Author's notes: My submissions may be slower for a little bit. I have the flu and as I am not a young person any longer. I am going to be bedridden for awhile. I have a heart condition and so I have to be careful when I get sick. I hope to have something soon. Keep the comments and opinions coming they are most appreciated. I still need that beta reader.
Chapter 37: Pleasure Before Work or How Do I Get to Paris?
As the tall sultry brunette pushed her tongue across the willing parting lips of the honey blonde, a stray hand moved gently onto a black satin covered breast. A small gasp filtered past the probing tongue. An innocent nipple hardened under an experienced hand. Gently the forefinger and the thumb of that hand caressed and pinched the taut nipple.
The sensual older teenager lifted her head and whispered into the young girl's ear, "This is called petting and is quite acceptable. Do you want me to demonstrate further?"
Trying to collect her scattered thoughts, the pure young teen answered, "Hmmmm…"
Taking that as a yes, the skilled brunette lean forward and ran her warm moist tongue across the ruby lips of the unblemished blonde. While still massaging the unblemished nubile nipple, the sleek Italian lover slipped her hot wet tongue across the chin and along her neck.
The Italian lover retracted her tongue and gently embraced the younger woman's neck with her lips. Those lips kneaded and cuddled the tender skin of her virgin neckline. All so tenderly the practiced lips sucked in the skin between her teeth. Again a sigh of pleasure escaped the unsullied lips of the honey blonde.
A delicate bruise formed on the harmless girl's immaculate neck. Involuntarily, the virginal young woman reached inside her thin black panties and ran her fingers gently across her stiffening bud. The light touch on her honey bud caused the innocent young woman to moan.
As the supple brunette deepened her caress of the voluptuous blonde's neck, her second hand snaked under the sheer black bodice to pinch the honey blonde's second nipple. The fingers of nimble youth work harder on the sensual bud. The young teen's second moved to honey pot and spread the butterfly's wings as the young one insert a finger…then two.
Now working both the pot and the bud, the ultra feminine teenager approached climax. The hickey on her neck deepened and nimble fingers worked on none sensitive breasts, until a wave ecstasy surge through her lithe body. Her body glistened with perspiration and breathes were short gasps and moans. Her body spasmed in jolts of ejaculation. Slowly Jane removed her hand and mouth to pull the young innocent into a tight embrace.
Jane whispered, "Let it go. Now ease off and come back to me."
Maura slowed her ministrations and her climax crawled to a stop. The young blonde's heart was racing and fluid poured from her vagina. Gradually the spent girl caught her breath and the honey blonde buried her head into Jane's bosom. Finally the deplete youth removed her fingers and was about to wipe them on the already damp sheets, when Jane intercepted the sticky digits and placed them tenderly into her mouth. The sleek brunette sucked and licked the fingers and hand clean. Then smacked her lips and said, "As they say, 'Finger licking good.'"
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With Louise playing quietly in a large playpen filled with her favorite toys, Maura wore a scarf about her neck for several days until the deep black bruised healed on her neck. The honey blonde smiled as she thought about the petting sessions of the past few days and wondered what sex was like if that was just petting.
The brilliant young woman had just received the study of turning the warehouse into a concert hall from marketing. It was promising; provided they could get the right kind of acts to come and play for a reasonable fee…translation cheap.
The savvy teenager had an idea for getting talent. They couldn't afford the Beatles, but there was a lot of local talent available from Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas and Mississippi. Her idea was to attract the teenagers and that meant Rock 'n Roll. The energetic young woman called several agents and came up with her first act. An up and coming band from San Francisco called the Grateful Dead. The young woman booked them for August 26th through August 28th. The wily young businesswoman also signed two newer groups called the Kords and the Cavaliers to a six week deals from August 26th through October 2nd.
Maura then called Big Joe so he could line up his father to update the sound system and modify the electrical system. Everything had to be ready by August 19th. The honey blonde was taking a big chance without consulting her mother.
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Jane was changing outfits for the fourth time today. Modeling was the most tiring and boring thing that the sleek brunette has ever done. The tall brunette would rather face twenty Paddy Doyles than do this stuff.
All you do is change clothes, stand like they tell, get your picture taken and then go for your next change. Everyone seemed to love what the dark Italian was doing, but the young woman wasn't quite sure, if she understood what she was doing.
