Chapter 4

Emily

I hadn't seen nor heard from Carol for weeks. She had called and said she found a man who didn't mind that she was bisexual. I guessed that she spent all her time with him. It didn't bother me because I had David. He spent many weekends with me but not all. He had received calls from major corporations that Mr. Watson recommend that needed a brand new overhaul of their entire computer systems. This meant a lot of time writing new programs, loading them into the new computers to get it up and running. Contracts to sign, out of town business trips, lawyers and accountants getting into the mix, and a few lonely weekends for me. However we treasured the time we spent together.

Then it would be my turn. September would end our fiscal year. Barney Willis had founded B&D right after he was discharged from the Air Force after serving three years in Viet-Nam. He was wounded in the thigh like I was back in 1928 in China as Jack Holiday. He borrowed ten thousand dollars from his brother to start it. It took a year to get things up and running. He was a people person and was able to convince many to advertise on local radio and televion. He branched out nationally after only five years building this fledgling business into an empire. He had hired me because he saw something in me that reminded him of himself. Ambition! Also I had a beautiful face with stunning blue eyes and a body to match. He noticed my mode of dress, sexy but not slutty. Short skirts, tailored jackets, silk blouses. Intelligence and drive to get out to all the people I could harness to advertise their products and services. In less than a year

I had landed the Landis contract and Mills & Mills accounts. Then, with my persuasive smile and charm, I managed to get our customer's ads in prime time on local television and worldwide on the WGN Superstation during the Cubs games. That was only the beginning. I took out of town trips to the various cable facilities and soon I had many of them in the fold as well. I always made sure I looked beautiful and intelligent. Women of my calibur were a rare breed and males were eager to please.

I went from salesperson to President in a little over three years. Then Barney died of a heart attack and I was forced to take his place. Too many of the board members did not want the job because they thought no one could follow Barney Willis. Now after almost two years of me running the entire outfit, his only memory was a portrait that hung over the entrance of the reception office. I toyed with the thought of renaming the company to Barney Willis Agency but dashed that because everyone knew us as B&D. Barney had named it after him and his wife. Barney and Doris. B&D. The fact that Barney was Jewish his fiscal year ended in late September due to the Jewish New Year.

"Good morning Emily," I said walking by her office on the way to my own.

"Good morning, Ms. Brooks," she followed after me. "You have a one o'clock directors meeting. No appointments this morning but you have three important contracts on your desk to look at."

"Okay, what about the auditors?"

"They'll be here on Tuesday. I cleared space for them to use our directors meeting room.

I also had carts set up so they put the ledgers on them so they don't lay them on the floor.

Also I called Pure Water and rented a cooler with a dozen five gallon jugs so they won't get thirsty. I called maintenance to disable the special locks so they can come and go as they please. Security will unlock the room at the beginning and lock it up at the end of each day."

"What would I do without you?" I smiled at her. She was so efficient. That's why I paid her in the six figures.

"You'd get someone else just as good as me."

"Don't get a swelled head Precious, but you'd be hard to replace."

Emily's face lit up, glowing at my compliment.

"You know we have to work late some nights and on some Saturdays."

"I know but I hope it isn't on nights when I have my swing dancing."

"I'll make sure that you'll have those nights free," I smiled.

One Friday near the end of the audit Emily and me worked until nine p.m. I took her to the Italian Village to eat. We had finished our part of the work needed by the firm so it was more like a celebration that we could get back to our everyday jobs. We both had a welcome glass of red wine while our dinners were being prepared. The crowd had left for the play at the Schubert Theatre thus the restaurant was less congested.

"To us," Emily held her glass up for a toast.

"To us," I repeated. We clinked glasses and took a mouthful. Emily only took a sip then had some water. I didn't recall any of this until later.

Our salads came and after the waiter put on some fresh ground paper, he left us to our meals. I felt hungry.

"Emily," I started the conversation. "Why isn't a beautiful lady like yourself married?"

"I'm a lot like you, Vanessa," she answered. I insisted that we call each other by our first names while away from the office.

"In what way?"

"I'm a lesbian!"

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Emily took a bite of her salad and smiled at me as if she'd just broken the news as if it didn't mean a thing. I looked around me in a shy sort of way to make sure she wasn't overheard.

"What?"

"You know," she said in a low voice. "Lesbian. Queer. Dyke. Gay. I'm a girly-girl who loves other girly-girls."

"I thought you were into guys?" I gasped.

"For a while I thought so too. I even had sex with one. Then this girl I met at swing dancing seduced me and I've never looked back."

"H-how did you know I liked girls?"

