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Sally entered the office building, reflecting on the day ahead. She was excited but also nervous. The spring festival planning was as good as done, but there were still a few loose ends to tie up. She needed to finalize the guest list and confirm the catering arrangements.
As she stepped into the elevator, she looked at her reflection in the mirrored walls. Her short permed hair had grown out quite a bit, and she could now tie it up in a short ponytail. She knew that it was time for another visit to Edith’s salon, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit apprehensive.
“Will Edith be able to maintain the volume in my hair?” she thought to herself. “What if the new style doesn’t suit me? I’ve come so far, and I don’t want to take any steps backward.”
Sally had become quite attached to her new hairstyle, and it had become an integral part of her new identity. She felt like it gave her a sense of confidence and empowerment that she had never experienced before.
As the elevator doors opened on her floor, Sally took a deep breath and walked out. She made her way to her office and settled in at her desk, determined to tackle the day’s tasks with the same energy and focus that had made her successful thus far.
As Sally stepped out of the elevator, she saw Ellen Grimsby waiting by the water cooler. Ellen’s hair hung over her left shoulder in a thick blonde braid, and she wore a simple but modern outfit – a white blouse and black pants.
“Hi, Sally,” Ellen greeted her with a smile. “How’s everything going with the party planning?”
Sally let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Ellen. She always found it easy to talk to her colleague, and her friendly face was a welcome sight after the day’s stresses.
“It’s going well,” Sally replied, walking over to join her. “We’ve got most of the details sorted out. I just need to finalize the guest list and confirm the catering arrangements.”
“That sounds great,” Ellen said. “I’m really looking forward to it. It’s always such a fun event.”
Sally nodded in agreement. She had put a lot of effort into making this year’s spring festival the best one yet, and she was excited to see how it would turn out.
As they chatted about the party, Sally couldn’t help but notice how different their styles were. She briefly reminisced about the days when she used to dress like Ellen, and how it never quite felt right. But now, with her short, permed hair and unique sense of fashion, she finally felt like she was being true to herself.
Looking back at Ellen, Sally couldn’t help but wonder how she would look if she dressed more like her. But as she thought about it more, she realized that it would be strange if everyone dressed the same way. It’s individuality and diversity that makes the world a better place, after all.
With a smile on her face, Sally greeted Ellen warmly and they chatted about the upcoming party. Sally couldn’t wait to show off her outfit and share her enthusiasm for the event with her colleagues. As she walked away, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for her own journey and the confidence she had gained, while also appreciating the unique styles of those around her.
But then she chided herself for being superficial. She knew that what really mattered was the work she did and the person she was, not how she looked or what she wore.
As they chatted, Sally felt a sense of camaraderie and connection with Ellen. They had different personalities and styles, but they shared a common goal – to make the spring festival a success.
As Sally enters her office, she sees Mr Robert walking towards her with a grim expression on his face. She has interacted with him a few times before but never in a one-on-one situation. As he approaches her, she notices that he looks upset and is carrying a stack of papers in his hand. She greets him nervously, wondering what could be wrong. Mr Robert wastes no time and immediately asks Sally if she has seen the Wilson contract, which is due to be renewed and is crucial for the firm.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Robert?” Sally asks, concerned.
Mr. Robert takes a deep breath and looks at Sally, “We have a problem, Sally. The Wilson contract, which is crucial for our company, is due to be renewed and we can’t find the document. Mrs. Crowley assured us that it was as good as finished, but now we can’t find it anywhere.”
Sally’s heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. “Have you searched everywhere?” she asks.
“We’ve turned the whole office upside down, but it’s nowhere to be found. That’s why I need your help, Sally. I need you to go through Mrs. Crowley’s desk and see if the document is there.”
Sally nods, “Of course, I’ll do that right away.”
As Sally starts to leave, Mr. Robert grabs her arm, “Sally, this is really important. If we don’t find that document, we could lose the Wilson contract and that would be a major blow for our company.”
Sally nods again, “I understand, Mr. Robert. I’ll do everything in my power to find it.”
As Sally walks towards Mrs. Crowley’s office, she can feel the weight of the situation on her shoulders. She’s never gone through her boss’s desk before, and she hopes that Mrs. Crowley won’t mind. Sally takes a deep breath and enters the office, starting to search through the papers on the desk.
