Part 1

"Steve you got those reports ready for me?" Steve closed his eyes once more glaring at the intercom of his more than demanding boss.  Getting up from his desk he picked up said papers that he told his boss he would have them for her in a few minutes.  He didn't bother to knock on the door instead he walked through plopping the papers on the impressive mahogany desk.  Shaking his head, this beautiful immaculately dressed woman was wasted on this four wall room albeit a four wall room that could hold a small studio home. 

Rosalind Saunders knew how much of a striking woman she was she only used her feminine wiles on old men and horny execs. 

"You need to get laid." Saying his peace once and for all job be damned this woman needed to loosen up or she would be working them both to death, 'he had a life after all'. 

Looking up from her papers for the first time since he had entered her office she looked over the rim of her black glasses laying them down calmly before leaning back in her chair to look at her assistant.  She looked him over, a well dressed man with blonde hair blue eyes a striking combination that made him the envy and the desire of all the ‘boys’ that he mentioned from time to time.  He screamed gay the moment you met him, from his shoes to his hair to the diva attitude he was having now.  He kept her life interesting as she lived vicariously through her secretary which was the only reason she put up with his smart remarks and his bitching. 

"Do I?" 

"Yes you do, and I know exactly the place to take you that specializes in removing large logs out of asses, however cute they may be," he ended with a smile. 

"You insult me then try to butter me up with a sugar coated compliment towards my ass, I could fire you right now," she said her face deadly serious.  

Plopping in the chair adjacent to hers he smiled kindly, "you could but then who would keep you up on the current events and scandals of the office, and I know you love hearing my weekly drama with my boy toy of the month." 

Smirking she couldn't deny the truth of that, since she wasn't getting any and had no relationship to speak of at least she could be happy knowing that the relationship world wasn't all it was cracked up to be.  Steve had problems deciding what kind of man did it for him so he said.  There was always something going on with him in and out of the bedroom and lucky for the boss woman he wasn't modest about sharing the details of each fight.  But when it came to them making up she made it clear she at least wanted that part of his life censored. 

Her heterosexual mind could only take so much of what Steve was willing to share; some things were better left unsaid. 

"So meet you at Doc's around sevenish," he said standing up, while in her own world of thought she'd missed whatever Steve had been talking about.  He shook his head, 'that's what all business and no play gets you.'   

"What?" 

"Doc's?" 

"No." she sounded resolute he'd been bothering her for months to go to this gay club that he and his ‘boys’ went to every Saturday.  She'd been intrigued by the trysts that he'd recounted seeing on the dance floor and in the dark corners when lovers thought themselves in the privacy of darkness.  She was all about control and could never see herself losing herself in someone else like some of those people did.  She even thought that Steve sometimes made the details just graphic enough to make her curious.  Admittedly she was, but there was no way in hell she was going to let him know that. 

“Come on what have you got to lose?” 

“I have work to do.” She stated dropping her glasses on the desk she stood, “and so do you if you plan on leaving work on time.”  Nodding her head towards the door as she leaned her hip on the desk he stood also giving her the once over before he silently exited the spacious office.

*****

Shaking her head as she saw him closing the door she looked at the clock, pinching the bridge of her nose she started back to her comfy leather chair.  The sound of fingers hitting the keyboard could be heard from her office from the time her secretary left to 7:00p.m. that evening where he’d left work three hours earlier. 

Flexing her fingers she looked at the clock and groaned shutting her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. 

“You look like you could use a drink,” hearing the voice made her jump, but the surprised grey eyes shrunk into a glare seeing who’d startled her.  “Aren’t you supposed to be at your club thing?” she asked too exhausted to say the name. 

“I came over here to pick you up, I stopped by your house and picked up something for you,” holding up an outfit he placed it on the desk in front of her.

“You take liberties.” she stated looking at the clothes before looking back up at him. 

“I know, now chop chop, the night is young and by tonight you’ll be thanking me for letting me drag you over to this club that I know that you know I know you want to go.  So I’m not going to let you back out of this….heads or tails?” 

Frowning she looked at her secretary with concern until she saw a coin in his hand, “Steve—,” she started but he cut her off.  “Heads or tails?” he countered with a firm face that brooked no discussion of his methods with chance.  “Fine,” she growled “heads,” flipping the coin and catching it letting one of the two faces meet the back of the hand he uncovered the face.  “Heads,” Rosalind said smugly smiling at her undeterred secretary. 

“Two out of three,”  

“Heads.” She said again and sure enough it was heads. 

“I win.  And next time when you try that trick make sure the person you’re trying to con isn’t the person who gave you the two headed coin.”  Taking off her glasses she stood putting on her heels and gathering her things. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Home.” 

“Boss,” he whined, she waved goodbye as the elevator doors closed. 

Setting his jaw he started in a break neck run toward the stairs, jumping steps as fast as he could he groaned knowing that he would be feeling this later.  He hated running, this was one of his least favorite things to do, and yet here he was doing it for his boss.  Why was he even doing this?  It’s not like they were the closest of people but that didn’t stop his speedy descent nor slamming the door open to find her exiting the elevator on the lower level garage. 

“Alright....b.. boss lady you’ve forced me... ta play rough,” stepping towards her with a determined stride his chest heaving. 

“Steve….” She warned but he wasn't listening. 

“Rosalind, it would be a shame for Mr. Decker to find out who set off the sprinklers almost costing him that merger with Leeson & Stanton.”  Stopping in her tracks the click of her hills turned deadly as Rosalind started toward the blond man. 

“Steve are you threatening me?” she said with a deadly glare, she liked him, but one thing she couldn’t stand was being blackmailed. 

“You know my loyalty is to you sugar bottom but if you don’t start having fun…..” biting the inside of his lip he pleaded with her with his baby blues.  “You’ve got nothing to lose, if you don’t like it you can leave, but only after having a few drinks with me and the boys.” 

Sighing heavily she knew that if they were to play the blackmail coworker game she could have turned him in on plenty of days where he was ‘sick’.  She could even turn him in for sleeping with clients, but she wasn’t going to, because she actually wanted to check this place out.  “Fine.”  She ignored the triumphant smile on his face as she started toward her Lexus. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked looking at the younger man sitting in her passenger seat.  “I took a cab,” he said simply imitating the cherub angel, pulling off her tires screeching against the pavement she smiled at seeing the panicked look on her secretary’s face. 

*****

“Oh oh oh yessss….harder baby…har…uh….” 

The banging of the door startled both women but only one smiled hearing her disgruntled band mates yelling for her to hurry up.  Dropping her blond head in the red heads neck she sucked and licked until a small hickey showed up on her neck.  “Please…” hearing and understanding the plea she thrust harder into the faceless woman until finally they both climaxed. 

Falling limp in her arms the red headed breathed into the blonde’s neck smiling into her neck.  The door burst open, “Jac I should kiss your ass for taking so long, we’re up next,” Dom glared at the red head, who looked worriedly between her lover and the thin man with a shaved head and beard.  Dom continued noticing the barely dressed girl, and the strong ass of his band mate and best friend, who was pulling up her pants.  Jac pushed the dildo back in her pants throwing her hair back as she looked at the bands leading singer with a smile. 

“And you,” he pointed toward the woman, “you get the hell out,” pointing to the door where the rest of the band stood she smiled at Jac confident that her lover wouldn’t let this guy dismiss her like that.  Jac however had something else in mind looking at the girl pointedly, finally getting the hint huffing her way past the others who looked appreciatively at her exposed skin.  “Nice,” Harper said stepping into the room slapping Jac on the back, Jac only shrugged with a smug grin taking a puff from the joint she’d been in the process of rolling before the girl came in. 

