Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1

by Anita Cox

  “Ladies, you may straddle the gentlemen if it makes it easier on you, but you do run the risk of getting ejaculated on. If you are uneasy about that, keep your face and body away from the end of the penis.”

  When Linda walked away, I whispered to David. “Are you okay?”

  He nodded. “I think my heart is going to fly out of my chest.”

  Taking a deep breath to gather my nerves, I looked at him and smiled. “Pretend it’s just us. I need you to teach me how to give a hand job. Would you teach me how to give a great hand job, please?”

  He grinned. “It would be my pleasure.”

  “Okay, so what do I do?” I looked to him for instruction.

  “Um, put some stuff on your hand and then put it around my, uh, dick. I’m nervous so it’s kind of just lying there right now.” Putting my hand on his chest to lean over and grab the lubrication. His heart was slamming in his chest.

  As soon as my lubricated hand was around his penis, it sprang to life.

  “You can squeeze it a lot harder,” he panted.

  I increased the pressure and when I did, he bit his bottom lip.

  “Focus your attention toward the top,” he said, breathing heavy.

  I was being entertained watching him. I felt empowered feeling like I had some sort of control over the outcome. I watched his ball-sack tighten up and then he came all over in my hand.

  Linda had managed to sneak up on us as I was stroking David. “The smile on your face tells me that you learned the most of this exercise. Well done, Candy. I can see real progress. Give David a moment to compose himself then you two can clean up and trade positions.”

  When she walked away, David winked at me.

  There was a towel on the table next to the bed that we used to clean up with. I took my position and looked down at David.

  “I think I got this,” he said. He started rubbing my clitoris, which jumped at his touch. I had already instructed him on pleasuring me. So I gave him little tips until he had me heaving and gasping for breath and finally erupted into orgasm.

  Class was finally excused for the evening.

  “Candy and David, after you’re dressed, please come and see me in my office.” Linda turned and left.

  “Uh oh, called to the principal’s office!” I giggled.

  Once David and I were dressed, we went to Linda’s office.

  “Sit,” she said.

  We each took a seat on the couch, looking nervously at each other.

  “Clearly, you two have had sex.” Before we could object, she continued, “That’s allowed in group. However, you need to limit yourselves to once per week and never the day before class. You two need to not develop a relationship while in therapy. After therapy, if you want to date, that’s up to you. However, experimenting with each other will help you learn. I’m proud of you both today. You were the first to finish, showing that you listen and direct well.”

  “So we’re not in any trouble?” David asked.

  Linda chuckled, “No David, there’s no getting in trouble here, unless you are rude to others. Now if you two don’t mind, it’s been a long work day for me and my wife is at home waiting.”

  Wife? I would never have guessed.

  Linda handed us each a bag on our way out. I was curious to see the contents, but didn’t want to do it in the street.

  “Coffee?”

  “How about a drink? If I have coffee now, I’ll never get to sleep and I have a big day tomorrow. But just one, I don’t need a hangover.”

  “There’s a place around the corner. Do you want to walk?” David was fighting a smile.

  We walked around the corner to a small piano bar. It was a private club, meaning I could smoke. David was a member.

  “Didn’t peg you as a martini guy. I figured more like beer and peanuts. I’m very impressed.” I elbowed him.

  “They have some really good microbrews here, but I’ll refrain from spitting peanut shells on the floor,” he teased.

  I was thankful that the waitress was quick and before I knew it, I had a cosmopolitan in front of me, and David had a beer I’d never heard of.

  “So, a wife, I didn’t see that coming. Did you?” David asked, still fighting a smile.

  “Why don’t you just grin and get it over with?” I teased.

  His battle was over and he was now wearing a large grin. “I’m sorry. It’s part embarrassment, part happiness that I’m having a drink with a beautiful woman.”

  I sipped at my drink and eyed him. “I could not tell she was gay. She is our therapist though, and they’re not known for talking about themselves much.”

  He looked around nervously, flushing. He fidgeted with his glass of beer and continued to glance around.

  “Are you in witness protection or something?” I sat back in my chair and studied him. I may not have known him long, but I hadn’t witnessed this type of behavior out of him.

  “I’m sorry, what?” He stopped glancing around and sat slack jawed, gazing at me.

  “You keep looking over your shoulder like someone put a hit out on you or something.”

  David’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I’m sorry. I owe you an apology. This bar is one of my ex’s frequent watering holes and she’s turned into quite the drinker. I’ve been sitting here stewing on whether or not she’ll show up and what she’ll do when she does.”

  I laughed. “We all have exes, David. I run into some of mine sometimes too. If she shows up and makes a scene, I can handle it.”

  His shoulders relaxed. “Thanks. I was glad you decided to join me and I was worried about it getting screwed up. I brought you here so you could smoke, I wasn’t thinking.”

  “So this is what you were talking about, the whole problem with dating thing?”

  A loud, high pitched shriek came from my left, causing David and I to jump.

  “Daaaavid!” A tall blonde came running over to the table, nearly spilling her cocktail. She threw her arm around his shoulder, pushing her DDD sized surgically enhanced boobs in his face.

