"God damn it to Hell. Fucking bunch of bastards. How could they do this to me again," fumed the angry woman pacing back in forth in front of the office window overlooking downtown Atlanta.

Chelsea Richardson was angry. She had worked hard within the company to climb the executive ladder. It seemed for every goal she wanted to reach; it took her more tries than the average executive did. She had been grooming for this newest promotion for eighteen months. She had taken night courses after work and committed many extra hours to catching up the company's back load of projects. She had volunteered to lead many smaller projects that needed to be done within a specific time frame. Her outcomes had been excellent. Her commitment to the company was excellent. She could not understand how the Board of Directors could bring in some untried, unknown executive to fill the position. Who exactly is Remy Carrington? What are his credentials that make him a better candidate? No one was answering questions. The answer would not be forthcoming until he started work on Monday and today was only Friday.

Chelsea slammed down her notepad and pulled out her chair. Walking around to the front of the chair, she stopped and flopped down. She buzzed for her secretary. While waiting she picked up a pencil and drummed it on the desktop.

Her secretary stood and looked through the glass partition before moving toward the door. She had noted Chelsea's state of mind when she came storming past her desk less than thirty minutes ago. She could see the pain and disappointment again etched on her face, knowing she did not get the promotion. Liz, the secretary, watched her boss sitting there thumping the pencil up and down. Chelsea was a beautiful woman who carried herself well. She was tall and athletically honed from daily exercise routines both before and after work. Staying fit and trim was a priority to her. She wore her dark, auburn hair swaying gently to her shoulders. Her bangs dangled enticingly over her forehead. Chelsea was forever reaching up and brushing them aside mainly from habit and no other reason. Her eyes blazed with fiery emeralds when she was upset or angry as she was today but the color was beautiful, even in anger. Her face was attractive with her perfect nose and alluring lips. She was very confident of herself and it showed in all interactions she had.

Liz picked up her notepad, took a deep breath, and entered the office.

"Yes, Ms. Richardson, you wanted to see me?" Liz spoke aloud.

"Liz, clear my calendar, please, for the rest of the day. I'll be out of the office this afternoon," Chelsea said to her as she sat up straighter in her chair.

"Is there anything I can??" Liz began.

"No, Liz. I'm fine. I just need to get out of here. I've got to have some time to think things through." Chelsea replied in a disappointed voice.

"Sure, I'll be glad to handle everything for you. In fact, your calendar was clear except for the time we set aside to finish those files. You should be good to go." Liz replied as she stood up to leave the office.

"Thanks, Liz," answered Chelsea as she stood too, preparing to leave the office.

Chelsea hailed a cab to the Marta station where she caught the afternoon train to Dunwoody. From the Dunwoody train station, she picked up her car and drove home to her apartment. She entered the empty rooms and tossed her keys onto the table as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. Quickly stripping off her clothing, she stepped into the shower. With the water cascading down over her head, she finally let her tears of frustration flood from her eyes. As she worked to regain her composure, she told herself, "Never again! I am not going to let this bother me any more."

Chelsea finished her shower and as she was drying, she realized she needed to get out of the apartment and be around people to take her mind off of the events of today. She decided she would go back uptown to the new club, The Dive. She had heard the music was rocking and the girls were hot. It was just what she needed tonight. That would be the trick to take her mind off her troubles.

Chelsea slipped on a pair of black silk g-string panties. She reached into her closet and removed a black dress. The jet-black halter dress was made of a brocade stretch fabric, which would mold to her breasts. The back was cut nearly halfway down her back while the front, in its halter style, circled her breasts, bringing attention to them. She did not wear a bra so her nipples were softly outlined against the snug material. The center was cut into a deep vee between her breasts. The skirt of the dress flared gently, dropping midway down her thighs. To complete her outfit, Chelsea added a pair of black high heel shoes. She slipped a pair of diamond studs into her ears and circled her neck with a white gold, herringbone necklace. Turning toward her dressing table, she quickly spritz with perfume, applied her makeup and lipstick, and brushed her hair. She was ready to go.

