Lori Ch. 03

The snow storm lasted until Saturday afternoon and Dallas was all but paralyzed on Sunday and Monday. Walking into the office on Tuesday, I was in a very good mood because of the weekend. That lasted for all of five minutes after my first cup of coffee when Lori stuck her head in my office and announced that we had a conference call in five minutes with the home office in New York.

"Can you tell them I'm home sick?"

"Nope! That's why you get paid the big bucks." she said with a smile and a wink.

"Close the blinds when you come in. I don't want anyone to see me taking a nap."

Three minutes later she re-appeared, closed the blinds, locked the door and pulled a chair around to the side of my desk, sat down and laid a steno-pad on it. I dialed in to the call, announced myself, then I placed the phone on mute. Standing up, I walked out of my office to grab a fresh cup of coffee, then returning, I closed the door and sat down to endure one hour of telephonic Hell on Earth.

The call went thirty minutes past its scheduled conclusion and I had lost all interest in it ten minutes ago. I was sitting at my desk absently staring at Lori's leg as it slowly rocked back and forth. Her shoe had slipped off her heel some time ago and she was doing a balancing act with it on her toes as she sat with her legs crossed in the chair across from me taking notes. I wondered if she realized the reaction she was having on me when she suddenly hissed, "Phillip! They asked you a question!"

"Huh?" I replied as I bolted upright in my chair.

"Where are we at on the Sanford liability case?" she said quickly as I fumbled with the mute button.

"Sorry guys, I'm having some technical difficulties here with my speaker phone. We are still in the process of reviewing our options with that one. I should have an answer by Friday at the very latest but from the preliminary findings, I don't think we will be able to settle. It will most likely go to trial."

The responses came back quickly as I eased back in my chair grinning at Lori like a bird fed cat. She shook her head at me and to my dismay, reached down and placed her shoe back on her foot. Ensuring that the mute button was lit I whispered, "Aww!"

"I'm sorry Phillip, but you need to concentrate on why we are here instead of my little distractions."

"Your legs aren't a distraction."

"You certainly seemed distracted." she said with a knowing smile.

"I was a tad pre-occupied with your toes."

"With what?" she questioned as her foot started to rock back and forth again.

"I was imagining them pointing toward the ceiling."

"I guess our work relationship has changed a little huh?" she said quietly reaching across my desk to hang up the phone as the conference call came to an end.

"Regrets?" I asked softly.

"Oh Hell no!" she exclaimed, "I wouldn't trade it for the world. I know you and Tiffany will never hurt me and that means everything to me."

"Really?"

"Why do you think I agreed to Halloween night instead of slapping you across the face and running off to HR?"

"Did you really think about running off to HR?"

"My first thought was wondering what you had done with my boss, my second was thinking that I was dreaming and my third was 'Holy shit, this man really is asking me if I want to bang his girlfriend'. But HR never figured into it."

"I really thought that you might do that for a moment because of the look on your face when I asked you if you meant it."

"You still have a lot to learn about me young man." she stated as she flashed me a beautiful smile, "But now that I have your attention, there's a business matter that we need to discuss."

"Why ruin a perfectly good office flirtation session by bringing up business?" I asked as I leaned back in my chair.

"I have my reasons." Lori answered as she reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse.

"You have my attention." I said leaning forward.

"Be a dear, open your email and approve my vacation request. Would you please?"

"Sure, when are you going?" I said, reaching for my keyboard.

"The second week of February."

"Isn't that the week of the firm's annual business trip?"

"Yes it is, and that is why I am taking vacation."

"You're not going this year?" I said, becoming really confused.

"Oh I'm going with you, I'm just not going to work. Tiff and I talked about it on Sunday while we were making dinner. She gets bored waiting on you in the hotel room and I get bored listening to a bunch of attorneys talk about the bimbo they screwed the night before. So I am going but Tiffany and I will be spending our days shopping, laying on the beach and drinking every margarita that we can find. That is why God made Antigua and we are going to take full advantage of it while we are there this year. Now be a good boss and approve the request."

"Really?" I asked, arching my eyebrows as she walked over and sat down on the desk beside me, placing her left foot between my legs on the front of my chair.

"Really, then we can discuss the real problem." she said in a serious tone.

