The Professional Woman: Part Four [F] [Busty] [Masturbation]

Six months flew by in what seemed like just a few weeks. It was amazing how fast Mark got the papers finalized, and most of our holdings sold. With the money from the cabin and the house, I was able to buy a house close to my neighborhood. It wasn’t as good as the house I was used to, but it was mine.

Today was the first complete day I had to myself: no unpacking, no papers to sign. I splurged for the biggest flat screen the tech store had. It came with all the bells and whistles.

“Well,” I smiled as I turned it on. “As usual, there is nothing on.”

I turned it back off after flicking through nearly all the channels. I looked at the large box my sister sent me as a housewarming present. I still hadn’t opened it.

Knowing my sister, it was something sexual. For my birthday, she got me a twelve-inch squirting vibrator complete with thirteen different lubricants. Mark was not impressed. I didn’t tell him that it had become one of my favorite toys.

“Okay, Celia,” I said, walking over to the large brown box. “What did you get me this time?”

I opened the box and was greeted by a letter.

*Hey Sis,*

*Now that you are alone, I am sure this will come in handy.*

*Love Celia.*

*P.S. Be careful it gets addictive.*

“What the hell?” I said as I read it over again.

I peeled away at the layers of bubble wrap and plastic foam pieces. “No fucking way!” I said out loud as I stared down at the black machine that sat before me. “A fucking Sybian Celia?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head as I piled everything back into the box. “No, way.”

I called my sister as I sat down on the couch. “You like my gift,” she said, answering her phone.

“I am going to send it back to you,” I responded.

“You didn’t even try it, did you? You’re such a prude.”

“I am not a fucking prude, but I don’t need sex every….” I stopped as I heard a man’s voice. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” she responded with a slightly embarrassed voice. “He is only fucking my tits, so I can still talk.”

I hung up the phone. “Bitch,” I said, putting down the phone. Then I got a text message.

*’Try the fucking thing at least, you prude!’*

I hated it when she called me that word. I wasn’t a prude. Mark could attest to that. I fucked him any way he wanted, anytime, anywhere. Just because I didn’t fuck anyone that sent me a dick picture or complimented me didn’t mean I was a prude.

I stared at the box. “I could give it a try,” I shrugged. “Not like I have anything else to do today,” I said, trying to convince myself. “I will try it, and then she can come and pick it up.”

I peeled the layers back and yanked the machine out of the box. There it sat on my living room floor. “Get over it,” I said as I began to take it to the center of the room. I looked over all the contents. Lube, and of course, my sister opted for the thickest and lengthiest attachment. I put it all together and plugged it in. I grabbed the small remote and switched it on. The slight hum filled the room.

“This is crazy,” I said with a smile. “The neighbors,” I said in shock.

My old house was on an acre of land. All the houses were well spread apart. Now I lived in a development, and the houses were all bunched together.

The first night I stayed here, I watched my neighbor brush his teeth in high definition. I quickly closed the blinds to the living room. “No, peeping toms,” I reassured myself.

I stared back at it. Slipping out of my jeans and taking my top off, I walked over to it. “Holy fuck,” I said as I wrapped my hand around the lifelike attachment.

“This could take some getting used to,” I smiled as I began to slide my hand up and down the shaft as I applied the lubricant.

I was getting excited. I quickly reached for my phone. I went to my favorite porn app hidden, among other annoying apps. I looked for my favorite scene.

“You know what,” I shrugged, leaning forward to grab the remote for the television. Within seconds the giant screen showed the video from my app. “Ha!” I cheered as I remembered the salesperson wanted to charge me extra for them to teach me how to use it.

I pulled my boy short panties down and slowly straddled it. I felt it slowly slide into me. “Holy,” I moaned as I felt the inches slide into me. I leaned slightly forward as I pressed play.

The scene was a large woman being plowed from behind by a muscular man. The two of them began kissing at first. “Fuck that,” I said as I fast forward to her bending over.

She was built like me. I wasn’t as big as her in the stomach area. However, I had thick hips and what Mark had nicknamed thunder thighs and huge boobs. The man grabbed her by the waist and began fucking her.

