Executive Privilege *a closed thread*

[Lady_Kit]

For MzVickie, our first time.

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J.T. felt satisfied with the results of her trip to California, but she was glad it was finally at an end. The long flight back to New York was the last leg of a journey that had taken her through four states in half as many weeks. She was bone tired and could hardly wait to get home to her own bed. The first class seat was a poor substitute, but comfortable enough to allow her to nap from her departure point in Los Angeles to St. Louis, the only stop in the long flight.

Head leaned back and eyes closed, J.T. Burke was timeless; brow smooth, face unlined, and hair still the golden color it had been at age 20. She wasn’t twenty anymore though, or even 30. In fact just last year she’d passed 40, but her beauty was undiminished. She did nothing to mask her years. She simply aged well, much to the dismay of her friends, both male and female. Behind closed lids were blue eyes that sparkled like the sun kissed waters of the Caribbean. Her mouth was full, and often shaped into a smile.

As additional passengers boarded she was the object of more than one glance. Each passed on, their assigned seat located elsewhere. She took no notice until one stopped at her row and sat down. J.T. slowly opened her eyes and turned them to young woman seated next to the aisle.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

Christy’s heart raced with excitement as she walked down the gangway and into the plane. In all her twenty-one years, this was her first flight ever, and it was taking her to a new life, a new career, and of all places, to New York City. She had taken a bus from Blythe to L. A. and a cab from the bus terminal to LAX. The flight attendant took her ticket and directed her to first class. The new company she was going to work for had bought the ticket and made hotel reservations for her in New York. Her whole life was ahead of her, so with her degree from Blythe Junior College she was well on her way to conquer the world. She was confident and self-assured. She found her seat and plopped down next to another woman. She could almost feel the confines of Blythe falling from her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes scanning the first class cabin, taking in everything.

‘Much nicer than the bus’, she thought, ‘I could get used to this’.

She turned her head to glance at the woman sitting next to her.

“Oh,” she gasped, taking in a quick breath, as she looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

“Your first flight,” the woman asked, smiling at her.

“Ah………..yes,” Christy stammered, staring into those eyes.

“J.T. Burke,” the woman said extending her hand. “Where are you flying to?”

Christy’s eyes dropped to the extended hand, automatically reaching up and taking it in hers.

“New York City,” she replied, looking back up at the woman, “I’m going to New York City.”

“What a coincidence, so am I. We can chat……..And who will I be chatting with?” She asked after a long pause, her hand still being held by Christy.

“Me,” Christy replied. “I mean Christine Carter, my name is Christine Carter,” she said blushing at her stupid response. ‘Oh god, you’re such a geek’, she told herself. “But everyone calls me Christy,” she added trying to regain some of her composure.

“Well Christy, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Christy had regained some of her composure, it was just that she had never met any woman as beautiful as J. T. Burke. She wondered if she were an actress or maybe a model. She couldn’t tell how old she was, but she had the presence of a mature confident woman.

“May I have my hand back,” Burke asked, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Or would you prefer to hold it the entire flight?”

Christy released her hand like she’d picked up a sidewinder, in the desert outside of Blythe. Her face turning crimson in the process. ‘God, why did this woman fluster her so,’ she wondered.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, her skin hot with embarrassment.

Her attention was drawn to the movement of the plane, as they readied for takeoff. She held her breath as the plane left the ground and soared into the future. She thought she felt a gentle pat on her arm. She finally calmed herself, and enjoyed the experience of her first flight ever. Her conversation with Burke was also a little less rattled. They chatted for a while then Burke would nap for a period. They made a short, thirty-minute stop in St. Louis and were allowed off the plane to stretch their legs. Christy and J. T. got a real cup of coffee at Starbucks, then re-boarded the plane for the rest of the flight. They arrived at JFK international late in the evening. Christy would have been absolutely lost if not for Burke’s help find baggage claim and even the exit.

“There is suppose to be someone to meet me,” she said thanking Burke. “I can’t thank you enough for your help.”

“My pleasure dear.”

Christy found the place she was to meet the person from the company, but no one was there. She paced back and forth for several minutes, her frustration rising, along with her fear. Then she heard a familiar voice.

“No one to meet you Christy?” Burke asked coming up to her.

“Oh Hi,” she said relief in her voice. “No, someone was going to meet me right here. They said to look for a man with a sign with my name on it, but no one is here.”

“Well sometimes things happen. Can I drop you at your hotel? You do have a hotel don’t you?”

“Yes,” Christy said, searching through her bag quickly, withdrawing a sheet of crumpled paper. “Econo Lodge Ozone Park,” she said, reading from the paper.

“Let me drop you there dear, it’s only a couple of miles away. You can call them in the morning and straighten this out, I’m sure.”

“Oh thank you, you’ve been such big help already. Where’s your car?” Christy asked looking around.

“Right in front of you,” Burke answered indicating the limousine sitting at the curb.

“Oh my god, that’s the biggest car I’ve ever seen,” Christy said gapping at the limo.

Burke nodded to the chauffeur who immediately came forward to grab their luggage and place it in the trunk. A short time later, they pulled into the drive of the Econo Lodge hotel. The doorman quickly called for a bellhop to carry her luggage in, as the chauffeur opened the trunk.

“I just don’t know how to thank you,” Christy said stepping out of the limo. “You have helped me so much.”

“Again, my pleasure dear, here take this you may need it,” Burke said handing her business card to Christy.

Christy glanced at the card before dropping it into her bag. She stood there watching as the chauffeur closed the door and the limo drove off. She turned and entered the hotel going to the main desk.

“Hi,” she said, “I have a reservation. Christine Carter.”

“Yes, two days, room 212, already paid for,” the clerk replied looking at the computer screen. “Here’s your key, enjoy your stay with us.” She said smiling at Christy. “Oh I almost forgot, you have a message already,” she said lifting an envelope from under the counter.

“Thank you,” Christy said taking the envelope, assuming it was an apology for not meeting her at the airport.

She followed the bellhop to the elevator and followed him as he led her to her room, opening the door and carrying in her luggage. As he sat the last bag down, he stood there with his hand open. She looked at him puzzled for a second, before realizing what he wanted.

“Thanks,” she smiled, giving him a low five, her hand sliding across his.

He looked at her dumbfounded, shaking his head as he went to the door.

“Tourists,” she heard him say as he shut the door.

She squealed in delight, spinning around and around, her arms outstretched. She was in the big city, starting a new life, she knew she would never look back. As she spun, the envelope she had held fell from her hand. She stopped and picked it up, flipping open the flap.


Miss Christine Carter,
I regret to inform you that the training program you were hired to participate in has been canceled due to last minute budget cuts. There are currently no openings within the corporation at this time. If this has caused any inconvenience, I apologize.
Ken Lay


Christy couldn’t believe what she was reading, she dropped down on the bed, reading it again and again.

“No,” she whispered, “you can’t do this. You can’t do this. I’ve given up everything.”

A tear fell on the paper. She looked up as her vision blurred with tears, and then a sob racked her body as the tears began to flow freely. She had given up everything, her apartment, her old mundane life. She’d even sold most of her possessions for this chance to come to New York, just to have the money to live on.

‘The money, how much money do I have? How am I going to live, where am I going to live?’

She reached for her bag, pulling out her wallet. The business card falling to the floor. She reached down and picked it up, reading it for the first time.

She read the familiar name, J. T. Burke, but it was the three capital letters below the name that stood out to her now, CEO.

“She’ll know what I should do.”

She wiped away the tears, looking for the number. She picked up the phone dialing the number on the card.

“Are you trying to make an outside call?” asked the voice.

“Yes,” replied Christy.

“You need to dial 9 first.”

She pushed the button in the receiver cradle, then pushed 9, then dialed the number again.

“You have reached the offices of J. T. Burke. Our office hours are between 8 AM and 5 PM. Please try again during those times, thank you.”

“No,” Christy sobbed, looking at the card. Her eyes went to the bottom corner, the words cell phone appearing.

She pushed 9, then the new number.

“Hello,” came the tired familiar voice.

“Miss Burke,” Christy sobbed, “I don’t know who else to call.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

J.T. Burke

“God, it’s good to be home,” J.T. thought as she walked through her silent apartment. A quick stop in her steel and marble kitchen revealed a bottle of her favorite wine chilling in the fridge; she poured a glass before heading to her home office. As she expected, she found her correspondence in a neat stack on one corner of her desk and messages waiting near the phone. A brief note rested in the center of the dark green blotter.

