Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale

... earrings in her pierced ears blazed at me even in the dim light of the car. She wore an elegant designer suit of pearl gray. Her long, shapely legs were graced by the sheerest of black nylons that had to be pure silk. Stylish Ferragamo black pumps with two inch heels completed her ensemble. Her makeup looked like it had been professionally applied. Soft powdered cheeks, a light coating of red-orange lip gloss created the most interesting cut of color across her face. Her only blemish, not a blemish to some and perhaps of great interest, was her mouth tilted slightly down from the right to left. The slant was coincident with the line of her hair across her forehead. "I'm Shakira, welcome to The Big Apple, Nikki!" she said as a big, toothy smile broke out on her face. Her teeth were so white and perfect! My immediate thought was, 'If I'm going to live here I had better find a good orthodontist to straighten my plain girl's teeth!' "I am so happy to meet you, Shakira. Wilson has told me just how much he depends on you. It sounds like you keep him from coming 'unwrapped' on those days when things are flying about chaotically." "Nikki, you'll find Wilson is given to a bit of hyperbole from time-to-time. He handles himself very well!" This time she broke out into a delighted little laugh. Hyperbole? What is the hell is that I thought? My high school writing teacher never used that word. Am I in over my head in the Big Apple place? Oh God, help me! Shakira pressed a button next to ...

... her seat, and immediately the driver responded, "Yes, ma'am?" "Mason, head down 5th Avenue to Saks. We'll step out there." "Yes, ma'am, we're on the way." The limo glided out into the heavy traffic and proceeded through the complex maze of streets that had no meaning to me. The trip took no time at all because Shakira and I became instantly engrossed in girl talk. She was the easiest person to talk to I had ever met. She was interesting, witty, and when she looked at me her deep, dark eyes focused only on me. They gave me the sense that she took each word in that I spoke and rolled it around on her tongue and tasted it. I loved her openness. "Honey, Wilson said that you are to be outfitted with the very best from the top to bottom. Ball gowns, dresses and suits, casual outfits, shoes, and lingerie. He was adamant, beautiful lace and stunning designs of bras, panties and teddies! It will be such fun to dress you for him." I must have blushed crimson through my Italian skin. I was nearly as dark as Shakira, but my blood must be closer to the surface. She looked at me and laughed. "Don't be shy, honey! I want to put your mind at rest about one thing. I have worked for Wilson for over eight years. There are few secrets between me and Wilson, public or private." She took my hands in hers, her long elegant fingers gently pressing my palms together, and continued. "He has never made a pass at me and won't, Nikki because I'm a committed lesbian. I will never be a threat to you. I hope ...