Late in the afternoon, about two years after Harold Fowler had made Heidi Bergmann a woman of means, he was walking through the patio of a swanky hotel in Honolulu when he heard his name called out.
"Mr. Fowler, is that you?"
There, lounging in the shade was his former nemesis, Heidi herself, revealing a great deal of her beautiful body in a bright red bikini.
"Why, Miss Bergmann are you spending some of my company's money?"
"No, I'm here on a photo shoot. And you?"
"I'm here attending a gathering of insurance actuaries. Can you imagine anything duller than that?"
"Well give me a minute, but off the top of my head, nothing occurs to me. Are you staying here at the hotel?"
"Yes, perhaps you would like to rescue me from the actuaries by having dinner with me tonight."
"I'd love to, may I buy?"
"No, no, my company's treat. Shall we say seven in the hotel lobby?"
"Sounds great!"
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She picked out a bright red dress with a neckline sufficiently low. In front of the mirror, she leaned forward to check out the effect and decided it ought to arouse some interest. It was a move that had worked worked well with E. Paul, why change a good thing. Then she added a delicate gold necklace.
At two minutes after seven, she stepped out of the elevator and found him already sitting in the lobby.
"Am I late, Mr. Fowler? I'm sorry if I kept you waiting."
"I just this minute arrived myself, and please, call me Chuck."
"Good, what do you have in mind? For dinner, I mean,"
"He smiled at her little joke and said, "I know a quiet little Polynesian restaurant a couple of blocks off the beach, we can walk there if you like."
His heart skipped a beat when she hooked her arm in his and pressed her breast firmly into his arm. "It's a beautiful evening for a little walk," she said, smiling broadly at him.
After they were seated Mr. Fowler asked her, "So, Miss Bergmann, what have you been doing with yourself since you held us up?"
"Well, I tried doing nothing, but I couldn't stand that for long, so I went out looking for secretarial or accounting work and one of the places that interviewed me was a modeling agency. They convinced me to go have some photographs done for what they call a 'composite' and it has worked out fabulously well for me. I love the camera and apparently the camera loves me, as they like to say."
"Well I can see why the camera would like you, Miss Bergman."
She started to tell him to call her Heidi, but decided Miss Bergmann was just a little kinky and she rather liked it.
They had an exotic meal, which Heidi let him take charge of and order for the both of them. In addition, they each had a Mai Tai for dessert.
As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, a black Mercedes pulled silently up beside them and the restaurant doorman opened the door for them.
"It has gotten a little chilly and I thought we might rather ride back to the hotel," he said.
She thought to herself, "This guy is nothing, if not smooth." As a reward, she gave them both a better view down her neckline and a nice, thigh-high flash of her legs.
They settled into the seat and she said, "You know how to treat a girl right."
"Well I don't want you to go after me like you did that guy back at the office. That must have been very painful," he said patting her thigh. "Would you like to stop up in my room for a nightcap?"
"Sure, I don't have to be on the set until 10:00."
The driver dropped them off at the hotel and they went directly to the elevator. He pressed the topmost button and they ascended quickly. When the elevator stopped, Heidi noticed that there only seemed to be four doors on the entire floor. When Mr. Fowler opened one of them with his hotel card, she saw why. The room was enormous, with a beautiful view of the curve of the beach barely discernable in the fading light.
"What a beautiful view, what a beautiful room."
"Well, it ain't much, but it's what we do. Cognac?" he asked.
"That would be perfect."
He handed her a snifter and followed her over to the window, where she continued to admire the view, watching the lights begin to add a magical sparkle to the landscape.
"So, tell me about this photo shoot that you're doing."
"We're going to be right down there on the beach. It's a closed set, but I can leave a press pass for you at the front desk and if you can tear yourself away from your actuarial buddies you can hang out with a bunch of beautiful, scantily-clad young girls. At least they'd be figures of a different sort. We usually work until about three and then I guess the light isn't as good."
"Thank you, I'm sure it won't be as fascinating as trying to figure out how much to charge some old geezer for life insurance, but I could probably put up with it for a few hours."
At this point, he set his glass down on a nearby table, took hers from her and placed it next to his.
"He proceeded to run his hands up and down her shoulders and upper arms."
"Mr. Fowler, what kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"I'm really not sure, but I'd like to find out."
She turned and faced him. "Perhaps a kiss will give you a clue."
"Let's try," he said lightly placing his hands on her hips.
She put her arms around his neck, cocked her head, closed her eyes and placed her lips on his. After a moment, she pried his lips open with her tongue and forced it into his mouth. He responded in kind and continued to tongue-wrestle until they both had to come up for air.
"Does that help answer the question?", she said panting breathlessly.
"Oh I think so." She turned in his arms and lifted her hair up.
"Will you unclasp my necklace please?"
He deftly undid her necklace and put it on the table next to their brandy glasses, then slid the zipper of her dress down. She shrugged her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. She raised her arms, let him slide his hands around her body and cup them under her breasts.
"Miss Bergmann, those are magnificent," he said as he nuzzled her neck and gently lifted and massaged her tits. Her nipples hardened as he played with them.
She was becoming excited and she didn't want to lose control, just yet.
