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your apartment and bring you to
me. Dress as you did in the show room. I can't wait to see you.”
Those were the last words Gray uttered to me on the
phone two days ago. He'd told me that, on Friday evening at 7 PM, he
wanted to see me. He didn't ask me if I was free or whether I wanted
to see him too.
He just told me, with total conviction, that he wanted
to see me, knowing that any plans I might have had would be blown
aside by the invite.
Having learned the identity of the man, I'm even more
feverish with excitement than before. Randall's warning, for me,
means nothing, and was simply meant as an almost fatherly piece of
advice.
Despite the nature of our working relationship, Randall
had become quite close to me, and I think all he was doing was trying
to look out for me. I appreciated the sentiment, and told him so.
But I wasn't going to stop me seeing Gray.
That evening, at 7 PM on the dot, a luxury Mercedes
rolls up outside my apartment building. I step out in a summer dress
and light jacket, with my sexy bra and panties underneath, as
ordered.
I've already had a glass of wine to help settle my
nerves, but as soon as the driver ushers me inside the car, I'm
welcomed by the sight of a bottle of champagne, ready to pour.
There's a note on it: help yourself, the drive will
take a while.
So I indulge myself and sit back, enjoying the luxury
ride and watching as the world passes by outside my door, bathed in
the orange glow of the setting sun. the journey takes a little under
45 minutes, taking me to a dock in the south of Manhattan where a
helicopter sits waiting on a helipad.
Inside, Gray sits with a cigar in his mouth and a glass
of champagne in his hand, smiling at me as I exit the car.
He steps out, and paces forward, dressed in a delicious
shirt and pant combo that accentuates the power of his physique. He
leans in for a kiss and passes me the glass of champagne.
“ For you, my dear.”
I take the champagne, feeling like a princess, and can't
help the giggle from escaping my lips. Then we approach the
helicopter, and I notice the name of Gray's family business
emblazoned across the side of it.
Trent Munitions
In the world of arms development, it's a powerful name,
run by one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in America.
And here I am, about to get into a helicopter with one
of them, having no clear idea as to what to expect.
“ First time in one of these?” Gray asks as we buckle
up in the back and the helicopter's blades begin to turn.
“ Yes,” I return as the world grows ever louder.
“ Well, don't worry, it's not for long.”
Worried? I'm not worried. Do I look worried?
He takes another glass of champagne from a small table
in front of us and clinks it against mine just as the helicopter
lifts from the tarmac.
“ Tonight will be a night you'll never forget, Ashley.
I can assure you of that.”
Somehow, I can't quite work out whether he's talking
about some sort of evening he's got planned or just the inevitable
sex. The latter, I'm sure, will be amazing. But somehow this seems
like more than that. I was expecting nothing more than a quick fuck
in a hotel suite.
We rise quickly, gliding up vertically into the air and
gently tipping forward as we head out over the Hudson. Within
minutes, Liberty Island is looming in front of us, the statue rising
high into the air.
Down below, the place is bereft of tourists. In fact, it
looks completely deserted.
Slowly, the helicopter begins to descend, falling toward
a patch of land on the island and coming to a stop with a light thud.
The clattering sounds of the rotor blades begins to
weaken, and the pilot quickly comes round to open the door.
“ Here we are,” says Gray with a smile.
He steps off, before helping me out, and I look over the
desolate island, blanketed with the orange hues of the fading sun.
With the magnificent and towering statue looming above us, Gray leads
me up to the base, jutting out in various directions in
me. Dress as you did in the show room. I can't wait to see you.”
Those were the last words Gray uttered to me on the
phone two days ago. He'd told me that, on Friday evening at 7 PM, he
wanted to see me. He didn't ask me if I was free or whether I wanted
to see him too.
He just told me, with total conviction, that he wanted
to see me, knowing that any plans I might have had would be blown
aside by the invite.
Having learned the identity of the man, I'm even more
feverish with excitement than before. Randall's warning, for me,
means nothing, and was simply meant as an almost fatherly piece of
advice.
Despite the nature of our working relationship, Randall
had become quite close to me, and I think all he was doing was trying
to look out for me. I appreciated the sentiment, and told him so.
But I wasn't going to stop me seeing Gray.
That evening, at 7 PM on the dot, a luxury Mercedes
rolls up outside my apartment building. I step out in a summer dress
and light jacket, with my sexy bra and panties underneath, as
ordered.
I've already had a glass of wine to help settle my
nerves, but as soon as the driver ushers me inside the car, I'm
welcomed by the sight of a bottle of champagne, ready to pour.
There's a note on it: help yourself, the drive will
take a while.
So I indulge myself and sit back, enjoying the luxury
ride and watching as the world passes by outside my door, bathed in
the orange glow of the setting sun. the journey takes a little under
45 minutes, taking me to a dock in the south of Manhattan where a
helicopter sits waiting on a helipad.
Inside, Gray sits with a cigar in his mouth and a glass
of champagne in his hand, smiling at me as I exit the car.
He steps out, and paces forward, dressed in a delicious
shirt and pant combo that accentuates the power of his physique. He
leans in for a kiss and passes me the glass of champagne.
“ For you, my dear.”
I take the champagne, feeling like a princess, and can't
help the giggle from escaping my lips. Then we approach the
helicopter, and I notice the name of Gray's family business
emblazoned across the side of it.
Trent Munitions
In the world of arms development, it's a powerful name,
run by one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in America.
And here I am, about to get into a helicopter with one
of them, having no clear idea as to what to expect.
“ First time in one of these?” Gray asks as we buckle
up in the back and the helicopter's blades begin to turn.
“ Yes,” I return as the world grows ever louder.
“ Well, don't worry, it's not for long.”
Worried? I'm not worried. Do I look worried?
He takes another glass of champagne from a small table
in front of us and clinks it against mine just as the helicopter
lifts from the tarmac.
“ Tonight will be a night you'll never forget, Ashley.
I can assure you of that.”
Somehow, I can't quite work out whether he's talking
about some sort of evening he's got planned or just the inevitable
sex. The latter, I'm sure, will be amazing. But somehow this seems
like more than that. I was expecting nothing more than a quick fuck
in a hotel suite.
We rise quickly, gliding up vertically into the air and
gently tipping forward as we head out over the Hudson. Within
minutes, Liberty Island is looming in front of us, the statue rising
high into the air.
Down below, the place is bereft of tourists. In fact, it
looks completely deserted.
Slowly, the helicopter begins to descend, falling toward
a patch of land on the island and coming to a stop with a light thud.
The clattering sounds of the rotor blades begins to
weaken, and the pilot quickly comes round to open the door.
“ Here we are,” says Gray with a smile.
He steps off, before helping me out, and I look over the
desolate island, blanketed with the orange hues of the fading sun.
With the magnificent and towering statue looming above us, Gray leads
me up to the base, jutting out in various directions in
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