4 comments/ 124482 views/ 18 favorites Forbidden Massage By: mandywilluk2000 A story in eleven chapters of how two women test the murky waters of lesbian prostitution. Chapter 1: Finding her way. She'd been warned of course. She'd been told at beauty school that it could happen and that it probably would. "Just be firm and polite and resist," the instructor had said. "Try not to offend but if the other party becomes too persistent, then say. "I'm sorry but I shall have to stop the treatment and ask you to leave." All good advice but of a type that goes in one ear of a twenty one year old girl and out the other with hardly any of it being retained. Well that's how it was with Sam. At beauty school in Knightsbridge as a last ditch effort by her rapidly becoming frustrated, parents to provide her with the basis for a career she was training to be a beauty therapist. The plan was to get the necessary qualification, work for a few years to learn the trade and then maybe open her own beauty parlour or, as her now and then boy friend Charles called it, a posh massage parlour. Sam was a lovely looking girl with parents who doted on her. They were comfortably off financially but not to the level that they could or, indeed, would keep her. So she had to work. It's "as what?" that was the question. She was bright but hadn't yet found out what she wanted to do. However, she'd got good A level results that got her into a reasonable, though not top rung, university but hated it and left half way through her second year when she was nineteen. She'd dabbled with acting school but again found that very demanding and after one term she'd drifted away from it taking on a number of PA and promotion type jobs that friends and friends of friends usually found for her. So when someone suggested beauty college and she discussed that with her business-minded dad it all seemed a great idea. She was soon enrolled and throughout the two-year course she not only enjoyed it but also did very well, for in most subjects she was either at, or near to, the top of the fourteen girl class. After, in many ways surprisingly to her but pleasingly to her parents, completing the course and gaining her diploma with distinctions she soon landed a job as a trainee beauty consultant in a small, ladies only salon just round the corner from Harrods. In the first six months or so she was sort of propositioned a couple or three times. "Do you do any extras?" was how the older, very overweight new client had asked reaching out and taking hold of Sam's hand as the massage was finished. Flustered Sam mumbled that she didn't and fortunately the client didn't press things any further. Leaning over the table where the tall, slim, thirty something woman she'd treated a couple of times before was laying on her front, naked with her modesty maintained by a towel draped over her bottom Sam first felt something brush against her knee. Looking down she saw that the beautifully manicured fingernails of the client were touching her leg just above her kneecap beneath the hem of her buttoned right down the front, white coat. At first she thought it might have been a mistake for some clients did tend to let their arms dangle down the sides so she carried on massaging the slim, well-toned back. But when she felt it again, this time softer, and looking down she saw that it was the fingertips on her leg she knew it wasn't a mistake. Sam moved away and went round the table to massage from the other side hoping the client would realise she wasn't interested. It happened again though and this time she reached down and, taking the client's wrist in her hand said. "Could you put these beneath your chin please?" She got that message and Sam had no other problems for a couple of months. Although the salon was air-conditioned the sheer blistering ninety-degree heat of that summer made it very warm in the massage cubicle that Sam usually used. "Still it was the warmest in winter," she reconciled herself, feeling the perspiration between her breasts and on her forehead as she massaged the Arab looking lady who the salon owner had told Sam was immensely rich. It was the first time Sam had treated her and after the steam bath, sauna and treatment with various mudpacks, the waxing and the toning they'd just started the massage prior to the facial and make-up. Chatting away quite easily Sam was impressed by Soona, as she insisted on being called. Friendly, warm and easy to talk to, though having the confidence and self-assurance of many rich people, they got on well during the first couple of hours of Soona's morning long session. She told Sam that she was married, offering, "arranged by my dad," by way of an explanation making Sam wonder why she felt the need to explain. She gabbled on about having three children when she wasn't even thirty yet and told Sam that she was from the Lebanon although her husband had houses there, in Dubai and America and was just buying one here in London. She told Sam quite a lot about her fabulous life-style but in no way sounded boastful or arrogant or cocky. When Sam walked into the massage cubicle she was surprised to find Soona sitting on a chair naked. "It's so bloody hot I can't have that towelling robe on me. It's about time this place got some thinner ones." She said saw her eyes roaming up and down Sam's body. Wearing the standard white coat that buttoned up the front Sam was aware that the tunic was quite tight on her and thus her large breasts and rounded hips and bottom were displayed to their best advantage. She was also aware, even though she rarely thought about it being in an all female work environment, that the fine cotton material was slightly see through especially where it was stretched and thus her underwear, or certainly the outline of it, could be seen through it. And it seemed to her, as she stood there quite surprised at seeing her client so blatantly naked sitting on the chair leaning back on the arms her legs crossed, that Soona's eyes were taking all of this in. It felt to Sam as though the woman's dark eyes were burning into her and focusing on the areas of the coat that were tight, on the parts of her that were emphasised by that and on the outlines of what was under it. It was as though they were seeing right through the material. As though, like men so often did, they were mentally undressing her and were seeing her most intimate places. Gathering her composure she smiled and said. "Yes it gets very warm in here." "I don't know how you can work in here, especially with that long coat on. You must fry in it." "Oh we get used to it," Sam replied rolling out some fresh paper towel on the massage table. "Well," Soona said standing up quite close to Sam in the fairly small cubicle, "you don't have to stand on ceremony for me Sam." Sam looked at Soona the furrowing of her brow showing she hadn't understood what the other woman meant. Soona came and stood just a foot or so in front of her so that they were staring directly into each others eyes the tips of their breasts just inches apart. "I meant if you want to take the coat or indeed anything else off," Soona said softly as she raised one hand towards the lapels of Sam's tunic, "it would be fine by me." Sam felt so embarrassed. And that wasn't just because of the surprise and the confidence of Soona's suggestion. It also wasn't just because she, of course, could tell from the look in the Arab woman's eyes that it wasn't an innocent suggestion. And it wasn't also due to the fact that Soona's fingers had closed round the top button of her coat. No, the embarrassment was additionally caused because the moment Sam had seen Soona sitting so provocatively naked on that chair she'd become aroused. And as she'd said about Sam taking her coat off and as she'd come and stood unnecessarily close and as her hands had reached for the button and as, Sam now realised, she'd slipped that undone, the arousal had simply increased and increased. It wasn't as if intimacy with her own gender was something totally new to Sam. After all she'd spent a couple of years at an all girl's boarding school where love and sex between the pupils flourished. So she knew about that. But always she'd been able to put that sort of thinking to one side. Well mostly for since leaving school she had "dallied," as she called it, a few times. But then Sam's thinking on the topic was that everyone, especially girls, was potentially bi in the right circumstances. But she'd never gone around looking at other women and fancying them or lusting after them. It wasn't the same sort of feelings as with boys and men. No it was more that when a situation presented itself and she was feeling receptive then Sam could let herself go and indulge this dormant desire. And, she now realised, Soona had rekindled that desire. She'd triggered it off and had made Sam realise that she felt receptive to this attractive, slim, darkish skinned, Arab woman. "In fact," Soona was continuing as she saw no resistance from the good looking blonde girl, "I'd like it very much if you massaged me in your underwear Sam." "Oh God I shouldn't," Sam moaned as she felt such a surge of sexual desire as Soona popped the second button undone. "Oh yes you should Sam, because you want to don't you?" "I don't know Soona, I just don't know," she stammered as hers and Soona's eyes met. Soona smiled slightly. Her eyes were half closed and her tongue came out and licked along her top lip. In her aroused state the younger girl found each of these movements very sexy and so appealing. The older woman recognised that. She saw the signs. She knew what to look for. She had to, for Soona was more into girls than she was men and she took any opportunity that came her way with attractive girls. Sam felt incredibly nervous. Not about being caught for all the cubicles had locks to protect the privacy of the clients so she knew that nobody would barge in. It was more about the rather obvious and somewhat sordid nature of the way that she was so easily being seduced by this older and clearly much more experienced woman that slightly upset her. But that changed as Soona undid two more buttons so that the coat was now undone to Sam's waist. "You have lovely breasts," the older woman breathed staring at Sam's boobs in the lacy, almost see-through skimpy bra. Sam surprised herself by replying. "So do you Soona, yours are beautiful." As the rest of the buttons were undone and the coat was peeled off the blonde girl so Soona said softly. "Do you really think so Sam? They're not as big and full as yours are they?" "No but they are lovely," Sam went on as, almost mesmerised, she watched Soona take hold of her wrist and slowly pull her hand upwards. She couldn't help adding, "and I've always wanted smaller breasts." "Why darling?" Soona said quietly weighing one of Sam's somewhere between D and DD orbs in her hand. "Because they make men stare at me and that makes me embarrassed," Sam answered honestly for that had