Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story and second entry into the April Fools contest. This story is extra special to me because it not only features another peek at my "Circle" series, but I am bringing back an old favorite. Allison is the main character in several of my first stories here and it was fun to revisit her. Enjoy. LC68.
Allison Saunders jumped at the sound of her cell phone going off on her chest. Slipping it from where she had tucked it into her bra she saw it was Cindy and answered groggily, "I'm up."
"Okay," her assistant's annoyingly upbeat voice chirped in her ear, "But don't doze back off, Victoria is due any minute and the girls will be here in a half hour."
"Yes, mom." Allison ended the call and putting the phone down, sat up on the small couch in her office. She hadn't been tired, but always took a power nap before all her big pitches and was too superstitious to stop now. As always, she'd gone out like a light and was glad she'd told Cindy to call her.
Allison stretched her arms over her head; the familiar feeling of anticipation running through her at the chance to land another big client. The 'girls' as Cindy referred to them were Jasmine and Simone and they weren't just a large account to land, but one that had the potential to drastically change A&S advertising's old fashioned reputation.
Jasmine Sinn was a former porn star who'd made a name for herself by only performing with women. After retiring she had met and fallen in love with fashion designer Simone Sachon, who gained notoriety for creating lingerie specifically for the BDSM community.
The two women were gorgeous, oozed sex appeal, and two years ago combined their business savvy to launch Sinnsatiable. The company catered not just to the lesbian market, but specifically lipstick lesbians.
That had caused some negative feedback from a faction of the lesbian community who were offended they were being represented as hot female porn stars, but Jasmine and Simone had chosen well. Just as many men were buying their products for their girlfriends, effectively gaining them two markets.
Sinnsatiable's latest product was an as yet unnamed pheromone based perfume, and not happy with their original marketing company had decided to shop it around. As soon as Allison caught wind of it she approached the President of A&S, Edwin Blake about going after them, but he refused.
Edwin was in his late sixties and adhered to family values. In the recent past Allison had gotten him to go with some racier themes to keep up with the competition, but he said he was drawing the line on a lesbian porn star.
Allison had been disappointed and thought of pursuing them anyway, but she didn't want to piss off Blake, whom since she had landed several large contracts recently, had pretty much given her free reign in the company.
However, when Jasmine contacted her directly things changed. Jasmine had discovered Allison had been behind Rapture's 'No boys Allowed campaign' which featured supermodel and fellow Circle member Victoria Redding, in a spa with two other women, suggestively rubbing skin cream onto each other's shoulders. That campaign had put the stagnant A&S back on the map and inspired Jasmine to give them, and Allison specifically, a chance.
Getting the rest of the senior execs behind her, Allison had again approached Blake. After a hard fought battle she had received permission to try to bring them aboard and called the LA based company. To date she had not met with either Jasmine or Simone and had only had one conversation that lasted more than ten minutes.
Neither provided any specifics, giving Allison only two things to go on. The first; it had to be as erotic as she could get away with and the second was what Allison was afraid was going to be a sticking point; Simone wanted Victoria to be part of the campaign.
Not sure if Victoria would commit to something that racy, but knowing Simone was used to getting her way, Allison had gambled and guaranteed her Victoria.
She called Victoria and when she refused. Allison asked her to do it as a Circle favor. After all, wasn't one of the biggest purposes of the group the advancement of its members?
After a long pause, during which she imagined Victoria calling her names under her breath, she had answered coolly, "Very well Lady Pandora, The Lady Felicia will honor our groups mission and will look at your proposal."
Allison had begun to thank her when she'd added, "But keep in mind no one will ever be asked to do a favor that could in turn destroy their own career unless it is a dire emergency and adding to your client list does not constitute such an emergency."
She'd hung up without a goodbye and Allison had been tempted to call her back and hiss and meow on her voicemail, but decided against it. In the year she'd known Victoria they'd become close and she always referred to Allison as the little sister she'd always wanted. If need be Allison would beg her big sister to help her.
