The Weekend Pt 2

by Jo. Schmidt 3 months ago in fiction

One weekend. From Friday at 6PM until Sunday at 4PM. $1,000,000. But what is going to happen to her in that time?

The Weekend Pt 2

It was a warm evening in Vegas. Growing up in Kentucky, Rachel was used to warm weather and she loved the heat.

She stepped off the tile kitchen floor and onto the hardwood flooring of the veranda. Looking around, she was shocked to see the size of the patio. There was another table, a bar, two cabanas and a private pool with 4 lounge chairs around it. On one of the side tables between 2 of the chairs, Rachel noticed two glasses of champagne next to a bottle chilling in an ice bucket.

“Good evening.”

Looking up towards the voice, Rachel saw for the first time the man who wanted her for the whole weekend, without ever speaking to her.

He was leaning against the thick glass railing of the balcony, grinning at Rachel. He was wearing an open grey sports jacket and white shirt underneath and tailored black pants. His hands were in his pockets, but Rachel could make out the shine of the Rolex on his wrist. He was fairly tall. Rachel was 5’7 in the 3 inch heels she was wearing, and she could tell he was way taller than her. The thing that surprised her the most though, was how young he was. All her clients were at least 50, her youngest client having turned 51 this year, and this man was maybe in his mid to late 30’s.

And he was handsome.

Rachel couldn’t help staring at him for a moment. For a second, she forgot why she was there, as she stared into his emerald green eyes behind a pair of Ray Ban glasses. He had a stylish hair cut and a thin amount of facial hair on his sharp jawline. She had always been more attracted to what her friends would deem ‘nerds,’ but she couldn’t help but be turned on every time she saw a handsome man in a great suit who wasn’t ashamed to rock a pair of fashionable glasses. It was like someone had gone into Rachel’s deepest fantasies and plucked this man out of it.

Rachel realized she had been staring at this man for a solid 10 second without responding to him. “Oh, umm, good evening,” she smiled, attempting a comeback from her not-so-smooth first impression.

The corner of his mouth curved up into a handsome grin, as he pushed himself off the glass railing of the balcony and walked towards one of the lounge chairs where the champagne had been put out.

He sat on the edge of one of the lounge chairs, then gestured to the vacant one. “Sit down,” he instructed Rachel.

Rachel walked quickly over to the seat, sitting down on the soft cushion. He handed her one of the glasses. Before taking a sip from his own glass, he held it up, and toasted, “To our first of hopefully many evenings.”

Rachel held up her glass and smiled. They both sipped from the glasses. Rachel, who usually wasn’t a fan of champagne, was surprised with how much she enjoyed the contents of the glass. “Oh,” she said, excitedly. “This is delicious.”

He smiled. “I would hope so. It’s a Louis Roederer. One bottle of this costs $18,000.”

Rachel almost spat out her drink. “Are you serious?” she asked him. She looked through the glass, as if she would see flakes of gold floating in the liquid.

Finishing his own glass and placing it back down on the side table, he leaned back on the lounge chair. “Before you and I go any further into this, I’m assuming you have a few questions for me?” he asked her.

Only about a million, Rachel thought to herself. She searched her brain trying to think of the most important ones.

“Umm, I guess, first,” she said, putting her unfinished drink on the side table. “Who are you?”

“My name is Tristan Harris. I own a company called H.M. Motors. I started my company 12 years ago and it has been extremely successful.”

Clearly, Rachel thought to herself, looking around the private patio as well as the bottle of $18,000 champagne.

“Anything else?”

“What exactly do you want from me?” she asked. “I told Bill that my base starts at $3,000 for a date alone. The wildest thing I’ve done with a client was he tied me up, gagged me then licked chocolate off me before he fucked me. And even him, I only charged him $8,000. What in the world do you plan on doing that you are willing to give me $1,000,000 for one weekend?”

The insanely handsome grin formed on his face again. “Well, as you pointed out to Bill,” Tristan reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and began reading. “A date with plain sex in the evening starts at $5,000. Then goes up based on what we do and if I want you to spend the night.” Rachel realized he was reading from the notes Bill had made during their first phone conversation. ‘No anal or group sex. That’s fine,” he said, looking up at her. “I don’t like sharing.”

He re-folded up the paper and looked directly into her eyes. “To be frank, Ms. Tale, I want you. Like I said, I don’t like sharing. I grew up with 6 brothers and sisters. I never had anything of my own until I was 20 years old. I know I need to make it worth your while to leave your other clients which is why I am willing to give you a lot more as my way of keeping you all to myself.”

