He went back to the garage to find his
Cadillac. Taking the elevator, he was met by another servant
heading out. She greeted him shyly and rode quietly to the garage
level. James said in parting, "Nice to meet you." and turned to his
car.
"Good to meet you ... with clothes on." she
giggled and walked away.
Ernest was checking his oil and James
introduced himself.
"Ah, you do wear clothes." and chuckled.
"You're the second one to comment on my
clothing. Is there something I need to know?"
"Eh, you might not be interested, but
security kicked on the monitors in our room last night and we
followed you around the place. Nice shot in the elevator by the
way." and laughed out loud.
"You're kidding!" James was fuming, "Is
Cathleen aware of that?"
"Son, everyone is aware of that." and closed
the hood. "I liked to died when that maid caught you bare naked!"
laughing away.
Great, he just started working here and
already he was a huge embarrassment. James' phone went off in his
pocket, making a sound he didn't recognize. Looking at it, he saw a
text message and read it.
'Mary sends her regards' with an attachment.
Opening it, James was hit with a photo of him in the elevator with
the maid. Obviously, the picture was of a monitor that had still
framed on the shot. James knew someone was in the security room,
viewing the recording of his trek from Cathleen's room to his.
Looking at the sender name, he saw it was
from Cathleen Spencer. Texting back, 'probably her first thrill in
months.' and sent it.
She replied with, 'where are you going?' and
he responded with, 'store for groceries and some damn underwear.'
and sent that back.
Slamming the door, his ego wounded, he
almost peeled out of the place. He was glad that he didn't because
people were standing outside smoking. The women all waved at him
and one held a thumb to her hear with her pinky extended mouthing,
"Call me." James wouldn't mind if it wasn't an older lady doing
that!
Arriving at the mall, he locked the doors
and headed in. He went for underwear first, and looked for bikini
underwear. Finding a store that offered them, he bought a dozen
pair. Leaving that store, he found a novelty store and they offered
men's thongs. Figuring, 'what the hell', he bought five of those in
different colors. Noticing some maid outfits, he picked out two
black and white ones for the twins. He spotted a pink thong with a
built-in vibrator in the front. Thinking of Lisa, he bought what he
thought was her size. He grabbed flavored lotions and other items
that might benefit a woman, and then made his way out.
Heading for the car, he texted Mike to see
if he was still good to meet up. He replied with a 'yeah' so he
headed there. Mike probably shit a load when men showed up to get
his things. He hoped to rest any fears he had and explain anything
Mike was confused about.
He pulled into the lot right as Mike got
there. Hopping out, he walked with him to a bench.
"So, this all started with a limo trip?"
Mike started.
"Yes, a wedding run." James admitted.
"Wow dude, you hit the jack pot!"
"That depends really." James sighed.
"How's that; shit man, you got it made."
"I am feeling a bit trapped, buddy." he
said, sounding depressed.
"Yeah, trapped in heaven of all places!"
Mike exclaimed, excited for his friend.
"Mike, look at it this way. If I screw this
up, these people can screw my life up." and sighed, “These are
heavy hitters.”
"So, what is the biggest responsibility you
have?" Mike tried to help.
"It's a toss-up. Either pleasing the clients
that could be self-centered and finicky or maintaining a quarter of
a million dollars in an expense account." he huffed, "Which one you
think is more important?"
"I would love to have your problems, if you
could call that much money a problem." Mike chuckled.
"That's one month." James whispered. "That's
three million a year."
"You need a lawyer." Mike suggested.
"Yeah; for a lousy expense account." James
said with a sigh.
They talked for a while and Mike claimed he
would be at the transportation company that afternoon. They agreed
to keep in touch and James left for his doctor's appointment.
Pulling out his phone, he looked up the
information. There were no details, only the subject line. Left
with nothing, James had to call someone so he remembered Cathleen
texted him so he would try that.
'Dr. appt. unknown location.' and
waited.
