*** Week Three ***
I was slinky, sexy and ready for Monday. I think I forgot to mention that I had done some reading over the weekend. I did what the story had mentioned - I 'ribboned' myself. What the hell. It hurts no one. Just the walk from my front door to my car left me shivering. Yum! I had the biggest smile on my face and the wettest panties as I walked to my desk. Poor Tammy. She was in a dither wondering who the hell I was. I even asked her if she wanted me to get her some coffee. She nodded, mutely, her eyes saucers. I breezed back and forth from the lunch room.
Kyle called. I heard the surprise in his voice -- the offer was $200,000. Cha-ching! "Kyle, two things: Yes, and be sure the agreement includes wording that allows me to change my name to Ginger Butler. Yes I'm sure!" End of call. I turned to Tammy and kissed her right in front of God and everybody! "I'm gonna be divorced soon! Woo hoo!" Her eyes were glazed, the poor thing.
I asked George if I could buy lunch for everybody to celebrate. Yes, tomorrow. Pizza? Subs? I let him decide. He would have his assistant, Jodi, do a quick check and have her place the order. Coolio!
"Thank you George. You are a prince. Be sure to tell Janet I said so." He smiled.
I called Lily from the conference room. I could hear her mental cash register ring.
"You know Ginger, when this is all over I really
must
take you out to dinner. I'll let you know the details of the closing as soon as I have them". I had a feeling that, if I wasn't careful, I might be dessert. Oh well.
I sent a text to Nora: '$200k.' Reply: Wow!'
"Tammy, call your hubby and tell him I want to take you to dinner and celebrate." Saucers.
"Um, Emily, it's parent-teachers' conference tonight. I can't but thanks." Liar. Whatever.
Rest of the day was great. Ribboned? OMG! Delicious. Here's the only thing I can think of to describe it -- having a finger between 'those' lips all day and that finger is also putting pressure on your clit. The ladies room was not private enough for me to risk a spend. I always keep an extra pair of panties in a desk drawer 'just in case.' I went out for lunch ... umm ... I was lunch. I brought my spare pair with me, and after I ... um, I left the 'ripe' pair between the two front seats. I am blushing furiously as I type -- the 'scent of a woman' filled the car on the drive home from work. I wondered what the warming lube would feel like ... there. Oh lord Ginger, you slut you! Point?
I stopped in at the L Room on the way home ... just cuz. Nora and I meant to, right? What the hell. I went by myself. It was a Monday, early, and not too crowded. Every eye in the house turned to stare at the 'fresh meat.' Yeah, I get it ... I sat down at the bar and ordered a Stoli Rasberi (or however the hell they spell it) and a glass of ice. Young, tall and brown eyed smiled, brought two glasses, poured the vodka, her eyes on me, and filled the other with ice. "You gonna stay, gorgeous? Want me to run a tab?" I smiled.
We'll see who runs what blondie. I put my hand out. "I'm Ginger." I squeezed hers as she shook mine to let her know who was who.
"It fits. I'm Candy." Emily, don't laugh. Candy? Bambi? Billy? O M G!! I had no doubt her driver's license was Mary Jane or something.
The music pulsed through my last nerve. It was okay; they were all on edge anyway. My purse was at my feet. My hand was on my drink. I didn't think I was going to hear a whole lotta Trisha Yearwood here. Carlos Santana - maybe. Perhaps some Rusted Root. Metallica? I mused. Maybe a few from the Boss. Not likely any of these would know who Grace Slick was ... their loss. I let the beat pulse as I sipped my drink. I gazed over the room. Nice! I could see how it might be full, wild and hot on a weekend. A stage with lots of speakers -- that meant music, fun and women!!
She slinked her way over to me ... tall, slender, young. "May I have a seat?" Hmm, a submissive. Let's play.
"Yes pet, if you ask correctly." She flushed gorgeously.
"Miss, may I please be allowed to sit?" I smiled.
"Of course pet. And your name would be what?"
"My name is Annie, Miss. But if you prefer, I respond to 'pet' as well."
"Thank you pet. Annie will do nicely -- here." She blushed. "Does your drink need a refill Annie?"
"If Miss would allow ... yes please. Thank you." I snapped my fingers at young, tall and blonde. She came, blushing.
"Pet would like a refill of whatever she's having, Candy." She flushed, nodded, and brought the refill. I smiled.
"So, Annie, are you in service to another at this time?" My eyes locked on to hers - very blue.
"No Miss, she had a job transfer and left me behind."
"Cast you adrift eh?" She blushed and nodded.
"Darling, please be very careful. The world is a ... it's not a nice place. There are those who will hurt you for sport and for their pleasure and not even blink. I'm not one of them. You are so very young and beautiful. Please be careful." I signaled blondie for my check. I didn't even look -- just laid down a twenty dollar bill. "I'm not part of that crowd Annie. But I know some who are ... please be safe." I kissed her tenderly. "I hope you find whatever it is you seek." I smiled, stood, grabbed my purse, and left. I found Madonna's
'Like A Prayer'
on my iPod and played it in the car on the way home. She was so damn good at the Super Bowl. That song moves me to tears every damn time I hear it!!
I'd go back another night. Tonight? Tears poured from my eyes as I listened to Bryan Adams sing,
'Fine Art of Holding A Woman.'