Chelsea drove to the front of the club where she pulled to a stop. The valet ran around and opened her door, holding out a hand to assist her as she rose from the car. Chelsea flipped her keys to the valet and walked toward the front of the club. Lights were blazing and music poured from the door as patrons entered and exited. Chelsea walked to the door, paid her cover charge, and entered the club.

The club was noisy and active since it was Friday night. As Chelsea pushed her way toward the bar, she noted some of the women that were currently in the building. They appeared to be of all ages, races, sizes, and persuasions. She saw couples, groups, and singles as she continued moving deeper into the club. Upon reaching the bar, she looked for a seat that would allow her to watch the dance floor. Chelsea loved to dance and enjoyed watching others dance nearly as much. Once seated, she ordered a vodka martini. As she turned toward the dance floor, she felt a presence slip up behind her. Sipping her drink, she continued looking around. When she sat down her drink, the woman behind her moved around in front where she could see her. Chelsea liked what she saw.

The woman was probably the same height that she was but more heavily built. She was not overweight but exhibited some highly developed muscles on her biceps and thighs. She had light chestnut hair that was cut close to her head, lying in a soft brown cap. Her eyes were brown, nearly the same shade as her hair. She had dimples on either side of her mouth that deepened as she smiled; showing her well-shaped firm mouth. She had high cheekbones like an Indian with a straight perfect nose. She was wearing black dress trousers with black square-toed boots on her feet and a creamy white silk, tucked neatly into her trousers. It was unbuttoned to the top of her breasts. She had nice shaped breasts, just a little on the small side however. Chelsea couldn't help checking her out as she stood beside her.

"Hello, May I buy you another drink?" the stranger asked Chelsea.

"Uh, sure, that would be nice." Chelsea managed to get out.

"What are you drinking?" asked the stranger as she turned toward the bar, signaling the bartender.

"Vodka martini." Chelsea replied.

"By the way my name is R.C.," the woman told Chelsea as she handed her drink to her.

"Very nice to meet you. My name is Chelsea," Chelsea responded in turn.

Chelsea could feel the tension she had been under slipping further away as she sat beside R.C. This woman intrigued her and she hoped she would get the opportunity to get to know her even better at least for tonight. Chelsea enjoyed sex but had been too busy in her professional life to want to pursue a full time relationship. Instead, she followed the slogan of the 4 G's in life: Get it on, Get off, Get dressed, and Get out. One-night stands were all she wanted when the need for intimacy came over her. Tonight was a good night to have those needs met. Generally, she was passive in her role but tonight she wanted it hard, fast, and rough. She hoped that R.C. would fill the role.

R.C. watched Chelsea as she sipped her drink, thinking what a hot dish and wondered if she was waiting for someone or was alone. Well, only one way to find out, she thought to herself.

"Chelsea?" R.C. asked in a low toned southern drawl, "Are you waiting for anyone or are you here alone this evening?"

Chelsea leaned forward exposing a little more of her breasts as she answered while looking around the room, "Humm, seems to be a house full of people here, but no, I'm not waiting for anyone." She looked up into R.C.'s brown eyes and smiled.

"Good, I'm really glad to hear that," replied R.C. as she sipped her gin and tonic.

"Why, what do you have in mind?" Chelsea questioned with a little smirk on her face.

"I though maybe you might like to hang out a bit, dance, have another drink or two. You know, see where the evening leads." R.C. answered in a suggestive voice.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Why don't we see if we can find a table closer to the dance floor?" Chelsea mentioned as she sat her drank on the coaster.

Great, R.C. replied as she rose up slightly on tiptoe and looked around the perimeter of the dance floor. Near the far wall, she spotted an empty table that should give them enough privacy to talk while still enjoying the music and dancers.

R.C. held out her hand to Chelsea saying, "I see one across the room. If we make a quick charge across the dance floor, I think we can get there before anyone else notices it being empty.

