Chapter 6

“I want hiring and firing rights too,” Sam demanded of Brad.

At three thirty, the employees began to trickle into the conference room. At three forty five, Brad started trying to get the meeting underway. At three fifty four, he managed to call the meeting to order. Then he noticed that Clancy Roberts, the head of their IT Department was not in the meeting. So another twelve minutes was wasted while others tried to locate Clancy Roberts.

Entering the room at three thirty two, Tiffany tried to catch Ashley’s eye as Ashley stood at the front of the room, next to Emily and Sam Voss. After a few moments, Ashley did see Tiffany’s small hand gestures and focused on Tiffany’s worried face.

Ashley smiled a reassuring smile and Tiffany smiled happily. Neither Ashley nor Tiffany noticed Penny’s curious glance from Ashley to Tiffany and back to Ashley again. Nina did notice and also swiveled her attention from Ashley to Tiffany and to Ashley again.

“I uh, well, I, this is a sad day for Prescott Consolidated,” Brad started the meeting. “This morning Emily Ashford, the manager of the call center? Well, damn it, she came and let me know her husband has been transferred to oh, shoot, where was that again Emily?”

“Benhurst, Colorado,” Emily said.

“Oh, yeah, right. And uh, since Emily’s not willing to commute every day,” Brad said, grinning foolishly at his own joke. “Well, we had to look for a new manager for the call center.”

There was polite applause when Ashley Dunn was named as the new manager of the call center. Nina giggled when Tiffany let out an excited little squeak.

“This is bullshit,” Elizabeth Herd snarled under her breath. “I been here six years. Anyone should get that job, should’ve been me.”

“Ms. Herd? Do you have something to share?” Ashley said firmly, immediately taking the reins of her new position.

“Job should have gone to me,” Elizabeth spat. “I been there longest of anyone; even Emily.”

“Your name was in consideration,” Penny Minzelle lied, trying to diffuse the situation.

“But Ashley has the education, along with previous management experience,” Emily jumped in.

“It’s all about the numbers,” Ashley chimed in.

Tiffany covered her mouth to stifle the giggle when Ashley used one of Brad Prescott’s favorite statements. Ashley’s eyes twinkled as she looked over at Tiffany.

“Oh bullshit,” Elizabeth snarled. “It’s because she’s a fucking dyke and y’all are all afraid she’ll claim discrimination of the job isn’t just handed to her.”

“Ms. Ah, Ms. Dunn’s ah sexual orientation had nothing…” Penny snapped, eyes blazing furiously.

“Ms. Herd, please go to my office,” Shirley said, voice low and even. “I will be there in a moment.”

“Kind of a shame,” Ashley confided to Emily as Elizabeth noisily left the conference room. “Was thinking she’d make a good assistant manager.”

“Mr. Prescott, if you don’t mind,” Shirley said. “Ms. Minzelle will handle the HR report for this meeting.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, go ahead,” Brad mumbled. “Uh, anyway, Ms. Dunn is the new manager in training; Emily, when’s your last day again?”

“Next Friday, Mr. Prescott,” Emily said, irritated at having to repeat the information for the fifth or sixth time in the space of twenty minutes.

Finally, mercifully, the meeting groaned to a halt. Ashley grit her teeth, but followed Penny Minzelle, Emily Ashford and Brad back to Brad’s office.

It was already six thirty by the time Ashley let herself into the condo. She could smell something cooking but couldn’t identify it; all she could smell was peanut butter.

“There she is. Yes, there’s Miss Ashley; she if she’ll give you treats,” Ashley heard Tiffany say.

“Oh! Is poor little Lady being mistreated?” Ashley cooed, striding into the kitchen.

“Hi! Oh my God, I just wanted to scream when you were named our new manager,” Tiffany gushed and gave Ashley a fierce hug.

She then stood on her toes and gave Ashley a kiss, directly on Ashley’s surprised lips. Then Tiffany turned and resumed cooking.

“I uh, thank you,” Ashley murmured.

Lady’s yowl reminded Ashley that the beast expected treats. She found the small bag and dumped a few onto the floor.

“Remember, them phones ain’t ringing, we ain’t working,” Ashley intoned, pointing to a treat with the toe of her pump.

“It’s all about the numbers,” Tiffany intoned.

“What are you making?” Ashley asked.

“Peanut chicken stir fry,” Tiffany said.

She glanced worriedly over her shoulder at Ashley. With a nod of her head, Tiffany indicated the pots and pans suspended overhead.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Tiffany said. “I mean, it’s your place and I’m using your pan here and…”

“Tiffany, you live here. You live here. This is your home. As long as you clean up, use whatever you want,” Ashley said.

