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Coming to LA? Try TraveLust [KJ x MessedupRP

King James

King James

Supernova
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Jan 4, 2018
Jason Williams had been an international real estate developer ever since graduating from Harvard's business school, starting his firm with funds he had earned and invested throughout college and shooting up from there. He spent most of his time developing luxury malls and high rise condos. Lavish would be the word best used to describe his lifestyle, filled with yacht parties, international trips, and beautiful women, he was rather content.

Being in such a prominent role with his company he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting each day, giving him a lean, muscular build. He kept his light brown hair short and neat with his sharp jaw clean shaven. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones.

As of recent he had ventured into a new business, leaving control of his company to the CFO while he enjoyed a life at his Malibu oceanside home, a luxurious mansion complete with an Olympic sized pool, hot tub, wine cellar, and a basement theatre that he listed on TraveLust.com, an AirBnB-style site with a rather erotic twist, where everything was free but sex with beautiful partners was guaranteed. Jason spent the day instructing the cleaning service he'd hired on how to perfect everything before his guest arrived. He knew she was new to LA but not much beyond that.

Once everything was ready he sat down on the deck by the pool and sent his guest a quick text. “Safe travels. Can’t wsit to finally meet you.”
 
Emily “Bluejay” Denning wasn’t sure what she has been expecting. She had been planning her trip to LA for the better part of three months, the only reall proboem was the fact that she didn’t have anywhere to stay, and her funds that she had save in prepeeation for this would dwindle very quickly in the city. She was only three years out of college, at 26 years old, she decided to save her funds and follow her passion to become an artist. She moved to LA with no plans, no job and nowhere to stay, before she left though, she saw an ad for TravelLust.com.

The idea seemed strange, an air bnb where instead of paying for the home with cash, someone cohld oay with ther body. At face value, it seemed vulgar and perverted, but Emily managed to pass off her own sexual curioisity and mild attraction to the idea by thinking, “well, I don’t have any better options.” She made an account that night, posted a few photos of herself and left a message saying she was looking for a place to stay in LA.

The next morning, she checked again to find several people offering her a place in their home, but, most of thrm were undesirable. One man seemed cery inent on converting her to the Mormon church, another man who seemed twice her age and wore his hair in a long ponytail wanted her to wear a latex catsuit and remain chained up in his basement.

After several poor offers, she decided to look for herself and see what her options were. She spent about ten minutes scrolling through, when she saw a man who looked promissing. A nice house in Malibu, ran a company, and he looked pretty cute too. She matched with him and they began speaking back and forth in the site's instsnt messenger, then she gave him her cell phone number and they texted more frequently. They spoke for a bit longer before she booked a flight and told him she would be staying with him, at least until she could find some work and a place to live.

So, as she got out of the plane and walked into the main terminal of the LA airport, she realized... That she didn't have enough cash in her account for an uber. She has taken it all out to change her banks, but hadn't made a new account yet.

As she was trying to decide what to do, she saw Jason's text. She smiled softly and sent him a quick reply, "I can't wait either. But, I'm stuck at the airport. Can't get a ride to your place."
 
Jason had been sitting out by the pool in his flat front light blue shorts without a shirt, tanning his upper half as he enjoyed a midday beer and read a few business journals on his phone. Suddenly came a text message from the top of his phone screen. It appeared his new companion was short on cash and already needing a favor from him.

“Stuck at the airport? What a shame. Nothing a topless pic wouldn’t fix. ;)” He went to her as he got up from his seat to grab a short sleeve button up that clung to his muscular frame. He trusted she would do the right thing so he didn’t mind getting ready to leave before she’d actually fulfilled his request. Not two minutes later and he was in the driver’s seat of his red convertible Corvette, ready to go pick up his new guest.
 
It was only a minute after Emily sent her message that she got a response. She giggled softly, of course she wasn't going to send a topless picture. But, the more she thought about it, the more curious she became. She quickly left her spot on a bench in the airport and made her way to the bathroom, locking herself in one of the larger handicapped stalls and setting her things aside.

