"I take it that you know Big Roy?", she asked, as the driver drove away from the curb."I take it that you know Big Roy?", she asked, as the driver drove away from the curb. "Everyone knows OF Big Roy", I said, smiling. "We met once at a party several years ago. I was, you might say, in charge of the entertainment for the evening." Her broadening smile told me that she had a very good idea what I meant by that. I had, in fact, been employed to provide some extremely submissive women for the enjoyment of some of Big Roy's associates. He had been both pleased and impressed by the quality and performance of the ladies I had provided. I had been extremely pleased by the income I derived from that and other evenings, especially in light of the fact that the women I provided were not "ladies of the evening", but merely women who wanted what Big Roy paid for as much or more than he did. It was only recently that I had discovered his knowledge of my lack of need to share the bounty of his generous payment with the women. "I like a man who is knows how to take charge", Ashleigh said warmly, placing my hand on her thigh precisely where the garter met the top of her stocking. I glanced toward the driver, unsure just how free we were to continue our conversation in the direction it seemed to be taking. Reaching to her right and pushing a button on the door of the big sedan, Ashleigh set in motion a solid divider which rose from the back of the front seat and completely shielded us from that portion of the car. Another push of a button and similar dividers rose at each of the back windows until we were completely shut off from the rest of the world. When the thick armor settled into its uppermost notches, small lights became lit at both doors and along the back of the seat in front of us. |