Lost and Found

Vanessa

Today was a normal yet stressful day for me. Today I would meet my ladies who will join my company. I have to make sure all of the contracts are signed and that their accommodations have been set.

“Mr. Peabody,” I called from my walk-in closet. I looked at myself in the mirror to see how my outfit looked on my body.

I must admit, I’m sure my father is rolling over in his grave just disgusted that I made it as a woman. I may have made it as a woman, but because of him, I can’t value the love a man has for a woman because he never gave it to me or my mother.

I am a product of my father, I know exactly how he was. He fucked anything and everything that had tits, legs and a pussy. I remember when I caught him fucking the maid in the kitchen. He had his hand over her mouth as she was holding onto the counters. He was hitting it from the back and I thought -this is my father.

Then I looked at the girl that had no choice because she had a job and needed it. She knew the consequences of working for my family. My brothers were just like him. Word got around town quickly about my household. I knew why he didn’t want me to go into the‘family business’, because he didn’t see value in women. He saw them as property to be used as he pleased.

As I looked for my shoes, Mr. Peabody appeared quietly. He looked so handsome to me. Dark skin that was smooth over his entire body. His beard was neatly trimmed and his hair was cut just right to fit the shape of his head. I love that he keeps himself in tip top shape as I do. He has been a good companion for me. I’m truly grateful for him.

“Yes Ms. McBride,” he stood with his arms folded behind him, holding a tablet for any of my unexpected requests.

“Where are my shoes that go so well with this outfit?” I said strolling along the wall checking out the shoe compartments, carefully looking again.

“I believe those are returning today. The strap broke, I sent them in,” I stopped looking and turned to him. I smiled and walked over to him .

He inhaled as I stood in front of him. Mr. Peabody. He has been so good to me, in so many ways. I touched his face and he inhaled my scent, turning his head to my hand and leaving a kiss on my palm.

“You know exactly what I need,” I said slowly, caressing his face.

“That is my duty,” he said, glancing directly at me.

“You’re too good to me,”

“No Ma’am, not enough,” he quipped, stepping forward. He was close to me. I could smell his cologne. It’s the one I bought for his birthday.

It makes me want him. Now.

I lean in and kiss his lips softly and he pulled me to him. My tongue searched his mouth and danced with his. Our breathing mixed and we inhaled each other’s breaths. I felt his hand grope my ass as I kissed him deeply.

I suddenly stopped. I look at him and he understood. He straightened up and regained control. We had a job to do yet he caters to me at any and all times.

With whatever I need.

“Would you like for me to find another pair for you or would you like another outfit altogether?” he asked as he stepped back and folded his arms in front.

“Another pair is fine. I’ll find them. I’m sure you have other things you have to take care of,”

“You come first,” he said and made my heart melt.

“I know. But how are you? Are you good?” I asked. I wanted to know about him. He was human and he had his own goals and dreams.

“I’m good, thanks for asking,” he smiled. He blushed. I loved his smile. I know it made him feel good when I asked about him.

He knew I cared for him dearly. He cared for me too.

“Ok, so is everything set for today?” I asked as I looked again for a good pair of comfortable shoes to match my outfit.

“Yes Ma’am, we are set to bring on 5 girls,” he said looking at his tablet. “Oh and we are supposed to get a direct referral from Shayla. Her friend is Penelope Matthews.”

I instantly froze. I believed that was the name I was waiting to hear for such a long time, I was not sure if I would ever hear it.

“Uh, repeat that last name for me please?” I said bending down and grabbing a pair of Gucci straps from the lower level shelf.

“Uh, that was Penelope Matthews. Shayla was the one who referred her to you, Wait, is that?” He realized it too. I had him on lookout for that name.

“I believe we have found her,” I said smiling as I fastened my shoes and walked over to the mirror. Perfect pairing.

“Wow,” he said, walking over and standing behind me. “Do you think you really found her though?”

“I hope so,” I really did. I had been looking for her for a while. I wasn’t sure if I would find her in this way, but I had hoped indirectly so to speak.

“Well, I really want to see how this plays out,” he said, smiling and shaking his head. He had his thoughts about the subject, but I have the final say. I am the boss.

“Well you will. Go ahead and take care seeing that all of the documents are ready for signature and confirm all of the accommodations,” I said as I started waving him off. He took the hint and started backing away.

“Oh and don’t forget to set up the classes after the meetings,” I yelled as he walked out the room.

My ladies will have a lot to do when they come into this company. I want nothing but the best. That’s why we have very strict guidelines in order to work for me. I worked hard for my shit and I will take down anyone who tries me. No questions asked. When the line is crossed, all bets are off and I come for blood.

I know the name they give me on the streets. I know what people say about me. I don’t care. I run a business that is strategically stable. My ladies are paid well in doing what they do and every one is extremely satisfied. I learned from watching my father and how he treated the women who worked for my family.

