Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 14:47:14 EDT
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: Take Two Orgasms and Call Me In The Morning

Take Two Orgasms and Call Me In The Morning
Colleen Thomas
Miscolly@aol.com


Mai Takashi descended from the ramp of the plane and made
her way towards baggage claim. Everyone turned to stare at
her. At five foot ten she was tall for a woman of Japanese
descent and that usually caught a few people's eye, but it
was the woman who kept their attention. She wore four-inch
heels with the ease and grace of long practice. Her black
silk stockings were imported from France and hugged her
sleek long legs. The royal blue skirt and blazer were
tailored to her exact measurements and matched her heels.
Beneath the blazer she wore a white silk blouse from Japan.
The blouse fit snugly over her small breasts and was clasped
at her throat by a stunning azurite pendant.

Mia wore her hair short and her almond eyes were carefully
made up to appear larger than they were. She had resisted
the temptation to have the few grays colored, feeling that
they leant her an air of dignified elegance. At 38 she was
still a captivating beauty, but it was the air of command
about her that people noticed most. This was only fitting,
as president and CEO of Nimbus Pharmaceuticals she was known
as one of the toughest and most capable in the industry. Mia
made her way easily down the concourse as people dodged out
of her way. She looked back only once; to make sure she
hadn't lost her personal assistant, Heather.

She smiled as she saw the short blonde digging into her
purse for a dollar to give to the handicapped man who hadn't
even dreamed of approaching Mia. Heather was such a soft
touch, she was one of those people who were so intrinsically
sweet that you just couldn't help but like them. Mia waited
patiently until the small blonde caught up and then moved
off again with her purposeful stride. While they waited for
the baggage carousel to bring them their luggage Mia noticed
the bruises on Heather's arm. Her beautiful features took on
a hard edge and she frowned. If they were what she thought
they were, there was going to be hell to pay this time.

At the rent-a-car counter Mia gave her name and was and
showed Id. The young woman looked up from her terminal.

"I'm sorry, Miss Takashi, but I can't find your
reservation," she said. Before Mia could even open her mouth
Heather acted.

"Confirmation number 22345X, Check under your corporate
reservations, Nimbus Pharmaceuticals, Corporate ID NIM34,"
the little blonde said. The girl looked doubtfully at the
screen and then typed some things in.

"Oh, I see what happened. You reserved through the 1-800
number. We don't get confirmations on those sometimes, I'm
sorry,"

"Well, what are you going to do about it?' Heather said.

"There's nothing we can do Miss, you will have to call the 1-
800 number and talk to them," the girl said snidely. Mia
grinned and said nothing, the one time her personal
assistant showed any spark was when Mia was crossed.

"Very well, but instead of the 1-800 number why I don't I
call Mr. Gallatin's direct line?"

"I'm afraid I don't know who Mr. Gallatin is," the girl said
with a slight edge in her voice. Mia sympathized with the
girl, she had obviously been up all night at the desk and
the problem seemed to be a recurring one.

"Jim Gallatin is the head of the corporate accounts
division. Nibus does about 450,000$ annually with your
company and the last time this happened he assured me it
wouldn't happen again. I am sure he will understand a rude
little smart ass desk clerk loosing them a half million
dollar a year account,"

"Call whoever you want!" the girl snapped, but before it
could escalate any further a young man emerged from an inner
office.

"What's going on here?" he demanded. Heather smiled sweetly
and showed her confirmation. He turned out to be the manager
and the upshot of their conversation was Mia being upgraded
to a luxury car at no extra cost and the desk clerk having
to apologize for her rudeness. As they got in the care Mia
studied her PA closely, but it was gone. The fire had faded
and it was just sweet little Heather again.

-----

Heather sat in the comfortable leather seat as the car flew
along the freeway. Her mind wasn't on the ride or her boss,
but on the doctor she had visited yesterday. Dr. Jacobs was
such a sweet man and he had tried very hard to get her to
file charges against Jimbo and move to the women's shelter.
She had of course refused, Jimbo was a good man, he was just
down on his luck and he hadn't hit her very hard this time
anyway. She wouldn't have been thinking of the doctor at all
if it weren't for the strange sensations she was feeling. He
had given her a prescription for a new anti-depressant and
she was trying to remember his exact words.

"Now Mrs. Wilson, this is a new drug and it has some rather
serious side effects. The most common is sexual dysfunction
in men, which you obviously don't have to worry about, but
in rare cases it has the reverse effect on women. Stop
taking it immediately if you experience abdominal pain,
blood in your urine or dizziness,"

He had listed a lot of other uncommon side effects, but
Heather was having a hard time remembering them. Each bump
in the road caused a delicious friction as her stiff nipples
rubbed against the coarse material of her rather severe bra.
The sensations had been pleasant at first, but after 30
minutes on the concrete highway they were becoming
increasingly distracting. She tried hard to concentrate on
what Mia was saying, but the maddening rubbing against her
supersensitive nipples made it impossible. She felt a mild
twinge in her soaked pussy and bit her lip.

Oh god, she thought. Not here, not now! With no more warning
than that she moaned softly despite her best efforts and
fought back every impulse to be more vocal as her pussy
spasmed in delight. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot
through her system, blotting out everything else.

"Heather? Heather? Heather!"

"What? I'm sorry," she said dreamily. He boss was staring at
her with a strange expression.

"Did you just have an orgasm?" Mia asked incredulously.
Heather blushed scarlet. She had never been so embarrassed
in all her life, but she nodded her head slightly.

"It's the new drug the doctor has me on," she said. Her
voice was husky, still thick with pleasure and sounded
unnatural.

"If there's a drug out there that brings orgasms, sign me
up," Mia said laughing. Heather smiled and hugged herself
tightly. She tried to adjust her bra to keep it off her
still very sensitive nipples, which was of course
impossible.

"Its not supposed to bring orgasms, it's just an anti
depressant, but the motion of the car on my nipples was too
much," Heather said, trying to get her breathing under
control.

"You can cum just from have your nipples played with?"

"I suppose so," the pretty blonde in the frumpy pantsuit
said.

"What's it called?" Mia asked curiously.

"I don't remember, I can show you when we get to the
conference center, they are in my bag," Heather replied.

"Why are you on anti-depressants honey? Is Jimbo hitting you
again?" Mia asked. Heather loved her boss; she was so kind
and always concerned. She hated to talk bad about her
husband, but Mia was her only friend as well as her boss.

"A few times. He's drinking hard again," she said staring
out at the road. She didn't see the look of rage that passed
over Mia's features, but was quickly suppressed.

"So he's selling drugs again," Mia said in an icy voice.

"Oh no, no he promised me he wouldn't," Heather said turning
back to her boss.

"Where is he getting the money then?" Mia asked. Heather had
no answer for that.

With breathtaking suddenness Mia changed the subject back to
the Hazelton account. The rest of the trip was pleasant
enough and Heather was glad when the car came to a stop and
the bellhops came out to fetch their bags. A few more
minutes of that and she would have cum again.

-----

Mia looked at the small bottle of pills and typed the name
into the Merk manual she kept loaded on her laptop. She
skipped the diagnostic synopsis and went straight to the
side effects once she assured herself that the picture on
her screen matched the small blue pills in the bottle. The
common and uncommon side effects were pretty standard for
anti-depressants, but it was the rare ones that caused her
to raise an eyebrow.

In rare instances female patients may experience heightened
tactile sensation, especially in the erogenous zones. This
can be accompanied by increased sexual appetite and in rare
cases spontaneous orgasm. Impaired judgment, loosening of
inhibitions and blackouts have been reported in less than
.04% of cases.

Mia read the passage again as she stood up and removed her
blazer. She wondered if anyone had considered just refining
the drug for that second effect alone, the one who did would
make a mint she thought as a smile played across her face.
That would explain why hopelessly conservative little
Heather was moaning like a bitch in heat and cumming in the
rent-a-car.

As Mia removed the pendant she thought again about her
secretary. Heather was definitely the best personal
assistant in the business. She attended personally to every
detail of every transaction and Mia was never late or
uninformed. No matter what came up, the small blonde had
always made contingency plans to make sure her boss wasn't
inconvenienced or embarrassed. For the last five years they
had worked together for five days a week and had become the
best of friends. Today at the rent-a-car counter had been no
fluke, Heather was always on top of things like that.

