A Midnight Woman – Part 6 - A continuing saga of Deanna. Best if you read Parts 1 thru 5 first.
Deanna unlocked the door to Brian's flat and let herself inside, closing and re-locking the heavy door. She leaned back against the door and stared across the darkened room to the city-lit sky beyond the window: The amber glow of night-life in a big city. Deanna loved it. She laid Brian's keys back on the hall table where she had found them and made her way to the guest room. There, she removed her clothing and then, naked, she padded quietly back to the living room. She opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Grand Marnier and a brandy snifter. She poured a full shot into the glass and put the cork back into the bottle, replacing it into the cabinet.
Deanna lit a cigarette and moved to the pillowed window bench. She sat on the bench, pulling her knees up to her chest, pressing her sensitive nipples into her thighs. Her still swollen pussy lips sank into the softness of the bench pillow. She dragged on her cigarette and then took a large swallow of Marnier before exhaling the smoke from her lungs. Soon, she would crawl into bed next to Brian to get some sleep, but first she wanted to think a bit.
She thought about Brian, and she thought of his sweetness and his obvious need for her. She thought of Anthony and his enthusiasm for sex and the excellent equipment he brought to the task. She thought of the client she would be meeting with on Monday and what she would need to make that meeting a success.
And then she thought about herself.
She was a bright young woman in her early twenties who had managed to become a rising-star account executive at a major advertising agency, thanks mostly to some special skills she possessed that no one at the agency even knew about. Her boss was constantly amazed at her ability to somehow 'woo' even the most difficult of clients. But whatever she was doing, it was working, and he began to assign her to some of the agency's top national accounts. She traveled all over the country, wining and dining and winning over corporate executives. As she rose in the agency, her salary increased to a very nice level. But as nice as the salary was, it was small compared to the 'perks' she earned: some from the company and some on her own. Deanna knew that her methods were unconventional, to say the least, but she also knew that they worked, and that was all that mattered to her.
Deanna then let her mind wander to the first time she became aware of the special 'people skills' she possessed. She was 18 and a senior in high school. She was living alone at home with her father, while Brian was away at college. It was a cold Midwest winter night, and her father had brought one of his clients home with him. There had been a blizzard and the airport had been shut down, and rather than putting the client up at a hotel, her father had brought him home for a little personal attention, setting the client up in Brian's empty room for the night. Her father had called her from the airport to inform her he was bringing the client home, and asking that she put together a nice meal for them.
Deanna had been doing all the cooking since she was 14, and she understood how important this client was to her father, so she told him not to worry, that she would take care of everything. When her father arrived home that night, with Mr. Morris, they were both pleasantly greeted with the aroma of Chicken Marinara simmering on the stove. The dining room table had been set with the family's finest silver, china and crystal. A bottle of excellent Cabernet Sauvignon had been opened to 'breathe' and the martini shaker was ready to go. Deanna walked out of the kitchen to greet her father and Mr. Morris. She hugged her father and held her hand out to Mr. Morris, who stared at her a moment before taking her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morris. My dad has spoken of you often."
"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Deanna. And please, call me Ted."
"Okay, Ted," said the poised 18 year-old.
"Daddy, if you want to shake the martinis, I have the glasses frosting in the freezer and the chicken is just about ready. You two just sit down and relax and I will bring everything out in a minute."
"Okay, baby, it smells great. Ted, a martini?"
"Absolutely," said the client, watching a perfect pair of 18 year-old legs in a short pleated cheerleader's skirt walk away from him.
A few minutes later, Deanna walked into the living room where the men were in a discussion. "Sorry to interrupt, Dad, but the dinner is on the table. If you gentlemen will get started, I will join you in just a moment. I came straight home from cheerleading practice, and this heavy sweater is just too warm, I'm just going to run upstairs and change quickly."
"Fine, baby," said her father, as Ted nodded.
Five minutes later, the men were just finishing the delicious Caesar salads Deanna had prepared when she walked into the dining room. She had changed into a rather low cut party dress her father had reluctantly bought her for that winter's prom.
"Well, don't you look nice," said her father with just a hint of surprise accompanying the pride in his voice.
"Thank you, Daddy. I just felt I should look nice for two such handsome and distinguished gentlemen."
Ted looked up from his salad to find Deanna staring into his eyes. It was a look he did not expect, especially from an 18 year-old. He squirmed in his seat a little, as he felt the faintest of stirrings in his groin.
"Can I pour you some wine, Mr. Morris, I mean Ted?" she asked.
"Yes, please, Deanna."
Deanna picked up the Cabernet and with her back to her father, she leaned over Ted to pour the wine, allowing him a slight glimpse of her braless breasts inside the dress. The stirring in Ted's lap increased.
Deanna then poured her father a glass and asked, "May I have some, Dad?"
"Of course you can honey. Any young woman who can put together a meal like this can certainly have a little wine."
Deanna poured herself some wine and then took a seat opposite Ted, with her father at the head of the table. She served them all a portion of the chicken and for the next 15 minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of satisfied diners.
"This is delicious, Deanna, where did you learn to cook like this?"
"Well, ever since my Mom died, my brother and I have done most of the cooking with my Dad working so hard and on the road so much. So, we just learned by doing."
