I’m finished with you. Please see yourself out, yeah?”
“You’re not serious?”
Helena leaned back in her chair and waited for Jeffrey to stand. After long moments, he did, shut his briefcase, and huffed as he made his way around the oblong table. At the door, he turned to make a final comment, but Helena pointedly shifted in her chair, turning away from him completely. He opened the door and walked out, wanting more than anything to slam the door which shut quietly on its spring.
“Is there anyone else who needs or wants to leave at this point?” She waited and the six remaining executives sat quietly. “Good, then. Let’s move on.”
* * * * *
Shane was nearly naked. Her boots were off, the leather jacket and muscle shirt she had been wearing were strewn on the living room sofa. Now, she sat on the bed pulling her jeans all the way off while Carmen stood in front of her watching intently.
“What are you waiting for? You want me to take those off for you?”
“No. I want you to rip it off, Papi.” Shane’s jeans were off and on the floor.
“For real? I’m your Daddy now?”
“Please, Papito, rip my shirt off. “Carmen was wearing a light green T-shirt with a large dark green marijuana leaf in the center. The shirt said Chronic Candy. There was already a tiny tear at the collar. “Show me how much you’ve gotta have me.” Carmen stepped over Shane’s jeans and stood between her lover’s legs. She grabbed the seated woman’s hand and raised it to her collar. “Rip it, baby.”
“Carmen, I like this shirt.” Shane shook her head.
“Then you can get me a new one.” Carmen stepped back. “No, I guess you don’t want this. Never mind.” Carmen turned, but Shane reached out and grabbed her and when she did, it was by the shirt.
“Uh-uh.”
In the hallway, Mark heard their conversation. His ear was to the door and he leaned in more to hear the sound of Carmen’s shirt being ripped.
“Now what?” Shane had ripped the shirt down the middle and it hung from Carmen’s shoulders and down her back, revealing full and luscious breasts. She leaned back on locked elbows and took in the view. “God, you’re fine.”
“And?” Carmen stared directly into Shane’s eyes challenging her to take those next steps.
Shane reached up and palmed Carmen’s breasts, then slowly moved down her chest, sliding lower over her abdomen, and then she unzipped Carmen’s Daisy Dukes’ jeans shorts. She slid them down her smooth, tanned legs leaving Carmen in a tiny, lime green thong. With her hand’s on Carmen’s hips, Shane jerked Carmen closer, moved her face against Carmen’s stomach and kissed her before using her teeth at the waistband of the thong and tearing it with her mouth. Carmen’s head tilted back and she laughed, then she looked at Shane and frowned. “I loved this thong. I can’t believe you ripped it apart.
