Wendy Pt. 03

"You make sense and it's your call," Jonathan said. "Talk about it when you see Fred, see how he sees it. I'm sure that between the two of you, you can come up with the best solution. But in the end, the decision is yours to make, though I appreciate you keeping me apprised of your thoughts."

"Great," Wendy said, pleased.

"How about you, Mary? Anything you need or want to tell me?" Jonathan asked.

"Shirelle is really smart," Mary said. "I've always known that. She was always near the top of the class in high school, but she's really smart. She gets things the first time and she doesn't seem intimidated by the job or anything. Another day or two and I think that she'll be ready to stand on her own two feet without me watching over her shoulder."

"I can't imagine anything intimidating a woman who can dress like she does," Jonathan said, shaking his head. "And as for her being smart, she's way overqualified for the job. I'll be thinking of how we can better utilize her skillset."

"I knew that you'd like her," Mary said, smiling. "And her full skillset would blow even your mind."

Wendy surfaced from her computer when Mary knocked, then entered.

"Pamela Grimes from Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices is here," she announced.

"Great!" Wendy said, smiling and standing up. "Please show her in."

"Hello," the 40-something woman said upon entering, a smile on her face as she extended a hand to shake. "I'm Pamela Grimes of Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices."

"Wendy Rose," she replied, shaking her hand and not missing the large diamond adorning one of her rings. "Please, sit down. Would you care for some coffee or tea perhaps?"

"No, thank you," Pamela replied. "We're very intrigued that Clandestine Group is planning to offer for sale most of your suites. You've become such an iconic luxury brand. Why would you do that?"

"Because our occupancy numbers don't justify the effort and expense it takes to maintain them as they are," Wendy replied. "The return on investment just isn't adequate on that basis. We feel that if we sell the units outright as condominiums, that it would be a better long-term strategy for us. Since we are selling only our best units, that will reinforce our luxury branding due to the kind of prospective buyer they would attract."

"Further, we're prepared to self-finance any purchases providing the buyer puts a minimum of 20% down," Wendy continued. "We are working right now to formulate a program to be able to offer housekeeping service packages to the new owners, though they would be free to make those arrangements themselves."

"What price range would you expect to realize?" Pamela asked.

"Our research shows us that comparable properties start around $1.5 million with the best units, the premium suites and penthouses going for $5-10 million," Wendy replied. "All told, we're looking at approximately 230 units with a total sales value in the neighborhood of $500 million."

"That sounds very interesting," Pamela said, smiling. "Would you have any problem with a team of our appraisers looking at some of the properties that you're selling so that we could determine what we think a realistic value and price point should be?"

"Not at all," Wendy replied, smiling. "In fact, we'd appreciate it. Our numbers are just based on what we could research on the internet. That's the main reason that we contacted you first," she said, not missing the slight tightening of the eyes when she heard that. "Your reputation parallels our own. You are renowned for sage investing, our renown is in luxury hotels and resorts. I thought that it would make a nice synergy."

"I'm sure that we'd be interested in representing you," Pamela said. "It would need to be an exclusive agreement for all of the properties that you wish to sell, though."

"We wouldn't do it any other way," Wendy agreed, nodding.

"The normal commission for such a service is usually 5%," Pamela said.

"Yes, I'm aware of that," Wendy replied, "but this could hardly be described as normal or usual, wouldn't you agree? Our thoughts are more in the 3% range, due to the overall size of the package and the level of luxury which makes it much easier to sell."

"I can't see that being possible," Pamela said, shaking her head. "We've never had an arrangement at that low a percentage."

"I can appreciate that," Wendy said, "but I think that you have as much to gain by being associated with us in the longer term as we do being associated with you, which will only be in the shorter term, until the units are sold. We'd like that to happen within a year, if possible."

"That would certainly affect the pricing," Pamela said. "If you want to move it quickly, you won't get the maximum price, you'd have to settle for something less to attract people, make them feel as though they're getting a good deal as opposed to one that they can live with. Let me take your proposal back to the people I have to answer to. I'm sure that we can come to some sort of an agreement. In the meantime, if you could provide me with a list of the intended properties, I can make arrangements to have appraisers make a visit to some or all of them. Then we'd both have more upon which to come to an understanding."

"That sounds like a reasonable suggestion," Wendy said, smiling. "Since we're eager to get things rolling, when do you think that I could expect to hear from you?"