I would think it was a shame that the girls my father fucked had to do double duty, sometimes triple duty when my brothers were involved and didn’t get paid extra. It was crazy. My mother didn’t care because she had her own thing going on with the neighbor and his wife. My household was ridiculous.

All I knew was sex, sex and more sex. No love. That didn’t exist in my house or my family.

So I grew a detachment to the word ‘love’ having never known the true meaning. I knowSEXand what that entails. I know the passion it can bring between two people for a moment. I know it can intimately connect people to a point of unimaginable pleasure that you feel throughout your entire being.

I figured if the women who are subjected to the life of sex to survive then why not get paid well for it and do it professionally? In the adult entertainment industry, women getpaidto fuck more than the men. Therefore bring that same concept into a business that invests back into itself because the world is full of men and women who like to fuck, so why not get paid to be laid.

I also know about companionship. Sometimes a person needs someone around for communication. I get that. I am not in a relationship with anyone. I have had intimate moments with people but nothing to the point I want them in my house. Mr. Peabody is the only one I trust. He has been with me for a long time.

To be honest, I think Mr. Peabody is the reason I haven’t found anyone. I enjoy what we do. I enjoy our connection. Mr. Peabody joined my company about 5 years ago around the age of 25. He was at that age that was rough around the edges and he just needed them to be smoothed out. So I did. We fucked for hours the first night he was hired.

He knew how to handle himself, mentally and physically. I loved his quiet thug type look. He looked like he could fuck a person up real quick with a one-two punch. It would be over before it started. Yet he was just a gentle giant with a very serious glare.

I loved the way his dark chocolate skin glowed from the light of the fire as we fucked in front of the fireplace on the living room floor. I remember wrapping my legs around his waist as he rocked his hips along with mine. His body was tatted everywhere and I had a sick, twisted obsession with tattoos on a man that made me want to just -lick them.

After we finished, he asked if he had the job. We laughed because of the type of job it was. I told him sex was an added perk to the position. He was just so easy to talk to like I had never had before. And for him to be so young, it was like how some black people say -‘he had been here before’. He was wise beyond his years and he handled himself well. I would still have my occasional clients, whom he was extremely aware of and yet he carried himself well - he showed no jealousy at all.

I offered him to choose one of the girls, if he wanted to lay with someone else. He does, occasionally but only if the girl makes the advances first. He never chooses anyone but me, and that is his own decision. What normally happens is, directly after his hook up with one of the girls he comes back to me,showered and ready to fuck.

I’m always ready and waiting because I know us.

Brian is his first name. Mr. Brian Peabody. He is special to me. I didn’t expect him to be so on point as he is as most guys aren’t. But he is some kind of breed of man that just -gets it.

As I arrived at the office, Mr. Peabody had all of the ladies ready for me to meet. I walked into my office and looked out across Lake Michigan and Millennium Park.

“Ms. McBride,” Mr. Peabody called.

“Yes?” I turned around and took a seat. “I’m ready, send in the first one,” I stated. Mr. Peabody nodded and we began the process.

Each meeting took at least one and a half hours for each one with me completing the process and providing them with their accommodations and classes they would need to attended.

I wanted Penelope Matthews to be the last one as I needed to gather additional information from her. Mr. Peabody returned as the last candidate exited.

“She’s ready,” he said standing at the door.

“How is she?” I wondered if I could get just a hint of her personality.

“She’s fine. She’s been communicating with all of the other girls while they were waiting to be called in the meeting room,”

“Interesting,” I said looking at her file.

“She got a bit worried when she realized that the girls weren’t coming back to the room,” he went on to say.

“Oh, why?” I looked up worried a bit.

“She thought they were let go. I informed them they weren’t, they were just gone for the day as the onboard process was completed and were no longer needed,” he stated. I knew I could always count on him.

“Good, good. Thank you,” I said as I adjusted in my chair and nodded. “You can send her in,”

Mr. Peabody nodded and walked over to the door. He exited and shortly after and in walks this cute and adorable young woman with red hair and freckles.

“Hello Ms. Penelope Matthews,” I said standing, motioning her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

She stops and hesitates a bit. She looked around taking in the view and then her eyes landed on me.

“Wow,” she blurted out nervously. “I’m sorry,”

“Penelope?” I call her name. She straightened up and focused. “Please come sit,” I motioned again to the chairs. She slowly walks over to the chair in front and sits carefully. I smile and take a seat to begin the process.

“Penelope Ann Matthews,” I stated her full name.

“Oh, you can call me Poppie,” she smiled nervously and adjusted her outfit.

“Thank you, but to be professional I and everyone else will address you as Penelope,” I said and her smile faded to a business-like smile. “During business hours of course,” I smiled at her and her face brightened.

She was as beautiful as I thought she would be.

I’ve finally found her.