“Damn that ass was tight, mind if I take a go?” the fourth member of the group hung by the door watching the pert ass walk away angrily. 

“Think you can handle all that?” Dom looked at the three others that made up Tourniquet and shook his head.  His best friend was following the path of so many other talented musicians that fell into the quicksand of drugs, booze, and women.  Harper was more the ladies man, but as the leading bassist he wasn’t given all that much attention compared to their resident drummer, Jac.  And Danielle was into anything and anyone which made her the butt of many of the bands good natured joking. 

“Five minutes guys,” a plump man with glasses called out leaving the doorway as quickly as he appeared in it.  “Come on guys let’s get it together,” Dom said, ever the big brother that gave them the stability they needed when it came time to perform.  The role made sense since he was the lead singer, but the weight of the responsibility he held made him more level headed than the rest of the group. Many times he wondered what would become of this band if he wasn’t there to keep them on track.  They’d signed a contract with the owner of the club that was due to expire in three months.  This was good for the band considering how much attention they were getting from serious record labels.

*****

Making their way through the thick throng of people, Rosalind quickly noticed that there were several people there her age and younger.  When they’d first got there she realized this wasn’t exactly the kind of place she would be seen frequenting not that she'd find anyone she knew hanging around here, but still she had an image to uphold.  Charles taught her that.  “Why am I here again?” she yelled in Steve's ear over the loud music of the club.  “Because you want to get laid!” 

“It’s a gay bar!” she yelled again looking at him as if he’d lost his mind. 

“You’ll find someone I promise I’ve already got it set!” he yelled taking a drink from the bartender that had already been prepared for him even before he made it to the glass bar.  The bar tender smiled at the two newcomers, looking Rosalind over he held up one finger after a few seconds of mixing drinks he came up with his own concoction and handed it to her.  Looking at the drink questioningly Steve nudged her, “go ahead.”  Sipping from the oddly shaped glass she was taken aback by the pleasing taste that filled her mouth.  “It’s good,” she smiled at the man behind the bar, feeling her shirt being tugged she followed Steve upstairs. 

The club wasn’t exclusively male, there were some women there femme and butch, Steve had explained the types of dykes to her on the way to the bar.  Seeing a group of men and women around a circular table as they got to the second level of the club she smiled seeing Steve jumping into the arms of one of the more masculine looking men at the table.  After kissing his beau on the lips he turned to her realizing that he’d forgotten about his boss.  Pulling her over Steve took her suit jacket and placed it at one of the vacant chairs.  The tight fitting suit complimented her in all the right places, the gray already bringing out her eyes not that anyone could tell in the dim light, but.  Steve introduced the brunette to his group of friends. 

“Everybody I want you to meet Rosalind, my boss, Ros this handsome devil belongs to me, Donavan,” he was more impressive up close and personal.  The guy next to him had his arm around the blond woman beside him.  She noted that the embrace was done in a platonic way but couldn't help feeling even more sure of herself when Chris and Tina, gave her a long once over.  “And last but not least,” he gestured toward the man that he’d set her coat beside, “this is Randy.”  Taking a seat with her drink she met the curious gazes of everyone at the table with a smile that she knew was confident. 

“So…you and Steven work together?” Donovan started I looked at Steve for a second I knew he didn’t like to be called, ‘Steven’.  She would ask the blond man about it later, but for now she would indulge their questions and try to have a good time.  Nodding her head at the question she looked at Steve who’d taken to plastering himself on his boyfriend.  “I know you must have your hands full with that one,” the only woman at the table besides me said eliciting a glare from the secretary. 

“Want to dance?” the man beside me asked, from the intent in his eyes I knew he didn’t bat for Steve’s team.  I’d encountered that same look from heterosexual men for as long as I could remember listening to the music I felt out of my element.  "No thanks," she said nursing her drink, some men might have been dejected by the answer, but Randy was another breed of man that  wouldn’t take no for an answer.  Two strong willed people wasn't the kind of relationship she was looking for.  Then again she hadn't been looking for any kind of relationship.  “Do you know how sexy you are?” he whispered in her ear without missing a beat.   

“No,” she lied, "but your going to tell me aren't you." 

“I could just spend the night showing you,” he smiled so sure of him.  What's the harm in it, you haven't gotten laid in a long time and he's here. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Standing she gave the table a slight nod and ignored Steve's loud advice about safe sex. 

Randy looked at her she didn’t need to tell him twice.  Saying their goodbyes to the rest of the group Steve gave her thumbs up.  Taking separate cars Rosalind followed him in hers.  She wondered what the hell she was doing but her loins quickly reminded her after she parked behind Randy’s truck allowing her to be consumed in his masculinity. 

Feeling her body being pushed against the hard wood door she immediately wrapped her long legs around him needing to feel him closer.  Their lips met with an urgency that defined lust, this was what she needed making her wonder why the hell it took her so long to get here.  His lips traced her neck sloppily; walking with her still in her arms she smiled into his neck as he laid her down and used his arms to hold himself over her.  Taking one hand he traced over her breasts through her shirt, circling the nipple that begged to be given attention.  She hated being teased.  Pulling him by the neck their lips met once again in a hard lip lock. This was what she wanted to forget herself in sweat and sex and compensate for the time that she spent without it.

*****

She loved hitting things, losing herself in the beat of the drums, that propensity worried her family the hitting things part.  They came up with the idea of harnessing all her excess energy she used to hit other kids on something recreational.  A sport was their first thought, Jac wanted karate classes, but her family thought she was lethal enough.  They decided perhaps a more feminine sport, but that idea was ruined by several parents complain about their daughters getting kicked in the shin by the blond whirlwind of a girl during ballet practice.  It wasn’t until a couple of weeks before Jac’s eighth birthday that she found that she, like her father, enjoyed jazz.  A mutual obsession she could share with her father, since he was into jazz and she’d been showing more interest in music.  While all the other instruments were romantic or elegant, the drums were wilder.  This was her escape, no one could touch her while she played, she just beat away her pain and anger and sorrow and made it into music. 

Her solo ended with beads of sweat on her forehead and a roaring crowd applauding for Tourniquet.  Twirling her sticks in between her hands expertly she stood with the rest of the group as the curtain went down.  Disappearing in the back she didn’t think that she would ever get tired of the feeling she got during a performance and after in front of a crowd of people. 

“Did you see that chick in the front I thought she was going to hump the stage trying to get to you Dom,” Harper laughed.  As they got better known there were more fans to feed the band’s various egos but Dom kept his in check more than the others.  Before Dom could answer the door was pushed open and the manager of the club stood with his hands on his hips smiling from ear to ear.  “I love you guys, I don’t know if I’ve told you that already.” 

“You tell us every time we perform Sal," Harper leaned against the vanity. 

“You tell us even when we don’t perform," Dom went t the closet for his jacket 

“And you tell us when you want something," Danielle blew the smoke from her cigarette in his general direction. 

“So…the question is which one you came in here for,” Jac ended still twirling her sticks. 

“I came by to give you offerings, I think you guys have been doing an outstanding job and for that,” he opened the door.  In came scantily clad women that immediately went after the drummer and the lead singer while the other two were left to receive the tray of drugs that Sal was giving them.  “I want to keep you guys happy is all.” He closed the door behind him letting the kids have fun. 

He left too quickly for Dom to voice her protest.  His pals were having no problem with accepting them though, pulling away from the insistent woman, “Tell Sal that we thank him for his gifts but we can’t accept them.  Can we guys?” 

