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The Women's Job - The Associate - Part 7
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Sophia was off with Joslin to get Edwardo Anders-Lourdes flying into the airport. A rested Maria and I would join them at a nice restaurant along the ocean coast around 8:00 p.m.
I could tell Edward as he preferred to be called was amused to see the Elle Sanders version of the person he expected Sophia to be working with. He complimented me, “Do you know how hard it is to get Sophia to move on with her old and new investments?”
Sophia spoke up, “She did well in her presentation. I could see vivid stories unfolding in the investments. I could see myself in the middle of the Brazilian women walking over the coffee-filled hills. I invested in the women’s story of women becoming stronger. I will even be giving help to re-establishing part of the rainforest.”
After ordering our food, Sophia and I made use of the women’s restroom. My blouse was misshaped by Maria’s hands. I had not felt them get in and under my blouse. Needless to say, my breast forms did no help in alerting me.
It was nice to see that my presence, enabled Lourdes to dance as well as relax. A man they knew, came over to our table when they returned from dancing. “Sophie would you mind if I asked your friend for a dance or two.”
Knowing, she kind of set me up. She replied, “By all means take her for a couple of dances. She should be rewarded for all she had done this week.” Joslin echoed their Mom’s insistence.
“Elle, Robert is an old friend and a high-spirited gentleman. When you dance with him, do not give him free rein or you might be sorry.” My hand was already in his as I was standing to go dance. My head was saying ‘no’ all the while I made my way to the dance floor, by the second dance I had relaxed.
I had smelled his cologne before but never with the person I was dancing with. I can’t say it felt bad, but I am glad to be flying out tomorrow. Seeing Bonnie and having things return to normal would be great.
Come morning and a good night's sleep I felt good for my flight back. The trip had been successful beyond what I could have hoped for. Seeing Bonnie and being able to relax as Elliot filled most of my thinking. I had help in packing, and getting instructions on how to fold or hang my clothes.
It was Janice Cooper, Marjorie’s Administrative Assistant who escorted me to the airport and makes sure I am in the correct line. Then she received a call and had been called away.
I am plenty early, but I have been in the ticket line twenty minutes when I hear a call of my name to report to the ‘luggage area’. I meander back through the maze leaving the line. There were a few unhappy campers grumbling as I made my way out.
I did not use to finding the luggage area from the ticket line. Security stopped me and had me take a route that was narrow and poorly marked. Security quizzed me twice about why I needed to go to the luggage. They’re not happy that I don’t know. Someone would take me most of the way but finally, I was left on my own.
Once there, I see Dana waving to me. She is standing with someone’s luggage. My phone rings and it is Bonnie, “Look closer in front of you. You looked at me but must not have recognized or expected to see me.”
I said, “Why should I be looking for you. I’m still in New York City.”
Bonnie soon appears right in front of me, ready to hug me. “Because I came to see you. The Lourdes want us to share the weekend with them.”
We hug and kiss and then make our way back to Bonnie’s suitcases. Ms. Dana has an envelope with room keys to the St Regis Hotel in Manhattan for two nights. There is a paper with instructions to quickly go register at the hotel, buy dresses for an evening out on the town tonight and make it to salon appointments come 3:30 p.m.
I’m talking to myself, “How am I to pay for all this.” Bonnie answers, “Your Aunt said, you made more than enough to pay for it. She also said, "You can write some to it off as a business expense.”
We get to the Regis and the desk is holding our reservation and getting a bell boy to take our luggage. They ask, “Ms. Elle Sanders have you and your friend ever stayed with us before.” I’m wondering if we’re to be questioned. Constance the Manager personally welcomes us. “You chose a nice suite with plenty of amenities. Please feel free to use them and call if we can be of any added assistance. Ms. Marjorie Lourdes thinks well of you and requests we treat you especially well.” Constance at the Regis had suggested two women’s stores neither inexpensive.
We get hot dogs from a street vendor and think it is a treat. We used up a lot of time at one store and there was too much to choose from and the price shock froze me. The second place was FreePeople; it was anything but free. Bonnie said we previously wasted time and needed to enjoy ourselves and pay what we needed to get what we wanted. The red mini dress has long sleeves and an open front scared me but it is beautiful and will be fun to wear. It should be $240. Bonnie’s Briella mini is a pastel blue and is attractive and we will complement each other.
When we return to the Regis, Constance meets us asking if she can see our dresses. We’re ready to go up to our room when she asks if we have silk stockings or have ever worn them. Bonnie has worn them but neither of us has any with us. Constance asks, “Would it be okay if I have a couple of pairs sent up for each of you?”
