Addicted to you, p.3
Addicted to You, page 3
“And how many is that? I remember you had a rather large folder prepared for your client.” Bess had a stunned look.
“Well, there are eight business suits, five dresses, and of course all the accessories.”
“She wants you to order all that?” Bess’s eyes widened.
“Yes.” She saw a look of doubt on her boss’s face. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no, it is just that doesn’t happen...ever…you know, when the client wants everything.” Bess paused. “She even wants the shoes?”
“She said that it is her policy to buy everything together, that way she doesn’t have to search around for shoes or scarves to match.” Elin shrugged. “Well, I’d better get busy. She is coming back next Thursday afternoon for a fitting.” She thought for a moment. “I better make sure Sarah will be here then to do any alterations.”
“Well, run along then and place your orders so they will be here in time.”
“I think I need to make a few phone calls,” Bess said to Irene once Elin left the area.
“I would call Horne’s first.” Irene commented.
“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.” Bess picked up the phone and dialed. She spoke for several minutes.
“Thank you, Emily.” Bess hung up the phone and turned to Irene. “Well, she pays her bills and always buys.”
“I sense a but.”
“Emily said one thing that disturbs me.”
“And that would be?” Irene asked.
“Barracuda.” Bess shook her head. “I don’t want Elin in a situation with someone who might hurt her.”
“We’ve all had that happen, Bess. If it does happen to her, at least she has our support. I remember the first time a client devastated me.”
“Yeah, so do I. Not a pretty picture.”
“No, it wasn’t. Did Emily say anything else?”
“Apparently, this Banks woman has been to all the shops, but only once.
“Well maybe this time she has found the right person. Elin is destined for great things. I think we both know that.”
Bess nodded in agreement. “It’s just that she is such a sweet trusting kid that—”
“You want to protect her.” Irene interjected. “Guess it’s the mother in us that’s coming out.”
Just then, the phone rang.
“Hi Neil. Thanks for getting back with me. Listen, have you ever dealt with a client named Marissa Banks?”
†
Marissa felt like a pent-up cat as she paced her office before finally stopping and looking out the window to the street thirty floors below. Elin Prescot was preying on her mind and her body was reacting to those thoughts. She recalled how good it felt when Elin measured her breast. She leaned in close to wrap the tape measure around her and then the girl’s fingers ever so gently brushed across her nipples. The remembrance of Elin’s fingers lingering at the top of her thigh as she measured Marissa’s inseam made her wet. With such an eye for detail, I imagine she will be an attentive lover. Oh yes, Elin Prescot will do very nicely. She would fall into her web never realizing what her fate would be. The thought of Elin Prescot languishing over her body while making love caused Marissa to close her eyes to cover up the delight she was feeling. Yes, she is just who I have been looking for.
She needed relief and knew just where to find it. Picking up the phone, she dialed the familiar number of Rachel Brown, a former conquest who was always willing whenever Marissa needed her. “I’ll expect you at my hotel room at nine.”
“I can’t tonight. I have plans,” Rachel said timidly.
“Cancel them.” Marissa waited impatiently as she paced back and forth.
“No, I can’t, it’s my parents’ anniversary. I have to be there.”
“Unacceptable, Rachel.” She breathed in deeply in annoyance.
“Well, maybe I could leave early and meet you.”
“I thought you’d see it my way.” She knew that Rachel could never tell her no and mean it. Marissa knew she was in Rachel’s blood and the woman would do anything to keep it that way.
Rachel certainly didn’t compare to the young shop girl Marissa had her sights set on, but she would do for the weekend. A vision of Elin came to her mind. There was something about the girl that intrigued her. Wholesomeness. Marissa laughed inwardly. It has been a long time since she knew wholesome. She guessed that Elin was around twenty-five. She chuckled. The shop girl was young along with being nice and firm. She smelled good like soap and water. Wholesome, yes, she could become used to that.
“Not in this lifetime.” Marissa laughed.
For the weekend, she would allow Rachel to satisfy her. Although Rachel was older and had let herself go in so many ways, she did have the most talented tongue and knew exactly how to use it. Perhaps while she is licking my clit, I will do a bit of fantasizing. It wouldn’t be the first time she pretended that the person in her arms was someone else. Marissa picked up her briefcase and surveyed her office before walking out the door. She grinned thinking of what was to come once she was in her apartment.