Every year my office would have its annual meeting someplace warm, sandy and inviting to beat back the mid-winter depression that had inevitably set in and this year it was in Antigua. The junior partners were encouraged to bring our significant others and on the final night we had an appreciation party for them. It was basically a company paid six day, five night vacation because the hangovers and sunburns usually prevented any serious business from being conducted.

I had taken Tiffany to the past two and I had taken Lori to every one since my first invitation four years ago. I couldn't imagine what the problem was but then again I was mostly concentrating on Lori's leg, or legs, or more truthfully the edge of her skirt and the inside of her thighs as she slowly rocked my chair back and forth with her foot.

"So what's the real problem?" I asked as I reached out to touch the charm on the gold chain on her ankle.

"No touchy!" she said softly as her foot dropped away from my chair.

"Aww."

"Sorry Sweetheart, but I promised Tiffany there would be no inter-office hanky-panky and I meant it. I may tease you until you run to the bathroom to take care of yourself, but no touchy in the office. Are we clear on that?"

She said it so firmly that I immediately pulled my hand back and looked into her green eyes, "Yes ma'am. Now what's the problem?"

"Our rooms. Plural. As in two of them. I'm not willing to risk being caught leaving your room in the morning and I am certainly not sleeping alone while we are there. Not after the past couple of days anyway. And to be honest with you, Tiffany isn't happy about it either." she responded.

"You've never brought a problem to me that you didn't already have an answer for so how much is this answer going to cost me?" I said with a chuckle.

"Six hundred dollars a night. There's an all-inclusive, adults only resort about three miles from the hotel, with personal transportation, a private beach, three restaurants and a really nice nightclub. Coincidentally, they have a very reasonably priced Presidential suite with a California King sized bed that is available."

"How private is the beach?"

"Very." she said with a gleam in her eyes.

"So book it."

"I already have. I used your American Express card, just so you know."

"This is my shocked face." I said, realizing that I had been played like a fiddle.

Without responding, she reached for her phone then punching the screen a few times, she smiled at me as the phone rang. I was more than a little shocked when I heard Tiffany answer and I almost came unglued when I heard Lori say, "I told you so."

"Really?" Tiffany said.

"Really?" I parroted.

"Girl, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Two buttons on my blouse, a little glimpse of leg and he folded like a cheap lawn chair." she answered as she slid off my desk winking at me.

Taking the phone off the speaker she held it up to her ear and began walking toward my office door adding, "If I had unbuttoned three of them he would have probably bought us matching cars."

Pausing for a moment she laughed then turned to face me saying "Hang on, I'll find out."

She glided back toward my desk and stepping around it she leaned down with her face inches from mine. Looking me in the eyes she slowly and deliberately smiled as she began to unbutton her blouse again with her free hand; stopping only when it was completely unbuttoned. Her bare breasts were on full display to me as she slowly began to move them closer until first one, then the other nipple brushed across my lips.

She slowly pulled back, lifting her hand to her breasts she rubbed them, looking at me with those vivid green eyes and almost whispering said, "Tiffany wants to know what Mercedes Class that will get us?"

"E at the very least." I said softly, as my hands slid up under her skirt, coming to rest on the bare cheeks of her ass.

Laughing as she tossed her head back, she spoke into her phone again, "Don't make any plans for Saturday Tiff; we're probably going shopping."

Hanging up, she quickly re-buttoned and straightened her blouse, reached down and removed my hands from her ass, then walked to the door. But when she reached for the knob she froze, quickly turning back toward me.

"It's unlocked!"

"Indeed it is." I replied with a grin.

"Anyone could have walked in here!"

"Indeed they could have." I said as I leaned back in my chair smiling as her self-assurance quickly faded.

"Phillip! My God! Have you lost your damn mind?" she responded with a wide eyed stare.

"I wasn't planning on any inter-office hanky-panky as you've so beautifully phrased it. Besides, what happened to no touchy and your promise that nothing would happen if Tiffany wasn't present?"

"Oh Phillip, sometimes you are so innocent that it is sinful to play with you." she responded with a small laugh.

"Huh?" I replied becoming a little confused.

Holding her phone up she winked, "Have you never heard of Face Time? She was right here with us from the moment I called her; you should have seen the smile she had. It was amazing."

"You win."

