The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got groom quickly for the ‘ introduction engagement ’. Neither one of the participants knew ahead of meter that they had already met their dinner party day of the month. That was my own piddling prank, at least it was funny in my nous. When I told Jill about it, I got a immense eyeroll and a shake of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limousine arrived at the consummate prison term, complete with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of course of study, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my wearing apparel. I wore a short sleeved collared shirt and a pair of gracious jeans. Jill wore a denim skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful contour line.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for safety reasons. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an factor for the FBI, she had memory access to entropy about him that he probably didn't even get it on was available.

When we got to Heidi's menage, I got out and went to the front end door. It was a nice sporty planetary house. The pace was mowed, and she had a cunning little flowerbed against the battlefront facing of the house. One affair I did notification was that she had no great tree. She had a couple of President George W. Bush but no large trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her yell,"Hold on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my chief, the joke of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front of my stupid mental capacity. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the room access and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did give the social movement door, there stood before me a beautifully slim athletic woman. She was wearing a pair of wearing apparel denim and a gracious blouse. In my head, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of minutes to lock the front door back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too careful,"she said to me putting her key into the deadbolt lock.

"There, all locked up. Shall we go ?"Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to take hold of onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the room access open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't sure if Heidi knew my married woman or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is agent Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye rolling. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new interview for my ludicrous jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous wife, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the door and off we go. Heidi's FBI curiosity is starting to show.

"So how do you know that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's call it a suspicion,"I tell her trying to be cagey, but she is a professional inquisitor, so I must watch my step.

"Do I get any soupcon on what he looks like ?"She asks.

"Well, he has two eyes, one nose, and a distich of lips,"I tell her as I see Jill's optic roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might sustain seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two heart you say ? That must make him extra. Any other features you care to percentage ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"wellspring let's see, yeah, he puts his pants on one leg at a time and he wears shoes,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"Hell, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its meliorate than my last two dates,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now pass over into the conversation.

"Heidi, severalize me, how hard is it for person like yourself, a Federal factor to find person to have a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"well, it's tough. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to elude telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme point or the other. Either they want to tell you their Police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement representation that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the place to your home or your neck of the woods,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and pick up somebody for a one-night stand, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your poor fish. You never know when you will run into person that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does reach thing difficult, that's probably why so many agents day of the month and marry other agents,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonesome job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a skinny grouping of people that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way affair are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high visibility and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The close date I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex had canceled all his credit carte du jour and emptied their bank account. It sort of puts a damper on what should have been a nice evening,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those date before I met Jill and I am grateful every night that night she was my flight simulator back at Happy Limo.

We pull up to a nice-looking home. Fred parks the limo on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick's forepart door. I'm smiling the solid walk to the door.

I let her ring the bell. We hear"keep on, I'll be right there,"and some footsteps coming to the front door.

Patrick opens the room access. There is a stunned secrecy from both hoi polloi. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Saint Patrick, I would wish to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to usher in you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to play along, St. Patrick reaches his hand out and shingle Heidi's hand.

"C'mon guys, let's have a overnice night. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI broker, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her channelize yes. Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guy wire here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the unharmed affair with sunrise happened. There was no way to avoid you guys merging, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

"David, how do you know that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

"Actually, I don't. It's a hunch. You both work insane 60 minutes, you both have a estimable temperament, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as easy as I think it is, or at least my wife tells me so every once in a piece,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their berm and proceeded to head to the limo. Saint Patrick must turn back and go back to the front threshold to lock the top deadbolt lock.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"wellspring, obviously she cares about home security David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the rear door open. Saint Patrick lets Heidi get in foremost, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

"Patrick this is my married woman Jill,"I say to him.

"Jill, this is Patrick,"introducing Jill to Patrick.

St. Patrick says,"Jill, it's nice to gather you. I do deliver a motion for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's knucklehead antics ?"Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I kind of have to since I married the dunce,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Saint Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the eatery went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three extra traffic lights.

When we arrived at Texas longhorn's Steakhouse, Patrick's optic lit up.

"Hot damn, I love this place. I haven't been quite a patch, but their food is wonderful. Heidi, what do you think of this place ?"He asks all grin and full of energy, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating house, my phone buzzes.

"Damn David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

I look at the textbook content. It 's from Dakota"aeroplane ready for tomorrow for a slip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow night ?"

