"You Deserve More Than This" (closed)

[KyleReevis]

"You Deserve More Than This"

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Barton Lee (Image)
55 years old
5' 10", 195#, fit and healthy



Barton Lee had been in the small burg of Hanson's Turn for almost two weeks now, overseeing his latest acquisition, the Hanover Steel Company. As with most of the companies he took over, HSC was a small company with big debt yet even bigger potential. The Administration had promised to Make America Great Again, and that meant spending billions of dollars on infrastructure. And that, Barton knew, meant a need for American steel.

Despite the deal signing being just a few hours away, the last thing on Barton's mind right now was steel. Every morning since arriving in Hanson's Turn, Barton had come here to Max's for a carafe of coffee and the breakfast special. And every morning, the same waitress was there to serve him. Every morning. For thirteen mornings. Thirteen mornings in a row! Barton wouldn't have thought that too out of the ordinary, out here in the boonies where the work place rules concerning number of hours and days worked were sometimes ignored by employers and employees who both were only trying to survive.

But this young woman's work ethic went far beyond just breakfast. Barton had also been at Max's every midday for the lunch special and every evening for the blue plate special. And every midday and every evening, that same waitress had walked up to Barton's table with that same exhausted but obligatory smile to take his order. After the fifth or sixth day, Barton had flagged down the cook, who he learned was also the owner, and casually asked about the waitress, wondering whether she was the man's daughter. That would have made sense of her seemingly never ending work shift. But no. She was just a local girl who, in the line cook's own words, had no way out of this dead end life.

Well, maybe she hadn't had a way out. But now, she had Barton Lee.

"Would you sit with me for a moment?" he asked when the young beauty brought the check on a little plastic tray with the customary, plastic wrapped, spearmint candy. "I'd like to talk to you a moment. Oh don't worry, I cleared it with Max."

(OOC: I am going to PM you some questions from Barton that you can feel free to incorporate into your post if you wish without thinking you are "god moding" him. )

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily Sampson (Picture)
25 years old
5'4, 34B, 127 lbs. 34-23-34. Althetic and small framed but not too skinny.


Lily really wanted more but was stuck. With the mill all but closed, she had to work all the time. It wasn't uncommon for her to work from open to close and only have maybe 3 days off a month. She loved the diner but wanted to get out. Every day for the past 2 weeks, the same guy came in for every meal. She was very grateful for his business because no matter how cheap his meal was, he always tipped her $5. As a waitress, she depended on the tips.

As she brought him the check, he asked her to sit down. After a brief moment of consideration she nods and sits down across from him. As she sits, she smiles at him. "What can I help you with Mr. Lee?" Barton looks at her as a smile spreads on his face. "Lily, can I buy you breakfast?" Surprised by the question, Lily looked at him with amusement. "No thank you Mr. Lee. I'll eat something between the breakfast rush and lunch rush." Barton chuckled at her response. "Have you always lived in Hanson's Turn?" He asked. Lily watched him, trying to figure out the purpose of this line of questioning. "Yes, I have. Born and raised...sadly" The last word she muttered under her breath. He caught what she muttered and decided to let it go for now. He moved on to his next question, wanting to learn more about her. "You have family here I assume?" Lily looked over at Max to make sure he didn't need her yet. Seeing as Barton was the only customer in Max's currently, she answered. "Yes, my parents. My older brother left 10 years ago." Barton nodded in understanding before throwing out another question. "Did they work at the mill?" Lily looked down and pretended to brush some crumbs onto the floor. "Yeah... They both did. My Dad still does but money is still tight. Any money that I want to save up ends up going to them so they don't lose the house."

Lily looked a bit uncomfortable but also glad to be sitting. She had been on her feet since getting there at 5. It was already an exhausting morning but she would just have more coffee and keep moving.

 

[KyleReevis]

"Times have been tough for everyone," Barton said with a sincere tone of sympathy. "Hard times for all."

He understood the impact of the recent Great Recession. He'd lost over a quarter of a billion dollars in the collapse, some in real estate, some in the financial markets. Oh, it wasn't as if he'd ever faced losing his house, like Lily's parents. And it wasn't like a bad week of tips would keep him from buying a new pair of sneakers at the local Payless Shoes as he noticed Lily obviously needed to do. So, maybe he didn't understand it, at least not like the young waitress sitting before him.

"What you need is a day off," Barton said, smiling. "A spa day. You ever been to one of those fancy day spas in the City?"

He listened to her response, then catching Max's attention, waved the man over. When the cafe's owner asked what was up, Barton said, "Lily here needs a day off. Two maybe. I don't suppose you have someone who can cover her shifts?"

Even before Barton finished, Max was laughing. He said with a mix of humor and dead seriousness, "For what I pay, hell, I can't even get an illegal through the doors to do this work."

Barton laughed with the man, then asked, "What do you clear on an average week day?"

Max looked uncomfortable with the question.

"I don't mean to get personal, Max," Barton reassured the man. "Seriously, though. At day's end, how much do you think you're gonna stick in your pocket. Take home..." Barton gave the blonde a glance and smile, continuing, "After Lily's major pay day, I mean."

Again Max laughed. He'd always felt guilty that he couldn't pay Lily more. Hell, because he had to pay health benefits if she worked over 30 hours a week, she worked almost as many hours off the clock as on it, for tips only. Max looked to Barton and -- feeling a sudden and unexpected kinship with the fellow businessman -- admitted, "I'll be lucky to clear a hun'rd bucks."

"A hundred...?" Barton asked with a doubtful tone. He caught the sheepish expression in Max's face, then asked, "Less probably ... right?"

Max shrugged. "Seems like a lot'a work for nothing, don't it?"

"No!" Barton countered quickly. "Without our work, without our accomplishments in life, we aren't men. Yes?"

The two nodded to one another, each of them knowing how important a good day's work was to a man, whether it was flipping burgers or flipping steel mills.

"But ... all work and no play..." Barton didn't finish the proverb, instead pulling out his thick wad of greenbacks. He ripped off four one hundred dollar bills and set them before Max. "Why don't you put a sign in the door that says closed for renovations and take a couple of days. You deserve it, don't you think?"

Max stared at the bills with wide eyes for a moment before saying, "I don't know. Shut down the cafe?" He looked to Lily, then back to Barton asking with humor, "What the hell would Lily do with a day off? She’d be lost. Probably get herself arrested for what not.”

