Rain Check
by
Shadylady
Disclaimer: The glass ceiling in business continues
to exist today. See how this executive happens to handle it when she
slams against it in her career.
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"God damn it to Hell.
Fucking bunch of bastards. How could they do this to me again,"
fumed the angry woman pacing back in forth in front of the office window
overlooking downtown Atlanta.
Chelsea Richardson was angry. She had worked hard within the company to
climb the executive ladder. It seemed for every goal she wanted to
reach; it took her more tries than the average executive did. She had
been grooming for this newest promotion for eighteen months. She had
taken night courses after work and committed many extra hours to
catching up the company's back load of projects. She had volunteered to
lead many smaller projects that needed to be done within a specific time
frame. Her outcomes had been excellent. Her commitment to the company
was excellent. She could not understand how the Board of Directors could
bring in some untried, unknown executive to fill the position. Who
exactly is Remy Carrington? What are his credentials that make him a
better candidate? No one was answering questions. The answer would not
be forthcoming until he started work on Monday and today was only
Friday.
Chelsea slammed down her notepad and pulled out her chair. Walking
around to the front of the chair, she stopped and flopped down. She
buzzed for her secretary. While waiting she picked up a pencil and
drummed it on the desktop.
Her secretary stood and looked through the glass partition before moving
toward the door. She had noted Chelsea's state of mind when she came
storming past her desk less than thirty minutes ago. She could see the
pain and disappointment again etched on her face, knowing she did not
get the promotion. Liz, the secretary, watched her boss sitting there
thumping the pencil up and down. Chelsea was a beautiful woman who
carried herself well. She was tall and athletically honed from daily
exercise routines both before and after work. Staying fit and trim was a
priority to her. She wore her dark, auburn hair swaying gently to her
shoulders. Her bangs dangled enticingly over her forehead. Chelsea was
forever reaching up and brushing them aside mainly from habit and no
other reason. Her eyes blazed with fiery emeralds when she was upset or
angry as she was today but the color was beautiful, even in anger. Her
face was attractive with her perfect nose and alluring lips. She was
very confident of herself and it showed in all interactions she had.
Liz picked up her notepad, took a deep breath, and entered the office.
"Yes, Ms. Richardson, you wanted to see me?" Liz spoke aloud.
"Liz, clear my calendar, please, for the rest of the day. I'll be out of
the office this afternoon," Chelsea said to her as she sat up straighter
in her chair.
"Is there anything I can……" Liz began.
"No, Liz. I'm fine. I just need to get out of here. I've got to have
some time to think things through." Chelsea replied in a disappointed
voice.
"Sure, I'll be glad to handle everything for you. In fact, your calendar
was clear except for the time we set aside to finish those files. You
should be good to go." Liz replied as she stood up to leave the office.
"Thanks, Liz," answered Chelsea as she stood too, preparing to leave the
office.
Chelsea hailed a cab to the Marta station where she caught the afternoon
train to Dunwoody. From the Dunwoody train station, she picked up her
car and drove home to her apartment. She entered the empty rooms and
tossed her keys onto the table as she walked down the hall to her
bedroom. Quickly stripping off her clothing, she stepped into the
shower. With the water cascading down over her head, she finally let her
tears of frustration flood from her eyes. As she worked to regain her
composure, she told herself, "Never again! I am not going to let this
bother me any more."
Chelsea finished her shower and as she was drying, she realized she
needed to get out of the apartment and be around people to take her mind
off of the events of today. She decided she would go back uptown to the
new club, The Dive. She had heard the music was rocking and the girls
were hot. It was just what she needed tonight. That would be the trick
to take her mind off her troubles.
Chelsea slipped on a pair of black silk g-string panties. She reached
into her closet and removed a black dress. The jet-black halter dress
was made of a brocade stretch fabric, which would mold to her breasts.
The back was cut nearly halfway down her back while the front, in its
halter style, circled her breasts, bringing attention to them. She did
not wear a bra so her nipples were softly outlined against the snug
material. The center was cut into a deep vee between her breasts. The
skirt of the dress flared gently, dropping midway down her thighs. To
complete her outfit, Chelsea added a pair of black high heel shoes. She
slipped a pair of diamond studs into her ears and circled her neck with
a white gold, herringbone necklace. Turning toward her dressing table,
she quickly spritz with perfume, applied her makeup and lipstick, and
brushed her hair. She was ready to go.
