K's Kollection

Cool for the Summer(GretchenXKamalaXOriginal Female Character)(part 1/teaser)

Gretchen X Kamala X Original female character

A pair of hands slide down the front of my body before cupping my breasts and giving them both a squeeze. I lick my lips, awaiting the next action, and I feel those same hands begin to unbutton my shirt. While one person works on my shirt, Another pair of hands snakes around my hips and begins to unbutton my jeans, and a hand beelines straight past any barriers and to my clit, causing me to arch further into the person in front of me, pushing more of my breasts in their hands. 

"Hey, you're rushing!" Gretchen says

"I'm just checking her temperature,"  Kamala says innocently, placing a kiss on the shell of my ear.

"I see, and what is the diagnosis Doc?" Gretchen asks. 

The hand inside my pants dips down to my entrance and swirls the pad of their finger against me. 

My breathing hitches, and I lean against the body behind me. 

"Hard to say, I think we're going to need to need to take her to the bedroom to fully examine her," Kamala says. Her voice is low and dangerous, and it makes me feel hot and needy. 

"Yvonne...Yvonne...Yvonne!" 

I startle awake, and I realize I'm still in Gretchen's office, lying on the couch. Grey's Anatomy is still playing on the TV, and Kamala now standing before me. 

"I'm so sorry, Madame President! I must have dozed off, what do you need?" I ask, ready to spring into action, but she places a hand on my shoulder to keep me from standing. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to let you know that Gretchen and I have that one meeting tonight, and we'll be leaving to prepare for it soon. You don't have to attend this one with us," Kamala says. 

"Are you sure you won't need me for anything?" I ask. 

Kamala smiles "No, I think we'll manage. Go and have fun, it's a beautiful summer afternoon," Kamala says before leaving, "We'll see you tomorrow! 

Once I'm sure she's left the room, I sigh and rub my hands over my face.

"That is the last time I watch Grey's Anatomy while at work," I mumble as if it was Shonda Rhimes' fault that I had a mega crush on both the President of the United States and the governor of Michigan. 

I gather the rest of my things from the office, and I begin to pack up for the day. I check my phone to be sure that I didn't miss anything during my nap, and I see I have a missed call from an unknown. I dial the number back, and I hear a familiar, gruff voice.

"Yvonne! Thank God you called back! I could kiss you," The voice says.

"Andrew?! Andrew, how did you get this number?" I ask.

"That is the million-dollar question, but I have a better one for you," He says, ignoring my question. 

"If you're asking me to work, I don't do that anymore," I say. 

"Oh, come on! For old-time's sake? Izzy dropped out, and we need someone to fill her spot. She mentioned that you were in the city and that you might be willing to take it,"

"The operative word there is might," I say. 

"Please, girl, I am begging you!" Andrew pleas.

"I don't know, Andrew, it's been a while since I've escorted. I kinda gave that up," I say. 

"I know you did, but these are very high-profile clients that I do not want to disappoint. If it were anyone else, I would give it to one of the other girls. However, you're the best girl for the job, and I know it." 

"Clients? You know I don't do couples,"

"You wouldn't make an exception if they were both female? I know that's up your alley,"

"I am never going to confide in you about my fantasies again," I say, running a hand over my forehead. 

"Of course you will! Please, doll, do me this favor, and if not for me, do it, Heaven," Andrew begs.

"Why isn't Heaven the one calling me anyway?" I ask.

"Oh, she's out on lunch right now, meeting with your very high-profile clients. You know, laying down the law and seeing if they are still interested since there is a change in personnel," Andrew says, alluding to me.

"They aren't my clients, you know? I haven't agreed to this," I say. 

"You haven't agreed yet!" Andrew says. 

"Ugh! What time?" I ask

"You have about six hours," He says quickly.

"Six hours? That's not enough time for me to get ready!" I exclaim.

"Of course it is! And that's because I already have you booked at the salon. They'll do your hair, makeup, nails...the full works! I'll even send some dresses your way for you to choose from while you're getting pampered,"

Damn, he thought of everything. 

"I thought of everything!" Andrew says as if he read my mind. 

"You are evil," I say, leaving the office, shutting the door behind me, and searching for my keys. 

"Yeah, yeah, I am your evil fairy godfather, now, are you going to help me, or do I have to find a new job?" Andrew asks. 

"I'm surprised Heaven hasn't thrown you out on your ear yet," I say, locking the door.

"She can't get rid of her personality hire. Enough about me, though. Are you in?" He asks again.

As much as I don't want to, this may be the outlet I need to get Gretchen and Kamala off my mind. Now that I have the rest of my night, I don't really have another excuse not to. 

"Which salon am I going to?" I ask.

"Yes! I already have a driver en route, just get in the car. I'll text you with the package your clients decide on as soon as Heaven gets back to me." Andrew says. 

"What did I just get myself into?" I think to myself.

A/N: More coming soon!

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