Securing the Final Investment 2 (Patreon)

Fun fact: I went back and changed the main character's last name from "Green" to "Greenberg" exclusively because of the T.V. show Friends and the fact that "Rachel Green" is the name of Jennifer Aniston's character. I hadn't actually seen the show when I first wrote my version of Rachel Green but now that I have, and after a friend pointed out the coincidence, I had to change it. Other than that I don't have much to say about this story, I think it's a fun, straightforward bit of sexiness and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Releasing the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding Rachel Greenberg stepped out of the Goldstein Investments building. She stared up at the gray skies to watch the snowflakes drift down around her, an ear to ear smile spread across her face. Against all logic and reason her meeting with a cabal of rich, investment savvy white men had gone without a hitch. She'd secured enough money to fund her project twice over. The prototype microchip processors she'd shown off were such a big hit she felt reasonably sure she could've asked for even more and they'd have gladly given it. But Rachel was hardly the greedy type. Especially not when her goal was so damn close. After a few more seconds of self congratulatory reveling she pulled her coat tighter around herself and walked towards the limousine waiting at the curb. Even if the trip to New York had been a total wash getting to ride in a limo at someone else's expense would've been fun all on it's own. Her frugality usually got in the way such flashy displays of wealth.

Her notably handsome Indian driver stepped out of the vehicle and traipsed through the gathering snow to open the door for her before she could do it herself, “I trust everything went well Mrs. Greenberg?” He asked in a posh British accent.

“It did Ishaan, thank you for asking!” Rachel excitedly replied, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Think nothing of it. I have the heat on inside the limousine.”

“Ohhh that's perfect!”

Sliding into the spacious backseat and removing her coat Rachel sighed appreciatively at the warmth filling the cabin. She wasted no time pulling her silky brown hair from it's bun to let it fall around her face. Without the proper removal methods she couldn't wipe the red lipstick from her full, plump lips or the faint eye shadow from underneath her glittering blue eyes. It was possible to wipe away some of the concealer left on her cute, upturned nose with a napkin from her purposefully small purse though. The rest of her soft, almost motherly features would have to remain as they were until she returned to her hotel room. There was absolutely nothing stopping her from kicking off her heels and removing her black suit jacket. She even unbuttoned her crisp white blouse for good measure. Although there was nothing to be done about her knee length pencil skirt short of removing it entirely. Languidly stretching out across the seat beneath her she stared up at the ceiling with a smile, completely aware of how her voluptuous body looked stretched out in such a manner. In more ways than one she was the ideal, mature woman despite only being in her forties. Most men were completely astonished to learn she had a sixteen year old daughter. Her already wide, womanly hips and pleasantly thick thighs were allowed to take the spotlight usually held by her understated but very deliberate cleavage. Her 'misspent' youth as a model certainly paid off more than it should have in her day to day life because no matter how she positioned her legs it was impossible not to show them off at least a little. Or more accurately it was impossible for her not to do so with Ishaan driving and the partition separating them down. 

“We'll be running into a bit of traffic,” He announced as he returned to the driver seat, “It shouldn't take more than a half hour to get back to your hotel room however.”

“Don't worry about it.” Rachel said, smiling at his reflection in the rear view mirror, I'm not in any hurry.”

“Very good.”

Snow crunched beneath the tires as Ishaan pulled away from the curb and set off down the street at a leisurely pace. From the back seat Rachel openly admired his attractive features, particularly his curly black hair and warm brown skin. His face was completely clean shaven and just strong enough to keep him from looking like he walked out of a high school. Though his large hazel eyes and boyish good looks certainly didn't help dissuade that notion. And if his well fitting suit was any indication he was certainly no stranger to some kind of physical fitness, most likely running or swimming by his tall but naturally slender build. It might have been worth examining why she found younger, darker skinned men so irresistible but she was far too happy to think critically about such things. Not when perfectly good thoughts about what his cock looked like and how big he was occupied her mind instead. Partly because of her stellar mood and partly because it was just her favorite way to celebrate a triumph in her life by the time they reached the intersection at the end of the block Rachel had made up her mind. She was going to have some fun with her young driver. Odds were pretty good she'd come to that decision either way but there was no pretending her newfound exuberance didn't play a big part.

Collecting a small bottle of cinnamon whiskey from the bar nearby she sat up, drained the container in one quaff, and asked, “How old are you Ishaan?”

“Twenty five ma'am.”

“Oh you're still a kid! How'd you get his job?”