What made matters worse was the petting sessions with Maura. They were very satisfying for the honey blonde, but the Italian Stallion was being left at the gate. The sensual teen was lying in the bed cuddling a satisfied young teen with a very hot body, while the experience lover was worked up with no relief in sight.
The frustrated young woman was having difficulties keeping it to just intense petting and not going for the end zone. To make matters worse, the energized teenager was having women hanging clothes on her, who took it as an opportunity to feel her up. In fact, the wound up brunette knew that the seamstress, who found all sorts of seams and hems that needed repair, was coming on to her.
There was absolutely no way Jane was going to cheat on her young girlfriend, but something had to give or the dark teenager was going to explode.
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A week and half later the couple with Louise in tow met an Eastern Airline flight from New York. Constance was returning from her business dealings in New York. With Jane holding the toddler, the two girls search the first class passengers getting off the plane. Finally, Maura spots her mother and waves excitedly.
The tall Italian lifted the dark haired toddler to her hip and walked toward the child's new grandmother. Lou's mother died when he was only six years old. A drunken driver had plowed into the bus stand, where the young mother had been waiting for a street car to take her home. Louise's mother was a heroin junkie, who gave her daughter to Lou to raise. Her mother was an alcoholic and prostitute. So, the Italian and the Irishwoman were the only family the child would ever know. One day when the small girl was old enough, Jane planned to the youngster about her fine father, who never failed her, not even once.
Constance hugged her daughter fiercely and then pulled Jane and Louise into her embrace. When the four girls broke contact, the famous designer pulled her beloved granddaughter from the dark brunette's arms and kissed her cheeks and twirled her around, while the child squealed in delight. The statuesque brunette exclaimed to the toddler, "Wait until you see what I have brought you from New York City. I have presents for everyone."
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Louise was in a world of her creation. The doe eyed toddler poured invisible coffee into her new china cups to serve to her new porcelain face doll, who sat quietly waiting to be served.
The three 'adults' in her life sat watching the adorable child with motherly pride. Maura took Jane's hand and held it softly and reverently. It was Constance who broke the spell of this tender moment with a much needed question, "Have you two finalized your plans on visiting Paris?"
Maura shook her head from side to side and replied, "I cannot possibly go, Mother. I am renovating the Warehouse for its opening at the end of August. I am afraid I am going to be tied up until school starts. Jane can go. I mean after all, she is the one who you need modeling you fall collection. Between the financial reports and Jane's first hand observations, I can decide on how best to manage my Paris holdings."
Jane emphatically responded, "I'm not going if you're not going. I would get lost in ten seconds. If you can't go, I won't go."
The celebrated fashion designer had an answer to the problem, "Maura dear, what were you going to do about the warehouse when you had running and the school year started."
To be totally truthful, the honey blonde had not really solidified that portion of the plan. So she answered vaguely, "I was planning on finding a manager between now and then."
Constance smiled victoriously, "Well find that person now. He or she could finish the renovations of the warehouse and finalize the opening, while you are in Paris."
The savvy blonde knew her mother as she asked, "Do you have someone in mind?"
The beautiful and sophisticated woman smile broadened as she replied, "As matter of fact, I do."
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His name was Ephraim Greenberg. The young man had just graduated with an MBA (master of business administration) from LSUNO. The tall thin blonde had been working as an assistant to Maurice for six months and to make six months with Maurice as your boss was an accomplishment to his dedication and thick skin. The fact that the handsome dark eyed male was a quick study and could read people. He knew in five minutes, the one had to impress was the quiet brunette.
The brunette was obviously one of the models, who had captured the heart of the hazel eyed blonde, who was obviously the brains of the pair. He reasoned it would be easier to impress the less intelligent brunette, who had all the influence over the blonde. His famous skill at reading people had totally failed him.
Maura asked, "I see from your resume that you received your bachelor degree from Loyola and then your masters from LSUNO. Why did you switch programs? I mean Loyola is much more impressive school than LSUNO."
The brunette barely registered a response was necessary. So, the sleek young man replied, "I loved Loyola, but the Business School at LSUNO is nationally recognized."
The honey blonde took notes and the brunette did nothing. The confident applicant knew this was going to be easy. The old jokes were about dumb blondes, but in this case he knew the dumb one was a brunette.
After several softball questions, the older man started applying his many charms to the brunette. The handsome man knew his charms had worked many times before and this dumb brunette was going to be easy pickings.
