Prologue:
This new Billyslate Love Story Series is a Slowburn Lesbian Romance tale. The storyline differs from most of my previous Literotica Story submissions. Children are not in PT: 00, but are in the latter PT: 01 and throughout PT: 02/03. As always in my stories, very limited sexual activity happens when children are at home. Also, as a general rule, no alcohol is consumed when children are present.
All descriptive sex in this story is lesbian, with young ladies aged 21 or older. Some explicit lesbian sexual activities may feature a strong but loving woman as the definite
TOP
controlling the action, along with light spanking.
This and all Billyslate stories are 100% Fiction in every aspect.
Edited By Billyslate
/Grammarly
ENJOY!
Ending Recovery 02: Is It Real
Mars is bellowing like a loco in minutes screaming, "Cumming, Oh Fuck I'm Cumming my darling Kenz, just keep wreaking havoc with my tits, tushy, and pussy until sunup.
So I do exactly as she cries out, keeping Mars cumming and blowing like a volcanic eruption until total exhaustion
!
I wake Mars late Sunday morning, still lovingly caressing her phat booty, with my lips latched securely to her nipple!
***
Monday morning comes and I'm dressed for power in a Military Black Sweater/ Pants, Lightweight Black Boots, and Beret, which are used in my danger-close Ukraine/NATO field meetings. Mars dress is Sky Blue, Business Casual, with matching 2" Jimmy Choo heels.
The bank's doors open at 9:00 am, and I march briskly to Reception flashing my JC's Military AttachΓ© ID.
"We have an urgent meeting with Martin J. O'Malley, your bank V. President of Operations. He's expecting a US Gov Official this morning, so please confirm I'm here!"
Recovery 03
: Yes, It's Real-Conclusion
The person standing in reception is not the friendly type one expects for such a personal touch-oriented business as high finance banking. She kind of infers the VP, Mr. O'Malley will see us when he damn well pleases. I start to read her the riot act when my phone beeps quietly with an incoming call.
Whispering, I answer and it's Anita, "Boss, I'm getting quite strange vibes from my Nigerian incursion feelers on State Bank. For the moment, I suggest we delay going in hard until I get a better read of the entire situation, especially VP Martin J O'Malley. I'll get back to you on the double with an update."
"I agree Anita, also feeling something is off-kilter here, and we've just arrived. I'll visually scan the place for a contact person since real-life plans are never as easy as laid out," sighing with a gleam in my eye as I love solving puzzling issues.
I add, "Until we get a solid read, I'm Operator-01, you're 02 and Eleanor is now 03 if we need to bring her in on this caper? Mars is Marsala and will lay low with her issues until we fully understand the bank's management situation!"
Anita confirms, "Okay 01, 02 is out, please give Marsala a warm hug from me!"
Looking around. I spot my best targets who are total opposites. Target one is a toned slim Black lady in the 45-50ish age range who looks a little pissed off for some reason. While target two is a cute younger blond, I'd guess age 20/21 with a beautiful smile reminding me of Shy/Sly.
I grab the young girl's arm, "Come with me sweetie," as we walk towards target two, the Black lady.
I show my JC-AttachΓ© ID, asking the ladies if there's a breakroom, canteen, or someplace private where we can talk.
The smiling blond answers quickly, "I'm Maranda, kind of the office run-a-round person, so can get coffee or tea as we talk."
Me hastily, "It's nice meeting you, Maranda, I'm 01, and this is Marsala, visiting from the US-VP's office," turning to the fit black lady, "And you are?"
Before the black lady speaks, Maranda blushes and giggles, "Your name is
One
, why isn't she
Two
?" looking at Mars.
I laugh heartily, "You're cute Maranda and I like you! 02 (
Anita
) is listening in and may join us later."
"02, please say hello to Maranda, as she reminds me quite a bit of Shy/Sly."
Anita, via my open phone link, "Hi blondie, I'm 02 and you're kind of a cutie pie!"
Mars bursts out laughing, as Maranda nearly jumps out of her panties at Anita's voice on my speaker. I hold out my arms to Maranda, who warily comes in for a hug, then relaxes easily into my arms.
I get a quiet ping from Anita, (
Doreen
), "Doreen, are you joining us for coffee, maybe in the conference room or wherever Maranda takes us?"
Doreen's eyes go huge, suddenly dropping the I'm not interested, look wondering how in the hell I know her name. At this time other bank staff look oddly at Mars and Me since there aren't many customers this early on Monday.
Ms.
Zero
-personality (
sourpuss
) wanders over, "You are disturbing our staff, so please wait for our VP of Operations in reception."
I get right up in her face, "Are you threatening a Federal Officer, representing the US GOV-VP, AG, and JCs? One more friggin word and you'll wake up tomorrow morning in Ft Leavenworth, KY's military prison."
In my booming NATO voice, "You get us a pot of coffee, cups, milk, and equal in the conference room on the double."
Mars grabs Maranda, "Come on sweetie and take me to the conference room?"
Maranda grins, "Yes mam, are you
Three
?" with Marsala cracking up in cheery laughter.
I look deep into Doreen's eyes, "I won't order you to follow me to the conference room, but will you please join us for coffee?"
Doreen stares for a moment, then comes over to me, "Is your given name
One
, or do you have a real name like normal people?"