*Anyone can help the helpless; the magic lies in resurrecting the hopeless*

(Tuesday)

He walked into the showroom with such a sense of confidence and control that it was virtually breathtaking. He looked wealthy in the way a person from the Hamptons or Cape Cod would have been comfortable with; secure without being garish. What the hell he was doing in this little backwater town was beyond me.

My co-worker on the car room floor was catching a snooze so I got to him first.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, I need a rental for twenty-four hours. A sedan; any make and model will do," he said.

"We have several cars to choose from. Let me show you our listings," I offered as I went back to my desk.

There was a time when I could turn heads and be assured that every man's eyes would follow me as I moved across the room, but those days were fading fast. Now I would get the occasional glance, but there were younger and fresher women out there. Still he followed me to my station and sat down. I punched up our selection on my aging computer system and turned the monitor toward him. I notice he looked at my hands.

"I'll take the Lexus," he said quickly. I took a deep sigh because I could really use the commission from this.

"Let's fill out some paperwork," I told him. He nodded nonchalantly, pulled out his wallet and slid a credit card across the table. It was one of those that sang out 'Credit limits? What credit limits?' and I remembered I once had one of those, even though it was the corporate card.

Entering his information I noted his name was Sebastian Vandemeyer from New York City; an upper West Side address. All I could think was this should have been me. I once dreamed of this kind of life. When I finished I saw that he was looking at my hand again.

"Sebastian; May I call you Sebastian? What are you looking at?"

He tapped his ring on the table and I immediately knew what it was and where it came from. Instinctively I covered my own hand and cursed the hubris that made me still wear mine. It was my college class ring.

"What is your name?" he inquired.

"Sylvia Westermann," I responded. I had taken to using my maiden name again since my divorce a decade ago.

"I'm the class of 2004; you?"

"Class of 1988," I sighed.

"Oh, you are that Sylvia Westermann. I've heard about you; you are sort of the 'what not to do' object lesson," he informed me. I couldn't have been hurt more if I'd been backhanded.

"Can I buy you lunch?" he asked.

"I ... I guess so. Things aren't exactly booming right now," I confessed.

As much as I feared his ridicule and condescension, Sebastian represented a world I desperately missed and longed to be a part of once more, no matter how impossible the dream. Even as we stood to go my loutish boyfriend Leo walked in.

"Hey baby, I need some cash. Me and the boys are going fishing," which was his code word that he was going whoring around again. He stuck his hand into my purse and I pressed down on his hand.

"Baby I need the money; maybe on Friday when I get paid?" I pleaded.

"Honey, I need the money right now," he insisted.

"Please," I said, "I can't right now."

"Bitch," he menaced and I felt so embarrassed I would die.

"Get your hand out of her purse," Sebastian said with a hint of menace as he came around the table.

"Fucker, this is none of your business," he growled. Sebastian struck like a snake. He twisted my Leo's hand, pressed the palm back and my boyfriend howled and fell to his knees.

"It is my business now," Sebastian said with icy calm. "Now next time I tell you to do something you had better do it or I will break you like a twig. Are we clear?"

"Fucker," my boyfriend ground out. Sebastian twisted and pushed harder until Leo yelped and tears streamed down his eyes.

"Okay, okay," he pleaded. What made this picture all the more amazing was that Sebastian was around five ten and fit and slender. My boyfriend was six two and a chubby two-sixty.

"Now, I think you were leaving," Sebastian said politely to Leo who picked himself and left still glaring hatefully at Sebastian.

"Thank you, but I think you've bought more trouble than you want," I told him. He held up his ring.

"We stick together," he assured me. "Lunch?" I looked over to my co-worker to see that he'd finally woken up and informed him that I was off to lunch and headed out with my customer. We went to the diner at the local motel which did have the best food in this small town. He let me order for him and we sat down to eat and have a little chit-chat.

"So, what brings you to town?" I inquired.

"I am moving to California but I wanted a vacation so I decided to take two weeks and drive cross country. I would have missed you if my car hadn't broken down. What brought you here?"

"What do you know about me and my fall from grace?" I asked.

"I would prefer to hear it from you," he responded. I took a deep breath.

"I was in the conflict mediation business and doing quite good at it, but I did some stupid things. I slept with clients to seal deals and had affairs with various co-workers and my boss."

