The CEO Chapter 29

After the show, they had come back to the room and enjoyed another love making session. Eva was lying next to Lucas, slowing running her fingers across his chest.

"Does it bother you that I find the idea of working as an escort exciting?" Eva asked. He turned his head toward her.

"I didn't know you found the idea exciting," he said.

"Well, it's similar to the parties at home, but even more arousing in some weird way," Eva admitted.

"You may find the reality is not nearly as fulfilling as the idea of it," Lucas suggested.

"Yes, I'm sure that you're right, and I'm sure every experience will be different. If you did it much, there will be good and bad experiences. and everything in between," Eva agreed. "But sometimes the experience is different depending on your attitude towards it, don't you think?"

"I'm sure that is true," Lucas replied considering her view. "Some people find ways to be positive even in what others would consider dire and insufferable circumstances."

"I might be naive about the whole thing in some ways," Eva admitted. "But, I like the idea of giving myself to someone to use for their pleasure. Maybe I've got mental problems," Eva laughed softly.

"I don't know about that. I think you're just testing your boundaries and finding out what you respond to, and what you don't," he suggested. "That's the only way you'll know, really."

"So, you don't think I'm crazy," Eva asked, searching his facial expression.

"No, I don't think you're crazy, at least not any more than the average person. Sometimes a little more adventuresome, perhaps, but that can be a good thing," he concluded.

"I just wanted you to know that if I have to go tomorrow, I'm really okay with it, if you are," she said, still watching him closely.

"It seems to me, once you put your mind to something, I'm powerless to stop you anyway," he said. Eva scooted in closer to him, feeling his body against her, his arm wrapped around her, and drifted off to sleep.

Eva woke up to find Lucas gone, once again. There was a note, and the cocktail dress that she had picked out several days before was laid out on the bed.

The note read, 'This dress will do well for this evening. Take it with you when you go to meet Ms. Konig at the clinic at noon. I will have the car sent for you at 11:40. She will go over some training with you. I will see you tomorrow. I love you, Lucas.'

Eva's heart started racing. This was really going to happen, and she wasn't even going to be able to talk to Lucas about it anymore. Eva suddenly felt very much alone and even a little apprehensive and scared. What had she gotten herself into this time? Eva put together some things to go with the dress such as hose, shoes, under clothes, and a clutch purse.

She considered the bracelet. Maybe she shouldn't wear the bracelet, it might be distracting, she thought. Eva held it in her hand, feeling the smooth surface and weight of it. No, she decided, she wanted it with her. Eva picked out some earrings and a necklace, as well. She wasn't sure she felt like breakfast, but she nibbled on the items left by room service. She took a shower, then put on some clothes that were a little more comfortable to go to the clinic.

Eva watched the clock, but the time seemed to pass slowly. She found herself looking out the various windows, watching the churning city below, and wondering what was making everyone so busy. At 11:30 she went down stairs with her little makeup case and a bag with her outfit to wait for the car. A black limo soon pulled up to the curb. The driver was in a black uniform. He got out and came around the front of the car.

"Guten Morgan, Fraulein," he said with a smile. "I am Henrich, I will take you where you need to go today."

His voice had a thick accent, and his curly grey sideburns stuck out from his hat. He took the items from her hand, and then opened the car door, motioning her in. Eva stepped into the car. The back was huge and could have easily sat six people facing one another. He closed the door, put her items in the trunk, and then walked around and entered the car.

"Anything you need, you let me know," he said. The car pulled from the curb, and she felt like everyone on the street was watching her as they pulled away. Eva was glad the windows were tinted.

"These types of limousines are not very common here," he offered, noticing Eva's reaction.

Eva didn't say anything and just watched people aimlessly as she went. He went to the back entrance of the clinic and pulled up to the curb. He quickly exited and opened the car door for her, offering his hand. Eva took his hand and stepped out. He got her things from the trunk.

"Ms Konig is waiting for you, right inside," he said. "I'll carry your things in. I'll meet you right here when it is time." He tipped his hat, making a slight bow, and smiled.

"Thank you, Henrich," Eva said.

Eva walked up the stairs, and Henrich opened the door for her. A woman, about 40, Eva would guess, with dark hair and one streak of gray running through it, stood inside.

