Wendy Pt 05

*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story. Comments are always appreciated.

WENDY - Part 5

Wendy admired Charlie's aplomb when he picked them up, never batting an eye. Entering the office, Shirelle said that she'd get the coffee and bring it to them in Jonathan's office, knowing that Wendy wanted to talk to him.

"I wondered where everyone was," Jonathan said when Wendy and Mary entered his office.

"We're all 5 minutes early," Mary said, glancing at the clock.

"What do you have for me?" he asked as Shirelle entered with the coffees and placed them on the desk, smiling at Jonathan before leaving, never saying a word.

"That woman..." Jonathan started to say, then thought better of it and bit his tongue.

"She's pretty incredible, isn't she?" Wendy asked, smiling.

"She is at that," Jonathan agreed, "but so are the two of you."

"Don't worry, I'll suck your cock after the meeting," Mary said, smiling.

"Christ, Mary," Jonathan muttered.

"I think that you should keep one of the suites at Destinations to give to the executive chef to live in," Wendy said. "You own it, but you allow him rent-free living as part of his compensation package. That way we can offer a lower salary and it won't actually cost us anything to house him, we'd just be deferring the income from a sale. Whoever we pick, they're going to need to live somewhere. Let's make it easy for them."

"Talk with Fred and pick the one that you think that we should keep," Jonathan agreed. "It's a good idea."

"Chef Antinori will be here tomorrow," Wendy informed him. "I told Chef Jean to serve the exact same dinner - it was delicious - but to use Italian wines instead of French wines."

"Vera loved it," Jonathan said. "So did I. Same time?"

"Yes, 8:00," Wendy replied. "I've already had Shirelle ask the twins to help us out again. They did a great job with Chef Clouseau. I had Mary put this together yesterday," she said, sliding a 3-ring binder across the desk to him. "That's a copy for you. Each property with a brief description of what it is and a copy of the menu for its restaurant. I think that it will be useful for whoever the executive chef is."

"Nice work, Mary," Jonathan said, smiling at her.

"I approved the employee evaluation protocol yesterday and Shirelle has distributed it to the various department heads," Wendy continued. "I've asked them to have all of the interviews and evaluations done by the end of next week. I've also received the new photos of the individual properties with the exception of three of them and have started narrowing down the photos to the ones that we'll use for advertising, both online and print. I'm going to ask Fred to talk to the various properties and make sure that the online descriptions that we have are still valid and update them as necessary."

"The new reservation system training videos are ready to roll out. I'm going to have an explanatory email sent to each of the property managers explaining the program and asking them to make sure that their entire staff that needs to know how to use any aspect of the computer system has seen the training videos and taken and passed a quiz afterwards. I'll ask them to try to get it done by the end of the month, which is just over two weeks from now. As soon as that happens, we can roll out the new program and run it in parallel until we're certain that we no longer need the old system, at which point we would remove it."

"Send that email in my name," Jonathan suggested. "Let's let them know that I'm the one telling them to get it done."

"I'm sure that that will be very helpful," Wendy said, smiling. "Thank you."

"Anything else?" Jonathan asked.

"Not from me," Wendy said, getting to her feet. "But I do believe that Mary has something that she'd like to...discuss with you."

Mary entered the office a few minutes later and went over to Wendy and kissed her, the taste of Jonathan's cum still thick on her tongue and in her mouth.

"You are just so unfair sometimes," Wendy said with a sigh when Mary broke off the kiss.

Wendy spent the rest of the morning dealing with photos, grateful when Shirelle interrupted her with some lunch that she had ordered, the three of them eating in the sitting area.

"I need to go talk to Fred for a minute," Wendy said when they finished eating.

She explained to Fred that they wanted to keep ownership of one of the suites at Destinations for the new executive chef and they both agreed that the end unit would be best, with half the chance of any noise from a unit adjacent.

"I have three very nervous managers right now," Fred said.

"Good," Wendy reply. "There's just no excuse for how they've dragged their feet when all of the other properties have managed to comply with a simple request. They're holding us up. Would it bother you to lose any of them?" she asked.

"One of them is actually a good manager," Fred replied. "I can't imagine why he's been so remiss in getting the photos to us. The other two are professional managers, not an ounce of imagination between them, but good stewards for maintaining a status quo."

