Pure Filth!Part Four

Liz glanced in the mirror in the ladies? room before leaving the office. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for lunch with Alana. She knew that her dark blue skirt-suit was very businesslike, but she added a turquoise scarf to soften her look for this special social occasion. In the three years since Brandon, her main attorney, had married this beautiful, stylish blonde, Liz really enjoyed her chances to talk with Alana at the occasional cocktail parties and holiday receptions hosted by the firm. And, of course, when Alana came to the office to meet Brandon when they were going out on the town at the end of the working day. But Liz was surprised, bowled over even, when Alana called her to invite her to lunch. What could it be about? There had to be a purpose. Alana had chosen a very special little French bistro, three blocks from the law office. She was waiting, radiant, in a blue pants suit with a crisp classic white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show off a ring of pearls?an anniversary present from Brandon. ?It?s sweet of you to come,? said Alana as she embraced Liz, kissing her on the cheek and then admiring Liz?s long gold-chain earrings, each with a tiny ball of jade at the end. They each ordered a glass of Viognier and chatted while they looked over the menu. Liz felt relaxed with Alana, but was aware of the deep pool of warm and yet complicated feelings about Brandon?s wife. Liz?s persistent crush on Brandon gave her little flashes of jealousy, but in some puzzling way, the fact that Brandon had managed to court and marry a woman with cover-girl looks and a Princeton degree wove Alana into Liz?s crush itself. It was as if she were in love with the couple Brandon-Alana. ?I?m so happy to be here with you,? Alana said, getting around to the reason for the lunch. ?Brandon talks about you every day, he?s so fond of you, you?re so much a part of our life together, that I have the strange feeling, the illusion, really, that I see you all the time!? Liz blushed a little. ?We do work closely together. He?s my boss, a mentor, a friend, and....? she paused, unsure of what to say next, ?...almost a brother. But don?t tell him I said that!? Alana laughed. She was thinking to herself that if Liz was like a sister to Brandon, there was a whiff of incest in the air. But she said, more diplomatically, ?We share him, in a way. You have his days, I have his nights...? ?And his weekends,? added Liz. ?And his weekends,? echoed Alana. The waiter arrived and took their orders. Liz asked for the salade Auvergnate and Alana, more adventurously, got the boudin aux pommes. ?Since we are both fond of Brandon, I wanted to talk with you about him. Have you noticed anything...well, unusual about his mood in the past month and a half?? Liz quickly responded, ?Yes! Absolutely! To tell you the truth, I?ve been a little worried about him. It?s hard to describe. He?s been, not depressed, exactly, no, but rather distracted and excited at the same time. And then, when I?m around him, I feel....? She stopped, almanbahis şikayet reaching for a way to say this to Brandon?s wife, ?I feel almost as if he?s been giving off a weird, kind of...kind of erotic, vibe. But,? she hurried to add, putting her hand on Alana?s arm, ?not that he?s been in any way inappropriate or even flirtatious.? Alana nodded, her expression serious and concerned. ?That?s exactly it. Brandon...Brandon and I have been going through somewhat of a roller-coaster with regard to our relationship...? ?Oh, don?t tell me you?re in any danger of...well, that your marriage is in any danger!? said Liz, struggling to not to sound hopeful or opportunistic. ?No, no. Our relationship is more sound than ever, I think. More honest. It?s just that I?ve been coming to know Brandon more deeply, and I?ve realized that he has some deep desires that remain unfulfilled, desires that could get in the way of our relationship if I don?t address them properly.? ?Desires?? asked Liz. ?Don?t we all have desires, fantasies, that we can?t fulfil? Isn?t that just life?? ?Probably. But sometimes that can fester. Sometimes we need to bring them out into the open. For better or for worse.? They were quiet for a little while. In the background they heard a table of French people chattering away about touring the U.S. Liz was puzzled. The only thing that she seemed able to contribute to the conversation was the acknowledgment that Brandon had been in this strange frame of mind recently. What else could she do to help Alana with what was troubling her? ?So, Alana, how can I help? You know, if there?s anything, anything at all that can make Brandon?s life better, I?ll do it. Honestly. Anything. Just tell me.? Again a pause, while the waiter deftly placed their salads and offered them a grinding of fresh pepper. ?Liz, you are the only person in the whole world I would ever talk with about this. And I want you to be completely frank if I make you uncomfortable. So interrupt me at any time.? After munching thoughtfully on some boudin, Alana continued, ?You know, Brandon has a crush on you. A very serious crush. But I?m not jealous! How could any man work with you and not have a crush?? Liz?s heart started pounding and yet her hands turned cold. ?A crush? Really? He said that?? ?Yes, he?s said that, not only in words but even in his tone of voice when he talks about you. And in the way he chooses his ties. You like him in red ties, right? He dresses to please you.? Liz was thrilled, and confused at the same time. What was this leading to? Could Alana actually be so calm about this? Was she going to try to get Liz to change jobs? Her beloved job? ?Honest, Alana, I?ve done nothing to try to attract Brandon, really! We work together really well...? Alana took Liz?s hand. ?It?s good that he has a crush on you. And now I want to help him?and help you?take things further. Make things better for him, for you, and for me.? ?How?? ?Let?s just...? She focused on something in the distance almanbahis canlı casino as she tried to find the proper