As she rummages through the clutter, Sally’s mind is racing with possibilities. What if the document isn’t here? What if someone took it? What if she’s not able to find it on time? Sally takes a moment to compose herself and focuses on the task at hand, determined to find the Wilson contract and save the day for the company.
Sally feels uneasy about going through her boss’s desk drawers. As she tries to open the drawers, she realizes they are locked, and her heart sinks. She wonders what to do and considers asking Mr Robert for help, but she doesn’t want to look incompetent in front of him. Suddenly, she remembers seeing characters in movies open locks with hairpins. She glances at her short hair and notices that she has plenty of hairpins in it. With a surge of confidence, she picks a hairpin and inserts it into the lock. To her amazement, the lock clicks open, and she feels a rush of excitement and relief. She quickly goes through the drawers, searching for the Wilson contract.
Sally’s heart starts pounding as she opens the drawer, fearing what she might find. When she sees the bottles of gin, her first thought is that Mrs Crowley must have a drinking problem. But as she reads the incomplete draft in the folder marked Wilson, she realizes the seriousness of the situation. Mrs Crowley had assured Mr Robert that the Wilson contract was as good as finished, but it’s clear that it wasn’t even close. Sally’s mind races as she tries to think of what to do next. She knows she has to tell Mr Robert, but she’s afraid of the consequences. Will Mrs Crowley lose her job? Will Sally be blamed for not discovering the incomplete draft earlier? She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down, reminding herself that honesty is always the best policy.
Sally takes a deep breath and thinks for a moment. She considers telling Mr Robert about what she found, but ultimately decides against it. She reasons that Mrs Crowley is probably already working on fixing the problem, and that it’s not her place to make things worse by getting involved. Plus, she doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama or tension in the office. With a sense of relief, Sally closes the drawer.
Sally slowly pulls open the middle drawer to reveal more bottles of gin. She can’t believe what she’s seeing, and she can’t shake the feeling that something is seriously wrong. As she opens the bottom drawer, she finds a thick folder containing more information on the Wilson contract. Her eyes scan the documents, her mind racing to make sense of it all.
Sally reluctantly but dutifully reads through the transcript of the emails between Mrs Crowley and Mr Wilson. As she reads, she can’t help but feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. It becomes clear that Mrs Crowley was antagonizing Mr Wilson, constantly asking for more concessions and making unreasonable demands. Mr Wilson, who had been a loyal client for years, was clearly becoming fed up with her behavior.
Sally can see how the situation escalated over time, with Mrs Crowley refusing to back down and Mr Wilson finally reaching his breaking point. In the end, he doesn’t even reply to her emails anymore. Sally feels a sense of disappointment and frustration, knowing that this could have all been avoided if Mrs Crowley had just been more reasonable.
As she finishes reading, Sally wonders what to do next.
Sally takes a deep breath and begins to work on the incomplete draft. She starts with the points that Mrs Crowley had included, but as she reads through the transcript of emails, she realizes that Mr Wilson had valid concerns that Mrs Crowley hadn’t addressed. She begins to add in some of his points, making sure to phrase them in a way that is respectful and constructive. She feels a sense of responsibility to ensure that the contract is fair to both parties, and that it represents the best interests of the firm. As she works, she can’t help but feel a sense of pride in her own abilities. She knows that Mr Robert values her work and that she has the skills to make a difference. She is determined to do her best, and to make sure that the Wilson contract is renewed, with a fair and equitable agreement for all involved.
Sally sighs before picking up the phone and dialing Mr. Wilson’s number. After a few rings, he answers.
“Hello, Stan Wilson speaking,” he says.
“Hi, Mr. Wilson, this is Sally from Clennagh and Associates. I’m calling about the contract renewal,” Sally says, trying to keep her voice calm and professional.
“Ah, yes. How’s it going?” he asks.
“Well, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been going over the draft, and I think there are some points that could be improved on both our sides,” Sally says, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible.
“I see. Well, why don’t we meet up and discuss it in person? I’m leaving town tomorrow, so it has to be tonight. How about dinner?” Mr. Wilson suggests.
Sally hesitates for a moment, thinking about her plans for the evening.
“Sure, that sounds good. What time and where?” she asks.
“Let’s say 7 pm at the Seaside Lodging Hotel, Pompadour restaurant. I’ll make a reservation for two. Does that work for you?” he asks.
Sally glances at her watch. It’s almost noon.
