The Agency Ch. 23 (Retreat Pt. 04)

My rest day came at just the right time. I hardly left the comforts of my bed, as the previous four days had taken nearly all my energy. Thankfully, room service arrived with a feast for me to use to reload and prepare for the next round of women.

Taylor Swift had the following day scheduled all for herself. It was the last day I would get to spend with her, so I knew that she would want to make it count. The next week, a whole new group of celebrities would be arriving at the resort, bringing a lot more work.

Taylor arrived right on time. I could tell that she had a sexual hunger that needed to be satisfied as soon as I saw her. Our relationship was different than that of most of my other clients. It appeared that not only did Taylor need me for the sexual release, but she also needed me to satisfy other emotional needs.

Moments after answering the door, Taylor and I found ourselves ripping each other's clothes off in my bedroom. The rest day had served me well, as I was ready to take on Taylor's sexual ferocity. Somehow after over a year on the job, I still couldn't help but be surprised every time I saw Taylor naked. Even with our past, she still had an innocence and modesty imprinted on my mind.

The next hour was far from innocent or modest, though. Taylor and I took turns working our bodies on one another. Taylor rode me with a certain aggression I had never seen from her. We both knew this is the last time we would be together for the next few months; she needed to get her money's worth.

Over an hour past before our bodies finally separated and fell beside each other on the bed. Taylor's small perky tits rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. I couldn't help but scan her sexy long body sprawled out on the bed.

"Seems like you have had a good week," Taylor said with heavy breath, "Selena told me that you two had quite the time together."

"I certainly enjoyed it. I'm glad to hear that she enjoyed it too."

"We were discussing that we will need to find a way to book you together with us soon. I plan on talking with Eliza before I leave about how we can work that out."

As if the passionate sex I had just finished wasn't good enough, now I had a threesome to look forward to. Hard to beat that type of start to the day.

Taylor and I did as we always did: sex and talking. The day was full of sex; albeit, not as long or intense as our first romp of the morning. The talking was also great. It bummed me out that Taylor was just a client and not someone that I could actually hang out with on a regular basis. While our sexual attraction was always high, what I missed the most was how down to earth she was.

Ariel and Jennifer closed out the week strong. I had been very worried about the strenuous schedule, but everything seemed to work out well.

The next week and a half seemed to fly by. Kaley Cuoco and Meghan Trainor made a few visits during the time; but most of my time was filled with lesser known celebrities, who left a weak impression in the bedroom.

It was difficult for anything to compete with that first week of celebrities. Taylor, Selena and Ariel stuck in my mind for the remainder of the retreat. Those three had probably offered me the best sex during the entire retreat.

On the final day, everyone from the Agency met at the convention center for the closing ceremonies. Mark Ziller, the owner and founder, got up again to thank us for our hard work. He tried to offer up a pep talk, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. I know his speech fell flat with me, mainly because I was getting to see Samantha for the first time in two and a half weeks.

Samantha and I whispered back and forth during the entire speech. Even with all of the fun I had during the "Customer Appreciation" portion of the retreat, I had still missed Samantha. For the first time in a long time, I longed to be with someone.

Mark finally finished his speech, and all of the associates made their way out of the convention center to charter buses that were parked outside. By the time we made it to the airport, the large group of associates split up. The group split up into smaller groups who were headed to different terminals to catch flights back to their homes. The Los Angeles group was by far the largest individual group, which made sense given the history of The Agency and its geographic proximity to many celebrities.

I was seated next to Samantha on the long flight home, which made me incredibly happy. We both seemed anxious to catch up, but we tread lightly around the talk about work.

"How'd your time go these last few weeks?" Samantha asked, once she had overcome the fright from takeoff.

"Oh, you know, it was pretty good. Some good times and some less exciting times. I'm worn out, though. Ready to go home and rest."

