A simple meeting over coffee. (closed)

[CoSurvivor]

Coleman James Williams, better known as C.J. to his close friends was born to parents Derek and Karen Williams on June 12th 1975, Born into the Williams family fortune Coleman was a bit spoiled in his youth, but as he grew up, he was forced to acknowledge his parents wouldn't allow him to simply receive his inheritance. He'd have to earn it.

He applied himself from an early age. He studied hard, made it to MIT and created an upstart tech company that developed software and guidance systems which we all now use in our smart phones and which the US military uses. The application software was patented, and while the US government has attempted to buy him out a number of times he's been able to fight off each one of their attempts. As he grew older, he continued to hold a with a controlling interest in the company, but his real passion remained elsewhere.
His interests turned to racing. Fast cars, fast motorcycles and he built a racing team with a few gear heads who he'd met while driving semi pro at an early age. That pet project spawned into RGW racing. A billion dollar company which now runs two NASCAR teams, one grand prix team on the European circuit and sponsors two up and coming riders on the moto racing circut as well. He's made millions for investors, billions for his two partners, himself and while his closest friends have gotten grounded by family and children, C.J. has remained a bachelor. The fans, movie stars, reality stars and rich socialites were great for a period of time but eventually the sparkle of the whole scene in LA wore off. C.J. felt just as empty as the conversations he held with most of the people who he'd met. The fans were great but most just wanted a piece of him, his public persona was that of a maverick, he'd blazed his own trail and had the benefits, but it was all becoming hollow. The plastic girls with their botox faces, Gucci bags and spray tans just created a world that he no longer wanted to live in anymore. Money and success could buy a lot of things, but as that old saying goes, it can't buy happiness.

So to escape, he dug back into the racing team and decided a long vacation was in order. One to some European nation he hadn't visited yet. Whichever nation he chose, the places, and the people would be different, he could become part of the crowd, and not worry about some jerk in the paparazzi shoving a camera in his face. He’d made reservations at two locations before he headed out, figuring if he hated one location he’d have a backup to visit.

From the photos, the villa he chose looked nice, It had been built maybe 200 years ago, 2 floors a spacious modernized kitchen but the furnishings were classic, as if they'd aged well right along with the home they were in. He figured with the time he had, he'd explore the house and maybe explore a little. but that's if he chose the place. One other feature he liked was that had a bit of property privately walled off by ancient brick and mortar walls that were probably built about the same time that the house was. The rooms were spacious, along with a great master suite with an over sized bathroom. it felt like a place he could call home, at least while he was there on vacation. With it’s distance to the center of the city he was staying in he could easily stumble home, or catch a taxi. The one thing he did worry about was the native language, he didn't speak it. C.J could speak German, French, Spanish and a rough patch of Russian, but the native language was just out of his spectrum.

The penthouse rooms at the top of one of the more upscale hotels was a bit more.. indulgent. He admitted he didn’t need half a floor, but he figured, if he was on vacation, why not enjoy it, and the rate the quoted him was reasonable. He'd stay in style at either location. So, with two bags packed, C.J. hoped aboard his corporate plane and headed off for a nice long vacation.

On the flight over his phone went off at least 5 times, all but one were corporate related, That one call was from his business partner Eddie Rogers, the “R” in RGW racing, who of course ribbed him for heading off to parts unknown.

“You gonna find yourself some pretty mail order bride C.J.? I bet you’ve got a couple dates already planned.” Eddie joked

“Ha! You fucker. No this isn’t a trip to pick up tail. This is a trip for me to relax, check out the sights and get some distance from the crazy people in LA.”

“Right…check out the sights… whatever C.J. Just know I’ve got ya covered, we’ll see you when you get back. You are coming back right?” A catch of concern was in Eddie’s voice as he finished his last sentence. He’d known C.J. long enough to see that the drag of the west coast was draining the life out of him. Eddied was hoping this trip would recharge him, or give him that space he needed to clear his head and return to the racing team.

CJ leaned back in his seat rubbed his forehead in mock frustration, chuckled and replied “I’ll be back in a few weeks, sheesh, you worry about me more than my own mother. Get back to chasing that little girl of yours around and I’ll call you when I’m headed home”

“Alright, just remember, no mail order brides…” Eddie scolded him.

“Bye Eddie..” C.J. quickly responded and ended the call.

The rest of his flight was uneventful, and after the airport gave permission for the plane to land C.J. gave instructions for the pilot to head home once he'd gotten off the plane. He’d give corporate a call when he needed a lift home.

The plane finally came to a stop, and with the stairway opened, fresh crisp air rushed into the cabin to greet him. Stepping on to the tarmac C.J. took in the clean air, on this part of the planet the familiar taint of smog didn't gum up his lungs or set off any allergies, It was a cool crisp night, probably 40 degrees, or that's what his phone said the temperature was. C.J. stood an easy 5'11” 195 lbs with broad shoulders, green eyes and dark black hair. At 39 he was starting to gray, a peppering of it was through his hair already. Some gray had touched into the neatly trimmed beard he kept to frame his angular face, it presented a far more mature appearance than he would have without it. Often his smooth shaven baby face looks had gotten him brushed off when he was an upstart, someone that the establishment wouldn't take seriously. Now, older with a touch of gray and a well maintained beard, he presented a more polished and professional appearance.

Dressed for the weather, C.J. was wearing a heavy Black Pea Coat, over a dark grey dress shirt, white undershirt tucked into a pair of his oldest most worn blue jeans. The only thing new that he was wearing were the black engineer boots that he had on his feet, they were new and not broken in but he'd have plenty of time to do that over the next three weeks. As he looked out across the airfield he watched a 4 door Mercedes pull around and stopped maybe 20 feet away from him. An older man about 50 years old stepped out of it, and walked over to greet him. Exchanging pleasantries, C.J. decided to head first to the villa, spend the night there and check out the penthouse tomorrow.

After a 20 minute drive, C.J. was dropped off, he’d found the keys to the house just where the owner said they’d be. Getting his two modest bags carried in through the front door, he set them down, and set about checking out his home. Finding the refrigerator bare, C.J. set out to get a bite, at this late hour he’d be lucky to find something open.

After following directions that his phone had given him, C.J. finally stumbled in to a café, and stood in line to get coffee and something to drink. The young woman behind the counter took pity on him and helped as best she could. Not her fault that a crazy American was visiting her country and couldn’t speak the language. Coffee finally in hand, he took a spot in a old worn leather easy chair. His coffee in hand, and his phone the center of attention, searching for a language translator, he thought he heard a beautiful voice speaking clear English coming from someone nearby. C.J. raised his head, and looked around for the owner of that beautiful voice.

 

[KattDclaw]

It had been one of those days for Roxy. You know the kind, where everything just never felt to go out way straight from the first second you rolled out of bed. That was it, that was how the entire day had unfolded for her. It was one thing after another, mostly minor things that slowly began to add up till it was near unmanageable. It didn’t help that Roxy was horrible at time management; scheduling had never been a strong point. That didn’t help when you were trying to run your own business, especially in her kind of work.

