by M T Stone
“Thank you, Andrew!” I said, realizing that all the negative talk was just Andrew’s way of analyzing an idea. I felt a rush of energy as he and Jack talked about how they would roll out the marketing and distribution. They would set up the inventory on Amazon and EBay just prior to the PR run, followed by a roll out to the major retailers in June to gain initial share for the fall season. My mind began racing. I didn’t hear anything beyond the talk of “rolling out to the major retailers”. If that occurred as planned, it would mean my Mom would be ordering my line six or seven months from that moment. That would be effing awesome!
“Kate, are you alright?” I heard through the storm of thoughts going on in my mind. I looked up to see both Andrew and Jack standing there looking at me with concerned looks on their faces.
“I’m fine guys! I was just thinking about all the work I have to get done. Are we all set here?”
“Yeah, sure. Yeah, I think we’re good,” Andrew stammered as if maybe I hadn’t answered a question or something. “I’ll work on tweaking and polishing your ideas and get back to you guys in a couple of days.”
“Kate and I are fifty-fifty on this, so make sure you keep her in the loop,” Jack said, as he shook hands with Andrew. Needless to say, I was very pleased to hear him say that.
Next, we were off to a collaborative design studio in the heart of the fashion district. Just a week ago, I was hoping to one day land a job working in one of these studios, but now they would be working for me. What a rush!
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“You handled that like a pro, Kate!”
“Thanks, Jack. I was starting to wonder whose side you were on in there.”
“Oh you don’t ever have to worry about that. However, you have to be able to look at your ideas objectively and leave the emotions on the table. A guy like Andrew looks at one hundred deals a month and picks maybe one or two to concentrate on. He’s going to make sure he covers all the angles before he commits.”
“He’s going to do it, right?”
“Yes. He wouldn’t have started talking roll-out strategy if he wasn’t moving forward with it. He really liked you, Kate.”
“I figured that when he slapped you on the back and said ‘Good find, buddy!’”
As we got in the car, Jack seemed so happy and at ease. I could tell he thrived on moving at a fast pace and flushing out whether or not a business idea would fly. Even though he had his hand on my leg and was running his fingers up and down my thigh, I could tell his thoughts were a million miles away. It must be a guy thing because my thoughts were suddenly on his fingers caressing my thigh. I debated whether or not I should tell him to stop, as I didn’t want to spend the afternoon in damp panties.
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After a brief introduction to the design team, Jack basically told them I was in charge. He then told me if I needed anything, his phone would be on. In a matter of hours, I had gone from a college student with a good idea to a fashion designer in charge of a four person team of highly skilled artists. I didn’t waste a minute dwelling on the fact that I felt completely unqualified for that. We had five days to put my initial pieces together, so without any hesitation, we got started on number one. Working with an experienced team was amazing. They were able to save me so much time because they had already seen what did and didn’t work. Everyone was so focused that it was 6 P.M. before I noticed my phone vibrating. Jack was out front in the car waiting, and this was his third text without a reply.
“Be right there!”
Jack
I was glad to see Kate diving right into this project. With her creativity, style and the great story behind it, I immediately knew this line would be a huge hit within a year or two. I also loved how she looked in her new clothes. She definitely blended in with the other elites in the fashion community. I was glad I had told everyone she was my business partner, as it translated to instant acceptance. It wouldn’t have been very easy for her if they knew she was a lowly college student. I made a point of telling her not to mention that fact to anyone on the design team. It could’ve proven disastrous.
“Hi, Jack, sorry to keep you waiting.”
“No problem, baby. I’m glad to see you being so productive.”
“Yeah, we have the first business suit prototype done, and we’re half way through the second. I miss Jackie, though.”
“Jackie? Why?”
“I’ve always worked on my designs with Jackie. We would brainstorm and come up with all kinds of great ideas. I just wish she could work with me on these.”
I didn’t reply right away because I honestly didn’t know what to say. Just yesterday, Jackie had tried to throw “Little Kate” under the bus. Why would she want her involved in the business?
“I’m sorry, Kate, but I really don’t trust her.”
With that, Kate began telling me the story of Jackie. Her father had been a Type A personality who lived and died trading the markets. His diet consisted of a steady stream of coffee and cigarettes, which led to an early death from lung cancer at age 44, leaving his wife, 14-year-old daughter, and 12-year-old son behind. Her mother became an increasingly bitter woman as she dug through the financials and realized her husband had actually been quite deep in debt. Borrowing on credit cards to play the markets was a deadly way to leverage up if you didn’t have perfect timing. Apparently his timing wasn’t perfect.
Working two retail jobs to make ends meet, it had been a long, treacherous decline from where Jackie’s mother started out in her career. She had been a successful runway model in the 80’s, but a dishonest business manager caused her to leave the industry with a bad taste in her mouth. Jackie was blessed with her mother’s long legs and looks, but her mother kept driving her away from modeling. “If you’re going to be in the industry, you have to be on the other side,” was her ongoing anthem. The problem was that without any money, how does one get established on the other side? The competition was incredibly fierce, which is why Jackie had become such a fighter.
