SWNOVELS Chapter Meeting in the Ladies room
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The cab dropped me off in front of a swanky high rise owned by some deep-pocket company with their name emblazoned on the heavily ornate metal doors manned by 2 beefy doormen. The earlier rain had subsided, but there was still the occasional flickering of lightning competing to be seen amidst the thousands of lights of Metropolis Prime.
Shelly immediately intercepted me, like she had been waiting right next to the door. She handed me a glass of champagne and proceeded to encourage me to do a twirl so she could see all 360 degrees of my fabulous self.
She smiled approvingly, bobbing her head up and down.
"You look stunning!" She said and grabbed my hand to lead me to the company table.
"You look ravishing yourself, " I complimented back as we made our way through the crowd of expensive suits and dresses. What?... this old thing?
"What?... This old thing?" she said in mock surprise as she continued towards the front of the room with a little more pronounced swing in her hips.
Rolling my eyes... How did I know....sometimes I surprise myself...haha.
She was wearing a beautiful dark blue dress that almost passed for an LBD with chunky designer jewelry and Jimmy Choo pumps. Her whole outfit cost more than some people's cars. I, on the other hand, was wearing labels from the clearance rack. But with a smoking hot body, people rarely remembered the label.
Salads and wine were already at our assigned seats. We had not been sitting down making small talk and introductions to our table mates for more than a few minutes when the lights were turned down, and our attention was asked for from the stage. Throughout the night, we were fed a sumptuous 4-course meal. Several speakers and entertainers intermittently took the stage. During the final course of smoked sable tar-tare with beets and watercress, the night's final speaker was introduced.
The moderator approached the microphone and clear his throat "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce Noel Peterson, CEO of Vintnor and Palm Pharmaceuticals."
My eyes widened like I had seen a ghost. Noel came strutting up to the microphone as people stood to ovate him before he had even uttered one word. I stood with everyone else. Looking around, I saw and felt pure admiration. It bordered on reverence. Who was he?
Using my enhanced hearing and empath skills, I was able to garner snippets of whispers and thoughts.
He was very well-liked, honest, a shrewd but fair businessman, and recently had some big breakthrough in clinical trials and... what was that?... I tried focusing on one woman's thoughts as the clapping subsided, and we all took our seats.
That bug took his wife and child—poor man. I would love to help him get over his grief...
My heart sank. I felt so bad for him.
Was this why I was here? Is this the reason I was sent to tech paradise, Metropolis Prime?
I tried hard to focus on his words. Really I did, but all this was so boring to me. All I could do was catch pieces of his speech through all of the juicy, salacious conversations going on around the room. And his bow tie was filling my head with a few ideas of my own.
Noel wooed the crowd and their wallets with facts and figures and trial numbers. He reminded his captive audience it was all for continued support in the fight to find a cure for this virus that was still claiming many lives every winter in the metropolis. He finished his speech with a flourish and a joke and got another raucous and long-standing ovation as he left the stage.
I think I nailed it, he thought.
I stood up and told Shelly I was going to the powder room, and she offered and then proceeded to excuse herself and come with me.
"So what's the story with ...Noel Peterson?" I asked her as we entered the lavishly appointed ladies' room.
The bathroom attendant greeted us and opened the interior door. We entered the stalls, and Shelly said,
"Uh....let's see... He was a child prodigy or some shit. Excelled in chemistry, microbiology ...blah blah. Fast forward, married his childhood sweetheart, some country bumpkin from outside of the Metropolis, had a kid, and a few years ago, the whole metropolis got hit with a really nasty bug. A lot of people died.''
Shelly farted and continued,
"including his wife and child. His company produced the first vaccines that actually worked, saving millions of lives. So people look at him with a bit of a god-like reverence. The Savior of Metropolis." Shelley said sarcastically with a bit of a slur,
"But he is known to be humble and down to earth. You can say he's got that kinda hot nerd vibe going for him. His work is the only thing that matters to him now that his family is gone. He is always with one business partner or another but rarely seen socializing. Tight-knit circle, an Even tighter ring of insiders. Though he does have his favorite little coffee shop over on Benton Street in Lower Metropolis. I think because he used to take the family there on the weekends. You know... back when they were alive." She said, "Our company partners with him on medical equipment deals and a few biologic endeavors."
