The CEO Chapter 28

When Eva woke up the next morning, Lucas was gone. This was starting to feel like a routine, and it was only Thursday. Eva had only been in Frankfurt for 3 days, but somehow it seemed like a lifetime ago, and she could hardly imagine going back to school and her regular life at home.

Lucas had left Eva a single rose, and a beautiful little bracelet. Eva tried it on, and admired it on her arm. He had good taste. It was very well made, but not so fancy that she couldn't get away with wearing it every day if she wanted to. Eva could get used to this, she thought.

She noticed she was a little sore from yesterday's activities, but not too bad. Eva figured it probably wouldn't stop her tonight, Eva laughed to herself. She took a shower and relaxed, then slowly got herself together so she'd be ready for whatever Lucas had planned for today. He soon came in, in an animated conversation on his phone with someone.

"Mr. G is a very important client, and while I understand why we're in this situation, we've got to do something to remedy it. Have we really tapped all our available resources?" he queried. "I know he has a stringent set of requirements that few of our girls can meet, but certainly Abby wasn't the only one that met them," he said, exasperated. "Okay, okay, we've only got until about 5 o'clock to some up with something or we'll need to try to bring in other services, though you know how much I hate doing that," he hung up the phone and smiled broadly.

"Hey, Beautiful! How are you today?" Lucas said.

"I'm great!" Eva replied. "I loved the gifts!" She twirled around him sniffing her rose, and then placed her arms around his neck giving him a kiss.

"I'm so glad you're back. What was all that about?" Eva inquired.

"Oh, nothing, just business," he said, almost automatically.

"Hey, I thought you were going to share it with me. So, I want to hear," Eva said, giving him her full attention and a helpful expression.

"Well, we just have a wealthy client that uses our escort service from time to time, and typically pays $10k a night, as long as the girl meets his list of requirements. The girl we had planned for him was in a car accident yesterday, and she's fine, but still in the hospital. So far, they haven't been able to come up with a suitable replacement, and his scheduled date is tomorrow night." he explained.

"Well, I'm sure your crew will come up with something," Eva tried to encourage him.

"When we have something like this, sometimes we will reach out to other services. But if we do, our reputation is on the line and typically they take 95 percent of our profits. I'm actually more concerned about our reputation than the money, so I don't like to risk using another service to fill the spot," he explained.

"That makes sense," Eva said, empathetically. "So, what do you have planned for today?"

"I thought I'd walk you through the red light district in daylight, and let you see it before it gets dark. Then I thought we might go to a dance show theatre later," he suggested.

"Hmmm, what to wear," Eva thought out loud.

"It will be cold, so a coat would be advisable," Lucas suggested with a chuckle.

"Right, but once I get to the show, I might want to take my coat off, and I might need to compete a little with the girls on stage," Eva teased.

"No worries there," Lucas said. "You'll be prettier no matter what you have on." He smiled.

Eva wasn't so sure it was true, but she liked the sentiment of his comment anyway. She put on some black yoga pants/stockings and a top that felt loosely over her torso, revealing some shoulder and a plunging neckline. Comfortable, but sexy, she determined. Closed toed shoes with only a slight heel would be required since she was going to have to do some walking, but fashionable nonetheless. Eva threw on a nice coat and a scarf to brave the elements.

The two of them enjoyed a leisurely lunch, of course with a good bier, and then walked to the red light district. It seemed quiet, but there were some vendors on the street selling food and a few people milling about. Most of the buildings were older, 5 or 6 stories high. There was a newer building in the center of the block.

"So, that's our building, the new one. We have 24-hour security and janitorial services. There's also a clinic in the back to meet all of the medical and regulatory requirements for the women. Why don't we go up one of the older walkups first so you can see the difference between our facilities and others?" he suggested.

They went into an open doorway and went up the steps to the second floor. A hallway ran down through a set of doors on either side. Many were closed, but some were open. Only a woman or two were visible from the hall. He held her hand, and they walked down the dark corridor, peering into the rooms that were open. The women seemed to be all different shapes and backgrounds, and the style among them varied as well, though most did leave some skin to see in their chosen attire. Some wore heavy makeup and some none at all.