"Which is exactly the ennui that we're trying to change," Wendy said with some exasperation. "Well, hopefully they'll get with the program, but I honestly believe that we need people with creative energy that are always looking for ways to make any given situation better, not babysitters. That's not a recipe for success. We need dynamism to be dynamic."

Walking back to her office, Wendy's phone rang and she saw that it was Mr. Barrett.

"Hello, Wendy Rose," she answered.

"Ms. Rose, this is Sidney Barrett, Mr. Riletto's curator," he said.

"I remember who you are, Mr. Barrett," Wendy said, picturing him. "How can I help you?"

"We understand that EverSecure has successfully installed the security system in your home, is that right?" he asked.

"Yes, they did," Mary replied. "Oh, my gosh! I forgot to turn it on!"

"Yes, you did," Mr. Barrett agreed. "I remind you that there are legal and insurance reasons for the security system. Please, activate it and do not ever turn it off without letting us know. I implore you."

"I'll do it as soon as I get home from work," Wendy promised. "It won't happen again."

"Thank you, Ms. Rose, and have a nice evening," Mr. Barrett said, ending the call.

How on earth does Tony stand him, she wondered as she returned to her office and dove back into the photos. By the time she called it a day, Wendy felt drained. She had forgotten how tiring it could be to spend the whole day in a computer monitor.

"Charlie, are there any good pizza places nearby?" Wendy asked when she and Mary were in the car.

"There's Luigi's," Charlie replied. "Wood-fired pizza ovens. Supposed to be the best there is."

"Take us there, please," Wendy requested.

"Yes, ma'am," Charlie replied, driving for just a few minutes before pulling to the curb in front of a gaily-lit establishment with Luigi's in bright, green neon lights above the entrance.

"You're welcome to join us," Wendy said, "but I'd understand if you wanted to get home to your family."

"Thank you, but my wife and daughter would be happier if I went home for dinner," Charlie replied. "Maybe some other time, for lunch perhaps."

"Count on it," Wendy agreed, then exited the car with Mary right on her heels.

"This place feels good," Mary said when then entered.

"Bouna sera, senoritas," a smiling man greeted them. "Would you like a table?"

"Yes, please," Wendy replied, following him and sitting down at a red and white, checkerboard tablecloth covered table. "Thank you," she said when he handed them two large menus.

"They've got lots of things," Mary said as she perused the menu.

"Would you care for something to drink," a waiter asked when he approached the table.

"A beer, Heineken if you have it," Wendy ordered.

"Beer! Well, I'll be damned," Mary laughed. "Me, too, then."

"Pizza and beer got me through college," Wendy confessed. "This feels really good, like I'm getting back to my roots."

"Tension at work's been higher this week," Mary said. "You can feel it."

"We're getting close to rolling out all of the new programs," Wendy said. "Everyone is working hard to make it happen. Once it all goes live, everyone will relax a bit and things will get back to normal."

"Here are your beers," the waiter said as he returned to the table, placing a frosted mug in front of each of them, along with a bottle of Heineken. "Are you ready to order?" he asked.

"Can we just order the largest pizza you make with everything on it except meat things?" Wendy asked.

"Of course," the waiter replied, smiling. "Anything else, a salad perhaps?"

"Not for me," Wendy said, angling the frosted mug and pouring her beer, minimizing the buildup of head.

"Pizza's good for me, too." Mary said, pouring her own beer.

"Cheers!" Wendy said, clinking mugs with Mary then taking a deep draught, setting the mug down and licking the moustache of foam from her upper lip. "I've really been enjoying wine, but I love beer," she said. "I'm going to have to ask Dan to bring us some for the refrigerator."

The pizza arrived 10 minutes later and they both asked for another beer.

"Oh, this is so good," Wendy said after taking a bite from the slice that she held with two hands, rolling her eyes in delight. "This crust is amazing," she said, taking another bite just as the waiter appeared with their second beers.

"We brush the crust with garlic butter before it goes into the oven," he explained. "That gives it its flavor, as well as the crispiness."

"It's great," Wendy said. "Do you deliver?"

"Yes, in the downtown area only, though," the waiter said.

"I live at Destinations," Wendy told him.

"That would not be a problem," the waiter said. "I'll make sure that you have one of our take-away menus when you leave."