troubled ever since her boobs had simply exploded when she turned fifteen. "Smaller ones like yours are better," she'd gone on rather lamely not really knowing what to say in such circumstances. Soona did though. Soona knew exactly what to say. "Feel them Sam, feel Soona's breasts, "the other woman sighed placing Sam's hand right on her left breast. The sensations that flew from Sam's fingers and spread through her body were so strong and so lovely that she felt a shudder go through her. It was as if there was a wire connecting her hand to her breasts and her pussy and as though electric shocks were being sent through it. "Ooooooo," she moaned as her natural instincts kicked in and she started to caress the soft, yielding flesh just as Soona reached round her and unclipped her bra. The feelings and sensations Sam had gained from caressing the dusky flesh of the older woman, though strong, were nothing like those she got when Soona gently squeezed her breast and pinched her nipples. "Oh Soona, oh, oh, oh," she sighed letting the other woman pull her body against hers so that both pairs of breasts were squashed together. Soona's mouth was close to Sam's ear. "You're gorgeous Sam, you're beautiful and you have such a wonderful body." She whispered into it, her lips and tongue touching the lobe and just inside sending even more shivers of desire through the younger girl. Sam felt Soona's hands slide smoothly down her back until they reached her bottom. She loved the delicious feelings as each cheek was cupped through the satiny material of her panties and as she felt the long, beautifully manicured fingernails digging onto her. Their faces were almost touching as the older woman brought her slightly opened lips towards Sam's. The hands on her bottom were pulling her, coaxing her, urging her to come closer to the bare body. Their breasts brushed. They touched just briefly at first as Sam let her body be pulled forward. It was just a soft touch. Sam's nipples grazing the flesh of the taller woman just beneath her nipples. Just a fleeting contact. But the sensation for Sam certainly, and, possibly Soona as well, was very strong, for a low gasp escaped from both pairs of lips that were now just millimetres from apart "Oooooooo" they both moaned as they fell into each others arms. Their breasts were now in marvellously full contact, their bodies in fact touching from head to toe for as Soona pulled Sam those last few inches so her opened mouth had closed round the younger girls lips and they kissed. Squeezing and squirming they revelled in their bare breasts crushing against each other and their hands roaming over the others naked, slightly damp from perspiration flesh. Sam was loving the feelings of holding, caressing and squeezing the cheeks of the other woman and was almost delirious with excitement and sexual pleasure as Soona's tongue ran round her gums and teeth and inside her mouth to press against her tongue. Sam had always loved kissing and had found that to be a particularly huge turn on from being with a girl. From the first time when the head girl at school had kissed her the gentle knowingness with which two girls mouths and lips met and loved each other had so thrilled and intrigued her. As she'd "snogged" girls at university and later in night clubs where it had become a quite common occurrence she'd learned that it was something few, if any, men could replicate. And none for sure she was certain could ever replicate the way that this amazing woman was kissing her. Soona's lips, tongue, teeth and mouth just simply captivated the younger girl, exciting her almost beyond imagination and removing any doubts or sexual inhibitions that may have been lingering in Sam. As Soona kissed Sam and rubbed their breasts together so she was squeezing and pinching the shapely but very full cheeks of the younger girls arse. Pushing on them so that their pubic mounds met causing Sam to squirm hers against the rather hairyness of Soona's protuberance. Sam could feel her body boiling up so much that she knew she was going to climax. And she realised it was going to happen soon. Breaking her mouth away she gasped. "Oh Soona, oh, oh, oh." As the physical and emotional elements of them fused together so they caused the sensations to boil over. Her body went tight and she thrashed around in the other woman's arms as she started to cum. "Oh Soona, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she totally unnecessarily whined as the older woman recognised what was happening. Soona slid her fingers between Sam's legs right on and then into the sopping heat of the young girls throbbing pussy that seemed to pulsate with feeling. The fingers sliding into the blonde put her right over the top. "Oh God, oh my God," she moaned, thankfully just about remembering to keep her voice low. "I'm cumming Soona, I'm cumming." "Yes baby you are, cum for Soona, cum and cum and cum." Sam found herself being turned away from the other woman and bent over the massage table. Her breasts were squashed flat against the firm, but slightly rough paper covered surface, and she felt Soona's knee between her thighs forcing them wide open. She knew that her bottom would be sticking out as one of the hands of the other woman pressed on her back between her shoulder blades holding her down. The other hand was between her legs with two, three or was it four fingers she wondered being pumped in and out of her? At the same time she felt Soona's erotically hairy mound pressing against the side of her legs just by her hip bone. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her seductress squirming and grinding herself against the her hip bone obviously trying to increase the sensations. "Oh Soona," Sam managed to gasp reaching toward the other woman with her hand. Soona gratefully saw what Sam was offering and she wiggled her naked body closer to the hand opening her thighs to enable the young woman's fingers finds her most womanly place. "Oh yes Sam, yes," Soona whined as the fingers slid inside her. "Oh yes Soona yes," Sam unknowingly mimicked as she also replicated the pumping motions that Soona was doing to her. And like that with the beauty therapist bent over the massage table and the client alongside it, they finger fucked each to their climaxes. Most clients tipped the therapists when they were leaving. Usually it was ten pounds, sometimes twenty and occasionally it was fifty. Its was never the four crisp fifty pound notes that Soona pressed into Sam's hand as dressed to the nines she swept out of the salon. Sam was surprised at the amount but knowing that the client was fabulously rich didn't think too much about it other than how generous she was. There were no more clients to attend to that afternoon so Sam spent her time reading up on some new treatments. But of course her mind kept returning to this latest lesbian experience. She had found Soona enormously attractive and wildly sexy and had been very flattered by the older woman's advances and compliments. She wasn't so naïve to think that there was any real affection or, heaven forbid, love between them but she did feel a slight bonding. Well she had to for although reasonably experienced for her age she didn't consider herself as being promiscuous, just modern with her thinking about sex. But that included the need to feel some attraction and to think that was returned. "After all even young women with such modern thinking don't drop their knickers for any one do they?" she smiled as she glanced at yet another manufacturer's blurb on anti ageing products and looked at the clock noting with relief that it was almost time to leave. "Hi Sam, that was fantastic this afternoon, call me soon," was the message Sam heard when she turned her mobile on as she was walking towards Knightsbridge tube station after leaving work that evening. Thinking that Soona probably wanted to see her again, maybe at her hotel for she'd mentioned a suite in the Mandarin and that her husband was in the States for a few days, or that she might want them to go out somewhere she clicked the return call button as she walked past Harrods. "Hello Soona," she said lightly, "It's Sam." "Sam?" She heard the woman say as though she couldn't work out who she was. "You called me." "Oh yes, hi Sam thanks for calling back" Feeling a little deflated the beauty therapist waited for he client to tell her why she'd called. The Lebanese woman went on. "I just wanted to tell you again Sam how much I enjoyed this afternoon," she gushed making Sam wonder just what she was going to then suggest. "Good I'm pleased Soona for I did as well." When Sam heard the reply to that she was a little surprised for there was an odd tone in Soona's voice almost as though she was also surprised but more at Sam saying she'd enjoyed it. Forbidden Massage "Really? You really enjoyed it?" "Yes, yes of course I did." "Wow, well that's great," Soona gushed rushing a little. "That's fantastic Sam for I've got a couple of friends who'd like to come along and see you." "What?" Sam stammered. "What do you mean?" "Well they both like women as well as men and I've told them about you and they'd like to have some of what you gave me, well sold me really I suppose." The realisation then hit the young blonde. It struck her that Soona had a very different idea on the afternoon's happenings than she did. Whereas she'd though it was a real encounter Soona clearly thought that it was Sam selling her normal "extras." That Sam did that regularly. That Sam really was a bit of a hooker selling her body for sex. She didn't know what to say at first so she remained silent. Soona clearly took that to mean she was agreeing and went on. "Should they call you direct for a booking Sam or go through the salon and ask for you?" "Er, um I'm not sure." "Well I have to know as I'm seeing them for lunch tomorrow. Are you very booked up this week?" "Actually no I'm not." Sam answered honestly knowing that she had very few appointments for the rest of the week. "Look Sam, I've gotta go my dinner date's here. Call me tomorrow before noon, but make it after ten for tonight might be a long one. OK?" Hardly before she could stammer an agreement the connection had been broken. Chapter 2 The Realisation. "She thinks I'm a fucking whore." Sam thought to herself on the tube journey from Knightsbridge to The Angel Islington. "A lesbian whore at that?" she mused almost smiling at both those thoughts and the guy sitting opposite her who seemed to be gradually sliding lower and lower in his seat in an effort to see further up her short skirt. In the flat she shared with her brother who paid most of the rent and kept an eagle eye on his younger sister in the big hard world of trendy North London she rustled up a salad with a chicken leg left over from the weekend. Pouring a glass of very cold, dry white wine she sat on the small terrace that overlooked the walled garden they shared with the flat downstairs. The terrace, though