†
The doorbell rang and Marissa opened it. “What the hell has happened to you?” she asked sarcastically. “You used to take care of your appearance. Now you look like a drowned rat.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed it is raining heavily and I had to park two blocks away.” Rachel took off her coat and held it out.
“Just leave it on the floor and come with me.” Marissa took Rachel’s hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. “Get those clothes off and get in bed,” she ordered.
Rachel complied.
Marissa took off her slacks and panties before crawling on to the bed and straddled Rachel’s head. “This is where I want you all weekend. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Then get busy.”
†
The key clicked in the lock and Elin nudged opened the door with her hip and entered her apartment. The day had gone remarkably well, and she wanted to share her good fortune with her parents. The subway ride to her small apartment in Tribeca hadn’t dampened her feeling of elation over her first real client. Closing the door behind her, she felt Kati, her small gray cat, rub up against her leg.
“Hey, girl, mom had a great day today.” She bent down, picked up the animal, and kissed its head. “How was your day?” She held Kati close to her as she made her way toward the telephone and picked up the receiver only to return it to its cradle. “If I call and tell them, I might jinx everything. I’d better wait until it is a done deal.” She nuzzled the cat again. “You are a good listener. What do you say we get dinner ready?”
Elin took a bag of lettuce out of the refrigerator along with some leftover chicken. As she was preparing her salad, her mind drifted to the day and one Marissa Banks. She knew what she liked in the way of business clothes but wondered what she wore outside of the office.
“Hmm, maybe I can convince her to let me find her casual clothes. Hold on, girl, you need to get her business order done at work first,” she said to Kati. Elin shook her head and put the completed salad in the refrigerator before going into her bedroom and changing her clothes.
She paced her apartment with visions of Marissa Banks crowding into her mind. Elin knew what she needed to get rid of her pent-up energy. The best way she knew to do that was to get outside for a mile run. That would do the trick.
She stood on the sidewalk and wished she had taken the time to find someone who would share her wonderful news. In the past, her career and studies had always come first, but now, she wanted to pursue a relationship. Maybe after my run I’ll have my salad then clean up and go to that lesbian club down the street. Maybe Ms. Right is waiting for me there. For a fleeting moment, the image of Marissa Banks filled her mind before she started jogging down the street.
†
Elin heard music, laughter, and women’s voices after opening the door of the corner bar named Glitter. She noticed that the establishment hadn’t changed much since she had been there seven months before. While she wove through the crowd to the bar, she made eye contact with various women and smiled at each one.
“What’ll it be,” the overly tattooed barkeep asked.
“Rum and coke. Can you make that diet coke?”
“Sure thing.”
“Well hello, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”
“Excuse me?” Elin glanced to her right and saw an attractive blonde standing next to her. She looked over her shoulder to see to whom the woman was speaking and realized that no one was there. She turned back and blushed. “Are you talking to me?” She placed her hand on her chest.
The woman smiled and in a low sultry voice said, “Yes, I am, beautiful. May I buy you a drink?”
A glass slid in front of Elin. “I already have one.”
“You want anything?” the bartender asked the pretty blonde while giving her the once over.
“Corona and I’ll pay for the lady’s drink.” The woman reached in her back pocket for her wallet, took out a twenty, and placed it on the bar.
“Thank you,” Elin said with her eyes slightly downcast.
“You’re quite welcome.”
“You know you are wrong.” Elin smiled shyly. She noticed the questioning look. “I have been in here before, but it has just been a really long time.”
“Ah, that explains it then. I know I would have remembered someone like you.”
“What exactly does someone like me look like?”
The woman seemed to be undressing her as she gave her an appraising stare. “Beautiful.”
Elin touched her cheeks and felt the heat rising. Her eyes darted around the bar as she tried to think of something to say. This kind of flattery was far out of her experience. Finally, she held out her hand.
“I’m Elin Prescot.”
Taking the proffered hand and holding it firmly she replied, “Chris Chambers.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Still, Elin was at a loss for what to say or do. “I...I guess from your comments you come here often.”
“Not really…well, I guess every Friday would be often.” Chris laughed heartily. She took a long swig of her beer. “I usually stop by after work for a beer or two and then go home.” A blush covered her face. “I don’t usually do this,” she said as she motioned back and forth between them with the bottle.
