The Assistant: A Steamy Lesbian Romance

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

As she hung up the phone Heather realized she had nothing to wear. She was sitting in a chair wearing one of the hotel’s robes and a worn pair of cotton panties. The robe was open so it didn’t touch her breasts and the crotch of her panties was soaked. Heather pulled her hand back from her crotch and frowned. That’s the fourth time in an hour, she thought. First when I was watching TV, then when I was trying to read, later when I was looking out the window and just now when I was talking to my sexy boss, what’s come over me? She clenched her hands tightly on the wooden arms of her chair, as if that would make them behave.

“My sexy boss?” she asked out loud. Where on earth did that come from? she thought. Well, I guess she is pretty sexy, I mean with that body and those eyes and her presence and all. And of course she is so nice and friendly and sweet. I guess I could see how a guy would go for her. Of course Jim didn’t like her, but he had never seen her dressed up. Heather remembered the one time Jim had seen her employer. Last week Heather had stayed late to help with the paperwork for this week’s conference. She had been riding the train for the last few days because the car was dead and they didn’t have any money to fix it. Jim kept saying he would do it and had gotten angry when she offered to call a mechanic so Heather just walked and rode the train now.

It has started to storm before they were done and Mia had refused to let her walk home in the rain. Of course she had asked Mia in, it was only polite. She remembered the two of them, soaked and giggling bursting into the house to find Jim passed out drunk in his stained boxers and a ratty t-shirt. Heather had been so embarrassed, but Mia had just laughed it off. Jim had thrown an almost empty beer can at them and cursed before rolling back over and passing out again. Heather remembered how Mia looked then, black hair falling softly on her face and dusted with droplets of water, eyes laughing happily. She remembered how she had easily been able to see the peach bra Mia wore under the wet white blouse….

A jagged bolt of pleasure shot through her and Heather moaned. She looked down in horror to find her hand gently stroking the wet crotch of her panties. Heather snatched her hand away from her p***y like it burned and muttered to herself. No more anti-depressant, she swore as she stood and hurried to the bathroom. The pretty blonde ran a cold shower and stood under the frigid water, hoping it would somehow cool the fires burning in her body. If anything the water had the opposite effect, making her already sensitive n*****s stand out rigidly from her small aureoles. She got out of the shower and dried off then collapsed on her bed. There was no way she could go through the rest of the afternoon like this.

Closing her eyes, she hesitantly began to caress her sensitive breasts. She slid one hand down and began to gently stroke her already wet lips. She hurriedly stroked herself, pushing for orgasm as quickly as she could get it. Much like intercourse with Jim she had learned to will herself to orgasm quickly or do without. More often than not she did without, unless he had been hitting the coke. The s*x was wonderful then, but he was so mean when on drugs it wasn’t worth it.

Heather imagined herself having s*x with a partner who thoroughly f****d her. She was fast approaching her orgasm when her dream lover looked up. Even as the first contraction hit her, Heather’s eyes shot open in horror. Her dream lover’s face had been none other than her beautiful oriental boss. The orgasm she experienced was stronger than any she had ever known before.

Heather slept afterwards and awoke feeling more or less herself. It was nearly six o’clock and she rose slowly and blinked hard. She had had the most erotic dreams, all centered on her dark haired boss. She felt no burning need now, and for the first time that day her n*****s were not stiff. Heather glanced at her few clothes and cringed. She always dressed down and tired not to show her natural beauty. Jim got so angry when she used makeup or wore anything revealing. She told herself she should be flattered by his jealousy, but she did sometimes wish she had nice things like she wore back in college.

Heather picked up the heavy, ugly bra that Jim had ordered for her and began the complicated procedure for putting it on. The heavy material, straps and buckles were designed to flatten her chest. It was painful at first, but over time she had become used to its constrictive grip. Plain cotton panties that were wearing thin in places were next and then her last pair of panty hose. She was happy to see they didn’t have a run in them, not that she showed her legs often anyway. Heather kept a small portion of each paycheck for her wardrobe. She thought she kept it well hidden, but apparently Jim had found it and so she was having to scrape by until next payday. She only owned one dress, a large sacklike one that had a pretty floral print on it. She washed her face carefully and put her hair back. Looking into the mirror she forced a smile. It wasn’t pretty, but it was the way her man wanted her to dress so she did it without a complaint.

There was a knock at the door and Heather rushed to open it. She tried very hard not to stare as Mia smiled at her. The oriental woman wore a jade green silk dress that hugged every curve. It fell to mid thigh and her long legs were encased in black stockings. A silver anklet set off high heels in the same color as the dress and silver dragon earrings accentuated her beautiful face. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that Heather felt ugly just being near her.