“J.T.,

Your schedule for the week is updated on your PC. I’ve kept your Monday morning calendar clear so you can play catch up. The candidate files for your afternoon interviews are in your briefcase. No one with my qualifications of course, but one of them can probably handle you while I’m away. See you in the office.

Milly”

J.T. grinned at the note from her executive secretary. Even in her home office the other woman kept everything in perfect order. Milly was about to take maternity leave for her first child and was more than half convinced that J.T. and the company would collapse without her support. Unfortunately, J.T. half believed that the woman was right. It still seemed odd to think of Milly with a husband and family. She’d been such a mousy little thing when she’d started at Burk Properties so many years ago. Come to think of it, Milly was a lot like the woman J.T. had met on the plane. She wondered if the executive who was getting Christy would recognize the diamond in the rough that he was getting. A small sigh escaped her as her thoughts turned to the week ahead and the chore of finding her own new assistant. She put the thought from her mind and was just about to leave the office, when her cell phone sounded.

Hello

“Miss Burke, I don’t know who else to call.”

For a moment her mind was blank. Who would be calling at this hour, and sobbing to boot? J.T. ran down the short list of women friends, then the slightly longer list of ex-lovers, and none of the names matched the quivering voice on the other end of the line. Then it came to her. She’d given Christy one of her personal cards that included her cell number.

Christy? What’s wrong?

“Oh, Miss Burke! Its awful, I’ve been fired. I haven’t even started and I’m already out of a job…and I sold everything I had, told all my friends about the wonderful new position.”

Further sobbing interrupted the broken rush of words.

“I’ll, I’ll have to go back home and tell them I was a failure, and I don’t know how I’ll even get home, I think my ticket is round trip, but I thought I’d be getting a paycheck soon, and I won’t be able to keep this room after another night…and, and, and I just don’t know what I’ll do!”

J.T. didn’t handle tears well and she was taken aback that a woman she had just met was now involving her in this situation. When she’d offered help she’d meant more along the lines of recommending a good restaurant or dry cleaners. Not this! She couldn’t very well abandon the child when there was no one else for her to turn to, though. Clearly, the first thing to do was to calm the girl down and sort the whole mess out.

Christy…Christy, stop crying for a minute so I can think. You’ve got to get hold of yourself! Now, tell me again, and slowly if you please, what you’re going on about.

Her firm tone had the desired effect and soon J.T. got the whole story; including the dismissal note, and the fact that Christy was in no way financially prepared to live in New York with her existing funds. The girl needed a job, and she needed one immediately. Her eyes fell to the note on the desk, maybe she could help after all.

Ok, I understand what’s happened and here is what I want you to do. Tomorrow you present yourself at the address on my business card. Ask for Milly when you arrive, she’s my right arm, and is about to go on maternity leave. I’m interviewing people to fill in for her, if she thinks you have the qualifications she’ll include you in the candidate group. Otherwise, she’ll find something else for you at Burke Properties. Let me make one thing very clear though, this isn’t a free ride, you’ll have to earn a spot with the company, and with me. Be at the office at 9am.

The sounds of sobbing stopped, and J.T. could tell that Christy was listening carefully, and her voice when she responded was free of tears.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Burke! I’ll be there. 9 sharp! I don’t know what I’d have”

Don’t thank me yet, you’re still out of a job, Christy. I’m just offering you a chance to fix things for yourself. Now, goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.

J.T. hung up without another word. She was a little surprised at what she’d just done. Burke Properties was a multimillion-dollar company with a reputation for quality in every area. The look on Christy’s face when confronted with the car and driver at the airport flashed back to J.T. Clearly luxury was outside her experience. Dear, God, when the girl saw the corporate offices she’d probably faint dead away. Well, if she made it past reception to Millys domain on the executive floor, at least J.T. would know that there was a backbone under all that ill-fitting clothing.

A brief smile graced her lips as J.T. wondered what else Miss Carter might be hiding under her clothing, and if she’d be terribly shocked to find that J.T. even wondered. Tomorrow should be an interesting day.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

Christy hung up the phone, her mind a whirl. She picked up the note from Ken Lay, crumpled it, and threw it in the wastebasket. She hadn’t meant to impose herself on Miss Burke and really hadn’t expected her to offer a job. She just didn’t know whom else to call, and it wasn’t a job really, merely the chance to apply for an opening, she’d have to prove herself she knew.

Suddenly she was exhausted, it had been a long day. She needed a good nights sleep if she were to be at her best for tomorrow. She opened her suitcase and took out all of the new clothes she’d bought at K-mart, just for this new job. She hung each on the rack in the room, trying to decide which to wear. She decided on the navy blue skirt suit, the one that looked like a sailor suit, with the flap hanging off the shoulders and the three strips around the sleeves. She hung it separately, hoping the wrinkles would come out by morning. She undressed, and slipped on the long T-shirt she’d taken from Billy Johnson, her last boyfriend. She shuddered at the thought of him. All he every wanted to do was have sex, and she found that repugnant. She’d broken up with him only after one month of dating. The same was true with all the boys she had dated. She sighed as picked up her cosmetic bag, went to the bathroom, and washed her face, wondering if she would ever find the right one.

She plugged in her little alarm clock and sat the time, before slipping between the crisp clean sheets of the big bed. The words of her mother had spoken many times coming to mind, “Sometimes when one doors closes, another opens.” She smiled as she nestled down in the bed, hoping the words would prove true.

As she fell asleep, the last image in her mind was of Miss Burke. She is so beautiful, I would love to work for her. she thought as she drifted off to sleep.


She woke excited the next morning and quickly showered and brushed her hair out, then applied her makeup, before dressing in the sailor suit and putting on a pair of black pumps. Satisfied, she grabbed her bag and headed for the hotel lobby to inquire about a cab to Miss Burke’s office. She gave the cabbie the address and twenty minutes later she was standing in front of the office building.

“Oh my gosh,” she said looking up at the huge building. “Can this be the right place, it’s……it’s so big.”

She saw the brass plate beside the main entrance, Burke Properties, it read. She took a deep breath, pulled the heavy glass door open, and walked in.

“Hi,” she said to the receptionist, “I’m here to see Milly.”

“Your name,” the receptionist asked, giving her the once over.

“Christine Carter,” Christy replied, “Miss Burke told me to see her.”

“Miss Burke,” the receptionist said, raising an eyebrow.

“Mm huh,” Christy replied smiling, nodding her head.

“Milly, I have a Christine Carter here to see you. She says Miss Burke sent her.” the receptionist said into the phone. “Yes ma’am, I’ll send her right up.”

The receptionist gave Christy directions to Milly’s office, shaking her head as she watched her walk down the hall.

“Hello, Christy said to the woman sitting behind the desk, “I’m Christine Carter, I’m here to see Milly.”

“I’m Milly. May I see your resume please,” Milly said eyeing the ill-fitting K-mart special.

Christy smiled as she handed Milly her resume, printed on pink paper. Christy had thought it pretty when she had it printed up.

“I did it myself,” she said.

“Hmmm,” Milly said as she looked at the resume. “I see you graduated from Bylthe Junior college. Straight A’s in all your classes. You are proficient with Microsoft Word, Excel, Power Point, and Access, also Lotus SmartSuite. Impressive,” Milly said looking back up at Christy. “But I don’t see any real work experience here?”

“Well, I worked part-time for the law firm of Dewey, Screwem and Howe while I was going to school, I just didn’t have time to put them on the resume. They liked the work I did for them, and didn’t want me to leave. You can call them, if you want. I have their number.” I know I don’t have much experience, but I know I will do a good job for Miss Burke. You can count on me,” Christy replied, with confidence and self-assurance in her voice.

“What is it dear,” Milly said picking up a pen and writing the information on Christy’s resume. “Thank you dear, you can wait in the outer office. I’ll need to talk with Miss Burke.”

Christy gave a small curtsy before turning and going to the waiting room. She hoped with just her grades and her knowledge she had a chance at the opening. As she sat down, adjusting the slipping shoulder pads in the jacket, she was in awe of her surroundings, she had never imagined Miss Burke to be the head of such a company. She wished she had more work experience, and sighed as she felt her chances slipping away.