“Do what?”
“Buy a beautiful lady a drink.” Taking another long pull from the bottle she added, “Truth be told, you are the first.” She shrugged then looked away.
The feeling of being special floated into Elin’s heart and mind. She couldn’t recall a time that anyone had made her feel that way. “I’m glad.”
“Hey, do you hear that song?” Chris cocked her head.
“Yes.” Elin recognized the soulful voice of Elvis Presley singing ‘Love Me Tender.’
“I know it is sappy, but that is my all-time favorite.” Chris took Elin’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Elin felt herself floating on air as she allowed Chris to lead her onto the dance floor and surround her with her arms. She closed her eyes, delighting in the sensations surging through her as their bodies moved as one to the music.
For the next two hours, Elin and Chris shared information about each other. For Elin, it was exactly what she had hoped for when she left her apartment earlier that evening. Chris was wonderfully attentive and very interested in everything that Elin had to say. When Elin shared the news about her big sale, Chris pulled her in for a big hug and then kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, and Elin hoped there would be more. She wasn’t disappointed when, while dancing again, their lips met in what deepened into a very passionate kiss. As the night wore on Chris was so close to Elin that there wasn’t any space between them.
“Is it okay to kiss you again?”
Elin did not refuse and several minutes later both women found themselves gasping for air.
Chris stood and held out her hand. “Come with me.”
Elin looked at Chris. “There isn’t a song playing.”
“I don’t want to dance.” Chris laughed and leaned into Elin. Her hot breath tickled Elin’s ear. “I want you to take me home.”
“I don’t have a car.”
Again, Chris laughed. “Take me to your home where we can get more comfortable and get to know each other much, much better.” She ran her hand high up Elin’s thigh.
Elin suddenly understood the meaning of her words. “You mean you want to take me to bed?” she said in an incredulous tone. “We just met.”
Chris pulled back with a glare. “So, what do you think this was all about?” She gestured between them. “You don’t come into a place like this lookin’ for long-term, babe. You come lookin’ to get laid.”
Elin didn’t know what to do or say. She had come to this bar hoping to meet someone that she could develop a relationship with and not for a one-night stand. “I…I…I think you misunderstood.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Your kisses said more and that is exactly what I want.” She grabbed Elin’s hand roughly. “Now, let’s go.”
“No,” Elin said loudly, trying to wrench her arm away from the increasingly strong grip.
“Is there a problem?” A tall Amazon-like woman appeared out of nowhere. She looked pointedly at Elin and then at Chris who still held her arm tightly.
“Yeah, this bimbo led me on all night and now won’t put out,” Chris said angrily.
“Thought I heard the word no,” the Amazon said. “In this place, it means NO.” She reached over and wrapped her large hand around Chris’ wrist squeezing hard until the grip on Elin’s arm ended. “Go on,” she said looking at Elin. She glared at Chris as she tried to speak.
Elin didn’t need anyone to tell her twice. She quickly got up and headed for the door. Her insides were quivering as the cool night air assaulted her, but all she could think about was getting home before she threw up. Once she was out on the street, she ran the short distance to her apartment building. Looking back toward the bar, she thought she caught a glimpse of Chris, but couldn’t be sure. She took the stairs two at a time until she reached the door and unlocked it quickly. Safely inside, she climbed the old wooden staircase to the second floor and her apartment and opened the door. Finding herself in the safety of her own surroundings, she bolted the door and refrained from turning on the lights. If Chris had followed her, she would be looking for the lights to show as a sign of where Elin lived. She’d keep them off for the rest of the night.
Kati’s body seemed to wrap itself around Elin’s ankle, trying to get her attention. Elin picked up her baby and nuzzled her nose into the soft grey fur.
“Hey, girl, mom had a close call tonight.” Elin shivered. “Guess a bar isn’t the best place to find true love. I wonder where else I can go these days to find someone that is nice and doesn’t want to get me into bed first thing?” With that thought, her stomach began to churn violently, and she headed for the bathroom.
