Carla Barlow was on the phone pleading with a customer to give her company a new contract, it was to no avail and she screamed as she put the phone down.
"Sarah, have you got a minute?" She shouted to Sarah Barlow who was on the shop floor of Underworld the lingerie company they jointly ran.
Her associate came running into the office, "what's the matter?"
"If you excuse the language, were fucked, that was Rigby's on the phone, they will not be renewing their contract, can get the same quality elsewhere, and cheaper they claim." Said a very angry Carla.
Sarah replied, "language excused, but that is a blow, where do we go from here?"
Carla opened up the laptop on her desk and after inputting some new figures she said, "I have adjusted the cash flow projections excluding the Rigby order and we are a hairs breath from going bust."
The pandemic and Brexit had hit Underworld hard and the two women were working all the hours they could to keep the company afloat.
"I know this is not the answer, but it's all I want at the moment," said Carla lifting a bottle of red wine from the desk drawer, "join me?"
"Why not," replied Sarah.
As the bottle emptied, so did their ideas for saving the company, every idea hit a dead end. They went through the list of previous customers who had not renewed the orders.
"I've been through them all, phoned, coaxed, even bribed and offered sex, they even turned that down," said Carla.
Sarah then had an idea, "there is one we haven't tried, what about Mystique?"
"Ha, you have to be joking, they are too big for us, it would be a complete waste of time even trying." Replied Carla.
Sarah said, "It's better than just giving up, we had a very lucrative contract a few years ago, why not give it a go, they can only say no,"
"You don't know how we got those orders, the circumstances aren't the same."
Sarah said, " I have all night, tell me the story, oh and do you have another bottle."
Carla poured two more glasses and began to relate the story.
"It was ten or so years ago and Rosie Webster was my P.A. here at Underworld. After securing a large contract, we celebrated, got drunk and ended up at my apartment and ended up in bed fucking each other's brains out. It was a first time with a woman for both of us, and we loved it."
Sarah, sipped her wine and asked Carla to carry on.
"There was a trade show in Birmingham and I suggested that Rosie try to befriend then seduce the owner of Mystique's daughter, a stuck up little bitch called Tabitha." Continued Carla, then added, "you know Rosie, was sex on legs in those days and she managed to lure daddy's golden girl into bed."
"So we got the order that way," said Sarah.
Carla replied, "not straight away, it took a few trips to London and a stay at the villa in Barbados before Rosie dangled the possibilities of our supplying Mystique," then continued, "I remember the night we clinched the deal, Rosie was licking her pussy, while I concentrated on her boobs, that was my first lesbian threesome."
Sarah was amazed, and after taking another gulp, said, "go on,"
"There's not a lot more, I know I came more times than I could count and we had a multi thousand pound contract, not a bad nights business."
"So what happened? Why did they drop us? "Asked Sarah.
Carla smiled, "the old man was very old fashioned, he found out about his daughter and Rosie and married her off to some other rich kid, didn't renew at the end of the contract, it was a blow, but it had kept us going for a couple of years, if only."
"Is the old man still involved?" Asked Sarah.
Carla reached over to her laptop and searched for Mystique Lingerie.
"No, looks like he died a couple of years ago, the owner is now registered as Mrs Tabitha Robson."
Sarah smiled and said, "worth a try, perhaps she has fond memories of your tongue licking her pussy."
"Let me sleep on it." Said Carla.
The following day Carla was again working the phones and met with a little success by obtaining an order that would keep them going for a while, but had to cut the profit margins to the bone to secure it.
Her mind went back to Tabitha and Mystique and she wondered what the answer would be if she were to approach her.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," she said to herself as she dialled the number of the company, still based in London.
"Good morning, Mystique Holdings," said a very professional sounding operator.
Carla said, "Oh good morning, I wonder if it would be possible to speak with Mrs.Robson please."
The operator replied, she doesn't take calls, I can put you through to her PA."
"Thanks, that would be brilliant." Replied Carla, thankful that they hadn't just dismissed the call.
Tabitha's PA took Carla's call and was very pleasant, Carla explained that they were old friends and had done business in the past, and could she ask if a phone conversation would be possible.
The PA took the details and promised to pass on the request.
That night in her palatial home in the Surrey stockbroker belt, Tabitha lay in her bed, alone, she and her husband lived separated lives and he was away on "business" with his secretary no doubt.
The memories of her sexual awakening all those years ago with Rosie and then with Carla aroused her and her fingers crept down inside her sleep shorts and found her wetness.
As the fingers weaved their magical ways, her mind was full of images of a raven haired beauty gnawing at her breasts and using her tongue in the most incredible way.
After the orgasm had slowly receded, she smiled to herself and said, "I will certainly give Carla a ring, perhaps we can rekindle some of the old flames, I wonder if Rosie is still around?"
A week passed by and there had been nothing from Tabitha.