"Enough about his boring ass. I bet I could make him forget about his dead wifey," she added with a giggle."
See what I mean about being like-able-ish. Thank goodness the fancy places like this have the scented toilet wipes. So you will always come out smelling like roses. She didn't even excuse herself when she farted. Granted, we are in the bathroom but....manners bitch.
I didn't laugh, just flushed the toilet and left my stall
Even in her slightly inebriated state, she realized that was in poor taste and quickly changed the subject to our coworkers.
We talked about silly work stuff while she finished her business.
She exited her stall while I was washing my hands and leaning slightly over the sink.
"Your ass looks fabulous in that dress," she said, "and the back is scandalous"
See reader, I told you it was perfect.
I smiled at her in the mirror and thanked her. Shelly openly ogled my ass as she approached the sink next to me.
I would definitely drink champagne off that ass right here. I wonder what she tastes like...her thoughts trailed off as I called her name.
"Shelly! What time is it?"
"huh.." She answered preoccupied, as she washed her hands and her eyes met mine in the mirror.
"What time is it?" I repeated.
She looked at her watch and said, "8:45."
Oh, and if you are wondering...the answer is yes, I'd let her do all of the things her surprisingly dirty little mind is conjuring up ...if she ever had the courage to ask. Looks like I would have been in for one helluva night. Shelly has always had a thing for me, but she has never directly acted on it. I don't think she knows I know. Since her divorce finally came through, I think she is finally working up the courage. Hell, she has been basically courting me since the moment I set foot in her office two years ago. Lunches, video chats, we have even gone out together a few times after work. And now here I am,... her plus 1.
Wait a minute, is this a date?
Shelly moved into my space a bit and put her arm around me.
"You are an exceptional friend to me, K. Thanks for being there for me this past year, with the divorce and all the crazy work shit. I am so glad to be free of that weight around my neck. If you ever want to get to know me better, I'm game. Her hand moved down my back as she spoke and ended in her rubbing my ass."
Well, someone ate a bowl of courage today.
"Temps and Tops don't mix like that, Shelby" I used her real name to let her know I was serious. I was actually game, but she would have to work harder for it, and her timing was off. I was meeting Noel and had no plans on taking a detour.
"You know I'm not at Top K. I am a Top Assist. Big difference." Shelby remarked.
says the woman standing in a pair of $16,000 shoes.
I reached behind me and removed her hand that was still doing wax on wax off motions on my behind. Shelly pouted prettily, thinking that might make me change my mind. Had the circumstances been different, well...who knows.
Her eyes lit up as an idea crossed her alcohol ladled mind.
"Just give me 5 minutes to give you something to think about," she says.
She walks over to the door and hands the bathroom attendant something. The attendant leaves, and I hear the lock click.
"What the fuck Shelly?"
"Calm down," she says," I promise you are going to like this," and takes me over to the sitting area.
"You don't have to do anything, just sit there, but you gotta promise me, we will still be friends. Just a little closer. Nothing has to change between us."
"Sure. We're both adults," I replied. Smiling widely,
She instructed me to sit in one of the armchairs, and she stood in front of me.
Her pussy is now face level.
Shelly reached into her purse and pulled out a little silver tube. Putting her purse on the counter behind her. She attaches the silver tube to her left middle finger.
"Never leave home without it," She said with a smile. I returned her smile.
She clicked it on. A little blue light emitted from it but absolutely no sound. Shelly hiked up her dress. No panties. She lifted one leg and put her Jim Choo-clad foot on the armrest. I have to admit, this was kinda hot. She was close enough for me to lean forward and lick her freshly waxed cunt if I wanted to.
I could smell her arousal. She was horny.
Shelby spread her lips with her right hand so I could fully see her clit and rosy opening. She was already moist. She touched the vibrating tube to her clit and made little circles. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as the vibrations raced from her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her thighs trembled.
Opening her eyes, she looked directly at me to make sure I was in the moment with her. Watching her. She reached up, pulling the top of her dress down, exposing her large round breasts. Shelly massaged her breasts one at a time. Then lifted her right breast and ran her tongue over the light pink areola, capturing the pink bud between her lips and sucking on it. Soon her nipples had taut peaks. Her fair skin was starting to flush. She continued laving and sucking on her breasts.