I began to bounce on my fake dick. Picking up the small remote and turning the dial. “Oh my god,” I moaned louder.

The woman began pushing back to meet the man’s thrusts. The two were moaning and talking the usual porn talk. “Shut up,” I said as I muted the television. I imagined Mark pounding me from behind the day he left.

Again I turned the dial to the maximum. “Never,” I said, shaking my head, thinking about returning this marvel of a device. I reached for my chest and began to squeeze and play with my nipples. Then the screen stopped. It showed an incoming call.

“Fuck,” I screamed as I looked up, moving my long hair from my sweat-filled face. It was from Jeremy.

I hit the answer button.

“Hey,” he said, his voice booming across the room from the surround sound speakers.

“Hey,” I said lightly, trying to catch my breath.

“Did I catch you at the wrong time?”

“No,” I said, trying to stay calm as the throbbing inside me increased. “I am on my stair master,” I lied. “Sweating my ass off.”

“Well, don’t sweat too much of it off,” Jeremy said. “You’re single now, got to keep some of it there so the guys can stare at it.”

I laughed. “Well, I don’t think I can work all of it off.”

“We are meeting in the usual place in about an hour,” Jeremy said. “Ginger said there is something important she wants to tell us.”

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as an orgasm ravaged my body.

“You there?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head as if he could see me. I turned the dial back down. I took a deep breath. “I’m here.”

“Shall I tell them to expect you?” he asked.

“Yes, definitely,” I said, wiping my brow.

“Okay,” Jeremy said. “I was serious about the ass comment.”

“I thought you were a boob guy,” I said as I gained my composure.

“I was talking about the other guys,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “I will see you there.”

The phone hung up as Jeremy hung up on his side.

The scene returned to the television. I paused it. I had caught Jeremy looking at my ass a couple of times. Especially when he helped me move most of my stuff into my house, he had even said I had a whootie, which he had to explain to me.

“You know what,” I smiled as I looked it up on my app. There were hundreds of videos of women twerking and bouncing their asses. Then I found one that I liked a white female with a big ass on top of a black male. I had watched only a few interracial porn videos, due to Mark not wanting me to watch them.

I watched her suck his dick, which wasn’t as big as I thought it would be, Mark’s seemed bigger. When she straddled him, and I watched his dick enter her. I turned the dial back up. I watched as her big ass bounced up and down on top of him. He slapped it hard as she rode him reverse cowgirl.

It didn’t take long for me to imagine myself being on top of Jeremy. I closed my eyes and started to ride the long fake dick hard. I grabbed the remote and turned it to the highest setting. I moaned louder as I came again.

“You know what,” I said as I got off of it. “Bad!” I scolded the machine. “So bad!”

I quickly turned it off. Turning the television off and cleaning everything and putting it away. I looked down at it as I put it back in the large black box it came in.

*’I won’t be returning it,’* I sent a quick text to my sister.

*’Thought as much,’* she replied. ‘*You’re welcome.’*

“Still a fucking whore,” I said to myself as I went upstairs to get ready.

*********

The usual place was Lucy’s new place of work. An upscale diner downtown. Lucy worked as a waitress while she was looking for something else. It hurt me a lot when she told me that Todd had called every agency in the city. He made Lucy out to be a slutty secretary. He didn’t say it in those words, but the damage was done.

Ginger worked as a manager at an all woman’s clothing store just a few blocks down from the diner. The two of them looked out for each other.

Sara still worked for Todd and was keeping us all up to date with our models. I had to hold back my anger from taking over. I wanted to storm in there and bounce Todd’s head against all the walls. He treated most of the models like hired escorts. I had got them away from doing lingerie ads and posing with football players. Todd was dragging them back to it.

Jeremy went back to being a courier. He was our glue. We all went to him anytime we were feeling down. No matter what, he always had something to say that made us all smile.

I walked in and went to our circular booth. I saw Sara and Jeremy sitting there. Jeremy cocked his head to one side as I began to sit down.

“What was that?” I asked as I sat down.