"I hear ya. This is probably the toughest time of year for me. Hopefully I picked up a few new clients out of this. I had some high rollers show up. If I even land one or two of them it would help me out a lot."

To some, the thought of their girlfriend with another man is a turn on. For me, that is not the case. It made my stomach a little uneasy to imagine anyone with Samantha. I realized that it was part of our job, because I was doing the same thing; but it didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. I did my best to avoid the subject of work.

"What are you planning on doing when we get back to LA?" I asked.

"I'll have a few days off before my next assignment. I was hoping that I could spend at least some of the time with you," Samantha replied with a smile.

"Of course, I'd love that!"

Samantha laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. We were both exhausted from the last few weeks, but it was extremely comforting to feel each other's warmth once again.

Mid-flight, we both fell asleep. By the time we woke up, the wheels of the plane were touching down in California. Every associate wanted to rush off the plane and go home, which actually made getting off the plane take longer. It had been a long month and everyone seemed to be happy to be home.

The whole gang met up at baggage claim, chatting one final time before we went our separate ways. It seemed unlikely that we would be able to get all six of us together at the same time, at least until next year's retreat. Everyone hugged and went their separate ways.

Jake and I had ridden to the airport together, so we got in the car and headed back to my apartment. Jake began to tell me about all the women he had been with over the last few weeks. He seemed proud of both his client base and his prowess in the bedroom. I mainly stayed silent and allowed him to brag.

Jake didn't bother sticking around for long when we got to the apartment. He took his bags out of my car and loaded them into his and hit the road. I was glad to see him go; not that I didn't like him, but I needed some time to myself.

The next morning, I woke up to a text from Samantha, which wasn't surprising given we had texted ever since leaving each other at the airport.

"You+Me - Tonight" the message read.

The message put a smile on my half-awake face. It had been a long time since I had a steady girlfriend; and even though our jobs made the relationship strange, I was thrilled to have her in my life. With every other relationship in my life being based around sex, it was nice to finally have one that was being built on more.

I wanted to do something special for Samantha. This would be our first official date, so I thought it was only appropriate I treated it as such. En Vogue was one of the hot new restaurants in the area, with all of its modern décor and pretentious food. It seemed like the perfect place for a first date.

I rolled up to Samantha's apartment wearing some dress pants and a well fit button up shirt. It was far nicer than any of the beach wear I had donned at the retreat, but I wanted to dress to impress.

"Hey, come on in for a second," Samantha said, opening the door further, "I just need to slip on my shoes and I'll be ready to leave."

Samantha looked absolutely amazing. It takes a lot to impress me, given how many attractive women I have been with in my day, but Samantha looked perfect. She was wearing a purple dress, which showed off a fair amount of her ample cleavage and fit well against her long sexy body.

"You look amazing," I stammered, unable to put into words the way I really felt about how she looked.

"You look pretty handsome yourself," Samantha replied, leaning in and giving me a kiss.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I was walking proud with my sexy girlfriend hanging off my arm. We made our way through the crowd to the host.

"My name is Joe Williams, I had a reservation for seven o'clock."

"Ahh, yes Mr. Williams, I have you right here. It will be about 90 minutes before we can get you back."

"90 minutes? But, I made a reservation."

"Yes, sir, you did. That reservation got you in the building. Now you will have to wait for a table to open up."

I stood speechless. How could a restaurant operate in such a manner? I was already starving, and there is no way I could make it another hour and a half without eating. I looked at Samantha, and I could tell she wasn't thrilled about waiting around in this lobby for 90 minutes, either.

"How about we just go somewhere else?" I asked Samantha, "There are a lot of good restaurants around here."

"Sounds good to me! I know I don't want to wait," Samantha said, popping off of the bench and grabbing onto my arm.

We began to walk down the street, which was lined with nice restaurants, all of which had lines out the door. A mile's worth of restaurants and all of them were packed. Across the road from all of the restaurants was a large city park.

"Hey, why don't we go eat over there," Samantha said, pointing toward the park.

