The Protege - S01 E20

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The Protege - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

"Shella, please don't make me go through the process of shifting our business to Net Jet. We use you because of your customer service and attention to detail. I spoke to Net Jet before I called and I can save $20,000 going with them on this trip alone. What do you think I could save on a package for all our business. Think about the volume of business we bring you and call me back with your best price, thank you." I hung up before she could respond.

I proceeded to the travel agent to get the hotel booked. As I hung up, I thought we were fortunate to have a room available with such short notice. I decided I had better look at upcoming trips and book hotels sooner so could be sure we did not run into issues of hotels being overbooked.

As I reviewed the calendar, I received a call from Shella. "Hello, Alecia Carmichael speaking."

"Hi Alecia, this is Sheila for Jet The World. I have some good news. We were able to shift some bookings and more efficiently fill the schedule for the G280 Exec. Based on your business level with us, we are able to offer the round trip for $89,500."

"Thank you Shella, much better." I said confidently. "I would like to meet with you soon to talk about a longer term exclusive agreement for all our business."

"That sounds great. Do you want to put something on the calendar?" She asked politely.

"I'll call you soon to set it up. Thanks again Sheila.

After hanging up, I sent a note to Cynthia with the initial and the final price. She responded with a quick note saying, "Great Job!".

And thus began my new career, with a week of early mornings and late evenings. I did not communicate with any family or friends, and as I boarded the Jet at Teterboro Friday, I realized no one knew where was going. Unsure what to pack, I had overpacked and had 2 large suitcases.

An attendant came out to greet me. "I can take your luggage," said the young man with a tight vest and long-sleeved shirt. He took them and loaded them into the luggage compartment.

The jet was incredible. It had about 10 seats as you would expect, similar to the standard commercial airline, with single file seats on either side with an isle down the middle. Behind them was a round meeting table with four chairs anchored to the floor, and a doorway that led to a rest room and bunk bed sleeping chambers with curtains and beds for four people.

She was already on board when I arrived at 6:50PM. She was seated at the table with her laptop open.

"Good evening, Ms. Carm... I suppose I can call you Alecia since we are not in the office and it's just the two of us, she said, smiling and closing the laptop.

The attendant came out from the back of the plane. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'll have what she's having." I pointed at the wine glass sitting next to Cynthia.

"Chardonnay coming right up," he stepped into the back again.

I will not overindulge this time, promise, I said, sitting at the table.

She smiled and held up her glass, "I'll drink to that. But seriously, thanks for arranging dinner on the flight. I plan to eat as soon as we are up and, then get a few hours' sleep. We should get in about 2:30 or 3:00. our time or 8:30 AM Paris Time, we can check in and get another 1-2 hours sleep before sightseeing. Then if we stay up late, it will help get us acclimated to Paris time."

"Sounds great, I can't believe we're going to Paris!" I said as my wine arrived. "Cheers, to new adventures!"

"The first of many, I hope. I was thinking we could start with the Louvre, and the tower, and then I know a great little place for dinner. True French home cooking. Duck confit to die for, Bouillabaisse, Steak Frites, It amazing." she said with anticipation.

I barely had the chance to sip my wine when it was time to taxi. No security, no waiting. We were off by 7:05 after downing my wine. We talked about the meeting for next week and within 20 minutes were sitting at the table for grilled Mahi Mahi and a vegetable dish that was amazing. It was topped of with a small strawberry tart for dessert and some after dinner cognac.

She asked me about my life and childhood, sounding truly interested. We shared stories of boyfriends, though mine were few and never really serious. She talked about her high school sweetheart and how it ended abruptly when they went to opposite coasts for college.

Her eye held perfect contact to mine. The week had been so busy 1 had not had much time to reflect on last weekend's events. She had never mentioned anything about Friday night, so I wrote it off as a drunken mistake that she either didn't recall or was too embarrassed to acknowledge. The overwhelming amount of information I had taken in this week managed to push those thoughts aside for the most part, but looking in her piercing blue eyes sent a tingle through my body that startled me. I took a deep breath and her perfume hit me, then the image of the pink diamond between her legs...

"I have to admit with all my success, I sometimes wonder if letting him get away was the biggest mistake of my life," she said, not breaking eye contact.

"His loss, I would say." I said and looked away.

I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her.

"You are right! He could have come with me. Time flies, we should try to get some rest,' she said, looking at her watch. 'Johnny can you get the bottom bunks ready and give us some privacy?"

My heart raced for a brief moment. Privacy. Could she be implying some secret intent... I pushed those thoughts aside. After a moment Johnny came up front.

"Beds are ready ladies, pleasant dreams." He walked past us and cleared the way to the back.

We closed the door behind us. Cynthia grabbed a small overnight bag and went toward the bathroom. "I didn't think to tell you to bring sleeping clothes. Yours are down below... Let me see. She reached in the bag and rummaged, before pulling out some gym shorts and a T-shirt. "You can borrow these if you like."

"Thank you that would be great,' I replied, thankfully.

"Here you go, you can have the restroom if you like. She handed me the clothes.

I put them on, folding my clothes as neatly as I could. I checked myself in the mirror before I exited the tiny bathroom.

She stood with her back to me in a lacey black string tank top with matching shorts. The strings formed an x on her upper back between her shoulder blades that were completely exposed above the top of the tank top. The material was slight translucent with the exception of the lower two inches that was a more decorative and wider mesh, revealing her tan skin.

The bottoms followed the same pattern, translucent enough to highlight the crack of her ass with the bottom two inches revealing the skin of her upper thigh through the frilly lace. I tried not to stare but I wanted so much to touch that ass while I planted kisses between her shoulder blades and moved up toward her neck.

When she turned, the top revealed her belly button through the lace. I wanted to kiss around it and feel her soft underbelly against my lips. My mouth was agape as I saw the skin of her thighs peeking through the bottom band of lace. What was happening to me? I wondered. A week ago, I never had these thoughts and now they haunt me.

I had to turn and look away or I would not be able to help myself. I climbed quickly into the bed. "I'm tired, what a great week it's been. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I am so grateful."

"Thank you for taking the position, your timing is impeccable," she replied.

I laid with my face to the wall of the plane so I would not stare. The shaped of her bare shoulders and exposed back flashed into my mental slideshow that focused so much on her. The silhouette of her ass crack through the lace, her beautiful neck, the magical diamond between her legs. The slideshow was on repeat.

The heat between my legs intensified. I felt the growing urge to masturbate for fear I would give in to my desires, throw caution to the wind, and climb slowly under the covers next to her, I even thought I could detect a hint of her perfurne in the T-shirt I was wearing. Losing the battle, I turned over and laid facing her. She was under the covers up to her neck laying on her back. The blanket gently rose and lowered with each breath. I pictured snuggling beside her with my left knee across her thighs and my cheek on her shoulder, my face nuzzled against her warm neck while breathing her perfume. I imagined I could feel her heartbeat and matched the rhythm of my breathing with hers.

I envisioned my hand caressing her skin, tracing the lace outline of her pajamas. She turned onto her side to face me with eyes closed. I could see the curve of her hip and imagined lying next to her face to face, caressing that hip as I kissed her slowly and softly at first, but increasing intensity as our tongues intertwined.