Barton laughed, looked to the beauty, smiled, and offered, "Oh, I'm sure she'll find something to do."

He looked back to Max and sensed continuing reluctance. He ripped off four more hundreds and set them atop the first four.

After a moment, Max snatched up the bills, thumbed through them as if he'd never held so much money at one time in all his 60 years of life, then looked to Lily with a delighted smile. "Take a couple of days off after lunch. I'm going fishing!"

Max thanked Barton, promised him a whole pie ala mode -- the man from out of town had had a slice of a different flavor pie each dinner -- and shook hands before departing with a wide grin.

Barton looked back to Lily and, after a moment of just staring into her beautiful eyes, asked, "So ... I leave after the contract signing at 3pm. Interested in a couple of days in the City?"

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily looked at Barton in surprise. "No, I haven't. I've never had the money for that and I can't afford time off." Lily sat there figeting uncomfortablely while Max and Barton talked. She knew the diner wasn't doing well but she was still shocked by what little take home he got. It was amazing that it was still running.

As Max said that she wouldn't know what to do with a day off, she laughed nervously. She didn't want to to admit that he was right. Her days were spent here and then she would go home after a very long day and help her parents around the house. Then she would go to bed and do it all over again the next day.

She took the time to look over Barton. He was older but handsome and apparently rather rich with how he was just flashing it around. She was very unsure of how to handle this. Whole lost in thought, Max accepted. She was brought back to reality when Max told her to take a few days off. "Max? You know I can't afford to have those days off." Max didn't seem to hear and he kept walking to the back. Lily started to panic.

"Mr. Lee, that is a nice offer and one I don't really want to refuse but I can't afford not to work. My parents depend on me to help ever since the mill closed. We're just lucky that my dad got in on the skeleton crew."
She looked into his eyes, they were so caring but she knew that only so much could happen. There was no easy way out for her.

 

[KyleReevis]

"Consider it a paid vacation," Barton said. He could see by Lily's expression that she didn't understand, so he clarified by ripping another hundred dollar bill from his bank roll and setting it before the young woman. "I'll compensate you for what you would lose ... wages and tips. And ... I'll cover the cost of the day spa. And, what ever else we happen to do during your, uh, vacation."

Barton studied the expression on Lily's face and wondered what lay behind it? Disbelief? Confusion? Suspicion? He didn't know her well enough to be certain. He laughed, trying to allay any distrust she might be feeling for him. "Lily, I'm not trying to ... you know..." He glanced about the café for eavesdroppers, despite already knowing that it was just him, her, and Max, then leaned in closer and whispered, "I'm not trying to get into your ... you know."

He didn't typically blush, but Barton's face darkened with a rush of blood. Was it because he was talking about an erotic topic with a woman half his age who he barely knew? Or was it because he was lying to her about that erotic topic? Yeah, it was true: Barton would love nothing more than to get into Lily's pants. She was young, beautiful, and shapely. And desperate. And desperation was a beautiful thing to see in a woman. It had gotten Barton between the thighs of many a woman over the years.

"Listen, I'm just trying to be a nice guy," he said, smiling again. "You've taken care of me for, what, three weeks...? Steered me toward Max's best ... and away from ... what was that word you used to describe the broccoli chowder...? Iffy?" He laughed again, sitting back in the booth's seat before he continued. "You deserve a couple of days of having someone take care of you. Nice suite in a downtown hotel. Room service. Free cable. Day spa, with those, whadda they call them...? Hot rock massages? Steam rooms. Cucumber wraps and seaweed over your eyes to draw out the toxins. Or ... is it seaweed wraps and cukes on the eyes?"

He smirked devilishly, letting his gaze fall to the table for a very quick moment. In his mind's eye, he was looking toward where Lily's thighs met, thinking about one of the other things the young woman could have done at the spa. Was she the waxing type? Maybe laser? Knowing her financial situation, she was more likely the $1.99 razor type. That was, of course, if she had the need for any sort of upkeep down below at all. She worked all the time, so what was the likelihood that she even had a boyfriend who cared about whether or not she was furry down below?

"C'mon, Lily," he said, almost begging. "Let me do this for you."

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily looked at the hundred dollar bill in front of her. "Mr. Lee, this is way to much. You said only a couple of days and business around here isn't that good."

Lily watched him studying her. Just as she thought it was a way to get into her pants, he laughed and told her that he wasn't after that. Listening as he spoke, she tried to figure out his motive but when he mentioned the broccoli chowder she busted out laughing while remembering the initial conversation. "Yes... Iffy. When even the wild animals won't touch it. Max claims it is good and said it is his grandma's recipe but he needs to stop trying to serve that." Her eyes sparkled when she laughed. She laughed again when he said cucumber wraps. She has never been to spa but she knew the difference.

Lily looked deep into his eyes, her blue eyes full of uncertainty.
"Mr. Lee if I agree what is in it for you? You'll spend all this money on me so there surely has to be something in it for you."

 

[KyleReevis]

"There is something in it for me," Barton said as he slid out of the booth and stood. He ripped a ten from the money wad, setting it atop the check; then set a five as a tip closer to Lily, as he had after each meal she'd served him. "After your spa day tomorrow and a little clothes shopping on Fifth Avenue, I get to take the most beautiful woman from Hanson's Turn -- maybe from all of Statton County -- out to dinner ... to one of those upscale, stuffy restaurants with fifteen dollar martinis and twenty dollar crab puffs. I get to show her off to my friends, half of whom will think I'm a charasmatic sophiticant who still has what it takes to attract a much younger woman to my side ... half of whom will think you're just another gold digger after my fortune ... and half of whom will think you're a paid escort."

He laughed, correcting, "Wait, that's three halves, isn't it? Anyway, I don't care who thinks what. I ... I just think it would be nice to spend some time with you. Show you the City. Show you the fun to be had there. Listen, you don't have to answer now, if you feel like I'm putting you on the spot. I have to go sign this contract and shake some hands. If you want to go, for a night, two ... I'll have my driver sitting right out here in front of the cafe at 6pm. And ... if you don't ... that's okay, too."

He bid farewell to Lily, then Max -- complimenting his cooking yet again -- and headed out...