“My father worked as a limousine driver his entire life.”

“And you wanted to follow in his footsteps?”

“I did.”

“I'm sure having a guaranteed job waiting for you certainly didn't hurt either.”

With a small grin Ishaan nodded and said, “No it didn't.”

“You must have a lot of fun stories to tell.” She guessed, looking at him directly in the rear view mirror.

“Not as many as you might think Mrs. Greenberg,” He replied, glancing at her in the mirror for a split second, “Most of my clients raise the partition almost immediately.”

“Really? That's pretty rude of them.”

“Not at all. The partition is there for that very reason.”

“Well sure but even so . . . they could at least chat with you for a little bit.”

“I don't mind.”

“Of course you don't,” Rachel laughed, “You're too polite.”

“It's part of the job.” He chuckled.

“Yeah I can't exactly argue that.”

Pulling away for a moment to grab a larger bottle of whiskey Rachel moved to the partition and rested her arms along the dividing glass. Setting her chin atop her clasped hands she smiled at Ishaan when he looked to the side and found her mere inches from him. His cheeks darkened a little but he otherwise had no other reaction. At least not until they came to a stop a red light and he quietly tried to lean away from her. No doubt out of some bizarre notion of respect.

“Is there . . . is there anywhere else you'd like me to take you Mrs. Greenberg?” He asked in a tone that all but told her was just trying to make conversation. “We have an hour before I have to return to my agency and there are numerous excellent restaurants near your hotel.”

“Hmmmm . . . that does sound appealing.” She admitted, her mind debating the merits of trying to tease him into fucking her versus simply pouncing like a wild animal, “But I'm not sure I can wait.”

“Well there is a pleasant winery nearby. Most of my clients stop there when they have the chance.”

“I see.” She said, half listening to him while trying to figure out the best and fastest way into the passenger seat, “I assume they serve more than wine?”

“Of course, they have quite a selection. And if you're worried about price it's very affordable. I've even eaten there on—Mrs. Greenberg!”

With a mischievous smile Rachel suddenly and wordlessly started to climb through the partition separating the front seats from the back cabin. Getting everything up to her waist through was easy enough but as soon as her hips reached the suddenly quite small opening she ran into trouble. Ishaan did his best to help but he was torn between aiding her and trying to stop her for liability reasons. In the end he wound up doing neither while Rachel wriggled and shimmied her wide hips a little further into the front cab. Her plump ass just barely managed to fit through the hole after a great deal of writhing and all of a sudden she found herself hurting forward much faster than she planned. She tumbled ass over elbow into the front, laughing the entire time and clutching her alcohol like it was her baby. By total happenstance she ended up sprawled across both seats in such a way that Ishaan was given a perfect look straight up her skirt at the plain white thong she'd put on that morning. His eyes widened in surprise and he swallowed several times in rapid succession while hands attempted to help her into a more dignified position. Following a good deal more wiggling and shifting she managed to get into a proper seated position just in time for someone behind them to angrily honk their horn. Seeing the green light Ishaan stepped on the gas without thinking and zoomed forward while Rachel continued to guffaw.

“There!” She said in a breathy voice, “Now I can't ignore you even if I wanted to!”

Ishaan opened his mouth to speak, his eyes still glued to the road ahead, but found no words to respond to her statement, “All right . . .” was all he managed to say after a few seconds.

Rachel bit her lower lip and moved closer to him again. Her arm slid behind the headrest of his seat and she leaned forward until her breasts were almost touching his arm, “You're very cute.” She stated.

“T-thank you Mrs. Greenberg.” 

“You're welcome.” Setting down her whiskey and resting a hand on his leg she asked, “Do you think I'm cute too?”

“Y-yes ma'am.” Ishaan said before he could stop himself, “You're very beautiful!”

“Are you only saying that because you don't want to offend me?”

“No!”

His answer came adorably fast and she couldn't help but laugh, “Then thank you very much for the compliment.”

“Y-you're welcome Mrs. Greenberg. But I-I don't think we should—”

“Before you say anything else, let me apologize for being so forward. Normally I'd take my time and tease you until you can't stand it anymore. But right now I'm too excited to wait and we don't have enough time for me to properly seduce you.”

“You want to seduce me?” He asked, instantly feeling foolish for wondering something that was already answered.

“No, I want to fuck you.” She clarified, her breath hot in his ear as she leaned in closer than ever, “I don't have the patience to seduce you.”

