Hey there!
Nice to hear that some people are reading and enjoying this story. It only has probably two chapters left I think, if I stick to the original plot, but they could be long ones as there are a few twists yet. Then maybe I'll finish my other two tales and see how it goes from there. Thanks for the lovely comments anyway. They are much appreciated.
Oh, and if, like me, you love Kat Prescott as Emily (of course you do!) I suggest you give 24:Legacy S2 a miss right now. I had enough trouble enduring Kat/Emily in Finding Carter...random American boyfriends and all...but Kat as a manipulative teenage terrorist schoolie, giving semi-graphic blow jobs to her teacher? Nope...can't do it. I know I make 'her' do horrible hetero things during the course of this story, but at least there is a satisfactory climax coming (stop it) and although the road to Naomily is sometimes very rocky, there IS usually a pleasant destination for them? But I guess soon, you might call me the worlds biggest hypocrite by the time the next two (the last I'm afraid) chapters are over if things go to plan, but whatever. I still can't suffer our lovely Emily playing the pink flute with some random guy...on screen.
Right...so we look in again on a lunch time meeting. A meeting which follows the early morning confrontation between Naomi and Katie two days ago. There will be smut in these last two chapters, plenty of it, but it might not please everyone at times. Just so you know...?
On with the show then.
Emily
If you'd said yesterday I'd be sitting here...on a balcony looking out over the Bristol skyline...sitting with my significant ex no less, with a chilled glass of Chablis in my hand, I'd have said you were stark staring mad.
But I am.
The atmosphere is a little...chilly...and I don't mean the weather which is actually unseasonably warm for Bristol. There's a slight breeze up here, but its light and pleasant. No...the climate is fine, but for the first time since I met Naomi Campbell, we don't seem to be able to start a conversation. Its...awkward.
She sat down opposite me after filling my glass, giving my eyes a wonderful view of her pale face and body. A face and body I have worshipped numerous times, but which is currently very much off limits. Her hair is freshly washed and hanging gloriously over her slim bare shoulders...yeah...you heard that right. Bare shoulders. The spaghetti strapped short grey dress she is wearing is new and very distracting, I know that its new, OK? I admit to having scanned her wardrobe once or twice when she was showering after we'd made love weeks ago. Its a girl thing, right? I just love the sight and smell of her, and on the things she wears. Stupid I know, but I'm in love, didn't you hear?
Much good its doing me at the moment, but I'm still as crazy about her as I always have been. Until I monumentally fucked up that is. I know now that the short pause in my response when I revealed all about my ex Sarah was devastating for her. It showed I still have feelings for my University love...my first love. I can't deny it, even now...sitting here with the person who replaced her in my heart. But I know one thing more now...Sarah is the past, despite the past arriving with the force of a Katie Fitch punch in the face. Attraction and nostalgia, yep. Admiration for her grown up looks and freshly acquired poise, ditto. But love...nope. The beautiful blonde sitting opposite me now holds the place in my heart my ex used to. No doubts now. I am completely and utterly in love with Naomi Campbell.
When I found out that Katie had confronted Naomi here a couple of days ago, I was incandescent with anger at my twin at first. Even my warrior sister flinched as I raged at her for interfering. Encountering Naomi putting it about in Bristol was bad enough. Knowing she was probably getting over me by shagging anyone attractive who asked her was awful. Other womens fingers on her...inside her?...It was so exquisitely painful I'd shut it out of my head. But the further humiliation of finding out someone a little more permanent has been relaxing in my lovers bed after a no doubt epic night of wall to wall sex was pure undistilled agony (yeah, Katie never holds back on the facts...gory as they were. I now know all I ever need to know about Mandy...including an entirely unwelcome salacious description of her supposedly perfect tits) But Katie stopped me my diatribe with one simple sentence.
"She wants to see you"
I stood there with my mouth open, like a beached fish.
"She...she what?" I said stupidly, all anger dissipated.
Katie rolled her eyes in a way that made my stomach lurch unpleasantly. That gesture was so...so Naomi. Maybe my ex is giving lessons to my twin now.
"She wants to see you idiot. When you've quite finished flaying me alive for interfering...just know this. Me going to see her, despite the fact that she and that Mandy had just been ..."
"Enough Katie " I warned. I really really didn't want another graphic description of my ex's post coital partner. Naked or clothed.
