My apologies for an extended absence but it was unavoidable. You may want to review chapter 6 to get up to speed before reading the rest. Thank you for your patience.
Chapter 7 - DANNI
As it happened, I did indeed, skip the next orientation session. My mind and body were torn but in the end, my mind won out. I'd had so much sex over the last two months, I needed a cooling off period.
After leaving the meeting that ended with challenges and promises by Beth, Jillian, Heather and myself, I spent a lot of time on my couch with my eyes closed, wondering what I'd let myself in for. I do love challenges though and I was reasonably sure I was up to this one, with the help of the other women. In truth, the prospect of being with them, especially Beth, gave me more than one orgasmic session with fingers and toys.
I still hadn't looked over the list of prospects that had been delivered to the house, or even reviewed the pages of information and suggestions that had come from Laurie. One particularly moving letter from Laurie and Wendy expressed their gratitude for accepting their love making in spite of our differences. I knew they were referring to their ages but why would I not? They had beautiful bodies and besides, it's what's inside that matters. They were every bit as loving and emotional as I and their degree of lust and desire matched mine, or perhaps exceeded it. There was no doubt that they were more than just friends. You could see it in their eyes as they made love to one another. I thought it was especially sweet.
Deciding that there was no time like the present to dive into my new project, I poured a glass of wine, sat on the sofa, and spread the list of prospects out in front of me. Opening the envelope I'd received from Laurie, I found a disc called 'Prospect Action Record.' I laid it aside to check later and pulled out a bulky file. It included prospect names in order of potential, with the ones of highest potential at the beginning. Under each name was a brief bio, previous contact history, date of initial contact, date of refusal and/or denial, and comments from the management group. The information supplied was quite extensive and by the time I'd read through the first listing, I felt as though I knew her well, though not intimately.
When I got to the seventh prospect, I smiled and knew I was going to like this job. The name was Daniella Rivers, my first attempt at lesbian sex that had gone so wrong, thanks to a badly timed phone call. We were naked, and entwined with our lips and tongues groping wildly at each other's when the ringing of the phone broke the mood and gave her enough time to reconsider. We hadn't spoken since that time and we used to be such good friends.
She had accepted the initial offer, and had appeared at her orientation but had used her safe word after just a short time. She had exhibited some distress as she was stripped but had consented to proceed after a few minutes. She had even allowed them to lower her to the bed, but when she felt the restraints, she used the safe word and declined to continue. She was allowed to dress and leave without further action.
Closing my eyes, I remembered her body, those rigid nipples, and the clean shaven pussy. This would be one challenge I would enjoy and I made it my goal to get her through orientation.
Loading the disc into my computer, I waited as it downloaded my Prospect Action Record. Once it opened, I entered Daniella's name. To my surprise, and delight, when I hit the enter key to move to another line, Daniella's picture came up next to her name as well as a key code. Entering the key code, I was linked to another page that brought up all the biographical information and detailed reports on her initial contact, and right through to her refusal to continue. A second key code was at the bottom and when I entered that, I was instructed to log on to the internet before continuing. As the system began to access the internet, I went to the kitchen for some iced tea. I entered the key code again and waited as I was linked to yet another site.
After a few seconds, her picture appeared again, but faded out as another log in request asked for my password. At first, I was stumped, but then I remembered that on the orientation report, I'd seen a word under the last line There had been no indication that it was a password, but I had a hunch it was so I typed it in and waited as a page appeared with the word CONFIDENTIAL in large red letters on a white background. I was warned that sharing the contents with anyone was a violation of my privileges and they would be revoked immediately. After dropping down to another square to re-confirm my password, another page appeared marked, "Incomplete file" I clicked on a square that said "continue anyway" and waited as another page appeared. A page of photos of Daniella's incomplete orientation.
Almost instantly, my panties became moist from what those photos were doing to me. There were about twenty shots, going from fully dressed, step by step through the stripping process, the fondling procedures and then the restraints being applied. The last picture showed her raising her hand, evidently to reinforce the safe word. I quickly left the page, wanting to preserve what sanity I had left.
Enchanted, I loaded the next nine candidates and repeated the procedures, nearly drooling over some of the photos before surrendering to my bodies demands for an orgasm. The demands were so strong, I made sure by having several as I studied the photos.
This job just might be too much for me, I thought, but reminded myself that I'd foolishly gone too far and too fast
I decided to take a chance without any of the training sessions, and began laying out my planned approach to Daniella. She wasn't the kind to be forced into anything and trying to sell her a bill of goods would be a major mistake. No, this one was going to require some honest straight talk, but in a very gentle way. First of all, I had to regain her friendship.
At lunch the next day, I walked past the deli to make sure she was eating there, then I got a salad and some iced tea and casually walked over to where she sat, all alone, as usual, in the corner of the room, reading her book.
"Danni. Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked, putting my salad and iced tea down.
She just shrugged as I sat and began fixing my salad. I was hoping she would give me some sign of her temperament, but she just ignored me.
"Danni, I need to talk to you."
"Why?" she asked, obviously not thrilled at the idea.
" Honey, we've been friends for a long time and I miss you. Do you hate me so much that we can't ever be friends again?"
She didn't reply right away, but then I saw a tear gathering in a corner of her eye and knew I had chance, no matter how slim it might be. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Danni. I guess there's no point of hoping that we...I mean..."
Her head snapped up, and she turned to face me, the crystal drop of tear visible on her cheek.
"That we what, Samantha? Don't you think I miss you too? I've wanted to talk to you but I didn't know what to say, or how to say it so I kept my feelings to myself."
"Are you angry with me?" I asked. "I'm sorry if I pushed too hard or too fast, but I'm not ashamed of what we almost did and you shouldn't be either."
"I'm not angry, Samantha" she stated. "I was for a while but I'm not now. I guess I was just as angry at myself as I was at you, and I was terribly ashamed, but I'm not any more"
I didn't reply, I just sat there eating my salad, hoping she would continue on her own.
"Sam, I just don't know who I am any more. Every time I think I do, I get all funny inside and go back to being the old me again. I guess it's safer there. Have you...I mean..you know.?"
"Yes, Danni, I have and I am who I am. I make no apologies for it any more. I don't go around waving a flag or announcing it over the intercom, but I've accepted the fact that I'm a lesbian, or at the very least, bi-sexual, with a strong tendency toward the kind of love that only a woman can give me."
She sat there for a minute, gazing off into space. "I tried a couple of times to find someone who I could trust, someone that I felt something for, but I don't know how to approach someone and the one woman that came on to me scared me away. I've been trying to find a way to talk to you about it but I don't even know how to talk to you. I'm sorry I turned away from you. I just got scared and then the phone rang and it was like a warning bell. Am I making any sense at all?"
"Of course you are, Danni. Don't you think I've gone through a lot of the same things? We all do and sometimes we don't handle it very well. I slept with a few women but it was kind of like, oh well, that was fun and that was it. I wanted more than that."
"Did you find someone?" she asked.
"Not exactly." I replied, "but this isn't the time or place to talk about it. Is there somewhere we can talk about it later?" When she hesitated, I realized that I needed to get her to some neutral territory. "You can choose the spot and the time, Danni, just don't make it where we can be overheard."
"We can't meet at my place," she announced. "Old lady Carmichael has her ear against my wall more often than not. You might as well broadcast anything we say on the BBC."
