I could not believe it. The woman behind the front desk told me again, "We are sorry sir, but we have no reservation for you and the hotel is completely booked for the whole week because of the meetings and retreat for a major financial institution."
"I know!" I said. "I am supposed to attend those meetings and participate in the retreat! Please, help me out here."
I felt like a fool. I was holding up a long line at the front desk and I knew that I had forgotten to make the reservation. I was picturing me spending a week in a cheap motel down the road somewhere while all of my co-workers were enjoying a luxury resort. I would also miss out on the networking with the upper tier executives of the company who were so important to my career.
I had been through the same drill with the woman behind the desk several times and I was really starting to believe that she had no room for me.
Then, I heard a familiar voice behind me say, "If this young man doesn't mind sharing a suite, put him in one of my extra rooms in the penthouse."
I turned and saw Jackson Jennings, the famous hedge fund manager who was going to be the keynote speaker at the company meeting. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself and said, "I have enough room in my suite for an army and I wouldn't mind a little company in between golf and a little work if you don't mind sharing a room."
I was stunned. Jennings was a financial superstar. He had made billions by his mid-40s. He was the darling of the financial television networks because he was tall, handsome, smart and charming in a down home pleasant sort of way. He was raised in Austin, Texas, but was educated at MIT and Harvard. He was probably asked to be the keynote speaker as a way to get a chance to talk to him about our bank providing some kind of services to his hedge fund.
I stumbled and stammered and managed to finally say, "My name is Joe Miller. I appreciate your offer, Mr. Jennings. I desperately need a place to stay. Are you sure it is not too much of an inconvenience for you?"
Jennings said, "First, call me Jackson. Second, I have stayed in this place before and this suite is so ridiculously big, we may not see each other for days."
So, Jennings slapped me on the back and said, "Come on, Joe. I will show you your new home for the week."
Jennings turned to a gorgeous blond girl who could have been a model and said, "Misty, will you make sure Joe's bags get up to the suite? Thanks a lot."
Misty smiled and said, "Sure, Jackson."
On the elevator ride to the penthouse, Jackson said, "You probably think that Misty is employed by me because she is drop dead gorgeous and can suck a cock better than any porn star."
I didn't know what to say other than she was very pretty.
Jackson laughed and said, "Misty is gorgeous and she used to suck my cock before she got married, but the truth is that she is a genius and is better at her job than anyone else I could possibly find. She also has a good attitude and will put up with me. She runs my life."
I was then 28 years old. I had been married for three years to a great looking girl and I was a junior executive at the huge international bank having the retreat at the resort. I was trying to become an investment banker. This was a dream come true to meet Jackson Jennings.
We were at a luxury Florida resort and top executives from around the word had gathered to meet and play for a week at company expense. I was a former college football player and I sometimes wondered if I was invited to these retreats because I was a scratch golfer.
I am about 6 feet tall and was a very fit 175 pounds. I had lost about twenty pounds since college when I was a wide receiver and running back. I have short blonde hair.
Jackson showed me around the penthouse. It was huge. It had a huge living room, a full kitchen, several bedrooms and baths in addition to the master bedroom and bath which were beautiful and gigantic. He gave me one of the extra rooms and told me to make myself at home.
Jackson opened a bottle of red wine and poured me a glass. I had never tasted anything like it. Jackson laughed when I asked him about it and said that he did not concern himself with stuff like what wine to buy. He left that to Misty.
Jackson said he was going to clean up and would see me in a few minutes. I heard the shower running while I drank a second glass of the superb wine. I truly could not believe how good it tasted.
Misty came into the suite a few minutes later. She asked me if everything was okay for me and I told her that everything was great. She then asked, "Does Jackson still have his clothes on?"
I gave her a perplexed look and said, "He did the last time I saw him, but he is taking a shower now. Why did you ask?"
Misty smiled and said, "I just wanted to warn you that Jackson spends a lot of time when he is not working in the nude. He doesn't care who sees him. It throws some people off."
I told her, "If I can stay in this suite and drink this wine, I don't care what Jackson wants to wear around his suite. He doesn't go nude in front of you does he?"
"Oh, yeah. All of the time. But, I have seen it all before and I have an understanding husband. The huge paycheck Jackson gives me helps my husband be understanding."
Misty asked me about my job and my wife and I asked about her husband and her interesting job. I really liked her and I could quickly see that she was very bright and very charming. Misty said that since Jackson had taken me in, I needed to understand that everything that goes on around the suite this week is confidential and cannot be revealed to anyone including my bosses and my wife.
Misty said that one of her main jobs was to avoid securities law violations. She laughed and said that she also had to protect Jackson from the gossip magazines to the extent that was possible. Jackson was constantly seen with super models and beautiful young actresses. The gossip magazines could not resist a handsome billionaire with a super model.
Misty laughed and said she felt like a pimp keeping track of all of Jackson's women. I told her that from what I had seen in the papers she was doing a good job.
About that time, Jackson came back into the living room. He was naked and was drying his hair with a big white towel. Jackson looked great. He was muscular and tan. He obviously worked out a lot. He also had a partial erection and the biggest cock I had ever seen hanging down between his legs.
I had seen a lot of naked guys in locker rooms over the years and I had never paid much attention to their bodies. For some reason, I became instantly aroused by Jackson's body, especially his big cock. It was huge and thick and it looked great swinging between his legs as he slowly walked in drying his hair. I was literally weak in the knees. I felt like I might fall down. I also was somewhat embarrassed that I instantly had an erection. This had never happened to me from looking at a man.
Of course, lovely Misty was seeing the same thing I was. I found it exciting that Jackson was showing his big dick to this beautiful girl.
However, this was apparently old hat to Misty. She said to Jackson, "You are walking around with an erection in front of your guest! Can you cover that thing up, please?"
Jackson laughed and said, "Oh, Misty. You have been doing that to guys for years. Maybe you could help me out with this erection."
Misty rolled her eyes and said, "You didn't even know I was here. And, you know I don't want to help you with your erection problem."
Jackson laughed. "Too bad you had to get married!"
Misty said, "I have good news for your erection problem. Alberta is flying in to see you on her way to New York. I am just guessing that she knows what to do about an erection."