The three that had been ready to spend the rest of the night in sin looked at the stern lead singer.  Jac although was the only one who had the audacity to be vocal in her difference of opinion.  “Dom loosen up man, stop bullshitting and get a taste of this good pussy,” cupping the said pussy made the girl giggle and Jac assault her protruding nipple.  Busy with the girl made her miss the cold look that Dom was directing toward her. 

Harper and Dani had learned a long time ago never to interrupt these two when they quarreled, and Jac was making it all the more worse ignoring her friend like she was.  “Wow look at the time,” Dani looked at her naked wrist before pulling Harper out the door leaving the drugs and women behind.  The two girls that had entered at Sal’s behest were wondering what was going on between the two friends minds, but weren’t that interested to stick around.  Green eyes met hazel in a battle of wills after the room was cleared leaving just them. 

“Fine, you got what you wanted,” pushing herself up she stood toe to toe to her best friend, albeit she was shorter than him that didn’t stop her from getting into his face.  Pissed was pissed and she was pissed.  Size in her case really didn't matter she could tumble with the best of them.  “You’ve been acting like a horde of bees made a nest up your ass for a while now.” 

“And you’ve been acting like a spoiled brat.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“See what I mean.” 

“I’m only having some fun," she rationalized. 

“You getting yourself high and snorting that shit while having some skank drool over you is fun?” 

“No I call getting high and snorting that shit fun while having some sexy skank drool over my plastic cock fun.” 

The two stood in a pregnant silence that neither of them planned to back down from.  Dom laughed humorously as he glared at her with a smile.  “You’re a piece of shit you know that?”  Cocking her head, her frown turned into a smile.  Retrieving the jacket from the adjacent couch she smiled evilly, “yeah, I know.”  Grabbing her by the back of the neck he led over to the exit. 

“Smart ass," he shoved. 

“Yeah but I’m your smart ass—dumb ass,” she shoved back. 

*****

Rosalind looked at the snoring lump of man fast asleep beside her .  He dozed off a few minutes after, when he was fast asleep she finished the job he didn’t and now she was pondering why the hell she hadn’t left already.  Maybe it was because this was a warmer bed than she had been in in a long time or it could have been the fact that the empty home wasn’t what she wanted to go home to. 

She snuggled back into the bed closing her eyes, smelling the sex and must of their fevered tryst.  She didn’t know what Randy expected from tonight but she definitely knew that she didn’t need a serious relationship.  Padding over to the bathroom not bothering to put anything on she looked at her reflection in the mirror.  This was what she was reduced to her eyes felt heavy yawning she gargled some water before she returned to the room where a wide awake Randy lay in the bed waiting for her.  His eyes were hoping for a round two.  

 

"So...Randy said the night went well, and he wants to see you again,"  Lifting her head from the paper she'd been concentrating on, "Really and he couldn't have called to tell me that?" she asked knowing that she hadn't bothered to give him her number.  She should have made it clear to him that morning but she was already running late and needed to change her clothes.  She remembered that whole morning had been hectic.  "Maybe because one such woman didn't bother to give him her digits." 

Sighing, "I'm not looking for any kind of lasting relationship I like my life the way it is, besides I need to concentrate on my job here." 

"You always concentrate on your job, baby your a shoe in for executive editor.  Besides you've been groomed for this job for six years," Rosalind’s brow curved in question, "oh please its no secret the old man has the hots for you, and if he's thinking with his penis like I know he will your in." Steve said confidently. 

"It's nice to know that it'll be my ass that decides if I get this job or not and not my brains and skill." 

"Brains and skill is overrated love trust me, show a bit more cleavage in this meeting and I promise you--," 

"You know Steven its conversations like this that remind me you really are a member of your sex." 

Ignoring the use of his whole name he answered smiling, "I love you to, now," looking at his watch, "you need to get your big meeting with the rest of the cattle before that man blows a gasket, you know how he hates for people to be late."  Already up she straightened her jacket and skirt, Steve was right she was qualified she had his coming to her.  This place needed some new blood and a sharp eye for talent and if anyone could get the job done then it was definitely her.  She scanned her office one last time before she entered the elevator smirking at her secretary who's thumbs were up as the door closed shutting her in silence. She saw her reflection, she was the epitome of control and confidence.  Her eyes were deadly and success was within her grasp all she had to do was take it. 

The rectangular office was washed in the light of the afternoon sun the marble table took up the majority of the space.  The Benning Books Cooperation was a thriving business that was founded in 1878 by a Donald Benning.  Since then it’s been one of the prominent and acclaimed book publishing houses that ever graced the Chicago district.  It was a family owned business passed down from fathers to sons to cousins to sons a cycle of tradition filled the walls of the Benning publishing house, which made it even more of a beneficial investment, it was a name people knew and could trust to provide good quality. 

Rosalind entered the office where there was an even majority of both women and men present for this meeting.  This business was one of the first to embrace the commodity that women were becoming in the world of business.  She took a seat in a chair facing away from the window.  She nodded and smiled when need be but when Mr. Benning himself came everyone grew silent wondering what this mystery meeting was about.  Though there was some speculation that someone was about to be given the position of executive editor that had been vacant for some time now. 

“I would first like to commend my staff for your hard work this spring and I know that this upcoming fall will be an even better season for Benning Books.  Though in this competitive business we need something more, we’ve had a decline in attracting new authors.  The markets changing and we need to get up in the times, that is why I have brought in an addition to our already fruitful team.”  Grey eyes shot up at the sound of that and looked directly at the man that she had come to know as a father figure. 

"That is why I have snagged one of the best acquisition editors, fresh from the Coleman & Jeffries I would like to introduce to you Veronica Murphy."  A slightly plump woman nowhere near large but not skinny either entered the room confidently.  Usually the rumor mills would have caught a whiff of something amiss, especially something like this, bringing in an outsider on a job that they all thought belonged to Bennings golden child.  Rosalind didn't falter; she wouldn't give the blond woman or anyone else the satisfaction of seeing her disappointment or anger least of all the man who watched her intently as he introduced the newcomer. 

Sunday’s were the only times in the week that she and Charles Benning III, the president of the Publishing House would get together.  He was her mentor bringing her under his wing from the moment that she entered into a world of novelty, their bond had grown so strong that he encouraged her to think of him as family wanting her to call him uncle she did.  She went over in her head if she had done something wrong or if he had made any inkling that would tip his hand on the decision he would make the next day.  She remembered nothing and looked at the woman that stepped through the door with a glare. Fuck me I don’t believe this, she was boiling inside as she saw Charles’s smile widened holding out his hand for the woman to continue in his direction.

"I want you all to know that this is a great honor to be surrounded by such a team who's been envy of every publishing house for forty years.  I can feel the family atmosphere and I want all of you to know that this position and opportunity won't hinder my commitment to this publishing house."  Benning was the first to begin clapping and soon the rest followed suit, eyes darting from the boss to Rosalind, but none with the audacity to voice the bizarre turn of events that would be that topic of conversation after the meeting. 

The meeting ended with Mrs. Murphy greeting everyone and shaking hands getting the names of the people in different departments.  In order to be a leader, you had to know your staff and be able to work with them in a congenial manner.  Everyone at best was polite but she could see the tension and feel it even when she first walked through the door.  Most of it however came from the direction of the striking brunette whose cool demeanor had grown even colder even if her face didn't show it.  She could assume that there was going to be some animosity between them, better to try to quell it now before it became some office scandal. 

"Hello I'm Veronica Murphy," she held out her hand. 