Katie grinned unrepentantly. Never one for missing the chance to goad me.
"Sorry..." she said, entirely unconvincingly "...accident"
She smirked again.
"Anyway...Naomi called me at work yesterday. I told her to call you, but that was obviously a step too far for the big old lezzer"
I winced at Katies jibe even though I knew it meant nothing nowadays. Having accepted my sexuality, those sort of ritual insults have had the sting removed. It's just Katie being Katie.
My sister shrugged.
"Well...she is a fucking lesbian, isn't she? Otherwise you've been sadly misinformed about her preferences...although actually now I have the evidence of my own eyes...that Mandy slut was quite attr..."
"Katie!" I shouted. Still with the tormenting?
She grinned again. Bitch.
"OK...fun over. Look...she called me...told me to ask you if you want to go for lunch...at her place tomorrow? Well...?"
Now it was my turn to smile. I tried to stop the stupid grin that spread over my face but it was impossible. Lunch?...At her place? I felt like all my Christmas's had come at once.
"B...but...what if she just wants to tell me once and for all its over?" I wailed when the grin had finally faded.
Katie shrugged again.
"Then I've done my best and you'll have to find some other sad lezzer to clean your pipes, sister of mine..."
I wailed loudly again and she relented, thankfully.
"OK, OK...enough Emily. She didn't sound like someone who was about to boot you into touch. Actually, for a sarcastic, opinionated cow...she was quite reasonable about it all. Said it was time you two talked properly and now she'd had time to think it over, you could discuss what's happened like adults. Obviously she hasn't had time to find out yet you never got past 3rd grade emotional maturity?"
I let the insult slide. Lunch...with Naomi...at her place? The possibilities were endless if she actually was holding out hope that it wasn't all over. Again I smiled at what might happen, but I was stopped immediately by Katies expression of outright horror.
"Stop that right now Ems...I know what you're hoping will go on at her place. Its fucking disgusting...?"
My turn to grin at her discomfort. Lesbianism to Katie was like a planet far far away in a distant galaxy. Something you knew about in abstract terms, but never actually wanted to visit.
We left it there. Me living in hope, Katie screwing her face up at the very thought of what Naomi and I might get up to in private if things went well.
But now...in the reality of having lunch with my ex...things weren't a fraction as pleasant. Certainly there was no make up shagging. Just this awkward silence and a kind of strange formality.
Then Naomi spoke.
"Emily?" she said quietly.
I waited for the punchline, but it didn't come. Obviously I was supposed to respond somehow.
"Yes?" I said, not daring to second guess where this was going.
"This...Sarah woman...what's the whole story then?"
Straight to the point. Maybe Katie and her had swapped personalities. The eye rolling, now the brutal questions without any preamble. I took a small sip of wine, then put my glass down on the wrought iron occasional table.
"Right..." I said equally quietly. On my answer could hang my whole future. I needed to get this out in coherent form, otherwise Katies efforts were pointless.
"Sarah was very important to me. You were right...she was my first love. It was a huge shock to see her again after all this time. I needed some time and space to process it. But Sarah is my past Naomi. You are my future...if I've not ruined it by being such a twat about things. I love you...and only you. I'm sure my darling sister told you that the other day. Whatever her faults, Katie doesn't tell lies, never has. She knows how much I care about you. She also knows I haven't been honest with myself for so long, I've almost lost the habit. And that has cost me...cost me everything I want. I lost you Naomi..."
I knew I was about to cry, but even though my voice was starting to break, I rushed on. I might not get another chance.
"...and I can't bear that. I'll leave my job today, if that's what you want. Sarah and I...well, there is no Sarah and I.. we've been forced into working in the same office...but if resigning is the price I have to pay to make you believe that it's you I want, then I'll gladly pay it. It's just a fucking job Naoms. You are my world. The person I think about when I open my eyes in the morning. The person I dream about at night. I love you...love you so much it hurts...please...please forgive me?"
My voice cracked completely then so I stopped talking. Naomi was staring at me so hard I could feel it. Her eyes burned into mine. It was as if she was looking under my skin, trying to judge how honest I was being. I stared back, hot tears running down my cheeks. I knew I had nothing more to say...to give. If it wasn't enough, I was cooked.
Finally, she put down her own glass and sighed deeply. Here it comes, I thought miserably. The brush off...the polite let down.
