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Synopsis - Jake Holiday is now Vanessa Brooks. A high profiled ad executive in the city of Chicago. She now explores her new life, which is a gift from an alien race for saving one of their own from certain death. Milk Part Two By ShannonQ My eyelids fluttered as I awoke. I was confused by my surroundings. I just lay there thinking about what had transpired the night before. One thing I noticed right away was my arthritis was gone. No painful joints which greeted me every morning for the past thirty years. My eyes surveyed the room. Expensive Early American furniture was neatly placed all over. My bed had four large posters. My hand fell to my side and I noticed I was laying on sensuous satin sheets. I also had on a white silky nightgown held up by two thin spaghetti straps. I felt wonderful as I stretched my limbs. The digital clock on my nightstand read ten am. Brushing the blonde hair from my face I noticed how long and soft it was. I tossed aside the satin comforter and stood up. No pain in my ankles, knees and hips. "Lovely," I said aloud. I slid into my dainty slippers and headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. It was enormous. As big as my cheap flat in Florida. All in marble with golden fixtures as well as commode with a soft seat. My first urination as a woman felt odd. Not only did I have to sit, but the stream shot out of me felt very warm. After wiping (how did I know to do that?) I looked at myself in the mirror. The aliens kept their promise. Even with my shaggy hair and no makeup, I was gorgeous. A sylph! I slipped into a silken robe and walked to the door of my apartment to get the morning paper. It was the Sunday edition. I made some rye toast and tea. The spread was one of those fat free, carb free, salt free cheapies. I put some honey into my tea and sat at the kitchen table for my light breakfast. COLD WAVE CONTINUES read the headline of the newspaper. I walked over to the window to my 63rd floor flat overlooking Navy Pier, Lake Shore Drive, and a frozen Lake Michigan with ice extending several hundred yards from the shore. "So now I am in Chicago," I said aloud as if I were telling someone in the room. I sipped my tea while nibbling on a piece of toast as I surveyed all that was below me. Steam was coming from the end of all cars on the Drive. 'It must be frigid out,' I thought. The phone rang. I walked over to answer it. "Hello?" "Ms. Brooks?" "Yes, Sally." How did I recognize her voice? "I'm just confirming your appointment to do your hair this afternoon at two." "That will be fine," I said cheerfully knowing that the salon was in this building on the 12th floor. "I'll be there." "Thank you, Ms. Brooks," she replied. "You're welcome," I hung up. I finished my breakfast, cleaned the dishware off the table and put them into the dishwasher. "Now to take a look at myself," I walked toward my bedroom undressing as I walked. Standing in front of the full-length mirror I gazed at my body. It was as nice as I hoped. About five foot-five, one hundred and fifteen pounds, very luscious breasts. Not too large, not too small. They stood there defying gravity. I knew that wouldn't last as I aged. I gazed down at my canny with a trimmed patch as wide as three of my fingers. Standing there on my two shapely legs and hands on hips I had to marvel how well those aliens or whatever they were did their job. I studied myself for almost an hour looking for any flaws but I saw none. No scars from childhood accidents, complexion as good as it gets, and a cute little naval with a diamond piercing. Beautiful long blonde hair down past my shoulder blades, sparkling blue eyes staring back at me made me smile with satisfaction. I decided to take a long hot bath. Laying in the water perfumed with bath oil beads, I felt stupendous. The shower cap I donned just before entering to keep my hair dry was a little irritating to my forehead but no complaints. I put my fingers to my pussy to explore my new sex. I had pinched my nipples to work myself into a frenzy. Everything I read about how sensitive a woman's breasts were, were true. And I soon realized how much a woman felt while having an orgasm. I didn't scream, shriek, or gasp. I breathed deeply and rapidly as the fires of my Cumming made me feel a sensual pleasure that words could not describe. I was tempted to go for another but washed myself instead. After dressing in panties, bra, bodysuit, and tight jeans I sat in front of the television watching the 24 hour local news while perusing the Tribune. After reading some of the important news I settled on looking at the ads. All of them had beautiful clothes. Lord & Taylor had a gorgeous satin and polyester blouse in all colors and sizes on sale. I got up, looked at one of my dozens of blouses for the size I wore. Perfect. Size six. I called their number and ordered three. One in apricot, one in pearl, and one in red. They knew me so I didn't have to give them my credit card number. They'd just add it to my business account. The cost was almost eight hundred dollars. