The Protege chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 1

... wore a cute little spaghetti strapped sundress. Her sandy blonde hair hung down tight to her cheeks hanging about half way down her neck. She had intense blue eyes and golden-brown tanned skin against a peach and white floral form fitting sundress. We would have some fun today with the New York men, I could tell.

The Pearl St. Diner was a hit. The waffles and fruit were to die for. " I will be living here, I can tell," I said after taking my first bite.

"Can I try?" asked Stacey, stabbing a piece with my fork.

"Hey! eat your own." I protested, sliding my plate away.

"Mmmm," she sighed savoring the stolen bite of waffle. "Delicious, almost worth getting up at 5:30 for this. Wanna try my French toast?

"Sure," I said, taking the bite off her outstretched fork.

"Amazing," I said impressed with a unique flavor, I could not quite pinpoint. "Great coffee, great food. On the list!"

"I've never eaten here but it's on my list too!" she said shoving in another bite. She continued after swallowing, "So, 40 wall street first, 70 pine and then the Chrysler building ok?"

"Sounds great and finish off with Bank of America Tower," I replied happily gulping down coffee. "I can't believe I'm living in New freakin" York," I said grinning like Pennywise.

She grinned back," This is gonna be so much fun having you here!"

We caught up on family and hit the road. It was a dream come true walking the streets of Manhattan. We got to the Chrysler building around 11:00. Her ...

... family dentist had an office on the 79th floor. She got me in to sign up as a patient and we, seized the opportunity to sneak a peek of the view. It was breathtaking.

On the way out, in the elevator, we were happily discussing the next stop when it stopped on 78. "This could take all day if we stop on every floor," I said jokingly, when suddenly I looked at the sharp dressed lady that appeared as the doors opened, and my jaw dropped. I did a double take... Cynthia Liebert!

My heart raced and my throat tightened. "WTF, Cynthia Freakin' Liebert and I look like a freakin' tourist!" I thought to myself. "Arguably the most powerful woman on wall street, my hero. The person I emulated the past six years and would love to work for more than anyone in the world, was right here! This could be my big chance... Say something! But your dressed like a doofus!"

"Cynthia Liebert?" I asked extending a hand as she turned to look at me.

Her eyes quickly looked me up and down and then, rolled at the sight of my outfit. "Yes," she replied trying to be polite but not extending her hand.

"It is such an honor to meet you. I have admired you for so long. You are such an inspiration. Because of you, I graduated top of my class in finance and now, I'm in New York starting my career..."

"Top of your class... how old are you Miss..." She said extending her hand and looking at me confused.

"Alecia Carmichael," I said shaking her hand vigorously. "I'm 24 and just graduated from I U ...