“Yes, that works. I’ll see you there,” she says, before hanging up.
As soon as the call ends, Sally starts to panic. She had planned to get her hair done after work, but there’s no way she can make it in time for a 7 pm dinner reservation.
She takes a deep breath and picks up the phone again, this time calling the salon to reschedule her appointment for the following day.
After that’s sorted out, Sally turns her attention back to the Wilson contract. She makes some revisions based on the transcript of the correspondence she found in Mrs. Crowley’s desk, trying to make the proposal more fair and balanced.
Once she’s finished, she sends the updated draft to Mr. Wilson, as promised.
“Okay, that’s done,” Sally says to herself with a sigh of relief. “Now I just need to get ready for dinner.”
Sally knocks on Mr Robert’s door and enters his office. “Good morning, Mr Robert,” she greets him, handing him the printout of the contract draft. “I found the Wilson contract and I have good news. I talked to Mr Wilson on the phone, and he agreed to meet me tonight for dinner to discuss the contract.”
“That’s great news, Sally,” Mr Robert says, taking the printout from her. “This contract is very important for us. We need to make a good impression on Mr Wilson. I want you to look your best. Here’s some cash, go buy yourself something nice to wear for tonight’s dinner.”
“Thank you, Mr Robert,” Sally says, a bit surprised at his offer. “I’ll try to reschedule my hair appointment for this afternoon. And I’ll make sure to look my best for the meeting.”
“That’s the spirit, Sally,” Mr Robert says, smiling. “Remember, this contract could be a game-changer for our firm. We need to give it our all.”
“I understand, Mr Robert,” Sally replies. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure we get this contract.”
“Good,” Mr Robert says, leaning back in his chair. “I have faith in you, Sally. Just don’t let me down.”
Sally nods, feeling the weight of the responsibility on her shoulders. “I won’t let you down, Mr Robert,” she says, before turning to leave the office.
My apologies, here’s a revised version:
Sally heads over to Ellen’s desk and greets her. “Hey Ellen, I won’t be in the office for the rest of the day. I have an important meeting with a client,” Sally says.
Ellen looks up from her computer and smiles. “Oh, that sounds exciting! Good luck, Sally. Is there anything I can help you with before you go?”
Sally nods, “Actually, do you mind if I use your phone? I need to call a few places to reschedule some appointments.”
“Sure thing, go ahead,” Ellen says, pushing her phone towards Sally.
“Thanks, Ellen. I appreciate it,” Sally says as she picks up the phone and starts dialing.
“Hi Edith, it’s Sally. I’m sorry to bother you, but I have to reschedule our appointment today. Can we make it a lot earlier? ”
“Hello Sally, sure we can try to work something out. When were you thinking? ”
“Is it possible to do it before 2 pm? ”
“Hmm, I do have a client scheduled around that time, but I can move some things around. How about I pick you up at 2 pm? ”
“That sounds great, Edith. Thank you so much. ”
“No problem, Sally. See you at 2 pm. ”
“Thanks again, Edith. You’re a lifesaver. ”
“Anytime, Sally. Take care. ”
Sally puts down the phone and turns to Ellen, thanking her for letting her use the phone. “No problem,” Ellen responds, “Is everything okay?”
Sally takes a deep breath and says, “It’s been a hectic day. I finally found the Wilson contract and amended it. And then Mr Robert asked me to call Mr Wilson and I’m meeting him for dinner tonight.”
Ellen’s eyes widen. “Wow, that’s a lot. Are you okay?”
Sally nods. “I think so. It’s just a lot to take in. But Mr Robert gave me some cash to get new clothes and look my best for the meeting tonight.”
Ellen smiles. “That’s great. I’m sure you’ll do great. Do you want to grab lunch together and talk more about it?”
Sally smiles back. “That sounds perfect. Let’s go.” They grab their jackets and head out of the office to a nearby café.
Sally arrives a few minutes early at Edith’s salon and sees an elderly lady getting her hair done. Edith is busy spraying lacquer on her short bubble perm. As the lady turns her head, Sally is surprised to recognize her as Pia Fenton, the young lady she had met a while ago. Pia looks a lot more mature and smiles at Sally.
“Surprise,” Pia said with a grin as Sally entered the salon. Sally returned the smile, happy to see her old acquaintance. She couldn’t help but notice Pia’s old-fashioned long dress.