"My husband got the dirt on me and then everything began falling apart. I lost my marriage, my daughter, and finally my job when it came to light what I'd been doing. I couldn't get another job in the business so I gradually drifted from one low paying job to the next until I ended out here in the wilderness where at least no one knew my name."

"You were actually good at what you did; you got the job done and that's what they paid you for. Office affairs can be tricky, especially when you are both married. I'm hardly a prude though. I'm a results oriented kind of guy."

"What is it that you do?" I said.

"I handle corporate analysis and restructuring," he replied.

"You are a hatchet man," I clarified. He smiled with a dazzling set of perfect white teeth.

"I show companies how to turn their balance sheets around, so yes I have people fired, thus the necessity of learning to defend myself," he grinned.

"You seem awful young," I stated. He couldn't have been thirty.

"I had a mentor; he had a heart attack so I handled his business until he died last year and by that time I had established enough of a reputation to keep getting clients. I believe in saving the client, even if that means saving them from themselves."

I took a deep sigh. I missed those heady days of high-finance and high risk. I was still daydreaming when I heard him say something to me but missed it.

"What was that?" I asked.

"When I leave tomorrow do you want to come with me?" he repeated. I felt like I was hit by a truck.

"Can I think about it?" I murmured.

"Of course," he agreed.

Going back into the world meant scorn and confronting my shame and I was past my prime and unsure if I had the old fire that had driven me to such heights in the first place. I was a used car saleswoman now.

"Why me?" I had to ask. It was hard to believe he was lying to me because he was that hard up for a fuck.

"You get the job done. Believe me; I keep my charity work to the occasional gala and my check book. It is not part of my business life. Worst case for you is that you end up in California which is a sight better than here."

"I'm almost old," I found myself saying.

"My mentor was sixty-two and could make men half his age bawls like little babies. All you need to ask yourself is if you are hungry enough to still get the job done," he explained. He pulled out his wallet, pulled out two $20's and his business card. He slid the card across the table to me.

"Let me drive you back to work," he offered. I took the card up, stood and walked out with him. I noticed the waitress giving a speculative look. It was hardly a secret that Leo cheated on me but no one ever cheated on Leo. I thanked Sebastian when he dropped me back at work but I couldn't stop thinking about him and his offer.

Leo glared at me when I got home in the evening.

"Bitch, get me another beer," he barked when I'd shut the door. I could read his mood as being downright murderous so I hurriedly obeyed. I opened the beer for him and handed it over. As I turned to go back and start dinner he slapped me hard on the ass. It probably left a mark.

After dinner Leo decided he wanted some action. He pulled me onto his chair and pulled my blouse open and pawed my tits. Right when I thought he might be going somewhere with it, his TV show came on and he dumped me to the floor.

"Get me another beer Bitch," he said in an off-handed manner.

I got it for him as I was conditioned to do then went back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. I felt this day repeating itself for the rest of my dull life and tears started streaking down my cheeks. I found my phone in my hand along with his card.

"Sebastian, this is Sylvia Westermann; is that offer still open?"

"Of course," he responded.

"Can you come get me?" I was trying not to sound desperate.

"Give me your address and I'll be over there as soon as possible," he answered. I told him where I lived and gave him directions.

I waited until Sebastian told me he was about to arrive before I finished packing up my stuff. I already had two pieces of luggage in the living room before Leo even noticed.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" he scoffed.

"Leo, I'm going away," I found the courage to say. Leo looked first amused then angry.

"Sit your ass back down," he commanded.

"I have the chance to get out of here and I'm taking it. Have fun with your whores and I hope they can help you make rent because at the first of the month you will have to figure out how to pay your own bills," I told him. Leo stood up and menaced me.

"Get your shit back in the bedroom," he growled. He grabbed one of my breasts painfully and used the other hand to grab my ass. I attempted to pull away but was too strong.

His hand came around form my ass to my crotch, forcing my skirt up and driving his cock against me. Leo's cock was the only thing I liked about him; it was long and thick, but recently I hadn't been getting enough of it and what I was getting meant less and less. Leo had force but no passion and the sex had become meaningless for me. Size wasn't everything after all.

As I continued to resist Leo put his hand around my throat and pushed me back toward the bedroom. The knock on the door came like a bell of salvation. I was hard to think of a man as being a source of anything helpful until now. Now I knew I was desperate enough to clutch at any source of succor.

