Rush hour traffic was at its peak when Kimberly Justin stepped inside the taxi. With the holiday season in full swing, the inbred sense of order and politeness among Chicago drivers and pedestrians was being sorely tested. Today traffic seemed even more trying.
As she sat in the backseat of the taxi, Kimberly anxiously checked her watch. Several minutes had passed and they'd only traveled a few blocks. She knew she was going to be late getting to the restaurant where she was meeting Pat for dinner. Pat was a chronic latecomer to any planned event, so Kimberly knew she couldn't rely on her to secure their reservations. It still seemed strange the way Pat had called her and insisted they meet right away. Kimberly couldn't really spare the time away from her office, but she'd agreed nonetheless.
After all, Pat was her best friend.
The traffic did not abate, forcing Kimberly to consider her options.
She decided to walk the few remaining blocks to Gino's. She leaned forward so the driver could hear her over his radio. "Excuse me, Mr. uh," Kimberly looked around and finally spotted his name on the license that was affixed to the glove compartment. "Mr. Bonatello.
Much to the Mr. Bonatello's consternation, his fare opened the door and proceeded to get out. He gave her an imploring look, thinking his gratuity would be considerably less than he'd anticipated when he picked her up.
Kimberly knew the look only too well. She was already in the holiday spirit, so she pressed a twenty-dollar bill into the driver's hand. "Keep the change," she said. Mr. Bonatello smiled and thanked her very politely. Relieved to be out of the traffic jam, Kimberly hurried toward the restaurant. She arrived at Gino's with five minutes grace time remaining on their dinner reservation. There was a long line of people waiting to get inside. Kimberly breezed past the line and into the lobby. She announced herself to the hostess.
"Yes, your table is ready," the woman told her. She motioned for a waiter who appeared and ceremoniously escorted Kimberly to her table. He held her chair and gave her the wine list after she was seated.
She smiled to herself as she perused the list. "I think I'll try the house special," she told her waiter. This was unusual for Kimberly, as she usually stuck to brands she knew and trusted.
The waiter smiled. "A good choice," he said. "Would you like an appetizer to go with that?"
"I'm waiting for someone to join me," Kimberly informed him. "I'd prefer to wait until she arrives."
"Of course," the young man replied. Although his air of politeness seemed excessive at times, he had the good looks to pass it off as charm and debonair. For all appearances, Kimberly struck him as someone who would provide a generous tip. He returned with her wine and promptly poured a sample for her to taste.
"Excellent," Kimberly said after swishing the wine in her mouth for a moment. She set the glass down and watched as the waiter filled it with a generous portion. "Thank you," she murmured. After he left, Kimberly sat back and sipped the wine. Having skipped lunch, it took only moments for her to feel the warm glow of the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream. She was in a contemplative mood, despite the noise and conversation at adjoining tables. She lifted her glass and held it in front of the candle. The wine sparkled and glowed in the light. Staring at the amber reflections, she thought about the previous evening.
Mark, her boyfriend, had invited her over for dinner. Mark and Kimberly had been dating for a long time. They seemed compatible in every way and shared an unspoken agreement that someday they would marry and start a family. The relationship was pleasant and companionable enough. Most days, Kimberly felt gratified, but lately she'd become restless. She found herself wanting more than Mark was willing, or able – she wasn't sure which – to offer.
Last night proved to be one of the worst times she'd ever spent with him. After dinner, he wanted to watch a video. It was a porno flick the men at the office gave him for his birthday. Kimberly didn't want to watch it, but Mark was insistent. "Come on," he chided her. "Who knows, you might pick up a few pointers."
Although he said it good-naturedly, Kimberly had a strong urge to tell him he could use a few pointers himself. However, she did not.
Unable to resist his pleading gaze with those cool blue eyes, she finally relented and agreed to watch the flick.
Mark placed his arm around Kimberly and flicked the remote control. The film started and he snuggled very close to her. "Sit back and enjoy the ride!" he said, giving Kimberly a knowing wink.
