This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only
Thursday morning I was at my desk at six. With a new purpose, I got all the mundane daily stuff out of the way. When my assistant got to her desk there was a cup of coffee, and a rose, with thanks written on the card.
I went around and talked to the key people that would help me get this done by Friday. I apologized for the last couple of days, but I told them I was going to be pushing them hard to make up for the slow down I had caused. We got things going, and it just kind of snowballed. By the time I left, at five o'clock, there was just a few minor things that had to be taken care of tomorrow.
After the cab dropped me off in front of the hotel, I went down to a small Chinese take out joint. I bought a few boxes, and went up to my room. After the last few days of not getting a lot of sleep, and then the marathon day today, I passed out in front of the TV with a box of sweet and sour pork still in my hand.
I came to Friday morning, after sleeping for eight hours straight. I haven't slept over five hours at one time in years. After cleaning all the food off the bed, I jumped in the shower, and went down to find something to kick-start my mourning.
A triple espresso, in a short cup, and a muffin, and I was good to go. I was at the office by seven, by nine my desk was cleared off, and packed up. I spent the rest of the morning going around and thanking everyone for all the great work they had done. I told them they were one of the best crews I had trained in a long time, and I meant it.
I took all of the management team that had help in the transition, out to lunch. It lasted a couple of hours, and then I went back, said my good byes, and left. I went back to the hotel, and started packing. I left out enough to get me through a few days, but other then that everything was ready to be picked up for the airport by five o'clock.
I had a couple of hours to kill, so I went down to wander around the area one last time. I wandered from shop front to shop front. After a time I took a seat at an outdoor café, got a cup of coffee, and sat to watch the people milling about.
As I was sitting there, I saw a couple of young guys walking my way with big grins on their faces. They were talking and laughing.
"She doesn't have much up top, but damn she looks good in that red dress," one of them said.
"Did you see those nipples sticking out? You know she was alone, maybe we should go back and offer to keep her company," the other one said as they passed me laughing.
"With a body like that, she will only be alone as long as she wants to be, I'll guarantee you," the first one said as they continued up the sidewalk.
I took a look in the direction they had come from, but I didn't see anyone in a red dress. She must have been going the other way. I finished my coffee, and looking at the clock I saw that I had a little over a half an hour before Angie was due to show up. I still didn't think she would, but I'd be in my room at seven to see. I got up, deciding to make a last circuit around the small area before going back.
I walked up the street, not really looking at anything, just doing a little thinking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red going into a shop. Thinking this might be the lady in red the two guys were talking about, I wanted a closer look. I made my way over to the front of the store, and saw it was the little boutique where we had bought Angie's tiny suits.
I didn't see the red dress anywhere. I saw some movement at the back of the store, and a minute later the red dress went flashing past the end of an isle. All I had time to see were the dress, and a head of dark hair, as she went to the side where the fitting rooms were located.
Standing in front of a woman's wear store is fine if you happen to either be a woman, or are with a woman. People tend to look at you funny when you're a single guy. After noticing a couple of the looks I was getting, I decided it was time to get out of there anyway, and gave a mental shrug thinking I'd not get a look at her.
I made my way back to the hotel, and up to the room. Kicking off my shoes, I lay back on the bed with the remote, to see if I could find the news. Over the ticker, at the bottom of the screen, I was keeping an eye on the time, at five to seven I knew she wasn't coming. I promise to stop that nasty thinking habit, because as soon as I thought it, there was a knock at the door.
I got off the bed, and went to the door. What I saw on the other side had my mouth hanging open again. Angie's dark hair hung straight down her back. She had definitely been tanning, and it only made those pale eyes more striking as they sparkled up at me. She was wearing a tight, little tank top that had spaghetti straps, and a skirt. The skirt had a wide elastic waste band, and hung loosely to down past her knees. The way it sat on her hips and gripped her lower belly, left a small strip of bare belly showing between the two halves.
I think I had found the woman that those two guys had been talking about. From the tank top, down to her heels, everything was red, and those nipples were sticking out a mile.
She looked down smiling. "May I come in?" she asked in a quiet voice.
I snapped my mouth shut, and stepped aside to let her in. When I turned away from the door, she was standing in the center of the room facing me. With her heels on, and her arms at her sides, she was breathtaking. When she saw me looking at her she blushed, and dropped her head.
"You look beautiful," I said as evenly as I could.
"Thank you. I've made a couple of visits to the girls in the lobby. They do great work," she said.