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was time for my hair appointment. Grabbing my purse, making sure I had my keys, I was out the door heading for the elevator. "Hi Vanessa," Georgeanne smiled as I walked in. "I see you're on time as usual." "Hi Georgeanne, a little cold to be here today. Isn't it?" "Yes, but it isn't too bad with our cars in the underground parking spaces," she led me back to Sally. "We don't have to worry about our cars not starting. Sally, Ms. Brooks is here for her hair to be done." "Oh good," she said with enthusiasm. Something in the back of my mind told me that she did my hair and makeovers exclusively. "Get in the saddle and we'll start." I hung up my purse and climbed into the seat. Immediately I was draped over with a soft sheet. She wheeled me back to the sink, leveled the chair and started to do me. "Cold today," I remarked to make conversation. "Brutal!" she agreed. "I had my husband run out to warm up my car while I got ready for work. I froze the twenty-five or so feet from the house to the car but once I got in it was toasty." "So what does hubby do on the Sundays you work?" "Watches football and looks after our sons. Football, football, football," she griped. "I wouldn't mind it so much if it were just Sundays but there is Monday night, Thursday night, Saturdays during the college games. I sometimes think he loves football as much as he loves me." "Try seducing him during a game," I suggested with my eyes still closed while she shampooed my hair. "I did that when we first got married. And it worked! But now that the boys are getting older there is little chance of that happening," Sally lamented. "When I was younger, my parents bribed us kids to go to the movies on Saturdays so they could have a good time in the sack." Now how did I know that? I asked myself but it was vividly painted in my mind. "When are you getting married, Ms. Brooks?" "I haven't met the right guy yet." "There's got to be a lot of big handsome males wanting you," Sally suggested. "I'm not interested in big handsome males. I like nerds," I joked. "Yeah, they only have to be big in one place," Sally giggled causing me to giggle too. "Brains and a biggie, what more could a girl want?" I smiled. "Do you really like nerds?" she asked. "Sure!" "Why? I thought you'd be attracted to guys with great personalities, good looking and sexy in bed." "Maybe a hot girl?" "You're not gay, are you?" she inquired seriously. I shrugged. "Definitely not gay, but I see some girls I feel attracted to and wouldn't mind to have a go at it. It could be a whole different experience." "Well we all are that. Deep down I think all females might be bi but we're afraid to act upon it. I wonder what it might be like!" "I think you're right. I most definitely would be if I ever was confronted with that choice." Sally sighed. "I think I had the hots for this girl in high school." "And?" "Nothing ever came of it. She was nice and friendly but I didn't run in her circles." "I see, well there are cliques in high school. Some are very exclusive." "I was on the fringe of some," Sally confessed as she rinsed my hair then put vast amounts of conditioner rubbing it into my scalp. This was my favorite time here when her fingers massaged my head. It felt wonderful. "I was a loner is high school too. I dated some guys, went to some parties and sleepovers, but never quite fit in. I was very serious about my studies." I was referring to my high school experience as Jack Holiday back in Lawrence, Kansas. "I wish I applied myself more diligently in school. I kind of regret watching all those music videos on television all the time. I got good grades but not good enough to get any of those scholarships to college." "How did you meet your husband?" I queried. "Stan? We met in high school, dated some, then he went into the marines. He was in Desert Storm and when he got out we ran into each other at a McDonalds. He liked what he saw and we started dating again. Next thing I knew, we were married." "Well you are a very beautiful woman, if I can be so blunt." "Thank you, Ms. Brooks," she smiled as she finished her massaging and rinsed my hair. "I have to admit you are very lovely yourself." "Thank you," I sorta blushed. We didn't talk while she worked my hair with a dryer. When she shut it off and started styling it she asked, "Are you really into nerds." "Let just say for the case of argument that I am. Nerds are very intelligent. They love women but are very frightened of us. If you date one, he's forever grateful. If you marry one, he will be more devoted, more caring, very honest, certainly faithful, very tender and loving." "Never thought about that." Sally said as if her mind was a million miles away. "Just pointing out the good points of a nerd or a dweeb or whatever they call those boys nowadays." I felt her brushing my long hair then snipping the uneven parts. "So you're looking for the nerd of your dreams?" "Well I'm looking. I mentioned nerds for the sake of debate. Not every young girl wants a man who is tall, dark and handsome. Some of us would be satisfied if we're just loved." "I see," Sally smiled, turning my chair. "There all done." She showed me in the mirror. "A magnificent job as usual, Sally." I smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you," she slipped off the sheet. "Now I can go home." "To cuddle with your hubby?" I reached for my purse and handed her two twenties for her tip. I always tipped generously. "Thank you," she smiled leading me to the front desk for me to sign for my hairdo. "Yes, I like cuddling but he gets a little wild and bounces around during the game. Same time in two weeks?" "For sure, sweetie," I smiled, signed my name to the bill and walked out feeling great. There is nothing like being pampered and getting a fine hairdo. I rode the elevator back up to my suite. Mrs. Watson was on the phone when I walked in. I could tell by my caller ID. I picked it up in time before it went into voice messenger. "Hello Edith," I tossed my purse onto the couch. "Vanessa dear," the middle aged woman now approaching her fifties answered. "I thought you might have gone out in this terrible cold." "Not me, I was downstairs having my hair done." "Oh, I see. I was just calling to see if you're interested in attending my party next Friday night? I'll have some important people there." 