Caught in a Storm (Closed for RobbieRand)

[CarnivalBarker]

Shelby Mays was speeding, trying to get home in time to get to bed and still make it up for the early morning telecast. She'd only been on the job for six weeks and, already, she found it to be a struggle. She loved the morning team. The male and female anchors were friends, roughly her age, and with her doing weather, they made an excellent attraction for people up that early. The hours, however, were getting to her. In order to start on the air at 5am, she had to be at work at 4am and, with the commute, that meant she was getting up at 3. It didn't suit well with her lingering lifestyle of going out with friends and trying to meet a husband, which was all done well after 7pm, which was when her producer suggested the morning team get to sleep. As her mind raced, she saw blue lights in her rearview.

Shit, she thought. This won't be okay. An hour and a half later, she had finally been booked in to the county jail, changed into the grey jumpsuit reserved for detainees before they "earned the orange" with a conviction, and the officer beside her finally allowed her access to a phone to make a call in an effort to be bailed out. Her family lived on the east coast. She had come to this city, specifically for the job. She didn't have any friends she could ask for $7500. She felt defeated as she picked up the phone and dialed the only number she could think of, knowing there would be a price to pay.

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[RobbieRand]

Robert Randal
42 years old
5'10", 195#; fit, though not some maniacal body builder.
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In contrast to Shelby, Robert Randal was only just beginning his evening. He and a beautiful new client had just shaken hands on her contract and he'd been about to ask if she wanted to go get dinner and maybe a drink to celebrate when his cell vibrated in his suit jacket pocket. Mark didn't recognize the number, but then again he was in the business of meeting new people and making them into the next star, so...

"This is Robbie Randal, speak to me," he said in what he'd always thought was a delightful and playful tone but which some others simply thought was corny. When he heard the voice and the panic in the subsequent explanation of her circumstances, Robbie said, "I'll be right there. You just relax ... take it easy ... don't panic..." He stressed the next part, "...and don't talk to any one. In particular, don't tell anyone who you are or what you do. Understand?"

When he pocketed the phone and was asked by his new client whether everything was okay, Robbie answered, "A client got herself arrested for ... well, irrelevant." He stepped closer, took the client's hand in a shake that had an intimate quality to it, and said, "I'm always here for my clients. Anything they ever need ... anything you ever need ... you just call my number, and I'm there."

They exchanged their farewells, and Robbie hurried to his car and subsequently to the police station. He didn't go to booking on the first floor, however, heading instead for the third floor and the Vice office. The clerk there knew Robbie and gestured him forward, and a moment later Robbie was tapping on the glass of the open door to Lieutenant Mark Thomas's office.

"What did one of your clients do now, Robert old friend?" the man asked as he stood and came over to shake his old high school buddy. They chatted for a while, then -- with the phone number of one of Robbie's more promiscuous friends now programmed into his phone -- the Lieutenant told the other man, "By the time you get downstairs, I'll have her out of the clink."

"Thanks, Mark," Robbie responded, shaking his friend's hand again before pointing at the cell phone and saying, "Half a bottle of wine but no more. Enough to get her to strip, not enough to make her pass out."

They laughed a moment, then Robbie made his way slowly down the stairs, giving his friend time to pull the right strings. Robbie only had to wait a couple of minutes before Shelby was being escorted out to the intake area, now carrying her clothes in her jump suited arms. He only smiled politely, thinking I love having the edge...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Shelby bit her lip as she anxiously listened to the ring tone. It rang a second and a third time, and tears began to fill her eyes.

Please pick up, she thought a split second before the call was answered.

"This is Robbie Randal, speak to me," Robbie had been her local agent during her job search not that long ago. She had found his name on an internet search associated with broadcasting talent and sent him a resume and a head shot. A few days later she received a call and, after letting him work for a few weeks in the region, he had placed her with the current television station. He had told her that most of the girls in these positions were merely weather readers, and her degree as a meteorologist, as well as her prior internships in North Texas, made her valuable, and that he was able to leverage the station for a bit more money. She was, and would be, eternally grateful, but now that she was in trouble, it was his promise that he would always be there for his clients that made her recall his number immediately.

"Robbie, it's Shelby!" She exclaimed quickly, needing to get all the words out as fast as she could. "I got arrested in Galesburg for DWI, and I'm in jail and I'm not even sure what county they have me in. I was just not paying attention and I was going too fast and the officer wouldn't let me just have a warning and he made me do a sobriety test and I just, I couldn't...." Her agent interrupted her.

"I'll be right there," he said.

"But I don't even know where I'm...."

"You just relax," he continued, his voice not seeming to rise at all. "Take it easy. Don't panic." His voice got low and stern. "And don't talk to any one. In particular, don't tell anyone who you are or what you do. Understand?"

"Yeah....I mean....yes. Yes, okay," the girl sighed, her hand raising to wipe a tear first from her left eye and then her right. She looked at the guard nearby. "What.....what county is this?" She said.

"Davison," the guard said, without another word.

"I'm at the police station at the Davison County jail," she told her agent. He assured her he would help her and got off the phone. The guard began withdrawing handcuffs and told her to turn around. Shelby could not believe the situation she was in and did as she was told. "Can I please sit here until my lawyer gets here?" She asked the guard, batting her eyelashes as if he could not tell her face was red, or as if he had not just seen her tearing up.

