Joan deals with it, and with Lynda?

Lynda picked the bottle up and sipped as Joan looked back towards her. Whoever it was, it wasn’t someone who talked to the starlet very often, because Joan would have handed her the phone in a much short time. As she played with her pigtail subconsciously, Joan questioned Lynda through nonverbal cues as to whether Lynda would take the call. Setting the messages aside, Lynda shook her head, tossing her raven colored hair from side to side. Lynda was feeling frisky, she had almost two hours before she had to be back to the set, and she felt by some careful questioning and hinting, that maybe she’d be able to find out just how devoted Joan was.

“No, I’m sorry. Ms. Carter is shooting right now, but I’d be happy to take a message and relay it to her. Mmmm hmmm, alright, I’ll be sure to tell her. Goodbye.” The redheaded beauty placed the phone back on its cradle, and turned back towards her boss. Lynda smiled her trademark smile. It was infectious, and Joan smiled back.

“That was someone from someplace called Vivid enterprises, and they really wanted you to call them. Something about working with some of the big names in the industry. Whatever that means. Anyway, here’s their number.” She walked over to Lynda, handing her a piece of paper with the return number.. Sliding over on the small couch, Lynda patted the cushion beside her.

“Why don’t you sit down? I rarely have time to just talk about just things with you, you know some nice juicy girl talk sorts of things. But first, could you unhook me in back?” Lynda turned exposing her back to her assistant, who dutifully unhooked the corset like uniform.

Lynda then turned back to face Joan, who sat with her legs crossed. “She has very nice legs,” Lynda thought to herself, and feeling a warm flush of desire. “They look so sexy in black, nearly as good as mine. I wonder if she’s curious at all?”

“So how are thing with you? Any romances in the offing?” Lynda asked, as she removed the belt and lasso at her hip and dropped them on top of her boots.

Joan blushed slightly, and shook her head. “No, at least nothing serious. I’m really devoted to you, I mean to my work here. And when I’m off, or I should say not here at the studio, its some event of some kind with you.”

Lynda smiled once more, and slid her arm around the back of the couch just behind Joan. “ I hope you don’t take this the wrong way Joan, I mean I’d never say anything at all to hurt you, but you really need to loosen up, and have some fun. There’s certainly plenty of opportunities here. Maybe next time I go out to the club with some of my friends, you’d like to join us?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Carter! I’d really like to. That would be great, I mean, if your friends wouldn’t mind,” Joan’s brown eyes twinkled with enthusiasm.

“Good. Don’t worry about my friends, and please, call me Lynda when we’re alone. Maybe this weekend then?” Lynda embraced Joan, pulling her close, smelling her perfume, and brushing her cheek against her assistant’s soft face, and feeling her hot breath on her neck before pulling back.

“So, I hope this isn’t too personal a question Joanie, but do you have a girlfriend? Its fine if you do, nobody cares, me least of all,” reaching behind her back, Lynda pulled the corset fully open in the back. The cushion of the couch felt cold next to her warm flesh.

“No girlfriend either.” Joan blushed looked down at her skirt, and then back into Lynda’s deep blue eyes.

“Have you ever been with a woman, you know experimented or anything?” Lynda asked, hoping she hadn’t pressed too hard.