We hoped into the back of my car, and I told my driver, "Take us home, Jack."

"Right away sir," he replied.

I sat next to you, dressed in a dark blue dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up showing off strong forearms. I had on a black tie, and a black vest, the shirt itself tucked into black slacks, which ran down to nicely shined dress shoes. It was getting warmer and I chose not to wear my sports coat this evening, the vest and tie itself was formal enough. I had just gotten a haircut, so my brown hair was buzzed to three inches, and my face was clean shaven.

I glance at you with hungry hazel eyes, and place a hand on your thigh, "I'm so glad you decided to come home with me tonight, I promise you a night you'll never forget." I gently run my hand up and down your leg the duration of the ride. I keep things civil with you in the backseat though, wouldn't want Jack to feel too uncomfortable.

He pulls up in front of a house that no normal person could afford. The door is opened by the driver, I step out, standing tall at 6'3, and hold a hand out to help you step out of the car as well.

"Goodnight Jack, see you tomorrow," I say politely before handing him a crisp $100 bill as a tip. I had been throwing money around all night, I was a man who liked to spread the wealth. Now... I was about to spread your legs the way I did money.

I walk us up to the front door, "All of the house staff leaves the main residence by 9pm, so we'll be alone," I reassure you as I let us in, "You just tell me which room you'd like to get this party started in. The billiard room? The ball room, the bedroom is the 3rd door on the left upstairs, please, explore and I'll follow you ma'am"