As they caught up, a young suave man entered the salon and opened the door for Pia. “Gorgeous,” he said with a smile as he took Pia’s arm. Pia blushed, and Sally could see the chemistry between them.
“Well, it was lovely seeing you again, Sally,” Pia said, waving goodbye as she left the salon with the young man, arm in arm.
Sally couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched the two of them leave, wondering if she’d ever find someone who looked at her like that. She shook off the feeling and focused on getting her hair done, excited for her dinner meeting with Mr. Wilson.
Sally then turns to Edith and says, “I need you to make me look very mature, Edith. Cut it in a tight poodle perm with shaved sides and neck. Can you do that?”
Edith looks surprised but nods her head in agreement, “I can do that, Sally. But are you sure you want to go for such a dramatic change?”
Sally nods with conviction, “Yes, Edith. I need to look mature and professional for a meeting tonight.”
Edith smiles, “Alright, Sally. You trust me, right?”
Sally nods, “Of course, Edith. I trust you completely.”
Edith began to thoroughly wash Sally’s hair, making sure to get all the lacquer out. “It looks like Pia really went all out with the lacquer,” Edith remarked as she lathered up Sally’s hair.
Sally nodded, “Yes, she definitely did. But it’s all worth it for the contract.”
After the washing, Edith pre-cut Sally’s hair to about 2 inches all over before wrapping it in red rods. “This should give you a nice, tight poodle perm,” Edith explained as she worked.
Sally watched herself in the mirror as Edith worked, contemplating her new, more mature look. “Do you think it’ll be enough to impress Mr. Wilson?” she asked.
Edith smiled reassuringly. “Oh, I’m sure it will be. But to really sell the look, I suggest we do your eyebrows as well. It’ll really make you look the part.”
Sally hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Alright, let’s do it. I want to make sure I leave a good impression.”
Edith gently places cotton around Sally’s hairline to protect her skin, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin. Once the cotton is in place, she blot dries Sally’s hair and carefully applies a generous amount of the pungent perm solution to each of the red rods. Sally feels the cold liquid seeping into her hair, the chemical smell overwhelming. Once all the rods are covered, Edith places a plastic cap over Sally’s head to allow the solution to set.
As the perm solution works its magic, Edith begins plucking Sally’s eyebrows. “You know, Sally, I think shaping your eyebrows a bit more would really help accentuate your features and make you look more mature. What do you think?” Edith asks, tweezers in hand. Sally nods in agreement, closing her eyes as Edith continues with her work.
After about 20 minutes, Edith removes the plastic cap and checks a few of the red rods. She carefully examines the curls, making sure they are taking shape. Satisfied, she puts the rods back in and secures the plastic cap in place again. She then turns to Sally and picks up her tweezers to finish her eyebrows.
Edith carefully plucks the stray hairs around Sally’s eyebrows, shaping them perfectly. Sally winces a little as the plucking can be painful, but she remains still, knowing the result will be worth it. Edith then applies some soothing cream to the area to reduce any redness. Sally admires herself in the mirror, noticing that her eyebrows really do frame her face better now. She thanks Edith for the suggestion and the great job she’s doing.
Edith escorts Sally to the washing station, where she tilts Sally’s head back over the sink and turns on the water. The warm water cascades over Sally’s hair,making sure not to disturb the rods. Once the perm liquid is completely rinsed out, she carefully applies the neutralizing solution to each rod. After a 15 minutes, she washes out the neutralizer while gently removing the rods.
Sally looks at her reflection in the mirror, and can hardly believe her eyes. She sees a proud, confident woman with a head full of bouncy, curly hair. The short poodle perm frames her face perfectly, and she can’t help but smile at how mature and elegant it makes her look. She also notices her newly-plucked eyebrows, which are very thin and feminine. She feels a bit self-conscious about them at first, but then decides they are a perfect match for her new hairstyle. She can’t wait to show off her new look at her important meeting tonight.
Edith wraps a towel around Sally’s shoulders and starts to gently pat her hair dry. She then picks up a brush and starts to push Sally’s hair in different directions, shaping it into the desired style.
Sally notices Edith pick up a pair of clippers and hears them start to buzz. “What are you doing with those?” Sally asks nervously.
“I’m just going to clean up the nape of your neck and around your ears,” Edith responds, “don’t worry, I’ve been doing this for years.”
Sally nods her head, still a bit apprehensive. “Just make sure it’s well clear of my ears and nicely high on the neck,” Sally instructs.
