The Protege chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 4

... subject for another day. I have a big day tomorrow and need to get to sleep."

"That's right. I lose all track of time talking to you. Love you Lecia. Talk to you soon."

"Love you too," I said smiling.

I thought I detected a hint of sadness in her face before we disconnected. I lay there thinking about the video call, and how sexy she looked in my nightie. And how monumentally bad of an idea it would be think about Stacey in that way. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep and break that cycle of thoughts.

Tuesday at noon NY time, midnight in Shanghai, I called Stacey and not surprisingly, she did not answer. "I just wanted to try you before going to sleep. I'm glad you're busy. That's a good sign, I'm sure."

At 6:00AM I got a video call. She was in a bathroom stall, it turned out, inside Yankee stadium.

"I got the job!" she said grinning ear to ear.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a grey suit jacket and white blouse with black pearls and a subdued lipstick color. Her bright blue eyes smiled with excitement.

We could not talk long, but she let me know it was a role in fan relations starting at $125K with a company car. She too would travel as needed for promotional activities and would be spending a lot of time with their spring training promotions initially which meant travel to Tampa as well as the minor league affiliates, Scranton, Charleston, Trenton, Staten Island and Tampa. She would start next Monday but did get to sneak into the ...

... team box for the game that night. That was all I got, and she had to go.

We texted back and forth and arranged for her to move in during my week in New York after the China trip. Given my new pay scale, we could easily afford an upgrade and arranged for moving up to a higher floor and a four-bedroom three bath for only $5000 more a month. It would be available in five months, so I put the first year up front to secure it.

I got back into town on a Friday night and Stacey and I planned the weekend together. We would get her moved on Saturday, have fun and forget about work. She would stay at the apartment Friday and the movers would handle everything on Saturday.

Cynthia had left for Europe two days earlier and would not be back until I left for Australia, the last leg of the LVMH world tour. So much for our "relationship" exploration endeavor. Phone sex twice a week and a daily call where we could get a few moments. She seemed to take it in stride but, if I did not get to return the favor in person soon, I would surely be a lifetime member of the masturbator's hall of fame.

I even rubbed it out on the flight to Hong Kong after I recalled my masturbation session on the flight with Cynthia. When she told me, she had been listening outside the door, it made it that much more exciting. So, in an attempt to recreate the magic mile high club moment, I did it on this flight. Hopefully Maurice and Russel weren't listening.

I got back to New York on a Friday night around ...