Boss Lady
Written by Barbara Anne aka: lusty vamp
inspired by “The Balcony” written by “Jane’s her”
Brenda sat in a plush booth of the swank hotel lounge sipping a Margarita that the cute waitress had just delivered. The expensive surroundings pleased Brenda immensely. Brenda loved expensive things and, as the head of her own company, could afford the finer things in life.
Relaxing Brenda enjoyed her drink as she watched the patrons mingling around her. She was 18 hours into her first vacation in four years. And what a four years it had been Brenda thought. She had taken her one woman business and turned it into a multi-million dollar enterprise employing fifty people. But Brenda’s success and money had come with a huge price tag. Working long 14-18 hour days had cost Brenda much of her personal life. Her friends had drifted away. Brenda hadn’t been on a date in years let alone have a sexual encounter.
Perhaps, Brenda thought, a long restful vacation would change all that. After all at 35 she wasn’t some old haggard toad that couldn’t turn heads any longer. Her slender figure with it’s large bosom and full rounded hips and bottom still attracted attention from the opposite sex. Brenda’s long black hair accented her summer complexion and dark eyes creating a bit of a sultry, seductive look.
The cute blonde waitress broke Brenda’s train of thought as she stopped and asked Brenda if she’d like another drink, to which Brenda accented. As the barmaid picked up Brenda’s empty glass a strange hush fell over the lounge as all heads turned towards the entrance. All activity paused as a strikingly attractive ash blonde girl entered the lounge area. God, she’s young Brenda thought as she surveyed the new arrival, she couldn’t be more than nineteen. And, tall, it should be a crime to be so tall and slender. Even without the strapy high heels the girl wore, she was at least five feet ten - eleven inches tall. Brenda marveled at the fullness of her lips, highlighted by the red lip gloss she wore. Her lightly tanned skin glistened in the soft mood lighting of the lounge.
Slowly the room retuned to normal. The barmaid left, only to return a few moments later with a fresh Margarita for Brenda. The stunningly beautiful ash blonde sashayed her way to the bar and took a stool, male eyes followed her all the way. Brenda sat in nearly a trans like state remembering a time when she to could command the attention of a crowded room as this youthful creature did.
Brenda noted the nothing of a silky black tank mini-dress with it’s spaghetti straps only added to the seductive charms of the teenager. The wispy skirt fell three inches short of mid thigh, revealing long well toned legs. In front the bustier of the dress pushed large succulent breasts up and out presenting a huge amounts of titillating cleavage. It was oblivious from the way her breasts jiggled as she walked that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The girl’s hard nipples pressing against the thin material of the skimpy dress was clearly visible. Brenda found it impossible to tear her attention away from the sexy teenager. A strange, warm feeling began to stir in the pit of Brenda’s stomach.
The blonde girl took a stool at the bar as men began circling like a hungry pack of wolves might circle their prey. She smiled brightly as one of them bought her a Vodka Collins. Brenda, sipped her drink and watched as the gorgeous teenager crossed her long tanned legs.
The warmth in Brenda’s stomach moved lower and grew more intense. It was a feeling that Brenda hadn’t felt in a long, long time. And, it annoyed Brenda that she didn’t understand what had brought it on. Certainly not this ravishingly beautiful teenage girl. Brenda had never in her life looked at another woman in a sexual way. Well, she did have to admit that in years long since past she had fantasized about what it might be like to make love to woman. But, that had been idle teenage curiosity. Brenda had never seriously considered another woman as a possible sex partner. She certainly wasn’t a lesbian not even bi-sexual. So why did she suddenly have this god awful tingling between her legs?
Wanting to put all this behind her Brenda scooted out of the booth where she had been sitting and stood up. Then began to walk towards the rear of the lounge and the Ladies’ Powder Room. Brenda felt just the slightest bit giddy as she walked, feeling the effects of the Margaritas she had been drinking. Entering the Powder Room Brenda quickly stepped into a vacant stall and relived the pressure on her bladder. After readjusting her skirt Brenda exited the stall and that stepped up to a sink to rinse her hands. Then found a spot at one of the vanities and took a seat. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and she touched up her lip gloss and make up, the “Boss Lady” was in charge again. Brenda once again felt the surge of power that comes with being in complete control of ones destiny.
The door to the Powder Room began to open and Brenda instinctively looked up from her place at the vanity. Brenda quickly turned her attention back to her make up as she realized that the provocative ash blonde teenager had entered the room. A bit of a chill raced up and down Brenda’s spine. The room was filed with deafening silence. Brenda couldn’t help herself as she looked into the mirror before her, hoping to catch a reflection of the beautiful young teenager.
Brenda’s face instantly turned beet red with embarrassment as her eyes locked with those of the lovely creature who had just entered the room. Ohh those beautiful blue eyes actually sparkle, Brenda thought in her embarrassment. Brenda wanted to crawl and hide as the gorgeous teenager smiled directly at her. Brenda wanted with all her being to look away, but she was powerless to move. The young girls beauty was even more captivating up close. Brenda felt that odd warm stirring between her legs again.
Smiling directly at Brenda the young thing spoke for the first time, “It’s a zoo out there isn’t it? Those men are like wild animals aren’t they, Granny?” The teenager was speaking directly to Brenda.
The powerful and rich Brenda James had never, in her life, been at a loss for words. But, the rude and demeaning comment of the stunning teenager hit Brenda much like a slap in the face. Brenda’s blood instantly boiled, she wanted so badly to put this arrogant youngster in her place. Brenda was painfully aware of the silence filling the room. Tearing her eyes away from the teens heaving breasts for a moment Brenda perceived what appeared to be a smirk forming on the girl’s full lips. Yet, Brenda’s mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts. “Ah .. well .. er .. yea,” was the best Brenda could stammer.
The drop dead gorgeous teenager nearly laughed out loud, “My goodness, but aren’t you the articulate one.” Brenda could feel her face flush red with embarrassment, but still found it impossible to respond in an intelligent manner. “Perhaps,” the teen continued, “you should allow your eyes to speak for you.”
Again Brenda was caught off balance by this seemly curious remark, “Huh ... what do ... what do you mean?”
“What do I mean,” the teens voice was full of demeaning sarcasm, “jesus, Granny, you have been ogling me like some god damn pervert ever since I got here.” The girl moved ever so gracefully to stand behind Brenda’s chair. Still Brenda couldn’t take her eyes off from the heaving breasts of the beautiful child woman.