Simply Sara

by Robin Pentecost

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Chapter 6

On Monday, Sara found herself back in the office, back in harness. The weekend had left her feeling happy and satisfied, and she went to work with optimism and energy. Except for her usual, slightly difficult encounters with Mr. Henry Jefferson, Monday passed quickly and she was able to make considerable progress on two new projects, as well as on the planning for Steve Calvin´s conference.

       She had dinner with Ken and spent the night at his apartment. On Tuesday morning, she put on a different outfit she had brought with her. Ken was one of those men who wakes up early and eager, so when she sat at her desk with her first cup of office coffee she could still feel the warmth of sex inside her. For a few moments she thought about it, her legs crossed and her thigh muscles squeezing together. Then she went on with her work.

       Later that day, Mr. Jefferson called her into his office. She sat in the chair he indicated and waited while he fussed with his pencils and the precisely placed items on his desk. Finally he looked at her. Not precisely in the eye; he rarely did. His gaze was fixed on her throat. Sara thought that he chose looking there so he would not have to meet her eyes, yet could not be accused of looking at her breasts.

       “Ms. Compton – Sara,’ he said, in his irritating manner, “I am going to be making some management changes in the near future, and I want you to understand why I am making them. I want you to know that your work has always been of the highest quality. You know that your reviews have been very good.

       “At the same time, I am sometimes concerned about the way you handle our customers. I feel you may sometimes become personally involved with some of them. As you know, I do not intend that our hotel should become known as one where our personnel act in an unprofessional manner.’

       “Mr. Jefferson, have you had any complaints about my work? I believe you have received several letters from my customers which speak well of my service and that reflect well on the hotel.’ Sara had learned not to let the little man push her around.  

       “No, of course not, and as you know, those letters are fully reflected in your records.’ He gestured at a personnel file on his desk that was clearly hers. “It is just that I think it is time that we continued your development here, and so I´m putting you in charge of our Building Department. As you know, this position is usually filled by a man but I am certain you will be able to handle any aspect of it. And of course, I am always available with assistance if you need it. I will be asking you to take over there as soon as this conference you are working on is completed.’

       There was nothing Sara could do, so she said nothing. In a while she was back in her office. Jefferson had indeed been moving people around to be certain they each learned all aspects of the business. But she had been in the business ten years and had done her time in the Building Department; long enough to know that, for her, the Building Department was a dead end. Besides, she was good at her job in Sales and had one of the best records in the company, both for new business and for getting the projects that she sold done correctly. There was no question in her mind that Jefferson was getting her out of sight so she could never again meet another Steve Calvin.

       Tuesday night was always Jerry. He and his wife had an open marriage and this was a night out for him. He spent it at Sara´s and they always enjoyed it.

       Jerry told her about the other women he slept with and would sometimes tell her about experiences he heard from his wife. It seemed that she had regular boyfriends and on Tuesdays she entertained them at home. Jerry seemed to enjoy telling Sara about his own and his wife´s adventures. Sara both enjoyed them herself and enjoyed the enthusiasm telling them seemed to give Jerry. She often wondered if Jerry´s wife might be someone like her and thought about trying to meet her. But she never mentioned it to Jerry because somehow she sensed that he didn´t want the two of them to meet.

       ‘One of these years I´m going to figure this all out,´ she promised herself Wednesday morning as she soaped Jerry´s back in the shower. It was a promise she made often.

       Wednesday there was Staff Meeting, and she sat through the morning listening to Jefferson speaking in something between a drone and a whine. When she returned to her office after lunch, there was a message from Steve Calvin.

       Sara looked at the message slip and felt sharp pang of desire. It was almost like a reflex: think of Steve, get hot. Sara closed her office door. Ever since Jefferson´s remark about holding hands, she had kept the blinds on the glass wall of her office closed. She dialed Steve´s number. He picked up the phone immediately. His voice registered real pleasure when she gave her name.

       “Sara, it´s really nice to talk to you. Thanks for calling back. Have you got a few minutes to talk?’

       “Well, my door´s closed, Steve, and yes, I have a little time.’ Sara said.

       “First, Sara, Friday night was one of the best nights I´ve ever spent. I mean that and I want you to know that it meant a lot to me,’ Steve said, sounding somehow embarrassed.

       “Steve, are you trying tell me that you still respect me?’ Sara replied; she had to fight to keep from giggling. “Thank you. But don´t forget that I agreed to everything, and I´m sure you could tell I enjoyed every minute of it. I really appreciate your saying that, though. Now, are you just trying to set me up for a return engagement or do you want me to take on the whole convention?’ By now, Sara was completely permeated with desire. She reached into a desk drawer for some tissues, using one to mop the perspiration from her forehead; the other went in her crotch.

