I watched as the printer spit out the pages of the third draft of my memoir screen play that Sara encouraged me to write. I was thinking that I needed to join the Writers Guild, with all the writing I was doing. The third draft included changes suggested by Bret and a writer friend. Sara read the script and made a few suggestions which were also included. I put a part of the stack in a three-hole punch and activated the lever to punch holes so I could put them in a binder. I finally got all the pages punched and in the binder. The book I was working was one of four three were on my desk.
I got up and walked next door and Sara's office was not locked I walked in and was confronted with twelve head shots of some of the richest women in LA. It was a few weeks since I entered Sara's sanctum, so the pictures on the wall were a surprise. I dropped the binder on her desk and exited locking the door.
I was back in my office when there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Rogers, William and Ms. Solsbery are on the way back from the airport and should be here in a half hour," said Mrs. Kelly.
I asked Mrs. Kelly to come in, "Did the Countess give you any other instructions, Paula?"
Mrs. Kelly gave us permission to use her first name after a few weeks working for us. Sara and I use Mrs. Kelly in formal situations but used her first name between us.
"She asked me to ask you to be ready to go out when they arrive."
"Looks like you have the evening off Paula." My phone played "God Save the Queen" and the screen flashed Her Royal Highness, indicating that Sara was calling. She has decided to put up with my attempts at a joke when she finally discovered what her ring tone was on my phone.
I hit the answer and speaker buttons "Paula and I are here, darling how was your trip?"
Mrs. Kelly I will need a martini and you sir are in trouble," she said.
"What did I do you've been away for two weeks," I responded.
"Off Speaker Paul"
I picked up the phone "OK"
"You are in trouble sir because I have been away for two weeks and I don't think that you will be able to service me to the standards that I require," said Sara and then she started to laugh.
Mrs. Kelly walked out of the room. "Make one for me please Paula," I yelled after her.
"Darling I think that you are drinking too much again," said Sara.
"Countess I believe it takes one to know one; and I have abstained for the last four days."
"Darling I am amazed that you have an answer for all my arguments, you must be an attorney. Look we just pulled on to Red Rock so I will see you soon."
Before she left on the trip Sara said that she was on "mission" for her firm and could not tell me where she was going only that she would be gone for two weeks. We both were getting used to married life, but the secret trip was becoming worrisome. I was going to bring it up to her this evening. All she said when she left was that it was for my protection.
I walked down to the first floor just as Sara walked in. We embraced and kissed and then kissed again. Mrs. Kelly was standing next to us holding a tray with two glasses. We both picked one up and Mrs. Kelly went back to the kitchen.
"Darling no Foreplay just your cock in my cunt, when we get home," whispered Sara.
"I kissed her again, "The Countess gets what the Countess wants."
I hugged her waist and moved my enlarged cock against her mound through our clothing.
We walked into the kitchen and consumed our cocktails. There still was a wall separating us from the main wing of the house. The hearing for our exterior changes was in two days and I was worried that I would have to carry the presentation if Sara had not returned.
"Paul there is this place I want to try tonight I hope you don't mind?"
"No Sara I don't mind; I think that Paula is happy that she has the evening off."
As if on cue Mrs. Kelly approached us with a folder in her hand. "Sir, madam, I would like to take this course. It is three nights a week for four weeks with two Saturday field trips. I think that I can be a better butler for you."
Sara looked over the material it was a wine tasting and serving course. "How's your bank account Paul? I can go half on the cost?"
"Yes, I think that we can cover the cost, but Paula you need to sign a contract that says you will remain with us for a year."
"I wasn't looking for you all to pick up the cost but I will accept your terms," said Mrs. Kelly.
"Put the folder on the counter and I will register you. Our own sommelier, we will be the envy of the neighborhood," said Sara.
Sara put her arm around me and started to move me to the car. "Lock up when you leave Mrs. Kelly," I said on the way out.
William was waiting by the car holding the rear passenger door when we approached. After were in and settled, the car started to move. He headed out to the hills and after a short drive, he pulled up to a massive building "The Oaks of LA." The doors opened and we were assisted out of the car. There were several groups waiting when we approached the registration desk. After we gave them our names, we were taken to the main dining room and seated at a table. The waiter asked if we would like cocktails. Sara ordered her usual and I ordered a single malt scotch, with two cubes of ice.
"What the master of the martini drinking scotch, the world will come to an end," said Sara.
"I thought a change would be good," I replied.
"Darling I can see it in your eyes, you want to know where I've been and what I was doing, but I can't tell you," said Sara.
"Well that ends that conversation, but what are twelve headshots of the richest women in LA doing on the wall, in your office.
"Darling I am sorry that you saw that, those photos are connected with my trip. That is all I can say about it.
"William knows what you are doing but your husband can't. Sara, I don't like it."
"I will tell you what I can when we get home, will that satisfy you?"
