ABBY & THE CEO 11: THE VIDEO

ABBEY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 11: THE VIDEO

“Ms. Thomas?” I was stopped at the gate into the club community where the Cornell’s lived.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled. “I’m not sir … just Al.” Al was probably in his early 60’s being a security guard for a bunch of rich people. I didn’t see a gun as he stood next to the guard shack by the car. Probably had a hot-line connected to the police which was undoubtedly safer for him, too.

“Yes, sir.”

He paused. “Don’t see many like you around here. Politeness and respect seem to be out of style. Anyway … Mr. Cornell alerted me you would be arriving. He’s one of the nice ones.” He affixed a sticker to my windshield and handed me a magnetic card for the gate when it wasn’t being manned.

Mrs. C was standing at the front door as I drove up. Al must have alerted her. She came out and stood next to my open window. She pointed to the remote on the visor that I hadn’t even noticed until then. I pushed it and the far left garage door lifted. She walked behind me as I drove the my very new car into the garage of my new home. She waited as I gathered my purse and computer bag, then I followed her through the garage to the door into the house. We’d used this entrance before when I was them, of course.

She led me through the house along the familiar route to upstairs and the bedroom I would be using. I was expecting boxes but there was nothing out of place. I looked around puzzled and she laughed. Mementos were on end tables and arranged around the sitting room. The bedroom itself and huge closet was also decorated with my things and clothes hungup. My toiletries, etc. were in the bathroom. I looked at her puzzled.

“Oh, dear. You worked all day. I couldn’t have you bothering with unpacking. I don’t know if I got things where you want them but you can take care of that over time.” I was stunned and gave her a big hug.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing for now,” she said. “Joe is picking up meals for a quiet night home. It is a work night, after all.” I smiled. This was all going to be so strange to combine Mr. C with work and home and adding Mrs. C.

“There must be some house rules or expectations? I mean, what happened on weekends was play; what about normal, everyday living?”

“Don’t fuss yourself, dear,” she came back with. “I know you. You’ll help out around here; it’s part of who you are.” Then, she suddenly looked at me and a smile and look of awareness came to her. “Ohhhh … I bet you’re also wondering about what to wear. Joe has his rules for the house and you’ve elected to be remain basically naked even with the revised policy. Yes … remember Joe tells me everything and I tell him everything. So, around here … do what you want. You like being naked and we like seeing you naked. But, Abby, although you’re a wonderfully exciting, sexy, arousing young woman to both Joe and me, that’s not all you are to us; that’s not the only thing about you we love. You have a wonderfully well rounded personality with wonderful ideas and thought and ideas and a contagious sense of humor and that surrounds a very actively sexual person. We love all of you, dear.” She pulled me into another hug that was only warm and inclusive. She whispered into my ear, “We want you here and we want you to want to be here. If this is your home, relax and act like it is your home.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” I kissed her. Not on the cheek.

She smiled, “So … you know my name is Samantha or Sam …”

“Yes, ma’am.” She chuckled. I explained, “I am absolutely certain I am not submissive, ma’am. Mr. C has said the same as well as many of the VP’s and Directors. With all of them I use ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ as respect for positions. I realized along the way that I use it with you two because I have a deep desire to please you both. I’m not sure what you’d call it. I don’t know how to explain it more clearly.”

“You don’t have to explain it,” she responded with hands softly holding my face.