Pleasure Doing Business
by
Ellison James
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Pleasure Doing Business
Reshonda stuffed her carry-on into the small overhead compartment, wedged herself into the undersized smelly cloth-covered seat, and watched the people outside on the tarmac loading baggage into the undercarriage of the small commuter jet. In the distance, she saw the Atlanta skyline through the haze and shimmer of smog and heat.
My last look at civilization, she thought.
Hot moist air and the smell of kerosene hung in the cabin, along with the high-pitched whine of turbine engines and the swoosh of air from the single vent overhead, all threatening to reverse the magic of her hair relaxer, and turn her thick dark waves into a mess of tight curls. Reshonda would never have made the trip south on her own if it weren't for her best friend from high school, Michelle, desperately pleading for her help in her growing lingerie manufacturing business. A flight attendant closed the cabin door as the plane bumped, and started moving backward.
No going back now, she thought. A one way trip back to Hell.
The plane bumped and vibrated as it built up speed on the runway. Reshonda closed her eyes and tried to force thoughts of disintegrating wings and mid-air explosions out of her mind. She felt foolish for being scared on airplanes. She had spent most of the last few years on airplanes, darting from one side of the country to the other for the many companies she worked for, but she never got used to it. She never really trusted airplanes, especially ones like the noisy, bumpy contraption she was in flying in now. She forced her thoughts to her friend, Michelle, and the plan she had proposed. Michelle had surprised her with the bold plan to launch a campaign that would put her little lingerie business up there with the likes of Victoria's Secret stores.
The violent bumping and shuttering of the aircraft disappeared, as it broke free of the ground and ascended into deep blue skies, only the hum and whine of the engines remaining to haunt her thoughts. The air in the little overhead vent turned cold. Reshonda turned the knob until the air became a hiss, and finally, let out a little chirp before completely shutting off. The little chirp sounded almost like a short chuckle. The sound of the air shutting off reminded Reshonda of the way Michelle would chuckle or giggle when she was nervous. Reshonda put her seat back and closed her eyes again, her thoughts moving back to Michelle and why she might need the assistance of a corporate spy for her plan. Michelle knew what Reshonda really did for a living, but was completely unaware of just how she did it.
Reshonda let her mind drift back to her high school days. She remembered how awkward she was, all skin and bones--too tall for her age, and no shape to her body whatsoever. At least, she had supportive friends back then. Of course, they had to support each other, Both of her best friends shared her awkwardness in some way or another. David was just as skinny as she was, with pointy bones protruding from weird angles on his body. David's hair was a beautiful light brown but set in a permanent frizz and his glasses only fueled the belief from others that he was pure geek, from head to toe. Michelle was the girl who always went unnoticed. Of course, most of the guys in the school noticed her only for her oversized breasts. Others saw her only as the overweight Hispanic girl, always supportive to all the clicks, but never really allowed in. But, Michelle never seemed that way to her. Maybe she felt Michelle's curvy body made up for her own lack of shape or curves.
Reshonda remembered so clearly, how Michelle looked so sexy to her in her own way. She had always liked Michelle's body. She especially liked the feel of her ample curves. Vivid memories flowed through her mind of wrapping her long arms around Michelle, caressing the ample flesh of her backside while kissing those full lips. Questions flashed through Reshonda’s mind about her own sexuality. She was not a lesbian. She liked men. In fact, the only woman she had been with was Michelle. It had been experimental, and it did not ruin their friendship. They remained the best of friends, calling each other often, even when she travelled on business. Nonetheless, their conversations always led, one way or another, back to their senior year--that year of sexual growth, and coming of age.
The muffled thump and whirring sound of the landing gear extending snapped Reshonda out of her daydream with a quick slap of horror. She looked out the window to a seemingly endless landscape of farmland and cotton fields below. Reshonda took a deep breath and tried to clear her ears as the jet began its descent into the small Alabama airport.
* * *
“I brought another consultant in to work with us on the campaign,” Michelle said, as they approached the airport doors leading to the small parking lot.
“Another consultant? Are you firing me? Cause you know you can’t fire me since I’m doing this for free. Plus I just flew all the way from New York back to the damn hellhole I grew up in to help you out.” Reshonda winked at Michelle and shot her a sly smile, but she meant every word.
“It won’t affect you. I brought the guy in for overseas marketing, but ya’ll are going to have to work together on a few things,” Michelle said, letting her southern accent slip. Michelle’s accent always became more southern when she was nervous. Even though they were both born and raised in the south, Reshonda had lost most of her accent living in New York, and Michelle tried hard to hide hers when doing business. The automatic doors opened and a rush of hot humid air blasted Reshonda’s face instantly setting her hair to the frizzy nest of tight curls she had so desperately tried to avoid.
“Ah, you got to love the humidity of Dothan, Alabama in summer. Now I remember why I left.” Reshonda pulled at her cotton blouse as she walked, already starting to feel sticky and uncomfortable with the heavy oppressing humidity.
