The Protege - S01 E46

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The Protege - S01 E46

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

I showered and decided room service for dinner. I sent my apologies to Maurice and Russel and told them I would see them for breakfast bright and early. I had dinner and video chatted with Stacey. She was at my apartment. She wanted to spend Monday prepping for her interview and needed a place she could focus.

"I packed three different skirt suits to choose from but forgot pajamas. I hope you don't mind I borrowed some of yours. She said standing up and twirling in a cotton night shirt with Gordon Gecko from the movie Wall Street on the front.

"Not my Gordon Gecko! If anything happens to that..."

'Relax, Lecia. I'll take good care of him." She said rubbing his head and her tits at the same time.

She had her hair in a ponytail and no lipstick, highlighting her round face and clear pale skin. Honestly, her fuller curvier figure filled out the night shirt better than I did.

"What the hell Stacey, it's only 6:00 PM and there and you are ready for bed!" I said realizing it was midnight for me and I had a full day tomorrow.

"Well you know I have no life. She said smiling. "But seriously, I gotta say am enjoying my own space. Even though it's your own space, it gets a little old living with Mom and Dad. I hope you don't mind me using the place for a couple days. I'm gonna hallmark channel in my jammies and spend the day tomorrow prepping for Tuesday. Interviewing at Yankee Fucking Stadium!"

"You can use it any time Stacey. In fact, if you get the job, I have an extra bedroom..."

"Are you serious?" She smiled and her face lit up!

'Something to consider. Roommates again!"

'Absolutely! I'd love it. I didn't think you would want a roomie anymore. But, let's not jinx it. I haven't even interviewed yet."

"You're right. One thing at a time. You got this Stacey. I know it. I like your plan. Clear your head tonight, lock in tomorrow and knock em dead on Tuesday. Who are the Yankees playing today. I asked

clueless.

They played the Indians this afternoon and won 2-1. They finish off the series tomorrow night, before Boston comes to town Tuesday. I'll be watching from the team box, I'm sure. She responded excitedly. "Any idea when you'll be back in town? miss you Lecia."

"I'm hoping a couple weeks. I finish the Europe swing tomorrow and head to Asia Tuesday. Then we'll be 12 hours apart basically for a week and a half, then i should get a week at home." It seemed like a long way off.

"Will you get to see Cynthia?"

It's not looking good. She is scheduled to be, you guessed it, In Europe that week." I said disappointed.

"That's gotta be tough... And lonely... And frustrating." She said.

Totally without thought I blurted. "Tell me about it I just rubbed myself off twice in the shower!" My face reddened as my words bounced inside my brain. "TMII Shit, I can't believe I just said that out loud!"

"What a horny little slut you've turned into!" She said half smiling. half traumatized by the subject matter.

My heart raced as an awkward silence ensued. The look on my face was one of terror. What are the odds she would use that phrase? Did Cynthia somehow tell her that? My head was spinning. and I was speechless.

"I was kidding Lecia! I had to take care of business many times with Steve being at Penn State and me at IU. A girl has needs too." She replied trying to reestablish the conversation.

"I thought I heard your bed squeaking a few nights," I replied trying to put some levity to the subject but not really hitting the mark. "A subject for another day. I have a big day tomorrow and need to get to sleep.

"That's right. I lose all track of time talking to you. Love you Lecia. Talk to you soon."

"Love you too," I said smiling.

I thought I detected a hint of sadness in her face before we disconnected. I lay there thinking about the video call, and how sexy she looked in my nightie. And how monumentally bad of an idea it would be think about Stacey in that way. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep and break that cycle of thoughts.

Tuesday at noon NY time, midnight in Shanghal, I called Stacey and not surprisingly, she did not answer. "I just wanted to try you before going to sleep. I'm glad you're busy. That's a good sign, I'm sure."

At 6:00AM I got a video call. She was in a bathroom stall, it turned out, Inside Yankee stadium.

"I got the job!" she said grinning ear to ear.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a grey suit jacket and white blouse with black pearls and a subdued lipstick color. Her bright blue eyes smiled with excitement.

We could not talk long, but she let me know it was a role in fan relations starting at $125K with a company car. She too would travel as needed for promotional activities and would be spending a lot of time with their spring training promotions initially which meant travel to Tampa as well as the minor league affiliates, Scranton, Charleston, Trenton, Staten Island and Tampa. She would start next Monday but did get to sneak into the team box for the game that night. That was all I got, and she had to go.

We texted back and forth and arranged for her to move in during my week in New York after the China trip. Given my new pay scale, we could easily afford an upgrade and arranged for moving up to a higher floor and a four-bedroom three bath for only $5000 more a month. It would be available in five months, so I put the first year up front to secure it.

I got back into town on a Friday night and Stacey and I planned the weekend together. We would get her moved on Saturday, have fun and forget about work. She would stay at the apartment Friday and the movers would handle everything on Saturday.

Cynthia had left for Europe two days earlier and would not be back until I left for Australia, the last leg of the LVMH world tour. So much for our "relationship" exploration endeavor. Phone sex twice a week and a daily call where we could get a few moments. She seened to take it in stride but, if I did not get to return the favor in person soon, I would surely be a lifetime member of the masturbator's hall of fame.

I even rubbed it out on the flight to Hong Kong after I recalled my masturbation session on the flight with Cynthia. When she told me, she had been listening outside the door, it made it that much more exciting. So, in an attempt to recreate the magic mile high club moment, I did it on this flight. Hopefully Maurice and Russel weren't listening.