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The Stipulation (Volume Three),
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The Stipulation
Vol. 3
M.L. Young
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Editor: Laura LaTulipe
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances of characters to actual persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. The author, M.L. Young, holds exclusive rights to this work.
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The Stipulation Volume Three
Chapter One
As the day for my trip arrived, I was beaming from ear to ear with a grin that could probably be seen from space. It felt as though I had waited months for this trip, when in reality it had only been a few days. I hadn’t done much during that time. Jillian was home and only stopped by once to pick up a few outfits she had left behind due to the amount of clothes she’d already packed. Tara came by once, to see how things went, and I floored her when I said I was going on a trip to Aspen with Roman. By the way she acted, I thought I had set some new world record for sugar babies everywhere to aim to beat. I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal, though, and was sure somebody out there got a trip faster than I had.
I hadn’t used the toy Roman gave me yet. I wanted to save myself for him and our Aspen trip. I had a hard time thinking that I was still saving myself for him, considering how far we had already gone together. I admit I did hold it and look at it many times, too many to count, but I never actually sealed the deal. I loved knowing I could have it at any time, but with something as big as Aspen coming up I didn’t want to jinx anything or deplete my lust and passion for him. I wanted to save everything I had for Roman, and even though this toy was a part of him, it wasn’t the same as his warm fleshy rod.
***
A few hours passed before it was time for me to leave for our trip. Roman had texted me, his preferred form of contact, and told me to be outside at two. I had all of my bags packed the night before, and even pulled out my old winter jacket that I used one time when I went snowboarding. The jacket didn’t fit as well anymore, and I wasn’t even sure why I brought it with me to my dorm, but I guess it was suiting me well and I did end up needing it.
I decided to wear pants for our trip—I felt wearing a dress or skirt would be against the rules. I had looked up Aspen online and saw that it would be very cold with a lot of snow this time of year, and I didn’t want to look out of place. I already felt out of place with this whole situation, and who knew what kind of parties or social situations Roman and I would be put into. I was sure he had friends up there, and the last thing I needed was for them to talk behind my back and think of me as the village slut.
I grabbed my things as the clock struck closer to two, and was barely able to fit through my door let alone walk down the hallway with all of my bags.
“Hey Natalie!” Trevor said as he came out of his room, likely sitting in front of it all day until I came out.
“Oh, hey, Trevor,” I said annoyingly as I struggled down the hallway.
“Where ya going? Can I help you with those?” he asked as he leaned in to grab a bag.
“No!” I shouted. “My dad is waiting outside and hates boys being around me. Yeah, he wouldn’t like to see you with me, especially carrying my bags. He’s protective.” I continued to the elevator, hoping he would let me get on and leave in peace.
“Your dad seemed nice the last time I met him,” Trevor said confusedly.
“Yeah he was just being nice because you live here and everything. He told me later that you should feel lucky you didn’t try anything or else he would’ve kicked your ass,” I said convincingly as the elevator hit our floor.
“Oh, well, I wouldn’t want to cause a scuffle. Tell him I said hi anyways, and have a good trip.” The elevator opened and a girl—whose name I couldn’t remember—walked out and Trevor ran off to bug her instead.
I sighed; completely relieved he left me alone as I rode the elevator downstairs to the very empty building lobby. I walked outside, seeing not Roman in his sports car waiting, but rather him leaning against a black car, which I didn’t recognize.
“What’s this?” I asked in confusion as I walked up.
“Well, I thought we would take the town car to the airport. After all, we don’t want to leave my car sitting outside in the harsh weather for a few days,” he said as he kissed me and grabbed my bags.
I wanted to think that Roman really sprung for the fancy transportation, but renting a town car was likely spending pocket change for somebody like him. He was a millionaire many times over, and this rental, even at a couple hundred dollars, was like us common folk dropping a few pennies into the jar at the gas station.
I slid into the car and saw a split opening with a man in a little hat sitting in the driver’s seat. He greeted and acknowledged me before Roman got in the car and instructed the man to the airport.
Roman cuddled up to me during the drive, giving me a display of affection I had waited for since our last encounter. He smelled of musk, and his cologne tickled the tiny hairs inside of my nose. His strong hands rappelled down my arm like rock climbers as my stomach flipped around in complete circles. I wanted to take him now. I wanted to close the little divider and mount him like a horse before riding him all the way to the airport. I didn’t want to wait until we arrived in Aspen, and I wasn’t sure I could actually wait that long to feel him once again. After holding that toy all week, I knew the real thing was sitting there just waiting for me to unwrap it like a gift on Christmas morning.