“Michelle, you said you were bringing a guy in. Who’s the guy?” Reshonda popped the trunk open on the rental car and hefted her bags in while she asked.
Michelle looked down and rolled a rock under her shoe. “Uh, you remember David Sanders from high school?”
“You’re kidding me right? You mean the geeky, skinny, wild-haired David. He’s in consulting now?” Reshonda lied about her question. She knew all about David Sanders. After high school, David left for some fancy college in the Northeast, and then took a job overseas and disappeared for a few years. Before long, Reshonda was hearing about him from her business contacts. David was not just a business consultant; he was a corporate spy selling his services to the highest bidder. Reshonda knew this because was she was in the same line of work and she did not like the thought of working with the competition.
Reshonda gave Michelle a serious look and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure you want David working for you? Aren’t you a little upset that he got into your pants and then left for Europe?”
“David was always kind to me and we had a great time together. Besides, He may have taken my virginity but I believe you were the first one to get in my pants.” Michelle poked at Reshonda playfully as she spoke and let out a little giggle.
“Touché girlfriend but I think we spent equal time in each other’s pants.”
Reshonda felt a little flash of warmth as the memories came back to her
“Reshonda, will you follow me out to the main office? David is waiting for us and I wanted the two of you to go over some preliminary stuff before our big corporate meeting and campaign launch tomorrow.”
“Do I have a choice,” Reshonda answered.
She was already starting to get a sinking feeling that the trip was a mistake, and it couldn’t possibly end well.
* * *
Reshonda thought about working with David as she drove behind Michelle along the circle and north on the highway out of Dothan. She was infuriated at having to work directly with the competition, especially since she offered her services to Michelle free of charge. Of course, Reshonda could not really blame Michelle for the situation. Michelle just wanted the best for her business and, from what Reshonda had heard, David was the best. Strip malls and chain restaurants gave way to an endless landscape of peanut fields and poultry farms as Reshonda continued north behind Michelle’s car. David was well known in the secret world of freelance corporate spies as a ruthless and ingenious operator. He had a hand in nearly every major European business upstart and takedown in the last few years. David’s expertise was foreign markets, but Reshonda’s was intellectual property and human relations. She would definitely have the advantage over him down here in the quaint countryside of the Southeast.
Reshonda pulled into the huge empty parking lot in a large industrial complex in Abbeville. Michelle was walking to her car as she parked. Michelle clapped her hands together and bounced up and down as Reshonda opened her car door and unfolded her body into the sauna outside.
“Well, what do you think? This is where all the magic is happening these days.” Michelle fanned her arms out like one of those girls that pointed out all the wonderful prizes contestants could win on a game show.
There was only one other car in front of the building Reshonda assumed was David’s rental.
“Where is everybody?”
Michelle looked sideways at Reshonda. “It’s Sunday. Nobody works around here on Sunday. Welcome back to the Bible belt, baby.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”
“Girl, you’ve been gone too long.” Michelle said with her trademark giggle.
Reshonda looked over the expansive building. It was huge and painted in industrial grays and greens, except for a large billboard over the main doors that said “Tigress Products, Inc.” The lettering and the tigress logo on the sign were hot pink and at least fifty feet high. They contrasted sharply against a black background.
“Nice sign Michelle. I bet if you tilted it up just a little, it could be read it from space.”
This made Michelle giggle again and become even more animated as she stretched her short frame to keep up with Reshonda, in a hurry to the front doors and the air conditioning inside.
“Reshonda, you’d have been proud of me with this purchase. The building used to be a textile factory and I bought it cheap when they went out of business.” Michelle’s voice shook as she trotted alongside Reshonda, trying to keep up. Once inside, Reshonda slowed her pace, and Michelle walked alongside her explaining how she transformed the building, and her purchase made her a local heroine because of the jobs she saved by employing most of the previously laid-off local textile workers.
“Wow Michelle, you’ve really come along way from your first little boutique downtown.”
“Yeah Reshonda, I’m so thankful to you for that. You believed in me and helped me start out when all I had was small space in a strip mall with a sewing machine in the back room.” Michelle rubbed her hand on Reshonda’s back and smiled at her.
“You were my first consulting job, Michelle. Your success put me on the fast track in the business world.”
“We share a lot of firsts. And, when are you going to let me pay you for your services?” Michelle said, as she reached a door with a small placard that read “CEO” with her name underneath.
“Michelle, you know I’ll never accept payment from my best friend. Besides, it gives me a chance to come see you once in awhile.”
Michelle looked at Reshonda and raised her eyebrows. “If you worked with me full-time, you could see me all the time,” she said.
“I couldn’t stand living here all the time and I’m not sure you could afford me.”
“Hey, I’m getting ready to topple the big guys. Besides, you just might be surprised at what I can afford to pay.”
Michelle grabbed the door handle. “You ready to meet your new partner?” She said with another little giggle.
Reshonda took a deep breath to prepare for battle with the wild-haired, geeky monster. “Let’s get it over with,” she said, and followed Michelle into the room.