"Always. Now be a dear and wipe that silly grin off your face before I open the blinds." she said with a straight face as she reached for the switch then glided out the door to her desk.

I laughed at, more than to, myself as I sat back, opened my email and approved Lori's vacation request. Then I Googled "Dallas Mercedes Benz dealerships" and I was more than a little relieved to see that an E Class could be leased for a reasonable amount of money. I might be a lot of things, but I will never be called a hypocrite.

When I got home that evening Tiffany was in the kitchen standing at the stove making dinner. I walked up behind her, lifted her hair from her neck and gave her a kiss, the same way I had done hundreds of times before. This time she sighed, leaned back against me and whispered "That was hot."

"Really!" I said, lifting her hair again.

"Not that Silly! Watching you and Lori this morning. I was at work so I had to run to the restroom and turn the volume down to watch it."

I took a step back in shock standing there like I had been hit in the head by a ball bat.

"What? You didn't know I was watching?" she giggled as she glanced over her shoulder at me

"She told me you were afterwards but I thought she was bluffing." I said as my senses returned.

"You've known her for how long Phil? When has Lori ever bluffed?"

"So you really watched?"

"From the second she called until she hung up. Why?"

"When did you two agree to that?"

"Monday while you were in the shower. She told me that there might be times that she couldn't wait for us all to be together and she had a plan to include me if that happened."

"And you agreed to it?"

"Yep!" she said with a smile before she added, "It is almost as good as being in bed with you two. Almost. I did get a touch jealous when she brushed her nipple against your lips."

"I'm sorry Honey." I said, taking her in my arms.

"Don't be. I just wished it had been me instead of you." she said as she kissed me.

"I'm confused. You're not mad or jealous or even upset?"

"Nope, nope and nope. I'm still a little horny because there is only so much a girl can do in a restroom at work; but we can take care of that after dinner." she answered with a wink and a smile.

"You're amazing." I said as sincerely as I could.

"You have no idea Sweetheart. There is more to her plan than you think."

"Do tell."

"Occasionally, if she isn't here, I'm going to Face Time her so she can watch us and if you're a good boy there might even be a few times when you can watch your girls having a little fun. What do you think about that?"

"My girls?" I asked with a goofy grin on my face.

"What else would you call us Phillip? Neither of us are going anywhere and you are the one that let this genie out of the bottle; so how else would you describe this relationship now?"

"I never gave it that much thought, but if I had to give it a description I would say that 'my girls' is an excellent choice of words."

"We thought so. Would you mind making the salad?" she asked, turning back to the stove.

"Not at all. Oh and by the way, when you two go car shopping on Saturday, ask for Gerald, he's the Lease Manager at the Mercedes dealership in Lewisville." I added it as an offhand remark, and grinned as the spoon she was holding clattered to the floor.

"What!"

"He has a couple of different models to show you two, just make sure they are the ones you want before I sign the paperwork."

"What?" she exclaimed again, as her eyes grew wide.

"All you had to do was ask Sweetheart. But truthfully, the way you two did it was hot as fuck."

"No way! You did not call a Mercedes dealership!" she gasped.

"Talk to Gerald. Like I said, he has a couple of cars picked out for you two to look at."

"Oh my God! I love you!" she cried as she flung her arms around my neck and planting a kiss on my lips that made me wonder why I had never gotten her a car before.

I swore Tiffany to secrecy and on Friday she called Lori asking her to stay with us over the weekend. As soon as she hit the door Lori gave us both a kiss, then headed upstairs to change. When she reappeared in the kitchen she was wearing a smile, a pair of pink fuzzy socks and one of my button down shirts with the bottom two buttons fastened. Saying that Lori had the right idea, Tiffany handed her a glass of wine excused herself, then reappeared five minutes later in the exact same state of dress.

From the kitchen table, I watched and listened as the two of them shared a bottle of wine, talking and laughing as they prepared dinner. They weren't trying to be seductive but the truth was, watching the two of them interact that innocently, dressed the way they were, was and still is, one of the sexiest memories I have. I was really surprised at how quickly they had become so close and even more surprised that there wasn't even a hint of jealousy between them. I guess having known each other for as long as we had made it easier for us all to transition from friends to lovers.

