extend my sexual experiences and fussed so much about not getting enough opportunities to experience new things. She thought if she tried to explain it over the phone I might not have agreed to come. “Somethings,” she said, “were best being surprises.”I gasped out my reply, “I’ve never … you know I have never done anything like that.”“That’s why they call it new experiences, dear. Don’t fret. Samantha is a wonderful guide. She’ll have you wanting more canine sex before illegal bahis you know it.” She smiled at Samantha, “I know first-hand.” She put her arm around me, “But, we’ll get to all of that, later. Bob, why don’t you get us some drinks.”As Bob returned with a tray containing the drinks, Carol took me by the shoulders, but spoke to the other woman, “She isn’t giving you the full impression, Samantha. This woman has maybe the highest sex drive I have seen. You, Samantha, are right there, too. I think the difference is that you have your friend Albert to arrange these meetings and Laura is in a position to worry about her career and her reputation within that career.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I was a bit uncomfortable with the details coming out to someone I had just met.Samantha glanced at Carol, then turned her attention to me, “Can I have a talk with you for a minute?” I nodded, so with our drinks in hand, we walked to the other side of the yard. “You looked as surprised by this as I was. Are you okay?”I nodded and held out my arms, “I’m naked, aren’t I?” We both laughed. I hugged her. “Thank you, though. I appreciate the concern. There is good discretion in the group, but they are more interested in their own pleasure. Having an outside participant, even one who has been with them several times seems to be a chance to maximize their pleasure.” She looked concerned by what I said, then added, “Not Carol and Bob, though.” She smiled at me and I remember, “Of course, you already know them.”“Laura, I think we will get along just fine. I think we are a lot alike.” She turned to head back to the couple, but I stopped her with my hand on her arm.“In the group, they call me ‘LauraC’. There is another Laura already in the group. Just so you know …”“Well, I am not of the group, you will remain Laura to me.” She smiled.I still didn’t proceed, though. “You really do it with dogs? I never even thought about … anything but humans.”She smiled and nodded. “Dogs, yes. Harley and I are very familiar with each other. But … other a****ls, too. We can save that discussion for another time. But, Carol seems intent on you trying a dog. She seems intent on you performing with one tomorrow night. Between you and me, I hope you try it, at least tonight. I am sure you will love it. About tomorrow night, though, if you think it will be too soon to be in front of others, don’t worry, I can take both of them.” She leaned into me and whispered, “I have done much more in front of others.” And she gave me a look that said she thought I would understand. I wasn’t sure what, exactly, she meant, but the implication was clear.I took her hand. “Thank you. I want to talk to you more about all of this. Yes, I will try the dog, but you’ll show me?”“Every step of the way.” And, we rejoined Carol and Bob.For the time being, Bob and Carol seemed content to allow Samantha and me to gain comfort and familiarity with other before springing the full canine issue on me. They sat on the couch in the family room while Samantha and I engaged in some mutual pussy loving. Soon, the sounds of moans and gasps were not just from Samantha and me. Bob and Carol were soon partially undressed on the couch as they used our display to ignite their own play. Samantha was a gifted lover and that was no surprise. I was pleased to experience her abilities in arousing me to an orgasm, as I did for her.Later that night, we gathered in the family room for a discussion of Carol’s thoughts for the coming party with the swinger group. Samantha moved to a blanket Carol had placed on the floor in the center of us and called her dog, Harley. She then encouraged me to join her so I could have a better view of what she was doing and what the dog would be doing.I watched intently as she placed the dog on his side, then encouraged the cock out of the sheath with first her fingers, then her tongue, lips, and mouth. I found that part amazing itself. I guess we don’t think much about the penis of other species, at least I never had. This one was shaped much different from a man. The tip was pointed without the classic helmet head that even an uncircumcised one has under the foreskin. This was not only pointed but shaped different and a distinctly reddish color.Samantha, though, showed no reservation of treating it any differently than I might a man’s cock. She hungrily used her tongue and mouth on the cock, taking it deep into her mouth. She was skilled in sucking the cock, and the dog was used to the attention, obviously, as the dog remained calm throughout and the cock quickly extended out of the sheath to a length of about four inches. She sat back on her heels while continuing to stroke the a****l.