Chapter 2

But Bonnie did not want to frighten the slender blonde. Bonnie knew there would be time later for her to dominate, subjugate the beautiful teenager. So Bonnie licked and fingered Kelli, bringing the girl closer and closer to orgasm.

Then, as Kelli was bouncing and grunting, Bonnie ceased and flopped down on the mattress next to the gasping blonde. Bonnie lay on her right side, her furry crotch close to Kelli’s head. Bonnie then gripped Kelli’s left hip and swiveled Kelli onto her right side. Gently, she urged Kelli’s left leg to bend at the knee, once again opening Kelli’s crotch.

Bonnie placed her left hand to the back of Kelli’s head and gently pushed Kelli’s face toward her crotch. Bonnie let out a groan when she felt Kelli’s hot breath against her wet lips.

“Mmng, oh, oh yes!” Bonnie hissed out when she felt Kelli’s tongue swipe from her sweaty perineum to the top of her wet slit. Kelli used her left hand the pull Bonnie’s pussy open, used her right hand to thrust two, then three fingers into Bonnie’s depth.

“Oh yeah, this girl’s ate pussy before,” Bonnie thought as Kelli lapped hungrily at Bonnie’s sex.

Kelli thrust two, then three fingers into Bonnie as her lips wrapped around Bonnie’s clitoris. Bonnie shivered again as she felt Kelli’s tongue batting at her clitoris.

“Mmng, ack, erk, I, what?” Kelli grunted as Bonnie tongued Kelli’s sweaty anus.

Kelli again captured Bonnie’s clitoris as Bonnie continued to tongue Kelli’s anus. Bonnie stiffened then cried out as Kelli’s fingers found Bonnie’s g-spot.

Kelli grunted out loud as Bonnie thrust two spittle wetted fingers into Kelli’s rectum. Kelli cried out as Bonnie sucked hard on Kelli’s clitoris.

After their second orgasm apiece, Kelli weakly rolled away from Bonnie’s sex. Weakly, she reached down and pushed at Bonnie’s two hands.

“I, no, no more, Bonnie, I, I’m my butt is getting sore,” Kelli admitted.

Bonnie fought down her natural instinct. Her natural reaction was to tell Kelli that she, Bonnie was in charge, not her, Kelli. She, Bonnie would decide when Kelli’s cute little ass was too sore to continue.

Again, Bonnie almost protested when Kelli reached over and pulled Bonnie’s face to her own for a kiss. She, Bonnie, would decide when they would kiss. The two women kissed for a long moment. Kelli then wiggled out of the bed and padded, nude to the kitchen.

“Hey Bonnie, you, you make us a couple more them Bahama Sunsets?” Kelli asked.

“Oh yes ma’am, I, right away Miss Kelli ma’am,” Bonnie said, adopting a subservient stance.

“Look. If it’s too much trouble, don’t bother,” Kelli snapped.

Bonnie almost laughed; she recognized the posture, the inflection in Kelli’s voice. Whether she’d come into her own or not, Kelli Breaux was a dominant.

Bonnie kissed Kelli, then got out a can of coconut milk. After she made another batch of their drinks, Bonnie allowed Kelli to guide them to the bedroom again. Lolling against the pillows, the two drank and kissed and touched one another.

“I, shit, what time it is?” Kelli suddenly asked.

Kelli explained that Wade would be coming home from his part time job at Casa Ole Mexican restaurant. She needed to have the meatloaf in the oven. Judging from Kelli’s mannerisms, Bonnie deduced that, no, Kelli had not come into her own as a true dominant.

“What’s the worst thing that happens, his meatloaf isn’t ready?” Bonnie asked as Kelli gulped the last of her drink before dashing to the door.

“I, he, he gets mad,” Kelli said.

“Oh wow, and we certainly wouldn’t want that,” Bonnie said.

“Hey, Kelli, here. Take these,” Bonnie said, giving the girl the Snake series Surewill sunglasses.

“I, you serious?” Kelli asked, mouth open in shock.

“Yeah,” Bonnie shrugged, really feeling the effects of the alcohol and marijuana as well as the sex.

“I, thanks,” Kelli said and kissed Bonnie.

Then she was gone and Bonnie felt alone. She smoked another bowl of marijuana, lazily running her fingers up and down her wet slit. Then, after eating two bags of microwave popcorn, Bonnie slumbered.

Waking up again, Bonnie poured the last dregs of her Bahama Sunset into her glass, dropped three ice cubes into the glass, then masturbated, thinking of her beautiful, sexy neighbor.

