One Way Ticket

Transcript

Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up. It's time for a story.

It had been a long day at the office. All Emma wanted to do was go pick up some takeout and go home. She didn't want to look at case files and briefs anymore.

She just wanted home. Her couch, a bowl of ramen, muddy stories on the TV. She needed to unwind and turn off her brain for a little while.

Turning the lights out in her office and making her way downstairs, she passed by several co-workers, all asking if she was coming out for drinks after. Politely, she declined, saying she had a date, but little did they know she was just going home on her own. It was the same story every night.

Going home by herself, to her couch, and that bowl of ramen. Tonight felt a little different. She knew something big was missing.

But she wasn't quite sure how to identify it. After picking up her takeout, entering into her apartment, kicked off her heels, let her jacket fall to the floor, and curled up on the couch. She started daydreaming while watching these stories play out on her TV, wondering if she could ever find a connection like those two had.

It looked like they were in some exotic location, a bungalow over the water. Romantic, intimate, sensual. Things that she had been longing to find for so long.

She just didn't know where to go looking for them. Opening up her phone, she saw an ad for a travel company. Cheap flights to Italy.

In a very eat-pray-love sort of way, the impulsivity took over in her brain and she clicked on through, entering her credit card details and scheduling a flight for the next day. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to find, but she was excited to go off in search of it. After she finished her bowl of ramen, she thought she should get packing.

Opened up the suitcase and decided she really didn't need much. It's going to be hot there, so a couple of bathing suits, a sundress or two, more sandals than what she would need, and all of the thong underwear she had. She barely slept that night, too excited for what this trip was going to be, a journey of self-exploration.

The next morning when she woke up, she knew it was going to be a good day. Heading to the airport, just with a small suitcase, small enough to be a carry-on. Who packs like that when they're going to Italy? But she did.

She knew she wasn't going to need much, and if all else fails, and if all else fails, her credit card would come in handy. All of those hours spent going over briefs, studying case files, and eventually making partner were not for nothing. She could afford to travel light and stay somewhere luxurious.

The flight was long, but she slept the entire time. Going to sleep in one place and waking up in another. She was a little disoriented when the plane started to land.

Grabbing her suitcase, deplaning, and heading down through customs. A man standing there with a sign with her name on it. A personal driver.

The hotel knew her name, knew how important she was, so they had sent it for her. She waved and got in. Making pleasantries with the driver, trying not to be too annoyed, simply because she was tired.

When she reached the hotel, she checked in with the concierge and noticed this stunning brunette. Her name was Lucia, and Emma was smitten from first glance. She thanked her for her help in setting up dinner reservations and headed up to her room for a nap.

When she laid back on the bed, all she could think of were those burning brown eyes. One thing she had packed that was a non-negotiable for this trip. She reached in and grabbed her vibrator, slid it deep inside, and put it on a pattern that would relax her straight to sleep.

She woke up in a few hours, just in time to get ready for dinner. She made her way downstairs and saw Lucia sitting at the bar. The bartender had his back turned to her, but when he turned around, she caught her breath in her throat.

She saw his strong hands wiping out a glass and then pouring Lucia a glass of champagne. Making her way over, she saddled up to Lucia with a smile, said thanks again for those dinner reservations. Invited her to join, but of course, Lucia declined, winking at the bartender.

Winking at the bartender, Emma went off to the restaurant, glancing back over her shoulder and catching both the bartender and Lucia staring at her as she walked away. The fantasies started to creep into her mind. Images of being with both Lucia and the bartender, one at a time, and then all together.

Emma finished up her dinner and started to make her way back to the elevators, but not before she crossed paths with Lucia again. As they passed by one another, Lucia's hand grazed against Emma's arm. Emma licked her lips and flashed a wink at Lucia.

Their eyes melting together, Lucia looked at Emma and said, tomorrow 12 o'clock and that's when I take my lunch break. Then winked at Emma and went on her way. Emma couldn't possibly head straight to bed at that point, so she returned back to the bar.

The same bartender was there, the same back was facing her as she approached. She took a seat right where Lucia had been, and then he turned around. With the most delicious British accent, he introduced himself as Alex.

Her mind was bent forward in the best possible way. Emma had a thing for accents, so between Lucia and Alex, all she wanted was to be bent forward on her bed. By one, or by both.

They stayed there talking until the wee hours of the morning. The jet lag, messing with Emma's schedule and clock, and Alex told her it was time to close the bar. Emma thanked him for his companionship and his service, saying that she would be there all week.

But tomorrow, she had a date at noon. Alex smiled, knowing exactly what she meant, and suggested that maybe they could grab dinner, if she was already busy at lunch. Emma went back up to her hotel room, knowing the next day, very possibly, was going to change her life.

Until next time, thanks for listening.