"Answer me three questions Emily?" she said almost inaudibly. I felt my eyes widening. Twenty fucking questions now? I'd just bared my soul for her... But I nodded anyway. What the fuck else was I gonna do?
"First...will you promise never to keep something that big from me again? Just tell me what is hurting you. I can't help you unless you trust me?"
I nodded quickly, my heart starting to pound. This wasn't a brush off. Not yet anyway.
"Second...I don't want to you quit your job for me. That would mean I can't trust you...so...can I trust you Emily...working that closely with your ex?"
Again I nodded. I would have been happy to leave Amex, if it meant I could have her back. Nothing was more important to me. Sarah was just a side show now.
She lifted her glass and sipped thirstily at the pale straw liquid. I was too tense to do the same.
"Third...and this is something I really should have asked you before it all went tits up. Will you come to the JI Ball with me...as...as my girlfriend? It's this Saturday. I want to show everyone that we're a couple...like properly together?"
My heart thumped almost painfully at that. Jupiter Investments...Richard fucking Hurst, Tony Stonem and all the other judgemental fucks looking at us...talking about us? But if that was the last coin in my repayment to Naomi, I gave it gladly.
"Of course" I said quickly, wiping the tears from my eyes as she regarded me seriously. "I want that too...to show everyone I'm yours...and you're mine"
I almost convinced myself...almost. Inside I was still quaking at the prospect, but...
Right answers I think. Next thing I was enveloped in warm and insistent arms. Naomi's mouth was at my ear and she was hugging me in a way my dad would be proud of. She kissed my neck as I hugged her back. A flood of relief rushed through my body. She still loved me. That was all I wanted to know. Fuck JI.
Her breath was hot on my ear as she whispered something else. I tensed as her words registered.
"I lied about just three questions...there's one more?..,.Why the fuck are you still wearing clothes, Emily Fitch?"
A question which was clearly redundant in about ten seconds. Just about the time it took us to walk, still hugging but tearing impatiently at said clothing, to the bed...our bed. The deal needed to be sealed and what better way was there to do it than show her I meant every single word?...
XXX
Naomi
Lying here, warm and comfortable...Emily's body against me, I should be content. Well, I suppose I mainly am. We certainly made up for lost time. Sex with her was as exciting, as passionate and as wonderful as it had ever been. I'd asked her the questions I needed the answers to and she'd answered truthfully. Her ex was her ex, simple as that. I didn't need to worry any more about her loyalty or fidelity. So why was I still awake, when my body craved sleep?
Emily was sleeping the sleep of the satisfied. I'd made her come over and over, almost as if I was marking her as mine again. I had a moment to think 'Thank God I changed the bed linen before she came over' (Mandys recent presence was as much a conscience pricker to me as Sarah was to Emily, I think) Clean sheets, clean conscience. We made love, each taking turns to pleasure the other until we ended up, faces an inch apart, fingers busy between the others legs, eyes fixed and focussed. I told her I loved her, which is true and she answered the same, which I hope is true. After she came, she finished me off determinedly, even though it was the third time I'd orgasmed this afternoon. Each one seemed more powerful than the one before. But sleep, so easily achieved by Emily, eluded me.
I don't mean that all the declarations of love and trust...not to mention the sex...were false. Far from it. I do believe her.
But we seem doomed to go through this Promethean cycle of pain and suffering at regular intervals. Our love affair has been more stop start than an American football game. Can I really go through this all again? Will I have to?
I didn't have an answer for myself. Much as I want to believe it will all be OK from here on in...life for us always seems destined to be more complex.
Take the JI Ball. I could have kept my mouth shut. Ignored the event. Or I could have just gone along on Saturday alone, suffered the snide comments about my single lesbian status and endured a couple of hours of foul party drinks and clumsy interdepartmental passes. But my pride won't let me. I need this... to show JI and the world that she's mine. I know its affecting her too, because even though she tried to hide it, I saw the flash of unease on her face when I asked her that third question. She's even more nervous about it than me. But I still think I'm right to insist. It might mean my job...not that the prospect of leaving JI fills me with anything but relief. The money is great and apart from the gruesome twosome Stonem and Hurst, the people I work with are largely OK. But its a constant reminder, seeing that pompous fuck Hurst stride the corridors like some feral alpha beast, bestowing small kindnesses on his adoring followers, that he was Emily's lover for longer than me. He had her first and he kept on having her. It taints the place for me, knowing whenever I visit a copy room or a side office, that he might have screwed her there after hours. I want to mark my own territory. Selfish as it is, I want him and his slimy acolyte Stonem to know that Emily is mine now.
