Alaina stirred from her sleep and reached across the bed, her eyes still adjusting to the dimly lit surroundings. Her hands searched for Martin and realized she was all alone in bed. A fresh, fluffy bath robe was laid out at the foot of the bed and Alaina hurriedly put it on and tip toed towards the door. She suddenly sees Theodore approaching with a food tray and she smiled, knowing he cannot see that she's already up. "Ingenious set up, this house", she again thought to herself. She opened the door and piped "Good morning, Teddy!" Theodore couldn't help but smile at her friendliness, her genuine warmth. Even his somber outlook is affected by this young lady he has decided, is a perfect "now" for his master. "Good morning, Ms. Gold, Master Green is in the North Wing. Would you like to have your breakfast served there?" Theodore thoughtfully asked. "Please call me Alaina. And yes, please, if it's not too much to ask", Alaina answered. Then she started for the stairs and walked towards the North Wing. Alaina carefully opened the door to Martin's study and let out a sigh of disappointment when she discovered the ceiling was not retracted like last night. She wanted to see Martin swim "above" her. She approached his desk and searched for the button that triggers the ceiling to open. She knelt down to look when she realized there were several buttons underneath. She pressed the first button and the bookshelf on the left retracted to reveal a bar. She pressed the second button and the fireplace came on. Each button revealed different features hidden by mechanically retracting doors. "He's Batman" she kid herself, then giggled. Finally, she hit the right button and the ceiling started to peel, revealing the glorious, clean, blue water and lo and behold, the sinewy, athletic form of Martin gliding across the length of the pool above her. Alaina watched him, admiring his quick and smooth chin and tucks at the opposite ends of the pool. He is quite an athlete. And Martin, as if he knew there was an audience, swam freestyle, alternating to breaststrokes to backstrokes. Alaina brought her hand to her chest. This man can never fail to impress her as the short time they've had, progressed. Alaina turned as she heard Theodore open the door to the study, carrying a tray full of croissants, fruits and fresh brewed espresso. "Teddy, how do I get up there?" she asked him excitedly. Theodore walked past the oak desk and the shelves to the left corner of the room and tipped the bust of David to reveal the door leading to the stairwell. "Very secret agent like, Teddy", Alaina said approvingly. "C'mon, tell me the truth, Martin is Batman, isn't he?" she teasingly said. Theodore shook his head politely and with a slight laughter mixed in, "No, Ms. Gold, he is not Batman. But he is, perhaps, similar to Batman's alter ego", he replied. "So mysterious," Alaina sighed. She winked at Theodore and bounded happily up the stairs.
Martin didn't see Alaina appear at the door as he paced his laps. He feels rejuvenated, almost like a brand new person since meeting her. "And her sex, wow, so willing, so eager and so responsive."he smiled sheepishly as he chin and tucked for his last lap. Martin covered the length of the pool in backstrokes and as he neared the end, he can see a figure standing where he was headed. Hair cascading down her shoulders, red, plump lips showing off white teeth and beautiful, expressive, green eyes looking down on him. "Funny how it seems her eyes sparkle like emeralds when she smiles." he thought, as he looked up at her. "Hi, there", she said in a sing song way. "I'm too late to join you, no?" she added. Martin reached up to her and met her lips, as she bent down to kiss him. "I have to fly to Denver for business, babe, but you can have the whole house for your use, for as long as you want", Martin replied to her. "Hell, move in", he chuckled and winked at her. Alaina tried to hide her disappointment that he can't frolic with her in the water. But Martin sensed it. He knotted his brows in question of her facial expression. She finally said, "I was hoping you can frolic with me before I head home," to which Martin retorted, as he got out of the water, "Merger first, frolic later". He playfully squeezed Alaina's butt. "Hey, watch it, buddy, I might just get you for sexual harassment", she playfully snapped back. Martin hooked his arm on her waist and forcefully pulled her to his wet, slick, dripping body, his lips next to her ear, "You already got me. No litigious action can even add to it." he whispered to her. Alaina stepped out of the robe, placed Martin's hand on her nude breasts, and mimicked his action, placed her lips by his ear and whispered seductively, "Merger sounds boring, how about acquisition of carnal desires, Mr. Green?" and she turned and dove into the water. Martin was pleasantly surprised by her move but he immediately stepped out of his trunks, pulled out his earbuds and iPod and tossed them on the lounge chair and dove right after her.
