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Smart Women, Serious Business Chapter 8
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Smart Women, Serious Business
Chapter 8
We were let out of the Hospital after about
a few days. We decided not to go back to work when we got
out. We decided to go out shopping instead. We went downtown to
the most expensive district and shopped at all the expensive
shops we could find. When we went to Union Square, we went to
shop at elegant stores like Neiman-Marcus, Gucci, Saks Fifth
Avenue and later drove to the Fredrick's of Hollywood nearby.
When we walked into this building it was a woman's
perfect toy store. The lingerie was so inventive and interesting
I couldn't refuse buying some. The prices were pretty expensive,
but I didn't mind. I enjoy ed looking at the wide assortment of
teddies, bras, G-strings, body stockings and numerous other items.
We spent three hours picking out items to buy. I ended up
spending over $1000 on lingerie, something I never d reamed I
would do. Sharon, however, spent nearly $2500, which made me feel
a lot better. We decided to go back to the house to change and
then go to the French Room at the Four Seasons Clift Hotel, out
on Gear y Street.
When we arrived at home I found a note saying "Someone
left a package for you. I have it for you. Suite 834."
When I went over to pick up the package, Norman met me
at the door. Norman was wearing his dress pants but only a T-
shirt on top. He had a beautifully muscled body. Norman was a
tall, dark haired British fellow who worked as a bigshot at an
advertising firm. He always had something clever to tell me
about anything.
When I was standing there and door opened the first thing
he did was had both hands open and fingers pointing to me as
if I was on stage and he was introducing me.
He then said, "Do you want a real sexy, firm body, then
try Tonner 2100. It will give you a HARD body without working
hard."
Norman was always trying to advertise everything in life.
Saying slogans all the time. I was standing there in a tight,
black sculpting dress that accented my body. I blushed a little
and then Norman invited me in while he looked for the package.
"Norman, I have someone with me." I said.
"Fine, have her come in." he replied.
Sharon was looking around the interior of the apartment.
Norman had a different advertisements framed and on his wall. He
took credit for numerous west coast contracts. The rest of the
house was decorated wit h a Victorian, rustic look, something
Norman said made him feel at home. Norman was never quit a
lady's man because his dates would get bored with the
advertisement jokes after a while.
Norman came out with a small shoebox, all wrapped up. He
handed it to me and said that UPS had delivered it earlier.
There was no return address on the box and only my name written
in a very flowed hand writting, with lots of curves and large
capital letters. The handwritting was very sexy.
"Tea anyone?" asked Norman.
"No thanks Norman. Do you have coffee?" I asked.
"Sure Alexandria, I can get it for you." and with that
he walked into the kitchen. Sharon excepted the tea. With
Norman I do not mind him calling me Alex, and I tell him he
can. He does however prefe to retain calling me Alexandria since
he says it has a more Royal sounding. I never minded and let
him always call me that.
Norman came back with coffee for me and a butterknife. He
handed me the butterknife and I proceeded in opening the present.
When I finished opening the wrapping, there was a box with a
large ammount of box ing tape on it. On the box was printed,
"OPEN IN PRIVATE". I faced the box towards Norman and he left
the room. I looked at Sharon and she was just suspenseful in
knowing what was in the box. I could easily s ee she was not
going to leave me to open the box in private. I then cut the
rope onlong the top and the side, where the top flaps are taped
to the side of the box. When I opened it there was a long 10"
vi brator inside. It was pink and very smooth looking. There was
a card and also a black skirt that was very short, only
fourteen inches from my waist. The skirt was folded very neatly
and I wondered how someone co uld squeeze it in there. I opened
the card and it read like the following:
Dear Alex,
I bought this skirt for you to wear tonight when you
come over. The vibrator is to keep you occupied during those
boring days. I am hoping to see you soon.
Love,
Alison
I couldn't believe that Alison would send me a vibrator.
I have never used one before, seeing that my past boyfriends
would always keep me more than busy. I never really bought one
because I was always too embarassed. Sharon went into the box
to grab the vibrator and I quickly yanked it out of her hands
and shoved it back in the box. I then closed it up.