Rosalind didn't hesitate to take the hand; she could practically feel the curious eyes of the persons that were still in the room milling around the appetizers that were being served for the morning.  Damn these people have nothing better to do "Rosalind Tanner," she said keeping the embrace firm but short.  The shorter looked that brunette with a smile, "Um... Mr. Benning said that if I need any help around here adjusting that you would be the person I could turn to.  I do hope he was right in his assumption." 

"Unc... Mr. Benning takes liberties in his assuming, but I doubt that there will be any problem with you adjusting here, but if you do need any help of any kind then I'm only a floor away.  If you'll excuse me." 

Passing Steve on the way to her office she saw the flower that he was holding his hand for her and a box on his desk ready to pack.  "Boss?" she heard him question but she closed the door on him and everyone else outside, running her hand through her hair she had never felt so helpless in her life.  She felt gypped out of a job she knew belonged to her, she wanted to lash out hit something but instead she sat in her black leather chair cooled by her absence and looked out the window of her office. 

She was ecstatic when she was told by Uncle Charles herself that she was going to be Benning new acquisitions editor.  She would travel, negotiate, be a leader and finally show her uncle Charles that she worthy.  She felt as if she were stabbed in the back, but putting the whole decision in perspective Benning never gave her the impression that she'd had the job.  Sunday was just another day, as a rule from the moment they started spending Sunday's together there could be no conversation about business, that was off limits and he made sure she understood that.  She knew she shouldn't be feeling betrayed her logical mind told her that, but her heart was another matter it hurt that he didn't tell her in confidence that she wouldn't be receiving the position.  It felt like he had no faith in her at all. 

*****

The couch was the only place she could get a good nights sleep, it had been eight years since the last time she slept on a bed, cozy in her fetal position she ignored the phones ringing opting to wait until one of her roommates got it.  They each shared a room in the loft that Danielle's brother was letting them rent out.  It was a pretty impressive place in size with a second floor that housed all the rooms.  Jac's room was more like a storage place than an actual bedroom; she liked it that way it gave her more room to set up Hendrix, her drum set, and her bongos, Marley, Jeff, and Christian. 

"Somebody get the damn phone!" she yelled out a blanket still over her head. 

"Fuck!" she heard Harper yell out as he caught it glaring at his lazy friend, "your a real lazy ass you know that?"  

"So they tell me," she mumbled before smiling back into her pillow thinking of the scantily clad girls that Dom had dismissed a couple of nights ago. 

"It's for you," tapping her head with the phone her hand shot out but she'd over calculated falling on the wooden floor in a mess of blanket and body, Harper laughed telling the person on the other line that Jac was coming, "you fucking prick," she growled snatching the phone he held out to her. 

"So they tell me," he shot back heading upstairs to his room. 

"What?" There was no way this person on the other end wasn't going to hear bullshit from her waking her up during her nap time. 

"That's how you answer the phone, Jackie, you really need to work on your manners."  It was on the tip of Jac's tongue to tell her sister to fuck off for using the name she knew her sister knew she hated.  "You called me for my manners?" she asked instead sitting up positioning her back against the couch.  "No I came to invite you to dinner, mom's been worried you haven't been to visit her in a month." 

"I've been busy," wiping the coal from her eyes she flicked it away looking at the blank TV.  Already seeing the frown that marred her big sisters face, damn overachiever she thought.  Veronica had always been her family's favorite, but that was mostly her decision than her parents, she was once the pride and joy but at 16 when she decided to share her feelings she was treated more like the black sheep rather than the baby anymore.  Sure they loved her, but she could see the disappointment in their eyes every time they thought she wasn't looking.  One of the many reasons she didn't bother to keep in touch, she'd rather them think she doesn't care than actually care and be that hurt 16 year old, who didn't understand why her parents wouldn't support her.  She became the bad seed when she chose women over men and a life as a musician over a lucrative career as a pencil pusher, now this was who she was whether they liked it or not.  "Too busy to even pick up the phone, I bet all you've been doing today is sleeping." 

"Despite what you think big sister I haven't been sleeping all day, I've gotten up to go take a piss, besides I got home late last night from a big performance yet another one that you and the fam missed." 

"Look Jackie, moms worried about you and despite what you might think or how they act they still love you and it would be good for all involved if you kept in touch with them.  It's not like you live so far away that you can't have dinner with your family or be too busy to phone your concerned mother, I mean she hasn't done anything for you except cloth you and feed you for the eighteen years of your life," Jac noted the condescending tone of her sister and rolled her eyes.  "V, I'll call her okay damn." 

"No you’re coming to my office Friday afternoon to help me with preparations for mom and dad's anniversary, it's only three weeks away."  She went on to tell Jac the address of Benning Publishing House and what time she should be there.  Looking at the phone as she heard the dial tone she threw it behind her on the couch as she wiped her face with her hands.  I hate family gatherings and the last thing I want is to be around mommy and daddy for a whole fucking day but in spite of all her griping she looked down at the pad of where she would meet her sister and the time, she would be there for them.  It was called loyalty and though she didn't show it as often as she should.  She still had two hours until she and the band got together for practice.  First things first though was a damn good shower and something to quell her growling belly, left over Chinese food sounded good and when Dom found out she could always blame Harper.

*****

A slightly younger crowd had opted to join them tonight.  She wore a black and red suit with red in the lining much like the one she wore the other night.  She noticed that the population tonight was mainly women, grinding and gyrating and fevered kisses she felt herself getting wet just watching these women making out on the dance floor.  She wondered what it would have been like, and then stared at her drink and then at the dance floor what the hell was going on with her.  The bartender had served her the same drink as before but this was her third one of the night.  She decided not to tell Steve that she was coming here tonight, she didn't even know herself why she was here. 

She scanned the dance floor, her lips tugged upwards when she spotted a cute blond. Cute, you really must be drunk. 

*****

The music pounded in her ears, while the woman with her pushed harder against her pelvis making the dildo under touch Jac in a very sensitive area.  She loved this kind of music where she could take a stranger in her arms and do whatever she wanted to, because she knew that stranger was willing. 

The band thought it would be a good idea to chill and have fun for a night outside of the bar they usually played at.  Jac chose this place and everyone agreed even Dom, who seemed to be having his own fun at the table they seated themselves at. 

Pulling the girl closer to her she smiled and started kissing her eyes closed to savor the full lips, but she felt eyes on her. 

"You alright?" the girl whispered in her ear as Jac's attention was momentarily directed upstairs. 

"You know her?" the girl questioned trying to get Jac's hands back on her, Jac heard the tinge of jealousy in her voice but feeling a hand taking hers and placing in the back pocket of tight fitting jeans she massaged the tight ass.  The other hand was brought around her neck and soon their lips met again this time in a more thorough kiss. 

Jac's eyes opened still kissing the girl but her eyes were glued to the brunette who didn't look away. Two can play at this game baby.  Thrusting into the excited girl she didn't let release her from their lip lock her eyes still trained on the voyeur on the second floor.  Wonder if she's curious enough to join me. 

"I'll be back, I'm going to get us another playmate," the girl looked to the woman Jac had been staring at earlier and smiled her approval. 

***** 

She's walking this way, it would be so bad for her to hit on me she's not bad on the eyes.  She kept her eyes on the dance floor that the young woman had just left.  From the corner of her eye she could see the blond leaning up against the railing blatantly staring. 

Chancing a quick glance she saw the girl moving toward her, she saw the fire in her eyes and Rosalind's followed her until finally she was standing right beside her.  Rosalind crossed her legs deciding to play with the girl it works for men I don't see why it won't work on lesbians...hmmm..I was right.  She saw the stranger staring at the length of her legs with interest before trailing the green eyes upward meeting the curious grey eyes of the editor. 

