Lesbian Bondage: Mixing Business with Pleasure

By Rebecca Stone

"Mmmmm ...," she purred, draining half the can on her first draw. She surprised me by grabbing my arm and pulling me close to her, kissing me full on the lips. My lips instinctively parted, and I could taste her peachy lip balm and the hops from her beer. It was a quick kiss that neither of us treated as anything sexual. It was just Ally being Ally."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Stone
• Release date: Dec 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005246020

Rebecca Stone

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Lesbian Bondage: Mixing Business with Pleasure

By Rebecca Stone

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entire coincidental

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Somewhere in the South -- Present Day

One Week Later

Two Weeks Later

The Monday after the Party

One Year Later

Somewhere in the South -- Present Day

It was a hot and muggy Friday afternoon, a typical one for a town in the southern part of Georgia. High, wispy clouds and a bright sun led me to one inescapable conclusion -- pool time. We were wrapping up another end of the week meeting, rehashing our sales goals and identifying new prospective clients for our team to pursue. My butt was starting to hurt in the uncomfortable conference room chair.

I took the job as a sales person because it was the only offer I got after six months of looking. I spent the previous twenty years as a stay at home mom, and my re-entry into the workplace gave me limited options. I was actually a teacher by trade and had no formal training in sales. I always struggled to meet my sales goals, but somehow I limped along the past two years with mediocre performance reviews.

My best friend Ally and I were trying to pay attention to our new sales manager, a lithesome flaming redhead, with a fiery temper to match, but our eyes kept wandering to the conference room window, and the freedom of the outside.

Juliet Andrews, our new sales director, was droning on, and I heard nothing but snippets of her presentation as my mind faded in and out. She was a turnaround specialist, most recently as sales director for a major pharmaceutical company. She had written a book about turning around a sales department, and her legendary tactics were widely employed by sales directors. Of course, as I found out, all of her tricks of the trade weren't revealed in her book, which therefore made her in high demand for her entire career.

She wanted to move closer to home to be with her immediate family so she relocated to our town. Our sales department had been dragging of late, and the company felt fortunate to have such a qualified person step in to re-energize that function. The people in the sales department were a fun loving group, and maybe I hadn't given it my all with the distractions of my newly found sex life and Juliet's lax predecessor, Dan Hogan.

... and in the West Region, we expect an uptick in volume due to ....

I was jarred when a coffee cup slammed against the conference room table.

Karen! Juliet was staring at me, her eyes burning. What planet are you on?

I had to pull it together, and quickly.

umm ... Earth? I replied, trying not to sound like a smartass. All eyes in the conference room were trained on me, not unlike a flock of sheep, watching one of their own get carved out of the herd by a hungry coyote.

Then tell me what I just said.

Well ... umm ... the West Region .... My voice faltered. I hadn't heard much of what she had said for the past half hour. It was time to get my drink on, and whatever else Ally had planned for the weekend. It was not the time to get grilled by my new boss in front of my colleagues.

And?

She was leaning forward on the conference room table. For some unexplained reason I was looking at her impressive breasts, partially exposed as her blouse drooped down. My mind was drawing a blank.

And ... I don't know. I'm sorry Ms. Andrews, I may have missed what you just said.

Ms. Andrews ... Ms. Juliet Andrews ... took the place of Dan Hogan, who recently accepted a transfer, and a promotion, to head our regional office in St. Louis. In truth, what I heard, was that he was sent out to the hinterlands when he lost control of the sales department. She was an attractive woman in her 30's, wavy red hair, and a lean physique with attention getting breasts. The male contingent in our group was already joking behind her back that her hills were alive ... and jiggling, with the sound of music.

Of course none of that salacious talk ever reached her ears. That would have meant castration ... or worse. And no one called her Julie. No one. Juliet was as hard ass as they came, making even me wish that Dan was still our boss.

Fall asleep in my meeting again and it'll be reflected on your next performance review. Is that clear Ms. Barnett?

Crystal, I replied. I felt like I was ten inches tall.

Then she announced to the group, Because of Ms. Barnett's short attention span, we'll go over the sales goals again.

It was 4:45, and there was a collective groan in the conference room. Eyes shooting daggers were aimed at me. I tried to curl up in the fetal position in my chair. I don't think