It wasn't exactly what Eva had anticipated. There was a sink and a bed in each room, and some scant decorations, but nothing fancy. Some girls sat on their beds, almost ignoring the fact that someone was passing by. The two girls in the hallway said a quiet greeting of Guten tag, but otherwise didn't interact much. They went back down the hallway and up another flight, to see something similar on the next floor.

"So, most of these are five or six stories, the rent gets cheaper as you go up, and usually the age of the women as well. The price is typically 50 to 100 euro, depending." Eva did some quick math in her head calculating $80 to $160 depending on the exchange rate. They walked back down the stairs, only passing a few men as they went down the halls.

They were soon back on the street. They crossed at the corner and went toward the entrance to big building. A doorman opened the door.

"Guten tag, Herr Hansson," he said as they passed in. Everything was neat and clean. The floors were beautiful, like something you'd see in a mall, and everything was well lit. Eva noted the cameras at the end of the corridors.

"The hallways go in a big circle through the building so you don't have to back track like in the other buildings, and there are two staircases, one in the back and this one in the front. The rooms were only slightly larger here, but neater and cleaner. Again, many of the doors were closed.

"They get to pick their own hours and days off, so it's not unusual to see doors closed. Of course, a closed door could also mean they are with a client," he said. Again, all colors and types of women seemed to be in the rooms. It seemed someone had notified them, so most offered greetings, and Lucas responded to some using their names.

"I can't keep up with all the names, though I try. But, if they've been around a while I know them," he explained. "Darcy here is from Kenya. Wie Gehts?" he asked.

"Ya, sehr gut," she said, with an odd half-german, half-something else, accent. "Is this a new girl," she asked.

"No, this is," Lucas hesitated for a minute, "Ah, well, I hope she will soon be my fiancé," he said.

"Oh, la la," she exclaimed, "Herr Hansson, I didn't take you for the marrying type." She beamed a smile that lit up the corridor.

"Well, some things you can just never tell, isn't that right," he said.

"Ya, Ya vol," she said. "That's for sure. I wish you luck!"

To Eva it seemed surreal, walking down the hallway, women standing inside the doorways, hoping to lure a man in for sex in exchange for money. But it certainly didn't seem as seedy as Eva expected. Lucas' phone rang.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this," he said stepping to the side of the corridor.

"Still nothing?" Eva heard him say. "Have you also talked to Margerite? Scheise! Alright, keep trying, but we only have an hour," he said. Eva could see he had a look of concern on his face.

"Do I meet his requirements," Eva offered.

"What?" Lucas asked, a quizzical look on his face, not understanding her meaning. His eyes now focused on Eva.

"Do I meet his requirements," Eva repeated. "Your client." Eva could see the realization of what she asked come over his face.

"I'm not sure, but that's out of the question," he said emphatically. "Besides, we would have to do all the paperwork and clinical tests to be in compliance with law. It wouldn't work." He paused, his brow furled and lifted. "Why are we even talking about this?"

"You said you wanted me to be a partner in your business, and if that's so, I need to have some idea of what the girls go through. You said there is a clinic right here in the back of the building for the blood work." It was weird to hear it coming out of her mouth, and Eva wasn't actually sure why she was saying it, but it did seem like a reasonable solution to his problem, if she actually met this guy's requirements, whatever they were.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Lucas said, trying to end the conversation. The two of them continued down the corridor, now quiet and pensive. Eva could see his mind was turning, and Eva was thinking about it, too.

"Lucas, if you don't think this is acceptable work for people you care about, then maybe you are in the wrong business," Eva challenged him. "I want to help with your business."

The two of them continued and headed up the stairs. He opened the door to the hallway, trying to feign a smile as Eva stepped through.

"These women are in difficult circumstances. Most of them would do other things if they could," he said. "I'm trying to help them out of this, if they want out." His expression showed he wasn't convincing himself or Eva with his logic.

"Lucas, I've been with men before, in similar situations. I'm sure I still have much to learn. But, if you really want me to be your partner here, I need to experience these things," Eva explained trying to reason with him. "And it's obvious you are concerned about this client. I can see the stress on your face."

"I just don't think it's a good idea. And while I understand your desire to help, I don't even want to entertain the idea," he said. "Besides, you don't know any French," he said dismissively.

"Oui, je parle un peu Francais," Eva said. "I took three years of French in high school, and I'm taking French in college."

"Now I'm the one learning about you," he laughed. "But I still don't want to talk about it."