At 6pm, Harry -- Barton's driver pulled the Lincoln Towncar up to the curb near Max's...

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily watched Barton walk out and then looked down at the one hundred and five dollars sitting in front of her. Sighing, she pocketed the money before taking the check to close it out in the register. Then she went back to the table to bus it and bring the dishes in the back. In a hurry to go fishing, Max went out and flipped the sign to closed and locked the door before writing a quick note that the cafe would be closed for a few days. He didn't put a reason. While he was out doing that, Lily went out and cleared all the tables of the creamers and butters. Putting those in the walk in fridge, she then refilled the sugar before finally going back to do the dishes. Most of the time it was just her and Max working and she did pretty much everything but cook. Granted he did sweep and mop while she did dishes. Then they both put things away so they could leave together. She heard him closing out the register as she finished washing the dishes. "Hey Max! Can you finish up for me? I think I'm going to take Mr. Lee up on his offer and I have to talk to mom and dad before I leave... Plus pack some things." Max looked at her. She had some more than her fair share here. "Yeah, go ahead and be careful Kiddo." Lily playfully threw her towel at him. "I will old man. Good luck fishing. I'll see you in a couple of days." She hugged him lovingly before leaving. She had been working here since she was 16 and working a lot since she graduated. She had even managed to go to college and get an associates degree in business management but with the mill closed down, she couldn't leave her parents and Max couldn't find anyone else to work at much as she did for as little as she was paid. No one could accuse her of not caring about her community.

As she walked the few blocks home, she checked the tips in her apron. One hundred and fifty five dollars. Most of that was from Barton. She'd give her parents the hundred and put away the rest for now. Getting home, she bounded up the stairs. "Mom... Dad...I'm home. Max closed early and I have a few days off. I'm heading out of town for a few days. I got paid vacation and I'll tell you more about it later. I love you both." She knew they were busy going over bills. They did it every afternoon. They sat at the table and worried about what they could pay and what they couldn't. Walking into the kitchen, she kissed her parents on the cheek and set the hundred dollar bill on the table before she headed up to her room to pack a few things. Knowing he was taking her shopping, she just threw in a few sets of clothes, her toiletries and things like that before changing out of her work clothes and getting into the shower. After she dries off, she put on her favorite jeans that hugged her bottom just right and then pulled on a dark blue t-shirt. Lastly, she pulled on 2 inch heel boots. Looking at her reflection, she smiled. Tucking the rest of her money away in her lock box, that made three hundred that she had saved. Checking her clock, she grabbed her bag and purse before going back to the kitchen. "I'll see you in a few days. I have my phone with me. Bye." As her parents said bye, she closed the door and headed to the cafe.

As she walked, she started to second guess herself. She was crazy for running off like this. Then again, Max knew where she was and who she was with. He would call the police if she wasn't back on time and there was no word. She saw the car and walked up to it. Harry was standing by the car. "Lily I presume." he said as she approached. Lily looked him over. "Yes... And you would be Mr. Lee's driver?"
"Yes ma'am, I'm Harry." He stepped towards the back door and opened the door for Lily. "May I take your bag?"
Lily looked at Harry and shook her head. "I got it. It can sit in the seat next to me." She stated as she looked at the empty back seat before climbing into the car and putting her seat belt on. Harry shut the door the climbed into the driver seat and then pulled away from the curb.

The drive in silence out of town towards the small Regional Airport. As the car pulls up near a helicopter, Lily looks out to see Barton standing there smiling. Gasping, she told her bag and purse tight as Harry opens the door. Stepping out at the car, she walks over to Barton and looks him up and down before looking at the helicopter behind him. "Wow...is this yours? I've never flown before, much less in a helicopter. What should I expect? How much room is there? Where will my bags go?" Lily stopped herself from rattling off more questions as she stopped next to him. Now that there wasn't the smell of the diner, she could smell him and he smelled good.

 

[KyleReevis]

The expression on Lily's face when she exited the Town Car to realize that they would be leaving Hanson's Turn via the skies, not the highway was priceless.

"Wow...is this yours? I've never flown before, much less in a helicopter. What should I expect? How much room is there? Where will my bags go?"

"It belongs to the company," Barton responded, laughing as he politely gestured the pilot to retrieve Lily's bag. As the man hurried off toward the aircraft, Barton added, "Which essentially means it belongs to me."

Hoping he wasn't being too forward, Barton placed a hand gently to the middle of Lily's back to urge her toward the aircraft, the engine of which was already winding up. He explained some details about the helicopter and the ride to come as they loaded up, then helped her into her belt and headset.

"Can you hear me?" he asked, watching her nod to hearing his voice at her ears just as clearly as if they were back sitting in the café. When the pilot asked if they were ready, Barton told him, "Take the scenic route, Skip."

And take the scenic route they did. The helicopter lifted off just as the sun was disappearing behind the nearby mountains, which meant that as their altitude increased, it was as if the day was experiencing a second sunrise only this time in the west. The chopper headed south less than half a mile before it banked hard to port, allowing Lily to look nearly straight down. They passed over the mill at which her father still worked, over the house in which her mother wiled away her hours of involuntary unemployment, over the downtown area where so many businesses were now shuttered, and over the school where Lily had graduated, likely with far greater dreams than she now thought she could ever fulfill.

Barton watched Lily with great interest, asking her about specific buildings and listening to her joy and wonder at seeing Hanson's Turn from such a different perspective. After three circuits around the small town, the craft leveled and headed north until Lily saw her second sunset of the day, then turned east toward the distant City. They were sometimes following the river, sometimes skirting small towns and medium sized cities, sometimes curling around the higher peaks, but always doing so such that the helicopter's guest got the best views from her left side seating. The land mass below them began to darken again as they passed out over thousands of acres of mostly grass seed farms and cattle ranches. There was just a sprinkling of lights at houses, barns, and other such rural buildings -- not much at which to marvel -- but occasionally the moon shone on the river below them, the brilliant white reflecting upwards and illuminating Lily's still obviously excited face.

They were flying low enough that the small range of maple and elm shrouded mountains before them began to seem ominously close for comfort. Barton noticed Lily's reaction to the dark mass nearing them and reached a hand over to touch her arm softly. He spoke into the headset's microphone, "Show our guest the city, Skip."

