The Assistant: A Steamy Lesbian Romance

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Mia was outgoing and gregarious, but making sure she was never in the company of unattached men meant she spent a lot more time with her women friends. They were all high-powered executives like she was and many were lesbians. As the divorce dragged on it became almost inevitable that one of them would put a move on her and to her surprise Mia found herself in bed with a longtime friend and business associate named Elaine. Her first step had been the discovery she enjoyed s*x with another woman.

For a while she thought of herself as bi, but when Wilbert finally relented and gave her the divorce she made her second discovery, she didn’t really like men. She had taken three male lovers in a very short period of time only to discover that they did nothing for her compared to the women she was also seeing. Mia’s second discovery, that she was gay carried her to her next one.

No longer tied to her close circle of friends and free to pursue lovers at her leisure she discovered that she was a top. She first realized she was a top when she took a little programmer from work home for an evening. Mia had assumed she was a bottom because she loved s*x with her top friends so much, but that first night with a true submissive had made it readily apparent she was better suited to control than she was to being controlled. That had been six months ago and she had gone out and purchased a strapon dildo, but she never got to use it. Her new lover turned out to be part of a drug ring that was stealing trial lots of psychotropics from the company’s warehouse. Her new lover was actually the ring’s inside person who altered the computer records to cover the thefts.

The thieves were caught by internal security and rather than face a series of scandals, including her new predilection, Mia worked out a deal to let them all go if they kept quiet. That had lead to her breakdown and indirectly to her next discovery. For three long months she had languished in a crisis ward. At first there had been many visitors, friends, family, associates, but after the second week only one person came to see her regularly. Heather came every evening, rain or shine and spent at least an hour with her. Forbidden by the doctors to discuss business they had talked about everything else and Mia had learned a great deal about her PA.

Much had not been said, but the intelligent and perceptive CEO had read between the lines. Jimbo was a complete scumbag, in Mia’s opinion. He abused his doting wife, spent his days squandering their little money on drinks and powerball at the local bars and occasionally sold drugs to make extra cash for himself. Was it then? Mia asked herself. Yes, definitely it was then that she realized she had developed a crush on her pretty PA. When she found herself hating Jimbo Wilson intensely for the pain and suffering and humiliation he caused such a gentle soul.

She paused as she removed her delicate silk bra. And now? she asked herself. Yes, it was just now that she admitted to herself that it had gone far beyond a crush; she was hopelessly in love with Heather. Mia tossed the bra on the bed and her fingers had just found the zipper on her skirt when a red warning on the computer screen caught her eye. She moved closer and read it a second time just to be sure she wasn’t dreaming.

If side effects are present do not consume Alcohol as it may intensify the effects.

Intensify? Lets see, it makes you horny, super sensitive and not too concerned with what you have to do to satisfy that itch? Mia smiled and shook her head. You couldn’t have made a drug that is more what I need, she thought. She had tried so hard to make Heather see her as more than a friend and boss. Mia had progressed from subtle hints and offhand compliments to leaving a lesbian romance novel on her desk for a week, but Heather never responded at all.

A call to her folks had been revealing. Mia had pretended it was for a reference as Heather was being considered for a promotion. Her mother described her daughter as pretty, vivacious and full of life. Her father had proven to be a redneck, in the worst sense of the word. He was glad she had married a “real” man like Jimbo and not the “art fag” she had been seeing at school. He loved his son-in-law, especially for staying with Heather after the doctors told her she couldn’t have children. Mia had been forced to take the rest of the day off and go home to shower; she had felt so incredibly dirty after talking to the man. After that Mia had given up on ever getting Heather into her bed and contented herself with slowly trying to rebuild the girl’s shattered self-esteem. She had tried unsuccessfully to get Heather to spruce up her drab wardrobe, but to no avail.

“Alcohol may intensify the effect eh?” she said out loud.

Mia stood stock still, the zipper of her skirt forgotten. In her mind’s eye she saw Heather Wilson spread eagle and naked in her bed. The girl’s n*****s were hard and her p***y gaped open, screaming for attention. She had that same far away expression Mia had witnessed in the car. Mia’s mind snapped back to the present when her dream Heather softly moaned out her name. The CEO’s n*****s were hard and the aureoles puckered, she wondered how long she had been standing there daydreaming.

