Angie's Dream
Angie was the vice president of manufacturing for our company. Even when she dressed to kill she appeared business-like and professional. It was only recently I had noticed her watching me in the break room during the afternoon break. Not that I minded, of course, who would mind a raven-haired beauty giving her the eye?
We had just returned from a long weekend break and the week seemed to be dragging. But, as the saying goes, "Thank God it is Friday." Just ten minutes to go until the afternoon break and I couldn't wait. Just then I heard the unmistakeable click of Angie's heels as she came across the polished office floor. Before I had time to form a lump in my throat, she was at my door and said, "Liz, I need five minutes of your time."
She walked right in and took a seat in my side chair. I managed to stammer a response to her, "Yes, ma'am, of course, ma'am."
Angie started out by saying, "I've been hearing rumors about you and the way you run the office. I won't embarrass you by asking you here in the office. I feel that would be unprofessional and you know how I feel about unprofessional behavior in the office. Instead, I propose you and I have a drink tonight and we can discuss it in a more friendly atmosphere."
"That is of course if you don't have any other plans," she said smiling.
I gathered my thoughts quickly and replied, "No, Angie, I have no plans tonight. I am completely at your disposal."
"One other thing, Liz, when we meet this evening I want you to fulfill my fantasy of unexpected hook-up. I don't want it to feel planned. In fact, we will pretend that we don't know each other. Are you okay with that?"
"Absolutely ma'am, I'm very much into fulfilling fantasies as you will find out."
Liz couldn't wait for work to be over. After all, it was a Friday night and she would be looking for some fun. A few drinks or more to relax then hopefully she would find that raven-haired beauty alone and she would be looking as though she wanted some company.
Angie's first Bacardi and coke went down very smoothly. She was about to order another one when the Redhead walked in accentuating the sway in her hips. Like tossing a lure out for those that might show some interest. She selected a table not far from Angie's own and before sitting she made eye contact with Angie giving her a little wink. She took her seat facing Angie and motioned the waitress over to take her order.
When the waitress arrived she gave the redhead the once over and asked, "What'll it be, lass?"
Liz smiled wryly and said, "I think I'll have a Red Headed Slut to start with." Angie nearly spit a mouthful of her drink out when she overheard Liz say that.
Liz leaned toward Angie and said softly, "I didn't mean to catch you mid swallow when I was talking to the waitress. She's kind of cute but, she has nothing on you, sweetheart! Would you care to join me? My name is Liz but, you can call me anything you want."