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The Rendezvous, Part 2

Jaxon

** WARNING: While this story is a mature rated story, I will kindly alert you to some more adult scenes in this chapter. While it's not decribed in graphic detail, it is still mentioned or described. If you are sensitive, feel free to pass this chapter. Thank you for reading. **

Jaxon woke up the next morning to a phone conversation. Rubbing his eyes, he slipped out of bed. Casually heading to the door, he reached to open the door until he heard his name being mentioned. Pausing, he barely cracked the door enough to see her and hear her better.

“Yes, I’ve acquired the boy, Jaxon,” said Kat. “Certainly. I can’t tell if he has changed or not. On the other hand, he is quite willing to oblige and follow the leader. Seeing him before, he’s got a commanding personality, I don’t know why he’s became gullible”

Jaxon put his back to the wall next to the door opening and listened intently. He hadn’t realized he was becoming gullible. He’d never entertained a serious relationship and everything they had done to date he was flying by the seat of his pants. It was all new to him.

“I will keep working on him. Eventually, I will work it out of him, whether he’s changed or not. If, he has…” Her conversation stopped abruptly with a very high pitched tone nearly audible through the phone causing him to slip fingers into his ears because of it’s sharpness.

“Yes, I will keep a close eye on him. Making sure it doesn’t happen.”

The call ended and she slammed the phone down. He could almost sense that she was sending death glares at the doorway. He quietly rushed back to bed and slipped under the covers, even going so far as to muss up his hair. Everything was done with a gentle, quiet ease to not give himself away eavesdropping on the conversation.

Steps grew closer to the door and he could feel the wind from the draft. He couldn’t hear anything for what seemed like several minutes. Then, the bed started shifting here and there and a warmth could be felt between the covers. A body pressing against his. He worked on controlling his breathing and thinking to himself if he could fake snore. He didn’t even know if he snored any ways. Instead, he took a deep ragged sleeping breath and shifted slightly attempting to cuddle the warm body atop him.

“Oh come now you goof,” she said, yanking the covers off of his face and torso. “You’d sleep all day if I never woke you. Up and get dressed proper for our event outing. Room service will be bringing our meal soon. I want you to eat now. There won’t be much time to fool with before the art show. I’m sure the teasers at the show won’t be something you would enjoy. Not for the time being. Get on with it.”

She finger-booped his nose and slithered off the bed as quickly as she did getting on it. Jaxon watched her retreat to the social quarters. He noticed she was already dressed in a navy blue sleeveless pant suit. Her toned arms flexed as she swung her arms.

Jaxon got up out of bed to shower and get dressed for the day. He found the suit that was labeled art show. He remembered several of the suits and outfits that we tried on in various colors and sizes. He was still astonished that Kat would want him to be seen out in public with a few of them. However, she bought it and he wasn’t going to chew off the hand to whoever feeds him. Maybe that’s what she meant as gullible, that he knew about being respectful. It was possibly a cross culture misunderstanding what respectfulness actually means. He didn’t feel the need to go out and stand his ground. Some things weren’t worth the effort to argue.

Showered, shaven, and hair combed back, he looked at himself in the mirror half shaking his head at the outfit. It was a tight fitting button up silk shirt that the top buttons were removed showing off much of his pectoral region. The pants which flared out at the bottom were not so loose around the groin and buttocks region. Another unimpressive request was no undergarments.

With all the strange and outlandish requests, he obligingly followed them. However, one thing he was not going to let slide was the charm that Nessa had given him. It took him several minutes to find a place that he could put it inconspicuously. He second guessed his placement, but knew that would be the safest. Lastly, was the collar that she’d had him wear at the dinner date before. That was in the box that she stored it in.

Coming out of the bedroom, he could tell there wouldn’t be much room to budge. It was not meant for comfort, he determined. He looked about the room and didn’t see Kat at first, until the suite door closed and she let the bellhop bring in the room service cart.

He left it in the middle of the room and turned to Kat who placed a small stack of bills in his hand. She gave the cart a look over before turning to look at Jaxon.

“Well, now, Jaxy,” she commented. “Aren’t you looking rather dapper? Very chic. Eat, but don’t stuff yourself. Any overindulgence and you'll bust out of your outfit.”

When she passed by him, she swatted at his derriere causing him to jump. He gave her a quick soured look while he grabbed a plate. He tried his best to not over do it, but the food look beyond tasty. He decided a couple of bites to sample everything was his best bet.