The chic dresser started flirting with Jane to her amusement. Maura at first didn't understand what the job seeker was doing. Then the honey blonde caught on and was a bit jealous. Then the young woman felt Jane's strong hand squeezed her exposed thigh and run her hand along the inner portion.
Finally, Jane spoke, "Thank you, but we aren't interested in charm. We were looking for substance not flash. Not to mention the fact that you are definitely not my type."
Jane leaned over and kissed Maura passionately. Then looked the man straight in the eye and said, "If you so much as breathe a word of our relationship, I will grind your testicles into dog chow. Do you get my meaning?"
The slick charmer saw violence in those soft chocolate eyes and could barely nod his agreement. He was starting to slink out of there, when Jane asked, "Do you want this job or not?"
The terrified candidate nodded to the affirmative and sat back down. Maura smiled sweetly with a hand lightly running up and down her thigh and queried, "Now, can we get down to a serious interview?"
Jane agreed, "Yes, and stop all the bullshit and get serious."
The interview went on for another forty minutes by which time the manager hopeful was totally exhausted. Jane smiled her loveliest sweetest sneer and held out her hand and said, "Welcome aboard, you can start on Monday and don't ever hit on me again. I will take it personally and should you hit on Maura, I will kill you."
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Jane took her small piece of luggage and went to met Maura in her room. The tall brunette had borrowed the small suitcase from her mother, who had used it nineteen years ago on her honeymoon with the dark Italian's father. In it the modest young woman had one black leather pant suit, one dress, four brand new pair of panties, two bras, a toothbrush, a hair brush, tooth paste and the new bottle of perfume Constance gave her, though the simple Italian didn't know when she would use it.
When she entered the room, Maura was packing a large trunk. Jane was surprised. The wily teenager had read they were limited to two modest bags. As the confused teen scanned the room, she noted at least five pieces of luggage all which were larger than her one bag. Jane asked, "How much are you taking? I'm packed and ready to go."
Maura continued to load the trunk as she answered, "I'll be finished in after this trunk and my makeup bag. I should be no more than ten to fifteen more minutes. Have Jerrod take your bags down to the limo."
"Ahhh…I only have this one bag," responded the perplexed brunette, "How much luggage do you need, we're only going to gone two weeks?"
The honey blonde looked up and saw the small piece of luggage her girlfriend was taking for a two week trip to Paris. Unable to comprehend what her true love was thinking, the younger girl asked, "Jane, what are you taking for a two week trip to Paris?"
The dark brunette shrugged and replied, "A black leather pant suit, one of my new dresses, four pair of panties, two bras, a toothbrush, a hair brush, tooth paste and a bottle of perfume."
For a moment the bewildered blonde couldn't even mumble a word. Finally, the mystified young woman stammered, "You will need more than that. You can't just wear the same thing every day."
Jane was a bit befuddled, when she asked, "They do have dry cleaners, right?"
Unable to even answer that question, the exasperated teenager yelled, "Mother, Jane needs your help."
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Constance ordered the staff to get her set of luggage from the garage and started going over Jane's meager wardrobe. Picking up the phone the brilliant designer called her boutique and asked, "Phyllis, what do we have in Jane's sizes on stock?"
The impatient brunette half smiled at Jane and waved her hand in reassurance. Finally, the older woman became attentive and responded to an unheard question, "I know she's hard to fit. We don't have time for any alterations."
The nervous mother listened again and then smiled brightly, "That is a great idea. Have them all packed and loaded onto the plane. Thank you, Phyl, good bye."
Constance grinned brightly as she said, "Phyllis had a great idea. We had all those outfits from you catalogue shoot and some from your runway debut. So, she is packing all them and putting them on the plane. With what we have here, you should be good to go."
Jane was still bewildered by all this fuss. So the confused Italian asked, "Why do I need so many outfits? I couldn't possibly wear them all in just two weeks."
Constance smiled at the naïve young woman and carefully explained, "Jane, you are going to be in several different environments every day. You are representing my fashion label as well as being my daughter's escort. You will need business ensembles for business meetings, gowns for evening wear, causal wear for sightseeing, sportswear for sporting events and many things I haven't considered. You have to remember, your clothing says something about my label. Do you understand?"
Jane did understand. Though the dark young woman had very little fashion sense; she had a lot of business sense. So, the sharp brunette asked, "Mother Constance, who is going to show what I need to wear and when?"
From the doorway, a young honey blonde answered, "Me."