Sylvia’s eyes took in every inch of Celine’s figure as she stripped off her clothes and put on the soft kimono. “Screw it,” Celine said, “let’s just get bombed.” The liquor cabinet was another surprise, hidden and fully stocked. Sylvia made them a pitcher of drinks made from dark high proof Caribbean Rum and the fresh meat and milk from a coconut and some other tropical fruit juices, mixed in a slurry of ice. It was delicious.
Sylvia again took Celine’s hand and led her to the large hot tub in the back beneath an arbor of blossoming honeysuckle. “God I fell in love with this house the minute I walked inside it,” Celine said.
“I was sure you would, I felt the same way when I first saw it,” Sylvia said, dropping her kimono to the stone deck surrounding the hot tub, “that’s why I bought it.”
Stunned, Celine dropped her kimono and sat on the edge of the hot tub. “You bought it?” she asked.
With a bright tinkle of laughter Sylvia said, “Of course, I bought all the houses on the “A”, “B”, and “C” lists. We’re not just common courtesans darling, our work involves more real business decisions and real intellectual challenge than any other management job I’ve ever seen. That’s why Peter’s selection process is so demanding…and it’s also the reason he set you such outrageous tasks.” She smiled, “You’re only the second candidate that has made it past Raul and Pablo.” Her wide smile made it clear that she herself was that candidate.
“Wow,” was all Celine was prepared to say as she slid into the hot scented water.
“Wow,” Sylvia repeated as she slid into the open arms of Celine. They kissed, long and thoroughly. Their hands began to wander lazily.
“Oh my god!” Sylvia’s muffled voice was whimpering from between Celine’s slick thighs, her lips buried in Celine’s waxed and shaved pussy. Celine would have responded in kind, but her tongue was pointed and penetrating Sylvia’s puckered ass, while her thumb vigorously rubbed at Sylvia’s swollen clit. Sylvia bucked uncontrollably as Celine began to cum beneath her. They made a perfect pale ball on the midnight blue silk sheets of Celine’s new canopied bed.
The third pitcher of the tropical drink was finished, and Celine’s fingers were clenched in fists, bunching the midnight blue silk of her sheets as Sylvia lapped between her widely spread thighs. She shrieked in ecstasy as she came, the muscles in her hard belly and thighs rippling in the dim light.
The two women lay in the huge bed, fully entwined and sweating profusely. “God I’m thirsty,” Celine said. Sylvia laughed and half sat up, reaching for the open rum bottle and splashing some between her opened thighs. “You greedy slut!” Celine laughed as she dove between Sylvia’s spread legs, lapping eagerly at the fiery fluid and the soaking pussy.
The two women lay exhausted finally, tangled in the sheets of the massive bed. “Something makes him the way he is,” Sylvia whispered drowsily, “Something or someone damaged that man terribly and I’ve never been able to penetrate the last coating on the shell he’s built around himself. That’s why I only lasted three years, I couldn’t get through to him the way he did to me.” She was crying and Celine could feel the hot tears on her naked chest where Sylvia lay. “Take care of him Celine, he needs someone he can trust…I tried and tried, but I still couldn’t beat that last barrier. I think you can.”
Celine met with an attorney two days later, and he reviewed her contracts. He looked them over and sat back staring at the expensively dressed beautiful woman before him. He was handsome in a Rhett Butler kind of way, and he wasn’t used to being so coolly appraised by attractive women as he was by this one. He had been evaluated and judged an acceptable bedmate by this woman, he was certain, but it was an objective evaluation and he knew it…he had about as much chance with this woman as he did of going to the moon.
“These contracts offer you every imaginable fallback position, and the dollar amounts are significantly higher than you could expect in a similar job situation,” he said, carefully choosing his words, “but the con side is that you are contractually obliged to literally be his personal slave…and everything that implies.” He had no desire to get into a discussion of sexual attitudes here, but he did want to be sure she understood totally the depth of her commitment. “Specifically, you have agreed not to hold him or the corporation liable for sexual harassment proceedings, even if he treats you like a whore.”