“Mrs. Greenberg . . .”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No . . .”

“Do you want me to slow down?”

After a momentary pause he answered, “No . . .”

“Then don't worry about it. We're adults just having a little fun. Enjoy yourself. I certainly will!”

“I'm not sure you should do this in here Mrs. Greenberg! The windows aren't—”

His protests died in his throat as her hand slid comfortably from his thigh to the small but swelling bulge between his legs. All of a sudden he was finding it tremendously difficult to focus on anything but the feeling of her soft fingers running across his cock. Willing himself to stare at the road to avoid any accidents Ishaan let out a ragged breath as Rachel cheekily unzipped his slacks. She reached into his pants to grope his member through his boxers. To her delight he was already hard as a rock after that small amount of teasing. So rather than continue playing with him she slipped her hand into his underwear and pulled his dick free with a single, effortless movement. In the dim glow of the streetlights his shaft looked absolutely perfect in her eyes. Maybe only five or six inches long it was as thick around as a soda can and already pumping precum out from a swollen and wonderfully large head. Bending over to wrap her lips around his tip Rachel's fingers dipped back into his slacks to find a pair of equally meaty balls waiting for her touch as well. She pulled them free of their cloth prison for good measure. Her tongue started to swirl around his prick and she slurped up the sticky globs or precum constantly oozing from his shaft. Though she wanted to slide all the way down to the base in one movement and let him know just what she was capable of Rachel found it hard to move from his throbbing head. At least while there was still bitter yet delicious cum to be had. 

Yet despite how much fun she was having teasing his apparently sensitive tip she couldn't stop herself from inching lower no matter how hard she tried. Not that she was trying all that hard though. His dick was almost perfectly sized to fill up her mouth and make her gag without being the kind of massive that felt more akin to an obstacle than a challenge. Enough that she was able to bob up and down his length with relative ease all while continuing to drink up his precum. Since she couldn't look him in the eyes she closed her own and focused entirely on the blowjob at hand. Rachel absolutely adored messy, gooey dicks and Ishaan's was no exception. In the minute or so it took her to reach the base of his member he'd given enough cum to fill her mouth and then some. Under different circumstances she'd let some of it spill out of her mouth to make the whole thing a little sloppier. Most men enjoyed such a thing but she loved it more than anything else. And it wasn't something she got to enjoy as often as she liked. Not with her work schedule and mothering duties at least. So when a chance to let loose presented itself she was going to take it and go as wild as her companion would allow. If the way he was reacting was any indication Ishaan was very much enjoying her going down on him. The way he tried to stifle his groans as her warm, wet lips glided along his cock was downright cute. Much in the same way his attempts to stay focused when he clearly couldn't think of anything else. Any time they came to a stop one of his shaking hands moved to her head, not to take control but rather to feel her soft hair and almost lovingly caress her cheeks. It was unexpectedly sweet in a way that only made her want to fuck him all the more.

The next time their limo came to a slow halt Rachel lifted her head and grinned at Ishaan, “You should find somewhere quiet to park.” She suggested while her hand continued to stroke his wet cock, “I wouldn't want to cause an accident . . .”

“Of course not.”

While she continued to stroke his prick with smooth, languid strokes and the occasional lick he pulled off the street as fast as he could. Rolling as deep as possible into an alleyway he threw the car in park and released the wheel like it was a grenade. Rachel laughed and flashed an approving smile. She motioned to the back with a tilt of her head but before Ishaan could do anything in response she started climbing back through the partition once more. Watching her wriggle and shimmy her plump as through the small window Ishaan's jaw all but dropped to the floor as he got a prolonged look at what he was about to be enjoying. His prick was throbbing so hard it was actually difficult to get it back into his pants once she was finally through. He managed eventually and rushed into the backseat like his life depended on it. Though it took him less than twenty seconds, mostly because of the narrow confines of the alley, by the time he was in the main cab Rachel had already unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, hiked up her skirt, and spread open her legs for him. Her panties dangled uselessly off her ankle as it was perched daintily in the air. One hand was clutching her right thigh while the other had invitingly spread open the plump outer lips of her glistening pussy. She'd deliberately positioned her fingers to not only show off the delicious link pink folds of her slit but also the swollen and aching little bud sitting at their crest just waiting for attention. The small tuft of curly brown hair above her sex was slick from her arousal and even in the short time he watched a gooey strand of fluids seeped from her cunt to pool on the seat beneath her.