That thought reminded me that Christmas was fast approaching and I realized that for the foreseeable future I was going to be on my own buying gifts for them. So while they were out looking at cars tomorrow, I hatched a plan to head to a jewelry store and play Santa Claus; and it eventually paid off far better than I could have ever imagined. And the look on Lori's face when Tiffany told her that they really were going car shopping in the morning was absolutely priceless.

For the record, that particular evening in bed was one for the books. I was the one that finally tapped out. But, in my defense, it was one in the morning when I finally begged them to let me go to sleep.

"Aww, I think we may have broken it Tiffany." Lori said with a pout on her lips as she slowly stroked my dick, "I can't even get a twitch out of him."

"Can I try?" Tiffany asked as she slid lower on the mattress.

"Oh good God! Can I please get some sleep?" I asked, almost pleading with them.

"Go ahead Baby. You're going to need your rest if I really drive a Mercedes home tomorrow." Tiffany said with a giggle as her head bounced back on her pillow.

"You may need Viagra if I do." Lori said, kissing me on the cheek as she settled in beside me.

"I'm thirty-three years old! I don't need Viagra!" I replied, feeling a little hurt.

"That's well past your prime Stud. If you can't handle us now, what are we going to do with you in ten years?" Lori asked.

"Bury me with a smile on my face?" I responded.

Once they stopped laughing, they snuggled up against me thankfully drifting off to sleep.

I will admit that it stoked my ego a bit when I walked on to the sales floor of the dealership and Tiff and Lori joined me, each taking an arm and walking me toward the leasing office. I got more than one admiring glance and nod from the salesmen on the floor.

Gerald even asked me how one guy could get so lucky and both of us almost choked when Lori quipped "I'm his mistress and she's my girlfriend, just don't let his wife find out."

"Miss Jackson, I can assure you, Miss Reynolds and Mister Tyler, that discretion is my middle name."

"Thank you Gerald." Lori responded, sounding very sincere.

"Mister Taylor, would you care to step into my office to start the paperwork?"

"Certainly." I said as it sank in that I was in fact about to sign the leases on two high end luxury sedans for the ladies in my life, so I added, "You two do realize this covers me for Christmas. Right?"

"Christmas, Valentine's Day, Easter, and the third Friday in September." Tiffany answered with a grin as she kissed me on the cheek.

"And every day in between Baby." Lori responded as she stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the other cheek.

Some days, it's good to be the king.

Lori turned more than one head when she pulled into the employee parking lot on Monday. The other women and a few of the attorneys in the office were abuzz in conversation and speculation about her ability to afford a car like that on her salary. Her response to them was perfect. She simply ignored them and smiled; a lot.

Tiffany on the other hand was the Belle of the Ball when she showed up at work. She told me that evening over dinner that one of the women she worked with wanted to know if I needed another girlfriend.

"Oh yeah? What did you say?"

"I told her that you were booked solid but I would keep her in mind if one of us left.

"You did not!"

"Yep! Did too!" she said with a laugh and a wink.

"Oh my God Tiff! How did that go over?"

"She laughed and walked away."

"Well that was anti-climactic."

"Like you could handle another one."

Who was I to argue? She really did have a point.

Before I knew it, Christmas had arrived. We all spent several nights together in December, either at her home or at ours. By the time Christmas Eve rolled around it was a given that she would be staying at our home that night. However, due to previous arrangements, she would be leaving on Christmas Day to drive to Austin and visit with family and friends; but not before she had breakfast with us.

When I slipped out of bed that morning, I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of sleep pants, then glanced down at the bed. After I had gotten up the girls had scooted closer to each other and Tiffany was softly running her fingertips across Lori's bare shoulders causing an almost inaudible sigh to escape Lori's lips as she snuggled even closer. I smiled as I walked out of the bedroom, thinking to myself "Merry Christmas you lucky bastard."

When Tiffany and I spent our first Christmas morning together I started a tradition by getting up before her and making breakfast. The menu was always the same; Eggs Benedict with a crab lump, bacon and French toast that was smothered in maple syrup and a mound of soft butter. Tiffany said that was why she kept dating me, just so I would feed her again on Christmas morning. This year, the only difference was that I made three plates instead of two. Well, that and I stepped into the den and retrieved two small presents from under the tree instead of one.