The Protege chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 2

... seemed this last round of self-pleasure had allowed me to clear my head and the insanity of my behavior for the last 24 hours sunk in. I showered yet again, gently cleaning my self-abused lady parts. I put on some lotion to ease the soreness and keep the area moisturized and went back to bed for some much-needed rest. I woke up about 11:00 AM feeling refreshed and in control, except for the image of the magic diamond permanently etched in my brain.

I put on some khaki pants and a conservative casual blouse and went to the living room, where Cynthia sat on the sofa with her laptop. She was wearing a red cover up over her bikini I assumed.

"Feeling better?" she asked, not looking up.

"I am feeling fine, thanks."

"Let's talk about your role and get our calendars in synch," she said, tapping the seat next to her. "Better get your laptop."

"Great, be right back." I said, heading back to my room.

When I returned to the living room she raised her laptop and crossed her legs on the sofa, exposing her naked vagina as she sat Indian-style. "Ok, no bikini," I thought to myself.

I took the seat next to her and the next several hours seemed to fly by. We talked about my role, my office and the process for getting set up with HR on Monday. The itinerary for the next four months looked nearly filled. My mind boggled at the sight of a trip to Paris in two weeks. I had hoped I would be part of it.

"Paris?" I asked almost subconsciously.

"Yes, there is a series of ...

... fashion shows and it gives the opportunity to meet with several of the CEO's and CFO's of the major players in the industry. We've been working with several major designers about managing their global pension and retirement accounts. Not to mention plenty of good food and wine. Have you been there before?" she asked.

I wanted to say yes to sound travelled and sophisticated, but that was a firm no. "Unfortunately, not," I said with a hopeful tone.

"You're gonna love it, although there won't be much sightseeing. It will be a busy week, but maybe we can head over a day early and have some down time."

I tried not to sound too excited, "That would be great, how much do you manage in investments from the fashion and apparel world?"

"We manage just over 10.2 billion dollars in that segment, not counting the retailers," she answered with remarkable speed.

I imagined all the business segments they were in, and it was impressive that she had that number in her head. We talked for hours on investment strategies, marketing efforts and client development. She never once for the remainder of the weekend mentioned anything about Friday night's events.

We completely forgot about eating until almost 10:30 PM. I pulled together a wine, cheese and fruit buffet from the three-door commercial refrigerator in her kitchen and we continued talking until around midnight. Other than the occasional distraction of a whiff of her perfume and the image of the pink diamond popping into my ...