It almost hadn't happened, Mia mused as she removed the
delicate silk blouse. Mia had taken over as head of her
father's company five years ago when she began divorce
proceedings against Wilbert McDonald, her then husband. Her
first action had been to strip him of his title as president
and CEO of the company when she caught him in their marriage
bed with her sister. Only after he was no longer controlling
her company had she started divorce proceedings. She had
become president and CEO herself and immediately she started
interviewing for a personal assistant. Mia smiled as she
hung up the expensive blouse. I was so hopelessly straight
back then, she thought.

Her plan had been to get a hunky male PA and go from there,
but her lawyer had advised against it. She told Mia that she
was suing one of the wealthiest men in the U.S. for divorce
and she would have to avoid even the faintest whiff of
impropriety on her part until the proceedings were over. Mia
hadn't even interviewed a woman for the position, but she
trusted her lawyer too much to ignore the advice. Heather
Wilson had chosen that very moment to walk in looking for a
job. Mia had hired her on the spot after seeing her resume,
which was most impressive. She had only had to inquire about
the last four years in which Heather hadn't worked.

The small blonde in the out of date business dress had told
her that she had married a man named Jimbo Wilson. He was a
floor foreman at a downtown shipping firm and had forbidden
her to work. He had been laid off last January, she related
and had steadfastly refused to take a job that was "beneath"
himself. He had assented to let his vastly better educated
wife seek a job when his unemployment had run out. Mia had
hired her on impulse, as much out of anger towards men as
because she thought the girl would be good. Mia had expected
to drop Heather as soon as the divorce was final anyway, and
how long could that take? Mia had showed Heather where she
would be working and left for dinner with a male friend. She
had almost been to the restaurant when her lawyer's words
came back to her. She ruefully canceled the date and in
doing so began a five-year odyssey of self-discovery.

Mia was outgoing and gregarious, but making sure she was
never in the company of unattached men meant she spent a lot
more time with her women friends. They were all high-powered
executives like she was and many were lesbians. As the
divorce dragged on it became almost inevitable that one of
them would put a move on her and to her surprise Mia found
herself in bed with a longtime friend and business associate
named Elaine. Her first step had been the discovery she
enjoyed sex with another woman.

For a while she thought of herself as bi, but when Wilbert
finally relented and gave her the divorce she made her
second discovery, she didn't really like men. She had taken
three male lovers in a very short period of time only to
discover that they did nothing for her compared to the women
she was also seeing. Mia's second discovery, that she was
gay carried her to her next one.

No longer tied to her close circle of friends and free to
pursue lovers at her leisure she discovered that she was a
top. She first realized she was a top when she took a little
programmer from work home for an evening. Mia had assumed
she was a bottom because she loved sex with her top friends
so much, but that first night with a true submissive had
made it readily apparent she was better suited to control
than she was to being controlled. That had been six months
ago and she had gone out and purchased a strapon dildo, but
she never got to use it.  Her new lover turned out to be
part of a drug ring that was stealing trial lots of
psychotropics from the company's warehouse. Her new lover
was actually the ring's inside person who altered the
computer records to cover the thefts.

The thieves were caught by internal security and rather than
face a series of scandals, including her new predilection,
Mia worked out a deal to let them all go if they kept quiet.
That had lead to her breakdown and indirectly to her next
discovery. For three long months she had languished in a
crisis ward. At first there had been many visitors, friends,
family, associates, but after the second week only one
person came to see her regularly. Heather came every
evening, rain or shine and spent at least an hour with her.
Forbidden by the doctors to discuss business they had talked
about everything else and Mia had learned a great deal about
her PA.

Much had not been said, but the intelligent and perceptive
CEO had read between the lines. Jimbo was a complete
scumbag, in Mia's opinion. He abused his doting wife, spent
his days squandering their little money on drinks and
powerball at the local bars and occasionally sold drugs to
make extra cash for himself. Was it then? Mia asked herself.
Yes, definitely it was then that she realized she had
developed a crush on her pretty PA. When she found herself
hating Jimbo Wilson intensely for the pain and suffering and
humiliation he caused such a gentle soul.

She paused as she removed her delicate silk bra. And now?
she asked herself. Yes, it was just now that she admitted to
herself that it had gone far beyond a crush; she was
hopelessly in love with Heather. Mia tossed the bra on the
bed and her fingers had just found the zipper on her skirt
when a red warning on the computer screen caught her eye.
She moved closer and read it a second time just to be sure
she wasn't dreaming.

If side effects are present do not consume Alcohol as it may
intensify the effects.

Intensify? Lets see, it makes you horny, super sensitive and
not too concerned with what you have to do to satisfy that
itch? Mia smiled and shook her head. You couldn't have made
a drug that is more what I need, she thought. She had tired
so hard to make Heather see her as more than a friend and
boss. Mia had progressed from subtle hints and off hand
compliments to leaving a lesbian romance novel on her desk
for a week, but Heather never responded at all.

A call to her folks had been revealing. Mia had pretended it
was for a reference as Heather was being considered for a
promotion. Her mother described her daughter as pretty,
vivacious and full of life. Her father had proven to be a
redneck, in the worst sense of the word. He was glad she had
married a "real" man like Jimbo and not the "art fag" she
had been seeing at school. He loved his son-in-law,
especially for staying with Heather after the doctors told
her she couldn't have children. Mia had been forced to take
the rest of the day off and go home to shower; she had felt
so incredibly dirty after talking to the man. After that Mia
had given up on ever getting Heather into her bed and
contented herself with slowly trying to rebuild the girl's
shattered self-esteem. She had tried unsuccessfully to get
Heather to spruce up her drab wardrobe, but to no avail.

"Alcohol may intensify the effect eh?" she said out loud.

Mia stood stock still, the zipper of her skirt forgotten. In
her mind's eye she saw Heather Wilson spread eagle and naked
in her bed. The girl's nipples were hard and her pussy gaped
open, screaming for attention. She had that same far away
expression Mia had witnessed in the car. Mia's mind snapped
back to the present when her dream Heather softly moaned out
her name. The CEO's nipples were hard and the aureoles
puckered, she wondered how long she had been standing there
daydreaming.

She finished unzipping her skirt and noticed the obvious wet
spot in the crotch of her silky panties. Mia lay down on the
bed, closed her eyes and with rapid, demanding strokes
brought herself to orgasm. When she rose she went and took a
quick shower. Her movements had become purposeful and rapid.
Once bathed, she wrapped one of the hotel's robes around
herself and called room service.

After the bellhop arrived she took the cup of steaming
coffee from the tray and sat at the table. The red warning
on her screen seemed to beckon her. Mia Takashi had not made
it to the top of her industry by being squeamish. There were
always moral and ethical compromises that a successful CEO
had to make. Mia had made so many of them she no longer even
considered them. This one she did consider, but when she
remembered the bruises on Heather's arm her face became
hard.

She picked up the phone and called Heather's room.

"Yes?"  the soft voice replied. Mia's breath caught in her
throat, the girl sounded like she was about to orgasm and it
turned the older woman on immensely.

"Hey, I feel like going out to dinner tonight, want to
come?" Mia asked, hoping her own voice was under control.

"Sure,"

"Great, I know a little Italian place, I'll come get you
around seven," Mia said. Once she hung up the phone she
smiled wickedly.

 "And if I am lucky, I will be cumming by ten," she said to
herself.

Her plan was simple. First she would make sure Heather took
her medicine. She had an inkling that the conservative young
woman would decide to stop rather than face the
embarrassment her arousal caused her. Next, Mia would take
her to a romantic little restaurant and ply her with drinks.
If she were lucky, that would lead to coming back to her
place and a seduction. Mia was nothing if not confident and
she was sure that if she ever got her lovely personal
assistant's panties off Heather would never go back to the
Bozo. She loved Heather and having her lover and soulmate as
her co-worker would make her life complete. She was tired of
the games, tired of chasing girls, she wanted something
permanent and she wanted it with Heather Wilson.

