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it odd he should be
back at this beautiful mansion so soon if at all, he stepped out
and stood by the door. He eyed the mansion again with all of its
décor. Yep, it takes money to have that much marble and glass.
    He was early for the 6pm appointment, but it
was planned. If you aren't early, you're late, was the chauffeur’s
creed. He stayed still with his hands folded in front of him,
waiting on his client.
    He didn't have to wait long as Cathleen
Spencer stepped out. Wearing a blouse that cleaved to her belly and
a tight mini rapped around her, she looked the image of a model.
She appeared older than James had thought, perhaps twenty three.
James greeted her as she neared. Opening the back door for her, she
stopped.
    "I'm riding up front." she said, and James
bowed and stepped up to open the front passenger door.
    After she climbed in, James looked back
towards the mansion, "Will there be anyone else?" thinking she was
up front so others could fill the back.
    "No, just me." she replied.
    James closed the door with a shrug and
walked around the back, checking doors and trunk to ensure their
closing, and then to the driver's side door. Clients in the front
seat make it an uncomfortable ride for the driver. Taking a moment
to sigh, he opened the door and climbed in.
    "What the hell did you do to Lisa?!"
Cathleen snipped, causing James to jump in his seat. He shut the
door and gave it a moment’s thought.
    Honesty had always been his best policy, but
how he submitted it might be crucial here. "I did as I was
instructed." he replied, plain, simple and true.
    "Oh? Did she ask you to bruise her ass
cheeks? Leave fingerprints on her hips? How about that limp you
gave her? Perhaps she likes carpet burns!" she rambled on.
    "I never meant to harm her.” he interrupted,
“It wasn't my intent." James defended. Just realizing the damage
he’d caused, it shot a bolt of fear in him. He never wanted to
injure anyone, especially a woman.
    "My God man, you fucked the shit out of
her!" she exclaimed. "She hasn't walked right in two days!"
    He wasn't used to high profile clients using
such vulgar language and it took him back somewhat. "With all due
respect madam, I questioned her twice before submitting to her
will." he explained, trying not to raise his voice.
    "Well, I guess I got my money's worth then!"
she cackled, letting out a sigh.
    James raised his eye brows at that, not sure
if she was serious or joking. She might even be half out of her
mind for all he knew. Deciding that he couldn't decide what was
wrong with her, he changed the subject. "Where would you like to go
this evening?" he asked, hoping it wouldn't take him till six
o'clock in the morning to get home like last time.
    "Oh that reminds me” she confessed, “I need
a date." and then blinked her devious eyes at him.
    "And where is this date located?" James
asked; a little perturbed with the lack of information. Everyone
must think he had a crystal ball or something.
    "Right beside me, I need you to be my
escort." she chirped, as if he had no say in the matter.
    James knew nothing about being an escort. He
wasn't sure the company he worked for would allow him to play such
a role anyway. "Madam, I couldn't do you justice. There are others
better qualified to escort you." he reasoned, not knowing her
plans, he suspected something didn't seem right with her
demand.
    "You'll do fine, we just need to get you
different clothes." she contested, as if it were no big effort.
    "Whomever you intend to impress will not me
dazzled by me, I can assure you." James argued. She was way out of
his league. Spoiled in social status and money, Cathleen might as
well be socializing with the homeless, as much class as James
thought he could offer.
    "You speak well; you look good; I need no
other to do any better." Cathleen replied. This young man would do
her bidding and she could easily ensure it. "Besides, I am paying
for your services well. Follow your instructions and we won't have
an