Ginny was a 'natural'. Her salesmanship and account management skills had landed her a position with one of the top ad agencies in the Bay area. She had systematically acquired several high profile hi-tech firms and signed them to global contracts. Her account portfolio had over doubled in the past year, as it had the two previous years. Ginny was high energy, a dynamo rising quickly in the eyes of the firm. She had set a reputation for winning.
I knew of her as I had competed with her for a number of accounts. Ginny was tenacious, and her agency's capabilities and professional reputation gave her a clear advantage. We had met socially at business functions, she had always attended alone as had I. Contact with her had always been slightly strained, I felt she viewed me with caution, as she would any competitor. In spite of her 'all business' demeanor I found her incredibly attractive.
Ginny had strong features and a compact athletic looking body. About 5'6" tall she seemed perfectly proportioned from head to toe. In her mid-thirties she was the stereotypical professional woman, well coiffed, well manicured, conservatively attired. Her voice rose and fell, rich in tenor, deep in tone. Ginny's green eyes dominated her appearance and could pierce through to your soul yet softly tease as they lightly frisked you. She was easily the most desirable woman I had ever met.
I was of similar stature, a little shorter perhaps, and a few more curves. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pouting lips on a firm, slim, well toned body. Bi-sexual as opposed to lesbian, I lived alone, seldom lacking for company or a sexual partner. My professional career had assured me contact with several men and women however, over time I had become more attracted to women than men. They were less predictable in both the chase and the conquest. I liked that.
Women always presented a challenge and I found it a turn on to seduce, or be seduced by a woman. Particularly so if there were men vying for her or my attention. Leaving a bar with the most beautiful woman there gave me a feeling of superiority, of power. All these guys with huge egos and hard dicks and she's leaving with me, or I'm leaving with her. It didn't get much better than that. And I always seemed to bring the 'slut' out in any woman I bedded. Many confided they did things with me that they did not do with their regular partners, male or female.
When I finally left the account management position I had held and joined a firm as Director of Marketing and Communications I found myself moving to the other side of the desk. The company was moving quickly, breaking records for revenues and earnings. However, they needed a new branding campaign and I convinced them I was the one to deliver results. My budget was impressive, the company had money and was willing to spend it.
In our industry news of an advertising opportunity travels fast. I soon had calls from every agency in the Bay area except one, Ginny's. Instead I returned to my office after lunch one day to find a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers, tastefully arranged, in an expensive vase. Surprised, I opened the card.
'Congratulations on your new appointment. Let's celebrate!' signed, Virginia.'
A warm, tingling sensation grew inside me as I set aside the card. Was this a way of professional approach or was Ginny being more personal? Perhaps both. I knew her more by her professional reputation, which hardly extended to intimate knowledge of her personal life. 'Had I been that obvious' I thought, had she picked up on my interest. No one had affected me the way Ginny had, I grew wet just thinking about her.
My anticipation built over the weekend. I normally enjoy a trip to the wine country especially when entertaining friends from out of town. It was the fall and a great time to view the harvest, the wineries were alive with activity, transporting, unloading, crushing, and storing gallons of wine. Despite this I found my mind wandering back to Ginny's card, wondering, thinking, and then shaking my head back to reality. Monday could not come quick enough.
"Hi Tina, hope you had a great weekend. I was hoping to schedule dinner with you on Wednesday night, are you available?" Ginny's deep voice was unmistakable although disappointingly business like. She left her cell phone and office number.
Returning the call I connected to her voice mail. "Yes, I would be available and would love to have dinner with her," I found myself saying. I suggested we meet at a favorite bar of mine, a few minutes from the Fisherman's Wharf area. I knew Ginny lived in the city itself. She owned a large condominium with an incredible view out over the Bay to Alcatraz Island, the steep shoreline of Sausalito and Marin County looming in the distance, often shrouded in cloud and mist.
I was excited yet had to check myself, after all this could be little more than a business date. While I felt compelled to dress somewhat conservatively in a business suit, I chose the sexiest set of bra and panties I owned. Both were sheer and gave full view to my intimate jewelry, small silver rings in both nipples and three down one side of the inner lips of my shaven pussy.
My first glimpse of Ginny was outside the bar where we met. She had appeared out of one of the art galleries down the street and turned walking toward me.
"Tina, it's great to see you!" Ginny reached out in a full embrace. I felt myself pushing against her body, she smelled delicious.
"Ginny, you look great. Thank you for the beautiful flowers. "
We headed in for a drink, I needed something to settle me down. My heart was pounding, I felt a wetness between my thighs. 'God, I'm going to come just sitting beside this woman,' I thought. Ginny was very poised, very cool, and very sexy. We talked about business, account relationships mostly. I realized she was very efficiently extracting every ounce of information she could get from me.
"Maxim's okay for dinner? " Ginny asked suddenly. I nodded as she called for a reservation on her cell phone. A few minutes later we were on our way, it was a short walk past Ghiradelli Square.
Dinner was uneventful, Ginny led the conversation into a discussion of her firm's role in designing and managing a full branding campaign. She was incredibly smooth and persuasive. I admired how she matched our needs to their capability and their significance to me as their client. Her business close was to convince me to work with her to prepare an executive presentation. I agreed.
We were finished our dinner, Ginny had completed her business and I was almost sure the evening was about to end when she paused, and gave me a very serious, inquiring look. "Tina, there is a club near here that I like to go to, would you like to join me tonight?"
'Yeeeessss!' I thought as I answered her. Ginny smiled and motioned to the waiter to bring our check.
The club was a short cab ride away. As we entered it was clear it was a lesbian club and very upscale. The décor was tasteful, dimly lit, with semi private areas along the back and sides where women could be more intimate with each other. The music was loud, but not uncomfortable. The dance floor was busy with women, moving, touching, feeling, and being with each other. It felt good.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked, startling me.
"Yes, yes of course."
We sat down at a table reasonably close to the dance floor. I couldn't help but stare, fascinated as women expressed themselves in ways they dare not elsewhere. I felt my temperature rising.