"No ma'am," the guard said with conviction, allowing her no wiggle room, turning her thumbs up behind her back and causing her back to straighten as he stepped her toward the general population holding cell. There, several other women, many larger and far more rough than her, sat in various stages of inebriation and anger. The guard undid one cuff and re-cuffed her hands in front of her body, and closed the cell door, leaving her afraid and alone with the unsavory people she wanted no part of. She huddled in the corner for over an hour by herself, hoping to just make it out of the cell soon, and wondering how long Robbie Randal would be. The cell suddenly opened after some time more.

"Mays," the guard said. She turned her eager eyes to where he stood. "Get up," he said. "You're free to go." At that, two of the women began mocking her.

"Pretty thing is gonna have to pay the sheriff with her pretty little ass, ain't she?" One of them asked the guard, laughing.

"Bet she already did," the other one said, laughing as well. "Lucky man," she continued. Shelby moved quickly to get out of their way and out of the cell. The guard led her down the hall, closing the women's voices off as he shut the cell door, then turned to a counter where her cuffs were removed and she was given a sealed bag with her clothes - some cute jeans with stylish tears in the thighs and knees, a white tank top and a black sports bra, with a black sports jacket and some 5 inch heels.

"Thank you," she said, taking the bag, before walking with the guard toward the front of the jail. Moments later, she filled out paperwork that released her to the custody of Robbie Randal, who was credited with paying her bond and therefore responsible for seeing she got to her court date in ten days. She felt like a huge loser and hoped she could pay him back someday, somehow. The guard opened the door and she stepped out seeing Randal for the first time in months.

"Thank you so much," she said, not knowing what else to say. "I'm very very sorry about this." She looked in the bag they gave her. "I don't....I don't see my keys in here," she said, looking first at the guard, then to Robbie. "I need my car," she said. "To get home."

 

[RobbieRand]

"You won't need your car," Robbie told his client as he stood to meet and shake hands with Shelby. "I'll get you home. 'sides, I wasn't able to get it out of impound. Tomorrow, next day at the most."

He gestured to the Desk Sergeant, then to the restroom. "Can she change in there, Sarge?" After getting an apathetic nod, Robbie told Shelby, "Get changed, and I'll get you out of here. I already called the Station Manager ... told him you're down with the flu. They brought in the weekend weather girl to cover for you this morning, so ... relax ... I got this."

Robbie had forgotten what a doll Shelby truly was until she came out of the bathroom in her street clothes. She was young enough already, but put her in that outfit, with the way it hugged her youthful, firm curves, and ... Jesus, his cock began swelling in an instant. They turned in her prison clothes and headed out to his Jag.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"You won't need your car," Robbie's words were abrupt and she took pause, unsure of what he meant until he completed his thought. "I'll get you home. 'sides, I wasn't able to get it out of impound. Tomorrow, next day at the most."

Of course, she thought. No way was her car going to be released immediately. And given that she now had a criminal charge and certain fines and punishments to be determined, she wondered in the moment if she would be able to easily get it back at all.

"Oh...okay," she replied. Robbie asked whether she was able to change and the guard consented. She nodded at her agent's instruction, and went to the nearby bathroom. She changed quickly and put herself together, before patting her face with water and then a paper towel, her makeup practically gone and her eyes still a bit puffy. She reflected on what Robbie told her. He had spoken with the station manager. She wasn't stupid. She thought the station manager would wonder why her agent was calling her employer and not their new weather girl herself. She also knew it was likely that they would learn of her charges, as would a local TMZ-style website focused on local "celebrities" and making fun of their condition when it could. She felt dead inside at the thought of what all shit storm would come, as she tugged her hair back into the ponytail she had worn upon arrival, before they took her hair tie. At last she decided she was at least presentable enough to leave. She took the jumpsuit folded on the counter in the restroom and walked out in her heels, looking as she did a few hours ago when she had left the club. She stepped to the guard station and put the clothes in her hands on the counter and turned to Robbie. She was grateful, at least, not to be in the tiny cell with the scary women who had just recently been her cohorts. She opened the door of Robbie's car.

"What now?" She asked, not clear whether she meant for the night or in the bigger scheme. She knew she was in trouble. She only hoped to minimize the damage, keep her job, and not be forced out of town before her career had truly gotten underway.

 

[RobbieRand]

"Now..." Robbie said, taking Shelby by the elbow and turning her for the door, "...we get the hell out of here before anyone we care about see you ... and we get you to bed for a much needed sleep."

At the door, Robbie looked for any sign of people with people with cameras or cell phones -- which, of course, are the new camera -- and not seeing any walked her out into the darkness and toward his car. He explained on the way, "I don't want you to worry about anything. I got this. This is what I do, take care of my people."

It was ... and it wasn't. Robbie's job was to find his client's work, from which he got a nice little cut of 15%, which was midrange in his industry. If they didn't work and get paid, neither did he. So, protecting them was a feature of his services. But bribing high ranking police officials, covering up arrests, and suppressing evidence went above and beyond, and even the additional 5-10% that some of the most dedicated of agents charged wasn't enough to compensate Robbie for the potential of going to jail himself!