* * *
“Good afternoon ladies.” David stood up as Reshonda entered the room following Michelle.
Reshonda froze in her tracks when she saw David. This was not the David from high school. No, this man was tall and well groomed. His brown hair was parted to one side and neatly combed to frame his kind but intense face and bright blue eyes. This man was gorgeous. He stood straight and tall, and sexy. Reshonda still thought of him as the enemy but knew right then it was going to be hard to hate him.
“How are you, Reshonda? I’ve heard a lot about your consulting business lately,” David said, bringing his hand out to hers.
“I’ve heard things about you too.”
“I hope they were good things.” David’s lips stretched slowly into a wide confident smile. For a moment, Reshonda found herself getting lost in the warmth of his smile, until Michelle broke in, bringing her back to the real world.
“Hey, ya’ll get re-acquainted while I pull up some campaign information and examples of some of our new materials.” Michelle turned and walked out of the room.
As soon as Michelle left the room, Reshonda looked David sternly in the eyes and said, “Look David, I came here as a favor to Michelle. We both know what we really do and I do not want that getting in the way of her progress. Let’s just do our jobs and move on.” By the end of her rant, Reshonda was shaking a finger at David.
“Whoa, careful now, I sure hope that thing’s not loaded.” David held his hands up but tempered his sarcasm with a disarming smile. “I promise you I’m just here as a consultant, I do all my best work overseas anyway.”
Michelle brought the campaign files back to the office and spread them onto the desk. The three of them spent the next hour huddled around the desk going over plans. Despite her distrust, Reshonda started to find David’s intelligence and humor very alluring. The way David spoke, his wonderful body hidden unsuccessfully behind conservative clothing, all served to soften her feelings about him. Reshonda smelled a faint scent of sandalwood and citrus in the air around David and it reminded her of someplace warm, safe, and inviting. Damn, David even smelled sexy as hell. She nudged against David a few times feigning discomfort at their closeness but really just trying to come close and touch those tight muscles she saw through his shirt.
* * *
By the time they had finished for the day, a wicked scheme had started to materialize in Reshonda’s head. When they finished at company headquarters and parted ways for the evening, Reshonda went straight to her hotel in Dothan, checked in, and stayed there for the evening, plotting out the details of her plan. She was tired from her day’s travel and all the planning and preparation that came with this new project. She ordered room service, watched television and lay in bed scheming and gaming all the variables of her plan. She might have been here to help a friend pro bono, but if she had to work with the competition, she was going to leave here on top. David’s specialty in the corporate spy world might have been ruthless international business savvy but Reshonda’s was interrogation and blackmail through sexual manipulation-and David was in some serious need of interrogation.
* * *
It had been a long week but they had all worked hard. Reshonda felt Michelle had a good chance of success. She had been planning to grill David all week. Now, Friday was finally here. If forced to admit it, she was looking forward to the night with David. His wonderfully sculpted body and sexy smell had been taunting her all week. Of course, Reshonda had told Michelle about her plans to take David to dinner. Michelle did not seem to be that excited about the prospect. Reshonda wondered if maybe Michelle still had a thing for David. Or, if maybe, he still had a thing for her.
Reshonda had gone back to her hotel room and changed into a white summer dress with pale teal flowers imprinted into the fabric. The dress was sheer enough to provide David with just a glimpse of her lacy teal bra and thong panties underneath the light cotton fabric. She chose a pair of flat strap-heeled sandals to minimize her height. She knew that some men became uncomfortable with women that were taller than they were. The dress contrasted nicely with her mocha-brown skin, and she had put on an extra coat of lotion to cast a shine in all the right places.
David pulled up at the front of the hotel in some kind of sports car. It was long and low and bright red with two racing stripes down the middle extending from the front to the rear. It looked like a corvette but bigger, with more rounded features.
"A little sporty for a rental, isn't it?” Reshonda said, as she folded herself into the deep bucket passenger seat.
"It's a Viper," David said with a sly grin. "I picked it up at the Atlanta airport and drove it down.” He stomped on the gas making the engine roar, and the entire car vibrated within a low rumble. "It's got a V-10 with over five hundred horses."
"Ooh, impressive, but can it get us to dinner?” Reshonda rolled her eyes at David. She did not care much for muscle cars, or the boys who drove them. She preferred the understated elegance of a luxury sedan.
"Just buckle up and hold on," David said, as he pulled the car into traffic. He had a determined look on his face. Reshonda started to wonder if her comment had upset him.
Men and their egos.
Reshonda tried to think of something to say to change David's mood. She enjoyed her ability to control men, and guide them into thinking they made decisions on their own. Sometimes she even felt a little evil in her wielding of such power.
"Can you let me in on the secret now? What's this great place you found for dinner?” Reshonda looked over to David trying to make eye contact. He continued to stare in front of him with that determined look.
"There's this great new place in Marianna, Florida. They have a piano and lounge singer, and serve their food in courses."
