The Contemptible Secret

She went to bed around nine or so. It had been really hectic at work today. Nothing seemed to want to go right. She was kind of hoping that she could sleep off the day’s wrath, but somehow, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Her name was Francesca DuWhit; she’s a 32 year old business woman who owns her own companies. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, both independent and secure with herself. She had a strong will, a strong head, a ton of determination and was a formidable woman. She believed in her god and her family and kept them both close to her heart. Francesca owned two companies, Lena Corp; which was her parent company that sold the products her smaller company manufactured. Then there is Crème de Scents; which manufactured aromatherapy candles and her own line of bath and body products. So one could see just in that how busy she is. She is a self made woman, both in her admiration and forcefulness. She tossed and turned, tossed and turned when finally she looked at the clock on her nightstand. It read: 2:15am. “God,” she thought, “I wish I could sleep.” “I really needed to sleep, just needed the day to go away.” But for some reason, it wasn’t going to happen like she wanted it to. Biscuit on the other hand, didn’t have any problems falling asleep, for he was zonked out at the foot of the bed. Biscuit is her cat, just fluffy and golden as a biscuit, hence the name. The stresses of owning your own companies can wreak havoc on one’s nerves. At times, it seems everyone around you, wants a piece of you. No sexual undertone intended. One wishes for more hours in a day. The phones never stop ringing, the emails keep coming, meetings after meetings, it’s a never ending saga. But still one moseys on. Like ever running robots it seems like. She laid in bed looking at the ceiling thinking to herself, “I think what I really need is a vacation”, she thought aloud. “Thank god tomorrow is Saturday, at least I can take a nap if need be since it was obvious I’m not getting any sleep now” she thought. She sat up in bed, and whispered, “This is ridiculous,” grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels. It was like the invasion of the infomercials. Every channel had an infomercial on it. Those that didn’t had some rated “B” movie on it. “Well,” she said, “there’s nothing on TV.” “Maybe the internet would be more interesting,” she thought. So she hoofed her behind out of bed and headed for the computer. She checked her email. Spam of-course, as always. “Maybe,” she said, “maybe some shopping would relax me.” She logged into her Amazon.com account and starting browsing for some of the DVDs that were in her wish list. She wanted to see which ones were just released or were going to be. She found some of the DVDs that she wanted, bought them, and had them shipped. They would be here in a week or so. She felt a little turned on as shopping sometimes made her. So she logged on her Paltalk chat program to see who was on. In the back of her mind, she was looking for one particular screen name and was hoping that he was logged on. When the program gained access to the web, she looked down her buddy list. Yep, there he was, “youvegotmale,” was logged on. So she went ahead and pm'ed him. “Hi stud muffin,” she typed. He typed back, “hey there my sexy Francesca.” She asked him what was up and he replied back with nada. So he asked her the same. She said back to him, “wanting a little company.” His reply to that was: “sure sexy, I can be there in ten.” “Cool,” she typed back. She thought herself, “now there is a nice piece of booty, I had seen him online with his cam nude before, but never in person.” She was a tad nervous about meeting someone offline. Something she had never done before. She took in a deep breath and got up and darted into the bathroom. She douched, slipped a teddy on, and sprayed some “shag me” perfume on. She brushed her teeth and then brushed her hair. “Oooiii,” she thought, “I’d need to put some soft music on.” Suddenly there came buzzing. Since Francesca lived in a secure apartment complex, one had to be buzzed in, in order to get into the building. She hit the intercom and said, “Come on up love.” A few seconds later she heard the door bell ring. “He’s here,” she thought. Her heart raced and her hands started sweating. All of the dreams that she had of this man flashed before her eyes. She opened the door, “Hi,’ she said. “Hey Francesca,” he said back. “Come on in,” she said to Devon. He walked in and she closed the door. Her heart raced even faster now that he was actually here, standing in her foyer. “Would you like a glass of wine,” she asked? “Sure” Devon said. “Come on in and have a seat,” she said. Devon walked behind her as she led them to the living room. “Make yourself comfy,” Francesca said. Devon sat on the couch. As Francesca poured the wine, she looked over at Devon. “My god is he freaking hot,” she said to herself. Her body quivered for his hands to be all over hers, caressing all her tender white skin, touching her in all the right places, sending her to places of extreme ecstasy. She took the wine over to Devon and she sat on the other end of the couch. The tension in the room was high; someone needed to break the ice.