by Jane Brooke
She was wearing an Alexander McQueen, rather daring black dress, cut low to her small breasts and a small gold chain with a gold cross that disappeared into the V of the silk. On her feet were a pair Miu-Miu Paillette, black and silver open toe, rhinestone embellished, one inch platform pumps, and three inch heels of course. Jane laughed to herself, for obviously every one, except Carol, seemed to want to be a little taller for the evening, for the obvious reasons.
Staring at her females, Jane well understood that they had made such an effort for the evening, and she knew why. Any moment now, something so beautiful, so raw, so self effacing was going to splash through the door. Her people all wanted to look their best, for the obvious reasons. She knew that she wanted that for herself, though at the moment, which would soon be explained to her, she so wanted to look beautiful for so many different reasons. Of course all of those reasons were causing her so much angst.
Then there was Joan, her secretary and Jane had earlier changed again, why? Well Ash had already turned her, mostly into the direction that she was already moving in. With the fact that Ash was so selfless, so generous, and able to sacrifice fortune and her own reputation for her passions, well a light bulb had ignited in Jane’s brain.
After their meeting with Ash, she had been walking past Joan at her desk, ready to go home and prep herself for Ash later. For some reason she had stopped and exchanged looks with Joan. Joan was sure that she was prepared for Jane to tell her that it had been a mistake, her invitation, but more that that. She looked nervous, and then it dawned on Jane, for in a micro moment of time she was not thinking about the most important thing on her planet, HERSELF. To her surprise, she actually thought about someone else, Joan and her needs.
She paid her well, and she was invaluable to her, and she always dressed smart, and then Jane saw it, Joan looked obviously worried. Jane knew instantly that Joan was thinking of what ever would she wear to the famous, and ultra chic Petrossians.
At that moment, a flame thrower burned away some of the selfishness that had always been her. She had known instantly what she would do for the moonstone colored waif. At the door, she smiled warmly at her and said.
“Pack it up Joan, we’re going shopping.”
Joan looked at her a little dazed, pointed at herself, waited for her reply.
“Yes you darling.”
FUCK, there was that word again.
Joan grinned ear to ear, shut down her Apple machines. She had two on her desk. She gathered up her Guess Jeans jacket and like the loyal sweetheart that she was she quickly followed Jane out of the office.
Jane had decided to keep it simple and basic, though hip and elegant. Loving this new HER, tee hee, the better HER, they tooled across Manhattan in her chauffeured Lincoln Town Car and hit up Gucci.
Hours later, and five grand poorer (and Jane was loving it being kind and generous) she stared at Joan, who then looked like a million bucks.
Outfitted in a Gucci white leather top, tan leather bottom, form fitting at the knees T-shirt dress, she looked beautiful. Adding a pair of tan, suede, Ophelle T-strap, three inch heels, well she looked just like she had walked off a cat walk in Milan, though a short model she would have been.
Jane had enhanced it all with a tan, waist short, suede jacket. She topped off the outfit with a beige, long shoulder strap, ‘flap bag’ and just because she could, a petite, solid silver wrist watch. Jane had been so happy with her transformation.
She had made this hard working, simple, always good natured girl happy, and now, waiting for another happy girl to arrive, she felt the rumblings in her brain of contentment, more she guessed like pride that somehow Ash, had helped her, awakened her, and thus enlightening her to hopefully becoming, she imagined like her, selfless.
THEN, feeling it before one might actually see it and perhaps as a flaming Nova flare bursting from the Sun, the room began to buzz. Whispers and chatter embellished around the room as that explosive light, in the guise of Ash entered through the door.
Instantly Jane gasped, as did her crew. Ash, accompanied by HER giant black protector Marcel, in a black suit, white shirt and black tie, his bald massive dome shinning from the light approached Pierre. He had a smile on his face of the likes Jane had never seen.
At Jane’s table the crew looked stunned at each other as she scrutinized Ash, basically having problems assimilating the girl in her new look. She had seen in her office in her gym togs, and the goddess that traded cheek kisses with the mater dei looked nothing like her.