"Takes one to know one, Vanessa. I see how you stare at me all the time. You feel a hunger for me. You've fantasized being in bed with me. The two of us naked, making love." her all knowing smile was from ear to ear. "But don't worry, I do the same thinking of you."

"Well even if you were right, I don't condone workplace relationships," I looked away from her comely blue eyes and took a sip of my wine, wanting to end our talk of this subject.

"Why not?"

"Because it's not good for business."

"Oh bullshit!" she stated a little too loudly. "That's a crock!" That was the first time I heard Emily use profanity. It shocked me. She always looked like a church going girl and that swear word appeared to be out-of-touch for a young lady.

"No, it isn't. It's not healthy."

"If I were a lush and drank all the time after working hours but was sober and alert when I came in the morning and did my job to your satisfaction, would that be wrong?"

"No," I admitted.

"Suppose I had a crack or another drug habit and did the same. Would that be wrong?"

"Yes, it would."

"If I performed the work at the level I'm doing now and you knew of me having a drug habit, would you fire me?"

"No."

"Then what the hell is wrong if two consenting adults having an affair if they did an excellent job at their work stations? That girl that seduced me just moved to California to try her hand in acting. I'm alone again."

"First, I'm sorry for your loss of your girl friend. But working together and having that kind of an affair wouldn't last!" I stated firmly.

"Oh come on now, Vanessa. Husbands and wives divorce each other everyday. Even some in our company have had to endure that. If two people, heterosexuals or gays or lesbians breakup, what's the difference? At least in their case there wouldn't be any children involved when they split the blanket."

I could see her logic but I still wasn't convinced. Our food came and I was happy for the pause of our talk. The waiter gave us refills on our wine and asked if we needed anything else. I wanted to tell him to get me out of here, but let it go. After a few bites, Emily began again. I'm sure she saw my discomfort about this subject.

"Look Vanessa, I'm in love with you," she almost whispered. "I have been since the day you became my boss. You treated me well and I did the very best job for you I could. I stayed all those hours overtime without complaint..."

"I appreciated that and I paid you for it," I cut in. "You certainly deserved it."

"Let me finish, please?"

I nodded.

"I stayed all those hours overtime without complaint because I wanted to be near you, to hear your voice, to listen to you breathe when you were so near me. To feel your hand on my back when I was typing something important while you watched me. I've lived for those moments. That you complimented me on my work, my way of dress, how I wore my hair, how I modeled for you when you liked my blouse or skirt or dress. I wore high heels so I could show you how well my legs were developing with my swing dancing. All these were to impress you and no one else. If I got compliments or wolf whistles from others, that was a bonus. When I picked out my clothes, I would ask myself, 'Will Vanessa like to see me in this?' I did it all for you because I'm so in love with you. I hated weekends because it meant that I'd be away from you for two whole days. I had to stay cheerful on days you didn't come in though it was eating me up inside. I actually worshiped the ground you walked on. I never envied the expensive designer clothes, furs or jewelry you wore because you deserved them. You don't realize how much you are adored by me."

My blood felt like ice water. Her baring her soul to me like this all at once overwhelmed me. Not a thought popped into my numbed brain. The first thing I noticed was my satin panties were wet. No, soaked. I felt my cunny juices roll down the crack to the seat in the booth. I only hoped my business suit wouldn't show it. I wish I were wearing a black or dark blue instead of gray. Suddenly I lost my appetite. I grabbed the glass of wine and took a long drink of it. I was in a trance. Emily knew that her words penetrated deep into me. She took a bite of her meal and smiled.

"Are you still with me, Vanessa?" she waved her hand in front of my eyes. I blinked and came back from the Twilight Zone.

"Yes, I'm with you."

"I didn't mean to put you into a coma like state, I just had to get out what I feel about you."

"I know," my head couldn't stop spinning. I took another drink and drained my glass. I signaled the waiter to refill my glass. I took another mouthful. Maybe I should just have ice water for the rest of the evening like Emily did, I pondered.

"No matter what you do or say, I'll love you no matter what," Emily broke the silence. "You can fire me tonight or on Monday and never see me again but I will love you from afar."

My head cleared from the wine. "Emily, you're right about me lusting after you. I have done so for who knows when," I confessed. "I have or had an ironclad rule about people in the office having affairs."

"So what!" she exclaimed. "Rules maybe can't be broken but they can be bent. Already I feel like we're friends, partners, and lovers. Even if we hardly touched, I feel so close to you. I fall asleep fantasizing us making love, waking in the morning all messed up and our breaths smelling like sewers but making love before coming to work. I dream of making your breakfast while you doll yourself up for the day so we can admire each others beauty. Then go home at night and do it all over again."