"Who the fuck ..." Leo began.

"Come in!" I called out. Leo turned on me as Sebastian came inside.

"Listen up you bastard," Leo snarled at Sebastian, "you get the hell out of my house."

"Gladly," Sebastian responded. "Let me get Sylvia and her bags and you'll never need to see me again."

"The Bitch is with me. I've already broken her in and I'm not done with her fat ass yet," he gloated. I flushed red with shame. Sebastian didn't say anything; he walked over, picked up my two bags and left out the door. Leo didn't know what to make of that.

"Sylvia," Sebastian asked me when he returned, "Is there anything else?"

"Get the fuck out of here," Leo sputtered.

"There are two dress bags in the bedroom plus a carry-on," I gasped because Leo still had his hand around my throat. Sebastian walked past us as if we weren't there and came back out with the rest of my luggage exhibiting an unnerving sense of purpose. When he came back he looked evenly at Leo.

"We are leaving now," he addressed Leo. Leo let me go and turned to face Sebastian. "Sylvia, please go to the car," Sebastian instructed me. Leo grabbed my arm and I was afraid a fight was going to break out. Instead Sebastian reached into his back pocket, pulled up his wallet. He counted out several bills and held them toward Leo.

"Here is $500; let us go and have yourself a good time," he offered. Leo looked at the money hungrily, his mind going over the possibilities. He pushed me toward Sebastian, took the money and laughed.

"Make sure to put the cunt on a bus back home when you finish drilling her," he chuckled.

"I will keep that in mind," Sebastian said evenly. "Sylvia, are you ready to go?"

"Oh yes," I sang out. I headed out of my sorry former dwelling and prayed I'd never see it again. The drive back to the motel passed in silence.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that," I apologized softly.

"Think nothing of it," he smiled. "I've had my share of messy break-ups." I had to look at him seriously for a bit. He seemed totally unflappable. "We will have to share the room but we do have two beds."

"Oh, okay," I responded. I knew I wasn't passed good-looking; that I could still be desirable and I knew I had that kind of reputation too. In my mind there was little choice in putting out for this job opportunity.

When we got back to the small motel she helped my get my bags inside without comment.

"I'll use the bathroom first," he said. "And I've got the bed closest to the door." He was casually disarming. I watched him head to the bathroom and five minutes later he came out bare-chested, well-defined in draw-string pajama pants. He barely gave me a look as he went to his bed, kicked back against the headboard and looked over his tablet.

I wasn't sure what to wear to bed. Normally I wore an old t-shirt but I wasn't sure what kind of impression that would make so I chose an old black satin slip that I hoped would double as a nightshirt. When I came out I was hoping for some sort of reaction but he barely noticed me. That was a terrible blow to my ego. I had slid into bed and rolled over to look at him when he glanced my way.

"What service do you use?" he asked.

"What?"

"What network are you on?" he clarified. I felt stupid, sighed and told him. He nodded.

"We'll find a place to get you an upgrade tomorrow; someplace along the way. You'll need a great deal more capability if you are going to be part of the team," he informed me.

I suddenly felt desperately aggressive. Sebastian had done so much for me already, expended so much money and time, but some part of the old me awoke from its slumber.

"I'll need some new clothes too," I told him. Sebastian didn't even bat an eye.

"We'll get your sizes and send a memo to my people in LA. They should have five or six suits ready for you by the time we arrive," he answered.

I leaned up on my elbow and looked over at him, the covers slipping down to my waist and the slip opening up enough to give a good view of my cleavage. He looked over to me and smiled.

"Time to turn in," he informed me. "I want to make an early start in the morning." He cut his light off and I heard him settle into his bed. I rolled over, looked up at the ceiling and struggled what to make of the situation.

(Wednesday)

I woke up to hear slightly strained noises from the foot of the bed. It took me a moment to orient myself; I was away from Leo and sharing a motel room with a man I barely knew. I sat up and saw Sebastian exercising at the foot of his bed. It was just past dawn and it looked like he'd been up for a while. I imagined his physique took a good amount of work to maintain and I took the next few minutes enjoying the view.

"Do you want to go running with me tomorrow morning?" he asked me. "I get up around five and try to get two miles in before working out." I had to gasp. I couldn't remember the last time I had a serious work out.

"Sure," I found myself saying.

