The Next Chapter
Re-invigorated. That was the word for it, Prestyn knew – it suited her mood perfectly. She felt reborn, renewed and like a woman again.
There were no guilt feelings. What she had done with Travis a few hours ago was something right, natural and perfect for the two of them. She knew he would be in her bed again and he would be welcome, her body would be available to him any time he needed it. She had meant every word she had uttered last night – Prestyn was his
slut
any time he needed one. She had sent him off to work with a big, dopey grin on his face.
She poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table; her long legs crossed and knew instinctively she had a big, dopey grin on
her
face.
"My son is a motherfucker," Prestyn giggled to herself, sipping the dark, rich Mexican Don Pepe she favored. It was pricy, but they had begun indulging in a few decadences again. Well,
more
than a few, she giggled again.
She showered and was about to begin a workout, she wasn't going to work today, when the phone rang. She saw the number and knew it was work, she was glad she wasn't still in bed with Travis – she would've ignored the call.
"Yes, good morning."
"Good afternoon, boss-lady!" The cheerful voice of Erica, her new assistant, came over the phone. "Sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem with a good part of the Elayne Cormier collection that came in this morning."
Prestyn listened close and wasn't at all happy to hear that, Elayne Cormier was supposedly one of the new up-and-coming designers and they'd snagged an exclusive deal with her to carry the merchandise. Her stomach knotted slightly and once again, the nicotine craving hit. She took another mouthful of coffee.
"What's the problem Erica?" Prestyn asked, slipping into professional mode.
"Chief, I hate to do this on your day off, but I really think you need to see in person. But don't come in – I'll come to you, I can be there in about 30 minutes. I hope you can fix this boss, I really do."
Prestyn was concerned, if Erica was upset enough to be worried, something was wrong, her new assistant was very level-headed and not giving to panic, one of the reasons Prestyn had given her the job. It didn't hurt that the 5'10" black girl was absolutely stunning and distracted some of the men she dealt with, giving her an edge. When some of these men were dealing with two lovely women, they tended to make deals a little more readily. Actually, in the fashion industry, some of the female designers were equally amenable. Erica could have easily modeled, had she chosen – but she was too smart and she said "Most models are just too vapid and shallow, chief!"
Erica was there in 30 minutes, almost to the second. She walked into the Living Room, nicely dressed as every in an expensive power suit and matching stilettos that made her over 6' tall now. She was carrying a dress Prestyn recognized as being from the Elayne Cormier collection.
"Well Erica, I see you've brought one of the Elayne Cormier dresses with you, so I assume there's some kind of problem with it?"
"Take a look at the dress, Prestyn." Erika said, handing it to her employer. Prestyn took a good look at the dress and saw it immediately.
"It's crap."
"Yep."
Despite having a designer name behind it, the fabric wasn't the quality of material it should have been, nor was the stitching adequate. Had they sold this in their stores, a scandal would've likely ensued.
"I don't understand this Erica, but thank you for calling it to my attention." Prestyn got out her Cell and dialed, she wasn't letting this go for one single second.
"Hello. Yes, it's Prestyn Michaels calling for Elayne Cormier. She's not? All right, when she gets back from New York, have her call me – immediately. I don't want any excuses, thank you!" Prestyn hung up abruptly.
"Damn!" Prestyn paced. "We're supposed to launch next week – what the hell could be going on?"
"I've heard some rumors."
"Oh?"
"I've heard that there's troubles with her company – maybe she doesn't know. Hey Prestyn, you know what? It's your day off, there's nothing you can do and it's gorgeous out there. Why don't you just enjoy the warm sunshine, maybe go for a swim and everything can wait, you know?"
Prestyn appreciated her assistant's concern for her well-being, then she had an idea. "It's a deal Erica – under one condition. You take the day off as well, I'm your boss and you deserve a break."
Erica smiled, but shook her head. "Oh no, I couldn't – I'm not dressed for a swim and you're just in your robe, I don't think ..."
"Erica, if there is one lesson I've learned lately, it is that we sometimes just need to relax and go with the flow. As for wearing a suit – it's just us girls and I'm not wearing anything under this robe and I don't plan to put on a suit to go in my own pool. No one's around at this time of day and only Condo residents are allowed to use the pool, so who's going to see us?
Erica gave it some thought – she didn't have any pressing concerns at work and she could use a swim, it was a gorgeous day. There wasn't anyone around and she wasn't really concerned about showing off her body, she ran and biked and swam to keep her slender, leggy figure taut and lean. From what she could see of Prestyn, the boss-lady knew the value of physical fitness and the few times she'd met Prestyn's son, she knew he was in wonderful shape.
"Okay Chief – you've twisted my arm, let's have a day off! Have you had your breakfast or do you need to eat something or ...?"
Prestyn answered her assistant by throwing open her robe and plunging into the pool. The cool water felt invigorating with the hot, mid-morning sun beating down on her, she began doing some laps as she watched Erica getting out of her clothes. Meticulously, the sultry black girl began placing them on a nearby deck chair, shoes and pants gone, then jacket and blouse. Erica, like Prestyn herself, favored sexy lingerie, the kind that men liked, sexy on her dark, indigo skin. Erica was in stockings and garter belt, they were gone, then a brief tiny thong was all that remained. It covered a pussy that Prestyn assumed had been waxed bare, not a hair remained. The leggy black girl jumped in the pool and met Prestyn half-way.