She finished unzipping her skirt and noticed the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her silky panties. Mia lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and with rapid, demanding strokes brought herself to orgasm. When she rose she went and took a quick shower. Her movements had become purposeful and rapid. Once bathed, she wrapped one of the hotel’s robes around herself and called room service. After the bellhop arrived she took the cup of steaming coffee from the tray and sat at the table. The red warning on her screen seemed to beckon her. Mia Takashi had not made it to the top of her industry by being squeamish. There were always moral and ethical compromises that a successful CEO had to make. Mia had made so many of them she no longer even considered them. This one she did consider, but when she remembered the bruises on Heather’s arm her face became hard.

She picked up the phone and called Heather’s room.

“Yes?” the soft voice replied. Mia’s breath caught in her throat, the girl sounded like she was about to orgasm and it turned the older woman on immensely.

“Hey, I feel like going out to dinner tonight, want to come?” Mia asked, hoping her own voice was under control.

“Sure.”

“Great, I know a little Italian place, I’ll come get you around seven,” Mia said. Once she hung up the phone she smiled wickedly.

“And if I am lucky, I will be cumming by ten,” she said to herself.

Her plan was simple. First she would make sure Heather took her medicine. She had an inkling that the conservative young woman would decide to stop rather than face the embarrassment her arousal caused her. Next, Mia would take her to a romantic little restaurant and ply her with drinks. If she were lucky, that would lead to coming back to her place and a seduction. Mia was nothing if not confident and she was sure that if she ever got her lovely personal assistant’s panties off Heather would never go back to the Bozo. She loved Heather and having her lover and soulmate as her co-worker would make her life complete. She was tired of the games, tired of chasing girls, she wanted something permanent and she wanted it with Heather Wilson.

Her only problem was Jimbo. Scumbag though he was he had his claws in the little blonde. He wouldn’t let her go and he had done such a thorough job of trampling her self-esteem he would be hard to compete with. He would have to be removed from the picture if her long-term plans were to succeed. She had a few innovative ideas on how to do that. Mia’s face became cold and her eyes were as hard as flints while she dialed a long distance number.

“Elaine Marquette, attorney at law,” the receptionist said.

“May I speak to Ms. Marquette,” Mia asked.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Marquette is in consultation, may I take a message?”

“Tell her Mia Takashi is on the line and it’s long distance,” Mia said.

“Hold please,” the pleasant voice replied and was replaced with Beethoven’s third. After a few moments she heard a click.

“Mia darling, what can I do for you?”

“Hello beautiful. I need a favor. Are you still banging that cute little DA? What’s her name?”

“Victoria? Yes, I am still f*****g her. In fact we are in consultation right now,” the amused voice came back

“Say hello to Ms. Mia my dear,” Elaine said into the receiver.

“Hello Ms. Takashi,” a strained voice dutifully called.

“Good darling,” Elaine said as she returned the receiver to her ear.

“I assume “consultation” means she is under your desk eating your p***y?” Mia had to say with a grin playing at her lips.

“Actually Victoria has been quite naughty. She refused a plea bargain with one of my clients, so now I am going to have to go to court and waste my valuable time,” Elaine said petulantly. There was another click and the hollow resonance Mia recognized as a speakerphone.

“There we go, tell Ms. Mia where you are Victoria,”

“I am bent over mistress’s desk, Ms. Mia,” the strained voice replied.

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re f*****g me,” the voice breathed with a groan.

“Tell Ms. Mia where,”

“In my tight little ass,” the voice came back. There was a grunt that sounded like it forced the air from the poor girl’s lungs.

“And what am I f*****g you with?”

“A dildo,”

“Which one?” Elaine said. Mia could hear the tension in her friend’s voice and the rhythmic slapping of her hips against the DA’s backside.

“The big one,” Victoria whimpered.

“Now, what can I do for you?” Elaine said as she picked the receiver back up. Mia outlined what she needed.

“That’s positively devious. May I ask what this man has done to you?” Elaine said when Mia had finished. The dark haired woman saw no reason to lie, but she also knew Elaine. If she said she was in love with Heather it would hurt her standing with the high-powered attorney, to whom love was a sign of weakness. Better to sound like a horny top than a love sick waif Mia decided.

“He’s married to my secretary and I can’t get the little b***h’s legs spread until he is out of the way,” Mia said. Elaine cackled with delight.

“I’m going to put you back on speaker dear. You just tell Little Miss. Smarty Pants here exactly what you want. I’ll make sure the message is driven home,”

“I’m sure you will,” Mia said chuckling. As she waited for her friend to transfer back to speakerphone she made a promise. This I am going to do for you Heather, even if you end up despising me. He won’t ever hit you again.