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We’re back at Club Z, and this time, James, Casey and I have a plan of action in place. We’re going to play hard to get with Carrie, and figure out what she’s really here for. After all, unicorns don’t just materialize from thin air for no reason. She must have something up her sleeve, and we’re going to find out what it is.
But it’s hard to resist the curvy girl. We’re seated on the couches in the dimly lit lounge when she appears, and the beautiful brunette is ravishing, as always. She’s dressed in pink teddy adorned with lacy sequins. Her big breasts spill out the front, and goddamn, but the string of her thong barely even covers her asshole. Not only that, but Carrie is practically glowing tonight. Her skin is ivory in the dim lights of the lounge, and those chestnut tresses are arranged in a wavy mass about her shoulders. Goddamn. I’d love to fuck her from the back while gripping a handful of those curly locks, pulling her head back in the process. The burn on her scalp will be real, but some girls dig it, and something tells me that Carrie’s part of that crew.
I stand, ready to take her in my arms, but then remember I’m supposed to be playing hard-to-get. Oh. Right.
“Hey,” I grunt, looking over her lush assets. “Nice to see you.”
She nods and flutters her lashes at me.
“Nice to see you too, Brad, James, Casey. Thanks for coming out again.”
James sits back on the couch, one big arm sprawled over the back. My buddy looks the picture of a casual male, but I can tell from the gleam in his eyes that he’s incredibly aroused by the pretty brunette and more than ready to get down.
“We’re the ones who invited you, sweetheart. After last time’s display, we were definitely going to follow up,” he drawls.
She titters.
“Oh good, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Carrie purrs, her brown eyes flashing mischievously. “And I promise, there’s more to come.”
Casey nods, patting the cushion beside him.
“I can believe it. But first, sit, sweetheart. Can I get you a drink? We’re serious about getting to know you. It doesn’t always have to be wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”
Carrie perches prettily on the sofa before smiling coyly at us.
“A mimosa would be great, thanks. I know it’s a morning drink, but there’s just something about champagne and orange juice that hits the spot every time.”
“Sure thing,” I growl, signaling to a waitress. “A mimosa coming right up.”
With that, Casey fixes our girl with a look. “So tell us about yourself, sweetheart. What is there to know about the beautiful Carrie Burkhart?”
“Oh, you found out my last name!” she giggles.
“We did,” I drawl. “We’ve been doing our digging.”
“Well, then you probably know that I work at Concord Design, the architectural firm. Except I’m not an architect,” she says hastily. “I’m just a secretary.”
I nod. Of course, we’ve compiled a dossier on this girl already, but there’s no sense in letting the cat out of the bag. As a result, my buddies and I pretend as if this is news to us.
“And do you enjoy it?” James asks, one black brow raised. “Being a secretary is honest work, and there’s no shame in being an admin.”
Carrie’s shoulders slump a little then.
“Yeah, I guess so. A job is a job, right? Working at Concord is fine, but it used to be more fun because I have a friend, Ramona, who used to work there too. But then she went on maternity leave, and who knows when she’ll be back?” Carrie asks in a rueful voice. “Probably never, seeing that her husband is some bigwig developer.” But then the brunette catches herself and sits up straight. “I’m not complaining though,” she says in a firm voice. “This job market is difficult enough as is, so I’m lucky to be employed. But yes, my degree is actually in Visual Merchandising, so it’s kind of a downer to be a secretary. ‘Underemployed,’ is what I think they call it these days.”
I grin.
“Hey, it’s a common problem. We all got degrees in totally random areas that have no bearing on our law practice now. It’s just part of the territory when it comes to a liberal arts education.”
Carrie perks then, her brown eyes bright.
“Oh really? You guys did liberal arts? What did you major in?”
“The history of medicine,” drawls James.
“General studies for me,” smirks Casey.
“And I did underwater basketweaving,” I say with a straight face as our date bursts into giggles. “No seriously, my major was classics, and I enjoyed it. It’s all about gods, heroes, and the wars they wage. But yeah, our undergraduate studies don’t really play a part in our professional lives today.”
