D.I.A.N.N.E. Ch. 04

"The new place will have a better shower," I assured her, blinking away the water in my face.

Debbie pressed in close to me. The feel of her soft, warm body against mine was pure heaven. "Does that mean I'm invited over again?" She purred. She had to be able to feel my erection pushing against her belly.

"Only if I need help in the shower, of course," I replied teasingly. I went to run my hands down her back but stopped when my legs wobbled again. Cursing my weakness, I braced myself by placing my hands on the walls. The shower stall was so small I didn't even need to extend my arms fully.

Debbie noticed, of course. "Alright," she said in a more businesslike tone. "As much fun as I am having, we need to get you back to bed, I think." She reached for the soap and began to lather me up, starting with my shoulders and chest, then under my arms. She kept in close with one arm wrapped behind me for support, and soon she was as soapy as me, as well as wet and naked. I groaned as her hand slipped down to my lower belly, sending tingles of electricity into my groin. She stopped, concern on her face until I assured her it wasn't a groan of pain. Smiling, she continued.

"Is it uncomfortable?" She asked, meaning my straining cock.

I nodded. "Like you wouldn't believe." I looked down at it and got a shock; it was most definitely larger than it had been yesterday. I wasn't sure by how much, but it was. I almost climbed right out of my own skin when Debbie's hand encircled the rigid shaft and began to stroke with a soapy, slippery grip. The urge to cum quickly became imminent, and after only a dozen or so strokes, I was exploding all over the glass screen, crying out from the intensity of the release.

I shuddered pleasurably as she squeezed the last drop from me, and I wondered how I hadn't collapsed from the force of my orgasm. Debbie's eyes seemed glued to her hand as it continued to lightly travel the length of my still-hard member. "Feel better?" She asked softly as she looked up at me. I found myself wanting to kiss her again.

"Much," I replied lazily as orgasm-induced dopamine and flooded my system.

"That's good," she said in almost a whisper. "You're still hard," she commented as her hand continued to slide up and down. "Do you want more?"

"Yes," the word was past my lips before even the thought could form, and Debbie was once again pulling on my shaft insistently.

"I liked making you cum," she said breathily. I watched her hand avidly as it caressed me, my eyes often flicking to the wet tits pressed against my side. Her smooth leg had gradually slipped over mine until her mound was pressed against my thigh. Her hips moved slightly, but rhythmically. I was so turned on I was nearly out of my mind.

All too soon, I was at the precipice once again. A strangled cry escaped my throat as I launched more ropes at the screen, but this time Debbie's fingers played around the crown of my flexing cock, letting my cum spurt into and over her fingers. I'd never seen such an erotic sight. "So much!" I heard her comment as she watched it flow from me. This time, my legs did fail me, and so did my arms. I slid to the floor, even as Debbie was coaxing the last of the cum from my aching balls.

I didn't lose consciousness completely. I was able to at least assist her in picking me up and rinsing me off before guiding me from the shower, though I wasn't capable of much more. She leaned me against the vanity as she towelled me off, and then herself. Even through my exhaustion, I watched her nudity with boyish delight as she moved around. She was so hot. She took me to bed, then, and lay me down before tucking me in and slipping in next to me. I drifted off to sleep feeling happy that she was there. Maybe I really could trust her.

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--Monday: 24^th May, 1999--

I stood on the balcony, not knowing what else to do as the movers did their job. I'd awoken this morning alone, but Debbie had left a note saying she'd had to leave but wanted to see me again soon. No sooner had I read the note than a knock had sounded on the front door; the removal service had arrived, and I'd done nothing to prepare. Happily, they had not been bothered by this fact and had quickly and efficiently begun to box up my belongings before taking them down to the truck.

Happily, my body felt good today. The soreness in my muscles had relinquished almost completely and I felt alert and awake. I couldn't wait to get back into Dianne and train more. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Bringing it out, I opened it to see a text message.

Jake, your new address is Apartment 104, 13 Grove Lane. D.I.A.N.N.E..