She liked to consider herself a Courtesan, though her website declared her a concubine and a paramour at least twice. At the end of the day though she was still just a prostitute; though far from the lowly, STD-filled sleazebags that the word would imagine. Here her work was legal and not so looked down upon as it was in the States, where she was born and bred. The story of her ascension from simple farm town girl to legitimate Lady of the Night was far from interesting. There weren’t any sob stories to tell, no silent tears to shed in the darkest hours of the night. In the end it was simple business, one that she happened to be very, very good at. Roxy was just a natural when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, it was something she enjoyed immensely; it was a pity she was really horrible at the business side of it all. Yet she refused to yield, to give in and seek assistance from anyone else. She didn’t need some pimp in platforms telling her what to do; she did as she damn well pleased.

That attitude though just didn’t cut it today. She had managed to piss off a very well paying customer, who ever a few choice words from one another, decided to take his business elsewhere. Roxy was glad to tell him to piss off and watch him shuffle off in a huff, at least at the time. But it was her bank account that was taking the hit, which put a damper on any good feelings the situation might have brought. She managed to get another gentleman in quickly enough, though it turned out to be little more than a quick oral session. It would have to do for the night. Roxy grabbed a quick swish of mouthwash before she collected her payment and sauntered off into the night.

It was chilly, far colder than she was accustomed to even after being her for almost a year. During that time she never really managed to fit in, nor did she bother to try and learn the language. She was too old to learn another one, at least that was what she told herself. She managed to get by though, after all people tended to be nicer to pretty young women. Roxy was just that, a female at the prime of her life, mid-twenties, a stunning little package from head to toe. She stood at five foot two inches, though her thick soled heels added at least six inches, with a petite, shapely frame that was sinfully curved and sculpted. Proud shoulders swept down to an ample bosom, a slim and toned core that dipped into a tiny waist and flared out to shapely hips that seemed made to be grabbed and held. They swayed with a natural, undeniably erotic rhythm with each step she took. Her legs were long and toned as well, ending in dainty little feet. She was taut and toned to near perfection, that lithesome figure came straight out of the lust-filled fantasies of a horny young teenager.

Her attire did little to keep her body hidden; it was just bad for business in her line of work. Tonight the primary color was black with a highlight of purple. A leather bodice, synched tightly over her upper frame, held her bosom greedily in its grasp, bright purple laces straining between the black leather. A matching satin choker encased her gracefully arched throat; a silver chain glimmered and dipped down towards her cleavage. The bodice left her mid-drift exposed, a ring in her navel catching the light as well. The strings of a black thong could be seen with each step she took before they disappeared underneath a thick leather belt that hung dangerously low on her shapely hips. A mini-skirt clung tightly to hips and upper thighs, barely concealing way lay beneath (there was no way she was bending over in that), with black lace garter belt connecting her sheer lace stockings. They disappeared underneath the thick leather of her knee high boots, matching purple laces standing out as they criss-crossed over the front.

A flimsy short jacket tried desperately to stave off the night chill, though it really wasn’t cutting it. Roxy hurriedly made her way down the street, her heels clicking sharply with each step she took. She wasn’t thinking really, more going on auto-pilot as she headed towards the café for her nightly intake of caffeine. She plodded away on the surface of her phone as she entered, mulling over several things all at once as she stood in line. The bright lights of the café caught her features now, which were more than a matching for her killer body. She had the visage of an angel with the expression of a sinner, sweetly and angularly shaped with full, plush lips and expressive eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown and twinkled in the café’s lights. Her hair was raven, short and spiky with long bangs that touched her chin, dyed a vibrant violet. She got more than a few glances as she stood there typing on her phone, her lips curled in a sourpuss expression. She didn’t look up till the girl behind the encounter said something to catch her attention.

“Oh…uh yeah…I want a café mocha-“ Roxy began, though she realized with the cashier’s furrowing brow her English was lost on her. With a sigh she just pointed at the sign on the counter, nodding and saying the word ‘coffee’. She really should at least learn a few words to order a damn cup of coffee. “This one. Coffee. Om nom, coffee!”

 

[CoSurvivor]

As C.J. raised his head, he heard a distinct American accent, but the vision before him was not quite what he expected, ok fuck that… Being honest with himself C.J blinked his eyes because the exquisite voice was coming from someone that looked nothing like what he expected. In his head he’d expected a young college age bubbly blonde, with a book bag over one shoulder dressed in European fashion. Instead, the woman standing at the counter was a vision of pure fantasy. Well, one of his anyway. She appeared to be in her mid 20’s and the outfit, well the outfit set her apart from anyone else in this little coffee shop, hell it set her apart from probably 95 percent of the population, but it worked on her. Between her boots, skirt, bodice and her hair, she was a walking erotic dream that was probably distracting anyone with a heartbeat. Was she wearing it as a costume? Maybe she was on her way to a euro discotech to meet up with friends? Back in the US occasionally he’d see women dressed like her in LA on the way to some techno party, but with this being his first night in this foreign country, he wasn’t sure if she was indeed going to a party, or an escort. Assumptions always got him in trouble, at least with the women he’d dated lately, and he wasn’t about to insult her.

Talking to himself C.J. was trying to figure out a way to at least talk to her, without the weird feeling that some older guy was trying to pick up on her. Of course as frustrated as she sounded simply trying to order coffee, she might welcome speaking with another American. During all his travels that’s the one continuous thing, No matter if it’s a New Yorker meeting someone from Texas, in foreign countries Americans tended to find each other set aside their regional differences from back home and find that common bond. Best analogy he could think of was “birds of a feather flock together” but that didn’t quite fit. Of course his dad would roll his eyes at him, chastising him for the fact that C.J. had spent many a year trying to pick up a few languages along the way during his business travels in Europe, that now when given the opportunity to learn a new one, he was grasping for the first English speaking person he ran into? She was stunning, and with a voice that sounded like it could be angelic, if she wasn’t so frustrated.

“Gezzus C.J. , you’ve dated a few movie stars, talking to a woman like her can’t be that difficult.” Shaking off his own worries He stood up, brushed his jeans and slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. Walking over to her, C.J. spoke politely hoping not to startle her.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help noticing that you sound like you are from the States? If you’ve got a few minutes, can I buy your coffee?”

 

[KattDclaw]

Roxy more or less got her order out. It didn’t matter much, coffee was coffee, all she needed was something hot and caffeinated. She paid the waitress and took her place to the side, her gaze drawn instantaneously towards her phone like most others. She idly tapped away on its smooth surface and almost completely missed that someone was talking to her. It wasn’t so much what was said though as how it was said. In English, with no discernible European accent, a perfect English dialect she had all but forgotten existed.

