Ashley woke up with a start. Her heart was thumping like a hammer inside her chest. She remembered being cold and near-death, and now she was suddenly warm and flushed. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was sitting on a toilet commode with her trousers and panties down. Did she fall asleep while taking a leak? That’s ridiculous- what happened was too real to be a nightmare.
She pulled up her lowers, flushed, and left the cubicle. It was the executive washroom of the Grayson building.
‘I’ll splash some water on my face. That should get my bearings in place.’
Ashley went to one of the luxurious Whitehaus basins and looked at the mirror. What she saw almost made her fall over in shock.
It was impossible!
The scars were gone! All back to normal! She was beautiful again! Her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, her nose. She rubbed her face all over to be certain.
Ashley pinched herself, and it hurt like a regular day.
My phone.
She checked her smartphone. The date!
It was three years in the past! 5th Jan 2018! A day before her engagement!
She started giggling, which turned into laughter.
My God, what is happening to me?!
Have I gone crazy??
“Ashley, are you all right?”
It was Jake’s voice. Her memories clarified a bit, and she remembered. It was Jake’s idea to go on one final date before their engagement. She had come to pick him up from the office. He was waiting outside the washroom.
Ashley decided to figure out what was happening by going through with it. She freshened up her makeup and stepped out.
There was Jake. Her handsome fiance to be. Over six feet tall, lean and muscular, and well-groomed. He had changed into dark denim and a Ralph-Lauren blazer for their date.
I know you were away for a few minutes, but I missed you.” He paused for a moment, admiring her. “You look so beautiful,” he added.
Ashley was also casually dressed- in designer red suede trousers with flared legs and a halter top with a lace-up back. She decided to keep up appearances with him.
“Don’t make me blush, Jake. You say the tackiest things.”
“Ah, then you better rethink our engagement because Mr. Tacky comes with the package,” he joked.
She missed this. This familiar connection she felt with Jake. The mind-numbing emotional bank she had saved for him.
They reached their vehicle, which was a Mercedes G64 Armored Limousine.
“Where are we going?” Ashley inquired.
“The very best for you, my Queen. We have a lunch reservation at Benihana.”
“Oh, how did you manage that at such short notice? Wait, don’t tell me. Some laws may have been broken or bent for Mr. Billionaire?”
“Well, let’s just say that a Congressman may or may not have been kicked from the reservation list.”
“Oh my God, Jake! We should not piss off politicians.”
“Senator O’Reilly could not have been happier. He just received a quarter-million dollars in his next term’s campaign fund.”
“You know Jake; sometimes money DOES buy happiness.”
They laughed again. Their eyes met, and Ashley realized how disarmed she was around Jake. One of the reasons she decided to marry him.
Jake asked the chauffeur to close the partition and shut off the microphone.
He leaned closer to her and brushed his fingers against her cheek, and fondled her earlobe. He touched her shoulder and ran his hand down her arm to her thighs. Ashley was aroused almost instantly by his touch. It felt like years, no, decades, since she had any sexual activity. Her body felt freshly thawed from ice. Jake caressed her thighs and slid a hand between them. Ashley pressed her thighs together, warming his hand with the fire in her crotch.
Jake turned her around and kissed her neck and her collar bone. His hand went over to the elastic waistband of her trousers and slid in. Her panties were so flimsy that they offered no resistance.
Jake rubbed two fingers against her clit, which was already wet. Ashley moaned and looked at the partition which separated the chauffeur from them.
“What if he sees us,” she mouthed.
“You know, the Romans used to make love in front of their slaves.”
“Hail, Caesar!” Ashley called out.
“Shh. Bob knows when he needs to be invisible. But let us not make his job difficult,” he whispered.
Jake tried to dig deeper, and Ashley parted her legs, letting his fingers explore her. Oh, it was magical. She felt like a virgin, waiting to be deflowered.
“Oh, Jake. Don’t.”
Jake took another hand behind her back and unlaced her halter top. It fell open, exposing her breasts. He grabbed a side and pressed affectionately. The foreplay was overwhelming for Ashley. She climbed to arousal so fast that she realized she was groaning loudly. She wanted to stay forever in that high, that feeling of weightlessness and freedom.
And then the memories returned. Jake, with bloodshot eyes, fumbling over her, raping her night after night. The whips and slaps and cigarette burns. But that person was not this Jake. Yes, it was. And Tessa, Jake’s sister. She was going to be abducted and killed the same day! She was running out of time!
Ashley broke free, removing his hand from between her legs and turning around.
“Jake, do you know where Tessa is?”
“Not the right time to talk about my sister, Ash,” he said and pulled her close again, kissing her on the lips and grappling her breasts. Ashley knew Jake. He wasn’t going to give up until-
She shook free of him again and unzipped his denim jeans.
“Now that’s a surprise,” Jake declared.
“An early engagement gift,” she said with a grin while pulling his erect cock out. She wet her right hand with spit and started jerking him off. Jake let go of her, closed his eyes, and leaned back. After years of experience with him, Ashley knew which buttons to push, to control him.
And then she sped things up.
“Hey, slow down there, cowgirl,” Jake pleaded, breathless.
But Ashley’s hand went up and down like a plunger, making him climb the orgasm hill faster. And then it happened. Jake exploded. His load splattered into the back of the front seat. He let out a long moan and shivered, with his hips tensed.
“Mother of freaking God!” he exclaimed. “Full marks, Ash!”