The only reason Ishaan didn't pounce on Rachel the very moment he laid on eyes on the spectacle before him was a continuing and growing sense of disbelief at the entire scenario. Everything about her perfect, mature pussy and smooth alabaster breasts topped with rosy pink nipples just seemed like something out of a fantasy. His rational mind simply couldn't believe he'd stumbled into such a scenario. Thankfully his rational mind didn't need to believe anything for his baser instincts to finally take over and send him lunging forward. Barely managing to shut the door in his mad scramble Ishaan was upon her faster than she could make a teasing comment about starting without him. To her surprise he didn't whip out his cock and start pounding away as most men would. In fact that seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind when he buried his face between her thighs and plunged his tongue deep into her waiting pussy.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed, her back arching and a shudder dancing up her spine.

Too busy to respond with words Ishaan's retort came in the form of a sudden and eager slurp as he drank of her fluids and curled his tongue against her g-spot. Rachel bit her limp and moaned loud enough to surprise herself as he tasted every centimeter of her slit. There was no denying his lack of experience in the realm of oral sex but he more than made up for his seeming unawareness with a level of enthusiasm that bordered on manic. His tongue glided across her inner walls faster than she could properly follow it and by the time she reacted to one spot being massaged he was on to another. Given that he had no clear motivation besides making her feel good the fact that he was able to hit so many of her more sensitive areas in such quick succession was more breathtaking that it might have normally been. She could already feel the early tremors of an orgasm beginning to run through her legs and without even looking Rachel knew her toes were curling against her feet hard enough to make them crack. Just as she was beginning to get a handle on his frenetic movements within her pussy he suddenly pulled out and started licking the slick pink flesh all around her hole. It was at this point that he found her clit in a very deliberate way and she was suddenly treated to a burst of ecstasy unlike anything she'd been previously enjoying. His strong tongue flicked and swirled around her incredibly aroused bud so fast it made her head spin and her breath catch in her throat. That alone would've certainly been enough to seal the deal for her but he apparently wasn't satisfied with simply being a generous lover. Without missing a beat Ishaan continued to play with her clit while the middle and ring fingers of his right hand slipped into her pussy and start to curl in a tentative but deliberate come hither motion.

“Oh my God!” Rachel cried out, “Oh my God don't stop!”

Part of her wanted to giggle at the almost textbook way he was suddenly going down on her but the rest was enjoying it to much to allow such a waste of energy and precious breath. And it really didn't matter if he was following the most basic online instruction guides, it was working wonders for her. In short order her hips were bucking and gyrating against his mouth so hard she had to hold his head against her pussy or risk bucking him off completely. Practically slapping away his hat her fingers burrowed into his hair and held on for dear life while a full body orgasm came crashing down around her. It arrived faster than she anticipated and managed to be a welcome release at the same time it completely caught her off guard. All of her muscles either seized up or spasmed so violently she lost total control, her lungs completely failed to draw another breath, and her eyes rolled so far back in her head her pupils vanished for a moment. A veritable flood of juices seeped out of her at the same time, the cascade trickling down Ishaan's face and soaking his jacket, the seat, and everything within several inches of her twitching pussy. Though he couldn't know it each wave of fluids squirting out of her was ruled by the similar waves of pleasure rising and falling within her own body, each new one sent another mouthful of clear, sweet tasting arousal out of her stuffed cunt at a downright reliable pace. Like a note being held in a symphony she remained locked in place for several wonderful seconds until air suddenly returned to her chest, much of her body went completely limp, and her eyes simply shut as the exertion of keeping them open became too much. Her hips continued to buck and gyrate as best they could against his mouth but there was little she could do to keep up with his vastly less restricted energy. Although he was considerate enough to slow his movements while she came all over his face, mostly because he was so shocked by the visceral reaction that he didn't think to keep going as fervently as he'd been. That was really the only reason she was able to wind down from the sharp spikes of ecstasy that'd been ruling her mind and body for almost a minute of perfection.