We agreed and later Bonnie is answering our door as I’m getting out of the shower. The stockings in New York City would have been pricy anyway but now through the hotel, they’re at premium costs. Seventy-five a pair, we were to select only one pair, but nothing opened could be returned.
Unfortunately, the shade of the first is wrong for my dress. My ankle boots with the narrow heel will work nicely with the second pair of stockings and my outfit.
Elliot had worked hard the past year taking only a small portion of his vacation. Now he had a message from his boss Jennifer, “Take a few days, but be back here by late Monday and solidify all you have accomplished by the close of work Tuesday. Your deserved vacation is probably two months away. You’ve earned another client account, we will talk about her when you are settled back in here.”
“The next part is personal and I can only suggest things to you. How you handle things with your family once you’re back here will be totally up to you. I do suggest you communicate with your Mother and sister about this emerging side of you. From what you say your sister probably already knows some and is supportive. What I hear from my sister, indicates your mother doesn’t even know you’ve been promoted. Since I keep your work here confidential, what you tell her is up to you. But things are awkward for me and my sister at the present time.”
It is good to hear from Jennifer and as soon as I’m done I’m hugging Bonnie. She is still not used to me hugging her in public when I’m presenting as Elle. And presently I’m trying on the dress I plan to buy and wear tonight.
She is amused yet as we dress up in our suite for our night out. “You know Elle you have been acting like a giddy girl all afternoon. While I can appreciate how you must feel. I hope it will be the more mature and sophisticated woman I love who’s present tonight.”
I agree, “You’re right Bonnie and it is as such I want to celebrate this evening with you and the Lourdes. Though I have no idea of the evening’s itinerary.
Marjorie says, her other daughter Louise Stanford is coming and she’s looking forward to meeting us. It should be interesting to meet her; she’s a full professor at Brown University and I suspect very intellectual.
Bonnie checks over the makeup I have out to put on and she changes the eyeshadow I have out for a different color and hands me one of her necklaces. I look to her with appreciation. She comments, “It would have been okay your way. I am impressed with your change in confidence and ability in taking care of yourself Elle.”
One of the difficulties of the evening with both dressing like we are; is the restraint it puts on our displays of affection to one another. Bonnie says, she finds it more pleasing to her tastes. Even now I know my feminine side is growing in feelings and I tend to feel more sensual than usual. Like Bonnie has stated it is a deeper emotion than primal sexual feelings.
The phone rings and it is the desk; they're asking if it would be okay for Sophia and Edward Lourdes to come up. Bonnie says, “Yes. I can let them in and you should be ready once you put in your earrings and check your evening purse.”
I pour four glasses of white wine that we can greet them with. When Sophia and Edward reached our suite they were a bit more formally dressed. While Bonnie was comfortable that we were dressed properly for the night, I was more anxious.
Sophia’s eyes widened as she saw us but then smiled. “Wow aren’t you two dressed well for the evening.”
I began to apologize and was cut short by Sophia, “Please don’t.”
“First let me introduce you to Bonita Kelley and Bonnie this is Sophia Lourdes and her husband Edward. I thank you for the surprise of flying Bonnie here and arranging for our accommodations.
“Jennifer Atwood and Lioness Investments are pleased if this means our time here has benefited you.”
Bonnie suggested, “Elle if you’d get your purse and check it and yourself. We’d be ready to go.” I went to our bedroom suite and picked up the hand purse she told me to use. In the bathroom, I checked myself in the mirror. I freshened my lips and used my eyelash wand to separate my lashes again. Putting the lip-gloss into my purse as well as the wand, mascara, and my compact. I was ready to go. I was going to check my pocket for a handkerchief but that reminded me to put a small lace handkerchief into my purse. I enjoyed that as small as the purse was, it was only lightly filled.
Once back, we sat and sipped our wine. Sophia was waiting for a call that her sister had arrived and everyone was ready to go to dinner. A limousine was waiting to take us out for the evening was another sweet treat. I felt for Edward that he was the only man there.
It was interesting to meet Ph.D. Louise Lourdes Stanford. She was possibly three years older than me. She was quite attractive and not what I’d think of a professor at an Ivy League School. While she was at first reserved, but then she relaxed and enjoyed herself.
She gave me her contact information saying she’d be interested in talking to me about her investments. Thinking they’d be very modest; I was surprised to learn she had two patents that she received income from. It reminded me to listen and wait before making assumptions.
The dinner had numerous courses, small portions, and names I hardly recognize. The food and drinks were fantastic, yet pale in comparison to our gathering around the table.
There was a five-member ensemble or just a pianist that rotated and provided live music. Eventually, people began to dance. That was when four men came and asked to dance with us. Marjorie and Bonnie agreed and Sophie and Edward danced, kind of set me up and I ended up dancing with Liam. Come to the second dance I found myself relaxed and leaning my head on his strong shoulder.
