"May I help you sir?" the unexpected beauty smiled at me when she answered the door. Our eyes met and there was an extended pause -- we definitely had an instant connection.
The short, attractive, cinnamon-brown skinned woman caused me to briefly forget where I was and why I was there. Libby had previously warned me to be prepared for anything when I visited this client, but obviously I wasn't.
"Umm...yes, David Tyler. I have an appointment with Mrs. Blankenship." I finally replied.
"Yes, Mr. Tyler." She said with a slight accent; Puerto Rican or Dominican I guessed. "Miss Lois is expecting you."
I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me.
"Please follow me." She turned and led me through a cavernous entryway.
I didn't catch too many details of the surroundings. My eyes locked onto the ample hips, thick calves and the perfectly formed ass that sashayed beneath the tight, dark dress in front of me. She glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that I was watching and smiled again.
She knew I was looking! The front of my slacks grew tighter as I followed.
All too soon we arrived at another door and we entered a sitting room that was the size of my entire apartment.
"Miss Lois will be right with you...can I get you anything?" she asked.
"No, I'm fine."
Our eyes met again and for a long moment we exchanged more smiles. I was tempted in that moment to ask for her name and beg her to go for a drink with me. She finally turned and left me alone in the room, still thinking about her ass. It took a few seconds to come back to myself and my task. I surveyed the spacious room while I mentally reviewed my plan.
I was here to meet with my first A-Level Client -- Lois Blankenship, with total account values just north of $98mm. She was a 62-year-old widow. Louis, (Lois and Louis -- wow!) her late husband had been a long-haul trucker most of his life until 20 years ago when he hit the Power Ball Jackpot; they netted almost $80mm.
"Wild Louie" had always been a bit of a "hell raiser". He spent lavishly on cars, parties, a yacht, expensive escorts, drugs and booze. He died 2 years later from a heart attack brought on by a cocaine overdose -- he was in a Nevada bordello at the time. In those few years he'd spent more than a third of the winnings.
Lois never re-married. She had been a former elementary school "lunch-lady", crossing guard, assistant librarian, bank receptionist, and exotic dancer. One of her "claims-to-fame" was dropping out of college and spending 3 years following the Grateful Dead around the world. She was also more prudent when it came to managing and spending the money that was left; she'd been an Accounting major. Her goal was to recoup what Louie had spent and then more than double the original $80mm.
Her most extravagant expense had been her home, a 12-bedroom mansion sitting on 20+ acres, where she also maintained a live-in staff of 5. She had no children, but occasionally allowed one of several nieces or nephews to stay with her.
Lois had been one of Libby's first clients, the two were also close friends. According to the notes that she had given to me, Lois was a practical, free-spirit, with occasional ravenous appetites. She also had a particular attraction to men (and women) of color. Hence why Libby considered me to be a "perfect fit" as her new account manager.
I had just settled into a large leather chair, when the door at the opposite end of the room opened and Lois Blankenship entered. She wore simple sandals, beaded jewelry, and very little make-up, and a linen, powder-blue, ankle length dress. Her natural, silver-white hair was neatly styled and shoulder length. Her alert blue-eyes and tanned skin gave her the appearance and impression of an aging hippie-flowerchild.
Lois is a rather tall and robust woman, at least a size 16 and 5'10" (I'm 6'1"). She keeps herself in good shape, although she is clearly proud of her ample curves. The dress she wore had slits on both sides that ended mid-thigh, revealing a large peace-sign tattoo on the left one.
I stood to greet her as she strode towards me. When I extended my hand, she paused, smiled, and reached past it with both arms to pull me into a tight, cushy bear-hug. Her breasts felt like large pillows pressed against my chest.
Libby had informed me that her friend tended to be "friendly and forward -- so just go with it!"
"David, I am so glad to finally meet you..." she smiled, slowly releasing me from the embrace and kissing me on the cheek very close to my mouth. She continued to hold my hands.
"The pleasure's all mines, Mrs. Blank..." I started, but she cut me off.
"Lois..." she corrected me.
"Lois." I agreed.
She led me over to a small table and for the next 20 minutes we got down to the business of reviewing her accounts. She was in good standing; growth was slow and steady, better than 12% over the previous year -- she liked conservative management. I made a few recommendations, some outside of her normal comfort zone, but not too risky -- my goal for her was 15% or better. She agreed and we went over the plan.
"Drinks, Miss Lois?"
I didn't notice the sexy, "brown angel's" return.
"Yes, thank you, Daniella -- a pitcher of your special Sangria would be nice." Lois looked to me and I nodded.
"Daniella" I thought to myself as I watched her depart, which Lois noticed.
"She is delicious, isn't she...?" she smiled at me, squeezing my forearm, as the door closed.
"Um, yes..." I was a little embarrassed that Lois had caught me looking.
"Don't be ashamed," she assured me, smiling slyly. "That ass is one of the reasons that I hired her!"
We continued with more money talk until Daniella returned with a pitcher of Sangria and two glasses -- business was officially over. From there the conversation became more personal: my background, family, hopes and fears, etc.
"And how do you like working 'under' my dear friend, Libby...?" Lois smiled.
I caught the innuendo -- no doubt the friends had shared the details of my encounter with Libby.
"I have absolutely no problems with being...'under'...Libby." I smiled back.
"She is so naughty sometimes, isn't she...?" Lois added.
From there the conversation was steered towards the house. After describing several features she decided to give me a tour instead. We poured ourselves more Sangria, she took my arm and led me to the outdoor area which featured a very lavish "Feng Shui" style garden, patio and pool. The view beyond was amazing -- fields, forest, mountains in the far background. If nothing else, I hoped to come here as many times as possible to enjoy the scenery.
Along our tour I met another member of her live-in staff, her driver/mechanic, Darien. He was in the garage tuning one of her 5 classic cars. He's Black and maybe in his late-20s. Based on the way they greeted each other, it was obvious that Darien enjoyed tuning and maintaining a lot more than Lois's car collection.
