Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (6 page)

Before I knew it, I was the first one at the office.
 
Without an assistant, my workload was going to increase.
 
I dove right in, finishing up a marketing campaign I had been working on.
 

“Excuse me, Miss Kavana?”
 
A young woman was standing at my door looking nervous.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m Regan, the lady at the front desk said I was your first interview for today.”

Damn! Interviews.

After four hours of interviewing hopeless candidates, I made my way to the diner on the corner for lunch.
 
I sat at the counter with a magazine and ordered a sandwich and coke.
 
Looking around I did catch a few men looking my way.
 
It was difficult not to grin.

“Oh my god, I love that suit!”
 
A woman plopped down next to me, dropping her thin briefcase on the floor by my feet.
 
“I’m sorry, did I startle you?”

I chuckled, “Just a little.”

“Sorry, I’m frazzled.
 
It’s been a long day of interviews for me.
 
Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be told you’re overqualified for everything?
 
I’m smart as hell and broke as fuck.
 
That pretty much makes me not overqualified to work.”
 
She flagged the waitress down and placed her order.

“What sort of work are you looking for?” I asked nonchalantly.

“I really don’t care at this point.
 
I’ve been a legal assistant and a sales assistant.
 
I can pretty much help anyone do anything.
 
All I want is a chance.”
 
She sighed, “My mouth tends to get me into trouble though.
 
I was fired over a year ago from my last job.”

“Oh?”
 
I had been interviewing people all day, but this was fun.
 
I liked this woman.
 
She was quirky and talkative, but had an intelligent way about her.
 

“The guy was a douchebag.
 
Kept insisting on late nights at the office and drinks.
 
When he got the nerve up to put his hands on me and I cussed him good and proper.”
 
She balled up her fist and shook it in the air, “Fucking men!”

“I see.
 
Did you bother to file a sexual harassment claim against him?” I asked after thanking the waitress for my food.

“Please!”
 
She huffed.
 
“I was a legal assistant for five years.
 
I’ve seen what happens to the women who do file those claims.
 
No thank you.
 
It was better for me to tell him what a fuckwad he was and move on.
 
But honestly, I thought I’d be employed by now.”

I wiped my mouth with a napkin.
 
“Is there anything in your history that keeps you from employment, like a criminal record or anything?”

“No, I’ve worked too much to get into any trouble.
 
I have a few parking tickets, but I’ve always paid them.
 
You ask a lot of questions, you know.”
 
She took a big bite out of her sandwich.

I held out my hand, “I’m Candy Kavana.”

She shook my hand, “Olivia Bryant.
 
Nice to meet you.”

I sipped at my coke gazing at her.
 
“Do you have a resume handy?
 
Maybe I can help.”

“Normally I wouldn’t give my resume to a stranger, but why the hell not.”
 
She reached in her case and handed me her resume.

It was impeccable.

“How would you like to work for a woman?
 
I fired my assistant yesterday and quite honestly I’ve been interviewing candidates all day.
 
You’re the first person I’ve liked all day.
 
We’ll start on a 90 day probation and if it goes well from there, you’ll be on full-time.”

She laughed at me like I had just said the most absurd thing she’d ever heard.

“Are you shitting me?”

“You can’t use that language in the office.”
 
Fighting a smile, I handed her my card.
 
“When we’re done eating, go to my office and tell them you need to go to Human Resources.
 
They’ll get your paperwork done.
 
I’ll show you around quickly and get you settled.
 
Fair enough?”

She shrugged.
 
“It has to pay more than unemployment.”

She was going to be pleasantly surprised.
 
Our assistants were paid quite well.

I finished lunch and went to the office.
 
It didn’t take long for her to knock on my door, announcing her paperwork was in order.
 
I gave her a quick tour.

“Ma’am, thank you so much.
 
I really couldn’t take one more rejection today.”
 
She looked as if she would tear up.

“Look, my last assistant was surly, rude, and inept and I am pretty sure she spit in my coffee.
 
I kept her around for three years through all of that.
 
Just don’t fuck up and please, don’t spit in my coffee.”
 
I chuckled.
 
“Now, I hate to leave you, but I’m taking an afternoon off for the first time in years.
 
Think you can handle the phone?”

She nodded and retreated to her new desk.

I did a good deed and had an assistant.
 
It was time.
 
I took a cab and went to the salon.
 
Three hours and a couple of hundred dollars later, I looked fantastic.
 
My hair was now beautifully streaked with blonde highlights and I had the right makeup palette for my face.
 
My fingernails and toenails had never been so pretty.

