The grueling, exhilarating, trip of a lifetime continued with no end in sight. I toured the European offices of LVMH with their Vice President of Human resources, Mr. Renaud. He had become rather fun to be with despite being a handsy old letch at times. He really was quite harmless and easy to manipulate with a wink and a smile and some harmless flirting.
A two-orgasm phone sex morning with Cynthia was the perfect start to my day. After packing up my cum soaked panties in an envelope. I had the bellman ship them priority air to Cynthia in New York before Maurice and Russel took me on the tour of Venice. We spent most of the day with our own private gondola that took us around the canals. The captain even joined us for lunch and dinner at some remarkable family restaurants he knew well. They took us into the kitchen to see the meals being prepared and told us about the history of Venice and the history of their restaurants. The hospitality was incredible.
It was a remarkable tour and memorable day. That being said I could not wait to get back to the room to connect with Stacey and see how the meeting with Cynthia went and find out more about the job opportunity. I was pleasantly surprised when she answered. It was midnight my time and 6:00PM in New York.
"Lecia! How are you! It's so good to hear your voice. God, I've missed you!" She said excitedly.
"OMG, I'm so glad you answered. Are you able to talk?" I replied hoping we could talk a while.
"Yep, Saturday night and no plans. Story of my life, I've got all night." She said sarcastically.
"Great! Can we skype?"
"Sure..."
"Great, I'm calling now." I interrupted.
Her face popped onto the screen and her hair color gripped me immediately. "OMG, I love your hair." I said excitedly.
It was a vibrant burgundy shade in sharp contrast to her very dark brown natural color. Her pale white skin, against the red tinted hair that hung to her shoulders was a stunning contrast from the last time I had seen her.
I was taken aback by her stunning... beauty. It was hard to find the right term. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time. My body tingled in a scary way, as the sight of my best friend made my heart race. I tried to collect my thoughts... Was this a side effect of my obsession with Cynthia? Was I completely and totally gay?
Her eyes seemed more intensely blue than ever before. She had black eye liner on thicker than normal. It seemed to make them pop. She had bright red lipstick that drew my eyes to her subtle sweet smile. Her oval face seemed flawless and I noticed her little round button nose was in major contrast to Cynthia's sharp narrower nose. Her cheeks were subtle and curved, her eye big and bright and her chin was gently rounded, highlighting her, understated beauty.
"Thanks! I can see you now. I'm hanging up the phone." she said smiling. I did the same.
"That color's perfect for you!" I said emphatically. "So, tell me about the meeting with Cynthia. What was the job opportunity? What..."
"You won't believe it!" She cut in. "I have an interview with the fucking Yankees!"
"What?" My heart raced with excitement.
"I can't believe it! I no sooner let the words out of my mouth that I was more interested in marketing than finance, when she grabbed my hand and silenced me. Then her eye's went big and she said, "I was just talking with a friend from the Yankees yesterday." I told her, I loved the Yankees and she asked if I would be interested in working for them. I screamed, hell yes. The next thing I knew she was dialing the phone. She spoke to their VP of Marketing and got me an interview Tuesday for an entry level slot in fan relations!"
"Holy crap Stacey, that's amazing! She knows everyone! Are you excited? You'll do great. Talk about dream jobs!" I decided I better tone it down or she might get a little overwhelmed by it all.
"Excited, terrified, ecstatic, shitting my pants. I'm off the rails Lecia." She said stressed.
"Believe me, I know the feeling. I've been through it." I said calmly. "I am completely free. Tomorrow I am laying on the beach and doing nothing. I can spend all night helping you prep..."
"That would be great. You have such a way of looking at things and seeing the big picture. I need that for this interview." I could sense her calming down already.
We spent the next few hours researching the Yankees, ticket sales, TV revenues, brand recognition and everything else we could think of. I even took a look at major league baseball as a whole. We confirmed a lot of what we already knew, but it was apparent, baseball in general needed to grow in the younger demographics and we spent time brain storming ideas to do that.
We looked at their social media footprint and made a list of potential ideas to expand their presence in the younger demographic groups. We both felt great about her ability to connect and had her armed with considerable data and insight to impress them on Tuesday.
As we continued to talk, I found myself mesmerized by her face. She had on black headphones that contrasted with her burgundy hair and made her all the more cute.
I was so glad we skyped. It is so much more personal than talking on the phone. I felt so much more connected.
When the conversation turned to my career, it was a relief to vent all the anxiety and excitement I had been going through, while seeing her face and the genuine happiness that I was living my dream. As the conversation turned to Cynthia, I was overcome by the urge to come clean about my relationship with my new boss.
