She sighed disgustedly, “If that’s true then do what you must, but at least wear acceptable footwear!”
It was my turn to break character. “Hey, these are cute!”
She giggled, “Yeah, I know, they really are cute.” We laughed together.
Slipping back into Ms. Yacht, I sighed and said, “I’ll try to find something more appropriate.”
“See that you do!” She snapped, but grinned. She stood and walked around the desk and then behind me. I started to turn and she put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “I don’t like your hair up like this, I think it would soften your face if this exquisite red hair was framing it.”
Her hand drifted along my neck, giving me chills. She walked around me, but was suddenly gone. I peered behind me and she had disappeared. Soft music unexpectedly filled the air as Norah Jones sang ‘Don’t Know Why’. Just as suddenly, she appeared in front of me. “I wanted some music,” she whispered. She cupped my face, and nervously began, “I, I, I…” then she stepped away, leaning on the desk.
I followed her, “Harper,” I said softly, “what’s goin’ on?”
Her head was hanging between her shoulders. “I love my fiancée, Hamilton, I really do. And I’ve never been with a woman, never even really thought about it. But, when Sara showed me the pictures on the company website, I saw you and my heart fluttered. I mean, really fluttered and I couldn’t breathe. I had to meet you and see what that was all about.” She hesitated and then, “I flipped away from your pictures a couple of times, but kept going back, again and again. I even checked several times at work. I bookmarked your pictures on my laptop at work and at home.” She paused with the pause lasting long enough that I started to speak but she stopped me by raising her hand. “I honestly figured that once I saw you in person or met you, those weird feelings would go away. But, instead, they’ve just gotten worse, more intense. Then, I thought that I’d flash you, tease you by not wearing underwear and when you were ready to jump me, turn a cold shoulder and send you away. But, I can’t do that.”
She turned to look at me. She reached up, pulling the hairpins out of my hair and it started tumbling into my face. She leaned in and gently brushed her lips against mine. “I can’t because I love you. I know that it’s irrational and absolutely insane. There’s no possible way that I could love you in the short time that we’ve known each other. But, I do. Ruby…”
“Laci,” I said softly.
“Wh-wh-wh-what?” She stammered, obviously confused.
“My real name is Laci, Laci Underhill.” I explained, “My stripper name is Ruby.”
She smiled, “Laci fits you. You’re so tiny and delicate.”
I snort-laughed, “Tiny maybe, delicate, not so much.”
I pulled her face down to mine. “May I give you a proper kiss, Ms. Carlsson?”
She smiled, “I wish you would, Ms. Underhill.”
As we softly kissed, Norah Jones sang ‘Come Away with Me’ and as corny as it was, it was just perfect. I had resisted for as long as I could. My rules had been on shaky ground, but were suddenly not important. I had to touch her. Her naked skin being so close to my hands was driving me crazy. I slipped my hands under the suit jacket and onto her warm, smooth, soft skin. It was all I had anticipated and more. I raised my hands, pushed the jacket off her shoulders and onto the floor. Her perfect boobs were just below my chin and I dipped to meet the warm, smooth skin with my lips.
The soft sounds of approval from Harper were all that I needed to proceed with circling her erect nipple with my tongue. Her knees buckled again. I caught her once more, but instead of guiding her to the chair, I guided her to the bed.
Her eyes widened and she stiffened. “All we’re gonna do is get comfortable.” I grinned, “It seems every time I touch you, your knees buckle, so I figured this would be safer…”
She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘Fair Point.’ I helped her into the bed. I pulled her heels off and kicked my shoes off, also.
She snuggled up to me, resting her cheek on the silk of my blouse on my shoulder. She flicked her eyes down my fully clothed body and then at hers, devoid of anything but a miniskirt that covered virtually nothing.
She started laughing. “How is it that the stripper is fully clothed and I am nearly naked?”
I snorted, “Gee, I am really not sure how that happened.” I sat up, unbuttoning the cuffs on my blouse.
She put her hand on mine. “Could I finish that?” She asked softly.
Her tone and touch gave me shivers. I just nodded in agreement. The first thing she did was to remove her sorry excuse of a skirt, leaving her mouth-wateringly naked. Then she picked up where I left off, starting on my cuffs. After unbuttoning both sets, she went to work on the difficult task of unbuttoning the two buttons on my soft, sexy, silk blouse. She pushed the garment off of my shoulders, pausing to kiss some of the skin that was exposed. Her tender kisses gave me chills and I shivered.
“Cold?” She giggled.
“Huh-uh…” I gasped.
She snickered again before brushing her lips against my neck, inadvertently finding one of my sensitive spots. I shivered and moaned and she giggled again.
“Hey,” she said, “I might be pretty good at being with a woman…”
“Uh-huh…” I muttered dryly, and then moaned again as her lips drifted down to my collarbone.
She stopped and pulled the sleeves off of my arms and threw the blouse to the foot of the bed. She started fumbling with the clasp of my sheer, black lace bra. I guessed she was having a hard time concentrating because she was staring at my hard nipples through the sheer lace.
I laughed, “Not so easy when it’s not your bra on your own body is it?”
She snickered in response, “No! It’s amazingly, frustratingly hard!”
“Want some help?” I grinned.
“Arrrggghhh, no I can do this…” she huffed.
I snickered, “Ya sure?” just as she triumphantly pulled off my bra and flung it away from the bed.
“Yeeeesss…” she responded dramatically.
I just chuckled as she continued with her mission. She was searching for the zipper on the skirt, her hands fondling my ass.
“Help you with something?” I asked.
She laughed, “Actually, no. I think I’m doing pretty well on my own.” Her hands found their way to the slit and onto the silk covered skin of my thighs. “Ooohhh, I like that!”
I shivered, but remained silent.
“Just sayin’, but I think you do too.” She smirked.
I shrugged, but continued to shiver as she found the bare skin above the top of the stockings. She explored the skin, brushing the back of her fingers over the black, silk lace of my thong and my pussy. I could feel that the silk of the panties was becoming saturated with my excitement. I was panting in anticipation of her touch and melting with every, all too brief, caress.
“Harper,” I gasped breathlessly, “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
She giggled, “You mean other than to myself? Nope!”
She started working on the clasp and zipper on my skirt. She pushed me this way and then pulled me that way, not finding much success. Finally she pushed me away. “Stand up!” She ordered gruffly, clearly exasperated.