"Within a week," Pamela said, handing across her business card, which Wendy reciprocated with one of her own. "That's my personal phone and email."

"The list will be waiting for you when you get back to your office," Wendy said. "I appreciate that you came to talk with us."

"That's what we do," Pamela said as she got to her feet. "Hopefully we'll be able to do some business together."

"I agree," Wendy said as they shook hands.

"How did it go?" Mary asked, entering the office after Pamela had gone.

"I'm not sure," Wendy replied. "I didn't expect her to like what we were willing to pay in commission and she didn't. But we'll see. They want to check out some of the properties to determine what they think they could sell for. She said she'd get back to me within a week. What I need you to do is email her a list of the hotel properties, along with the phone number and the manager's name," she said, handing her Pamela's business card.

"I'll do it right now," Mary said.

"Mary, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Wendy asked. "I'd like the company and..."

"I like the and part the best," Mary laughed. "Sure, I'd love to."

They ate in the hotel's restaurant, finishing a bottle of wine, then headed to the elevators.

"What's that all about?" Mary asked when she saw Wendy use her key before pressing the button.

"I've...changed rooms," Wendy said as the elevator rose.

"Why?" Mary asked. "That room was like a palace. It was so nice. It had a great view, too."

"I just got a promotion and a raise, a big raise," Wendy replied as the elevator slowed. "I figured that I'd upgrade a bit," she said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open.

"What the..." Mary gasped as she stepped off the elevator into the foyer. "Wendy, what is this?"

"My new home," Wendy replied.

"Your new home! What is this place?" Mary asked, heading into the condo. "Oh, my fucking god!" she screamed when she saw the living room and the view out to the pool and beyond. "You...you're really going to live here?" she asked.

"Yes," Wendy replied. "Jonathan agreed to give me a mortgage, but I don't have to pay it for three years. By then my salary will be big enough to pay for it."

"You're going to live here!" Mary gasped, then started exploring. "This is even more luxurious than Jonathan and Vera's," she said, entering the master bedroom. "Oh, wow, walk-in closet," she said, smelling deeply. "I love the smell of cedar. Oh, this is amazing," she said, picking up the piece of chocolate on the pillow. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, holding it up.

"Yeah, chocolate, really good chocolate," Wendy replied.

"Wendy, this is La Madeline au Truffe. It's like the world's most expensive chocolate. This little piece costs $250."

"That's crazy," Wendy said, staring. "How can chocolate be that expensive?"

"Do they put this on your pillow every night?" Mary asked.

"I don't know, this is only my second night," Wendy replied. "Why do you know about that chocolate?" she asked.

"Sex isn't my only addiction," Mary replied. "I'm a die-hard chocoholic."

"Oh," Wendy said, smiling. "You can have it, then."

"Seriously?" Mary asked.

"Seriously," Wendy replied, laughing. "Go on," she urged her.

"Oh, god, this is almost as good as sex," Mary moaned after biting into it. Oh, god."

"Wait until you see the bathroom," Wendy said, leading the way.

"Oh, I want to take a bath in that tub," Mary said when she saw it. "This place is just amazing. Is there more?" she asked.

"Chocolate?" Wendy asked.

"Of the apartment, condo, whatever," Mary replied, laughing.

"Another bedroom," Wendy said, leading the way.

"Wendy, what on earth are you going to do with all of this space?" Mary asked after seeing the second bedroom and bathroom, each just slightly smaller versions of the master.

"I have no idea," Wendy replied.

"Can you really afford to live here?" Mary asked.

"Yes," Wendy replied, shrugging. "They're paying me a lot of money."

"And there's always bonuses, don't forget," Mary pointed out. "I got $10,000 last year."

"Come on, I've saved the best for last," Wendy said, leading her out the sliding glass doors to the pool area.

"Oh, Wendy, this is just amazing," Mary gasped. "So beautiful," she said, looking out over the city.

"You want to take a swim?" Wendy asked, letting her clothes drop to the ground.

"Shit, yes," Mary said, stripping in a trice, then jumping into the pool. "Hey, the water's even warm," she said, her whole face beaming delight as she rolled in the water.

Wendy entered more sedately via the steps, sighing as she sank into the water.

"Who else knows about this?" Mary asked, floating on her back, her thick ruby nipples sticking up out of the water.

