(Continued from The Norwegians – Part 1)
“I feel like I’m going to puke…” Jessica said.
“Don’t do that”, Angie said raising her hand. “Would be a mess.” Almost before she brought it back down, Bobby had materialized with two more drinks. Jessica hadn’t realized that she’d swallowed hers during her reverie.
“…I can’t…not back in the office….Jesus. Everyone will know…”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Easy for you to say! This is the worst. Hey! Couldn’t you….like intervene…Tell her….”
“Already done”, said Angie leaning back happy to have used the words she’d been rehearsing.
“Taken care of. Stephanie and I go way back.”
Angie’s belly fluttered again, this time in relief. “What did you tell her?”
“Doesn’t matter, does it?”
The flutterbies in Angie’s belly turned cold when she looked across the table. “Wait a minute. You knew from the beginning that I wasn’t getting spanked and you let me think….”
“I didn’t say you weren’t getting spanked.”
“Stephanie isn’t spanking you. Look. She likes you. You’re good over there and she sees you as an integral part of the team. But, she does have to enforce a level of discipline. If she did it over at the clinic, you are correct, everyone would know about it. Your standing in the eyes of….the team could slip.”
Jessica didn’t really know she had standing.
“So”, Angie continued, “I offered her my place. She’s used it for that before-for discreet discipline or liaisons. I’m right over in the Gardens.”
“Yes, silly. Right over there.”
Duquesne Gardens, just now casting its late afternoon shadow over Dish, was the most expensive address in the most expensive part of town. What was this lovely sprite doing living in Duquesne Gardens?
“But…she’s not, right? She’s not coming over.”
“Almost! But she had an engagement tonight. And she didn’t want this thing to drag on so she agreed that I should spank you. For her.”
Jessica scoffed lightly. “Right.”
“No. Really. She gave me the hairbrush out of her desk drawer and all.” Angie had a relaxed little smile as if she had just suggested a movie to see after dinner. “It was my idea…like I said, Steph and I go way back.”
“You’ve done this sort of thing before?”
“No. Look, it was a suggestion, that’s all. You don’t have to go along. I can just let her know that you weren’t comfortable with it and you can work it out with her. Just an option. I’m the option girl.”
Jessica watched the pucker of Angie’s lips as she sipped at her drink. The feeling of having her naked on the exam table not six hours before came wafting back over her but from the bottom up. She felt again the tingle between her legs as she saw the tiny pink flower peeking out from below her bottom-the almost undeniable urge to touch…fondle…kiss.
“It’s a good option”, Jessica said quietly.
“So…when do we do this?”
“As soon as you finish your drink!” Angie answered a light pink flush-which could have been from the drinks-coloring her cheeks. “You wouldn’t want to put this kind of thing off, would you?”
Jess, realizing she was squeezing her legs together, lifted her empty glass.
“Let’s go then.” Angie stood and gathered her notebook.
“Don’t you have to pay…”
“Bobby will take care of it. I have a tab…”
Do people still have tabs, Jessica wondered as she followed unsteadily out the door. Her legs wobbled a tad-just as easily attributable to the liquor as to the music coming from between her legs.
Though Duquesne Gardens towered over them the entrance was still two short blocks away. Jessica followed Angie as well as she could, dodging the salary men and worker bees clogging the sidewalks. She looked away a few times when she realized her eyes were focusing on Angie’s perfectly undulating bottom. When they reached oasis of the awning draped over twenty yards of sidewalk an arrestingly tall door woman with a scythe of dark hair slicing across her eyes from below her cap reached for the door.
“Hi Toni”, Angie chirped.
“Good evening Ms. Miller. And guest.”
“Jessica”, said Angie.
“Jessica” repeated the door woman, passing a striking green-eyed gaze over her. What was it with the eyes today? They held her for a moment then released her, dismissed, like a fish that was too small for the creel. Jess noticed the tail of a tattoo peeking up over the starched collar.
“Wow…” she said following Angie into one of several elevator doors.
“Yes”, she answered. “Double wow. Word to the wise. Try never to find yourself across her lap.”
Jessica opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t utter a squeak. She did squeeze her legs together while Angie hit a code on a keypad inside the elevator. “Going up.”
(To be continued…)