'Men,' I guessed. "What's the occasion?" She was always trying to fix me up with some dull male. No one she introduced me to was even close to my scrutiny. "Sid is turning fifty on Friday. I thought we should have a little get together for him." "Fifty? I didn't think he was that old," I buttered her up. "Yes, he turns a half a century. Now can you come?" "Of course," I answered after checking my schedule to see if I was free that night. "That will be wonderful." "Do I need to bring anything?" "Only your own beautiful yourself. And no gifts please. He has everything a man of his age will ever need." "What time?" "Eight o'clock. Have a light snack because although I'm not serving dinner I'll be have lots of different refreshments." "I'll be there and thank you for asking me." "The pleasure is all mine," she seemed to smile over the phone. After a few more remarks we said our goodbyes. I walked to the bedroom, changed out of my bodysuit and into a pink cotton blouse. Then grabbed my purse to go back down to the deli to pick out my lunch and dinner. I loved kosher food. The mood was glum when I reported to work on Monday at nine. I parked my new Jaguar in the executive parking spaces under the B & D Agencies Building and took the special elevator up to my office where I was the Senior President of the company. I wore a dark blue skirted business suit and a vanilla silk shell underneath. The skirt was an inch above my knees. I had on my matching 3" heels with my hair falling smoothly down my back and light makeup. I hung my sable fur in the closet and checked for any emails. A meeting for all executives at ten. Enough time to get a cup of tea and go through all of the overload from last Friday. Microwaving my hot water and putting in a smidgen of honey, I tore open the wrapper for my orange pekoe bag. "Good morning, Ms. Brooks," Emily Cox my personal secretary greeted me. "There's a meeting scheduled for ten." "Good morning, Emily," I greeted her with a smile. "How was your weekend." "I broke up with my boyfriend Friday night," she told me. "I'm so sorry," I took the tea bag and placed it in the cup of scalding water. "I'm not. I found out that he's a cheating pig. Sorry for expression but that's the way I feel," she continued her smile but not warmly as before. "Another lady?" "How about ladies!" she emphasized. "He's juggling four at a time. Now it's three. Had I known what he was like I would've dumped him long ago." "I don't know why men have to do that," I shook my head, taking a tiny sip. "Some women do the very same. I'd have trouble just with one. Man, that is" "I cried myself to sleep on Friday but I woke up on Saturday feeling so much better." "A good cry will do that for you. What's on the agenda besides the meeting today?" "You have a luncheon appointment with Gary White at one. He wants to firm up that new ad deal you presented to him last week." "Oh yes, I recall." Another thing that that trio put into my mind. I had even met with him once before. Short but good looking, kept himself in shape and nice appearance for a guy in his forties. He was a ladies man and though he was married, he flirted a lot. Harmless kind of flirting but still a girl needed to be on her toes with him if she ever found herself alone in his presence. No need to worry about that since we'd be in a public place. "Anything else?" "No that's about it, but for the Garinger contract you said you'd look at today." "Put it in my briefcase to take home. I'll study it there." "Yes, Ms. Brooks," Emily placed the folder in my briefcase. "I hope your love life improves, Sweetie," I smiled. "There are plenty more fish in the sea." "As long as I don't hook up with a Charlie the Tuna," she giggled. I giggled in response. "Oh by the way," I just remembered. "I'm leaving at noon on Friday. A big party for a friend of mine." "Is he single?" "No but if he were, I wouldn't be interested in him." After going through all my emails, I saw nothing too important so I deleted them all. I opened my snail mail, which I put some aside for later perusing and the others went into the trash. A large envelope caught my attention from the Harris Bank. Opening it, I saw that I had twenty million dollars in my various accounts. Checking, savings, certificate of deposits, many other investments handled by a large brokerage firm and some money in commodities like copper, tin, wheat and municipal bonds. I also learned that I owned several car washes and three Baskin-Robbins ice cream stores in large malls where business was always brisk. 