Her only problem was Jimbo. Scumbag though he was he had his
claws in the little blonde. He wouldn't let her go and he
had done such a through job of trampling her self-esteem he
would be hard to compete with. He would have to be removed
from the picture if her long-term plans were to succeed. She
had a few innovative ideas on how to do that. Mia's face
became cold and her eyes were as hard as flints while she
dialed a long distance number.

"Elaine Marquette, attorney at law," the receptionist said.

"May I speak to Ms. Marquette," Mia asked.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Marquette is in consultation, may I take a
message?"

"Tell her Mia Takashi is on the line and it's long
distance," Mia said.

"Hold please," the pleasant voice replied and was replaced
with Beethoven's third. After a few moments she heard a
click.

"Mia darling, what can I do for you?"

"Hello beautiful. I need a favor. Are you still banging that
cute little DA? What's her name?"

"Victoria? Yes, I am still fucking her. In fact we are in
consultation right now," the amused voice came back

"Say hello to Ms. Mia my dear," Elaine said into the
receiver.

"Hello Ms. Takashi," a strained voice dutifully called.

"Good darling," Elaine said as she returned the receiver to
her ear.

"I assume "consultation" means she is under your desk eating
your pussy?" Mia had to say with a grin playing at her lips.

"Actually Victoria has been quite naughty. She refused a
plea bargain with one of my clients, so now I am going to
have to go to court and waste my valuable time," Elaine said
petulantly. There was another click and the hollow resonance
Mia recognized as a speakerphone.

"There we go, tell Ms. Mia where you are Victoria,"

"I am bent over mistress's desk, Ms. Mia," the strained
voice replied.

"And what am I doing?"

"You're fucking me," the voice breathed with a groan.

"Tell Ms. Mia where,"

"In my tight little ass," the voice came back. There was a
grunt that sounded like it forced the air from the poor
girl's lungs.

"And what am I fucking you with?"

"A dildo,"

"Which one?" Elaine said. Mia could hear the tension in her
friend's voice and the rhythmic slapping of her hips against
the DA's backside.

"The big one," Victoria whimpered.

"Now, what can I do for you?" Elaine said as she picked the
receiver back up. Mia outlined what she needed.

"That's positively devious. May I ask what this man has done
to you?" Elaine said when Mia had finished. The dark haired
woman saw no reason to lie, but she also knew Elaine. If she
said she was in love with Heather it would hurt her standing
with the high-powered attorney, to whom love was a sign of
weakness. Better to sound like a horny top than a love sick
waif Mia decided.

"He's married to my secretary and I can't get the little
bitch's legs spread until he is out of the way," Mia said.
Elaine cackled with delight.

"I'm going to put you back on speaker dear. You just tell
Little Miss. Smarty Pants here exactly what you want. I'll
make sure the message is driven home,"

"I'm sure you will," Mia said chuckling. As she waited for
her friend to transfer back to speakerphone she made a
promise. This I am going to do for you Heather, even if you
end up despising me. He won't ever hit you again.

----

As she hung up the phone Heather realized she had nothing to
wear. She was sitting in a chair wearing one of the hotel's
robes and a worn pair of cotton panties. The robe was open
so it didn't touch her breasts and the crotch of her panties
was soaked.  Heather pulled her hand back from her crotch
and frowned. That's the fourth time in an hour, she thought.
First when I was watching TV, then when I was trying to
read, later when I was looking out the window and just now
when I was talking to my sexy boss, what's come over me?
She clenched her hands tightly on the wooden arms of her
chair, as if that would make them behave.

"My sexy boss?" she asked out loud. Where on earth did that
come from? she thought. Well, I guess she is pretty sexy, I
mean with that body and those eyes and her presence and all.
And of course she is so nice and friendly and sweet. I guess
I could see how a guy would go for her. Of course Jim didn't
like her, but he had never seen her dressed up. Heather
remembered the one time Jim had seen her employer. Last week
Heather had stayed late to help with the paperwork for this
week's conference. She had been riding the train for the
last few days because the car was dead and they didn't have
any money to fix it. Jim kept saying he would do it and had
gotten angry when she offered to call a mechanic so Heather
just walked and rode the train now.

It has started to storm before they were done and Mia had
refused to let her walk home in the rain. Of course she had
asked Mia in, it was only polite. She remembered the two of
them, soaked and giggling bursting into the house to find
Jim passed out drunk in his stained boxers and a ratty t-
shirt. Heather had been so embarrassed, but Mia had just
laughed it off. Jim had thrown an almost empty beer can at
them and cursed before rolling back over and passing out
again. Heather remembered how Mia looked then, black hair
falling softly on her face and dusted with droplets of
water, eyes laughing happily. She remembered how she had
easily been able to see the peach bra Mia wore under the wet
white blouse..

A jagged bolt of pleasure shot through her and Heather
moaned. She looked down in horror to find her hand gently
stroking the wet crotch of her panties. Heather snatched her
hand away from her pussy like it burned and muttered to
herself. No more anti-depressant, she swore as she stood and
hurried to the bathroom. The pretty blonde ran a cold shower
and stood under the frigid water, hoping it would somehow
cool the fires burning in her body. If anything the water
had the opposite effect, making her already sensitive
nipples stand out rigidly from her small aureoles. She got
out of the shower and dried off then collapsed on her bed.
There was no way she could go through the rest of the
afternoon like this.

Closing her eyes, she hesitantly began to caress her
sensitive breasts. She slid one hand down and began to
gently stroke her already wet lips. She hurriedly stroked
herself, pushing for orgasm as quickly as she could get it.
Much like intercourse with Jim she had learned to will
herself to orgasm quickly or do without. More often than not
she did without, unless he had been hitting the coke. The
sex was wonderful then, but he was so mean when on drugs it
wasn't worth it.

Heather imagined herself having sex with a partner who
thoroughly fucked her. She was fast approaching her orgasm
when her dream lover looked up. Even as the first
contraction hit her, Heather's eyes shot open in horror. Her
dream lover's face had been none other than her beautiful
oriental boss. The orgasm she experienced was stronger than
any she had ever known before.

Heather slept afterwards and awoke feeling more or less
herself. It was nearly six o'clock and she rose slowly and
blinked hard. She had had the most erotic dreams, all
centered on her dark haired boss. She felt no burning need
now, and for the first time that day her nipples were not
stiff. Heather glanced at her few clothes and cringed. She
always dressed down and tired not to show her natural
beauty. Jim got so angry when she used makeup or wore
anything revealing. She told herself she should be flattered
by his jealousy, but she did sometimes wish she had nice
things like she wore back in college.

Heather picked up the heavy, ugly bra that Jim had ordered
for her and began the complicated procedure for putting it
on. The heavy material, straps and buckles were designed to
flatten her chest. It was painful at first, but over time
she had become used to its constrictive grip. Plain cotton
panties that were wearing thin in places were next and then
her last pair of panty hose. She was happy to see they
didn't have a run in them, not that she showed her legs
often anyway. Heather kept a small portion of each paycheck
for her wardrobe. She thought she kept it well hidden, but
apparently Jim had found it and so she was having to scrape
by until next payday. She only owned one dress, a large
sacklike one that had a pretty floral print on it. She
washed her face carefully and put her hair back. Looking
into the mirror she forced a smile. It wasn't pretty, but it
was the way her man wanted her to dress so she did it
without a complaint.

There was a knock at the door and Heather rushed to open it.
She tried very hard not to stare as Mia smiled at her. The
oriental woman wore a jade green silk dress that hugged
every curve. It fell to mid thigh and her long legs were
encased in black stockings. A silver anklet set off high
heels in the same color as the dress and silver dragon
earrings accentuated her beautiful face. She was so
breathtakingly beautiful that Heather felt ugly just being
near her.

"Oh Mia, I didn't realize we were going some place that
ritzy. Can't we just get a pizza or something?"

"Of course not, I've already made reservations at Toni's for
nine," Mia said easily.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything to wear, I wasn't
expecting to go out someplace nice," Heather said
hesitantly, but her boss took her hand and locked eyes with
her.

"Would it have mattered?" Mia said in a soft tone.

"Well, of course it would have I."

"You what? Would have found an excuse not to go? I bet
that's the only dress you own isn't it?" Mia said, her voice
still soft. Heather nodded and put her head down.

"Let's go down to the galleria and fix that," Mia said.

