Taken for a Ride - Sex Stories

Taken for a Ride

... phone."

David felt the chill go up his spine. "So, you have someone in Paris?"

"Alas, yes. But she--"

"She? And you're married? Children?"

"I'm French," Peter said, as if that explained away everything.

"That's a bit too complicated for me," David said.

Peter just shrugged and looked away, which was all the confirmation David needed to hear of where the two stood. He was about to say something, but the concert manager, Helmuth Hollerich, who had arranged three hookups for David earlier in the week to help him cover his hotel room and meals, was approaching. Behind him was a gorgeous blond guy in his late twenties or early thirties, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform. Peter used this approach as an opportunity to fade away.

"David. There you are," Helmuth said. "I know you have an engagement in Cologne and need to figure out how to get there--but that you don't really need to be there for a few days. I have an idea how you can cover that. A prince has shown interest today in meeting and being with you for a few days. His chauffer is here to take you up to his place if you're interested. I told him what your needs are in getting to Cologne and he expanded the offer. If you stay with him for three nights, he'll pay you 2,000 euros and transport you to Cologne."

"A prince? The prince of Luxembourg?"

Hollerich laughed. "Luxembourg is a duchy. It has no prince. This has long been a safe haven for displaced royalty from elsewhere in Europe. This prince is a ...

... German one--from a no-longer-existing princedom. But his family is distinguished, and I assure you he is very wealthy."

"And interested in me."

"Yes. He said he's come to two of the concert performances and couldn't take his eyes off you. He knows that German banker, Manheim Storts, you went with earlier in the week, and he's very interested in--"

"Yes, why not," David said, his eyes somewhat resentfully following Peter Antoine's departing back. He then turned and smiled at the chauffer. "And you are?"

"Heinrich," the handsome chauffer said, returning not only David's smile but also his look of interest. "At your service, sir."

"I hope so, Heinrich. I certainly hope so. We'll have to stop at my hotel for me to pack and then I'm all this prince's of yours for the next couple of days."

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Luxembourg City, the capital of the duchy of some 135,000 people, is located where two deep-ravine rivers, the Aizette and Pétroasse, meet, each coming together in big bends that essentially has the downtown areas of the ancient city sitting on cliffs connected by a series of main-avenue bridges across the river chasms. A banking and international organization capital of Europe, the city is extremely wealthy. Those who have fortunes live a glorious life here.

David Graves hadn't been living a glorious life, exactly, as he'd booked into the city to play in the orchestra backing a professional choir in performances of Faure'sRequiem; he was housed in what essentially ...