'These people really set me up nicely,' I thought. Then there was an invitation to a dance at the Lincoln Park Zoo for charity, it was to be held in the building housing the large cats. I needed a date for that. I'll call up Denise to see if Todd was available that night. I had gone out with him before and he knew the rules with me. No kissing except when I was deposited back home then it was a peck on the lips, no fondling, no profanity and certainly no sex. He was very handsome but not the type I'd be interested in. I had Todd escort me to these kinds of things plus the opera, live plays or the symphony. I paid for the tickets, our meal and four hundred dollars for his time. Pretty handy! No muss, no fuss and no commitments. We enjoyed each other's company but that was as far as it went. I looked at my watch, time for the meeting. I let Emily know I was on my way and took the elevator to the top floor. "Barney had a fatal heart attack on Friday," Jim Pepper informed me as I got off the lift and into my chair. "Barney Willis is dead!" Shock shot through me. I was the youngest but most aggressive person on the board and it was Barney that steered me in that direction. "He had to be in his mid fifties." Jim nodded. "Oh my," I was still numbed by the news. "What are the funeral arrangements?" "He was Jewish so they buried him Saturday afternoon," Pepper stated. "Anything I can send over? Flowers? A sympathy card?" "A donation to the Heart Association is requested." "I'll send over a donation today." "We have to name a new COO." "Yes, we do, anyone you have in mind?" "I think it's going to boil down to Fredericks and you," Pepper said. "I don't want the job," I replied, dismayed. "Let Bill have it." "Bill's not a people person. He's a behind the scenes man. We have to get someone that can give us the publicity needed. You certainly are the one." I quickly thought if this was arranged by the aliens who turned me from a cantankerous old man into a beautiful young woman with brains to run B&D. I also wondered if someway they had something to do with his death to put me to the top here. I was only at this firm for less than three years and since I landed the Landis Account my rise was meteoric. From a saleswoman to vice-president then president because of the Mills & Mills Account that I got from another firm whose contract with M&M was running out at that time. I knew I deserved those promotions but this? "Look Jim," I whispered as the room was filling up fast. "I don't want the job. I am happy where I'm at for the time being. Ten years from now, maybe. Not now." "You might not have any choice," he whispered back. "Why don't you take it?" "Can't I'm moving to Los Angeles to work out there." "Oh, that's right." "Okay," Jason Curuthers opened the meeting. "We all know what happened to poor Barney. I was a good friend and golfing partner with him for over twenty years. It hurts me to do this so soon but we need a new Chief Operating Officer right away. Our competition might be happy that this happened to us since Barney was a thorn in their sides but we have to move on." "Here, here," most of the people agreed. I sat there feeling like a clay pigeon ready to be thrust in the air with all these shooters aiming and firing. "I'm ready for retirement so it can't be me. Pepper is taking over our LA office, Fredericks says he doesn't need the stress since he has a heart condition. All of you have a piece of paper in front of you to vote. Please do right now." "Aren't we going to discuss this?" I barged in. "Discuss what?" Curuthers stated. "We vote for the person we feel that can lead this company to a brighter future." 'Oh shit,' I felt that I was being railroaded into this. They must have been politicking before poor Barney became room temperature. No wonder I wasn't told of his passing until now. I voted for Curuthers despite his near retirement. The papers were gathered and handed to one of the secretaries attending. She got up and went to a small table to count the tally. "Ms. Brooks is the new COO," Curuthers announced, smiling like the cat who swallowed the canary. "Congratulations." There was applause all around. I sat there stunned. It was almost as bad as the news of Barney Willis' death. People gathered around me shaking my hand with a woman on the board hugging me then pecking me on the cheek. I felt like giving that LBJ speech many years back. "I will not accept nor will I serve another term for President of the United States." I knew I flushed red in embarrassment. I should have called in sick this morning. "I hope I am up to this task," I stumbled. "There are others here I feel can do a better job than me." Those damn aliens. They put my tit in a wringer already. "No, you're the right person," Pepper corrected me. "You have brains, looks, and you are definitely a people person. B&D can't help but grow under your directions. You know a lot more than many of us despite your youth." "Here, here," came a chorus of agreement. I rode the elevator down to my office. Word spread quickly. I wasn't even settled in my chair when Emily walked in giving me her personal congratulations. "Get ready for the move, Sweetie," I stated. "You're along for the ride with me." "But what about Margaret Smiley?" "I'll kick her upstairs. Put her in charge of the secretarial pool or something. Give her a big raise in pay and benefits." "Do you think I'm up to her job?" "Do you think I'm up to Barney's job?" I asked. "You... definitely!" "So are you, with a hefty raise in pay too." Making my first corporate decision. "Get ready to move this afternoon. They're taking Mr. Willis' things out and will be here shortly to take my stuff to my new office. Now, I am going to lunch with Mr. White." I picked up my sable, purse and briefcase to leave for the day. A COO has that prerogative, you know. "See ya' tomorrow, Sweetie," I smiled to Emily taking the elevator down to my Jaguar. That night there was a blurb on the news about my elevation to COO of B&D. I sat there with a glass of wine sulking. I made my third attempt to read the Garinger contract. I turned the television off to concentrate on it. I was royally pissed off at what happened to me today. Last Friday I was beach bum trying to make a living on finding lost change and a piece of jewelry or