To Martin's surprise, Alaina proved to be just as capable and a speedy swimmer as he, "look at her go," he thought as he tried to catch up to her as she called out, "race you to the other side" like a jubilant child. Martin tread water and decided to let her reach the end first. Watching her graceful but agile strokes brought fascination to him. She is athletic and so damn perfect, he can't avert his sight from her. "I cheated, I had a head start," she said breathlessly when she reached the other end, "I'll wait for you here, come on, then we race again to that side", she challenged Martin. He swam towards her and as he got closer, Alaina threw her torso backwards and kicked against the edge giving her enough thrust to distance herself about a yard from Martin. "Whoa, you don't play fair", he said and rolled, kicking against the edge as hard as he can to catch up to Alaina. He was able to catch up to her and playfully grabbed an ankle. Alaina slowed down, pretended to sink and bobbed right back up when he let her ankle go. Martin expected her to swim to the end but she tread closer to him. Her laughter is infectious. She wrapped her legs around Martin and clasp her arms around his neck. Martin can feel his erection rising, the feel of her slick, wet body against him is getting him excited. "How much of this frolic cost you in the merger, Martin?" she asked. "Three hundred", he replied. Alaina wrinkled her nose, "Oh that is not bad", she pouted, "that's about the same dollar amount of the champagne we had last night", she continued. Martin smiled and said, "million, not thousand, baby". Alaina stiffened when she heard what he said. Her legs unwrapped from his torso and she pushed him away to look at his face. "Oh, god, Martin, I am sorry, can you still catch up with your business if you leave now?" she asked, genuinely concerned. "There is still tomorrow, Alaina", Martin assured her. And then he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Alaina turned and swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed onto it as Martin followed. She can feel Martin's body heat behind her as he grabbed onto the edge, too. She felt his thighs against hers as he separated her legs with his and eased himself inside her pussy. Alaina arched her back as Martin's thrusts became harder and deeper. The water made her body buoyant that each time he rammed in her, her breasts rose above the water level. When she was about to climax, Martin pulled and turned her around, whispering, "I have been wanting to take you from behind, but water was not involved and this makes it even more wonderful", and penetrated her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His thrusts were more forceful, his hands useless as they hold onto the pool's edge, but giving him more freedom to use his whole body to fuck her harder. Alaina came over and over again before Martin joined her last orgasm.
James Traynor paced in his living room. His face drawn in a scowl. His hands gripping the Glock 19 tightly. "That little bitch! Did she know?", he thought to himself. "But how could she? It has been 10 years since he wiped out his own identity and took over this Traynor fellow's", James glared at his own reflection as he looked at the hallway mirror at the end of his living room. He was doing fine, Martin Green gave him a new beginning, his background or rather Traynor's background checked out perfectly. No criminal record, nothing out of the ordinary, except for being a former military personnel gone AWOL. He waited for Traynor's disappearance to quiet down before assuming his identity. He assumed the real Traynor's identity as soon as he found out that the man has no family and he made sure he will never surface again. The real Traynor's body has long been buried somewhere in the deep of Mexico. It was after a drunken spree, that he was there to assist the poor soldier suffering an obvious post traumatic stress syndrome, eat a bullet. And now this bitch, just another conquest of Martin Green deciding he will again be a nobody with a criminal record six inch thick. He was a con, a hustler, a thief, a rapist and a kidnapper's son from Woodstock, NY. He was trying to leave that all behind. Until this Alaina dame came along. And she destroyed his second chance and she will pay. The man has nothing to lose and a man who has nothing to lose is a very dangerous man.