"Hop in," he told her once they'd reached his Jaguar, "and I'll get you out of here."

Once they were on the road, Robbie explained, "I'm taking you to my place, Shelby. Just in case the word is out, the last thing you need is to face the paparazzi outside your place."

It wasn't much of a drive, just 8 minutes, during which Robbie tried to keep Shelby's mind off her troubles by asking her about her family and her new job. He got the distinct feeling that it wasn't working. After they left the highway and zipped up a curving country road for a couple of miles, Robbie shot up a cobblestone driveway and through a wrought iron gate that opened automatically at sensing his approach. Another quarter mile later and he was stopping before a McMansion with a circle driveway wrapping around an elegant fountain.

"Home sweet home," he said, hopping out to come around to Shelby's door. Offering her a hand to exit, Robbie watched the woman's long legs stretching out, parted for just long enough to get a look at her crotch and imagine being there. He almost purred aloud at the hunger that having her here was causing. "I have a spare room upstairs all made up for you."

As he again held her elbow with a gentlemanly touch, Robbie was already calculating the speed at which he thought he could proceed ... to get Shelby out of her clothes and in his bed to repay him for all he was going to do for her.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Shelby started a bit at his touch on her arm before opening the door for her. She agreed that sleep was in order and tomorrow, no matter what happened, was probably going to suck. She thought it odd that he was so vigilant, concerned about paparazzi and all, because the truth was she was a local weather caster on the 5am news in a middle sized city in middle America. She wasn't famous - not in the general sense of the term. At least, she didn't think so. She walked with him to the car and listened to his assurances of taking care of his clients.

"Thank you," she said, turning toward him. "I appreciate everything, really."

"Hop in," he said, as if her thanks was of little concern. She admired his generosity, and she got in the car.

"My apartment is in midtown," she said. "I can use my code to get in." Her agent shut down the idea.

"I'm taking you to my place, Shelby."

"Oh," she said, her hands folded in her lap, unsuspecting, as he continued.

"Just in case the word is out, the last thing you need is to face the paparazzi outside your place." She nodded silently, again amused by his vigilance against a threat she didn't perceive. She was far more worried about her boss in the coming days. Paparazzi wouldn't be necessary once her mugshot got out and/or she got fired. Her fear was more than imminent and real. The anxiety was broken up by Robbie's small talk, and he told her about things in her life as he asked over the not unpleasant, very brief drive, but it did not go away. She looked out the window as the Jaguar pressed up a sharp hill, through some thick pines and around a bend where a gate opened to a rather large, beautiful manse. She wondered what the grounds looked like during the day as she took in the large home, lit by sconce lighting along selective walls that made it look like a beautiful peaceful castle overlooking a lake far below, from which she could see the moon's reflection.

"This is really nice," she said, somewhat in awe.

"Home sweet home," Randall replied. In a moment she took his hand and pulled herself out of the car, her heels clicking on the cobblestone drive. "I have a space room upstairs all made up for you."

"For.....me?" She asked, curious. There was no way he knew she would get arrested for doing something stupid. Surely he simply means a nice guest room, she thought, as he lightly touched her once again. She began to walk with him toward the house.

 

[RobbieRand]

The guest room was probably larger than Shelby's entire apartment downtown. He could see in her face that she was impressed, causing him to chuckle a bit.

"I came from money, in case you were wondering," Robbie began as he walked about the room, getting her comfortable. He retrieved extra pillows from a walk in closet, as well as extra towels and a long, thick, comfy cotton robe from a smaller closet next to the room's private bathroom as he continued, "My father was a Wall Street lawyer, my mother the daughter, granddaughter, and great granddaughter of old money. I grew up one of those spoiled little rich kids who never wanted for anything."

He pressed a button, causing the vertical blinds to open, revealing tall French doors which Robbie opened to reveal a spectacular view of the private lake available only to the two dozen estates that encircled it. He gestured Shelby to follow with a curling finger as he went on, "I could have sat back and lived on the interest from my trust fund. But ... I wanted to be out in the world, making my own money. More than anything, I'd wanted to be an actor ... to be a Hollywood star. I took some acting classes ... even got into a program in New York. But ... I didn't have what it took."

He pointed toward a distant castle-like McMansion lit up like something out of a Disney princess movie, telling Shelby it was one of Barbara Streisand's seasonal getaways. He went back to his own tale as he turned his guest back into her room, "So, following the old proverb of Those who can, do; those who can't, teach ... I taught acting for a while, only to find out that I hated it. Which brings us to what I do today, find other actors work, as I did with you."

He stopped to look Shelby as she looked about the room. She was simply delicious in her tight fitting jeans and top, and he wanted her so badly. He always had. But in the past, when he was just another old guy with nothing to offer a beautiful, sexy rising star ... when that star had simply been out of his league, Robbie had something to offer her now.

What he had to offer wasn't those things his previously unknown money could buy her.

What he had to offer Shelby was the protection from finding herself behind bars ... from having her career destroyed even before it had taken off ... from ending up standing beside the latest models at the car shore in a bikini or carrying heavy blue plate specials through a crowded freeway rest stop greasy spoon.