two. Now I was the head of the largest ad agency in Chicago. As William Bendix said on his radio show The Life of Riley, "What a revolting development this is." I managed to get through the contract and crossed out only one clause that read that the their company could cancel at anytime. I replaced it that it had to be on a six month notice for both parties. Other than that, it was a clear cut document. I signed my okay to transcribe and send the change back to Garinger for their approval. I had my hair done and a makeover for the party on Friday night. I had come home at noon, napped for three hours then went downstairs for Sally's expert administrations to me. I felt breathless at the gorgeous beauty I saw in the mirror. "Sally, you're a darling," I smiled handing her a fifty dollar bill as a tip. "I won't be coming in next Sunday and the way the weather looks, I don't think you should be in either." "I have to Ms. Brooks. Thank you for your generous tips," she scratched off my Sunday appointment then had me sign my name to my account. I arrived a half hour late just to make an entrance. I had my hair up and wore a long black backless gown down almost to my hips held up by two thin straps. I put on a single strand of pearls and pearl earrings. I had matching gloves that went past my elbows and a bracelet of expensive looking but faux diamonds along with a small tiara to highlight my hair. I took a glass of white wine. I wore flats under my floor length gown planning to be standing most of the evening. "Certainly a nice view," a male voice said from behind. "Yes it is," I agreed, turning to meet him. He was about six foot, solidly built, short wavy hair, brown eyes and impeccably dressed in an expensive suit. His rugged features made him very handsome. "Those lines of cars going in opposite directions remind me of two anacondas mating," he smiled. "Which one is the male and which is the female," I smiled back. I already checked him off my list of available bachelors. Kinda on the snooty side. "You choose," he grinned, showing his perfectly straight white teeth. I shrugged, looking back to the scene below us. "My name is Henry Blanchard," he offered his hand to me breaking a rule of etiquette. The woman is the one to extend her hand to the gentleman. Not the other way around. "Vanessa Brooks," I shook his limply. I had a solid grip for business but wasn't about to give him one of those. "Aren't you the new COO of B&D?" Well the man did his homework. "Yes I am. I completed my first week today." "Amazing that they'd pick someone so young," Henry said. "I'm older than you think," I smiled. Jack was almost ninety and now I was twenty-three. That made me one hundred and thirteen. "Well you don't look a day over twenty-five," he grinned again. "What do you do, Henry?" I wanted to change the subject. "I'm a vice-president of Harris Bank." "Oh, that's my bank." The second it was out of my mouth I regretted saying it. Now he had access to my files and no doubt he would be calling for them on Monday morning. "We're very organized there. We've got branches all over." "I see, well it's a good bank." "Do you want me to refresh those?" A sexy woman in a maid's outfit with ridiculous six-inch stiletto heels interrupted us with refreshed drinks. I had to admit she was beautiful and looked so sensuous in her outfit. "I'm fine, thanks," I smiled at her as Henry took a glass. She curtsied and moved on. "Wow!" Henry exclaimed. "Wow indeed!" I agreed, not feeling any jealousy at all. I would have wagered that by the time this party was over her legs would feel like wooden stilts. We conversed for a while then I begged off saying I needed to visit the ladies room, which I did. The maid was there sitting on a couch taking a break. I went into the stall to relieve myself. "It's starting to snow," she said as I walked out of the stall to the sink. "Is it? I hadn't noticed." Touching up my makeup. "I wouldn't either with that hunk you are with," she observed. "I'm not with him. We just met." "That is a gorgeous gown you have on." "Thank you." "Do you live close by?" she inquired. "Two floors upstairs," I smiled as I sat on the couch on the opposite side. "Vanessa," I held my gloved hand out to her. "Carol," she shook it gingerly. "How far do you live?" "All the way in Lisle." "Oh, you've come a long way. I hope they're paying you well for this." "It's not bad money." "Is that your outfit?" I asked. "Yes, it is. I do about three Saturdays a month serving drinks and snacks." "Well Carol, you certainly look lovely in it." "Thank you. I'd better be getting back before I'm missed. Just wanted to get the circulation in my legs going again," as she stood up. "Nice meeting you, Carol." "Same here, Vanessa." she said upon leaving. I returned to the party hoping to avoid Henry but no such luck. After getting a small plate, I went down the line picking and choosing what looked good. I took a cracker with pate, a few raw veggies in a cheese sauce, several pieces of king crab legs, and a nonalcoholic punch. I returned to the window seeing snow flying by the building. The line of cars was slowing and was half visible to what they were before. I sat at the corner of the long sofa and began devouring my munchies. It wasn't long before Smiling Henry sat next to me. I guess I had a pest for the evening. We chatted on many subjects. We seemed to be polarized in many of our interests. I was a republican, he a democrat. I was conservative, he a liberal. He liked sports, I didn't. He read journals, I read novels. He liked action films, I preferred dramas