With a little extra power to the engines, the helicopter surged both forward and upward, bursting from the near-darkness less than 100 feet over the crest of the black ridge of trees. Suddenly, the entire world before them exploded with the lights of the City. Again, the aircraft's course was such that the greatest view belonged to Lily. Once they'd cleared the range, the world below and before them was awash with the illumination of civilization. For as far as Lily could see, forward beyond the pilot's shoulder and aft over her own, were the sprawling suburbs with their curving streets and cul de sacs; and a minute later the older, more urban, more industrial and commercial neighborhoods with their checker board streets and shopping malls and vast parking lots; and all the while, the downtown cityscape of tall buildings -- each unique in its design and lighting -- was getting closer and closer until finally, as the helicopter rose in altitude, the skyscrapers began to look like little more than a range of mountains created by light below them.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Barton asked, leaning to look out Lily's windows as the pilot once again banked to port to give the woman a spectacular view. "I've lived here all my life ... and I've been flying over top of it for much of that ... and yet, I never get tired of this view."

Barton told the pilot to circle the city fully, then take'em in. After a full circuit around the downtown area -- getting as close to the skyscrapers as the FAA allowed -- Skip contacted the controllers at the airport, confirmed his landing plan, and headed directly toward the center of the downtown area. Two minutes later, after passing between two larger buildings flanking their destination, the helicopter settled gently down on the huge "H" sitting within a circle of lights atop the Regent Hotel. As the engine speed reduced toward an idle, a man in a suit hurried up to the aircraft to help Lily out, then grab her bag. Barton met his guest, again put a hand to her back, and directed her toward a set of steps that took them down to a doorway.

There was an elevator that accessed the hotel's lower floors, but the suited Security Officer instead led Barton and Lily down a short hallway toward a flight of stairs that descended a single floor to an elegant set of double doors. The Officer passed a key card over the electronic lock, handed the card to Barton, asked if he needed anything more -- to which Barton answered, "Have room service send up my pre arranged order" -- then wished him and Lily a good night. Barton looked to his guest with a proud smile, opened the door, and gestured her inside with a polite wave. After she'd had a moment to survey the room and the view, he asked, "Will this do?"

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[Submissive_Luna]

Circling the town that she grew up in, she looked down in amazement. She never thought she would see the town this way. Then as they few away from the town, she gasped in wonder. Barton kept hearing her gasps and several soft "wow"s during their trip.

Nervousness coursed through her as they got close to treetops. She relaxed as Barton's hand touched her arm. As the city came to view, she moved her arm and put her hand in his as she marveled in the view. There were so many lights! So much going on and it was simply breathtaking. As Barton spoke, she moved her hand out of his and tore her gaze away from the view to look at him. "It's amazing Mr. Lee. I don't think I would tire of this view either." Lily then turned her attention back out the window until they landed. She let the man help her from the helicopter and then felt warmth spread through her as Barton put his hand on her back and led her down from the landing pad. She looked around as they walked.

Watching as the officer swiped the card and then she looked at Barton. As he waved her into the room, she stepped in and stopped just in the door as she stared in wonder. "Wow... It's amazing. This is the room that I'll be staying in? It's so spacious and elegant." She wondered where he was going to be staying, of course he lives in the city so he has a home to go to. Lily thought about being here alone and got a wave of loneliness. It had been a long time since she was in her own and she wasn't used to it.

 

[KyleReevis]

Barton was delighted with Lily's own delight over the room. And there was so much more with which to be delighted. He showed her the bedroom, with its Super King bed, small living area -- cushy chairs and couches for 6 -- and powered sliding glass door that accessed the balcony, revealing yet another portion of the magnificent cityscape. Off the bedroom through another door was the bathroom, which -- unbeknownst to Barton, obviously -- was larger than Lily's entire bedroom back in Hanson's Turn. In it was a large, glass enclosed shower that featured six separate shower heads and seating for what ever a person might need or want to do seated; a bath tub that -- by Barton's own experience -- he knew could serve four people; a steam room that was always warm and cloudy; and a Jacuzzi that was warm and just waiting for its idled jets to be energized.

Back into the living room he showed her the full kitchen, which included a wet bar with an endless array of bottled alcoholics; and a snack bar so well stocked that it looked like the check out counter at a local convenience store; and a full kitchen table capable of servicing 8 people for dinner.

"Eat and drink to your heart's content," he told her. He snatched up a bag of mints, stuffing them in his suit jacket's pocket with a smirk. He chuckled, "I couldn't get enough of this brand if I owned the company that makes them." He laughed loudly, adding, "Oh wait! I do own the company that makes them."

A knock at the door drew his attention and he excused himself. When he returned, he was followed by two women pushing carts crowded with one of just about every quickly prepared item the room service's night time menu offered. They took a moment to set up some of the offerings on the kitchen table, then accepted Barton's thanks and tip of twenty each before departing. One of the women -- the name tag gracing her impressive chest read Kimmi -- turned to close the door behind her and smiled to, then ogled Lily with a bit of a hungry look. Barton noticed the exchange, of course, because he knew very well Kimmi and her appetites.

He removed the covers from some of the treats, naming them -- sometimes in French or Italian -- and pointing out the things about them that he liked: this one included organic strawberries, that one was sweetened with Cuban sugar, and such. When he was done with his little presentation, he turned suddenly to look into Lily's eyes for a long moment.

"Well, I should leave," he said suddenly, the reluctance in his voice. "You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, and you'll need your rest if you are going to get the most out of the City."

Barton didn't want to leave, of course. He wanted to take Lily's hand, lead her to that steaming Jacuzzi, strip her bare, and fuck her until he was spent and exhausted. But, he had bigger plans for the young woman than just a common fuck. No, he'd have her soon enough. But in exciting ways in which Lily likely never dreamed.

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily continued to look around in awe as Barton showed her around. As she looked around her mouth went open slightly. There was so much in there and then he led her back out to show her more. The suite was so elegant, it made her house look pitiful. With Barton going to answer the door, it gave Lily time to wonder. Just how much money did he have? What has she gotten herself into? How many companies does he own?

Lily turned as she heard Barton coming back by her and saw two women pushing carts. She just stared at the amount of food on the carts and missed the whole thing with Kimmi. Watching as he uncovered plate after plate of food of many varieties.

