Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The next day he gets down with his business and is planing a trip to a new location.
He could really do work from any location as it was an easy work from home job this time.
Opening his email he types the email address bigdickmistress69@gmail.com.
He types his message out and read it back before sending.
"Hi, it's Rod from the other night, I was wondering if you offer any in person service like escort. And if you do would you mind sharing the location you live in, I have a job that is fairly easy and can be done anywhere this coming week," he sends it off before standing up to grab a drink from the minibar.
He takes a sip of scotch before sitting back down at his desk, his eyes scanning the room as he waits for a response.
The reply comes quickly, and he can't help but smile at the message. "Hey Rod, long time no see! I'm always happy to hear from you. As for your question, yes, I do offer in-person services, but it comes at a premium. I'm based in Los Angeles, so if you're in the area, let me know, and we can set something up. Looking forward to it, baby," her message reads as he opens a website for his flight service he uses booking the next plane to LA.
"I get in on this up coming Sunday, how much is ro rent your services for the entirety of the following week," he types as he sends his message. He sends another message "I will be staying at my house in Beverly Hills," he adds waiting for her reply.
Her response comes quickly, "Sounds like a plan. Let’s discuss the details once you arrive. Looking forward to meeting you in person, Rod. 😉"
Jason feels a thrill of anticipation. It’s been a long time since he’s ventured into the world of in-person encounters. He can’t help but wonder what she’ll be like in the flesh. He quickly books his flight to LA, a private jet that will get him there in style and comfort.
The week passes in a blur of meetings and conference calls. And as soon as he boarded his flight form Tokyo to LA all he could think about was her . The anticipation built inside him like a slow burn as he counted down the hours until he would see her in person.
Upon arrival in Los Angeles, Jason is greeted by his personal driver, a tall, stoic man named Samuel. He loads Jason’s luggage into the trunk of the sleek black town car and climbs into the driver’s seat.
“Welcome back to LA, Mr. Lee,” Samuel says, offering a polite nod. “It’s good to have you home.”
“Thanks, Samuel. It’s good to be back,” Jason replies, settling into the plush leather seat and pulling out his phone.
He glances at the time—it’s already late afternoon in LA. He checks his emails quickly, but his mind is elsewhere, already focusing on the evening ahead.
Samuel pulls out into the heavy LA traffic, the city a blur of yellow cabs, sleek sports cars, and endless billboards. Jason takes a moment to admire the familiar landscape, the palm trees lining the boulevards, the sprawling homes nestled in the hills. It’s a city of contrasts, much like him.
He looks down at his phone, her message still open on the screen. He types out a quick reply, “Can’t wait to meet you, just arrived. So how much do you want for the entire week," he asks not knowing what to expect but not wanting to sound too cheap.
Her reply is swift, "Hey Rod, I'm so excited to meet you in person too! Let's discuss the details when I arrive. I'll make sure to bring along something special just for you. See you soon! 😉"
Jason raises an eyebrow, intrigued by her cryptic message. He pockets his phone, his mind racing with possibilities. He looks out the window, the city lights twinkling as the sun begins to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.
He can't help but feel a sense of excitement, a thrill of anticipation that he hasn't felt in a long time. He's used to the excitement of travel, the thrill of new places and new experiences, but this is different. This is a different kind of excitement, a different kind of thrill.
The town car pulls up to the gate of his Beverly Hills estate, and Jason can see the familiar silhouette of his house looming in the distance. The gate slides open, and the car rolls up the winding driveway, the headlights illuminating the manicured lawns and towering palm trees.
Jason's house comes into view, a sprawling, modern mansion nestled amidst the hills, its sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows a stark contrast to the greenery surrounding it.
Samuel brings the car to a stop in front of the house, and Jason steps out, his shoes crunching softly on the gravel. He takes a deep breath, the scent of night-blooming jasmine filling his lungs. He looks up at the house, the lights casting a warm glow through the windows.
He walks up the steps to the front door, his hand reaching out to push it open.
The familiar sounds and scents of his home greet him—the ticking of the grand clock in the foyer, the soft hum of the air conditioning, the subtle scent of lavender that perpetually lingers in the air.
He drops his bags by the door and takes a moment to settle into the space. Home. It's been a while since he's felt this way, and it's a comfort he hadn't realized he missed.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he sees her name.
She’s messaged him to let him know she’s on her way. He checks the time—it’s already evening, and the anticipation in the air is palpable. He takes a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities as he goes to change into something more casual.
After putting on a simple t-shirt and jeans, he heads downstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink. He pours himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip, the liquid warming his throat as he leans against the counter, looking out the window at the darkening sky.
