Chapter 6: Samantha earns her wings
The next day, I found that I was unable to focus, and the very thought of cleaning house drove me to my recliner. I knew I'd never get anything done if I couldn't drive the memories of Justine out of my thoughts. She had been there all night, even though she wasn't in my bed with me, and that vision alone was enough to make me wet. Eventually, I forced myself to do a cursory house cleaning, but immediately after that, I allowed the memories to return. There was to be no peace if I didn't give way to my emotions, so I spent several hours lying naked on my bed, taking care of business and recovering.
I threw myself into my work on Monday, forcing my mind to focus and doing things that didn't need to be done...anything that would keep my mind busy. One of my co-workers remarked that I was working like a woman possessed. If only she'd known.
As soon as I walked into the house, I collapsed into my recliner, and fell asleep there, waking up hours later. I put the coffee on and went to bed, waking up just in time for a quick shower and a cup of coffee before heading to work again.
By the end of the week, I was regenerated enough that I found myself yearning for something that would get my adrenaline flowing in that special way. The weekend went smoothly by, my time taken up with the routine of laundry, and cleaning, then restocking my kitchen. When I went to work Monday, I was hoping that there would be something special in my email but found it nearly empty.
Tuesday morning, the phone rang, just as I was leaving for the media center. With my arms full of files and documents, I decided to let my voice mail take a message. I heard it ringing again as I moved down the hall, and again when I was returning. When I reached my desk, the girls in the adjoining office told me it hadn't stopped ringing the whole time I was gone, yet there were no messages in my voice mail box. Why would anyone take all that time and trouble to keep calling me without leaving something that might tell me who it was?
As I sat there, wondering, the computer email alert notified me that I had an email. I closed my door so I wouldn't be interrupted and brought up the message, smiling at the words, "special session."
I was given a phone number to call as soon as it was safe to do so. I stood up and surveyed the office, making sure no one was headed my way, then dialed the number.
The phone rang just once before a soft, feminine voice answered. "This had better be you, Samantha."
"This Is Samantha. Who am I speaking to?" As soon as I asked it, I recognized the voice.
"I need to confirm who I'm speaking to. At the last session, a rather unusual and significant event took place. Can you tell me what it was?"
"You mean other than me making a fool of myself?" I asked. "How are you Beth?"
"I'm fine, " she replied, giggling. "I'll make this quick since you're at work. Are you available for a special meeting Friday, at seven?"
"Is it important?" I asked, realizing that I was going to be scheduling two activities within a week or less of one another.
"It is to you," she replied, "but I can't tell you more than that."
"Where?" I asked. She gave me the address and I recognized it as being in a newer strip mall that was only about half occupied due to some remodeling being done by the new owner.
I wrote it down and stuffed it in my bra. "Do I need to wear anything special, maybe something in spandex?
"God no," she replied, giggling. "Just dressy casual, Samantha. I'll be waiting for you when you get there."
That statement intrigued me. There was no indication of what type of meeting it was and the fact that she had been unwilling to tell me what it was about or who was going to be there had my mind spinning with possibilities.
Friday evening I hurried right home from work to shower and change into a loose cotton/silk blend skirt in desert tan color, and white silk blouse. Not knowing the purpose of the meeting, I decided to wear panties, choosing some White satin thongs with a matching bra.
I pulled into the parking lot and found the designated unit, which at one time was a furniture store. Beth opened the door to let me in, locking it behind me, then greeting me in our usual fashion.
"I'm sorry for the secrecy, Samantha," she said as we walked toward the back of the showroom.
"I'm getting used to it, Beth."
"I'm glad you understand. Some of the members just don't like it."
She led me through the showroom and storage area, and through a door at the back. Stepping into a long, carpeted hallway, she led the way to a dark walnut colored door with brass hardware. Opening the door, she took my hand, smiling as she led me inside. Once inside, she closed the door and led me over to where two women were studying some sort of printout that lay on a large desk in front of them. They appeared to be about ten years older than I, one in a white silk blouse over a gray skirt. The other extremely attractive and well dressed in a pale yellow cashmere turtleneck over a caramel colored silk skirt.
