Deniese Paris was annoyed. Why had Con sent Linda to see her? He knew Deniese choose suppliers based on scientific studies, not on visits with salespeople, whom she generally detested. She had seen the lab work on InGen's products; they were average at best. She remembered Linda; she'd heard she had recently left Mendoz for InGen. Linda was an attractive women – they were all attractive – and at least she wasn't one of those nubile twenty-two years olds.
Deniese had once been one of those, marrying her college football playing boyfriend and trading on her looks for her first few jobs. When, at 28, she discovered her husband fucking his nineteen year old secretary, well, she tossed his ass out and put that life behind her. Deniese became a model of efficiency. She cut the brown hair that once flowed to her waist, wore what was left stacked on her head, eschewed make-up, and gained twenty pounds, an increase she hid behind loose-fitting sexless clothes. Today she was wearing a pants suit.
What, Deniese mused, was the minimal amount of time she could spend with Linda without seeming rude? Ten minutes? She'd give Linda five. She buzzed her secretary and told her to make Linda wait twenty minutes before sending her in.
Deniese was sitting behind her imposing desk when the door to her office opened. What walked through stunned her. She remembered Linda as a good-looking woman, but a woman pushing forty who had stopped taking care of herself. This Linda could pass for someone fifteen years younger and radiated good health. She was also beautiful, as beautiful and sexy a woman as Deniese could remember, but not sexy like the floozy she found with her husband. Linda gleamed with intelligence, grace, style, and judgment.
Deniese stood and walked to Linda, taking her hand. Linda kissed Deniese on the cheek. Deniese felt a flutter in her stomach.
"It's so good of you to see me. I know how busy you are. I'm told I have five minutes."
Flustered, Deniese stumbled through a sentence. "It's nothing. I'm so happy you came by...." She continued holding Linda's hand and stared into her luminescent eyes. When Linda motioned to two comfortable Queen Anne chairs beside a small antique table, Deniese sat, all idea of perching behind her massive desk gone.
Linda was wearing a white silk blouse, an Armani Collezioni lapel jacket, and a pencil skirt that reached her knees. She was class, pure class. When Linda crossed her legs Deniese noticed her four inch open toed heels. Her toenails were polished, but not colored. Deniese's eyes tracked up Linda's body, hesitating for a moment at Linda's breasts, before looking into her eyes.
Linda asked a few questions, but Deniese's brain had locked-down. Unable to think of what to say or how to respond, she finally blurted out, "You look great."
"Why, thank you. I had started to let myself ago, but the move to InGen helped me break some bad habits." Linda leaned forward, as if sharing a confidence, "What do you think of the outfit?"
I was a bit self-indulgent after my first big sale at InGen." Deniese's eyes glanced down Linda's blouse, searching for her breasts.
Julie was right, Linda thought. If she focused her sexual energy, there were few who could resist her. She did so now, imagining Deniese hopelessly infatuated with her. Crossing her legs again, letting her skirt rise above her knees, Linda reached for her briefcase. "I wanted to share some of our newest test results with you."
Deniese barely heard her. Instead, she was staring at Linda's magnificent legs. She licked her lips, blushed slightly, and arched her back. Her mind was racing; she had never seen a woman this sexy before. But more than that, Linda exuded strength. Deniese felt completely inadequate; she wanted to please Linda, to make sure she was happy. Deniese thought of her own appearance, feeling a need to apologize. "Looking at you, makes me realize how much I've let myself go."
Linda put down her briefcase and placed a folder on the table. "Really? Well, I've always thought you were a lovely woman, Deniese. Of course, you play it down at the office. For example, these glasses hide your beautiful green eyes."
Linda removed Deniese's glasses, making sure to run her fingernails softly across Deniese's cheeks. Deniese visibly shuddered at the touch. Linda stared directly into Deniese's eyes. "Your eyes are the same green as a tropical forest. One could imagine getting lost in there."
Deniese smiled shyly, but felt her gut jolt. Could this woman actually think her pretty?
Linda laid Deniese's glasses on the table and, placing her hands on the arms of the chair, slowly lifted herself up and gracefully walked around behind Deniese. "And your hair. Such a soft brown color. You always wear it up. Do you mind if I let it down?"
Linda removed the clip from Deniese's hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. Linda ran her fingers though Deniese's hair; goose bumps erupted over Deniese's body.
"Let me get a brush from my purse." Then, checking the office clock, Linda said. "I see my time is almost up. Can you cancel your next appointment?"
Addled, Deniese had trouble recalling the day's calendar. Yes, she was supposed to have lunch with Frank Gorshen in purchasing and then meet with Hiram Johnson. Neither was vital.
She looked over her shoulder at Linda, her voice obsequious, "Nothing I can't cancel. I'll do so now."
Taking Linda's hand in her own for balance, a thrill running through her at the touch, Deniese stood and, on shaky legs, walked to her deck and picked up her phone. As Deniese told her secretary to cancel her appointments, Linda ran the brush through her hair. Deniese's gut was doing flip-flops. "That's much better, but we must do something about these clothes. At least we can show off a bit of that bosom. I bet you drive the boys crazy with those things."
Deniese, always well-endowed, had gotten even bigger as she had put on weight. Linda stepped close and, her forearms resting on Deniese's breasts, undid several buttons. Linda's touch was subtle and gentle and Deniese's breasts swelled with blood. Her nipples erupted with desire. She felt a burning between her legs; she' thought she'd left this kind of intense arousal in her past. She wanted to cover the blonde with kisses, to tell her she was the most magnificent woman she'd ever seen. But she was scared, uncertain. Why would Linda be interested in her?
Linda, well aware of the effect she was having, walked Deniese to the mirror. Linda had unbuttoned enough of Deniese's blouse to expose the swell at the top of her breasts. In the mirror Deniese saw a woman who looked just like her, but with lust burning in her face. She turned her attention to the image beside her, running her eyes up and down Linda's form until her gaze again fell on Linda's breasts.
"You keep staring at my breasts."