I started for the counter where the mini bar, and refrigerator were. "They didn't have to do much. Would you like something to drink?"
"I'd take a bottle of water if you have one," she said going over, and putting her handbag on the dresser.
I took out two bottles of water turned, and handed her one. I walked over, and flopped down on the bed, with my back propped against the headboard.
"I hope your week went a little better then mine," I said looking for something safe to talk about.
"I haven't been to work since nine-thirty Monday morning," she said, taking a long drink, and putting her water on the table. "After I told her what happened, Kathy made me leave, and I am taking some vacation time. I'm not sure you could possibly have had a worse week then I have had.'
"When I got home, after you left me in that club, I tried to call you. The person at the desk said you had checked out of that room, and they wouldn't tell me where you had gone. I spent all day Sunday pacing around an empty house waiting to see if you would call. Sunday night, I went to the club, to see if you were there. While I was looking for you, Madam Vivian saw me.'
"Can you believe I actually sat down and talked to her? I still don't believe I told her everything I did. The whole time I'm talking to her, Jon was kneeling on the floor next to her it was so weird. She asked some pretty hard questions, but in the end I told her everything. I even shocked Jon a few times."
"I had a little talk with her too. You made quite an impression on her. What exactly did you tell her? She knew a great deal about our relationship," I said.
"I told you, I told her everything. I couldn't help it. She kept asking me things, and I just kept blabbing away," she said, and smiled. "I thought Jon was going to swallow his tongue, when I told her some of the things you had done to me."
Angie raised her head, and looked me in the eyes. "Jon did turn green, when Madam asked me if I was in love with you, and I answered yes, without even thinking. She asked me what I would do to get you back, and I told her anything.'
"She gave me her number, and I called her when Kathy sent me home from work Monday. She said we would start immediately, and had me meet her," she said dropping her head smiling. "I hope you appreciate all the work she did. I hope you like the ah… changes she suggested."
"Well the tan looks fantastic, other then that, I don't see anything different. I have to say, you look pretty good in that red dress though," I said.
"Thank you, but there are a lot of things different," she said, but I cut her off.
"I'm sure there are," I said, and set my water on the nightstand, "but it's not like this is our first date. Come here."
"I have a very hard time keeping my thoughts in order when you get your hands on me, and there are some things I need to say. The way you look at me is bad enough," she said not moving.
"I will hear you better if you come closer," I said.
"You can hear me fine, from here, I really want to talk to you," she said.
I reached out with my left hand, took a hold of her left hand, and pulled her to the bed. With some small urging tugs, she kicked off her heels, and let me pull her up onto the bed. With the long skirt, it was a little hard, but she knee walked as I pulled her across my thighs, and up to my lap. She spent a couple of seconds pulling her dress from under her knees, and then settled down on me.
"Happy now?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you. What, you don't think I could have maybe missed you a little too?" I asked.
"You were the one that left me sitting there naked in that booth," she said quietly putting her head down.
"Look Angie, I tried to get you to talk to me that night. You didn't have much to say. When that little prick called you a slut, you started feeling guilty again. After he had just told you he was trying to get you out of his way, you sit there feeling guilty. On top of that you won't tell me why.'
"I'm not playing this game any more Angie. I am sure Madam told you the conditions of this meeting, and what your showing up means. I know you don't remember, but when we went out with Kathy, and you were getting ready to pass out you told me you loved me. I have been trying to sort out my own feeling on that since. I'm pretty sure I love you too, but that doesn't mean I want to change the way things are between us.'
"The things we did at the club were fantastic, but I want YOU. I won't settle for less. I don't want you groveling on your knees like a dog. When I put you on your knees, it's because I'm going to get behind you and fuck you. I don't want some mindless bimbo, I want a passionate, sensual woman, with an imagination, and the guts to ask for what she wants."
"All the things you just said you were looking for in a woman, I can be all those," she said quietly not looking up.
I pushed her chin up with my fingers. "Angie, you are those things. You are the only one that won't see that. I don't know where you came up with this idea that, just because you enjoy what we do together, it means you're evil or whatever it is you think you are. You do know that having an orgasm is thought by most people to be a good thing?" I said chuckling.
Angie blushed, and leaned forward smiling, with her forearms against my chest. "I enjoy having orgasms. God knows I had better the way you treat me. It's just … it's just that it scares me, how much you want of me. It's like there is no end to it."