Chelsea drove to the front of the club where she pulled to a stop. The
valet ran around and opened her door, holding out a hand to assist her
as she rose from the car. Chelsea flipped her keys to the valet and
walked toward the front of the club. Lights were blazing and music
poured from the door as patrons entered and exited. Chelsea walked to
the door, paid her cover charge, and entered the club.
The club was noisy and active since it was Friday night. As Chelsea
pushed her way toward the bar, she noted some of the women that were
currently in the building. They appeared to be of all ages, races,
sizes, and persuasions. She saw couples, groups, and singles as she
continued moving deeper into the club. Upon reaching the bar, she looked
for a seat that would allow her to watch the dance floor. Chelsea loved
to dance and enjoyed watching others dance nearly as much. Once seated,
she ordered a vodka martini. As she turned toward the dance floor, she
felt a presence slip up behind her. Sipping her drink, she continued
looking around. When she sat down her drink, the woman behind her moved
around in front where she could see her. Chelsea liked what she saw.
The woman was probably the same height that she was but more heavily
built. She was not overweight but exhibited some highly developed
muscles on her biceps and thighs. She had light chestnut hair that was
cut close to her head, lying in a soft brown cap. Her eyes were brown,
nearly the same shade as her hair. She had dimples on either side of her
mouth that deepened as she smiled; showing her well-shaped firm mouth.
She had high cheekbones like an Indian with a straight perfect nose. She
was wearing black dress trousers with black square-toed boots on her
feet and a creamy white silk, tucked neatly into her trousers. It was
unbuttoned to the top of her breasts. She had nice shaped breasts, just
a little on the small side however. Chelsea couldn't help checking her
out as she stood beside her.
"Hello, May I buy you another drink?" the stranger asked Chelsea.
"Uh, sure, that would be nice." Chelsea managed to get out.
"What are you drinking?" asked the stranger as she turned toward the
bar, signaling the bartender.
"Vodka martini." Chelsea replied.
"By the way my name is R.C.," the woman told Chelsea as she handed her
drink to her.
"Very nice to meet you. My name is Chelsea," Chelsea responded in turn.
Chelsea could feel the tension she had been under slipping further away
as she sat beside R.C. This woman intrigued her and she hoped she would
get the opportunity to get to know her even better at least for tonight.
Chelsea enjoyed sex but had been too busy in her professional life to
want to pursue a full time relationship. Instead, she followed the
slogan of the 4 G's in life: Get it on, Get off, Get dressed, and Get
out. One-night stands were all she wanted when the need for intimacy
came over her. Tonight was a good night to have those needs met.
Generally, she was passive in her role but tonight she wanted it hard,
fast, and rough. She hoped that R.C. would fill the role.
R.C. watched Chelsea as she sipped her drink, thinking what a hot dish
and wondered if she was waiting for someone or was alone. Well, only one
way to find out, she thought to herself.
"Chelsea?" R.C. asked in a low toned southern drawl, "Are you waiting
for anyone or are you here alone this evening?"
Chelsea leaned forward exposing a little more of her breasts as she
answered while looking around the room, "Humm, seems to be a house full
of people here, but no, I'm not waiting for anyone." She looked up into
R.C.'s brown eyes and smiled.
"Good, I'm really glad to hear that," replied R.C. as she sipped her gin
and tonic.
"Why, what do you have in mind?" Chelsea questioned with a little smirk
on her face.
"I though maybe you might like to hang out a bit, dance, have another
drink or two. You know, see where the evening leads." R.C. answered in a
suggestive voice.
"Sounds like a plan to me. Why don't we see if we can find a table
closer to the dance floor?" Chelsea mentioned as she sat her drank on
the coaster.
Great, R.C. replied as she rose up slightly on tiptoe and looked around
the perimeter of the dance floor. Near the far wall, she spotted an
empty table that should give them enough privacy to talk while still
enjoying the music and dancers.
R.C. held out her hand to Chelsea saying, "I see one across the room. If
we make a quick charge across the dance floor, I think we can get there
before anyone else notices it being empty.