Allison had come up with two ideas that weren't too racy, but not all that exciting. The third was absolutely lights out, but the issue would be how racy it was. Edwin had signed off on it, saying Allison could sink or swim and if he caught a lot of backlash, she would take the heat, but Victoria was going to be an issue.
Allison slipped on the pair of black stiletto heels that matched the inappropriately short black skirt she'd chosen to wear. Jasmine and Simone were all about the female form and Allison had decided to play to that the same way she would if they were men.
Standing, she walked over to the coat rack and looked at the short sleeved black blouse she had hung up before she took a nap. All she had on right now was a red sleeveless shirt that revealed her ample cleavage and was short enough to have a tendency to rise and expose the emerald pendent dangling from her naval. She debated the shirt, then figuring leaving it off would be a bit too obvious, decided to compromise and slipped the shirt on, but left it unbuttoned.
Opening the closet next to the rack, Allison stared into the mirror set into the inside of the door and checked her make up to make sure it hadn't smeared around her eyes.
Although the rest of her assets so to speak were quite impressive, by far her eyes were her best feature. They were a deep shade of emerald green and so bright she had been asked countless times if they were contacts.
So many people had commented on them resembling cat's eyes that at eighteen Allison had a pair of matching eyes tattooed on the small of her back along with the nose and whiskers of a cat.
The line "Would you like to look into my eyes?" had become a standard one she used with her boys and one they never answered in the negative.
Both sets of her eyes stood out even more due to her fair complexion which in itself was a sharp contrast to her long curly raven black hair. With the right make up, Allison could pull off the goth look-and had on several occasions for the right boy-but otherwise went for a more fun and playful appearance.
Hopefully the girls would think she looked fun and playful because she may need every edge could get if Victoria couldn't be brought on board. Allison gave herself an up and down look smoothing her skirt and taking in her long shapely legs.
The heels did good things for them and turning, she looked over her shoulder. Allison was far from chubby, but she wasn't slender either.
Allison's hips were full and her ass was well rounded. Her breasts were large and as part of her busty figure her thighs were full and soft. Several men over the years had described her body as soft and inviting, others had used the word, 'lush'.
That was a word Allison enjoyed, far more than the term one of her pets had used when he said she was nice and 'thick'. For that remark he'd been made to lick his nice 'thick' load from her toes and thank her for the honor.
Taking a moment to pull her tight undershirt down so that even more of the tops of her breasts showed she closed the door and made her way to the area behind her desk, Allison looked at the framed poster on the wall of the No Boys allowed campaign.
Victoria wearing a towel wrapped around her with her long legs crossed and laughing as the red head behind her rubbed her shoulders.
The third woman, a beautiful brunette, was watching them with a sultry smile on her face that declared there was something more going on than met the eye. Otherwise the ad wasn't all that racy and Allison felt her confidence in Victoria's saying yes slipping away.
Turning from the poster Allison walked over to her desk and opening her lap top started the power point presentation. Looking at the screen on the wall across from her, she skipped over the first two ideas and for the fifth time today watched what she already knew would be the winning ad.
The first image being shown was the perfume in its black bottle with hot pink lettering declaring the name she had chosen for the campaign, "Sisters in Sin" The next was two professionally dressed women, one brunette, one blonde, sitting at a small table sharing a drink.
The camera had panned back far enough to show the brunette's heel off and her foot running playfully up the long skirt of the blonde.
A sultry female voice uttered the phrase, "Partners in Life"
Turning her back to the screen, Allison mentally counted to three and mouthed the next words as they were spoken "Sisters in Sin" Turning around she stared at the last image. It was the same two women, sitting on a floor before a fireplace.
Their legs were bent, the blonde's over the brunette's and they were embracing. With the exception of matching black thongs they were naked; their breasts pressed against each other, and their heads were cocked; their red lips parted as they leaned in for a passionate kiss.