Chelsea reached out and grasped R.C.'s hand as she slid from the stool. Holding tightly to each other, they quickly rush through the middle of the dancers to the still empty table. The lighting was more subdued in this area of the room as was the volume of noise. This would be perfect for them to get to know one anther if they chose to do so.

Once seated, they paused for a few moments to catch their breaths, laughing lightly at how they must have looked sprinting across the dance floor. Chelsea leaned both elbows on the table and propped her chin in her cupped hands. She watched as R.C. signaled the barmaid to come take their drink orders. Chelsea liked the commanding way that R.C. had in handling their plans. In fact, so far, there was very little she didn't like. She thought back on the way that R.C. hand had felt in her. She remembered the strong yet tender way in which R.C. had linked their fingers just as they began the rush across the room. Rather than pulling her along, she had stayed right beside her making sure she didn't trip or fall. Chelsea admitted to herself that she was also attracted to R.C.'s physical looks and would not mind finding out more of what she might look like beneath her clothes.

They sat quietly for a few minutes absorbing the sound and action around them. The dance floor was directly to their right while there appeared to be a dimly lit hallway to the left. The was a sign next to the hallway saying, POWDER ROOM. "At least," R.C. thought to herself, "We're in a little better vicinity to all the areas we might possibly need."

The barmaid returned with their drinks. R.C. quickly paid her, pushing Chelsea's money back toward her saying, "Next time." They sat together sipping their drinks and listening to the music, learning a little more about one another.

"What kind of work do you do R.C.?" Chelsea asked as she swirled her finger around in the moisture on the side of her glass.

"Right now, I am between jobs. I have a job that I should be picking up on Monday but something just doesn't feel right about it. I can't put my finger on it but something tells me I would be making the wrong decision if I take it." R.C. answered slowly.

"What kind of job is it?" questioned Chelsea.

"Well, out of respect for the company I'd rather not say right now, if you understand." R.C. responded quietly.

"Oh, yes. I do." Chelsea came back while nodding.

"So, what about you, Chelsea? What about your job?" asked R.C.

"I'm kind of in the same boat as you. I have a terrific job but the company is jerking with me and there seems to be an unspoken glass ceiling. I have got to make some harsh decisions whether I stay with the company or move on." she replied sadly.

"I tell you what. Let's forget about work for the time being and come dance with me," R.C. stated as she watched the look of unhappiness settle on Chelsea's face while she spoke of her job.

Chelsea looked over at R.C. and smiled, "Yes, that would be perfect."

R.C. stood up and reached for Chelsea, helping her to stand. Both turned toward the dance floor. R.C. placed her hand gently in the middle of Chelsea's back as she guided her toward the dance floor. She could feel the warmth of Chelsea's bare skin where the back of the dress dipped to her hips. It felt soft and smooth on her fingertips.

Reaching the dance floor, they turned toward each other and starting moving in time to the music. Both R.C. and Chelsea loved to dance and it was apparent in the fluid dance moves they were making. The black strobe lights flashed off and on adding tension to the dancing with their lightening-like flashes. The couple continued to gyrate faster to the music, enjoying the chance to release some pent up tension. The song came to and end. R.C. and Chelsea remained on the dance floor standing next to each other along with several other couples as they waited for the next song. No words were exchanged as they simply caught their breaths.

The music began and a deep bass beat could be heard sending pulsing beats through their bodies. They began dancing again, matching the throbbing beats of the drums. The strobe lights added to the excitement. Dancing bodies around them crushed the two women closer together.

R.C. reached out and turned Chelsea away from her. She stepped up close behind Chelsea and molded her body to the back of Chelsea as the hypnotic music raced through her body. She slid her arms around Chelsea and placed both hands on Chelsea's abdomen, pulling her tight back against her body as she ground against her, bumping with the music. As one unit, R.C. swayed with Chelsea and twisted, holding her tight against her own body. She could feel Chelsea's hips pressed against her pubic area and it ignited heat deep within the core of her. R.C.'s breath deepened as she pressed even tighter to Chelsea. She could feel Chelsea's breath quicken with excitement as they continued to grind against each other. Tingles of excitement coursed throughout R.C.'s body.