So, Dianne also had access to my phone, or some sort of messaging service built into her system. Unsure how I felt about that, I looked up to see Mr. Mendez approaching me down the walkway. Shit. I didn't even think to cancel my lease! Wishing I wasn't so dumb, I prepared myself for the inevitable request for a month's rent in lieu of notice, which I didn't have, even with Dianne's five-hundred-dollar allowance.

"Mr. Mendez!" I called in my best friendly voice. "How are you?"

"London," he said with a curt nod as he stopped before me. He was a short, stout man with a big belly and greasy black hair to his shoulders. A thicket of chest hair peeked out from the neckline of his straining polo shirt. "I see you are moving out."

"I, uh," I struggled for something to say. "I inherited a place from my family. It all happened quickly, and I haven't had a chance to catch up with you. I'm good for the remaining rent, I promise." I wasn't really good for it, but if I had an extra week, I could probably come up with it.

"I know you are," Mendez said with a smile. I don't think I'd ever seen him smile before. "Your final payment came through this morning." He handed me a folded slip of paper. "Here is your receipt."

Having no idea what he was talking about, I took the paper. "Uh, thanks."

"No problem," he replied jovially as I inspected the slip of paper. Sure enough, it was a receipt for a month's rent, paid yesterday in full. Mr. Mendez's mood suddenly made sense; he could rent out my apartment right away and get double money on it for the first month. "All the best for the future, Jake," he said as he turned and started back down the walkway, whistling a merry tune. Shaking my head in bemusement, I fished my phone out and fired a text back to Dianne, wondering if she would even receive it.

That was you, wasn't it? Paying Mendez my final rent?

A few seconds later, the reply came. It was necessary to facilitate your relocation. A car will be arriving soon to transport you to your new residence.

They were sending a car for me? This was starting to feel surreal. Where the hell was Grove Lane, anyway? I'd never heard of it. I dashed inside and packed Dianne up into a box as carefully as possible. The movers could take everything else, but Dianne was coming with me. After doing a final check of every room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, I headed downstairs, Dianne's box held in front of me. I remembered her being heavier when I'd first picked her up a few days ago, but now I hardly noticed the extra weight. When I reached the carpark, a sleek black Mercedes pulled in from the street, the windows so dark I couldn't get a good look at the driver beyond the vaguest of silhouettes. Sunlight glinted off the wax finish and the gleaming silver rims as the car came to a gentle stop a few feet away from me and the driver's door opened. My mouth fell open as a woman rounded the bonnet and approached me with a smile. She was a little shorter than me and dressed in the sort of grey suit you might expect a chauffeur to wear, including a driver's cap above dark aviator glasses. Her dark hair was pulled up into a tight bun at the back of her head. What made this woman different from any chauffer I'd ever seen, however, was the expanse of olive-skinned cleavage on display, as if she had no shirt on under her suit jacket. Her pants were marvellously tight, too, hugging her generous hips and thighs closely.

If there was such a thing as a sexy limo driver, this woman was it. With her eyes hidden behind the glasses, I couldn't get a good read on her age, but I thought she might be in her late twenties, a few years older than me. "Mr. London," she said in a polished accent as she offered a white-gloved hand. Tearing my eyes away from her chest, I shifted the box so it was under the other arm and shook her hand. "Gloria. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh, likewise," I returned awkwardly.

"Are you ready to leave, sir?" She asked politely, clasping her hands behind the small of her back as if prepared to wait. Unfortunately, this pushed her impressive chest out further, and I felt the front of my jeans tightening. I wondered what cup size she was, but it was pointless as I had no idea about such things. Debbie's tits were the only ones I'd ever seen -- if you discounted those in virtual reality -- and Gloria's were definitely larger, perhaps even as big as Tifa's. Glancing at her face, I noticed her full lips were curved ever so slightly. Was that her normal expression? Or was she teasing me on purpose?

I looked back up in the direction of my apartment. Mr. Mendez was leaning on the railing of the walkway directly below my door, looking directly at us, and on my floor, the movers had stopped their work to check out Gloria. "Nothing keeping me here," I muttered, then my face split into a broad smile as I thought about what the new place might be like. It didn't really matter; it had to be better than here. My eyes locked onto the ample, round globes of Gloria's butt as she passed me, her short heels clicking on the concrete. She opened the boot and then came to take the box from me, politely deflecting my offer of doing it myself. She seemed to have even less trouble carrying Dianne than I did as she carefully placed the box in the boot and pulled it closed.

