You Sexy Thing
Carol left the following evening. Therese was miserable to see her go but she did her best not to let it show too much. She spent a restless night tossing and turning in bed, trying to make sense out of the predicament they were in. At 4 AM it hit her and she couldn't believe why she hadn't thought about it earlier. I need to call Abby first thing tomorrow morning, she thought drifting to sleep.
"Hi, Therese! What's up? You're early." Abby was yawning. "Did I wake you guys up?" she asked not really caring if she had. She was far too psyched about her idea. "I need you to provide me with Carol's itinerary for the next month and there's some other stuff I need too... Can I come by around noon?" Therese couldn't wait. "Sure, you can come right now if you like. Sounds like your business can't wait..." Therese was already out of the door and on her way to Abby's.
Once she got there, Gen was busy unpacking her things. "Where can I put these?" she asked Abby who was trying to speak on the phone. "Wherever... Can't you see I'm busy right now?" Gen threw her combat boots on the middle of the living room floor. "Good grief..." Abby grimaced watching her. "Hi guys," Therese quipped, "Am I interrupting something?" Gen shrugged. "Nah, I'm just trying to figure out where to hide my stuff so IT WON'T BOTHER MISS GERHARD..." Oh oh, Therese thought and sat at the kitchen table. "You care for a cup of coffee?" Gen dragged her feet towards the coffee maker. "Sure, thanks..."
Abby was done with her call and she joined Therese at the table. "So what's this all about?" she inquired. "Well, I was thinking last night that this thing with Carol is not working, this being apart all the time, I mean" she started. "So I thought it's high time I do something about it instead of just wait for her at home." Abby and Gen were both paying attention. "I thought I'd surprise her", Therese explained, "joined her in her tour, at least in some cities." Abby scratched her head. "You do know she has a full schedule while she's on the road? It's not like you can spend every waking hour together..." Her voice was apprehensive.
"Yeah, I know, but I could, well, I could at least..." Gen was eager to complete her sentence. "You could be her hotel bitch, right?" Therese cringed while Abby shook her head. "I love you, baby, but that mind of yours... You're sure Katherine Cantrell's your mother? The same one I had the unbridled pleasure to meet again last Sunday?" By the looks on their faces, Therese could just imagine how the meeting with the in-laws had turned out.
"Abby knew my mother when they were at college", Gen grinned gleefully. "Not that they were friends or anything but she knows some juicy tidbits about good ole Mom... seems like the proverbial bad apple hasn't exactly fallen that far away from the tree after all!" Abby sighed. "I made the mistake of telling her of Katherine's unfortunate crush on one of her field hockey team mates..."
Now they were drifting off the subject Therese wanted desperately to return to. "Actually, Gen's not that far off... with the hotel thing, I mean," she interrupted quietly, "We could be together whenever it would be convenient for her and at other times I could practice my repertoire and competition pieces." She looked at Abby inquisitively. "Those big hotels must have grand pianos in their ballrooms, right? Maybe I could practice on them? It's not like I have to stay at home and just slave away at Carol's Fazioli..."
Abby was pensive but after a while she seemed to warm up to the idea. "Okay, I think we can make this work... I'll see to the arrangements, talk with the management." She was already planning it inside her head. "When do you want to leave?" she asked. Relieved, Therese smiled. "The day after tomorrow." There were certain things she needed to do before her departure.
On her way to meet Mrs French Therese decided to call Alice, Dannie's fiancée. She hesitated to make the call at first her business being somewhat delicate. She did it anyway. "Hey, Therese, lovely to hear from!" Alice greeted her. "Hey, would it be possible to have a lunch today or tomorrow? I'd like to ask you about something..." Therese wasn't definitely going to talk it over on the phone. "As a matter of fact I'm free today around 2 PM," Alice realized, "Would it be okay with you?" Therese agreed to meet her right after her piano lesson.
"What's on your mind, Terry?" Alice asked when they'd gotten through the usual chit chat. "Umm, I kinda need help... your expertise – you being a professional in women's fashion and all", Therese explained. Alice worked as a buyer at Bergdorf Goodman. "Yeah? How can I help you then? You have something special in your mind?" Therese was squirming on her chair. "Well, yes..." Why did she decide to do this? "I'm going to need a little bit more than that, I'm no psychic," Alice laughed. She's such a nice and warm person, I can ask her. "I'm a bit embarrassed just to ask you about this but I really don't know anything about it myself..." Therese was blushing.