After dessert, Bonnie and I danced at which time she suggested I offer to dance with Marjorie Lourdes. Ms. Lourdes thanked me and we enjoyed our dance together. We called the evening to a close early and went to our rooms. The Lourdes had a more exquisite suite across from us as they planned for us to go to a Broadway play Saturday evening. The day was free for Bonnie and me. We did choose to enjoy breakfast with them in their suite.
We did some shopping; getting two outfits for Bonnie here was my joy for the afternoon. Bonnie had selected a delicate gold necklace with a beautiful diamond. Another time the cost would have been too much. We made the weekend an exception and we got that necklace and a similar one for her. Most of the cost was mine, though Bonnie was able to feel she purchased the one she planned for me. Our necklaces were noticed come the Broadway play and a late dinner out. We were delighted to see Anastasia and even had backstage passes for after the performance.
Once back to our suite Bonnie and I were excited to be alone again. Bonnie knew I was excited about something, but I had put off telling her what it was. Finally, she said, “Before we go to bed, I wish you would share what has you so excited?”
I go to my purse and get a little box. I had taken it with us thinking I’d possibly give it to her at dinner. I had bought it without her knowing at the jewelry store. Bending in my short skirt, glad I was Elle doing this.
“Bonnie, maybe I should have waited as one success doesn’t solidify my future. You urged me and I am so excited! Will you marry me, Bonnie?”
I have the ring in hand wanting to place it on her finger. Bonnie’s face is glowing, yet she pauses. Finally, “Elle, I am glad it is you who is asking. You seem to have the biggest appreciation of my love for you. Yes, I will marry you.” Tears came to my eyes and I believe hers as well.
My eyes can’t see clearly as we’re undressing one another. I am not sure if I was pushed or led backward. Both of us are burning with passion, but it is Bonnie taking charge and climbing on me. I was sure she was wanting to make sure she too enjoyed the moment. It was after the first time that Bonnie took me into her and allowed me to orgasm while I was in her. The explosion of emotions and the euphoria of our bodies had never climaxed as they did tonight.
Bonnie finally led us to the bathroom reminding me that like her I had the makeup to take off and a complexion to take care of. Having done so she pushed me into a cool shower that soon heated up. We enjoyed washing one another.
We both had the desire to calmly cuddle with one another as we would drift asleep.
Come the morning after casually walking and going to breakfast, we had a limo waiting to take us to enjoy a day in a beach cottage. Their idea of a beach cottage was more extravagant than ours. We were unloading our things when Sophia and her girls arrived. Joslin and Maria were giggly as I introduced them to Bonnie. Sophia gushed “Congratulations you love birds, I am happy for you!”
Joslin asked Bonnie, “I think Elle is your boyfriend even though I like her as a Mommy person.”
Bonnie responded saying, “I do too. Doesn’t she make a beautiful woman?”
Maria made her way into Elle’s arms, snuggling. “You quit teasin’ her she’s my friend.” Sophia gave Elle a small hug, “You’ve made more friends. I appreciate you sharing your time with my girls, more than you know. I hope it is always you who comes back. I will understand if it is not.”
The water was cold, so only once did we make it all the way into the ocean. But Elle wasn’t thinking as they sunbathed. She did have to go back in up to her waist as Maria insisted she wanted to swim with Elle. Once Maria’s feet touched the water she changed her mind. Unfortunately, she had become very cold again and her boy parts shriveled in the cold water. The girl tan Elle got today wasn’t anything she thought about where Elliot was concerned. The evening was simple around the fireplace sipping wine and eating rolls with some cheese. Sophia and Edwardo enjoyed watching their daughters.
The girls wanted to come to bed with us, but we stood our ground as we had our own plans. A negligee that Bonnie provide was sexy enough that she worked me out of it, before having her way with me.
We woke early and enjoyed walking the beach before breakfast. It was a leisurely morning as we weren’t flying out until after 3:00 in the afternoon. Our arrival home was four-thirty in the afternoon with the time change.
My sister Lindsey and her daughter Lexi met us to give us a ride home from the airport. We had not planned a stop at the Audi dealer with a look at the RDX crossover, but it did hit a responsive chord with Elle. They had three Elle/Elliot would have been interested in. The off-white used model was to be held until closing Wednesday afternoon. And though Elliot’s car was much less desirable, he would give it to Lexi to have or trade in for a car she and her mother like for her.
Lindsey seeing my new clothes said, “I think you are probably going to have a problem acclimating back to your work clothes after this.”
