I was beginning to feel somewhat lightheaded. I wasn't sure if the second-hand smoke from the marijuana inside The Coral Reefer was affecting me, or whether my nerves were reacting to the fact I was about to meet a powerful man, perhaps someone I knew, who'd made an interesting bid on my virginity.
There was a slight commotion at the podium. I looked and saw Monica welcoming a man and a woman. Her voice had become high-pitched, and her body language overly animated as she fawned over the man and woman.
The man was younger, and shorter than the impeccably dressed woman; he walked away from the woman and went towards the far-right corner of the room. The woman refused a menu from Monica, turned, and came in my direction.
I couldn't take my eyes off her; I tried my best to hide my stare.
Tall, and elegant; she walked with the confidence only powerful women possess. Her blouse was silk, and expensive. Her skirt came several inches above her knees. She stood completely upright with shoulders thrown back.
Most women these days didn't have the confidence, maybe even a touch of arrogance as well, to walk as tall and proudly as this woman. I was totally blown-away with her demeanor.
She was getting closer to my table so I had to avert my eyes. For some unfathomable reason, I felt my heart pounding.
She was standing beside my table as I took a deep gulp of water.
"Sarah, thank you very much for meeting me here!" I thought I heard her say.
I looked around to see who she was talking to-she was talking to me!
I was dumbfounded and tongue-tied. I couldn't imagine how she knew my name.
She had a low, pleasant laugh. "You weren't expecting to meet a woman here, were you?"
OH MY GOSH-NO-It had never-ever occurred to me a woman would make a bid for my virginity.
Then she said something that made the hairs on my neck stand straight, and caused my hands to tremble.
"Sarah, my name is Missy Hatfield-it is a true pleasure to meet you!"
She offered me her hand. I momentarily froze, but recovered soon enough to stand, and shake her hand. Her handshake was as impressive as her appearance.
"Ms Hatfield-it is an honor to meet you...and, uh, well, no-no, I didn't think I'd be meeting a woman here today!" I said in a quivering voice.
I guessed she was a good four-inches taller than me. I gazed up at her beautiful face and found myself lost for words again.
"Are you hungry, dear? I'm famished-please-sit!" she said and lowered herself into the seat across from mine. I took a deep breath and sat down.
Almost immediately, Barry the server was standing at our table.
"Ms Hatfield, it is an honor and a privilege to serve you again! May I bring you a cool beverage today?" he said in his most professional manner.
"Hi Barry, good to see you, too...Sarah, dear, would you join me in a glass of chardonnay?" she asked.
"Y-Yes, I would love to!" I said even though I'd never had a glass of wine in my life. Once again, I couldn't resist furtively glancing at the large bulge inside the servers speedo.
When Barry left the table Ms Hatfield said with a wide smile, "Yes, dear...he does have an impressive package, doesn't he? AND, he knows how to use it, too!"
OH-MY-GOD-she'd caught me looking at him! I fought the urge to bury my face in my hands.
"Don't be embarrassed, dear-you're SUPPOSED to look! That's why we chose these uniforms!" she said matter-of-factly.
My ears pricked up. "We? Do you OWN this place?"
"Oh, good catch, dear-yes, the corporation owns this company, as well as many other businesses...which is precisely why I invited you here today...you see, dear, All-American Hardware isn't about nuts and bolts and screwdrivers and hammers...no, we have a very wide portfolio of distinctly different businesses that keeps us busy, and, quite frankly, stretched very thin when it comes to finding talented management."
I couldn't believe how quickly Barry returned with our wine.
"Thank you, Barry," said Ms Hatfield. "I know it's only been two weeks, but how do you enjoy working here so far?"
I saw her hand slowly dip underneath the table, and I wasn't sure, but I swore she was massaging his thigh...and then I saw an almost imperceptible twitching inside Barry's speedo.
"Uh, well-I love it, Ms Hatfield," he nervously replied.
"Are you earning an adequate income, Barry?" she said.
Her hand was still busy on his thigh, and OH-MY-GOD-Barry's speedo began tenting-out. She was deliberately teasing him into an erection for my benefit.
"Y-Y-Yes, Ms Hatfield...I make enough..." he said; obviously very uncomfortable with his growing problem.
She removed her hand from Barry and lifted her glass to me and said, "Cheers! Thank you for coming today!"
I clinked her glass and said, "Thank you for inviting me!"
"Sarah, do you like hamburgers? We make the best in town here-if you will allow me to order for you I think you'll enjoy it!"
"Oh-sure...that would be nice," I replied.
She is certainly accustomed to being in control...she's a definite alpha-type female...I was VERY impressed!
She ordered the food and Barry hurried away with a three-quarter hard-on opening the top of his speedo. I was thinking it is a good thing it's dark in here otherwise Barry could be in for some real embarrassment.
"See what kind of fun I have in my position, Sarah?" she asked with a smile.
I laughed and said, "Yes, your job does seem to have some interesting perks!"
"You don't know the half of it, dear," she laughed.
We sipped our wine. I had never felt so relaxed with such a powerful person.
"You do know your boyfriend works for me, right dear?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes.
"Oh, yes-he told me the day you hired him...but he hasn't said anything about what his job actually entails," I said.
"No? Nothing at all?" she pressed me.
"Nothing...he said he signed some kind of agreement that forbids him from talking about anything that happens on company property...is that true?" I asked innocently.
"Yes, dear, all employees are required to sign a nondisclosure agreement-corporations have to be very careful these days in protecting their intellectual property!" she answered.
She gave me an opening to tell her about Caroline-to get even with that bitch...my heart screamed "DO IT-SAY SOMETHING" but my brain said "Not now-it's too early-you just met this woman-I don't want to appear to be some kind of vengeful cunt." I decided to wait.
"Tell me about your relationship with John...since you're offering to sell your virginity, that means you obviously haven't had intercourse with him...do you two do 'other' things to keep you satisfied?" she asked.
This time I blushed a deeper red and when I didn't respond fast enough she continued: "I'm not deliberately trying to make you uncomfortable, dear...but in this New World, women are experiencing a sexual freedom previously denied to us...granted, this 'freedom' has been forced on us, but it is nonetheless a step in the right direction...women have always shared intimate details of their sex lives with one other, and now we can do so without guilt or shame...are you the one who taught John his oral skills?"
I smiled and looked into her eyes. "Yes, he is a wonderful-"
She finished my thought.
"Pussy-eater? Cunt-licker? Yes, he is, dear," she said. "You've done a magnificent job training him!"
I found myself saying, "Thank you."
"How about you, Sarah, almost all women these days need to use sex to get what they want or need...you are such a beautiful girl with a shapely figure, I have to assume you've been forced into situations where you have had to rely on your body to get what you need?" she asked.
There was no question I would tell this woman the truth...something deep in my mind said she would instinctively know whether I was truthful or not...what difference does it make anyhow? I asked myself. I might as well admit everything.
"Well, I worked at a burger place and to get more hours, I had to put-out for the owners son," I said calmly.
"Short of intercourse, naturally...what did he have you do?" she asked.
I averted her eyes and answered, "I had to show him my breasts as I sat on his lap and masturbated him."
"How was his cock, dear? Did he at least have a nice one?" she asked.
With a sheepish grin, I replied, "Yes...it was pretty nice, longer and thicker than-uh, well..."
"Bigger than Johns," she said; once again completing my thought.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so..." I sighed.
