Inseparable

I watch as all of my friends leave the mansion, but I’m not quite ready to go just yet. The organizer has made sure that we transfer the full amount of seven and fifty thousand dollars to Jenny’s bank account before he allows us to leave, but I tell the bouncers that I need to sit down for just a moment to take a rest before I’ll be ready to go. They nod their heads and allow me to sit down on a leather couch in the room where the auction was held last night. The real reason why I’m sitting here is that I want to speak to Jenny… see if I can get her to give me her phone number. I know that it’s slightly awkward to try and make some connection with her after fucking her with ten more of my friends, but there’s just something about her which makes me feel like

I want to get to know her or at least see her again sometime.

I finally see her coming down the stairs, but she doesn’t see me. She walks over to the organizer and then he leads her and her friend away somewhere. I think to myself that they’re probably just going to do some paperwork or something, so I stay seated and wait for her on the leather couch. When I don’t see Jenny and her friend appearing again I finally get up to go and see where they’ve disappeared to.

I run into the organizer and realize that I cannot exactly ask him where Jenny’s gone to. The rules of the auction state very clearly that the girls have absolutely no obligation afterwards towards the guy who places the winning bid on any particular girl.

“Can I help you with something sir?” the organizer asks and I shake my head.

“No, I guess I’ve just lost my way in this massive mansion of yours,” I say with a smile.

“Okay, no problem. Let me show you where the front door is,” he says and points me in the right direction. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a taxi pulling away from behind the mansion and I recognize Jenny’s wild blonde hair in the back seat immediately. It appears that the taxi has picked her and a friend up from behind the mansion and, before I can do anything, they are gone.

“I do hope that you’ve had a wonderful time with us tonight and perhaps we’ll see you again sometime in the future,” the organizer says and I nod my head before exiting the mansion from the front . I quickly run over to my bike, get on it and kickstart it to life. As far as I can tell, there’s only one road leading away from the mansion and perhaps I can still catch up with the taxi. I start racing down the winding road, but try as I might, I’m unable to locate the taxi with the incredibly sexy blond girl on the back seat… the girl who’s just fucked me and ten of my friends so good that we’ll probably never be able to get the experience out of our minds again for the rest of our lives.

I decide to go back to my own place to get some sleep and smile at my trusty butler as he lets me in. He knows better than to ask about the details of where I’ve been and I like it that way. I don’t even have the strength to take a shower and just fall on top of my bed, totally exhausted. Jenny has truly fucked the life out of me and I quickly fall asleep.

The moment I drift off, I immediately have a very vivid dream and I’m not too surprised to find that it’s about Jenny. I dream that she and I are back at the mansion, but this time none of my biker friends are with us. We are back in the same room where we just spent the night having a wild sex orgy, but this time the atmosphere is very different… There is soft music playing in the background and the lights are on dim. I take her into my arms and we start dancing. For some reason, the simple act of dancing with Jenny in my dream is almost more erotic than the entire night of sex I’d just had with her.

I wake up in cold sweat and sit up straight in my bed. It’s still light outside and I realize that my physical condition is almost like that of a man experiencing jet lag. Even though it’s roughly 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I feel as if it should be the middle of the night. I decide that there’s no point in sleeping anymore, as I’ll probably end up having a sleepless night if I spend too much time sleeping during the day.

I go downstairs and make myself a strong cup of coffee. I still feel tired, but the coffee quickly injects some adrenaline into my system. I walk around aimlessly, pacing through the room like a caged animal… wondering how on earth I can get a hold of Jenny. I was hoping that a bit of sleep would wipe my mind clean and help me get rid of the thought of her, but it has done exactly the opposite. She’s now first and foremost in my mind and I cannot get rid of the incredible sense of belonging I’d experienced whilst dreaming of her.

I realize, right away, that this is not going to just blow over. I’ve got a bad thing for her and I’m going to have to find her. The only problem is that I’m not much of a private investigator myself and I have no idea how to locate the person like Jenny. I have no idea where she lives and I don’t even know what her last name is.

“I’m sorry to disturb you sir, but Gary is here to see you,” my butler announces and lets my best friend in.

“Man, was that some night!” Gary says and I can see that it will take a very long time before that smile disappears from his face.

“It sure was, I’ve just woken up after taking a bit of a nap and I’m still feeling tired,” I say.

“Well, I’m glad to see that you’re still alive and me and the rest of the guys were thinking about taking a long road trip tomorrow. Was wondering if you’d be up to join us?”

“That sounds great Gary, but I need to spend time with a special lady friend of mine and I really have some things I need to take care of here at home, so I think you guys should just take the trip without me,” I say, thinking that I’d rather spend the next couple of days looking for Jenny than going out on the road with my motorcycle club. This, in itself, is a very clear indication that the girl has truly taken hold of my mind. Normally, there’s nothing I like more than going out on the road with my mates and just eating up the miles on my Harley.

Gary looks slightly disappointed, especially about the fact that I seem to be more interested in spending time with some woman than with my biker friends, but he leaves eventually after I promise that I will be joining him and the rest of the guys again on the next road trip.

As soon as he walks out the door, I sit down and pour myself another cup of black coffee. I throw it back in one gulp and enjoy the way it splashes around the inside of my stomach. I feel slightly guilty that I’m letting my brothers in the LA Dragon’s down for the sake of this thing I feel for Jenny, but I realize that I’m going to be no good to them anyway if my mind’s in a different place all the time while we are out on the road.

I think about it some more and then realize that the best place for me to start looking is at the mansion, where I met Jenny for the first time. I know it’s going to be slightly awkward and I’m not entirely certain that the organizer of the event, who also seems to be the owner of the mansion, will be all that helpful. I can understand why they have such strict rules at these auctions where they sell off virgins… after all, you don’t want the girls to be harassed by anyone afterwards and this is probably also why Jenny was allowed to leave by the back door so no one could follow her. But I’ve been rich for long enough to know that little bit of cash can sometimes go a long way and I quickly stuff a couple of hundred dollar bills into my pocket. Thinking that it might not be enough, I take out a big wad of bills from a drawer and quickly give it a rough count. There is more than fifty thousand dollars there and I feel fairly certain that it will do the trick of greasing the organizer’s hand palms a bit to get his cooperation.

I go outside, get on my Harley and hit the road. I realize that I’m still dressed in the exact same clothes I’d been wearing the previous day, but I couldn’t give a damn. I’m not going to some fancy function and if the owner thinks I smell funny or something I’ll just add another thousand dollars to my bribe.

When I pull up in front of the gates which separates the main road from the mansion I don’t see anyone there and I have to press a button on the intercom and wait.

“Good day, are you here to do a delivery?” someone who is obviously a servant, asks.

“No, I’ve just come to see the owner so can you please let me in,” I say.

“Can you please state your business, sir?” the servant replies and I nearly lose my temper.

“Let me put it this way, if you don’t open up this goddamned gate right now I will kick it open! I have some urgent business to discuss with the owner of this mansion and I suggest you open this gate immediately!”

There is a moment of silence and I wonder if I’ve overplayed my hand. But then the gates slowly swing open and I opened the throttle to drive up to the front of the mansion.

“Ah, you’re back again. Could you please explain why you found it necessary to address my servant that way?” the owner asks from his position at the top of the stairs. I can see that he is slightly irritated.

“I apologize for losing my temper,” I say, “I just really need some information about that girl I met here last night… Jenny?”