“My preference is having a good amount of cock out of the sheath before having him mount me. Dogs and a****ls in general won’t be able to see where they are putting their cock so they probe and jab in an effort to sink into the pussy. The dog’s cock has a bone in it that can be brutal with enough jabbing. So, I use my hand to guide it in me. You can determine your own preference, of course, but I encourage you to consider the easy way.”With that, she moved to her hands and knees, patted her butt and her dog scrambled to his feet, sniffing her ass before giving it and her pussy licks. She wiggled her butt and pushed his snout away but telling me that the feel of a dog licking is amazing and I should indulge sometime when I have a chance. I watched the dog suddenly jump onto her back and I leaned over to watch her hand move between her legs and provide a guide for the cock to find its way into her.I heard her gasp at the aggressive initial penetration and watched in stunned amazement as the dog seemed to go crazy on top her. With only a moment of pause to reposition itself, the dog’s hind end thrust into her with an energy I had never imaged previously. I saw that she only braced herself underneath the a****l and made no attempt to match its furious effort at fucking her. After a few moments of stunned amazement in watching, she gasped out that I should raise its tail and look. I did as she instructed, a bit tentatively because I didn’t want to have the dog frightened by the touch. What I found made me gasp.“What is that?! Is that normal? It must be … but … you mean that is going inside you?”Even through her gasping and moans at the fucking, that to me she must only be enduring, she managed to reply, “The knot … it forms … to tie … to hold him … to his bitch … to increase the … likelihood of … insemination.” I now saw her pressing back against the dog and the knot slowly spreading her pussy open. “Yes … inside … the best part … of dogs.”She cried out, but it wasn’t really a cry of pain or distress but of the completion of the effort, the stretching of her pussy and what feelings that involved, and I imagined of the sudden fullness of having that ball of dog flesh fill her. It wasn’t long after that she literally seemed to explode in orgasm. It was beautiful to watch as the dog, too, pressed strongly against her butt and was emptying his seed into her.It took minutes before they separated. In the meantime, she rotated, pulled and pushed against their stuck union. The dog, somehow, managed to turn by lifting its leg over her so they were ass-to-ass. By lifting the tail, again, I was able to see the ball of cock flesh just inside her distended pussy lips. She said the rotation and pulling that she and the dog did would sometimes take her to another orgasm, but that it was largely dependent on attitude and situation. She didn’t this time, but she was clearly enjoying the knot while being tied together.After, she assisted me as I attempted to duplicate everything I had just witnessed. As I quickly and eagerly moved to experience their dog, Blackie, in the same way, I heard Carol to Bob, “She always talked about needing more sex, but I just knew there was a lot more inside her. Look how she doesn’t seem bothered at all by the idea of being fucked by a dog and that she will duplicate that action in front of five or six other couples tomorrow night.” And, she was right. I was not only eager to do this now, to be fucked by a dog, something that I never, ever fantasized about, but the idea of doing it in front of others with Samantha at my side, the two of us wantonly being bred by dogs, professed another side of my sexuality I would need to explore more if I ever got the chance.That experienced changed me. Or, perhaps, it opened me. I had sought gratification of sexual outlet through these occasional swinger parties or evenings with Bob and Carol. I knew now that there was so much more out there, but I had the same problem as always … how to safely pursue it without jeopardizing my career and name.The next day, Samantha and I switched dogs just for my curiosity. The fuck was similar, but there did seem to be something different, smoother, satisfying with her dog. She confided that she often felt the same way. Other dogs can be enjoyable, certainly, but a dog used to mating with illegal bahis siteleri a human female seemed to display a subtle quality, slightly gentler. The night at the party didn’t quite go as Carol had planned. I couldn’t go through with participating in the demonstration with the dogs in front of the other couples. Samantha, however, thrilled the others with the bestial demonstration that served the intended purpose of stimulating the group to a fever pitch. I immediately lost track of anyone else until I was collected late at night and we returned to Bob and Carol’s where I collapsed into a sound sleep. I remembered being immediately taken in a double penetration by two of the men, pussy, and ass. After that, I seemingly floated from naked body to naked body, not caring if it was male or female, single or couple.The next day I took the opportunity to talk with both Samantha and Carol, separately. Samantha warned me about falling into the wrong situation with my sexuality. She confided of her own experience, but also said that I seemed stronger, more in control of my life than she had been. I asked her how I would know and she hugged me. She said I would. If I continued to go into new situations in strength, awareness, and understanding, I would know if something was good.Carol reinforced the same thing without the experience factor behind it. She just encouraged me with a confidence she felt about my inner strength. If I didn’t go into something in weakness and desperation, I would be fine.I wouldn’t have long to wait for the opportunity to put all of that to the test.The Tuesday after that weekend I sat down on a bench in the park a couple blocks from my workplace. I stopped for a strawberry poppy seed salad and ice tea from a corner café along the way. As I munched on the first fork full, I dug through my purse for my personal phone. Turning it on, I found my usual couple voice messages, but one was from a phone number I didn’t recognize. But, it wasn’t spam because a message was left. I punched the fork repeatedly into the salad as my phone service put into my voice mail. Chewing, again, I heard the message.