Ashley turned and left the kitchen. She paused at the door of the den.

“Plus that? Looks like you’re probably going have to do a lot of it. Emily was telling me she sometimes doesn’t get out of there until six thirty, seven at night,” Ashley said.

“I cannot believe you kissed her,” Tiffany chided herself as she started the pot for the egg noodles.

“I can’t believe she kissed me,” Ashley said to herself as she made herself a very stiff drink.

The smell of coffee roused Tiffany from a deep, satisfying slumber. She stretched, then wiggled on the firm mattress before deciding that her bladder demanded that she get up.

Glen’s mattress was so rock hard that she could not get comfortable. Because he was close to three hundred pounds, he needed a bed with extra firm support.

Ralph’s bed had been his mother’s bed. Tiffany could fee every spring in the mattress.

Even the bed at her mother’s home had not been her own bed. It had been the bed of a cousin of herd’s.

Tiffany washed her hands, then skipped down the stairs. She entered the kitchen and watched as Ashley cooked a batch of pancakes. The bacon sat on a wad of paper towels and Tiffany could hear eggs sizzling in another pan.

“Hope scrambled is fine,” Ashley said without turning around.

“Damn, Ash, you got eyes in the back of your head?” Tiffany asked.

“Damn, Tiff, you think those slippers make enough noise?” Ashley said. “And I really hate being called ‘Ash,’ okay?”

“Sorry,” Tiffany said, reaching up for a mug.

Ashley prepared two plates. When she turned around the smile froze on Ashley’s lips.

Tiffany was reaching up to get a mug down. Her camisole top did not reach the waistband of her panties, so Ashley was looking at Tiffany’s pale, smooth back. The panties had crept up, exposing a goodly chunk of Tiffany’s compact backside.

True, Ashley had seen Tiffany in her red bikini, and that red bikini exposed a great deal more flesh than Tiffany’s sleepwear exposed. But the sight of her beautiful roommate in her sleepwear seemed much more intimate, more revealing.

“By the way, that is the cutest pajamas, I swear,” Tiffany said, pouring a mug of coffee. “Why you never wear them when it’s Pajama Monday?”

“I, I, I just don’t, I don’t feel comfortable doing that,” Ashley admitted, putting both plates down on the table.

Tiffany turned and brought the mug to the table. Ashley averted her eyes, wondering if Tiffany knew her sleepwear was nearly translucent.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Tiffany asked, pouring an obscene amount of syrup onto her fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

“Grocery shopping,” Ashley said. “And I’ve got a two ten tee time at Crestview. You?”

“Crestview? The country club in Lowridge?” Tiffany asked. “How’d you get a tee time there?”

“I’m a member,” Ashley shrugged.

“You’re a… Ashley, you’re a member? Of Crestview?” Tiffany asked, mouth open in shock.

“Mm hmm,” Ashley said, swallowing her mouthful of pancake.

“How’d you, I mean, I heard you practically have to be born into it,” Tiffany sputtered.

“Hmm, well, good thing I was born into it, then,” Ashley shrugged.

“You, you’re not making that up, are you?” Tiffany accused.

“Want to, you can come along,” Ashley said.

“I been there one time,” Tiffany said. “Guy I was dating took me to his prom.”

“St. Andrews?” Ashley guessed.

“And you were the sophomore maid!” Tiffany suddenly blurted out.

“Mm hmm,” Ashley agreed. “Who was your date?”

“Derek Sanders,” Tiffany said.

“Know he’s in Stratton now, hmm?” Ashley said, picking up a piece of bacon. “Got some girl all drugged up then took advantage of her. Guess now Bubba’s taking advantage of him.”

“No!” Tiffany gasped.

Tiffany agreed to go grocery shopping with Ashley; especially since it looked like she would be doing a good deal of the cooking for the foreseeable future. She chose a pair of cutoff jeans shorts and a blouse that did not reach the waistband of her shorts. On her feet, Tiffany put a pair of suede Mary Janes.

Had anyone asked Tiffany, “Why are you dressed like that?” Tiffany would not have been able to answer them.

For her part, Ashley was dressed in a knee length cream colored skirt and a light pink top. Her sandals were a light pink leather, tying the outfit together.

“Ash,” Tiffany said. “Good God, it’s the weekend…”

“Ashley. Told you, I hate ‘Ash,'” Ashley said.

“Ashley, don’t you own any jeans?” Tiffany asked.

“Of course, but I’d rather be comfortable,” Ashley said, opening the door of the condo.

At the Burns & Burns grocery store, Ashley and Tiffany were pleased to find out that they had similar tastes in food. But when Tiffany tried to veer into the aisle with the cookies, Ashley firmly guided their buggy past that aisle.