Swiftly those chocolate brown orbs rose and fell upon, well, something she wasn’t expecting. Before her was a tall, handsome man, the gray in his hair denoting him of considerable age. Though instead of making him look old it did more to make him appear wise and sophisticated. With a quick glance she took in what she could see, before those plush lips pressed together lightly. It took longer for her mind to reconcile just what had been said. The moment felt far too long, as if she had been standing there gawking for long, awkward moments. A huff of laughter came shortly after that realization, a soft chortle before she offered a shake of her head.

“Nah. I mean….yes…yes I’m from the States. What gave it away? But no…I got a cup…just waiting for it,” Roxy started to ramble, a habit that made itself known when she felt put on edge. For all her skills she wasn’t much of a people person, that was unless she was on the clock. Funny how such a thing could be turned on and off like a switch. She held her phone in one hand, gesturing over her shoulder towards the coffee counter. Something inside her head was screaming at her, though for the life of her she couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t about coffee, not really, but that hadn’t really dawned upon her…not yet.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Either he'd become invisible, or this young woman was trying to ignore him, at least she responded to his inquiry if she was from the US. He didn't think it would be that hard to strike up a conversation. Of course, babbling on without end was occasionally a strong suit of his, Under normal circumstances he'd take the hint, move on and talk to someone else, but something about this woman had caught his attention, well besides the obvious, She was very attractive, Ok she was incredibly attractive and it was something besides just the outfit, costume or whatever she was wearing.

In a very erotic way she was more attractive than most of the women he'd ever dated, and there was something tugging at him to know a whole lot more about her. Sure he'd dated a few models in L.A. but most were as fake as a cardboard cut out, this woman had something most women he'd met didn't have, a bit of attitude, and it was attracting him like a moth to a flame. Only he hoped not to get burned by getting close to this one. So, after watching her doodle with her phone for a few more minutes, watching the subtle smirk on her lips, and the quirky way she was staring at her phone, C.J. took a few steps closer, still respecting her space, and spoke up again.

"Actually it was your lack of accent that gave you away, I figured you were probably from the Midwest, maybe Iowa or Kansas. but definitely state side. I was hoping that you might spare a few minutes for another American who's new to your beautiful country. And honestly if I can't buy your coffee, allow me to pick up the tab for a taxi to where ever you might be heading."

 

[KattDclaw]

He was making it very obvious it wasn’t about coffee now, Roxy could feel his eyes upon her and the shuffle of his boot sole against the brightly polished tiled floor gave way his movements. Those large, chocolate brown orbs swept up from her phone and lingered intently upon his handsome visage. He had an undeniable air about him, a certain regal aspect that was intangible and yet undeniable. She let her gaze simply linger upon him for a few moments, if anything to see if he flinched or would shy away from eye contact. He did neither, the confidence was there but far from stifling; nothing was worse than a cocky man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Slowly, as if she really didn’t want to, Roxy pressed the button on the side of her phone and slid it back into her pocket. Her lips twitched subtly, as if she were trying to suppress either a smile or a frown.

“You sure don’t lack for confidence, Mister.” Roxy began, shifting slightly as she tilted her head coyly to the right. A few loose bangs of bright violet brushed out across her brow, an alluring contrast to her creamy skin. “It’s been awhile since I had a decent conversation in English though. And save your money, you might find something more interesting later…”

There came a twinkle to her gaze and her lips finally gave way to the smirk of a smile that drifted across them, easy and teasing if not somewhat flirty. Just then a call came from the counter behind them and Roxy turned to glance at the girl behind the counter with her cup. With that smirk on her lips she offered a wink and turned to retrieve her cup, her hips swaying in an undeniable fashion with each step. She collected her cup and returned to him, that chocolate gaze once more upon his handsome visage. “So where were we?”

 

[CoSurvivor]

With her wink C.J. was hooked, she was all the right kinds of sassy, and it was not only attractive, but the way she responded was exactly what he'd hoped for. With a chuckle of his own C.J. responded "well we were going to have a conversation in a language both of us could easily understand." With that, he waved her toward where he'd been sitting, guiding the way. The chairs waiting for them were high backed, brown old fashioned leather chairs, those that had been used by many a visitor, here in this café and in previous locations. If they could speak, they could tell you the history of the world.

when they reached the chairs, he let her step in front of him and couldn't help but steal a look at the back of her legs, and the skirt she was wearing. Hoping he hadn't been caught, he kept his composure and sat at the same time she did. In a bit more of a quieter setting, C.J started talking, making as direct eye contact as possible.

"So what brought you here to this beautiful country?"

 

[KattDclaw]

With cup of coffee in hand Roxy followed suit after the handsome American, who she realized she didn't even know his name. That was odd, she mused to herself, after all she had a habit of getting to know people's names. It was a strictly business-like approach, after all it made people feel special to be called by their name in the most intimate of moments. It was how Roxy's mind worked, she had little time for true socializing, she didn't have many friends and what social life she had came from jobs. Some people just liked a pretty face hooked around their arm and a fancy party or art exhibit, Roxy had been to them all and hadn't learned a thing from it.

There was an undeniable sway to those shapely hips as she walked, a certain erotic rhythm that the short skirt only seemed to accentuate. There was little that hid her from C.J.'s prying eyes, the definition of sleek yet toned thighs, a hint of darkness underneath the only thing that gave her true privacy. Her boot heels clicked against the ground with each poised step she took, the cup held delicately in her grasp with both hands as she brought it to just under her nose. She let the warmth linger there and relished the pleasant scent. If he was catching a look at her, well, she didn't seem to notice as she stepped in front of him to claim one of the high backed chairs. Her movement was slow and graceful as she settled into the chair and crossed one leg over the other. It was a dangerous move in that skirt, though it was obvious she knew just how to control it. Her rich brown gaze settled on the man, who had the gentlemanly courtesy to wait for her to sit first before claiming his own chair. It was one thing that Roxy couldn't help but notice. It brought out that smile again as she settled down into her seat and let her hands warm themselves on the outside of her cup.

The conversation began light, the simple pleasantries of meeting a new person in an unfamiliar setting. It was to be expected, but it wasn't something Roxy wasn't use to. She hesitated for just a moment as she contemplated the answer, mulling over the possibilities she could choose.

“Business,” She said after that short pause. Her cup was brought to her lips for a causal sip, though the face she made was far from one of enjoyment. “Ugh. I forgot sugar...” She said offhandedly. A causal glance was given in search of the stand with sugar and cream, even as her attention seemed to remain on him.

“You? I'm sorry I still haven't gotten your name. Call me Roxy.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

'Business' is what brought her here? What kind of business was she in? Was she a party organizer? Was she in the music industry? With her looks and choice in outfits he could see it. Maybe she was in the “entertainment” industry? He didn't want to make that assumption, he might have back home, but then again a woman such as herself, dressed as she is wasn't completely out of the norm for L.A. or Las Vegas.
Still, her response had peaked his interest and he was about to ask another question when she mentioned her need for sugar, he started to look around as well. Spotting the creamer and sugar back on the main counter C.J. caught her name as she said it, 'Roxy' just as she asked him the same question. He felt a bit embarrassed at the thought that he'd invited her to have a conversation with him but hadn't thought to introduce himself. Professing his embarrassment he finished taking a sip of coffee and replied.