She quickly checked herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair and making sure she looked good. She took a deep breath and pulled her shirt up, her large breasts falling out of the shirt, restrained by a small black bra. Emily had been blessed with her mother's physique. Something that she didn't appreciate much when she was very young, but grew to appreciate as she got older. She had a slender hourglass figure, helped by a steady life of athleticism, she had large breasts that were both a gift as well as a burden, but she was very proud of her bum. It was large naturally, but years f exercise made it nice and firm. She hoped that Jason might find the same appreciation of her rear that she did.

Emily held up her shirt with one hand, the other holding her phone while she tried to find a good angle. She eventually settled on one that cut off most of her face, but left a view of her ample breasts, she kept her mouth in so she could give it a sexy lip bite. The cherry on top. After several attempts to get a photo where she looked sexy, rather than anxiously-waiting-for-the-bathroom, she got one that she liked and sent it to Jason, "The sooner you get here, the sooner I can take my bra off"

She smiled and pulled her shirt back down, gathering her things and quickly leaving the bathroom. Emily wasn't usually someone who flirted so heavily like this. She had never sent a sexy photo, but now that she had, she could see the appeal. Emily felt sexy and sought after, it was a feeling that was a bit intoxicating, and she hoped that it wouldn't go away soon.
 
Jason heard a ding from his phone just as he was getting on the 405 to head to the airport. Since it wasn’t rush hour it wouldn’t take him too long to get to her, but he was banking on a little teaser from her with the message.

When he got to some traffic he unlocked his phone to find a picture of her perfect breasts, still covered by her bra, but with some of the best cleavage he’d ever seen. Plus the angle of her biting her lip added so much more than a simple topless pic would have ever gotten across. “The windows are tinted so I expect it off as soon as you get in. Red convertible Corvette. Be outside terminal two in ten minutes.” He replies before putting his phone back down.

Sure enough ten minutes later he was pulling up to the pickup zone for terminal two. He put his blinkers on and hit the button to raise the top of the convertible before getting out to help with her luggage.
 
As soon as Emily got the text, she immediately checked what terminal she was at, then properly made her way to terminal two. She was already asking Jason to go out of his way to pick her up, the least she could do was not make him wait. She stood outside in the lot, reading over his last message and checking her Travel Lust page before the red corvette pulled up, the engine putting seductively at the young woman.

The top opened up to reveal her host, the chiseled features of his face were much more striking in person, and Emily felt herself gasp a bit. Any reservation she has about having sex with a stranger were out the window as soon as he got out of the car.

She embraced him in a hug, "hey! It's so great to finally meet you Jason! Your pictures really didn't do you justice." She only had three bags total. A suitcase that she had checked, a carry on and her backpack. She set the last of her luggage into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat.

Emily could only imagine how they must have looked together. Jason was put together and well-dressed, Emily wanted to be an artist, and she looked the part. She was wearing red converse with jeans that were torn at the knees and a bit along the thigh. She had on a black tank top that ended a few inches above her waist, showing off a bit of her lovely porcelain skin. Over her shirt she had on an olive military jacket, and a few necklaces around her neck. Most notable was her hair, the reason she had taken tbe nickname "Bluejay" her hair was straight, about the length of her shoulder blades and a bright shade of electric blue. The vibrant color was offset by the pretty features of her face, plump lips and big, brown eyes. She was attractive, and she took care of herself.

As she sat down next to Jason, she smiled softly at him, "I've never done somethinf like this before, but I think we're gonna have fun together. Now, how about you put up the top so I can take mine off." She winked at him playfully.
 
There was no doubt in his mind when he saw the stunning blue-haired beauty approaching him that this was his new guest and not just another passerby. That was confirmed when she walked up to him and embraced him in a hug, sharing pleasantries over finally meeting. “It’s great to finally meet you too, Emily! And I can say the same of you.” He said with a devious grin as his hand wandered from her back down to her plump ass, giving it a firm grip as he parted to stow her luggage in the trunk.