“I know what you mean Sis, but I’m feeling better about my future here. It will be helpful to be back here. I need time to find a new normal. So much has happened in the past two weeks.”
Bonnie gives me a hug once we’re back in our apartment. This time it is me who is anxious to make love to her. I was ready to go to sleep after we were finished, but Bonnie pulls me out of bed. You and I both have to take care of our makeup. If you’re enjoying this side of yourself, you need to be more responsible for yourself.
“I was happy to hear Sophia and Marjorie say you did pretty well as a woman. But it also meant there is some good room for improvement.”
Getting up in time to dress and get ready for the day; it is Elliot with a feminine touch that gets ready. Bonnie is excited to get back to teaching. She knows the other teachers will be wanting to hear about her quick trip to the Big Apple. Her student will be interested as well with different interests.
Her close friend Aria, another teacher, is the first to become suspicious when she sees a picture of Bonnie and her beautiful dress, but not Elliot. “Where’s Elliot? I’m sure you took at least a selfie with him. Give? What’s up?” When Aria finally saw Bonnie’s engagement ring at lunchtime; the word was quickly around the school”
Bonnie tried to deflect Aria away from her other questions.
Elliot’s other Associates were excited for him and the lunch break celebrated what he had done as well as others. Elliot is brought back to reality as his achievements are the regular business for many of the others.
There’s been a change on the floor Steph Oliver had relinquished her position to raise her young family and with that, a new Associate Jessica Carvell was hired away from Chase in NYC. She is to be the third Associate who will split her time between our corporate office and a position in New York City. She will be the second Associate splitting time there. Veronica (Ronnie) Hampton R2 the second partner with Jennifer would be set up and lead LIFe’s New York office.
Today all the Associates we in their offices and taking time for lunch. Jessica visited with me as she was well familiar with New York City. Hope Forrest my former co-worker downstairs is now her Office Manager HF10. Hope made a delightful laugh as she saw my feminine side in all its glory and heard of my work with the Lourdes.
While Jessica was warm she was eight years older and much more accomplished. It was more me listening to her. She was in fact very charming and interesting to listen to. She hoped to soon be working here two days and in the Apple a long three days, being at home with her family.
Hope was happy with her change and had reasons to be shared with me in private later. I was pretty sure she’s looking to become an Associate at sixteen or seventeen. We both anticipate Jessica to permanently be in New York within two or three years if not sooner.
On the second day back I came as Elle and would be going to buy my new car. I had searched for other cars online and decided on the Audi RDX if I could get what I wanted for what I wanted to spend. Fortunately their sales associate Dane did not talk down to me. However, he didn’t encourage my desire to buy the ivory RDX for the price I wanted. “Elle, we can sell you what you want but it will only be $2500 less than the new one with its rebates and incentives.”
“I want you to present my price and conditions to whoever is needed. It is my offer to buy it and my final price.” I presented it with confidence, concluding with my statement, “I am a Lioness Investments Associate.” Within the hour I had my car for a lower price and they would pick it up in the morning at work.
The 2017 model would soon be a two-year-old model, but with the pampering I requested it should be an excellent car, barely having over 9,000 miles. Between the new car and my second time as Elle to stop at Bonnie’s school; several students realized Bonnie had a special boyfriend. One girl confronted me, “I know you are Special to Miss Kelley, but you can’t be her boyfriend. Don’t you think he’s going to be angry with you?”
I said, “What makes you so sure I’m not a boy?”
“There’s no way you can be? Plus he would have bought a different car. We’ve seen what he likes and this is too girly. It’s a beautiful car, but it’s a girl’s car.”
When Bonnie came out to me and the car Heather was there with friends. Bonnie had given me a hug and congratulated me on the new car. “Miss Kelley, she can’t be your boyfriend can she?”
Bonnie said, “Not when she’s like this, but my boyfriend’s name is Elliot so go figure.” Bonnie trusted Heather and leaned down whispering to her. “I very much like this side of Elliot; should I marry her or not?”
Heather’s eyes lit up, “You asked Stephanie and Rose to be your flower girl; do you think I could be one for Elle?”
Bonnie looked at me before saying, “That would be her decision if she dresses as Elle.”
Heather looked like an anxious kitten wanting to be chosen. I knelt down and with my hands extended to take hold of her hands, I said, “Heather I would need to talk to your parents, to see if it would be alright with them.”
Instead of taking my hands, Heather jumped into my arms and hugged my neck. “My Mommy won’t mind. She’d much rather you be a girl than a boy. We’ve seen Elliot, he’s not as happy as you are.”
Bonnie murmurs, “Isn’t that an interesting perception on her part.”
Come May we set the last Saturday of August for our wedding date.