As soon as Martin and Alaina finished their frolic in the pool, and after showering together, Theodore announced that Eric is on standby for Martin's flight out and the clothes on order for Alaina has arrived. Alaina was pleased in which Martin has arranged for everything in detail, concerning her. He has arranged for her transportation too. Theodore took her to the garage, the garage itself in the size of the Columbia Tower parking lot and advised her that she can choose whatever vehicle she needs to use since the chauffeur has been permanently relieved of his duty. Alaina was overwhelmed with the cars Martin have. From Lamborghinis to Bugattis to Hennesseys to Aston Martins, it was quite a collection of vehicles average people like herself can only have in dreams. "Teddy?" she turned to ask the butler, "which one is the cheapest?" she asked, embarrassed. "Take the SL65 AMG, Ms. Gold, the funny looking ones would be a nightmare to park", Theodore answered her kindly. Alaina realized Theodore was sparing her the humiliation of not knowing the other cars cost over a million plus a piece. She appreciated the man's considerate gesture. Martin stood by the door as he watched Alaina pull out of the driveway. If he didn't have to meet with Carlos Slim to deal with the Dubai Summit, he would rather stay and perhaps fly to Kyoto to meet with Miranda. "Another day", he sighed to himself. Alaina drove North on Interstate 5 then cut to the Husky Stadium on the left side of the Eastside bridge heading to 405. She felt nervous handling the Mercedes Benz, but as soon as she heard the engine purr, she knew it would be a breeze to drive it. And she was right, the smooth handling of the car was a joy, she didn't mind cutting across the stadium's outskirt. Alaina took the 8th Street exit and continued West to the Bellevue Townhomes. Her place may be not as lush as Martin's homes, but at her age, to own a two story six bedroom, four baths home is an accomplishment. Last year has been quite eventful for her as that was the year the deed to her home became hers. The celebration following was quite special, too, because that was when she had said her goodbye to her then fiancé, Joseph. There was no drama, no tragic happenstance, only two adults making up their minds that it was not meant to be. If there is such a thing as a happy break up, hers and Joseph's would be it. She smiled fondly at the thought of her ex. He was a pleasant, quiet and handsome pediatrician. Anyone would be fortunate to have him as a husband.
Martin didn't see Alaina appear at the door as he paced his laps. He feels rejuvenated, almost like a brand new person since meeting her. "And her sex, wow, so willing, so eager and so responsive."he smiled sheepishly as he chin and tucked for his last lap. Martin covered the length of the pool in backstrokes and as he neared the end, he can see a figure standing where he was headed. Hair cascading down her shoulders, red, plump lips showing off white teeth and beautiful, expressive, green eyes looking down on him. "Funny how it seems her eyes sparkle like emeralds when she smiles." he thought, as he looked up at her. "Hi, there", she said in a sing song way. "I'm too late to join you, no?" she added. Martin reached up to her and met her lips, as she bent down to kiss him. "I have to fly to Denver for business, babe, but you can have the whole house for your use, for as long as you want", Martin replied to her. "Hell, move in", he chuckled and winked at her. Alaina tried to hide her disappointment that he can't frolic with her in the water. But Martin sensed it. He knotted his brows in question of her facial expression. She finally said, "I was hoping you can frolic with me before I head home," to which Martin retorted, as he got out of the water, "Merger first, frolic later". He playfully squeezed Alaina's butt. "Hey, watch it, buddy, I might just get you for sexual harassment", she playfully snapped back. Martin hooked his arm on her waist and forcefully pulled her to his wet, slick, dripping body, his lips next to her ear, "You already got me. No litigious action can even add to it." he whispered to her. Alaina stepped out of the robe, placed Martin's hand on her nude breasts, and mimicked his action, placed her lips by his ear and whispered seductively, "Merger sounds boring, how about acquisition of carnal desires, Mr. Green?" and she turned and dove into the water. Martin was pleasantly surprised by her move but he immediately stepped out of his trunks, pulled out his earbuds and iPod and tossed them on the lounge chair and dove right after her.
To Martin's surprise, Alaina proved to be just as capable and a speedy swimmer as he, "look at her go," he thought as he tried to catch up to her as she called out, "race you to the other side" like a jubilant child. Martin tread water and decided to let her reach the end first. Watching her graceful but agile strokes brought fascination to him. She is athletic and so damn perfect, he can't avert his sight from her. "I cheated, I had a head start," she said breathlessly when she reached the other end, "I'll wait for you here, come on, then we race again to that side", she challenged Martin. He swam towards her and as he got closer, Alaina threw her torso backwards and kicked against the edge giving her enough thrust to distance herself about a yard from Martin. "Whoa, you don't play fair", he said and rolled, kicking against the edge as hard as he can to catch up to Alaina. He was able to catch up to her and playfully grabbed an ankle. Alaina slowed down, pretended to sink and bobbed right back up when he let her ankle go. Martin expected her to swim to the end but she tread closer to him. Her laughter is infectious. She wrapped her legs around Martin and clasp her arms around his neck. Martin can feel his erection rising, the feel of her slick, wet body against him is getting him excited. "How much of this frolic cost you in the merger, Martin?" she asked. "Three hundred", he replied. Alaina wrinkled her nose, "Oh that is not bad", she pouted, "that's about the same dollar amount of the champagne we had last night", she continued. Martin smiled and said, "million, not thousand, baby". Alaina stiffened when she heard what he said. Her legs unwrapped from his torso and she pushed him away to look at his face. "Oh, god, Martin, I am sorry, can you still catch up with your business if you leave now?" she asked, genuinely concerned. "There is still tomorrow, Alaina", Martin assured her. And then he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Alaina turned and swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed onto it as Martin followed. She can feel Martin's body heat behind her as he grabbed onto the edge, too. She felt his thighs against hers as he separated her legs with his and eased himself inside her pussy. Alaina arched her back as Martin's thrusts became harder and deeper. The water made her body buoyant that each time he rammed in her, her breasts rose above the water level. When she was about to climax, Martin pulled and turned her around, whispering, "I have been wanting to take you from behind, but water was not involved and this makes it even more wonderful", and penetrated her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His thrusts were more forceful, his hands useless as they hold onto the pool's edge, but giving him more freedom to use his whole body to fuck her harder. Alaina came over and over again before Martin joined her last orgasm.