I watched as Gloria then pulled open the rear passenger door and stood to one side, waiting patiently for me to get in. "Jake is fine," I suggested as I folded myself into the car. Gloria said something in response, but I didn't hear her as I stared around at the plush, beige leather interior of the Mercedes. There was a small TV screen in the back of the headrest in front of me, currently not switched on. Between my seat and the one next to me, a small console held two cans of chilled pale ale and a tall glass. "Jesus," I said softly to myself. "I feel like a bloody celebrity."

Gloria's door opened and she got in. "Please help yourself to a beverage, Mr. London," she said as she checked her mirrors and buckled her seatbelt. "If you prefer something other than the beer, I can make a stop."

So, no 'Jake,' then. "No, the beer is fine, thank you," I replied. "I didn't expect it. It's a nice surprise." I wanted to crack a can, but I refrained, not wanting to chance spilling any in this exquisite car. Gloria seemed to read my mind.

"Don't worry about the car, Mr. London," she assured me. "Any spills can be cleaned. Enjoy yourself. The trip should take about thirty minutes without any stops." Guilt alleviated, I smiled and opened a can. I even allowed myself the novelty of pouring it into a glass, something I'd never done before. Look at me, riding in the back of a limo and drinking beer at eleven in the morning on a weekday. The guys will never believe this in a million years.

Gloria offered to switch on the TV, but I declined, not feeling like it. I stared out the window instead, watching the town fly by as we drove. Mile by mile, I noticed the buildings becoming fancier, better maintained and often larger. We began to ascend, and I realised that Gloria was taking me up to The Heights, a swanky part of town with the most expensive houses up the top. Those at the bottom were nothing to be sneezed at, either. I'd been for a drive up here once, to check out the view, but at the top was a gated complex, a private neighbourhood that only residents or their visitors could access.

I decided to try my luck at getting some information out of Gloria. "So, how long have you been doing this job?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as I could.

"Oh, a couple of years now," she replied.

"How do you find it?" I took a sip and studied the amber fluid in my glass, pretending I was more interested in it than in her answer. I was probably failing miserably, but I had to try.

"It is enjoyable," she said, smiling at me in the rear-view mirror. "The hours are reasonable enough, and the pay is adequate."

"Well, that's good," I said enthusiastically. "I wouldn't have said that about my last job!"

Gloria chuckled. "I've been there before! I was... fortunate in finding this role, I must admit."

There was my opening. "How did it happen?" She opened her mouth, and for a moment, I thought she was going to answer, but she hesitated, then changed what she'd been going to say.

"I am sorry, Mr. London, but there are some things I am not permitted to discuss with you." She almost sounded as if she really was sorry. I wasn't convinced, and I was starting to feel uneasy about this mysterious company that had such advanced technology and could send out hot limo drivers in brand new luxury cars. Not to mention being able to pay off my landlord on my behalf before moving me to some new apartment where I could live rent free!

For a frantic moment, I considered jumping out of the car, even while it was moving, but when I thought of giving up Dianne, and the worlds she could create, the lives I could live, I gave up the idea of escaping. Still, I made a mental note to find out as much about this 'Company' as I could without letting on what I was doing.

When Gloria pulled into the driveway of a nice-looking apartment building about ten stories high, my eyes widened. This couldn't be where I was going to live, could it? Neatly trimmed hedges lined the beige paving stones of the driveway, and a small water fountain bubbled merrily opposite the wide glass doors that led to the lobby. A big sign lit up in blue above the doors read: 'The Executives.'

The car came to a quiet stop under the sign, right in front of the lobby doors. It wasn't quite the Marriott, but it was more than I'd ever hoped for in my life! My door came open and Gloria was standing there, smiling. "Welcome to your new home, Mr. London." She took off her glasses and hooked them into the neckline of her jacket, giving me a look at her eyes for the first time. Large, deep and brown, they were as pretty as the rest of her. She had some eyeshadow and mascara on, but it wasn't overdone the way some women did it.

