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I knew there was no point in suggesting I go with him. I also knew there was no point in suggesting we call the cops. Time was of the essence. Xochi’s best hope for a quick rescue resided with my husband.
I tried relentlessly to reach Victor, but to no avail. All I could do was wait. Wait and wonder.
For the first time in years, I felt true agony. This wasn’t a whipping with my pussy tingling in need. This wasn’t the eager anticipation and anxiety I feel on the threshold of meeting a new client. This was uncertainty over the safety and condition of a friend, Xochi – and this was an ugly feeling. I paced back and forth frantically, tears welling up in my eyes. Of all the girls, Xochi was the one we knew the least, not that that mattered. I had only met her that one time at the Four Seasons, and I believe that it was the only time Lewis met her as well. To Lewis, the minute she became affiliated with the network, she deserved his full protection, even if it meant risking his life.
Minutes felt like hours as the time passed.
Forty-three long minutes later, I received a text from Lewis, ‘SHE’S SAFE. I’M WITH HER. HOME SOON.’
To say the news was a relief is an understatement. Fresh tears fell. They must have texted Marjorie as well, and word soon spread that Xochi was safe. There was no need to call off Victor as I had never reached him in the first place.
Not long after that, the door of our suite opened, and I was there to greet each of them with big long hugs. Lewis missed his flight to Chicago and made the necessary calls to his office to explain that a family emergency had arisen. Xochi looked tired but completely unmarked. She was still a big groggy from the drugs she’d been given and from a lack of sleep – but otherwise, she looked totally fine.
“They didn’t touch me. The bikers. They saw me doped up at the bar, so they took me away to get me out of there,” she said.
I couldn’t believe it. Here, all of us assumed this crazy biker gang had kidnapped Xochi, and all the while they were the good Samaritans in this story? While Lewis took care of business on his cell – cancelling his Chicago meeting; Xochi explained the whole thing.
She’d gone out with a few girlfriends the night before for dinner and drinks. Late in the evening, they made their way to an after-hours club. Drinks were flying, including a few shots. One of the groups buying shots were some rowdy college boys, who she suspected as being the culprits. The bikers were sitting up at the bar minding their own business but intervened when they saw something suspicious. Xochi herself was passing out at this point and barely able to speak. Basically, they provided a couch for her to have a safe night of rest and keep her away from whoever had drugged her. Xochi’s friend, quite drunk herself, and with sketchy information, called Marjorie shortly thereafter.
Xochi continued the story, telling me - she barely remembered getting to their clubhouse, but once inside one of the biker chicks immediately took care of her. The clubhouse was quite large, but it was late so many of the gang members were asleep in their rooms. Xochi was guided to a sectional couch and provided a blanket and pillow. The biker chick stepped away but returned with a tall glass of ice water for her. For the next two hours, Xochi dozed on and off, not bothered by anyone.
That is until someone pounded on the door just before 6:00 am. Some of the bikers roused to the ruckus, and to Xochi’s utter shock, it was Lewis.
“He practically barged his way into their house, with no fear whatsoever,” she said. “In fact,” she continued, “he was so authoritative, the bikers themselves stepped back!”
Xochi went on to say that there was an obvious relief in Lewis’ eyes, when he noticed Xochi was safe.
“They didn’t touch me,” she had said to Lewis to diffuse the tension or circumvent any violence before it got started. By now, a half dozen of the bikers had congregated in the living room and were creating a semi-circle around Lewis.
“Are you sure?” Lewis questioned her.
“Positive, Sir. They weren’t the ones at the bar feeding us drinks. If anything, they got me out of there.”
Xochi told me that the most intense moment was when one of the gang leaders looked at Lewis and said, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Her boyfriend,” replied Lewis defiantly. He lied of course, but it explained his reason for coming to her rescue.
Thankfully, the stand-off was quickly diffused. The bikers admired Lewis’ loyalty and bravado. Upon hearing the previous night’s events, Lewis realized these were actually the good guys. When the two stumbled outside, the sun was only just beginning to rise. In the car they immediately texted us, knowing we’d be worried sick.
Xochi and I hugged again. “You do realize how lucky you are to have Lewis in your life, right?”
