Amy and Dee
By Sandy Paris
There will a lead-in before there is any sexual activity, so if that is what you're after, look elsewhere.
All characters are fictitious, over eighteen and all sexual activity is consensual.
Any resemblance to actual persons is accidental.
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I climbed onto the stool and briefly checked myself out in the mirror behind the bar, until my thoughts were interrupted with a question, "Can I help you, Ma'am?" I smiled at the bartender in his smart waistcoat, crisp white shirt and stylish silk tie.
"Thank you, can I have a gin and tonic please."
He turned away and I looked back into the mirror. I'm twenty-two years of age, at five feet nine inches, above average height for a girl, I'm slim, with small breasts, but my long legs make up for that. I have long, very dark brown hair that reaches the middle of my back, brown eyes with a nice face. I have quite a thin upper lip that had always annoyed me because I thought that it detracted from my looks. I've never had any problem attracting interest, but I haven't found the girl for me yet. I'm a lesbian, I've known that I was for many years and I'm comfortable with it. As my drink was put down in front of me, I smiled at the barman and crossed my legs. I was wearing a neat blue dress that ended mid-thigh and showed plenty of those legs.
I looked around, but the bar was quiet. I had an interview in the morning for a post as a management trainee with a large services supply company. My interview was at ten o'clock and, as I lived with my aunt a good distance away, I'd travelled here earlier and was staying the night. It was an upmarket hotel and I'd decided to splurge. I was lucky, I suppose, that I had the money. It had come from my parents who'd died in an accident six years ago but I'd rather have had them than the money. My aunt had done her best, performed miracles actually, but she was much older than my Mum and her health wasn't great. Even so, I had no right to complain.
I was brought back to the here and now by someone taking the barstool next to me. She also ordered a gin and tonic and I got the chance to look her over. About four inches shorter than me, shoulder-length fair hair, a wide smile, lovely pale blue eyes and a few years older than me. She wore a black tailored skirt and a beige silk blouse that were not from a chain store. She had a fuller figure than me, more curvaceous, nice legs and a nice smile. I was able to get a good look at her in the mirror, she was gorgeous.
I noticed that she checked her watch twice in a short period of time and she sighed rather audibly. I have no idea what prompted me to speak, but I asked, "I assume that whoever you're waiting for is late. It's really annoying, I hate lateness."
She turned to me and smiled. "So, do I, really hate it and when she gets here, if she gets here, it won't make things any easier."
I smiled, but said nothing until she asked, "So, have you been stood up as well?"
"No, I'm here for an interview tomorrow and live so far away that I decided to splash out and stay here overnight. I simply felt like a couple of drinks before an early night."
"What's the job, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Not at all. It's a management trainee job at Haskell and Company. I graduated from Lancashire University with a Master's degree in business management. Haskells training programme has a good reputation and I fancy living in this city."
"I've heard good things about that programme." She replied and it was right then that her 'date' appeared looking flustered. She was mid-thirties, nice figure with blond hair, but it looked as if she'd thrown her clothes on without much thought. As my bar friend said goodbye, she wished me good luck.
I sat thinking about the woman and her friend. Somehow, I couldn't see the two of them as a pair. My friend was obviously much older than me, but she was gorgeous and there was something about her. Later on, that night as I lay in bed she came to mind again and I regretted not knowing who she was. Despite our age difference, there was something that enticed me.
*****
Haskells offices were smart, modern and gave off an air of competence. They provide services to other companies, everything from distribution to HR. Most of their clients were smaller companies who couldn't justify having departments for personnel, audit, accountancy, advertising or legal advice. Other larger companies contracted Haskells to undertake specific functions, the most important of which was distribution.
I'd spent a good deal of time considering the suit that I wore and it had set me back a fair sum, but I knew that it would make an impression. The question was, would I make such a good impression during the interviews? Interviews, there were two and by the end, I knew that I could not have acquitted myself any better. Helen, one of the staff, took me on a tour of the building and told me about their work in more detail. After about forty-five minutes we stopped at the lifts where she said, "Amy, that's the end of the tour. I hope that you enjoyed it and found it useful. Obviously, as you were given the tour, they're considering you. It doesn't mean they've decided, but you're in the running. Now, I can take you down and you can go, but if you'd like lunch there's a dining room upstairs and I'll treat you."
"Lunch would be great. I've got a couple of hours on the train to get home."