And that means going to the Jupiter Investments Ball with my lover. Proud, unashamed and heads up. I don't plan on us staying long. Just enough to prove my point. A few drinks, a bit of dancing maybe...even a stilted hello to the big boss and his eminence grise...then I can whisk Ems away; get her back here and naked, where we both belong.
The fallout will probably be terminal for me. Someone as self obsessed as Hurst is going to be raging at being supplanted as Emily's lover...and by a woman at that. Male pride will be wounded. I guess my career prospects just got a bit narrower. But fuck it. I'm a big girl...Mini said she'd have a word with her boss about maybe working there. A part of me grimaces inwardly at the very thought. Emily working with her ex...me with mine. What could possibly go wrong?
There's also the ever obliging Mandy to consider of course. I struggled to plump up my pillow as Emily breathed contentedly beside me and tightened her grip on my waist as I moved. The girl is adorable asleep...well, awake or asleep actually. I smiled at the little frown which appeared on her sleeping face as I wriggled about, trying to get comfortable. Then as I settled again, it was replaced with her previous expression of happy comfort. Everything was apparently fine again in the E Fitch universe.
So...where was I...oh yeah, Mandy. Not that there was a lot to consider there. We liked each other...she was a good and willing shag. But neither of us pretended it was anything other than a convenient way to make each other happy. Sex, pure and simple.
I knew enough about Katie already to be sure that Emily would be aware of my little indiscretion with the tall girl. But the girl currently in my bed hadn't mentioned Mandy once and I certainly wasn't going to bring her name up. No...I'll just give her a call later...tell her its very much back on with Emily. She'll be fine. Adiós.
I yawned then. The thinking (OK and the hours of wonderful shagging) was at last catching up on me. I kissed Emily lightly on the forehead, which produced another of those trademark sweet sleepy smiles before snuggling closer and finally letting myself drift off. JI, Mandy and the whole rest of the world can just fucking wait...
XXX
Saturday night.
Emily
Walking into that big steel and glass atrium made my heart thump. I checked myself again in the highly polished glass panels to the side of me. I'd really gone to town (with Katies help it has to be said) A new silver cocktail dress. Modest , but allowing my shoulders and neck to be seen. No big décolletage statement...I haven't the tits for it, even with Victoria Secret's help. No...just the £300 dent in my Amex card as evidence I'd made a proper effort. Hair up too...which is something I rarely do. And the icing on the cake as it were...that sparkling fat diamond pendant Katie had been given on her 21st by some deluded lower league footballer who thought, temporarily obviously, that Katie Fitch was about to become his exclusive property. Not that my sister shuns the WAG route, but I think she's holding out for Premier League status...Championship defenders not quite cutting it. I think it cost the laser toothed mug a weeks wages. Which even in the second tier, is probably the best part of £5000. I'm on notice not to lose it under pain of death...or even worse "let that big lezzer break it when she shags you later"
It didn't help that I smirked unashamedly when Katie said that. Me wearing just a white gold pendant with a several carat diamond in Naomi's bed didn't sound like an unpleasant prospect. The look of disgust on my sisters face told me she knew exactly what I was imagining.
But anyway, it sets off my dress a treat and with my hair up, its impossible to ignore. Naomi grumbled briefly about 'blood diamonds' or something worthy when I tried it on, but its quite easy to distract her from politics just now. One glimpse of my pale lace hold ups and matching thong made her throat dry up a treat. I had to take them off pretty quick, along with the diamond so that my girlfriend (Oh Jesus I love saying that!) could ravish me all over again without ripping anything.
There's been quite a lot of ravishing going on from both of us since the make up afternoon. We've gone back to horny teenagers overnight. I tried to go home one night, but she physically dragged me back from the open doorway, stripped me deliberately slowly and shagged me up against the half open apartment door. I pity her neighbours...apparently I'm quite loud.
Anyway, that was wonderful and in between long and intense love making sessions, we've been talking. But this time without secrets. I gave her the full run down on my life, no stone unturned. I don't want nasty secrets emerging any more. Nothing that can derail us again. And for her part, Naomi did the same. All the history of her coming out, her mother and absent father and her insecurities about me...it made uncomfortable listening for me at times, but I owed her.