"What's your name?" she crouched making sure she was eye level to the seated woman. 

"Rosalind," the smirk voluntarily came without her permission.  I want to hear her screaming my name, I bet I'd cum just from hearing her climax. 

"Rosalind you wanna dance?" Jac held out her hand. 

One elbow leaning on the table at her back and her other hand lounged on her leg, she stared at the woman looking her over, wonder how old she is. 

"Just a dance Ros," Fuck I love the way she says my name.  Rosalind weighed her options it was just a dance if she wanted to end it she would it was that simple. What the hell is wrong with me?  I'm straight. 

"What about your friend down there?" Rosalind heard herself asking. 

Jac leaned closer to answer the question, "she says she likes you too," Jac shrugged, "you looked liked you wanted to join us, I didn't think you'd mind if I invited you down to dance with us," she leaned even closer inches away from Rosalind’s lips. Why am I letting her get this close I should be offended or something "that is if you interested," or something is right. 

Wouldn't mind enjoying this tall drink of water too bad I got to share her though--one on one time with her....the possibilities.  She smiled wolfishly inside, but on the outside her head was tilted waiting for the woman to answer her question.  Lips so close just a little... 

Rosalind jumped making Jac frown, the older woman brought out a cell phone from her side forgetting that she had even had it on.  She looked at the number that showed up on her phone, turning away from the girl she answered leaving Jac to wonder if it was her girlfriend on the other line.  If this chick was mine I wouldn't let her out of my sight. 

The editor stood followed by the curious musician, who licked her lips, at the sight of the sensual motions that this woman made whether unconsciously or consciously she didn't know or cared.  "I have to go," she said grabbing her purse and coat she made her way to the exit, Jac stood trying to process what just happened. 

She didn't turn me down she just has to go.  "Is it your girlfriend?" Jac asked moving through the crowd right behind.  Why the hell am I following her like a stalker?  The woman turned around pinning the smaller woman with her gray eyes, that's why. 

"I don't see how that's any of your concern," tell her your straight she'll leave you alone, then again she looks likes she'd be encouraged rather than discouraged by my propensity for men. 

"It's not," Jac jumped the steps outside the club jogging across the street to catch up, "but I'd really like to spend the night or some night this week or the next getting to know you."  Curves like those exploring and adoring. 

Placing her key in her car door she unlocked the back tossing her things on the seat, "you mean fuck me?" the editor corrected crossing her arms under her breasts. Jac eyes immediately trained on the mounds making the older woman smirk, predictable. 

"You say tomatoes I say tom-a-tos," Jac stepped closer.  This woman knows just how to use her body to get attention.    

"I have to go....." 

"Jac," placing her hands on either side of the striking woman she breathed in her scent, "everybody calls me Jac," 

Intense, her eyes are on fire, Rosalind felt herself moving in until her lips met Jac's, Jac meant for the kiss to be slow, but everything happened so fast.  Their slow lip locking had quickly turned the younger woman on, it didn't help that she already horny but this verbal foreplay and finally getting a chance to touch those lips guided her body before her mind could register what she was doing.  Her hands moved toward the stranger's waist pulling her closer to her.  Both fighting for dominance in the passion laced kiss, Jac had her exactly where she wanted her, pulling her dress shirt out of her skirt the whole suit ensemble itself was a pure turn on. 

Rosalind felt cool hands, on her body, I like this I really really like this.  Rosalind’s hand was in the younger woman's shorter hair, pulling her closer while Jac was more in abandon with her hands quest for flesh.  Her right hand cupped the soft woman's ready breast and her other hand cupped the tight ass that begged to prodded and pinched, Jac happily obliged her slow massage of the woman's ass wasn't enough as she started moving against the stocking leg of the woman who she was kissing.  Breaking from the kiss Jac kneeled before the woman ready to taste the juices she could smell wafting through the air with the intent to seduce her south. 

Rosalind felt the wandering hands her eyes closed the cool body of her car her car? shit she opened her eyes looking around, she parked in a decently secluded place, but there were still angles where they could be spotted pushing the head away from her she moved to the side distancing herself from the passionate girl.  When had she lost control?  Oh god, she was  going to get eaten out in the parking lot but some stranger she just met a very young stranger that was still kneeling before her--a stranger whose hands were light caressing the muscles in her legs--oh hmmm. No! 

"No, I really have to go," she opening her door and closing it, the woman was outside the door with her arms crossed and at the least confused, acting as if having sex in the parking lot wasn't a big deal. 

"Damn," Jac watched the Lexus driving away and with it one of the most striking women she'd ever seen.  As she made her way back into the club she smirked seeing the panicked look on the older woman's face when she realized what was transpiring.  Licking the only digit that got past the panty hose and underwear she hummed at the sweetness on the one finger.  I would have had fun with her, damn I'm so horny at least I still got that other chick what was her name.... 

While Jac was still trying to figure out the damn of the girl she left on the dance floor Rosalind was trying to get comfortable, her mound was pounded from need, she was so close.  Hearing her cell phone ringing she checked the belt but she remembered she'd tossed everything on the back seat.  Unbuckling her seat belt she used her right hand to search the back for it keeping her eyes on the road.  Fortunately there was a stop light and she could finally get it, it was the same number answering the phone she heard the masculine voice asking her what was taking her so long.  She only answered by saying that she was almost there.

*****

Charles had called to see how she was doing and invited her for dinner this evening, she gave herself a once over before she went to knock on the door to his home.  She wondered why she was being summoned, she knew that Charles was more aware of her feelings towards his decision than she cared to acknowledge.  He could tell what she was feeling even before she realized it that that was gift that infuriated her as much as worried her, but fortunately she was not as transparent to the world as she was to that one man. 

"Hello Rosalind come in," Victoria, Charles's wife, ushered her in with a genuine smile, Victoria like Charles was the parent that she never had, the love and support she had yearned for as a child was given to her tenfold as an adult.  She put up her jacket and smiled at the woman that led her into the dinning hall where she saw the rest of the Benning family seated.  Charles and Victoria Benning had been married for forty years now after both of them went through divorces.  In that time that they were married they were blessed with three marvelous children around Rosalind's age that took her in as well treating her just like family. 

There were two girls and one boy, one out of the two girls was married and had a child that was Constance her husband Daniel wasn't in attendance Ros noted, must be on a business trip or something.  Beside her were her two children Gwen and Patty they were the spitting image of both their father and mother, both with deep dimples that only deepened with they smiled. 

The other Benning girl Laura was more of a working woman she worked as an editor at a magazine company a move that initially was to strike out at her father, but became a promising career for her making the Bennet name not only prominent in books but also magazines.  Charles II or Jr., so the family call him was not here tonight he was a professor at a nearby college right now on sabbatical in Europe to pursue a more 'rounded knowledge' he told the family when he first announced the news. 

Rosalind took her place in her regular seat smiling at the two women and the children and Charles, though the betrayal was still embedded in her mind she would not ruin dinner because of it. 

*****

"Oh dear you don't have to help with the dishes," Victoria discouraged the younger woman from picking up another glass, of course Rosalind didn't listen and kept on washing, "you cooked, a fabulous dinner I might add, so I might as well clean." 

"We might as well clean," Laura added not be outdone as she started rinsing and drying making her mother frown even more, "mom why don't you just sit and let us handle this," she pushed her mother to a stool behind the marble island. 

That was a mistake in itself, because as soon as the older woman sat down her mind swam and the first thing that came to mind was the same thing that came to mind when her mother was given the opportunity to think about it. 