“Well, now that she has a sugar daddy, she should ease up a bit,” I reasoned.
“Well, that’s another issue. Her mom found out about her sugar daddy a couple of weeks ago and confronted her. That’s why Jackie’s such a mess right now.”
“I can only imagine. I’m really glad I found you before you went down that road, Kate.”
“Me, too,” she said, snuggling into my side. “Can we stop at Lululemon on the way home? I need some workout clothes and a yoga mat so I can stretch out.”
“Sure hun,” I replied, thinking about the moves she must know.
Yoga, that’s why she’s in such good shape. Maybe I should look into doing some yoga.
“How long have you been doing yoga?”
“Since my freshman year of high school. We lived in that condo on the upper east side in the same building as Sara Miles.”
“Really, is that the girl who does online yoga videos?”
“That’s my Sara!”
Cool. I’ve seen a couple of Sara’s videos, and if Kate can twist herself into positions like that, it will be another great source of entertainment!
“I can tell by the look on your face that you’re having perverted thoughts.”
“Oh, sorry. I was just picturing you in various yoga poses. Can you get both feet behind your head?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see!”
Yes, I will!
Chapter 9 – Yoga, Sex and Video
Kate
As I began to stretch out on my mat, I sensed Jack over my left shoulder. I looked back to find him recording me with his cell phone camera.
“Put that thing away you pervert, and get down here with me.”
“Yeah, I was thinking I should try a little yoga with you. It might help my lower back.”
I thought he had stopped recording, but I later learned that he simply propped it up in the corner and captured our evening of sex and yoga. After showing him all the basics such as upward dog, downward dog (
he seemed to like me in that position) and warrior poses he was getting the hang of it. I learned quickly though not to correct him if his posture was a bit off.
“Leave me alone, I’m a stiff old man. I don’t bend like that,” he would reply. So I just let him do whatever he wanted and focused on my own work out. After the first half dozen poses, he was comfortably sitting in the chair enjoying a cocktail while I went through my routine.
“This is much better than an online video,” he remarked, as I did a firefly for him.
“Glad you’re enjoying it. Do you have any requests?”
“Yes, the feet behind your ears pose, please.”
“I knew you were going to say that.”
Ever since a couple instructors posted this pose online, it had become a favorite of guys everywhere. After doing a few more intense back stretches I brought my left foot up so it was in front of me. Jack’s eyes got wide with anticipation which made me laugh. I tucked my foot behind my neck and began to lift the right one. I paused for a moment just to stretch out my hip a bit, and Jack left the comfort of his seat to rejoin me on the floor.
“Are you going to do it with me?”
“Oh yeah, I’m going to do it with you alright. But you’ll be the only one with your feet behind your head,” he said with that evil smile.
As I rolled back and lifted my butt off the floor, he seemed to be mesmerized.
“I honestly don’t know how you can do that.”
“It just takes a lot of practice.”
“So does this,” he replied, as he began stroking the crotch of my new yoga shorts.
As he stroked back and forth, it was clear that my yoga workout was over. I popped out of position and asked if he minded me getting rid of my clothes. He responded by helping me get out of them while simultaneously shedding his, showing a definite ability to multi-task!
“What would you like to do now, Jack?”
“Can we go back to the position you were in a minute ago?”
“I’ll tell you what, this will be more enjoyable for me if my legs are off to the side in more of a tittibhasana position. I think you will enjoy it just as much.”
“Tittie what? That sounds good!”
Demonstrating, I sat with my legs spread and knees up. Then moved my arms so they were under my knees and rolled onto my back. Then I flexed my arms so that my legs were pinned back under my arm pits.
“That’s incredible!” was the only response I got from my anxious spectator.
He knew immediately that having my pelvis tilted in this position would give him incredible access to my G-spot. He moved in with zero hesitation. He began by running his tongue along my exposed flesh, which instantly tingled as a result of his touch. The way he made love to me with his lips was fun to watch for a change; there was so much passion in his eyes. He smiled at me as he added a finger, slowly prodding past my pelvic bone. I could instantly feel a chill go up my spine as he began massaging me while his tongue circled my clit.
“How long can you stay like this?” he asked, looking up from his task.
“As long as you want.”
He seemed pleased with that answer and picked up the intensity of what he was doing. I felt waves of pleasure flooding through my body, and it was heightened by the fact that I was completely vulnerable to him in this position. He placed his hands under my bottom and lifted slightly as he continued to work me over with his hot, talented tongue.
Then he sat up and scooted up to me, so I was now between his legs. He pushed his hard cock forward until the tip of it slipped inside me. As he lowered me onto him, I felt his engorged head hitting that magic spot. As he began to rock me up and down, his head continued to hit exactly where I wanted it to be. “Oh fuck, Jack!” was all I could think of saying as the intensity of the position began to take its full effect. I began to think that maybe all of this yoga training was about to pay off in more ways than one.
Looking into Jack’s eyes, I could see how intense the pleasure was for him as well. Having his cock bent forward to accommodate me was making him even harder than the night before. The strain on his face and the bulging veins in his neck were telltale signs that this level of intensity was too good to last.