"Where?" I said, looking to see if there was some restaurant that I was missing.

"That food truck over there."

"Are you sure?" I asked, unsure of how romantic a food truck would be for our first date.

"Yeah! It will be great."

Samantha and I crossed the road and walked up to the artfully decorated food truck. A sweaty man popped his head out of the little window and took our order, before heading to the other end of the truck to prepare it. I had been prepared to spend well over $100 at En Vogue, and we got our entire meal at the food truck for $14.59.

Samantha led me into the park, and we took a seat at a park bench, which faced a beautiful pond. It was a wonderful night to be outside. It was warm, but not hot. A cool light breeze swept through the humid air.

"Wow, this food is amazing," Samantha said, taking a bite out of her fish taco.

I took a bite of my burrito and was astonished at how delicious the food was.

"Holy cow! I never would have thought this came from some guy parked near the park. This is great!" I raved.

Samantha and I sat on the bench and ate our meal, watching kids feeding ducks with their parents at the pond and couples on bicycles riding past. It wasn't a rich stuffy restaurant; it was so much better.

After we ate, Samantha and I began to walk along the path that snaked through the park. It was far simpler than anything I would have planned, but just being with Samantha and getting to talk in such a beautiful place, was perfect. Samantha wasn't high maintenance. Heck, she turned down a meal at one of the nicest restaurants in town, in favor of a food truck and walk in the park. If I wasn't smitten before, I definitely was now.

As the sunlight faded behind the trees, the air grew cooler. Samantha's dress, while sexy, was not really meant for this cool air.

"How about if we head back to my place to hang out for a while?" I offered, as Samantha began to shiver.

"That'd be great!"

My apartment was relatively close, so it only took a few minutes to arrive, even with LA traffic. I was a little concerned at how Samantha would react to my tiny apartment, given how much nicer hers was.

"This is a cozy little place," Samantha said as she walked inside.

"Yeah, I've been renting it since I got out of college. When I got the job with The Agency, I thought about upgrading; but with how little I am around, it seemed like it would be a waste."

"Great decision!" Samantha praised, "The first thing I did when I got my signing bonus was get a new apartment. Worst decision I have ever made. Don't get me wrong, I love my apartment; but I only end up staying in it about a month a year. As soon as my lease runs out, I'm going to find a new place to live."

We curled up together on the couch and began to talk about our families.

"My parents moved to Florida when I started college. I see them once every couple of years now," I said, "They always keep telling me I need to visit, but they refuse to come here. It has been a battle. I love them, but they don't seem to realize that they are the ones with all the free time, now that they are retired. It is hard for me to drop everything and come visit them."

"Any siblings?" Samantha inquired.

"Nope, only child."

"Well, as you know, I moved to Los Angeles after I graduated school. I'm originally from rural Missouri, and my parents still live there. I spent my entire life in the same town until I went to college, which was in the nearest big town. I always had big dreams for my life, and knew that I could never achieve them in my little Podunk town.

"That is why I moved to LA. Missouri was holding me back, so I decided to go big. I got a sales job and you know the rest of the story. My older sister has never wanted to leave Missouri, but my little sister is so jealous of all the things I get to do in LA."

"Wow, there are more of you?" I laughed.

"Oh yes! Just wait until you meet them someday. It is quite the treat to watch the three of us go at it. My older sister is two years older than me, and my younger sister just turned 18. We have always gotten on each other's nerves, but in the most loving way possible," Samantha giggled.

"Does anyone in your family know what you are doing for work now?"

"Just my little sister. She is the only one of my family members who wouldn't freak out. I don't tell her much of what I do, because she is still so young. What about you?"

"No, my parents would have a stroke if they knew what I was doing. I think they probably still think I'm a virgin," I said, as we both laughed.

I was excited that Samantha had mentioned getting to meet her sisters someday. It meant that she was treating our relationship as seriously as I was. As we sat on the couch, I couldn't help but think that this was all I wanted for the rest of my life.