"I'm going to grab a shower then we can go out to eat. You probably want to stop by your work and tell them where to send your last paycheck then we can get my car and head out," he told me.

"I'll shower after you," I responded. He nodded and walked to the bathroom. I followed him soon enough and by eleven we'd put the dust of my old home behind me. It was frightening and exciting at the same time.

Driving with the windows down in an expensive car tore years of failure and fatigue off my frame and clouds of doubt from my mind. I found myself tapping Sebastian's arm and smiling. He did something unexpected; he pulled over.

"Do you want to drive for a while?" he asked. I scooted over so fast I pushed him out the door.

He walked around and barely had time to buckle up before I tore down the road. This felt even better, having the power and control as well as the sensation of the fire racing down the road. He finally ended my fun by directing me to this country diner where I found I'd developed a greater hunger than I've had for some time.

We spent the rest of the day driving around heading generally west and stopping by various roadside shops looking for curios.

"What do you plan to do with any of this stuff?" I inquired.

"Oh, I'll set a shelf aside for this stuff to remind me to relax from time to time," he answered. I laughed at his response and took his hand before I even realized what I'd done.

Sebastian gave my hand a quick squeeze before letting go but that was as close as our contact got for the rest of the day. I could tell he liked me but I didn't know how much. He was used to keeping his emotions shadowed behind a congenial mask; it was part of the skill set you need when dealing with difficult people. It was a skill I'd have to reacquire.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I asked him as we sat down to dinner.

"We sell off component parts of corporations that are not core business and we have to get the best price. That means getting our client and the purchaser to come to an agreement on what a fair price is and that is where you come in."

"Oh, you've thought this out haven't you?" I wondered.

"Of course I have," he nodded. "As I said you are not a charity case; you got results in the past and I'm banking on you doing the same for me." Everything this man had done to wound my ego evaporated in the heady sensation of the prospect of the work I was born to do and had been denied from for so long.

"Thank you for this," I told him. "I can't imagine I was your first choice for this."

"No you were not, but you are the most qualified," he informed me. I had to agree with that; ten years ago I had been one of the best mediators in the country. I was going to win that back. Something about the way Sebastian talked to me made me believe I could do just that.

Evening came around and we found ourselves dressed in the same large bed together. I was watching TV and Sebastian was working on his phone talking business – so much for his vacation. When he finished up I noticed him watching the show with me. I decided I had to do something about that.

"Do you want the controller?" I asked casually. He shrugged and scooted over the bed close to me. I handed him the remote control and he began channel surfing. I let my gaze wander from the screen to the side of his face. I leaned forward and kissed him on the jawline right below the ear. When he turned and looked at me I wasn't sure what to make of his expression.

He answered my concern by putting the control down, putting his hand on the base of my skull and pulling me into a deeper kiss. I pushed my way closer to him and he rolled onto his side facing me. His kisses brought me back to another time; he was drinking deep of my passion, tasting me, not devouring me.

I felt him push me down and get on top. One hand began rubbing my nipple through the sheer fabric of my slip while his other hand took me by the back of the knee and pulled my leg up. I found my own hands running through his short dark blonde hair while the other sought out his crotch. He was aroused and I could make out his dimensions.

He wasn't as long as Leo, but definitely as thick and I had to admit I was a bit of a slut for comparing the two men on such a simple scale but my hunger for sex had always been something that I found hard to control. As he drew my leg up along his own leg I could feel his cock pushing against me.

Sebastian soon discovered something of my plan for the evening; I didn't have on any underwear. I ran his fingers up my thighs, over my hips to my ass and finally around to cunt. He didn't seem to be wasting any time and I could feel myself getting ready for some hard fucking. I was starting to breathe deeper.

"I have something I should tell you first," he said as he broke contact. "I take a long time to orgasm."

"What? Huh? What do you mean?" I asked.

"I usually take around twenty minutes," he warned me; of course I was thinking of a guy who could go strong and hard for twenty minutes and how that stoked my own lusts.

"Okay," I responded.

"Normally women get a little worn out and sore," he explained. I kissed him in response. He looked me in the eyes. "I should get a condom then," he smiled.

"I'm clean," I assured him. After seeing Leo I could see how he might be nervous. "I'm on the pill too." He made his assessment of me known by immediately diving back in.