"Would it be possible to open an account, give you my credit card number to keep on file?" Wendy asked. "I'd tip the delivery person, of course, but that would be a lot easier for me."

"Yes, we do this with many of our customers," the waiter replied. "I'll also give you an application. The next time you come in, we'll get you signed up."

"This is great," Wendy said, taking another big bite. "I've been starting to think that eating all of that restaurant food is good, but it's pretty rich, too much salt, too much sugar. I need to start finding other places to eat, and being able to have food delivered, well, that's the best."

"Everyone does it these days," Mary said. "You don't cook?"

"Never really learned how," Wendy replied, smiling. "Can you?"

"I can feed myself, but it would be hard to call a lot of the things that I know how to make food," Mary laughed. "It's a shame, too, because we've got a really nice kitchen."

When they staggered off the elevator into the foyer, they were both holding their stomachs, having eaten too much but unable to stop. Even so, they still had three slices left over which they put into the refrigerator.

"I think tonight I want to try the jacuzzi," Wendy said.

"That sounds great," Mary said.

"These instructions were written for Stevie Wonder," Wendy said when she discovered the plastic card hanging from the side of the jacuzzi explaining its operation.

"Isn't he blind?" Mary asked, caressing Wendy's ass.

"That's my point," Wendy laughed, shaking her ass at Wendy. "This is easy," she said, proving her point by pressing a button and the jacuzzi immediately began to work.

"This feels so good," Mary sighed a while later.

"I'm going to go to bed," Wendy said, forcing herself to her feet. "I've got a big day tomorrow and I'm really beat."

"I can sleep in my own bed tonight," Mary said, "though it will traumatize me for life."

"Such a pity," Wendy said, laughing as she climbed out of the jacuzzi. "See you in the morning. Oh, shit! I still haven't turned on the alarm system. Mr. Barrett will be calling me again if I don't."

Only after activating the alarm system, which turned out to be very easy, was Wendy able to go to her bedroom and crawl into bed and be almost immediately asleep.

"I can't decide what to wear," Wendy said the next morning when Mary came to her bedroom.

"Does it matter?" Mary asked. "Whatever you wear looks hot."

"Chef Antinori is arriving today," Wendy replied. "We even canceled the usual Friday morning meeting. I have to pick him up at the airport."

"Then dress as hot as possible," Mary laughed. "You want him to take the job, give him as many reasons as possible to do so, including the privilege of getting to drool over you. That would be your blue outfit, by the way, the one with the almost transparent top that doesn't do anything to hide your breasts. The skirt's so short it's almost illegal. If that doesn't give him a cramp between the legs, nothing will."

"I'm not trying to get him to fuck me in the back of the limo," Wendy laughed.

"You don't know that yet," Mary laughed. "Maybe he's really hot and you won't be able to resist."

"My, my, my," Shirelle said when she saw Wendy when she arrived at the office with Mary. "And the good lord rested on the seventh day and saw that it was good. Go on in. I'll bring the coffee. It's a good thing I already sucked his cock, otherwise he'd have you on his desk. Come to think of it, he just might anyway," she said, laughing.

"Nice, very nice," Jonathan said when Wendy entered his office, his whole face smiling.

"You've seen this before," Wendy said, blushing as she sat down.

"Well, today it seems to look especially appetizing on you," Jonathan said.

"I'm meeting Chef Antinori at the airport," Wendy explained as Shirelle showed up with their morning coffees. "I'd like to use your limousine again."

"Thank you, Shirelle," Jonathan said, quickly echoed by Wendy and Mary. "Yes, of course. Make him happy and let's hope that he makes us happy."

"Other than that, nothing new," Wendy said.

"Okay then," Jonathan said.

Chef Antinori's flight wasn't due until just before 2:00, so Wendy dove back into the photos, noticing one more new batch of photos in a file in her email from one of the three tardy properties. Slowly but surely, she got each properties' photos whittled down to just 6 or 8, all of which she would feel comfortable putting onto the website or any of the print media. Shirelle ordered lunch in for the three of them and Wendy tried to focus herself for the upcoming meeting, hoping for the best.

She recognized him right away from his photos, but for some reason hadn't expected him to be so tall, an inch or so taller than her. He had an infectious, easy smile beneath big, round black eyes above a prominent Roman nose, his head a tousled mess of curly black hair. He had a heavy 5:00 shadow and had a traveling bag slung over one shoulder.