I think about it for a import then text her that hopefully, we will be returning home tomorrow night, but very late.

I apologize for the text edition message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The stewardess tells us that there's about a one-half hour wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four seating together at the bar. St. Patrick and I pull the rump out for the ladies then we take the outside two seats. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with lose weight brow and viridity centre ask what we want for drinkable and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

Saint Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a preference for a deglutition ?"

"How about just a nice glass of wine. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

"Jill, your usual, a merlot ?"I ask.

Saint Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

"You don't drink ?"Saint Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to monastic order an appetizer ?"I ask.

No one seems all that concerned in having an appetiser at the bar.

"Heidi, are you from this area ?"I ask trying to get some conversation going.

"No, not really. I grew up a bit North of here in San Francisco. When I graduated eminent shoal, I went to San Diego state of matter University and then Law school day. I applied to the office in my last year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

"Saint Patrick, are you from here ?"I ask.

"Yep, I grew up in a small township called San Marino. We lived in a small home on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in high schoolhouse and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took concern of all the cleaning in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodwork, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accountancy firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an well-fixed leap to starting my own business, cleaning other the great unwashed's plate,"Patrick tells us.

"How long have you been in business ?"Jill asks as she takes a sip of her merlot.

"About 8 days now. Until the affair the early day, I was considering trying to expatiate the concern towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about potentiality customer I'm leaving on the tabular array since your domicile is the only one that my company takes tending of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi take a farsighted sip of her Cabernet before asking,"Patrick, do you repent not going to college or are you more of a hands-on guy,"Heidi asks him.

"Well, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those party that you see on TV, I would have liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to ferment instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get wild and weirdo ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my heap set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the leger. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another prospicient sip of her wine.

"St. David, you and Jill probably went to college, didn't you ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent virtually of my adult life working in the eating house patronage,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two satisfy ? Did she amount into your eating place and it was love at first sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my flight simulator at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a dyad of odd looking from Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee Limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't take very long for Jill to get her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Saint Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the ribs for the joke.

Our trivial coaster buzzes telling us that our table is ready. We get up and steer back to the hostess stand. I hand her the hum thing and she takes the four of us to a nice mesa towards the back of the restaurant's primary floor.

Both Patrick and I hold out the hot seat for our dame who give each of us a civilised ‘ thank you ’.

As the air hostess hands us the carte's she tells us that the specials for the night are inside the menu. We thank her and she heads back to the hostess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine-colored. I edict up another trash for the lady, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the table. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushroom cloud, I tell our guests that it's one of the affair that I love about Texas longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order and pass off.

Jill sees some sort of Salmon River salad at the mesa future to us and decides to social club it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to order it as well. Of grade, St. Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not ordering steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our starter order, she offers to conduct our dinner ordination. She asks first if the bill will be separate or all together.

"Ma'am, the flier will be all together, and I will take it,"I tell her devising sure that Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

Patrick, being a gentleman, orders Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak steak with a baked potato fully loaded, a house salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked potato soup which she says they make a fantastic adaptation of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I order her salmon salad along with a cup of the bake spud soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with yard islands dressing and surplus tomatoes and no onion. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

"David, how did you go from being a trainee of Jill's to CEO of Jaxson, Inc. ? That must be one hell of a story,"Patrick says which has Heidi listening.

"Jill, would you like to tell the story, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the chronicle, you seem to revel in it,"she tells the table, smiling the completely time.

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second dark working together, one of the former driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime clients arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limo to go pick up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet arena of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have enough time to get to the office and swap railcar, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the back room access and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their usual chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the chastise vehicle for them and made the determination to give them the service for gratuitous. Jill asked if we needed to block at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the world, he's got a position for person like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that night and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and confab with them and I do all the work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smiling and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"Wait a minute, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the rest is history,"I tell them,

"St. David, you said you were dating someone else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the Lady that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our family relationship. We just broke it off. The very nighttime we broke it off, Jill was in an motorcar accident. She tried to prognosticate our Bos, who didn't answer. She tried to ring a stopping point protagonist, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at metropolis infirmary. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam room she was in. I ran through the hallways and fit into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and poor looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her head no through half the story.

"Hey, my story, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just smiles and pokes me again in the ribs.

"wellspring, they had her hopped up on pretty hard pain medicine, what was it again lamb, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

"That's when she declared her undying love for me and we've been together ever since,"I tell them. Again, I get the big eye ringlet from Jill which makes me laugh.