With their meal done and a call from the front desk that their ride was downstairs waiting, Kat shooed him out of the room as she pulled the cart into the hallway. Confirming that the door closed all the way, they headed to the elevators to depart into the lobby area. A dark skinned man in a suit and hat was standing near the entrance. When he saw them coming, he headed out to the limousine opening the door for them.

“Jaxy, get in,” she said to him first. Once he was in and seated, she followed suit. “Warehouse 12 on Stanton Street.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said the driver and maneuvered his way into traffic and headed in the direction of their destination. Jaxon watched out the window casually, heeding the advice that she’d given before. He took in the beauty of the fast paced city in a silent glee at getting the chance to experience it, even if not at his own pace.

While traffic was horrific, with his distracted fascination, the drive didn’t seem as unbearably long as it must’ve been for any one else. He recalled she’d mentioned a warehouse causing him to pause and think. They were going to an art show in a warehouse, dressed like this. This has to be the oddest art show he’d ever been too. He had only been to one while in high school for art class at the local campus. It was boring. He was hoping that this art show was a bit more exciting than that school trip.

Pulling up to a tall building with minimal windows and a line of fancy cars and limos, much like their own, he wondered just how many were interested in art like Kat seemed to be. The driver waited in line to let the couple out. A guard check station came into view and the guard and driver spoke. The driver then circled around letting them out within feet of the door. Kat got out first and awaited Jaxon to exit the vehicle. He watched as the driver pulled off towards a designated parking lot. Kat had to not only clear her throat but yank on his fingers to get his attention.

“Stop getting distracted or I’ll leash you,” she said strictly under her breath. “Stay by my side no matter what. Do not stray. You’re not a cat or a child.”

Jaxon gave a brief nod and kept on her heels as she walked them into the building. They had a couple of flights of stairs until they reached a landing where she displayed a card stock piece of paper. Jaxon caught the word invitation designed on it, but nothing more describing an invitation for what or who. Keeping true to her command, he followed her around like a lost pup. If she turned, so did he.

Kat signed a registry with both their names and then proceeded through a velvet curtain. This is where things Jaxon had never experienced, seen, or read would forever haunt him.

The satin curtain caressed his bare skin, but goosebumps crawled over him as he seen others walking along with someone else either partially dressed or completely naked. Some with leashes or without. He was starting to feel overdressed. Those who were following or lead, kept their eyes down. Jaxon wondered if he should do the same, but Kat hadn’t said anything other than to stay close.

A man with ginger hair passed by with a dark complexion female, tightly curled hair looked him up and down like he was a new buffet item set out for the getting. Kat had stopped for them to pass, tsking them onward. Jaxon nervously stepped forward, nearly running Kat over. He got his own corrective look and he mouthed ‘sorry’ to her.

Making their way around the showroom floor, there were different kinds of people set up on pedestals posed in the most devious ways. Keeping with the theme, most were barely clothed if at all. Kat was inspecting each as she passed by like any normal person would a painting on a wall. She was feasting on the views of each male or female like a tasty morsel.

Jaxon swallowed hard trying not to run into her or anyone else. This was not anything he was anticipating for an ‘art show’. Moving about the room, there were small groups gathered around an art piece and off to the side was an auctioneer who was taking bids. When the ‘art piece’ was bought, they were escorted elsewhere off the main floor, rightly followed by the buyer.

Eventually, he figured out that they were being escorted to an even more secured, closed off portion of the building and show floor. What lay beyond that private entry, he didn’t even want to imagine.

Kat meandered about window browsing and even conversing with some of the said purveyors and potential buyers. They spoke about the posed people like they were just any ordinary art pieces or plots of land. Jaxon remained silent. He was at a loss for words on this debauchery. He simply wanted to go home and forget everything he had ever seen.

When the event came to an end, Kat had exchanged information with a variety of people. There were numerous times that they spoke an unknown foreign language leaving Jaxon in the dark on what was being said.

Picking up a glass of champagne, she downed it and put it back on the dumbwaiter. With a snap of her fingers, they departed the building and got into the cab.

