My cell phone rang at two o'clock the next afternoon. As expected, it was Rachael calling to check on me. "Hello, Rachael," I answered. "I'm in a meeting, but I can call you back in a few."
"Is that the neighbor girl who cooked that chicken stuff?" Sarah asked loudly. She'd given me a hard time about the neighbor not only cooking for me but sending food home with me for my lunch. "Put her on speaker. This is not much of a meeting, just a little routine report and we are almost finished anyway." Of course Rachael could plainly hear Sarah and then 'suggested' I put my cell on speaker. "Rachael this is Sarah, one of the women I work with." I said as introduction.
Knowing a little about Sarah from our earlier talk, Rachael smoothly said. "Well I don't want to disturb your meeting but wanted to see if you have any problem with cayenne pepper. I know some people find it a little harsh even in small amounts. I am putting a roast in the slow cooker for dinner tonight and Mom and I like a little extra pepper and I wanted to see how spicy you like it. I know you like garlic, since I used plenty last night. I hope you ate the leftovers I sent with you for lunch."
There it was, she was checking to make sure I ate the food she'd provided and not rebelled out of spite. I was glad I had left a reminder note with my purse or I might have forgotten to grab the dish on my way out. The same note reminded me to transfer my wet clothes from washer to dryer.
Sarah answered before I could. "Oh Hell yeah, she ate it! It smelled wonderful. Much better than the sandwich she usually orders. And my girl here is one spicy chick. She likes it HOT!" Sarah giggled at her double entendre and mimed sex by humping her hips a bit while flicking her tongue between her index and middle fingers.
"Good to know. I promise I won't spice it too much. I don't want it too hot for you to handle. I'll add the vegetables into the pot later and let it cook slow. You know, let it all simmer." Sarah was not the only one with the double entendres. "Guess I'll see you when you get home. Normal time, right?" Rachael asked.
"I was just trying to convince Naomi to hit the gym with me after work." Sarah countered. "If she keeps eating all that good food without working out, her ass is gonna grow wide as a barn door."
"Well, I'll just have to take her running with me, won't I?" Rachael said smoothly. Sarah quickly invited Rachael to join us, adding as an enticement we always hit the sauna or hot tub after we wear ourselves out on the ellipticals or treadmills. "Well, I would really like that. It sounds like a lot of fun. If Naomi is feeling up to it of course. She was sounding like she might be coming down with something last night." Rachael said.
I was immediately thankful for the veiled inquiry if my butt was showing signs of last night's spanking. I'd carefully checked that morning for bruises and was happy to find none. I instantly got nervous. If I claimed I was not feeling well and did not have bruises when she checked, would Rachael call me out for trying to keep her and Sarah apart? When I said I was feeling fine, Rachael agreed to meet us at the office.
"Wear something hot! The guys love a little eye candy. So do us girls." Sarah laughingly added before I said goodbye.
"Jesus, Sarah!" I said. "The girl is only eighteen!"
"Which makes her legal." Sarah replied, unabashed. "And from what I remember of her when I took you home a few times, totally a fox. She sounds smart as Hell. Does she always talk like that? 'I know cayenne can be a little harsh'? She talks like an adult." I told her Rachael talks like her mother, who is an executive and insists that 'how one presents herself' is important to show how she wants to be perceived.
"So maybe I should present myself as a hot slut on the prowl for young poontang, huh?" Sarah giggled. I shook my head and laughed along with her while cringing inside. We left the conversation there and got back to work.
Rachael arrived ten minutes before we were scheduled to end our workday carrying a small sling bag. She wore a tshirt and jeans and had her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She grinned at me. "I'm glad you invited me or at least did not claim you were feeling bad. I appreciate your honesty. I wanted the excuse to check this Sarah out. 30% sub, 70% dom, and 120% kinky slut, huh?" I begged her not to embarrass me. "No problem. I just want to meet your friends," she answered with a smile I found unnerving. I'd dodged a bullet....I hoped.
The gym we attended was across the parking lot but in the same block as our office so we walked over. Sarah introduced Rachael to Marta, the manager. As Rachael and Sarah turned to enter the locker room, Marta gave me a thumbs up sign and winked. She was a statuesque, very fit Scandinavian blonde and openly lesbian. She and Sarah were good friends and I suspected they'd shared a few trysts in the past.
Sarah and I had just began to change our clothes when Sarah froze. "Dayum!" she breathed. I looked over to see Rachael had shed her jeans and tshirt. The image she presented was enough to catch even a straight woman's attention. Her ass and upper thighs were covered by thin, skin tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. They could not have contoured her body any better if they had been painted on. The seat even rode slightly between her cleft to accentuate the shape of her buttocks. On top she wore a sports bra. When she sat to put her shoes back on, the bulge of her mons was clearly visible.
"I don't need to work out to get my heart racing." Sarah muttered just loud enough for me to hear. I was equally impressed. Sarah and I had very nice bodies and worked hard to maintain them, but this young girl was a sight. I realized I had never seen her in quite this state of dress before. The only time I saw her in a bikini, she wore a fairly modest coverup.
Rachael was equally impressive on the workout floor. The girl was in great physical condition. She and Sarah had bantered about hitting the elliptical trainer for an intense cardio and fat-burning session. Asking what setting we were going to adjust our machines, she did the same. The three of us worked out side by side, her the obvious center of attention when I looked in the mirror to see a group of men gathering at the juice bar behind us.
We took one short break for water. Sarah inquired, "Got a boy friend, Rachael?" When Rachael told her no, she asked with a leer, "girl friend?"
"Nope, I'm not attracted to airheads and I like to be the dominant partner.That cuts out a lot of possibilities." Rachael said. "Lots of younger girls I know are flighty and teenage boys are worse."
"How about an older woman?" Sarah asked boldly with a mischievous grin at me.
"Are you fishing?" Rachael answered with a smile. "I may be inexperienced, but I'm not naive and can tell you I'd be more likely to be sitting on your face than the other way around." Sarah was taking a sip of her water at the time and almost choked as it went down the wrong pipe. Sarah of course had no way of knowing I'd confessed to Rachael about the lie I'd related about the fictional older woman and teen. She raised her eyebrows and then winked at me when Rachael was not looking. After meeting Rachael, Sarah was even more convinced than ever Rachael was the subject of my fantasy.
