Third on the docket is something that is briefly discussed. Drugs. Ridley usually points to a silk-lined leather bag sitting on my scale, pre-measured by her from my suppliers and balanced to the amount I’ll need for the day. This is something she firmly doesn’t enjoy, but does it out of the intense loyalty she feels to me. That and I pay her more money than most nobles spend in a month, every week. If you pay with peanuts you get monkeys as they say. She mumbles the cost and I simply don’t care to listen, though my mouth waters a bit at the thought of whats in the big. Something I’ve gotten accustomed to is never caring about the price tag of anything anymore. As long as it keeps me amped and ready to take the day on to its fullest, I don't ever care.
By this point in my morning I’m usually satisfied with breakfast, sometimes I finish it sometimes I don’t. Today I drained my bowl mostly empty and this is when I really start to wake up. With a yawn I sit back into my chair, relaxing into it and slouching a little as I cross one bare leg over the other and continue to yawn, a closed fist over my mouth to stifle the silent outburst. She keeps droning on so I guess this must mean I have either names to review to see if she will start to try to pencil them in OR ‘appointments’ or word to describe sexual encounters with whoevers name is beside the time-slot she put down.
“Sir, do you remember these names?†she always asks in her calm and proud little voice, always trying to sound firm and in charge. So, that’s what she has next I think to myself, as I look to her with an amused look. Its usually fun trying to dredge the depths of the previous nights and figure if there's anything I can recollect. I wonder if I have any appointments after.
Today she reviews two names. Truthfully I didn’t forget them, but I also didn’t care to remember so I feign ignorance with a dismissive wave of the hand and those names are quick to be scratched by her without a second thought. Its not that they we’re unattractive, or poor at keeping a bed warm, but even I have shreds of modesty left and I simply see no need for more to constantly eat my and Ridley’s time away. Most importantly, I’m tired of Miqo, and have been on a bit of a binge for Hyur women. I’m not concerned with discarding two, there’s always more, always.
At this point I’m fully awake, my mind feels clear and crisp all things considered. Ridley understands that when I rise from my desk and start walking to my wardrobe to finish up with it. She tells me I have exactly one appointment today. Surprising, only one? No matter. I know it doesn’t really matter if I only have one, I’ve got one woman I’m finally going steady with, though she knows about the womanizing and endorses it fully. She’s got a bit of a Spartan side to her, letting me warm up on others until she shows up after the days errands to finish the deed. She needs no appointment and comes and goes as she pleases. Sometimes she takes to Ridley's schedules and picks names that I think she'd enjoy, and takes them for herself. Her name is Anna and one day I'm sure she will be introduced more thoroughly. All I can say for now, is that she is a true and proper Highland woman in all things. There's something about a woman that can almost match you in raw strength and lust - hard to find and harder to keep. I'm a lucky man sometimes.
I slide my robe off and let it hit the floor as I open my wardrobe – Ridley true to form never cares seeing all of me. I push my suits across the racks, pulling out different pieces and showing them to her, mock hanging them over my body to get a reaction from Ridley. This is where she always shrugs and always tells me “I don’t get paid for that. I barely dress myself, look at me! I wear next to nothing over my body anyways.†Well she always has a point, but I always make it a point to include her whenever I can. She’s one of the few souls I trust implicitly, I have a feeling she’d work for free if I ‘forgot’ to pay her. What makes it more intriguing, is I’ve never slept with the girl. I never will either. Her loyalty is unending and I’ve done little to foster it other than take her in and give her a purpose after her previous ‘Master’ threw her out. In fact, I know scant little about Ridley’s sexual life. I know she prefers women, probably almost exclusively if she never reacts to my being in the nude. I don’t judge that though, how could I when I only prefer women myself?
[To be continued...]
By this point in my morning I’m usually satisfied with breakfast, sometimes I finish it sometimes I don’t. Today I drained my bowl mostly empty and this is when I really start to wake up. With a yawn I sit back into my chair, relaxing into it and slouching a little as I cross one bare leg over the other and continue to yawn, a closed fist over my mouth to stifle the silent outburst. She keeps droning on so I guess this must mean I have either names to review to see if she will start to try to pencil them in OR ‘appointments’ or word to describe sexual encounters with whoevers name is beside the time-slot she put down.
“Sir, do you remember these names?†she always asks in her calm and proud little voice, always trying to sound firm and in charge. So, that’s what she has next I think to myself, as I look to her with an amused look. Its usually fun trying to dredge the depths of the previous nights and figure if there's anything I can recollect. I wonder if I have any appointments after.
Today she reviews two names. Truthfully I didn’t forget them, but I also didn’t care to remember so I feign ignorance with a dismissive wave of the hand and those names are quick to be scratched by her without a second thought. Its not that they we’re unattractive, or poor at keeping a bed warm, but even I have shreds of modesty left and I simply see no need for more to constantly eat my and Ridley’s time away. Most importantly, I’m tired of Miqo, and have been on a bit of a binge for Hyur women. I’m not concerned with discarding two, there’s always more, always.
At this point I’m fully awake, my mind feels clear and crisp all things considered. Ridley understands that when I rise from my desk and start walking to my wardrobe to finish up with it. She tells me I have exactly one appointment today. Surprising, only one? No matter. I know it doesn’t really matter if I only have one, I’ve got one woman I’m finally going steady with, though she knows about the womanizing and endorses it fully. She’s got a bit of a Spartan side to her, letting me warm up on others until she shows up after the days errands to finish the deed. She needs no appointment and comes and goes as she pleases. Sometimes she takes to Ridley's schedules and picks names that I think she'd enjoy, and takes them for herself. Her name is Anna and one day I'm sure she will be introduced more thoroughly. All I can say for now, is that she is a true and proper Highland woman in all things. There's something about a woman that can almost match you in raw strength and lust - hard to find and harder to keep. I'm a lucky man sometimes.
I slide my robe off and let it hit the floor as I open my wardrobe – Ridley true to form never cares seeing all of me. I push my suits across the racks, pulling out different pieces and showing them to her, mock hanging them over my body to get a reaction from Ridley. This is where she always shrugs and always tells me “I don’t get paid for that. I barely dress myself, look at me! I wear next to nothing over my body anyways.†Well she always has a point, but I always make it a point to include her whenever I can. She’s one of the few souls I trust implicitly, I have a feeling she’d work for free if I ‘forgot’ to pay her. What makes it more intriguing, is I’ve never slept with the girl. I never will either. Her loyalty is unending and I’ve done little to foster it other than take her in and give her a purpose after her previous ‘Master’ threw her out. In fact, I know scant little about Ridley’s sexual life. I know she prefers women, probably almost exclusively if she never reacts to my being in the nude. I don’t judge that though, how could I when I only prefer women myself?
[To be continued...]
