An author is lucky if s/he gets to work with a talented editor. In my case I have had the good fortune to have
ChadCastle28
to edit this. But any errors are mine, not his. All persons engaging in sexual intercourse are at least eighteen years of age
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One day Kandace MacCallum came home from school in a very bad mood. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, David Pollackson, because he had demanded sexual favors from her. She would have done anything he asked of her, but being ordered to do something stuck in her craw; it always had.
Kandace felt loved when she and David fucked by mutual agreement. She had given him blowjobs and had let him eat her pussy when they both wanted it. But she wouldn't knuckle under to anyone's demands for sex, not now and not ever. The look on David's face when she had told him to "fuck off" showed her that he only cared for himself.
She was, however, also sexually aroused by her own actions, and sought relief from one of her favorite dildos in her collection of sex toys. This one had a vibrator built in, and she had just changed the batteries in it last night. As she stroked it over her nether lips, and especially her clit, she knew that she was not in any rush to replace David.
A week later, on her way home from teaching the business school students in her "Accounting 101" class, she decided to stop at a neighborhood bar where they served superb cheeseburgers and fries along with your choice of adult beverage.
Alone at a table with her food and her glass of beer, she reflected on her life. Two years past her MBA, running an independent accounting and bookkeeping service and teaching an occasional class at the local community college, she was still looking for a man to sweep her off her feet.
At age 26, Kandace stood 5' 6" tall, weighed 130 pounds, and had the bright red hair and sapphire blue eyes of her paternal Scottish ancestors. Unlike most redheads, she did not bear the pale skin that would burn, but a normal skin tone that she tanned at every opportunity. She owed that to her mother's Italian heritage.
But like many redheads, her temper was always near the surface and was likely to boil over if provoked, as that clown, David, had found out. So Kandace worried if her temper made her unattractive. But just as her mental self-review was nearing an end she was startled by a male voice speaking to her. A deep, resonant voice that drew her eyes open and up to a face towering over her table.
"Might I sit with you, please?" he asked again. "The bar is packed and you have the only unoccupied chair anywhere in this establishment."
"By all means, please join me," she told him. When he had seated himself across from her, Kandace was awestruck at his wide, toothy grin, his head full of honey colored waves, and his 6' 4" height. He also had beer and food, and began to eat, speaking to her between swallows of food or beverage.
"I'm Rudolph Argyle," he introduced himself. "I'm new to this community."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Argyle. I'm Kandace MacCallum, a life-long resident of this city," she replied in response to his introduction.
As she looked at him more closely, Kandace began to fantasize about having this very tall person as her lover. Then, abandoning that line of thinking, she asked him, "Have you been here very long?"
"No, just a day. I'm staying at the hotel down the street until I can find a place to live and a place to set up my consulting business. I help new businesses with their technology requirements. What do you do?" he then asked.
"I run a private accounting practice out of my home office and serve my clients out of my specially equipped, GMC Savana Cargo van. My clients are also mostly new businesses," she confided in him.
Privately she thought that they could make a business partnership with personal fringe benefits. Publicly, she answered several of his questions about their small suburban city just seventy miles from a major eastern metropolis.
"Do you know of any good places where I might be able to rent a small apartment?" he asked.
"Well, I don't know how small they are, but my apartment complex has several vacancies. We have a lot of military families who are coming and going a lot. Most of the military folks are assigned to the fort ten miles east of here. It's an easy commute for them because there is a four-lane road running from the big city, through here, and directly to the fort. Of course, rush hour can be hell on that road, but if you do business in town, here, that should not pose a problem for you," she explained.
Then she asked him what his business space requirements were. "One of my clients runs a commercial real estate business, and I can send you to her for advice on where to set up," Kandace told him.
"Kandace," he said, grinning at her, "You have just solved two of my biggest immediate issues. Thank you."
As she handed him her business card, she asked him to call her in the morning so that she could set him up with directions to her apartment complex and a referral to her real estate client. He handed her a generalized business card that gave his name and his cell-phone number. Then he asked her if he could escort her to her vehicle. She said yes and they walked out of the bar by the side parking lot door, and she steered him towards her van. At the van door he took her smaller hand in his larger one and kissed her knuckles as she said "Good night, Rudolph. I look forward to hearing from you in the morning."
As she drove home Kandace thought that things were definitely looking up in her love life. Then she giggled out loud at the outrageous pun she had just made in her mind.
Around 9:30 the next morning, she answered her business cell-phone and heard his lovely baritone saying "Good morning, Kandace. Is this a good time for me to call?"
"Perfect," she replied. She gave him directions to the leasing office of her apartment complex, and told him she would meet him there in an hour.
Dressed in a business suit of maroon wool, with a pale pink cotton broadcloth blouse underneath, and sensible black flats, she smiled broadly as he pulled up in his red Ford Escape. As he stepped out of the car she admired his professional appearance in navy blue blazer, charcoal gray slacks, and pale blue button-down shirt, open at the collar. She led him inside to the leasing agent. "When you are finished here, come to my place and we'll have lunch, then I'll take you to my client's office," she told him.
It had only taken an hour for him to find the apartment he wanted, sign the lease, write the first month's rent check plus the security deposit check, then drive down to Kandace's apartment where he parked next to her mobile office van.
When she opened the door to let him in, Kandace greeted him with a kiss on the lips that promised even more, later. She led him to her kitchen table where she had a baked salmon salad, fresh dinner rolls and iced tea. When he poured her homemade vinaigrette dressing on his salad and took a bite, he knew that she might fill the void in his life, perfectly.
Kandace told him that she had briefed Shira Cohen, her real estate client, about Rudolph's needs, and had set up a meeting for the next day, when the real estate mogul would drive them both to three potential sites that she owned.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                