They stopped in the hallway. Eva held a stern expression on her face. He turned to look at her, obviously trying to read what was going on in her head.

"Okay, let's be reasonable," Eva offered. 'Let me go through the clinic and take the necessary tests. That way I understand that part of your business better, and fill out the forms for a work visa, since many of the women here do that as well. You can delay your decision until tomorrow, and it will give you more time to find someone else."

"But, if I don't find someone else, then I will be committed to sending you," he pointed out. "Which is not my intention."

"When was the last time you met with a woman for work?" Eva asked.

"Well, that's different, now," he said.

"That's not what I asked," Eva's face was stern.

He relented. "I met a long time client about 4 months ago," he said, his eyes downcast.

"Did you get paid?" Eva asked.

"Yes," he admitted. "But not that I needed it, but she wanted to."

"Couldn't this client buy a woman anywhere?" Eva asked.

"Well, obviously he has the resources," Lucas replied.

"But he chooses to use your business," Eva observed. "Why?"

"I suppose that he doesn't really want any strings attached, shall we say, no expectations, and he knows what he likes, but doesn't really have the time to find it on his own," Lucas explained. "He likes to play out a fantasy with a woman; he finds it pleasurable."

"So you are providing a valuable service to him. And it works out well for your workers as well, apparently," Eva pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose," he said.

"Either you want me to be a part of your life, part of your business, a helper, a lover, someone you share everything with or you don't," Eva stated bluntly. "You already demonstrated that you don't mind sharing me with friends, so why not important clients?"

"Wow, I didn't see this in you. I mean, you are more strong-willed than I...," he trailed off. "I'm impressed really." He looked Eva directly in the eyes, searching her face. "I haven't changed my mind, yet," he said taking Eva by the hand. "But we'll take you through the clinic, okay."

Eva couldn't believe that she had just done that. And in some ways she wasn't even sure why. Was she just trying to prove something to him, or to herself? Did she really intend to go through with it if it happened? Was she really going to work as an escort?

Sometimes Eva was quite sure she didn't even know her own mind. Eva couldn't even explain why, that in some weird way, she found the whole idea of the thing extremely arousing. The idea of meeting a total stranger with the expectation of sex for cash and nothing more, or less, was slightly thrilling. Knowing that the man was in control, creating the fantasy, and that she had to act it out according to his desires, whatever they might be. Or maybe even more so, the idea that she would give herself over to doing it in the first place, to let he body by used for a man's pleasure in that way. Her pussy was getting wet just thinking about it.

Lucas opened the door to the clinic. Eva realized that she didn't even know how she'd gotten there. She had been daydreaming as she walked through the building. Eva grabbed Lucas by the coat and whispered in his ear, "Don't tell them who I am other than a girl you need to get through the process quickly."

A nurse took Eva back and took some blood. Then Eva had to see a doctor, and received an exam, mostly benign. He spoke decent English. Then she was subjected to a gynecological exam. Eva always hated those. Then Eva was sent down the hall to fill out visa paperwork. Eva couldn't believe how many forms were required or how many questions she couldn't seem to answer. She did the best she could, they might never get used anyway, she figured. Lucas was hanging up the phone when she got back to the waiting area.

"All finished?" he asked with a little smile on his face.

"Yep," Eva replied, trying to be upbeat.

"Wasn't that fun?" he asked.

"Not really," she admitted. "They sure are nosy on those forms."

"Well, you know, Germans don't let just anyone into their country," he laughed.

"Really? Eva questioned. You wouldn't know that from the recent politics here," Eva observed.

"So, next you're going to tell me you follow current events?" he asked.

"Not really, I just know they are letting in a lot of refugees, and that there are groups for taking in 'Auslanders' and groups against it."

"You never cease to amaze," he smiled. "What do you say we get some dinner?"

"Sounds good," Eva replied.

They went to a nice German restaurant and ordered some schnitzel and hefeweisen, followed by some apfel strudel. Then they walked down to the show theatre he had mentioned. The building was actually on old theatre, with old dark red curtains hanging on the walls and across the stage that somehow gave it a somber appearance.

It had been retrofitted so that the stage came out into the audience in a type of walkway. Based on the design of the foyer, the woodwork, and the sconces on the walls, it was apparent that the theater had been built in the 30s, but Eva wondered how much of it had been damaged in the war and how much had to be replaced. It some ways it just seemed old.