"Just Jonathan and the manager, Jared, I think," Wendy replied. "I'm sure that Fred and Tom probably know, too."

"So nobody has been here yet?" Mary asked.

"You're the first," Wendy said.

"That means I get to be the first to eat your pussy in your new home," Mary declared, laughing. "And mine can be the first pussy you eat."

"That sounds like a plan," Wendy laughed, hopping up onto the side of the pool and leaning back on her hands, her feet up on the edge, her pussy spread wide open. "This is just the best," she sighed as she looked out over the city as Mary fastened her mouth onto her pussy and began to eat her.

"I feel like I'm in a movie," Mary said as they traded places many minutes later, sighing as she felt Wendy's tongue slide up into her.

"I keep wondering when I'm going to wake up," Wendy said, smiling up at her before resuming eating her pussy.

"I'd think that it would be lonely living in such a big place like this all by yourself," Mary said when Wendy sat back, panting for breath as she licked her lips.

"I thought about that," Wendy said. "That's why I want you to be my roommate."

"No way!" Mary gasped, her eyes wide. "You're not serious!"

"I am," Wendy assured her. "You can have the second bedroom. We're sisters, aren't we? Neither of us really has any family. Say you'll do it, please."

"But Wendy, this place is so...so...are you sure?" she asked, choking up. "Please don't tease me."

"I'm not," Wendy said, slipping into the water and taking her into her arms. "You're my best friend and you're my sister. I love you. I want you to live here with me," she said.

"Oh, Wendy, I love you, too," Mary sobbed, kissing her, holding her tightly as they sucked tongues. "I never even imagined anything like this."

"Neither did I," Wendy agreed, enjoying the feeling of being intertwined with Mary in the water. "That's even more of a reason for us to be roommates. Please say yes."

"Yes," Mary shouted. "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, Wendy," she said, breaking into tears and hiding her face on her shoulder as she sobbed her heart out, tears also coursing down Wendy's cheeks.

Wendy woke in the morning to the sensation of Mary's tongue in her pussy. She moaned, her body spasming in orgasm as she ran her fingers through her short red hair. They hadn't gotten much sleep.

"Mmm, what a perfect way to wake up," Wendy sighed. "Turn around, I want you, too."

They ate each other to several orgasms before reluctantly getting up and showering together.

"I don't have anything to wear," Mary said. "I don't want to wear the same thing that I wore yesterday."

"Go home and change," Wendy said. "We'll manage at work if you're a bit late. You can move your stuff after work. I can even get the car to give you a ride."

"I still can't believe this," Mary said as she dressed.

"Don't tell anyone about the new place, please," Wendy said as they rode the elevator down. "It's actually sort of embarrassing in a way."

"What about Shirelle?" Mary asked.

"I'm going to invite her over tonight," Wendy said, smiling. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about her pussy. I just want to eat her."

"I know how that is," Mary laughed. "Now I've got two of you that I think that way about."

"Where's Mary?" Shirelle asked when Wendy arrived at the office, Wendy smiling at the black miniskirt and mesh halter top that she was wearing.

"I asked her to do something for me," Wendy replied. "She'll be a bit late. Will you bring us coffees, please?"

"Sure, right away," Shirelle replied, smiling. "You think that he'll like this outfit?" she asked.

"Without a doubt," Wendy replied, laughing.

"My goal is to make him cum just by looking at me," Shirelle confided, laughing.

"You'll die trying," Wendy laughed. "You don't know Jonathan."

"I know men," Shirelle said. "Besides, I can think of worse ways to die."

"Good morning," Jonathan greeted Wendy when she entered his office.

"Good morning," Wendy said, smiling.

"Sleep well?" Jonathan asked.

"Like a baby," Wendy replied. "It takes my breath away when I'm in that condo."

"Good for you," Jonathan said. "No Mary?" he asked as Shirelle entered with their coffee. "I don't think that she's ever been late or missed a day of work since she's been here."

"It's my fault," Wendy said. "I asked her to do something for me. She'll be here shortly."

"As long as she's okay," Jonathan said. "Thank you, Shirelle," he said, sipping his coffee. "This tastes perfect."

"Thanks, Shirelle," Wendy said, smiling at her. "You didn't react to her outfit," she said after Shirelle left the room.

"You have no idea how much effort that took," Jonathan said, laughing. "God damn, she is one hot woman, and she knows it."