and comedies. He liked heavy metal, rap and acid rock. I loved classical and Irish music. I had a fondness for the emerging star Enya. He never heard of her. The only thing we seemed to agree upon was we both loved Italian food. By midnight guests noticed they'd better be going. Word came to us that the snow was piling up. I excused myself saying I was getting a headache, which was partially true due to the boredom. I thanked the Watson's for their hospitality and inviting me. I walked over to Carol who looked exhausted. I handed her my card. "Look Honey, if you feel you're stranded here tonight, I have an extra bedroom and you wouldn't be any bother to put up for the night." She shoved it into a pocket apron full of bills from tips by the people attending. I slipped a fifty in there. "Thank you," she smiled. For some reason I was walking on air when I returned to my apartment. I knew that Carol might call me because CLTV was warning of a snow emergency. I checked the extra bedroom making sure there were clean linens on the bed, plenty of towels for a shower, and other items. Reluctantly I slid out of my lovely gown and hung it up. I only had thigh high stockings and a black silky teddy on. I changed out of that to get into a pair of cotton panties and a mid-thigh t-shirt. I noticed my nipples protruding through the material. When I went to put my teddy in the hamper I noticed my crotch was wet. It couldn't have been Henry. He was a complete bore. Hummm, could it be Carol? I got out a glass of apple juice and sat in front of the television. I watched the snow out the window as the broadcaster warned about going out as the streets were drifting up. Also the line of cars on Lake Shore Drive were almost invisible except for their headlights. They were certainly slowing to a crawl. The phone rang. "Hello." "I'm stuck," Carol moaned. "Well come up to 6308, I'll have things ready for you." "Thank you, Vanessa." It sounded like her spirits soared. Soon there was a knock on the door. I let her in. She was still her outfit but carrying her shoes and huge purse. I quickly showed her to her room. "Do you mind if I shower?" "Not at all, do you have any family to call?" "I live with my sister and her family. I called them on my cell to tell them not to worry." "Good! Are you hungry?" I asked, watching her unzip her outfit. It slid to the floor. She was in her fishnet stockings, glossy black panties, and a black lace up corset. "No, I nibbled at the leftovers as we cleaned up. I've had enough crab legs for a month. My legs feel like they're crabs," she giggled. "How about something to drink?" "Whatcha got?" "Everything under the sun except for beer. I have some nice banana rum that is quite delicious." "I'll try that." "Join me after your shower," I closed her door to give her privacy. I made my way to the bar and grabbed some original Cuban banana rum. I poured a little for myself and sipped it. "Mmmmm, scrumptious," I told myself. I poured an even amount in both glasses, taking the bottle with me I sat on the couch. I channel surfed while listening to the water splashing from Carol's room. I finally settled on Fox News to watch a rerun of Bulls & Bears a show where various successful investors argued over what were the best stocks. I loved the give and take of this presentation. Ten minutes later, the water stopped. Just as the show was winding up, Carol appeared in bare feet, her long dark hair wet combed down the back, and a terrycloth robe. When she sat down I noticed she put on the same panties as she wore at the party. "Thank you," she smiled prettily holding up her glass. "Cheers," I lightly clinked hers with mine. We both commented how good it tasted. "What do you do besides being a serving maid?" I inquired. "You mean serving wench, don't you?" she laughed. "Whatever!" "I'm a secretary for a large law firm near Lisle." "What are your duties?" "I listen to the dictation machine and type on my computer. I use Word One." "Doesn't that get old?" "It sure does," she frowned. "I'm looking for something else more challenging where I can use my brain instead of these." Carol held up her long elegant fingers so perfectly manicured. I made a note to myself to see in a day or so if she might measure up with her abilities to do something for us at B&D. "How do you fit into that tiny corset you wore this evening?" "Sis laces me up to where my waistline becomes twenty-two inches. The rest of me goes up to make my breasts look bigger than they really are." "You are a very lovely girl." "Thank you," she blushed. I leaned over to refill our glasses then sat closer to her. She smelled soooo nice. I felt my nipples harden and panties starting to get damp. Was I a lesbian? "You have such luscious hair," she ran her fingers through my mane. "So do you," I returned the favor. It was still a bit damp but I remembered how she had it up and how it shined in the light. Both of us pulled the other to our lips. The kiss was soft. Erotic. We pulled apart for a moment then plunged into a tonguey kiss. I had my eyes closed as I put my glass down and did the same for her. She fell back and pulled me on top of her. We fondled each other in the throes of passion. I got to my feet, "We only need one bed tonight," I pulled her gently to my room. "I have clean satin sheets." "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," was her only reply. I awoke the next day at eleven to find Carol's head between my legs sound asleep. I smiled at this. We had a long amazing night. It wasn't her first time she made love to a woman. Of that I was