"Oh Mia, I can't. Jim found my wardrobe money. I can't even
afford new stockings," Heather said despondently.

"He hasn't found mine," her boss said with a wink, "but
first here's your medicine,"

----

Mia watched closely as Heather took the bottle of pills. She
looked at it dubiously and then set it on the nightstand.

"Shouldn't you take one before we go out?" Mia asked
innocently.

"I don't think I am going to take them anymore," Heather
said hesitantly.

"Of course you are," Mia said as she went to the bathroom
and returned with a glass of water. She opened the bottle
and poured out one of the blue pills and handed it to her
secretary. As soon as Heather looked up and opened her mouth
to protest, Mia was ready.

"I won't take no for an answer Heather. Taking yourself off
of prescribed medication is dangerous. You can stop taking
them once you see your doctor, if he feels it's necessary,
but you are too valuable for me to loose you for any period
of time," Mia said sternly. She felt an inner sense of
triumph when Heather smiled at the compliment and took the
pill. Mia surreptitiously slipped the bottle into her PA's
purse while she was putting the glass away.

"Come on," Mia said handing Heather her ugly purse and
pushing her out the door.

The conference center had a mall built into it. The stores
were all very expensive and Mia sensed Heather growing
anxious as they entered. She had already scoped out the
place and intentionally steered them past a small bar.

"How bout a drink before we start?' Mia said casually.

"I don't think I can drink while on my medicine," Heather
said.

"I don't remember any warnings, check the bottle," Mia said.
She knew there would be no warning, she had carefully peeled
off the little sticker herself.

"I don't have it with me,"

"Yes you do, you stuck it into your purse after you took you
pill, don't you remember?" Mia said. Heather fished in her
purse and seemed puzzled when she found the bottle. She
seemed even more puzzled when she could find no warning
label on it.

"See?" Mia said and guided the still confused woman into the
bar. They both had a drink and then Mia dragged Heather over
to the high-end lingerie shop. Mia tried to control her
heartbeat as she moved to the hosiery rack and selected a
pair of sheer black stockings. She made sure they weren't
stay ups before handing them to Heather. Heather accepted
them and then blushed a deep red.

"Oh, I don't wear stocking stockings, I meant pantyhose,"
she said. She seemed to be less ill at ease and Mia decided
to press her luck.

"In that case we will have to get you a garterbelt or two
won't we?"

"Oh, I couldn't!" Heather protested, but her eyes were
sparkling as she surveyed all the feminine things around
her.

"Of course you can, grab a basket and since I am buying you
will just have to let me choose won't you?"  Mia said. Her
tone was still kind, but she added just a bit of sternness.
It wasn't a command, but it wasn't quite a request either.

"I guess so," Heather said doubtfully. Mia selected one in
black and one in white and added three more pairs of
stockings to the basket Heather now carried.

"Now for bras, what size do you take?"

"Oh, they won't have the kind of bra I wear here," Heather
said.

"Of course they do, what size are you?" Mia asked.

"34-D," Heather murmured so quietly that it was almost
inaudible.

"Pardon me?" Mia said in disbelief. She had only asked to
get her sexy little PA to loosen up and talk. She had
guessed the young woman wore a B cup, at the very most a C.

"I wear a 34-D," she said quietly, "Jimbo said I looked like
a cow, so he got me special bras from online. That's why I
knew they wouldn't have the kind I wear here," Heather said
in a very small voice. Mia was caught between insane anger
and a wildly rising lust. She couldn't even imagine tits
like that on Heather's petite frame. The very thought sent
her own hormones raging. On the other hand she wanted to
kill the heartless son of a bitch who would say something
like that to such a sensitive young woman.

What kind of man could be that cruel, Mia asked herself in
disbelief. The same kind who raises hell when she uses
makeup, refuses to let her wear anything that doesn't fall
at least to her ankles and makes up excuses for why they
can't buy her new clothes, she thought. In short a useless
motherfucker who is afraid she will get some attention from
someone, wake up and leave his sorry ass.

"Perhaps they don't have the kind you wear, but they do have
some nice ones," Mia said, hoping to keep the rage from her
voice.

"But." Heather began.

"No but's," Mia interrupted. She moved brusquely to the bra
display and began digging through the drawers. Mia selected
five eventually, 2 silk, 2 satin and one darling one in red
lace. Her mouth was watering by the time she finished,
imagining those succulent tits Heather had been hiding from
her. Beneath that lust burned a frightening rage at her PA's
good for nothing husband.

"What kind of panties do you wear? Bikini or thong?" Mia
said, grinning wickedly as Heather blushed and lowered her
eyes.

"I usually just get whatever is cheapest at Wal-Mart,"

"In that case we will try a few pairs of each to see which
you like better," Mia said and proceeded to pick some out.
Digging through the basket she selected the black stockings,
garterbelt, bra and a tiny black thong. She took the basket
from Heather's hands and shoved the few items towards her.

"Go ahead and try them on," Mia said.

"Oh, I couldn't," Heather said with wide eyes.

"You have to honey, you don't want to have to come back and
return them do you?"

"Well, I guess I should," she said eyeing the small amount
of material she had in her hands dubiously. As soon as she
was safely in the dressing room Mia sauntered up to the
counter and asked a sales girl to come assist her.

"Need some help in there?"  Mia called as they returned to
the dressing cubes.

"No! Everything fits fine," Heather called. Mia was hoping
she was loosened up; she was dying for a peak of what she
hoped would be her dessert.

"Well, come on out and let's see," Mia said, hoping her
voice didn't betray her lust.

"You can't be serious," Heather called back.

"Of course I am serious, now get your fanny out here, we are
going to be late otherwise," Mia said. Her voice again
carried a slight edge, not too much, but she was beginning
to see that Heather responded better to commands than
requests. As Mia expected the door opened and the young
woman hesitantly stepped out.

Heather looked like a vision. The black lingerie set off her
naturally pale skin and somehow wearing the sexy under
things made her stand straighter and slouch less. Her blonde
hair fell in a soft cascade to her shoulders. Those petite
shoulders seemed incapable of supporting the huge soft orbs
of her breasts. The satin shimmered and Mia was pleased to
notice that Heather's nipples were already making tents in
the soft fabric. Her trim waist blended gracefully into soft
hips and a teardrop ass. The thong was almost indecently
small and just barely covered what looked to be a trim
little pussy. Her long legs looked superbly muscled and Mia
could easily imagine them wrapped around her.
No wonder that prick keeps her dressed like a granny, Mia
thought as she drank in Heather's natural beauty.

"Could you ring those up with the rest? She'll be wearing
them out," Mia finally managed to say. She quickly stepped
into the boot and eyed the strange bra with its straps and
buckles before grabbing it and the plain worn out panties.

"Put these in the bag too if you don't mind,' she said.
Heather stood there looking helpless, but dutifully stepped
back into the booth when Mia nodded towards it.

The next shop was a fashionable clothier where Mia picked
out a powder blue silk blouse and brown knee length suede
skirt for her PA. She noticed approvingly that Heather
didn't protest or even try to change back into her hideous
dress.

Mia next dragged her charge to the small salon for a
makeover. Heather seemed torn between loving the attention
and defying her husband's edicts. Mia didn't really give a
damn about Jimbo's orders, the more she could get Heather to
ignore the better.

They ran upstairs to drop off the packages and Mia noted
with a smile that Heather was taking longer in the bathroom
than was necessary.

------

Heather stared at herself in the mirror. She hadn't looked
this good since college. She shivered when she moved. The
satin cups of the bra were far worse on her now stiff
nipples than that monstrosity she had been wearing in the
car was. Her breasts swayed when she moved and even bounced
under the blouse when she experimentally jumped. She
couldn't remember the last time she had seen them do that,
she rarely used a mirror at home. Her breasts were a
secondary consideration however; the thong was driving her
mad. The soft satin was pulled tightly against her asshole
and she had never thought anything could feel so wildly
erotic. Her pussy twitched each time she moved and the cool
material caressed her.

"Hurry up in there," Mia called. Something in her friend's
voice had changed. Heather couldn't quite put a finger on
it, but it seemed sexier now, more commanding and confident.
She took one more look and then scampered out to meet Mia.