“You want cookies? I’ll make you cookies,” Ashley said firmly.

“What? But these are already made, just open the bag and start eating,” Tiffany protested.

“I said…” Ashley stated.

“Period’s about to start,” Tiffany confided to Ashley. “When that happens, I just eat the shit out of peanut butter cookies.”

“Peanut butter with chocolate chips?” Ashley suggested.

“Oh! Well, yum,” Tiffany agreed.

“And root beer drop cookies?” Ashley continued.

“Root, never had them,” Tiffany said.

Home again, Ashley quickly mixed up the batter for peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies. While the first sheet of the cookies baked, Ashley trotted up the stairs.

“Jesus,” Ashley murmured as she sat on the corner of her bed, skirt hiked up to her waist. “Had to wear those shorts?”

In her mind’s eye, while she rubbed her pussy, Ashley could see Tiffany’s cute backside as the girl squatted down to get the six pack of bottled root beer. Ashley could imagine raking her fingernails over the two beautiful hillocks of flesh, then gently biting, nibbling on Tiffany’s cute buttocks, before pulling the two hillocks apart so that she could taste Tiffany’s sweaty anus.

Just before cresting, though, Ashley imagined kissing Tiffany’s light pink, pouting lips. She bit down on her cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, you need to get laid,” Ashley grunted to herself.

Ashly washed her hands in her private bathroom, then opened the door of her bedroom. Lady tried to enter Ashley’s bedroom.

“No ma’am,” Ashley said firmly. “Mine.”

While the second batch of peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies baked, Ashley quickly mixed up a bowl of root beer cookie batter. She then covered the bowl and placed it into the refrigerator.

“I’ll make those when I get back,” Ashley promised as Tiffany was already chomping through the second of her peanut butter cookies.

“Tee time’s not until two?” Tiffany mumbled.

“Need to eat lunch before I hit the course,” Ashley smiled tightly and left the condo.

At the country club, Ashley did greet a few people, acquaintances she’d made over the years. As she chewed her way through the Waldorf salad, Ashley mused over the fact that she knew nearly everyone in this dining room, but could not call any of these people a friend of hers. She smiled as the cute waitress placed her rare tuna steak down to her right.

“Thank you, Abigail,” Ashley said.

“I uh, yes ma’am, thank you,” Abigail stammered, surprised that the diner had remembered her name. “I uh, ma’am, more iced tea?”

“Hmm, no, no thank you,” Ashley said, eyeing her glass.

“Hey, Dunn! A thousand I beat your score this year,” an unsmiling giant of a woman declared.

“With or without your handicap?” Ashley calmly asked the six foot three inch woman.

“Stroke for stroke,” Melinda Loos stated firmly.

“Okay,” Ashley agreed. “I win? Donate the money to Collier Children’s Hospital in my name.”

“Thank you,” Abigail whispered, taking Ashley’s salad bowl away.

“Hmm?” Ashley asked, looking at the waitress’s shiny eyes.

“My sister, she…” Abigail started, then abruptly turned and walked away.

Ashley left Abigail a ten dollar tip, then went to the locker room. She greeted a few more people, smiling as some assured her that she would win the tournament easily.

“Stroke for stroke, Dunn,” Melinda Loos called out just as Ashley prepared to tee off.

“Going give you a stroke do that shit again, Loos,” Ashley muttered and sent her ball blazing toward the green.

“So? How’d you do?” Tiffany asked as Ashley returned, hot and sweaty and exhausted.

“First in Women’s, second overall,” Ashley wheezed.

“Yay!” Tiffany smiled and gave the sweaty woman a hug and kiss. “Oh, and supper’s about ready; veggie lasagna, okay?”

“Oh, yeah, just need take a shower,” Ashley said. “Took one at the club, but damned AC’s out all of a sudden.”

“Oh no,” Tiffany sympathized.

In her shower, Ashley again masturbated. She used her small latex vibrator, first rubbing the humming toy over her hard nipples, back and forth, spreading the suds over her full breasts.

Then she trailed the buzzing toy down over her gasping belly to the small triangle of dark brown curls. Her bath gel created a slick area for her to work witt as she dragged her vibrator up and down her slit.

“Ung!” Ashley grunted out as the toy made contact with her clitoris.

“God yes,” Ashley hissed as she held the vibrator over her clitoris.

She finally had to pull the toy away from her clitoris; it was becoming too sensitive. Then she swabbed her underarms and then rinsed off.

She was about to pull on another skirt and blouse, but then decided, even as the sun was still high in the sky, she would pull on a pair of tap pants and matching top. The pajamas were made from very soft combed cotton and seemed to shimmy and caress Ashley’s skin as she moved.