Cathleen sent, 'rec room L2.'
James should have realized that; with
lawyers, accountants, and now, internal doctors. She is going to
think I'm stupid. Texting back, he wrote, '2
nd
opinion?"
hoping she would get the humor.
Cathleen replied, 'Your head needs checked
too'.
Sending her a 'thanks', he headed for the
grocery store. After picking up the items on the list, he headed
for home. That thought alone rattled his head. Home was now a
mansion with a compound under it. He couldn't help feeling a little
... overwhelmed.
Parking the car in the parking lot, James
unloaded items from his briefcase he didn't want to carry around.
He left his weapon in the car. He didn't want Niles to come out and
take it again. Opening the glove box, he discovered boxes of
condoms, leaving no room for anything else. There was a compartment
in the middle front seat and he left it there with a flashlight and
map. Since he was the only one driving the vehicle, he didn't have
to worry about leaving it in the car, it was, after all, his
car.
As he headed for the entrance, one of the
smokers outside yelled, "Decided to wear clothes today?" and
snickered with the rest of the group.
James replied, "The boss lets me run around
naked. Don't be jealous." as he passed them. He was pretty much
over it. There wasn't anything he could do about it and it was
Cathleen's fault, not his.
Arriving on the second floor, he made his
way to the rec room. Dropping two bags of groceries off at the mini
kitchen, he set to work stowing the goods.
After finishing that chore, he looked around
for anyone that could tell him where the doctor was. The woman that
gave him the grocery list came in.
"Pardon me, I picked up the grocery list and
put them away. Would you know where I could find the doctor? I have
an appointment due."
"Yes, look for an older woman about five
nine, a thirty inch waist, double D breasts, and blonde hair." she
rattled off, "She goes by the name of Dr. Song."
"Thank you Miss... ?" James replied, urging
her for a name.
"Song… Dr. Song." she offered her hand.
James was taken back, he had no idea she was
a doctor. "You have my apologies! I didn't realize I had met a
medical professional. I thought you were decor for the facility!"
shaking her hand.
"Oh, I thought that was what you were!" she
laughed.
"So, where do I go for my physical?" James
enquired.
"Right here is fine, go ahead and strip."
reaching for something under the sink.
James looked around at the few people
sitting on the sunken floor’s couch, "Isn't there some place more
private?
"What, you didn't seem to have a problem
last night." pulling a black bag out, "I think I saw a pimple on
your left ass cheek we should look at..." she mumbled.
"Please doctor; last night was a prank that
someone pulled on me." James begged.
She looked at him funny, "Head for your room
dumbass." she ordered.
"Oh!" James laughed, "A doctor that makes
house calls, how rare!" and led the way to his room.
The doctor checked his vitals, took a blood
sample, and asked him about his exercise, diet, and medical
history. She reminded him to fill out all the paperwork so she
could get his medical record.
"I haven't gotten any forms yet." James
replied.
Dr. Song walked over to his computer desk,
picked up a box of books, sat it on his bed, and grabbed a manila
folder. Handing him the forms, she asked, "Did your mother have a
hard time raising you?"
"I hope not." and watched as the doctor
packed up her gear.
"Ok, six months from now, same thing." and
opened the door. "See me with anything unusual."
"Wait, what about my pimple?" James asked
with a grin.
"Oh, I forgot about that. Bend over." she
ordered.
Hesitantly, James stood up, not knowing if
she was serious, watching her eyes for any hint. She crossed her
arms while she waited. With a shrug, he bent over the bed.
She pulled his pink boxers down, 'Smack!'
"That's for being a smartass!" she sneered, and out the door she
went.
James rubbed his ass and yelled, "Thank
you!" as the door closed.
'A doctor with a sense of humor, how
rare.'
he thought.
Finding this to be the perfect time to
change underwear, he went ahead and stored his purchases and tried
a pair on. ‘
Great, I’m a Chippendale dancer
.’ he noted. The
rest of his time was spent filling out forms. Health, Dental, and
Life insurance, clauses, release forms ... even a Spenco
application. James' head was spinning from too much
information.
