A Second Trip to See Miss Cynthia

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Using the Bluetooth feature on his car, Evan had called his office and asked to be connected to his assistant, Laura. “This is Laura,” he heard her pleasant voice. “May I help you?” “Hi darlin’, it’s Evan.” “I’ve been waiting for you to call,” she said with an exasperated voice. “What happened?” “It’s all good news,” he replied. Laura could see the smile on his face from the tone of his voice. “You got them to sign?” “Of course I did,” he answered. “Did you ever have any doubt about it?” “Not with you making the presentation,” she said with certainty. “Does the front office know yet?” Evan pulled his car off the road and into a parking lot so that he could concentrate on his conversation with Laura. “I have not told them yet and don’t plan to do so until tomorrow morning. The bastards can just sit and wonder for all I care.” “Is that a wise idea?” she asked calmly. “No. Not at all,” he replied, “But that’s the way I’m going to do it. Just let them stew in their juices for a while. We did this together … you and me, without any assistance from anyone in the office. They were just so certain it couldn’t be done. Well darlin’, we did it and you were just as much a part of this as me.” He could hear the warmth in her voice as she answered, “Thank you very much. We are a good team.” “Yes we are,” he said. “And tomorrow we’ll celebrate at lunch.” “Will it be a long lunch?” she asked. “I would think so,” he answered. “Why do you ask?” Evan could tell that she had her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone when she whispered, “Will it be a long lunch like the one we had on my birthday?” He was a little surprised by her question and his mind flew back to their lunch to celebrate her last birthday about three months ago. She had taken him to an exclusive lingerie shop where she modeled for him before taking him home to her apartment for an afternoon and evening of wild, unrestrained sex. Until that day he had no idea that Laura had any interest in him sexually, but he found out differently. Now, three months later the subject came up once again. “Would you like to have a long lunch at your apartment?” he asked. “I think it’s a very good suggestion,” she said softly. “You haven’t been there for three months and this is the perfect way to celebrate. Do you agree?” “I certainly do,” he answered with a broad smile on his face. “I’ll let you take care of the details like you did the last time so that we won’t have to be concerned about getting back to the office.” “Don’t you worry about a thing, boss man,” she said with a soft chuckle. I’ll take care of everything. May I assume that you will not be coming back to the office this afternoon?” “You assume correctly,” he laughed. “I have a few things to do and will be turning off my phone as soon as we hang up.” “I would love to be in the meeting tomorrow when you give the president the news,” she said. “There is no reason why you can’t walk into his office with me. This was a team effort.” Laura covered the phone again, “What do you think this contract is worth?” “It will be around $90 million in revenue and maybe $10 million in profit,” he told her. “That is really exciting,” she said. “You will get a nice bonus, won’t you?” “Let’s put escort it this way,” he explained. “My bonus will be enough for me to retire immediately, but they won’t give it to me all at once. I’ll get about a quarter of it in a month and the other three quarters when the deal is a year old and still in effect.” “That is even more exciting,” she said honestly. “If you are going to be a rich man, maybe I should start being nicer to you.” “You can start tomorrow at lunch,” he said as he remembered the last day they spent together. She had a breathtaking body that she had managed to hide from him for years. Her soft white skin and red hair had always had him intrigued. But when he finally saw her naked he was nothing short of amazed. She had been a tiger in bed. The idea of going back for a second trip already had him aroused and eager. “Do I need to find something to model for you?” she whispered. Before he could answer she said, “Or maybe I should just wear some of the lingerie that you bought me on our last trip to work tomorrow. Then I could give you a peak at it before we walk down the hall to see the big boss.” “That sounds like a great idea,” Evan responded. “The only problem with your plan is, if you give me a look I might just lock my office door and have a good, close look.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Laura said softly. “I think it would be great fun.” They both laughed before Evan said his goodbyes and warned her not to let on to anyone what had happened and when he would be back in the office. As promised, he turned off his cell phone and put it into the console in his car. He was sitting quietly thinking of what he should do next. Perhaps he should get a gift for Laura. But what? He had always allowed her to pick her own gifts. Just then Evan looked up and discovered that when he pulled off the road to talk with Laura, he had pulled into a parking space directly in front of Miss Cynthia’s Lingerie Shop. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said aloud. “Some sexy lingerie would be an ideal gift if we are going to spend some time together in her apartment.” Thinking back, he remembered Miss Cynthia. She was an exceptionally attractive woman. At the time he had guessed her to be in her early 50’s, but a very well-maintained package. Evan remembered the look she gave him as he paid for the things he was buying for Laura. He recalled her handing him her business card with her personal telephone number on it. She had said, “When you want to see a woman your age that can be equally grateful I hope you’ll give me a call.” This was going to be fun. Evan walked into the shop and stood alone in the smallish showroom. He looked around for several seconds before a woman he didn’t know came into the room and asked if she could help him. This wasn’t Miss Cynthia, but she was certainly attractive and had an air of sexiness about her. “Hi,” he began. “I didn’t have an appointment, but was hoping to find Miss Cynthia.” Before the woman could answer, Miss Cynthia came through the doorway and beamed a smile at Evan. “Mr. Sanders, how wonderful to see you again,” she said as she walked across the room to give Evan a hug. “To what do we owe the escort bayan pleasure of seeing you again?” Evan had closely watched her walk across the room and admitted that while his memory of her was fairly good, it wasn’t good enough. Wearing a tight black skirt and white silk blouse, she was an absolute knockout. In her heels she stood about 5’ 10” and was round in all the right places. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought that I should stop in to let you help me pick out something for Laura.” Miss Cynthia’s hand reached out and ran down Evan’s tie. “Sweet Laura,” she said with a smile, “How is she?” Then she leaned over and whispered, “Is she still trying to hide those gorgeous breasts?” Evan laughed before answering, “To some degree, yes she is. She still tries to be exceptionally modest in the office.” Still holding on to his tie she looked into his eyes and said, “I’m so very happy to see you and I don’t mind saying that I’m not disappointed to see you without Laura.” Her other hand ran down the lapel of his jacket and she said, “I assume the things that you bought here on your last visit were satisfactory.” Evan had to laugh again, “Yes, I can certainly say that they achieved the desired goal. And I will assume that you understood that I was totally taken by surprise with that entire episode.” “Oh, there was no question about it. But then, that’s one of the nice things that we can do with a shop like this using our private dressing rooms,” she said with devilish smile. “Based on your reactions I’m guessing that you had no idea of what she had planned.” “Absolutely none,” he assured her. “We’ve worked together for several years and everything has always been very proper.” The look she gave him left him feeling like she didn’t believe his story, but it didn’t really matter if she did or not. He continued, “We’ve had a bit of a business success and I wanted to get something for Laura … some kind of reward for her work. But, I had no idea what to get until I saw your shop. I’m hoping you can help me out.” “Of course I can, Mr. Sanders,” she answered with a sensuous smile. “I’ll need you to call me Evan,” he said softly. “That’s lovely,” she answered, “And you’ll call me Cynthia. Some of my friends call me Cyn, if you’d prefer.” “Is Cyn spelled with an ‘S’ or a ‘C’”? Again she ran her hand down his tie and looked into his eyes. “I’ll let you tell me after we’ve found the right gift.” Evan didn’t really know what to think of this woman, but unless he was completely wrong she was coming on to him like a freight train. “I’m in your hands,” he offered. “If I remember correctly,” she said, “You don’t operate on a budget.” “I do not,” he replied. “You find me the right gift and I won’t care what the price is going to be.” Cynthia turned around to the other woman in the showroom. “Tammy, I’m going to take this gentleman into the Blue Room to pick out a gift. Would you please be in charge of the store? This may take a while.” As she spoke to Tammy, Evan had a good opportunity to study her back side. “Wow,” he thought. “On a scale of one to ten, this woman’s ass is an eleven.” Cynthia motioned for Evan to follow her, leading bayan escort him down the hallway and to a different dressing room than he had been in the last time. She opened the door for him, and then followed him inside. “This is the Blue Room,” she said after closing the door. “Each of our rooms is a little different. You may remember the last time we were in the Red Room which was, of course, all in red tones. This room is a little softer.” Evan’s eyes scanned the room before saying, “And this room has a bed in it rather than a large chair.” She chuckled, “Ah, you noticed. To tell you the truth, some of my customers like to try on some of our sexier things and then have me take a picture of them reclining on a bed. Then they take the photos home and have their husbands or boyfriends pick out the one they like best.” She walked to the bed and fluffed the pillow. “My business is all about marketing, Evan. We do what is necessary to make our customers see the value in what we offer.” “It doesn’t hurt that you have exceptionally great looking garments,” he added. “That’s true,” she said with a smile, “But there are dozens of stores that can offer things equally beautiful and sexy. My approach is to give them a sense of ownership in my products and the knowledge that their men will not be unhappy about how much they spent.” She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “As I recall, you didn’t hesitate to spend $750 to buy Laura some panties and bras. You could have bought something at Victoria’s Secret less than half that amount.” “And I would have gladly paid more,” he assured her. “The beauty of your products on my surprisingly beautiful assistant and in that intimate setting … I would have spent twice as much.” Cynthia smiled and stood up. “I’ll accept that as your approval of my system.” She took a few steps toward him and said, “Now then, shall we start finding the correct gift for your Girl Friday?” Evan was left alone in the room for almost ten minutes while Cynthia went out to find the items for him to consider. While there he sat on the bed and studied the room. It was about the same size as the Red Room. The obvious difference was the bed and everything in this room was in shades of blue. There was a screen as in the other room and a large full-sized mirror on the wall. There was a waist high table near the mirror and a straight backed chair. With her hands loaded with an array of colors and fabrics, Cynthia came into the room and went directly behind the screen. She looked around the edge saying, “Now Evan, you just sit down there on the bed and I’m going to model these things for you. I’ve got four things to show you and I believe that you will like them all. I’ll just take my shoes off so that I’ll be about Laura’s height. You’ll just have to think of me being a redhead.” Thinking of her as a redhead wouldn’t be easy. Cynthia’s hair was past shoulder length and quite blonde. To make the picture even better for Evan, her eyes were dark brown. To him, that was the perfect combination. He said, “Cynthia, you don’t need to model them for me. I’m certain that I would be happy to take your recommendation.” “Not a chance,” was her reply from behind the screen. “I’ve got you here and I don’t plan to let you go for a while. You’ll look at everything and we’ll decide together.” Before he could say anything else, she stepped out from behind the screen wearing silk pajamas in a pink and white stripe. She walked over close to Evan and turned around slowly.

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