†
Marissa arrived at her office earlier than usual on Monday morning. A wicked smile crossed her face as she imagined the look on her PA’s face when he realized he was not there to greet her. Marcus prided himself on being there early with everything at the ready for her. It will certainly start his week off on the wrong foot. She laughed. Bet after today he will start coming in at six. Satisfied with how the morning would evolve once her PA arrived, she sat down at her desk and twirled her chair, so she could look out the window. The street below had a smattering of pedestrians while cabs and buses hurried down the street to their appointed destinations.
The weekend had been exactly what Marissa needed. At first Rachel was hesitant to commit to spending the entire weekend at the hotel with her, but as always, she saw the situation the way Marissa wanted. Rachel certainly had satisfied all her sexual needs and none more so than when Marissa fantasized that Elin was touching her and not someone else. A smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes in the remembered bliss of her imaginings…
Rachel rose up from between Marissa’s legs and quirked her head. “I don’t think I have ever elicited such a response from you before,” she said.
“You didn’t,” Marissa said from her sexually satisfied haze.
Rachel moved up and then sat up straddling Marissa. “Oh really,” she said grinding her center against Marissa’s stomach. “Who else is here?”
Marissa rolled over on her left hip to topple Rachel. “I need a shower.”
“I’ll join you.” Marissa gave her a searing look of disdain. “What? Do you want me to leave?”
“What part of ‘you are to spend the weekend’ didn’t you understand?” Marissa’s eyes bore into Rachel.
“I thought—”
“You’re not here to think,” Marissa interrupted.
“I’m sorry.” Tears began to cascade down Rachel’s cheeks.
“You know how much I love you being here with me. No one makes me feel the way you do.” Marissa pulled the woman in close.
“Really?”
“Believe me, baby, there’s no one like you.” Marissa kissed her lips hard. “I really need a shower. Why don’t you order us something from room service?”
“Okay,” Rachel said in a small childlike voice.
“I think a rare steak would be nice.” Then Marissa slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“If Elin can excite me like that in a fantasy, I can only imagine what it will be like in person.” Marissa said to the room after Rachel left.
…Marissa turned back to her desk and flipped through her day planner before developing a strategy to seduce the young shop girl.
†
Elin arrived at the shop earlier than usual. She had an appointment at nine with a new client and wanted to make sure everything was prepared. The experience with Marissa Banks had buoyed her confidence and she hoped her newest client would also place a big order. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she unlocked the door and went inside.
“Well, there are eight business suits, five dresses, and of course all the accessories.”
“She wants you to order all that?” Bess’s eyes widened.
“Yes.” She saw a look of doubt on her boss’s face. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no, it is just that doesn’t happen...ever…you know, when the client wants everything.” Bess paused. “She even wants the shoes?”
“She said that it is her policy to buy everything together, that way she doesn’t have to search around for shoes or scarves to match.” Elin shrugged. “Well, I’d better get busy. She is coming back next Thursday afternoon for a fitting.” She thought for a moment. “I better make sure Sarah will be here then to do any alterations.”
“Well, run along then and place your orders so they will be here in time.”
“I think I need to make a few phone calls,” Bess said to Irene once Elin left the area.
“I would call Horne’s first.” Irene commented.
“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.” Bess picked up the phone and dialed. She spoke for several minutes.
“Thank you, Emily.” Bess hung up the phone and turned to Irene. “Well, she pays her bills and always buys.”
“I sense a but.”
“Emily said one thing that disturbs me.”
“And that would be?” Irene asked.
“Barracuda.” Bess shook her head. “I don’t want Elin in a situation with someone who might hurt her.”
“We’ve all had that happen, Bess. If it does happen to her, at least she has our support. I remember the first time a client devastated me.”
“Yeah, so do I. Not a pretty picture.”
“No, it wasn’t. Did Emily say anything else?”
“Apparently, this Banks woman has been to all the shops, but only once.
“Well maybe this time she has found the right person. Elin is destined for great things. I think we both know that.”
Bess nodded in agreement. “It’s just that she is such a sweet trusting kid that—”
“You want to protect her.” Irene interjected. “Guess it’s the mother in us that’s coming out.”
Just then, the phone rang.
“Hi Neil. Thanks for getting back with me. Listen, have you ever dealt with a client named Marissa Banks?”
