***SATURDAY SLUT STORIES - CONFIDENCE CLASS IN VEGAS - Part ..

***SATURDAY SLUT STORIES - CONFIDENCE CLASS IN VEGAS - Part 1*** “Over here, Mr. Riverston!” Joe Riley Riverston, a guy most people couldn’t pick out of a crowd if their life depended on it, heard that voice and was taken aback. He’d just arrived on an early-morning flight to Las Vegas, working on potent combination of minimum sleep and excess adrenaline. He’d planned to pick up his bags and call a cab to the convention center. Then, a tall limousine driver in a neatly-pressed suit called his name out. “Uh…are you talking to me?” Joe asked, not sure of how many Riverstons there were in Las Vegas. “Joseph Riley Riverston,” the man said in an overly formal tone, “current department head of product development at Silver Heights Software Corporation’s central campus in Denver, Colorado. Also recently promoted to VP of product launch and marking, if I recall.” “Okay, that level of detail is only somewhat disturbing,” he said sheepishly. “May I take your response as confirmation that you are, indeed, the Joseph Riley Riverston I just described?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s me. I just don’t remember requesting a limo or telling anyone about my recent promotion.” “That’s because your business associate and brother-in-law, Richard Oak, solicited my services. He also requested that I relay the following message…this is me helping you, Joe. Shut up and go with it.” Joe, still stressed out and sleep-deprived, shook his head and sighed. That sounded exactly like something Rich would say to him. Hiring a limo without telling him and giving the driver way too many details also sounded completely in character. His brother-in-law was good at a lot of things, especially as head of the marketing department of Silver Heights. Being subtle, though, was not one of them. The driver, who came off as so polite and professional, just smiled as he held up the sign with his name on it. Joe would’ve loved to castigate his brother-in-law for butting into his professional life again, but it was too early in the morning to get upset. He was also working against the clock. “All right, then,” Joe said. “I guess you’re my ride to the convention center.” “And intend to make it a pleasant one, sir,” the polite driver said as he took Joe’s heavy bags. “Mr. Oak was quite insistent that your trip be extra comfortable.” “I’m sure he was. By chance, did he also tell you how much I hate him butting into my life? Especially my job?” “That matter did not come up, sir. I’m simply providing the service he paid me to provide.” Joe rolled his eyes. The driver was too nice a guy to understand why he wouldn’t be as excited about a limo ride in Las Vegas as most. He also doubted that Rich told him that this trip was supposed to be someone else’s job. It happened so quickly and Joe was still struggling to process everything. Less than a week ago, Silver Heights’ former VP of product launch and marketing was scheduled to fly to Vegas and announce the launch of their latest product. Then, in a sudden shift that caught everyone off guard, she resigned. She didn’t even give a two-week notice. She didn’t give a reason, but according to rumors, one of Silver Heights’ competitors poached her from their ranks. Rich even told him that they paid her an extra fat bonus to quit in a way that would really throw them off. The amount of profanity that echoed from the executive suites left his ears ringing for days on end. Joe didn’t think he’d end up getting that job, but since he led the team that developed it, he basically got shoved into the role. That didn’t exactly inspire confidence throughout the company. It certainly didn’t help that Rich was his brother-in-law, having married his older sister several years ago. It didn’t just send a message of blind nepotism. It implied that he wasn’t qualified for the job. He understood that sentiment and didn’t necessarily disagree with it, at least in full. He still took the job, believing he could pull it off in the long run. He just didn’t expect the stakes to be so high so soon, having to fly to Las Vegas and launch a product that was critical to the company’s success. “You always loved jumping into a challenge, Rich,” Joe said under his breath, “and you just love having me jump with you. That may work for skiing, but what makes you think it’ll work here?” Joe kept asking himself that question as he followed the driver out the main doors of the airport and towards the limousine parked along the curb. It was one of many that had lined the road in the early morning hours of Las Vegas. He’d been to Vegas before. It was a 24/7 city where everything had to run at full capacity all the time. It was not exactly consistent with his meticulous, organized style. “I checked the traffic and the schedule for