Norman asked if it was okay to come back in. I told him
yes and he wandered back in. He asked me what I got and I
told him I rather not discuss it. I told him we had better get
going and I thanked him for the coffee and holding the package
for me. We then left.
Chapter 9
When we went into my apartment, Sharon was amazed. She
loved the way I decorated the apartment. She enjoyed looking at
my Nagel painting. The paintings were very hard to find since
Hugh Heffner owns more Na gels then anyone else. The paintings
also cost me a small fortune. The Nagels I couldn't get as
original paintings I bought as Lithographs. The Lithographs were
not quite as special but were nice to look at.
"God Alex, I love the paintings." said Sharon.
"I am glad you like them, they were very hard to get a
hold of." I said.
"Who is the painter?" asked Sharon.
"Patrick Nagel. Did you know he had a heartattack while
doing a benefit for the American Heart Association? He was doing
jumpingjacks on TV and afterwords collapsed of a heartattack. The
man never exercised i s his life and just couldn't take it." I
said.
"You know a lot about this guy, huh?" said Sharon.
"I guess." I replied. I took out the skirt from the box
and left the box in the livingroom. I went into the bedroom to
change while Sharon stayed outside in the livingroom. While I was
in there Sharon ca lled out to me.
"Alex, can you do me a favor?" she asked.
"Sure. What is it?" I replied.
"Don't wear any panties tonight." she said.
I couldn't believe what she said. Don't wear panties? The
skirt was short enough that I was afraid of exposing my
panties.
"No, I don't think I should." I replied.
"PLEASE??" Sharon pleaded.
I always was a bit of an exhibitionist so I told her,
reluctantly, okay. I put the skirt on
and left the panties off. I put on an expensive blouse I bought
at Neiman-Marcus and a pair of black, leather highheels. I felt
like I was dressed in a similiar fashion to a highclass
prostitute. I knew the feel ing because of the way men liked me
to dress when I went out with them to further my career.
I wore my diamond earings that Mr. Kendall gave me on my
birthday. They were set in platinum with gold. I always wore
them for luck. When I went into the livingroom, I was amazed by
the attentiveness by Sharon to my Nagel paintings. She stood there
with a childish, innocent attitude, gently touching the painting
along the brush strokes to feel every curve of the picture. She
was on the tip of her toes and trying to touch the top of the
painting. I just loved standing there and watching her with a
seemingly painter-like attitude within her. As she was reaching
for the top she slipped on my waxed finished, wood floors.
I rushed over there to help her up and she was holding
onto the back of her right leg, right below the knee cap a
little.
"Sharon, are you okay?" I asked.
She stood there taking short inhales and having a small
ammount of tears.
"Alex, can we skip dinner and go directly to Alison's
place. I would feel better if Alison had a look at it."
said Sharon.
"Yes, sure." I replied, "I will go get my coat and will
be back in a minute."
I walked in and grabbed my long, black wool coat. When I
stepped back out, Sharon had her purse and bags and was
hopping around my room.
I walked over to her and slung her left arm around my shoulder
to give her support. She squeezed my left breasts with her left
hand and gave me a smile.
We walked out the door and got into the car to head to
Alison's house.
Chapter 10
When we were driving to Alison's house I could feel my
skirt constantly ride up my leg when I was shifting my feet
from the brake to the gas. After I pulled it down five times I
just ignored it. While
I was driving up Highway 1 I could feel my skirt sliding up
some more. I ignored it thinking that it was just normal. I
later heard a buzzing noise and felt a tingling sensation as I
felt the object rub my cl itoris. It felt so good and I let
out a little moan. While this was happening my speedometer
started to climb as my foot was pressing harder against the gas.
Sharon had taken the long pink vibrator with her and was
using it against my bush. I don't know what my driving was like
since I started to swerve a little on the road. After she did
that for a while s he put her head between my legs and started
to lick me, just the outside first and then started to probe
deeper. The position made it very uncomfortable to drive, but I
managed. After a while I could feel myself getting real worked up
and started to explode with an orgasm that captivated my entire
body. I was overwhelmed.
Alex was becoming very sensitive to my touch and I loved
it! I know I could drive her totally crazy with passion
anytime I wanted. I continued to suck the juices into my
mouth. I leaned over and gave her a large full kiss on the
lips while letting some of Alex juices leak back into Alex's
mouth. I thought this my be an interesting thing to do and I
might get a more interesting response.