"Chef Antinori," Wendy called out, waving a hand to attract his attention.

"Yes, I am Gianni Antinori," he said, smiling at her. "You are very beautiful. Who are you?"

"I'm Wendy Rose, COO of the Clandestine Group," Wendy replied.

"And smart, too," he said, nodding his approval. "It is my pleasure to meet you," he said, giving a short bow, a smile creasing his face.

"We've arranged for a suite at our property downtown," Wendy explained as she walked with him to the limousine. "If you'd like, I can take you there now and get you settled in, maybe rest a bit. We're having dinner with Jonathan Hooks, our CEO, and his wife Vera this evening at 8:00."

"I do not need to rest," he said as he sat back in the limo, completely at ease. "I'd rather see something of this city and the area. If I'm going to be working here, I'd like to feel the place a bit first."

"I have to confess that I know next to nothing about this city," Wendy said. "I've only been with Clandestine for a few months and have been mostly working. I moved here from California. I live at our property where you'll be staying and I don't drive."

"Driver," he called out. "Could you give us a tour of the city? At your discretion. Please tell us about anything that you consider interesting."

"Yes, sir," the driver agreed.

Wendy found it interesting to finally see the city, John, the driver, being a native and very well acquainted with its history. When he stopped on an overlook just outside of town so that they could see the entire city from a vantage point, Chef Antinori exited the limousine first, then turned to offer a hand to Wendy, who, as she stepped out of the car, realized that her short skirt was totally exposing her, especially with her legs spread the way they were in the middle of stepping out. Looking up, she saw that his eyes were focused on her pussy, a smile on his face.

"So much beauty in one woman is inspiring," he said as she finally exited the limousine and stood up, her face flushed, feeling the flood of juices between her legs, not pulling her hand away from his, enjoying the momentary flash of electricity between them. "It is a nice city," he said, letting her hand go as he turned to take in the vista before him. "I like to have nature easily available so that I can purge myself of the negative energy of crowded population centers. Negative energy stifles creativity."

"I can imagine that it does," Wendy said.

"And the smell of the forests and the mountains," he said, inhaling deeply through his nose. "Yes, this would not be a bad place to live and work."

John continued to show them the surrounding area and by the time he finally took them to Destinations, Wendy felt that she actually knew something about the city and was determined to see more of it, especially the surrounding, less urbanized areas. Realizing that she was going to give Chef Antinori another eyeful as he once again offered her a hand as she exited, she looked up to see him unabashedly staring at her pussy.

"Inspiration is very important in creativity," he said to her as she finally stood, her cheeks flushed, his smile intriguing, not lascivious.

Wendy had already taken care of any sort of check-in and had the suite's key card with her. She showed him to the suite and led him inside, handing him the key card.

"I hope that you will be comfortable here," she said.

"This is very nice," he said, looking around. "I'm sure that I will be very comfortable."

"Should I come get you for dinner?" she asked. "It's going to be at 8:00."

"I would appreciate it if you would," he replied. "And thank you for the informative tour and your company."

"It was my pleasure, Chef Antinori," Wendy replied, smiling. "I learned a lot, too."

"Please, my name is Gianni," he said.

"Okay," Wendy said. "I'll see you just before 8:00, Gianni."

"I look forward to that," he replied, his smile making her knees weak as she left.

Get a grip, Wendy told herself, surprised at her reaction to him. Yes, he was handsome and had a gentle basic nature, but it was something more that she had sensed. She smiled as she remembered the smile on his face when he had seen her pussy when he was helping her from the limousine, not actually lustful, but more appreciative. Other than Jonathan, she had never reacted to a man the way she had to Gianni, just a visceral feeling of attraction.

Wendy was relaxing in her swimming pool when Mary arrived from work, immediately dropping her clothes and sitting down on the edge of the pool.

"You want to eat my pussy?" she asked, leaning back on her hands and bringing her feet up onto the edge, well apart, spreading her pussy wide open. "I could use it."

"Mmm, I'd love to," Wendy said, moving over in front of her and dragging the flat of her tongue up through her pussy before sinking it into her, smiling when she heard her sigh and felt her hand gently caressing her head as she ate her, lapping up the tangy juices that immediately started to flow.