"How are you feeling?" Zabi asked as she placed the glass of fruit juice on the bedside table.
"Like I'm dying." Alex replied. "Are you sure I haven't caught malaria?"
Zabina sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly felt the temprature of Alex's head. The fever had dropped off a great deal over night, and truth be told she had been a little worried about just how hot Alex had become. There had been a bout of forty eight hour flu going around and Zabi was fairly sure Alex had caught it. Although Alex was convinced she had either malaria or pneumonic plague.
As normal when she was ill, Zabi had sat up all night comforting the distressed Alex. It wasn't that Alex didn't cope well with illness, the words 'totally impossible' would be Zabi's choice.
Zabi was fairly sure Alex was far better than she was letting on and had concocted a cunning plan to get her back on her feet sooner rather than later.
"Yes I am very sure you haven't got malaria. It's a flu virus. You'll be back to your normal self in a day or so." Zabi reassured.
"Well I'm sure its malaria and I'll be lucky if I'm still alive in a day or so." Alex retorted pouting.
Zabi sighed. Alex was possibly the worst patient in the world. What she needed was an incentive to get better.
An idea formed in her mind and Zabina grinned happily. It may not get Alex back on her feet quicker, but it would be fun trying.
***
A full day had passed since the idea had come to Zabi. A full day for her to prepare her plan.
Phase one.
Steam lifted off the bowl of her special chicken soup. Made to a secret recipe handed down through the generations of Vitelli women. That was what she had told Alex. Actually it was out of a tin and Zabi just added a sprinkle of
pereroncino
an Italian pepper made from diavoletti chilies.
"I made you some of your favorite soup." Zabi announced as she approached the recumbent Alex.
An expression of joy crossed Alex's face. "That's so lovely of you, and just what I need to make me feel better."
Zabi placed the tray on a stool while she helped Alex in to a sitting position. A crisp white napkin was then placed on 'dying' Alex's chest to catch any spills. Then Zabi positioned the tray on the bed.
"No let me do it." Zabi insisted as Alex reached for the spoon. "Save your strength."
Proficiently Zabina took the spoon and lifted a helping of soup out of the bowl. A delicate blow cooled the surface of the soup a little before spoon made its way to Alex's mouth and fed the spicy hot soup in. Another napkin followed the spoonful to gently dab away any escaped moisture.
The spoon dipped in to the bowl again and the entire procedure was repeated.
Zabi was fully aware that the feeding was making Alex a little hot. Not only from the delicious soup but from the extremely sensuous way Zabi was feeding her. There was nothing erogenous about the touching, but Zabi was sure the actions in themselves were beginning to make her feel a little flustered.
"Would you like some juice?"
Alex nodded beads of perspiration forming on her brow.
Zabina cupped the glass on top of the napkin and lifted it to Alex's lips, allowing her a short drink. A tiny amount of juice escaped to run down her chin.
Very softly Zabina dabbed the miniscule amount of liquid off Alex's chin, then continued the action down her neck, and on to where the drip had come to a rest just above the top of Alex's night shirt.
The napkin brushed against skin as softly as Zabi could manage, ensuring that it slipped slightly under the cotton of the shirt.
Alex gave a little gasp as the napkin tenderly brushed her skin.
With a slight smile Zabina continued the feeding. Once the bowl was finished Zabi placed the items back on the tray.
"Did you manage to email those images off to that web company?" Zabi inquired innocently.
"Crap." Alex swore. She had been working on some designs for a web designer that contracted out some of the artwork to Alex. She had done all the work involved, but with the onset of her illness she had forgotten to email the files back.
"You just stay there." Zabi said as she gently pushed Alex back on to the piled pillows. "I'll get your laptop and you can talk me through what to do."
"Thank you babe." Alex replied grateful for the offered help.
Phase two.
Zabi returned the tray to the kitchen then hurried to the spare room where she had the next step of her plan ready to go.
She quickly slipped out of her shirt and shorts. Underwear had intentionally been left off to make for a quicker change.
Next she dressed in an old business suit. An outfit she had worn to charm a restaurant critic when the Casa Vitelli had first opened. It was going to be a little tight now but that would serve her purpose even better.
The charcoal grey skirt was fairly short and extremely tight. She had to take a breath to get it to fasten, but it hugged her hips and backside perfectly.
Next the matching jacket. This was supposed to be worn with a blouse, but for this special occasion there would be nothing but her flesh underneath. It was cut fairly narrow at the waist and the double breasted design pushed her chest upwards to show a lot of cleavage and only just cover her nipples.