†
Marissa felt like a pent-up cat as she paced her office before finally stopping and looking out the window to the street thirty floors below. Elin Prescot was preying on her mind and her body was reacting to those thoughts. She recalled how good it felt when Elin measured her breast. She leaned in close to wrap the tape measure around her and then the girl’s fingers ever so gently brushed across her nipples. The remembrance of Elin’s fingers lingering at the top of her thigh as she measured Marissa’s inseam made her wet. With such an eye for detail, I imagine she will be an attentive lover. Oh yes, Elin Prescot will do very nicely. She would fall into her web never realizing what her fate would be. The thought of Elin Prescot languishing over her body while making love caused Marissa to close her eyes to cover up the delight she was feeling. Yes, she is just who I have been looking for.
She needed relief and knew just where to find it. Picking up the phone, she dialed the familiar number of Rachel Brown, a former conquest who was always willing whenever Marissa needed her. “I’ll expect you at my hotel room at nine.”
“I can’t tonight. I have plans,” Rachel said timidly.
“Cancel them.” Marissa waited impatiently as she paced back and forth.
“No, I can’t, it’s my parents’ anniversary. I have to be there.”
“Unacceptable, Rachel.” She breathed in deeply in annoyance.
“Well, maybe I could leave early and meet you.”
“I thought you’d see it my way.” She knew that Rachel could never tell her no and mean it. Marissa knew she was in Rachel’s blood and the woman would do anything to keep it that way.
Rachel certainly didn’t compare to the young shop girl Marissa had her sights set on, but she would do for the weekend. A vision of Elin came to her mind. There was something about the girl that intrigued her. Wholesomeness. Marissa laughed inwardly. It has been a long time since she knew wholesome. She guessed that Elin was around twenty-five. She chuckled. The shop girl was young along with being nice and firm. She smelled good like soap and water. Wholesome, yes, she could become used to that.
“Not in this lifetime.” Marissa laughed.
For the weekend, she would allow Rachel to satisfy her. Although Rachel was older and had let herself go in so many ways, she did have the most talented tongue and knew exactly how to use it. Perhaps while she is licking my clit, I will do a bit of fantasizing. It wouldn’t be the first time she pretended that the person in her arms was someone else. Marissa picked up her briefcase and surveyed her office before walking out the door. She grinned thinking of what was to come once she was in her apartment.
†
The doorbell rang and Marissa opened it. “What the hell has happened to you?” she asked sarcastically. “You used to take care of your appearance. Now you look like a drowned rat.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed it is raining heavily and I had to park two blocks away.” Rachel took off her coat and held it out.
“Just leave it on the floor and come with me.” Marissa took Rachel’s hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. “Get those clothes off and get in bed,” she ordered.
Rachel complied.
Marissa took off her slacks and panties before crawling on to the bed and straddled Rachel’s head. “This is where I want you all weekend. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Then get busy.”
†
The key clicked in the lock and Elin nudged opened the door with her hip and entered her apartment. The day had gone remarkably well, and she wanted to share her good fortune with her parents. The subway ride to her small apartment in Tribeca hadn’t dampened her feeling of elation over her first real client. Closing the door behind her, she felt Kati, her small gray cat, rub up against her leg.
“Hey, girl, mom had a great day today.” She bent down, picked up the animal, and kissed its head. “How was your day?” She held Kati close to her as she made her way toward the telephone and picked up the receiver only to return it to its cradle. “If I call and tell them, I might jinx everything. I’d better wait until it is a done deal.” She nuzzled the cat again. “You are a good listener. What do you say we get dinner ready?”
Elin took a bag of lettuce out of the refrigerator along with some leftover chicken. As she was preparing her salad, her mind drifted to the day and one Marissa Banks. She knew what she liked in the way of business clothes but wondered what she wore outside of the office.
“Hmm, maybe I can convince her to let me find her casual clothes. Hold on, girl, you need to get her business order done at work first,” she said to Kati. Elin shook her head and put the completed salad in the refrigerator before going into her bedroom and changing her clothes.
She paced her apartment with visions of Marissa Banks crowding into her mind. Elin knew what she needed to get rid of her pent-up energy. The best way she knew to do that was to get outside for a mile run. That would do the trick.
She stood on the sidewalk and wished she had taken the time to find someone who would share her wonderful news. In the past, her career and studies had always come first, but now, she wanted to pursue a relationship. Maybe after my run I’ll have my salad then clean up and go to that lesbian club down the street. Maybe Ms. Right is waiting for me there. For a fleeting moment, the image of Marissa Banks filled her mind before she started jogging down the street.