       “Yes, yes, I know I set you up. I´m sorry I set you up, but I´m not sorry about how it turned out. When I first saw you, I thought, ‘That´s one sexy woman´, and I wondered if the real you was as good as the advertising. It was. And then on Friday night, I could see you really did enjoy it and that was the icing on the cake. A return engagement is a very good idea, but that´s the problem.’

       “You´re getting married to your childhood sweetheart,’ Sara said with unconscious viciousness.

       “Take it easy, Sara,’ Steve retorted, sounding annoyed. “That´s not it at all. I´ve been pulled off the assignment, that´s what, and I won´t be coming back in your direction for a while. I wanted you to know about it and why, so you wouldn´t think I was trying to avoid you or something like that.’

       “Sorry, Steve, sometimes a girl jumps to conclusions. I´m sorry about the cheap shot and I´m really sorry about the change. What´s up?’

       “Hold on a second while I close my door.’ Returning a moment later, Steve said, “The guy who is running the other side of this conference, in the East, screwed up. I got the job of pulling his chestnuts out of the fire – I just hope I don´t get my nuts burned. I´m taking my whole team, so you won´t see them again, either.’

       “Steve, I don´t think I did see them very much. By the time they came in Friday night I wasn´t seeing, just feeling. It took me until Sunday morning to remember their names,’ she confessed with a laugh. “But that means I´ll have to deal with a whole new group from your side. Won´t that be a problem?’

       “Well,’ Steve said, “the thing is so serious that my boss will lead your team, so he´ll know most of the details. I´ve told him that what he doesn´t know, you probably know already. I told him he could trust you completely, and I know we can. You´re a real pro,’ Steve hesitated for a second and laughed. “And I´m not talking about the other thing.’

       Sara laughed, too. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Steve, and you should know that Mr. Henry Jefferson is taking me out of Sales and Conferences after your meeting and putting me into the Building Department. I´m not very happy about it and I may look for another job.’

       As she said it for the first time, Sara realized it was true. She pushed the thought aside to ask another question that was on her mind.

       “But Steve, one thing I don´t understand is that you seem to feel that Friday evening was so particularly special. It was special for me. I mean, I´d never taken on three guys before, and I really enjoyed it, but you seem to be saying something else.’

       “Yes, I am. I decided that you´re one of those special women who need a lot of sex. I´ll bet you get laid as often as you can manage it, am I right?’

       “Yes,’ Sara replied warily.

       “Please, don´t get defensive, Sara. I want you to know that your strong sex drive and your willingness to fuck any man you like well enough – I´m right about that, aren´t I? ...’

       Sara grunted agreement.

       “... is one of the really important things I like about you. It´s important to me for reasons I´ll explain later. When we´re together again. The trouble is that right now I´m so rushed I can hardly take even this time to tell you that you mean a lot to me. Will you accept that and wait until we can talk it all out?’

       Sara agreed, and they continued to talk for some time, making arrangements for the change of personnel and other details. When they were finished Steve said, “Sara, I won´t forget you. You did something special for me that night, and I want you to know that. I like you, Sara, and I want you to be happy and to have good luck. More important, I want us to get together again.’ He hung up the phone and Sara sat for a long moment.

       “I like you, too, Steve,’ Sara said into the humming handset. “I like you a lot.’

       After she hung up the phone, Sara sat for some time, thinking about Steve and about the night they had spent together. Then she opened her door and began the paperwork on the changes that would take place for the conference.

.oOo.

       Wednesday night was Milton. Thursday was a busy day, followed by Ernst.

       On Friday, Jefferson nearly cost her one of her best accounts because of his nasty attitude and eternal meddling in things he wasn´t up-to-date on. After she had calmed her client down, she went to Jefferson´s office and walked in without knocking. Jefferson looked up in surprise when she stood in front of his desk.

       “You came that close,’ Sara said, thrusting her hand in his face, her two fingers nearly touching. “You came that close to losing that account for us. From now on, until you stick me in Siberia with the Building Department, don´t talk to my customers and stay out of my department. If you want to fire me now, go ahead.’

       Sara waited a few seconds for an answer and, getting none, left the office and the hotel. Her date was Richard, and he found himself mildly surprised but not a bit displeased by her passion.

       She spent Saturday naked, as usual, with the newspaper and looking through the trade magazines for job offers. She wrote up a resume, got dressed and took it out to be printed. She had a computer in her apartment and began writing letters in reply to the ads. When Ralph arrived at her door, she was still fully dressed. Ralph undressed her and made love to her and helped her make supper. Then, just like the previous weekend, he made love to her again.