small, was secluded and Sam felt safe and comfortable sunbathing topless and even, on a couple of occasions when James was overseas, as he was quite a lot with his job, completely naked. Still she could hardly believe what had happened. But then as she thought more about it and recognised that Soona went to beauty salons all over the world and, presumably, gained sexual entertainment in many of them, Sam started to see it from her viewpoint. She also thought about the times women had tried it on with her at the salon. And as she thought of those times she'd said no and today when she'd said yes the difference hit her like a bullet from a gun. It wasn't that her moral standpoint had changed. No, the difference was that Soona was sexy, attractive and more obvious than the others. The essential difference was that Sam fancied her and directly the older, more experienced woman had made a move Sam's moral resistance had simply faded away. "Was it that common?" she asked herself. "Does it happen in most salons? Do most girls do it? Do the girls at our salon do it?" All such questions raced through her mind. Funnily though the core moral question of whether having sex for money was so wrong didn't really feature that much in her thinking. "Hello Em," she said as she called the one colleague at the salon with whom she'd struck up a friendship. Emma was older than Sam, probably in her mid to late thirties. Unlike the rest of the girls that worked there Emma and Sam came from quite ordinary backgrounds and not the moneyed, near aristocracy ones that the others had. The salon was run on a rota system so that it could operate from eight in the morning to ten at night with a number of girls working just a couple or three days a week or permanent weekends. This meant that there were loads of girls there that Sam hardly met let alone knew. Emma and she though were amongst the small number of girls who worked full weeks and were in the salon together a lot of the time thus providing the time and opportunity for the friendship. "Would you mind if I popped round this evening Em?" Sam went on. "Sure no problem. What's up?" "Nothing really I just want to ask you a few things." "Ok fine say around eight is that OK?" Emma was slim, with brunette hair. She was quite tall and had an angular face with prominent cheekbones that Sam thought made her look absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She was divorced with a fifteen year old daughter and lived in a really classy flat in Primrose Hill a very trendy and horrendously expensive part of North London but only a few miles from Islington. She' been married once and the flat was apparently part of the settlement and Emma and her daughter shared the very spacious and airy flat that even had its own small garden. "May I ask you something very personal?" Sam asked the older woman. Sam had found it hard reaching the decision to ask her friend about whether she ever provided extras but she'd always got the feeling from her that she wasn't sexually straight-laced. In fact at a party they'd both gone to Sam had been a little shocked to see Emma dancing in the most provocative manner with an absolutely gorgeous guy who couldn't have been as old as Sam. She'd watched absolutely gob smacked as at the end of the dance her friend and the young guy had kissed deeply in the middle of the room his hands in front of everybody cupping Emma's bum hers running suggestively up and down his back. Breaking they'd wandered off somewhere and Sam hadn't seem her again that evening. "Of course you can, like a drink?" "No better not I'm driving," Sam replied wanting one badly to give her the Dutch courage to go through with this. "It's a little embarrassing actually Em." "Really?" her older friend smiled down at her. Sam was sitting on the sofa with Emma leaning back against the table a glass of wine in her hand and at least one button too many undone on the man's shirt she was wearing with the skin tight jeans. "Don't worry Sam I'm a big girl I don't shock easily. You're not pregnant are you?" Smiling Sam said. "No, nothing like that." Feeling a little more relaxed she then blurted it all out asking Emma whether she ever gave the women extras and if so how often. The brunette listened attentively sipping her wine and staring at the younger blonde for a moment or two after she'd finished talking. At first Sam thought she'd blown it and had annoyed her for really she was asking her friend whether she was a bisexual prostitute and even pretty broad minded women could take umbrage at that. Looking very serious Emma said. "Do you think I live in Primrose Hill on the salary they pay me?" She went on to tell Sam that she did provide extras but only to good looking women she fancied and then only if they specifically asked or she knew them. "Oh three or four a week I guess." She advised in response to Sam's request for how often going on to say before Sam asked, "at between one and two hundred." "That's good then what three or four hundred a week? So you double your salary?" "Well yes but that's in the salon." "In the salon?" "Yes I also do visiting for a small number of regular clients. That's where the real money is." "How much do you charge for that then?" "It depends but a minimum of two hundred for an inner London visit and two fifty in the suburbs, say past Hampstead. But it goes up to a grand depending on what I am asked to do and how long I stay." Emma went on to tell Sam that she'd been "doing extras" for a couple of years and visiting for just the past six months or so. "As far as I can tell, although it's hard to ask most of the snotty bitches at the salon, I think most therapists do extras. It seems as if it's now, almost, becoming part of the job spec." In return Sam told Emma that she'd been asked several times that she was wondering whether she should or not. She didn't mention what had happened with Soona or that she'd asked her to "entertain" some of her friends. "Soona said you had some er, um amazing extras," the naked woman lying on the massage table on her front with a towel discretely draped over her bottom said in a heavily accented croaky voice. The blonde therapist had thought that the Mediterranean looking woman might be Soona's friend. She'd unusually been asked for by name but during the early part of the shorter treatment the client hadn't said anything and this was the first time it had been raised. Thankfully, Sam thought, she was quite attractive, very nice to talk to with a full breasted figure and good legs for she'd phoned Soona back and had told her some times she'd be available. Due to the continuing heat wave bookings for all the girls was slow so she'd given Soona whole days thus making it hard to know if her clients were Soona's friends or not. Feeling incredibly nervous Sam mumbled. "Yes, yes, I do, although Soona does tend to exaggerate a bit for I'm not sure they're amazing." Halle turned, raised herself up a little, rested her head on her hand, smiled and said. "But they will make me cum won't they Sam?" as she turned and raised herself even more presumably totally aware that she was now completely showing her full, heavily nippled breasts. For a moment or two Sam was frozen. Partly with nerves but partly also with excitement. Excitement at the thought of having sex with this woman. Excitement at staring at the large, luscious looking breasts just inches from her hands. Excitement that the rich attractive Arab woman, who could well have been old enough to be her mother, wanted her. And excitement and many other emotions at the thought that she was to be paid for sex. Paid for making love. Paid for her services. Yes she felt excited that she was knowingly going to perform an act of lesbian prostitution. It was, actually, all over rather quickly. It didn't involve kissing or cuddling. Other than Halle stroking Sam's breasts through her coat and sliding her hand up the skirt of her tunic and squeezing the therapist's bottom as she climaxed, there was little contact. Little that is than the blonde running her fingertips up and down the inside of the black haired woman's thighs. Little other than the younger woman pressing insistently on the inside of the older woman's legs coaxing them apart. Little other than the therapist's fingers moving ever nearer to the startlingly vivid red slash between the client's legs. And little other than Sam sliding three fingers into Halle's pussy and finger fucking her to two orgasms one right after the other. Oddly, afterwards, Sam didn't feel as much guilt and remorse as she'd feared she might. And she didn't think that was solely due to the two hundred pounds Halle gave her. No, it was more the feelings of power and excitement and of being wanted and thought of as being so sexy that was paramount in her mind. It was the buzz of doing something that few others ever did, of experiencing totally new sensations, and to an extent, the sheer sordidness of selling sex for money. It didn't make her bad person, she thought. It was just that she had something that was in demand and she was in a job where there was a ready supply, or so it seemed, of people that wanted what she had to offer. It didn't hurt anyone and it gave pleasure and satisfaction to the client and, if Sam was brutally honest with herself, to her as well. And on top of all that she could make money. And she had. Four hundred pounds cash was more than she earned in a week and she still had another appointment with a friend of Soona's. Chapter 3 Emma. "So you like girls then?" Emma had asked looking straight into Sam's eyes after they'd talked things through a bit on that visit a few evenings ago. "Well yes I do as I guess you must as well Emma?" "Of course darling," Emma smiled. "But then don't most girls nowadays and especially those that work as therapists?" "I don't know, never thought about it but I suppose you have to a little to be able to massage women. But then most of my mates have er sort of dabbled." "Exactly," Emma said softly walking over and sitting on the sofa with Sam. "And being around nude woman all day, seeing them undress and watching them in the baths and steam rooms means you have to be comfortable with the female form in all its glory. Don't you?" The two extremely attractive women looked at each other. Their eyes met and both of them felt something. They felt attraction, desire and want for the other. "Particularly," Sam stammered, "when they are attractive, I can't think I'd go with ugly or fat women." "No, nor could I," Emma said adding in almost a whisper, "I need them to be pretty and sexy and hot and..................," she paused waiting for Sam to look at her. As the younger blonde raised her eyes and caught the gaze of the older brunette Emma smiled and said in almost a whisper, "preferably young." Neither seemed to feel brave enough to do what both of them wanted so they simply sat there for a while until Sam said. "Well Em thanks, but I'd better go. See you