It wasn't crowded. It was a Thursday night after all. Lucas pointed out one of the lamps near the stage. It was a combination of amber glass and brass, and was quite striking, the angular design mimicking a flower. The one that should have matched on the other side of the stage was missing, replaced by a simple sconce with an amber light bulb.

"The story is the artisan died during the war, and they could find no one to replicate it," Lucas said.

The lights dimmed and the music swelled turning from a classic sweep of violins to something a lot jazzier. A single woman stepped onto the stage, the only light provided by the two spotlights focused onto her. Her black and white outfit glittered; she wore a top hat and had a cane in her hand. Her glittery body suit was striped vertically under a short tux coat. She wore black stocking with a pattern up the back of the leg and high heels.

She was sensual, and hardly moved, slowly turning to acknowledge the audience was there. Slowly her foot started tapping, followed by her cane. It was a tap dance number, but certainly the sexiest one Eva had ever seen. She was fantastic, her body moving, her feet tapping, as her top hat got flung into the audience, followed by the coat. Eventually she was down down to her body suit and stockings, doing things with the cane that definitely had Eva thinking about other things.

Her act was followed by a group of dancing girls doing high kicks in a line, flinging off their skirts during the number to reveal glittery bras and panties with traditional line dance type music. The colorful festive costumes were in stark contrast to the appearance of the theatre before the show began.

Next, three poles lowered from the ceiling, two on stage and one on the extension near the audience, and were locked into place in the floor. A modern bass driven beat ensued, and three women came out and did a pole dance that was so acrobatic that Eva couldn't see how they hung on while flinging themselves about like that.

They slowing removed the bits of clothes that they had on. Their torsos rippled with muscles as they extended themselves from the pole twirling together in time. The woman on the extension was obviously the focus of the show, and she did moves the others didn't even try. Eva didn't even know pole dancing could be that sensuous, entertaining, and beautiful. She stripped down to little pasties and a barely there thong before it was all over.

"She's fantastic, isn't she, Lucas," Eva whispered.0

"She does really put on a show," he agreed.

"Would you like it if I could dance like that?" Eva asked. He smiled broadly, probably realizing that answering that was not a good move.

The poles were retracted and a group of men and women performed a sensual modern dance in flowing, see through costumes that made them nearly nude as the lighted changed over them. The couples made seemingly sexual moves, and Eva could swear that every male dancer there had a hard on under their whispery thin cover. Eva bit her lip, imagining how the girl dancers felt against them.

"I see you approve," Lucas whispered with a little grin.

The acts kept getting more sensual and provocative, until the dancers were completely nude and even appeared to be having actual sex on stage. Eva let her hand feel her leggings, and she could feel that she was wet right through them.

"Lord, Lucas, if you were trying to get me in the mood, it worked," Eva whispered. She looked over at him, and could see he had a hard on as well. She put her hand on it to feel it. It was dark. She looked around. It didn't seem like anyone was watching.

"Sssh," she told him, putting her finger to her mouth and quickly unbuttoning his pants. Eva leaned over and pulled out his cock, quickly putting her mouth over his hard on. It felt warm in her mouth, and there was already some precum on the tip. Her pussy tingled and she set about sucking him in earnest.

She wanted him to cum in her mouth right then. She stroked him concentrating on his hardening cock as he scooted down a little lower in his seat, and she heard his breathing deepen. Eva could tell it wasn't going to take much now. She sucked him, forcing her head down into his lap and feeling his cock against the back of her throat. She bobbed up and down in earnest, stroking him with her hand as well.

Eva felt his hips jerk along with a muffled groan, and cum sprayed inside her mouth, filling it. She tried to swallow it, and then more spurted in. She swallowed some more, and then another round filled her mouth. Finally his jerking subsided, and she slowly bobbed up and down before drawing her lips up his rod and licking her lips. Eva patted his hard on as he went to stuffing it back into his pants.

They watched the end of the show, and then got up to leave. Lucas pulled Eva to him and wrapped his arms around her kissing her deeply.

"You are so sexy," he whispered his eyes locked onto hers. When he looked at her like that Eva felt like he could see her soul.

"That felt amazing," he added.

"I'm glad you liked it," Eva replied.