 

[Lady_Kit]

“That’s it!” Milly declared as she entered the office.

What’s “it?”

“You can’t be left alone! That’s what “it” is, J.T. I am not going on maternity leave. You can’t be trusted. I let you take one business trip and you come home with a puppy trailing along behind you. How you imagined she would fit in here I cannot fathom!”

Milly, if you don’t calm down the matter of your maternity leave will be moot because you’ll have that child right here in my office. I assume that you are referring to Miss Carter? I know she lacks a certain polish, but as I recall you once thought the same thing of me. Look, Milly, she’s perfect. No pent up aspirations to steal your job, if she doesn’t work out, it’s only for a few weeks then you’ll be back. If she’s good, we can transfer her to another division when you come back, or if God forbid you decided to stay off longer than we planned for I’ll still have help. Now, if you feel she is qualified, please send her in to see me.

Grudgingly, Milly admited that the Candidate was indeed qualified. Moments later Christy entered the office and took the chair offered her.

Good morning, Christy. I trust you had no trouble finding our building?

“Oh, no, the driver knew exactly where you were, but I don’t know how he could find anything. All the streets look the same to me, and the buildings, how do you stand being all cooped up between the other buildings?”

J.T. smiled indulgently.

One adjusts. Milly tells me that you have the necessary qualifications to act as my assistant. She also tells me that you have almost no experience. Is that true?

“Yes, ma’am. But I’m a quick learner. I just know that I could do the job.”

I agree. I’m just concerned that you’ve never been in such a high profile position before. As my assistant you are my representative to many people. Your current wardrobe may be quite upscale for your hometown, but I’m afraid it won’t do for the city. We’d have to get you some new clothes and do something about your hair and makeup, but I think you’ll be pleased with the results.

J.T. stood and moved around the desk to gracefully sit in the chair next to Christy. With the gentlest of touches she laid her hand upon the knee of her new assistant and let it linger just a moment before moving away.

I know its a lot to ask, but I’ll help you, and the company will bear the expense, initially. Once you’re getting a salary I’ll expect you to maintain the improvements. Agreed?

Christy seemed overwhelmed, and J.T. had to admit, she was playing on that. There was something about Christy that intrigued J.T. and she wanted to find out why that was. To do that, she had to keep the other woman around. Keeping her in the executive suite was a bonus.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

“Yes ma’am, I agree,” Christy said softly.
“Very well then,” J. T. said. “Milly,” she added stepping to the office door, “have the limo take Miss Carter downtown…..I think Saks maybe, and I think Elizabeth Arden can take care of everything.”
“If you insist.” Christy heard Milly reply.

“Okay dear, just go back to the front entrance. The limo will take you where you need to go. I’ll call ahead. Then I expect you here at eight sharp in the morning, understood.”

“Oh thank you Miss Burke,” Christy said standing, and throwing her arms around J T. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

“I hope not, dear,” J T said patting Christy on the back. “Now go, the limo will be waiting.”

Christy smiled at J T as she released her, and again at Milly as she walked through the outer office. She had no idea of the thousands of women who were vastly more qualified for the job than she was. She still had that naive self-assurance and confidence in herself.

She stared in awe at the buildings as they passed. She had never seen anything as big or confusing as the ‘City’. Finally they pulled up in front of ‘Saks off 5th Avenue’ building. The driver opened the door for her and a very well dressed woman met her.

“Miss Carter,” the woman asked her.

“Yes,” Christy said in surprise.

“I’m Mrs. Chappell, Miss Burke said I was to help you,” the woman said as she eyed the cheesy K-mart navy outfit Christy wore. “Come this way please. The first thing we’ll need to do is get rid of this,” she said lifting the sleeve of Christy’s ‘uniform.

“What,” Christy said indignant, “I just paid forty dollars for this.”

“Honey, we have panties that cost more than that,” Mrs. Chappell said, taking Christy’s arm and leading her into the building.

Christy spent the next six hours in total shopping bliss. She’d never seen clothing as beautiful as what she was trying on now. Mrs. Chappell had been instructed to show her ‘working’ clothes, although to Christy they seemed the most elegant clothing she’d ever seen. She ended up with five new skirt and jacket outfits, with blouses to go with them. Three new pair of pointed toed pumps by Burberry, and two Nappa patent pumps by Cole Hann. The names meant nothing to her, she just picked out what she liked.

“Well, that should take care of the outer wear, now for something a little more intimate I think,” Mrs. Chappell said, leading Christy to the ‘intimate apparels’ department.

She led Christy to the La Perla rack and lifted a pair of lace boy shorts off the hook.

“$164.00,” she said smugly as she held them up for Christy to see. “How many pair would you like?”

“Oh…..I couldn’t,” Christy stammered as she held the expensive panties.

“You’re right,” Mrs. Chappell said, taking them from her J T would have a fit. I think Donna Karan is more to your liking.

So Christy got several matching sets of underwire bras, which she had never worn before, with matching low-rise briefs, mostly in black or white, but with a couple of red and beige color also. She also got a red silk charmeuse halter that she planned to wear under the new silk blouse. Mrs. Chappell also insisted that she get a new handbag as well.

“I believe that should do it, up here anyway. I think you have an appointment to get your hair done as well.” Mrs. Chappell said, “That would be downstairs. Everything will be taking to the car, don’t worry, just go get your hair done.”

“Thank you,” Christy said as she left Mrs. Chappell standing there, “you’ve been very helpful.”

“It’s been an experience,” Mrs. Chappell said as she watched Christy walk away.

Christy took the elevator down and found her way to the hair salon.

“I’m here to see Elizabeth Arden,” she said to the girl behind the counter. “She’s supposed to do my hair today.”

The girl behind the counter looked at Christy as if she was from outer space.

“Your name please,” she asked.

“Christine Carter.”

“Ah yes, here you are. I sorry though, Elizabeth isn’t in today, could one of our other staff members help you,” she added sarcastically.

“Well I suppose,” Christy responded.

By the end of the day, Christy had a new wardrobe, a new hairstyle that flowed softly down onto her shoulders and some lessons on ‘less is better’ with her makeup. She was exhausted by the time the limo dropped her off at her motel. She knew she would have to make arrangements for her living situation soon. She unpacked all the boxes looking at everything she had purchased. No, everything Miss Burke had purchased. she thought. She would thank her tomorrow when she showed up for her first day on the job.


The next morning she rose early to get ready. She wanted to look perfect. She wore the new red silk skirt and jacket outfit, with the blouse and the silk charmeuse underneath. She did her hair like they had done yesterday, and applied her makeup. As she stood in front of the mirror she couldn’t believe it was really her. She didn’t have time to ponder on the thought, she needed to get to her new job, it wouldn’t do to be late on the first day.

As she walked across the lobby, her new heels clicked on the tile floor, and people stopped what they were doing to gaze at her. The doorman held the door for her, smiling as he did, quickly signaling to a waiting taxi. The ride to the office complex seemed shorter than the day before and Christy was feeling very confident, and proud as she entered the building. She hoped that Miss Burke would approve of her looks. She wanted to please her anyway she could.

“Good morning Milly,” she said pleasantly standing before Milly’s desk. “Is Miss Burke in, I’m ready for work.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

I don’t care what you have to do, Earnest. Just close the Deal!

The nasally voice on the other end of the line continued to mouth excuses that were as weak as the man they came from. J.T. felt her patience coming to an end and she took no care to keep the fact from her employee.

Earnest I hired you to take the Caribbean sector in hand and get us back on track down there. Can you do the job or not?

“Of course I can, J.T. It’s just this damned island mentality. The sun will shine tomorrow, so nothing gets done today. You can’t imagine what its like. I’m used to real businessmen, not a bunch of posturing natives all dressed up in their Sunday suits. I don’t think there is any money to be made down here. We should just cut our losses now and get out.”

Get out? Are you suggesting that I just eat all the expenses I’ve incurred so far? That I simply lie down and give up?

As if sensing that he had finally gone too far, Earnest offered his one word affirmation in a quiet voice.

The only thing that I’ll be “getting out of” is the contract that this company has with you, Earnest. Pack up your desk. Your final task for Burke Properties will to introduce me to the principals of the deal. After that, I want you out of my sight. Are we clear?

