A few hours later, it must have been at least a few hours, though in some respect it seemed like more, Lewis awoke. He felt as though he'd been asleep for days. He rose from the bed and returned to the lower level of his spacious suite and made his way to Trillium's bedroom, well, more accurately the room Trillium used when she was here. It was untouched. Museum quality. Trillium hadn't been in here since the cleaning service had tidied it and that must have been a few days ago.

A quick check confirmed, he'd been asleep for four hours, felt like more, and no one had come or gone in that time. He checked the office and the limo, nothing. She must really be pissed, Lewis thought as he made his way to his study, fired up his link to his desk at work and tried to clear the cobwebs in his mind with some writing.

He struggled for almost an hour with two paragraphs before giving up. He leaning back in his chair trying to focus, trying to rework the thoughts so they would flow, trying, but to no avail.

“Trillium!” He called out instinctively before realizing she wasn't here. “Fuck.” What was he going to do now? Damn her! Where was she? He didn't hire her to run off, he hired her to help clear his mind when he needed to write.

He flicked on the LINK and keyed the agency she'd come from.

“I'm trying to get a hold of Trillium Lejoy.”

“She's on long-term assignment,” came the reply.

“I'm the assignment. She left my office earlier today but hasn't come home.”

“Would you like us to page her?”

“No.” She doesn't have her stuff with her, she'd left it at home, like she did every day.

“We can try her at her apartment, Mister Ricker, if you'd like?”

“Yeah, please.”

“We could send someone else in the meantime.”

“What?” Lewis hadn't thought of that. Trillium had been here so long that he'd almost forgotten there were others. “I don't know about that.”

“She's not responding and we've got more than a few women that we're sure you'll be happy with.”

“At this hour?”

“We're not a bank, Mister Ricker. Your file is up now with your original selection criteria, if you'd like to change anything we'll see if we can't get someone to you immediately.”

Lewis looked around, frustrated that Trillium was making him go through this. The thought suddenly popped in his head of what would happen if she arrived while he was waiting, or even after this other arrived. He dismissed the thought. She was an employee not family.

She was also supposed to be a professional and she had left him like this, it wasn't his fault she'd just run off without notice. Still it did feel odd to be looking at the list of traits, seeing the ones he'd selected originally, suddenly remembering that none of them actually applied to Trillium, whom he'd met at a party through whoever it was he was fucking then.

This list belonged to her, the first one, Delilah was it? He looked at the list and began changing things, selecting more by contrast to Trillium. Why not? If she came home while the other one was here she'd just have to join in, no point in making them twins. He closed off the selection and immediately five faces appeared before him.

The first one was Asian, Chinese in fact. She fit the bill in many ways but wasn't quite right. The second was polish, a beauty for sure, but her nipples were too conical. Number three looked too young. Number four was feral looking, which could be fun, he thought. Number five was too thin for his liking.

He went back, selecting a hair type, long and straight, he decided and changed one selector from generic to refined/upper class. He smiled at this, it'd be nice to fuck someone who reminded him of those fawning upper class toffs he had to put up with at all the fancy social functions. He narrowed the age group down between twenty-two and twenty-five, something young for a change, but old enough to know what she was doing. He triggered this and three faces came up, but the third one was the same as he saw the first time.

He scanned for more information on her, it was the one who'd looked too young to him but he could see she was actually twenty-five years old. In one shot her hair was slicked back and braided in a ponytail at the back, accenting her fine long face, high cheekbones and pouting lower lip.

She held her head perfectly and in the motion frame walked with a level of grace and stature that any society daughter would have died for. The nude sampler was consistent with her refinement, displaying slopping teardrop-shaped natural breasts, and curved angles that awakened desire in Lewis.

He wanted those lips on his member before sunrise, so he triggered acceptance at that thought, stopping only long enough to determine what she'd be wearing and attaching the disclaimer of what she'd be doing for him. A second later the voice returned.

“Mister Ricker?”

“Yes.”

“Her name is Barrington and she'll be at your residence in fifteen minutes, as requested.”

Goodness, Lewis thought, that was fast. Well, for the price of it the service should be this good.

Fourteen minutes, thirty seconds later the ground level elevator door opened, and mere seconds after that, the upper level revealed the young woman in the black fur coat she was instructed to wear. Her hair was exactly as it had been in the picture, but her blue eyes radiated with an intensity that Lewis knew to be enhanced. It didn't matter to him now.

He closed the door behind her. She said nothing, keeping her chin angled down in deference to him, stealing glances around his penthouse.

“Barrington, is it?” he inquired.

“Yes, m'lord.” She replied.

This was going to be interesting, Lewis thought. More of a chambermaid than society bitch. He descended into the pit of his den and sat on the large sofa facing the wall-to-wall window view of the lake and motioned her to come before him.

She stood as directed, not looking down but blankly ahead. He nudged her legs farther apart, appreciating the classical shoes with low heels that she wore. He undid the four buttons of her fur coat, but let it hang closed. Her legs were smooth, and as he ran his fingers up from the ankle, he could feel her tense against the sensation. So, he mused, she hadn't been doing this so long that she was desensitized.

At the knees he began to part the fur coat, continuing up to her red silk panties, which he then slid down, unhooked and removed. His hands slid up the outside of her legs this time, letting his arms spread the coat open, exposing her silk strapless bra, which he undid, guiding it away from her awakening nipples. He put it aside, like the bow of an expensive and delicate Christmas gift that he was unwrapping.

He let the coat hang loose now, exposing her midriff and the space between her breasts, and her furry pussy. He brought his middle finger between her thighs, and to the edge of her sex, and then he began to rub, stroke and probe her until she closed her eyes and stood there, swaying. He stood, bringing his coated finger to her mouth, which she willing opened and sucked on, never taking her eyes from his.

Lewis undid his pants and let them drop. He pulled his underpants down as he sat back on the sofa, laid back with his exposed member growing stiff, as he watched her stand before him.

“Come on,” he said, somewhat impatiently. But as she moved to drop her coat he added, “Keep your coat on.”

She looked down, she positioned one leg outside his and then straddled him, lowering herself as she guided his member into her. She slowly thrusts with a gentle and steady hip action as she took him deep inside her.

Lewis reached up and began playing with her nipples, making them swell and harden while he felt her tight box massage his cock. For someone so young there was no getting around it, she knew how to fuck.