tomorrow." "Sure and I hope I've been of help luv," she replied showing Sam to the door and giving her a peck on the cheek the earlier mood clearly broken. It happens like that with two women as, indeed it does of course, with a man and a girl. A brief moment of sheer lust for the other when they seem both so attractive and available. When it seems as though they both want the other. When anything is possible and everything might happen. But of course mostly nothing does happen and both parties go on their way with slightly more spring in their steps, joy in their hearts and heat in their knickers. Just as those two had. Sam had pondered over what to do for most of the night and it wasn't until the next morning when she was at work that she decided. It was actually Emma walking past her as she made her way towards one of the massage rooms that helped her decide. As they passed each other in the narrow corridor Emma leaned over and whispered. "It's a quick hundred pounder this one." Not having a client for a couple of hours Sam almost immediately found a quiet spot and phoned Soona. And that's how it had started. That's how Sam became a lesbian hooker. Not, of course, that she thought of herself as that but the truth of the matter was that was the service she provided. For a few weeks Soona, Halle and a couple of other friends kept Sam busy for they each came back a few times. Slowly, though, they drifted off usually because as the summer passed their husbands took them back to the Middle East. She hadn't seen that much of Emma for both of them had been busy and Sam had taken a two week holiday. "So how's it going?" Emma asked one day as they sat in the small coffee room both dressed in their slightly see through white coats. "Fine," Sam smiled, "fine." "I assume you sorted yourself out over supplying extras?" "Yes," Sam said hesitantly not sure just how much she should tell Emma. "Yes thanks Em, I did." "It's quite enjoyable really isn't it once you get used to it?" Her friend's assumptiveness took Sam a little off guard and she found herself agreeing. "Yes I suppose it is really. I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would." Emma got up and as she walked past Sam she ran her fingertips across the blonde's hair. Stopping and standing right next to Sam her waist about level with the other girl's face Emma let her hand stay there her fingers softly trailing through her workmate's hair. Sam looked up. Emma looked down and her heart started to pound when she saw that due to Sam sitting on the low chair her coat had ridden right up her tanned thighs and Emma could clearly see the younger woman's panties. "Its still not quite the real thing is it Sam?" she said in almost a whisper. "Not quite like doing it without being paid is it?" "No. No Emma, no it's not," Sam stuttered and stammered as her friend more blatantly now caressed her hair. And that felt nice. Sam loved the gentleness of it as she loved the gentle knowingness of making love with women. "How about coming to dinner at my place tonight then Sam? Would you like that?" Emma asked extending what really was a very obvious invitation presumably to have sex with her. Sam looked up into Emma's eyes. Emma bent forward until she was almost ninety degrees at the waist, until their faces were close and until the front of Emma's coat gaped. Gaped so that Sam couldn't help seeing her friend's small breasts encased in the flimsy white bra. The most miniscule of bras that, although making valiant efforts, covered little of the flesh of each boob for the lacy edge of each cup bisected each nipple leaving a little arc of pinkness visible on each boob. Sam knew that Emma must have been aware of the delightful vista presented by the front of her coat gaping. She realised her friend was flaunting herself invitingly and so very provocatively at her and that made her shudder with arousal. The thin bra also didn't do a very good job of hiding the fact that Emma's nipples were very evidently hard for as she stood up straight their outline was very excitingly clear through the cotton of her coat. "Come nice and early Sam, although we're not working tomorrow, about seven? Is that all right?" She asked at last straightening right up and turning away. "Yes that'll be fine. Thanks Emma," Sam muttered watching her friend's bottom covered by the tight, white, cotton wiggle down the corridor. She was sure the wiggle was exaggerated and was certain that Emma was either wearing the minutest of thongs or had foregone panties altogether. "Maybe another hundred pounder?" she smiled to herself feeling a tinge of jealousy that Emma seemed to have so many clients. She also felt a rush of excitement though when it hit home that she'd all but agreed to have sex with her friend that evening. "I've wanted to do this to you since the day you joined the salon." Emma muttered as she unclipped Sam's bra, held both of the full, fleshy boobs in her hands and brushed her tongue across the younger girl's gloriously pink and enormously hardened nipples. It had taken them exactly twenty minutes from the moment Sam arrived at Emma's flat to the time they were in each others arms kissing and squirming their bodies together. And it was now probably no more than a further twenty minutes that they were in Emma's bed, both in just their underwear which, in Emma's case, was only a lacy dark blue thong. The man's type vest she'd worn when Sam had arrived didn't really suit a bra! They'd had a drink for Sam, as suggested by Emma, had taken a cab. They'd sat together on the sofa. They'd chatted. They'd talked about offering extras. They'd got the subject back to that not being like the real thing. "Doing it because you really fancy someone," as Emma termed it turning to face the blonde so that their jeans covered knees touched. Touched and stayed like that. Stayed like that and then pressed. Pressed and then rubbed as Emma reached out with her hand and gently stroked Sam's cheek with the back of her perfectly manicured, brown with white tipped painted fingernails. "Yes Sam really fancy someone as I have you since we first met." The kiss was inevitable. It was as inevitable as it was enjoyable for both of them. It was gentle, tender and caring. Suggestive, inviting and enquiring. It was not probing, urgent and invading as the first with a man often is when they so often confuse ardour with overenthusiasm. There were no unknown, probing tongues. No, but there were tongues gently licking around lips. Mouths were not forced open so wide that pressure was put on jaws. But lips did part, mouths did slide open and tongues did dance together. Lips weren't forced together and then ground as if there was a competition to see how hard that could be done. But each pair of lips did move and did squirm with tantalisingly varying pressures. Forbidden Massage Both women were good kissers. But then women innately seem more expert at the delicately balanced art of kissing than men. Both had sufficient experience with same gender sex despite the fifteen or so year age gap. So there was no need for teaching and one wasn't seducing the other. There was no need for one to take things step by step as she slowly introduced the other to the joy and wonders of lesbian lovemaking. One wasn't full of doubt as she was led and the other wasn't full of concern that she may be taking the other too far too soon. No with Sam and Emma there was a coming together of two like-minded souls. A joining of two sexually tuned in women. A fusion of two luscious bodies and agilely receptive, open minds that knew exactly what they wanted and what they were doing. Yes with them it was two bisexual women who wanted to fuck each other and were going about doing that in the most stimulating manner. As they kissed so they pressed their bodies together. As their mouths joined so they stroked each other. As eyes closed, lips squirming and tongues gently licking, their hands found the others breasts Sam's heart leaped at feeling Emma's bareness beneath the vest. There were gasps and sighs, little grunts and slight moans as one or the other pleasured the other by a touch, a kiss or a pressure on a sensitive place. Sam's shirt was undone down the front. "Oh God, Sam, your breasts are awesome," Emma moaned slipping her finger into the deep cleavage created by the slightly too small, black, lacy bra that Sam had purposefully worn to create just the effect that Emma had just admired "I knew they'd be wonderful but they're better than that my darling?" she gushed as she ran her fingers across the silky lace. She was shivering almost at the sight of the creamy flesh, the outline of the nipples and the sheer size of the mounds that were in her hands but still hidden from her sight. Emma's arms somehow slipped from the vest so that it fell around her waist leaving her naked above it. "Oh, oh, yes, yes," the older woman moaned as the youngsters fingers tantalised and sensitised the flesh of her small breasts. "Oh Sam, Sam," she sighed as the blonde gently pinched the rubbery tips of the surprisingly dark nipples that showed the signs of childbirth and of being suckled. To Sam that was so appealing for some reason. As she felt and saw the nipples harden and rise under her touch so she imagined being the baby sucking on them. And that made her feel so tender and warm towards the older woman and so momentarily she thought of herself as being Emma's daughter. Quite and odd thought she realised! Emma nearly climaxed as the wonderful mouth closed round her full nipple and sucked on it with exactly the right amount of pleasure. Her head fell back her eyes closed and her mouth opened as her hands, roughly almost, pushed Sam's shirt off. She revelled in running her hands up and down the back that was bent so that the mouth could continue loving her breasts. One in a bra, the other topless with both in tight, blue jeans they were perfectly aware that more clothing had to be removed. More flesh had to be exposed and more intimate parts of their body had to be revealed. They were both now hugely aroused. Aroused to the point that it would have been impossible to stop even had either wanted to. Aroused to the point where there was only one conclusion. One finale and one inevitable ultimate act. They were going to fuck each other to make their new lover cum and cum and cum and then cum and cum again. Their hands lost their adroitness. When excitement is at such a level fingers are hard to focus. They fumble so when they try to be subtle they often fail. And when they try to take on difficult precise tasks they struggle. And that's exactly what happened to each of them when they tried to find and then slide the others zips down. Sitting as they were their jeans were rumpled, their zips buckled making it almost impossible to slide down. But by trying, both girls hands visited the others thighs. Slid along groins and ran across denim covered stomachs. So they pressed on the hard material just where the