He pulled me up and started working my slip up over my head and tossed it to the foot of the bed. I reacted by working down his pajama bottoms. When his penis popped free I took a moment to run my hand over and around it. He quickly got between my legs, propping up my legs to each side and I was expecting a quick assault when he leaned over me and suckled on my nipples.

There was no penetration; he hovered over me, less than an inch away from pushing inside my pussy but holding back. He kept teasing me and I started pulling up for kisses of my own. It had been so long since I had had more than a slam-fest that I barely knew how to react. Better yet, he ran his hands over my curves, made a little softer over time, with tenderness.

"You like?" I asked seductively.

"Why are you even asking," he wondered. "I've been trying to figure out a way to sleep with you since you called me and told me you had accepted my offer."

"I couldn't tell," I admitted.

"If I was easy to read I wouldn't be good at my job. Besides, I didn't want to put you in a position where you felt you needed to sleep with me," he confided.

"I had to make the first move?" I grinned.

"You work for me Sylvia," he told me. "I can't have you thinking you have your job because of your performance in the bedroom."

"Sebastian can we get back to the performance in the bedroom," I murmur to him. He started nibbling on my neck and rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. "I want you in me," I whispered. "It has been a long time since anyone has made love to me." His response was a slow steady penetration that made me filled up and in more than one way.

Power and sex cohabitate on a frighteningly regular basis and if Sebastian was half as good as I thought he was he had to have attracted more than his fair share of women. He certainly was no stranger to the female form. It had been fifteen years since I had a man play me this well, like a concert violinist playing every individual cord.

As I murmured, groaned, gasped, or grunted he changed up his technique. At times I wasn't sure which way my body was going or how close my orgasm was until it enveloped me in a fiery rush of womanhood. He wasn't lying about his stamina either though he rolled me on top for a while so his arms and back could recover from the strain.

Only when I couldn't take anymore did I start to egg him on the best way I knew how.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me; make me scream damn you!" I shouted loud enough to wake the neighbors. Sebastian put the artistry of love-making aside and began thrusting violently into me. My legs wrapped around his ass even though they ached from overuse.

When I heard him grunt, saw his body tense up, and felt his seed splash into me I knew I'd run a sexual marathon. I also glowed in a sense of physical triumph, driving my body forward down roads long unused. I had made a man happy and it had mattered to me. I had sex with someone who wanted me for the skills I brought to the table and not the shell that housed them. I felt like a conquering goddess.

(Thursday)

The conquering goddess was going to die; my lungs were on fire, my legs had turned to lead, and my heart was pounding from over exertion. Sebastian turned us back after a half mile because he feared for my well-being. If he had any comments about my lack of running experience he was kind enough to keep them to himself.

When we got back to the motel room he was kind enough to let me stretch while he went through half of his workout routine. He helped me during the second half which was sheer torture. The only two redeeming qualities of the whole experience were that we got to shower together and that he rubbed me down when we got out. The man had magic hands and the ointment he used burnt like fire but stole the stiffness from the most severely traumatized muscles as I lay on my stomach.

"You do this every day?" I groan.

"I find that it gives me the stamina to get me through those long days," he said serenely. I knew he was right but that didn't make me feel any better at the moment. "Tomorrow will be a little harder, but it gets better after that, I promise."

"I'm not sure we can have sex tonight," I found myself saying and immediately regretted. I wasn't sure what he would make of that challenge.

"Sex can be therapeutic," he suggested. "You relax and I'll do most of the work." His voice was soothing, playful, yet clearly sexually suggestive.

"Don't count on me being totally helpless," I groaned under his touch. He leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck.

"Never," he whispered. "You are a fighter."

"A fighter in need of training," I joked painfully. I was a long way from where I needed to be, but I was sure I could get there.

Our goal for the day was the city of Memphis. We voted to make it by lunch time so we could sample the Mississippi food for lunch and dinner. To me one of the plus was we were able to get a large motel room and go shopping for all kinds of things. I wasn't too happy on how my tight gym clothes fit, but I counted it as another goal for me to reach.

One reason we chose the hotel we did was that they had a dry clean service so Sebastian could get his laundry done. It also gave us the luxury of two rooms, not that I wanted to use mine. I fell upon Sebastian before dinner and despite my stiffness I did a good job of entertaining both of us long enough for him to orgasm. That I was able to enjoy a long orgasm of my own was a plus.