The movie, if you would call it that, did not have a plot. However, it did have a purpose that was obvious within a few frames of the film.
The main character was a well-built male who strutted and preened for the camera. He was very well endowed and made it obvious that he thought everyone should know it. Kimberly winced as the two female characters took turns sucking his long rod and swallowing what looked to be actual ejaculate. They positioned themselves so that the one sucking him was on her knees. Her legs were spread apart and her ass was fully accessible. While she sucked and stroked him, the other got underneath her and sucked her clit. Their orgasms were timed only seconds apart. Kimberly wondered which sex organ the women preferred, a man's cock or a woman's clit.
The next scene involved the man fucking one of the women from behind. She in turn used a dildo to fuck the other woman who was also poised on all fours in front of her. The rhythmic movement was very hypnotic. Kimberly's face flushed when she realized what was happening. The women doing it to each other were arousing her. Her libido took a deep plunge and she suddenly wanted the film to be over.
Mark, on the other hand, developed and maintained a visible bulge in his pants within seconds of the first sex scene. Kimberly noticed him unconsciously touching his cock. When the scenes became hot, he slid lower on the couch and ran his fingers over his erection.
Kimberly felt certain that if she wasn't there, Mark would be masturbating by now. In a way, she wished he would, but this was not meant to be.
As the film neared the end, Mark pulled Kimberly closer and nuzzled her earlobe with his tongue. His breath felt hot and moist against her skin. Kimberly was pleasantly surprised by her response.
She was aroused despite her earlier embarrassment. As his arm moved down her side, she felt the liquid warmth on her panties. She moaned as Mark's hand closed around her breast. Alternately, he caressed each one, his lips pressed against hers and his tongue probed deeply inside her mouth. Her breasts became so swollen and tender she was aching for Mark to suck them.
His kisses growing hotter and more demanding, Mark slipped his hand inside Kimberly's shirt and began teasing her nipples. He knew her breasts were a very erogenous zone of her body and he played it to his every advantage, wanting her to be ready and eager for his dick.
Taking each breast in turn, he pulled the nipples out and rolled the tips back and forth between his fingers, straining against the material.
When she started panting, he straddled her then quickly resumed kissing her. Both hands free now, he tugged her shirt out of her pants and slid his fingers underneath. His ass cocked in the air, he was a predator bent over his prey, teasing her breasts unmercifully as she begged and pleaded for him to suck her.
Kimberly closed her eyes and tried to quiet the aching between her legs. She parted her lips and felt Mark's tongue playfully nudging her own. The kiss deepened and her breathing became increasingly irregular. Her excitement was so unbearable she pleaded with Mark to touch her wetness. Her breast, her pussy, her entire body was aroused. If only he would do something to appease this demand that was raging inside of her. Frustrated, she pulled her mouth away and begged once more. "Suck my breasts, Mark. Please," she whimpered.
Mark had something else in mind. He rose onto his knees and nudged her legs apart. Kimberly complied, hoping he was going to stroke her clit or plunge his fingers inside her. Mark looked at her, a big smile on his face. He drew back his arm, then slammed his hand savagely against her swollen clit, squeezing her so hard she cried out in pain. Mistaking the pain for pleasure, Mark did it twice more, forcing Kimberly's legs apart when she instinctively drew them together.
"Like to play hard to get?" Mark whispered. His penis was positioned on the left side of his pants. When she looked down, Kimberly could see the outline trailing past the top of his legs.
Although not as large as the man in the video, Mark was very well endowed. He slipped to the floor and pulled Kimberly down so her groin was resting on the edge of the couch. Without warning, he thrust his swollen penis repeatedly against her pussy.
Mark felt the heat of her arousal burning through her pants. A heat so hot that it threatened to sear the tip of his penis. It made him want more. He kissed her long and hard, his teeth pressing against her mouth. Torturously he sucked her swollen lips and bit the tender flesh, his arousal demanding release. Kimberly's gasps and cries aroused him even more. Driven by the urgency of his own needs, he was oblivious to hers. Mark knew and cared about only one thing.