Rather than let her pleasure taper off too much Rachel clumsily threw herself forward the instant she had a modicum of control over her limbs. More or less tackling him she straddled his pointlessly clothed groin just long enough for Ishaan to realize how badly she wanted his dick. At the same time they both reached down to free his member from his slacks. Unsurprisingly she managed to beat him out and retrieve his cock and balls with ease. Barely a second after his meaty prick was revealed she was sliding down it's length while a protracted moan filled the area. She was more than wet enough to take him all in one smooth motion and the feeling of being stretched by his uncommonly thick shaft was one she'd savor for a long time to come. Once she reached the base of his shaft Rachel awkwardly shifted atop him until her feet were planted squarely against the floor and she was squatting on his erection. He might not have been long enough for her to pull back more than a few inches but she knew how to make the most of every inch available. Not to mention relishing in the feeling of being so unabashedly full thanks to his girth. Had she been given the choice she'd almost certainly have gone for that over a longer dick. Of course such decisions were easy when she was enjoying that very thing at that very moment. She didn't need more than a few bounces to get a feel for how to ride him and rather fortuitously neither did Ishaan. Barely ten seconds after she'd found a perfect, rising speed to ride him at he started to thrust upwards as much as he could. Wisely aiming for the moment she was at the peak of her own motion and about to slide back down his dick was sent rushing back inside her even faster than she'd planned. Which never failed to leave her a shivering, pleasure wracked mess even as she continued bouncing up and down his length.

It was remarkable how well tinted windows, a quiet alley, and a thick cock helped Rachel completely forget about the outside world. Getting to look down at any moment while she was riding him to see Ishaan's staring up in amazement was just an added bonus. Every time she slammed down against him with a wet smack and let out a genuine moan it was like the first time he'd entered her all over again, but with a lot more juices splattered across both of them. Paired with the way his dick swelled to what felt like twice it's size within her all but guaranteed she rode him as hard and fast as she possibly could for as long as she could. Before long her hands had curled into fists against his chest and her breathing was so ragged she sounded like she was going to pass out from the exertion. The once cute and ladylike moans she'd been letting out before had given way to animalistic grunts and groans entirely unbecoming of a fine woman like her. But they were certainly appropriate for the sex loving beast she was behind the facade. There really wasn't anything stopping her from doing so and after the little cluster of orgasms she got to enjoy when he was going down on her any extra pleasure she felt was simply icing on the cake. Only the occasional wail of a police siren threatened to ruin their fun but every time one would approach they'd stop dead and listen. Or rather he would listen while she enjoyed the way his cock invariably twitched like crazy inside her. Rachel would slowly sink down to the base of his shaft if she wasn't already there just to make sure she could enjoy every inch of Ishaan. When the car inevitably passed she wasted no time picking up where they left. Usually with a little extra gusto to make up for the unwanted break.

After maybe three or four cycles of waiting for the cops to pass Ishaan suddenly took control of the situation in a way she honestly wouldn't have expected of him. Abruptly sitting up and throwing his arms around he guided Rachel onto her back with a delightfully gentle move despite his thick cock still being stuffed balls deep inside her pussy. Following a bit of readjustment she was suddenly looking up at him while he fucked her at a pace all but guaranteed to drive her wild. Not slow enough to be boring but not fast enough to really hammer her like she wanted his almost leisurely thrusts sent just enough pleasure flickering through her body to keep her whimpering for more without being dissatisfied. With his arms hooked beneath her knees and his hands keeping her legs propped up against his shoulders she was utterly and completely at his mercy. If he wanted to Ishaan could've stopped completely and let her squirm against his prick until she begged for him to continue. Unluckily for him he wasn't that kind of man although Rachel could certainly appreciate his constant movement. There was a subtle increase to his movements that made it a little less maddening, no doubt as a result of her incredibly tight slit clamping down around him like his was the only dick in the world. Her full, heaving breasts jiggling after every thrust and the almost needy way she looked up at him with an open mouth, silent plea of sheer pleasure undoubtedly had a hand in it as well.

A breathy groan was the only warning she received before Ishaan kicked into high gear. Her eyes shut tight and she braced herself against anything her hands could reach as he absolutely pounded her. It was abundantly clear how close he was from the way his dick swelled but she quietly hoped he could last another minute or two. The sheer ferocity of his thrusts were nothing short of perfect and the steadily rising ecstasy resulting from it would undoubtedly lead to a big finish of her own soon enough. Before long he was even hunched over her and thrusting downwards straight into her quivering slit like a jackhammer. She cupped his face and stared up at him with a wild look in her eyes, words utterly failing to describe how good it felt to really be relentlessly fucked like that. Each and every time his sack collided with her skin and his dick bottomed out inside her she let out a pleasured gasp. Soon enough she wasn't able to get them out fast enough and her moans simply blended into one long, seemingly endless stream spilling from her mouth not unlike the trickle of fluids gushing out of her cunt. Sadly it didn't look like he'd be able to last long enough for her to cum one more time as the almost absurd look of concentration on his face coupled with a fresh deluge of precum arrived barely thirty seconds after he started. Never one to complain about a good roll in the hay just because it didn't end exactly as she wanted Rachel's arms slid around his shoulders and pulled him into a hungry kiss mere seconds before he finished inside her.