“Mmmm! I apologize, I ask you to have a chat with a complete stranger and I forget to introduce myself. Where's my manners.” Admonishing himself a little while trying to make a joke of it he continued, “Please call me C.J., and before I forget more of my manner again, hold that thought.”

Standing up, C.J. quickly stepped over to the counter, picking up one of the several small rectangular containers that were full of packets of sugar. Looking further he snagged 3 mini creamers from a large bowl sitting next to them and returned to where they'd been sitting. With a warm smile on his face he them down on the small table between them and took his seat again. On the walk back to his chair he couldn't help but admire how beautiful her brown eyes were. They were expressive, and bright, even in the dark decor and late hour of the evening. he'd noticed her eyes from the first time she'd turned around and made eye contact with him, but now, this close he was convinced that she could seduce any man she wanted with those eyes.

Returning to his coffee, he spilled his story to her, at least an abbreviated version that he could easily explain without going into too much boring detail.

“Well, I'm here on a bit of a sabbatical slash vacation of sorts. I'm here to pretty much get my head back on straight, by putting 10,000 miles between me and the plastic people I'm tired of dealing with back home. So, I'm in your fair country for the next three to four weeks, hoping to enjoy the culture, of a country I've never seen before and then go home refreshed, and hopefully make some positive changes with a clear mind.”

 

[KattDclaw]

At least she got a name out of him, though it was more of a nickname of sorts. Still, it was better than nothing, one more step on a pleasant conversation. Not that Roxy really had many of those, rarely did she got out of her way to make friends or talk to strangers. It wasn’t that she had some anti-social complex going on, but she rarely had the time to really focus on that. Friends, companions, lovers, they were a luxury that Roxy simply couldn’t afford at the moment. A slender brow arched as C.J. excused himself and stood once more. He moved too fast for Roxy to catch up to, it was clear once he started away from the table what he was doing. It would be silly to stand up herself and follow after, he was, after all, just being nice. Why ruin it? Roxy instead settled further into her chair, her foot giving a light wiggle as it dangled over herself. She tried to act like she had something better to do than watch him, though with her phone in her pocket and the fact her coffee was dangerously bitter, well, she didn’t have that many options.

Instead she sat there with the ‘patiently waiting’ look upon her ravishing visage. She offered a smile and a nod as he sat the sugar and creamer on the table.

“Such the gentleman,” She commented lightly, even as her delicate digits snatched up a packet of sugar and gave it a light flick. Her head tilted the right as he began with his own reasons for being her. A curious look drew out over her beautiful visage as he went on, it was short and sweet and left a lot out. Despite her own rather coy and limited response, Roxy felt an undeniable curiosity.

“Sounds like you have a demanding lifestyle, Mister C.J.” Roxy commented as she tore the packet open and sprinkled a few into her cup. A creamer was also popped open and its contents dribbled in before she slowly stirred them all up with a swizzle stick. “What kind of positive changes are you looking to make? Obvious cutting back on the caffeine isn’t one of them…”

Roxy finished stirring and brought the tip of the stick to her plush lips. It was a subconscious move, taking the tip into her mouth idly as those dark eyes lingered intently upon the tall, handsome man on the other side of the table. It took a few minutes but Roxy felt she was slowly settling back into the game, growing more comfortable with each passing moment.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chuckling at Roxy's comment C.J. took his cup of coffee and raised it to Roxy "Cheers to the coffee bean, Many a long night was made a little more tolerable because of it." Laughing a bit he continued,

"I say a little more tolerable because the engineers I worked with could build a computer, but they couldn't brew a decent cup of coffee to save their lives. I think what they brewed up could be called "sludge" and that was a compliment. Now the mechanics in the shop, I think they brewed it bad on purpose so it could double as motor oil." shaking his head, C.J caught the look on Roxy's face as he embellished his story enough to make it entertaining. Chuckling again, he She'd also asked him what sort of positive changes he'd take back with him, and that made him start to think.

Was he imagining things? could he change what he'd need to when he got back? And should he really just move on from L.A. He'd spent enough time thinking about it his first night here, and instead of thinking about where he had been, he instead focused on where he currently was, and who he was with. Roxy was watching him intently waiting for an answer. So with conviction in his voice he spoke from his soul.

"As I said, I'm hoping that this vacation of mine will allow me time to put what I left behind in perspective, so I can focus on what's most important, going somewhere I've never been so I'm not reliant on the rat race that was L.A. I came here to feel, 'normal' and while my friends and family support me in the fact that I'm way out here, they also think I'm a bit 'out there' for seeking such a dramatically different environment."

Reaching for what was left of his coffee, he took another sip and made eye contact with Roxy, proposing a question of his own. "So...Miss Roxy, you've heard the start to my little adventure, you said earlier that 'business' brought you here, what kind of business are you in?"

 

[KattDclaw]

Engineers. Mechanics. He let it out little bit little, though there was no particular confirmation just what the two had to do with him. Judging from his clothing, appearance and general mannerisms Roxy had a good idea though. He was something up there, someone comfortable wearing a suit and getting things done with a phone call and a smile. She knew the type, wealthy businessmen were, oddly enough, a dime a dozen. Exactly what businessman meant no a days though, that was a bit more of a gray area. He could be selling paperclips for all she knew, maybe he worked for a more shady kind of organization that were more apt to slice open throats than offer 401K's. She wouldn't put it past him, even with a handsome face like that, she knew more than her fair share of beautiful monsters in this world. But as he continued, Roxy learned more and decided it wasn't shady underworld business or paperclips that had him all in a bunch. The last part really hit close to home and for a moment that practiced smile and demure look faded.

A smile remained, though it was honest and perhaps even a little self-conscious. Roxy was quick to hide it behind her coffee, which was brought to her lips for a prolonged drink, though she only swallowed once. It was long enough for her to get a handle on herself, at least keep up appearances.

“There comes a time in a persons life when they have to stop and look at themselves in the mirror. To see what they are and if they can accept it.” Roxy said rather to the point. Her tone denoted that she spoke from experience. Her eyes flickered to her cup briefly, a curious glimmer within before they returned to the handsome stranger at the other side of the table. “I hope you find what you're looking for.”

It was her turn now, C.J. Turned it back on her and she honestly had no where to go. He was a really nice guy, so far at least, but one really couldn't tell a person from one five minute talk over coffee. Still, he deserved the truth, no use wasting his time on her when he could do so much better.

“I should have told you from the get go. That way you coulda politely drifted off afterwards,” There was that self-deprecating humor again, it was something Roxy was pretty good at. She cleared her throat and leaned up a bit in her chair, as if arching her back and straightening her shoulders made everything more presentable.

“I run my own business, I guess you could say. I'm a...Courtesan, as I like to call it. Though you can call be a Paramour or Concubine if that sounds fancier. Or a call girl if you like it plain old 'Murican.” She said the words all too easy. Another sip from her cup was taken before she continued.

