“Thursday night would be best, and then I can fly back on Friday,” I said, hoping that would work for them.
I heard another muffled conversation before June said, “April says that works fine. We’re looking forward to seeing you again, Anna.”
“Me, too, June. See you next week!” I said before hanging up the phone.
I had arranged a meeting with TRW in Redondo Beach to discuss budgets for our joint program for the Air Force. It was designated AN/AAQ-13 and was now in low-rate production for use on F-16s. I’d fly out Monday, hold meetings for three days and then catch a flight back on Friday. I would return home just before President Reagan and Secretary Gorbachev met for a summit in Reykjavik, Iceland. Personally, I was thankful that our two nations were willing to talk instead of exchanging nuclear-tipped ballistic missiles. However, any kind of peace treaty could impact business.
I made a note to myself to pack some of the items in my ‘toy box’ so we could try a few different things together when I met with April and June. My nipples tightened and ached, and my pussy flowed thinking about what might happen next Thursday night. I smiled at the thought that I’d at least have something to dish with Sinéad when I called her next weekend.
My flight on Monday went well. I had brought Tom Snyder and Greg Barnes, two program managers, along with me to talk with TRW’s program managers as I and my counterpart, Barry Sanders, met to discuss budgets. TRW wasn’t that far from the hotel, but I was authorized to get a rental vehicle since we needed to travel for the meetings. Once we got the rental, we drove to the Embassy Suites to get checked in. When it was time for dinner, we went to The Red Onion on Sepulveda Boulevard to get some Mexican food. I found this restaurant during a previous visit and enjoyed eating there.
The meetings went well with a budget that both TRW and Martin Marietta could work with hammered out. The program managers made progress on scheduling and production rates since the number of units we could produce depended on TRW supplying the number of assemblies we needed to build the final product. When I saw the budgets and the personnel assigned to work on them, I got a chuckle at the name of one of the supporting software engineers – Candy Kane. I briefly wondered if her parents had really thought it through about a name that was cute when you were young but not so much when you’re trying to hold a professional job.
Barry took me to a nice restaurant for lunch on Wednesday. It was named Jack’s Salad Bar and Grill and was in Manhattan Beach, almost on the beach. It had a great selection of entrée salads with weekly specials. We were waited on by a sweet girl who introduced herself as Bonnie. I couldn’t help but notice that she was beautiful and about two inches taller than me, with brown eyes and long straight brown hair in a low ponytail. She caught me checking her out and smiled, returning as good as she got. Her appraising gaze made me hot and needy, and if Barry hadn’t been with me, I may have tried to see where it could go.
With a sigh, I turned back to Barry, and we chatted about current events while waiting for our food. The salad I chose was delicious, and I made a note to come back here again if I ever got the chance. On our way out, an Air Force Captain passed us, entering the restaurant. I was immediately struck by her beauty, flashing back to Captain Coleman, but I didn’t get a chance to check her out since I was leaving. Barry and I returned to TRW and spent the rest of the day agreeing to a budget.
Thursday was a short day, with the budget and schedule talks combined. When we were done, we exchanged handshakes before Tom, Greg, and I headed back to the Embassy Suites. Tom and Greg were flying back to Bethesda today, so I let them take the car back and return it. I made a couple of calls back to my group to update them on what had happened, telling them we’d get together Monday to review everything worked out in detail.
I spent some time in the exercise room working out, trying to keep my excitement about meeting up with April and June down to a minimum. After a hard and sweaty workout, I showered and performed my toilet, dressing up nicely for tonight. I wore a little black dress that barely covered my breasts and ass with black thigh highs. Feeling daring, I inserted my anal plug and went commando, wearing only a garter belt and garters under my dress. A black lace scarf for my shoulders and a matching black clutch and black open-toed 3″ stilettos completed my ensemble. I checked myself in the mirror, loving how sexy I looked with my hair back in a double French braid.