I smiled as my pussy moistened and contracted as she let out a moan. Her hand was still busy working her clit in slightly faster counterclockwise circles. I could see her stomach muscles start to tighten. The trembling in her thighs increasing. Her finger disappeared inside of her weeping hole, and she continued working her clit with her thumb.
I reached out and peeked into her mind.
Peeking is not the same as touching. Peeking is more voyeuristic while touching is experiencing.
Enormous waves of pleasure were rolling through her body. I saw them in swirls of black and white and grey. Her pussy was starting to contract around her finger. She was close.
In her mind, I could see her imagining her tongue darting in and out of my pussy as I lay on her bed with my hands bound above my head, licking and sucking my clit. She imagined I had a landing strip. As her finger entered her own juicy pussy she imagined she was fucking me with her long manicured fingers, swirling her tongue over my clit as I bucked against her face. In her mind, she removed her fingers from my soaking wet pussy and put them in her mouth. Sucking the juices from them before reinserting them again and plunging in and out of me faster. Her head was once again buried in between my legs.
Leaving her mind. I refocused on the show she was putting on in front of me.
I looked up at her from where I was sitting. Her body was slightly flushed.
They eye contact caused her body to tighten and contract hard around her finger and vibrator. Her nipple slipped from her mouth, glistening with saliva as her mouth opened in an involuntarily O from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. Shelly squeezed her breast in ecstasy throwing her head back. She continued fucking herself mentally and physically. Enhancing the mind fuck with the pleasure she was getting from sharing her experience with me.
Peeking in her mind, once again, her tongue strayed down to my asshole and circled there, exploring the perimeter but never going any farther. In her mind, I called her name in a breathless voice as my pussy contracted violently around her fingers. I was squirming in pleasure, my back arching, breasts thrust upward, jiggling slighting from the force of her finger fucking me. She imagined my honey-skinned body glistening with sweat and my head thrashing back and forth as she added another finger inside me and licked my clit faster, the nub hardening from her ministration.
I have to admit this was one hot fantasy.
I resist the temptation to touch myself.
"Oh, God! I screamed in her mind as she sucked hard on my clit and flicked her tongue hard against it.
"Shelly, I'm gonna come." Fantasy me said through clenched teeth and screamed as I came in a gush in her mouth. It brought Shelly right over the edge as well. I saw the muscles in her stomach contract and lock.
Come for me, Shelly, I pushed into her mind.
"O, Oh Ohhhh, Oh God, Yes baby, I'm coming. I'm coming for you," Shelly panted.
I worried a bit too late if she was a squirter. Luckily she wasn't, or at least didn't.
Shelly opened her eyes and stared at me, her breasts heaving as she came down from her orgasm. She licked her lips. Her blue eyes were shining and slightly dilated. She smiled shyly, removing her soaked fingers. And clicked off the tube.
"Did you like that? she asked
K
Reaching out, I ran my index finger over her still sensitive clit, eliciting a moan and shudder from her. Standing up, I held my index finger out for her, and she obediently opened her mouth and sucked her cum from my finger. I traced the bottom of her lips while I pulled her dress top back up over her boobs, making sure my hand made contact with her nipples as I did so.
"Yes, very much. You have given me something to think about. Over and Over again," I said, laughing, and she laughed too. She pecked me on the lips before I could stop her and turned to get herself cleaned up."
Again I was so glad they had the moist wipes.
After we were done freshening up,
"I am going to need to leave in about 20 minutes," I told her.
"What? No! Stay! Shelly pleaded. "It's early, and there are deep pockets here," she said, winking.
"So, what now I am your wingman? " I said jokingly while she reapplied her lipstick.
"Wing woman." She corrected.
We both laughed. Shelly tapped lightly on the door, and I heard the attendant click it from the outside.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening," the attendant said with a knowing smile and 300 extra dollars in her pocket as we left the bathroom.
POn the way back, Shelly flirted and mingled and made small introductions until we ended up near the bar and nowhere near our table.
To Be Continued...