"I think that she's exotic," Wendy said. "She really turns me on."

"She could turn on a dead man, or woman," Jonathan said, then laughed. "Okay, what do you have for me today?"

Wendy explained her conversation with Pamela Grimes the previous day.

"She reacted pretty much as we expected her to," Jonathan said, nodding. "Good job. The fact that she's even going to bother getting back to you says that she knows that they're going to consider your offer, that they're not rejecting the idea out of hand. Nothing to do but wait."

"Pretty much," Wendy agreed. "I'm going to spend time with Fred today, discussing the logistics of the change, see if we can figure out the least painful way to accomplish things."

"Sounds good," Jonathan said. "Let me know if I can help."

"One other thing," Wendy said as a breathless Mary entered the office. "I'd like to invite you and Vera for dinner at my new place Friday night. I want you to be my first dinner guests."

"We'd love to," Jonathan said, smiling. "So, you've told Mary?" he asked.

"Yes, and she's going to be my roommate," Wendy said.

"You don't say," Jonathan said, smiling broadly. "Well, I must say that the two of you do make one hell of a dynamic team. It sounds like a lot of fun."

"I'll make sure of it," Mary said, smiling.

"Excuse me," Shirelle said, sticking her head into the office, "but there are a couple of guys here with a desk and stuff."

"That must be my new desk," Mary said, getting to her feet.

"Sounds like you have something to deal with," Jonathan said.

It took 30 minutes to rearrange Wendy's office, adding the new desk, chair, and computer for Mary. They opted to have the desks facing and touching each other, their computer monitors giving each of them some sense of privacy, with the glass wall of the building to one side. The sofa and comfortable chairs were on the other side of the room to make a meeting area and Wendy asked for a small coffee table to put between them.

"Oh, Wendy, this just so much fun," Mary laughed. "Everything. I feel like I won the lottery."

"Yeah, something like that," Wendy agreed. "I need to go talk with Fred. I want you to see if you can find out what it costs to do the housekeeping in a luxury hotel room. Call Jared Rodrigues, the manager at Destinations, if you need to. Tell him that you're my PA. I'll introduce the two of you later. He'll need to know who you are because you'll be living there. As soon as you have something that I can work with, call me in Fred's office. Oh, and here's a set of keys," she added, dropping them on Mary's desk. "The big one's for the front door and the little one's for the elevator. You need to press the PH button after you turn the key."

Wendy went to Fred's office and they began going over, property by property, the units that were going to be sold and the ones that they were going to keep, constantly referring to the occupancy rates going back several years to determine how many to keep. They both agreed that they'd rather be sold out than have empty rooms in deciding how many suites to keep.

"I'm hungry," Fred said after a few hours had elapsed. "You like pizza?"

"I love pizza," Wendy replied. "No meat."

"Shelly," Fred called out, eschewing the phone. "Order some Hawaiian pizzas for all of us, okay?"

"Right away," Shelly called back.

"Large iced teas, too," he called.

"Got it," Shelly replied.

By the time that Wendy went back to her office, it was close to 5:00 and they had only made it through half of the properties, but they had a much clearer picture of where they were going.

"How have you been doing?" Wendy asked Shirelle as she sat behind the reception desk.

"Fine," Shirelle replied. "This is really a piece of cake. I have to look for things to do. I'm used to juggling more balls."

"I'll start giving you things to help me with," Wendy said, "but you have to tell me if I overload you."

"I'm pretty good at multitasking," Shirelle said, smiling.

"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Wendy asked.

"Of course I would," Shirelle replied. "I'd have asked you to...play, but now that you're the boss..."

"Only here," Wendy said, sighing. "We were friends first, weren't we? I don't want to lose that. And I hate it that you'd think of me as the boss. Why can't I just be someone that you work with?"

"Because you're the boss," Shirelle laughed. "I don't mind, I just don't want to presume anything or step out of line."

"You haven't and you won't," Wendy said. "Let's have dinner, then go to bed together. How's that?"

"Sounds like heaven to me," Shirelle said, smiling broadly. "I've been dreaming of that pussy of yours."

"And I've been dreaming of yours," Wendy said. "Come on, let's call it a day."

"Leaving early?" Mary asked when she approached and saw them heading towards the elevator.

"Yes," Wendy replied. "It's almost 5:00 anyway. Come with us, I'll have the car take you home."