“Laura, Cariston. My name is Kara, with a K. You can reach me at the number registered on your phone. I work for a very exclusive research firm hired to find a uniquely qualified person for an equally unique position. This is not a random solicitation. This is a very real opportunity and it has not been easy to fill, but the client has been patient since the requirements were defined by him and are very specific. Your name hit our database search earlier and I feel we have finally satisfied ourselves that you may very well be that one unique individual that is being sought. I am sorry for the length of this message, but I really do hope you take the time to call me when you have a chance. I recognize the conflict of doing so while at work, which is why I used your personal number. You can call up to 9:00 PM your time. Thank you.”How odd. She didn’t say she was with an employment search firm or recruiter. She referred to her company as an exclusive research firm. I came up in their search and they have now satisfied themselves? Am I unique? What kind of position calls for a research firm and apparent lengthy investigation?I was too curious so I did call her back. I had a good job, but the reality was that it as a good, steady job. It was not ‘unique’. Although I might not have peaked in the hierarchy of the bank, I likely would have difficulty moving too much further in the patriarchal environment. So, Friday night I was sitting across the table from Kara, with a K, at the most expensive restaurant in Phoenix. I know, I checked online. She flew in only to talk to me. I couldn’t believe they didn’t need an updated resume, school records of degrees, lists of references, or something. She assured me they had everything necessary.To say that I was extremely intimidated would be an understatement. But the woman sitting opposite me was attractive, calm, and controlled. She was maybe a decade older than my 31 years but they looked really good on her. She had a short, efficient hairstyle and wore a silk buttoned blouse with just enough buttons undone to occasionally show edges of her lace bra underneath.We sipped our drinks and after the waiter left, she leaned in, “Laura, thank you for agreeing to talk to me. I hope you understand that at this time I cannot divulge the company or the person you would be reporting to. That will come later.” I nodded my understanding. “Good. This can move quite quickly once it gets going.”I put my hand out further into the table, effectively stopping her. “I don’t understand something. Such a unique position requiring a uniquely qualified person. How could you know I am that person?”She looked down at her drink and turned it in a circle on the tablecloth. I had the feeling she was weighing how much to say. She sighed and looked up at me. “I told him this was going to be too hard …” She sighed, again. “You’ve heard the conspiracy stories about how the government knows too much about our emails, phone calls, besides our personal and business lives?” I nodded. “Well … it’s not just the government.”“What do you mean, not just the government?”“I mean us … my firm. I have been following you in the world of cyber-space for months. Well, me and a team.”“A team has been following me?”She chuckled, “Sorry, it probably isn’t funny to you. Not following you physically … well … a little, maybe. Anyway, we know enough about you to reassure the client that you could be ‘the one’. I don’t want to be all Matrix about this, but we have spent a lot of time trying to find you.”“Me.”She laughed this time. “Yes. Definitely … YOU.” She smiled. “Suffice it to say, we know you.”I cocked my head at her. “Really?”She leaned over and retrieved an I-Pad. We ordered and got rid of the waiter with another order of drinks. She found what she was looking for. “Okay … we know that you grew up in a wonderfully happy and loving family fulfilling the suburban dream until you were 15.” She looked up at me and continued. “At 15-years old you were orphaned due to a terrible car accident that you miraculous survived with minor injuries. Your only surviving relative was an old grandmother on your mother’s side who was already in a nursing home. You were placed in a foster home but taken out within 5 months.” She looked up, again. “Did you know he went to jail?”I shook my head. “How … I thought juvenile records were always sealed?”“They are. I told you, Laura.” I nodded my understanding, finally letting it sink in that this was real. “The next foster family was good. You stayed there through high school until you went off to the University of Arizona. In high school, you specialized in soccer and swimming, which you carried into college, but you also played other sports but not at the same level. You took an inordinate amount of time to go through college and completely avoided the issue of boys along the way. Let’s see … Bachelor of Science in Psychology, Bachelor of Arts in English, Bachelor of Science in Business and an MBA. Took you eight years for four degrees.” She looked across the table and shook her head, “You have me impressed right there.” She scrolled down, “Then, at 26 you finally ventured into the world. All of your time, five years, at National Bank of Arizona and are now the Manager of Executive Banking Department.” She nodded at something and looked up. “Want to know what the executives above you say about you?”