I called down to the front desk for the shuttle, and when it was ready, I went down to the lobby and out to the shuttle and climbed aboard. From the looks I got as I walked through the foyer and out to the shuttle, I knew I would be fending the women off tonight. When I gave the address to the woman driving the shuttle, she smiled at me and said she was familiar with it. Many traveling businesswomen who stayed at the Embassy Suites apparently liked going there. Her look of approval as her eyes scanned me from head to toe told me she probably went there herself.
Ten minutes later, the shuttle pulled up outside the Blue Moon. I got off the shuttle while the driver reminded me to call if I needed a ride back to the hotel. I smiled and thanked her before walking up to the door. The guard looked me up and down, and I could tell from the look I received that I was assured a fun time tonight, even if April and June didn’t show up. She asked to see my ID, and when I showed it to her, she shook her head and said, “Damn, but you sure don’t look legal.” She smiled and opened the door for me, and I walked in, bracing myself for the crowd that would soon surround me.
I collected a crowd of interested women as I made my way to the bar. Not wanting to seem distant, I smiled and greeted everyone who made an effort to approach me. My smile and gentle rebuffs made sure they didn’t go away mad. I turned down their many offers to buy me drinks, having to let each one down gently by saying I was there to meet someone tonight.
Before too long, I spied April and June entering the lounge. I smiled widely at them and headed toward them, noting a few disappointed looks from the women around me. I approached June and gave her a hug, noting how handsome she looked in her jeans and a jean jacket. I noticed the bulge in her jeans and knew I would have fun tonight. I then hugged April, noting her lovely outfit. She wore a ruffled crop top and a pleated mini skirt that showed off her long, beautiful legs.
We walked up to the bar, April on my left and June on my right. I noted a lot of disappointed faces, but I was sure everyone would go home happy, just not with me. When we got to the bar, the pretty bartender took our orders. I ordered a Tom Collins, and the twins got Modelo Negras. We chatted, catching up on the past four months while waiting for our drinks.
I had to fend off a few women daring enough to come up to me and ask if they could buy me a drink. I was thrilled knowing that I was so desired that women were willing to risk the wrath of the two Amazons sitting with me to let me know they were interested in me. I just smiled and said that I already had all the drinks I needed, but thanks for asking, sending them off gently, not wanting anyone to get upset. I loved how April and June were confident enough not to get irritated by the interruptions since they knew I would be leaving with them and not some other woman.
After the latest attempt was turned away, April took my left hand, pointed to my wedding ring, and asked, “So, you’re married?”
I had left my wedding ring on tonight, wanting to have this conversation with April and June. I looked April in the eye and said, “Yes, I am. George is a real sweet person… and he’s gay.”
I saw the surprise in April’s eyes before she shifted her gaze to lock eyes with June. June then asked, “Your husband is gay?”
I smiled and looked at June before answering, “Yes, we’re each other’s beard.”
April then asked, “Why the charade of being married?”
I answered truthfully, “Working for a contractor that does business with the DoD means we have to be very careful not to let on that we are not heterosexual. We need security clearances to do our jobs. If they discover that I am a lesbian while investigating me to get my clearance, I’ll lose my job. George and I became friends, and when I realized he was gay, I proposed to him.” I smiled in remembrance as I finished, “It turned out that he had been thinking about it too. I just happened to beat him to the punch.”
“Oh, wow,” June said. “Well, we’ll be careful so you don’t get in trouble, Anna.”
“I doubt they’d ever find out about you, but I appreciate the sentiment,” I said with a smile. Our drinks arrived, and I clinked my glass against their bottles before we sipped them.
I asked, “April, last time I noticed you were in jeans and June was in a dress. Now I see you’ve switched. Am I mistaken?”
Again, April and June locked eyes before June answered, “We like to switch since we are basically the same person. We don’t want to get stuck into one mode or the other and become different. By always switching who does what, we’ve found that it makes us even more like two halves of one person.”
I thought about what June said, considering all of the women I’ve loved and how I felt about wanting to become one with them when making love with them. I envied how April and June could actually achieve that when making love, so I understood why they’d want to share everything equally.
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