He wanted the wonderful throbbing sensation in his organ to never end. The agony of waiting was utter torture. As his excitement grew, he became increasingly rough and demanding.
Frustration melding with arousal, Kimberly felt angry and confused. When Mark's fingers began unbuttoning her blouse, she wanted to scream and push him away. But her breasts were aching for the warmth of his mouth sucking her. Unable to suppress her desire, she pulled him closer.
"Mm, you feel so good," Mark panted as he thrust his penis harder and harder against her groin. When he finally got the buttons undone, Mark drew Kimberly's blouse down around her shoulders. Her brassiere opened in the front. He unfastened it within seconds, watching excitedly as her swollen breasts spilled out.
Kimberly moaned and tried to pull him closer. He fastened his hands around her wrists and pushed her arms back against the couch.
She felt his excitement as much as she felt her own. Her eyes begged him to take her. Finally, she begged. "Please, Mark. Suck me. Let me feel your mouth," she pleaded.
Mark bent his head and nipped at her breasts. Going from one to the other, he sucked her nipples between his teeth and bit the tips, each time harder than the last. He soon had Kimberly moaning and whimpering. It made his cock even harder. He taunted her, wanting her to desire him more than anyone else, to be willing to do anything for him. He drew himself up, turning his hips so Kimberly could see how big he was, his erection straining against his pants. "Want it, baby?"
Kimberly watched as Mark unzipped his trousers. He gave her a knowing look and she knew what he wanted. Although she wanted something far different, she could not bring herself to refuse him. The words remained, as always, unspoken. How could she deny him the pleasure of her mouth servicing his penis? After all, didn't her happiness depend on giving him pleasure? She swallowed hard, wondering, as always why Mark did not like to go down on her.
Unaware of the war going on inside her head, Mark smiled and removed his pants. They fell down about his ankles and he kicked them away. He placed his hands on his hips and posed for her, thrusting his package within inches of her face.
Mark felt proud of his body, his manhood, and his power. He caressed his throbbing penis, allowing Kimberly to feast her eyes on it. The protuberance was clearly visible through the red silk briefs.
His eyes shone with pride as he showed her what he was going to give her. He lifted the tip ever so slightly, rubbing it against the light material until a wet spot formed on his briefs. This was the part Mark liked best. Walking with the self-assuredness of an angry bull, he approached his wanton companion.
Wanton, yes. But pleased, no. Kimberly watched wordlessly as Mark stood before her and pushed the briefs down about his hips. His penis was so swollen, the purple vein looked ready to burst. He finished removing his underpants and pressed the tip of his cock against Kimberly's lips.
"Take it, baby," he cooed. He smiled, feeling her lips trembling against his penis. His mind registered the fear in her eyes. It ensured his male dominance, encouraging him to demand complete control of her, to make her a slave to his pleasures and desires. He placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her forward. "Here, take it," he whispered as he pressed his penis against her mouth. It was his offering to her, his golden rod dripping with the sweet and forbidden nectar. "Take it," he whispered once more.
A female marionette responding to her master's controls, Kimberly opened her mouth and took him inside of her. The musk taste and smell aroused some primordial instinct that bade her to service him and service him well. She sucked and licked his throbbing penis.
"Um," she murmured, periodically looking up at him and licking her lips.
Mark squeezed her breasts, moaning and urging her to suck harder.
"Yes, yes," he moaned as his orgasm drew closer. Mark liked it this way, having her mouth coax him to a full orgasm. It felt so hot and wet and demanding, he could barely contain himself. The sucking and cooing sounds teased his senses. He wanted to make it last as long as he could. Her hands were trailing up and down his penis, urging him to come. "Not yet," he whispered. His hot, wet organ still fully erect, he withdrew it from her mouth.
"Um, lick my balls, baby," he whispered. He pulled his penis to the side, stroking it very gently while Kimberly cupped his scrotum in her hands. She knew all the right moves to make and the right things to say. "Um, um," she murmured, licking his balls. The musk smell was so pervasive, her need so strong and her fantasy so vivid that she sucked him willingly and eagerly.