James Traynor paced in his living room. His face drawn in a scowl. His hands gripping the Glock 19 tightly. "That little bitch! Did she know?", he thought to himself. "But how could she? It has been 10 years since he wiped out his own identity and took over this Traynor fellow's", James glared at his own reflection as he looked at the hallway mirror at the end of his living room. He was doing fine, Martin Green gave him a new beginning, his background or rather Traynor's background checked out perfectly. No criminal record, nothing out of the ordinary, except for being a former military personnel gone AWOL. He waited for Traynor's disappearance to quiet down before assuming his identity. He assumed the real Traynor's identity as soon as he found out that the man has no family and he made sure he will never surface again. The real Traynor's body has long been buried somewhere in the deep of Mexico. It was after a drunken spree, that he was there to assist the poor soldier suffering an obvious post traumatic stress syndrome, eat a bullet. And now this bitch, just another conquest of Martin Green deciding he will again be a nobody with a criminal record six inch thick. He was a con, a hustler, a thief, a rapist and a kidnapper's son from Woodstock, NY. He was trying to leave that all behind. Until this Alaina dame came along. And she destroyed his second chance and she will pay. The man has nothing to lose and a man who has nothing to lose is a very dangerous man.
As soon as Martin and Alaina finished their frolic in the pool, and after showering together, Theodore announced that Eric is on standby for Martin's flight out and the clothes on order for Alaina has arrived. Alaina was pleased in which Martin has arranged for everything in detail, concerning her. He has arranged for her transportation too. Theodore took her to the garage, the garage itself in the size of the Columbia Tower parking lot and advised her that she can choose whatever vehicle she needs to use since the chauffeur has been permanently relieved of his duty. Alaina was overwhelmed with the cars Martin have. From Lamborghinis to Bugattis to Hennesseys to Aston Martins, it was quite a collection of vehicles average people like herself can only have in dreams. "Teddy?" she turned to ask the butler, "which one is the cheapest?" she asked, embarrassed. "Take the SL65 AMG, Ms. Gold, the funny looking ones would be a nightmare to park", Theodore answered her kindly. Alaina realized Theodore was sparing her the humiliation of not knowing the other cars cost over a million plus a piece. She appreciated the man's considerate gesture. Martin stood by the door as he watched Alaina pull out of the driveway. If he didn't have to meet with Carlos Slim to deal with the Dubai Summit, he would rather stay and perhaps fly to Kyoto to meet with Miranda. "Another day", he sighed to himself. Alaina drove North on Interstate 5 then cut to the Husky Stadium on the left side of the Eastside bridge heading to 405. She felt nervous handling the Mercedes Benz, but as soon as she heard the engine purr, she knew it would be a breeze to drive it. And she was right, the smooth handling of the car was a joy, she didn't mind cutting across the stadium's outskirt. Alaina took the 8th Street exit and continued West to the Bellevue Townhomes. Her place may be not as lush as Martin's homes, but at her age, to own a two story six bedroom, four baths home is an accomplishment. Last year has been quite eventful for her as that was the year the deed to her home became hers. The celebration following was quite special, too, because that was when she had said her goodbye to her then fiancé, Joseph. There was no drama, no tragic happenstance, only two adults making up their minds that it was not meant to be. If there is such a thing as a happy break up, hers and Joseph's would be it. She smiled fondly at the thought of her ex. He was a pleasant, quiet and handsome pediatrician. Anyone would be fortunate to have him as a husband.