“Bill mentioned something about traveling?” she questioned.

“I think we should only discuss that if you do choose to leave your other clients and focus solely on me,” he said. “But, yes, I would love to have you come with me as my guest when I have to travel for work. Have you ever been to Hawaii or the Greek Islands?”

“No,” Rachel said, excitedly. “I’ve barely left the US.”

She shook her head, removing the fog that had built with the excitement of seeing new parts of the world, and remembered the current task at hand. “Sorry,” she said, “but again, what do you plan on doing with me this evening that you are giving me $1,000,000 by the end of it? That is a lot of money and honestly a little nervous what your plans may include.”

“I will tell you right now, Rachel, it’ll be more than just licking chocolate off your body and then fucking you,” he began. “There will be a lot of sex, bondage, and toys involved. But I also give you my word that I will stop the second you tell me too. There will be a safe word and you have my word that I will honor that safe word.”

While Rachel processed this, Tristan poured himself another glass of champagne.

“I may be a very wealthy man who is taking the unconventional way of getting a girl's attention, but I am not a monster, Rachel.”

Rachel didn’t speak. Tristan allowed her a moment to think things through while he sipped from his champagne glass. Millions of things were running through Rachel’s mind as she tried to process everything that was going on and everything being offered to her.

Tristan waited patiently for a few minutes before he finally spoke again. “Do you have any other questions, Rachel? There are still some legal things we need to go over before we can go any further, so I would like to wrap this up.”

Rachel looked down at her hands, which she held together on her lap. “I guess my last question is, how do you know me?”

He grinned again. “I think that’s something else we should save for later,” he told her, standing up from the lounge chair. “I’m really enjoying the mystery of it at the moment.”

Still sitting, Rachel looked up at him and asked. “But you will tell me?”

He nodded. “Of course, I’ll make you a deal.” He held out his hands, which she took and he slowly pulled her up to her feet. “At the end of this weekend, if you choose to be with only me, I will tell you.”

“Promise?” she asked.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. “I promise. Now,” he said, his tone changing from soft to serious. “Let’s order some room service for dinner, and go through those legal documents I mentioned.”

An order was placed for room service. Prime rib for Tristan and herb gnocchi for Rachel. Rachel was used to going out to fancy restaurants with her dates, it was a nice change getting to stay in. While they waited for the food and drinks to be brought up to the suite, Tristan went over some paperwork with Rachel. The first being an NDA. In Rachel’s line of work, she had seen many of these, but she still read the fine print before signing.

The second document was an agreement for the weekend only. It stated if Rachel remained with Tristan until 4 PM on Sunday, $1,000,000 would be deposited into her account. She had the right to leave at any point and time, however, leaving early would result in a loss of $500,000. She would be given full access to the entire villa and was encouraged to make herself at home, however, she would not allowed to leave unless she was leaving with Tristan, or as stated above, she was choosing to leave early.

The last package Tristan handed Rachel he explained she would only need to sign if she chose to be his personal escort.

“It basically says you are required to be with me whenever I am in Vegas,” he explained. “You are willing to travel with me, you will go for standard health physicals to keep yourself healthy and you will maintain hygiene and grooming. I of course will be giving you a credit card with an allowance that I want you to use towards clothes, waxing, your hair and lingerie. If there is ever any kind of emergency, you are welcome to use the card for that. I also understand that you are in school, and I want you to put your education first, which is why you are allowed to skip a weekend with me, as long as it is for studying or school purposes only.”

Rachel read through the papers as he spoke, reading each line of the agreement.

“And of course, you are also completely prohibited from sleeping with anyone else during our time together,” he finished. "This includes other clients as well as anyone you may be seeing personally."

“Wow,” Rachel said, flipping through the pages. “This is a lot.”

Tristan shrugged. “I want you to be comfortable with this situation.”

She looked up at him. “And if by the end of the weekend I decide I don’t want to continue with this?”

“I will hold up to my end of things. No matter what you decide, come Sunday at 4 PM, $1,000,000 will be deposited into your account and you are welcome to either go back to your other clients, or you are welcome back here.”

“I guess,” Rachel began, looking up at Tristan. “All that is left to do is start whatever you want to do.”

The ding of the private elevator took Tristan’s attention off of Rachel for a moment as he looked down the hall and watched a hotel employee enter the corridor with a cart of their food.

“I’m starving,” Tristan told her. “Let’s eat and we can start when I’m full.”

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