“I don’t know, do I?”She smiled, “Let me put it to you this way … the way they feel about you privately and your resume, you are grossly underpaid.” She looked up, “I’m not saying that to manipulate you into thinking about leaving them. But … you should keep it in mind. How much further do you think you will be able to go there? Don’t answer that, but think about it.”The meals came and we talked about nothing important. I had the feeling she was letting everything to this point sink in. She asked about the desert and how I stood it with the dry, hot air. She was from Atlanta. She laughed that she has used more lotion since being here than she might use in a month. She conceded that might have been an exaggeration. After the meal, we moved to the adjoining bar in a comfortable and reasonably private feeling booth. I shifted to Jameson’s Irish. “Kara, you have to be able to tell me something about the position, where it is located, the size of company and office.”She smiled. “We talked long about this part. There is no easy way to describe this so I will just blurt it out.” I leaned forward, this was the part I had been waiting to hear. “The position is really two position wrapped into one person. First, he desires a competent, smart, strong-minded, self-starting … blah, blah, blah … person for his personal advisor. Not assistant. Very specifically, advisor. He is looking for that person who can assist him in communication, written and verbal; dealing with personalities; and, canlı bahis siteleri who can discuss complex business issues and strong enough to present alternative views. I have no question that is you. And, more importantly, he agrees.”“Sight unseen. Never having talked to me?”“This is a man who is … frankly, unbelievable. I wish I was ten years younger and he saw me that way.”“You’ve met with him, then?”“Oh … oh, yes. Yes, I have. I can’t say too much. He’ll have to do that if you wish to take the next step. But, I can say that he heads a large, global, multi-national conglomerate. He travels internationally frequently and you would be, too.”“Advisor.” I said it like I was trying it out to see how it fit me. I looked up, “You said two positions. What’s the other?”She hesitated and I saw nerves in the woman for the first time. I held her eyes, though, and she gave in by turning toward the bar and indicating two more drinks. She was killing time, but after the drinks arrived, I pressed her, again.“Yes, two positions. Well … in my mind I have to think of them as two separate performance issues. To him, though, they are equally important and critical, which makes the person so very uniquely qualified and making it so frustrating for us to locate.” She took a sip of her drink and played with the glass on the cardboard coaster on the tabletop. When she looked up, again, I saw a nervous smile. Then, a bigger one as she read something in my face. “Yes, I can see you are strong, determined, unflinching, and uncompromising when you need to be. Right … the other part … sex.”Even as I reacted, I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly. “What?!” I noticed others in the area respond to my outburst. I leaned into the table and continued quieter, “What? Sex? You mean part of this is to give sex? Like … like a sex slave or submissive or … you mean like that? You mean a “50 Shades of Gray” kind of thing, someone to do his bidding sort of thing? I’ve read stories about that kind of guy … fantasy stuff for lonely women. That’s patently ridiculous.”She put her hand out to stop me. “You’re right, that would be ridiculous.” I looked at her questioningly. “Not a slave or submissive. Never. That would be incompatible with the first part. This has to be the same person. A strong, independent, competent person capable of confronting him on business issues wouldn’t then be a submissive much less a slave in another part of her being. No, but the thing is you want it; you hunger for it; the more you experience, the more you want.”Now I was looking at the amber fluid in my glass. I looked up, “That’s the person he is looking for? A person who thrives on the feeling of the sexual experience?”She smiled genuinely warm at hearing the calmness of my comments. “Yes. The combination of a strong woman for business and a desirable, insatiable woman who commands sexual attention and unconditionally gives it, too. But, Laura, I wasn’t only referring to what he is looking for. When I said ‘you want it; you hunger for it; the more you experience, the more you want’, I meant you. That is what you feel and want.”I wanted to react with shock and recrimination, but that emotion didn’t come out. She was right. But, how could she know that?“I told you, Laura, we’ve been watching you. After almost two years with this assignment, you are the one. This past weekend proved it. I had a high confidence before, but it wasn’t until last weekend that it was proven.”“Last weekend?” I didn’t think I had verbalized it, but she replied. And the depth of her knowledge shocked me.