“Just making sure the fellas had something to look at,” he smiled.

“Oh, it’s still there,” I nodded “So are these,” I smiled as I pointed to my chest.

“I don’t think any amount of working out will get rid of them,” Sara said. Apparently, she had been brought into the joke, which I didn’t mind.

Lucy came by and sat down. “I got a few minutes,” she smiled as she sat down. I hated seeing her like this. It tore at me. The usual smile and fire in her face were gone. Even though she still smiled and tried to tell jokes. The Lucy I knew was gone. I gave her a quick hug.

“I’m fine, mum,” she replied as she hugged me back.

Ginger walked in and sat down. “How’re things?” she said as she looked around.

“Usual,” Jeremy said.

“Mark?” Ginger said, looking over at me.

“Good,” I nodded. The truth was he was doing excellent. He was a partner at his new office, and he was making more money than he was when he was here.

“Asshole,” Lucy said.

“Now,” I shook my head. “Well, yes,” I nodded my head. “The way it ended, he was an asshole.”

“What did you see in him?” Sara asked. She had never been sold on Mark from day one. The long-haired blonde hated Mark from the beginning. Mark had tried to explain something to Sara, which she already knew, and that rubbed her the wrong way.

“We were young, he had a beard,” I shrugged. “The usual.”

“Beard?” Jeremy asked.

“It’s a woman thing,” I said. To which all the other women shook their heads.

“Only you,” Ginger said. “Can’t stand when Ryan grows his out,” she shuddered as she said it.

“Ditto,” Sara said. “I don’t mind a little facial hair, but a full-on beard is not a turn on for me.

I nodded as I smiled.

“Think I would look good with a beard?” Jeremy asked as he rubbed his fingers across his face.

“NO!” all of us said in unison. I liked his clean-shaven look even when he grew a mustache I was ready to get a shaver and shave it off.

“Gary?” I asked as I looked at Ginger.

“Friends and staying friends,” she replied.

“Always the better option,” Lucy nodded as she hugged her friend.

“Not always,” I noted. “Mark and I were the best of friends in high school, even though it ended badly. We had a good run. We had great sex and even better relationship and hardly ever argued,” I smiled.

“Until the end,” Jeremy pointed out.

“Yes,” I nodded. “But it was a good twelve-year run. Longer than most marriages these days.”

“So,” Ginger looked at me.

“I have seen you two together,” I said. “It works, you just have to let him lead now and then, not all the time, just some of the time.”

Ginger nodded. She tended to be controlling in most of her relationships.

“What’s the news you called us here for?” Sara blurted out. She hated relationship talk since she was on the verge of a new relationship with one of the security guards. Sara always said people talking about relationships good or bad were a waste.

“I don’t know,” Ginger said. “I got a call from someone working with Teresa telling me to gather everyone together, and she would meet us.

“Teresa,” I said as everyone looked at me. Teresa Martine had been my idol even when I didn’t want to be in the modeling business. Pictures of her had adorned my walls as a teen. She was stunningly beautiful. Back then, she wasn’t married to her Maxwell.

I remembered boys in high school, talking about her all the time how she looked in anything from lingerie to bikinis. I knew most of them went home to jerk off to pictures of her. Then she went into acting, and there wasn’t a male that didn’t want her to go topless. She never did, but there were many scenes with her holding her chest with only her hands to hide her bare nipples.

All of us stared at each other. What could she want? Surely she knew her son had taken over the company.

As we sat there, a black luxury car pulled up. We watched as the driver got out and opened the door. Teresa walked out and walked towards the diner.

“Hello,” she smiled as she stood before us. She was elegant, as always. Even though her hair was mostly gray now, she still looked magnificent. “May I sit?”

“Of course,” I said as we all shuffled to make room.

“First,” Teresa said. “You all look great,” she smiled.

“Thank you,” we all said.

“Second,” she shook her head as she took off her glasses. “I had no idea what Maxwell was planning when he approached me to buy my shares. I thought he was planning to show Todd the ropes.”

