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."
Angie replied, "I'm Angie."
Angie thought about it for a bit. This was the redhead she had been eyeing at work for some time now. She never expected her to be so forward but, in all honesty, it kind of turned her on. As Angie was thinking about it she was lost in her own daydream about what might be that is when Liz appeared at her chair sliding it out and offering a hand to Angie. With little or no thought at all, Angie rose and followed Liz's lead to the empty seat at the redhead's table. Liz wasted no time in motioning to the waitress that they would have two more drinks. When the waitress arrived with the drinks, Liz told her to put Angie's tab with hers, there was no need to complicate things.
"Before we go any further, I have something to say to you, Liz. What happens in the office can stay in the office as long as everyone is getting their work done. I showed up at your office today under orders from the Human Resources group. On my return I told them I duly chastised you and let you know that if your behavior continued, you would receive a written warning. As far as I am concerned, if you keep the ship moving forward and we aren't missing deadlines, you're golden. You will have an occasional drink commitment with me, however."
After several drinks, it was like they had been best friends for years. Liz found Angie easy to talk to and much better than average to look at. Liz had a sense that this was going to be a special night and perhaps the beginning of something very special.
After several more drinks along with some bar snacks, the conversation turned to what might happen later that evening. The two women couldn't help but giggle at some of the happenings around them.
Suddenly Liz seemed to get very serious. She reached across the table and grabbed both of Angie's hands. Looking deep into Angie's eyes she asked, "What would you say about coming back to my place when we are through here tonight?"
It was minutes before Angie answered. "Liz, I would feel more comfortable if we went to my place. I have enough nosey neighbors that would know if I didn't come home. I'm a creature of habit and catch the same bus each morning for work and see the same people on the way. So if it is all the same to you, if we are going to actually do this it will have to be at my place."
With that, Liz leaned closer and brought Angie's hands to her lips and kissed them both gently. As she continued to massage Angie's hands she smiled and said, "Deal."