Author's note: If you haven't read Ch. 02 in a while, you may want to consider re-reading. I revised it to include some modest plot revisions and corrections a few weeks after the original posting. Also, thanks for reading. I greatly appreciate feedback in the comments section or by PM.
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Several uneventful days had passed since our shopping trip. I had no satisfying response to Maria's observation regarding Adrienne's earrings (or lack thereof), but she dropped the matter without further comment. Adrienne and Rachel, apparently both content to let our respective relationships develop organically for the time being, had kept a reasonable distance. In fact the two seemed closer to one another then ever, frequently going out to lunch or drinks without me. I wondered whether the experience in the car had had the effect of bringing them together rather than driving them apart.
Work itself continued apace, my responsibilities growing. Maria had even begun to trust me with assignments she had previously reserved for Adrienne. My prospects for future advancement looked strong.
It was late on Friday of the following week when I was finally confronted by Rachel about her daring initiative in the car, and more specifically, the promise I had made to induce it. Adrienne and Maria had left for the evening, leaving me alone in the office when the tall, auburn-haired girl swept in with a confident half-smile on her face. She wore a pair of designer jeans paired with a dark spaghetti-strap tanktop, her damp hair announcing that she had just worked out downstairs and changed into more casual clothes afterward.
She planted both hands on my desk and looked down at the paperwork before her. "You know Maria keeps me CC'ed on the emails detailing your current projects, right? I know for a fact that none of that stuff is due until the end of next week."
"I've got to stay ahead of the curve. I might be in Maria's good graces at the moment, but who knows when that'll change?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled a wicked grin. "Screw that. I'm cashing in my favor. Come over to my place later tonight."
I mentally weighed my options. I had already planned to work quite late and make progress on the following week's work. But the allure of visiting Rachel's apartment, and in particular, her bedroom, had by now become unbearable.
"Okay," I agreed. "But I've got to work at least a little more. Text me the address and I'll be there at 9."
"Great!" she replied. The tall girl spun and turned to exit, but paused for a moment. She looked back for a moment, biting her lip in what seemed like anticipation, before leaving for good.
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I showed up at Rachel's apartment in the West Village promptly at 9, dressed casually and carrying a bottle of wine. The doorman building itself was plainly an expensive one, far nicer than a twenty-three-year-old receptionist should have been able to afford, even accounting for the fact that our company paid above market rate. I silently concluded that she must have income I didn't know about.
Rachel greeted me at the door to her penthouse apartment and led me in, revealing a plush interior that bore the touch of either a talented designer or spectacular personal taste. She herself wore the same outfit as earlier, although her hair had been blown dry -- obviously the girl hadn't been sitting around primping for my arrival, which I found interesting.
Leading me into a spacious, well-appointed kitchen, Rachel took the bottle of unexceptional sauvignon blanc I had brought and casually went at the cork with a bottle opener as I commented on the quality of her furnishings. "Oh, it's no big deal. I'm lucky to be able to afford nice things, I guess," she responded, brushing off my compliment with modesty. She poured two glasses of the white wine and handed one to me. "Come on. I'll give you the tour."
Rachel walked me through the living room, where a large flat-screen with gorgeous speakers sat before a high-end leather couch, and into the bedroom. A queen bed sat against the wall to my right, facing out toward a large window on the opposite wall. Because the room was apparently situated at a corner of the building, windows also lined the wall directly across from me, opposite the entryway. A large walk-in closet was open to the left of the main doorway, the door outfitted with french shutters.
I again shook my head in awe. "This is beautiful. You have an amazing apartment."
"well, I've got something even better to show you. Here, take a seat." Rachel lightly pushed me toward the bed, where I sat patiently as she headed toward the closet. Her butt flexed marveously as usual, filling out the jeans perfectly.
She turned back to me for a moment. "Close your eyes." I saw her staring, waiting for me to comply, so I did as requested.
A moment later I heard her walking back toward me. Out of nowhere, something firm but flexible struck my cheek, not hard, but unexpectedly enough to nearly cause me to drop my glass of wine. Rachel let out a malicious peal of laughter as I opened my eyes to find her holding something that it took me a moment to recognize: a flesh-colored replica of what looked like a suspiciously familiar penis.
Rubbing my cheek with one hand, I raised my eyebrows. "Is that..."
She laughed even harder, her eyes twinkling. "Yes! It's you. Or pretty close, anyway. I had it made a few weeks ago based partly on the measurements we took with Kelly in the health clinic and partly on my... personal observations."
She frowned for a moment, looking at the toy closely. "It's not as good as a cast would have been, but a girl's gotta make due, right?" She smiled and raised it to her lips, kissing the head lightly. "We've had a lot of fun together, you and me."
I was too stunned to respond right away. The implications rushed through my mind, images of this beautiful girl pleasuring herself to me for weeks...
Rachel casually sipped her wine as she continued watching me closely. "But that's not why I asked you to come over tonight. Or not the whole reason, anyway. If I'm not mistaken, we should have another visitor any minute..." Just as she looked down at her watch, the doorbell rang. She turned back to me.
"These are the rules. You go in the closet and turn off the light. Do whatever you want back there, but I don't want to hear so much as a peep. And definitely don't come out without my permission. Understand?"
This had all happened so quickly that my mind remained blanketed in a haze of confusion. "Wait. Rachel, as flattered as I am right now, I'm not particularly interested in watching you have sex with some other guy. I know some people are into that, but, um, maybe we should get to know one another a little better first?"