  “Hi Destiny.” David looked like he’d pass out at any moment. “Let me introduce you to my friend, Candy.”

  “Candy and Destiny? We should find a pole,” I joked.

  The dumbstruck look on Destiny’s face told me she had no idea what I meant.

  “Nice to meet you Candy,” she said holding out her hand.

  I shook it, “pleasure is all mine. Do I get a booby smothering too, or are those saved for David?”

  “Uh,” she looked at David, confused. “How did you two meet?”

  David and I glanced at each other. Should we tell this crazy drunk lady that we’re in sex therapy together?

  “David’s my booty call. A girlfriend of mine slept with him a few months back and raved about his skills in bed. I couldn’t pass it up.” I put my hand on David’s. “I’m happy to report, he hasn’t let me down yet.”

  He started guzzling his beer.

  “Really?” she squealed. “I don’t remember your skills being quite so tuned up.”

  “Well, it’s not always the size of the boat, sometimes it’s the size of the canyon.” The digs were coming in like a tidal wave. Why did I have such a need to help David? I liked him sure, but he was a big boy and I was nearly abusing this woman.

  Destiny looked like she wanted to punch me in the face. She was smiling, but her jaw was clenched and her hand was now fisted in a ball around the stem of her martini glass.

  “It’s been nice seeing you, David.” She stormed off.

  David started clapping. “Well done!”

  I bowed my head. “Thanks! Damn, what an annoying creature. You dodged a bullet there.”

  He nodded as he finished his beer.

  “Okay, since that whole scene took up one drink, let’s have a second, then you can walk me to the bus stop.” I waved at our waitress.

  “No, I will drive you home. You’re not taking the bus this time of night when I have a perfectly good car sit
ting outside. I can drink two beers and still blow clean.”

  “Blow clean?”

  “You know, pass a breathalyzer test.” He snickered.

  “Oh,” I shook my head. “Not sure what I was thinking.”

  Being the gentleman he was, David settled the bill when our drinks arrived.

  “So, where were we before Boobs McGee came in like a tidal wave?” The bar was starting to fill up with people, increasing the noise.

  David stared at his beer glass, avoiding eye contact. “Linda’s class.”

  “Ah, yes. Completely not what I expected when my friend referred her. I thought we’d talk about sex, not actually be doing stuff. I get so nervous each time I feel like I’m going to get sick or pass out or something.” The second cosmopolitan was going down way too easy, though I had the relief knowing David had paid the bill already.

  “Then I get paired up with a beautiful woman. I’m not sure if that’s a good stroke of luck, or a bad one,” he teased.

  “I don’t know if I want to continue with the class. I really don’t like being put in those awkward positions, being forced to do things. It seems sort of wrong.”

  His brow furrowed. “Isn’t that the point? I mean, isn’t it the point to get outside our comfort zones and do things we would have never done before, or maybe didn’t know how to do?”

  I knew he was being serious, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, but I’m beginning to wonder whether or not she’s actually certified for this. I’ve never heard of such a thing before and here I am, getting on board, performing sexual acts among strangers.”

  “She’s certified, board certified. I saw it hanging on the wall in her office. So you can rest easy on that fact. If you have issues with therapy, you should talk to Linda. That’s what Tuesdays are for.”

  “Tuesdays?”

  David laughed. “A smart woman like you did not read through the contract? There is a standing Tuesday appointment for you to discuss what we do in group.”

  I felt incredibly stupid. I read and reread through that document and I don’t remember seeing anything about an appointment.

  “It’s the line directly above the signature, so that you see it.” David laughed. “I bet you studied every other line,” he teased.

  “Yeah, I guess.” I finished off my drink, wishing I would have sipped at it.

  David gave me a ride home, walked me to the door of my building, and then kissed me on the cheek. Clearly, he wasn’t going to make a move on me. While it should have disappointed me, I did have a very busy day in the morning.

  Back in my apartment, I stripped down and climbed into bed. It didn’t take long for me to pass out.

  RESULT OF CONFIDENCE

  I rushed to the office the next morning, arriving at eight. Olivia had obviously been there early, messages collected and coffee waiting.

  “How’d it go last night?” she asked so nonchalantly, I wanted to smack her.

  “Uh, weird as usual,” I dismissed, “Are you ready for our meeting with Trina this morning?” I thumbed through my messages.

  “I am. I can see why you’re excited to take on this project.” She shuffled the folders. “I really love your idea, and I think she will too.”

  “Let me know when she’s here. I want to see her in the small conference room and I want you there. Do you have time to set it up with coffee and rolls?”

  Olivia grinned at me. Enthusiasm oozed from her.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing. I had a great night. I can’t stop smiling. I’m sorry. I will try to tone it down.” She covered her smile with her hand.

  A grin invaded my confused face. “I see. You don’t have to contain your happiness.” I sat down, opening my laptop. “Do you have time to set the room?”

  “Yes, yes, of course.”

  Olivia fled to avoid any more awkwardness.

  I was half way through my emails when I noticed I only had fifteen minutes before my nine o’clock meeting with Trina. I grabbed my boards and headed to the conference room. I covered them with blank boards to reveal them individually and waited for Trina.

