by Anita Cox
“So with the woman, Olivia, what did that feel like?”
“God, I don’t know Stacy. Why?” I didn’t know how to describe it and it almost felt like an invasion of Olivia’s privacy.
“Because I’ve always wanted to try it with a woman, I just haven’t had the balls. So, tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.”
I cleared my throat and eyed her suspiciously. I missed out on so much not talking to her. I had no idea she wanted to be with a woman.
“She was soft and sensual. I told her I didn’t know what to do and she was so sweet about giving me instruction.”
“How did you do? You know, like how did you do giving face?” Stacy leaned in eager for description.
“God, this is so embarrassing. She did it for me first, so I just thought about what she did and did the same. Except she didn’t like it the way I did. She liked a more firm approach, so I added some pressure. I managed to give her an orgasm, so I think I did fine.” My hands were sweating. I was still so shy talking about this stuff. Maybe that’s why it was easier with a few drinks below the belt. It took the edge off.
“How did it taste?”
“Stacy!”
“What? Come on! This is the first time anyone has talked to me about this and it’s something I want to know! Please tell me.”
I groaned. “God, I don’t know I wasn’t really focused on the taste.” I leaned back and closed my eyes. “It was a little sweet, a little salty, but it didn’t taste bad. It’s not like I was actually eating something.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I can see how embarrassed you are. I just really want to try it sometime. My husband has even given me permission to go to a gay bar to try to pick a woman up for some one-on-one sex without him there.”
“And have you?”
“I just told you I haven’t slept with a woman yet.”
“I meant have you gone to the bar, silly?”
She shook her head. “I went, but I didn’t talk to anyone. I felt like a sleaze-ball trolling for women.”
“You’ll get there. But I thought all your friends were sexually evolved.”
Stacy laughed. “That doesn’t mean we sleep together. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to sleep with any of them. I don’t find them attractive. I guess I have a type and they’re not it.”
“I’d love to give you advice, but as you know, I’m just starting out. I’m sure when you’re ready, you’ll find someone.”
When Stacy left, I climbed into a warm bath to soak. The warm aromatic bubbly water felt phenomenal on my body. My lady bits were a little tender so I had no desire to touch them. After soaking, I curled up on the couch, downloaded a book and spent the rest of the day devouring the fantasy world of another. It was a good day.
SUCCESS
Monday morning came after my whirlwind weekend. Getting out of bed was easier than usual. I found a beautiful blue suit my fantastic personal shopper picked for me, with gorgeous blue suede pumps. After getting ready I looked at the girl in the mirror. She wasn’t a girl any longer. She wanted to be a vixen, and she was well on her way.
Olivia was waiting for me with a delicious cup of coffee and a smile.
“Here’s your messages. Presentation on the shoe campaign is at ten. It’s in a folder on your desktop. Be sure you do a final read through. I tidied it up and think it’s perfect, but I am new, so please double check my work. Also, your nine o’clock is already here in the lobby.”
“It’s eight thirty! Damned overachievers.”
Olivia laughed.
“What’s she pushing?” I asked, thumbing through my messages.
“Beauty products. She seems nice. Even though she’s looking to hire you, she looks a bit nervous. That’s probably why she’s here early. She looks easily intimidated, so go easy on her.”
“Thanks Olivia. Can you send her in?”
“Sure,” she turned to leave.
“Olivia?” I said stopping her. “Thanks for not making this weird.”
She grinned and winked at me. “I told you, zero weirdness. I’ll be back with your appointment.”
I read through my emails as quickly as I could while I waited for Olivia to return with my appointment. Looking at my day, I knew it would be incredibly busy. I had no time to screw around. The fact that my appointment was early was actually a good thing, even though normally it would annoy me.
“Hi, Ms. Kavana. My name is Trina Armand. Thank you for meeting me.”
Trina was a mousy little girl. She had square black glasses on her face and in her own little way, looked very trendy. How odd, the combination of trendy and mousy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Trina. Tell me a bit about your beauty products.”
“I came to you because I heard you were the best. I have an investor that really believes in me and has loaned me enough money that I have a monster advertising budget. I need to get this off the ground quickly. All of my cosmetics and hair products are actually good for your hair and skin. None of it clogs your pores, it is made from a pH balanced cocktail of fruit and flower oils. The best part is, unlike the rest of the crap on the market that promises to reduce wrinkles, mine actually work. And that’s what I am having a difficult time with. How do you get people to believe that it works?”
I started getting excited about this project.
“What sort of information do I have to work with?”
Trina pulled a large expandable folder from her briefcase. She had dermatologist testimonies, before and after photos, a large budget, key ingredient lists and samples.
“The samples are for you. I’d like for you to try them.”
“If you trust me, leave me your information. Are you available for a follow up meeting on Thursday?”
“I’ll make time.”
“Good, how about nine? But nine this time, not eight thirty.” I smiled at her. “A girl needs a cup of coffee you know!”
She laughed. “I’m so sorry, I’m just eager to move forward.”