softness of the blood bloated lips lie beneath. "Oh fuck this," Emma cried standing up the most mischievous of lustful grins on her face. Sam looked up at the magnificence of the slim, auburn haired, bare breasted, long legged woman soaring above her. Head looking down Emma's fingers found the tab of the zip on her very tight jeans through which Sam could see the outline of Emma's mons. Her small breasts jiggling a little as her fingers slid the zip down she was soon peeling the jeans down her long, long legs just like a snake shedding its skin. Smiling Sam muttered. "Good idea," as she went to stand up the sight before of Emma in a tiny, flimsy, dark blue thong making her feel weak at the knees. "No stay right there," the older woman ordered putting her hand on the younger shoulder. "Let me." Falling to her knees between Sam's legs Emma slowly and carefully with shaking hands reached out for the zip. It stretched up and over the slight bulge of the remains of the puppy fat on the barely out of her teens girl tummy. She was now laid back on the sofa. From the angle that the older woman looked up at them Sam's breasts looked even larger than the 34 DD. Her legs were spread, her blonde hair was tumbling over her bare shoulders. She could see that Sam's eyes were closed. That her mouth was open and that her fingers were gripping the sofa as she eased the zip down as far as it would go. Reaching behind Sam Emma pulled at the waistband of the jeans slowly forcing the tight material downwards. Her heart was pounding as the descent of the jeans exposed the tanned tummy the black panties and the start of the girl's thighs. Sam pushed herself up lifting her bottom to help her lover undress her. Emma slid the trousers down and off and looked at the sight before. Sam had a great tan. "She's also," Emma smiling said to herself, "got great tits and thighs as well" as they both stood and fell into each others arms "Come to bed with me," the older therapist whispered. "Oh yes, yes," the younger one replied. "Let me make love to you Sam." "Please, please do Emma." As Emma started to lead the way to the bedroom she put her mouth very close to Sam's ear. Her arm snaked round the younger woman's waist and her hand fell onto the gorgeous globe of one of the cheeks of Sam's full, rounded and slightly fleshy but hugely adorable bottom. She couldn't stop herself from stroking and softly squeezing the exquisite orb of flesh as she whispered very huskily. "I want to fuck you so much Sam, please say you want me to do that." "Oh God yes Emma I want you to, I want to be fucked by you more than I've ever wanted to be fucked by anyone before." Sam breathed back loving the feeling of the finger that had slipped into the back of her panties and was resting right on where her bum was parted by the two cheeks. Right where her spine ended. Right where she so hoped that later the finger wouldn't stop for Sam had a very sensitive bum. They lay in each others arms on the bed taking their time. There was no need to hurry, nothing was urgent, everything could be languid and relaxed. Well as much as two totally turned on, completely aroused bisexual adventurers could act in a languid and relaxed manner. They gloried in the feelings of being with each other, in the thrill at finding their friend to be so like-minded and at the willingness with which they'd each come to this stage. They revelled in the visual enjoyment provided by the other's wonderful body. The slim, slender and taught litheness of the more mature woman and the fuller, rounder, softer and more malleable fleshiness of the younger one. Both gorgeous, both enormously sexy and both now tingling with the wonderful arousal they'd created in each other. The thrilled to the sensations on their fingertips, hands and now more often lips and tongues as well as they investigated each other's sexually alive and erotically vibrant body. They smiled a lot. They giggled and laughed as they stroked, and caressed, and touched, and kissed, and licked and gently chewed. They talked. About their want for each other, about how beautiful they thought the other was and how they'd both wondered for some time whether "the other would," whether "they were that way inclined" and whether "they would fancy the other." They talked about "offering extras" and the difference between that and this. And as they smiled and talked. As they giggled and gossiped so their hands became more adventurous. So their fingers became more enquiring and so their mouths became more demanding. And as that happened, so Emma reached around the slim back of her young lover. So she unclipped her bra. So she eased the straps off her shoulders. So she watched with greedy eyes as the two cups, after momentarily sticking to their precious cargo, fell away from the two full orbs that stood out so proudly and pert from the young woman's chest. "Oh the joy of being young," Emma thought as her mind momentarily recalled some of the many women for whom she'd provided extras at the salon, particularly in the earlier days just after she'd parted from her husband of twelve years. Then money had been essential for she'd had the devastation of finding out that he'd been gambling heavily and other than the flat there was little left. He was a writer and actor so income had always been sporadic and Emma was sure would certainly be even more so in the future when he and the floosy he'd taken up with moved to her native Croatia. Then, the only way she and her daughter could survive at anywhere near the level they'd been used to, and that included Sara being at a boarding school, was for Emma to increase the number of women to whom she provided extras. In the six or seven years she'd worked as a beauty therapist she'd usually found some women that wanted more and were willing to pay highly for sex with an attractive woman. So after enormous heart searching she'd delivered it. It was very hard at first but Emma's background in the theatre, mainly rep she had to admit, stood her in good stead for she'd been naked on the stage many times and had simulated sex several times. Although sometimes, as her fellow actor's erection grew, it was hardly simulated. Actually cumming of course aided the look and sounds of authenticity called for in the script. As she cupped the gorgeous orbs of her lover's breasts so Emma knew that in years to come they would sag as many of her clients' bosoms had. That as age crept on so Sam would probably put on weight. That after childbirth unless she was very disciplined so her waist would not go back to the lovely 25 or so inches Emma guessed it was now and her small tummy bulge would increase. She tore her mind away from images of Sam in years to come and from the fatter, floppy, almost slimy to the touch bodies of the women she pleasured for money in the past. Bending forward her mouth open she sighed just before her tongue flicked at Sam's left nipple. "Oh God Sam, they are so gorgeous I want to eat them." Sam held Emma round the neck. She threw her head backwards and arched her back pressing the full softness of the mass of her breasts against Emma's face as her nipple and most of the areola as well slid inside the older woman's opened mouth. Things then lost their relaxed manner. Events stopped being languid. The girls no longer took their time. The removal of clothes stopped being discrete, subtle and slow. They tore at each other panties. They ground their mouths together. Hands slid between legs. Thighs opened. They sucked nipples and squeezed breasts. They stroked tits, bums and stomachs. They pressed fingers against nipples, pubic mounds, pussies, bumholes and clits. Fingers stroked the outlines of soaked and bloated lips and slid inside. They used one, two, three and then four on each other. Rigid, strainingly hard, extended fingers plunged deep inside wet, open and so welcoming cunts and like that they fucked each other for most of that long evening. Chapter 4 Teaching and Learning. "Well this is how I do it. Lay on your front." Emma said a short time later. After the most wonderful sex they'd laid naked in each others arms recovering from the multi orgasms they'd both given each other with their fingers. "I chat quite a lot as I massage their calf muscles and shoulders. Ask a few questions, often about their husbands. You'd be surprised how often they tell you things aren't working and that's a good sign." Emma explained pouring oil onto her hands and massaging Sam's feet and lower legs. Emma had left the bed to get a bottle of wine as Sam had raised the topic about extras by asking, "How on earth do you find so many that want them?" The older woman walking back into the bedroom a bottle in one hand two glasses in the other had smiled, "I'll not only tell you Sam, I'll show you as well." Her practised fingers dug into Sam's shoulders relieving the tension and loosening up the muscle and tissue in the area where so many in Britain's damp climate get fibrositis. She took Sam's hand holding it softly. "Holding hands and letting your fingertips glide across the client's palm is a very intimate gesture," she explained as she'd did exactly that to her young lover. "Mmm, yes it is," Sam sighed loving the feeling on her hand. She felt Emma rest her wrist against her hip near to her stomach as she went on, "as is letting them touch you, like this." Emma massaged Sam's lower and upper arms. "See what I mean?" "Yes I do," the younger woman replied. "They don't all do that, naughty," Emma laughed as Sam stroked her along her groin. "Some do though and then you know you're home and dry. It's all about being slightly suggestive and building up the sexual tension. Try something, do something that could be construed as a bit of a come on but nothing too obvious and see if there's a reaction. Like this." Sam felt Emma's hands moving down her back. Looking up she saw that Emma, the masseuse, was standing with her tummy almost touching the top of Sam's head. As she ran her hands downwards along her back so Emma's body moved forward a little and bent over. This caused her tummy to touch the top of Sam's head, her crotch to come into close contact and her breasts under the coat to almost rub on Sam's back. Her hands slid downwards so far they went past the towel that Emma had draped across her bottom to give some authenticity to the massage. Not far but just enough to send a massage. "Wow," Sam sighed. "By now Sam, those that aren't interested at all will be obvious to you. You might have seen some squirm a little, take deeper breaths, close their eyes tightly or start gripping the sides of the bed. You need to look for those signs." "Ok, I see?" Laughing, as she left her hands under the towel resting right on the cheeks of Sam's bum, Emma went on, "and just occasionally someone by now will have gripped your hand, reached out and touched your leg or will have made some remark about extras." Wiggling her, slightly overweight, bottom a little Sam asked as she smiled, "and