Her drive flooded me with like passions, her beauty engulfed me, her eyes stared right through me into my soul which was open for her to see all there was in my heart. I felt faint but at the same time alive. My head still spun around, but my thoughts were lucid.

I didn't care about David at this moment. His face was cloudy but Emily's was sharp and clear. Before I knew it, Emily pushed her plate away from her, wiped her mouth with the napkin and rested her chin in her hand waiting for me to say something. I took one last drink of my wine and said, "Lets give it a go."

Emily smiled brightly, "Your place or mine?"

"I prefer yours," I said without thinking.

"I think we'd better stop off at your place so you can pick up a change of clothes," she said.

"Right."

After signing my name to the check adding a generous tip, I gave the waiter my business card to give to the manager to bill B&D. We got up and walked out. I was wondering if I had a dark spot on my ass. I wished it was winter so my coat would hide it.

We stopped off at my place, I told Bernie who was taking Eddie's place because he took off most Thursdays and Fridays, to leave my car close by because we'd only be a few minutes. In the elevator up, Emily grasped my hand and gave it a loving squeeze. I reckoned her dream was about to come true. Sure enough there was a spot where I feared the most. Blushing, I changed into some new leather pants with silk lining and a matching jacket. I kept my silk blouse on. Packed a few changes in panties, an extra pair of nylons, a new suit, another blouse along with stockings and some accessories.

All the while Emily toured my apartment stating that I had good taste in decorating, furniture and other things like my paintings and other pictures on the wall plus old collectable items on various shelves.

"I'm ready," I told her.

On the ride back down the elevator had a few people so we conversed about things in general until Bernie got my Jaguar. She kept saying how much she loved me and this was her fantasy come true. Not only hers, but mine as well. I loved the soft sound of her voice as she told me all of this. I had to hold the tears back for fear of crying with happiness that my fantasies with her were coming to fruition. I felt my love for her as she continued on and on of her praise of me.

I was a nervous wreck when we pulled into the alley of the street where she lived. She hurried to pull her car out of the garage and put mine in her spot. She feared that my Jaguar would be stolen within minutes if left on the street. After making sure the garage door was locked we drove around to the street where she found a place to park not too far from her place. I was surprised she had a house. It was a wooden structure and was certainly cute from what I could see at that hour of the night. Once inside she reset the alarms, punching in a numeric code in case of a home invasion or burglary. If this wasn't done, the police would be here in minutes after a call from the security company. I guess she thought of everything and with the pay she received from B&D, she could afford this house and the security service.

Emily showed me her upstairs where her two cats were sprawled on her bed. She scooted them off and they went flying.

"This is it," she smiled, taking off my leather jacket and hanging it up.

"It's nice and cozy," I admitted looking about the room as she drew the drapes shut.

Emily slowly approached me putting her arms about my waist. She leaned in to kiss me and when her lips touched mine a sensation I could never describe flushed over me. I put my arms about her neck and returned it with her tongue in my mouth. My cotton panties were getting wet as I felt her unbuttoning my blouse. Like a mind numbed robot, I did the same. When we got down to our panties we fell onto the bed. Her nipples were hard and brushed against mine. Then her legs began sliding up and down my thigh. I felt her wetness as she humped me. I squeezed my other leg to hers and in perfect rhythm, we were working each other's thighs in a frenzy. I had an amazing orgasm and so did she.

She stood up, dropped her panties on the floor then relieved me of mine tossing them somewhere into the darkened room. One of the cats jumped onto the bed but Emily slapped it away. Not hard, but enough to tell the feline that her presence wasn't welcome at the time.

Emily put her face between my legs starting to lick my clit. I arched my back. She was better than Carol. Whoever she had as a teacher, taught her well. She knew all the right spots and what areas turned me on the most. I flipped around and grabbed her luscious ass licking her pussy as well. I heard her yelp. One of the cats jumped up to see what the noise was and I saw her bat it away. This time hard enough to mean business. We weren't bothered by them again. After several massive orgasms on each of our parts, Emily gently grabbed my head and rested it on her breast.

"I love you so much, Vanessa."

"I love you too, Emily. My precious darling."

Then we slept.

Saturday we woke up at about eleven. She stared into my eyes with a beautiful smile.

Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, but she looked gorgeous to me.

"Hi sleepyhead," she said, taking strands of hair in my face and softly brushing them away. I returned the gesture.

"Good morning, Precious," I smiled back. We lay there in silence just enjoying each other. I noticed the difference between us. Last night she was the dominate one and I was the submissive. Even with the knowledge I was her boss at work, she seemed to be in command and I didn't mind at all. Finally she got up and walked to the window. Emily peeked out of the curtains.