The next day, Bonnie saw Kelli at the mailbox kiosk. It had been a grueling day in the office and the difficulties of the ad campaign were not helped by the horrendous hangover Bonnie had suffered through. Despite her headache and frayed nerves, Bonnie smiled. Kelli was proudly wearing her Snake series sunglasses. Her far too short tee shirt and skimpy red bikini bottom was sexy, enticing.

“Hey girlfriend, what up?” Bonnie said, resting a warm hand on Kelli’s back, right above Kelli’s sweet ass.

“Hey!” Kelli smiled and kissed Bonnie, directly on her lips.

“Been a bitch of a day; I’m going spark up a couple of bowls then order some Hop Kim’s,” Bonnie invited.

“Ooh, Hop Kim’s? God! I, I love their twice cooked pork,” Kelli enthused.

“Mm? Then, want to come on over?” Bonnie invited.

“Be right back,” Kelli said, indicating the four envelopes she held in her hand.

“Wade can just eat up the leftovers,” Kelli stated as she skipped up the metal stairs to the second floor apartment.

Looking over, Bonnie saw that Wade’s car was in the parking lot. She frowned; Wade had done a poor job of parking. He was taking up two spaces, straddling the bright yellow stripe.

“Wade, Jesus, they’re right there on the top self,” Bonnie heard Kelli yelling, then heard a door loudly slam.

“Swear to God, men! God damned helpless little shits,” Kelli snarled, flip flops loudly slapping the stairs as she stomped down to where Bonnie waited by her apartment door.

“Sing it, sister, sing it,” Bonnie encouraged and Kelli giggled.

“By the way, that, that is a real pretty outfit,” Kelli complimented as Bonnie let Kelli enter the apartment first.

“Hmm? Oh, thank you,” Bonnie smiled, looking down at the pale pink shift and pale pink business jacket she wore. “It’s a Barragona.”

“A…a Barragona?” Kelli asked, mouth open. “Those, aren’t those like what a thousand dollars a dress?”

“Probably,” Bonnie said, placing her eel skin briefcase next to the couch.

“But since Cassie Barragona works for me…” Bonnie thought as she dropped the jacket off of her shoulders.

After a bowl of potent marijuana, Bonnie placed the delivery order with Hop Kim’s. Then, she made a few Bahama Sunsets for them to drink.

Knowing he had a twenty dollar tip waiting for him at the Valasko apartment, George Kim bypassed three other addresses on the list and brought the two meals to Bonnie’s apartment first. George received two tips this evening; the expected twenty dollars and the sight of a nude blonde lolling on the couch. George then retraced his route, making the three other deliveries he should have made first.

“Fuck! That, that’s it!” Bonnie said, watching Kelli eating an egg roll.

Kelli’s movements were natural and sensuous. Bonnie’s pussy gave a little spasm as she watched Kelli lick a tiny glob of duck sauce from the corner of her mouth.

“Cassie’s going hate me, but fuck her,” Bonnie said aloud.

“Hmm?” Kelli asked, looking up from her meal. “You want try the egg drop soup? It, God, I don’t know how they get it so perfect, but…”

“Hmm? Oh, oh no, no thanks,” Bonnie said, then startled Kelli by taking a quick picture of Kelli with her cell phone’s camera.

“What? What’d you do that for?” Kelli asked, then shrieked as Bonnie sent the image to someone’s cell phone. “Bonnie! I…”

“Give me your cell number,” Bonnie demanded, ignoring Kelli’s shock and outrage.

“I, why?” Kelli asked, “Bonnie, who’d you send that to? I, I never said you could send that to anyone. Shit; I never said you could even take my picture.”

“Charlene and Marlene; they, I have them on retainer to do any makeup I need,” Bonnie said. “Come on, cell phone number.”

“Who? Retainer?” Kelli asked.

“Cell. Phone. Number,” Bonnie demanded.

“Fuck you; can’t have it,” Kelli snapped, quickly wiggling into her tee shirt.

Kelli squealed again as Bonnie snapped off another picture of Kelli wiggling into her bikini bottom. With another ‘fuck you’ emphasized with extended middle finger, Kelli slammed out of Bonnie’s apartment.

After smoking another bowl of marijuana, Bonnie ate Kelli’s discarded meal. Then she lolled in her bathtub, lazily blowing the suds away. As she lay, Bonnie could hear her cell phone chime over and over as she received text messages.

Getting out of the tub when she was water logged, Bonnie smiled at the enthusiastic text messages Charlene and Marlene Falgout had sent to her.