that's when you grab their bum is it as you're grabbing mine?" "Could be luv or could be that you're still not sure. If that's the case then you start on the upper legs." Naked Emma got off the bed and stood beside it saying, "as you move round the table you can of course leave your hand or just your fingers resting on their bare back. Always a nicely intimate and fairly suggestive gesture." "Mmm it is," Sam murmured as Emma's hands stayed on her bum. "If you want to do extras and if you think the client may be interested this is where you have to turn up the heat," Emma explained. "How though without being too obvious?" "Well you have to create the situation where you become suggestive and a little seductive but keep it to the level where if she doesn't want anything you haven't gone too far and showed your hand." "Yeeeees, I see what you mean but how do you do it?" Sam asked hesitantly "Ok well first I always adjust the towel as I say something like, "woops this has slipped a bit, let me put it back in place." That gives me two opportunities. I can lift it from her bot so she knows I'm looking at that and I give her the chance to say something like don't bother." "You cunning devil," Sam smiled looking up from the bed giving Emma a great flash of her breasts hanging down her nipples just grazing the rumpled bedclothes. "You gotta use all you've got haven't you," Emma laughed back her fingers reaching under Sam and cupping the gorgeous orb of flesh. The young woman wiggled herself against her lover's hand as she said a little hoarsely. "Is that what you do next grab a client's tit? Seems a bit too obvious to me." "Oh shut up don't be daft," Emma replied giving Sam a last squeeze before removing her hand. "No this is what comes next." She added kneeling alongside Sam. Sam felt Emma's hands on her knees gently pulling at them. Easing them apart a little as she said quite softly. "If madam doesn't mind?" just as if she was the therapist and Sam was the client. Then the hands started gliding up the inside of her thigh. Gliding up, stopping then sliding down again. The motion was repetitive, one sweep after another, up and then down, up and down, again and again. It became rhythmical almost hypnotic. And on each upward sweep Sam was aware, as each client that Emma had massaged this way must also have been aware, that the fingers headed straight for her bare pussy just a few inches under the towel. And they would have probably been even more aware that as upward sweep followed upward sweep the hand was going closer and closer to that place of such sensitivity and intimacy for a woman. The more sensual and sexually aware may additionally have noted, as Sam had, that the pressure of the hands was less. That they were now more caressing than massaging. That, particularly as they slid across that remarkably smooth patch of skin right near the top on the inside of the thigh they slowed and lightened their touch. Sam felt all these things, experienced each of these sensations and her body started to respond. Forgetting, almost, that it was Emma demonstrating her technique and not her friend starting to make love to her Sam started to pant a little as every part of her body started to tingle. She had sensations rushing from her thighs to her breasts via her pussy and her clitoris. "I keep going nearer and nearer Sam but never quite touching," Emma whispered leaning over a little. "Closer and closer to where you want my hands, Sam, to where I want to put them and, often by now, to where the client wants them." Her lover's voice brought Sam back to reality. She muttered thickly trying to keep her heightened sexual arousal out of her voice. "How do you know if she does?" "Oh by lots of things." "Such as?" Sam asked her body shuddering as Emma's hands went so near to touching her pussy. "Oh by their voice, it gets a little tight. Their body also tightens Sam, just like this," she said smiling holding the younger woman's thigh muscles that had tightened up. "Ok, I get the message," Sam replied smiling as she realised she was showing both of those signs. "And often you see that she's panting a bit, she may squirm a little, her eyes might be tightly shut or her hands," Emma was continuing as Sam felt her fingers on hers. The older woman continued," they might be tightly gripping the table," as Emma eased the younger woman's tight grip off the sheets. She continued massaging Sam's thighs for a few moments in silence. It really was amongst the most exquisite sensations Sam had experienced. Laying there as good as naked, her body relaxed from the earlier massage but raging from what was happening right at the moment, excited her. Her opened legs and the towel draped across her bottom, that she realised now Emma had folded a little too small so that more of her uppermost thighs were on show than a totally straight massage would have revealed, made her feel open and vulnerable. And of course the hands going nearer and nearer to her most intimate place aroused her to a point where she only wanted one thing. Where her mind focused on just that one thing and where her body screamed out for that one thing. That one thing that the masseuse was so temptingly implying, so discretely suggesting and so provocatively requesting. That one thing of letting her hands overrun and slide to satisfyingly right onto Sam's pussy. Forbidden Massage Again forgetting that this was, in a way, play-acting Sam moaned, she sighed and she grunted. Emma, her entire body alive with sexual arousal, picked up on every one of the signals that Sam was transmitting. But that was her job. That's what a lesbian masseuse had to do. Read the body movements and understand the sounds of her potential client. See the slight squirming, the sharp intakes of breath, the low moans and almost indiscernible grunts. Look and listen and read the body through your fingers. Turn up the heat, apply the sexual pressure, that's what the experienced lesbian masseuse hooker did to see whether her client wanted to be fucked or not. Some did and some didn't. The task for her then was to work which was which. And then to find the right service for those that did. Some wanted the pleasure but didn't want to show it. They were the worst for they usually just laid there and enjoyed themselves without letting the masseuse know. Well they thought they didn't. But usually they didn't let on, although sometimes it was reflected in their tip. Emma had at least four fairly regular clients like that. They didn't say a word. She didn't go far with them, just one or two of the briefest brushing of their lips. No sexual caressing, no finger penetration, no breast touching and no oral sex at all. Just the softest touch of the side of her hand, usually on both lips along the slit between them at the same time. And they hardly reacted. But now Emma knew that they gained something from it. After all they came back each month didn't they? Then there were those who despite her suggestive massage gave absolutely no signs of acceptance at all. And when she resumed the harder more traditional massage they seemed more comfortable. They were there for the massage and that was it so she gave them that. But then there were those that sent out all the signals. The gasps of breath, the head rolling from side to side and the bum sometimes rising from the table. Those that gave little moans and grunts just as she heard Sam give now. Those that squirmed their mons against the table as Sam was doing to seek more sensations. Yes the ones that were turned on and were happy to illustrate that somewhat. Some at that point asked rather nervously and usually very huskily. "Do you do any extras?" But others, the not quite so forward, possibly thinking the therapist might not notice or maybe doing it so they would, opened their legs slightly wider. And there was still another category. Those, who although showing some reactions, needed more encouragement, more confidence really that they were not mistaking the signs. That their bodies were not giving them the wrong signals. That the sexual rage to be touched by another woman was not confusion on their part. That the desire for the gorgeous woman standing over them to go further and touch them and give them some lesbian pleasure was not them misreading what that woman had done to their bodies. That category was the best for Emma. The most enjoyable and the most satisfying and she explained all of that to Sam. You see with those there needs to be a little more persuasion, assurance and care. They've probably never had the feelings before. Never experienced wanting to be touched by another girl. They're open and brave enough to admit to themselves that they want it, but not yet confident enough to ask. "So," Emma whispered huskily as her hand slid softly up Sam's leg, "I lighten my touch. Lighten it," she went on her soft fingertips gliding nearer to her lover's pussy, so that the side of her hand touched the towel, "so that there can be no mistake that it's nothing other than a caress." The feeling as Sam felt the towel move was surprising. It was a shock and at first she thought Emma may have slid it off. She hoped she had slid it off as she realised that was probably exactly what many of the clients Emma had massaged this way would have hoped. "Lighten it and go nearer where I want it to be and where the client by now needs it to be," Emma cooed as Sam couldn't resist raising her tummy a little as her lover's hand almost touched her lips. Almost. Not quite though, for they stopped just millimetres from them. Stopped and stayed there making Sam wonder whether they would then plunge onwards or whether they'd slide away. The waiting, the anticipation and the hope and expectation were excruciating. Emma knew that. She knew exactly what she was doing to Sam and what she did to her clients when she let her hand and fingers dally and softly squeeze so close to the, what she also knew, would be soaked and bloated lips puffed up by the blood she was encouraging to rush there. The side of her hand resting on the towel which would have lifted, she would gaze down and see those lips just as she was looking at her lover's pussy right now. Looking at Sam's vulva and labia she imagined they were pulsating. That they were throbbing for her to touch them, run her hand along them and slide her fingers between them just as she knew for sure that Sam and nearly all the clients she'd taken to this point so wanted. But there's where her real skill and the natural talent she had for this type of massage came in. Slowly, so very, very slowly, knowing full well the strong feeling of disappointment in both her young lover and the many clients it would cause, she moved her hand downwards. "Oh God no," the young blonde said to herself as she felt the pleasure giving, so inviting fingertips start to move away from where she'd so hoped they'd go. "Don't go away, don't do that to me," were the words that ran through her mind just