"Oh, so we're not doing buffet?” Reshonda said, with a little giggle that came out more like a snort. She thought about Marianna, remembering it only as a small, nearly unpopulated little town.
"Marianna's a little far for dinner, don't you think?” She said, looking over at David again.
"Not that far when you driving a Viper," David said, as he stomped on the gas, pinning Reshonda into her seat.
The rest of the drive was a blur as David maneuvered the car through traffic, and then opened up the car even more on the freeway. The dashed lines seemed to blur into a single solid line. Reshonda felt like she was in a rocket ship breaking the surely bounds of Earth's gravity. She gripped the edges of the seat and tried not to let out a scream when David jerked the car across lanes, passing slower traffic. She hated the feeling of not being in control, but her body conspired against her mind, and through the shear terror, she felt twinges of excitement in her core every time David pushed the accelerator down, and sent the car shooting forward like a rocket. When they parked at the restaurant, Reshonda let David open her door and help her out of the car. She would let him think he was being a gentleman, but in reality, her legs were shaking and she was not sure she could stand on her own.
Dinner began in the same blur as the car ride, and before Reshonda realized, she was swirling the remnants of her shrimp scampi around with her fork while her bare foot inched its way up David's leg.
"Shonda," David put his fork down and grabbed the table edge with both hands, "Is that your foot on my leg or should we warn the management of their rodent problem?"
The words left him as a joke, but his look had become serious.
"I don't know, could be either," Reshonda countered, trying to match David's levity. "Why don't you wait and see--a chance for pleasure at the risk of pain."
David's mouth curled under and she knew he did not understand her attempt at sexy humor."
"A foot could massage with pleasure, but a rat could bite, causing pain,” she added.
David's eye's suddenly flashed understanding, and he said, "I'll take the chance, the possible benefit outweighs possible cost."
Reshonda felt David's leg stiffen as she continued to slide along his inner thigh, inching closer to his groin with her flexing, crawling toes. David fell silent and stared intently into Reshonda's eyes as her foot reached the apex of his crotch. They did not need words at this point. Reshonda said everything with her single foot, and David responded in volumes with his intense look and stiffened body. He grabbed the table edges harder, pulling himself forward in his seat, and positioning his crotch directly into the soft curved arch of her foot.
Reshonda felt David grow and harden through his slacks at the touch of her foot, and it made her feel good too. His response made her feel in control, in charge, and on top of the situation. She worked the sandle off her other foot and stretched her leg across to him under the table, cupping his increasing hardness between her feet. David let out an audible sigh and closed his eyes as she worked his bulge gently between the arches of her feet. He moved against the pressure, and then seemed to catch himself, opening his eyes and straightening himself in his chair, breaking her hold on him.
"I'm not really hungry for desert anymore," he said, still looking directly into her eyes.
"Oh, I want some desert, but not from here.” Reshonda said, starting to feel just a little naughty.
David hurriedly called the waiter over and paid the check. They walked quickly out of the restaurant, Reshonda feeling in control, David more-than-likely trying to minimize the number of people seeing the pronounced bulge still tenting his pants.
"Mind if I drive?” Reshonda said when they got to the car.
"Okay. You sure you can handle this thing?” David said, as he threw her the keys.
"You kidding? When I'm done driving this thing, you and this car gonna be my bitch."
"Be careful what you say," David said, "I might just like being your bitch."
By the time they were back on the freeway, Reshonda had gotten a handle on the car. That is, after moving the six-speed shifter around aimlessly and stalling out twice in the restaurant parking lot. Her mind reeled with exhilaration and a little fear every time she shifted gears and stomped on the accelerator. The power of the car seemed almost out of her control at times, and more than once, she caught David gripping the door handle as she had earlier. By the time she arrived back at her hotel, David's face had taken on a pale appearance, and that gave her an immeasurable sense of satisfaction. As she put the car in park and turned the machine off, David looked at her with a weak smile on his face. She could almost smell David's fear as he struggled to look nonchalant, as if her driving had no effect on him. She struggled to control the tremble in her hands from adrenaline, and pulled at the fold of her dress at her crotch to hide the increasing wetness she was sure was soaking through her panties.
* * *
"You Okay to drive?” Reshonda gave the keys to David with both hands, cupping her hands over his for just a moment. "You look a little shaken."
David held his hand in hers and pulled her into him as he pushed the button on the key fob. The car's horn sounded in two quick beeps as the doors electronic locks engaged.
"I don't know," David nearly whispered in her ear. "I might need to lie down for a moment."
Reshonda smiled. Still holding onto his hand, she guided him into the building toward her hotel room.
Just as I planned, she thought, as she slid the key card through the door slot. In twenty minutes, he'll be putty in my hands, and ready to tell me anything.