In the meantime, Chelsea was slowly burning. She loved being held in this manner, tight against another female body. She could feel R.C.'s fingers splayed across her abdomen, as they gently held tight against her, pulling her tighter in against R.C.'s body. She ground her hips back as they moved with the music, teasing R.C. with her body. She could feel R.C.'s heat against her back. She could feel R.C.'s breasts pressed against her bare back, the rigid nipples behind the silk, rubbing against her as they moved with the throb of the music.

R.C. let her hands slid lower, stroking the tops of Chelsea's thighs. Her dress slid beneath the touch of her hands as R.C. slowly moved her hands up and down. Finally, she stopped, turned Chelsea in her arms, and pulled her tight up against her chest.

"God, this feels so good," R.C. thought as she again wrapped her arms around Chelsea, this time planting her hands on both of Chelsea's hips.

Chelsea wrapped her arms around R.C.'s shoulders and held on, loving the way they felt moving together. Her body began to burn with lust as she could feel their breasts rubbing together. Her nipples became firm and burned each time she moved against R.C.'s chest. She could feel R.C.'s breast against hers and it made her body want more. She wanted it now. Throw caution to the wind. Here. In front of everyone. She needed her, bad.

R.C. could feel the tension rising in Chelsea's arms as they danced. She too, was at the point she needed more. Stepping back from Chelsea, she let her hand slid down Chelsea's arm until once again she held her hand. This time R.C. turned and pulled Chelsea along beside her, heading back toward their table. Instead of stopping at the table, R.C. continued stepping into the darkened hallway leading to the Powder Room.

Once inside the dim hallway, R.C. stopped and turned, pulling Chelsea hard against her body. She slid her arms behind Chelsea and captured the back of her head in her hands. R.C. leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Chelsea's lips, covering them in a hot, passionate kiss. Chelsea opened her lips and allowed R.C. to press her tongue deep inside as they pressed more firmly together. Chelsea moved her hands to R.C. hips and just held on as the kiss swept through her body and settled in the core of her womanhood. She felt herself getting damp and excited.

R.C. pulled back, panting slightly as she again moved them both further down the hallway into the Powder Room.

"Thank god it's empty," R.C. said a little prayer as they entered. Chelsea tugged gently on her hand, stopping their movement as she turned to lock the door behind them.

Chelsea was excited. She knew the danger and excitement heightened her emotions as anyone could come pounding on the door at any moment. She walked closer to R.C., reached out, caught the front of her shirt, and pulled her nearer, slashing her mouth against R.C.'s in a hot fiery kiss.

R.C. walked Chelsea backward until she had her pinned against the wall. Once there, R.C. pressed hard against Chelsea, rubbing her chest up against Chelsea's chest. Still kissing her, she pressed her tongue deep, sucking hard as she felt Chelsea trembling in her arms. Pulling back, R.C. moved one hand up to run her fingertips across the top of Chelsea halter-top where her breasts rose with passion. Keeping her eyes focused on Chelsea's eyes, R.C. slid her hand beneath the halter-top and cupped one breast.

"God, she's hot. So soft and firm," R.C. thought as she ran her fingers over Chelsea's breast.

She found the firm, hard nipple and pinched it between her finger and thumb making Chelsea arch into R.C.'s body. Chelsea moaned as hot spheres of desire shot through her breast to her hot, wet core of desire.

R.C. could tell Chelsea was ready for more as she pulled back and turned Chelsea to face the wall. She reached down, lifted Chelsea's arms up over her head, placing her hands on the wall, and whispered in her ear, "Leave them there. No matter what, keep them on the wall."

Chelsea shivered as she felt R.C.'s breath feathering against her ear. She pressed the palms of her hands tight against the wall and wondered what would happen next.

R.C. stepped back just enough to allow her to see Chelsea leaning against the wall with her arms up over her head. R.C. reached and gently guided Chelsea's lower body out slightly away from the wall, making her lean into the wall, placing her weight against her hands that pressed against the wall. R.C. raised her hands to Chelsea's shoulders and ran her fingers slowly down Chelsea's back to her hips where she stopped. She took both hips in her hands and gently squeezed them with her fingers as she stepped closer again.