When Sharon kissed me I felt a trickle of fluid enter my
mouth. At first I thought it was saliva and disregarded,
although I thought it was an overly ample ammount. Then a taste
reached my taste buds and hightened my senses. It wasn't saliva,
it was my own juices! I never bothered with tasting my own
juices and they were pretty sweet. More than I was use too. I
sucked on my fingers before after a finger fucking session but
never enough to really tasts anything. I then realized I don't
taste that bad!
Alex had a look of puzzlement. It reminded me of the
time I went wine tasting with Alex and she stood there trying
to analyze the exact taste of the wine. I remember I was really
tired from the drive ou t to the Carmel Vineyards and I felt a
certain bit of lust for my boss for the first time.
When we went here she wore a classy Italian style dress,
with puffy shoulders, and had cleavage lifting quality about it.
Her hair was pinned back and had a bow in it and was wearing
a beautiful series of diamond strands around her neck along with
matching earrings. I really wanted to get into her right there.
I remember I never saw anyone look so elegant in my life. She
would stand there, sip wine and talking t o the other people
there and have a great time. I always really clung onto our
friendship. She was always a friend to me and made our working
relationship really nice. I still was always nervous around her
and s he then just learned to accept the fact that I was a
nervous person. She never, at that point, realized that I was
nervous because of my feelings about her and always wondering
if she ever cared or felt anything similiar to me, until
recently.
Everytime I was with Sharon I was curious what my parents
would think about all this. My father, who was always an active
member in the British Conservative Party, would probably have not
dealt with this re lationship very easily. My mother would get
downright ugly about the whole situation and have me spend the
rest of my life with a priest, at my Catholic Church in
Germany, trying to help me find god to "forgive the great evil I
have commited".
We arrived at Alison's apartment where we went straight to
the first available parking space. The apartment complex was very
well kept up. The lighting was very ample and I felt safe in
this neighborhood, fa
r from the poverty of downtown San Francisco. We both walked
up to the apartment twelve and knocked on the door. Sharon
seemed already not able to keep her hands off me. She slid
her arms on either side of me from behind and squeezing onto
my breasts. I let out a low moan while Sharon did this. The
door opened and Alison was standing there in her excercise
outfit. Her body was heaving with heat and I could see some
sweat lying between her large breasts.
"I can see you two kept yourselves occupied today." says
Alison.
"I can't help myself." says Sharon, "Go ahead and grab
one of these."
Sharon let go of my breasts and Alison took hold of both
of them. With my breasts becoming aroused the fabric seemed to
clench my breasts while they seemed to expand to Alison's touch.
Alison then let go and reached out and to hold my hand. She
then gently pulled me in through the front door with Sharon
following close behind.
Alison reached over and lifted up my skirt to reveal my
puffing pussy. She gently placed her index finger on the opening
and ran her finger up and down. I was turning to jelly at her
touch. She then ushe red me over to the couch and had me sit
back on it. She then instructed Sharon to go change.
Sharon seemed to move pretty quick for someone who had a
sprained ankle. While Sharon left Alison pulled my blouse open to
expose my breasts captivated in my tight bra. Alison, however,
made no attempt to t ake my blouse totally off or open my bra.
She turned on the television and turned it to CNN. Business news
was on and they were listing off a bunch of stocks and their
new yield. She sat there justing watching
the news and I said there puzzled by all of this. After
watching the news for about twenty minutes, Alison called out to
Sharon.
"Sharon, bring us a couple of drinks."
After Alison said that I saw Sharon come walking out of
the Bedroom in a black maids outfit with a lot of lace and a
puffed out skirt that was very short. Under the skirt she wore
lacy panties with a l ot of cotton padding. The panties had a
slit in the center of them. She wore a pair of black, fishnet
stockings that were held up with a black garter. The garters and
the top of the stockings could be easily s een due to the
length of the skirt.
The top part of the outfit had a lacy collar that was
very deep in the front in a square shape. A lot of cleavage
was being bared with this outfit. The top part had an uplifting
quality that made her b reasts look like they were ready to pop
out. The long, five inch high heels looked very sexy on her.
