Chapter 01: Corrin's Plan
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I straightened my skirt although there was nothing really wrong with it, and adjusted the matching suit jacket. Corrin St James would be here in a few moments and I wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. She was the biggest client I'd hooked in a long while. I was an associate at one of the biggest advertising agencies in the city. If I closed the St. James account I could almost guarantee I'd make partner this year. Which would mean I was the first black woman to make partner and I was only thirty years old. I had not met Corrin yet but that wasn't at all surprising, after all she was the CEO and founder of one of the leading international cosmetics companies. I had been interfacing with the vice president of the company who had in turn forwarded all of my ideas and presentations to Miss St. James. Apparently everything had gone off without a hitch because after my latest presentation she had sent word that we would meet in person at 9:00 am today. The intercom buzzed, invading my daydream, "Miss St James is here Miss Steven's." My secretary's voice came through the phone.
"Send her in" I said picking up the receiver, "Oh and hold my calls during the meeting. Thanks Becky"
Replacing the receiver I sat up straight and fixed a smile on my face, I had the compulsion to reach in my top drawer and check my face in my compact. However I didn't have the time and I knew my face was as "fixed" as it was going to get as I had just checked it five minutes ago. "Well, maybe just a peek." I thought, but at that moment Becky opened the door and ushered Miss St. James through the door.
Sheer will power kept me from tumbling from the chair like a rag doll. Becky walked out of the office shutting the door after her. I sat speechless in my chair concentrating on breathing and sitting upright.
"Reggie it's been ages"
She called me by my first name, an old nickname really. When I was younger I'd popped a few kids one for calling me Regina, which was my given and then hated name. But I'd grown up a lot since then. Still only close friends had the privilege of calling me anything other than Miss Stevens.
I looked her in the eye but I still didn't say a word, we had been close friends once. We had been lovers.
Back then she had been Karolyn Thomas. She'd been my best friend too, when she disappeared it had taken me years to get over losing her. I had searched for her for years to no avail. Finally after adulthood was in full swing, I had to face the fact that she was dead or not willing to be found. Still when I found myself in a large crowd I consciously searched for her face, now here it was in front of me.
She stepped closer to the desk; she was smiling in a way that sent chills from the base of my spine to my neck. "Breath baby, or you're gonna pass out."
I let out my breath in a whoosh. I hadn't even realized I'd been holding my breath.
"Aren't you happy to see me baby?" She was walking around the desk. Running her fingertips over the surface as she moved toward me. I watched her. I still did not trust my voice, plus I wanted to see how this scene would play out. She was next to me now, and she kneeled so that her face was level with mine.
I looked directly into her eyes, parting my lips a bit as my breathing seemed to be labored.
She reached up and removed the bobby pins from my meticulously coiffed hair and let the gentle waves fall. It had taken me damn near a half hour to brush my unruly curls into submission before pulling it up into a neat bun and in less than a minute it was all undone. My hair hung just about to my ass and most of the time it was an albatross but I kept it long because I loved the look of it. It made me feel achingly feminine; to feel the weight of my long hair as I walked.
Corrin seemed to be enjoying my hair, When I'd known her I'd been a tomboy. Always keeping my hair a little past my shoulders and more often than not it was in a ponytail or stuffed under a baseball cap. She was running her hands through the length of my hair. Starting at the roots and moving outward, when she got to the tips she let them cascade from her fingers and fall gently back into place.
Corrin laughed and moved her hands from my hair to my neck, I wondered briefly if she was planning to strangle me where I sat. I actually smiled at the morbid thought. She wouldn't have to strangle me if she wanted me dead. I would've staked my career on the fact that if she kept touching me I'd die of a heart attack.
Corrin looked at me as she ran her hands over my neck then kept going until she was touching the uppermost area of my chest. Once again I found myself holding my breath as her hands descended lower.
She was cupping my breasts lightly and teasing me through the fabric. I relaxed against her and noticed the ache in my muscles. I'd been holding myself stiff as a board since she'd stepped through the door.
She smiled with a look of satisfaction as I pressed closer to her.
"You always were such a slut"
"Only for you" I said finally speaking.
Corrine looked surprised that I had spoken at all, she smiled the little chilling smile again and slipped her hands lower. If I didn't know better I'd say she was ignoring me. Not physically as her hand was currently slipping up my inner thigh. But ignoring the fact that I had spoken.
I lost my train of thought as her fingers crept up my thigh to the band of my panties. I spread my legs a bit wider as I felt her tug the satiny material. I thought she was going to pull them over my legs but instead she gave them another hearty tug and ripped them right off.
Her fingers went right to work working over my clit in slow circular motions. I moaned and slid lower in my chair. She shot me what I would call a warning look but I had no idea what the warning was regarding. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but reflect on the last time we'd been in this position. I was sitting on the bed in our dorm room naked as the day I was born. Corrin who had been Karolyn back then was kneeling on the floor between my thighs as I rode her pretty face. She glanced up her eyes told me if her mouth wasn't busy she'd be smiling. I smiled down at her and ran my fingers through her thick brown hair and pulled her head closer. Her lips were wrapped around my clit as she flicked her tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub. I gripped the sheets in my fingers as I rode her beautiful brown face. I was moaning low in my throat and grinding against her as the waves of orgasm washed over me. I repeated her name like a mantra between gasps and moans. The door of the room was suddenly thrown open and in walked two people that I had seen only in passing. In the eight years that I'd been attending boarding school with Karolyn I'd only seen her parents a handful of times. She rarely talked about them and I'd learned to stay away from the topic. I did know that her mother was a rich bitch socialite and her father was a corporation bigwig. Still they didn't seem to care about Karolyn, more often than not she came home with me during holidays and before that she'd gone home to a house of servants as her parents were off on one vacation or another every time school was out.
Her mother was livid and her father turned away as I covered her with a sheet. Since her mother had already taken a good long look at everything I had I stood and walked over to retrieve my clothes from their various positions on the floor. I got dressed and took a seat on the bed. Her mother was watching the whole time. I could see where Karolyn got her figure her mother looked amazing and she had to be at least 35 years old, which sounded old to my 18-year-old ears. Her brown skin remained unblemished and the suit she was wearing had to have cost at least a thousand dollars, It clung to her breasts and defined her waist as it tapered. The skirt was a little short but it only emphasized her amazing legs right down to the tips of her matching canary yellow shoes. I knew a pair of Manolo Bahlanik shoes when I saw them. This woman's outfit had cost more than my wardrobe, and the funny part was she would have looked just as good in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.
Karolyn's father looked uncomfortable and wouldn't meet my eyes. Even with his face averted I could tell he was a handsome man and I recognized some of Karolyn's features on his unfamiliar face. The silence was intense and increasingly more uncomfortable. I looked at Karolyn but she had her head bowed, Mr. Thomas Was looking every where but at us so I turned to Mrs. Thomas. She was livid I wondered if she'd have to be physically restrained. I was embarrassed but it was too late for regrets and what ifs now.
I looked her dead in the eye and waited. I didn't have to wait long she flipped in about two seconds.
She called me every name in the book from little queer to brazen slut. She accused me of turning her precious baby out. I laughed aloud at that one. Her precious little baby had seduced me if anything she had turned me out. Karolyn shot me a look but I ignored her and stood.
"Since when is she your precious baby? You never gave a damn when she was coming to my house at Christmas for God's sake. When was the last time you called her? Or wrote? Or did anything but send her a Goddamn allowance?"
Her mother blinked momentarily silenced.
"How dare you"
"No how dare you" I shot back