"Guten tag," she said. "Mein name ist Frau Konig. It is so nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," Eva offered.

"I know Herr Hansson didn't have much chance to talk to you today, but I will take good care of you. Why don't you call me Marta. I know Americans like first names."

"Okay, Marta, thank you." Eva replied.

Marta ushered Eva into a cozy office with a definite european flair. Her assistant came out and got the things from Henrich and disappeared.

"I was just going to have some tea, would you like some?" she said with a comforting smile.

"Yes, that would be nice," Eva replied, as she looked around, unsure of the situation.

"Here, sit, sit." Marta directed, stepping toward a little side table. She arranged two cups on saucers, and then poured hot water over the tea bags. She glanced back over at Eva as she carried them and sat them on the little table in front of her. She then pulled up a chair so that she could sit directly across from Eva.

"You seem a bit nervous, which I can understand. If at any time you change your mind, you let me know, okay," Marta said.

Her tone was reassuring. She took her spoon and removed the tea bags after they sat for a minute.

"Would you like sugar?" Marta asked.

"Maybe a little," Eva replied.

She scooped a little into hers, and then did the same for Eva's. She took a sip.

"I hope you like it. It's my favorite, a mixture of Earl Gray and Black tea, with something else the store owner won't admit to," Marta chuckled.

Eva took a sip. "Yes, it is good," Eva admitted, though she'd never really been that much of a hot tea drinker.

"Well, I know you don't know what to expect, so I'll give you a little run down. I'm going to go over the basic rules that I go through with all the girls. Not all of them will apply to your event, but Herr Hansson said that I shouldn't treat you any differently than I treat our other girls. So, I'll go over them.

Marta took a sip of tea before she continued.

"I'll give you a little information on Herr G, but he actually asks us not to reveal too much, apparently he likes to talk about himself quite a bit." Marta said with a laugh. "Then we'll work on a couple of etiquette items that you may need to be familiar with for dinner and then some dancing. He likes to tango, so I have a wonderful dance instructor for you to work with. And then we'll get you all ready to go, makeup and hair! We'll work in a little lunch in a bit."

Most of the rules applied to the brothel workers, and perhaps some of them legally to Eva's situation, but Marta explained that they were almost impossible to enforce in her case. The law required use of condom, and Marta encouraged it, especially if requested by the client. But in cases like this sometimes allowances were made.

Marta's assistant brought up lunch, and they sat down at a table. The table was arranged very formally in the French manner. She discussed what each item in the array was for and the order of usage. Eva needed to portray that she was from a fine background and understood such rules and procedures.

Marta reminded Eva how to hold herself when sitting and standing. Eva had actually gotten some of this in classes when she was about 12, and at the time didn't think she'd ever use any of it. Now she was suddenly glad that she had at least some prior exposure. Marta went over the use of utensils as they ate lunch, and what was and wasn't appropriate conversation for a young woman.

"I am quite impressed, you did well," Marta said at the conclusion of lunch. "This is not your first, what do the Americans say, rodeo," she laughed. Eva smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"Okay, I have some music set up in the next room, and I know you'll like your instructor. So, let's get started," Marta said moving out the door and down the hall.

A man was standing in the center of the room, his back turned, in a white shirt and black pants. Eva walked towards him, noticing his form seemed so familiar. Lucas turned and Eva rushed into his arms.

"I knew it was you," Eva gushed.

"Yes, it is I," he announced in a fabricated voice to sound Italian or something. "Now, we must Tango," he directed, grabbing her hand and turning her torso with his arm. It made Eva laugh out loud, until she couldn't stand up.

"Alas! Apparently, my student does not take me seriously, Frau Konig," he bemoaned still in his fake accent. Eva tried to regain her composure.

"Yes, yes, I am ready for your guidance and direction, Sir," Eva tried to keep a straight face and go along with the role playing.

"Good, good. Please start the music, Frau Konig," Lucas directed. "The Tango is about the language of love. Two bodies moving together with purpose and direction, feeling what the other is about to do, and using the partners energy to reflect it," he explained, his accent still apparent. "The body is upright, but not stiff, relaxed but alert, calm but in anticipation," he continued. "Follow my basic steps," he said as he began leading.