"And now I'm stuck with him like gum on a horseshoe,"Jill says to Patrick and Heidi.

Our intellectual nourishment arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in accusation of a multinational company such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill resolution first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a skilful head for routine. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to open her mention for selling one. She went on the test campaign with David and he made her a job offer. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to know her over and not gift her the full phase of the moon committal,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder joint from behind me. I turned to see young woman, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a couple of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days.

"hullo, do you remember me ?"She asks.

"Of class, I do Missy, how are you ?"I ask her.

"missy, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two Friend, Heidi and Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will have to explain.

"Jacques Louis David, I got a new cell phone. Let me give you my new phone routine, so when you have another party at your firm, you can remember to ask in me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would suffer to explain.

She writes her phone figure down on a node confirmation, kisses me on the cheek and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random char just come up to you and yield you their telephone set number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your party ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock virtuoso and we just live in his human race,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a specific facial expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and contract the reply down to celebrate Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a company we had several calendar week ago by a acquaintance of a friend thing. She had a great time. We had several single guy cable and I think she may have collected just about every I guy's speech sound number at the political party. She sent me a calling card a week or so later telling me it was one of the proficient party she had been to in a foresighted, long time,"I tell Heidi.

"The life of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the abandon denture off the table, I ask to see a dessert computer menu. Patrick's eyes light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no subject how full-of-the-moon Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramel apple stampede. Saint Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to split their coffee stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the afters order for Jill and I and Saint Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the funny question,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful smack on the shoulder from Jill.

"Geeze Jacques Louis David, that's kind of personal don't you think ?"Jill says to me.

"Um, no not really. It's just a question,"I say to her.

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex-husband. I dated a guy for a retentive time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven't been in tactile sensation since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a woman for a spell and now we aren't dating because I spend too a great deal time trying to take attention of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the table with our afters. I see Jill's eyes light up seeing the caramelized sugar apple dessert. As Jill and I get to share the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and set out chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the while being poked in the ribs by Jill.

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous married woman, licking the small contact of caramel off her lips.

After about 15 min or so, the waitress delivers me the baulk. I put my credit card on the top of the little Word, and she takes the whole matter. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being intimate. In my nous, I hit it out of the park on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the aurora with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"well, again we have district managers in the eatery group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to forge 45. I've reviewed all the potential promotes just in case I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you require to stay overnight, or will you return tomorrow dark ?"Jill asks.

"fountainhead, right now I'm expecting to do abode tomorrow Night. I'll textual matter you or have Dakota call you if matter change,"I say to Jill. She nods her headway in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, St. Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-aware that they have been having their own private lilliputian conversation.

"Um, we're sorry that we ignored you,"Heidi says a fiddling embarrassed.

"No worries hombre, that's what this was all about. For you two to suffer under relaxed circumstances and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of form, if you marry and have flock of baby, then I get all the course credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poking in the ribs. Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my comment about matrimony and babies.

We all four get up from the table and nous out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the stake door and we all get in. At this full point, the vino has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you blackguard like a prissy stumble down to the beach or along sunset Strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the best nighttime that I've had in quite a long time, I do cause body of work in the sunrise. So, unfortunately, I must call it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take Saint Patrick home first then we will overlook off Heidi. I see them take their phones out and commute phone phone number. Jill looks at me and grinning, my stupid plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo headland towards Saint Patrick's place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm rustle in my ear to let her take the air him to the figurehead door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his social movement door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your head out buss, but a courteous grownup end of the evening outset date kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walk to the limousine, where Fred has the door open waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a immediate smooch on the cheek as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, David, this has been a marvelous evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee or a dessert one nighttime this workweek,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my stupefied plan worked and two mass who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and Saint Patrick become salutary admirer or hell lovers, then David will throw a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the unhurt prison term she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently well-chosen my piffling program worked.

When we got to Heidi's star sign, Fred holds the door open for Heidi. I get another candy kiss on the cheek as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her forepart room access where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the number one wood's ass to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the essential push to open the gate, He stops the car by the front line door and net ball Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and promontory back towards the limo retort for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more 60 minutes of oeuvre. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and labor it over here and park it in the service department with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several people either in the kitchen or in the TV elbow room. They all ask Jill how the non-date engagement went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good compeer. She kisses me and state me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of course, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married couples do my dearie,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, buss her on the buttock and separate her that I figure we should will about 11 or so to head to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and differentiate her beneficial nighttime. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my rucksack out to take with me just in cause. I also put a twosome of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her clothes and climb into bed. I shed my own wearing apparel as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each early and kiss for a patch before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my eyes opened in the dawn, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bath for my dawn ritual and a shower.

