Chapter 1
All her life, Adrienne had been catered to, and she had loved it. First, her parents had catered to her, Mr. and Mrs. Terrence Charman-the last name pronounced like the famous bathroom tissue-and, as she had grown up, various boys had catered to her whims. Not that Adrienne wasn't a beautiful girl. She was, in fact, exceedingly beautiful, and she knew it. Not only that, but she was intelligent, too. Her college average had been three-point seven, and she had been graduated magna-cum-laude from her university, a university where she had completed four years of work in three. Then she had gone to law school for another three years, and by the time she had been graduated from law school, she was already being offered a top job with one of the finest law firms in all of New York City.
Adrienne accepted attention from everyone as her due. Not that it detracted from her work. On the contrary, she was an excellent worker. In fact, she proved, in six short months, to be such an asset to the law firm of Bennett and Bennett, that she was given an office of her own with her own private secretary. Bennett and Bennett was one of those law firms that advertised all over TV, and as a result had offices from coast-to-coast, and Adrienne was put in charge of East Coast international claims.
Her law work consisted basically of sorting out the viable claims of U.S. citizens against foreign citizens one was able to sue in this country. Her work occupied so much of her time, she went out only occasionally, and when she did, all she gave her date was her company and a small good-night peck of a kiss.
At the age of twenty-three, Adrienne Charman was still a virgin. She was a virgin not because she was afraid of sex, though she had never indulged in foreplay, much less anything of a greater magnitude. She hadn't indulged simply because she hadn't found what she termed a man worthy enough.
Every morning she would get out of bed, a huge king-sized bed in the penthouse apartment she now occupied, and totally nude, she would admire her face and figure in the full-length mirror making up the entire wall that was her walk-in closet.
What she saw was a pert face with short, curly brown hair ringing it, making her think of herself as one of the perennial virgins on a famous TV show about two girls who felt it unlady-like to give of themselves. She had a round face with full, rosy cheeks in spite of the fact that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her nose was small, almost a pug nose, but not quite, and her large amber eyes would have looked just as innocent even without the judicious use of eyebrow pencil and eyeliner. Her mouth looked like a small valentine, and though her lips had lightly kissed many boys, she had kissed no one passionately. Her chin was short, but not too short. Her neck was the one feature about herself she didn't like. She felt her neck wasn't swan-like and long enough. She had small shoulders and so it was surprising they supported a full pair of breasts so well. Most girls with breasts as large as Adrienne's had them hanging before they were out of their teens. Not Adrienne Charman. Proper muscle exercises had kept her fit, and her flesh was not only perfectly toned, but her pectoral muscles were so well-developed, that even if she had stopped exercising then and there, her breasts would never fall. Each was a perfectly round half-moon with a pinkish-brown halo, not outside, but inside making up what she felt was a perfect areola which in turn circled an equally perfect pinkish-brown nipple that remained flat and large against the mound of her breast.
Her waist was pinched in and taut, with not so much as an ounce of excess flesh, accentuating the fact that her hipbones were perfect and her haunches were superbly shaped. Her belly was flat, and the little fluff of hair covering her mons was like a brown powder-puff that really hid nothing of the rich pinkness beneath.
Her thighs were straight, smooth, and solid, and she had calves that swelled to just the right proportions. One day, when she met a man she felt to be as perfect as she was a perfect woman, she would give herself to him, totally and completely. Until then, as far as she was concerned, all the inferior men had the right to look, but not to touch.
But Adrienne Charman's self-enforced celibacy was about to end. What was more, it was about to end in a manner she would initially detest.