It wasn't long before our conversation died down and was replaced by the faint sound of our kisses. As a couple, we were so at ease. I spent a lot of time being intimate with women, but it never felt the way that it did with Samantha. Physically it felt the same, but mentally it was a different feeling all together.

We never made it off the couch. Samantha began to unbutton my shirt, kissing my chest as it became exposed. I lifted Samantha's purple dress off her body, revealing some sexy black lace lingerie. We undressed ourselves the rest of the way, and Samantha pushed me down flat against the couch and mounted me.

Samantha was warm and wet. My cock slipped in with ease and she began to ride me. Her beautiful red hair swayed as she slid her hips against mine. I could tell Samantha was horny, by how quickly she picked up her pace. She was very aggressive as she rode, obviously trying to reach her orgasm. Samantha leaned forward, using the arm rest of the couch for leverage. Samantha's perky breasts jiggled in my face and I began to kiss her nipples.

My breast play sent her over the top. She let out a tremendous moan and pressed her hips down hard against mine. The orgasm had frozen her body atop of mine, but I needed to keep the pleasure going. I lifted her hips slightly off mine and began to quickly pump my hips, sending rapid bursts of pleasure into Samantha.

"Oh yes! Get behind me, baby," Samantha moaned as her body quivered over top of me.

I slipped out from underneath her body, as she positioned herself face down, flat on the couch. I slipped in from behind and was immediately welcomed by her soaked pussy. My hips began to smack against Samantha's bubble butt, making it quiver with every thrust. As good as it felt to be with her, it felt even better to be inside her.

The pleasure was strong for both of us. We were taking turns moaning, louder and louder. My orgasm sent me lurching forward as my dick surged as deeply as it could into Samantha's wet pussy. I fell forward; burying my face into Samantha's sweet smelling red hair. My dick pumped streams of warm cum into Samantha's depths.

For the next week and a half, we spent very little time apart. Every day, we would have an hour or so where we would go back to our separate homes, but we couldn't resist the availability to spend time together. One night I would stay at her apartment, the next she would spend with me. We were inseparable. When we would go out, we spent most of our time engrossed in conversation and laughing. When we were home together, we spent most of our time engrossed in each other's body.

Samantha was absolutely perfect in my eyes. To quote a great philosopher, Usher, she was "a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed." Everything about her personality and way that she carried herself made her the type of woman that you wanted to take home to your parents. The way that she was behind closed doors made her the type of woman you never wanted to slip from your grasp.

Much of our alone time was spent naked in some form or fashion. Whether we were cuddling in bed together, soaking in a bath together or just lounging around the apartment. I couldn't get enough of Samantha's body. The more I saw her naked, the more I yearned to see her body.

Our time together was nearly up, as both of us had assignments waiting for us. It hurt having to say goodbye, knowing that it may be a month or two before we got to spend any time together. As I finally forced myself to say goodbye and managed to walk out her apartment door, I couldn't help but wonder what our future had in store for us.

I knew after just a few short weeks with Samantha that she was the type of woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. However, I also realized that our jobs would preclude us from settling down together. Would I really be able to walk away from this job, which in many ways was a dream come true? Would Samantha ever consider walking away from this job for me? These questions weighed heavily on my mind; but I kept the thoughts to myself, just happy to enjoy the time I did have with her.

When I arrived home, I opened up my email to see if any travel arrangements had been sent from Eliza. A confirmation email awaited me, listing my flight itinerary from Los Angeles to London. I was pleasantly surprised to see my travel location was going to be in Europe, as all of my previous assignments had stayed within North America.

As usual, I was in the dark about who my next client would be. It actually added to the excitement. I had grown to enjoy getting into the car at the airport and opening the envelope. In a small way, it was like opening a Christmas present. Fortunately, it was never a gift I wanted to take back.