1. Penny's Worth - Chapter 4


    Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Roberts needs to speak with you now. He said before you, ah mmm, start your work.” James Roberts was the owner and manager of the Aventeen. I’d never met him in person. “OK. I’ll go to his office. Bring me coffee. Lots of coffee.” I never realized the elevator was so loud until I rode it to the second floor. Roberts’ office was down a long corridor. I expected he had some complaint I wasn’t in the mood to deal with. “Good morning, Ms. Vivian. It is so good of you to see me so quickly.” He shook my unsteady hand. Roberts looked like someone who’d played a hotel manager in a movie from the fifties. He had a narrow mustache, with short brushed back hair held in place with tonic, and a grey suit with outdated lapels. He seemed as dated, style-wise, as the hotel he ran. At least, his tone was warm and friendly. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but a large cup of coffee in fine bone china awaited me as I sat down. I sipped and still retained my sunglasses. “This is a matter concerning General Emile Suárez. I believe the two of you are well acquainted.” I was surprised to hear Suárez brought up by the hotel manager. “Yeah. I’ve entertained Suárez a couple of times.” I put it as delicately as possible. Roberts supposedly only reluctantly accepted his hotel’s place as an entertainment venue for horny men. “Well, it seems General Suárez wishes to make a further…” he cleared his throat, “ah, business agreement with you.” “And you’re setting this up?” I didn’t understand why Roberts would ...
    know or be involved in any dealings I’d have with Suárez. “No. I’m simply here to offer you complete and exclusive access to the Presidential suite for your liaisons with the Defense Minister and…” again, he cleared his throat, “any other business dealings you may have.” There was a knock at his office door, and another man entered. A black-haired man entered and sat in a chair next to me. I’d recognized him from the Suárez entourage. I never got his name. “Good morning Ms. Vivian, I am General Suárez’s chief secretary, Colonel Alberto Díaz.” His accent was thicker than that Suárez. “When I first met you, I believe you went by the name of Penny.” The man stood out to me. I knew I’d seen him before in the Presidential suite. Then it hit me, Díaz was the one that seemed to be looking at me with dissatisfaction. Even now, as pleasantly as he spoke, his look seemed to be one of disapproval. “Yes. Suárez liked the name Vivian better. I go by that now.” “Well, the General would like to offer you a more formal arrangement.” The arrangement, as things unfolded, was that I would be on exclusive retainer for Suárez’s visits, which were typically three or four days a month. I’d stay with him overnight during that time. When he wasn’t here, my retainer fee would be $1,000 a day and for days he resided at the Aventeen, I’d be compensated $5,000. Even though my brain was still limping along from the after effects of copious amounts of alcohol, I did a rough calculation that my pay would be ...
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