“The laws here are a little more lax regarding the rules and regulations of the trade. Funny how the Land of the Free is so eaten up with keeping the sex trade down.” She watched him from behind the rim of her glass, to gauge his reaction. If anything, he might blush and look away (which was always funny) or he might get disgusted and storm off, or even interested. At this point, Roxy wasn't sure and the anticipation of his reaction felt like a stone sitting in her stomach.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Hearing Roxy's answer didn't shock him as much as she probably thought it would. With her verbal confirmation, something Roxy had said earlier which had seemed odd to say at the time, now made complete sense.

“Save your money, you might find something more interesting later…”


He liked how she described herself, a 'Courtesan' someone well above the average 'call girl' someone with quite a bit of class, and presence. C.J. thought the self description fit, the way she carried herself, the subtle suggestion and the fact that honestly, Roxy exuded a certain sexuality from every movement she made. She was probably very selective of her clients, and probably made a good amount of money per session that allowed her to remain selective. Understandably she was a little jaded toward Americans, her comments made it pretty clear without saying much that she'd left the states because of her occupation.

So, how was he going to respond? He could feel the air between them get a little tense after a disclosure of such weight he could feel the silence was becoming uncomfortable. It was really up to him as to what happened next, and it would mean a bit of a revelation of his own. With a genuine smile on his face, C.J. put down his coffee and looked Roxy in the eyes.

"I have no problems with the oldest profession in the world. I'd be a hypocrite if I said otherwise. My own little bit of 'truth' here is that I come from a very rich family. That being the case, my parents made sure that I was never 'given' anything. If I wanted it I had to earn it so I had a paper route, from the day I was 12 to the day I graduated High school. My family is pretty well known back home, and a lot was expected of me in certain circles, not my parents mind you, but the kids I grew up with. I was expected to be 'one of the boys' and for all the charisma I was supposed to have with girls I made up most of it. When I was in High school I was deathly afraid of girls. I'm pretty sure my dad thought I was a man-whore because I'd have a different girlfriend every week. But the real reason why was because I was so scared to do anything beyond kissing and some heavy petting.

So, I'm 18, I'm wet behind the ears heading out to MIT and I approach my father's executive assistant in confidence to see if he knows of anyone who can help a boy out. So he sent me to a beautiful courtesan such as yourself. She was an 'older woman' who was really only 28 and to this day I get a smile on my face when I think back on meeting her. Felicia took me into her bed and taught me how to be a man in the bedroom, She also taught me how to respect a woman. She was the first woman I ever had sex with, and beyond a very select few people on this little blue and green glob called earth, you are one of the few who knows the truth about my charismatic youth. That instead of a big swinging teenage dick, I was deathly afraid of girls. So, I have a lot of respect for courtesan's such as yourself. And, if I may, to quote an old cranky comedian named George Carlin, he once said, "Selling is legal, Fucking is legal, why isn't selling fucking legal?" "

His truth laid out, C.J. finished the rest of his coffee and spied over at Roxy's cup.

"Now I know you said I couldn't buy the first one, but would you care for a refill?"

 

[KattDclaw]

His reaction to the revelation she was in fact as call girl was to smile. Not just any smile, but from what Roxy could tell an honest to goodness smile. There wasn't anything lecherous about it or fake, that in itself was enough to throw Roxy off her carefully crafted guard. He was either the most honest man she had met in a long time or a very, very good liar. Roxy still didn't put it past him that he was some kind of undercover agent, though perhaps he was too handsome for that, after all they didn't live in a James Bond movie.

With that smile on his lips he met her eyes and began a tale of his own. Where Roxy was vague, C.J. Filled in details that Roxy would have never thought to ask. Despite coming from money he was a self-made man, one that had to work for what he wanted. That was good and bad in itself, it meant he was dedicated to seeing things through, but it also meant he was no doubt married to the job. She didn't see a ring on his finger nor a pale circle that would indicate he was simply pocketing it for a night out on the town.

But he took it a step further, the story continued and took a far more twisting path than she expected. The honest reaction to his words lingered on Roxy's face as it unfolded, a raise of her brows at his frank admittance of it all, followed by an knowing smile that hinted at a connection to it all. He was incredibly smart, he had to be if he went to MIT, just another feather in the cap of an already impressive life. Roxy couldn't help wonder just what he was trying to escape from out here. He wasn't just here to clear his mind Roxy gauged. So far from what she could tell it just didn't fit the mold, it was just the literal tip of the iceberg.

“So,” Roxy interjected as he finished his story. She had all but finished her own cup of coffee, which dangled in her delicate grasp now and then if only from habit.

“You were just like the rest of us at that age. Inexperienced, awkward and terrified of a world you thought you knew everything about.” Roxy couldn't help the little huff of laughter that came from her throat. No one was perfect, no one was as smooth as charismatic as they wanted to be. It was more common to be awkward and shy than outgoing, if anything his admittance only made him more human, complete with all the flaws that humanity offered.

“I'm sure you made up for it in your later years,” She was quick to retort. It was added at the last second, as if it were more of any afterthought. She met his gaze briefly and held it, an undefinable glimmer within those chocolate depths before she broke it off and glanced at her cup. Those proud shoulders rolled lightly as she gave the thought of another cup a thought. Her lips curled into a pursing muse before she gave another shrug and nodded.

“Anymore caffeine and I will be up all night, among other things.” She wrinkled her nose impishly, leaving her lack of words to imply what she meant further. “But you can reach into those deep pockets for a bottle of water.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

Digging into his jacket pocket he scrunched up his face and replied,

"Well my pockets are not as deep as some might think, but between some change and pocket lint I think I've got enough money to cover a bottle of water."

With a mischievous look and a wink, C.J stood up and walked over to the cold drink fridge next to the front counter. He pulled open the door, which at first he thought was a sliding door, that swung open instead. He grabbed two large bottles of cold water, and let the door close behind him hearing that familiar rubber 'smack' that acknowledge the door was closed without looking. Walking to the front counter he placed both bottles down and instead of trying to speak to the girl behind the register in English, he tried his best Russian. They were close enough in Slavic languages that he thought this time she might actually understand him.

As luck would have it in his favor, the girl behind the counter did understand, and replied in kind. He smiled, paid for the bottles and walked back to Roxy setting one of them down in front of her.

As he turned the cap on his bottle of water, hearing the familiar crack and snap of the safety ring pulling free he turned his attention back to Roxy and her comments she'd made before he got up. He'd opened the door to her comments, and had been more honest with her than he'd been with anyone in quite some time. He'd told her the truth, why stop now?

"Honestly when I got to MIT I didn't care about anything but proving myself. My reputation from school didn't follow me, but a whole other host of issues did. I'd never be taken seriously being a rich kid, everyone would think that the Dean gave me a free ride. Little did they know. But at that point I didn't care about anything but making my own reputation, and being damn good at what I was there for."