So now standing here, waiting for the lift for the 6th floor, where JI have a restaurant cum ballroom (cleared for the party) it seems a long time ago that I waited in this lobby for the elevator to my floor. A hundred years must have passed. Luckily there were only a couple of stray guests waiting with us to go up. Some guy from goods in who hardly knew me and a girl from telesales who goggled for a second at our joined hands, but looked away when I stared at her.
Naomi?
Well, as you would expect, she looked drop dead stunning. Black was her chosen dress. Short (those fucking endless legs make me lick my lips like a starving woman) and low enough at the top for two creamy mounds of perfect flesh to be visible. I spent my time, even before she got dressed up, fantasising about her tits. Can't help it...they're entirely addictive. But now...mounted in that sexy black push up bra? Mouthwatering.
And mine. Don't forget that...mine to play with, to admire and to worship.
I took a deep breath as the doors finally opened and then closed behind us. A powerful whoosh as the express elevator did its job, then the doors were sighing again and we were here.
A huge guy in a black bow tie who looked like he ate dwarves for breakfast scanned Naomi's proffered gold embossed invitation.
'Jupiter Investments Autumn Ball – Invitation for Ms Naomi Campbell plus guest' it read.
There were people milling about in the immediate area. I recognised Rebecca from Naomi's office and a couple of sales guys including Bob, my ex boss. Shall we say there were mixed reactions?
The two junior sales guys clocked me then whispered together. Again the clasped hands were noted and smirked over.
Bob smiled warmly at us, noting I'm sure the held hands (I realised Naomi was as nervous as me when the circulation in my hand was briefly cut off). His smile flickered, but stayed warm as he excused himself and came over. Naomi whispered in my ear as he walked towards us.
"Courage, mon brave" she stage whispered in an atrocious cod French accent. It made me stifle a laugh, but did the trick. I stopped shaking quite so much.
"Emily" Bob said cheerfully when he got to us. "Fucking brilliant to see you, my little sales star...how are you?"
His eyes again flicked to our joined hands, but his expression stayed friendly.
Now Bob rarely swore, even when the department sales figures were dire, so I blinked at his words. The glass in his hand slopped a stream of champagne to the carpet as he hugged me politely. I glanced over his bent head as he did and caught Naomi stifling a giggle. Clearly Bob had been here a while...the alcohol on his breath told me that. But he was never a creepy type guy, just a bit over friendly on occasion...like a big Labrador puppy. I smiled back and allowed him this small liberty. He was likely to be the only friendly face I saw tonight apart from my lover.
After that he turned to Naomi.
"Naomi Campbell?" he said, smiling "Well Naomi...look after this one...she's the best person I ever had work for me. You're a lucky woman"
He might have been pissed and a bit incoherent, but Naomi smiled back genuinely enough. I could see the humour in her eyes as Bob tried manfully not to do the obvious thing and pry into our relationship. A blind person could see we were a couple. I give him his due, he managed it fine.
"Thanks...Bob?" she answered "I intend to...she's the centre of my universe"
I glowed with part embarrassment, part pride at those words. My brave Naomi, always straight up and honest. But of course, Bob was a pussy cat compared to the other predators in the room. The worst was definitely to come. Through the crowd of noisy drinkers I could see Tony Stonem's face. He was chatting animatedly to someone I knew very well. Too fucking well. I recognised that immaculately barbered hair and expensive open necked shirt. Even facing away from us, I could see the quality of his casual wear. Tony noticed us...saw our linked hands and a sly grin replaced his mock interested expression. He leaned forward and said something in Richards ear.
Hurst is a pro, so as expected, he didn't just spin round and look at us. Instead, there was a slow nod of the head, then he carefully put his glass down on a table and stepped sideways, as if he hadn't been warned.
Then he looked straight at me.
Bob had grabbed two fresh glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, for which I was eternally grateful. While one hand clung to Naomi for support, the other raised the glass to my face. I used it as a shield as Richard carried on looking at me with an unreadable expression.
Then, with a quick remark to Tony, who smirked again, he began to walk over to us. Naomi noticed at the same time as me. Bob was saying something about new jobs and asking how I was getting on, but even drunk, he was quickly aware of the new tension in the air. He leaned closer to me as Naomi glared at the approaching Richard.