She gasped as Barton turned and she looked into his eyes. As he expressed his plan to leave, slight panic coursed through her. "Please don't go!" Realizing down that sounded, she decided to make up an excuse. "I um can't eat all this food myself." Barton smiled and joined her. They ate and talked about Hanson's Turn and how much it differed from the city. Barton shared with her about how he always lived in the city and came from money but always wanted to make a name for himself. He told her how he went on to get his MBA from Harvard.

"You went to Harvard? That's impressive. I knew you were smart but wow. I just went to the local community college in between working and helping my parents. I managed to get my associates degree in business management but I've never got to really use it. My parents and Max need me too much so I stay and do what I need to." Lily sighed softly. She loved her parents and Max but she wanted more than what she was doing.

 

[KyleReevis]

It was a delight talking with Lily, much as Barton had suspected it would be. She was obviously intelligent, and despite having missed out on so many of the adventures she might have experienced outside of Hanson's Turn, she still had a way of easily keeping his interest.

"There's nothing wrong with Community College," Barton responded, countering her dismissive description of her education. "Half of four year university graduates started their schooling at a two year school. You should go back ... finish up a Bachelors, maybe even a Masters."

He stood, lifted the champagne bottle he'd opened earlier, and drained the remains of it into Lily's flute. As he continued, he went to the wet bar's fridge to retrieve a second bottle. "One of my company's has an education assistance program. It reimburses its school-going employees for tuition, fees, books ... pretty much every thing, so long as they pull down a B Average."

He popped the cork of the bottle, topped off Lily's glass, and filled his own as he went on, "It's a telecommuting company. You know, customer service. For banks, cable companies, the like. Something its employees can do from their home. I could make a call. Get you a job with them. It doesn't pay much, just minimum wage. But then, they aren't doing the job for the pay, they're doing it for the school and medical benefits. Interested?"

Barton sat, this time on the edge of the coffee table with his knees almost touching her own crossed legs. He listened to Lily's response, sipping at his flute, gazing solidly into her eyes despite wanting to badly to ogle her delicious figure. When she finished, he asked out of no where, "Let's go clubbing. Isn't that what you kids--" He laughed, continuing, "You younger adults ... isn't that what you call it these days?"

He stood and crossed to the land line phone, pressing a button and lifting the receiver to his ear as he continued, "I know a great place. Loud thumping music, blinding strobe lights, fog machines, hot sweaty bodies all bumping into one another, nasty public displays of affection ... all the things a man my age is supposed to think inappropriate and disturbing."

He half turned as a voice filled his ear. "Yeah, concierge, please ... oh, this is? This is Barton-- Yes ... in the penthouse. Is Flora on shift tonight? Good. Tell her I'm sending someone down."

He hung up and returned to stand just a couple of steps from Lily, letting his eyes take a walk over her figure before explaining, "Flora is the night time manager of the hotel's women's clothing shop. She'll set you up with a dress, shoes ... a throw, isn't that what it's called...? Might as well get a matching purse."

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily had thought about going back to school but she just never seemed to have the time. As Barton offered her a job, she just stared at him in shock. "Um thank you for the offer Mr. Lee but I have a job. You've seen me working and Max couldn't keep the place running if I left. Honestly the thought is really intriguing but my community needs me. Between my parents and work, I rarely have any time for myself. Otherwise the offer is really temping. I just couldn't handle knowing that Max's would close without me."

Lily looked at him in confusion as his question threw her off guard. "Um... I've never gone clubbing. We don't really have much going on in Hanson's Turn. You should have seen that during the time you were there but sure. Let's go. So where do I go?"

Lily listened to his directions and smiled sweetly. "I'll see you when I'm dressed then." Turning, she headed out the door and walked down to the clothing shop. She looked around at everything as she walked and then stepped into shop. Noticing a woman, she smiled. "Flora? I'm Lily...Barton sent me down."

"Lily. Yes, nice to meet you." Flora looked her over and then walked around her looking her up and down. "Yes... Nice figure. Come with me." Flora led her into a dressing room and then pulled some outfits into the dressing room. After trying several things on, she settled on a dress. ( Picture)

Enjoying the new outfit, she smiled. "Thank you Flora! I love it. I'm looking forward to tonight." Flora smiled back. "Yes Barton is going to love your dress too. Go have fun Lily. It was nice to meet you."

While Lily walked out, Flora called up to the penthouse. "Yes Barton? Lily is all ready. She just left the shop. Have fun. Yes, it was all charged to the room." Hanging up the phone, she went back to what she was doing before she got the call before. Barton met Lily by the elevators and putting his hand on her lower back again, he let her to a waiting car.

 

[KyleReevis]

When the elevator doors opened, Barton's eyes and mouth opened wide with delight. Lily looked simply amazing! He'd never seen her in anything but her waitress uniform, with its loose fitting high buttoned blouse, beyond-the-knee skirt, and flat sneakers; so to now see the curves of her breasts and hour glass figure through the fabric of the semi-sheer dress and those long, slim legs highlighted by four inch heels was simply overwhelming.

"Wow just doesn't cover it," he said stepping a bit closer as his gaze continued to walk over Lily's delicious body, "But then, I don't think any word would be enough."



Barton found it hard to keep his eyes from Lily's long, sleek legs during the drive to the club. A couple of times, she caught him ogling them and just smiled or laughed playfully. The club was only six blocks away, so the drive was short. They exited to find a line of more than a hundred people, yet walking up to the felt rope Barton and his guest were ushered through without hesitation, after which he inconspicuously passed a folded hundred dollar bill to the bouncer via a handshake.

Inside, Barton saw the effect of the club on Lily. She looked about as shocked as he had seeing her dressed as she was. Everything he'd jokingly told her to expect was actually present: music that boomed so loudly you could feel it deep inside your chest; strobes of white and lasers of all colors that cut through the clouds of fog escaping from little nooks and corners; and a writhing mob of half dressed bodies against which the orgies of Ancient Rome would have garnered a PG-13 rating. In addition to what he'd told her to expect, there were women in pasties and thongs inside slowly spinning cages or on swings dangling from the ceiling; couples inside glass cubes engaged in acts that were as near to sex as legally allowed in a public club; and huge flat screens playing scenes of actual sex but in silhouette such that it was vague enough to be actually be legal.