Edith carefully guides the clippers along Sally’s neck and around her ears, making sure not to cut too close to her skin. After a few moments, she turns off the clippers and brushes off any loose hairs.
Edith uses the clippers to even out the locks of hair that are out of place, carefully working around the curled hair. As she finishes, she notices a few areas that need more attention. “Hold still now, dear,” she says to Sally as she gently lifts and lathers those areas. Then, with a steady hand, she shaves the area smooth with a straight razor. “There we are, all done,” she says, wiping away any excess cream.
Sally looks in the mirror, admiring the finished look. “I love it! It’s exactly what I was hoping for,” she says with a smile.
“I’m glad to hear that, dear,” Edith replies, patting her on the shoulder. “Now, let me just trim those eyebrows a bit more, and then you’ll be good to go.”
As Edith finishes the last touches on Sally’s eyebrows, Sally checks herself out in the mirror once more. “I feel like a new woman,” she says, beaming.
“You look like one too,” Edith replies with a smile. “Now, you better hurry along to that meeting. You don’t want to keep them waiting.”
Sally leaves the hair salon and heads to the nearby department store. She finds a perfect dark blue three-piece suit with a calf-length skirt that hugs her curves perfectly. The suit is tailored to fit her petite frame and has a flattering cut. The fabric is soft and luxurious, with a subtle sheen that catches the light just right.
She pairs the suit with a plain white blouse that has a delicate peter pan collar. The blouse fits her snugly, accentuating her slender figure. Her dark blue d’Orsay pumps complement the suit perfectly, adding a touch of sophistication to her look.
Sally accessorizes with a matching pearl necklace and earrings, both featuring a single pearl. The jewelry adds a touch of elegance to her outfit and draws attention to her delicate features. As she applies pale pink lipgloss, she takes a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She looks confident, poised, and ready for anything.
Back to the office, Sally steps out of the elevator, she notices Ellen standing at the reception desk with a concerned look on her face. “Sorry madam, we’re closed,” Ellen says with a frown. Sally’s heart sinks at the thought of not being able to get the contracts signed today. “Don’t be silly Ellen, it’s me Sally, I’ve come for the contracts,” Sally replies.
Ellen’s face lights up as she realizes it’s Sally. “Oh Sally, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you in that outfit. You look stunning!” she exclaims.
Sally smiles and thanks her, “Thanks Ellen, I had to run out, but I’m back now to get those contracts printed out.”
Ellen nods and gestures towards the office, “Of course, let me grab them for you. Mr. Robert has been asking about you all day, he’s been anxious to get those contracts signed.”
Sally goes to her desk and switches on her computer. She checks for the email from Mr. Wilson containing the revised contract. There are some minor issues, but they’re acceptable.
A few minutes later three copies of the contract are put in a folder. Sally carefully puts the folder in a simple attaché case.
“Thanks, Ellen. I’ll be heading out now to get these signed,” Sally says, as she picks up the contracts.
Ellen nods and wishes her luck, “Good luck, Sally. You’ve got this!”
Sally gives her a grateful smile and heads out of the office, ready to seal the deal.
She checks out Mr Robert’s office, but clearly he already left. Minutes later she finds herself on the street hauling a taxi. “Seaside Lodging Hotel, please”
Sally walks into the hotel lobby and looks around for the reception desk. She spots a bellboy and walks up to him.
“Excuse me, could you tell me where the Pompadour restaurant is?” she asks.
“Certainly, madam,” he replies with a smile. “It’s on the third floor. Just take the elevator over there,” he says, pointing to the elevator doors to the right.
“Thank you,” Sally says, reaching into her purse to give the bellboy a tip. He bows and thanks her before walking away.
As the elevator doors open on the third floor, Sally steps out and looks around for the Pompadour restaurant. She sees the Maître d’ standing near the entrance and walks over to him.
“Good evening, may I have your name, please?” the Maître d’ asks.
“Yes, it’s Miss Pierce,” Sally replies. “I’m here to meet Mr Wilson.”
“Ah, yes, Miss Pierce,” the Maître d’ nods. “Right this way, please,” he says, leading her to a table with a view of the city.
Sally takes a seat and glances around the room. The décor is elegant, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and plush red velvet chairs. She feels a little nervous but excited to meet Mr Wilson.
