This story tells Candace's surprise journey toward personal and sexual freedom. The farther the story goes, the hotter it gets. The first few chapters lay the foundation; the later chapters rock her world and more. Enjoy!
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Chapter One - Monday
"Ms. Teso, your 4:00 appointment is here."
"I don't have a 4:00 appointment," Candace snapped back at her assistant Abigail through the speaker on her desk phone. It was not uncommon for Candace to be short with her assistant. She meant it more to be efficient than rude. In her mind, the demands of her role as a senior vice president of the multi-national marketing company required efficiency whenever possible.
"I didn't think so either," the soft voice answered sheepishly. "She just walked in. I was surprised to find her on your calendar. I thought you must have added her."
"Who is she? Why is she here?" Candace asked sharply, annoyed by the unexpected interruption. Candace worked hard to minimize surprises in her well-ordered high-performance life.
"Angela LaGuardia," Abigail answered. "There is nothing in the calendar notation about why she is here to see you."
"That makes no sense. I have two proposals to finish and preparations for the executive meeting in the morning," Candace quipped. "How did she get added to my calendar?"
"I'm sorry Ms. Teso. I don't know. I thought..."
"Ask her why she is here and who she is with," Candace interrupted. "Reschedule her." Candace clicked the phone intercom off.
Ten minutes passed. Candace had already begun to focus on the first proposal and almost forgot about the threat of the surprise appointment. "Excuse me, Ms. Teso. I am sorry to interrupt you again," Abigail's voice floated through the speaker.
"Damn it Abigail. I can't be bothered," Candace shot back impatiently.
"I'm sorry Ms. Teso. Your 4:00, Ms. LaGuardia, insists on keeping her appointment. She says it's urgent. She is very pleasant, but insistent. She says it cannot wait."
Candace grew frustrated the unexpected intrusion. "Damn it Abigail. Send her in," she quipped. "Tell her she's got ten minutes."
"Yes, Ms. Teso. Ten minutes."
The large mahogany doors to Candace's office opened with Abigail leading the unexpected stranger into her plush office. The sign on the outside of the door prominently read: Ms. Candace Teso, Senior Vice President. Candace had devoted the last fourteen years of her life to this company, working her way up in record speed from the day after she graduated from her Ivy League college to climb the ranks of this leading corporation. Her ruthless dedication, intelligence and some serendipitous luck along the way all helped her to rise quickly toward the top. She took great personal pride that at only 37 she was one of the few female corporate senior vice presidents in the industry.
Candace was skilled at image management, whether for the company or more importantly for herself. Her massive corner office had large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city on two walls. Her large mahogany desk stood prominently in the center of the room with only her Mac computer, phone and a couple pens. She had little use for paper, and preferred the efficiency of electronic documents and communication. The right side of the room had a small conference table for meetings; the left side had four overstuffed chairs in front of built-in mahogany bookshelves for more informal conversations. The office was primarily decorated with framed awards and certificates showing her membership in various industry associations. Candace abhorred having the distraction of personal photographs in the office, as if she had a personal life.
Likewise, Ms. Teso always worked hard to manage her professional image through her behavior and attire. She was determined to earn the respect of men and women in the corporate pecking order above and below her. She dressed the part, always wearing slacks. She was convinced that dresses or skirts subconsciously undermine her professional ambitions, even if they are in the form of a business suit, despite her 5'9" fit frame. She kept to loafers or other flat professional shoes. She almost always wore pressed solid-colored buttoned shirts, usually white. She buttoned her shirts high to conceal her femininity in an effort to be taken seriously by her male colleagues. It was impossible for her associates to know that she also always wore minimizer bras to confine her 36D breasts for the same reason. She consistently kept her long brunette hair tied back tightly. She has a pleasant face with large brown eyes and high cheekbones, yet rarely noticed because of her serious demeanor. The intensity of Ms. Teso's focus on her work rarely afforded the expense of a smile.
Abigail showed Ms. LaGuardia in to Candace's office. Candace immediately assessed the intruder. She was a petite 5'6" with long golden hair, curled and flowing half way down her back. She was unusually radiant. She had translucent blue eyes, a button nose and broad disarming smile. She wore a rich blue professional dress that stopped just above her knees, with matching four-inch stilettos. The bodice of the dress scooped to show off just enough cleavage from her perfectly shaped firm 34C breasts. She was enchantingly beautiful. She followed Abigail in with a light yet confident stride. "May I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Wine?"
"Wine would be nice," Ms. LaGuardia answered. "Do you have a Chardonnay?"
Candace looked over at Abigail frustratingly with a look of "What are you doing? "Don't offer her wine! I told her ten minutes!" Abigail smiled back at Candace in an unusual light-hearted dreamy kind of way.
Candace noticed that somehow Abigail looked different. She had a sparkle in her eyes; her skin was flushed and had lightness to her step. Her normally precise shoulder length hair was slightly mussed. Abigail wore an almost transparent feminine yet professional cream-colored tank blouse, a tight short black pencil skirt and matching three-inch heels. Candace noticed that Abigail's nipples were protruding through her blouse far more than usual. If Candace didn't know better, Abigail looked like she had an orgasm just before she walked in. Candace pushed the strange thought out of her mind. "That's ridiculous," she thought to herself. "She's been in her office reception area with this unexpected woman for the last ten minutes."
"We do. I'll get that right away," Abigail said to Ms. LaGuardia. "Anything for you Ms. Teso?" she asked.
"No thank you," Candace said impatiently. Abigail walked to the bookshelves and pulled out a bottle of wine in a small cabinet below. She uncorked the fresh bottle, and brought two glasses to the small table between two of the overstuffed chairs. "Just in case," Abigail said as she set the bottle and glasses down. She poured a glass for Ms. LaGuardia.
"That will be all," Candace said to her.
Abigail floated out of the office and closed the door behind her.
"Please," Candace said, pointing to one of the overstuffed chairs. "I'm sorry my time is short today. How can I help you Ms. LaGuardia?"
The two women sat down in the chairs. Candace noticed with some mild disgust as Ms. LaGuardia's dress slid slightly down her thigh as she crossed her legs. "That's exactly why I don't wear dresses," she thought to herself. Ms. LaGuardia's legs were fit yet feminine, showcased by her tall high heels. They were perfect.
"Please call me Angela," she replied with a pleasant smile. "I think more importantly it is how I can help you," her surprise guest said.
"How exactly is that, Ms. LaGuardia?" Candace asked with some impatient frustration. She was convinced she was about to be hit with some annoying sales pitch. She wondered how in the world this woman got here in the first place.
"I know you prefer efficient conversations," Angela said with a knowing smile. "So let me get right to the point, I am here to help you get a life."
"Excuse me? Who exactly do you think you are?" Candace asked the stranger with surprised anger.
