The Kinky Roadtrip – P1

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Dora, my secretary, dropped the FedEx letter on my table nonchalantly. “Taking a trip,” she asked?

“Hmmmm?” i replied, my head buried deep in economic projections and my interest riveted in resolving that stubborn round calculation that had eluded me for the past 15 minutes.

“This is another one from that ‘Excursion’ location. What is that, a tour agency? I just wondered while you had been going. I had deliberate on taking a while off, too, you know, and we usually seem to plot the equal weeks. And YOU usually appear to get them.” i hated her petulant pout whilst rank got the first-rate of her.

My heart iced over as she said the word “excursion.” For me, within the existence i had chosen with a decidedly sadistic and innovative Master, the word had a completely extraordinary which means from the Club Med cruises that Dora referred to as fun.

“I don’t assume it is going to be a problem, Dora. Hey i’m seeking to suppose here.. Will you snag my calls and shut the door on your way out?” i struggled no longer to examine the blue and white envelope sitting there within the center of my cluttered table, knowing that i’d be hard pressed to hide my trembling and arousal.

“Sure. Wherever you’re going, bring back pictures. I’m on my break. Be again at 10:30.” Pictures? Not bloody likely! Dora pulled the door in the back of her, sneering ever-so-slightly as she continually did at the V.P. at the back of the name on my door plate.

I snatched the envelope up and studied the return address. It turned into the code he’d worked out while i first became His: the return cope with at the mailing label instructed where i was to satisfy him, and the suite range become the time. “101 Maple, Suite 1800.” A tawdry vicinity of downtown, this nighttime at 6:00 p.M. I groaned inwardly as i realized what number of hours i would have for the anticipation and torment to build.

I chuckled when i realized that during his inimitable manner, he even communicated that he knew simply how i was feeling. In the “billing reference,” he’d delivered the initials “W.E.T.”

i shook the envelop, completely looking forward to it to be empty as it had been in the beyond. Wrong again. The man never failed to surprise me. I spread out the note that he’d included:

"There's a package inside the back of the minivan. Do now not open the package
until you get to the rendezvous point. I'm positive you'll realize what to do then."

i faked my manner via more than one meetings, made the few telephone calls that my thoughts may want to handle, decided to postpone running on Doraa’s performance review, had my nails done at lunch to kill time, and agonized because the fingers crawled across the face of my watch.