certain. She sent me to such heights of orgasms that I never knew existed. In the midst of our lovemaking she asked if it were my first time with a female. I told her it was my first time for anything related to sex. "Then I'll teach you," she smiled and resumed licking me between my legs. She told me later that I was a good student and was a fast learner. I didn't want to move because her hot breath against my pussy was making me hot all over again. But I needed to pee badly. I gently held her head as I eased out from under her. Damn my bladder, I grimaced making my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I decided to take a shower. My beautiful hairdo was ruined and my makeover smudged to make me look like Bozo the Clown. I got under the warm spray and quickly washed my face. I was in the midst of washing my hair when the glass door slid open. "Need company?" Carol smiled. "Please," I beamed. Her naked body looked sensational. "You have such beautiful breasts," she kneaded me as she cleaned them. "You don't have to be envious of me, you've got a pretty nice set of your own." I felt her lips on my neck and I was getting aroused again. She lay on top of me letting the hot water splash us as she ground her pussy against mine. "You can't get enough, can you?" I mentioned. "I love the taste of pussy," she replied putting her face between my legs. "It's my favorite breakfast." I closed my eyes and let the lust of my body takeover. Then she shifted where hers was in my face. I grabbed it kissing and licking it for all its worth. This kept up until we both were wheezing and squealing like overheated rabbits. My legs felt weak but Carol bounced up and started washing herself. I managed to get to my feet and did the same. "No more for the time being," I breathlessly told her. "I need something to eat." "Later then." "Yeah, later." How I made it out of the shower, combed my hair, put on my pink silky robe, found some cotton panties, I don't know. I felt weak from that adventure with Carol in the shower. I made it to the kitchen as she walked past me with a towel around her blowing me a kiss. I shuddered at the thought of another go around. After finishing scrambling the eggs, I put some bacon in the microwave, bread in the toaster, set the table I walked over to the window to see that the snow hadn't let up. "I've got a guest for the next few days," I told myself. I returned to the kitchen to find that Carol took the bacon out of the microwave and already put my cheapie spread over the toast. I poured us two glasses of orange juice and dished out the eggs. We sat down to eat. "How's the snow doing?" Carol asked. "I think you're going to be here at least another day," I put some egg in my mouth. I observed her beautiful smile. "I think that banana rum is an elixir for making love," she grinned. "It didn't hurt," I beamed back at her. "I don't get paid for the days I miss," Carol told me. "You don't?" She shook her head. "I made a lot of money last night so I guess I'll be able to replace what I lose if I can't make it into work Monday." I had crossed Carol off my list. We were too close and now I had some embarrassing baggage, if word ever got out that I'd been intimate with her. Maybe I could find her a new job elsewhere. I had plenty of contacts. "Vanessa, what do you do? Living in an expensive place like this." "I'm into porn," I barely kept from laughing. "Really!" was her started reply. "I'm kidding you," I laughed at her startled expression. "Oh, I didn't think so," she bit into a corner of her toast. "I just have a nice position at an ad agency, Pay is good, but nothing spectacular." "You have to pull in at least six figures to afford an apartment like this." "At least," I munched on some bacon. We finished eating, cleaned up the table. Loaded the dishwasher and started it. Carol walked into the living room and turned on the television. She clicked to the Chicago Bears game. Soldiers Field was sparsely populated as the announcers said getting to the game was nearly impossible. "You like football?" I asked, sitting next to her. "Uh-huh." "Do you know all the rules and stuff?" "Uh-huh." I nibbled on her ear to get her attention from the television back to me. At first she shrugged me away like I was some bug or something. I persisted. I eventually won out when she turned it off and began kissing me. The rum was still on the table as were the glasses. I put a topper on each and gave her one. I sipped the other. I think I had her glass from the night before. Soon we were back in bed making love again. As soon as we climaxed, the phone rang. It was Emily. "Ms. Brooks?" "Yes Sweetie, what is it?" I was still partially breathless. Carol was playing with my clit. "Are we working Monday? The weather people say we're getting at least fifteen more Inches today and tomorrow." "Call me tomorrow, Honey. We'll discuss it then." "Okay, bye." "Bye-bye, Precious." "Who was that?" Carol asked after I hung up. "Emily, my secretary." "Well the words of endearment sound like you have a thing going with her." "No, she's the sweetest girl I've ever known. And she works hard for me. Putting in extra hours when I need her to without complaint, doing whatever I ask of her. I pay her well but she's worth every penny. As for anything between us? Nothing. She's my age but looks and acts like a teenager to me. It's more like an aunt and niece sort of thing." "Oh!" "Is my maid getting jealous?" "Your maid is hot and horny." "Already?" "Already!" We started kissing again. I couldn't get enough of her. They didn't get the streets