Taking a drink, he formulated his thoughts and continued, "You, more than most probably know exactly what I mean when I say that a person's reputation can be harm or a blessing, and I had to play for both. I had the rep of being a rich kid, and an upstart. But things changed when I got into the racing business. When that took off that's when the reality stars and L.A. got talons in me. I'll admit, I've been with more than five women, but sometimes the media and the press make things out to be far more than things really are. I can't remember who said it, but I remember once hearing a line that has stuck with me since I was a kid."

"Half of what the media tells you is a lie, and half of that is the truth."

Smiling, C.J. took another drink of water. He'd finish his train of thought, but Roxy's comments had made him curious to ask a question of his own. "So, you can understand that letting people think I have one persona can be beneficial, it keeps the sharks at a distance, and entertains the public. But, it can also put those you care about at a greater distance too, unless they know you. Which brings me to a question of my own. So..Miss Roxy, now that you know I've got money, does it change our conversation?"

 

[KattDclaw]

Roxy leaned back in her chair as CJ stood up and strode back towards the register. She didn’t watch him as he procured the bottles and paid for them, missing out on his use of the Russian language. She used the moment to draw into herself and let the words of their conversation sink in a bit more. It wasn’t anything too deep after all, though at this point it was more than just a casual conversation about the weather or sports teams. She snapped back to reality once he returned to his seat, she took the offered bottle with that ravishing smile as thanks. She mimicked his movements, twisting the top till the satisfying crackle indicated the seal was broken. The tip of the bottle was brought to her lips for a light sip before she set it back down and promptly forgot about it. Her eyes were upon CJ as he started in once more, picking back on the conversation from where they had left off. Her head tilted to the left as she listened, absorbing it all with that curious look upon her pretty face.

“I’d say more like ninety nine percent of what they tell us is a lie. Or at least fluff to distract from the important events. Who needs to know about the wars going on when we they are announcing the new American Idol?” Roxy scrunched up her nose and made a disgusted face, if only briefly. If she was any further from that entire scene she would be on a camel in a desert, though for all it was worth it was hard to really feel separated from anything this day and age. But that was another thought for another time, Roxy had more than her fair share to keep her currently occupied. CJ was all smiles, handsome, confident and sure, and perhaps more than a little eager to share his past with a beautiful stranger. Perhaps Roxy was just too jaded to feel that comfortable around someone she had just met, but she had no desire to let out more information than she already had. Instead she would flash that pretty smile, bat her dark lashes and divert any questions directed in that fashion. Yet it seemed that CJ had something else in mind, he brought up the fact of people more or less wearing masks, portraying something they really weren’t to the public eye. It was all too funny; a silent giggle caused her shoulders to shake for just a second before she offered a gentle shake of her head, dark violet bangs tickling at her cheek.

“Give yourself a drinking problem and you could be Tony Stark,” Roxy said with no shortage of mirth in her tone. She offered another shake of her head before she turned her attention back to her water bottle, though she only moved it lightly on the table to jostle the contents.

“But to answer your question; it doesn’t change one thing, Mr. CJ. You caught me off the clock, so to speak. So in all honesty, I couldn’t care less if you had two wooden nickels to rub together, though I appreciate the water.” Roxy said matter-of-factly, the smile still resting perfectly on her lips. Her tone was somewhat neutral, though the mirth from her dorky statement earlier still hung in the air about her.

 

[CoSurvivor]

CJ couldn't help but smile at Roxy's comparison of him to the comic character Tony Stark. He chuckled and said "Oh you forgot about the hot assistant who looks like Gwyneth Paltrow, you for got about the Suit. and the heaping loads of cash that he's got. But thanks for the subtle compliment, at least I think that's what it might have been.." Smiling he took a drink of water and moved on their conversation...

"Everyone is entitled to off time, it's what separates the job from the person. It's nice to know I can keep your company for a short bit, well, with the prospect of buying you a drink. Non-alcoholic still counts in our case I think."

She was guarded, she'd probably made a profession out of keeping her personal life secret, hell Roxy may not even be her real name. But he'd let that fly. All of us have our own secrets and reasons for not talking about our own past. So instead of trying to pry personal information out of Roxy he focused more on asking about places of interest in the city. Quiet restaurants, historical buildings, any local attractions that he might be able to take in while he's here for the next month.

The conversation went on for a while, CJ lost track of time between their conversation and the subtle jabs she'd poke at him were keeping with a light mood, which was probably for the best on a first meeting with a complete stranger. She was well more than a pretty face, and he could see that she was very good at what she did. Everything from the quirky smile, to the pout of her lips were practiced, he'd be interested to see what she looked like when she wasn't being professional, or if she was having an orgasm and wasn't on the clock.

Pulling his phone out, he stared at the time and realized it was getting on into the late evening. He had no idea what time it really was back in the states, but admittedly looking at the time now the jetlag and time difference had suddenly caught up to him.

Yawning, he decided that he'd have to finally give in and call it a night. "Well, considering the hour, I think it's time to call it a night. I do appreciate your company this evening. My offer still stands, If you were heading home you are welcome to share a taxi with me. I can have the driver drop me off first, then take you where ever you'd like to go."

 

[KattDclaw]

The conversation drifted towards a causal avenue, which was fine with Roxy. She listened intently as always, spoke when needed to and always played it a little coy, though with that knowing smile it was blatantly obvious it was all an act. She had more to say on the topic at hand, or at least she released the information more readily. The city itself was ancient by American terms, so there were a great many things that could catch a person's interest. The architecture of many of the old buildings could keep someone busy for weeks alone. There were a great deal of nice little places that Roxy had found during her time here, decent restaurants with a comfortable atmosphere up to the snooty, high priced kinds. She gave her opinion on them all, causal and unabashed on everything from their prices to the quality of food and even the attitude of the waitstaff. She gave the general discussion of theaters and art exhibits, things more suiting to the high life CJ was accustomed to. She had been to them all, one the arm of one rich man or another. She even teasingly offered to draw him a map from memory of one particular theater, one famous for hosting classic operas and symphonies. Despite her general aloof and playful nature, there seemed to be a hint of ennui in her voice when she spoke of it all, almost as if she were regurgitating it from a textbook.

How the time had flown, Roxy was as surprised as CJ when he whipped out his phone and saw the time. Roxy was more of a night owl regardless, so there was little hint of the sheer exhaustion that CJ was no doubt feeling. She could see it tugging at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes, he'd be the walking dead soon enough. Roxy pulled out her own phone if only to confirm the time, to which she gave a slight nod. CJ went on once more with the pleasantries, Roxy flashed a ravishing smile and gave a demure tilt of her head to the left before she spoke.

“The pleasure was all mine, CJ. I'm sure-” Roxy cut herself off as her phone went clattering to the floor from her grasp. The sweet look faded quickly with a twitch of her brow, a slight look of annoyance before she gave a huff and scooted towards the edge of her seat.