“Me too,” Bonnie said aloud as she read Charlene’s declaration that she’d love to have an ass as tiny as Kelli’s compact buttocks.

Looking again at the two cell phone images of Kelli, one with left breast and beautiful face, the other of Kelli from behind as she bent to wiggle into bikini bottom, Bonnie masturbated. Then she slept.

At the Wednesday morning business meeting, Cassie, as Bonnie had predicted, was none too happy that Bonnie was scrapping the current ad campaign. Even as the majority of the department heads agreed, the current ad campaign was too high-end, too glitzy to attract younger clientele, Cassie was adamant that they run with the upper scale images of her clothing line and the Surewill sunglasses lines.

“Cassie, one look at the print ads, our target market already knows they can’t afford anything we produce,” Bonnie again tried to explain.

“Fuck you; I’ll just go to…” Cassie snarled.

“There is a five year clause in your contract,” Bonnie advised. “You leave here? You so much as draw a stick figure on a sidewalk and I’ll sue you for the five hundred thousand as stated in your contract. You really think Ingalls McNaughton will chance that?”

Cassie’s tears did not sway Bonnie’s opinion. Seeing the two cell phone images of Kelli Breaux, Carmen Arnold, the in-house photographer of Surewill Group praised the girl’s natural posture and sleek lines. Carmen ignored Cassie’s hateful glares as she rapidly scribbled some ideas on her notepad.

“Anything to add, Chad?” Bonnie asked. “Chad? Chad?”

Carmen Arnold gave the slumbering man a gentle, then not so gentle nudge. But Dr. Chad Hopper continued to slumber in his heroin induced sleep.

That was how Bonnie managed to secure the once renowned ocular surgeon to design her eyewear. Unwilling, or unable to accept his own homosexuality, the brilliant man slipped deeper and deeper into drug addiction. A botched surgery resulted in a patient’s blindness and after a series of lawsuits, Dr. Hopper would have been lucky to be hired on at a Sunglass Hut kiosk in an outlet mall.

After the meeting broke up, Bonnie gently helped Chad down the hall to his office. She lay him on the comfortable couch in his office and closed the door.

“I, I can’t believe you,” Cassie tearfully confronted Bonnie as Bonnie softly closed Dr. Hopper’s door. “How? How can you be so gentle with him and such a bitch to me?”

Bonnie softly wiped Cassie’s tears away, then embraced the woman. She held Cassie while Cassie sobbed helplessly.

“Cassie, believe it or not, I, I am trying to help you. You, you are a brilliant, unbelievably talented designer,” Bonnie soothed. “But, sweetie pie, the ads you want? Only the people we already sell to would ever be able to see your true genius, your true capabilities. We, we’re trying to open up your base, not restrict it.”

“I hate you!” Cassie screamed tearfully and fled the building.

Bonnie shook her head and smiled at Dianne Pratt, her personal assistant. Bonnie pointed to Dr. Hopper’s door, indicating she wanted Dianne to notify her the moment Dr. Hopper woke up from his drug-induced slumber.

That afternoon, Chad and Bonnie continued to struggle through a potential series of eyewear, aimed toward drivers and other sports personnel.

“Bird, bird, bird; what, what’s a dangerous bird?” Bonnie mused aloud.

“The cassowary is considered the most dangerous species, at least, where humans are concerned,” Chad mused, dabbing at his heavily sweating face.

“The what?” Bonnie asked.

“The cassowary,” Chad repeated. “Mainly indigenous to…”

“We’re not going with that; good God, no one’s ever even heard of them,” Bonnie said. “Shit, I’d let you call the next line the Flamingo series before I’d let you…”

Bonnie and Chad looked at each other, then smiled and nodded their heads. Chad again wiped his sweating face and got to his feet.

“Oh my God. Every fucking prom queen in America will want the hot pink frames and pink mirrored lenses,” Chad prophesized. “Sure will.”

“Sure will,” Bonnie laughed.

“Hmm? Oh! I, I didn’t mean it like that,” Chad laughed. “But let me get with Cassie and we’ll pick up the Eagle? The Hawk?”

“We’ll get back to that later,” Bonnie promised.

“Okay, this, I’m seeing, what was that girl’s name again?” Carmen barged into Bonnie’s office. “But I’m seeing we just show her getting dressed for a hot date, a night of clubbing, and a night out on the town. Everyone wants her, everyone wants to be her.”

“‘Will she? Surewill,'” Bonnie read as Carmen placed a series of roughs on Bonnie’s desk.