This is an incest story so the usual warning to those who don't like them.
If you are new to this story it would be better for you to read Part I first.
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There were fifteen of us at the office for our weekly meeting. The broker was going over sales and new listings and then he pointed to what he thought were promising sales trends and gave us his standard, go-get-`em pep talk. It was like a day off with the meeting first, followed by the open-house tour where we would visit the new listings other brokers were hosting. It gave agents from other offices a chance to look at what was new. There were usually ten or so houses every week and a lot of the hosts served food. Besides seeing the houses it was a chance to mix with the others and gossip. I usually enjoyed it and this week was no exception.
After the meeting four of us went on tour in my car. It took us an hour and a half to get to the last one, a waterfront house. Once inside the others went off to look around on their own while I went into the kitchen where Sally Simpson, the host and one of the agents I liked, was serving her delicious lasagna. I was having some and visiting with her when Brad appeared. He had been walking past the kitchen on his way to the deck when he glanced in, spotted me and came over.
"Virginia, we need to talk," he said. He had placed himself between Sally and me, his back to her, shutting her out or acting as if she wasn't there. I wasn't sure which. He didn't appear to notice or care that he was interrupting, and he made it sound as if it were something I was required to do.
"OK." I looked at Sally. She was smiling. I wondered what she was thinking. There was something about Brad's commanding manner that rubbed a lot of agents the wrong way. I put my plate down on the counter and Brad and I moved off toward a quiet spot on the front deck.
He seemed anxious and eager at the same time. "Look, can we get together tonight? My wife's out of town."
I told him I could meet him for a drink this afternoon but dinner was out. I could see he was disappointed but I didn't care. I turned to look out at the bay. A breeze had created a light chop and the bright sunlight sparkling off the rippling blue water made it look as if it was strewn with diamonds. "What a beautiful day!"
"When?" Brad didn't give a damn about the day.
I turned my attention back to him. "I have a buyer who wants to look at a condo after she gets off work so I'll have to see. I'll call you. I can meet you when I'm done."
Brad said OK to that, said he would wait for my call, went back inside and in a few minutes he left with his group.
I looked at the house, then went out to my car and drove our group back to the office, enjoying the gossip agents always have about other agents. A lot of sniping goes on.
Back at the office, I was catching up on paperwork, thinking about my encounter with Brad when my cell rang. It was Robbie. At the sound of his voice my heart quickened. His car needed new brakes, he said, and his mechanic called with an unexpected opening. Could he bring it in right away? So he said yes. He said he and some others were going to his friend Ken's house to watch an afternoon baseball game on television and asked me if he could use my car. He'd be back at 8 or so. I said OK and told him I could get a ride home with one of the other agents.
I checked myself out at the front desk and drove to the mechanic's shop. I picked up Robbie and he rode with me back to the office. We hardly spoke. The tension between us in the car was intense, as if we were waiting for a starter gun of some kind. I parked in my reserved space, a more or less private spot in the corner of the lot where the employees parked. We both just sat there for a few seconds. Then I turned to him. The look on his face! He wanted me and I wanted him and we both knew it showed.
"OK, well, be careful driving. I'll see you later. "
"I don't care about the game so call me if there's a problem. I could be home a lot earlier."
"I'll be fine, honey. You have fun and I'll see you when you get back. I'll have dinner ready."
He was fidgeting, wanting to say something else but couldn't get it out. Instead he leaned over to kiss me and I made it easier by moving to meet his mouth with mine. I felt his fingers on my neck, then he moved his lips to my ear. I felt the tip of his tongue just rimming the edge, then lightly in the hole. That drives me nuts. He kissed me on my mouth again and moved his hand up to cup my breast.
I pulled away. "Robbie, stop. Not here. Someone will see us. I have to get going."
"Damn!" he said. His breath whooshed out of him as he sank back in his seat. "OK. Sorry...you're right." He opened his door and started around the front of the car to my side, fixing himself on the way. He held the door open while I got out of the car. I was flustered myself. I couldn't be alone with him for two seconds, it seemed, without being turned on and I was impressed by how fast he could get hard.
"Thanks, mom. See you tonight."
"Bye, honey," I said, and walked toward the office in a manner I hoped would seem casual to anyone who might be looking. But I wanted to look back, and at the door I turned to watch him as he drove away down the street.
Even back at my desk I could still feel his tongue in my ear. Where the hell had he learned that stuff? Not from his girlfriends. I made a quick mental scan of his former women teachers from his high school days. Could he have been seeing one of them? There were a couple of likely candidates, wholesome looking women but then I thought of my own inner slut I had been cultivating so carefully over the years. It was possible, I thought, but probably not. I was getting paranoid.
I spent the rest of the afternoon shuffling papers, it seemed, from one file to another and back again. I did manage to set up an inspection for a house I had a signed offer on, made some phone calls, and did some other stuff. Later, my buyer called about the showing, said she could get off work early and was happy to drive after I explained where my car was.
She took about a half hour at the condo and seemed very pleased. She said she would call me before noon tomorrow. I think she's going to make an offer. She should. It's perfect for her. Then she drove me back to the office and left. I thought about my meeting with Brad, took a minute to compose myself and picked up the phone.
"Hi, it's me."
"I've been waiting for your call." He sounded annoyed.
"I just got back. The showing went well. My buyer said she loved the unit but she still wants to think it over, probably check with her bank. I told her not to take too long." All she could do was lose, and then I thought that advice applied to me as well. I needed to break this off, tonight. "Look, can you pick me up? Robbie has the car. He won't be back until later. I can't do dinner but a drink sounds good. How about Melody Lane?" He said OK and would be right over. I liked the lounge. It was quiet and close to home. I felt comfortable there.
It was a little after 5 pm. Neither of us said much on the drive over. Once at a table we ordered and talked idly about this and that until the waitress brought our drinks--gin and tonic for me, a double bourbon for Brad. We talked business for a while. He finished his first in no time and ordered a second round. The cool gin slipped down my throat smoothly, easing the nervousness I had been feeling since getting into Brad's car. I wasn't over the last time and still felt uneasy being alone with him. I knew too much about him ever to be relaxed around him again. Finally Brad said, "Jan is out of town for a week. I don't like batching. Not good at it."