“Fumble fingers. One reason why I would never make it as a saxophone player.” Roxy spouted off as she bent at the waist and retrieved her phone, giving a more that splendid view of her cleavage as she did. With a quick flourish she rose from her seat, phone in hand as she stood in all her glory at five foot six (mostly thanks to her boots). She lifted her hands and gave her fingers a wiggle, one by one in an exaggerated fashion.

“Stubby fingers.” She said in a blatantly sarcastic tone. Her fingers were far from stubby, slender and long, tipped with elegantly manicured black nails. Despite herself she listened intently to CJ's offer. At first thought she had easily dismissed it, though as he offered once more she couldn't help but give it definite thought. She tilted her head once more to the side, a contemplative look crossing over her features. She pursed her lips, gave him a once over look before giving a shrug of her proud shoulders.

“How can I say no to a ride after you filled me up with coffee? I suppose if you were a serial killer you would have come up with a less extravagant back story. But it's cold out there. So I'm willing to take the chance.” She said with that same attitude as before, though she wore a more genuine smile as she said it. Her phone was tucked back into the pocket of her tiny jacket before she stepped closer and held out her hand expectantly. Any gentleman worth his salt wouldn't leave a lady hanging without a proper escort.

 

[CoSurvivor]

CJ smiled genuinely and took Roxy's hand in his, phone placed quickly in one pocket, his half finished bottle of water in another, he chuckled lightly and said “No serial killer here, I think I'd have to think of a couple one liners and I'm too tired for that.” He would have made a reference to an old Tarantino movie, but thought better of it. If the opportunity ever came up again if he met Roxy here or somewhere else, he'd probably use it, but it just didn't seem appropriate during a first time encounter.

Guiding Roxy by the hand, he lead her to the entrance of the cafe. As they reached the front doors, CJ held one of the front doors open for Roxy as she passed by him, he caught a scent of her, along with admiring her outfit one last time. He honestly couldn't help but admire how she simply exuded sex appeal, Once again CJ remembered his manners and tried to make sure his eyes didn't wonder too long, she was used to it surely, but that didn't mean she had to deal with it while she was off the clock. So, despite his semi wondering eyes they exited the Cafe CJ still holding her hand. He hoped on a cold evening such as this they'd be lucky enough to spot a taxi before the goose bumps started coming out on Roxy.

As luck would have it, within a few minutes he was able to hail a taxi, or at least he thought the driver stopped for him, Maybe it was Roxy and those boots, but either way, when the taxi stopped he held the door for her releasing her hand then followed her in and closed the door to the taxi behind them.

CJ pulled his phone from his pocket, checked the address for his villa and gave the address to the driver, in English. Thankfully the driver understood him with no problem, nodded in agreement and started to drive to CJ's villa. As they kept each other company, CJ for once was really at a loss for what to say next, he almost felt like he was back in grade school, sneaking peaks at the cheerleaders during practice, well, no cheerleader ever dressed like Roxy did, that's for sure. And that's when a thought occurred to him, would he try to see her again? Would she see him socially even if he knew what she did for a living? Or should he offer to employ her? The idea of having sex with her did stimulate his cock, thinking about taking her thong off and exploring what treasure she was beneath that skirt of hers.

If he made a pass at her would it seem as if he was appealing ot her profession? Would she brush him off and feel insulted? Hell he'd spent the better part of 4 hours talking with her and he still felt like he barely knew her. Which was understandable considering that her personal life was so well guarded. So, instead of fantasizing about what could be or might be, he appreciated her company and thanked her again for sharing a taxi ride with him,

All too soon the driver arrived at his villa, looking out the window of the taxi he could see the porch light on that he'd left when he headed out for the evening. Checking the time on his phone he set it down on the seat next to him as he reached in to his front jeans pocket for a few bills to give the driver, and then turned finally to Roxy. It was time to part company, would he see her again? He'd hope so, or maybe she would avoid the spots she'd recommended him. If he noticed her in public and saw her with another man he'd respect her situation and stay away, it would be unprofessional and rude if he was spending time with her and a former date came over to talk with her. So, he decided if fate meant for their paths to cross again it would happen, and it would work to their advantage.

With a genuine smile he took Roxy's hand in his own brought it to his lips and kissed the top of her hand softly. “Thank you for keeping me company this evening, and for your advice on how beautiful this country is.”

He had an urge to lean forward and kiss her, but the thought was fleeting and while it might be reciprocated, he thought better of it. Considering her profession she probably frowns on such intimacy, but that was a question better left unasked, and unanswered.

So, with a smile, and a second kiss to Roxy's hand he released it from his and turned to the door, pulled the latch and opened it, stepping out into the cold morning air. CJ stepped over to the front passenger side window as the driver rolled it down. He handed three large bills over to the driver and instructed him to take the kind lady to where ever she needs to go. The driver, noticing the size of the bills went wide eyed for a moment, equated his own tip and figured that where ever in the city this young lady needed to go, he'd take her. And with that CJ looked back at Roxy said “Good night.” and stepped away as the taxi pulled away from the curb, taking Roxy to her final destination.

CJ stood and watched the taxi head off down the road a good 100 meters before turning and opening the gate to his Villa, he walked to the front door used his key entered and locked it behind him. With a sigh, the night, jet lag and lack of sleep was catching up to him So with a stagger he walked the distance to the staircase, pulled off his pea coat and hung it on the large knob of the banister. Stumbling upstairs he could hear in his head sleep quickly calling his name, and within a few short minutes of stripping down to his boxers leaving his clothes in a heap at the foot of his bed he climbed in, and was fast asleep within minutes.

 

[KattDclaw]

Against her better judgment she followed after CJ into the dark and cold night. It felt like the temperature had dropped a few degrees, much to Roxy's dismay. Thankfully they managed to hail a taxi quickly enough. It was hard to tell if it was CJ's attempt or Roxy standing there in her high heeled boots and tight skirt, at a moment like this she wasn't above flaunting it to get a taxi to stop. She didn't have to try to hard tonight, between the two they snagged one and soon after were comfortable in the back seat. Roxy swept her hands over her skirt to keep it in place as she ducked and slid into place. Her long legs swept over one another and crossed perfectly, one hand settled in her lap while the other brushed through her violet bangs, pushing them aside and tucking a few longer locks behind her ear.

The backseat was warm and didn't stink, always a good thing. Her hands came to rest upon her knees as they started down the dark road, occasionally being jostled by a pothole or bump. Roxy was content to look out the window, catching glimpses of people passing or lights in the distance. It wasn't all that interesting, but for the moment she really didn't have anything to say. The confines of the taxi were intimate, at least in their proximity of one another. Of course being close to people was never an issue, at least when she was 'on the clock'. At the moment it felt entirely different, he wasn't a client eagerly awaiting his happy ending with Roxy in his lap. Though she could imagine the dumb grin on CJ's face if he saw her in such an intimate pose, yet when she thought of it, it didn't seem so dumb, more like a little kid unwrapping an unexpected Christmas gift. Yeah, somehow she ended up a Christmas gift in her own mind, that in itself caused a little snort to flare her nostrils.