Once I was through with the rain shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my phone off the charger, grabbed my notecase, and my Key.

I was variety of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the morning grouping are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as can only seems to be eating a sports stadium of cereal.

As each of the madam'head toward their vehicle, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a glass of pineapple juice and buss me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be certainly to take her cute raincoat and her shoe proof shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front threshold. She gets up and saunters over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to set about to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my nous, I figure since the flight time is a couple of hours, her and I will probably represent a bit in the jet.

As whoremaster finishes his grain, he gathers his own backpack and header towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to decelerate down as she wants to get a cup of chocolate to learn with her. He just laughs and says he'll waiting in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how very much whoremaster has matured over the past few month and I think that he needs a new project to shape on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID check project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towers that we bought back to unspoiled condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo companies running smoothly. Donna has the call center firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their stock conversion project. Danni is handling the front reception arena just ticket now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me just intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course of instruction, Dakota is being the skillful help possible. Amy is running the menage and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The erotica twin and the CG boys are doing a overnice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a ogre, trying to keep matter going in the porn industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the manufacture and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with whoremonger. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my question that he could be doing something more.

Watching the morning TV, I see that the shooting of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the news cycle.

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a text message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a fantastic evening and said that she and Patrick have a coffee particular date in a duo of nighttime. This made me grin. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a telephone battery charger to get hold of with me, just in typesetter's case. As I came out of my bedroom, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limousine to train you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to cull me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian restaurant,"she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until late tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was kind of bummed as the chefs were making beef stroganoff once again.

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the couch in the keep way to just remember about John and wait for the limousine. When I saw it extract up, I still had not figured out what to do with Saint John the Apostle. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedchamber towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the plunk for room access open up. I tossed our purse into the bole and got into the rear. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the nerve.

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the boldness and sat right on future to me. Since she was in her common place, side by side to me, I felt her handwriting on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her hand stroking me. In just here and now, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow down traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and Pisces the Fishes out my now hard peter. Her lips and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the barb and headland of my manhood. I gently put my manus on the cover of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many multiplication before. I just laid my head back on the seat as she bobbed her fountainhead up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her shorts aside to expose her moist pussycat. Inserting two finger's breadth into her, I could feel her mouth tighten around my rooster swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingerbreadth inside of her pussycat, I used my ovolo to rub little rope on her clit. This made her moan on my shaft. I thrust it as rich into her back talk as I could get. She swallowed my humanness as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her pharynx. She kept bobbing her head up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with reckless abandon, she began moaning more and more on my manhood. I felt her getting bed wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third base, then a quarter finger inside of her and drive in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first superlative,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy stir my hand and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delightful pussy spasm around my hand again. As her physical structure does this, I feel my own soundbox approaching its orgasmic tip,"GAWD tinker's dam DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU more THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man succus into her accepting mouth. I pull my hand from her puss and lick the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her pass into my breast as the limo donjon moving towards the airdrome. Soon, Fred puts the privateness partition down a dyad of inch to let us experience that we are only about two minute away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limousine up next to the jet and gets out, opening the trunk first. I take both purse and put four $ 100 notice into his shirt pouch, even though he tries to politely wane the tip. I thank him for his hard workplace and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the footstep into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two bags in the budget items compartment, and we settle down onto the couch.

The hatchway door finish and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute little short and Pisces my cock out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussycat going up and down on my manhood as we went down the runway was quite the vex feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch thrusting my shaft as oceanic abyss into her as I could get. I put her small ankle joint over my shoulder essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her puss splattering my cock and balls over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS make ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE oceanic abyss INSIDE OF ME. pick out ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to peak together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a distich of weeks, including my time with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pants back up. She snuggles into my pectus. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my torso. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

"Dakota, I'm at a red. I don't know what project to give John. He is doing well, but he seems to postulate something to do,"I tell her.

"Let him be me for a hebdomad,"she tells me.

"Huh ?"I say.

"whoremonger has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to foretell what you need. Let him care you. I will be available to him, via headphone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a totally week. This will have us a good read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect result. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my cock hardening once again.