The whole ride to the restaurant Heather shifted
uncomfortably in her seat. Well, uncomfortably wasn't the
word really. Between the bra caressing her nipples as they
gently swayed to the rhythm of the highway, the thong
pulling against her pussy and ass and the maddening
sensation of the stockings on her legs she was close to
orgasm when Mia pulled the car into the parking lot.

Toni's was a small romantic Italian restaurant in the heart
of the entertainment district. Mia had selected it carefully
for the small cozy booths, soft music and because they
served wine with every dish. Heather felt a minor tremor run
through her body when she opened the car door and turned to
get out. The motion caused the thong to pull tight against
her now soaked lips and she bit her tongue to keep from
moaning. Mia came around the car and offered her hand, which
Heather gladly took. The tall oriental woman opened the door
and held it for her, which Heather found sweet.

The restaurant was cozy and the lights dim. A tuxedoed
waiter showed them to a small booth and Mia slid in across
from her. Some of the men in the room gave her boss long
stares and for some strange reason Heather felt a pang of
jealousy.

Mia seemed not to notice, but once the waiter arrived with
the menu's she glanced over at two of the men.

"Looks like they are checking you out," she casually
observed.

"Not me, you" Heather said, perhaps a bit too quickly. Mia
smiled and lowered her menu. She leaned closer and whispered
conspiratorially.

"Want to make them stop?"

"Yes," Heather said automatically. She didn't know why it
was so important to her, but the hungry glances they were
casting at Mia were really beginning to bother her. Mia
smiled and put her menu flat on the table and then motioned
for Heather to do the same. Once she did her older boss
reached out and gently took both of Heather's hands in her
own. Her skin was softer than silk and Heather found it
hugely distracting when Mia began to gently caress her
hands.

"W..What are you doing?" Heather said haltingly. The woman's
hands were so soft and the caress so gentle, no one had ever
touched her so tenderly. Heather felt this was somehow
wrong, but she could not deny that it sent her heart racing.

"Shhhh," Mia whispered in that sexy voice, "Tell me when
they are looking again,"

Heather tried to concentrate on the guys at the table, but
Mia's hands were driving her to distraction. It wasn't just
that she was sensitive, those hands were so gentle, so
infinitely loving. It wasn't so much the sexual charge she
was getting, although that was undeniable; it was the love
she felt in those long fingers.

The two men turned at the same time to check Mia out and
Heather's eyes flashed when she saw those hungry stares.

"They're looking," she hissed.

Mia leaned across the table and pressed her lips to
Heather's in a single fluid motion. Heather started, but
didn't pull away and when Mia's active tongue aggressively
pressed against her lips she parted them. Mia's tongue
thrust into her mouth and greedily explored the sweet
cavern. Heather could feel Mia's tongue as it caressed her
cheeks and searched the corners out. It felt wild, wonderful
and her pussy twitched in delight. Her body sang with an
unnamed happiness and the feeling of joy that suffused her
being was indescribable. Mia broke the kiss and sat back.

"Are they still staring?" she asked. Heather was too stunned
to look.

"Why did you do that?" she asked in confusion. Mia giggled
and leaned closer to her.

"If they think we are a couple of dykes they will leave us
alone and we can enjoy our meal in peace,"

Heather had been sure something had passed between them in
that kiss, but Mia seemed so matter of fact about it and it
did kinda make sense that they would have no reason to keep
staring. She glanced over to see the two men talking
heatedly to one another, but they seemed to be paying them
no attention now.

"I guess so," Heater said hesitantly. She took another sip
of her wine and tried to convince herself that what she had
felt was her imagination. Mia excused herself to go to the
restroom and Heather licked absently at her lips. Something
tasted strange and she blushed again when she realized what
she tasted was her boss's lipstick.

-----

Mia stood before the mirror and examined her face. A little
flushed she thought, but after a kiss like that what could
you expect? Mia was growing more confident, she could feel
Heather falling under her sway. Mia had no intention of
being a mistress in the way Elaine was. She knew now that
Heather was a total co-dependant. Mia wanted to be there for
her, to teach her to stand up for herself and eventually to
be her VP at Nibus. She knew it would be a long road, but
she was patient. The girl had not always been a doormat, the
way she handled the girl at the rent-a-car counter told Mia
that. She had simply fallen for an evil, manipulative
bastard.

It would take time to undo the damage Jimbo had done and
ages to heal the wounds he had inflicted on her self-
confidence and self-esteem. Mia hoped she could do it, she
was prepared to try, but if she failed and the damage was
just too great, she wanted to be the one Heather was
dependent on. She knew she would never.could never harm the
girl she loved so much.

Mia smiled and undid the top two buttons on her dress. Her
pert breasts were noting compared to Heather's rack, but it
did show off her cleavage. Now for the teasing, she thought
and grinned as she exited the ladies room.

When she returned to the table and sat down Heather's eyes
went immediately to her breasts. Mia exulted inwardly, but
outwardly she remained calm and seemed to be absorbed in her
menu. With a small grin she feigned that she couldn't read
the menu and pushed it closer to the flickering candle at
the center of the table. She held it there a few moments,
leaning over and studying it, knowing that Heather was
staring down her dress at her tits. The girl's hands were in
her lap, and Mia had to wonder if she wasn't gently
massaging herself through her skirt.

The waiter approached and Mia straightened up. She ordered
for herself and before the waiter could turn for Heather
also. She also ordered drinks for them both, a scotch on the
rocks for herself and a Pina colada for the small blonde.
Heather made no protest and Mia sat back. She wasn't sure
what to do now that they were waiting on dinner. Heather
looked edible; her face had that dreamy expression Mia found
so wildly exciting, almost like someone was under the table
eating her out. As nice as it sounded Mia fought back the
impulse to do just that. She noticed Heather was staring at
the table with the two guys again.

"Something wrong?" Mia asked.

"Those two guys are checking you out again," she said with a
petulant little frown. Mia found the jealousy in the girl's
voice to be music to her ears. She wondered how far she
dared push the girl, but her confidence had grown to the
point she was willing to take some risks.

"What should we do?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe we should kiss again," the blonde said
with a shy smile. Mia smiled and leaned forward and Heather
did the same. This kiss wasn't like the first one, she
didn't have to thrust her tongue against the girl's soft
lips, and they parted at first contact. Their tongues twined
and they kissed deeply, Mia could feel the girl's hunger in
the way she sucked on her tongue. The older woman had to
break the kiss before she stood up, scooped this beautiful
woman up and carried her out to the car.

When she eased back she found Heather's eyes still tightly
closed and her soft lips slightly parted. She looked so
beautiful that it almost hurt. The waiter returned with
their drinks and broke the spell. Mia sipped her scotch and
waited for the two young men to give her an opening. She
knew from experience that nothing caught and kept the
attention of young men like two women kissing. Their food
had barely arrived when Mia saw Heather's eyes shoot to the
table and the young men. Inwardly she laughed, you could
always count on men to be boys.

"They're staring again," she almost whined.

"Maybe they don't believe we're lovers," Mia said in a
neutral tone.

"We can't just keep kissing," Heather said. She was staring
daggers at the two young men and Mia found it to be cute as
well as exciting.

"I've got an idea, do you think they can see under the table
from where they are?"

"I think they can," Heater said without taking her
smoldering blue eyes off the two men. Mia nodded and
casually slipped off one of her shoes. She straightened her
leg until her stocking clad toe made contact with Heather's
calf. The blonde jumped and gasped. Mia smiled at her and
slowly dragged her foot up her PA's calf. Heather looked
like a deer caught in the headlights, trapped between the
intense physical stimulation and fear. Mia smiled and leaned
forward. She lowered her voice to a bedroom whisper before
speaking.

"You have to act like you are enjoying it, or they won't buy
it,"

Heather nodded slowly. Mia could tell the drinks were
combining with the drugs to lower her inhibitions. She
decided to go for broke now, casting caution to the wind.

"You do enjoy it don't you? You like the feeling of my
stockings on your leg don't you baby?" Mia coaxed. Heather
nodded slowly.