cleared until Tuesday morning. I took care of business completely naked as Carol was all over me as I conducted many phone calls. I had to put callers on hold to shoo her away before returning to my work. If the board of directors could see me as I talked to each of them. There were some things we could do from home like calling clients, closing on contracts, talking about our ad campaign. With a local election coming up we were bombarded from both sides to represent them. I made the decision to go with Chicago machine since they were likely to win unless the Lake dried up. "You've got to be someone important getting and making all those calls plus deciding on all those decisions," Carol observed as my head was in her lap stroking my hair. "I'm just an important cog in a wheel," I replied, trying to be evasive. "I mean, I'm not prying or anything. Sexually speaking you're an inferno." "Look who's calling me an inferno. Ms. Devil herself." Carol laughed. "That's why I like you so much. You are very nice, tender hearted, kind, and loving. Plus being so sexy too." "Can you feel my head swelling?" "No, but these are," she twisted one of my nipples then it started all over again. Two days later Carol was packed and ready to go. "Can we see each other again?" "I think so. Give me a call here. You still have my card with my number here?" "Yes." "Lets definitely do this again. You turned a sour few days into bright sunshine for me." "You too." We kissed lightly on the lips then she left. Carol was still on my mind as I entered my new office as COO. Emily was there to greet me with her usual bright smile. She followed me into my little empire giving me briefs for the day. Meeting at eleven with the directors. I was hoping that they would rescind that vote and declare it null and void. But that was not to be. Then a client wanted to meet with me about a new ad that recently aired. He was not happy with it even though he and his staff okayed it weeks ago. Since I had no luncheon appointments I told Emily to get me a hot pastrami sandwich with horseradish on it and anything she wanted. The meeting was a bit dull but necessary. We needed to promote someone to take my place as president of sales. We batted a few names around but all of us agreed that we may have to look to bring someone in from the outside. I told Curuthers to float some names out there looking to jump ship from their jobs. It didn't have to be a salesperson in the advertising community, only good at what he did. On my way down to my office, I felt damp thinking of Carol. Emily came to mind but I shook that out as soon as it entered. Am I truly a lesbian? I've met no guys who turned me on. Perhaps he was out there somewhere. Mr. Tanner was unhappy with the commercial. Two people called in to object to it. He wanted it pulled. "Two persons complained out of two hundred and fifty million people?" I asked. It seemed incredible to me. "Did you ask what was the reason of their objections?" "No, but the girls said they were indignant when they called." "There are many companies who get thousands of complaints and still their commercials continue to air. You're a travel agency. It could be someone who was given a hard time at some hotel, or got food poisoning aboard a cruise ship, or some surly flight attendant snapped back at them. It could be a dozen or even a hundred reasons why. Have any complaints forwarded to me." I could see Mr. Tanner backing away. I concluded the interview with him being assured that all those who were unhappy with the ad be sent to me and that I would handle it personally. I saw Carol at least two weekends a month. We cut back on our sex life but not by much. We went shopping, ate dinners at elegant restaurants, saw operas, symphonies, live plays, and good movies. Things livened up after going places and doing things together. I found her a job as a purchasing agent for a hardware outlet store in the suburb of Aurora. She was making far more money than at her previous job plus she did her maid routine the other two weekends. She confessed she loved it. The six-inch heels still was a bother to her but she managed to put up with it. Mrs. Watson would have a party once a month and always wanted Carol to serve drinks to her guests. The people that attended tipped her generously even though she got pats on the ass or pinched once in a while. She always kept a smile on her face. She confided in me that this was a fetish for her. Being corseted, wearing those fishnet stockings, that hide-very-little maid costume of hers, gave her a sexual charge like no other outside of being with a partner. I grew very fond of Carol and anticipated her coming over. "What is that?" Carol pointed to my medals and battle ribbons that were framed and hung on the wall. I had that done since she was here last time. "Oh! My uncle died and left them to me," I stood at her side completely nude, pointing it out to her. "He was some hero during World War Two. That light blue ribbon with the five stars is the Medal of Honor." "Really!" she gasped in amazement. "I thought you had to die to get one of those." "Most do, but not all. My uncle did something or another to save a lot of lives so he was given that." If I told her it was me and that at the age of ninety I was transformed into what I am now, she'd have me committed. "When did he die?" "Last year, in Florida. He was given full military honors at his burial." "Impressive," she turned to me. Then tweaked my nipple. "But not as impressive as this." she pushed me on the bed and tumbled in after me. END OF PART TWO