As soon as she had made it through the door, she felt David's hands on her. He grabbed her by both shoulders, spinning her around to wrap her in his embrace, and kiss her hard, in one fluid motion. Together, they moved toward the large bed dominating the room. David's hands seemed to be everywhere on her body at once. She wedged her sandals off, and kicked them away just as the backs of her legs pressed against the high bed. She thought about pushing him back, gaining the dominant position to better manipulate him in his most vulnerable state. But, as David guided her to the bed in his strong arms, she reconsidered, thinking there would be plenty of time for her to take charge and grill him for information after she let him ravish her for just a moment.
His hands were like fire everywhere he touched or caressed her, and his hands moved fluidly across her body. His big strong hands enveloped her entire shoulder blades as he moved slow and steady across her back. She did not feel his fingers working on her bra clasps, but he must have been because her bra came lose as he moved his hands down her back and onto the crest of her ass, squeezing and caressing it like a well-trained masseuse. She felt heat rising in her core, and a sudden energy and desire coming over her as he inched up her short dress and found the bare flesh of her cheeks through her panties.
Reshonda grabbed at David's shirt, working at the buttons to no avail. His kissing became more intense, more urgent, and it spawned an animal desire in her. She pulled frantically at his shirt until, in her hasty frustration, ripped the shirt, popping it open, exposing his well-formed chest, and just a hint of his sculpted abs. She heard a couple of the buttons hit the walls. He stopped kissing her and pulled away, looking at her in surprise at her aggressive display. Then, his mouth widened in a sly smile as he pulled at the wad of panty in his hands, ripping them like that television hulk from her body. David's sudden violent outburst shocked her, but she found it strangely arousing, a potent mix of fear and lust stirring her juices.
She pulled at David's belt, ripping it through the belt loops with a series of loud snapping sounds. As she grabbed at the button on his fly, he again pulled away, denying her dominant move of pulling his pants off. He reached down and took the hem of her summer dress, slowly inching it upward as he looked at her with that same sly smile as before. She was astonished at the intensity of his look, as he exposed her thin muscular thighs. Reshonda watched David looking her over as he lifted the dress, exposing more of her body to him. He licked his lips as the hem of the dress cleared her neatly trimmed pubic hair. The thought of his lips and tongue working their magic on her made her flush with lustful heat. She knew, by the way he was looking at her, she must already have built up a sheen of moisture across the outer folds of her wanton mound. He finally worked her dress up over her head and over her outstretched arms. Her undone bra fell to the floor as she lowered her arms, exposing her small breasts and protruding nipples to the cool air. David stood back again and looked her over, pleased, like he was looking at a newly waxed car.
Reshonda reached for his trouser button again but he pushed her onto the bed. David shook his open shirt to the floor, exposing those rippled abs, a wide chest and enormous arms. His tie hung by itself down the front of his body, making him appear even sexier then Reshonda could have ever imagined a shirtless man with a tie could be. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over her in a kneeling position, his hands once again moving up and down the full length of her body. She grabbed frantically at his pants, wanting him to be as naked as she was. She wanted to get him exposed, but he was having none of it. He pushed his lips to hers, his tongue darting across her teeth, his big hands covering her breasts and gently pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She again found the waist of his pants, pulling at the fly, wanting to rip his pants from his body.
David whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to take my pants off for you?"
Reshonda simply shook her head, yes, knowing he would understand her desire. David pulled away again, but only to a kneeling position. That evil grin formed once again, as he looked her up and down, slowly removing the tie from around his neck.
"Do you trust me?” He twisted his tie in his hands.
Reshonda was confused by the question, but shook her head up and down in agreement before she could form words to disagree. David pushed her further backward on the bed, took her hands and used his tie to bind them together, tying them loosely to the post on the headboard. He then backed off the bed and undid the button of his pants. He moved the zipper down at what seemed an excruciatingly slow pace to Reshonda. She watched him carefully work the zipper over the enormous bulge now stretching the fabric of his slacks. She struggled against the binding holding her to the far side of the huge bed, as she watched David kick his shoes off, and work his pants down over his boxers. He bent down, removed his socks, and folded his crumpled slacks, placing them neatly on a chair. She wanted to go to him, embrace him, and feel his hard muscles pressed against her bare flesh, and being bound to the bed made her want David even more. She hated not being in control but, strangely, was beginning to enjoy the effect that being bound in front of him was having on her.
David stood at the foot of the bed for a moment while Reshonda admired his form; his broad bulbous shoulder muscles, his tight waist, and ass cheeks so tight he could probably crack walnuts with them. A shiver ran up her body when David crawled up onto the bed and ran his hands slowly up her legs. He moved so close to her that she could feel the hair on his arms tickling her shoulders as he wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and gently guided her toward him until theirs lips touched. She smelled the remnants of sandalwood and citris in his cologne as they kissed, and before she knew it, her body began moving against his on its own volition, in some ancient rhythm.
David pulled away again, hovering over her with a wry smile forming across his face. Reshonda feigned a struggle against the tie that bound her hands together and to the bed. A hint of discomfort traced through her mind as she lay there, completely naked, passive, and open to David's charms. She needed to gain the advantage, the upper hand, with him bending at her will. But, at the moment, her eyes were closed and she was quickly succumbing to the feel of David's hands as he caressed her arms, torso, and all along the long line of her thighs.