"Then smile for the boys and spread your legs a little bit,
don't fight it, just do what comes naturally,"

Mia couldn't contain a triumphant grin when she felt
Heather's legs move, opening her thighs. Mia worked her foot
up the girl's calf, watching as her eyes closed and she
slowly licked her lips. She paused to toy with her knee for
just a moment and then delved between her heated thighs. She
worked her foot along each one, carefully gripping and
massaging with her toes. Mia's eyes never left Heather's
face. She watched in mounting excitement as the blonde took
her lower lip between her teeth and silently chewed on it.
Mia reveled in the feeling when her toe found her garter
clasp and traced up it, passing over the top of her stocking
and sliding against bare flesh.

Heather's nostrils flared and she was furiously chewing her
lip. Mia continued to watch the girl's face as her toes
traced up the garter. She knew she was close to heaven when
she felt warm skin on both sides of her foot. As tall as she
was Mia was still forced to lean back in her seat and let
her ass slide to the edge of the warm leather to keep going.
Heather moaned softly when Mia slipped her foot back gently,
but the CEO wasn't finished. She straightened her leg,
pushing it out all the way and felt her toes bump against
Heather's mound. The blonde groaned, not loud enough for
anyone but Mia to hear, but that loud enough.

"Spread your legs more, and lean back. Let your hips come
forward just a little," Mia whispered in her most seductive
voice. She didn't have to use a stern voice this time,
Heather was obviously totally lost in sensation. She did as
she was told and Mia pressed the ball of her foot tightly to
the girl's pussy. She made a slow circular motion, varying
pressure as she watched Heather moving towards her climax.

------

Heather was adrift on a sea of pleasure. The restaurant, the
boys, the food had all long since faded into the background
of her consciousness. The only things that mattered now were
the tingling sensations from her pussy and her boss's sexy
voice.

"You like that don't you?" Mia asked. Heather could only
nod. She felt it building in her stomach, an orgasm was
coming and for the first time in ages she wasn't hurried.
The tingling in her pussy, the aching in her nipples and the
sharp clenching and unclenching in her ass, all were
wonderful. No matter what Jim or her parents had taught her,
there was no way feeling like this could be wrong. The
signals from her body were so overwhelmingly strong, that
she thought they would be frightening in their intensity if
they didn't feel so wonderful.

"Your about to cum aren't you Heather?" that wonderful voice
whispered. When Heather didn't respond the lovely rubbing at
her crotch stopped. She humped her pussy against Mia's foot,
but the oriental woman withdrew it slightly.

"Aren't you?"

"Yesssssss," Heater hissed. As soon as she responded the
wonderful rubbing resumed causing her to nearly cry out in
joy. She was so close now. She wanted it. She had to have
it.

"Who's going to make her little angel cum?" Mia whispered.

"Ohhhhhh, you are Mia," the small woman moaned. Heather
balled up her napkin and pressed it into her mouth as she
felt the first contraction hit her. A white hot ball of fire
was burning in her pussy and it spread outward in pulses
that were so intense they defied description. Her mind
fought through each wave as she desperately tried to keep
enough of her wits about her to stay silent. During the
build up she had almost forgotten she was in a restaurant,
but now that she was in the throes of her orgasm she was
acutely aware of it. It was so outrageous and wicked, that
somehow it made the pulses of pleasure from her center seem
even more intense. Fighting to remain silent only prolonged
the pleasure and she wondered why she had never tired this
before. She seemed so much more attuned to her body this
evening.

When the last spasm ripped through her she opened her eyes
to find Mia staring at her. The look on her boss's pretty
face would haunt her for the rest of the evening. Mia's face
and eyes were very expressive, but she usually kept her
emotions out of her expressions. Now she wore one that
combined an animalistic hunger with tenderness and love.

Mia withdrew her foot and smiled at Heather before taking up
her spoon and attacking the French Onion Soup. Heather
picked at her meal, barely tasting it. Her mind was a
confused and jumbled mass of emotions. The small blonde
began to unravel the tapestry of feelings and examine them,
hoping to deal with them better one at a time.

The most alarming thing was not a feeling, but a lack of
one. She thought she should feel guilty for basically
cheating on Jim, but she didn't. In fact as she examined her
inner self she realized she felt nothing at all for him, it
was as if he didn't exist. All of her feelings were tied to
her boss right now. Heather stared at Mia now, for the first
time allowing herself to simply take in the older woman's
stunning beauty. She had beautifully expressive eyes, a pert
nose, pouty lips, high cheekbones and a flawless dusky
complexion. Her body had soft curves in all the right places
on a tall, but petite frame. How could she have worked with
this woman for five years and never noticed?

Things Mia had said and done over the past few months
filtered in. Small things, like the roses her boss gave her
on secretary's day, the ride home in the rain, lunch at her
favorite restaurant, the afternoon at the gallery, "Playing
Hookey" as Mia had called it when Heather's favorite artist
was being featured and Jimbo refused to let her go. There
were the compliments too. Small things, but as Heather
thought she realized they were almost daily things. Just
little words, but she realized how much they had meant to
her. Other things too, strange looks, accidental contacts.

"You're gay?" she suddenly blurted out. If Mia was upset by
the question she didn't show it. She put her spoon down and
cocked her head to one side then smiled.

"It sure took you long enough to figure that out,"

No denial, Heather thought. No apologies and seemingly no
shame. Heather had always pictured lesbians as big manly
women who smoked, drank, cursed and wore denim and leather.
Her beautiful boss being one was a shock. But, it shouldn't
be should it? she asked herself. Anyone who worked as
closely with Mia as she had should have known. How have I
become so blind to the people around me? she wondered. In
college she had been so perceptive and empathetic. Now I am
just pathetic, she reflected.

"Why?" Heather asked.

"Why what? Why am I gay? Why did I do that? Why did you
enjoy it? You're going to have to be more specific, but this
is hardly the place for such a discussion. If you're done we
can skip coffee and dessert and go back to my room to talk,"

------

Mia opened the door to her room and held the door for
Heather. This had not gone exactly as she planned, but a
part of her was glad of that. She had been able to show
Heather a good time, and she didn't feel at all guilty about
it. If she had brought her up here drunk and horny from the
medicine and taken advantage of her. Even in her own mind
Mia knew she would not have been able to do it. She had not
completely abandoned a sense of right and wrong. She still
entertained hopes of having sex with her lovely personal
assistant, but if it happened it would be solely because
Heather wanted it too.

Mia went to the small wet bar and poured herself a stiff
drink, she didn't offer one to Heather. The girl sat
nervously on the bed and Mia took the chair across from her.

"So what did you want to know?"

"Why did you do.what you did in the restaurant?"

"Why did I make you cum you mean?"

"Yes,"

"Why not? You are beautiful and sexy,"

"But I'm not a lesbian!" Heather protested. Mia smiled at
her and chuckled.

"You aren't? It would have been hard for someone to know
that while you were having such a yummy orgasm with my foot
on your pussy," Mia said. Heather colored furiously and
lowered her head. Mia stood and walked to the edge of the
bed. She gently took the girl's chin in her hand and raised
her face until their eyes met.

"How do you know you aren't gay? Have you ever cum like that
with your husband?" Mia asked. She was taking a chance here,
for all she knew Jim was a stud in bed, but she was betting
he was just as selfish a lover as he was a husband.

"No," Heather whispered. Mia stepped back from the girl and
slowly undid the last two buttons on her dress.

"Don't...please." Heather pleaded as Mia wiggled out of the
silk dress and tossed it on the chair. She stood before
Heather in only her stockings, heels and a green thong. Her
breasts were bare and her nipples stood at attention. The
blonde was staring at the floor and shaking.

"Look at me," Mia commanded. Heather's face slowly, as if
against her will came up. When she finally looked at Mia,
she seemed incapable of tearing her eyes away.

"You like what you see, don't you?" Mia said softly. The
girl nodded almost imperceptibly.

Mia moved closer to her, until she was standing right in
front of the girl. Heather's hand rose hesitantly and almost
touched Mia's hip before she jerked it away.

Mia placed her hands on her hips and stared down until her
brown eyes locked with Heather's blue ones. Mia decided to
lay it all on the line, she either had to have this woman in
her bed or had to know there was no chance of it ever
happening.