“Oh Mia, I didn’t realize we were going some place that ritzy. Can’t we just get a pizza or something?”

“Of course not, I’ve already made reservations at Toni’s for nine,” Mia said easily.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything to wear, I wasn’t expecting to go out someplace nice,” Heather said hesitantly, but her boss took her hand and locked eyes with her.

“Would it have mattered?” Mia said in a soft tone.

“Well, of course it would have I…”

“You what? Would have found an excuse not to go? I bet that’s the only dress you own isn’t it?” Mia said, her voice still soft. Heather nodded and put her head down.

“Let’s go down to the galleria and fix that,” Mia said.

“Oh Mia, I can’t. Jim found my wardrobe money. I can’t even afford new stockings,” Heather said despondently.

“He hasn’t found mine,” her boss said with a wink, “but first here’s your medicine.”

Mia watched closely as Heather took the bottle of pills. She looked at it dubiously and then set it on the nightstand.

“Shouldn’t you take one before we go out?” Mia asked innocently.

“I don’t think I am going to take them anymore,” Heather said hesitantly.

“Of course you are,” Mia said as she went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water. She opened the bottle and poured out one of the blue pills and handed it to her secretary. As soon as Heather looked up and opened her mouth to protest, Mia was ready.

“I won’t take no for an answer Heather. Taking yourself off of prescribed medication is dangerous. You can stop taking them once you see your doctor, if he feels it’s necessary, but you are too valuable for me to loose you for any period of time,” Mia said sternly. She felt an inner sense of triumph when Heather smiled at the compliment and took the pill. Mia surreptitiously slipped the bottle into her PA’s purse while she was putting the glass away.

“Come on,” Mia said handing Heather her ugly purse and pushing her out the door.

The conference center had a mall built into it. The stores were all very expensive and Mia sensed Heather growing anxious as they entered. She had already scoped out the place and intentionally steered them past a small bar.

“How bout a drink before we start?’ Mia said casually.

“I don’t think I can drink while on my medicine,” Heather said.

“I don’t remember any warnings, check the bottle,” Mia said. She knew there would be no warning, she had carefully peeled off the little sticker herself.

“I don’t have it with me,”

“Yes you do, you stuck it into your purse after you took you pill, don’t you remember?” Mia said. Heather fished in her purse and seemed puzzled when she found the bottle. She seemed even more puzzled when she could find no warning label on it.

“See?” Mia said and guided the still confused woman into the bar. They both had a drink and then Mia dragged Heather over to the high-end lingerie shop. Mia tried to control her heartbeat as she moved to the hosiery rack and selected a pair of sheer black stockings. She made sure they weren’t stay ups before handing them to Heather. Heather accepted them and then blushed a deep red.

“Oh, I don’t wear stocking stockings, I meant pantyhose,” she said. She seemed to be less ill at ease and Mia decided to press her luck.

“In that case we will have to get you a garterbelt or two won’t we?”

“Oh, I couldn’t!” Heather protested, but her eyes were sparkling as she surveyed all the feminine things around her.

“Of course you can, grab a basket and since I am buying you will just have to let me choose won’t you?” Mia said. Her tone was still kind, but she added just a bit of sternness. It wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t quite a request either.

“I guess so,” Heather said doubtfully. Mia selected one in black and one in white and added three more pairs of stockings to the basket Heather now carried.

“Now for bras, what size do you take?”

“Oh, they won’t have the kind of bra I wear here,” Heather said.

“Of course they do, what size are you?” Mia asked.

“34-D,” Heather murmured so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

“Pardon me?” Mia said in disbelief. She had only asked to get her sexy little PA to loosen up and talk. She had guessed the young woman wore a B cup, at the very most a C.

“I wear a 34-D,” she said quietly, “Jimbo said I looked like a cow, so he got me special bras from online. That’s why I knew they wouldn’t have the kind I wear here,” Heather said in a very small voice. Mia was caught between insane anger and a wildly rising lust. She couldn’t even imagine t**s like that on Heather’s petite frame. The very thought sent her own hormones raging. On the other hand she wanted to kill the heartless son of a b***h who would say something like that to such a sensitive young woman.

What kind of man could be that cruel, Mia asked herself in disbelief. The same kind who raises hell when she uses makeup, refuses to let her wear anything that doesn’t fall at least to her ankles and makes up excuses for why they can’t buy her new clothes, she thought. In short a useless motherfucker who is afraid she will get some attention from someone, wake up and leave his sorry ass.

“Perhaps they don’t have the kind you wear, but they do have some nice ones,” Mia said, hoping to keep the rage from her voice.

“But…” Heather began.