As Marcel pressed against the wall, his black eyes scrutinizing everything in the restaurant, Jane gulped deeply, felt a fissure as it rumbled through my loins, just seeing Ash.
Ash was blazing and wore a great white cashmere cape. She peeled that off and handed it to Pierre and Jane gasped again, as did most of the elite fashionistas in the restaurant.
Her mahogany colored skinned body was poured into a form fitting, white, what Jane was sure was an Amanda Wakeley, form fitting silk, slip dress, at her knees, slit half way up one of her mile long thighs. It had spaghetti straps flowing down near small breasts, covering half of them as the thin straps crisscrossed back up and around her neck, exposing her strident collar bones, and extenuating her long neck.
As she chatted to Pierre, she turned and Jane had to blink, for in a criscrossing pattern the thin straps patterned down her muscled and aquiline back. All of it ending right at the curvature where her butt and lower back met
She looked taller than at the office, possible six foot four now and of course she recognized her shoes, as Jimmy Choo. She’d seen them at Fashion Week on another Amazon. They were stunning, silver, tri shine; three inch stilettos, strappy flat soled sandals. They silhouetted her mocha skin as well as making her thin, yet muscled legs seem virtually impossible in eroticism as well as style.
Strapped across her breasts and hanging by a thin white leather strap, was a small Rebel Flap Crossing Bag, also Jimmy Choo. As the commotion in the restaurant grew almost silent, Pierre, taking her hand began to lead the princess to the table. Her protector, Marcel’s eyes never left her as he stood guard at the door.
“My God,” Jane stuttered and had to close her mouth, as she scrutinized her as she strolled, not in a model cat walk way, but as a fluid, powerful athlete towards them. She had changed and her onyx colored hair was no longer thrown back carelessly like it had been at the office. She now wore a page boy, falling down short and straight to the base of her neck and broad shoulders. Her Cleopatra bangs fell past her arching eyebrows, just touching the top of her eyes. She had decorated her eyes with heavy eyeliner and smudges of coal. She wore no makeup except a-wheat colored lip gloss that matched the hues of her lips.
On her ears, were gold emeralds, two carat each, matching her eye color, falling gaily on gold ringlets, sweeping, swaying, and glistening in the light.
As the stunned crowd looked on, the crew all stood and Ash was amongst them smiling as she turned to Pierre, pouted, just a little, brushed kisses on his cheeks and said.
“Merci Pierre, vous sont des tel chers, si beau mon cheri.
Pierre literally blushed from her compliment of how handsome he was as he took her hand, kissed it, stood erect and said.
“Mille Ash, vous etes le bijou, nous etes honore, je ferez venir Claude immediatemente.”
Of course Pierre was correct calling her a jewel as Ash smiled even broader from his compliment. Pierre turned, went to attention, snapping his finger at a waiter, obviously a wine sommelier standing at attention off in the wings.
Of course during all of this the crew simply gawked at one another as then Ash twirled around on a heel and towering over them she seemed to scrutinize them, for a moment; a very long moment.
Jane could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Nothing she had ever seen before was as erotic, as sexual and as powerful as thi
s young savant staring at them as if they were children.
In progression she began with Claudio, complimenting him on his clothes, more cheek kisses, as she exchanged compliments and kisses with Ann, Carol. Perhaps knowing something, perhaps very important, she kissed Joan on her cheeks, took both of her hands in her own, scrutinized her, and said.
“Joan, darling, you look simply stunning. Thank you so, for coming, I am honored. Do you not simply adore Petrossians?”
Jane was shaken, for why was she focusing on a very blushing and smiling Joan. She thought she understood and she had to fight tears welling in her eyes.
This goddess, this freak of so many different matters was taking a moment, a crushing and beautiful moment for a simple girl who perhaps had been ignored her entire life, especially by her boss.