"So ... make yourself comfortable," he told her, inconspicuously reaching down to rearrange his erection into a less obvious position. "I was going to open a bottle of wine before bed. Interested?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The room was nothing short of amazing. Shelby had not seen a Ritz Carlton, but imagined this could put one to shame. The master bath looked enormous, the suite had a living room, a bedroom with a double king bed, a walk in closet, and any amenity she might need. She thought she could live in this room alone and have everything she could need and more. Her attention shifted when Robbie began telling her about his background. She found his offerings as he spoke to be kind. First some extra pillows. Then towels and a robe. She wondered why he continued to work if he had family money. She didn't think that she'd be able to and would instead travel or simply party until the money ran out, knowing it never would. As he spoke, Robbie caused the shades to swing open in a massive panoramic display of a view she could only describe as truly breathtaking. She followed the agent onto the large balcony.

"This is amazing," she said when his words paused. "But who is Barbara Streisand?" Robbie continued without answering her question, describing how he taught actors and how he found them work. "I'm not......an actress," Shelby thought only to herself, politely hoping not to offend. She stepped back into the main room, looking around at so much extravagance.

"So ... make yourself comfortable," Robbie concluded. "I was going to open a bottle of wine before bed. Interested?" Shelby still felt a raw headache behind and beneath her eyes, the mark of a mild hangover that she knew would get worse in the morning light.

"I.....really appreciate this," she said to Robbie. "But I've had enough to drink tonight," she paused and looked at her feet. "Obviously." She looked at the robe now laying on the bed, thinking it might be too hot. "Do you just have like a.....maybe a long tee shirt I could sleep in?" She asked. She looked back at him, making sure to be clear she did not want to be an imposition. "I can get an Uber in the morning."

 

[RobbieRand]

He returned from his own bedroom, which was down the hall two doors, handing Shelby a button up shirt. Robbie loved the look of a woman in a man's button up shirt. He lied, "All my tee shirts are at the laundry."

Robbie headed off, telling Shelby he was going to get that bottle and maybe some snacks. "I'll check on you when I get back up. Feel free to shower if you need."

He waggled an extended finger toward the bathroom door as if she needed directions, then headed out. He wore a wide smirk as he calculated in his head how long he needed to be away to ensure he arrived back at her room after she left the shower but before she was in bed asleep. He chuckled to himself, thinking You're a bad, bad man Robbie ol' boy.

Downstairs Robbie prepared a tray of meats, cheeses, and crackers, opened a bottle of good wine, and snatched up a pair of long stemmed flutes before heading back upstairs. He had no idea what to expect when he got back upstairs, nor did he really know what he wanted. He wanted Shelby, but he knew he wasn't her type. And while he planned on using what he'd done for her to finally have her, he knew that she wouldn't yet understand, let alone appreciate all he'd done or would do in the future. No, he wanted her now, but ... it was too soon. Probably.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Thank you," Shelby said when Robbie handed her a clean dress shirt, careful not to raise an eyebrow at the formality of her new sleepwear. She supposed she could maybe sleep in her tank top and panties if the shirt proved uncomfortable. She took him up on the offer to shower, taking enough time to wash her hair and bathe the stench of jail off of her body before pulling on her panties once more. She opened the drawers beneath one sink, then another before finding men's and women's supplies, as if in a high end hotel. She bent low to pull a hair dryer from its faux velvet case, and smiled at the simple things comfort could provide as she dried her hair enough to sleep comfortably, then pulled it back into a tighter ponytail than before. She tossed the towel over the shower wall to allow it to dry, then stepped out into the bedroom, where she grabbed the shirt and slowly buttoned it from the bottom up, leaving three buttons open, covering her bare chest, her stomach, and just past her cash and prizes.

For a few moments she forgot about just how much trouble she was in. She wondered how this was going to go over at work. She expected to be fired outright, and probably quickly, as professionals in her field tended to have zero tolerance. Shelby returned to the bathroom, rubbed some moisturizer on her face and beneath her eyes, rubbed lotion over her still smooth legs that she had shaved that afternoon before going out, and then returned once more to the suite. She wandered into the kitchen area and found coffee pods and began making a single cup, hoping to sober up a bit more and get ready to sleep off any worries until at least in the morning. She wondered just how much Robbie would be able to help, if at all, though she was grateful to no longer be in a harsh, disgusting cell.

 

[RobbieRand]

(OOC: In the pic below, imagine this face and not quite so buff a body. Although Robbie is fit, he doesn't look like he spends hours a day in a gym.)

My god, I'm good...

Robbie timing had been perfect. He'd returned to the second floor and reached the guest room's slightly cracked door just in time to see Shelby -- dressed in nothing more than her panties and a happier expression -- exiting the bathroom to retrieve his tee shirt from the bed. He stepped up closer to the door, admiring her delicious body as his cock swelled to it fullest. She was simply incredible, with those long sleek legs and tight breasts with their nipples pert against the slight chill in the room.

That did it: Robbie was going to make his move tonight.

