My cell ringer woke me and as I grabble for it I knocked it off the night stand; by the time I retrieved it from the floor the call had gone to voice mail. I could see from the caller ID that Ginger was calling me. A minute later I got notification that I had a voice mail. Her message was. "Allen its Ginger give me a call when you get the message."
When I disconnected from my voice mail box I realized it was one thirty in the afternoon. I'd slept all morning which isn't normal for me even if I was up late. I giggled thinking. Staci must have really worn me out last night. I pulled on the boxer shorts that I'd removed before getting in bed and headed to the bathroom; took care of business, splashed some cold water on my face and headed for the kitchen. Normally I brew a pot of coffee when I first get up but since it was already afternoon I opted for a bottle of cold spring water.
Ginger's cell phone rang twice before she answered. "Hiya Allen." She greeted me.
"Sorry I missed your call." I apologized without offering that I was still in bed.
I hadn't seen Ginger since Kay and I visited her two weeks ago and I expected her to question me about why I haven't called her.
"I met with Kay last night." Ginger said.
"Yes I know she told me you two were getting together to talk about her shop." I answered.
I wondered if during their time together the episode with Marshall was discussed, but I figured if Ginger knew about him she'd say something to me.
"We have somewhat of a problem Allen." Ginger started.
When a woman says something like that I always expect the worst so I played dumb and replied. "We do?"
Ginger continued. "I looked over her books last night; and judging from her expenses and gross sales her business will be bankrupt within six months."
"That is a problem; what can we do?" I asked.
"As I see it she needs to upgrade her inventory and her cliental. Selling used furniture used to be quite lucrative but today with the internet you have to offer customers something chic and affordable." Ginger explained.
I waited to see if she was going to add something else but her pause told me she wanted my input. "I couldn't agree more; that's why I took her up north to buy some antiques. I think an advertising campaign might also help out." I suggested.
"The problem is she doesn't have the capital to buy more inventory and do an ad campaign too." Ginger remarked. This time she didn't wait for me to speak. "I offered to become a silent partner so I could give her an infusion of cash to keep the shop open while we transform it from a second hand furniture shop to a trendy home furnishings boutique."
"What did she say?" I asked.
"She basically said that she was all for upgrading the shops offerings; but as far as taking on a silent partner she said she had gotten along on her own since she opened the shop after her husband passed and that somehow she'd find a way to handle the financial part herself." She explained.
"She can be a little stubborn sometime." I remarked.
Ginger acknowledged that statement with a defined. "Uh ha."
"I was thinking maybe you could talk to her Allen." Ginger suggested.
I knew that convincing Kay to accept financial help from Ginger would be a tall order but I was willing to give it a try. "I'd love to hun." I replied.
"Great thanks; so what else has been happening with you?" She asked then added. "I was beginning to think you are avoiding me."
"Not intentionally." I quickly answered.
"I know I've been super busy at the office, but I could always make time for a visit from you." She remarked.
I recall that she and I talked about fucking in her office and that's something I'd love to have happen. "I wouldn't want to just come strolling in and expect you to drop everything." I said as a kind of excuse.
"You do have my cell number; all you need to do is give me a call. I can clear my schedule for an hour or two if I have a couple hours' advance notice." She suggested.
"Kay did tell me you've been very busy the last couple weeks." I remarked.
She giggled then said. "Yeah if I wasn't tied up with an evening disposition I'd have been the one joining Kay to fuck that monster black cock a couple nights ago."
I laughed and said. "What we give up for our jobs." I wondered if Kay had told Ginger about Fran and me joining her when Marshall came by.
"Mindy tells me that you haven't stopped by Brewster's lately either; have you lost interest in fucking her too." She remarked with a rather sarcastic tone in her voice.
Her tone of voice kind of pissed me off so I replied. "What makes you think I want to fuck your daughter?"
She answered. "I've seen how you look at Mindy, and how she looked at you when we were in the hot tub. I know my daughter better than anyone and believe me she can't wait to have your hard cock."
Since Ginger was convinced that I've been avoiding her and clearly believes that I want to fuck her daughter I made a suggestion. "Maybe you'd like me to come by later today and fuck you both."
"Ain't happening Allen; Mindy went to the beach this weekend with a couple girlfriends and I'm at the office reviewing discovery subpoenas." Ginger explained.
"You're at the office?" I asked.
Her sarcastic tone returned. "I think I just said that."
"How long..." I started to say but was interrupted by her. "Long enough." Ginger said.
I figured I might as well go for it and said. "Would you like some company?"
She giggled and replied. "What I'd really like is some hard cock."
"I can be there in an hour." I answered.
"Park on the side and use the employee entrance." She said acknowledging she was totally alone in her office.
"Do you want me to bring anything?" I asked.
Ginger laughed again and replied. "Just what's between your legs."
"Okay I'm gonna take a quick shower and I'll see you later." I replied.
Ginger disconnected without saying another word.
I showered quickly and slipped on a pair of jeans; not bothering with under ware and a sport shirt that I didn't tuck in my jeans.
Ginger's flashy red Beamer was the lone car in the parking lot outside her firm's office. It was parked beside the door marked employees only. I pulled in beside her car and jumped out of my sedan.
The door was unlocked and after going inside I thought about turning the dead bolt but figured we'd be in the privacy of her office and if anyone else came in we'd be safe.
I walked down the long hall surveying the name plates on each door, finally coming to an office with the door ajar. Ginger's name was on that door. She must not have heard me enter because as I stepped into the doorway she was diligently studying the file open in front of her. I stood there silently watching as she read the file.
She wore a casual pullover sleeveless blouse but since she was seated at her desk I couldn't tell what else she had on. Her hair appeared to have been brushed out without styling of any kind and I couldn't detect any make-up as I watched her work.
She must have sensed that I was there because without making a sound Ginger looked up from her work and said. "Are you sneaking up on me?"
I smiled and replied. "Absolutely."
She placed a pen on the page she was reading and flipped the file closed.
"Come in and close the door." She said.
I stepped inside and slowly closed the solid wood door its latch clanging as it secured its self.
Ginger stood up and stepped from behind her desk. She had a pair of tight jeans on and to my complete surprise white tennis shoes.
As she approached she apologized. "Sorry about the casual attire."
I smiled and answered. "Hey it's Saturday and you had no idea you'd have company."
She continued walking toward me stopping when she was within reaching distance. I placed my hands on her hips as she looked up into my eyes.
"I want to apologize for my sarcastic remarks when we talked earlier." Ginger said.
I pulled her closer causing her to smile. "I deserve it; I should have given you a call to see how you've been." I said letting her know her remarks were called for.
She smiled and offered me a light kiss on the lips which I accepted happily.
Ginger took my hand and said. "Come sit with me."
She led us to the brown leather love seat along one side of her office. "I sometimes sleep here when it's really busy." She admitted.
"It doesn't look very comfortable." I remarked as we sat down beside one another.
"I always wake up with a stiff back." Ginger replied.
I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes. "We should talk about Mindy." I suggested.
She pulled her hand from mine and turned to face me more directly. "Mindy is a big girl; if she wants to fuck someone there's no way I'm going to be able to stop her. She's had a thing for seducing men I've been with before." Ginger offered.
"She is quite a flirt." I admitted.