       In the morning, after they had enjoyed after-breakfast sex on the bed, Sara said, “We always seem to do the same thing, Ralph, on Saturday night. I hope you´re not bored with me.’ Sara was only partly fooling. It did occur to her that Ralph might have more on his mind every Saturday night than sex.

       “When I get bored with your wonderful body, Sara, and the wonderful way you love to use it, I´ll let you know. And then we can think what to do about it. If you want to go out some Saturday, I know you´ll tell me. And the same goes here. It´s just I can´t see wasting time on boy-girl stuff when we both know we want man-woman stuff. We found that out when we first met.’

       “Fortunately, it didn´t take very long,’ said Sara, recalling that it had been her first ‘hunting weekend´ in town and they had hurried to her place after finishing only half their first drink together.

       After Ralph left, Sara finished her letter writing and went out onto the balcony to put on her regular Sunday show. She read the Sunday paper, tearing out a few new ads and started reading a new book. The warmth and peaceful quiet lulled her.

       She dozed, and before she knew it Teddy was crouched, naked, beside her lounge, munching on her oily breasts. She pulled his head to her, then reached for his penis. It got hard quickly, and Sara rolled off the lounge, mounting him, taking him deep inside her. They made love right there on the floor of the balcony – almost, but probably not completely, out of sight. Sara thought briefly about her audience; she normally didn´t have sex out here for fear of crossing some unknown boundary. Teddy made her forget all about it very quickly and they worked happily together on their first serious orgasms.

.oOo.

       The next few weeks were like all other weeks, full of the same and the different. Sara threw herself into the added work for Steve´s conference and believed she succeeded in establishing a good relationship with the new customer team that included Steve´s boss, Jim Wright.

       Once or twice each week Sara would get a call from Steve. He was rushed, clearly pushed almost beyond endurance, and they seldom had time to talk about anything but business. Nevertheless, the feeling between them grew and there was always affection in Steve´s voice when they spoke.

       Sara got into the habit of closing her door before calling Steve and as soon as she was sure they had the line to themselves, would talk dirty to him.

       “Hi, Steve,’ she might say, “is your cock ready for some of my hungry pussy?’ Sara always chose something new, something completely unexpected to say, to suggest.

       Steve caught on to the game quickly and when he called Sara would begin his conversation with something like, “Do you remember when I ate you out after our gang bang? Delicious!’ Their conversations always left Sara dripping and horny.

       Besides the telephone calls which were mainly business-oriented, Sara thought of Steve often, recalling their dinner together, their work together – and of course the wonderful evening of lust they had shared. Sara decided she was developing what she privately called a ‘teen-age crush´ on Steve. But, it felt awfully good.

       She continued to write letters in answer to ads but did not get much response. She knew from experience not to expect much from newspaper ads. The trade magazine ads gave her a better return, but they really didn´t get very far, either.

       Jerry was replaced by Bob for a couple Tuesdays, until Jerry´s wife found a new friend to warm her bed those nights. Teddy went on vacation and Sara had to make do with Jeff, who was delighted with the opportunity. She met a new man – Bill – and spent a Friday night with him. She thought of Friday as her ‘option night´.

       She talked to others she knew in the business and to those in the company she could trust, using her network of friends to look for another job. After about two weeks, she got an interview with an executive of another chain of hotels who was in town. She didn´t hear anything further from them until, finally, she got the usual, polite, turn-down letter.

       One day, she got a call from one of her friends in another of her company´s hotels. “Sara, old buddy,’ the woman said, “you have a problem. Jefferson has put the word out that you don´t get along with people. I know that´s bullshit, but there´s nothing you or I can do about it. I´m afraid it´s going to be tough on you.’

       On a Thursday evening, Sara got another call from Steve that, as always, began with a preposterous and unlikely proposition. They talked mostly business, but at the end of the conversation, Sara said, “Steve, you said once that we´d get back together. Were you serious?’

       “You bet I was, Sara,’ Steve replied. “It´s just that, right now, I can´t plan anything until this conference thing is out of the way. That makes me think, how is your job search going?’

       Sara told him that not much was happening and about the news that she was being bad-mouthed by Jefferson.

       “I once told you I would take care of that little shit, and I will,’ Steve said.

       “Yes, and thanks,’ Sara replied. “But I can handle him, and I´ve really gotten sort of serious about finding something else that will give me the experience I need and won´t get here. I´m not taking his games lying down.’

       “Just don´t go anywhere without telling me, will you?’ Steve asked.

       “No, Steve, I won´t,’ she said, and hung up. Sara thought, ‘Just from a telephone call with him I get all soppy and hot. What´s wrong with me, anyway?´