Contract

Olivia

I walked into the office building looking around to see if I would see anyone who might recognize me. I donned my sunglasses and large hat as I walked quickly to the reception desk.   The receptionist could be no more than 21 years old as she typed away talking to someone through the headset.  

“Hi, How can I help you?” Her cheery voice greeted me as she disconnected the phone call. 

“I have an appointment with Mr. Peabody.”

“Oh yes.” She grabbed a piece of paper with a barcode and stuck it in the printer. “Can you please stand in front of the camera? I need to take a picture for the pass.”  She asked. 

“Oh, sure.” I stepped over to the left two steps in front of the camera. 

“On 3, 2, 1” She said softly and I heard a small shutter sound. She printed out the badge and presented it to me in a plastic case with a lanyard. “Here you are. You can take the elevators straight across up to the 6th Floor.” She said pointing towards the elevators. 

“Thank you.” I took the badge and headed for the elevator bay. 

I pushed the call button and the doors opened immediately; I stepped in and pushed the 6th floor button. I started to regret listening to Sharon about making an appointment to open a contract with At Your Service Escort service. As the doors were closing, suddenly someone stuck their arm in between the doors, startling me. 

“Oh!” I frantically pushed the ‘Open Door’ button to stop the doors from closing.  As they stopped and opened, in walked a gorgeous, young man, nicely dressed in a dark blue suit, smelling great with a dazzling smile. 

“Thank you for holding the elevator.” He said making eye contact and smiling. It was at that moment my loins awakened and told me that I was going through with this interview if I liked it or not. My secret garden wanted someone like him to explore its deep caverns willingly and uninterrupted. 

“No worries, you’re welcome.” I nodded, smiled and turned away quickly. 

I felt him looking at me as he reached to push a floor button when he realized I had already selected it. He turned towards me and smiled the sexiest grin I had ever seen. He stood slightly behind me, leaning with his back against the back of the elevator. 

“Same floor.” He spoke with such confidence and swagger, I started second guessing getting out of the elevator. 

“Yes, It seems so.” I blushed as I could feel him still looking at me. 

The doors closed and we were off and up. 

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor. Black marble floors along with a dark interior made it seem as though I was walking into a social club. The vibe threw me totally off as I hesitated leaving the elevator.  I felt the young man step closely behind me. 

“It’s okay, we don’t bite.” He said softly in my ear. I could feel his breath against my ear as I slowly took a few steps outside the elevator.  I moved just enough for him to exit the elevator and for the doors to close directly behind me. “For what it’s worth, I hope to get a contract with your name and picture attached.” He said as he walked over to the desk. 

I hadn’t moved from in front of the elevators as the office was abuzz with everyone walking around  chatting. I managed to make my way over to the front desk to check in for my appointment. 

“Hello, how can I help you today?” The young woman asked as I approached. She looked at her watch and then at what I can only assume is the appointment book for today. “Are you Mrs. Freemont?” she asked. 

“Yes, yes I am.”  I admitted. The young man was now seated in front of the desk looking through a file. 

“Great. Have a seat and I’ll inform Mr. Peabody, you’ve arrived.” She said  smiling, without missing a beat. 

I turned and took a seat at the small sitting area across from the young man as he was going over documents that were spread out over the table. I removed my sunglasses and hat, raking my fingers through my hair as I waited to meet Mr. Peabody. I looked over and my eyes locked with the young man’s, who was now smiling while he collected the documents, placing them back in the file folder. 

“Beautiful.” He said softly while still gazing at me. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a beautiful woman.” He repeated a bit louder for me to hear without drawing attention. 

I looked at him and thought, ‘I’m old enough to be your Mother!’

But then I heard Sharon’s voice in my head saying, ‘But you’re not. He’s a grown man.’

“Thank you. You’re handsome yourself.” I smiled. “Very easy on the eyes.”

He blushed and walked over to me. “Jacob Bradley.” He said, extending his hand. 

“Olivia Freemont.” I took his hand; he leaned down, still gazing in my eyes and kissed the back of my hand, spewing such confidence which made me so flushed, I immediately had to look away. 

They knew exactly which guys to hire here. I could only imagine who I would be matched with. 

As I looked at Jacob, I wondered if I would be lucky enough to be matched with him.  Just as I was about to ask why Jacob joined the company, a tall, handsome Black man, dressed in a black Kenneth Cole suit entered the lobby from a hallway alongside the desk. 

“Mrs. Freemont?”  He said looking at me, holding a file folder the same color as the one Jacob had in his hands. 

“Yes?” I was mesmerized by the men who were employed with this company. They looked as if they were the best of the best. 

“I’m Mr. Peabody, Nice to meet you.” He said, holding out his hand. I stood and shook his hand slowly. 

“Nice to meet you as well.” I said. I looked at him and smiled; So this was the owner. He was beautiful with dark chocolate satin skin. 

“Shall we talk in my office?” I nodded and followed him back down the hallway from which he came. 

I followed him into his office; it was immaculate! The view was amazing overlooking Michigan Avenue.  “You have a spectacular view!” I said walking over to the windows. 

“Yes, it is. I find myself looking out across the lake many times.” He chuckled.  I smiled and sat in the chair in front of his desk as he sat in his chair behind it.  “So Mrs. Freemont, how can I help you today?”