“Yes, ma’m. When shall I expect you?”

His voice was defeated, but that was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be trouble later. J.T. hated these confrontations; firing an employee was never easy and it was only made worse when she suspected that there might be retribution down the line.

Milly will call you with my itinerary. Good-bye Earest.

She sat back in her chair; a tired sigh was the only sound in the plush office until the intercom buzzed harshly into the silence.

“J.T.? Christy is here. Should I send her in to see you?”

Yes, Milly, please send her in, then call the airport and have the jet prepped. Tell them to be ready to fly to St Martin in two hours. That idiot I sent down there is about to blow the Maho deal.

Oh, and call security. I want Earnest watched until I’m on the island and he’s out of my offices.

I’m going to need help. Er…can you travel?

There was no answer to her question, so J.T. raised her eyes to the doorway, expecting to see Milly come through from the outer office. Instead, a vision in red stepped into the office. J.T. smiled and wondered if this was the way Henry Higgins felt on viewing the transformed Eliza Doolittle. It was a good thing J.T. was pretty much shock proof, otherwise she was sure her chin would have hit the desk in surprise. Not to mention delight. Dear lord, the girl, no the woman, was stunning!

“Good Morning, Miss Burke. Milly said to tell you she’d be in as soon as she made the calls you requested.”

Very good, Christy. Why don’t you have a seat and tell me about your shopping while we wait.

Christy chatted about her shopping expedition and trip to the beauty salon while J.T. struggled to focus on the details. It was difficult though when all she wanted to focus on was the cleavage that peeked from between the lapels of Christys’ jacket and the thighs that were only barely covered by the short skirt that completed the suit. It was with a sense of relief that she welcomed Milly into the office.

“You’re all set J.T. and to answer your question; no, I can’t travel. I guess your new assistant is going to have to learn on the job. I’ll brief her before your flight.”

It wasn’t what she had intended, but J.T. found herself pleased with the idea of taking her new assistant with her. The flight wasn’t long, but she’d have Christy all to herself for the duration. There would also be time on the island to get to know the young woman; intimately.

Very well.

Christy, looks like you’re going to the Caribbean with me. I trust you have your passport?

“The Caribbean? Passport? Yes, I have a passport. I got it when my French class took a field trip to Paris. I’ve never used it, I didn’t make the trip with the rest of the class, but I’ve got my passport.”

Good. Milly, have Sacs take care of her travel needs. Anything they can’t supply we’ll take care of on island, and please have my things attended to, looks like I’m on the road again. No, check that

She smiled at Christy, and stepped forward to where the dazed woman stood. J.T. meant to place a reassuring pat on Christys shoulder, but instead touched her cheek, letting her fingertips linger for the briefest of moments before moving away again.

we’re on the road. Christy, we leave in two hours. Meet me downstairs at the limo. That will be all ladies.

J.T. dismissed them and sat down at her desk without another word. But as her staff left the room she indulged herself in the view of Christys shapely bottom gently swaying as she walked away. Decent lingerie did make a difference, she thought. J.T. wondered how long it might take before she could see the bits of satin and lace that she knew were beneath the tight little skirt. The moisture between her thighs suggested that the unveiling would be well worth the wait.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

“More clothes from Sacs,” Christy smiled as she and Milly left J. T.’s office. “Some Capri’s would be nice, and some sleeveless tops, if were going to the Caribbean,” she added absently.

“Now listen girl, you better be damn good,” Milly said in response, “J. T. doesn’t have time to train you, though I ‘spect you’ll have some down time. Now, let me brief you as best I can.”

Christy’s hand went to her cheek, where J. T. had touched it, she turned her head and looked back into her office, blushing some when see saw J. T. watching her. She smiled as she passed beyond the doorway.

“Do you have to go back to your room to get your passport,” Milly was saying.

“Ah…no, I think I have it here,” Christy said opening her purse and reaching in. “Yeah, here it is,” she said, pulling it out to show Milly.

“Good…at least something is going right. Let me show you the files on the Caribbean properties,” Milly said opening the file cabinet. “You don’t need to read them all, just get a quick understanding of what’s going on….that way you won’t be in the dark when J. T. starts talking to Earnest.”

She handed the files to Christy indicating for her to sit. Milly picked up the phone and made a call to Sacs. For the next hour and forty-five minutes, Christy absorbed herself in the files, reading, getting a gist of the real properties J. T. was trying to acquire. She was glad she had taken the two semesters of real estate in school, although she didn’t think she would need it this soon.

“Time to go Christy, the limo is downstairs,” Milly said, sitting on the edge of the desk, rubbing her bulging stomach. “Just listen to J. T., and learn. Do whatever she says, understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” Christy said handing the folder back to her.

As Christy made her way downstairs, she noticed several of the male employees sticking their heads out of the office doors to watch her go by. She tried to will herself invisible, she was almost repulsed by all the testosterone wafting about the air. She knew she shouldn’t feel that way, that she should be elated by all the attention, but for some reason it was repugnant. She quickened her step, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she walked across the main lobby and out the door to the waiting limo. The driver held the limo door as she slipped into the seat. She let out a sigh of relief as she collapsed against the leather seat. She didn’t understand why she had felt that way, but she found herself waiting impatiently for J. T. to show up. Everything seemed to be working out for the best. She had lost one job but found an other and a new friend along with it, and now she was going to the Caribbean.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The door to the limo closed with a whispered thud. Finally, they were on their way. J.T. allowed herself a small sigh. The past few hours had been hellish, but strangely invigorating. Just like the old days she made decisions from her gut, not taking time for the stacks of reports and recommendations. Now she was free, and in beautiful company.

So, are we on schedule?

“Yes, J.T. we’re right on schedule and the driver said that we’d be clear to leave as soon as we get to the airport.”

Christy sounded a little like a young Milly as she spoke. Perhaps she’ll do after all, J.T. thought.

Well done, dear. We’ll make an assistant of you yet.

J.T. patted Christy’s knee as she spoke, then left her hand resting on the stocking covered flesh. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against the seat. The day already seemed long and there was so much left to do. Idly J.T. let her fingertips play over Christy’s skin. It wasn’t until something cold and wet dropped onto the back of her hand did J.T. recall where she was and her eyes flew open. What she saw made her draw a breath. Christy sat still as a statue, her face slightly flushed, lips parted and moist; her eyes were hidden behind pale shaded lids. The intrusive drop of water had fallen from the wine bottle that Christy clutched in one hand; a long stemmed glass rested precariously in the other.

J.T. saw from the scenery that they would soon be at the airport. She reigned in her desires, reluctantly removed her hand from the shapely leg where it rested and spoke in a light tone.

Ah, wine! Milly tell you I’d need a glass to settle me before the plane? Well, why don’t we both have one? Just to celebrate your first business trip as the Executive Assistant to the CEO of Burke Properties?

They toasted Christy’s job, Millys baby, and the new property that J.T. hoped to buy in the Caribbean. By the time they arrived at the airport they had each finished a full glass of the chilled wine, and J.T. had convinced Christy that a second glass was in order since the bottle was already open. A little alcohol would keep Christy relaxed and hopefully loosen her inhibitions, or at least her tongue.

J.T. had decided to learn a little more about Christy on the trip. How she felt about men, and women. . . J.T. was especially interested in how Christy felt about women.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

Christy looked down at the hand lying on her knee. She smiled inwardly as she thought about the touch to her cheek earlier, and the word JT had just spoken.

I’ll be the best darn assistant you ever had Miss Burke, you just wait and see. She told herself.

“She’ll need a drink before she gets on the plane,” Milly had told her. “She doesn’t fly well without a drink. The chauffeur will have something in the limo.”

As soon as JT leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, Christy reached for the wrapped bottle in the ice bucket and gentle pulled it out reading the label.

‘Cabernet Sauvignon, Napa Valley, California’

A little piece of home, she thought as she pulled on the corkscrew the driver had inserted. She slid open the little door in the limo door, where the driver had told her the glasses would be and took one out. She marveled at the luxury of the limo, thinking she could get used to this lifestyle quickly.

She started to pour the wine when she felt JT’s fingers begin to lazily play with the flesh along her knee. A flush ran through her body and she froze. The sensation was electrifying but she didn’t know why. It was just a simple touch, casual, unobtrusive.