He set the tray, bottle, and glasses aside on a small table, went to his own room to shower and change. When he returned to Shelby's room with the treats again in his hand, Robbie was dressed ready for bed ... or something he really wanted to do.
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[CarnivalBarker]

"Oh, hey," Shelby said as her door opened and Robbie came back into the room. His failure to knock unnerved her already frazzled senses a bit more than was comfortable and she found his attire a bit.....something. Casual? Forward? It didn't matter. It was his home and it was late. She couldn't fault him for wanting to be comfortable, but she didn't exactly plan on a cozy happy hour in the middle of the night. She looked at the things he had with him and gave a tight grin. She lifted her cup as if to display it. "Just coffee for me," she said. She changed the subject, unable to think of anything but the situation she was now in. "I was wondering," she paused. "What do I need to say to the station?" She asked. "To keep my job?" She felt like a helpless little girl. At 25, she was a grown up and, though she had thought herself to be ready to be one, her decisions and now her problems suggested otherwise. She was not proud. But she wanted the work, wanted the job, and wanted to not throw away her career so quickly for something so dumb. "What do you think will happen?"

 

[RobbieRand]

"Just coffee for me."

"You should stay away from the caffeine," Robbie said politely, setting the other goodies aside on a small dining-like table just left of the door before looking back to Shelby, saying, "You really need to relax."

It was pretty obvious to Robbie, though, that his guest was and would be anything but relaxed for the meantime. She asked, "I was wondering ... What do I need to say to the station? To keep my job? What do you think will happen?"

"Nothing's going to happen, Shelby," Robbie said with a reassuring though feigned tone as he moved closer to her. He reached out to take her upper arms in his gentle grip, telling her, "And you don't have to tell the Station anything. I'm going to take care of this ... take care of you."

He moved closer to her, until there was only an inch or so between his chest and her breasts. He was inside her comfort zone he could tell as he told her in a softer tone, "Trust me, Shelby. I'm not going to let this end your career. You're safe in my hands."

He met her gaze and gave her a reassuring smile. The lust for her was building exponentially within Robbie, and even though he knew he shouldn't do it, he intended on pulling Shelby closer to him, intended on their bodies meeting, intended on leaning in and kissing her...

Would she allow it, or stop him?

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Shelby leaned back as far as she could, hesitant to allow anything to happen and unsure why it was. As Robbie leaned closer, she said nothing. She had been around pushy boys since she was fifteen, and was an expert at turning to give them the cheek, which she finally did, while putting her hands up to Robbie's chest. At the same time, she was always polite, and now was no different.

"Oh, um......Robbie, uh.....I really can't right now," she said. "This was all sort of....too much and I just am not......there," her eyes plead with him to not push the issue. At the same time, she knew he had helped her and still would. She felt nearly guilty, but he was her agent. She thought there was surely a line there that should not be crossed. "Rain check?" She said in a voice suggesting she was serious while knowing good and well she was not. "I'm sorry I just....I don't feel well after everything that happened." Her eyebrows both raised, as if asking the simplest of questions. "Okay?"

 

[RobbieRand]

Shelby's reaction to his pass didn't surprise Robbie, of course, though it did disappoint him. And while he would have backed off if the same rejection had happened under any other circumstances, he didn't now.

"Oh, I ... I guess ... I guess I misunderstood."

His tone was meant to sound casually surprised, as if it would never have occurred to him that she would say no. He kept hold of her upper arms, though not tight enough that if she wanted, she couldn't very easily pull away. Robbie wasn't about to force himself on her. She either gave in to him tonight ... or he kept the pressure on until she did, no matter how long it took. If he didn't have her tonight, then maybe tomorrow ... or the next day.

He continued in a non-threatening tone, "I just ... I just thought that after the risks I took to get you clear of all that ... that you'd ... well..."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Shelby's shoulders dropped as she realized why her agent was being so kind. She suddenly felt in more danger than she had in the jail. Is that what this is about? she thought to herself. She fought tears coming from her eyes. Tonight had been the worst of her life and she felt it was getting worse already. More, she knew there was nobody else she could call. Her parents were a plane ride away. Her co-workers were asleep. Her boss thought she was sick and not the prey of her very own agent. And the friends she had been out with could not likely find the man's house because she didn't pay enough attention to the directions. Her play was to keep him away and off of her as long as perhaps she could, but right away she felt like she knew that the price for his assistance would we the currency she carried every day onto the air and under her clothes. She felt sick to her stomach in an instant and wondered about her own resolve. She decided her first option was to play dumb.

"That I would.....what?" She asked. Perhaps if forced to be direct or bold, he would wither and his own embarrassment would carry him out of her presence away from this mission he had started upon. She feared for her safety, and thoughts of what she would do if she simply could no longer get by saying no flew through her head. Her eyes watched his to see if any right feelings hid behind his actions. She prayed silently that she would not be his night's prey.

 

[RobbieRand]

"Well ... you know," he said with a polite smile. He pulled her closer to him, until the nipples still hard against the light chill in the room touched his chest. "That you'd show me some appreciation."