The doorbell rings, and he takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
He sets his glass down on the counter and walks to the front door, his footsteps echoing in the grand entryway. He pauses for a moment, steeling himself before opening the door.
Standing on the other side is a woman he recognizes instantly from her videos—the Big Dick Mistress. Dressed in a form-fitting, black leather jacket, tight jeans, and thigh-high boots, she looks even more striking in person. Her hair is cascading down her shoulders in soft curls, her eyes sparkling with a mix of confidence and mischief.
"Hey, Rod," she greets him with a smile, her voice as sultry as he remembered.
"It's great to finally meet you in person."
Jason returns her smile, his eyes taking in every detail of her. "You look even better in person," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
She steps inside, and Jason closes the door behind her. "Thanks, I try," she replies, looking around the grand foyer. "Wow, your place is amazing. I can see why you call this home."
Jason nods, leading her towards the living room. "It has its moments," he says, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
She nods, "Vodka on the rocks, if you have it."
Jason smiles, making his way to the bar in the corner of the living room. He pours them both a drink and hands her the glass.
"Thanks," she says, taking a sip. "So, how was your trip here? The view from up there must be amazing."
Jason leans against the marble countertop, his glass resting on the edge. "It was pretty uneventful, actually. Mostly just meetings and conference calls.
But enough about me, I've been dying to meet you in person ever since we started talking," Jason replies, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before taking a sip of his drink.
She smiles, taking another sip of her vodka. "I have to admit, I was a little nervous about meeting you. You know, considering our... arrangement," she says, her voice dropping slightly.
Jason raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "And why's that? Afraid I won't live up to my online persona?"
She laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends a jolt of excitement through Jason.
"No, not that. It's just... you're different from my usual clients. Most of them are just... there, you know? But with you, it feels like there's more. Like we actually talk, like we connect."
Jason raises his glass to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "To connections," he says, taking a sip of his whiskey. "So, tell me, what's your real name? You can't be the Big Dick Mistress in real life."
She grins at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're right, I can't. My name's Misty.
What's your real name, Rod?" she asks, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
Jason smiles, taking another sip of his whiskey. "It's Jason, I go by middle name to my friend which is Rod. Nice to meet you, Misty."
Misty takes a step closer to him, her eyes locked onto his. "Nice to meet you too, Rod. You know, I've been imagining this moment for a while now. I've seen so much of you online, but there's something about being here in person that's different."
Jason feels a shiver run down his spine at her words. He sets his glass down on the counter, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Me as well, so let's discuss the details," he says softly, his voice laced with desire.
Misty smiles, her fingers playing with the zipper of her jacket. "Well, Rod, I don't do this often, but I was really drawn to you. There's something about you that I just can't resist. So, I was thinking we could make this a special week, just the two of us. No cameras, no scripts. Just us."
Jason's heart pounds in his chest. He's used to the transactional nature of his encounters, the clear boundaries and expectations. But there's something about her that makes him want to throw caution to the wind and just... experience.
He steps closer to her, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "That sounds... dangerous."
Misty chuckles, a sound that's both sultry and playful. "All the best things in life are, aren't they?" she says, her fingers now trailing down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Jason swallows hard, his body responding to her touch. He's used to being in control, to setting the pace and the rules. But with Misty, he finds himself on unsteady ground. And he likes it.
The thrill of the unknown, the danger of the uncharted course, it’s intoxicating. He leans into her touch, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer.
“So, what do you say, Rod?” she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Are you ready to take a walk on the wild side?”
Jason takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks into her eyes, the challenge, the invitation clear in her gaze. He knows he should say no, should keep things simple, keep things in their familiar, controlled box.
"Definitely, so how much do you want for the entire week," he asks sliding his hands onto her shoulders and down her arms.
She smiles, a slow, wicked smile that promises so much more than just money. "Well, Rod, I think we should discuss that in more... intimate detail." She leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "Why don't we start with a little tour of the place?" Her hand slips down to his, guiding it to the zipper of her jacket.
Jason's breath hitches, his mind racing with possibilities.
He's used to being in control, but there's something about Misty that makes him want to surrender, to let go and just... experience. He nods, his voice barely above a whisper, "Lead the way."
Misty smiles, her eyes never leaving his as she takes his hand and leads him upstairs. They walk slowly, their fingers intertwined, the anticipation building with each step. She turns to him at the top of the stairs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You have a beautiful home, Jason," she says, his name rolling off her tongue like a secret. "But I think we can make it even more...