Barton took Lily by the hand and led her slowly through the turning, twisting bodies that featured far more exposed skin than not. He looked back for Lily's reaction a couple of times. Once, they passed very close to a pair of topless women dancing in one another's arms while kissing erotically; and a few yards later they skirted close to a man who ogled Lily with hungry eyes even as he had his hand down the front of a second man's slacks, jerking him off. Barton pulled Lily closer to him, leaning in very close to her ear to tell her, "Everyone here is harmless, so ... no worries."

It took them almost five minutes to wade through the mass of writhing eroticism and arrive at a set of steps that went up past a pair of bouncers to a mezzanine of private booths. The two huge men gestured the two upwards with knowing smiles. At the top, Barton leaned over to a waitress who appeared out of no where, gave his order, and helped Lily to a seat in the booth. Despite still having about a 60 degree view of the dance floor below them where conversation was all but impossible, up here the placement of speakers and sound absorbing walls made it possible for Barton to speak to Lily in a volume that was barely above normal.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, nodding his head out toward the erotic scene. "Too much for a first date?"

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily really wasn't prepared for what she saw in the club. The whole experience was overwhelming. She kept moving her eyes away from everything that was very openly sexual yet legal as he face turned bright red but it was thankfully hidden by the various color lights.

With Barton pulling her closer, she sighed in relief. She felt safe with him despite her mind telling her that he is still a stranger himself. She looked around, her eyes wide as she kept taking in everything she was seeing, hearing and feeling. Stepping past the huge men, she caught their smiles and shot them a look of curiosity. As they went up the stairs, things got quieter. Sitting down in the booth, Lily looked out over the floor again.

When Barton spoke, Lily jumped slightly. "What? First date? Um... It's overwhelming. There is so much going on and everyone is so open." Her eyes met his before she looked him over. He was handsome, though older but then again she never did pay attention to age. The thought that people may think she was a gold digger did bother her though. Money was never something she paid attention to when being friends with or dating someone. She worked hard for what she earned and figured others did too. She barely came on this trip but she knew, for what ever reason, he really wanted her to experience the city. "Do you come here often Mr. Lee?"

 

[KyleReevis]

Lily's question was answered over the next couple of minutes in three parts, but not by Barton. Before he could open his mouth to answer, a woman in her late 20s and a body hugging strapless mini-dress ascended the steps quickly, her tall heels clicking loudly as she called out with joy, " Barty!" Without hesitation, she fell into his lap, threw her arms around Barton's neck, and planted a wet kiss on his mouth. He didn't fight the embrace but didn't engage in it as joyously as she did either. The woman pulled her face back, laughing, obvious intoxicated, to spy Lily.

"Who's your friend, Barty?" she asked, eying Lily hungrily as so many others had, known and unknown to the girl from Hanson's Turn. After Barton introduced the two, the party girl smiled broadly and asked without a hint of impropriety, ‘Can I have her?”

“Another night maybe, Carly,” Barton answered with a smile. They chatted very briefly -- the typical club gossip and observations -- with Carly frequently looking back to and ogling Lily. Finally, Carly gave Barton a wet goodbye kiss, hopped up, studied Lily as she adjusted her dress -- which had snuck up enough to reveal the lower reaches of a barely-there thong -- then promised the country girl, “I’ll see you again soon.”

Carly turned and descended the steps -- her hips swinging and tight ass bouncing -- just as the waitress arrived. The server further answered Lily’s question by announcing that the tray she carrying included Barton’s usual, a bottle of champagne that matched what they had drank back in the hotel, as well as a bowl each of chilled strawberries and an unusual salty cracker. She asked if they needed anything more, then departed after saying, “Nice to have you and your friend here, Mister Lee.”

As Barton began to pour the bubbly, the third portion of Lily’s answer arrived in the form of two couples -- both already part of the exclusive mezzanine crowd -- coming by to exchange greetings, handshakes, and hugs. Each of the four were polite to Lily, though they didn’t get flirty as Carly had.

“So, when did this happen?” Barton asked, waggling a finger between the two couples. He leaned closer to Lily to explain that the two couples standing before her were a mix’n’match. When her expression told Barton that she didn’t understand, he used an older term. “Wife swapping.””

“Husband swappers,” one of the women corrected.

Barton chuckled, apologized, and clarified, “Decisions of who, when, where and how are the woman’s choice. The man has to comply…” He ogled the two sexy women, who both smiled knowing what he was going to say. “...which they always have, I believe, yes?”

As another round of laughs and inappropriate comments passed between them, Barton inconspicuously reached a hand over to take Lily’s, squeezing it gently. He was concerned that this was all becoming overwhelming to her. Of course, that was his fault. He’d brought her here knowing what she would see. When the quartet finally departed, he looked to Lily with a slight smile and finally responded personally to her question, “Yes, Lily. I’m a bit of a regular here.”

A lone man came by to say hello to both of them, then a bit later a pair of scantily clad women, who each spoke to and looked at Barton in a way that said they were intimately familiar with him. Through all of this, Barton hadn’t once shown any regret about the attention the others had shown him. It was more than obvious that he was comfortable amongst all this eroticism.

“Do you think you want to risk that?” he said, nodding toward the dance floor. “Or … we can sit here for a bit longer.”

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily watched as Carly came up and kissed Barton. She was shocked by the jealousy that overcame her. She didn't really know him but felt comfortable around him. Shifting uncomfortably under Carly's hungry gaze, she looked down at her hands as she played with the hem of her dress. As Carly walked away, Lily moved a little closer to Barton.
Lily smiled at the two couples as they conversed with Barton. She listened and laughed when appropriate but relaxed a bit as Barton took her hand. There was so much she didn't know. She was completely put of her element but wanted to have fun in the city. After they walked away and he finally answered her question himself, she smiled softly. "So I've noticed. You are very popular here."

Just as she finished speaking, the man wandered over. She waited until everyone was done coming over to say hi. Biting her bottom lip nervously, she squeezed his hand slightly needing a little more comfort. She did admit that the scene had a certain energetic feel to it but the boldness of everyone was somewhat overwhelming.

Lily looked out over the dance floor as Barton spoke and then looked back at him. "Let's sit here a little longer. Uh... Can I get a blue UV and lemonade?" she asked before looking back over the dance floor. She wanted to dance with him but would need some more alcohol before she could bring herself to join the group of sweaty bodies. The song changed and as the beat picked up the bodies bounced more. Lily swallowed nervously and moved closer to Barton again so she was right next to him now.