Hurriedly putting my beer glass back in the console, I exited the car. "Thanks, Gloria."

She closed the door behind me and retrieved Dianne from the boot, then started for the lobby doors, which slid open as she approached. "If you please, Jake, I will show you to your apartment."

"I'm sure I can find my own way, you know," I protested as we went inside, but Gloria shook her head without looking back. Even with the weight of Dianne in her arms, her step was sure and confident, and my eyes locked onto her lush butt again for a second or two. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that! How strong is she, anyway, that she can carry Dianne without even seeming to try?

As for the lobby, it was nice enough, though I barely noticed it with Gloria walking ahead of me. High-ceilinged, with a few lounges arranged on the left side and the front desk on the right. Three lift doors stood at the other end, opposite the entrance. I was no expert on architecture or design, but the building looked modern and comfortable.

"Company orders again?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She merely nodded as we reached the lifts. The middle one slid open almost as soon as Gloria pushed the button, extending one of her gloved fingers away from the box she carried to press the triangular shape on the steel panel in the wall. "Want me to take that?" I asked, half-reaching for Dianne, but again, she shook her head.

"I am fine, Mr. London, but thank you for offering," she said politely as we entered the lift. As I was wondering which floor I would be occupying, Gloria pushed the button for the second floor. I had the gall to feel a little disappointed. That'd be right! I said to myself sardonically. You get given a new apartment, rent free plus a weekly allowance for doing next to nothing, and you complain when it isn't on the top floor! The voice was right; I was being silly.

After a few seconds the lift door opened again onto a white-walled hallway with dark grey carpet. Several doors painted almost as dark as the carpet lined the hall, embossed with the brass numbers of the unit they fronted. As if she'd been here a hundred times, Gloria started off to the right as soon as we were out of the lift, stopping at the door at the far end. The numbers on the door read 'one-zero-four.'

"And here we are!" Gloria announced as she bent to place Dianne carefully on the floor. When she straightened, she had a key in her hand. "Would you like to do the honours?" She asked, offering it to me.

"Uh, sure," I said, taking the key and fitting it to the lock. The key turned easily, and I pushed the door open. "Wow," I breathed as I walked into a short, white-tiled hallway that led to a surprisingly large, open-plan interior. The kitchen was through the first archway on left, all dark marble benchtops and sleek, modern appliances in silver. The kitchen connected to the living room, which was almost as big as my entire old apartment! A huge, modular couch in black leather sat against two walls, facing the space where a large TV perched on a wide, low cabinet. "Holy shit!" I blurted. "Is that a plasma screen?"

"I believe it is, Mr. London," Gloria said as she entered the living room from the hallway side and gently placed Dianne on the floor. I hardly even noticed her cleavage as she bent down in front of me.

"How big is this?" I asked as I rushed over and began thoroughly inspecting it. It was a Sony brand, and looked very expensive.

"I'm not sure," Gloria replied. "But I can find out, if you wish."

"Nah," I said absently, still too excited about the TV to really hear her. "Don't worry." I turned to look at her and noticed a small curve to her full lips.

"Would you like to see the rest of the apartment?" She suggested. "There is more to see than the TV, Mr. London."

Feeling a bit embarrassed about my boyish enthusiasm, I agreed and let her show me through the rest of the place. The single bedroom was on the opposite side of the apartment, connected to the living room by a lockable door. I was ecstatic to see the huge queen bed in there, plus it even had its own balcony! Even better, there was an ensuite bathroom all in dark tile, with a shower big enough for four people and a separate bathtub!

The rest of the tour was more or less standard. Gloria showed me a small room back off the hallway where a washer and dryer occupied a small closet, and she showed me another similar space for storage. "When does my stuff arrive?" I asked her at one point as she was showing me the features of the kitchen.

"As I understand it," she began, turning to face me. The kitchen was plenty large enough for two people, but I hadn't realised how close I was standing, and her jacket brushed my shirt. She made no effort to move away, however. Feeling uncomfortable, I stepped back. I didn't want her to think I was being a creep. "Most of it will not." Before I could ask what that meant, she continued. "Your furniture, clothes and appliances will be disposed of, as you have been provided with the contents of this apartment to use as your own."