“Well,” I started not sure of how to ask for what exactly I wanted. I smiled and started to become embarrassed a bit about requesting an escort. “Well,” I said again, never going further. Mr. Peabody was very attentive and took control of the situation.

“Mrs. Freemont,” He interrupted. “Everything we discuss will be confidential. We don’t need to know why you want the contract.” He stated. I sat quiet in the chair in front of him, nervously twiddling my thumbs. 

“My friend suggested I open a contract.” I blurted. He smiled and I just closed my eyes and shook my head. 

“Don’t worry Mrs. Freemont, Ms. Hamilton called ahead and informed me that you may not be aware of what you were looking for.”

“She did?!” I exclaimed. “I bet she did. She’s used your service before.”

“Yes, she has. However, she has informed me that your husband has been unfaithful for quite some time and that you need someone to help you remember the beautiful woman you are as well as fulfill all of your sexual desires. Does that sound accurate?”  He asked. 

Sharon knew exactly how I felt and how I wouldn’t go through the entire thing had she not called ahead of time.  I smiled as Sharon knew what I had to do and she knew exactly what I wanted.

“Yes, that does sound accurate.” I admitted.

“Great.” He said shuffling a few documents within the file folder, adding ‘sign here’ stickers to random pages.  “Mrs. Freemont, I will need your signature on the pages with the stickers.” He said handing me the documents. 

“What is this?” I said scanning a few pages, all of it looked like legal jargon to me. 

“This is our standard contract that states you will become a member of our elite escort service.”

“Oh.” 

Mr. Peabody began to explain each document that needed my signature. He was patient with me and answered all of my questions on the details within the contract. Soon after signing,  of what seemed to be my life away, I was able to either choose a particular escort or have someone randomly selected for me. 

I chose the latter option. I wanted to see who would choose me. 

I was hoping for Jacob.

Peabody

It never ceases to amaze me about the type of clientele my company brings. We have women who of course, are so powerful men are intimidated therefore they don’t even bother, leaving them having to use our services. We also have women who are married or in a committed relationship and their significant other either hates them or they have someone completely different on the side. Whatever the reason, it was a sad indication that some men are not making sure their woman is significantly and fully satisfied. 

At the end of my day, which seems so different from a few years ago, I enjoy relaxing and paying full attention to the one I cherish the most. Vanessa is the being I crave for with my entire soul. She is the air that I breathe and I live for her because she saved me when I was at my lowest and saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself.  It is because of her that I have become the man I am today. 

Walking into the mansion and seeing her waiting for me to please her in whatever area she needs, will always be something I strive to do on a daily basis.  She was the only person who accepted me for who I was and invested her knowledge of business into me, making me the product of her expertise. Vanessa was the one who encouraged me to start this business as she saw it as a service that was needed. 

“Bryan? Is that you?”  I heard her call my name as I entered the kitchen from the garage. 

“Yes, it’s me. How was your day?” I asked as I walked around the island only to come face to face with Vanessa as she entered the kitchen smiling.   I embraced her, inhaling her scent as she wrapped her arms around my waist. 

I leaned down to meet her lips. She was pouting up towards me as I pressed mine against hers. I loved her so much as embodied the woman that I never thought I would ever have in my life. My mother wasn’t the greatest role model leaving me without the guidance I needed as a young black man. Vanessa supported and nurtured me to the point I believed in myself that I could accomplish exactly what she saw in me. 

“It was a good day, but I missed you.” Vanessa smiled as I slowly released her to see her dressed in a nice, comfortable romper with her hair pulled up into a messy bud. It was nice to see her away from the office in her relaxed state. 

“I missed you too.” I smiled and kissed her on her forehead. 

“How was your day?”

“It was interesting, honestly.” We walked to the living room just a few steps away from the kitchen and sat down together on the couch.  

“How so?”

“An idea came to me after reading the profile of one of my new clients.” 

“Oooo, this sounds interesting.” She swung her legs across my lap as she laid back against the arm of the couch. 

‘I was thinking about how a good portion of my clients are either intimidating or they are in a relationship that isn’t great.”

“This is true.” Vanessa looked at me smiling as she picked up a fruit bowl she was eating from previously. “What are you thinking about?”

“Well I was thinking about a dating service that offers counseling for both individuals so they can start a healthy, long-lasting relationship.”  I pitched to her. She looked at me and I could see the gears turning in her head. 

“That’s a good idea Bryan!” She said excitedly. “Would you teach a class?”

“Me? Teach a class?” I looked at her as I massaged her feet.

“Yes, you could be a great teacher, guide men on how to love and appreciate the right woman.”  She explained.  I smiled because she knew I appreciated and valued her with all of my heart. 

“I’ll think about it. I don’t know if I want everyone to know my secrets.” I joked.

“Well, you don’t have to show them everything.” Vanessa scooted closer to me, tracing her finger down the front of my shirt. “Some things are just for me to know.” I smiled while she started to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt. 

“Mmmm, well there is something I would like to show you.” I looked at her, flashing an impish grin. 

“Oooooooo, I like that way that sounds.” She whispered. Instantly my manhood hardened. 

It was time. I quickly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I needed to show her what I had just for her.