Eva had waltzed with him, and she had once covered the basic steps of the Tango, so it didn't take long until she could at least rudimentarily follow his lead. Marta was called in to demonstrate some of the variations and breaks, and then Eva did her best to follow along with Lucas as her guide. Lucas maintained his accent the entire time, and she enjoyed every moment of the dancing.

"What do you think, Frau Konig?" he asked.

"I think she is ready," Marta replied.

"Yes, I think so, too," he agreed. He stopped and held Eva by the hand. He spoke now without the accent. "You are with me, right here, always," he said placing his hand on his heart. Eva hugged him and felt herself start to cry, but she quickly wiped away her tear. Eva knew he needed her to be strong.

"I love you, too, Lucas," Eva said. "I'm looking forward to the ball tomorrow night, when we can be together."

"Until then, my love," he said, and walked out of the room.

"Okay, my assistant Gerta will help with your hair and makeup. Come with me," Marta guided, heading down the hallway again.

Gerta worked on Eva's hair, pulling it up in a French-braided bun with dangling little streams of hair falling down. It looked very sophisticated when it was done.

"So, we'll need to come up with you working name," said Marta. "Do you have any thoughts?" Eva hadn't even thought about using a stage name, but she did suppose that it made sense, and would provide some anonymity. Gerta started on her makeup.

"Hmmm, I hadn't even thought about it," Eva said. "I remember that we used a film as a code word once, and I think the characters name was Julia, or something like that," she offered, remembering it was about a character in a similar position as herself.

"That will work, I think," Marta nodded thoughtfully. "We might need a last name, too." She thought for a moment. "What do you think of Etoile? It means 'Star'."

"Sounds good!" Eva replied. Julia Etoile. Eva mouthed it silently to herself, trying to get used to the sound of it in her head. Gerta was definitely making her look different than she usually did it, and when Eva looked at the final product she almost didn't recognize herself. It was amazing how her appearance could change, the top of her cheeks highlighted and a dark eye liner along with some mascara and eye shadow.

Eva put on the underclothes she had brought, and Gerta helped her into her dress and shoes. Eva stood up to examine herself in the mirror. It really didn't seem like it could be her, and she felt different, too. Eva imagined that she would be walking into a high society party. Every eye would turn as she entered the room. Who was that girl?

"Ok, it's time," said Marta. "Henrich is waiting right outside."

Eva suddenly felt nervous. Marta helped her with her coat and she grabbed her clutch off the stand. The heels were a little high, but Eva thought she'd still be able to dance in them if the need arose.

"Herr Georg Gerhart is a little eccentric and very much desires that he feels like it is a date when he is with you. I believe he will like you just as you are, so be yourself, get to know him, and everything should work out fine." said Marta. "He can be quite traditional, so let him control the situation," she suggested. "Have a good evening."

She opened the door and Eva stepped out into the cold and already dark late afternoon. Henrich had the door open, and Eva slipped into the limo. He pulled away from the curb and weaved his way through traffic, headed out of town.

"How far is it?" Eva asked.

"It's about 45 minutes, depending on traffic," he replied.

"Do you drive girls often?" Eva asked.

"Not really. Herr G is kind of a special case," he replied. "But when I do, they are rarely as beautiful as you," he added.

"Ah," Eva blushed, "You're just saying that."

Eva fiddled with the audio system and found a local radio station. Then she shuffled through the items in her clutch, more out of nervousness than anything. Eva pushed the condoms back under a little pouch flap to hide them. Eva didn't think she'd use them anyway.

Eva tried to watch the countryside as she left the busy streets of town, but it was hard to see out of the windows, and the rolling hills actually seemed to be making her a little queasy. But perhaps, it was just nerves. Eva thought about reapplying her lip stick, flipped open the mirror, and decided it was okay.

What was Herr G really like? Eva suddenly imagined that he might be something from Beauty and the beast, a hideous creature that was hard to look at. What if she couldn't even bear to look him in the eye? Then she imagined he was like a handsome prince. Nope, he was too old to fit that image, certainly.

Eva's mind drifted to Lucas and what he was doing right now. What was he doing tonight? Eva had no idea. They hadn't even talked about it. She suddenly wished she were with him.