Finally she slipped on a pair of black heels. Not too high, just enough to accent her stance and to add the finishing touches to the outfit. As a final polish she put a pair of black rimmed glasses on. The lenses weren't ground so they were purely for show, but they did make her look like a very sexy sectary.
She glanced at herself in the mirror.
"Smoking." She complimented the reflection. If this didn't stir feelings in Alex, then maybe she was dying, she thought.
Zabina walked back in to the bedroom, ensuring her heels clicked nicely on the tiled floor. Alex's laptop clutched tightly to her chest. Loving how the material rubbed against her naked flesh. If it wasn't doing anything for Alex, it certainly was for Zabina.
Alex's eyes widened when she saw how Zabi was dressed.
"Special occasion?" She managed to croak.
Positioning a chair by the side of the bed Zabina sat down, purposely allowing the tight skirt to ride further up her thighs.
"Not really." She replied. "I just thought if I was going to be your sectary I may as well look the part."
Alex took a hurried gulp of juice.
Zabina shifted slightly in the chair allowing her skirt to ride up a little further, then with her legs pressed tightly together she placed the laptop on her knees. Ensuring she arched her back slightly to push her breasts out a little and make the top button of her jacket strain slightly.
A second gulp of juice followed the first.
"Now Miss Rowe where would you like me to start?" Zabi asked suggestively as she switched the laptop on.
As the email was dictated, Zabina could feel Alex's gaze running over her body, without making any eye contact she absently reached up and undid the top button of her jacket letting out a deep breath as she did, to mimic feeling more comfortable. Of course what Alex didn't know was, Zabi had switched on the webcam fitted in to the laptop, so that she could see exactly how much cleavage she was showing. Although with the top button undone it was more like how much nipple she was showing.
Zabi risked a glance towards Alex and noted with satisfaction that her mouth was hanging slightly open and her breathing had gone a little shallower. A very good sign the plan was working and Alex was becoming aroused.
The next part of phase two was going to be fun.
"So where did you save the files?" Zabi asked in pretend confusion.
Alex's attention drifted away from Zabina's breasts and back to her face. "Oh. Erm, they are on a flash drive on my desk."
"Ah. No problem." Zabi replied smiling. "I'll just go and get it."
Leaning forward she bent at the waist to place the laptop on the floor and allowing gravity to aid her breasts in their bid to escape the confines of the jacket.
There were two slight moans.
One from Zabina as sensitive nipples brushed across the material of her jacket and out in to the open.
And one from Alex as she watched the scene unfold.
As she straightened, Zabi performed a rehearsed trick and pushed her bare bosoms back in to the jacket. The entire movement would have suited a burlesque show.
Zabina stood and smoothed the skirt back down her thighs, pushing her bottom out as she did so, then walked briskly out of the room allowing her heels to click as she went.
Once out of sight, she took a minute to lean against a wall and take a breather. She always loved how wearing clothes in an erotic way could be more arousing than wearing nothing at all. She knew that not only did it work on a visual aspect, but she could also revel in the feel of the material as it was in permanent contact with so many erogenous zones. She fully understood why Alex loved to feel her naked skin against Zabina's leather coat.
Taking another deep breath Zabi slipped the flash drive from her pocket and walked back in to the room. This time she took slightly longer strides, this had the double effect of making her breasts bounce a little more and ensured her skirt would slide up her thighs. The higher the skirt slid the longer the stride became.
By the time she reached the chair her nipples were peeking out again and the skirt was a bare few inches below showing that had no underwear on.
She returned to sitting without smoothing the skirt down, allowing it to shift another inch higher. Then repeated the bending down trick to retrieve the laptop.
After a few minutes of attaching files to the email whilst under the longing gaze of Alex, Zabina clicked 'send' on the email and smiled at the flustered Alex.
"Well that's all done." She said innocuously. "Would you like some more juice?"
A tiny spark of pity flared in Zabina's heart as she saw the despairing look on her lover's face. Fleetingly she wondered if she should abandon phase three and go straight to phase four. Then she smiled again, realising phase four would be far more enjoyable if she carried on as planned.
Alex licked her lips and nodded weakly. Unable to tear her eyes off the sexy figure sitting next to her.
Zabina smiled happily clutched the laptop back to her chest and strode out of the room feeling the hem of her skirt finally expose the lower part of her behind.