As Sally approaches the table, Mr. Wilson stands up and extends his hand for a handshake. She notices that he is a fit and strong middle-aged man with a friendly smile and a balding head of grey hair. He is dressed in a sharp, well-fitted grey three-piece suit with a bright red tie.
“Miss Pierce, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he says, his voice smooth and confident. “Please, have a seat. The table is reserved for us.”
Sally takes a seat, noticing the elegant table setting and the dimmed lights of the restaurant. She feels a bit nervous but excited at the same time, wondering what kind of business deal Mr. Wilson has in mind.
As Mr Wilson pulls out a chair for Sally, he flashes her a charming smile and waits for her to be seated before taking his own seat. The two exchange pleasantries as they sit down.
“It’s great to finally meet you, Miss Pierce,” Mr Wilson says, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mr Wilson,” Sally responds, smiling back at him. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”
As the waiter approaches, Mr Wilson orders a bottle of wine and engages Sally in conversation about their business dealings. Sally finds herself drawn to his confident demeanor and sharp wit, and Mr Wilson seems equally captivated by her intelligence and charm.
As they enjoy their meal and the conversation flows effortlessly between them, Sally can’t help but feel a connection with Mr Wilson. It’s clear that they share a mutual respect and admiration.
As they both take their seats, Mr. Wilson can’t help but compliment Sally on her immaculate hairdo. “Your hair looks absolutely stunning, Sally,” he says with a smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Wilson,” Sally responds, “I just got it done earlier today.”
Mr. Wilson reaches over and gently touches one of the curls. “May I?” he asks.
Sally nods, “Of course.”
As Sally nods in agreement, Mr. Wilson leans in and gently touches her hair around her ears, feeling the texture of the perm. “It’s remarkable, Sally. I’ve never seen such a perfect perm before,” he compliments her. Sally smiles and thanks him for the compliment. “Thank you, Mr. Wilson. I’m glad you like it,” she says, feeling a warm sensation of happiness.
Mr. Wilson pulls his hand back quickly and clears his throat. “I apologize, Miss Pierce. It’s been quite a while since I’ve touched a woman, especially since my wife passed away,” he says.
Sally reaches over to gently place her hand on his. “It’s quite alright, Mr. Wilson. I understand,” she replies with a warm smile. “Your wife must have been a wonderful woman.”
Mr. Wilson smiles sadly. “She was. We were married for thirty-five years. But, enough about me. Let’s focus on dinner,” he says, opening the menu.
Sally nods, and they both peruse the menu. As they do, they engage in easy conversation, finding common ground in their interests and hobbies. The evening is off to a great start.
The dinner progresses nicely, and Mr. Wilson and Sally enjoy a delicious meal of filet mignon with roasted garlic mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus. They chat about their work, their interests, and their families, discovering many shared experiences and commonalities. As the plates are cleared away, the Maître d’ appears with a dessert menu.
“May I recommend our signature chocolate soufflé?” he suggests.
Sally nods eagerly, and Mr. Wilson agrees. The Maître d’ disappears, and soon returns with two beautiful, piping hot soufflés, dusted with powdered sugar and accompanied by a small scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Sally takes a bite, savoring the rich, velvety texture and the bittersweet taste of the chocolate. “This is amazing,” she exclaims.
Mr. Wilson nods, smiling. “Yes, it’s quite good. I think I’ll have to come back here again soon.”
Sally agrees, feeling grateful for the delightful evening and the unexpected connection she’s made with this charming man.
The string quartet’s soft melody fills the room as Mr Wilson rises from his chair and extends his hand towards Sally. “Would you care for a dance, Miss Pierce?” he asks with a smile. Sally nods, taking his hand as she rises from her seat.
As they move to the dance floor, Sally feels Mr Wilson’s firm hand on her waist, leading her in a graceful waltz. She finds herself swept up in the rhythm of the music, her feet moving easily with Mr Wilson’s.
As they dance, Sally can’t help but notice how good of a dancer Mr Wilson is. He moves with ease, twirling her around effortlessly. The room seems to fade away as they dance, lost in the moment.
Finally, as the song ends, Mr Wilson bows to Sally and they return to their seats, both breathing a little faster. “Thank you for that dance, Miss Pierce,” he says with a smile. Sally smiles back, feeling a warmth spread through her.