Teresa waved her hand at the waitress. The diner was silent as people stared at the infamous model. Teresa smiled and waved at the other patrons. Most of them waved back. “When I went to visit,” Teresa stopped and shook her head. “I am sorry if I knew his intentions I would have never…” she paused.

“Its…” I began to say.

“No!” Teresa said her face shook with anger. “I spent my early years horrifically being shuffled around like some two-bit hussy. I promoted you to that position, so you wouldn’t let those models go through what many of us had to when I was their age,” she grabbed her purse tightly. “Now, my stupid son is dragging the company backward.”

“Can you repurchase it?” Lucy asked.

“No,” Teresa said, shaking her head. “Edward has full control. The secrets I could tell about that man, about most men our age.”

There were always tales about what Teresa had seen and done. Most of them were good; a lot of them were terrible. “Anyway,” she said, shaking her head. “Those were different times.”

Teresa looked at all of us. “Follow,” she said as she got up. We piled out of the diner. “I am sure all of you can follow my driver?”

“Yes,” I replied. “We can all fit in my car.”

“Good,” she smiled.

We all got into my large Suv, and I followed close behind Teresa’s vehicle. I always loved how the city went from upscale to historical, to downtown, and then back up again. “Isn’t that Nilani?” Sara said as she pointed to the restaurant.

“Yeah,” I replied, remembering the last time I was there. Teresa’s car slowed and pulled into a parking garage a few blocks down from the restaurant. We got out and met her in the underground parking garage.

“Ten years ago, I bought this place,” Teresa smiled as she walked back up. We followed close behind. We got back out into the light of day as she looked up at the building above. “I was going to go into the restaurant business, but my friend Nilani bought her place first.”

Teresa looked down the road at the restaurant. Even this early in the afternoon, people were piling outside. “I didn’t want to go against her, so I let it go.”

“I will give the building to you,” Teresa said, looking at me. “You can do with it what you want.”

“What?” I said, looking up at the two-story building.

“The electric and water still work,” Teresa said. “It’s all mine. You won’t have to worry about mortgages or taxes as I have paid for them all for the next eight years.”

“Holy crap,” Ginger said, grabbing onto my hands.

“You’ve got to be…” Lucy began to say before finishing the sentence. “Sorry,” she said as she looked at Teresa.

“You’re serious?” Sara said, looking around. We were in downtown. The train station was within walking distance. All of the Broadway shows and spectacles were close. This was an excellent piece of real estate.

“I can’t breathe,” I said, my eyes were tearing up.

Teresa smiled. “I need a yes or no darling.”

“Yes,” I shouted as I looked at her. “Oh, god, yes!”

“You can’t give it away for nothing, isn’t that illegal or something?” Jeremy said, staring at Teresa.

“Oh,” Teresa smiled as she approached Jeremy, who towered over her. “You are one handsome man if I was a few years younger. I would show you a thing or two.”

Teresa’s driver shook his head. “I know, Gerald,” she shook her head. “He hates when I flirt,” she winked at Jeremy. “You’re right. Any of you have five dollars?”

“Sure,” we all said.

“Just one,” Teresa said.

I handed her a five-dollar bill. “That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s what started our company,” Teresa shrugged. “Five dollars, it was a bet, but again another story that should go untold. Give them the papers,” she said to her driver.

Gerald, the driver, handed me a few papers. “Sign them, then return them to the address on the back. My lawyers will take care of the rest.”

“Angelique,” I said as Teresa began to walk away.

Teresa stopped. Her eyes were filled with water.

“That’s the name I will give the company,” I said, meeting her gaze.

Teresa nodded and said, thank you under her breath. The driver helped her back to her car. We watched as the car drove off.

“Angelique?” Sara asked.

“The name of her daughter,” I nodded. “She lost it before it was born, she was going to name her Angelique.”

“That’s fitting,” Sara said as we looked up.

For a moment, we all stood staring up at the building.

“We are back, bitches!” Lucy shouted at the top of her lungs, breaking the silence. I looked over at her. There she was, my Lucy had returned. I looked over at Ginger.

“We are back,” I smiled. Ginger nodded back at me.

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