†
Elin heard music, laughter, and women’s voices after opening the door of the corner bar named Glitter. She noticed that the establishment hadn’t changed much since she had been there seven months before. While she wove through the crowd to the bar, she made eye contact with various women and smiled at each one.
“What’ll it be,” the overly tattooed barkeep asked.
“Rum and coke. Can you make that diet coke?”
“Sure thing.”
“Well hello, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”
“Excuse me?” Elin glanced to her right and saw an attractive blonde standing next to her. She looked over her shoulder to see to whom the woman was speaking and realized that no one was there. She turned back and blushed. “Are you talking to me?” She placed her hand on her chest.
The woman smiled and in a low sultry voice said, “Yes, I am, beautiful. May I buy you a drink?”
A glass slid in front of Elin. “I already have one.”
“You want anything?” the bartender asked the pretty blonde while giving her the once over.
“Corona and I’ll pay for the lady’s drink.” The woman reached in her back pocket for her wallet, took out a twenty, and placed it on the bar.
“Thank you,” Elin said with her eyes slightly downcast.
“You’re quite welcome.”
“You know you are wrong.” Elin smiled shyly. She noticed the questioning look. “I have been in here before, but it has just been a really long time.”
“Ah, that explains it then. I know I would have remembered someone like you.”
“What exactly does someone like me look like?”
The woman seemed to be undressing her as she gave her an appraising stare. “Beautiful.”
Elin touched her cheeks and felt the heat rising. Her eyes darted around the bar as she tried to think of something to say. This kind of flattery was far out of her experience. Finally, she held out her hand.
“I’m Elin Prescot.”
Taking the proffered hand and holding it firmly she replied, “Chris Chambers.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Still, Elin was at a loss for what to say or do. “I...I guess from your comments you come here often.”
“Not really…well, I guess every Friday would be often.” Chris laughed heartily. She took a long swig of her beer. “I usually stop by after work for a beer or two and then go home.” A blush covered her face. “I don’t usually do this,” she said as she motioned back and forth between them with the bottle.
“Do what?”
“Buy a beautiful lady a drink.” Taking another long pull from the bottle she added, “Truth be told, you are the first.” She shrugged then looked away.
The feeling of being special floated into Elin’s heart and mind. She couldn’t recall a time that anyone had made her feel that way. “I’m glad.”
“Hey, do you hear that song?” Chris cocked her head.
“Yes.” Elin recognized the soulful voice of Elvis Presley singing ‘Love Me Tender.’
“I know it is sappy, but that is my all-time favorite.” Chris took Elin’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Elin felt herself floating on air as she allowed Chris to lead her onto the dance floor and surround her with her arms. She closed her eyes, delighting in the sensations surging through her as their bodies moved as one to the music.
For the next two hours, Elin and Chris shared information about each other. For Elin, it was exactly what she had hoped for when she left her apartment earlier that evening. Chris was wonderfully attentive and very interested in everything that Elin had to say. When Elin shared the news about her big sale, Chris pulled her in for a big hug and then kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, and Elin hoped there would be more. She wasn’t disappointed when, while dancing again, their lips met in what deepened into a very passionate kiss. As the night wore on Chris was so close to Elin that there wasn’t any space between them.
“Is it okay to kiss you again?”
Elin did not refuse and several minutes later both women found themselves gasping for air.
Chris stood and held out her hand. “Come with me.”
Elin looked at Chris. “There isn’t a song playing.”
“I don’t want to dance.” Chris laughed and leaned into Elin. Her hot breath tickled Elin’s ear. “I want you to take me home.”
“I don’t have a car.”
Again, Chris laughed. “Take me to your home where we can get more comfortable and get to know each other much, much better.” She ran her hand high up Elin’s thigh.
Elin suddenly understood the meaning of her words. “You mean you want to take me to bed?” she said in an incredulous tone. “We just met.”
Chris pulled back with a glare. “So, what do you think this was all about?” She gestured between them. “You don’t come into a place like this lookin’ for long-term, babe. You come lookin’ to get laid.”