"Rosalind Laura," as soon as they heard their names and the sweetened tone to Victoria's voice they knew what was coming next.  "I was talking with an old gal I know from college and she was saying something to me about a benefit that would be helping orphaned children.  She wanted to do something new this year instead of having a get together where the plates--." 

"five hundred a pop about time," Laura stated not knowing the trap that she was getting herself into. 

"So what is she doing this year mom?" Constance added coloring with her children behind her mother. 

"An auction," she informed simply. 

Silence. 

Slowly Rosalind and Victoria both turned slowly to look at the older woman known for her scheming and her knack for persuading people, specifically her kids and husband, to do something that they might me adamantly against doing.  Since knowing the Benning patriarch Rosalind knew that she was no more immune to the woman's charms than her own family was.  Causing the cautious brows to curve at the innocent look the older woman was giving them now. 

Constance had to smile, it was moments like these where she was glad that she was married with children, her mother's determination to get what she wants was unparalleled. When she first saw Rosalind she thought that there was actually a woman alive that could take on her mother, but as time progressed and the armor that Rosalind had constructed to withstand badgering, Constance saw her mother's talent truly at its finest with the tall brunette.  She was surprised the editor lasted that long. 

"What?" 

"Mother" 

"Victoria." 

"Wha?...oh alright, but I would like both of you to remember that what I did was for the sake of charity and those children why there was this one little girl tha--," 

"Your digressing," her daughter bit out waiting impatiently to hear what she suspected her mother had already taken the liberty of doing. 

Rosalind leaned on the island now with one and while the other was on her hip, "Victoria..." 

"I couldn't help it both of you are such beautiful girl and eligible and Nancy just got to talking about her beautiful daughter contributing to charity and how they were sure to be ones to accumulate the most money for the bid.  That Nancy even when we were younger, she was so sure of herself and her daughters don't look at that great anyway, if I were her I wouldn't be bragging, they have nothing on you two and I just wanted--" 

"You just wanted to use us to get back at some sorority sister, who you wanted to show up," Rosalind interrupted this time shaking her head. 

"I would expect this kind of stunt with daddy but you mom, you've though of some schemes mother," 

"I don't scheme I improvise with what I have to work with, and who says that the gentleman bidding on you isn't going to be the love of your life things like that happen you know."  Laura shook her head wondering what fantasy world her mother lived in, that stuff only happens in the movies she thought to herself. 

"And who says that we won't be ending up with some old fart who'll try to cop a feel making excuses about the different medications he's taking," Laura dramatized with scowl. 

"Stop being dramatic," 

"I will as soon as you get us out of that pageant or whatever it is." 

"It's an auction and it's for a good cause, when have you ever contributed to a charity for the good of adolescents." 

"Never, but that's not the point. You meddled mother." 

"Now," Constance started, "yes she bragged about having two beautiful daughters she had for charity, it's not like she signed you guys up for it already," she defended her mother. 

The look across the matriarch's face didn't escape Rosalind's notice, "Victoria tell me you didn't" 

"I didn't," 

"You did." 

Both Laura and Rosalind resigned the idea of further protesting the idea, they were going to be in the auction whether they liked it or not, Victoria made it look easy.  Charles would love someone like Victoria as his liaison with the would-be-writers of the world it would make his life so much easier in the demanding business of egos. 

Her thoughts of business made her think about the job that she lost to Veronica Murphy she hadn't known the woman for long and already detested her, of course all Charles did was sing her praise and it irked her even more that coworkers were already kissing her ass.  Where was the loyalty? 

"Rosalind," Charles stood outside walking toward Rosalind en route to her car a walk away, "Charles," she said brusquely looking at her friend, mentor, and father. 

"You haven't said anything about my decision," he pointed out, still on his steps, "I didn't think it mattered what I thought, your a capable man Charles I'm sure you can hire someone as equally competent to be the editor-n-chief." 

"You thought it would be you," he said bluntly smiling although Rosalind couldn't see any humor in the situation. 

"It had crossed my mind," Rosalind conceded keeping her face clear of any underlying emotion that he could read and use. 

"Bullshit," the brunette curved her brow, "you wanted you still do because you deserve it, just say and you can have the job I'll fire Veronica in the morning and it will be yours."  He's up to something, why would he make it so easy for me, would he really fire her or is he just saying that because he knows I want the job.  Is he capable of being that cruel? 

While Rosalind thought about his tempting offer, she felt the breeze playing with her hair caressing her skin, thoughts of the blonde woman she met earlier popped in her head making her smirk.  The confused look on Charles’s face went unnoticed. 

"No, as much as I want it I will respect your decision you made it for a reason and I can't deny that Mrs. Murphy is more than qualified to handle the job." 

Charles looked at the young woman before him and he couldn't have been more proud of her at this moment than he'd ever be, my little girl is growing up. 

Rosalind sat in the car, mulling over the decision that she'd made and wondering that if she'd said she wanted the job would she have gotten it, I guess that will be another mystery I'll have to sleep on tonight along with what the hell I was thinking earlier with that blond what was her name...J? Jac.

 

Part 2

 

Danielle trudged into the shower at about 8:00 a.m. she was the early riser out of the group which was fine by her, she enjoyed the fresh hot cascading down her body.  The tension her shoulders and body seemed to be washed away as soon as the spray hit her, undressing she stepped into the shower, her body already anticipating the warmth that she usually drowned herself in. 

Turning the hot toggle ice cold pellets beat down on her her back pulling back the sprays attacked her too surprised to push the sprayer away she opted to just jump out.  But her feet had gotten caught on the porcelain she tried to catch herself but failed ending up face first on the matted floor in a less than ceremonious landing. 

Harper and Jac looked up upon hearing the commotion up stairs, "what the hell..." Dom started not knowing what the hell was going on until the snickering of the two blonds eating coco puffs caught his attention. 

"What did you guys do?" 

"Turned off her hot water," Harper said between crunches. 

"Serves her right for bogarding the hot water, bout time she got a taste of her own medicine," placing her cleaned dishes in the drain she smiled at the sound of the loud screech that sounded like her name.  Descending the stairs was a disheveled individual that came stomping in the kitchen still wet and looking mighty angry. 

"Anyone ever tell you you look sexy all wet and pissed off like that?" Jac teased, Dom shook his head behind the sports page looking over discretely to get a look at his pissed off band mate. 

"Don't you dare laugh Dom, she could have killed me." 

"The award for best drama queen drum roll please," Jac obliged while Harper opened the invisible envelope.  "DANIELLE!" 

"Jac I'm gonna kick your ass!" she screamed starting toward the smiling blond. 

"As tempting as that sounds rolling around with a wet woman and what not I have an engagement that I'm already late for as it is," Jac opened the door, "but if your really looking for someone to hurt get Harper he's the one that gave me the wrench."  The laughing man's humor immediately stopped looking at the angry guitarist already shooting daggers at him. 

Already at the bottom of the stairs Jac laughed hearing a high pitched scream, "Harper you pussy," she shook her head getting into her car.  She still had the morning before she had to go see her sister.  With some time to kill and some weed in her glove compartment she smiled driving off knowing exactly where she was going to go.

*****

Rosalind's ornery mood could be explained by raging hormones, pms, and being overlooked for a job opportunity the latter most of her coworkers would attribute her mood to.  Yet, it was not so, Rosalind had been called early that morning for a meeting with Charles Benning in Veronica Murphy's office, she didn't want to have to deal with either of them this early morning.  After mulling over the proposition that Charles had made that evening she wasn't feeling better about it, especially after her errant thoughts kept trying to analyze what had happened.  It was worse that Veronica was qualified for the job and even more she couldn't get that stupid blond out of her head or even figure out why she had let it go as far as it did in a parking lot no less! 