 

[KyleReevis]

There was always a waitress within view of the occupants of the reserved mezzanine booths, so Lily's choice of drinks was ordered, filled, and delivered in record time for such a busy club. While they waited, Barton nodded toward the crowded dance floor and reassured his guest, "We don't even need to go out there if you don't want. I'm perfectly happy sitting here with you all night."

Barton took a moment to survey the club. He loved this place for its design and erotic wildness. He'd come here the first time a little more than five years ago, the guest of a woman who had had what could be politely described as an adventurous sexual appetite. That night -- their first date after having met at an art show a week before -- she suggested it would be worth the investment to secure them one of the reserved mezzanine booths. Barton had always been interested in a good investment, so he'd tipped a mezzanine bouncer a hundred bucks, and no sooner had the waitress brought them their order then his date closed the booth's sliding partition and sucked Barton's cock to the most incredible orgasm of his life. And he'd been coming here -- and cumming here -- ever since.

The club's layout was perfect for such private events in a public setting. It was semi circular in shape, with a bar occupied the long, straight side that was consistently packed shoulder to shoulder by people searching for hookups. On the second floor's straight side, not directly above but instead set back a few feet, was the DJ station, a good portion of the lasers, strobes, and fog machines, and some of the caged dancing girls and video displays of silhouetted lovers engaged in very graphic acts. There were tables along the curved side of the first floor, and in between them and the bar was the crowded dance floor. The mezzanine level was just higher than and sitting a bit back from the curve of tables, with bouncer guarded access points at each end and in the middle, directly before where Barton and Lily now sat. Each of the booths was -- like the larger club -- semi circular in shape and looked out upon the rest of the club. Each had a semicircular bench surrounding a coffee table set out far enough that there was plenty of leg and walking room; and behind the bench was also enough room for the waitresses to walk to deliver drinks or -- as Barton had once discovered -- enough room to fuck without the rest of the people in your booth having to watch every thrust, unless of course you wanted them to do so. And, of course, there was the partition, which with a touch of a button would come across the open front of the booth and enclose it, for total privacy from the clubbers beyond.

But beyond the technology and design, it was really the people and their sexual freedom that made this place what it truly was. Oh, there were more erotic dance clubs and BDSM clubs and orgy clubs and leather clubs and ... whatever clubs. But this one just had a feel to it that had struck a perfect balance of acceptable and taboo for Barton.

Another male-female couple stopped by, exchanging greetings with Barton and his guest before asking if he and Lily were interested in joining them in some fun in their room later, to which Barton politely said Next time maybe. And a minute or two later, a male-male couple stopped to catch Barton up on an art event that weekend. One of the men was wearing nothing but a leather thong that emphasized his rather generous package, as well as a dog collar that was linked to a leash held by his partner.

Each couple chatted with Barton and exchanged greetings with Lily as if there was nothing erotically special about themselves; as if they were passing by the pair at an outdoor coffee shop in the middle of town on a beautiful sunny day. Barton glanced to Lily often, noting how with each arriving person or couple she scooted closer and held his hand tighter.

"You're uncomfortable," he said leaning closer to her ear. He pulled back again to study her expression for a moment, pointing out the obvious, "It's a rather ... different kind of place than you might find in Hanson's Turn. I'm sorry if I had offended you."

They chatted for a moment, and Barton made a couple of jokes about some of the people and sights. Then, after a moment of studying his date's face, expressions, and words, he asked her bluntly, "Lily, tell me about the most erotic, most taboo, most inappropriate thing you've every done. I mean ... if it won't embarrass you."

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Once Lily's drink was delivered, she took a generous drink from it. As the couple talking to Barton asked them to join them, she took another drink and became thankful when he declined. Lily couldn't seem to look away from the male couple though. The one male had an impressive package and she was intrigued by the dynamics of the couple. She had stumbled upon BDSM awhile ago and read more into it but she never really got to do anything. Noting how comfortable the male on the leash was, she looked up at Barton and just took in his face. She was now sitting so close to him that their legs were touching and his hand, which still held hers, was resting on his leg.

With the obvious pointed out by Barton, she took another drink before looking at him again. "It is different but you didn't offend me. Yes, I am uncomfortable but that is just because everything is so new and overwhelming. There isn't anything even close to this back home." Lily said as she breathed in Barron's scent. She could smell a hint of expensive cologne mixed with soap. He smelled good and he wanted her around for a few days.

Upon hearing his bold question, Lily laughed. It took her by such surprise that she couldn't help herself. "Have you seen Hanson's Turn?" She asked before taking another drink. Between her generous drinks and smaller sips while they chatted she emptied her glass this time. "Well... The most taboo thing I have done. Getting screwed in church. We went into the pastor's office and had sex during the service. Neither of us wanted to be there but our families made us. We broke up not long after that though because he said what we did was immoral but then turned around and screwed some married woman passing around."

The waitress came over with a full glass and set it in front of Lily before grabbing the empty glass. Lily smiled in appreciation. Not drinking much, the alcohol was already having it's desired effect. She was getting more comfortable and even leaned against Barton a little before looking up at him. "What are you in to sexually Mr. Lee? Why did you pick me for this little trip? You paid Max quite a bit of money just so I could get away from work..." She let her sentence trail off, leaving the implications open for interpretation.

 

[KyleReevis]

"Sex in church ... during church," he said with a devilish smile after Lily had made her confession. He smiled broader, telling her as if suggesting there was more to come, "Well ... it's a good start."

Lily's question about Barton's own sexual interests, followed quickly by the inquiry about why he'd got to so much trouble -- and expense -- to get her here left little doubt in Barton's mind that Lily suspected he wanted her. He hesitated before answering, contemplating his response.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Lily ... a very sexy, very erotic woman," he began, letting his gaze fall for a quick glance at her body before looking back to the pale sky blue eyes that were so mesmerizing. "And I would be a liar if I said I didn't yearn for you ... that I hadn't thought of what it would be like to be with you."

The erotic happenings had caused the insecure Lily to move very close to Barton, and their linked hands had come to rest upon his thigh. He turned to face her more, releasing her hand and reaching that hand around to the couch's back, behind her. But while that hand disengaged from Lily, his other reached across his front side to find the young woman's thigh in an obviously intimate way.