metaphor, ?Let?s just find a way to release some of the tension, the pent-up steam of desire. Let?s find a safety-valve that will let us all continue to enjoy life without letting Brandon?s obsession reach explosive proportions!? Alana realized that she was exaggerating just a bit. Brandon had a lot of obsessions and his crush on Liz was only one of many, but, she thought, one thing at a time. ?So how do we do this, Alana? As I said, I?ll help in any way I can.? ?Let me ask you a very personal question, Liz. I think that you?re divorced, right? But...and this is getting into stuff that?s none of my business...I don?t know if you?ve found someone new.? ?Oh, it?s not that private. I would have told Brandon if I?d found someone. But no such luck. Just some...well, not even dates. Just a few hook-ups.? They ate in silence again a while. Then Alana came out with it. ?Liz, I?ll just drop the bomb. I just hope it doesn?t destroy our lunch and our friendship. Here it is. Brandon is obsessed?obsessed?by the idea of having a threesome with you.? Liz?s fork fell on the floor with a loud clang. The waiter rushed over with another. When the waiter was out of earshot, Liz said, ?That?s awesome! That?s absolutely awesome!? Then she had second thoughts. Alana hadn?t said that it was good that Brandon had this obsession. Just that he had it. Liz tried to cover her tracks and disguise her eagerness. ?I mean, I think it?s awesome that the two of you can talk frankly about things like this. What a healthy relationship!? ?Yes, we talk about it. A lot,? again Alana was exaggerating. Mostly she was just extrapolating from Brandon?s collection of porn. He obviously liked threesomes, girl-girl-boy. Liz was just the most obvious choice. ?But I think the time has come to get beyond talk. I think that we should help Brandon get out of his fantasy world and back into reality. I think that we should try a threesome. Once, anyway. I think that would relieve the tension we?ve both detected in the man we both value so much.? ?Wow, this is an amazing lunch!? exclaimed Liz, giggling. ?I mean, it?s like getting Brandon for dessert!? ?And not just Brandon. I?m part of the package. That?s the way men are, and Brandon?s pretty typical. He wants to see a lot of girl-girl interaction. So I?m really happy that you?re so pretty, so delicious! It would be a lot harder with someone else.? Alana realized, as she said it, that this wasn?t entirely true. There were a lot of women she could imagine making it with, but Liz was a good one to start with, and she wanted Liz to feel good about all this. Dumbfounded by this revelation, which cast her conscientious and serious co-worker in an entirely new light, Liz admitted to Alana that she was having trouble taking all this in. ?Brandon is like that? I mean, it?s pretty normal, almost every guy I?ve ever dated has wanted a threesome with another almanbahis casino girl, but for it to get to the point of actually doing it and obsessing over it, wow!? Letting Liz have time to wrap her mind around the idea, Alana ordered them two more glasses of wine. After a while, Liz said, ?Of course, I?ve always thought that once in my life, with the right people, I would want to try something like that. But bumping up against the reality is just...just wild!? She giggled with embarrassment, and with a mix of other jumbled feelings. ?And, just so you?ll have the whole picture, Brandon likes it a bit kinky. So there would be some domination (by me), some leather things, a dungeon-like setting. I guess you get the picture!? ?Does it hurt?? asked Liz. ?I mean, do you guys use whips and torture stuff?? ?Oh, nothing that would ever hurt you. Even with Brandon it?s mostly his male pride that gets hurt. It?s most psychological. Mostly. But with you, I?d dominate you, that?s my role, but I?d be gentle. You?ll see. It will be fun.? By now it was clear to both of them that Liz was on board. No longer were they talking about if but about how. As they sipped their wine, Alana got to practical matters. ?Look, Liz, we need to strike while the iron is hot. The more time you think about this, the more complicated it will seem. We need to start, right now.? ?Right now?? ?Can you call in and get off work this afternoon?? ?Yes, I can,? replied Liz, ?But Brandon?s going to be at the courthouse.? ?We don?t need him for the first step. Just you and me.? Liz looked baffled. ?We need to get comfortable together, so that when we?re with Brandon it won?t be stiff and phony.? Liz reddened. ?Are you talking about a lesbian thing? About girl-girl?? ?Well,? said Alana, ?not necessarily this afternoon. With Brandon, yes, we?ll have to be a little touchy-feely with each other. But for now you just have to be comfortable being naked and sexy with me nearby.? ?So how do we do that?? said Liz. Alana explained that she had an idea of how they could accomplish two things at one time. First, Liz had to be comfortable with Alana and with her own sexuality. Second, it would be good to give Brandon a little preview of how sexy Liz could be. ?You know, he sees you every day looking so professional, so covered up. Let?s whet his appetite. Let?s make some pin-up photos of you. I?d love to play photographer, and I have a professional-quality Canon.? Less than an hour later, they arrived, in Alana?s car, at a seedy motel out near the interstate. Alana explained that she chose the place for the atmosphere, the squalid, raunchy, nasty air of sin and decadence. Out front a neon sign advertised ?complementary (sic) adult movies in all rms!? After registering in the office, Alana popped open the trunk and took out a large leather bag with her camera and they headed to room 27. Liz?s heart was pounding and she had butterflies in her stomach. The room was clean, at least, smelling faintly of disinfectant soap. The walls were a pale acid green, the lamp had a broken shade, there were old plastic ashtrays, and, incongruously, a new flat-screen TV that was already on, tuned to the menu of a 24-hour porn service with a selection of three channels: lesbian, gay, and gang-bang.