No, I'm better than this.
Reshonda forced her eyes open and found David still looking right into them. She focused instead, on his forehead for fear of getting hopelessly and forever lost in his deep blue eyes.
"Does Michelle know you're a corporate spy?” Reshonda hoped the direct question would throw him off, testing his fortitude.
"Shush now, we'll have time for questions later. Right now, it's about you. Relax and enjoy.” David just smiled and leaned into her, finding her lips with his before she had a chance to think of a worthy rebuttal.
She closed her eyes again, giving in to the taste of his lips, the feel of their tongues dancing within their dark caverns. Again, David retreated, but brought his hands around her shoulders and down the shallow valley formed between her breasts, and into opposing circles around her dark extended nipples. He gave them a gentle squeeze, the action sending a flush of warmth through her body. Reshonda squeezed her shoulder blades together, arching her back, attempting to push her breasts harder into his hands. She felt David's lips pressing against one of her nipples, the other still between his fingers. He flicked his tongue across it, sending a bolt of pleasure, like lightning, through her body, directly to her core. She jerked at the shock and looked down to see him looking up at her. His light skin contrasting sharply with her light brown tone. A look of mischief flashed in his eyes and he pulled away again, just enough to flash her that knowing smile once more, before kissing a slow trail into the valley of her breasts and down onto her middle torso. Her erect aching nipple was left cold, and wanting the warm moisture of his mouth again, but David brought his fingers back, pinching them around it, sending another bolt of pleasure now directly to her most wanting and ready woman places.
Reshonda's skin burned and tingled everywhere David's lips touched her. He continued to kiss and lick a trail down to her belly button as his hands continued on her breasts. She felt her skin go to goose bumps and become sensitive every time his lips touched her. Each kiss sent a little charge of arousal across her body, almost a tickle, like a tongue on a nine-volt battery. He circled her bellybutton with his tongue, and then continued moving downward. She let out a sigh and her legs began to spread, seemingly on their own, in anticipation of where he was moving. He lingered just above her neatly trimmed mound, breathing onto her sensitive skin. His breath was gloriously warm and sensual, sending a little wave of euphoria through her, making her want to bring her hands naturally to the back of his head, burying her fingers into his curly tuffs of soft brown hair. She wanted him badly, wanted his lips sliding across her sensitive folds, his tongue circling her hard and wanton clit. Her body shivered as she thought of him, so wonderfully close, yet greedily holding back. Reshonda struggled against her restraints again, wanting desperately to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, feel his hardness in her hands.
Her movement got David's mouth moving again, and he, finally, brought his glorious tongue into her wet folds, running it down one side and up the other. His tongue was a flurry of movement, going up and down, darting into her, flicking across the nub of her clit. His talented tongue sent her almost immediately to the very apex of orgasm. She groaned and thrust her hips forward against his movement. His hands, still working their magic, moved from her breasts down her torso and around her until firmly surrounding her ass cheeks. David squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, and pushed her hips into him every time he darted his tongue into her inner folds. She moved with him, trying to match his movements, help him, his mouth, and his tongue bring her to release.
At last, her orgasm was securely on the way, her body started to move and shake on its own, a low, 'ooh' escaped her lips. It was barely audible at first, but then just as David sucked her clit in through his lips and darted his tongue across it, the waves came. Her body shuttered, she was clinching her jaw, and moaning some indiscernible chain of purrs, mews, and swear words.
As the waves subsided and her clit became over-sensitive, David pulled back again, looked up at her and smiled, his face moist with the sheen of her juices. He moved up beside her, rubbing his hard cock over her breasts. She watched him move it back and forth across her sensitive nipples, wanting him to bring it to her mouth. She opened her mouth forming an 'Oh' shape, sticking her tongue out each time he brought his cock toward her, hoping he would take the hint and let her pleasure him. He moved a hand onto her mound, gliding it across her wet folds, and her breath escaped her again. She was so hot from his thorough lapping, she was already well on her way to another orgasm. She moved her head as much as her restraints allowed trying to reach his fat cock until she managed to catch his eye with a wanton look. He moved up, allowing her to take him into her mouth. She wanted to take him completely but he was too large, and she could not move her head enough.
David began stroking her pussy faster, moving his hips as she moved up and down his thick shaft. He let out a little moan and suddenly stopped moving. She wanted to suck him to climax as she was getting close again herself, but he pulled back again. That same wry smile grew across his lips as he reached over to the bedside chair, retrieving a condom from his pants pocket. Ripping the package open, he slowly pulled the condom out, placed it on, and rolled it down his long shaft. Reshonda never knew putting on a condom could be so sexy, so sensual, but David made it seem like a sexual act in itself. She closed her eyes as he kissed her, and tasted the salty remnants of her own juices on his lips. His hands were back on her breasts, gently brushing across her nipples, as he moved over her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the head of his cock gliding across her mound, and then, air drew back into her lungs as he slowly slipped inside her. His strokes were slow and shallow at first, but then became longer as she began thrusting her hips forward, welcoming him deeper into her. She was on her way to orgasm again and wanted him deeper, faster, harder. As if he read her mind, he grabbed one of her legs and brought it up to his shoulders as he thrust harder and deeper into her. He arched his head back, and then snapped it forward again, looking back into her eyes with such intensity that it nearly scared her. But she did not care as she was nearing sweet release again.