Unaware of the fantasy spinning inside her brain, Mark smiled down at his lover. He placed his hands behind her head and pressed her mouth closer. "That's it, baby. Suck me. I know you want it just as much as I do."
Kimberly ran her tongue over Mark's scrotum, tasting every drop of his maleness. She could tell he was almost ready. Cupping his balls with his hands, he inserted his penis back into her mouth. She pulled him deeper and deeper inside of her, trying to take all of him in. "Um, um." She moaned deep inside her throat, opening it wider so she could suck him harder and deeper.
"Now, baby. Take me now," Mark crooned as he thrust in and out of her mouth. "You're so hot," he whispered. Panting, he placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. "Uh, uh," he grunted as he fucked her mouth. His thrusts fast, then slow, he waited as long as he could.
Kimberly responded to his need. Her mouth and throat opened wide, she took his full length inside of her. His thrusts became harder and more insistent as he banged his penis against her throat. But for Kimberly, it was a different time and a different place. Her mind recalling images from the video, she was sucking something far more feminine than her lover's cock.
Mark trembled and shook as his ejaculate spurt inside Kimberly's mouth. The sensation was so spectacular that he knew he wasn't finished. "Uh," he grunted as he made one final thrust. He waited a moment before withdrawing from Kimberly's mouth. Afterward, he lifted her face and kissed her gently on the lips. He drew back and ran his fingers through her hair. Her mouth still open, he felt her warm breath on his penis. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his penis hardened again.
Kimberly felt his hardness and upon looking down, saw that his penis was no longer flaccid. She knew he was not finished. "Mark, I…"
It was too late. Taking her roughly by the shoulders, Mark pulled Kimberly up from the couch. His hands moving with the urgency of his arousal, he pushed her to the floor. "Get on your hands and knees," he told her, his hands hurriedly guiding her into place.
The carpet burned her knees and the palms of her hands. Kimberly felt Mark parting her ass cheeks. She wanted to protest but there wasn't time. Mark plunged his penis deeply inside of her ass. "Oh,"
she groaned, her eyes tearing with pain.
His hands grasping her waist, Mark rammed his cock in and out of his lover's most tender region. He pulled her toward him while thrusting his hips forward, heightening the sensation of each thrust.
"Ah," he gasped with pleasure, plunging deeply inside of her again and again. Having not allowed her body time to adjust to his size, he panted and strained against the tight vise. "Ooh, you're so tight," he whispered in a husky voice as he continued to slam his groin against her bare ass. For Mark, the sensation was exquisite, much more enjoyable than fucking her pussy. "Yes," he murmured.
Kimberly heard nothing but the sound of their flesh slapping together. She felt Mark's hands reaching underneath her, searching for her breasts. She heard his frustration as her tits swung back and forth out of his reach. When his hands finally seized her, he gripped her breasts so tightly in his hands that she screamed. Her pain made him swell and ride her like a wild stallion. Roaring and bucking, he was determined to tame her.
The memory was so vivid that Kimberly forgot she was in a public restaurant. Her hands drifted down, gently touching her sore muscles.
She was lost in a scene-by-scene replay of last evening. The waiter startled her when he returned to her table.
"Miss, uh Miss…"
Nervously Kimberly glanced up at the waiter. "Sorry," she whispered. "Lost in my thoughts, I guess."
He smiled. The order pad pressed against his chest, he tapped it with his pencil. "Are you still waiting for your friend?" he asked.
Kimberly looked at her watch. Pat was almost a half-hour late.
"Just a few more minutes," she told him. "If she's not here in a little bit, I'll go ahead and order." She gave him her most pleading look, acutely aware of the people that were lined up and waiting for tables.
The waiter nodded in a perfunctory manner. Kimberly's imploring eyes got the better of him. "As you wish," he said, trying to force an air of formality into his voice. "Would you like another bottle?" he asked, pointing to her empty wineglass.
Kimberly didn't realize she'd nearly finished the half-liter of wine.