We walked downtown Memphis to find our dinner establishment. Our conversation was on a whole manner of subjects but finally migrated over to business. We talked over deals done in the past few years, decisions Sebastian had made, and even some critique of decisions he'd been unsure about. I resolved to start updating all my industry knowledge as soon as possible.

On the walk back we talked about his current business and I couldn't help but get truly aroused. He had a business worth about $122 million that need his help. They were at their core a shipping company that had wandering into other delivery services over the past few decades and were in the red the past five years. The specifics interested me but I was enraptured by the sense of opportunity.

When we got inside the door of our suite I fell on Sebastian and pushed him to the wall. I wanted to fuck his brains out but the reality was that I was at the end of my endurance. We fucked standing up next to the door but when I had my orgasm I collapsed back and nearly fell over.

My head felt light, my legs wobbly, and my muscles wouldn't uncramp. I was regretting my earlier sexual romp. Sebastian didn't seem to mind. He finished getting me undressed, slipped me into his bed, and after a brief stint in the bathroom he settled into bed next to me. I remember cuddling up to him before sleep took me.

(Friday)

I was getting used to Sebastian, with his dark blonde hard, hard body, light tan, strong white teeth, and keep fashion sense, being right all the time; he was stupidly like some fantasy superman. I was within an inch of his height, but my auburn hair was going to grey, my face blessed with my share of freckles, and my curves still curvaceous if a bit softened by a few extra pounds I'd put on since I turned thirty.

None of that really mattered except the extra weight because Sebastian had been right – the second day was far worse. I wanted Sebastian and his sympathetic face to leave me for the rats and ravens to devour but he refused to abandon me or to allow me to stop. I wasn't sure how I made it back to the hotel; it was a blur.

Again, a shower helped and the following massage felt even better. He convinced me that I had to eat breakfast and that going back to bed wasn't an option. I was feeling my age right up until he got me to the door of our room. He pressed my chest against door, I felt his hard on against my ass, and he kissed my neck for several seconds while his hands ran along my sides.

"God, you're sexy," he said in a passion-laden voice. I pushed my ass against him and moaned. His hands roamed down to my hips, gripped them and pushed me even harder against his cock. Sadly I felt my own limitations.

"Sebastian, I want you right now, but I'm sore," I sighed. He kissed me on the neck once more then let me up.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. I discovered that my appetite had increased, but in a good way. I was burning more energy and my body is firming out, not putting on pounds. When we get out Sebastian offered me the option to drive, but I decided I want to do some reading. I got from Sebastian his subscriptions to various online financial magazines to peruse.

"Hey," I said as we crossed over the Tennessee-Mississippi border, "some of this seems to be sensitive data."

"I have a good data miner," Sebastian smiled as the wind whipped through his hair. It reminded me of what I had been gone from for ten years.

"It is going to take me a few days to digest this," I warned him. He shook his head.

"It is a matter of you digesting what you need, not what I have. When you figure out what more you need I'll get it," he told me. All I could think of was 'Fuck yeah, this was what business was all about!' but I held my visible enthusiasm in check.

I almost resented our little stops along the way. I wanted to sit in the car and absorb all this new information. I had been in a baking desert for ten years and this was a glacier-fed lake, cool and refreshing. Only when I went into the shop and saw the local salesgirl fawning all over Sebastian was I reminded of what I had at stake.

I could act possessive, but that wasn't appropriate; he wasn't mine. I resolved to act friendly and see where that got me.

"Hey Sebastian," I smiled while fixing the perky salesgirl with a glance, "what are you looking at?"

"Some civil war memorabilia," he said showing me an old lead civil war statue.

"It looks old," I had to admit. The girl smiled and leaned over the counter. I was thankful that her bosom wasn't overflowing, but she did a good imitation by squeezing them together with her arms.

"How much?" he swept the girl with an intense look. She was momentarily stunned and licked her lips. The girl never had a chance in their bargaining. Back in the car I had to ask,

"Do you use that often?"

"Use my sexuality? Yes, don't you?" he answered.

"Yes," I said with a flip of my hair and an upturn of the lips. "Are you using it on me?"

"I think it is safe we are using our wiles on each other," he grinned. I wasn't sure what to make of that. I was true I'd tried to influence him but the realization that he'd tried influence me too was a bit disappointing.

"You find the need to manipulate me," I said lightly but with my worry on the inside.

