“Oh, of course,” I assured him. “I wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings or get you in any trouble.”
“Well, feel free to get settled in. I’m going to check on the house and make sure everything’s working, and everything’s where I left it,” he explained.
Jack exited, and I would hear him over the next hours walking around the house. He turned on the water to some of the areas and turned on the electricity in others. Having a resort property, you didn’t always need to keep everything running.
I put my clothes in the dresser. This was something I did even at a hotel. It always felt weird to me to live out of a suitcase, and hey, if the place you were staying in was going to provide you with furniture, you might as well use it.
Getting set up on Jack’s Wi-Fi, I looked over my email and checked in with Bella. I texted her a picture of the room, and she responded with, “Cute!” The bathroom was a little cramped, but it was very old school. It had copper fixtures and a tub that was lifted off the floor by short legs and an old-fashioned shower curtain that wrapped all the way around while a large shower head dumped water on you from above. It was designed at a time when people were generally shorter, but that worked for me, being a petite 5’ 4”.
The water in the Hamptons was very soft. I grabbed a shower if for no other reason than I was worried Jack’s whole story was bullshit, and he was going to make a move on me. He didn’t, but something told me he eventually would. We ordered some wings from a local place and had a quick dinner. We chatted about the ride, work, and what we might accomplish.
The news on the virus seemed to be everywhere. No one knew what to do. In some respects, it felt like the end of the world. If that was to happen, Jack was probably right about getting out of the city. When roving bands of looters finally come, the last place they’d probably go was the Hamptons. Jack was a little worried about the supply of food, but we seemed to have enough at least for the new few days.
It finally occurred to me that this was real. Only the two of us would be in this house. I was going into lockdown with Jack Harris.
Chapter Six – Jack
I shouldn’t have done this. Bringing Sandra to the Hamptons was a total mistake. Already I was getting angry texts from the Davies brothers demanding I explain why I brought Sandra out here. They accepted my explanation, but I got the sense they were only tolerating me.
Fortunately, well, unfortunately for New York, but fortunately for me, the city was in shambles. People were freaking out about the virus and what to do. There were rumors on the News and on the Internet that truckloads of bodies were being shipped out of New York. People were leaving in droves. My neighbors, who only came to the Hamptons on vacation much like myself, were all here. They could afford to ride out the virus in their luxury homes too. Why spend the new few weeks in a shoebox apartment worried that someone was going to rob you?
The Davies brothers themselves had decided, initially, to stay inside the city. But they too got cold feet and were looking to escape their penthouse apartments. Hell, William was talking about selling and moving out of the city entirely. His brothers talked him down, but they were all preparing to leave. So after the initial uncomfortableness of the first few days, the winds had shifted more favorably on that front.
But there could be a reckoning on the other side of this for me. If things went badly, if Sandra reacted badly to my advances, I had left myself in an amazingly vulnerable position. My career, my life, my finances, they could all be in ruin if this girl decided I was a creep. Why did I do this? I had risked it all for what?
Then I saw her again, and I remembered. It was for the thrill. This wouldn’t excite me unless the stakes were this high. If I couldn’t risk it all on a roll of the dice, then it wasn’t gambling. If Sandra was an easy mark, some sexy submissive that would immediately collapse at my feet, then it wouldn’t be the exciting adventure it was turning into.
In the past, I had had my pets cook for me. For these women, being submissive was a turn on, and they loved to please. But for many, it was all an act. They’d like it for a while or pretend to, then they’d turn to me one day and say something like, “Can we stop this now and just be normal?”