"You're embarrassed to ask me something about women's wear..?" It took a moment before Alice caught on. "Oh, you mean underwear, right?" Therese nodded hastily. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear. Lingerie is a beautiful thing if you go for the real quality stuff." Alice was in her element. "It feels good, makes you feel sexy and pleasures the other party as well... Carol's one lucky gal, I must say." Therese was still quite uncomfortable talking about it but if she had to, she was glad it was Alice.
Alice knew just the place they should visit. Before Therese knew it, she was standing in the fitting room putting on garments she never knew even existed. Well, she did know they existed but hadn't really given any thought to them before. Therese was also pleasantly surprised to see how very beautiful the high end lingerie could be. She wasn't even taken aback by the hefty price tags the generous salary Abby had promised after Carnegie burning a hole in her pocket.
"You have such a beautiful figure, Therese," Alice complimented sizing up the different sets she tried on. "I think black is definitely your color and it looks really hot on you," she continued. By now Therese was slightly more comfortable with the situation. Slightly. "I love this, this is so you," Alice said settling on an exquisite garter belt with straps. The tulle was embroidered with motifs reminiscent of the design of the early 1900s. "Simply wonderful," she sighed admiring its elegant details, hooks and loops.
Therese had to agree. It did look good with the matching bra and thigh highs. "Carol's going to love it, you know..." Alice was all smiles. "You have something special planned?" Therese was grinning. "Well, kind of, I guess... I'm just going to make a surprise visit while she's on her tour." Alice looked delighted. "She's going to be one surprised lady, I can assure you that!" Giggling, Therese handed her credit card to the salesclerk.
Thirty-six hours later Therese was at JFK waiting for her plane to take off. She had packed everything she thought she needed for a couple of weeks – clothes, necessities, books, sheet music. Therese couldn't wait to see Carol so soon again. Abby had taken care of everything. She was to check in the at the Four Seasons hotel in LA, go up to Carol's suite and wait for her to finish her daily program. When she would return to the hotel, she'd be up to a real surprise.
About five hours later she was in Los Angeles. Abby had sent a chauffeur to pick her up from the airport and she was very pleased to have someone take her straight to the hotel. While sitting on the backseat, her cell phone beeped.
DARLING I MISS YOU
FRUSTRATED @STUDIO
CALL ME AT 9
BACK @ HOTEL BY THEN
MISS YOU BABY <3
A wide smile spread on her face. Everything was going as planned and she'd have almost four hours to get everything ready before Carol returned. According to Abby's timetable Carol couldn't possibly be back before 7.30 PM but even if she were, Therese would still have plenty of time to do all she needed to.
The suite was lovely. At the same time Therese knew how very little such loveliness probably meant for Carol at this point. After certain amount of time all the hotel rooms looked the same, impersonal and lifeless. Tonight would be different, though, she decided. Oh yes.
Having given all necessary instructions to the room service, Therese took a long shower. The flight had worn her out but now she felt refreshed again. Putting on her brand new temptress gear, she looked herself on the bedroom mirror. The black lingerie, dark make-up to match, killer heels and some Chanel Coco Noir on pulse points and neck... the bad girl was back and this time she would have her sweet revenge.
It was quarter past 8 when Therese heard someone trying to get her keycard to work. Carol was swearing like a sailor attempting to open the damn thing. Everything was set - the food, the champagne on ice, the candlelight. There was only one thing left she needed to put on display, and that was herself. She put a chair in the middle of the floor and sat on it Cabaret style the back of the chair facing front and she herself leaning over it in provocative fashion. If I had a bowler hat right now, I could channel Liza Minnelli, flashed through her brain quite unexpectedly. Concentrate, goddammit!
After several attempts the door gave in. She heard Carol put away her bag and then stop to listen to the quiet sultry music reaching her ears inexplicably. The shimmering light of the candles must have confused her too since it took a long while before she took another step to Therese's direction.
When Carol finally made it to the doorway, her gaze was met by Therese's devious, challenging stare. "Darling..." she gasped unable to say another word. Her young lover stood up flaunting the seductively skimpy evening wear in its full glory. It was Carol's turn to swallow - hard. "You wanted a bad girl, babe?" Therese whispered into her ear circling her like a cat in heat. "She's here."