The dining room was welcoming and the food was good. Helen and I chatted and the things she said made me all the more eager for this post. We were back at the lifts and as the door opened, I was stunned to see my friend from the bar the previous evening step out. She saw me and smiled, "How was your interview?"
"It was great, I think anyway. You work here?" I was so surprised that I struggled to get the words out.
"Yes, I do. Maybe we'll bump into each other again. Good luck." With that, she turned and walked off.
Helen and I got into the lift, she turned to me with wide eyes, "How do you know Ms Manning?"
"I don't. She sat next to me in the hotel bar for about ten minutes last night. I had no idea she worked here or even what her name was."
"Deirdre Manning prefers Dee. She manages one of the teams that handle our larger clients. She's a big noise around here. Some people call her Frosty, she can be a bit icy."
Two hours later I took my first sip of a very expensive gin and tonic on the train north. Twice the price of the one I'd had the previous evening and half as good. I thought about the interview and Dee Manning. I'd love to get to know her better, but even if I did get the job, she was well out of my league. That thought didn't stop me from dreaming about her that night. It was pretty lewd; she stood over me as I ate her pussy whilst she demanded more.
*****
I spent the next month working as a temp in a large department store. I didn't really like it, but the staff discount helped fill my wardrobe and shoe collection. That gave me four weeks before I started work for Haskells and time to find a place to live. I bought a decent-sized apartment near the city centre and had time to settle in. My Aunt was going to miss me, but she wished me well as I waved goodbye. I was looking forward to a new start and maybe the chance to find someone to share my life with.
Training starts
The first two weeks at Haskells were a whirlwind of things so that the four of us who'd been taken onto the management training programme could learn about the company. All four of us were female, which was a first for Haskells. The other three women were nice and friendly, but I knew after the first week that I wasn't going to be close to any of them. I was allocated to the services department for the first year. They provided everything that a small company could need to help them. After a month, I felt that I was getting a grip on what was required and started to enjoy it. I didn't have much social life, a few drinks with other staff, but that was the limit.
I was leaving work one Friday evening with no plans, except a trip to the supermarket and doing some laundry. The lift door opened and I stepped in without paying much attention to the only other occupant. "Good evening Miss King, how are you getting on?"
I looked up to see who'd spoken and to my surprise found that it was Deirdre Manning. "Oh, hello. Yes, thank you, I'm doing okay, fine actually, enjoying it now that I've settled in."
"Good." She said nothing else, but I wondered how she knew my name.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"That was a question, but I'm guessing it was something else."
I smiled. "How do you know my name?"
"I know the names of all the new trainees. Having bumped into you and recognising you from the hotel bar I asked about you."
"So, you know all my secrets."
"I doubt that and, in any case, you know who I was dating."
"I guess that things didn't work out. Although that's none of my business."
"It's okay, even Frosty melts from time to time."
I burst out laughing before saying, "So you know your nickname?"
"Of course. I don't mind, it's mostly true." She hesitated before asking me, "Do you have plans, fancy a drink?"
"My only plans were laundry, but why would you want to spend time with me, I'm just a lowly trainee?"
"Come on." She grabbed my elbow as we left the lift and after a five-minute walk in silence, we entered a rather fancy looking bar. She didn't mess about, headed straight for the bar and was about to place an order, but turned to me, "Do you drink red wine, they have a nice Barolo here?"
"Yes, a glass of that would be nice. Thank you, Ms Manning." She made a strange noise, like a grunt of disapproval, before turning back to the barman.
"George, good evening, a bottle of Barolo please, the one I like, with two glasses and can you bring it over?" He nodded. She led me to an alcove table, shrugged off her coat and sat down. I was taken by surprise but did likewise. Her dress was black fine wool and it hugged her curves, very nice curves. She smiled at me and I detected a glint in her eyes. God, she's gorgeous.
"Out of the office, it's Dee. I hate Deirdre."
Over the next two hours, we finished the wine and a bottle of sparkling water. We spoke about music and books that we liked, some of the visits to the theatre she'd made and she told me about her recent trip to Barcelona, which she'd done on her own.
"None of my business, but I guess the woman you met in the bar that evening didn't last?"
She threw her head back and laughed. "We didn't even make it through dinner. I was annoyed that she was late and her prattling and gossip about her colleagues were so shallow I cut her off. She walked out. When I got home that evening it occurred to me that I'd have enjoyed staying at the bar and talking to you more."