Chelsea reached out and grasped R.C.'s hand as she slid from the stool.
Holding tightly to each other, they quickly rush through the middle of
the dancers to the still empty table. The lighting was more subdued in
this area of the room as was the volume of noise. This would be perfect
for them to get to know one anther if they chose to do so.
Once seated, they paused for a few moments to catch their breaths,
laughing lightly at how they must have looked sprinting across the dance
floor. Chelsea leaned both elbows on the table and propped her chin in
her cupped hands. She watched as R.C. signaled the barmaid to come take
their drink orders. Chelsea liked the commanding way that R.C. had in
handling their plans. In fact, so far, there was very little she didn't
like. She thought back on the way that R.C. hand had felt in her. She
remembered the strong yet tender way in which R.C. had linked their
fingers just as they began the rush across the room. Rather than pulling
her along, she had stayed right beside her making sure she didn't trip
or fall. Chelsea admitted to herself that she was also attracted to
R.C.'s physical looks and would not mind finding out more of what she
might look like beneath her clothes.
They sat quietly for a few minutes absorbing the sound and action around
them. The dance floor was directly to their right while there appeared
to be a dimly lit hallway to the left. The was a sign next to the
hallway saying, POWDER ROOM. "At least," R.C. thought to herself,
"We're in a little better vicinity to all the areas we might possibly
need."
The barmaid returned with their drinks. R.C. quickly paid her, pushing
Chelsea's money back toward her saying, "Next time." They sat together
sipping their drinks and listening to the music, learning a little more
about one another.
"What kind of work do you do R.C.?" Chelsea asked as she swirled her
finger around in the moisture on the side of her glass.
"Right now, I am between jobs. I have a job that I should be picking up
on Monday but something just doesn't feel right about it. I can't put my
finger on it but something tells me I would be making the wrong decision
if I take it." R.C. answered slowly.
"What kind of job is it?" questioned Chelsea.
"Well, out of respect for the company I'd rather not say right now, if
you understand." R.C. responded quietly.
"Oh, yes. I do." Chelsea came back while nodding.
"So, what about you, Chelsea? What about your job?" asked R.C.
"I'm kind of in the same boat as you. I have a terrific job but the
company is jerking with me and there seems to be an unspoken glass
ceiling. I have got to make some harsh decisions whether I stay with the
company or move on." she replied sadly.
"I tell you what. Let's forget about work for the time being and come
dance with me," R.C. stated as she watched the look of unhappiness
settle on Chelsea's face while she spoke of her job.
Chelsea looked over at R.C. and smiled, "Yes, that would be perfect."
R.C. stood up and reached for Chelsea, helping her to stand. Both turned
toward the dance floor. R.C. placed her hand gently in the middle of
Chelsea's back as she guided her toward the dance floor. She could feel
the warmth of Chelsea's bare skin where the back of the dress dipped to
her hips. It felt soft and smooth on her fingertips.
Reaching the dance floor, they turned toward each other and starting
moving in time to the music. Both R.C. and Chelsea loved to dance and it
was apparent in the fluid dance moves they were making. The black strobe
lights flashed off and on adding tension to the dancing with their
lightening-like flashes. The couple continued to gyrate faster to the
music, enjoying the chance to release some pent up tension. The song
came to and end. R.C. and Chelsea remained on the dance floor standing
next to each other along with several other couples as they waited for
the next song. No words were exchanged as they simply caught their
breaths.
The music began and a deep bass beat could be heard sending pulsing
beats through their bodies. They began dancing again, matching the
throbbing beats of the drums. The strobe lights added to the excitement.
Dancing bodies around them crushed the two women closer together.
R.C. reached out and turned Chelsea away from her. She stepped up close
behind Chelsea and molded her body to the back of Chelsea as the
hypnotic music raced through her body. She slid her arms around Chelsea
and placed both hands on Chelsea's abdomen, pulling her tight back
against her body as she ground against her, bumping with the music. As
one unit, R.C. swayed with Chelsea and twisted, holding her tight
against her own body. She could feel Chelsea's hips pressed against her
pubic area and it ignited heat deep within the core of her. R.C.'s
breath deepened as she pressed even tighter to Chelsea. She could feel
Chelsea's breath quicken with excitement as they continued to grind
against each other. Tingles of excitement coursed throughout R.C.'s
body.