Tearing off Carol's clothes they backed all the way to the bedroom. Falling on the bed, Therese shifted her weight on top of her. She pushed her knee between Carol's legs to separate them from one another. Not letting her fingers touch her crotch yet, she saw how very wet she was already. The sight made her shudder of excitement.
"This time we'll do what I say, you understand?" she murmured hotly into Carol's ear. "You're an eager blonde, aren't you?" she smiled wickedly while teasing her nipples with her mouth and teeth. She grabbed her buttocks and pressed her face against her lower abdomen. The smooth fabric of her tulle belt rubbed on Carol’s thighs. Therese could feel their mutual arousal intensifying, hear Carol panting and pleading her to take her right away. She moved upwards again shaking off Carol's desperate grip on the back of her head.
When Carol's hand tried to find its way around her suspender, Therese stopped her right there and then. "Uh-uh.." she warned her in no uncertain tone, "you're not allowed to use your hands." She pinned them over her head. "Keep 'em there." Carol's gray eyes had darkened out of the tremendous want she now felt and her body was arching to align itself with Therese's titillating moves.
"What was it again the bad girls do?" she asked brushing her lips over her flushed chest, leaving faint tooth marks on the impeccable skin. Therese smiled at Carol who was fighting the urge to release her hands from their useless captivity. "Tell me again, babe – I won't touch you if you don't..." Her face all flushed, Carol's eyes seemed unfocused for a fleeting moment. "They get..." she started breathlessly. "Yes, babe?" Therese demanded breathlessly. Her right hand was drawing tiny circles on Carol's inner thigh. "Please, baby..." Carol whined almost losing it. "Not until you tell me," Therese decided even though she could feel her own body tingle of its intense need to be flung off pleasure's sharpest, adoringly painful cliff.
"Tell me," she taunted her lover almost taking pity on her. Almost. "They get..." Carol groaned under her teasing weight, "...fucked." Pressure building within her, Therese flipped her over right after she'd said it. "Won't be long now, babe..." she whispered in Carol's ear while taking her from behind, entering her roughly. Therese felt Carol tightening against her fingers in no time, her helpless moans reaching a record high, shrieking out of the agony that was pure distilled pleasure, something so spectacularly angular it left her shaking in Therese's arms for a long time.
Therese kissed gently the moist corners of her eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked though she knew the answer perfectly well. "Oh darling, I'm more than that..." Carol murmured her eyes drowsy with satisfaction. "I'm positively mind fucked." She kissed her lips languidly recalling her surprise welcome. "That thing you're wearing... Jesus Christ, just thinking about you in it gives me another hard-on..." A broad smile spread on Therese's face. "I told you I'd get even with you." Carol laughed remembering the phone call. "You sure did."
Carol wetted her lips as she turned to take a closer look at Therese. “My God, you’re gorgeous…” She traced the elaborate embroidery gently with her finger letting it travel around Therese’s waist. Therese shivered her own need returning so vividly, taking over her consciousness. “My, my, you’re so ready, aren’t you?” Carol teased stroking the front of her briefs lightly. “Let’s see what we have here…” Slowly, she pulled them off. “Oh baby, you’ve waxed for me… good girl…”
“I’m famished,” Therese murmured to Carol afterwards. “I have some food waiting for us in the other room if you care to join me?” Carol stretched her arms sensuously. “On one condition,” she answered, “you won’t put on a robe or anything else.” She was grinning deliciously. “And you sit on my lap while we eat.” Pleased, Therese just nodded.
It was quite late already and the city lights were gleaming all around the palatial hotel. “This is such a boring place,” Carol commented as they were finishing their sumptuous meal. “I hate L.A. and I hate it even more now that it keeps me away from you.” She wrapped her arms tighter around Therese’s waist. “How long can you stay, darling?” Therese wiped away a loose strand of blonde hair from Carol’s forehead. “I thought I’d stay a while, if it’s okay with you? I can practice here when you’re at the studio, Abby’s seen to it.” Carol’s eyes lit up. “Is it okay? I’d love it. It makes me so happy to have something to look forward to at the end of the day…” She wiggled her eyebrows which made Therese all warm inside. “That’s that, then,” she continued pressing her head on her shoulder.