“The dogs. How many times were you mounted by one of the dogs? Three times? Four?” I couldn’t even speak. How could she possibly know that? I put out three fingers. “I knew about your willingness and desire for men and women, but your fear of reprisals at work, if it were discovered, weighed you down like you were encased in concrete. After all, a proper, conservative institution like that, right?” I looked up at her. I didn’t know what my face reflected because I didn’t know what I was feeling myself. “That is what you’ve been struggling with all this time. You’ve wanted to let yourself go and experience, enjoy and explore but you feared the discovery. You feared what might happen to your little world. Even going down to Tucson wasn’t a guarantee, was it? The financial world and you handling executive accounts … What you have always desired most of all was a secure job while not having to worry about seeking your pleasures.” I looked her in the eyes. It was like she had been sitting with me as I lamented to Carol and others in the group in Tucson. Then, it hit me.“You know somebody in that group.” But, I didn’t … couldn’t … deny anything she said.She was right about the process moving fast if I chose to continue the discussion. I called her the next day, Saturday, about mid-day to inform her I did want to pursue this further. I thought early the following week would be a fast reply. Instead of the following week, however, Kara called me back within five hours. She informed me that he wanted to meet me personally in Miami where he lives. His private jet would be waiting at the airport for me Tuesday night directly after work and return me well before noon on Thursday. He hoped I could make that work because he was very anxious to meet me in person. I confirmed on the spot without even checking with my boss. I would put in for 12 hours, leave an hour early on Tuesday and, hopefully, be back into the office by 11:00 on Thursday. I wondered if his anxious could match my anxious. Thinking about the woman he imagined all this time working for him, his anxious might indeed match mine.A limo service was waiting for me outside the building and took me directly to the private charter terminal. The jet I was led to had “KONINGH Group” on the tail. I was met at the retractable stair by the pilot and shown into the cabin. I had to decide which of the empty seats I would use. I had never flown in a private jet before, much less one where I was the only passenger. Once in the air, the other pilot came out from the cockpit and enquired if I needed anything. Water was all I desired and he left me alone. He was very discreet and proper and I suspected it was a manner honed by dealing with people who owned their own planes and the guests invited onto them.Having left from work, I was wearing a business suit consisting of gray colored jacket and slacks with a white blouse and dark gray 3” heels. I removed my jacket, placing it on one of the other nine club seats. This was an amazingly comfortable way to fly. The brochure in the seat pocket on the wall identified it as a Gulfstream G550 with a range of 6,750 miles and capable of an altitude of 51,000 feet. And all for me. The intimidation factor ramped up like a rocket. What exactly did I think I was getting myself into? A simple Arizona girl jetting off to … what?As soon as the folding stairs descended from the plane after powering down at the Opa-Locka Executive Airport, a white limo-service car pulled up to the plane. I was shown into the back, my carry-on in the trunk, and quickly delivered to the Grand Beach Hotel Surfside. I was quickly checked in with assurance the room and all hotel expenses were covered. My room was near the top of the hotel by the indications of the elevator.Inside my room, I found a gift basket of fruit, chocolates, and a bottle of white wine. I opened the envelope tucked amongst the fruit: “Laura. Thank you for following through with this. I know you have a hundred question and possibly some reservations. I hope you understand better the need for discretion. My hope is the next two nights and day will provide many of the answers and understanding you seek to come to a decision that I hope accepts this crazy venture for us both. If you are not too tired, I would like to meet you tonight in the bar on the top floor. I will be the guy with the anxious look on his face.”A handwritten note with no name. Surely an oversight. I took the note to the large windows to the balcony and stepped out onto it. The view was looking out over the beach, the sound of the waves distinct despite the distance above them. The air was completely different than the air I was so accustomed to in the desert. But, there was no possibility of me not going up to the bar.I removed my suit coat and went into the luxuriant bathroom. I finger combed my long hair, touched up my lipstick and eyes, and checked my image in the mirror. My white lace bra hinted at being seen under my blouse. I re-tucked it into my slacks, slipped the key card into a pocket and left everything else, including my purse I had tucked away in the safe in the closet.I stood just inside the darkened space of the bar. Windows on two sides overlooked the ocean on one side and south down the coastal island on the other. “The guy with the anxious look on his face”. It was hard to distinguish any face in the subdued lighting of the room, but not the man standing at the ocean side window with his arm in the air. I waved back my recognition and picked my way through the tables and people standing.As I approached the man standing, “Laura Cariston, I am assuming?”“Yes, sir.”“Chris Border.”* * CHAPTER 3: CHRIS BORDER will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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