"There is no easy way to say this. You've been through a
lot, you're married to an abusive prick and you have been
beaten down. I love you Heather, I have for a long while
now. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don't
love me too I'll stop, but if you can't I am going to make
love to you, right here on this bed," Mia said gently. She
still held the girl's eyes with her own.

"Do you not love me?"

Heather stared at her. After a few moments her bottom lip
began to quiver, but she neither nodded nor shook her head.
Mia could see the monumental conflict that was going on
inside her little PA's head. She waited impatiently, filled
with hope and fear. When she had waited over a minute and
the girl still hadn't moved Mia bent her head and gently
placed her lips against Heather's.

All of her hopes were bound up in that contact and Mia felt
a joy that eclipsed any she had ever known when the small
blonde's lips parted, inviting her tongue. Mia fought her
rising excitement and gently pressed her tongue into the
girl's warm, sweet mouth. She tasted the coconut flavor of
the Pina Colada and the tingling warmth of the run, but more
than anything she tasted the sweetness of Heather's lips. As
her tongue explored, Heather closed her lips on Mia's tongue
and sucked while her own little tongue danced over Mia's.

That kiss was filled with so much passion and yet, it
remained extremely tender. Mia continued to kiss and
thrilled when Heather's hands first made contact with her
skin. It was a soft caress, as hesitant and curious as her
own had been with Elaine years before.  Her own hands went
to Heather's arms, and gently stroked them through the soft
silk of her blouse. Heather was now playing her hand slowly
up and down Mia's outer thigh. Mia slipped her hands to
Heather's shoulders and gently pushed her back as she leaned
forward.

Her hips came to rest on Heather's and her body lay atop the
girl's, only her legs were still off the bed. Mia continued
the gentle kiss, waiting until she felt Heather's hands on
her back before she resumed stroking the girl's arms. Mia
broke the kiss and then kissed her secretary's nose. The
girl still looked frightened and doubtful, but Mia also saw
that she was beginning to loose those fears. Slow and easy
was the way to do this she decided. She knew she would have
to put her own pleasure second and do all in her power to
make Heather feel good. Mia realized her little friend was
starved for attention and affection.

For the only time Mia was grateful to Jimbo Wilson. She
realized that Heather would love with all she had and it was
only because he had so thoroughly abused that gentle love
that she had this opportunity. The side effects of the drug
and even the alcohol wouldn't have given her this one
opportunity; it was only his callousness that left Heather
open to a seduction. She felt the soft mounds of Heather's
breasts beneath her and the tiny points of her erect
nipples. Suppressing her desire to feel those glorious
mounds that her chest rested on she gently returned to
Heather's lips and kissed her again.

The kiss continued for a long time, until Mia had explored
every millimeter of Heather's mouth several times over.
Heather kissed back with increasing boldness until her
tongue finally darted into Mia's mouth. When there was no
repercussion she pushed her tongue deeply into Mia's mouth.
The kiss, which had been so gentle before heated up, until
their tongues were battling, pushing against each other
feverishly.

Heather's hands slid down her back and up the rise of her
rump, until the girl began to knead Mia's cheeks. The kiss
became even more heated, until the desperation in it took
Mia's breath away. Heather was pulling Mia tightly to her
now and kissing back so fiercely that Mia forgot for a
moment who was the seducer. Mia broke the kiss and began to
lick and nuzzle the girl's neck. Heather moaned softly and
her hands twined in Mia's short hair. Mia kissed along the
straining muscle that stood out as Heather raised her head
and then began to tongue the hollow where her delicate
collarbones met.

"Oh god," she groaned.

Mia flattened her tongue and ran it all the way up the
girl's neck, flicking it as she moved over Heather's chin.
Their eyes locked again and Mia returned to Heather's sweet
lips. As she kissed, Mia's hands moved to the neck of the
silk blouse and she undid a button. Mia pushed the material
aside and broke the kiss to lick the newly exposed skin.
Heather moaned and her body arched upwards.

"You like that don't you?" Mia purred.

"Yes," Heather responded, drawing the "s" out into a
sibilance that was highly erotic to the older woman.

Mia's hands returned to the blouse and quickly undid the
rest of the small pearl buttons. When she finished she
crawled off the girl and back onto her feet. Squatting
between Heather's thighs she pulled the blonde up to a
sitting position and pushed the blouse back off her
shoulders. Mia had to pause a moment and just stare.
Heather's eyes were closed and she wore an expectant
expression, the silk blouse was pushed back to reveal her
wondrous tits, encased in the black satin of her bra. Mia
rose and gently bit Heather's shoulder as she pulled at the
blouse. It was still buttoned at her wrists, but came off
when Mia tugged it hard enough. Her hands were already
behind the girl and went to the clasp that held her bra. Mia
unhooked the bra, but didn't remove it, she returned to
Heather's neck and nipped lightly, causing the girl to
quiver.

Mia pulled back so she could watch as she hooked her fingers
under the bra straps and lifted the garment from Heather's
shoulders. Heather was watching her face and Mia did not
even try to mask her admiration as the bra fell away and the
petite blonde's large breasts were finally exposed to her
gaze.

Mia had never seen breasts like these. They drooped slightly
under their own weight, but there was no lack of firmness
and somehow they stood out proudly from Heather's tiny
chest. They were beautifully sculpted and the white skin was
flawless. Mia marveled at the tiny network of blue veins
just under that pale skin. The aureoles were pink and
surprisingly tiny, no bigger than a half dollar, but the
nipples were long and thick. Mia's hands seemed to move of
their own accord and she gently hefted them, reveling in
their weight.

"They're beautiful," Mia breathed.

"Really," Heather said. Her voice was filled with an almost
pleading need to believe it was true and that tone shook Mia
from her trance. She tore her eyes from the spectacle to
Heather's face. Mia struggled to find the right words to
express what she was feeling.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. If
you were mine, I wouldn't ever let you wear anything at
home," Mia said. Heather blushed and turned her head, but
Mia caught her chin and turned her face until their eyes
met.

"I mean it. I wouldn't make you wear ugly bras and hideous
dresses. I am not ashamed of you Heather, I would show you
off every chance I got and would revel in the jealous stares
people gave me,"

"Would you?" she asked, cocking her head and staring. Mia
just nodded and pushed her back onto the bed. She pressed
her face between the large orbs and kissed the silky skin at
the bottom of the valley between them. Mia lost herself in
the silken treasures, loving the pressure of the sides of
the domes on her cheeks. Her hands traced lightly along the
outsides as she slowly began to lave one with her tongue.
Mia worked her way around the huge tit unhurriedly; slowly
the sheer size impressed itself on her as her tongue
actually began to ache from constant licking. As she worked
all the way around, the dark haired woman slowly worked her
way upward until her the tip of her pink tongue grazed the
uneven perimeter of Heather's puckered aureole. Heather was
moaning softly now and whined when Mia let her tongue slide
down the inside of the girl's breast to the valley and start
working up the other breast. Her hands still kneaded and
caressed the heated skin, but she avoided the nipples
totally. Mia had never met a girl who could cum just from
having her breasts adored and she wanted to see if Heather
really could.

By the time she reached the aureole on the left breast Mia
was beginning to believe Heather could. The blonde's hips
undulated wildly against Mia's abdomen and she was
whimpering and moaning continuously. Mia's mouth covered the
whole nipple and aureole at once and she began to lash the
little nubbin with her tongue. At the same time her hand
seized the girl's other nipple and began to roll it between
her fingers. Heather gasped and then groaned as a tremor
passed through her body. Mia could feel he tension in
Heather's petite body and nipped the stiff nipple in her
mouth. She held on tightly as Heather's body spasmed and
then the girl went wild, plunging on the bed in a paroxysm
of pleasure. Mia stayed where she was and smiled like the
Cheshire cat. With an inarticulate bark Heather at last fell
back on the bed, breathing heavily.

----

The blades of the ceiling fan turned lazily over her head.
Heather had been watching them, but she wasn't sure how
long. She no longer felt Mia's silky skin on her own, or her
lover's soft mouth and tongue on her still tingling nipple,
but she heard her moving somewhere in the room. An
aftershock thrilled her and she arched her back and closed
her eyes as it ran through her.

