All characters are over 18 years old.
Any similarity between the characters in this story to real persons, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION PEOPLE!!
This story takes place Later in Gail's life after GTO. I STRONGLY suggest that you read the previous stories to understand what motivates her and how she thinks. I am currently working on the next installment of GTO -- The Beginning, but I have hit a minor writers block on how to proceed with the story. It will get there, but it is taking a little more time.
Comments are always welcome, but if you don't like something, at least tell me what the problem is. Those "If it doesn't get better, you will lose a reader!" comments don't really help. If you don't tell me what you don't like, I really can't fix it. I'm not a mind reader.
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"Good afternoon. Gail O'Malley's office. This is Kayla, may I help you?" I said answering the telephone.
"Yes." The female voice on the other end responded. "I need to speak with Gail please."
"I'm sorry, but Ms. O'Malley is unavailable at the moment. May I take a message, or, perhaps, someone else can assist you?"
[Silence]
"Hello?" I responded after a minute. "Are you still there?"
"Kayla, is it? Tell me, is there a young, blonde woman, early 20's standing in front of you right now?"
OK, this is getting a bit creepy -- especially since a woman matching that exact description just walked up to my desk.
"I assume that there is. So, you will patch me through to YOUR MISTRESS, and then send the woman into GTO's office NOW!"
WTF???? Who is this person, and how does she know???? I'm kind of getting a little freaked out now.
"Uuuummm, ma'am, may I tell Ms. O'Malley who is on the line?"
"No, you may not."
OK, then. It was also rather obvious that asking what this was about would only lead to further rejection. The blonde was now standing at my desk with her arms crossed looking rather smug.
"Hold please."
Gail:
'Fuck! Why did I have to go and start my own company? I thought to myself. 'Make that multiple companies.' I corrected, as I was currently going through the financials for my engineering firm, my dad's old auto shop, a VERY exclusive little club that I owned through a vague Chapter S keeping my name off the record, and a couple other smaller investments. 'I'm a fucking ENGINEER! Not an accountant!' Yes, I had accountants do all the heavy work on this, but I still needed to review everything.
"Ms. O'Malley, you have a phone call and a visitor to see you." Came over the intercom.
"Kayla, dear, I thought that I was exceptionally clear earlier when I said that I was NOT to be disturbed for the rest of the afternoon." I purred. I was in an evil mood.
"[gulp] W-w-well, th-th-th-this seems pretty important."
Knowing Kayla and knowing that she is intimately familiar with my temper and punishments, I sighed and asked, "Fine. Who is calling, and who is waiting outside?"
"I-I-I-I don't know ma'am."
"I'm not laughing Kayla, and I am not in the mood for games." I almost shouted.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but the caller refused to give me her name, but she indicated that the call involved the visitor as well. The caller seems to know you VERY well."
Hmmmm, stressing her words like that got me intrigued. "Fine. Patch the call through and send in the guest. If this turns out to be some sort of prank, you can expect a long night in the 'playroom' tonight though."
"Yes ma'am." She responded. "After this, I will probably end up there anyway." I heard her mumble before transferring the call.
Picking up the phone when it blinked, "Gail O'Malley."
"Gail dear. How wonderful to hear your voice again!"
FUCK!!
Looking up as the door opened, I saw the blonde walk into my office
DOUBLE FUCK!!
"Hello Aunt Elizabeth" I said.
"Hi Aunt Gail. Surprise!" grinned the blonde.
TRIPPLE FUCK!!
One week earlier:
The two women sitting at the café talking over lunch were definitely attracting their share of admiring glances. The older one looked to be in her mid-50's, but in truth was significantly older. Her gray hair, rather than look old, only enhanced her sexy mature look. She still kept in great shape, and her dress enhanced her figure while maintaining a conservative look. The younger was in her mid-40's with flaming red hair cur just below her shoulders. She was also dressed professionally with enough sexiness to attract attention. Those that happened to catch their eyes, found themselves looking into pools of green.
Having spent much of their lunch discussing work, they moved on to discussing news on their personal lives.
"So, it's good to hear that you aren't running my firm into the ground, now that I retired." The older one said. "So, anything else interesting happening, Heather?"
"You mean semi-retired, don't you? Well Aunt Elizabeth, I did catch an interesting case yesterday. You remember that I started picking up a few pro-bono cases from the Public Defender's office?"
"Of course. I remember suggesting it to you actually, as a way of giving back to the community. The positive reviews we got from that didn't hurt with our standing in the community either."
"Well, I got thrown a good one. It seems that the defendant is rather abrasive, and none of the regular defenders wanted anything to do with her, except to have her plead out for a deal. She refused, so I ended up taking it. The last public defender that was assigned to her case actually ran out of the room in tears."
"Sounds like you two will have an interesting time. Perhaps you should sell tickets and do a pay-per-view of your consultation with her. Maybe I'll have to stop by and watch this one. So, what's her story?"
"Attorney -- client privilege Auntie."
"Bullshit Heather. My name is still on the letterhead, so you can still consult with me on this."
Heather laughing, "I know, but it is still fun to twist your tail occasionally. Anyway, she is in town visiting a friend, and they end up going to the wrong club. Some bull dyke starts trying to pick her up and doesn't know when to back off. Words were said, and then the dyke ends up in the hospital, while my client gets cuffed and stuffed."
"Sounds kind of like it could be a self-defense argument."
"Could be, but the club was full of the dyke's friends, and they are sticking to their story. I should also mention that the dyke has 'friends in higher places' as well"
The older woman smiled a little and said, "Kind of reminds me of an incident years ago."
"Yeah, I thought it might. Especially when you find out who my client actually is."
That perked Elizabeth up.
"She is actually related to Cousin Gail on Gail's dad's side."
Two day later at the office of Fitzgerald and Associates:
Robin was seated at the conference table. She was not in a good mood. 'Stupid dyke! I told her I wasn't interested. She should have just backed off." She mumbled to herself.
"Good morning Robin." Heather said as she walked through the door.
Robin looked up and saw an older woman follow her court appointed attorney into the conference room.
"This is Elizabeth Fitzgerald. She is the founding partner of the firm. In full disclosure that will become important in a few moments, I should also inform you that she is my aunt. I believe that she can help your case, but she wanted to talk to you for a bit before she discusses her plan."
"Hello Robin. It's wonderful to meet you. Will you please go over the incident in the club for me please. I read the statements, but I would like to hear it from you personally. Words on paper sometimes miss important meaning. I like to hear the story straight from the source"
"Really not much to tell. My friend and I were in the club having a couple of drinks and talking, when this butch girl comes over and starts hitting on me. I'm not interested, so I tell her so. She keeps on going on about how good a little pet I would be. I tell her that I am nobody's pet, and I have no intention of being a pet. She puts her hand on my thigh and starts to tell me that one night with her strap-on will make me a changed woman. I knock her hand away from me and shove her back. She starts moving back towards me, and I let loose. Next thing I know, the bouncer is pulling me off of her and holding me until the cops show up."
"I see." Said Elizabeth. "Do you have any family around?"
"Couple aunts, uncles, and cousins in California. No one around here. Why?"
"What about your parents?"
"Mom left when I was 5, and dad died about 4 years ago."
"Anyone that you can stay with for a couple of months?"
"Not really. I'm kind of the black sheep of the family. Most everyone else is really religious. I like to go out and have fun. I don't think that I would get along too well staying with any of my relatives."
"Surely there is at least one relative that you could get along with."