As the minutes went on, I noticed we weren’t heading in the direction of the airport at all. Actually, I wasn’t too sure where we were, seeing that I hadn’t been paying attention and we were seemingly in the country. I didn’t say anything, though, for Roman even looked out the window and acted as if everything was completely normal, making me believe we were fine.
***
We finally arrived at our destination, a private airport on the outskirts of town. The town car pulled onto the runway and right up to the small plane—our plane!—which was waiting patiently before we could leave. The plane was white with brown accents, and had a very streamlined and fresh look, as though it was brand new.
The driver helped us out of the car and took our bags from the trunk as Roman guided me to the steps, and then into the plane, with a flight attendant waiting outside with a smile.
“Good afternoon and welcome, Mr. Parker,” she said with a happy smile.
Roman and I both shook hands with her as we all exchanged pleasantries…I wanted to make sure she liked me. I didn’t think either of us wanted to be stuck on a plane with an irritated flight attendant.
The woman came in behind us and closed the doors before telling the pilots we were on board and waiting for departure. I looked around at the interior of the plane, which was draped in light tan leather and marble finishes. I wasn’t even sure Air Force One was this nice inside.
***
The flight was rough, with a lot of turbulence as we passed over the white plains of the Midwest. Roman held my hand as we hit the rough patches, with him not so much concerned as he likely flies almost every single week. The last flight I was on was to Cleveland to visit my Aunt Matilda, and that was two years ago. The pilot announced that we had twenty minutes until landing and I thought I had heard the most precious thing I would ever hear in my life. We were almost to Aspen, but more importantly, we were almost on the precious ground.
We landed at another private airport, but this one was much busier. I guess everybody was coming for the holidays, and the wealth was leaking out of all of the private jets and limos. There were even a few exotic supercars on the pavement waiting, but none of them were for us. That’s probably for the best though, considering it was winter and mixing those engines with a slick patch of ice in the road seemed like a bad idea.
Roman had an SUV waiting for us, which was built like a tank to handle the rough snow and terrains that Aspen had to offer.
“Are you ready to go to the cabin?” he asked as we got in the car.
“I’m more than ready,” I said as he started the car.
Roman smiled and shifted the SUV into drive before we drove away, with an onboard GPS system guiding us to our destination.
Aspen was beautiful with an old-town charm that didn’t seem all that old. It didn’t feel like this big commercial place, and instead felt like a small yet powerful community that was filled with small restaurants, stores, and boutiques. The only difference, however, was that a dinner in some of these places could cost the equivalent of a minimum wage-worker’s bi-weekly paycheck.
***
Roman and I pulled into a small community that had many cabins, all big of course, and even a huge lodge of some sort that we passed on our way to his cabin. I was under the impression that he had some cabin in the middle of the woods, but this was probably better because not only was it was a private community, but there was also a lodge. It had a lot of signs for shops and services, and I even saw a sign for a spa, which I thought sounded like a great place to go to.
“Here we are,” Roman said as we pulled into a clean black driveway.
The cabin, which should be called a lodge, was huge and situated in a corner lot probably to keep as much privacy an
Roman unlocked the front door, and we walked in to find a roaring fire going and a massive basket of goodies for us to enjoy on our visit. I guess there were some big perks to staying in a private development.
***
As the night went on, Roman and I decided to stay in, opting to order “room service” and sit in front of the roaring and powerful fire. His fireplace was a large stone one, and must’ve been ten feet high at its highest point. The piece overpowered the room, but at the same time, it felt like the room wouldn’t have been complete without this feature.
“So how do you like Aspen?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my golden locks.
“I think I am really going to like it here. I don’t see how anything could possibly go wrong in this place,” I replied with a smile.
“Here’s to us,” he said as he held up his glass of champagne.
“To us.” We clinked our glasses together.
I was starting to appreciate the taste of champagne, and I was now able to chug down a whole third of my glass before refusing to drink any more. At this rate, I should be able to down one glass in a little over a year.
“Shall we go to the bedroom?” he asked as the fire was now down to a small smolder.
“We shall,” I replied, my stomach tingling as I knew what was likely coming.
Roman grabbed my hand and picked me up in his arms before whisking me upstairs to get under the huge white blankets. I was beginning to think this would be the best vacation I would ever have.
Chapter Two
“Wake up,” Roman said as he nudged me gently.
“Hm?” I mumbled.
“Get yourself up and ready. We’re going skiing today and I want to get out there before the slopes get too filled up. We still have to go to the lodge and get your skis and gear,” he said as he continued to get dressed.