I walked her out and hurried back to my office to review Olivia’s completion of my presentation. I was damned impressed at the things she caught and added. If she kept this up, she’d be promoted and I’d be out of an assistant.
I paged her.
She came into my office and sat down. “Is everything okay?”
“Do you know anyone who could be my new assistant? I mean someone I would like?”
“Are you firing me?” Her mouth fell open.
“No, no!” I waved my hands. “I’m sorry. I want you to give the presentation at ten. You did really fantastic work here. I want management to see it. But if they do, they’ll start watching you, and you’ll be promoted in no time. That means I will need a new assistant and I hate interviewing and I kept a horrible assistant around for far too long because I’m no good at hiring, except for you of course.”
Olivia shook her head. “No. I don’t want to give the presentation. I’m no good at that. Doing the work, I’m good at. Please. I don’t want a promotion. I just want this job.”
“Olivia.”
“No, please. I’m begging you. I don’t want your job. I’ve been through a lot and…”
“It’s okay. Stop stressing! My intentions were to do something nice for you. I’m so sorry I stressed you out, your work is just so impressive.” My good intentions were making me feel horrible. The look on Olivia’s face was one of horror.
“Thank you. I’m sorry I freaked. Some people are really good in the forefront, but some of us like to be in the background. I’m really good support staff, but I’m no good at leading and I don’t want to.”
“Okay,” I grinned, “get out. I have to get ready. The meeting is in ten minutes so since I need to give the presentation, I have to get my shit together.” I winked playfully at her. “But you’re going with me as support.”
“Deal!” She couldn’t get out of my office fast enough.
I shook the horrible feeling, gave a dynamic presentation the client l
oved, as did management. Olivia looked like a proud mother sitting on the edge of her seat watching me.
Olivia and I went to lunch together around one.
“I was thinking about what you said,” Olivia said as she picked at her salad. “I don’t’ want to be out front but if I can do the work, you can take more clients. If you earn more, I’ll earn more. Right?”
“Yes, you get your salary, plus ten percent of whatever I make.”
“So if I double what you make, I double what I make. You wanted to give me a promotion and I know how stupid it is to pass up money, I’m just completely serious about not wanting to be out front.” She still looked nervous.
“First of all, please stop being nervous. I’m very happy with the work you’re doing. I don’t want you to go anywhere.” I took a sip of my coke. “But if we’re going to do this, we need to take a plan of action. First, you’ll need to sit in on my meetings so you get a feeling for the client. If I start increasing my clientele like you think I will, then I will negotiate for your percentage to increase from ten. You should get more than ten percent if you’re doing the work. And you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me for life.” I teased.
“Deal!” She raised her plastic coke cup to toast. We tapped glasses. “I’m excited!”
“Me too. My first appointment for today, she has a huge budget and if what she says is true, she’s made a miracle product.” I filled Olivia in on the details.
The rest of the day went smoothly with Olivia sitting in on appointments and the two of us dividing the work.
AWKWARD GROUP
Tuesday went just as smoothly. I used the beauty products Trina had left and I loved them. It was going to be easy to promote her product.
Wednesday I began to get nervous. It was another group appointment with Linda. I already scheduled myself to leave the office early so that I could go home, shower and change. With Olivia taking on some of my work, it really freed up my time. Because I knew I’d be nervous, I blocked the day out simply to work on campaigns.
I did a mock-up for Trina. Great ideas were flooding in, having a day with no interruptions. Being able to focus on her project gave me a much needed distraction from my Wednesday evening plans.
“Candy, it’s three-thirty. You need to get a move on.” Olivia stood in my doorway. “Stop being nervous,” she said giggling. “You’ve already done the first meeting. Now you know what you’re facing.”
She was right. I didn’t know what the nerves were about. Or maybe I did. David.
I smiled and nodded gathering my things.
Picking out my clothes was easy. I had a cute matching pair of bra and panties, though less revealing than the last time. The jeans hugged my ass and the top did wonders for my bust line.
So there I sat in the waiting room with three others. Where were the other two? Were they running late? My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would break through my chest. David was sitting next to me, trying not to grin.
“Are you as nervous as I am,” he whispered.
I nodded, red-faced.
“Thank you for waiting. As you can see, we’ve lost two of our members. So I have two of my former patients waiting in the meeting room to fill the slots. Follow me.”
Funny that she called a room full of beds a meeting room.
“The first session is to get you familiar with each other and comfortable touching. This time, we need to get you comfortable with your bodies. Now, Candy and David, you’ll remain partners so long as you both continue attending. You two will pair up with Joyce and Ken. While they’ve been through this before, they know your trepidation. They’ve been there. So please everyone disrobe, this time removing your underwear.”
I felt as if I were going to puke. I didn’t want to be naked in a room full of strangers. Looking around the room, everyone looked like I felt.
“Ma’am, I’m not comfortable with this.” The woman’s hands were shaking.