R.C. reached down and flipped up the bottom of Chelsea's dress, draping it over her hips. She could see Chelsea's round pert buttocks and she reached out and ran her hands over both hips, moaning beneath her breath at the heat she felt in her hands.

Chelsea moaned deeply as she felt R.C. rubbing against her hips. She could feel R.C.'s fingers trailing over her buttock, teasing her as Chelsea throbbed harder, wanting more. Chelsea turned her head slightly and saw the look of lust on R.C.'s face as she stared down at Chelsea's butt. She heard R.C. groan just before she felt her move back up against her butt.

The material of R.C.'s trousers was slightly rough against Chelsea's bare hips as R.C. ground into her hips. Leaning forward, R.C. kissed the back of Chelsea's neck in a hard, wet, sucking kiss. She then trailed a series of quick kisses down her back, stopping only at her hips were R.C. ran her tongue in quick circles over each hip.

Standing back up, R.C. moved her pelvis once again up tight against Chelsea's hips as she began grinding and bumping against Chelsea. Rocking harder and harder against her, grinding into her hips. R.C. reached around and ran one hand between Chelsea's legs, touching her mound through her panties. Chelsea groaned and threw back her head as her legs trembled with this new sensation. Still, she kept her hands pressed on the wall. She wanted to turn and grab hold of R.C. yet stayed as she was, too overwhelmed with the ecstasy she was feeling.

R.C. ground against Chelsea's butt, pushing her hard against the wall, while slowly rubbing her hand over Chelsea's damp mound. As she felt Chelsea's excitement mounting, R.C. wanted to make Chelsea cum while holding her. She slid one finger beneath the leg of her panties and touched Chelsea's hot, wet button as she ground her hips harder, pushing Chelsea more. R.C. slowly ran her finger up and down the wet channel as she heard Chelsea's breathing change, knowing she was close to exploding in her hand.

Still grinding hard, R.C. slid her finger roughly into the core of Chelsea's womanhood. As she did so, Chelsea arched away from the wall as her orgasm burst through her body, sending blinding bolts of electricity throughout her entire body. Chelsea moaned deeply in her chest as she felt her body clamping against R.C.'s finger moving in and out of her body. Her legs barely held her up and if R.C. had not had an arm wrapped around her body, she knew she would have fallen.

As the flames began to die, Chelsea once more leaned into the wall, drawing in great breaths of air to steady herself. Chelsea felt R.C. pulling her finger out but still holding herself pressed tight against her hips.

Just as she was going to turn around to return the favor, a loud pounding began on the door.

"Oh for Christ's sake, can't you get done in there. I been standing out here nearly fifteen minutes and I am about to pee in my pants. Shit." said a voice from the other side of the door.

R.C. stepped back, dropping Chelsea's dress back over her hips as she reached out and helped her away from the wall. She walked to the sink and washed her hands while looking in the mirror at Chelsea still standing there with a dazed look on her face.

"I didn't get to finish with you," Chelsea finally said. "I didn't even get to start," disappointment sounded in her voice.

"Sugar, this give me a rain ticket to collect on," replied R.C. as she dried her hands.

Walking over to Chelsea, R.C. reached out and drew her forward for one final, gentle kiss, saying, "Thank you, baby. That was great." R.C. then turned, unlocked the door, and walked out.

Chelsea was slightly stunned that she was left behind but didn't have time to think about it as two women rushed into the room heading toward the toilet stalls. Chelsea shook her head slightly and headed back toward their table. As she neared their table, she spotted R.C. making her way through the crowd near the front of the lounge. Still watching, Chelsea saw her leave the building.

"Oh well, I came here for one thing and I guess I got it," she shrugged her shoulders thinking to herself. "Still, I would have liked to have gotten her number. I would give anything to have had the chance to return the favor. C'est la vie."

