The Calm
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A lot of loose ends come together. Plans are made for some future activities, and we make a new friend at Hooters.
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When I first started traveling for business I thought it was great. Fly around, see new places, old friends. I’d commonly extend a trip for two or three extra days. Over time, however, travel becomes more of a burden. You try to make it as easy on yourself as possible. Travel off hours, catch the earliest flights since they’re most likely to be on schedule. Take things casual.
The next step is just get it over with. Get up at the crack of dawn (or two hours earlier) get to your customer, tell them you need to be gone by 3:00, and head home the same day. No overnight, no meals out. Just get it done and over with. You’re not saving money (well, you are, but that’s not the purpose), you’re saving your sanity.
Unfortunately I was abruptly dragged into an escalation at a customer, who was more than willing to pay the usury that we charged for emergencies, and I was stuck in Scottsdale for a solid seven days, including the weekend. Wednesday to Wednesday, what a bitch. There are worse places, much worse. But I didn’t want to be there.
The good news was, the job was strictly nine-to-five, and I was able to dedicate early mornings, and late afternoons to health and fitness. The region is also very well setup for healthy eating.
I was eating clean, working out, and dreaming about getting home to the various women in my life. I was as lean as I’d ever been, and was feeling pretty good about it. Evenings I might head out for a nightcap, to one of the many available places, but I wasn’t chasing the skirts, and I was sticking to maybe one straight scotch. Maybe a cigar if I was feeling stressed.
By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was dying to get home. I still ended up working until 2:00 pm before I was able to get out and catch a flight home, not arriving until pretty late. A long fucking week, and I was worn out.
My wife was kind and generous, welcoming me home, and letting me hit the sack without too much quizzing.
I woke the next morning to an ongoing blow-job. That hadn’t happened in longer than I could remember. It was delightful, and although I was tempted to get more involved and jump my dear wife’s bones, instead I let her maintain control. I relaxed, letting my cock be the end-all-be-all of my existence, and let my thoughts wander to some recent BJs that I’d had, including Dawn, (both hot-tub, and shared with Holly), Jenny, particularly that first one, the stranger at the movies, and the friends of Jenny’s, even though I wasn’t too clear on who did what. I moaned my appreciation as I let her take me all the way to conclusion, just relaxing and enjoying the incredible treat.
As I probably mentioned, she usually gets up before me, and handles the school duty for our daughter. My customers are predominantly on the west coast (I’m in Texas) and I run a later day, starting late and finishing late. The Jenny workout program had me getting up much earlier than usual, but I was still no early bird.
By the time I was rolling out of bed, Holly was almost out the door, on her way to running the 101 errands she seemed to have to execute everyday. She usually got in a lunch with the girls, and/or a Starbucks run or two.
“Give JT a call sometime,” she advised me.
“Why? What’s up?”
“It’s girl’s night out. Dawn’s got a sitter for her brood. Her sister is in town and is staying with them. She’s going to let ours stay for a sleep over as well. You and JT might want to be around late this evening. Looks like hot-tub weather.” It was a good answer.
I smiled. “Will do. I’ll call him soon.”
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and hustled out of the house. The kiss seemed so odd in contrast to her method of waking me that morning, or her off-hand evening escapades invitation.
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I took a couple of hours to get caught up on some emails, administrivia, writing up my trip reports, and filling in my on-site work summary and charges. It was almost noon by the time I shut down my PC, and gave JT a call. Turned out I had just missed him. I was told by his admin that he was off to the gym. I finally recalled that Thursdays, 12:30, was training with Jenny.
I took a quick shower and got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and meet JT over there. I could also let Jenny in on the news that I’d hit my final goal, and we needed to plan a payoff party. Then I’d hit the gym.
I got there just as JT was working on his last sets. Jenny usually had her clients finish with ab work and today was no different. He had a couple of hundred crunches lined up, and was still going to be busy for a few more minutes.
Jenny came over to the front and spoke with me. “So, what’s up?”
“Just wanted to let you know it’s official. I’m at 196 today. Two pounds below goal. We’ve got some logistics to work out.” I told her softly.
She looked around to make sure we were private. “I could jump on you right now. What’s your plan?”
“Holly’s been talking about a Hot-Springs getaway for the girls. I’m going to encourage it. If it goes through, we’ll have the entire place to ourselves for a day and a night, and I’m going to wear you out,” I told her, whispering in her ear.
“We’ll see who wears who out. In the meantime, one of these nights you’re going to have to come upstairs late and pay me a visit. Maybe I can give you a little taste of things to come.”
“You can bet on it.” I told her.
“Great. I gotta go deal with JT. He’s such a slacker. I don’t know how he stays in shape. If you don’t ride him, he’ll always ease back and cut corners.” She said, sounding a little exasperated.
“So you ride him?” I teased, for her ears only.
“Not since you made me, you sneaky bastard. But I may consider another one, if you want to let him play with us. He’s nice.” She said, before jogging across the gym to hassle JT.
“C’mon, Julie, you’ve got to at least try,” I heard a familiar voice yell.
“Dammit Teri. I am! I just can’t do it.”
I looked down the aisle, and saw a pretty blonde trainer chewing out her customer. There was a curvaceous little brunette, who I thought looked pretty damned good, struggling to do a pull-up. She was cute as a button, and filled her shirt nicely. Her curves would be frowned on in here; to get that lean trophy wife look she’d have to lose another 15-20 pounds. It would be a shame.
“You can do it on the assisted machine, why can’t you do it here,” the trainer growled, and I saw her name tag: Teri. “Jen! How do you get her to do anything?” Teri whined.
“Sugar and Vinegar,” Jen told her. “Too much vinegar. Try sugar with her. Incentivize her.”
“That’s right, she’ll work her ass off for the the right incentives.” Teri laughed, and the two girls started giggling. Jenny glanced my way, and everything clicked in place. Teri. Julie. Incentives. 931-9293.