She shrugged. "Sure, why not." She poured the remainder of the wine into her glass and handed the empty container to the waiter.
Their fingers brushed together as he took the bottle from her hand.
She trembled in response to his touch. Her body aroused from the replay of her evening with Mark, she found herself staring at the waiter's groin. Her eyes searched for the familiar outline that she knew should make her excited. Her mind still filled with images of the naked women, she needed desperately to reaffirm her sexuality. If she were to slip her hand inside his pants and stroke his penis into an erection, would she be aroused by it?
Unaware of her inspection, the waiter bent down and wiped the table where the glass had left condensation. "I'll be back with your drink in a moment," he said.
Trying to dismiss her troublesome thoughts, Kimberly looked around the restaurant. Gino's was known for its signature graffiti. For the price of a simple Italian meal, visitors as well as locals could leave their mark upon the Windy City. Walls, tables, lamps, anything with a bare spot was open territory for someone to write. Names and epithets appeared in ink, pencil, chalk, crayon, and even lipstick.
Kimberly laughed as she read some of the inscriptions. It took her mind off Mark and the troubling images in the video.
Another fifteen minutes passed. Kimberly nursed her drink and glanced at her watch from time to time. Why was Pat so late? She grew impatient, thinking about all the things that needed to be done at work. Kimberly was next in line for a vice-presidency in her company's service department. As a woman, the demands and expectations were twice those placed upon her male counterparts. As a result, rarely a moment passed that Kimberly wasn't engaged in some activity, social or otherwise.
Her patience taxed, Kimberly checked the time once more. How could Pat be so inconsiderate as to leave her waiting like this!
"Enough," she grumbled. She gathered her things and counted out the money for her tab. Leaving a generous tip, she hoped to assuage the waiter's disappointment for losing a tab. As with the taxi driver earlier, she felt obligated to do so.
As she turned from the table, Kimberly noticed a very unusual inscription on the corner of a nearby table. Written in bright pink marker, the inscription read: "Lavender Excursions: Women Only."
A telephone number was scribbled underneath. Kimberly wondered whose phone number it might be, thinking someone was playing a nasty trick on a friend or family member.
Thinking nothing more of it, she started for the exit. The dining area was slightly elevated with a short set of steps leading to and from the lobby. At the bottom of the stairs, Kimberly noticed the inscription once more. It read: "Lavender Excursions – Why Leave Without It?"
Her curiosity getting the better of her, Kimberly eyed the pubic telephones near the door. She tried to rationalize calling the number, telling herself it was incumbent upon her to let the person at the other end of the line know about the posting. Fully aware of her rationalization, she tried to hurry past the telephones. However, she could not assuage her desire to dial the number. Choosing the least conspicuous telephone available, Kimberly searched her purse for change. She dropped the coins into the slot and dialed the number.
"Lavender Excursions," a breathy female voice answered.
"You really do exist!" Kimberly exclaimed, surprised to learn that the number was legitimate. Or was it? Perhaps it was a sex service that Gino's was unknowingly giving free promotion. "Is this Lavender Excursions?" she asked.
"Yes," the woman replied. "How may I help you?"
"I saw your name and telephone number scribbled in a couple of places at Gino's Restaurant. I thought it might be a prank, so I decided to call and find out."
The woman chuckled. "It was probably one of our satisfied customers, wanting to share a good thing."
"And what is that 'good thing' this customer might want to be sharing?" Kimberly asked. Although a part of her was teasing, Kimberly's skepticism was evident in her voice.
"Our goal is to provide our customers with whatever they need.
Within reason," the woman added. "On occasion, we receive an impossible request, but mostly we're able to meet our customers'
needs."
Convinced this was a sex service of some sort, Kimberly decided she'd best end the call. "Well, I've learned everything I need to know," she told the woman. "Thank you for your time."
"Kimberly, your skepticism is understandable," the woman replied.