The ride came to a quick end, much to Roxy's surprise. Not that she really knew what she was expecting, but as she glanced in his direction and out the window to his villa. Well, that just stank of money, not in a ostentatious sense of course, but it did lead more credence to his story. Roxy was distracted with the sight, she didn't even notice CJ was taking her hand until she felt his grip upon her and his lips touched her knuckle. She flinched, as if drawn from a deep thought. The look on her face was priceless, if only for a brief moment before that professional smile drifted out over her lips. She offered a gentle nod of her head in recognition, her voice even and velvety smooth:

“No need to thank me. We're all on this karma train together, just payin' it forward.” That was it. That was all she could think of, she just flashed her smile again as he offered another gentlemanly kiss and took his leave. Thankfully the confines of the cab were dark and it would be hard to see the flush on her cheeks. The cab was moving once again, back on the road and heading in the general direction of home. Roxy settled back into her seat with a sigh, pinching at the bridge of her nose as she tilted her head forward and just savored the quiet dark of the evening. She didn't realize she zoned out until the cab came to a sudden stop in front of her building. The driver gave her a smile and watched her exit, adjusting the rear-view mirror to get an exceptionally good view of her rear as she ducked out the opposite door. He already had his fair and tip so Roxy said her thanks and turned to close the door. It was in that brief instant she turned that something caught her gaze, a reflection of light on the surface of glass, or in this case, a cellphone. At first Roxy thought it was hers, but as she leaned back in and snatched up the flat rectangular object it became obvious it wasn't. The phone felt large and ungainly in her grasp, the make one she had never used before. It took her mind just a moment to reconcile to whom the cellphone belonged to. The driver peered at Roxy curiously as she piled herself back into the cab and held up the cell phone.

“You remember where you dropped the guy off? Big American man, yes? You go back there, now. Cell phone. American man's cell phone.” Roxy said in a broken fashion, trying to use words the man would recognize. He knew enough English to get the hint, offered a nod and smile of acknowledgment before taking off hastily. Roxy could only think of the tip he would make tonight after this. It hadn't even been a second thought for her, jumping back into the cab to deliver the cell phone. She'd be lost without her own, she easily imagined what it would be like losing it in a foreign country. CJ had been a nice guy, if not a little honest and charming, he didn't deserve to be screwed out of his phone because of a case of jetlag and a pretty face. Even as the street lights flashed about the speeding cab Roxy let her fingers glide over the surface, bringing the phone to life. She proceeded to go through his contacts, if only idly noting the names and contact info she saw. A few women, lots of professional sounding names and companies, but nothing that stood out. Instead of wasting her time further she went back and brought up his call list, went to the last numbers contacted and started going through them. One of them had to be his villa, or so Roxy hoped even as they took a turn down the familiar street leading to the impressive building. She held the phone to her ear and listened to the ring tone, over and over with seemingly no end.

The cab pulled up to the front gate once more and came to a rolling stop. Roxy glanced up and without another thought shoved open the door, swung her long toned legs out and pushed herself up.

“Wait,” She called out to the driver, still clutching the phone to her ear as she strode confidently towards the gate. It wasn't locked, so she swung it open and proceeded to follow the path to the front door. It was late, but it hadn't been too long since they last departed. Hopefully this hadn't been a complete waste of time and money, after all the cabbie was going to want another few bills after this. Roxy rapped her knuckles sharply upon the door and searched for a doorbell, which she pressed repeatedly once her fingertip brushed over it. The phone still rang and the creeping cold was riding slowly up her legs and underneath her too short skirt.

“Fuck...C'mon, man. Answer the damn phone.” Roxy muttered under her breath as she knocked against the door with a clenched fist.

“Oi! Hello? Anyone there?” She called out to nothing in particular, half wondering if her voice would even carry through the well-crafted door.

 

[CoSurvivor]

CJ was dreaming, something about a scent he had in his head had drawn his thoughts to something rather erotic.* He was in bed asleep and had heard a rustling downstairs. weird, he was the only person in the house,* but the bed he woke up in wasn’t the one he went to bed in, it was his home back in L.A.* Pulling the covers off and throwing on a shirt, he walked calmly to the entrance of his bedroom,* he normally closed it, but the door was ajar, as if someone had come in and hadn’t wanted to wake him. He took the ten steps to the top of the stair case, looking down he could see a faint light coming from under the door to the kitchen, which was off to the left, It was odd, he couldn’t remember if he’d turned that light off or not.

Taking the stairs down to the main floor, the right side wall was floor to ceiling windows and as he looked out the windows at the L.A. skyline, he used to be in awe of it, now all he saw was smog, and plastic so he turned away turning his attention back to the light coming from under the door leading to the kitchen *and was a bit mystified by it. For some reason both the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up and his cock began to stir.

CJ could hear his heart beat and his breathing quicken as he slowly padded toward the swinging door to the kitchen and pushed it open. What he saw shouldn't have been there. The refrigerator door was wide open, the light he'd seen was coming from it as he looked on. He could see Roxy's boots, well that was the first thing he saw, as his eyes drew up he noticed her ultra short skirt, with the waistband of her thong peeking out. She was bent at the waist, looking into the fridge trying to find something. Slowly, seductively she stood up. With a glass of water in hand, she tipped her head back and took a drink of it. Small dribbles of water trailed down her chin, along her neck and to her bare chest.. Her leather bodice was missing, and the light from the open refrigerator was shinning upon her skin. Roxy finished her glass of water, and looked over at CJ, hiding her breasts with her left arm, she smiled and simply said “I needed a drink.. I hope you don't mind..”

CJ wanted to say something.. he was going to say it was ok.. but no words were formulating, only white noise was coming out of his mouth, Roxy simply smiled at him, until he realized the white noise wasn't that.. it was ringing.. Which brought him back to the present.

Shaking his head from his dream and the warmth of his bed, he heard a light banging coming from somewhere, along with an old dull “beep beep beep” coming from outside of his bedroom. It wasn't a sound or an alarm his phone normally made, so CJ knew it wasn't his phone. He didn't see it near by, but he figured he'd left it in his jacket.. No modern alarm was in the room and no telephone was sitting on the dresser either. so he it wasn't coming from up here it must be from downstairs. Getting up he heard the pounding become more urgent as the steady beep continued. So, he threw on his undershirt, and walked to one of the windows of the bedroom.

No luck, it didn't face the street, but he did see beams of light reflecting down the street that he could see. “What the fuck..who knows I'm here?? Could it be Roxy?” Stumbling out of his bedroom he made it down the stairs and flipped on the hall light on his way to the front door. Hesitating for half a second before he answered the door in his boxers and undershirt he almost walked back upstairs and grabbed his jeans but thought fuck it.. who ever it is will deal with his appearance at this ungodly hour. Getting closer he recognized a voice coming from outside Roxy??

Quickly CJ reached the front door and threw the locks on it pulling the heavy oak door wide open..

“Roxy?? I thought you were headed home? What.... what's going on? Is something wrong?”