Then just as quickly JT pulled her hand away wiping the drop of water from the back of it.

“Ah, wine! Milly tell you I’d need a glass to settle me before the plane? Well, why don’t we both have one? Just to celebrate your first business trip as the Executive Assistant to the CEO of Burke Properties?” JT said.

“Ah….ah huh,” Christy stammered, trying to regain her composure. “Yes….wine….Milly told me you would need,….I mean want a drink before you got on the plane.”

Christy poured the glass nearly full and handed it to JT before turning and taking another from the glass holder.

“That sounds nice,” she said, grinning, pouring her own glass full. “Executive Assistant to the CEO of Burke Properties. Thank you Miss Burke, thank you for this wonderful opportunity. I promise not to let you down.”

Christy leaned back against the seat sipping the wine, her knee moving an inch or two closer toward JT, seemingly of its own accord.

“This wine is from California you know, same as me,” she quipped.

“Yes dear, that’s were we meant, remember,” JT replied.

“Oh yeah,” Christy blushed.

So, tell me Christy, is there a special boy waiting for you back in California?” JT asked.

“No,” Christy sighed. “No special boys. I dated a couple of boys in High School but they all seemed so pushy and ‘pawey’ ya know. The just want to grab, and pinched and grope you all the time.”

“So, I take it you are a virgin then,” JT asked smiling.

Christy blushed nearly as red as the silk jacket she wore, as red as the Cabernet she quickly gulped down.

“No ma’am,” she whispered, her eyes staring into her empty glass. “Once…but it was an accident….I mean I thought it was the right thing to do. But then he went and told all his friends. I never felt so humiliated in my whole life. It was the last time I ever went out with a boy.”

“More wine dear, we shouldn’t let it go to waste,” JT said, more as a command than a question, leaning across Christy to reach for the bottle.

“Here, let me,” Christy said coming out of her embarrassment.

Their hands closed around the slender neck of the bottle at the same time, their faces inches from each other. Christy’s lips parted slightly and her nostrils flared as she inhaled the sweet scent of JT’s nearness. JT paused in her movement, turning slightly to look into Christy’s face. Christy’s pulsed raced as she stared into JT’s eyes, then down to her mouth. She leaned closer, her own lips parting more.

My God! What am I doing. I almost kissed her. Stop it! Stop it Christine, stop it right now, stop it or you’ll lose this job too.

“It….it’s my job,” she said, her eyes turning to the bottle, her breath quick and ragged.

“So it is,” JT replied, releasing the neck of the bottle.

Christy’s eyes closed as she felt JT’s hand slid from under hers.

What’s happening to me? It’s the wine, it has to be the wine. she told herself.

“So, a special girl then,….waiting back home,” JT said, bringing Christy back to herself.

Christy took a deep breath as she pulled the bottle out of the ice bucket and turned back to JT.

“There’s Ellen, we grew up together. She’s my best friend. I was her bridesmaid when she got married last year,” Christy replied concentrating on pouring the wine and avoiding JT’s eyes. “Except we hardly see each other any more. Her husband is so controlling. Men are like that I think. We used to go shopping and stuff, you know at K-mart.”

She looked down at the red silk outfit she had on, then up at JT, blushing once again.

“Thank you Miss Burke, I mean for the job…..and here’s to Milly and Milly’s baby and to success in the Caribbean…what ever that might be.”

Christy raised her glass in toast sipping at the wine.

“Oh look, airplanes,” she said looking out the window. “I think we’re almost at the airport.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

The limo driver opened the rear door and J.T. stepped from the car. She’d removed her jacket earlier, knowing it wouldn’t be needed on the island and so wore only a light silk blouse with her slacks. The body she usually kept hidden beneath tailored suits was revealed as she stretched and stepped away from the door. When a sudden cool breeze made her shiver, she laughed, thinking she’s soon be in warmer climes.

J.T. watched with pleasure as Christy began ease her way to the edge of the seat, her lithe body sliding over the smooth leather, raising her short skirt enticingly. One finely shod foot appeared first, followed by a long expanse of leg. Nearly too late, it occurred to J.T. that the girl might be a little tipsy. They’d finished the bottle, and Christy probably wasn’t used to drinking this early in the day; if at all.

Christy, take my hand. I’ll help you out.

“No, I’m fine. J.T., just ”

Christy stood and two things conspired to contradict her statement; the heel of one shoe landed on a stone causing her to stumble, and J.T. pulled her forward, into her arms. She held her for a moment, letting the warmth of the other woman soak through the barrier of her clothing. With Christy in heels they were nearly the same height and as they stood there, their breasts pressed together, J.T. thought she could feel the points of Christys nipples not far from her own.

“f..f..fine.”

J.T. lowered her gaze; taking in the fine cheeks, pert nose and delicately shaped lips. Then, her eyes settled on the creamy breasts that were so perfectly framed by the red silk of Christys suit.

Yes, you are fine.

The voice that was normally so controlled sounded a little shaky as J.T. spoke. She placed a finger beneath Christy chin, raised it up and made the other woman look her in the eyes.

You are very fine, indeed.

J.T. let her lips brush against Christys before she released her. It was an impulsive thing to do, but she couldn’t help it. The soft sweet feel of the rose petal lips was worth the risk, and J.T. felt her desire for Christy increase ten-fold. She would have to go slowly, but she determined in that moment to seduce the young woman before they returned to the states.

Without further delay they boarded the private jet and were soon in the air, winging their way to the Caribbean. J.T. expected that it would take a week or more to complete the real-estate transaction. That would be more than enough time to taste all of Christys charms, and to show her how pleasurable sex could really be.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

As the private jet rose to cruising altitude, the thinner air had a ten-fold effect on the wine Christy had drunk. She turned to JT sitting beside her, trying to focus her eyes.

“You kished me (hic, giggle),” she slurred. “I was gonna kish you, bu you kished me firsht. (hic, giggle, hic) Girls shoudda kish each other, (hic, hic) shouda da.”

Christy’s head wobbled slightly as she tried to focus on JT’s lips, her own lips pursing in a kiss. Her eyes slid up to JT’s, and she looked at her for a long moment, her eyebrows lifting in a questioning expression.

(hic, giggle)”Do we gaawt any smore wine,” she slurred. (hic, hic)

“I think you’ve had enough wine dear,” JT replied.

“Me too,” Christy said, her eyebrows coming together in the center. “Et never boddered me like this afore.”

“I think it is the altitude mixed with the wine.”

“Et mush be. (hic, hic, giggle) Can I lay my head down.”

Without waiting for a reply, Christy tucked her hand under JT’s arm and laid her head on her shoulder. As she relaxed, her knees spread causing her skirt to ride above the lace tops of her ‘stay ups’. She sat there for a long time consumed with hiccups and giggles, holding on to JT’s arm as if she was going to get away. Finally the hiccups left her along with the giggles. Christy tried to make small talk as the sat there, hoping that Macy’s had gotten her ‘Caribbean clothes’, as she called them, on board.

A commercial flight would have taken would have taken around two hours to get to their destination, but they weren’t on a commercial flight. They made it to their destination in less that an hour and a half. Time and lower altitudes sobered Christy up as they made their final descent.

“I’m sorry,” she said to JT, lifting her head off her shoulder, “Wine never did that to me before. I didn’t mean to be rude, about the kiss, I mean.”

Christy was now worried that her brazen behavior had endangered her job. She reached down and straightened her skirt, trying to be professional again. As the jet landed and the door opened, they made their way to the exit. The blast of hot humid Caribbean air hit Christy like a hot slap in the face. She reached over and grabbed JT’s arm once again to steady herself.

“Still a bit woozy,” she said, smiling at her boss. “You don’t mind do you?”

As they walked across the tarmac to the small terminal, Christy wondered what it would be like to really kiss an other woman. The thought of being gay hadn’t even crossed her mind. But her near kiss and the light peck that JT had given her had sparked something deep in her she didn’t understand. All she knew was she was drawn to this beautiful woman, her boss, for some reason. JT radiated a confidence, a self-assuredness that Christy felt, it seemed to match her own, only without JT’s experience. She knew if she kept her job after her little drunkenness, that JT would teach her things that might take her years to learn.

She held her chin high, and JT’s arm as the walked into the terminal.