"Stay cool little Fitch. Be polite...its his party...just don't let the fucker see you're rattled"
Easy for him to say.
He slid away into the crowd as Hurst got to us, an oily smile on his face. His eyes flicked from our joined hands to Naomi's defensive stance. But he was too wily an operator to show emotion.
"Naomi" he boomed "...lovely to see you...and in such elegant company"
He flashed me a fake smile, which I returned with interest. It was only the extreme pressure on my hand from Naomi's grip that told me she was as anxious as me. On the surface, now she'd controlled that icy glare, she seemed at ease.
"Mr Hurst" she said softly "Thank you for inviting me...us. Of course you know Emily, don't you?"
I almost but not quite uttered a hysterical laugh at that. Knew me? Fuck she was playing it cooler than I ever could.
Even the professional schmooze Richard Hurst couldn't top that. He blinked twice then forced a smile onto his perma tanned face.
"Oh yes...Emily was a great asset to Jupiter. It's very sad she moved on...but it was probably for the best...new pastures, new experiences, huh Emily?"
I licked my lips, my nerves still on red alert.
"Thanks Richard" I managed croakily "Yes, that's right...the grass really is greener on the other side...I'm very happy with the move...and with my new relationship with Naomi"
This time he didn't just blink. For a fraction of a second his famed poise left him. His eyes blazed at my implied insult. I flinched at the obvious hatred in that look. Someone was not at all happy about losing their executive toy.
"Riiiight" he drawled after he quickly recovered "...interesting. Well, enjoy the party...both of you. I'll see you later?"
"Not if I see you first" Naomi and I whispered in unison to his retreating back as he went over to a group of fawning telesales girls. We giggled together at the shared reaction.
"Fuck..." Naomi said as we walked over to the canapés buffet "that was...intense..I don't think Richard's enjoying the party quite as much now?". I nodded and moved further from the main floor area It seemed safer than staying in the direct firing line. Bob had disappeared by now and no one else in JI was likely to be an ally, certainly not while the spurned boss was watching. We picked at obscure pastries and hors d'oeuvres from the snowy white linen table cloths, making sure to swig as much free champagne as possible in between. Alcohol being the universal anaesthetic for uncomfortable parties.
Inside an hour, it was almost bearable. We were being ignored by the majority of the other guests. Whether because of the whole gay thing or just general apprehension at Richards significant ex turning up with a current employee, its hard to say. Bob came back after a while, but his champagne intake was obviously catching up with him and he lurched off after a few minutes, presumably looking for someone equally pissed he could bore. Like I said, he's a nice guy, but office drunks bore me. Too many circular conversations about work things. Naomi was even less tolerant, so we were more or less on our own for the next hour.
After another round of free champagne, someone announced there would be an awards ceremony in five minutes. No way was I standing around clapping while Richard lorded it over his minions, handing out expensive gifts to identikit wage slaves. I was about to suggest we ditch the posh fare and slope off to get a chicken kebab and a litre of red to take back to the apartment, but Naomi had other ideas.
"Em...?" she whispered in my ear as people began to gather around a raised area at the other end of the room "do you feel like being very naughty?"
My face flushed as she accompanied the suggestion with a sly grab of my rear. I suppressed a giggle and pushed her hand away from the danger area. As I did I caught Tony Stonem looking straight at us. He had his little coterie of adoring junior telesales girls around him, all trying to be the one he selected for an upright shag in the post room later, but he definitely saw Naomi's bit of casual groping. A sneer left his mouth before he noticed me looking back. Fuck this, I thought. If he wants to sneer at something I'd give him a good reason to.
To Naomi's surprise, I spun her round and gave her a full on kiss on her soft lips. The little squeak of shock was her only reaction before she kissed back. I heard a small gasp from the group of guys passing us, but just then Richard started to speak on the PA and their attention was diverted.
"That's a yes then sexy?" Naomi grinned playfully, her face as flushed now as mine.
"Oh yeah..." I said "No way do I want to listen to that shit preening on stage...in fact I have an idea...feel like living dangerously babe?"