I opened my crusted eyes and rubbed them as my vision came to and gave me the sight of Roman running around the room looking for his gear. He had snow pants, a jacket, and goggles already laid out, and he was saying something about looking for his long johns and thermal clothing. I have never been skiing before, only snowboarding, and that didn’t really go so well. There is something about being stuck on a small plank as you’re roaring down a mountainside that doesn’t fit well with me. I’m not all that coordinated, and even standing still on a skateboard does me wonders. I accepted, after all this is what Roman wanted to do. I had to at least give it the old college try. If worse comes to worst I could always say I’m tired after doing a little skiing and go into the lodge to have some hot chocolate.
***
“Are you ready to go?” Roman asked impatiently as he stood by the front door.
“Coming!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my old winter coat and wrapped it around my body.
I walked downstairs and put on a pair of boots I had brought, which admittedly screamed low class and poor to anyone walking by. To the normal and average citizens they would be perfectly acceptable and normal, but to the old snarky women that lived here, they were like wearing flip-flops to a dinner at The White House.
Roman and I took a snowmobile that he had sitting outside to the lodge. I guess the management must have left it there, knowing that we would be going to ski today, for it definitely wasn’t there last night when we got in. I held on tight as we rode, the dusting of snow hitting our shiny black helmets and making it feel as though we were flying through an asteroid belt.
Roman pulled in front of the ski shop and parked the snowmobile in this small lot type area, which was being set up for patrons and whatever their form of transportation would be. We hopped off, set down our helmets, and walked inside of the store as the smell of pine needles filled the air inside. The store was fairly large, which wasn’t surprising in comparison to the size of the lodge itself, and there was gear lining the walls for all of the different winter sports the resort had to offer.
“Welcome young couple, what can I help you with?” the salesman asked as he approached us with a large and overly beaming smile.
“We are looking for some skiing gear for her, and as quickly as possible,” Roman said, still indicating that we had to get to the slopes as quickly as humanly possible.
“That isn’t a problem at all! We specialize in all types of gear, as well as very fast and efficient service! Why don’t you come with me so our staff can get you fitted,” the man said as he whisked me away to a small corner where four workers came out and started to measure my entire body to find the best fitting skiwear.
Roman watched with his arms crossed and a smile on his face as the workers all came back a few minutes later with the proper attire for my height and weight. Even the shoes were brought quickly, and after I sat down associates fitted me to the shoes. Roman stood there with a smile still on his face as he saw how flustered and shocked I was, likely laughing because I had never experienced service like this. I had no idea it even existed, for any store I’d been to you’d have an easier time of finding Bigfoot than an associate. Was this really how the rich and famous shopped? If this is how it happened, then I definitely wanted to stay a sugar baby, because I wasn’t sure after experiencing this that I could just give it up and go back to my old forms of service.
***
“Okay, Natalie, you want to remember to stay upright and to make your skis into a slice of pizza if you want to go slower,” Roman said as we made our way up the lift.
“Okay, got it,” I said confidently.
The truth was that I didn’t have it at all. I wasn’t even holding onto a shred of what he said, for all I could do was look down at the giant drop below us. I knew this place was nice, and they took care of the ski lift, but being up on some small little seat as I dangled high in the air didn’t make me feel too good. Not only that, but I was a mere minute away from having to get off and go down the side of a mountain that I almost lost it and threw up all over Roman. I was able to hold it back, though, and as we approached the drop off zone, my nerves started to set in.
“Go!” Roman yelled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the lift as we slid down into the small waiting area atop the mountain.
My knees started to shake as I peered forward and saw the drop down. Well, it wasn’t so much of a drop as it was just a really big slope, but that didn’t make it any less menacing. My stomach began to do flips as my mind tried to remember the tips Roman had given me when we were on the ski lift. I remembered something about pizza, but I didn’t know why that had any significance to me. Maybe Roman wanted to go to a pizza shop in town after we finished skiing.
“All right, are you ready to go? If we get separated…we’ll just meet at the lodge when we both hit the bottom,” he said as he put on his goggles.
“Okay,” I said nervously as I put my goggles on as well.
“You go first. I’ll try and stay behind you just in case,” he said as he saw I was clearly nervous about going over the edge.
I used my poles to edge myself closer and closer to the side before I stopped and was dangling on the very edge of the slope. I could feel the butterflies literally beating against my stomach before I must’ve moved forward just an inch, shifting my weight and body forward—sending me down the hill.
I completely freaked out as I flew down, passing everybody next to me as if this were some scene out of a comedy. Kids, adults, and even what I’m pretty sure was a bear all watched me in amazement as I sped down faster and faster. I wanted to look back to see if Roman was still there like he said he would be, but I couldn’t wrap my body around to look, and even if I could, I was far too nervous to even attempt it. It would be my luck that turning around would result in running over some five-year-old.