Elin didn’t know what to do or say. She had come to this bar hoping to meet someone that she could develop a relationship with and not for a one-night stand. “I…I…I think you misunderstood.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Your kisses said more and that is exactly what I want.” She grabbed Elin’s hand roughly. “Now, let’s go.”
“No,” Elin said loudly, trying to wrench her arm away from the increasingly strong grip.
“Is there a problem?” A tall Amazon-like woman appeared out of nowhere. She looked pointedly at Elin and then at Chris who still held her arm tightly.
“Yeah, this bimbo led me on all night and now won’t put out,” Chris said angrily.
“Thought I heard the word no,” the Amazon said. “In this place, it means NO.” She reached over and wrapped her large hand around Chris’ wrist squeezing hard until the grip on Elin’s arm ended. “Go on,” she said looking at Elin. She glared at Chris as she tried to speak.
Elin didn’t need anyone to tell her twice. She quickly got up and headed for the door. Her insides were quivering as the cool night air assaulted her, but all she could think about was getting home before she threw up. Once she was out on the street, she ran the short distance to her apartment building. Looking back toward the bar, she thought she caught a glimpse of Chris, but couldn’t be sure. She took the stairs two at a time until she reached the door and unlocked it quickly. Safely inside, she climbed the old wooden staircase to the second floor and her apartment and opened the door. Finding herself in the safety of her own surroundings, she bolted the door and refrained from turning on the lights. If Chris had followed her, she would be looking for the lights to show as a sign of where Elin lived. She’d keep them off for the rest of the night.
Kati’s body seemed to wrap itself around Elin’s ankle, trying to get her attention. Elin picked up her baby and nuzzled her nose into the soft grey fur.
“Hey, girl, mom had a close call tonight.” Elin shivered. “Guess a bar isn’t the best place to find true love. I wonder where else I can go these days to find someone that is nice and doesn’t want to get me into bed first thing?” With that thought, her stomach began to churn violently, and she headed for the bathroom.
†
Marissa arrived at her office earlier than usual on Monday morning. A wicked smile crossed her face as she imagined the look on her PA’s face when he realized he was not there to greet her. Marcus prided himself on being there early with everything at the ready for her. It will certainly start his week off on the wrong foot. She laughed. Bet after today he will start coming in at six. Satisfied with how the morning would evolve once her PA arrived, she sat down at her desk and twirled her chair, so she could look out the window. The street below had a smattering of pedestrians while cabs and buses hurried down the street to their appointed destinations.
The weekend had been exactly what Marissa needed. At first Rachel was hesitant to commit to spending the entire weekend at the hotel with her, but as always, she saw the situation the way Marissa wanted. Rachel certainly had satisfied all her sexual needs and none more so than when Marissa fantasized that Elin was touching her and not someone else. A smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes in the remembered bliss of her imaginings…
Rachel rose up from between Marissa’s legs and quirked her head. “I don’t think I have ever elicited such a response from you before,” she said.
“You didn’t,” Marissa said from her sexually satisfied haze.
Rachel moved up and then sat up straddling Marissa. “Oh really,” she said grinding her center against Marissa’s stomach. “Who else is here?”
Marissa rolled over on her left hip to topple Rachel. “I need a shower.”
“I’ll join you.” Marissa gave her a searing look of disdain. “What? Do you want me to leave?”
“What part of ‘you are to spend the weekend’ didn’t you understand?” Marissa’s eyes bore into Rachel.
“I thought—”
“You’re not here to think,” Marissa interrupted.
“I’m sorry.” Tears began to cascade down Rachel’s cheeks.
“You know how much I love you being here with me. No one makes me feel the way you do.” Marissa pulled the woman in close.
“Really?”
“Believe me, baby, there’s no one like you.” Marissa kissed her lips hard. “I really need a shower. Why don’t you order us something from room service?”
“Okay,” Rachel said in a small childlike voice.
“I think a rare steak would be nice.” Then Marissa slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“If Elin can excite me like that in a fantasy, I can only imagine what it will be like in person.” Marissa said to the room after Rachel left.
…Marissa turned back to her desk and flipped through her day planner before developing a strategy to seduce the young shop girl.
†
Elin arrived at the shop earlier than usual. She had an appointment at nine with a new client and wanted to make sure everything was prepared. The experience with Marissa Banks had buoyed her confidence and she hoped her newest client would also place a big order. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she unlocked the door and went inside.