“Harder, Jack!” I begged him, wanting him to slam me with everything he had before it was too late.
He obliged, and for the next minute or two, I had the most intensely pleasurable pussy pounding of my young life. Suddenly Jack let out a tremendous groan. When I opened my eyes, his face was beet red and beads of sweat were dripping down from his forehead. I had been engulfed in waves of ecstasy so intense that I hadn’t even bothered to notice that my feet were turning blue. I released my legs and arched my back just in time to feel Jack explode inside me.
As I continued to move my hips, he begged me to stop and tried to escape my grip. Sorry, Jack, but it’s my turn to put you over the edge. With his legs firmly trapped under my arms and my legs wrapped around his waist, I began bucking my hips in spite of his growing protests. Hearing him in a near state of agony from such intense pleasure sent me over the top. When I climaxed, it was so hard I swear I actually came on him. As we both came down from that over-the-top experience, I felt the need to apologize, “I’m sorry, Jack, but I owed you one from last night.”
“You definitely got even with me. I thought I was going to have a heart attack!”
“You’re welcome, Jack. By the way, we can do that position again any time!”
Jack
After we recovered, Kate decided she needed a shower. I needed to throw on my robe and get back to my Glendronach on the rocks, which by now was a Glendronach and water. I heard a phone buzz and realized that my camera was still recording, so I got up to shut it off. That’s one video that I would definitely review many times in the coming months. I wondered what Kate would think if she knew I had recorded everything.
Retrieving my phone, I realized that it was Kate’s phone buzzing. Glancing at the screen, I saw that Jackie was sending her texts. I didn’t like the tone of the one that was visible, so I opened up the thread. Jackie had been harassing “Little Kate” ever since she failed to come home last night.
Kate: “I’m staying here with Jack as we have meetings all day tomorrow.”
Jackie: Must be nice to be his little b..i…a…t…ch!
Kate: Thanks Jackie, love you too.
Jackie: So you’re taking credit for all OUR work, huh?
Kate: Jackie, you know I’ll make it right.
Jackie: I want more than money. You know what I want.
Jackie: What, no reply?
Jackie: Don’t piss me off, Kate!!!
Jackie: Your mom stopped by earlier….
Jackie: Your secret is still safe but….
Jackie: Where the F RU????
I wanted to reply with a simple “Eat shit and die,” but I held off. When Kate came out of the shower, I informed her that her phone had been going nuts.
“Why is Jackie harassing you?”
“Jesus, I actually left the meeting earlier to call her but she’s being…. well, being Jackie! If she tells Mom about me posting on that web site, it’s going to kill her, Jack. She’s been raising two girls on her own the past four years and this would fucking kill her!”
“I guarantee she will never tell your mother, Kate, so don’t worry.”
“How can you guarantee something like that?”
“Because I’m going to let her know that if your mother ever finds out, we will know she told her. In that case, I’m going to blacklist her. The only retail job she will be able to get in this town is at Wal-Mart, just like her mother.”
“What do you mean?”
“Her mother didn’t leave modeling because of a dispute with her manager. She was trying to blackmail the wrong person. She was blacklisted, and that’s why she hasn’t had a decent job since. I’ll have a talk with Jackie and make sure she doesn’t end up in the same predicament.”
“Blacklisted? Wow,
I didn’t even know that really happened anymore.”
“Always has and always will, Kate. You saw today how those top designers were falling all over themselves to help you. It happens just as fast in reverse. I just have to say the word.”
“Holy shit! Remind me never to piss you off!”
“Kate, I would never do that to you. Not after what you just did to me,” I said, leaning forward to give her a kiss.
Kate
I have no idea what I did to deserve him, but thank God! I’ll send a text to Jackie telling her to back off a bit. If she isn’t careful, she could end up throwing away everything she’s worked so hard to achieve. Jack is obviously someone you don’t want to piss off. Not if you want a career in the city anyway.
“Jackie, please relax and keep everything quiet. I’m going to talk with Jack about getting you what you want. I think he’ll be game. It’s something I would only do for you hun. G'nite!”
Going back to the bedroom, Jack was already in bed (it was only 9:00), but I guess I had been running him a little hard the past few days. I slipped off my robe and snuggled in next to him.
“I have a favor I need to ask you.”
“Sure, anything Kate.”
“I hope you mean that.”
“Okay, now you’re making me nervous,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Relax. I think you might actually enjoy it.”
“I might actually enjoy it? What the heck are you talking about?”
“Well, as you know, Jackie is pissed that I’m going into business with you. She was even more pissed after I told her she had blown your trust yesterday.”
“I’ll bet. But that was her own fault.”
“I know, Jack; she knows it, too. That’s why she threw a counterproposal at me this afternoon.”
“Okay, and what was her counterproposal?”
“Well, there are really only two things she wants.”
“I can tell by the way you are squirming, it must be something you are pretty damn uncomfortable with. Just tell me what she wants. I’m not going to judge you for it!”