All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Dressing carefully in a skintight black skirt which rides high and tight across my upper thighs and ass, a soft pink conservative button-up blouse, a little tight so the space between the top two buttons gape open slightly. I have chosen my lingerie with the same careful attention, A lightweight shelf bra which showcases ample breasts, black Silk nylons supported by pink and black garters, highlight my shapely legs. The panties I leave at home, I am instructed to give him unobstructed access.
A quick look in the mirror confirms my makeup is expertly done, hair pulled up, a few curly strands escaping to frame my face and neck. By the front door, a pair of black, strappy, five-inch stilettos completes my preparations.
The drive is short, but at least gives me a few moments to go over the plan in my head which now has my stomach in knots. I am excited, but also nervous we had taken every conceivable scenario into account but it was possible that we missed something, actually, it was quite probable. I did not want to get caught how would I explain it? It would be so very embarrassing.
I pull into the parking lot taking a space a bit away from the entrance. I check the mirror once more, and carefully I lock the car. My heels tap out a steady rhythm, heart beating faster. By the time I pull open the door, my face is flushed and my breathing rapid. My hands shake nervously as I curl a wisp of hair behind my ear. Suddenly A hand reaches out, pulling me into a small space that during the day operates as a coat check.
"Are you okay?" You whisper against my ear .
"Well, not if you are going to scare the shit out of me like that."
"You don't need to do this, it was only a thought. I should have never opened my mouth."
"No! I want to, please give me a moment. It was my idea to do this, it excites me as much as it does you."
"Okay, but anytime you want to stop, give me the sign."
Once inside, I take a moment to scan the bar, It too has been chosen carefully. The piano plays soft jazz as the lone bartender restocks while topping up the occasional businessperson 's scotch. At this time in the evening few professionals are here, most are already home and some are still at their desks determined to achieve some lofty goal.
Once inside, I take a moment to scan the bar it too has been chosen carefully. The piano plays soft jazz as the lone bartender restocks while topping up the occasional businessperson's scotch. At this time in the evening, few professionals are here, most already home. Some determined to achieve a lofty goal still at their desks.
I take a moment as I enter scanning the area, two sit at a table talking apparently over some deal of some kind. Another three sit at lone tables nursing whatever spirit to ease the stresses of a businessman's day, two sit at the bar. Expeditiously looking them over I pick the one on the right and ease my way toward him. No particular logic to the choice, the only reason, I later discern came down to blue or black. Black on the right, winning out because of the 'bet on black' phrase which leapt to my mind at that moment.
I Leave a seat open between us and slide into the next barstool, Waving to the bartender.
"Bourbon please, Michter's."
"That's an expensive bottle of Bourbon they may not have it here."
"They will." I nod, indicating the bartender returning with my drink.
"How did you know?"
"Well, my daddy works in that building in front of the bar. He only drinks twenty-year-old Michter's Bourbon so..." "You want one?"
"I'm not sure who daddy is but drinking his Bourbon with his little girl might not be the best way to make his acquaintance."
"Daddy doesn't have a thing to do with whom I choose to drink with."
"Sounds like you might be a bit angry with daddy?"
"Well," I slide over to the empty chair, "he manages, with alarming frequency to piss me off, but enough about my boring old daddy. How about you? I am sure you will be much more interesting."
"Not much to tell, names Brice I have a masters in Business Analytics, I work with companies to predict future trends in a wide variety of areas. I live alone after seven years in a long time relationship. How about you? Is there some lucky guy waiting for you to get home?"
"No one's waiting for me. I'm Candice."
For almost thirty minutes our conversation continued from there the usual banter and light flirting, with me leaning in and touching him on his arm. He touches me as often as he politely can obvious he is interested.
"Can you believe we have only been talking for thirty minutes or so and I feel like we've known each other for years?"