as they had through so many others. Emma was acutely aware that the feelings of frustration this caused simply served to increase the desire, want and need of the near naked woman lying before her. But unlike with the gorgeous, slightly overweight but beautifully proportioned young blonde that she'd just recently fucked and would so she knew so many more times tonight, she couldn't take the risk with her clients. Sure they'd have shown some indications of wanting more and some signs that they were accepting the invitation for sex she was extending and some women would have now asked for more. Some by now would have started to cum and others would have asked her to do something to them whilst a few would have shown no interest. But most would be in between. Half way, still not quite sure, still a little uncertain whether to plunge themselves into the world of using a lesbian hooker. And it was the treatment that she gave to them that Sam now received. Emma's last test, the final hurdle, the ultimate barrier to be overcome. Resting both hands momentarily on Sam's knee she wiggled her fingers a little on the back of it. She pulled gently on the inside of it as if asking Sam to open her legs further. Sam very willingly as so many before had done did exactly as Emma silently asked. And then Sam felt both hands and both sets of fingers sliding slowly and softly up her thigh. Slowly and surely. Carefully and purposefully. The feelings of anticipation this time were immense. The nearer and nearer it got so higher and higher became the expectation, the want, the desire and, by now, in Sam the need as well. The hands were now past mid-thigh. Sam's bottom seemed to be twitching, her legs quivering and her entire body was full of sexual tension as the hands got to within a couple of inches. Her breasts felt so full and heavy. Her nipples had such an ache, her belly, particularly the lower part was on fire and her cunt felt as though it would explode as the hands covered those last few inches of her thighs. But despite Emma usually seeing similar reactions in her clients she almost deviously felt the need for one final check. Instead of plunging between Sam's legs and pushing her fingers into that pink pool of velvet soft, soaked desire she chose the other route. She took the uphill tour the way dominated by soft hillocks. With some regret, for Sam didn't feel Emma's hands on the place she really wanted them but also with excitement when she felt the soft fingers running across the cheek of her bottom, she heard Emma whispering. "Is that ok madam, I don't think we really need this anymore do we? It just seems to be in the way doesn't it?" Sam felt the towel sliding from her body. Unbeknown to her Emma pulled it firmly to make sure that it's movements were clearly felt by her or the woman she was fully exposing to her gaze and touch. Firstly upwards, to around the waist, then sideways, across that and, finally, as noisily as she could, off completely to fall to the floor. In her aroused state Sam may have not been able to think that clearly. She was, however, able to recognise that the question could have a straightforward, non sexual answer. The masseuse may have meant moving it so she could massage the cheeks. Possibly a little way out but in truth they were places where women need beauty treatment for weight does seem very attracted those orbs. The removal of the last vestige of cover from a woman's body is always a delicate time. Whether it be her removing her own knickers before joining her husband in bed, or her lover slipping her panties off as they lay on a sofa it's always a testing time. An exciting moment, one where she feels free and available, possibly very wanted, a little vulnerable and defenceless and usually highly aroused. Women laid on their fronts, their breasts squashed, legs open and bodies inflamed by the hands and tempting fingers of this auburn haired masseuse feel all of these emotions and more as the towel is removed from them. Not totally sure of what will happen next but if she's done her job properly, if she's primed them appropriately and if she's stalked her prey successfully, they'll give some sign. Some signal. Some indication that they wish to accept the invitation that Emma's extended. It might be a deep, deep moan, sometimes it's grabbing Emma's wrist and pushing that between their legs and now and then they turn over, spread their legs and look up at her pleadingly. Not often, but occasionally they do what Sam did. Some, as Sam did, grunted, others, like her, sighed or moaned and a few similar to Sam opened their legs a little more or squirmed themselves on the table. None though had ever said what Sam did then. "Oh Emma please, please, please fuck me." And now there's no need for further tests. Emma can be sure. The worry and concerns have gone. She knows then for certain that the woman wants to be fucked. "Oh yes Sam," Emma whispered sliding one hand between the younger woman's legs. "Yes, my darling, is this what you want?" she asked using words similar to those she'd now used with so many clients as her fingers found the lips that she'd tormented so wonderfully. "Yes Emma it is, it is," Sam moaned feeling the fingers sliding all round exactly where she wanted them to be. But then the extreme arousal, all the build up, anticipation, teasing and expectations boiled over in Sam as they usually did with her clients. "Fuck me, fuck me now Emma. Make me cum, please make me cum," slipped from Sam's mouth as had similar phrases from her clients. Without any further ado, foreplay, messing around or teasing Emma did exactly as her lover asked. Exactly as she would have done had Sam have been a client. Exactly what the situation called for. She shoved three straightened fingers right up Sam's cunt and held them up there rigid as the youngster rode on them. Sam felt such a strong convulsion go through her as the rush of feelings spread from her pussy lips and clitoris right through her entire body. Her mouth opened wide. Her lips were screwed tightly shut and her fingers were gripping the sheet very tightly. She raised herself up so that her tummy was completely off the bed and so that she was almost kneeling her legs spread as wide as they could be. She was panting, gasping and moaning as she positioned her body so that Emma had the easiest access to her and so that her fingers had the deepest penetration as they were pumped in and out of her gaping, throbbing soaked and so sensitive cunt. But then the sensations increased as the expert fingers also found her clit. So, as had now happened so often with her clients, Emma fucked Sam with the fingers of one hand and rubbed and caressed her clit with the other. As she did with clients she toyed with the idea of either using a finger or a tongue on the puckered hole of Sam's anus that seemed like a beacon nestled between the two full and opened cheeks. She didn't though. "Mmmm that's for later," she mused as she made Sam cum and cum and cum. "So that my love," she whispered as she lay alongside Sam and took her into her arms, "is how you tell who wants extras." Chapter 4 Acceptance Although Sam was very curious about the whole thing of offering extras she didn't try the techniques described by Emma. "Sure" she rationalised when she thought about it, which was quite often, "it happened with Soona and her friends but I'm not a hooker, they just happened." She couldn't quite reconcile the typical middle class look and general way of behaving of her friend, and now lover as well, with her selling sex so frequently. Nothing in her behaviour or in the general morality and standards she held suggested she could, in effect, be a prostitute. Her life-style was so far from that and Sam knew nobody could possibly suspect Emma's dark secret. Emma had said when they were in Sam's bed one afternoon. "I usually score at least once a day and mostly twice. So I set myself a target of getting between five hundred and a thousand a week from extras in the salon and I usually get one or two visiting jobs a week." "Fuck me," Sam exploded. "Of course darling, now or later?" Emma laughed leaning over and rubbing Sam's boobs. "Oh shut up," Sam smiled back doing nothing to deter Emma from stroking her breasts as she went on, "That could be a hundred grand a year." "Well not that much but enough," the older woman continued as she leaned forward and licked the youngster's nipple. They'd discussed the moral angle a number of times. Sam had asked how Emma reconciled the sex she sold and that she had with her? How she coped emotionally with being a lesbian hooker and how she felt inside about doing what she did. Although the answers weren't totally convincing Sam more and more came to accept what Emma was doing. "After all Sam, it's only sex. I don't give much of myself emotionally or physically do I?" She said letting her hand run down Sam's voluptuous body after she'd peeled the sheet away to expose it. "I only, normally finger fuck them don't I?" she continued her hand sliding between the now familiar thighs that slid open a little in front of her. "Mmmmm," the blonde sighed as she felt the sensations from her lover's fingers starting again. "But sometimes you kiss and do oral don't you?" Sam asked going on to add, "not now I want to talk," as she pushed Emma's hand away. "This is important." "And so is this," Emma retorted wiggling her fingers back in between Sam's full thighs and running them along her slit, "this is the most important thing in the world to me at the moment darling," she breathed slipping one fingertip slightly inside Sam's lips. Emma put her face close to Sam's and smiling said. "I think I've fallen in love with your cunt Sam." "Oh piss off, " the blonde laughed pushing the naked older woman away. "I'm being serious Em." "So are you seriously thinking of going for it a bit more Sam?" "Yes, I guess I am. I think that now knowing you I can accept it more and could do it for a year or so or until I meet the man of my life." "We all say that Sam, but once you start making the sort of money you can it's hard to stop, unless of course you find some millionaire to marry as I know you could with your looks and body." "So could you Emma, you're beautiful." "Maybe but I'm also a single mum and am fatally flawed by being almost forty." Lying there naked, sipping tea and chatting they talked more about the subject. "I mean Sam really what's the difference between you making love to me and being unfaithful to Charles and getting paid for it? None really is it? Whichever way it is if nobody gets hurt and what the eye doesn't see the mind doesn't grieve over so what's the harm? "I see what you mean Em. But I'm not too sure on your logic there or the analogy with Charles but I get it." "But you said the really big money is from outside stuff. From when you visit and do other things you said." "Yes, er, yes it is," Emma replied a little hesitantly," Sam thought. "So what's the difference other