"I have to get you to exercise somehow," he smiled. "The rest has been real enough."

"So you didn't feel the need to seduce me?" I wondered.

"We need to trust one another, which means you have to be sure I'm not manipulating you Sylvia. With me business comes first; I hope you can understand that," he explained.

I thought about that for a while down the road before deciding I liked what he said. He could have been lying to me, but I had to hope he wasn't. By the time we reached New Orleans I realized it didn't matter; I was going to be good at my job and if I got to sleep with my boss, it would be on my terms. By the time we sat down for dinner I was even surer of my fate; I was going to be the best at my job and he would need me no matter what.

(Saturday)

The world was a cruel, heartless place where people would run past us as the dawn touched the Mississippi. Sebastian kept pace with me as I died trying to make it one mile, but it was almost worth it when he put an arm around my waist as we entered the hotel. The fear of the workout drove any thought of sex from my mind. The look of Sebastian holding my feet down as I struggled with my sit-ups drove me through the last few repetitions.

When doing the pull ups, Sebastian wrapped his hands around my thighs which placed my ass firmly against his chest. When I finished I told him and he let me go rather abruptly. My hands cramped and my gripped tightened so I couldn't let go. My toes could barely touch the ground.

"Sebastian," I called out.

"Oh, are you stuck?" he asked.

"Yes," I groaned. He moved up and I expected a little pick up but instead he pushed himself up against me. His hands started on my stomach, moved up to cup my breasts and then rubbed my upper chest.

"Is there a problem," he said softly. I moaned. He reached down and started stroking my distended breasts once more causing my nipples to perk up. At the same time he began kissing my back and neck. "Can you get down yet?" he inquired.

"No," I moaned. "I don't know how this is helping."

"I was hoping the increase in blood pressure would help. I guess I need to do more," he suggested. His hands moved down, hooked the band of my shorts and slipped them down incrementally. When they passed my ass crack he began planting kisses and teasing with his tongue. I was really getting into it when my damn fingers came free and I fell against him.

"See, I knew that would work," he teased me.

"Bastard," I panted. I wanted him, but I wanted to sit down even more and I was sure he knew it. He patted my ass and went back to his bedroom. I finished stripping down, got in the shower and made my way out to the common area where Sebastian was already waiting, damn him and his effortlessly casual style.

I would have liked to stay longer in New Orleans, but Sebastian reminded me we had six days to get to Los Angeles. I spent most of the day getting homework done, but got a call from a fashion boutique in Hollywood letting me know how my suits were finished. I accessed their site and went over my new attire over and over again. They were sexy without being racy, stylish and cut to accentuate my assets.

At lunch I showed him the outfits and Sebastian whistled. Only when I saw the smile on his face did it occur to me I had no idea how much they cost. At one time I did, but not anymore, but I didn't feel I could ask him. I could show him how appreciative I was though. I fell on him the moment the door to our hotel room closed.

"Damn, I want you," I said intently as we lay on the bed, me on top. He responded by kissing me on the lips, our tongues battling, and putting his hands on the small of my back. I ground my crotch into his groin while working off my shirt with my hands. I got my knees underneath me so that when I pulled my shirt off my boobs popped out inches from his eyes.

Sebastian brought his hands up and undid my bra clasp and my breasts sprang free. I grabbed one and lowered it to his lips which he duly and fully appreciated. He reached between us and undid our pants buttons and his belt. He pulled his belt free and playfully smacked my ass with it. Even through the pants it felt good.

"Do you like that?" he asked quizzically. I felt a little embarrassed but I nodded. Sebastian rolled me over, pulled off his shirt, and dropped down for more succulent kisses. He kissed my left nipple, belly, and as he pulled my pants down, my hips. He then kissed his way up my calves and thighs before stripping me of my panties.

No sooner had he come up for a quick lick of my quim did I put my hand on his head.

"No, I want you remember?" I reminded him. I pulled him up and stripped off his pants and underwear while he kicked off his shoes. With that done, I pulled Sebastian onto the bed and pressed him down. I ran my hands over his body before kissing him on his abs and hips.

I grabbed his cock and began stroking it up and down. I kissed the tip then turned my gaze up and soaked up the look of expectation on his face. I went back kissing his penis head and running my tongue round the tip. When I sucked in the helmet he gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a moan. I began bobbing my head up and down while taking his balls in my hands and playing with them.