As soon as he finished the word, he tilted his head and began to lean in for a kiss...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Oh," she said in her most naive sounding voice, her focus becoming survival as much as compliance. She wasn't afraid of Robbie, but she had not ever been a slut either and she wasn't proud of the situation she found herself in. She was determined that perhaps she could get away with showing some "appreciation," as he suggested, without giving him everything. It was always possible that a guy would accept simply making out if she could give reason for him to take that and nothing more. She kissed him back as he leaned in, first simply her lips meeting his, then a second time, before letting his tongue explore hers, showing she was willing enough, but not an eager participant. She felt his body pressed into hers and cursed herself as she felt aroused. Nobody could kiss like that and not feel something, she reassured herself, though stopping and pulling back once again, her eyes scanning his to see if he was satisfied.

"I am very appreciative," she said, her arm patting his before rubbing lightly up and down his shoulder and upper arm. "I just can't........tonight." She cursed herself again at her hedge. She did not want to hook up with her agent. But her words and her body suggested that such might be an option in another day or two. She was soft in her deflection and rejection. She kissed him again as if to reassure him of her words, though she didn't truly mean them. "I think I just need to go to sleep tonight," she said, finally actively trying to extrapolate herself from this awkward situation. She hoped it would work and worried it would not.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robbie had expected reluctance, of course, and even resistance. He got both, and while a gentleman would have let Shelby go when she began to pull from him, Robbie instead tightly his grip just enough to let her know he wasn't done with her yet.

"Not tonight," he repeated her word, looking into her eyes and stressing, "but soon ... yes?"

Robbie listened to her response then released his grip on her with a feigned smile of joy. He was horribly disappointed, as his quickly deflating erection could attest. He glanced about the room, spotting the wine again and asking Shelby is she was sure she didn't want any. He hadn't expected anything more than a no, so he took up the bottle and glasses and turned for the door. He stopped at it before departing, hesitating a moment before turning back to ogle Shelby one last time.

"I'm sorry you went through this tonight, Shelby," he said with a genuine tone, meaning the arrest, of course, not his pass. "But don't you worry about anything. I'm going to take good care of you."

They exchanged their goodnights, and he went downstairs to the home's game room. He pushed the balls around on the pool table as he walked about it, drinking straight from the wine bottle. He fantasized about laying the weather girl back on the table, thighs apart, knees high as he pounded hard into her, the sweat of her orgasming body darkening the green felt.

Eventually, he simply fell into a big, comfortable chair, finished the bottle, unzipped to masturbate, then pulled an afghan over him to fall into a sound sleep.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Not tonight," Robbie said, "but soon ... yes?" Shelby was mortified. He had taken her words precisely as she worried he would.

"I, ah......." she stammered. Her agent gave a broad grin, releasing her from his close grip, and pulled away. She had certainly sent him the wrong message. The added kiss had been too much. She watched him in silence as he walked to the remaining wine where he picked it up and offered her more. "No thank you," she said, embarrassed that she sounded like a little girl. She felt cold as he stopped on his way out and checked her out from head to toe, certainly thinking thoughts that she had not idea that he would ever think. He had almost been fatherly in his approach to finding her a job and now this.

"I'm sorry you went through this tonight, Shelby," he said. She simply smiled politely and thanked him with her eyes, hesitant to say another word. "But don't you worry about anything. I'm going to take good care of you." She sighed when the door closed behind him, and she stepped across the room to quietly lock it from the inside before turning her back to rest against it as she closed her eyes and considered all of the terrible circumstances she had put herself into tonight. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at her feet before her realizing she still had on the man's shirt. She quickly discarded it, the little bit of control she had over the situation, and changed into her tank top, which left a small strip of skin around her waist where it did not quite drop to the band of her little gray and blue striped panties. In moments she was beneath the covers of the bed, crying herself to sleep.

**********​

The morning broke before the sun was up and Shelby sat up in bed, reached for the channel changer, and clicked on the television on the far wall of the room, finding the station on which she would have normally been. The female anchor wrapped a story about a local crime wave, shared a brief cross chat with the male anchor, and then tossed the broadcast to weather.

"Meteorologist Shelby Mays is feeling under the weather, so to speak," the female anchor, her friend Stephanie Shamroe, said. "So filling in for us today is Ashley Templeton. Ashley?" The screen was filled with a tower view of the metropolitan area, the sun beginning to come up to the left of the screen, and graphics filling the screen as a pretty brunette stepped into the frame, wearing a royal blue and black bandage dress.

"Thank you Stephanie, and good morning everyone," the girl began. Shelby crossed her arms, furious at herself. Ashley Templeton was her same age, a weather reader and not a meteorologist, and someone that Shelby believed wanted her job. In fact, she had applied for it once it had been open and, though the girl was pretty, Shelby believed that she had slept with someone to even be considered. She had not been a meteorologist and she had little on camera experience and it showed, as the girl had difficulty with several of the spots during her five minutes on screen. Shelby fumed. The broadcast looked like hell, she was sure to get in trouble for being charged with a crime, and this bitch was a candidate for her job though neither she nor the studio could have possibly known it yet. It was, however, only a matter of time before word got out about her arrest. She sighed and began to cry again. After nodding off and waking up nearly an hour later, she stretched, cleaned her face and made herself presentable, though her only clothes were the ones she had worn the night before. Once satisfied she would not appear purely disgusting, she opened the door and began to wander downstairs, finding her way into the kitchen where she began making herself coffee, committed that it was time to go home and get her life back in order, just as soon as she found Robbie.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robbie awoke slowly, his still-alcohol-clouded mind only allowing small degrees of consciousness to slowly break through. It took a minute or two of blinking his eyes before they opened against the glare of the morning sun streaming in through the game room's windows. Within seconds of one another two important facts leapt into Robbie's mind: first, he had a sexy, female guest in the house he needed to connive; and second, he still had his dick in his hand from beating off the night before.