She thought she was beginning to understand Ash. She felt ashamed, yet so enlightened by her, for as she chatted to Joan about her choice of clothes, she now understood that not only Ash, well, was Ash, but she was awake, aware. Jane comprehended at that moment that what she was doing with her Joan was making her feel perhaps like a princess for the first time in her life and for Jane it was devastating.
Finishing with a now blooming Joan, she turned to Jane. Towering over her, Ash seemed to stare straight through her blue eyes, which made Jane swallow deeply. She moved in close to Jane, kissed her on each cheek and unabashedly brushed her lips with her own. Ash then lazed her lips near Jane’s ear, and whispered through an aromatic breath that made Jane’s toes curl.
“Jane, you are simply stunning. I so look forward to later, we have so much to chat about.”
SONIC BOOM...LATER...Racked her brain and trembling lips, as again Ash’s emerald ear rings dangled on her ears and picked up shards of refracted light as she gazed deeply into Jane’s eyes, shaking Jane to the core.
Then, her mood changed, and she gaily laughed, as she said.
“What a divine evening, you all look so lovely. I am famished, and my goodness, where is the champagne?”
She turned to Claude, an older man, in a tuxedo, obviously the sommelier, for around his neck was a gold chain, with a small gold wine tasting dish attached to it.
He pulled the chair out for her, and she sat, crossed her legs, which drew silent gasps from Jane’s people, especially Claudio. Exposing yards of leg, she noticed all eyes upon her. She broke each stare off in unison with her smile, turned to the hovering Claude who held several menus in his hand.
“Merci Claude, aucun besoin de menu. Svp, deux bouteilles de Krug Clos Du Mesnil, 1995, oh, aussi oeufs de poisson saumones, trios, pour un demarreur. Merci Claude”
Claude grinned, nodded and bowed. Jane was again stunned, for Ash just ordered two bottles, at $850.00 a pop, of one of the finest champagne on the planet, as well as three orders of Salmon roe.
Claude bowed again, and whispered.
“Vous etes Mlle bienvenue Ash, immediatement.”
He walked away as Ash turned to the table and said.
“I so need to be a woman tonight, Krug is such a dream. I ordered Salmon roe as a starter, I hope you don’t mind. I trained as a demon today, I must eat.”
Jane guessed she could have gone for Dom or Crystal or even Perrier Jouet, the usual suspects, but she had not. How she knew about the Du Mesnil, well how did she seem to know all the things that she did know raced through Jane’s mind. Then, and simply as a simple mortal, and as ugly thoughts of her being pretentious ordering such an expensive champagne hit Jane’s prejudiced mind, Ash layered her finger on to the back of Jane’s hand and purred.
“Please Jane, not to worry; I’ve taken care of the bill already. I need a little spoiling, just a little, and I am so honored that you would include me this evening, I am thrilled.”
Beginning to protest, Jane was silenced as Ash pressed her forefinger to her lips, pouted just a little, smiled at Jane, which made her blink as Ash whispered.
“Shoosh now my lovely, just enjoy, I am so happy tonight.”
She turned her gaze around the table at Jane’s people, made eye contact with all of them and through a blazing smile said.
“I am just positive we are all going to make just oodles of money for what we fight for, and do something we can all be so proud of. Thank you, for believing in me.”
Thus, that is how the evening went as one, two and, then three and four bottles of champagne were consumed as along with the most succulent and delicious food in the world appeared.
Ash was filled with laughter and she ate as if a heathen. A savage, she often used her fingers to stuff Beluga, on toast points, garnished with truffle, her idea, decorated with shaved red onion, and hard boiled egg, which she ordered three orders of into her mouth. All sensory optics on full tilt, Jane felt that everything was so delicious it felt to Jane as if orgasmic.
Was she a Queen holding court, perhaps, but Ash was so gracious, so generous, obviously superior to all of them in intellect, yet she did not monopolize the conversation. In Jane’s mind she knew that she knew that would have been far to easy.
As they devastated the champagne, everyone clearly was getting hammered. Jane knew that she was, yet the alcohol never seemed to affect Ash; not even marginally.
Ash talked about her passions, her goals, most about the protection of the female population under attack around the planet, especially in the United States of America.