Chelsea made her way across the room and out the door. The valet pulled her car around to her and she drove back to her apartment. She was certainly refreshed by the evening but wished it had ended just a little differently.

Chelsea slept late into Saturday morning, feeling really invigorated when she finally awakened. She knew now what her answer to work would be. She rose from her bed, slipped on her robe and padded into the kitchen. She made a pot of coffee and placed a Danish roll on a saucer. Carrying a cup of coffee and her roll, she walked into her office and sat down before her computer. As she nibbled on her breakfast, Chelsea wrote her resignation letter. Her decision was made. Morally she could not continue with the company. With her resume, she was sure she would find another job as good if not better than she had. She'd let the company take Mr. Remy Carrington and any one else they so desired. It was time for her to move on.

A great weight lifted off Chelsea's chest once her decision was made. She breezed through Sunday, impatiently waiting for Monday when she would start the beginning of her new life.

Monday morning Chelsea dressed carefully as she wanted to feel confident when she turned in her letter of resignation. Going into the office, she called Liz into her inner office, saying, "Liz, I am shortly going into Mr. Monroe's office. I will be handing him my resignation. I can't work for this company any longer. Will you please pack my personal belongings for me to take with me?"

"Well, good for you, Ms. Richardson. You have finally seen the light. I am proud of you," answered Liz as she rose and shook hands with Chelsea.

Chelsea simply gave her a soft smile as she squared her shoulders, picked up her letter and headed for Mr. Monroe's office.

Chelsea heard Mr. Monroe say, "Soon as he gets here, send him in," to his secretary as she knocked on his door.

"Come in," Monroe called out.

Chelsea entered and walked up to the front of his desk. She reached out and extended her letter to him. When he didn't reach for it, she sat it gently down on his desk.

"What the hell is that?" Monroe demanded.

"That, sir, is my letter of resignation. I am sorry but I find that I need to leave this company if I want my career to expand." She told him with grace and dignity.

"Shit, you're just huffy that we hired Carrington. Give it time, girl," Monroe said with a snort.

"No sir. I am sorry because you have overlooked my potential, not because you have hired someone else. I know my skills will be appreciated elsewhere," Chelsea responded quietly.

Chelsea reached out her hand to shake a final goodbye with Monroe. As she did, the door opened and someone walked in. At the same time, the intercom on the desk buzzed and Monroe's secretary announced, "Carrington's here, sir."

Chelsea turned as she felt the person walk up next to her. Her mouth fell open in shock. Standing next to her was R.C. She was dressed in a pin striped business suit, looking sharp and dapper. R.C. looked at Chelsea and grinned a soft grin, her dimples deep beside her mouth. She winked once slowly before turning to Monroe.

Chelsea started toward the door when R.C. reached out and touched her arm saying, "Stay, please."

Chelsea stood where she was. R.C. turned to Monroe and said, "Good morning, I'm Remy Carrington, I think you have been expecting me."

Monroe did a double take, shaking his head, "You're not a man."

Laughingly R.C. replied, "No sir. Not last time I looked. You should have checked my bio closer which was on my resume."

"Well, damn," Monroe mumbled under his breath while staring at R.C.

"You know what, Monroe. I don't think it really matters," R.C. said in a more curt voice. "I am here to let you know that I will not be taking the job offer. I checked around with the contacts that you sent me over the weekend and found that you have some very unfair promotion practices, especially concerning women."

"I will not build my career in a bigoted company that refuses to promote based on job performance and commitment. My answer is no. I will not accept the position," R.C. finished as quietly as she started.

"Wait, damn it. You both can't quit on me in one day. What will I do?" Monroe looked between Chelsea and R.C.

"That is your problem." R.C. said to him as she turned to Chelsea.

Stretching out her hand, she looked into Chelsea's face and her smile broadened. She pulled Chelsea closer to her, saying, "I think you owe me a rain check."

Chelsea took R.C.'s hand and squeezed it replying, "I most certainly do. Boy, do I have some rainy day plans for us?"

Laughing together, Chelsea and R.C. left the office, leaving a stunned Monroe in their wake.

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