“So, you gonna fire this guy,” she said glancing sideways at JT.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Any plans that J.T. had for the seduction of Christy on the plane were put to rest soon after take off. The young woman was clearly too intoxicated to know her own mind. Though J.T. wholeheartedly approved of a glass of wine to reduce ones inhibitions, she had never stooped to using alcohol or drugs to have a woman, or man for that matter, that she wanted. No, she much preferred her lovers to be willing and alert during sex. While the former may have applied to Christy, the latter did not. The delightful glimpse of bare thigh was nearly her undoing though; the urge to kiss and lick the delicate skin above those stockings was intense. Later, she promised herself silently, later.

Finally the swift craft arrived at their destination. J.T. mentally went through the details of their transportation, thinking that Christy would be of no use to her for some time yet. Therefore, it was with some surprise that she heard Christy speak as they crossed the hot tarmac.

“Still a bit woozy…you don’t mind do you?” she said, then smiled and took J.T. by the arm.

J.T. didn't mind, in fact, she liked the way that Christy pressed herself close to J.T.s side. The terminal was cool, when they entered and J.T. heard Christy sigh gratefully at the temperature and, she assumed, the dimmer indoor lighting.

“So, you gonna fire this guy” the young woman asked as they stood in line to have their passports stamped.

Already done. He’ll only be around long enough to make some introductions. Then its just the two of us taking on the island big shots. Think you’re up to it?

“Abso…abso…lutly I’m ready. Just tell me what to do. Milly said to listen and do whatever you said.”

Well, first thing we need to do is get you to the villa. I think you need a nap before you fall down and embarrass us both. Then we’ll see what we see.

At the gate to the private parking area and Christy leaned against J.T. in relief. An unfamiliar feeling of protectiveness came over the hardened executive and she wrapped her arms around Christy, supporting her while their luggage was loaded into the rental car. When the trunk closed J.T. shook Christy gently.

Christy, lets get you into the car. Its time to go to Paradise.

“Paradise?” came the soft question.

Yes, dear, Paradise, my house. Your room is all ready for you there. Just get into the car like a good girl and I’ll soon have you in bed.

J.T. sighed, wishing that she’d be getting Christy into bed for other reasons, but contented herself with the fantasy that she might still have that too.

The drive to the house was short, and J.T. managed to get Christy inside with a minimal amount of effort. A note in the foyer alerted her that the part-time housekeeper Maria was out shopping, but that their rooms were prepared. She led Christy to her room and turned down sheet on the queen-sized bed. Christy stood by, looking, as J.T.’s father would have said, “half in the bag” and nearly asleep on her feet.

Without a word, J.T. began to gently remove Christys clothing. First the blouse, which when removed revealed a lovely silk charmeuse that lovingly hugged the swell of perfect breasts. Next the red skirt dropped to the floor revealing softly curved hips, and the long legs that J.T. had only glimpsed on the plane. More than anything, J.T. wanted to bare all that tempting skin, but held herself in check.

After sitting Christy on the bed, J.T. knelt and slipped off Christys shoes, then raised touched the top of the thigh high stockings. She took a deep breath, and slowly rolled the fine silk down each leg. Her hands moved softly, lingering only for a moment on the soft inner thigh of one leg or the back of the knee on the other. The job complete, she congratulated herself once again on her control, then finished tucking the now nodding beauty beneath the cotton sheet. J.T. placed a kiss on the rose petal lips of her assistant and quietly left the room.

The post-flight, thwarted seduction energy running through her body needed to be discharged. J.T. headed for the villas modest pool in the hope that she could relax a bit after several laps in the warm clear water. As was her custom, she swam in the nude, her lithe body cutting cleanly through the water, lap after lap, after lap. Finally, she climbed from the water and stretched out on a double lounger nearby where she'd decided to wait for Christy to wake up. Moments after laying down in the golden glow of the dying day, she too was sound asleep.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

Christy woke nearly two hours later. The last she remembered was the delightful sensation of being undressed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been undressed by someone else, perhaps her mother when she was small. Her skin tingled as she thought about the touch of JT’s fingers as they played along the back of her legs. It didn’t seem right that she should feel that way from an other girl touching her, other woman, JT was certainly not some rattled headed girl, like she was. And then there was that last kiss again. Christy wrapped her arms around the pillow, burying her face in it. She’d wanted it to go on, to last longer, she’d wanted to reach up and pull JT down on top of her, to feel her lips against her own.

“No,” she whispered pushing the pillow away, “it’s not right….I shouldn’t feel that way.”

Her lipstick had left a perfect impression on the pillowcase. She looked at it, slowly moving her face closer at the same time pulling the pillow nearer her face. Her lips pursed as she touched them to the pillow, imaging the red smear to be JT's.

JT, she thought, where is JT…..were am I?

She released the pillow and flung the covers back, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“JT,” she whispered quietly.”

She rose from the bed, clad only in the charmeuse and matching panties and padded barefoot to the door. She looked up and down the dark hall seeing no one. She had no idea where she was or where JT was, except that JT had said something about her house and Paradise. Anxiously she stepped into the hallway.

“Miss Burke,” she whispered louder.

The light was on farther down the hall, so she went in that direction only to step into a luxurious living area.

“Miss Burke,” she said fully aloud, the anxiety strong in her voice. “Where are you?”

The sky was dark through the glass of the double French doors, one of witch stood partially open. Christy went to the door and looked out into a garden area. A few yards away was a brightly lit area and a lighted pool. She could make out someone laying on a lounger.

“Miss Burke,” she whispered again as she stepped into the garden.

The garden was full of exotic plants, the ‘Rose Trumpet’ tree, with profuse flower clusters at branch tips in rose color, with white throats, and the ‘Jacaranda Mimosifolia’ with it’s lavender blue flowers. Scattered on the ground were an array of multi-colored flowers of every description and perfume, and plants that Christy had only imagined as houseplants, Philodendrons, and Ficus. As she walked nearer the figure on the chase she saw Bromeliads tucked in the niches of the trees, in hues of red, and Orchids in pale shades of white and purple. Against the back corner of the garden was the most beautiful plant she’d ever seen, but she recognized it from pictures. It was a ‘Bird of Paradise’ with it’s flower head of orange and white, like the head of some mythical stork, and there laying at it’s feet, like an offering to the Gods of beauty, was the sleeping naked form of JT Burke.

Christy’s heart skipped a beat or two as her eyes swept up an down the sleeping form. Her lips parted as her breath quickened, her pulse began to race. Her eyes traveled up JT’s legs, pausing at her butt. She wondered what it would feel like to touch it, to run the palm of her hand over the gentle swell. She continued up JT’s side, to the bulge of her breast as it pressed into the lounger. Her tongue played at her bottom lip as she took in JT’s body.

She had to tear her eyes away and jerk her head to the side.

“No….no, it’s not right,” she told herself.

She looked at the shimmering water in the pool, then slowly descended the steps into the water, still wearing the charmeuse and panties. She took a deep breath and submerged to the bottom of the pool. Her eyes squeezed tight trying to force the image of JT from her mind, to no avail. She shook her head, trying to force the thoughts out, her hair floating about her head like some mousey brown seaweed. As she sat at the bottom of the pool, devoid of sight, sound, all sensation, except the beating of her own heart, her mind raced, connection after connection making contact, making decisions of who she was, or who she would become. Her heart pounded harder faster, in her ears, as she ran out of air. She broke the surface of the water gasping for breath. She slowly climbed the stairs, stopping at the edge of the pool to drop the charmeuse and panties where she stood.

She slowly walked to the chase lounger and looked down at the sleeping form of JT. She squeezed the water from her hair and let it run down her back. Naked and wet, she lay down beside JT, her head on her hands as she stared into JT’s face.

“Is this Paradise,” she asked in a whisper?

 

[Lady_Kit]

It is for me. At least its the closest thing to paradise I’m likely to find. It is the one place that I can be myself.

J.T. twisted and raised herself up on one elbow. She looked at Christy, stretched full length on the lounger and as nude as J.T. herself was, but seemingly not as comfortable in her skin. “And what lovely skin it is,” J.T. thought. The moonlight painted Christys’ skin with highlights and shadows that J.T. was eager to explore further; Christys wet hair gave her the chance.