In the meantime, Chelsea was slowly burning. She loved being held in
this manner, tight against another female body. She could feel R.C.'s
fingers splayed across her abdomen, as they gently held tight against
her, pulling her tighter in against R.C.'s body. She ground her hips
back as they moved with the music, teasing R.C. with her body. She could
feel R.C.'s heat against her back. She could feel R.C.'s breasts pressed
against her bare back, the rigid nipples behind the silk, rubbing
against her as they moved with the throb of the music.
R.C. let her hands slid lower, stroking the tops of Chelsea's thighs.
Her dress slid beneath the touch of her hands as R.C. slowly moved her
hands up and down. Finally, she stopped, turned Chelsea in her arms, and
pulled her tight up against her chest.
"God, this feels so good," R.C. thought as she again wrapped her arms
around Chelsea, this time planting her hands on both of Chelsea's hips.
Chelsea wrapped her arms around R.C.'s shoulders and held on, loving the
way they felt moving together. Her body began to burn with lust as she
could feel their breasts rubbing together. Her nipples became firm and
burned each time she moved against R.C.'s chest. She could feel R.C.'s
breast against hers and it made her body want more. She wanted it now.
Throw caution to the wind. Here. In front of everyone. She needed her,
bad.
R.C. could feel the tension rising in Chelsea's arms as they danced. She
too, was at the point she needed more. Stepping back from Chelsea, she
let her hand slid down Chelsea's arm until once again she held her hand.
This time R.C. turned and pulled Chelsea along beside her, heading back
toward their table. Instead of stopping at the table, R.C. continued
stepping into the darkened hallway leading to the Powder Room.
Once inside the dim hallway, R.C. stopped and turned, pulling Chelsea
hard against her body. She slid her arms behind Chelsea and captured the
back of her head in her hands. R.C. leaned forward and pressed her mouth
against Chelsea's lips, covering them in a hot, passionate kiss. Chelsea
opened her lips and allowed R.C. to press her tongue deep inside as they
pressed more firmly together. Chelsea moved her hands to R.C. hips and
just held on as the kiss swept through her body and settled in the core
of her womanhood. She felt herself getting damp and excited.
R.C. pulled back, panting slightly as she again moved them both further
down the hallway into the Powder Room.
"Thank god it's empty," R.C. said a little prayer as they entered.
Chelsea tugged gently on her hand, stopping their movement as she turned
to lock the door behind them.
Chelsea was excited. She knew the danger and excitement heightened her
emotions as anyone could come pounding on the door at any moment. She
walked closer to R.C., reached out, caught the front of her shirt, and
pulled her nearer, slashing her mouth against R.C.'s in a hot fiery
kiss.
R.C. walked Chelsea backward until she had her pinned against the wall.
Once there, R.C. pressed hard against Chelsea, rubbing her chest up
against Chelsea's chest. Still kissing her, she pressed her tongue deep,
sucking hard as she felt Chelsea trembling in her arms. Pulling back,
R.C. moved one hand up to run her fingertips across the top of Chelsea
halter-top where her breasts rose with passion. Keeping her eyes focused
on Chelsea's eyes, R.C. slid her hand beneath the halter-top and cupped
one breast.
"God, she's hot. So soft and firm," R.C. thought as she ran her
fingers over Chelsea's breast.
She found the firm, hard nipple and pinched it between her finger and
thumb making Chelsea arch into R.C.'s body. Chelsea moaned as hot
spheres of desire shot through her breast to her hot, wet core of
desire.
R.C. could tell Chelsea was ready for more as she pulled back and turned
Chelsea to face the wall. She reached down, lifted Chelsea's arms up
over her head, placing her hands on the wall, and whispered in her ear,
"Leave them there. No matter what, keep them on the wall."
Chelsea shivered as she felt R.C.'s breath feathering against her ear.
She pressed the palms of her hands tight against the wall and wondered
what would happen next.
R.C. stepped back just enough to allow her to see Chelsea leaning
against the wall with her arms up over her head. R.C. reached and gently
guided Chelsea's lower body out slightly away from the wall, making her
lean into the wall, placing her weight against her hands that pressed
against the wall. R.C. raised her hands to Chelsea's shoulders and ran
her fingers slowly down Chelsea's back to her hips where she stopped.