David released her leg and laid into her with his full weight. She thought he was about to come, but instead, he reached forward and began untying her restraints. As soon as she was free, she brought her hands immediately to his ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling him into her as hard as she could. David brought both of her legs up to his shoulders now, pulled her to the edge of the bed as he thrust into her deeper and faster. They moved together in rhythmic unison, grunting, mewing, and spatting the occasional profanity, until wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure again rolled from her core like an angry ocean, and each time, emanating outward to every nerve ending of her body. With one final thrust, David arched his head back again, letting out a long low groan. His energy spent, he fell into her, kissing her neck and licking at her ears.
They remained in their precarious position for a few minutes, until they regain enough strength climb back to the center of the bed in a spooning position. David curled up behind her, placing his hand across her hip. Reshonda felt completely satiated, fulfilled, and expended. She heard David saying something, but his words were lost as sleep overtook her.
* * *
When Reshonda woke the next morning, David had left. His tie still hung loosely the far bedpost, and her dress hung around it like a ring. She showered and dressed, determined to recover from her failed attempt at grilling David.
If David is not ready to spill the facts, I'll just confirm that Michelle isn't in on his plan, Reshonda thought, as she left the hotel and headed toward Tigress headquarters.
“You know Michelle, David’s not just a consultant.” Reshonda stared hard at Michelle, crossing her arms and trying to look dead serious.
“What do you mean?” Michelle looked away, pulling a camisole from a shipping box and straightening it on receiving table. “He was highly recommended for our overseas marketing project.”
“Is that what you hired him for, Michelle? Is he really just consulting or is he doing ... uh ... other research?” Reshonda just could not quite say it aloud. Michelle had to have heard about David through her business contacts, and if Michelle had hired David at his prices without knowing he was a corporate spy, then she was not as smart as Reshonda thought. Michelle finally looked up from her flattened and stretched camisole and locked onto Reshonda’s eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Isn’t that the job of a consultant, research and planning?” It was clear Michelle was not going to give up anything although every gut instinct told Reshonda she had David working on some covert project. It was time to change strategies. Time to do what I do best, Reshonda thought.
“I’m sorry Michelle. I just got a weird vibe from David last night.”
“What happened? Michelle stiffened with her arms straight down her sides. “Did your little partner-building session with David not work out well?
“Let’s just say it worked out very well for me but I think even better for him” Reshonda pulled the camisole off the receiving table and held it up at arms length. “He’s a smart man, Michelle.”
“Yes Ma’am, and sexy as hell too.” Michelle giggled and pulled at her short black hair with her fingers.
Reshonda knew Michelle’s next question would be about what happened between them. Better get this plan in action.
“This camisole is beautiful. Mind if I try it on?” Reshonda held the garment to her chest and twisted her torso left and right as if she was modeling.
“Sure, but there’s nowhere to change.”
“That’s Ok, I’ll just change here. It’s Saturday anyway and the warehouse is closed. Not like anyone is going to walk in and see me.” Reshonda turned her back to Michelle and quickly removed her blouse and bra and slipping her arms through the stringy straps of the camisole. The soft silken material easily slipped over her body and even though it was uncomfortably hot in the warehouse, she felt her nipples tighten against the cool material leaving two perfect pleats down the front of the garment.
“This camisole fits great and it feels nice too. Remember back in high school when you would sew lingerie and I would model every outfit for you?” Reshonda’s back was still turned, as she unfastened her jeans and very slowly wiggled them over her bottom, taking her panties down with them. Reshonda turned her head to see Michelle looking at her bare ass only half covered by the flimsy camisole.
“Remember the night of our graduation?” Reshonda shot Michelle a sly look.
Step one: Disarm your opponent.
“I’ll never forget it. Everyone else partied all night and passed out in a hotel room while we just got the hotel room and spent the night together.” Michelle’s cheeks reddened and she looked away, pulling another camisole out of a box, beginning the straightening process again.
Reshonda bent over, pushing her ass out just a little more than normal, and stepped out of her jeans. “You know I’d never felt a woman’s touch except for that night with you.”
“I haven’t either, Reshonda.” Michelle, still staring at Reshonda's ass to meet her eyes as she spoke. “You’ve filled out since high school.” Another giggle escaped Michelle’s throat.
“Yea, the girls finally grew up.” Reshonda cupped her small breasts, her hands covering them completely. “I got to say you’ve filled out in all the right places.”
