The Women's Club

By C F Lacy

Camille Robinson, a paralegal, is excited when her law firm introduces a new partner—Barbara Norman. Barbara is everything Camille wishes she could be: sophisticated, powerful, and in control. Camille is charmed by the attorney and develops a crush on her.

One day, to Camille's surprise, Barbara invites her for a drink and takes her to a lavish secret club for women. Barbara asks if she would like to become a member. Camille can't believe her luck that she could be a member of such a club. Camille's excitement is short-lived when Barbara explains that she must pass an interview and initiation before being inducted into “The Women's Club.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: C F Lacy
• Release date: Feb 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310085925

C F Lacy

C.F.Lacy is a Los Angeles based writer of the offbeat short story series, “The Women's Club.”“The Women's Club” peeks into the lives of club members revealing unmentionable desires, hidden secrets, and human frailties. Lacy's tales reign with self help elements and surprises with blushing erotic tones.When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her daughter and husband of twenty-three years. She loves to read biographies and is presently catching up on Orange is the New Black, The Gilmore Girls, and Breaking Bad.

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CHAPTER ONE

Meet the New Partner

Ever since I can remember, I have always fantasized about women. In my dreams they would be intelligent, sophisticated, and no-nonsense, with a hint of mystery. Even when I was in the fourth grade, I remember Ms. Woodson picking up her ruler and threatening to take anyone in the hall if they did not behave or pay close attention to the lesson. Everybody in the classroom trembled whenever she picked up the ruler, but not me. My name is Camille Robinson. I am thirty-one years old, single, and tired of dating. I keep meeting one idiot after the other. The last fool pushed me over the edge. We were dating a year before I found out he was on parole for armed robbery, and it was only because his probation officer appeared at my door looking for him. He gave me a sob story about dropping out of high school, and how he got in with the wrong crowd when he was younger, but changed his life. I’m a reformed man. I believed him. Who was I to judge, right? People make mistakes. I’m not perfect either. I broke curfew and smoked weed in high school. Let’s not even talk about college. I partied the whole way through! Well, apparently, he missed the excitement from his younger days, because he got caught by the police leaving a jewelry store with thousands-of-dollars worth of rings. I still can’t believe my now ex-boyfriend is in prison, especially since he told me he was just going to the mall for new shoes.

So, I’m taking a break from dating!

I work as a paralegal at a major law firm. I had dreams of becoming a lawyer like my dad, but soon became bored with the idea. Of course, my father was disappointed, but he got over it. At work, the secretaries are usually trading stories about their bosses, whom they are terrified of. I blame them because they are always coming to the office discussing their marriages, boyfriends, children, etc. My philosophy is to be strictly professional. Once you get personal, you open yourself up to problems. Nobody in the office knows anything about me except for the information on my application and I like it that way. Well, that is what I always thought until Barbara Norman came aboard.

One of the partners calls an early morning meeting to introduce her to the firm. It’s about time we got a female attorney, I think. She is maybe forty-five, with a beautiful smile and full lips that women pay plastic surgeons to get. She is striking—tall, lean, with an athletic frame, shoulder-length hair, high cheekbones, perfectly plucked brows, and eyes that are alluring pools of darkness. She oozes style, with tailored suits that reek of expensive price tags from exclusive shops, and her scent is woodsy, with a blend of flowers and a hint of musk. If I were to guess, I’d say she’s wearing Shalimar by Guerlain. I have a serious crush! Most of the women in the office are envious and always have something negative to say: I don’t like that blouse she’s wearing today, She’s probably one of those women who spend all her money on clothes, She better not come in here thinking she can tell me what to do! I listen to their trash talk and say nothing. They don’t like me either, so I’m in good company.

I go out of my way to introduce myself to Barbara Norman. I’m nervous, but I do it anyway. Every morning I say, Good morning, Barbara, with a huge smile on my face. For weeks, she gives me a quick warm smile and says, Good morning. Imagine how I feel the day she says, Good morning, Camille. I am elated! She remembers my name! I’m not audacious enough to try anything else; I’m just caught up in a fantasy in my own head. One day like usual we go through the motions of greeting one another, but something is different. She says hello, but she’s saying more with her eyes and they seem to be checking me out. Am I imagining this? I don’t want to stand there like an idiot, because I’m not sure what is taking place. I don’t know how to pick up a woman. Maybe I’m hallucinating. I did take some Benadryl earlier for my sinuses…maybe that’s it. No longer feeling comfortable, I excuse myself and go directly to the ladies room. I splash water on my face and grab a paper towel to dry it. I stare in the mirror. I’m pretty. I’m getting used to the new bangs