"Laurie, this is Samantha."Beth announced. "Samantha, I'd like you to meet Laurie Cummins and Wendy Brock."
"Welcome, Samantha, and thank you for coming on such short notice," Laurie replied, stepping around the desk for the customary passionate embrace.
"We're so glad to finally meet you," Wendy agreed as we embraced.
"I was pleased to get your call," I replied, hoping I wouldn't regret it later.
"I understand that you've already met Beth at what we understand was a rather unique session." Laurie began.
"I'd say," Beth replied, chuckling as I flushed in embarrassment. Beth motioned for me to be seated next to her on a long and very comfortable couch, while Laurie went to stand behind the desk, leaning forward enough to show some intriguing cleavage. From the corner of my eye, I saw Wendy take a seat at the end of the desk.
I had a brief opportunity to study the two women then. Laurie was a charming woman who took good care of what nature gave her. Her smile was warm and open, inspiring trust in her. Wendy was not quite as tall, but her body was firm and slender with legs that I could imagine being wrapped around my head while I worked my tongue into her depths..
"Samantha, I have to confess that when Wendy and I learned of this meeting, we volunteered to handle it. We had been wanting to meet you anyway. Beth and some of the others gave you such glowing compliments about how you handled yourself, your ease to adjust to some unusual situations and your willingness to grow in your experiences and knowledge, that we just had to spend some time with you.
"I hope I can live up to your expectations," I replied, wondering just how glossy my reputation had been painted.
"Before we get into the reason you're here, I think it would be only fair to tell you about us and our role in the organization. Wendy and I are two of a committee of over twenty women of means who lend our financial support to the individual chapters as well as sponsoring the orientation sessions, and all activities involving the whole group. We do this through a trust fund established shortly after the group was first established.
Thanks to some prudent investing as well as grants and donations, we have a large cash fund to work with. In addition, each chapter receives grants for operating expenses, and other cash support throughout the year. Our orientations and some other activities are held in over a dozen widespread properties, all donated by members who wanted to ensure our success. The chapters generally meet in the leaders homes or in properties they own or control."
While she was talking, I felt Wendy's eyes staring at me. It was then that I became aware that Wendy could see straight up my skirt. With my knees at a level slightly higher than my ass, I knew that Wendy could see my panty clad pussy so I casually allowed my legs to open, until I knew that Wendy had a good view. The affect on Wendy was instantaneous and as I watched, her fingers slid under her sweater to seek out her breasts.
"What we wish to do with you this evening, Samantha" Laurie continued, "is to get to know you much better and perhaps offer you an opportunity to move a little deeper in the organization."
I had a feeling that I knew what Laurie meant by 'getting to know you better' and 'deeper into the organization.' I smiled as Wendy began squirming in her chair. To tease her a bit more, I began rubbing my thighs together. I felt the heat begin to build between my legs and knew it wouldn't be long before the wetness would be obvious on my panties.
Laurie put her papers down to move around the desk, leaning her lean and shapely ass cheeks on the desktop. "Samantha, you probably realize by now that you are frequently being tested and evaluated in one way or another. Beth assists us in many of these evaluations as do Wendy and myself.
At your last session, where young Tammi went through her orientation, you were being tested. The young woman who you thought was an innocent guest, was not exactly who she pretended to be. Allyssa is a friend of ours and a member of our qualification committee. She is blessed with the looks of an innocent young woman, even though she's just over thirty years old. You made such an impression on her that she couldn't wait to call me to tell me about it. Her exact words were, "she exceeded by far any expectations I had for her."
I smiled. "I thought there was something strange about that situation."
"Well done, Samantha, well done indeed."
For several minutes Wendy's hand had been under her sweater, fondling her breasts. Now, I watched as the other hand slipped down to move under her skirt, which lie rumpled up, high up on her legs.
Laurie moved over to stand next to Wendy. "Could I get you to stand, Samantha?"she asked. It was time to learn the real reason for the meeting.