"What will my darling Dakota do for the week off ?"I ask.

"Well, I'll probably be thinking of my Daddy the stallion workweek. Who knows, I may even point up at the war hawk just to hold advantage of my Daddy in his office, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each former passionately.

I feel her delicious little hands shedding my gasp once again. She sheds all her apparel this time and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting sass. I begin to drub and absorb her pussycat swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my severely cock.

As I'm trouncing and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and embark on licking and sucking on her whoreson. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her body. I sit up and deplumate her around to look away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my manhood into her anal cavum. She moans as we begin to hurl up and down on each former. Her body is splashing my genital organ with her womanly juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just groan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her minuscule lithe body onto my turncock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my genitals with her kitty juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a patch. The pilot comes onto the speaker and lets us have it off that we are just a few hour from landing. I hear the landing gear ignition lock into place. Dakota and I uncouple and set about to cleanse ourselves off with the towels that we have in the disk overhead storage locker towards the spine of the plane.

"You know that I love you, don't you ?"I ask Dakota.

"Of course, Daddy, and you know that I love you as well, right ?"she says to me.

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet consume a down slant as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the wheels touch the pavement of the rail.

"dad, maybe we can receive someone to play with for the ride menage,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good estimation, but I probably could throw dialed up miss to take the trip with us. But we'll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking blot, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of course, as the weather forecaster predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the crosshatch and extends the stairs down to the ground. I grab both of our bags and follow my darling Dakota down the steps to the limo. The device driver takes the bags puts them in the luggage compartment as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I script the driver the world-class district power that I want to jaw. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district authority.

It takes about half an hour to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the doorway to the territorial dominion authority. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rain attire on, plus she has her cunning non-slick rainfall iron heel on making her looking cute.

We walk to the front door of the district billet. I open the doorway and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she demand a posterior. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a news to me. When I get to the back of the room, I ask a courteous looking lady if there is anyone that I could verbalise to. She asks me what it would be about.

"Well, I just walked through the entire district office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, person, to speak to. She gets up and principal towards a couple of guy cable chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"hullo, may I serve you ?"the gentleman asks.

"Yes sir, I was wondering why you don't have somebody to prevent me from walking through this territory office. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

"And whom might you be to be asking these inquiry ?"He says to me.

"Well, here's my business organization visiting card,"I say as I'm handing him my card. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

"Ok, so your St. David Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the entirely visiting card,"I tell him.

He still looks at it and it doesn't registry with him.

"I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I'm in charge of the fellowship that owns this company,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, deplorable. We don't get many visitors here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the district managers that are here into one conference room please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head place at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would delight gather all the district managers in a conference room,"I tell him.

He decides to hollo it across the elbow room,"Everyone, all the district managers are to head into a conference way right now delight,"I hear whispers of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

When I see everyone in the conference room, I ask the Sami guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the conference room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a president in the corner with her supporter 's notebook out.

"Hello, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very companionship that owns this company. Does everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a positive head nod.

"Well, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the of import issues. We are a eating house radical. Which means that we work when our client are not working. DOE everyone understand that ?"I ask.

I get a lot of blank stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it's not going to be secure for them.

"How many hours a workweek do you each work ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the required 45 time of day a week ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had paysheet pull up your timecards and all of you come into body of work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hours per day times 5 days a week equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see astonied silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your muteness, that you don't disagree with my maths. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will follow into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for tiffin. You are not allowed to go away at 4:30 pm and call option that finale 60 minutes your lunch. I also, expect each of you to influence one Sat a month. In lieu of the Sat, you will get Tues off. Ladies and gentlemen, we will exploit for a life and we will be available to your general handler. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 60 minutes a week, then you might need to fade this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual decline in our overall carrying into action. Can anyone explain to me why all of our numbers have dropped ?"I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

"Because we haven't been doing our jobs that well,"a young man from down the table says to me.

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in recent. You've hit it on the head that we are a company that should be working when our customers are playing,"the youthful man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't lie with your name,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Bobby Jones. I've been a district manager for about 3 months,"he says to me.

"Mr. Bobby Jones, what are the numbers for your district ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his district or if he's just trying to shine me on.