“I know,” I said.
We talked for a while longer and then Xochi took a nap, this time on our couch. Lewis was able to conduct most of his business by conference call that afternoon. His colleagues weren’t exactly thrilled that he missed the business trip, but everyone made due. I was so proud of him; I wanted to do everything in my power to make his day great. Finally, when his phone calls were over, I got to ask my husband for his side of the story. We talked quietly, so as not to wake Xochi.
“Master, why did you go there, to a freakin’ biker house, without waiting for the others to get here?” I whispered.
“I needed to get there as fast as I could. In those situations, time is critical.”
“Weren’t you afraid?”
“In the moment, my concern for Xochi mattered most.”
“I’m so proud of you, Master.”
“I’m proud of you, Abby. Thanks for helping.”
It wasn’t lost on me that, if Lewis did this for Xochi, he’d surely do anything and everything in his power to protect me, no matter the risk.
“Didn’t you worry they’d beat the shit out of you? They are bikers!”
Lewis smiled. And I smiled. Then, I jumped up on him and kissed him again.
Later in the afternoon, Marjorie came to visit just as Xochi was waking up from her nap. The four of us ordered Thai food, and Lewis opened up a bottle of wine. Since Lewis and I were no longer in the network, the girls caught us up on the latest gossip and happenings. It was fun to catch-up.
At one point, Lewis returned to our bedroom to check his smart phone for work messages. Marjorie, Xochi, and I started giggling and getting mischievous in the living room. As soon as we heard Lewis put his cell away, we entered the bedroom. All three of us had removed our clothing, and it was time to thank our hero. Lewis smiled and sat back on the bed.
What straight man could say no to this?
All three of us descended upon him.
CHAPTER 21: HE’S HOME
Six months later…
It was one of those nights when everything seemed to be right with the world. Lewis and I were usually home together during the week, but not tonight. He had a business engagement that did not include ‘significant others’. This was a rare opportunity for me to be alone in the suite. When it happened in the past, Lewis would occasionally leave me a written to-do list. It would often involve something quirky and kinky. But on this occasion, there were no instructions. Hmmm, what should I do tonight?
Looking into the fridge, I spied the usual suspects. I decided on a plate of left-over stir-fry, heated it in the microwave, and sat in front of the TV to watch Entertainment Tonight, followed by TMZ. What was Lewis doing this very minute? Ok, Abby, stop thinking of him. Do something for yours
elf. But not that! I giggled to myself, and then remembered our conversation from the morning, before he left for the office. We were sitting at the island having breakfast. Lewis was having bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee. His strong, svelte body needed the nourishment, and sometimes, I wondered if he would always look this fit. I had fruit with a piece of buttered toast and orange pekoe tea.
I was tracing the design on the marble countertop with my finger when Lewis pulled me out of my daydream, “Abby, you know I have my business function tonight. You’ll be alone. Under no circumstances are you to touch yourself.”
“Yes, Sir” I replied, lowering my eyes. However while doing so, I winked for some reason, assuming he wouldn’t notice. I was being mischievous, but for no reason.
“That wink just might be a punishable offence.” With that he stood up, putting his plate in the sink.
“I better hit the road. Do not wait up for me as I’ll be late,” he said sardonically.
Luckily, the day passed quickly, but I really missed him once evening arrived. Normally he’d be walking though the door any minute. I decided to run a bath. We had a most luxurious bathroom with a sunken tub big enough for two. Well, not tonight. I found an old issue of Maxim magazine and sunk down into the warmth of the steaming water. I wish he hadn’t forbid me from touching myself. Should I anyway? I mean, how would he ever find out? I shook my head and kept flipping the magazine. Sophia Bush was on the cover. She looked hot. I decided that this would be a night to take care of other needs, such as pampering myself with a do-it-yourself spa.
Out of the bath, I toweled myself dry; my skin was sensitive to the touch. I was tingling everywhere. I gave myself a brazilin and a leg wax, until I felt soft and smooth. I lathered on vanilla body lotion. Massaging my own pert breasts felt nice. Surely, this was allowed? I blow dried my hair, then combed it, brushed my teeth and decided on an early bedtime.