"Yes madame." replied Sharon with almost a yielding
quality. She took a bow towards Alison and walked off into the
kitchen.
Alison pulled open her top to reveal her breasts for a
few moments and said "Do you want these?"
I eagerly replied yes and then she said "Well you are
going to have to put on an outfit like Sharon and work around
the house a little."
I looked at her a little dumbfounded and she pointed
towards the bedroom and covered up her breasts. She then just
sat there looking towards the TV again.
I got up and walked over into the bedroom.
When I walked in there, there was a huge King size bed with a
maid's outfit layed out on the bed. With the outfit was a
feather duster, some highheels, stockings and panties like Sharon
wore. I put the outfit o n and struggled to get the the top
part on. I had to wiggle my breasts into the top and tug down
on the bottom to finally get into it. My breasts sort of hurt
in the outfit since the top part was made maybe up to two sizes
to small. After I got the fishnet stockings, open crotch panties
and highheels on I walked out into the living room with my
feather duster.
"So how do I look?" I asked Alison.
She replied with "Dust the bookshelf."
"What?" I asked.
"No. The correct way to address my command is `Yes
Madame'. Now address me again." said Alison.
"Yes Madame." I said.
"Don't forget the bow." Alison said.
I took a bow towards her and walked over to the
bookshelf. I noticed that there was an overly excessive ammount
of dust high above eye level and low towards the ground floor
shelf. I took out the feather duster and rubbed the tool
briskling along the top shelf.
"Go slower so you can be more thorough." said Alison.
I could feel my breasts straining against the top. I got
the stool nearby and stood on top of it to dust the top
shelf. Alison came over to me and took a picture of me from
behind. My cunt was bare to the camera since the skirt was so
short and the panties had no crotch. I turned my head towards
her when I saw the flash and she took another picture of me.
I tried to pull the back of the skirt down but t hat caused
the front to bellow up. She then crawled between my legs and
took another picture from the front.
"Alison! Quit it!" I said remembering the mess the last
nude pictures of me caused.
I got down from the stool and pulled down on my skirt.
I tried to hide my self but that caused the top of my outfit
to bellow down. My breasts popped out and Alison took a picture
of me.
I quickly pulled the top over my breasts and ran back
into the bedroom. Sharon then ran over to Alison while I was in
the bedroom. They were talking to each other but I couldn't hear
what they were sayin g. After about five minutes, with me sitting
on the bed crying Sharon and Alison came in.
"I am sorry Alex." says Alison. "I didn't mean anything
bad about it. I just wanted to keep some pictures for my self
to remind me about you in the future."
Alison then opened the back of her camera and pulled the
strip of film out. The light exposed the whole roll in a
matter of seconds making the images unattainable. Alison dropped
the film onto the bed next to me and left the room.
Sharon walked over to me and said, "Alison feels really
bad about making you feel uncomfortable. She is sorry about the
whole thing. I told her what you went through and she feels bad
about giving you a r eminder about it."
Sharon gathered Alex's clothes and handed them to Alex.
"Here, we can go know." says Sharon.
"No, I am fine. I forgive Alison about everything but I
just don't want her taking any pictures." I said.
I was really worried about Alexandria. She seemed fine now
but I don't know if this was her thing to do. I asked Alex if
she was sure she wanted to continue and she replied "Yes, I am
fine".
I handed Alex her duster and helped her up off the bed.
I helped her walk out of the bedroom where Alison was waiting
on the other side of the bedroom door.
"Alexandria, please, I am truly sorry about everything. If
you want to leave now I would understand." said Alison.
"No, I am fine. I can handle myself Madame." Alex
replied.
Alison was shocked at the fact that Alex wanted to
continue this scenario. Alison was turned on by the fact Alex
wanted to continue. Alison then sat back down on the couch and
instructed Alex to dust the coffee table directly in front of
Alison.
Alex leaned over and dusted the piece of furniture with
her bottom totally exposed to Alison about a foot away from
Alison's face.
Alison pushed Alex forward and Alex fell across the width
of the table. Alison then came up behind Alex and buried her
head into Alex's pussy.
TO BE CONTINUED
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