Padding down the hallway in his stocking feet, Robbie caught sight of Shelby in the kitchen. Still in her tight fitting jeans, her back side -- that delicious firm ass -- was so enticing that Robbie wanted to just walk up behind her, bend her over the table, and do her right there, reminding her Your ass is mine figuratively and now I want it literally. But he restrained himself, realizing he'd pushed too hard the night before. Lacking subtlety, he told himself several times between finishing off the wine and finishing off his cock the night before.



"Meteorologist Shelby Mays is feeling under the weather, so to speak," the female anchor was repeating for the 8am broadcast of the morning news just as Robbie entered the kitchen, dressed in his typical daily non-meeting-day wear, a sports jacket, jeans, and cowboy boots. He smiled to Shelby, who was sitting at the table with a rather interesting expression on her face as the anchor introduced for the second time that morning, "Filling in today is Ashley Templeton. Ashley?"

"You know, she's a client," Robbie said, eying the sexy weather girl. Ashley was just beginning the a report on the temperatures in Mexico, a feature this week because the World Cup Finals were being held in Mexico City. She did her best to pronounce the names of the cities to the south with a touch of accent but failed. Robbie laughed, saying as he headed for the coffee pot, "I think what little Spanish she knows she learned at Taco Bell..."

He turned with his mug steaming from the hot brew and added with a wide smirk, "...while operating the register of the drive through."

It was well known to everyone at the station that despite her obvious talents -- talents emphasized by that dress, Jesus! -- Ashley was little more than curves and expensive dental work. But, she'd increased weekend news viewership 23% over the previous weather reader, a 64 year old man in a three piece suit and a bow tie. The only reason the station hadn't gone with her for the morning program is the research that the morning weekday viewership had a 72% higher trust value in an actual meteorologist, which Shelby was, of course.

Robbie watched the girl his friends called Ashley "The Tempest" Templeton for a moment, sipping carefully at his mug, before murmuring just loud enough for Shelby to hear, "Jesus ... if I could just get her into a well paying gig ... 15% of those curves'll get me that boat I've been looking at."

He shrugged, looked to Shelby, and said with a pert tone, "How about breakfast? I make one helluva an omelet. Do you eat meat?"

Robbie spun and began collecting all of the ingredients and cooking needs for whipping up breakfast as he animatedly talked about some ridiculous video he'd seen about one his clients, a coke addicted internet sensation who'd made a small fortune out of combining Punk'd-like antics with greats amounts of vulgar language and ample obscenities. Robbie acted as if what had happened to Shelby the night before, what had happened between them afterward, and what he'd said about Ashley were the farthest things from his mind. His still-slightly-aching brain never stopped sending words to his mouth until he'd slipped a spatula under Shelby's omelet, and slid the plate across the breakfast table at her.

"Okay, so about last night," he suddenly said out of the blue. His tone seemed genuine as he went on, even though it wasn't. "I wanted to apologize for ... well, for what I did. You were vulnerable ... dealing with what could be a career ending mistake -- an accident! Not even your fault!"

It was, of course. People didn't accidently get drunk and drive. They only accidentally got caught at it. But, that wouldn't have served Robbie's purpose, so...

"So, let's forget I tried to get you out of your clothes and into my bed," he said bluntly, "and let's deal with this as professionals, shall we?"

He plopped his own omelet onto a plate and sat down across from Shelby, asking with a casual attitude that he knew would affect Shelby deep in her soul, "So ... what did you see yourself doing after the morning news? Advertising maybe? There's a lot of money to be made in promoting products on those shopping channels. Or I hear Entertainment Tonight is looking for someone to cover Red Carpet events."

He stuffed his mouth full of egg and mushroom as he stared at Shelby, thinking to himself You don't want me to fuck you ... let's see how the world fucks you when the mug shots I paid big bucks for get out.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"You know, she's a client," Robbie's voice broke Shelby's trance as she watched the television, only to allow herself to turn back and see the disaster on screen. She listened carefully to his remaining comments and wondered if he ever said anything so negative about her. She smirked at his comment about Ashley working at Taco Bell. But she knew the risk of letting the girl on television get any sort of following because it could mean a replacement, even if she wouldn't be imminently fired for bad judgment and a pending criminal record. She listened to Robbie mention Ashley's curves and felt sick to her stomach, remembering both what had happened last night and the prospects that he had gotten her the job she currently held and there was little reason to believe he could facilitate her replacement. She was both annoyed and relieved when he changed subjects.

"How about breakfast? I make one helluva an omelet. Do you eat meat?" He asked.