you, sir,” said the driver as he loaded Joe’s luggage into the trunk. “The early morning rush-hour has already set in and there’s significant activity downtown, due to the ongoing Desert Drive Festival. I estimate it’ll take approximately 50 to 55 minutes to reach the convention center.” “Too short for a quick nap,” Joe said, “but not nearly long enough for me to get mentally prepared. Figures.” “I was also informed of the limited timeframe with which you are working, Mr. Riverston,” said the driver, “which is why Rich also paid for some additional luxury that he hopes will prepare you.” “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what kind of luxury are we talking about here?” “I apologize, but it is not my place to say. Please enter the vehicle and you shall see for yourself.” That came off as somewhat ominous, but Joe was in too much of a hurry to make much of it. He assumed that whatever Rich planned for him would give him more reasons to bust his balls when he got back to Denver. Trying to focus on the task before him, Joe followed the driver to the passenger’s door of the limousine. Still professional in his demeanor and poise, he opened the door. Joe, not giving it much thought, entered in hopes of stretching his tense limbs. That was when he encountered his second major surprise of the morning. “Good morning, Mr. Riverston,” said a very feminine, distinctly seductive voice. “Your associate, Richard Oak, sends his regards and his appreciation.” “Whoa,” he said distantly. “Rich, you crazy son-of-a-bitch.” For a good several seconds – which might have been the most awkward several seconds of his life, thus far – Joe sat in the plush leather seat with his mouth hanging open. Sitting across from him, wearing the kind of attire that seemed out of place for the early morning hours, was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d come from one of Las Vegas’ fanciest strip clubs. She was like a monument to the city, having bleach blond hair, flawless skin complemented by fancy makeup, a perfectly curvy frame, and breasts that were about as natural as his watch. She also wore a tight-fitting red dress, the kind that looked like it cost a small mortgage payment and rode halfway up her thighs. Everything about her exuded beauty, elegance, and sex appeal. Now, she was his company during his ride to the convention center. “My name is Riley,” she greeted, sounding almost as formal as the driver. “I’ll be keeping you company between now and your arrival at the convention center.” “That’s…very kind of you, ma’am,” said Joe, trying his best not to sound foolish. “It’s not just kindness, I assure you. I’ve been tasked with preparing you for your speech at the launch ceremony, which – if Mr. Oak’s message is accurate – will commence in less than two hours.” “He’s right, for once,” he said with an awkward grin, “but just how are you going to prepare me?” “Settle in, get comfortable, and I’ll show you.” There was no ambiguity in her tone. It was so overtly sensual that Joe felt the air in the spacious limousine get warmer in an instant. Still in a state of shock, he turned towards back towards the driver, but he’d already shut the door and made his way to the driver’s seat. As soon as he entered and strapped himself in, he pushed a button to raise the window that separated the front seat from the back area. “I’ll give you and Ms. Riley some privacy, sir,” the driver said. “Much appreciated,” Riley replied. “We’ll be needing it.” Joe felt his heart jump and his face blush at those words. The implications, along with the way she said them, had so many connotations. At the very least, though, he wasn’t that tired anymore. As he sat in his seat, trying to process the situation, Riley got up for a moment and retrieved some drinks. She even leaned over in a way that gave him a perfect view of her ample cleavage, something Joe doubted was an accident. He continued staring, taking in her voluptuous curves as she poured a cocktail in the complementary drink dispenser. The view of her heart-shaped butt was enough to wake any straight man, regardless of the early morning hour. “I know you must be tense,” Riley said. “I certainly would if I were in your position.” “I can only partially believe that,” Joe said under his breath. “You fly in at the crack of dawn, tasked with doing a job that you didn’t think you’d have to do, and are still expected to do it well.” “Just out of curiosity, just how much did Rich tell you about my predicament?” “Enough for me to understand why you’re so tense and why you need specialized care.” She was so overt with her tone, as though she wasn’t even trying to hide it. For a moment, Joe cursed his brother-in-law again for doing something so outrageous. At the same time, though, he wanted to thank him with all his heart. ***To Be Continued...***