Naomi bit her lip, a sure sign that she was intrigued. I realised I had just the antidote to Hurst and Stonem. While the crowd surged forward to hear the beginning of the no doubt long and protracted in house award ceremony, I grabbed Naomi's hand and we slipped out of the room. We got a curious look from the two goons on the door, but just gave them matching innocent smiles.
"Too much champagne" Naomi slurred "...need the little girls room, gentlemen?"
They nodded gravely and turned back to the crowd in front of them. They were there to keep gatecrashers out, not half cut guests getting away.
I pulled Naomi determinedly towards the lifts, down a deserted corridor. She let me pull her along, but kept asking where we were going. I couldn't keep the smirk off my face. If there was one place I wanted to be naughty...it was where we were going.
I put my finger to my lips and shushed her. Although the internal CCTV was on down here, I knew one place where it was definitely turned off.
We got out on the fifth floor and walked hand in hand along the corridor. Not another soul was around. They were all in the ballroom, listening to Hurst wax lyrical.
I opened the second door on the left and ushered Naomi inside, locking it from inside. I could see recognition dawning on her face as she read the brass plate on the double doors.
"Em!" she whispered urgently "Fuck...do you know where we...?"
"Of course..." I said primly "...the fucking boardroom, where else?"
Naomi looked about her in wonder. The panelled walls were lined with oil paintings of previous chairmen of the company. Right back to 1852, when it was known as the Honourable Jupiter Investment Company. In front of us was a long, polished oak table with neatly arrayed blotters and quilted leather chairs down both sides. At the end was a larger, crested chair.
'Chairman' it said in embossed gold script on the raised back.
I smirked again.
"I can't offer you the mile high club babe...but will this do?"
For a second, I thought Naomi might baulk at actually using this elegant and expensive table for what I obviously had in mind, but the wary look was instantly replaced with one of pure lust as I slowly and deliberately raised the hem of my dress. Those hold ups and the tiny thong, which she'd lusted over at home were on view again. I sat back on the table, right beside the Chairman's seat, nudging it away with my foot. The thick carpet underneath whispered as the heavy chair moved aside.
Naomi was licking her lips continuously, moving towards me like a big cat, stalking its prey. Her eyes were black with lust. She might have been wary at first, but with me starting to slide my hands over my body, cupping my breasts and slipping a finger inside the hem of my thong, all reservations were now cancelled.
Suddenly she was right there in front of me, her eyes fixed on my hands as I played with myself slowly.
"Right here...right now" I said hoarsely "I need you to fuck me baby...fuck me until I scream?"
She growled then and pushed herself between my legs, moving my hand from where it had been teasing myself and replacing it with her own. I jumped as her cool hand slid quickly inside those insignificant knickers. Her finger found me wet and open.
"Jesus Em...you're..." she breathed
"Wet?" I said jerking as that finger explored agonisingly slowly "Always for you babe"
Which was as true a sentence as I've ever spoken.
Her mouth descended on mine, lips and tongue taking possession of me, just as her hand between my legs did the same.
It didn't take long. I was strung like a bow as it was...the sheer filthiness of being shagged on the boardroom table overwhelming me. I had considered doing it in Richards office, but it just seemed wrong. Too many times I had knelt under his desk, sucking him obediently as he ejaculated his pleasure into my unwilling mouth. Too many times he'd bent me over that executive desk and taken his fill of my body. But here, now...I was taking back control.
In the holy of holies.
Even Hurst, in all his self congratulatory pomp, never dared to despoil the boardroom with sex.
As I groaned my delight at Naomi's deft touch, I soon came explosively, several venerable but long dead chairmen watching sternly from the walls as I thrashed and cried out.
Seconds later, as I flipped Naomi over and knelt in front of her open legs, I made her come just as hard, her stifled moans making me clench again and again as my tongue worshipped her beautiful body.
We left the room as we found it. No CCTV to capture our pleasure, but when we reached the camera in the corridor before the lift, I raised my head and winked at its baleful gaze. I knew the recording would show us entering and leaving the boardroom. No prizes for guessing what we had been up to...
The kebab and bottle purchased, we walked home laughing drunkenly at our bravery. A perfect ending to what could have been a stressful night.
XXX
Next morning, in the Chief Executives office, a grim faced Richard Hurst reviewed the footage with cold revenge in his heart...
OK folks, a bumper chapter to cheer you up. Next one, which is planned to be the last, will also be long and angsty, hopefully with sweet undertones. Feel to give me your thoughts!