It was her second orgasm of the evening with her lovely
boss. A gentle drowsiness lay upon her now, softening the
edges of her vision and allowing her mind to wander.
Disconnected images flashed through her mind and with them
came feelings and impressions. She saw Jimbo drunk on the
sofa, totally unaware that his wife was cheating on him. Try
as she might she felt nothing for him, not even pity. She
saw the expression on Mia's face when her almond eyes had
first seen her breasts. The unmistakable admiration in those
eyes made her wish she could preen. She saw the two young
men at the restaurant staring at Mia. Why had their hungry
glances made her so angry?

The next images were just flashes with no time to even
consider them. She saw Mia soaked to the bone and laughing.
Mia handing her the roses on secretary's day. Mia holding up
two passes to the exhibit at the Met and the genuine
happiness in her eyes when Heather squealed in delight. Mia
on the phone, sitting at her desk and looking so capable and
in control. The last was her beautiful bosses face as she
suckled at Heather's breast. That expression remained burned
in her mind, if utter contentment could be painted or
captured on film, then that expression was it.

The bed creaked and she felt her lover's weight upon her
again. Her eyes fluttered open to see that lovely face,
staring at her with infinite tenderness. Heather felt Mia's
hands working at the zipper of her skirt. When Mia's small
hands curled into the waist Heather raised her hips and felt
the cool suede as it slid past her hips and down her
stocking covered thighs. She was lying here now in only an
indecently small thong, but she felt right. No
embarrassment. No shame. How could she feel shame when Mia's
eyes we so filled with wonder and admiration?

Mia was kneeling and she began kissing the insides of
Heather's thighs. It felt so wonderful that she spread her
legs wide without even thinking. Mia's mouth was like a tiny
blowtorch; anywhere it touched was instantly hot and almost
unbearably pleasurable. Heather felt Mia's hands slide into
the thong and begin to tug it down. The last shred of
resistance to her boss's tender suit reared its head. With
an ease that surprised her, Heather crushed that last
remnant and raised her hips. Her boss gasped in delight and
Heather managed to force her heavy lids open.

"I always dreamed of having a natural blonde," Mia said as
her small fingers gently played in Heather's downy pubes.
Her fingers were soon replaced by her soft tongue and then.
and then.. Oh my god! her mind screamed.

Heather came unglued. She tangled her fingers in Mia's hair
and pulled her bosses face tightly to her pussy. She was on
fire. Burning up and only Mia's wet tongue could put it out.
She humped her pussy against Mia's face, crying out each
time her lover's nose or tongue made fleeting contact with
her straining clit and not caring who heard. Mia captured
her clit somehow among the wild thrashing and sucked hard,
lashing it with her unbearably soft tongue.

Heather's pussy spasmed and she heard herself scream. Wild
spasms of pure bliss shot through her, blotting out all
reason and all thought. For a few unforgettable seconds she
was not worthless little Heather who no one cared about. She
was elemental woman, screaming out her pleasure as her lover
took her to ever greater heights.

Her eyes were tightly shut and she only moaned softly when
she felt Mia roll her over onto her tummy. Her limbs felt
like they were made of lead and she couldn't help or protest
when Mia climbed onto the bed and pulled her to her knees.
She felt the small woman force her legs out of the way with
her own and Heather dreamily wondered what was going on.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped when the thick dildo
sliced into her still quivering pussy. Mia's hands held her
hips firmly and Heather groaned in wonder and pleasure when
Mia began to slowly fuck her.

"God, your beautiful," Mia said in a husky voice. Those
words made Heather feel better than the delicious friction
of the dildo. She pushed her self up onto her elbows and
then her hands. She felt her hips beginning to respond,
matching the rhythm of Mia's thrusts. Heather put her head
down and looked back to see how this was possible. The
visual was enough to trigger another orgasm. As the sparks
shot through her body the sight was burned into her mind.

Heather saw her heavy breasts, swaying in time to the
thrusts. Mia's legs, straining as she drove forward and
retreated. Her own blonde triangle and the large pink cock
that was rapidly disappearing again and again between her
widely stretched lips. The cock was attached to a pair of
black panties that hugged Mia's trim hips.

When she opened her eyes again the scene hadn't changed. Mia
lay across her back and her small hands cupped Heather's
breasts. The little woman's movements became jerky and with
a soft murmur she came.

Knowing that this woman, who loved her so deeply had
orgasmed while fucking her made all the pleasure she had
experience this evening seem trivial in comparison. Tears of
joy ran down her cheeks as Mia whispered in her ear.

"I love you,"

-----

Mia woke early, before the light of dawn broke. The ceiling
fan made a comfortable sound as it turned on and on. Mia was
warm and comfortable under the blankets with Heather curled
up in her arms. She wondered what had wakened her when she
heard the insistent beeping of her cell. Mia carefully
uncurled and got out of bed. Her little lover moaned softly
and snuggled back, trying to find her body, which brought
smile to Mia's lips.

She grabbed the cell and retreated to the bathroom. She
checked the messages and hit the dial back button. It should
be near noon in New York, unless she had the time zones
wrong, which was possible, she thought.

"That was quick," Elaine's sharp voice said as soon as she
picked up.

"How did you know it was me?" Mia asked sleepily.

"Caller id, welcome to the twenty-first century," Elaine
said chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah," Mia said as she shook off the grogginess she
was feeling.

"Any luck last night?" Elaine asked in a somewhat dreamy
tone.

"She's curled up in my bed," Mia said happily.

"Well, you had better be ready to give her a sympathy fuck,
I have some bad news for her,"

"Do tell," Mia said.

"I was going to let Vicky tell you, but you took so long to
call back she is already enjoying her reward,"

"And that would stop her from telling me?" Mia asked.

"You know how I am with good manners. I would never let her
talk with her mouth full," Elaine said. Mia smiled, that
explained her friend's voice.

"There was a big drug bust over in Hoboken last night. Your
poor secretary's husband was arrested along with ten
others,"

"That's a shame, but I am sure he will get off lightly. He's
a first time offender and all," Mia said, playing the game.

"Oh, I am afraid not. There is a little bitch district
attorney who is out to make a name for herself. She
announced to the media last night that this is a major ring
and she intends to prosecute them all to the fullest extent
of the law,"

"How dreadful," Mia said smiling.

"Yes, dreadful. Your man is facing five to ten, with time
off for good behavior, which I assure you he won't get,"
Elaine said. Her voice was more normal now and Mia assumed
she had already cum. She never made a sound when she did,
her hips just went wild.

"Thanks, Elaine,"

"Don't thank me, you can thank Vicky when you get back. She
has always wanted a taste of your pussy. Isn't that right,
my little cunt lapper?" Elaine said condescendingly. Mia
heard a muffled response.

"Ah, well she's too busy to talk now. Anyway, go break the
news to you're little secretary and have fun," Elaine said
as she hung up.

When Mia had relieved herself and returned to the bedroom
she found Heather propped up on a pillow and watching her.

"Good morning," Mia said with a lightness she didn't feel.
Any effects of drugs and alcohol would be gone by now and
she was worried about Heather's reaction to last night.

"Good Morning," she said smiling softly.

Here goes, she thought as she climbed back into bed and
kissed Heather lightly on the lips. The little blonde's arms
wound around her as she started to pullback and what Mia had
meant as a good morning peck became a deep soul kiss. When
it broke Heather stretched languidly and smiled.

"That was some good morning," Mia said.

"That was some I love you, last night," Heather countered.

"I do you know?" Mia said.

"I know. I love you too. I am sorry I didn't say it last
night, but I had to think about it,' she said awkwardly.

"You more than made up for it this morning," Mia said as she
took Heather in her arms and the girl snuggled close. She
had never felt so content, but she soon sensed something was
wrong.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I was just wondering where we go from here?" Heather asked.

`To breakfast," Mia said and began to nibble on her ear.
Heather squirmed and giggled.

"I'm serious," she managed.

"Well, you are going to divorce that dirtbag husband of
yours and move in with me and in between marathon sessions
of sex, you are going back to school.  I am going to have to
find a new PA, because when you graduate I am making you VP
of operations,"

Heather snuggled back against her and relaxed, sighing as
Mia resumed nibbling on her ear and neck.

After a while she said in a dreamy voice, "Mia, do you know
any good lawyers?"

End.