  I was thrown when Olivia walked in with Trina and six other people. Expecting to give a presentation to one person, it took a second for me to regroup for an entire group.

  “I’m afraid we’ll have to relocate. I was expecting a one-on-one meeting, not a group presentation. Olivia, would you please see if we have a larger conference room available?”

  “Sure, uh, I’ll be right back.”

  “Nonsense,” an older man in a suit said. “We’ll stand.”

  “I’ll grab some more coffee and cups,” Olivia said in an attempt to please. “I’ll be right back.”

  Trina looked apologetic. “I’m so sorry. These are my investors. I was so enthusiastic after our meeting the other day, it seemed to be contagious.”

  I smiled and nodded. My years in this business taught me to maintain my professionalism at all costs. “It’s not a problem, Trina. As soon as Olivia returns, we’ll get started.”

  Gone for longer than was comfortable, Olivia returned with two assistants, a cart full of coffee and several chairs. She was determined to make everyone comfortable. I waited and gathered my thoughts as everyone got situated.

  “Since you’re all familiar with Trina’s product, I’ll move right in to the ideas I have. First, I’ve been using the product and can vouch for everything she claims. My skin feels more nourished and my brush glides through my hair now. My nail beds are looking healthier and the shave gel left me with zero razor bumps, especially in the difficult bikini area.”

  Trina beamed with pride.

  “So now you have your first customer,” I pointed out.

  “But beauty products are modeled to us – to women. Today’s campaign ads portray us as sexual beings, with perfect taught bodies, pulsating sexuality and a size zero waist. It’s porn for prepubescent boys. Guess who we won’t be marketing to.”

  “I don’t understand,” Trina interrupted.

  “We won’t be marketing to fifteen year old boys. We’ll be marketing to real women. Real women are intelligent. We are wives, mothers, grandmothers, office assistants, executives. We’re intelligent women who don’t want a porn star selling us beauty products we know damned well the model isn’t wearing.” I pulled the cover off the first board. “Let’s sell to real women. Your models should look real, normal and professional. No model under a size five or six. I’d prefer to use women who do not model at all. Have them use the products for three weeks before the photo shoot. Then we’ll do real time video clips of them, along with progressive photos of skin and hair condition. Real women selling to real women.”

  I pulled the cover off the second board. “But we shouldn’t just market to women. If you can change the scent of your shampoos, conditioners, moisturizers and shave gels so that we can market to men as well, doubling your demographic. We take photos of construction workers, people who work in the sun with their hands as well as those who work in an office.”

  I finally pulled the cover off the last board. These are the stores who have agreed to give you a three month run across the country.

  “Get out!” Trina yelled. “All those?”

  I smiled, “Yes Trina. I have a good relationship with the buyers in each of these stores. When I talked to them about your product, they were more than excited to give you a shot. Your price point is good, and if we do some free samples or get people to try them for a short while, they’ll be as addicted as I am now. As a case in point, I think it would be a great idea to send them some free samples so that they get behind you like I am.”

  “We’ll have to step up production in order to meet demand just for the first run,” the surly gentleman in the suit said. “We can probably meet that kind of demand within three months. Can you get this marketing campaign up in that time?”

  “I sure can, we’ll get some buzz started online first and when we’re ready to launch, we’ll go
to print and maybe a short time on T.V. if we can handle the demand.” I took a seat and sipped at my coffee, trying to remain calm. This account was going to be enormous. “I’ll need to vet your dermatologists before we use names of course. We don’t need someone else’s bad reputation mucking up yours.”

  “Not a problem. Their information was in the files I left you.” Trina looked around at her investors. “Can you give us a moment of privacy?”

  Olivia and I left the room and stood in the hall.

  “Is this normal?” she asked.

  “Not at all, but they’re on the hook. Trina couldn’t contain her excitement and the grumpy old man was already calculating production. They just want to get a consensus without the pressure of me there to hear it.”

  Olivia nodded and bit her lip. “I’m so nervous for you. I mean, we wouldn’t have done boards for a group presentation.”

  “It was a first meeting. We’ll do a formal one before launch.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

  Trina opened the door and waved us in.

  “I can’t wait. I’m so excited. Thank you Ms. Kavana. I knew I’d made the right decision.”

  “Contracts are on the table. I’ll leave you to them. When you and your party are done reviewing them, please leave them with Olivia. I have another appointment this afternoon I must finish preparing for. Thank you for coming. I look forward to working with you.” I smiled and excused myself from the room.

  Fighting to walk and not run I made my way to my office, closed the door, kicked off my heels and jumped up and down, squealing as quietly as I could. Trina’s account was a huge one.

  I wanted to celebrate. I wanted to call David and have crazy wild drunken sex. Not having his phone number or last name was going to keep that from happening. I did the only thing I could do and called Stacy to tell her the big news.

  “I haven’t heard you this excited about work in a long time!” She laughed quietly on the other end of the phone, not wanting to alert her staff she was taking a private call.

  “This account is one of the largest I’ve landed in a very long time. The budget is huge.” I twisted the phone cord in my fingers as I gazed out the window.