BAE Chapter 71

Who says that work can’t be fun? It’s been a minute since Stephanie had an excuse to get put together. There’s no reason to be subtle and no advantage in holding anything back. A cute green date dress with a serious neckline, layered rose gold necklace, and her tan coat with the belt is the way to go. The temptation to wear some strappy, over-the-top heels is strong, but riding boots are correct. Stephanie shows restraint.

She pauses at the top of the steps that lead down to the upscale basement bar that Riley invited her to.

“I’m taking out my earpiece. How’s Babs?”

“Quite well, Ms. Stephanie,” Alfred replies.

“And does Kate have her stuff under control?”

“It would seem so.”

“OK. Talk to you later.” Stephanie pockets the earpiece and heads down. It’s a cozy, intimate bar with soft light and a hint of cigar smoke in the air. Stephanie doesn’t love that, but she can handle it. Riley’s waiting for her, and to Stephanie’s surprise, she’s dressed up all cute. Stephanie expected jeans and a sweater or something, but Riley wears a blue cami under a bleached jean jacket.

“I’m so mad,” Stephanie says, joining her at the bar. She stares openly at Riley’s feet. Riley wasn’t afraid to wear some chunky wedges that show off her pink-painted toes. “I wimped out of wearing my shoes.”

Riley covers her mouth with her hand and looks away.

“Wimped out?”

“Yeah!” Stephanie groans. She’s not even acting.

“You look really pretty.”

“So do you.”

“What are you drinking?”

“Something strong now,” Stephanie says, indignant. “Now that I’m down here in my clomper boots while you’re all sparkly. God. I thought you’d be wearing jeans.”

“Really? Is this weird?”

“I don’t know! Like I ever went on a date with a girl before,” Stephanie says. “Vodka tonic please,” she says to the bartender.

“Fair,” Riley concedes, still trying not to laugh. “You said you were stressed about work. You shouldn’t be stressed about me.”

“I’m stressed about everything.”

“Now that I’m off the clock I can say that you don’t need to be stressed about, uh, lower body workouts. Because you look good. Too good for me to concentrate on work.”

Stephanie blushes.

It’s not particularly difficult to get from that bar stool to Riley’s couch. A few provocative statements about being put in charge of social media stuff for the campaign is more than enough, and Stephanie can tell that Riley isn’t having to do much acting either. That’s a nice feeling.

Riley’s place is nice. Too nice for a physical trainer, but her pedigree explains the comfort that she lives in. It’s not suspicious. And Riley has it all figured out. The temperature in the apartment is a little too warm, but that makes the cold white wine that much more delicious. She is relentlessly smoldering and doing everything right. Riley has created a situation virtually guaranteed to get a woman out of her clothes, and Stephanie is here for it. She was curious about Seed even before walking in on Barbara and Kate, and now fate is just handing this to her. Not everything has to be awful all the time. She just hopes that they’re all wrong about Riley.

“I have a friend who has a… you know,” Stephanie says. “I actually walked in on her recently.”

“Did it awaken something?”

“No,” Stephanie says firmly. “But it’s interesting.”

“I freaked out when I woke up with it.” Riley sighs, then smiles. “I got over that quick.”

“When they have this cure, will you take it?”

Riley shakes her head. “Not a chance in hell.”

“It’s that good, huh?”

Riley just shrugs. “I’m not saying it’s cool to change people’s bodies without their consent, but I’m not complaining about this one.”

“Is your girlfriend complaining?”

“That your way of asking if I’m seeing anyone?”

“Not really. There’s no way you aren’t,” Stephanie says, waving a hand.

Riley snorts. “Got me.”

“That dress and the jock energy are really messing me up.”

“Messing you up how much?”

“Enough to ask if I’m going to get to see this thing or what.”

Riley laughs and hides behind her glass, taking a drink.

“Hm,” she says, glancing out the window. “Be my guest.”

“Oh, don’t act like it’s my idea. I was promised a private workout,” Stephanie reminds her.

“I’m good for it,” Riley assures her, moving closer.

“Oh, you aren’t too tired?”

“Not even close,” Riley replies.

“OK, good. Let’s see what’s going on with this guy.” Stephanie puts her hand on Riley’s thigh and inches it toward the hem of her dress.

Riley raises an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

“Are you complaining?”

Riley shakes her head.

This is weird to do with a woman, but Stephanie is ready. She’s been ready since she walked in on Babs and Kate. There’s something about it; they’re already so familiar with the whole Seed thing that she feels almost left out. Not of the… lewdness, but of the club. The club of people who have been up close and personal with this.

Keeping her composure and holding Riley’s gaze, she slides her hand into Riley’s dress, finding soft panties that are struggling to contain a generous package. Stephanie’s skilled fingers free Riley’s cock and grasp it. Riley keeps her cool, although her face is getting redder. It’s gratifying how quickly it grows in Stephanie’s hand, and she only fondles it for a moment before moving Riley’s dress out of the way to bring it into view.

“Well, hello,” she says, softly stroking the erection in her hand. “It really is the real thing.”

“Yup,” Riley replies, but there’s a little break in her voice and her legs twitch. It’s sensitive. Of course it is; it’s a penis. It’s not as though Stephanie’s never touched one before. It’s just never belonged to a woman.

It’s really something. This cute cock, Riley’s impeccable outfit, and her, well, cocky energy… it’s a unique cocktail. And it’s working a little too well. That, and all the drinks. Stephanie bites her lip and stares at the purple head of Riley’s penis as she strokes it.

It’s like it’s drawing her in. She didn’t expect this to be difficult, but she didn’t think that it would be this easy. Or that she would enjoy it this much. But just as Riley no doubt hopes to gain information, maybe there’s something that Stephanie can get if she plays her cards right. What’s the right time to pump Riley for clues?

Now, when she’s worked up?

Or later, in the afterglow?

Stephanie can’t do both; being too persistent will give her away.