Finally finished, he pulled his old phone
out and added contacts to his new phone. He noticed an email lit up
on his phone. He didn't know he had an email account. Checking into
it, he found his email address. He also figured out how to add his
personal email to the phone. The email he received was a standard
welcome message telling him he had joined the company network.
His time was coming up to pick up his client
at the airport. He didn't know what to do with the forms.
Remembering the intercom, he picked it up and dialed zero. 'Hello
James' he heard Virgil through the phone.
"Greetings Virgil, I have my forms filled
out and wanted to know where I drop them off."
"Bring them to us in the security room.
We’ve got more things for you." he said, and hung up the phone.
James headed there and knocked on the door.
Niles opened it and patted him down. Taking the folder, he handed
James more gear.
Checking them off, Niles said, "Pepper
spray, hand cuffs, earpiece..."
"Are we expecting Armageddon or something?"
James asked, looking at the gear being handed to him.
Virgil said, "Protestors are gathering at
the drop point."
James could only assume it was the hotel he
was taking his client to.
After some instructions for the radio and
ear piece, James had to rib them a little.
"We had a security breach last night.
Someone put the security cameras on everyone's room monitor."
"Uh, that was me." Virgil admitted, "I
bumped a button or something." and grinned.
"Ah, no harm done, as long as it doesn't
wind up on YouTube or something." James replied.
"That would be bad, wouldn't it Virgil?"
Niles snickered, and ushered James out.
He checked the flight on his phone, seeing
that it was arriving early. He headed to the airport and parked in
the commercial lot. They issued him a sign that simply read
'Spenco' with the company logo. He headed to the pickup location
drivers were instructed to wait at.
Twenty minutes after the flight arrived, he
saw his client. Wearing a business outfit with a low cleavage
blouse; she wasn't a model, but she was better than average. She
had the demeanor of a business woman, but still maintained a sexy
walk.
"Greetings and welcome to our fair city."
James smiled.
"You must be James, a pleasure." and headed
for her luggage.
"Your luggage will arrive on carrousel
number three." James informed her. He always checked for the
client. It makes it easier on them.
While she waited for the luggage to pop up,
James remembered his instructions. Pushing the small button on the
ear piece, he said, "Made contact with client." and released it. A
'Roger' came back at him.
He loaded the luggage in the car after
letting his client in and headed for downtown. His GPS gave him an
estimated eighteen minute arrival time. Keying his ear piece, he
informed them of that. Clipping his weapon into his pants, he then
settled in for the drive.
Approaching the off ramp, he informed
security of it. Tuesday downtown, no matter the time of day, was
always a hustle and bustle. The red lights don't help any either.
Fortunately, the hotel was only a block off the exit.
Sitting at the red light, right in front of
the hotel, James noted all the protestors with their signs,
chanting whatever their complaints were over and over. It's a shame
the hotel only had one entrance. The garage they use was off site.
Then, the client would have to walk.
Pulling into the circle valet area, James
put it in park. Before unlocking the door, he asked Mrs. Gracie to
wait for him to open hers. Perhaps James could be a buffer against
any crowd that might form around the car. He informed security that
he arrived at his destination.
Stepping out, James looked around at the
mass of people. He spotted local news networks off to the side. One
man stood out with James, wearing a hoodie over his head. The crowd
looked angry, yelling obscenities his way. They weren't happy about
their place of work closing down and restructuring.
James made his way to the rear passenger
door facing the hotel entrance. Checking one more time, it looked
as if Mrs. Gracie would have a safe departure. It was a beeline to
the entrance and clear of any obstructions.
James opened the door and his client put her
foot out. The hoodie pushed his way into the valet circle and
reached a hand in his pocket, grimacing from his effort. James saw
him approach and placed his hand on the client's head, shoving her
back in the car, and closing the door with his hip.