This morning was not the morning she needed to fucked with.  Holding her briefcase in a tight grip with her overcoat over her arm she saw her secretaries desk empty and knew that she'd chew Steve's ass out for not being here on time yet again.  She knew that she would eventually apologize by letting him of early but for now she would vent on whatever was nearest to her.

*****

When Rosalind entered the new exec editor's office she noted that Veronica had already accentuated her personality and character into her new office, which grated her nerves even more than having to sit here with this woman until Charles arrived. 

"Would you like some coffee?" Veronica's secretary waited having heard her boss ask the tall brunette, Rosalind shook her head when gestured to take a seat she did leaving both women in silence. 

"How was your weekend?" Veronica started making idle chit chat. 

"Good and yours," Rosalind played along. 

"Good." 

"Good." 

"Well it's nice to know that at least the two of you are making an effort," Charles walked in with a confident stride stopping in between the two women, "despite the reluctant communication which I hope this meeting will cure." 

"We have competition for some of the best authors now we need something to reel them in that's why I'm going to put you two together on a pet project of mine.  We want to widen our horizons and therefore our genre of books the leading demographic don't read anymore that's why we have to target them and that's where I want you two concerned." 

"That's brilliant Charles that exactly the direction I was aiming for," Veronica jumped in. 

Rosalind was more hesitant. 

"And what kind of books will we be publishing then and we still have an obligation to our loyal readers, but most importantly our authors." 

"I know Rosalind that is where you come in this equation you know these authors and their egos Veronica although an asset in my vision doesn't and I need someone strong in that position.  We're changing our new look and grab." 

Charles excitement was infectious for at least one of the editors there Veronica was ready to plunge into Charles vision, and as much as she admired him as a man and a mentor Rosalind although smiling was most apprehensive. 

After Charles relayed some of the new stories and authors they were going to go for and the ones that they wanted to go outside of their normal genre he left them to their own devices.  Fortunately the topic being left on business continued on business two hours had passed by as they sorted out the names and negotiated schedules and figuring out who would need what for more convincing.  When Rosalind left started for her office straight away knowing that the majority of her day would be to bullshit her way into the hearts of the authors and appeasing those that might me less inclined to the changes her boss was making.  Contracts were a beautiful thing.

*****

With the munches and figuring that since it was lunch she could stop by a lounge or something like that and get something to eat she was really in the mood for Chinese or tacos but when she went in the employee lounge on what she discovered was her sisters floor she spotted heaven.  Scrounging through her pockets for money she started her quest for quenching her appetite with a quarter halfway in and her mouth already watering at the sight of the Doritos.

*****

"Yes your work is legendary that's why we think that you can broaden your horizons." Rosalind waited, "I know its' not required nor is it in your contract but.....I know....I know....but someone of your skills I'm sure can master the art of taking on a new challenge.  I remember 'Dreamers Window' it was beautifully written and your passage..." Rosalind opened said book fingering through the text before she found some random line. "With an aching heart she sank to her knees the wind whipped through her hair but she didn't feel it her soul was shattered and what was left was a dreamer looking out a window that had once been opened and then violently shut by the unforgiving winds'.  Passages like that are the reason why you were selected as one of the few authors to take on this new venture that Benning books is more than confident will succeed."

Jac went to the floor that her sister told her to go to, but she wasn't in her office not one to sit idly she wasn't that interested in seeing the knick knacks her sister had in her office so she decided to explore.  That's when she came upon the boisterous and amusing guy who couldn't possibly be straight named Steve, who needed help taking some manuscripts down to his boss’s office.  She decided against declining seeing as she had nothing to do for who knows how long.  Saddled with a large stack of papers imagine Jac's surprise when she heard a voice so familiar.  Steve had deposited the manuscripts on the desk bitchin about something, but Jac couldn't contain her curiosity as she started toward the open office door. 

Low and behold it's her withholding a laugh she saw Steve answering a phone call very professionally but his demeanor changed from professional to flirty realizing who was on the other end, probably his lover she thought to herself, but she wasn't worried about him. 

Leaning against the door frame she looked at the woman not believing her luck in seeing this goddess again.  What was her name again?  But she didn't have to worry about remembering she spotted the plaque on her desk Rosalind. 

Smiling as the woman worked the person the other line she clapped when the editor hung up the phone. 

Rosalind looked up from her desk to see the young woman from the night before her eyes widened then narrowed at the leer that she was giving her. 

"Are you stalking me?" she asked from behind her desk not sure if it was wise to stand. 

"No, just admiring your natural knack for bullshitting, have you even read that book," she pointed at it. 

The brunette shook her head, "I didn't think so." 

"What are you doing here?" 

"Meeting someone, but I'm mighty tempted to ditch that lunch date now." Pushing off the wooden door frame she came into the room only taking her eyes off the older woman once to close the door and lock it. 

"What are you doing?" Rosalind's heart was pounding. 

"Giving us some privacy, when I talk to people I like their undivided attention while I'm getting to know them," she explained. 

"You mean fuck me," she corrected. 

"You say tomato I say tom-a-to, nice view," she stood by the window but kept her eyes on the staggering woman before her, she was boiling with need just looking at her with scenarios going through her head in so many ways she could take her. 

"One of the many perks of my job," she answered licking her lips her mouth feeling suddenly dry.  They stared for some time neither of them making a move savoring the moment of anticipation that was quickly interrupted by the shrill of the telephone ringing.  While Rosalind averted her eyes becoming the dominant no nonsense business woman Jac couldn't help the reaction her body made to the witnessed transition.

"No Paul you know that we've always been loyal to your vision as an artist," Rosalind coaxed listening to the man on the other end while still very aware of the blond that was still staring at her.  She didn't dare look into her eyes to find the fire inside them for fear of what she might do in her world of control.  "Uh huh...." she trailed off when she felt her personal space being invaded by an inviting smell. 

Dropping to her knees in front of the woman at the same time pulling her rotating chair in her direction, Rosalind looked down at the girl whose eyes were still trained on her.  "Yeah I know that’s why I want you Paul your the best." 

Jac shook her head slowly, "no he's not," her hands slid up her legs slowly never taking interest in one part of her flesh than the other, she moved higher to Rosalind thighs. Kneading them open with slow caresses and butterfly kisses she smiled smelling the desire wafting from this woman, who she desired, not even knowing the extent of that desire. 

Rosalind laughed but watched as she opened her legs to the blond woman feeling her skirt being pushed up and showing herself in all her glory as she lifted up to give Jac more purchase to her center.  She shivered watching Jac smell her thank goodness I decided not to wear those stockings.  With an outstretched tongue Jac played with Rosalind her tongue grazing her center through the material of her panties.  She smiled hearing the excited intake of breath. 

"Paul I understand your...con...cern....of all the pe.."  Pushing her panties aside slowly she played with the inside of her thighs looking intently growing more and more intoxicated by the smell of her.  "People, no...I.." she cleared her throat, "you know that you can always come to me, if not anyone else I look after my authors." 

"You deserve a medal," Jac smiled into her again rubbing her nose up and down her clit making the brunette jump, I can't believe that this is happening. 

"Stop teasing," she laughed, Jac didn't know whether she talking to her or the guy on the other end. 

She moved her nose harder against the throbbing nub, "okay," she husked taking her tongue and wiping all across her expanse in a slow motion. Oh fuck oh.... 