She took both hips in her hands and gently squeezed them with her
fingers as she stepped closer again.
R.C. reached down and flipped up the bottom of Chelsea's dress, draping
it over her hips. She could see Chelsea's round pert buttocks and she
reached out and ran her hands over both hips, moaning beneath her breath
at the heat she felt in her hands.
Chelsea moaned deeply as she felt R.C. rubbing against her hips. She
could feel R.C.'s fingers trailing over her buttock, teasing her as
Chelsea throbbed harder, wanting more. Chelsea turned her head slightly
and saw the look of lust on R.C.'s face as she stared down at Chelsea's
butt. She heard R.C. groan just before she felt her move back up against
her butt.
The material of R.C.'s trousers was slightly rough against Chelsea's
bare hips as R.C. ground into her hips. Leaning forward, R.C. kissed the
back of Chelsea's neck in a hard, wet, sucking kiss. She then trailed a
series of quick kisses down her back, stopping only at her hips were R.C.
ran her tongue in quick circles over each hip.
Standing back up, R.C. moved her pelvis once again up tight against
Chelsea's hips as she began grinding and bumping against Chelsea.
Rocking harder and harder against her, grinding into her hips. R.C.
reached around and ran one hand between Chelsea's legs, touching her
mound through her panties. Chelsea groaned and threw back her head as
her legs trembled with this new sensation. Still, she kept her hands
pressed on the wall. She wanted to turn and grab hold of R.C. yet stayed
as she was, too overwhelmed with the ecstasy she was feeling.
R.C. ground against Chelsea's butt, pushing her hard against the wall,
while slowly rubbing her hand over Chelsea's damp mound. As she felt
Chelsea's excitement mounting, R.C. wanted to make Chelsea cum while
holding her. She slid one finger beneath the leg of her panties and
touched Chelsea's hot, wet button as she ground her hips harder, pushing
Chelsea more. R.C. slowly ran her finger up and down the wet channel as
she heard Chelsea's breathing change, knowing she was close to exploding
in her hand.
Still grinding hard, R.C. slid her finger roughly into the core of
Chelsea's womanhood. As she did so, Chelsea arched away from the wall as
her orgasm burst through her body, sending blinding bolts of electricity
throughout her entire body. Chelsea moaned deeply in her chest as she
felt her body clamping against R.C.'s finger moving in and out of her
body. Her legs barely held her up and if R.C. had not had an arm wrapped
around her body, she knew she would have fallen.
As the flames began to die, Chelsea once more leaned into the wall,
drawing in great breaths of air to steady herself. Chelsea felt R.C.
pulling her finger out but still holding herself pressed tight against
her hips.
Just as she was going to turn around to return the favor, a loud
pounding began on the door.
"Oh for Christ's sake, can't you get done in there. I been standing out
here nearly fifteen minutes and I am about to pee in my pants. Shit."
said a voice from the other side of the door.
R.C. stepped back, dropping Chelsea's dress back over her hips as she
reached out and helped her away from the wall. She walked to the sink
and washed her hands while looking in the mirror at Chelsea still
standing there with a dazed look on her face.
"I didn't get to finish with you," Chelsea finally said. "I didn't even
get to start," disappointment sounded in her voice.
"Sugar, this give me a rain ticket to collect on," replied R.C. as she
dried her hands.
Walking over to Chelsea, R.C. reached out and drew her forward for one
final, gentle kiss, saying, "Thank you, baby. That was great." R.C. then
turned, unlocked the door, and walked out.
Chelsea was slightly stunned that she was left behind but didn't have
time to think about it as two women rushed into the room heading toward
the toilet stalls. Chelsea shook her head slightly and headed back
toward their table. As she neared their table, she spotted R.C. making
her way through the crowd near the front of the lounge. Still watching,
Chelsea saw her leave the building.
"Oh well, I came here for one thing and I guess I got it," she
shrugged her shoulders thinking to herself. "Still, I would have
liked to have gotten her number. I would give anything to have had the
chance to return the favor. C'est la vie."
