Chapter 5

The start of another work week and John headed off to attempt to come to grasp with his Annie Philips problem. Bonnie was seated at the assistant desk in front of the wing containing Annie and his departments.

“Good morning John,” she said cheerfully as he passed.

A few minutes later she stepped into his office, a cup of coffee in her hands. She handed it to him and he noted it was exactly as he took it.

“I’ve a few things to get finished at HR this morning. Annie has asked for a personal meeting at lunch if you’re free. You have a 10:30 with Ms. Hemphill at her office.”

“Thank you Bonnie.” He had a good idea what Annie’s ‘personal meeting at lunch’ was about. “Tell Ms. Philips my schedule is clear. Ask her if she would like to go out for lunch or would rather meet here.”

“Yes sir,” she responded. As she turned to walk out the door John noted the swaying of her hips in the slim skirt she was wearing.

He definitely was going to have to introduce his wife to his new assistant. Not to mention having his new best work mate Annie over to dinner.

Pam and Jessica roused themselves out of bed at a more or less decent eight o’clock to give Clarissa a reason not to sleep in too late. Cuddling on the floor afterward, Clarissa’s bed being much too small to contain the debauchery practiced by the three Sapphic lovers, they decided to go shopping.

“Why don’t you two go ahead and used the shower in the master,” Pam said. “It’s quite big enough for two.”

“Join us, Mom?” Clarissa pleaded.

“Not this morning. I want to go ahead and strip your bed. Seems there’s a number of stains on it,” the woman smirked.

“You can blame your husband for that,” the girl saucily responded as she ducked out the room in pursuit of her redheaded lover.

The pair contented themselves with scrubbing each others bodies and were soon in their respective rooms. Pam slipped into the shower while they changed and all met down in the kitchen.

“I don’t feel like making anything this morning,” she said. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast. Then we can run up to the outlets and do some shopping?”

The other two agreed and soon Pam’s convertible BMW was headed for Charlotte Premium Outlets bound for a day of shopping. After breakfast the trio hit the stores with a vengeance. They bought a number of outfits designed to inspire John at Torrid.

They were just setting down to some Italian Delight Pizza when Jessica’s phone belted out ‘Ode to Dance’.

She glanced at her phone. “I’ve got to take this.” The woman wandered away from her friends so that she could take her call in private.

“Probably business,” Pam said nibbling at her crust.

After a few minutes the woman returned looking none to pleased. “I’ve been summoned home,” she said.

Upon returning home Pam sent the two younger women up to unbag their purchases while she got started on dinner.

“‘Summoned home’ sounds ominous,” Clarissa said as Jessica helped her unload her bags in her room.

“Oh I suppose it’s not all that,” the girl said, taking a seat on Clarissa’s bed. “I don’t exactly get along with my step-mother.”

“I thought you said you and her...”

“Oh she’s a right handy little minx when it comes to satisfying a woman, but she can be such a bitch at times.” She ran her hands nervously through her red hair. “It seems my step brother has popped the question and he’s bringing the perspective bride to meet the family. I know how Zoe can be. No one is going to be good enough for one of her sons. It’s going to be stressful and she’s going to be completely out of control.”

Clarissa sat next to the girl and wrapped her arms around her. “I wish you could just stay here. We’ve been having so much fun.”

“If only I could,” the girl said.

“I wish I could go with you,” Clarissa said. “I don’t think I’m ready to face my parents alone. I don’t know anybody down here, but you, and you’re leaving.”

Jessica thought about it for a few minutes. No she couldn’t, she thought. She felt the girls warm body against her and reconsidered.

“Do you think your parents would let you come visit with me?”

“Really?” the girl pulled the redhead into a kiss. The kiss was a mere peck, closed mouth, but with real feeling behind it.

It was another late night for John, who drug himself in just after seven forty-five. John and Annie took a long lunch at a nearby hotel, followed by a therapeutic session in one of the rooms upstairs. Bronson called Annie and he in just after three to inform them that he needed input from their departments in conjunction with a proposal for an investment banking firm in reference to their potential upcoming IPO.

Bonnie worked out a plan to get both departments working on the required reports before close of business at five, when about a quarter of the office actually went home. She then relax both her bosses with a mixed session of oral sex before briefing them on a plan to more tightly integrate their departmental efforts for the new product release.

John planned to pop one of the little blue pills he kept for just such days after supper, considering he had three sexed up females waiting at home for him. He found all three waiting in the living room for his arrival. That got his radar going.