"Um.....yeah," she replied, distracted by how bad she felt about her life in this moment. She turned her attention to him cooking once the weather reader went off and the actual anchors returned. Robbie finally touched on the events from before, prior to her ever getting any chance to engage in any meaningful conversation.

"Okay, so about last night," he said, causing her to pay closer attention. "I wanted to apologize for ... well, for what I did. You were vulnerable ... dealing with what could be a career ending mistake -- an accident! Not even your fault!"

"Thanks," she said, not wanting to discuss any of it, though he continued, in stark terms that she did not feel were necessary since they had both been there.

"So, let's forget I tried to get you out of your clothes and into my bed," he said. "And let's deal with this as professionals, shall we?" She wanted to scream. She wanted answers. She wanted to know what to do. She watched him serve their meal and sit across from her. "So," he began once more. "What did you see yourself doing after the morning news? Advertising maybe? There's a lot of money to be made in promoting products on those shopping channels. Or I hear Entertainment Tonight is looking for someone to cover Red Carpet events." She could not so easily transition. It was her mess not his, so she understood his flippant demeanor. She poked at her food until finally saying what was on her mind.

"What's next?" She asked. The long pause in the air held before she clarified. "I mean....what do I do now? They're going to find out.....when? Today? Tomorrow?" She asked about her station producers. "And what happens then?" She pushed her food aside, barely touched, and opted for some coffee. She thought back to a time when she had been in college, a bit of a party girl, a time when she had been convinced to try cocaine, and the blast to her mind and senses that took everything away. She wished, deep down, that she had some of that relief now, for she saw no good way out of her predicament. "They're going to fire me," she said, expecting answers from the only person she knew that might be able to help.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robbie let Shelby sit in quiet for a long moment before sipping at his coffee, then telling her, "You're not going to be fired."

He rose to retrieve the pot and top off both of their coffee mugs before sitting down again. What he told her next was part truth, part lie, as he'd already fully taken care of the situation. Robbie had already collected the arrest report, the mug shots, and the finger print cards. It was as if Shelby's arrest had never occurred. But, telling her that did nothing for Robbie, so ... he wasn't about to tell her that.

"For now, you're in the clear," he told her with a reassuring tone and, reaching out, a soft pat on her forearm. "The arrest report, pics, and prints ... they're all sitting in a drawer rather than being processed. However ... that's just a temporary thing. Now ... I can make it go away permanently, but ... it's not going to be cheap. However..."

Robbie sipped at his coffee again, and leaned forward in his chair. "It's not going to be cheap. We're talking about bribes for an arrest officer ... a desk sergeant ... the Shift Captain. Plus, I have to get my hands on the originals of all of that stuff ... pics, prints, reports. Now, I can do this, Shelby. I want to do this ... for you. But..."

Robbie lowered his eyes to his plate for a moment, then with a slow, almost reluctant sounding tone told her, "I apologized for my behavior last night ... for hitting on you in a moment of vulnerability. However ... now that that moment has passed..."

He gave Shelby a moment to understand where the conversation was heading before finishing, "Shelby ... I've ... I've always had an interest in you ... a romantic interest ... and-- but... I'm your agent, and I always thought it might be inappropriate for me to ... you know ... express that interest. But now ... what with the current situation ... what with what it will take me to make this go away ... I'm thinking that ... maybe..."

He stopped there, wanting her to complete his thinking in her own mind ... then respond in her own way...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Shelby felt great relief when her agent told her she would not be fired. It was the first good news she had felt since the previous night's events. She would be grateful if he was right. She listened to him elaborate and watched him as he added coffee to her cup.

"For now, you're in the clear," he told her. For now? She thought, frustrated. "The arrest report, pics, and prints ... they're all sitting in a drawer rather than being processed." She sighed silently. The idea of all of the documentation on her little indiscretion was overwhelming. "However ... that's just a temporary thing. Now ... I can make it go away permanently, but ... it's not going to be cheap." Her eyes narrowed a bit as she took in what he was getting at. Of course it's not. She crossed her arms, skeptical. "We're talking about bribes for an arrest officer ... a desk sergeant ... the Shift Captain. Plus, I have to get my hands on the originals of all of that stuff ... pics, prints, reports. Now, I can do this, Shelby. I want to do this ... for you. But..."

"I'm listening," she interjected, indicating a willingness to play on his terms to make things go away, not knowing at all how she would free up extra cash to grease the skids needed to make things happen.

"I apologized for my behavior last night," Robbie began, now with her full attention. "For hitting on you in a moment of vulnerability. However ... now that that moment has passed..." She could hardly believe what she was hearing, and her eyes narrowed a tiny bit more.

"You want me to let you fuck me," she said, pointedly. "I cannot believe this." Robbie started to speak again.

"Shelby, I've always had an interest in you - a romantic interest. And...but I'm your agent, and I always thought it might be inappropriate for me to ... you know ... express that interest."

"It is," she said, still frustrated by the idea of her circumstance.

"But now, what with the current situation, what with what it will take me to make this go away, I'm thinking that maybe," his words trailed off and she sat staring at him for a moment. She had questions, though the answers to each of them probably didn't matter as much as the ones she finally asked.

"When do I have to decide? And what if I say no?"