Startled at hearing her name, Kimberly paused. "How … how do you know my name?" she stammered. Before the woman could reply, it dawned on her. Pat wasn't late. She was playing one of her outlandish pranks on Kimberly! Blushing, she scanned the lobby, searching for her friend. "How much is Pat paying you to do this to me?" she asked the woman on the other end of the line.
"No one is paying us to do anything to you," the woman replied.
"This is a business. I might also remind you that you called us."
This threw Kimberly for a moment, but then she realized she'd probably had too much to drink and wasn't thinking very clearly. It had to be Pat. There was no other plausible explanation. "Come on,"
she demanded. "Where is Pat? Pat, are you listening?" she asked.
Taryn shifted the receiver to her other ear. She tapped her fingernails up and down on her desk, waiting for Kimberly to finish.
Taking a deep breath, she caught a wisp of perfume. The blue-eyed blonde sitting next to her smiled and winked at her. Taryn gazed appreciatively at the long legs stretched out in front of her. The woman parted her legs slightly and ran her fingers seductively up and down each one.
Taryn knew she was being teased, but she also knew she could have Jennifer Levine any time she wanted her. The way she fingered her clit and smiled so seductively, Taryn suspected someone else had already claimed Jennifer's cherry. The hungry look in her eyes suggested this was still new to her. Taryn felt certain she'd had a taste of the golden nectar and now she wanted more. She smiled and continued watching her, thinking Camarin had probably claimed her cherry.
Jennifer moved her tongue suggestively over her full pink lips. She winked at Taryn and slipped her hand underneath her skirt. Slowly she slid the hem higher and higher up her legs. She felt wicked and horny and could think of no one she'd rather fuck than Taryn Williams. She was the queen, the goddess of lesbian sex. Jennifer moaned, staring hungrily at Taryn's groin.
How would it be to close her lips over that gorgeous clit? Thinking there was nothing she'd rather do, Jennifer slipped to the floor and crawled over to Taryn's chair.
The exchange provided a nice shift of focus, a momentary reprieve from the distrustful client on the other end of the line. Taryn sighed and parted her legs, allowing Jennifer to caress her while she listened to Kimberly. This woman was top on her list of difficult clients, but Taryn knew that when she accepted her as a client. Taryn's motivation was not purely business because she knew that the difficult ones were sometimes the most enjoyable to tame.
Taryn drew a deep breath, smiled and pushed Jennifer's hand away from her wet, swollen cunt. It was time to entrap her prey.
"Kimberly, what do I need to do to convince you that Lavender Excursions is legitimate? We are a full fledged business and to my knowledge, we do not have any ties to someone named Pat."
Although she was tired and tipsy from drinking the wine on an empty stomach, Kimberly could not extricate herself from the call.
She thought for a moment. "Why don't you send me a brochure in the mail. If I'm interested I'll call you."
Taryn felt a rush surging through her bloodstream and into her already swollen clit. "I have a better suggestion," she told Kimberly.
"I'm sending a courier to the restaurant now. She'll give you a brochure to read. If you're interested, she can drive you over to meet with us and see what we have to offer."
She snapped her fingers to get Taylor's attention. Taylor was new and Taryn regretted sending her out for such a difficult client.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. She said to Kimberly, "The driver's name is Taylor Blythe. You can check her ID if you want. Should she look for you in the lobby?" Taryn asked. She was moving quickly, not wanting to allow Kimberly time to mull over the offer.
"I, uh…" Kimberly froze for a moment. This woman's voice was very persuasive and she sounded like someone Pat would solicit to help her. It seemed safe enough, so she decided to play along with the prank. "Yes, I'll wait in the lobby," she said. "But if she's not here in fifteen minutes I'm leaving, " she added.
Taryn grinned and motioned Taylor over. She jotted the address for Gino's Restaurant on a slip of paper and handed it to her. Placing her hand over the receiver, she whispered, "Handle this one with special care," she told her. "If she gives you a hard time, tell her she needs to talk to me. Which she will, of course," Taryn added. "I'm going to handle this one personally." A mischievous smile spread across her face as she thought of the possibilities ahead.