I had given a blowjob less than a week ago, but this was different. No one was pressing my down their shaft, or using my mouth as a fuck-box. This time I was giving a damn blowjob. I was teasing and tantalizing him, making his body shake with desire and his breathing coming in deeper and deeper cycles. I only wish I could make him come right then and there.

As it was I worked him over good for over five minutes before I pushed him from his viewing position on his elbows fully back on the bed. When I straddled him I got the look of him closing his eyes and glowing in pleasure. Fuck his cock felt good stretching me out and pushing in. It was all the better because I knew I was going to ride this man to climax.

Sebastian held my ass as I rode him until my muscles burned and my legs ached. I exploded into one of the best orgasms of my life but I couldn't give up. For some reason I couldn't get enough of this younger man right now. I flipped over on him so that he was between my legs and driving in with savage thrusts. My moans had become grunts and groans.

Pain was replacing pleasure over my fatigued body. I was so far invested in the experience that it took me a moment to realize we had stopped.

"Wha ... why?" I gasped.

"I was worried about you," I informed me. "You could barely keep your arms or legs up."

"Damn you," I ground out, "I am still wet. Keep fucking me."

"I would prefer you to stay conscious," he joked. "Maybe after dinner."

"Fuck you, you bastard," I teased him. I would have been angrier if only I could move. Sebastian pumped three more times into me in a gentle fashion just to prove his mastery of the situation.

When he pulled up he stopped to help me sit up as well. He tried to kiss me but I turned away.

"No, I'm still angry with you," I told him. He kissed me on the cheek stood up and went to the bathroom. I followed a minute later.

"If you don't let me have my fun I may have to find someone else," I said. He responded by wrapping his arms around me.

"Really; are you planning to run faster than I can catch you," he taunted me. It had been too long since a man had pursued me and it felt great, but I wasn't going to let Sebastian know that.

"Maybe if dinner is good enough I might forgive you," I suggested. I loved sex and my arrogant exploration of that had cost me so much when I was younger, but I also knew I had a good thing now. After dinner I crawled back to our room with plans for sexual revenge.

(Sunday)

When I woke up I was laying on the sofa with Sebastian nudging me awake in his jogging clothes.

"Wake up sleepyhead," he grinned.

"Let me go back to the sleep," I muttered.

"No," he insisted. "You need to do this."

"No," I grumbled and rolled face first into the sofa. He responded by moving his hands over my body. At first I resisted, pulling away from his touch but soon he was arousing me, with the irritating side effect of waking me up. I opened and eye and gazed up at him.

"Sex," I demanded.

"When we get back," he offered. I knew that was a lie. I would be too tired for sex when I got back but I really no longer had a choice. I got up, changed and went running with my tormentor. When we got back we went through the work out and showered.

The bed felt good when I flopped belly first onto it fresh from the shower. I was letting my mind wander over what I would wear when I felt Sebastian's hand on my ankle.

"Hmm ..." I murmured. His hand caressed my foot, ankle and calf as he pulled my legs apart. I decided to allow him to pleasure me for a while and he didn't disappoint.

His touch went up my legs with him nibbling along the back of my calves and thighs. Every so often he pushed my legs farther apart as he moved his mouth closer to his goal. My sore hips protested somewhat but by now I was soaked. His first finger to touch my pussy lips was stimulating.

"Yes," I said hungrily. His fingers began to play havoc with my senses and I began purring continuously. He began kissing my cunt without warning, tickling my clit with his rolled up tongue. I gave a start but when I rocked back I got another sensation, that of his nose pressing into my ass.

I hadn't started out liking anal sex but I had learned to love it. It was really my only favorite position with Leo; where I would be able to come before he did. I didn't have time to talk with Sebastian about it because the combination of his intentions and my own racy thoughts caused my climax to overwhelm me. Sebastian stayed with me, licking me, until I finally came down.

"I promised you sex," Sebastian said and I had little doubt he had a grin on that self-satisfied face.

"Do you like having sex with me?" I asked. His response was to spank me hard enough to leave a mark. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You have a sweet ass, I felt like it, and it was there," he replied. "Do you like having sex with me?" That answer made me go from confusion to laughter. Sometimes life is not that complicated.

"Bend over, let me spank you and I'll show you how much," I told him. He smartly declined.