A pile of towels lay on the next chaise. J.T. pulled one from the stack and used it to mop the water from Christys’ back, then started on the long hair that still dripped slightly. Her gentle ministrations soon had the worst of the water removed. J.T. touched Christy in silence, half afraid that words would break the fragile moment. Though her skin was dry, J.T. continued to rhythmically stroke Christy with the towel. She’d once seen a jockey stroke a skittish filly in the same way, making the trembling creature used to a loving touch. When there was no negative response to her caress, J.T. took the moment further, discarding the towel and laying her hand on the sensitive skin of Christys lower back. Then up the spine to perfect shoulders, and back down to the gently rounded ass.

“mmmm..m….mmmm” Christy purred quietly.

Encouraged, J.T. leaned close and placed a kiss on one shoulder, and let her hand linger for a moment longer on Christys bottom. A second kiss followed the first, this time the opposite shoulder, a slight stretch that resulted in the pressing of J.T.s breast against Christys back.

You have such soft skin, Christy…smooth, warm…very kissable. Do you mind if I kiss you?

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

Christy had never been naked with on other woman before, other than in the girls’ showers at school. She had looked at the other girls’ bodies, occasionally wondering what it would be like to touch another. She had always suppressed the thoughts though, thinking it wrong, against her moral upbringing.

But now, as JT dried her hair, it didn’t seem so wrong.

She’s only drying me. She told herself.

But it felt so good, yet she was still anxious. The touch of JT’s finger on her skin made her shiver with delight.

“mmmm..m….mmmm,” she purred as JT’s fingers moved across her ass.

None of her old boyfriends touch had ever made her feel this way. When she felt JT’s lips on her shoulder she gasped at the pleasure, her skin tingled with anticipation. The second kiss on the other shoulder and the press of JT’s breasts on her back was nearly more than she could take. The sensation was incredible.

“You have such soft skin, Christy…smooth, warm…very kissable. Do you mind if I kiss you?” She heard JT say.

Any resolve Christy may have had about this being wrong vanished with JT’s words. More than anything, she wanted to feel JT’s lips on her own. She turned under JT’s body her own breasts sliding against JT’s.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I would like that very much.”

Her hands come up as her fingertips tentatively touched JT’s skin, playing along her sides, they slide up JT’s naked back, her eyes wide with wonder, and anticipation.

 

[Lady_Kit]

For what seemed like an eternity J.T. gazed into Christys' trusting eyes. She wanted the moment to be special, Christy deserved that. Her hand slid from hip to the rounded curved of one breast; the traitorus hand stopped, swept lightly across the pale skin and hard rosy nipple. J.T. let her fingers trace Christys' fine collarbone. When her fingertips touched Christys jaw J.T. halted their movement. She leaned close, their breasts pressed together, and J.T. twisted back and forth, rubbing herself against Christys skin.

She bent forward until their lips touched; her light kiss was a whisper against Christys’ mouth.

More?

Christy nodded.

The kisses were firm, J.T. let them speak for her, let them make her intentions clear. She plucked at the sweetly curved lips with her own, pulling the lower between hers and sucking it gently. J.T. raised her head and looked at Christy.

Sweet, and intoxicating. You’re going to my head Christy, and if you don’t ask me to stop I won’t until I’ve had you.

Completely.

Then she kissed Christy again, putting all her desire into the moment. Her tongue dipped into the warm recess of Christys mouth, teasing a moan from Christy as their tongues touched. Or maybe it was J.T. herself who made the sound. It hardly mattered, in fact nothing mattered now but the touch and taste of the woman beneath her.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

The touch of JT’s naked body against her own was delightfully indescribable. The touch of her finger was wonderfully exciting, but the most pleasurable of all was her mouth pressed to her own. When the tip of her tongue meet JT’s, she knew that this was what she’d been missing her whole life.

She had never been told that loving another woman was wrong, she’d never been told anything. She felt like she’d awoken from a lazy dream, like she had stepped into the light. It all fell into place suddenly, the lack of interest in males, but not realizing what it was she was lacking.

Her hand slipped up the back of JT’s neck, her fingers entwining themselves in her hair. She opened her mouth wider, her tongue wrestling with JT’s. Her legs wrapped around JT’s, locking her body tight against her own. Her other hand glided down the naked back and over the swell of her ass. She gasped, breaking the kiss, as her fingers kneaded the soft firm flesh.

“Show me,” she whispered, her pleading eyes looking deep into JT’s. “Show me how.”

Christy felt like one of the exotic flowers that surrounded them. A sweet beautiful bud that was about to open it’s petals to the shining light of day.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Christys’ whispered words of encouragement broke the bonds that had held J.T.s need in check. She groaned aloud at the rush of desire thy released. The small hands on her ass squeezed and stroked; J.T. pressed closer trying make her body more accessible to the curious touch. She rolled slightly, pressing her leg between Christys until she could feel the moisture between them. The intimate touch brought a gasp from Christy and a satisfied chuckle from J.T..

Feels good, doesn’t it; soft smooth skin pressing against the tender lips of your pussy.

A moan was the only reply she received. She held her leg still; holding it imobile until Christy began to move against her.

Yes, baby. That’s it, show me that you want it.

Christy opened her eyes and met the blue gaze of her lover directly.

“Show me, J.T. show me what its like to be loved. Teach me to please you in return.”

J.T. shuddered at the raw need she heard in the melodic voice. Everything in the other woman spoke of her desire and J.T. vowed to make this the most magical night of Christys life.

She kissed Christy, letting her tongue tease and dance across the perfectly shaped mouth. A silent moan opened Christys mouth, and J.T. let her tongue dip inside to taste the sweet inner warmth. Her body tightened and quivered; she felt Christy begin to move her hands over her back, and then hesitantly brush the sides of her breasts.

J.T. slid lower, moving down until her mouth was level with the hard nipples that jutted from Christys breasts. She blew gently across the hard nub on the left breast, and captured the right with her fingertips. Christy cried out, then arched her back, offering herself up for more attention. J.T. obliged, quickly pulling the erect nipple into her hot mouth, wetting it with slow swirls of her tongue. Her talented fingers mimicked the action on the other nip, pulling and tugging gently with her fingers, while Christy writhed beneath the attention. J.T. shifted, moving her lips to the right breast, taking the nipple into her mouth and suckling the tit rhythmically. Christy had beautiful tits and J.T. enjoyed them for as long as possible, at least until her burning desire to taste the lower portions of the young body overcame her.

Soft kisses marked the path from breasts to delicate navel where J.T. paused to worship at the tiny feature on the flat landscape of Christys stomach. As she crawled and scooted backward, J.T. let her hands caress whatever they touched, stopping only when they reached the gentle curve of Christys hips.

The faint scent of desire reached her nostrils as her face came level with the mound at the juncture of Christys thighs. With a pleased sigh J.T. laid her cheek against the soft curls she found there, and nuzzled her face against the warm flesh. Christy lay with her legs slightly spread, one leg raised and bent at the knee. J.T. laid kisses down the flattened leg, stopped at the knee and then raised it to match its mate. With tender hands she pressed the thighs apart. Like a flower Christys sex lay display in its wet pink perfection.

Beautiful…just beautiful.

J.T. whispered reverently. She sat back on her knees and gazed in wonder at the creature laying against the vividly printed cushion. Desire coursed through her, and something more that she pushed aside for the moment, but the emotion was evident in the tender way that she laid her hands, one on each thigh, and bent to touch the delicate lips of Christys sex. At the first touch J.T. was lost and with an eagerness she hadn’t felt in a long time she deeply kissed the soft warm pussy.

 

[MzVickie]

Christine Carter

The feel of JT’s leg between her own was a pleasure she had never known before. Christy arched her hips forward to meet the press of JT’s thigh.

“Show me, J.T. show me what its like to be loved. Teach me to please you in return.”

Christy parted her lips to let JT’s tongue enter her mouth, savoring the taste of this beautiful woman above her. She wanted to taste, and feel and enjoy what was happening to her. She let her hands trail along the soft female flesh of JT’s back, then up her sides. She wanted to hold JT’s breasts in hers hands but wasn’t sure if she should. Before she had the chance, JT moved down her body.

“Oh oooh,” she cried as JT’s pinched her nipple and blew across the other.

She nearly swooned when JT took her nipple into her mouth. She tried to push her nipple deeper into sucking mouth.