I stood outside my favorite martini bar puffing a smoke as I waited for Stacy.
 
I wasn’t sure whether the looks I was getting was because of my new look or because you couldn’t smoke anywhere in this goddamned city without people looking at you as if you had a loaded weapon pointed at them.

A whistle caused me to snap my head.
 
Stacy was the whistler.

“Damn girl!
 
You clean up nice!”
 
She laughed and hooked her arm in mine.

We walked into the bar to find our favorite bartender already mixing my favorite martini.

“Ms. Kavana, you look marvelous,” he said sliding the drinks to us.

“Thank you, Enrique.”
 
My heart jumped a little.
 
He was the hottest bartender in the entire city, which is one of the reasons I favored this bar.
 
He mixed a mean martini which didn’t hurt either.

“Stacy, I can’t thank you enough for everything.
 
I already feel like a new woman.”
 
We tapped our glasses together and sipped.

“I have one more gift for you.”
 
Her Cheshire grin scared me a little.

“No, no, no.
 
Absolutely not!
 
You’ve done too much already.”

She slid a card to me and leaned toward me.
 
“She’s a sex therapist.
 
She has a phenomenal reputation.
 
She’ll really help you discover your limits and desires.”

The wind had gotten knocked out of me.
 
How many things could one person go through in such a short period of time?
 
I looked different, I had new experiences.
 
Hell I had fired and rehired an assistant within the last 24 hours.
 
My brain was going to short circuit.

“Just set up an appointment and go talk to her.
 
Please, just trust me.
 
You look like you’re going to faint.”
 
Stacy had her hand on my shoulder, bracing me upright.

A giggle escaped my lips.
 
“It’s a lot to take in so soon.
 
That’s all.
 
I appreciate it.”
 
I looked at the card again and giggled.
 
“Babs already took care of this for me though.
 
Apparently my first session is free.
 
Knowing she’s a friend to Babs scares the hell out of me though.”

She slapped me on the back.
 
“Enough of all this.
 
Let’s just do girl-talk have our two martinis and head on home.”

Thankfully, there was nothing else uncomfortable about our evening and it ended on a friendly, relaxed note.

Back at home, I was on the couch in my new pajamas, though I chose a sexy pair this time.
 
I turned on my DVD and selected a scene I hadn’t seen yet then retrieved my new toys.
 
The clothes, the new hair and makeup all made me feel sexy.
 
After the orgasm I had during my last experience, I was more than ready to have another.

The scene on the screen shocked me.
 
A woman was bound and gagged wearing a leather outfit that covered everything except what one would want to have covered.
 
Her breasts and private parts were completely revealed.

The man had a leather whip in his hand with several fingers on the end and he was lightly spanking her.
 
The arousal of the woman was evident, as her genitals were dripping wet and her nipples stood erect.
 
Her ass was starting to turn rosy, but she wasn’t screaming in pain.
 
She was enjoying it.

Reaching inside my panties, I let my index finger roll back and forth over my clit, which was swelling and hardening as it welcomed the attention.
 
After years of masturbation, this didn’t feel as satisfactory as it once had, so I grabbed my little silver buddy, turned it on and let it do the gliding over my clit.
 
Involuntary moans escaped me.

I planted my stick-able dildo on the table and eased myself onto it.
 
It felt less foreign this time.
 
I watched as this woman, still tied to the bed got a pounding from behind.
 
She moaned and screamed in pleasure and I fucked my dildo for all it was worth.
 
Reaching up, I cupped my breast and twisted my nipple slightly.
 
The sensation traveled straight to the depth of my pussy and I bucked as an unexpected orgasm came swiftly.

It was a glorious end to a crazy day.
 
I wanted more, but worried that over-doing it would reduce the effects.
  
I began to wonder if one could over-masturbate?
 
The goal was not to have to masturbate.

I pulled the card out Stacy had handed to me.
 
The card looked professional enough, as if you could make any decisions based on a business card.
 
What did a sex therapist do exactly?
 
Was there something wrong with me?

I was sitting on my couch, dripping wet and sore from riding the hell out of a dildo that had its own suction cup wondering if something was wrong with me.
 
Of course there was something wrong with me.
 
Alone and horny is a big problem.

The type of loneliness I felt wasn’t the sort where I wanted to find a boyfriend.
 
The only benefit a boyfriend would bring was a constant sex partner.
 
After being with the same man, the wrong man, for far too many years, I wanted choices.
 
I wanted flavor.
 
I wanted to fuck men and women.
 
I wanted to try it all.