The water was getting cold so Tina stepped out of the bath and began to towel herself dry. She slipped on her robe and padded through to the kitchen to pour a fresh coffee. She leant against the counter with the steaming coffee in her hand and tried to clear her mind of Bette Porter but her face, her body, her voice and the touch of her hand was all that Tina could think of. Her cell phone announced an email and snapped her out of her reverie. As she moved across the kitchen to read it she realised that she was wet and it was not from the bath water. She grabbed her phone and read the email; it was from her office telling her that she would be meeting the sexy Miss Porter at 3pm tomorrow. The thought made her feel very excited in a horny first date type of way. She realised her hand had unconsciously strayed down the front of her robe and was now resting between her legs. Her fantasy involved her desk and a very naked Miss Porter who was tasting extremely good from head to toe as she writhed in ecstasy. Tina’s own excitement reached its peak and she announced her orgasm by calling out Bette’s name.

Next day
Bette’s coffee had gone cold. She had been sitting in the small café for almost an hour now nursing the same latte. Her meeting with Chad had not taken anywhere near its allotted time and she had had over an hour to kill before she was due to meet Kennard. Bette’s emotions had been rushing wildly around from excitement to fear to anxiety and back to excitement again. She had slept fitfully last night with both her dreams and waking time being filled with a certain blonde, power suited attorney. She checked her watch yet again and realised she could finally head to her meeting. A quick spruce up in the washroom with mouthwash, lipstick, deodorant and perfume and she was ready to go.

Bette sat in reception feeling like a kid waiting to see the principal – get a grip Porter, she thought as she realised she was plucking at the hem of her jacket. Her black pants suit, crisp white shirt and killer heels gave her a feeling of authority, she liked clothes, she liked the statement they could make. Today Bette’s clothes stated powerful and desirable.