As JT kissed her way down her body, Christy realized what JT was about to do. This would be the ultimate taboo, the breaking of all the moral rules she knew. Her mind raced with the consequences, her body shivered with anticipation as JT lay her head on stomach.

Please…..please, don’t stop…don’t stop, please. the thought raced through her mind.

And then, the touch of JT’s lips against her pussy. Christy grabbed the sides of the chase lounge, gripping it tight.

“Oh my God,” was all she could squeak out.

Both her knees came up and slowly widened. She shivered as she felt JT’s tongue part the lips of her pussy seeking out her clit. It felt so incredibly wonderful Christy had to raise her head to see if what she was feeling was real. She looked down to see JT’s looking up at her. She gave a weak giddy smile then let her head flop back on the cushion.

It was real, wonderfully, deliciously real. She arched her pelvis up to press against JT’s mouth, her legs spreading even farther. She lay there lost in this wonderful sensation, as this woman, her boss, and mentor lapped at her pussy.

She had allowed her old boyfriend to do this once, but it didn’t feel anything close to what she was feeling now. She felt her body tensing as JT continued her oral manipulations. This too was a new sensation she had never felt. Her toes curled over as she pushed her pelvis tighter into JT’s face, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the chase lounger. Her panting coming faster and faster as she pressed her head into the cushion, her breasts rising into the warm night air of paradise. And then the release came.

“Oh my God……..Oh my God…..Ooooh mmmyyyy Gooooood!!!” she wailed as the orgasm swept through her.

Her hips made short jerky motions against JT’s face that she couldn’t control. Her body was no longer hers to command. It belonged to the woman that lay between her legs now. Her face was contorted in the agony of ecstasy, her eyes squeezed tight shut to the outside world as a new and wonderful world opened for her.

She knew with every quiver, every tensed muscle, that this was the world she belonged in.

As her orgasm lessened, Christy reached down, groping for JT. She found her hand and pulled her up. Her fingers entwined in JT’s hair, she pulled her closer, pressing her mouth to hers. She worked her mouth against JT’s, tasting herself.

“Please,” she said breathlessly, breaking the kiss, “please show me how to do that.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

J.T. laughed gently at the earnest beauty beneath her.

“Please, J.T. Show me what to do to make you feel like that. I want…I want….I don’t know if I can, don’t know how to…to…well, to do that.”

Shhh, Luv.

She smiled down at Christine, then slowly, softly pressed her lips against the trembling pink petals of Christines’ mouth.

I’m afraid that showing you would require another woman, and as entertaining as that would be, right now I want you all to myself. Besides, its really very easy to make love to another women. Just touch her the way you want to be touched. Imagine that you’re caressing your own body, pleasuring yourself. I warn you though, women can be addictive. Especially women like you.

“Like me?”

Yes, beautiful, like you. Your lips just beg to be kissed and when I touch them with my own, I can help but want to coax them apart so that I can taste the sweetness within.

J.T. placed one hand along Christines jaw, and slowly brought her mouth down to demonstrate the truth of her words. Though she fought for control, she couldn’t seem to move as slowly as she’d planned. Christine parted her lips in welcome, then seemed to discover her own desires. J.T. moaned as she felt Christine respond to the kiss; shuddered with desire as a hot tongue darted into her hungry mouth. Her voice was a little breathless when she raised her head to look down at the woman beneath her.

I think you’re going to be a very quick study, my dear. Why don’t we take your lessons into the house? My bed is much more comfortable than this chaise.

She rose from the lounger, and extended a hand to the sensual creature that lay upon the flowered canvas. Languidly, Christine took her hand and stood up. J.T. couldn’t resist pulling the small woman close, and kissing her passionately. As she plunged her tongue into the heated space of Christines mouth, J.T. couldn’t stop thinking of the delicious taste of those other lips and the hot wet tunnel between Christines thighs.

Silently they walked back into the villa though French doors that opened into the master suite. A four-poster bed of a local design dominated the room. On tables at each side of the bed, and around the room candles glowed, bathing everything with in a soft radiance. J.T. pulled Christine down onto the soft pillows and coverlet, reversing their earlier positions and holding Christine atop her prone body. J.T. cradled Christines hips between her legs, felt the slight pressure of Christings sex against her own. J.T. slid her hands down Christines back until they rested on the curving mounds of the young womans ass, then she pulled the delightfully feminine body tight against her own.

Now, about those lessons. Lets start with kissing, shall we? Then we’ll just work down the list from there.

The touch of soft lips against hers brought a sigh of pleasure from J.T. and for a time, the only other sounds came from the wind and waves of the island paradise outside.

 

[MzVickie]

Christy

“Now, about those lessons. Lets start with kissing, shall we? Then we’ll just work down the list from there,” JT said.

It sounded like the perfect place to start to Christy. Any shyness or misgivings she may have had were thrown to the gentle tropical breeze. Laid out the length of JT’s body she placed her mouth against hers. She did know about kissing, it was one of her favorite things to do, but this was different. JT’s lips were soft and sweet, and of course there would be no whisker burns. She nearly giggled at the thought, one of the benefits of kissing a woman. She placed several quick kisses on JT’s lips, the room sounded with the gentle smacking of each one. She reached up and placed her hands along JT’s face, and her lips tight against hers. She worked her mouth, sucking the womans lips into her own mouth. She let her tongue slide across the soft lips, then gently part them to slide into her mouth. The taste of JT’s mouth was heavenly as their tongues twisted and twirled around each other, pushing and prodding.

Christy raised her head, gasping for breath. She wanted more, much more. She wanted to give JT pleasure. Her words came to her mind.

Besides, its really very easy to make love to another women. Just touch her the way you want to be touched. Imagine that you’re caressing your own body, pleasuring yourself. I warn you though, women can be addictive. Especially women like you.

Women like me, she thought. She had never thought herself special, a little out of place at times, but now she understood why she had felt like that.

Just touch her the way you want to be touched. She tried to think of the things that brought her pleasure. Slowly she began to kiss down JT’s neck. She had always liked that, she liked to have her breasts caressed as well. She let her hand move down the warm skin and cover JT’s firm breast. They were larger, plumper than her own, but no less firm. She hesitated, unsure what to do next. Then her thumb and finger closed around the nipple of their own accord, instinctively almost. She heard a soft sigh from JT and smiled inwardly. Slowly she continued to kiss her way down JT’s front, until her mouth was directly over the other nipple.

Could she....did she dare? She licked her lips as they descended onto the taunt nipple, encasing the entire aureole in her mouth. Just touch her the way you want to be touched. She began to suck gently, then a little harder, as her other hand continued to caress the other nipple. Greedily she sucked the nipple, like a hunger babe at her mothers breast. She was hunger, hunger for this delicious woman that lay beneath her. She wanted to taste her all, every part of her. Quickly she released the nipple and moved to the other, and for several minutes she alternated back and forth, unable to get enough of the sweet tasting flesh.

But she was being greedy. She was supposed to be doing this for JTs pleasure not her own. Just touch her the way you want to be touched. Imagine that you’re caressing your own body, pleasuring yourself. Christy let her hand slide down JT’s belly toward the pubic hairs. It was a moment of truth. Tentatively her fingers slipped through the soft hairs and over JT’s sex. caressing your own body Christy took a deep breath as she let her finger touch the nub hidden from her view. Slowly her finger moved down and parted the moist lips, slipping into JT’s velvety pussy.

“Oh my god,” she whispered to herself, “that feels incredible.”

She let her fingers work around the inside of JT’s pussy, trying to do those things that made her self feel good. But she knew she wanted to do more, to taste the place her fingers were. She moved farther down and lay between JT’s parted legs. She looked at the sweet delicious forbidden fruit that lay before her. She removed her fingers and moved her mouth closer, inhaling the heady perfume. Her eyes closed as she lowered her mouth to cover this wonderful womans pussy.

Imagine that you’re caressing your own body, pleasuring yourself. Christy didn’t need to think that anymore, she knew exactly what she was doing now. She let her tongue tickle its way up and down the wet slit, delighting in the flavor on her tongue. Then up to take the sweet little clitty between her lips. Gently she sucked, twirling her tongue around and around, then back down to the wet slit, pulling more delicious tastes from this gorgeous woman.

This gorgeous woman, she thought. This woman was her boss, her mentor, her......lover.

This is paradise. she thought as she pressed her mouth tighter.