As they finish the dance, Mr. Wilson takes Sally’s hand and leads her back to their table. “Sally, my dear, it’s been a wonderful evening, but I believe it’s time we turn our attention to business,” he says with a smile.
“Of course, Mr. Wilson,” Sally replies, matching his smile.
“I’ve actually rented a suite here at the hotel, it would be much easier for us to go there and sign the papers. What do you say?” he suggests.
Sally considers for a moment, then nods in agreement. “That sounds like a good idea.”
As they make their way to the suite, Mr. Wilson fills the silence with small talk, asking Sally about her work and her interests. Sally finds herself enjoying his company even more.
Once they arrive at the suite, Mr. Wilson offers Sally a drink and they sit down at the small table to go over the papers. The signing goes smoothly, and as they finish up, Mr. Wilson looks at Sally with a glint in his eye.
“Sally, I know this may be forward, but I can’t help but feel a connection between us. Would you be interested in joining me for a nightcap?” he asks.
Sally feels a warmth spread through her chest, but tries to keep her composure. “I would love to, Mr. Wilson,” she says with a smile.
After they have signed the papers, Mr. Wilson opens a chilled bottle of Veuve Clicquot, and they pour themselves some glasses. They sip the champagne slowly while chatting and laughing about their evening. Suddenly, Sally leans in and kisses Mr. Wilson on the cheek.
Sally: “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Mr Sally leans in and firmly kisses Mr. Wilson on the lips. He responds by kissing her back, and soon they are in a warm embrace.
Mr. Wilson pulls away slightly and says, “Sally, I know we just met, but I feel such a strong connection to you.”
Sally looks up at him with a smile and responds, “I feel it too, Mr. Wilson. I never thought a business trip could turn into something like this.”
Mr. Wilson chuckles and replies, “Please, call me John. And I agree, this is unexpected but wonderful.”
Wilson: “No, it’s quite all right. I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you.”
Sally wanted to say something and started with “Mr. Wilson–” but he interrupted her and said, “You can call me Stan.” Sally smiled and replied, “Call me Sally.” Stan smiled back and took her hand, “What is it that you wanted to say, Sally?” She took a deep breath and said, “I just wanted to thank you, Stan. This evening has been wonderful and I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.” Stan squeezed her hand gently and replied, “The pleasure is all mine, Sally. I have to admit, I didn’t expect to meet someone like you tonight.” They both chuckled and shared a warm smile.
Sally and Stan continue to kiss, their embrace growing even tighter. Stan’s hand slowly moves from her back to her neck, and he begins to rub it gently. Sally tilts her head slightly and lets out a soft moan. Stan’s hand moves up to her ear, tracing the curve of her earring, before moving back down to her neck.
As their kiss deepens, Sally’s hands wander up Stan’s back, feeling the fabric of his suit jacket. Stan breaks the kiss for a moment to whisper in Sally’s ear, “You’re so beautiful.” Sally smiles and they kiss again, with even more passion than before.
Mr Wilson is softly caressing her bare neck, she takes his arms and gently guides them over her breasts where she let him cup them. Next he slowly moves to unbutton her jacket, she unzips his fly slowly his pants drop to the floor. Stan has unbuttoned Sally’s blouse and gently kisses her on the heart. She softly touches his boxer brief, feeling his erection. He kisses her on her mouth while caressing her hairline, gently padding her short tight curls. Slowly the remove this clothing.
“Free me,” Sally whispers in his ears as she pushes her bra forward. His hands slowly slide down from to oblige. Her nipples are hard and erect, so is his cock. She drops her panties, “Take Me”, she orders.
He takes her hand and guides her to the bedroom, she drops on the bed, he follows. They embrace once again, she massages his manhood and guides it inside her awoken pussy. He slowly pumps, increasing depth and force. Sally moans as her aroused love tunnel oozes with warm cum.
Faster and deeper until emotions explode into a wave of joy. They relax for a moment.
“Again! ”
She sighs.
“At your command mylady”
And on they go until they fall asleep in a haze of delirium.
The sun peeps through the window curtains. Mr Wilson is back at caressing the short hairs above Sally’s ears. Sally smiles wondering how she had never experienced lovemaking that intense.
“I hope I can see you again” Stan whispers.
“If you take me again, now” she replies.
Stan doesn’t let the opportunity go to waste as he directs his spear into her pleasure hole once more.
“Oh, Mr. Wilson” she grunts.
“You can call me Stan”
To be continued.