"But ... we're not going to have sex, Lily ... at least ... not tonight," he said flatly, despite the fact that his finger tips were noticeably more inside her thigh than out. He leaned in a bit closer to Lily, almost as if preparing to kiss her yet didn't. He studied the features of her face for a moment as the fingers of his hand caressed her thigh a bit higher. "I didn't bring you to the City for me. I brought you here for you. You deserve more than this ... this life you lead. There is so much more to be enjoyed. So much more to be experienced..."

His fingers reached the hem of her dress, and after he hesitated just a moment, he let them slip up under the cloth as he asked her, "Tell me, Lily. What would you like to experience tonight?" His fingers were almost to her panties as he reassured her, "I can make it happen. What ever it is."

 

[Submissive_Luna]

Lily decided to let his comment about it being a start to by without a reaction. She watched him as he contemplated his answer but blinked in surprise when he called her erotic. Her eyes widened as Barton finished his admission.

While his hand left hers and went to the back of the couch, Lily took her glass and drank more. Her fingers on her other hand trailed up and down his arm. The implication that they would have sex, just not tonight completely went over her head. "I've been thinking about your offer. If you give me a chance to figure out a way so Max won't lose the place if I leave, I will take you up on the offer to help me get that other job." She already knew that if she got a different job and went back to school, she would end up working at Max's during breaks.

Her breath caught as his fingers slipped under her dress. Reaching for her glass again, she took another generous drink before setting it down again. Her hand rubbed up his leg as she looked him in the eyes. "Hmmm... Tonight I want to experience more. Once I finish this drink, I want you to take me down to the dance floor." Lily leaned in closer to Barton. "I want one other thing..." She then pressed her lips to his and kissed him softly. As she kissed him, she realized that the alcohol was definitely going to her head but at least that would make tonight more interesting.

 

[KyleReevis]

Barton responded to the kiss with parted, slowly working lips and just the hint of the tip of his tongue at her mouth. Down below, the hand under her dress squeezed her inner thigh in a suggestive way, the edge of his fore finger just grazing the fabric of what he presumed -- knowing how Flora knew him -- was a thong.

"And one other thing you shall have," Barton murmured to Lily at her vague suggestion after their mouths had separated. He rose, taking her hand and lifting her easily to her feet, adding, "One ... two ... as many as you want."

As Barton began to lead Lily around the low lying coffee table, Lily wobbled a bit. He smiled, then chuckled softly. During the evening, she'd had her share of two bottles of champagne and two of what ever that drink was that she'd order, a UV something or other. She was tipsy, which meant she'd be open for opportunities she wouldn't normally even consider.

Barton liked that. As much of a benevolent gentleman some of his actions this day may have portrayed him as, Barton wasn't above using alcohol and drugs to get what he wanted from women. He didn't use intoxicants because he needed to do so: hell, if Lily hadn't been sitting here with him, there would be a line of sober women waiting to do for him anything he asked of them. No, he liked seeing how women reacted later -- once sober again -- to learning what they'd done while feeling high.

He held her tightly by the elbow, steadying her on her unfamiliar tall heels as they descended to the dance floor. They merged into the crowd, turned to face one another, pressed hard together, and began to move as one to the pounding music. It was a moderately paced song, just perfect for some rhythmic grinding. The feel of Lily's incredible body against him further stiffened his cock from the up and down state it had been in since arriving.

At one point, Barton turned Lily away from him, reaching one hand to her the front of a hip and the other around to press flat upon her belly, pulling her back against him. His erection lay wonderfully between the firm cheeks of her ass, and he made sure that she felt it pressing forward its message. As they writhed together, a hand slipped around him from behind, and looking over his shoulder Barton again found Carly with her hungry expression. He smiled, then leaning kissed her erotically.

When their mouths separated, Carly lifted a hand to show a small capsule in her long fingers. She put in in her lips and waited for Barton's approval, which he gave with a nod. Simultaneously, he turned Lily toward Carly and Carly came around to press to Lily's front ... and press her mouth to the other woman's in a wild, wet kiss ... that resulted in thick contents of the now broken capsule flooding her mouth.

 

[Submissive_Luna]

As Barton broke the kiss and pulled her to her feet, she whimpered softly, wanting another kiss. Lily leaned into him as he lead her towards the dance floor. She wasn't used to heels this high and with the alcohol, it made it harder to walk.

Entering the crowd, Lily knew that she should be nervous but she was with Barton. She trusted him not to let anyone hurt her. Pressing her body tight against his, they danced as she continued to grind against him. The soft moan that escaped her lips as his stiffening member pushed against her was lost among the pounding music.

Suddenly, she found herself facing away from Barton with his election pressing against her bottom. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled before grinding against him again. He felt so good pushed against her. Looking back, a male in only tight leather pants moved up to her. As he danced with her Lily moved against Barton more. She had a very stiff bulge behind her and one that was now in front of her. She moved her hands over Barton's.

Next thing she knew, the guy in the leather pants was replaced by Carly. As she went to say hi, Carly pressed her lips to Lily's. Shocked, she kissed her back and as the liquid from the capsule filled her mouth, she swallowed. Pulling away, Lily looked from Carly to Barton. "What was that?" She said loud enough to be heard over the music.

 

[KyleReevis]

Barton only smiled at Lily's question, pulling her tightly so that his now fully hardened cock pressed against her lower belly. Carly moved in as well, pressing her groin to the other woman’s tight ass as she reached one hand all the way to Barton’s side and the other in between the two to rest just below Lily’s breasts.

“It won’t hurt you, Lily,” he said leaning in to kiss her. As the three of them now danced as one, he reassured her, “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Lily.”

That was true, for now. Later, though, when Barton had a firm grasp of Lily’s life and could ask anything of her, that might not be so true. But for now, no physical or emotional harm would befall the young thing. Well, physical, anyway!

Barton kissed Lily passionately again, then a moment after he pulled his face back, he saw the effect of the drug begin. For a moment, her pupils got huge, which caused her to close her eyes at the sudden brightness of the relatively dark dance club. She got even more unstable on her feet, and only the fact that she was the meat in the middle of a dance sandwich kept her from falling to the floor. Then, after a long moment, she was back…

And Barton smiled, knowing what was happening deep in her soul … and even lower between her thighs.