“I’ve just filled out everywhere.” Michelle rubbed her hips, frowned and looked away again.
“Girl, you look damn sexy to me. You want to try on that top for me?"
Step two: Bring your opponent close.
“I might-could if you promise not to laugh.” Michelle crossed her arms and held her summer dress at the waist but hesitated and stared back at Reshonda.
“Might could? I haven’t heard that since the last time I was in Alabama five years ago,” Reshonda said.
“Hush girl, you know I always revert back to my roots when I’m nervous. Now, you promise me you won’t laugh or I’m not doing it.”
“Alright already, I promise not to laugh.”
Michelle had always been just a little shy in intimate settings and it made her choice in careers seem strange. She pulled her summer dress up over her head revealing light brown skin that contrasted sharply with her dark hair and eyes. Reshonda saw the dark outline of Michelle’s pubic hair through her lacy white panties and felt a tingle of warmth and moisture building between her legs. Michelle’s panties were stretched tight around her wide hips. She dropped her dress onto the receiving table and unhooked her bra exposing huge round breasts that hung slightly from their weight. She had definitely become a full-figured woman but her ample breasts and large dark nipples gave her an hourglass figure and an incredibly sexy look.
“Michelle, you look sexier than ever. You’re making me all hot and bothered over here.” Reshonda slid her feet out until her legs were at shoulder width and slowly traced her fingers up her inner thighs. Michelle’s face flushed and her lips parted slightly as she stared at Reshonda’s hands. A wide smile went across Michelle’s face and she dropped her arms to her sides, standing in nothing but her pretty panties and not even reaching for the camisole.
“Reshonda my darling, are you trying to seduce me?” Michelle took a step forward and coyly brought a finger up to her mouth, sliding it across her lips.
“What if I was?” Reshonda brought her hands up over the soft silk camisole and over her breasts, tenting the fabric across her stiff protruding nipples.
“Didn’t you get together with David last night?” Michelle asked, but took another step forward and instinctively brought an arm across her breasts for cover.
“I did, but being here with you today, thinking about us in high school made me want to feel your touch again. Besides, you look damn good naked.”
Now, if I could just get her to drop her guard and answer some questions.
Michelle dropped her arm, again exposing her large breasts. Reshonda understood the action and quickly closed the space between her and Michelle until they stood inches apart.
Reshonda whispered to her. “Kiss me you beautiful creature,” and did not wait for Michelle to respond as she ran her tongue across her lips and brought them to Michelle’s mouth. Reshonda felt Michelle’s warm breath pushing into her open mouth as they kissed. Her nipples were now rock-hard and sensitive as they pushed against the soft flesh of Michelle’s breasts, separated only by the filmy fabric of her camisole. She reached up, cupped Michelle’s heavy breasts in her hands, and ran her fingers in circles to her extended nipples. She gave them a gentle pinch between her thumb and index finger and a slight twist as she pulled them away. Michelle groaned into her mouth and brought one of her hands directly to Reshonda’s inner thighs. Reshonda spread her legs slightly and brought her hips forward against Michelle’s hand. She wanted Michelle to feel how wet she was getting before making her give up what she really knew about David. Just as she felt Michelle’s hand slip along her outer folds, and a finger gently probing into her, she pulled away from the kiss.
“So, Michelle, has David been able to get you the inside scoop on the Sweet Nothings Company’s spring marketing plans?” Reshonda had moved to arms length but still held Michelle’s breasts in her hands, kneading them gently as she spoke.
“I couldn’t ask him something like that, it would be spying. Besides, He’ll probably get me better information on his South-American trip this week.”
Michelle did not flinch in her answer and maintained eye contact the whole time. She was either too smart to let that information slip or she honestly did not know exactly what she got with David. Maybe Reshonda was wrong about this whole setup. Maybe David really was just doing some consulting. Although it was doubtful, he would want to give up his corporate spy world for a mid-level lingerie company trying to break the big guys. Maybe he was really working for someone else and if that were true, then Reshonda would have to protect Michelle from him. At least partially convinced Michelle was unaware of David's true occupation; Reshonda brought her hands to Michelle’s round ass and sought the heat of her lips once more.
* * *
The sound of a door slamming shut reverberated through the warehouse. Reshonda and Michelle both jumped and looked at each other, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
“Oops, sorry, I didn’t know the door was on a spring.” David’s voice echoed off the warehouse walls.
Reshonda and Michelle jumped back from each other and bounded like cats, quick and stealthy, to their clothes. Reshonda found her jeans and hoisted them up to her hips as Michelle quickly draped her summer dress over her head and let it fall. Reshonda gestured a question with her arms out and palms up and mouthed, “What is he doing here.” Michelle just looked back at Reshonda and shook her head as she pulled down a part of her dress that had hung on her extended nipples and draped over her large breasts as if hanging off a towel hook. Reshonda looked across the room to check that everything appeared in place as the sound of David’s footsteps echoed closer. She kicked her panties into a pile with her bra and blouse on the floor as David stepped into the receiving room.