But, what had stunned Jane was that she listened to her people, probed, mined their mines and asked probing questions of them. In unison, Ash started with Claudio. They had gone deep into his passion for Opera. How did she know so much about opera? Jane did not know.
They went back and forth about German composers and the difference between the great Italian composers such as Jacopo Peri, who composed his haunting piece “Euridice” for the Medici’s at The Piti Palace. She argued about Bellini and Rossini, other mad man savants of opera as well.
In the end, they had agreed that the king, Wagner, with his Tristian and Isolde and The Valkyrie operas were unparallel in genius. Through laughter, she so made Claudio proud, for she admitted no opera could be presented with out the great Italian tenors, such as Boemi Marco. Of course they were effusive of the God, Luciano Pavarotti and Jane could see that Claudio loved her for that.
She turned her eyes to Ann, who was reeling with champagne and Ash had drawn out her talents and passions and dreams, for my Ann so loved the written word.
Ash had slowly drawn out Jane’s so quiet and brilliant word lover, exposing her as Jane had never seen her. Jane watched as Ash, so caring, so delicate, and almost as a brain surgeon might, allowed Ann to cut her heart out on the table. Ann spoke of her love, her own passions, thus Jane had never seen her girl beam so from someone actually caring about her, or who she was.
It then was Carols turn, and once again champagne forever looses lips, and she had drawn out from a stunned Carol things private of her life. Matters mostly about her sexuality, why, Jane did not know.
But, as she did, Ash kept peeking at Jane, eyes, those Pisces eyes probing into Jane’s brain all the while her tongue shyly licking her lips. Jane, semi drunk could not break away from Ash’s lips. She was so mesmerized by her sexuality and she felt that Ash was seducing her, yet Jane did not mind.
All she could think about was kissing her, touching that dolphin skin of hers. As she drank more, she felt her inhibitions falling away, cell by cell, denial by denial. Yet, was she delusional, she did not know? But soon she would find out and it would simply vaporize her entire life.
It was as if Ash was a self pollinating bee, laying her life giving pollen along their minds and hearts, thus bringing those once dormant lives to life.
Slowly, for her inhibitions were crumbling, Carol has said that she was a lesbian, and Jane’s jaw dropped. Carol waited, her jaw grinding for some kind of rebuke from As
h though she had read many of Ash’s writing, which all glorified such a normal state of affairs.
Are you fucking kidding me raced through Jane’s mind, for Jane had thought Ann was the gay one. Jane was stunned as after the words “I am a lesbian” had fallen from Carols lips as if anvils. Ash smiled, pouted a little, and actually said to Carol.
“Oooh, so yummy that Carol.”
Carol blinked through her Champagne buzz and asked Ash the question they all were waiting for and hearing it from Carols lips, the table had gone silent.
“And you Ash, are you gay?”
Ash threw her black mane backwards, gaily laughed and riveted her eyes on a very confused Carol.
“My goodness Clare, I am not gender prejudiced, though I prefer women. I’ve had sex with men, found it so very lacking. Once I felt the softness of a female’s lips, their silken skin, and of course the sex, well I adore women. They are my only choice now. When one meets an exceptional creature well, I know I shall not deny myself such pleasures.”
She looked at Jane, lowered her chin just a little, drilled her with her greens, smiled and under the table squeezed her hand. Ash winked at Jane as Jane melted, felt her pulse banging in her temples as she returned to Carol as Carol asked.
“And love Ash for a another, does that fit into your equation?” Carol said a bit cynical.
Suddenly Ash, as if a beautiful butterfly, peeling away the safety of her birth cocoon thus exposing herself to the atmosphere blinked several times.
With a look of acute pain on her face and her lips beginning to tremble she lowered her head, just a little. She was silent, as they all bore their eyes at each other, not understanding, how could she, for she appeared so bullet proof, so confident, suddenly seem to be so broken and fragile? Jane wondered what had happened as Ash’s hand slipped away from hers, and her heart broke as Ash’s face lifted to them.