Just as Rachel hoped Ishaan turned out to be quite the gusher, his first messy load inside her pussy arriving in a thickness and quantity that took her breath away. Suddenly she was kissing him with every ounce of passion she could muster while her pussy was being filled to the brim with his spunk. Thai first salvo alone would've been enough to leave her satisfied and completely thrilled but he was only get started. Much to her delight. Each new spurt seemed to be just as thick as the last with only the smallest decrease in overall size. Although it was rather hard for her to tell when she was already so full of spunk it was leaking out of her with every spasm of her cock hungry inner walls. As he continued to dump more and more jizz inside her and the pressure started to build up his semen actually started squirting from her thoroughly filled pussy in thick strands. It mixed with her own juices to create a deliciously tawdry mixture that splattered both of them and streaked across the soft carpet below in long, assuredly staining strands. And of course along with every fresh load came a mighty throb of his cock that stretched her inner walls and made her shudder. If there was some way she could've doubled the length of his orgasm she'd have done it in heartbeat. Just to savor the feeling of his swirling spunk and madly throbbing shaft for as long as possible..But such things were suited only for wild fantasy to be enjoyed in the middle of lovemaking and after some twenty seconds he was finished pumping her full of enough semen to fill her up twice over. Their kiss ended at the same moment he pulled out and rolled off her to lie on the floor in a panting heap.

“What happens now Mrs. Greenberg?” Ishaan asked once he'd recovered enough to speak.

“Well for starters you can go ahead and call me Rachel.” She replied, sitting up and making no effort to hide her sweat soaked body, “And I'm certainly in the mood for more celebrating. If you're up for it.”

Ishaan smiled at her and nodded, “I would love nothing else. But I am still 'on the clock' as you Americans say and my boss doesn't look too kindly on wasted time.”

“You do this sort of thing often Ishaan?”

“This is the first time I've ever slept with a client.”

“Awww I'm flattered.” Rachel laughed.

“I'm glad. But I'm also worried being more than an hour late to not only drop you off but also to return to my agency will reflect rather poorly on me.”

“Oh I can fix that.”

“Please Mrs-Rachel I couldn't trouble you for such a—”

“Pish posh old bean. It's my pleasure. Can you toss me my purse?”

“Certainly.”

Sliding across the floor on his knees Ishaan grabbed the purse in question and handed it to Rachel. She pulled out her phone and looked up the number for his limousine service, “Hello this is Rachel Greenberg with Goldstein Investments and I'm calling about the limousine your agency sent over. I believe it's car number . . .”

“One eight eight seven three.” Ishaan whispered.

“One eight eight seven three,” Rachel continued, pausing between sentences to hear what the young woman on the other end had to say, “Oh nothing was wrong at all. Quite the opposite in fact. You see I asked the driver Ishaan to stop so I could have a celebratory dinner and well time sort of got away from me. I just wanted to call and make sure there wasn't any problem with me using the car longer than intended. Oh really? Well that's perfect! Thank you very much Sara! You have a pleasant evening as well.”

“What did they say?” Ishaan asked.

“Apparently I have you until midnight.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I'm surprised you didn't know that.”

“My boss told me to be back as soon as possible. I was under the impression your associates hadn't paid for our services past nine o'clock.”

“Well it seems they had and your boss is just cheap.”

“It would appear so.”

They smiled at one another for a moment, the atmosphere inside the limo quickly changing as they realized there was still a full two plus hours to enjoy. “Well it looks like we can celebrate as much as we want.” Rachel commented.”

“Indeed.”

“Buuuut?” She added with a smile, noticing the slight hesitation in his voice.

“Well you mentioned supper a moment ago. And I realized I haven't had a proper meal in some time.”

“You did plenty of eating earlier.” Rachel said with a naughty smile.

Ishaan's cheeks darkened and he looked at his hands for a moment, “Be that as it may I'm afraid I'll need something a bit more substantive before we can continue.”

“That sounds good. Do you know anywhere worth going to?”

“Of course. There's a lovely sushi restaurant a few blocks over.”

“Perfect. We'll eat and use up every minute I have left with you.”

“As you wish.” Ishaan grinned.