Trina watched quietly as her goddaughter exited the shop and headed off towards her car. Her arms were full of boxes and she had the blonde girl in tow. The old woman sipped her tea contemplatively. She had not expected to see Christa recover from her heartbreak so suddenly. It was quite a pleasant shock to see her back to her old self. The last time Trina had seen her she was drunk and so down the old woman feared she would try to harm herself. The young woman with her must be something quite special, but she was married and that was sure to cause her favorite more heartbreak. Trina rarely took a hand in any of her goddaughters' lives, but Christa was special. Her mother had been Trina's first lover and the old woman felt a special bond with the small butch.
Rita came in and interrupted her meditation. The short black woman with flaming red hair and more piercings than Trina cared to count ran the shop during the evenings when the clientele changed from respectable clients to strippers and prostitutes. Trina nodded to her and went out the back door and up the rusting black iron staircase that led to her second floor apartment. Inside she sat at the small dinette and took another sip of her tea. The apartment was neat and homey, with plenty of knick-knacks on display. A lifetime of careful planning and simple living was displayed there. Trina had seen Paris and London, traveled extensively on the continent and made a name for herself in the clothing industry long before she immigrated to America in the late seventies.
Here in America she had gotten out of the design end of the business with a small fortune when she sold her business. She still kept up with the latest in trends and fashion, but the small shop was all that she worried with now. That and her once yearly trip to France for the fashion show of her best friend in the industry were her only real contacts any more. She did, however maintain a finger on the pulse of the industry. Her clients here demanded the best and latest. Trina had a great deal of influence in the city because some of her clients were the wives and mistresses of very powerful men. These clients were hyper conscious of fashion and thus Trina stayed up on the latest trends.
She toyed with an idea for along time, not noticing as the sun sank and the gibbonous moon rose. With a sudden and purposeful movement she rose and exited the apartment. The old woman would be up now and Trina needed her advice.
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Sue and Christa were both quiet as they left the city. Christa spoke finally as they crossed the GW.
"So what'd ya get?"
"None of your business!" Sue shot back. Her mind was already on what set to wear first and she was hoping that Trina knew Christa's tastes as well as she claimed she did. The old woman was right, just knowing that she owned all the sexy undies made her feel more sexy. She couldn't wait to try them all on again, but this time for an appreciative audience.
"Awww, come on, you know I can't wait to see you," Christa said.
"Well, you will just have to wait,"
"All right, want to go out to dinner tonight?"
"What time is it?" Sue asked. She suddenly remembered her net meting, but had no idea how much time she had spent in Trina's shop.
"Bout four-thirty," Christa said glancing at the men's wristwatch she wore.
"Shit, I have to be home by five!"
"Why?"
"I have a net meeting, they're going to kill me if I am not on," Sue said in a panic. The little car leapt forward, shooting past others as Christa tromped on the accelerator.
"Don't worry, I'll get you home," Christa said.
Sue turned and began digging through the bags in the back seat. She managed to find a silk top and blazer. While Christa navigated the heavy traffic Sue ripped off her top and struggled into the blouse. She got the blazer on and then grabbed one of Christa's cigarettes. Sue hadn't smoked in years, but the small woman was doing over 90 and Sue was nervous. The first puff had her coughing and her eyes watering. Christa smiled, but couldn't spare a glance at her passenger. The Palisades was packed and she was weaving in and out of traffic with only inches to spare. It wasn't that hard for her, she often drove like a maniac when she was down. Somehow the adrenalin rush always lifted her spirits.
"Skirt?" Christa asked, her eyes never leaving the road.
"Fuck it, I'll be sitting at the desk, no one will see," Sue said distractedly. She didn't even notice the grin that flashed across her lover's face.
As soon as the car stopped in the garage Sue jumped out and ran to the door. She fumbled with the keys before finally getting the door opened and ran to the living room, leaving the keys hanging in the door in her haste. Sue leaned over the desk chair and turned her machine on as Christ came up behind her. The short black woman's hands slipped around her waist and undid the fly of her jeans.
Despite her impatience Sue giggled and tried to grab Christa's hands. The smaller woman simply dug her fingers into Sue's ribs, causing the older woman to squeal and before Sue could react Christa tore her jeans, thermals and panties down to her ankles.
"What are you doing?" Sue asked as she started the net meeting program and pulled her chair out.
"Well, since you are going to tease me with all those sexy clothes, I figured I would tease you." Christa said. "Now step out of those things before you sit down."