“The form I had you read and sign mentioned nudity. You agreed to do this, so some part of you must want to move forward. However, you are not to feel pressured into taking off all of your clothes.”
“Thank you,” the woman said, looking like a boulder had been lifted from her shoulders.
“So please feel free to let yourself out.” Linda turned to address the rest of us.
“Wait. What?” She looked confused. Hell, I was confused.
“You can’t expect everyone else to get nude while you remain clothed. But I can’t hold up therapy for one person who doesn’t want to participate. So you can feel free to let yourself out. If you wish to resume therapy you can start with my next group.”
“But I want to stay,” she said. “I want to, you know, move forward.”
Linda stared at the woman. “We’re holding up the others. What will it be Celia?”
Celia stared at the floor for a moment. “I’m sorry for holding things up.” She started to disrobe.
“Very well, now class, please, let’s proceed.”
After a deep cleansing breath, I stripped as quickly as possible. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I just wanted to get it over with. Now completely nude, I was feeling rather awkward and aware, as apparently the rest of the class did. David’s face was as red as mine, even though we’d been nude together a few short days ago.
“Now, the first part of our session is actually going to be the easiest. I want everyone to take a seat on the king sized bed in the corner. Sit in a circle facing each other.” We did as she asked. “Now we’re going to start with David. Tell the class about you, what you do for a living, what food you like to eat, whatever it is about you that makes you who you are.”
We all felt relieved as we climbed onto the bed and sat in a circle. People started to relax, even if they were still self-conscious about their naked bodies. It took a good half hour to get through everyone, when it finally came to me.
“I’m Candy,” I heard a few snickers. I never thought about my name being sexual. With a shy smile, I continued. “I work at an Advertising firm. I’m a coffee addict, book worm and up until I started seeing Linda, I’d only had sex with one man, and he’s now my ex-husband. Chicken Alfredo is my favorite food, though I don’t tend to eat it much as I try to watch my figure, being in advertising and all. And I was so nervous when Linda told us to get naked, I nearly threw up.”
There were chuckles in the group. A few people agreed that they felt the same way.
“Very good group,” Linda applauded, “I can see each of you beginning to relax as time went by. Being naked in front of strangers is not normal behavior. We’ve been taught from an early age to hide our bodies. As children, it’s a matter of safety and nudity is not permitted for us as adults. Public nudity is even against the law. So it’s only natural for you to have the desire to cover yourselves. You have nothing to hide your insecurities, no safety. Tonight’s goal is to assist you in being comfortable with your body.”
She walked across the room and pulled a full length mirror on wheels to the center of the room. She had us all get off the bed and walk toward the mirror. The first exercise was to stand in the mirror and talk about our bodies, what we thought was assets and what we didn’t like.
The exercise was easy for me. I had done it at home a million times.
“Now, one at a time, pair up with your partners. You will tell the class what you like about your partner’s body, touching that part as you talk about it. Hearing the compliments while you’re being touched in that location will help you build confidence. There will be no touching genitals though. Breasts are okay, but nothing between the legs. Candy, begin.”
David and I smiled at each other. We’d spent some time getting to know each other’s bodies.
I ran my fingers along his shoulders. “David’s shoulders are incredibly sexy, as are his arms.” My stomach jumped as I touched his butt, “Nice butt too.”
There were giggles.
“While you’re face is cherry red, Candy, you�
��re doing a good job. Continue.”
I bent down and talked about his legs as I ran my hands down them. Construction was clearly good exercise. I complimented nearly every part of his body.
“So David, how does it feel to have someone compliment you so much?” Linda asked.
David cleared his throat, “It felt really nice.” We shot each other a knowing glance.
It was now David’s turn. My skin blazed as he touched me. My nipples were erect, further embarrassing me. When he touched my breasts, my eyes closed. Arousal oozed out of my pores. I wanted to throw everyone out of the room and ravish him. Though I enjoyed hearing the compliments and having his hands all over me, I was relieved when it was done.
David and I stood next to each other while the other couples did the exercise. Their red faces rivaled our eyes. Clearly, everyone was embarrassed even though we all fought it.
I figured the session was over as we’d approached an hour. I was wrong.
Linda directed us to take our places on our beds. David and I lay facing each other. “Now, we’re going to practice something called mutual masturbation.”
My heart jumped into my throat.
“Since men are easier, we’re going to start there. Men lie on your back’s propped up by pillows so that you can watch what’s taking place. Ladies, there is lubrication on the bedside table. This is where the instruction ends. It’s the men’s job to tell the women what to do. This will teach the men how to communicate, the women to receive information and to feel comfortable in the exercise of masturbation. When you are finished, you will trade places and the women will instruct the men.”
Panic and shock painted each face in the room. It was so awkward being told what to do by an instructor, and doing in the presence of a crowd.
David propped himself up with the pillows, looked at me with brow furrowed. “I’m sorry.”
“David, do not apologize. Candy is here to educate herself on sex, to be comfortable with sex and performing sexual acts. She’s here for the same reason you are. No apologies.” Linda sounded angry.