Thanks to thesoundandfury and Hotscribe for all their help with this series and those of you who have sent me some outstanding feedback. Chapter 7 will be following shortly and with some action I think everyone will like.
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Monday morning rolled around with a vengeance for Dina Daly. As her alarm went off at six thirty, Dina rolled over in the king-sized bed she shared with James, vainly trying to find the snooze button in the dark. Giving up after several attempts, she dragged her slim body from the warmth of bed. Standing up, she stretched, long and sinuously, her body arching back gracefully. Her nightgown crept up her thighs, revealing the long, smooth appendages, her breasts straining proudly against the modest bodice of her gown. Shaking her sable locks out of her face, Dina headed for the shower.
Adjusting the temperature of the water to just shy of scalding, Dina stepped into the spray. Her body instantly turning pink under the hot needles of water, her sable locks hanging thickly down her shoulders and back. Dina picked up her loofa and squeezing a goodly amount of bath gel, began slathering her body, rich suds forming over her skin. As she washed her breasts, her nipples became hard, reminding her of Angel's nipples. Her face flushed as she remembered the weight and softness of the stripper's breasts, the hard nipples and impossibly soft skin. Her clit began to tingle as she worked the loofa down her flat stomach, her muscles quivering with the sensation. Her clit stuck out slightly, aching to be touched, her lips and mound smooth except for the small landing strip LuAnn had waxed for her on Saturday. Softly Dina circled her clit, her fingers sliding smoothly over her sex, her hips bucking against her hand as she cried out and came.
Leaning against the wall, Dina gradually got her breathing back under control, and when her legs felt strong enough to hold her, she finished her ablutions, and stepped out of the shower. Briskly drying her body with a fluffy towel, Dina felt her mind going in a million different directions. Saturday night had been new and exciting; she just wasn't sure what to think of her reaction to the other woman. She had been slightly jealous when the stripper had paid James attention, but when the attentions turned to her, she was completely spellbound. It had been as if another's hands were caressing the curvy blonde, someone else kissing the woman with a passion that surprised her. Dina's mind was in a quandary, she wasn't sure what to think of the new thoughts pervading her mind.
Dina finished drying her body and began picking out her suit for the day. She discarded the usual black pantsuits, instead opting for a lilac skirted suit. The skirt bordered on being too short, the top was short-sleeved with capped sleeves. She paired the outfit with a pair of taupe pumps, and forgoing pantyhose as her legs were butter soft and tanned. She opened her lingerie armoire, and rifling through her rather large collection, came up with a white demi cup bra, the lace barely covering her nipples and matching lace thong. The idea of wearing something so racy under her suit gave Dina a dark thrill.
I wonder what James would think if he saw this?
she thought as she pulled the thong up her thighs, adjusting the straps on her hips. She shrugged into the bra, the cups filled to overrunning with the full swells of her breasts. Her pink nipples pushed proudly against the fabric and she took one last look in the mirror before fastening the skirt around her waist and buttoning the jacket up.
In her Mustang, on the way to the office, Dina began to mentally go over her task list for the day. She had a conference call with Michael Madison at ten am and she wasn't looking forward to it. The deal with Werner Industries was a difficult and tedious litigation, but her clients expected the best. Dina usually came away from her meetings with Michael frustrated and fuming. She could almost guarantee that today's call would tip things in her favor.
Walking into the glass-doored lobby of Daly, Daly and Smith, Dina felt all of her troubled thoughts and concerns float away as she put on her "game face." Being on of the few women at a male-dominated firm had its ups and downs. To know that these men respected her legal abilities was a huge boost, but most of the women there assumed she was only a trophy piece, a partner because her husband was co-founder of the firm. Little did they know all of the hours Dina had spent working late at night, putting her best efforts into some of their biggest coups.
Walking swiftly to her office, Dina paused at her secretary's desk.
"Any messages for me Megan?" she inquired.
"None yet, Mrs. Daly. You have a ten o'clock conference call with Mr. Madison, and at two thirty, a Ms. Rosalind Barnes wants to have a meeting," the pert brunette told Dina. Megan Maloney was fresh out of college, working for Dina for less than three months. She was proper at all times, punctual and one of the few women who openly admired Dina. She was petite, her body curvy where Dina's was slim.
Dina found her eyes involuntarily drawn to the younger woman's cleavage, her face flaming when she realized that she was trying to steal a peek down her blouse.
"Phone Ms. Barnes's assistant and let her know that two thirty is fine," Dina said, almost rushing into her office, her cheeks flaming red.
Closing the door behind her, Dina fanned herself with her hand. Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire, and if she hazarded a guess, her face was bright red as well.
What the hell has come over me?
she thought.
Did one kiss turn me into a lesbian? I'm checking women out constantly, having rampant fantasies anytime I see a little skin!
Focusing her thoughts on the upcoming conference call, Dina breezed through her email and gathering the required files, took a seat at the table to the left of her desk to begin preparing for the upcoming fight.
Time flew by as Dina outlined the points she intended to raise with Michael Madison. She jumped when Megan buzzed her with the highly anticipated call. Dina stood and got a glass of water from the carafe on her credenza as she worked the kinks out of her neck.
"Dina Daly," she answered the phone tersely.
"Dina, what a pleasure to hear your voice," came the reply. Michael prided himself on his smooth speaking voice. He had wooed many a jury with his Texas drawl.