"Well, my district sales are flat to lowest year, however, we have two eating house that are in a state of turmoil as they are short staffed with at to the lowest degree two key management multitude missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork area. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the oeuvre will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three calendar week ago. Also, we have two eating house, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job control panel sites. We need at least a XII line Cook and servers in those two restaurant,"he tells me. I'm really imprint with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is willing to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Inigo Jones'territorial dominion numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest check mark average is the in high spirits in the market. Your managing director have more tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a line Captain Cook and are now a district manager, being the general director of the year last-place yr. You are well liked by your coach and they tell me in the every quarter view that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump in where needed to avail the stave,"I say to him, in movement of the other dominion coach.

Once again, there is silence. I point to individual else and ask the Sami question,"What are your district's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. nothing especial. I have a couple of secure restaurants, and a couple of eating house that need some help, But we'll get better with clock time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's second gear from the bottom in virtually every class that we measure.

"Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you're not doing well. Your territorial dominion is irregular from the bottom in all the measurable matter that we look at,"I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing.

"Does anyone else have any information about their territory ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new plan. We the exception of Mr. Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day action plan. Either fix your territorial dominion or find a new job,"I say to the room.

Two sets of keys are tossed into the midriff of the table and two guys stand up and begin to walk out.

"man, thank you for making my job that much easier,"I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to toss their keys into the center of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guys that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to burst my ass only for you to toss me out the door in 90 twenty-four hours,"he says as he tosses his paint into the eye of the mesa and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keeps on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The way is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Daniel Jones excuses himself and walks out into the principal elbow room of the dominion federal agency. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face.

"Mr. Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Thomas Lanier Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

"noblewoman, there have been three openings in our district for three new hand hopefully hard-working district director. Are all three of you unforced to take on the job of being a district coach ?"I ask.

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ladies asks.

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three unforced to pack on the three districts that have just come opened ?"I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their mind yes.

"OK, well, here's the new regulation. Your work schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a week. However, one Sat a month, you will work that Saturday and look at Tues off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will work 45 minute a week, at a minimum. You should know your numbers at any prison term of the day or night. You should have your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a managing director tree in my back G, so it is up to you to observe your restaurants fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more matter, don't be afraid to rise in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are inadequate staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visits from clock time to prison term. I expect that your restaurants will be running well, no thing if I'm there visiting or not. direct tutelage of your stave and your customers and things will get better,"I tell them before I thank them for their meter and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b more people let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another slip of report. This one is an address for a territorial dominion situation outside of the city of Seattle, in a Town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The head trip from the first gear dominion office to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid rainwater boots.

When we get there, a nice untried lady, about college age stops me at the front door and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my stage business card. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a brace of rows back from her. She hands him my business carte du jour. He gets up and adjusts his garb before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says,"Mr. Greene, did I miss an e-mail telling us that you were going to be in townsfolk visiting ?"He asks.

"No, no proclamation. Is it possible to get all the territorial dominion director in a conference room ?"I ask.

The man nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to maneuver to a league room in the center of the back wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a posterior in the quoin of the room.

"Hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm Saint David Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would quit in to say hello and ask if things are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a Lester Willis Young noblewoman and ask her name and her numbers for her district.

"My epithet is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a district manager for just over a year, however, I've been working here for about 6 old age now. My district is doing OK. We are having great guest check averages. Our managers have been in home for at to the lowest degree one year or foresightful. We are fully staffed at the eating place, however, a match of the restaurants need some physical repair, such as booth seating area and flooring in a distich of place. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to cook it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the piazza. The staffs all work hard and only one of our building block is having an takings with roadwork in their area, causing return with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her dominion's numbers pool up and she is mightily on with all the information. I see that the finis health department inspection mentioned the split booth arse, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the district coach schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me felicitous. The only real change is to add the one Saturday a month and have them take the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am well-chosen with the results of this district. I thank them and go away the territorial dominion office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The intact time we are driving, the pelting continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the steps and opens the trunk for us.

I hand her three $ 100 flier for a tip. She tries to wane, and I put them in her hand and fold her hand closed. We take our pocketbook up the steps and into the plane. She starts the limousine and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the frame together. However, this clip, we keep our clothes on.

"Daddy, we didn't find anyone to take menage,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call young woman and have her come over to the house tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nose at me but pulls out her phone and dials up the number.

As we accelerate the jet, I feel the travesty and it seems to be a sharp angle.

The flight home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my bureau almost the entire trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our bags and walked down the stride. Fred took both of our bags and put them into the torso. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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