Taylor took the slip of paper and tipped her hat to Taryn. "I'll handle her with care," she said.
Taryn waved good-bye and returned her attention to Kimberly.
"The driver should be there within fifteen minutes," she informed her.
"Meantime, do you have any questions you'd like to ask?"
"Actually, I do. How much do you charge for this service?"
Taryn weighed her response very carefully. "The fee we charge is due and collectible after we complete our services. If for any reason the customer is not satisfied, the contract is void and no charges are due."
Kimberly rolled her eyes. "Pat, Pat," she muttered, shaking her head back and forth. "Is customer satisfaction guaranteed in the written contract?" she asked in her most earnest voice. She wanted Pat to believe she had her fooled.
"Yes, it is," Taryn informed her. "Taylor will give you a copy of our brochure and contract when she picks you up. I can tell you this, though. Our customers to date have been exceptionally pleased with our services. No one has refused to pay."
Trying to suppress a yawn, Kimberly suddenly realized how tired she was. How much longer could she hold up? "I'll give her ten more minutes, then I'm leaving," she told Taryn. Without giving her time to reply, Kimberly ended the call.
Taryn sighed and turned her attention back to Jennifer. She looked so delectable! Would she have time to engage in a little fantasy of her own tonight?
While Taryn mused, Kimberly gathered her things and turned to leave Gino's. Much to her surprise, she nearly collided with a short blond-haired woman. She measured about five foot three inches tall by Kimberly's estimates. Her head was barely level with Kimberly's chin and she was wearing a chauffeur's uniform. She reminded Kimberly of the jocks who played women's softball and soccer at her college.
"Kimberly?" the woman asked.
Kimberly gave her an affirmative nod.
Very politely, Taylor handed Kimberly a business card, a brochure and a copy of the contract. "I'll wait while you look this over," she informed her.
Kimberly perused the documents she'd been handed. It looked so real! She was very impressed with the time and money Pat must have spent on this. At this point, she felt it'd be mean to not go along with the prank a little while longer. She glanced at Taylor.
Taylor smiled and motioned for Kimberly to follow her. Although Kimberly did not fall into step behind her, Taylor continued walking.
Confident Kimberly would follow her, she patiently waited on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. Sure enough, less than two minutes passed before Kimberly joined her. Taylor walked to the car and opened the door for her.
Wordlessly, Kimberly climbed into the backseat. Her heart was racing and her body was pumping with adrenaline. Where was she going and what would be waiting for her? While musing over the possibilities, she found herself wondering if Lavender Excursions might be a real business. "Nah, couldn't be," she muttered. "How would they know my name?"
Taylor closed the passenger door and hurried to the driver's side.
Within seconds, the motor was humming and she was part of the busy downtown traffic. She breathed a sigh of relief when the freeway ramp appeared.
Sitting in the backseat, Kimberly gazed out the window. As they approached the outskirts of Chicago, she started fidgeting. She couldn't imagine their office being located in one of the affluent suburbs of Chicago. Yet that seemed to be where they were going. If this was a legitimate business, Kimberly figured they must ask an exorbitant fee for their services. How else could they afford such a select location?
Taylor watched Kimberly in the rearview mirror. She was a very attractive woman, someone Taylor imagined must be a lawyer or other highly paid professional. She looked to be about Taryn's height, five feet eight inches or so. What struck Taylor most about her was her face. She had very patrician features, offset by a mane of flaming red hair and large green eyes that seemed to bore right into your soul.
Taylor sighed and took the next exit. "It isn't much further," she told Kimberly.
As she turned into the long driveway of Morgan Estates, Taylor wondered who this woman was and what her excursion would be.
The possibilities were endless. Even more interesting was the way Taryn had ordered her to bring Kimberly to Morgan Estates. As far as Taylor knew, Taryn always met with clients at the office until they signed a contract. Oh, well, she thought to herself as she approached the guard gate. She stopped and flashed her identification card to the guard on duty. Recognizing Taylor from her previous trips in and out of the estate, he made a cursory glance and motioned her through.