“Rubix,” she commanded the driver. He nodded acknowledging her request. She’d brought along a folder of sorts and sifted through it placing the information she’d been given or exchanged into the folder in random places. She then zipped it up and placed it on the seat across from them. Jaxon sat motionless watching her and trying to make sense of everything he’d just seen and why she’d expose him to such a crude scene. She didn’t have to remind him to remain quiet.

There was a small compartment in the back area of the limo and she accessed it pulling out a small bottle of champagne and a small chilled glass. He noticed a second glass available.

“Yes?” she asked him, offering him some of the vile liquid that she’d been drinking since their arrival. When he begrudgingly declined, she shrugged it off helping herself. She placed the bottle back in the compartment and closed it.

A bright neon multicolored squared light lit up the inner cab of the limo. Jaxon shielded his eyes and looked up seeing it was the sign for Rubix. The entrance of this business was very obscure to what it was. The driver pulled up and Kat got out. She motioned for Jaxon to follow, which he did.

They entered the building followed by a full body search. Kat giggled when they touched areas of her and she playfully batted at them. Jaxon stood still letting them feel him up. He shook his head and then followed her in.

This place seemed a bit more relaxed. It was a bar and lounge. She was escorted to a side area where they could see a staged area. There was no evidence of a band or any one performing this night. He hoped whatever had been performing, they missed.

Upon arriving at their seat, a male with an overly tanned complexion sat on a couch across from them. A young male sat by him with his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes barely looking up above any one’s knees. He never looked Jaxon or Kat directly in the eyes.

“Hello, Reuben,” she said as she took a seat.

The man gave a gutteral chuckle at Kat. “Well now, I see you found a new one.” His voice was deep and gravely. It was like hearing nails scraping on a board, leaving Jaxon feeling quite uncomfortable. He sat next to Kat and kept his hands to himself.

“You could say that,” she said. “He’s my escort for now. Hasn’t leveled up to a trophy.”

She turned looking at Jaxon with a deviant pride filled smirk. She patted his thigh and left her hand there like it was a natural motion.

“How is kitten?” she asked the other man.

“He’s a spit fire, but we’ve mellowed him down some. Thanks to you.”

“You just have to learn their weakness. Work from there.”

The remaining conversation deviated towards another obscure foreign language that allowed Jaxon to mentally depart from being any part of it. Instead, he focused on the boy across from him. Just guessing, Jaxon thought he wasn’t much younger than he. He wondered how he had gotten himself into such a predicament. Jaxon wanted to talk to the younger guy, but deemed it impossible as he kept himself closed off from the conversations.

Drinks were served to the pair talking. Jaxon declined again, not even mildly interested. The conversations seemed to go on forever. Jaxon had no way of telling time. A watch was not a part of his attire for the night. He’d have to see about being able to wear one that would suit her.

Jaxon took a deep breath as he started to feel tiredness come about. Or maybe it was boredom. Either way, he was growing restless and wished they would go somewhere, well, normal.

Finishing off the last round of drinks, Kat stood up and leaned over to kiss the other guy's cheek. She snapped her fingers and Jaxon followed suit, not even looking back. It was just best he didn’t encroach the subject of what was going on. Not at the moment.

Once in the limo, she gave a final destination to the hotel. Jaxon shifted in his seat realizing there was no way he could get comfortable in this get up. He would be glad to get back into his own clothes and out of this garbage.

Kat took out a journal type book and started writing. She set some distance between them on another seat. He was glad, in a way, that it gave him the mental and physical space he needed to get his mind off of what he experienced tonight. He never wanted to go to another art show, if his life depended on it.

When they got to the hotel, Jaxon was ready to get out. Kat remained seated in the limo scooting to where he’d been. She looked up at him, batting her eyes rapidly.

“Go back to our room. Here’s your key. Leave on the counter. I’ll be back some time later.”

Jaxon stood on the sidewalk watching her close the door and the limo sped off. He finally had some peace and quiet to himself to reflect on everything. He rushed to get back to their suite. Once he was inside their quarters, he quickly got out of his clothes and put on his shorts. He tossed the clothes onto the chaise couch and the bag they were in. He didn’t care if Kat got mad. She could order someone else to do it.

Washing his face with cold water, he was able to quell his frustration. He grabbed some water from the fridge and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night air was beyond refreshing from the stuffy confines of both places he was in.

He held onto the charm that Nessa gave him and wondered just what she would be scolding him about this time. For once, he would tell her she was right and he was wrong. Jaxon didn’t like admitting that he was wrong.