It was my Mom's friend Angelique who introduced me to Carol, incredibly enough.
"You're a fully grown man now, Sean," she said. "You'll be graduating college soon, and you're going places. My friends Hank and Carol are looking for the right kind of young person for their business, a kind of a protege.
"Play your cards right and this could be the right kind of introduction into the world of business; the kind of opportunity that comes along once in a lifetime.
"Opportunity knocks but once, you know."
Angelique took me to a cafe downtown, nice but not too ostentatious, expensive but not swank. Decor was minimalist; the focus was on the menu and service. The place was laid out, acoustics were such the impression was of privacy, in a big, low-lit hall.
The maître d' seated us in the upper loft area, which afforded them even more exclusiveness. I looked around; the walls were covered with a sort of burlap-type fabric that seemed to absorb sound, objets d'art were displayed in niches, individually spot-lighted.
"Oh here's Carol now," Angelique said.
I was able to drink her in as she climbed the stairs to meet me; a stunning brunette, with sparkling gray-green eyes. A very pretty face, I wouldn't say big in the chest but a pleasantly full, slender waist, well rounded hips and a nice pair of long legs that went from well-muscled thighs down to a dainty set of narrow ankles. I guessed she was about five foot eleven, more in her high heels; a very hot item, even for a woman in her middle-age.
Her outfit screamed money, especially the perfect cream silk skirt and jacket. Her skirt was short but not too short, tight over her ass, showing the lace tops her stockings. A low cut tight blouse under her top revealed a glimpse of lace; where her generous pair filled out the scalloped of her bra.
A simple strand of pearls disappeared into the valley of her cleavage.
The glimpses of lace - her stocking tops, the edges of the cups of her bra - were a pleasant distraction, almost a tease. Carol carried herself with a definite sense of style; sophisticated, experienced, almost seductive. I envied her husband - her figure spoke of exciting things in the bedroom department.
She offered me her hand, in such a way it was almost as if she expected me to kiss it. As a prospective mentor, I was unsure if this was the correct thing to do, and so we just did one of those girl-type handshakes, where you just hold the fingers.
Angelique and Carol did that kissee-kissee thing that women can get away with, and soon afterward Angelique excused herself.
"Here, sit next to me here," Carol said, patting the seat next to her. "There's a glare behind you and I can't see your face."