“I hope your flight wasn’t too bad. And I’m glad we got this little arrivals snaffu handled.” He said as he closed the trunk up before going to the passenger door and opening it for her. The way the pair appeared to be mismatched made it look more like she was his little sister being picked up from the airport than a soon to be housemate and friend with benefits.

Once she was secure inside the car he closed her door and got in on the driver’s side. With the push of a button the top unfolded over them as he fired up the engine and started them back on the highway towards his beach house. “Oh we’re gonna have so much fun, Emily. Now, the top’s up so your top better be hitting the floor.” He teased, resting a hand on her thigh as he drove.
 
She smiled kindly at his as she sat down, the top folding up over them. "You don't need to call me Emily, my friends call me Bluejay for..." She motioned to her electric blue hair, "obvious reasons." She giggled softly and sat back, admiring the interior of the car. It was obviously pretty expensive, but she had no idea that Jason was wealthy. She just figured he might gave gotten the house from some relative, she didn't expect him to be so wealthy. It made her wonder why he didn't already have a partner.

She was shaken from her thoughts my the hand on her thigh and his, fairly simple request. She smirked and grabbed the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and up her body deliberately slowly, soon taking it all the way off and revealing her black bra. She slipped her jacket back on, but didn't bother to close it, letting it hang open. "There. Maybe when we get to your place, you'll get to see more." She winked at him, gazing out at the scenery.

After a little while, she glanced back at Jason, "so, what do you do for a living? It didn't say on your travel lust page." She yurned to face him, her breast facing him too.
 
“Bluejay? I like it. And I love the obvious reason too.” He said as he looked up to her electric blue hair. He’d never been with a girl who dyed her hair anything outrageous like that, surely Bluejay would show him how adventurous she was.

As she removed her top he grinned when he saw her luscious covered by only a black bra before she pulled her jacket back on. “Mmm, that’s better.” He said before reaching to giver left breast a playful squeeze before returning his hand to her thigh.

He smiled as she asked about his career, happy to share. “The easiest way to make money—real estate. Malls, condos, you name it. I’ve built it all.” He told her as they turned into the lavish gated community he lived in, nearing their destination.
 
Bluejay oddly didn't mind his brazen touching. She felt completely comfortable with this guy, who was basically a stranger, squeezing her breast, or holding her thigh. By the way he spoke, he was wealthy, and that wss reinforced by his neighborhood.

Gated communities were exactly the kind of place that housed people who wouldn't like people like Bluejay. The dyed hair and outlandish style turned away most of those types, but Jason seemed downright excited by it.

She took a moment to look out the window at the houses around her. Everything seemed so lavish, and expensive. She'd dated wealthy guys before ,but not someone who seemed this wealthy. She sat back in her seat and cast a glance at Jason. Bluejay calmly put her hand on his, which was holding her thigh, and slid it up to hood her left breast again, "so... What did you plan to do with me Jason?"
 
Jason smirked as Bluejay took in her surroundings, looking at all the beautiful homes as they entered his neighborhood. When she led his hand back to her breast and asked him what he planned to do with her he gave her perfect globe a light squeeze and waited a moment before speaking.

“Well I think the concept of TraveLust pretty much sums that up.” He said as they pulled into the long drive of his beachfront home. He turned to her as he parked, a devious grin on his face. “I was planning on giving you the tour first, but I’m half-tempted to just get down to the nitty gritty right here. How would you prefer we handle this, Bluejay?”
 
Bluejay considered his offer, both sounded tempting, and the way he squeezed her breast was wonderful, but she had an idea. She sat forward and put a hand on his thigh. "How about... We go in, I put my bags in the doorway, you give me the tour and that's how we'll decide where to start the 'nitty gritty'" she winked at him, "sound fair?"
 
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