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Chapter 2.
II. Grrls Who Lunch
Dolly slammed the office door behind her. The windows and the blind rattled briefly. She slung her purse over her shoulder and set off down the raceway that separated the outer private offices--called The Posh locally--and the cubicles in the center of the floor under the huge skylights, (known as the Maze). The soles of her silver mules clicked in time to the rhythm of her strut. Her gray knit halter-topped minidress clung to the curves of her body like a lover's breath, sliding sensually across her skin to the syncopated movements of her walk.
She knew that hungry eyes everywhere on the top floor of the Center's Admin Building took in every detail of her, the bob and weave of her perfect breasts, the bunch and stretch of her belly in time to the swing of her bare thighs, the sensuous figure-eight movement of her firm, round ass, the turn of her ankles, the jiggle of her calves. As usual, she didn't have any underwear on, and was certain that the flare of her skirt revealed--oh, so deliciously--exactly how thorough her regular wax jobs were. (That is to say, completely.) Having heard chapter and verse of the reactions she incited in men and women alike from all and sundry near and far, she knew very well that her progress down the quarry-tiled raceway brought all work in the Maze to a grinding halt and probably raised some heart rates in The Posh as well.
She noticed an eye pressed to a split in the closed blinds of the Director's office and smiled, waving gaily and blowing Terry Britten a kiss as she turned the corner to the elevator lobby. "Gabrielle! Wait up!"
Dolly paused and turned to see Callisto Dolly scurrying in her direction, coming out of the Protective Service's section of the Maze, near Terry's office. The tanned blonde, dressed provocatively as usual in a tight black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, Capezios, and a magenta tube top, caught up with Dolly and pressed the down button. "Where to? Nordstrom's?"
Dolly just grinned.
"Yeah," Callisto supplied. "It's that kinda day."
The elevator arrived and they got on. Dolly punched the button for the lobby and shuffled backward to lean against the waist-high oak railing that circled the glass cage that ran up and down the side of the building's eight-story atrium. Callisto moved to stand next to her, one hand on the rail.
"You're looking hot today," the blonde volunteered.
"Um, thanks," Dolly said, somewhat distractedly, not really noticing how close Callisto was standing to her until she felt the other's hot breath on her neck. Their lips met and Callisto's tongue was demanding to be let into her mouth. And suddenly, something clicked--her general mood, a vague background horniness that had been there all morning, what exactly she wasn't sure--and she opened her mouth in response to Callisto's importunate advance and responded to the pressure of the other's lips. Very quickly they were writhing against each other in a desperate embrace. Callisto's left leg shot out in an unerringly accurate kick to the red emergency stop button--no symbolism there--bringing the car to a stop. Not that it mattered; they were in a glass elevator in full view of six floors of mezzanine-sitters, but the gesture escalated the heat of the moment.
Callisto had one hand up Dolly's dress, spread across the curve of her firm ass, pulling their hips together in a crisis-mode grinding, one finger questing between her thighs. The other was cupped across the doll's left breast. Dolly, in response, had a hand under Callisto's tube top, her nimble fingers torturing the large, erect nipple, rubbing the tender flesh with her guitar-callused fingertips.
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Four floors below, Dolly Lao Ma chanced to glance upward to the other side of the atrium. She caught sight of the elevator, stopped between the sixth and seventh floors and her jaw dropped. There couldn't be two heads of red-gold hair in the Center's Admin Building attached to a hot body like that. And she'd lay any odds that the other woman was Callisto Dolly. There weren't many would could get inside Gabrielle Dolly's famous defensive perimeter or past her killer reflexes, but that select group certainly included her fellow dollies, and of the group, it would be Callisto Dolly who would abuse the trust.
Although it didn't look like Gabrielle was putting up very much of a struggle.
Ma shook her head. Didn't matter. Gabrielle was famous for following the lead of her feckless heart into places she later regretted going. Picking up her cell phone, the china dolly hit a speed dial number.
"You someplace you can monitor vids in the atrium?" she said without preamble when there was an answer at the other end. "North side. Elevator. Between the sixth and seventh floor. Yeah. Holy fuck is right. Do you think she needs rescuing? I'm on two. See you there."
Lao Ma shut off her phone and grabbed her purse. Throwing the phone inside, she stood and turned to her secretary. "I'm going to lunch. I'll be back... sometime. Hold my calls." And she was heading off around the ring of the mezzanine, ignoring her secretary's frantic objections. On the way around the balcony, she stopped to knock on a closed door. The closed blind in the sidelight was parted and a gray eye presented itself. Ma made an impatient gesture toward the door, which was opened by an irritated V'Alaska Dolly.
"What the... " she began, but Dolly Lao Ma cut her off.
"Gabrielle and Cally are in a lip-lock in the elevator between Six and Seven. Lunch. Now. Be there or be square."
"Oh, goody!" V'Alaska Dolly enthused as she scurried along behind Lao Ma. "Think they'll let us join in?"
"I don't know about you, but doing it in public is not my idea of a good time."
"Hey! For a chance to get a piece of Gabby? I'd do it in Capitol Square at lunch hour. That babe is... babelicious."
Dolly Lao Ma shuddered fastidiously. "I believe the word of the moment is 'shagadelic'. Although why any actress would allow herself to be called that, even for film publicity, is beyond me." She hustled on down the walkway toward the second floor elevator lobby.
Just as Lao Ma and V'Alaska reached the elevator lobby--really just an open area around the elevator--they caught sight of Xe Doll, rounding a corner near the other end of the building and charging, head down, toward them at a furious, albeit not running, pace. She was dressed in what appeared to be a man's three-piece suit without the suit coat, a heavy revolver in a shoulder holster under her left armpit, thick-soled black wingtips on her feet.
"Holy mother of god!" V'Alaska exclaimed. "Cop work sure agrees with her. She looks hot."
Lao Ma tch'd impatiently. "Is there anything female that you don't think is 'hot'?"
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II-c. Grrls who lunch (continued)
"Well," V'Alaska said appraisingly, looking Ma up and down. "There's you..."
Ma just laughed. "My ego is not so weak that it needs stroking from you or anybody."
V'Alaska grinned. "It's OK. I was just kidding anyway. I think you're hot, too."
"And what does Nurse Grady think of your wandering eye?"
"She doesn't mind. After all, I think she's... "
They laughed and said "... hot" together just as Xe Doll came up to them. The tall, dark woman looked from one to the other.
"What?" she demanded.
"Never mind," Lao Ma said, gesturing toward the elevator. "Shall we?"
"Yeah," Xe Doll grunted. She selected a key from a large jangling ring at her belt and used it to open an access panel to one side of the elevator door. Reaching inside, she threw an override switch. High above them, the elevator resumed its descent.
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When the elevator lurched into motion, Dolly and Callisto were brought suddenly back to an awareness of reality. They both stopped and looked at each other. "Xena," they said in unison and they broke into peals of laughter. They spent the remainder of the ride in an attempt to repair their mutual dishabille. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, they were standing innocently side by side in the middle of the car. Dolly took in the three sets of eyes beyond the threshold, one glaring, two amused, and smiled.
"So. Does anybody want to go to lunch?" she asked sweetly.
"Gabrielle, darling," said Lao Ma gently, "There's lipstick on your collar."
"What? I don't have a collar."
"My point exactly." Ma said, laughing.
Xena broke into a smile, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible. And you..." to Callisto Dolly.
"What?" Gabrielle said. "Lunch anybody? You coming?"
"No, but I'm breathing hard," V'Alaska muttered as they boarded the elevator.
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