She'd plunged in with earnest licking and slurping holding the thighs as she pulled the editor closer, Rosalind's head flew back against her chair the phone still at her ear.  "Yes..yessss...no Paul," she came to again but was quickly thrust back into her nirvana when Jac's tongue played with her throbbing clit with abandon.  "Paul I'll...I'll call you...back," she gasped out trying to sound professional when she was nowhere near her ambition.  She'd dropped the phone against the base and her hand came around to run through the blond head that moved against her with force bringing on pleasure to her. 

"Fuck....ooh fuck." she gasped like a mantra, "Jac...faster," she was surprised in her state of mind that she'd remembered the woman's name.  Leaning further back into her chair holding onto Jac all the while she thrust into her before falling into a happy place.  Jac licked at her once more playing with the clit and licking up the sweet nectar that this woman released.  Laying back in her chair with her heart beating faster and her chest pounding she looked down at the girl smiling at her triumph. 

Jac leaned back on her hind legs watching the woman, Rosalind had closed her eyes and when she met them again as they opened she saw the desire in here eyes.  While this little tryst was fun it wasn't in the least fulfilling she was wet but fully prepared to take the editor again if it meant seeing and smelling and tasting the older woman in all her glory. 

A phone was ringing.  Rosalind knew it wasn't hers she watched curiously as the woman took the phone from underneath her jacket rolling her eyes when she saw the number that came up.  Turning her back on the woman licking her lips from the taste of her that pleased Rosalind more than she could say she saw the girl tense wondering who could be on the other line. 

"I went there you weren't in your office." 

"You could have waited for me." 

"Look why don't we reschedule." 

"Tonight." 

"No I have a date tonight."  Rosalind frowned at that straightening herself up as she listened to more of the conversation.  Who was she going out with? I bet its that girl I saw her with the other night, she used me.  Rosalind so set in her train of thought didn't realize that Jac had finished and was looking at her amused, uncrossing her arms Jac made her way over the woman. 

"You seem confused about something," she leaned against the desk, wanting to take Rosalind on it. 

"Hmm....I have work to do so I guess if you want nothing else," she started for the phone again, Jac looked at her with a frown what happened in between me answering Veronica and hanging up on her?   

"You're still here?" 

"You said if I didn't want anything else I should go, I want something else." 

"What?" 

"You on your back, I thought I made that clear," she watched the woman's lips move and smiled wanting to trace them with her tongue. 

"Look I know your type besides I'm sure your date tonight wouldn't be too happy if she found out where you like spending your afternoons.  Now, if you don't leave I'm going to call security." 

Security?...this crazy... "fine."

*****

Veronica watched her sister leave Rosalind’s office with a frown on her face, what in the world was she doing in there? 

Jac was too caught up in whatever she was thinking of she didn't notice her sister and Steve was being as nosy as ever taking everything in knowing that there was bound to be some drama to come out of all this.  Whatever 'this' was he didn't know but it was going to be good. 

Veronica's frown only deepened when she saw an equally disturbing frown on Rosalind's face a quick once over showed her clothing slightly rumpled as well, what the hell is going on?  Veronica was a smart woman; she cleared her throat getting Rosalind's attention while doing so with a smile she entered seating herself in the chair parallel to the editor.

*****

"Where are you?" 

"Well hello to you too sis." 

"I don't mind your lifestyle but when it interferes with mine or my coworker’s better judgment I worry." 

Jac looked at the phone chewing her vanilla ice cream, "what are you talking about?" 

"I'm talking about Rosalind Saunders, she's off limits." 

Rosalind?  "You talking about the brunette that works on the floor below yours?" 

"Yeah, look I know your style love em leave em I can't have Rosalind thinking about you and what might have been when she needs to concentrate on her work." 

"Whatever," then she hung up. 

Jac wasn't one of those women that made it her mission in life to sleep with everything that walks, and even if she did sleep with a woman she wasn't one for the one night rule either.  If the pussy was good she was coming back and if it wasn't then she was going to go for more. 

Rosalind had the juiciest sweetest pussy she'd tasted in a long time, so long she couldn't remember how long, but she knew that her sister just solidified her seeing this woman yet again.  She thought back to her reaction and her temper earlier, all she had to do was channel that excess energy to something more productive.  A grin formed on her face as ideas began swimming through her head.

*****

She was laying on her couch holding a glass of red wine she'd just opened, her thoughts were trained on what happened earlier that day in the office.  The feelings that were coursing through her veins throughout her encounter with Jac.  The name was so masculine, but beyond her clothing and her tight fitting jeans she imagined anything but masculine lay underneath. 

Jac Jac Jac.....  The nerve of that woman—why the hell was this woman effecting her so to her knowledge she was straight and had been for the better part of thirty four years soon to be thirty five in just a couple of weeks.  What made her come to me that day?  Oh I've never done that before....never though that I'd be doing that in my office or having someone do it to me.....but I liked it. 

Closing her eyes to the thoughts of the woman that was still a mystery to her she felt her eyes flutter shut as the thoughts lulled her to a peaceful sleep.

*****

"Fuck yea..ohhh....ooh...yea babby...harder...har.....uhhhh......OHHHHHHHH......."  Jac liked the sound of a woman climaxing, she loved even better slurping up the juices that her lover provided.  Her conversation with her sister left her in a funk, but Barbie soon got her out of it lying back on the sink she watched as the girl got her clothes together. 

Leaving her with a lingering kiss she opened the door and Jac followed zipping her pants in the process. 

They entered the hallway of applause and whistles that continued outside the hallway into the bar, the girl look horrified but Jac on the other hand took the bills from respective losers.  Never bet against the Casanova of pussy. 

The music started up again as the girl tried to disappear in the crowd and leave, Jac looked after her and felt a tinge of remorse for the girl but just as quickly as it came it disappeared.  She didn't dwell on it, getting pats on the back from the guys and girls of the rowdy club not entirely a homosexual population she sat with her band mates. 

"That was fucked up man," Harper said counting up the bills that he'd collected from tonight's bets. 

"Real fucked up," the difference between Dani's reprimand and Harper's was that Dani actually sympathized for these girls.  She could play the brusque butch who couldn't give a damn better than anyone but there was a line that was just wrong to cross.  As much as she loved her friends sometimes they could be cruel and on nights like these when they were drunk and drugged up enough to play this game she didn't like what she saw. 

The 'game' had started out as a joke Jac had taken some unknown to the bathroom to basically get all she wanted.  Harper turned the music down just enough so everybody could hear the moans coming from the bathroom.  After that night it became fun to bet on if Jac could get this certain girl in the bathroom, some of the side bets would be how loud she would be, and if Jac could get her to scream louder. 

This was not one of the shinning moments for either of her friends, she was surprised the manager had let it go on this long, but it was like a tourist attraction in a sense, that no one could deny its pull.  She found herself betting sometimes, but her conscious got to her, and now she was a bystander that just watched these girls get humiliated time after time for the majority's enjoyment.  Dom had just stopped coming it was getting too hard to watch his friend become whatever it was she was transforming into.

*****

Jac wanted to see Rosalind again, she like the woman despite her obvious qualms with Jac, but she would soon get over it, Rosalind was just the kind of woman that was too good to pass up.  At least that was Jac's reasoning as she decided that she was going to see her again, she hated leaving unfinished business and Rosalind was that unfinished business.  She didn't have a number or a place of address, but she did know someone who probably knew the address and number though she didn't think her sister would be too enthusiastic to help her out.  Getting out of her car she looked at the building seeing no lights on except for one that she could assume was someone that didn't have a life.  The door was unlocked and the front desk was empty shrugging her shoulders she wasn't about to wait for him to get back, using the elevator she started up to her sister's floor.  The sound of a vacuum was in the opposite direction, giving her enough time to pick her sister's l