Chelsea made her way across the room and out the door. The valet pulled
her car around to her and she drove back to her apartment. She was
certainly refreshed by the evening but wished it had ended just a little
differently.
Chelsea slept late into Saturday morning, feeling really invigorated
when she finally awakened. She knew now what her answer to work would
be. She rose from her bed, slipped on her robe and padded into the
kitchen. She made a pot of coffee and placed a Danish roll on a saucer.
Carrying a cup of coffee and her roll, she walked into her office and
sat down before her computer. As she nibbled on her breakfast, Chelsea
wrote her resignation letter. Her decision was made. Morally she could
not continue with the company. With her resume, she was sure she would
find another job as good if not better than she had. She'd let the
company take Mr. Remy Carrington and any one else they so desired. It
was time for her to move on.
A great weight lifted off Chelsea's chest once her decision was made.
She breezed through Sunday, impatiently waiting for Monday when she
would start the beginning of her new life.
Monday morning Chelsea dressed carefully as she wanted to feel confident
when she turned in her letter of resignation. Going into the office, she
called Liz into her inner office, saying, "Liz, I am shortly going into
Mr. Monroe's office. I will be handing him my resignation. I can't work
for this company any longer. Will you please pack my personal belongings
for me to take with me?"
"Well, good for you, Ms. Richardson. You have finally seen the light. I
am proud of you," answered Liz as she rose and shook hands with Chelsea.
Chelsea simply gave her a soft smile as she squared her shoulders,
picked up her letter and headed for Mr. Monroe's office.
Chelsea heard Mr. Monroe say, "Soon as he gets here, send him in," to
his secretary as she knocked on his door.
"Come in," Monroe called out.
Chelsea entered and walked up to the front of his desk. She reached out
and extended her letter to him. When he didn't reach for it, she sat it
gently down on his desk.
"What the hell is that?" Monroe demanded.
"That, sir, is my letter of resignation. I am sorry but I find that I
need to leave this company if I want my career to expand." She told him
with grace and dignity.
"Shit, you're just huffy that we hired Carrington. Give it time, girl,"
Monroe said with a snort.
"No sir. I am sorry because you have overlooked my potential, not
because you have hired someone else. I know my skills will be
appreciated elsewhere," Chelsea responded quietly.
Chelsea reached out her hand to shake a final goodbye with Monroe. As
she did, the door opened and someone walked in. At the same time, the
intercom on the desk buzzed and Monroe's secretary announced,
"Carrington's here, sir."
Chelsea turned as she felt the person walk up next to her. Her mouth
fell open in shock. Standing next to her was R.C. She was dressed in a
pin striped business suit, looking sharp and dapper. R.C. looked at
Chelsea and grinned a soft grin, her dimples deep beside her mouth. She
winked once slowly before turning to Monroe.
Chelsea started toward the door when R.C. reached out and touched her
arm saying, "Stay, please."
Chelsea stood where she was. R.C. turned to Monroe and said, "Good
morning, I'm Remy Carrington, I think you have been expecting me."
Monroe did a double take, shaking his head, "You're not a man."
Laughingly R.C. replied, "No sir. Not last time I looked. You should
have checked my bio closer which was on my resume."
"Well, damn," Monroe mumbled under his breath while staring at R.C.
"You know what, Monroe. I don't think it really matters," R.C. said in a
more curt voice. "I am here to let you know that I will not be taking
the job offer. I checked around with the contacts that you sent me over
the weekend and found that you have some very unfair promotion
practices, especially concerning women."
"I will not build my career in a bigoted company that refuses to promote
based on job performance and commitment. My answer is no. I will not
accept the position," R.C. finished as quietly as she started.
"Wait, damn it. You both can't quit on me in one day. What will I do?"
Monroe looked between Chelsea and R.C.
"That is your problem." R.C. said to him as she turned to Chelsea.
Stretching out her hand, she looked into Chelsea's face and her smile
broadened. She pulled Chelsea closer to her, saying, "I think you owe me
a rain check."
Chelsea took R.C.'s hand and squeezed it replying, "I most certainly do.
Boy, do I have some rainy day plans for us?"
Laughing together, Chelsea and R.C. left the office, leaving a stunned
Monroe in their wake.
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