than you go to them instead of them coming to the salon?" Sam thought that Emma seemed embarrassed and it could have been she felt that the older woman even blushed a bit. She certainly brushed over the question and avoided giving a direct answer. But Sam persisted. "Oh come on Em. Don't be daft you can tell me." "Well it,s all a little more way out." "How do you mean, way out?" Emma smiled. "You know ruder," I suppose. "Ruder? What's ruder? What can be than fucking someone? Come on tell me." "Ok well I suppose you'd find out sooner or later." Sam smiled. "Come on, come on tell me. I can't wait now." Emma ran her hand through Sam's hair smiling as she said. "Maybe I should make you wait." "Don't you dare." "OK. Here goes then. Now don't be cross or judgemental. Promise?" "Of course." Sam gushed wondering what the hell it could be. "You see it often involves men as well?" "Wow. How's that then?" "In one of two ways usually," Emma said lightly, fiddling with the bedclothes looking decidedly ill at ease as she opened her heart up to her young lover. "And they are?" "Oh sod it Sam I feel so embarrassed at this." "Don't be luv, I'll understand whatever it is," Sam consoled Emma moving closer and putting her arm round her friend pressing her full breasts against her upper arm. "Ok," Emma started after taking a deep breath, her pert breasts rising and falling very invitingly to Sam who cupped one in her hand. Emma continued blurting her words out very quickly. "One is to make love to the women while her husband or partner looks on." "And the other?" "That's to have sex with him while she looks on." "God. Wow, I mean fucking hell Em. That's er, um that's well incredible." "Actually, as I'm telling you all this, and you'll probably hate me in any case, there's more." "Really? Can there be?" "Yes luv there can be and there is. Sometimes it's all three of us." Chapter 5 Good night Charles It was nothing to do with Emma telling her that she was really a high priced call girl with a reasonably large portfolio of wealthy clients, but they hardly saw each other for the next couple of weeks. Emma had a week off, as it was half term and she tried to spend as much time with her daughter as she could, and Sam had a few dates with Charles, who was becoming increasingly pissed off at the infrequency of seeing her. And him being pissed off wasn't brought about just by not seeing her much but also by the lack of sex with her. Unlike Sam he was totally faithful and men in their late twenties need it far more often than the maximum of once a week he'd been getting recently with his so called girl friend. So Emma being on holiday gave Sam the chance to make things up with Charles, although she was rapidly reaching the conclusion that they weren't made for each other. "I'll treat you tonight," she'd said when he phoned. "Come to the flat at say eight. OK?" In his almost childlike enthusiastic way whenever Sam was kind and friendly to him Charles bubbled that he would be. "What you got planned Sammi?" Forbidden Massage "Wait and see," she replied ringing off. Charles actually was, Sam knew, a bit of a prat. He came from a moneyed family and had been to boarding school and Cambridge. After that he eased himself into a good job in the mergers and acquisitions department of a large investment bank where he was vastly overpaid. He was loud and a bit of a buffoon in many ways but he was generous, kind-hearted, fun to be with, thought the world of Sam and was a surprisingly good fuck. "Oh my God darling. Oh wow, oh fucking hell," he babbled on as he came in through the door of her flat that she'd only half opened. His eyes raked up and down his girl friend's body taking in every detail. The black, patent leather, high heeled shoes. The blonde hair that was half up and half down with long tresses falling down the side of her face and over her eyes. The pale make up that made Sam look a lot younger than her age. The long, dark, seamed, fishnet stockings. The net and lace bra that gave her breasts the slight support their size demanded but hid nothing of their full magnificence. The black silk and lace waspie that pulled her, what she considered to be a disappointingly large, waist in from its twenty eight or so inches to a miniscule twenty three. The suspenders that snaked down her groin and hip to grip the tops of her stockings. And the ridiculously flimsy, lace thong that covered the light covering of pale brown pubic hairs but again hid very little of her for the gusset was too small to even fully cover her lips. "This is what I had planned Charles," she said smiling as she closed the door and leaned back on it raising one high heeled shoe covered foot and resting that on the door behind her. "Like it?" As almost any man would, he loved it. He loved seeing her boobs through the thin lace. The red tips already hard and swollen. The creamy flesh spilling over the crinkled edges of the cups of the bra that was probably more a D than a double D. The deep, inviting cleavage. The swell of the more than half moon shaped masses of flesh above the bra. And the hint of the pinkness of both her areola that the tight, straining garment cut across. He'd hardened almost immediately he'd seen her and staring at her now, as Sam put one hand behind her head, he became fully erect, the bulge prominent and quite obvious inside his jeans. He adored the waspie that covered her in black silk and lace from a few inches beneath her boobs to a few inches above the top of her thong. By pulling her waist in so much it emphasised the features above and beneath that. As Sam had remarked out loud when she'd inspected herself in the mirror just before Charles arrived. "It makes my tits look massive." To Charles' gaze it also made her hips look so voluptuous. They seemed to explode outwards from her waist in such a way that the curve of them would have aroused any man and many women as well. The black of the underwear generally and the waspie in particular contrasted so cunningly wantonly with the cream of her skin that everything about her appearance oozed sex and seemed to be screaming out, "I want to be fucked." And that was exactly what she did want. As Charles watched Sam squirm her, as good as, bare bum against the door, her foot still up behind her the high heels pressing against the wood, one hand now in her hair the other gripping the door handle so he started to undo his shirt. They didn't speak. They simply stared at each other. They'd done similar things before. And now, doing it again, he let his gaze drop lower. He saw the black lace covering the little patch of hair he knew so well. The small patch of skin on her slightly bulging tummy between the top of the thong and the lacy frill along the bottom of the waspie. His eyes then fell onto the tantalisingly erotic and even sexier patch of skin between the thong and her stocking tops. Oh the times as kids he and his mates had thought of and talked about girls' stockingtops. Unaware at that age that few ever wore them. But they didn't know that and every time a woman walked past them they visualised what was under her skirt and that of course included stockings and a suspender belt. It wasn't until he was seventeen and went to a brothel in Amsterdam that he actually touched a pair of stockings and saw a suspender belt up close! "God the stockings make her legs look so long," he thought dropping his shirt on the floor. Sam had thought the same when she'd seen them. That pleased and thrilled her for she always felt her legs were somewhat short and rather heavy on the thighs. In the black, fishnets though they looked lithe and slim and wiry enough to wrap around a man's waist or for him to put them over his shoulders. As Charles ogled his girl friend and lover his hands fumbling at his belt he watched Sam's hands running over her body. As his belt was undone so he saw her hands stroking and cupping her breasts in the see through bra, squeezing the pliant flesh and pinching the clearly hardened nipples. He'd always loved her nipples. Not only were they quite pronounced and the areola fairly large but they were so responsive. It seemed that he only had to touch her or kiss and as if by order they would immediately harden and stand up so they became so deliciously suckable. And they seemed to stay like that all the time they were making love. Now seeing their erectness, watching as Sam, her hair falling over her face, her eyes half closed and her teeth biting her top lip, pulling and pinching them he gave a little moan of expectant pleasure as he pushed his trousers down. He felt good, he felt extra aroused and proud as Sam's eyes clearly focused on the massive bulge in his tight boxers. As one of her hands slithered across the black materials covering her body so he took the waistband of his pants in his hands. As her hand slid onto the front of her panties and he saw her cup her mound so he slid his pants down. He felt so forward and confident as his quite large cock flaunted itself at the young woman. Naked he stood there watching as Sam slipped her hand inside her panties and started stroking herself. For some reason that was completely unknown to her, Sam had always got tremendous excitement out of being dressed when her lover was naked. It somehow seemed ruder and seemed to add an extra dimension to her lovemaking. Maybe it was, as one lover had suggested, a power thing or possibly, as another had said, it was her male side coming out. Whatever caused her to want to have her man naked before her Sam loved it. She shimmied over to where the naked Charlie was standing a little self-consciously in the small hallway. She took his hand and led him to the lounge where she pushed him onto a low chair without arms. She stood over him looking down at his hard on that looked so ravishing and inviting to her. He was very hard and rather well-endowed she thought. He would fill her very full as he always did. And that was a good feeling. A feeling of being stretched and stuffed to the gills. She was wet and knew that he'd slide into her easily despite his size. She moved closer to stand between his parted knees as he let his fingertips slide up and down his rigid rod of flesh. Sam felt sexually confident and erotically adventurous. She wanted to run the show and she wanted to do something different for deep down she had a feeling it might be their last together as boy and girl friend. Maybe not their last as lovers but certainly as an item she thought. Looking Charlie in the eye and reaching upwards she pulled the combs from her hair and shaking her head she made her long hair fall down. It tumbled over her shoulders, its golden blondness in stark contrast to the black of the bra straps over her shoulders. Some of the long strands fell across her face framing her eyes and cheeks. Gazing intently at her lover she slid her hands into the cups of her bra and scooped each orb out. Holding them for a moment as if demonstrating their fullness to him and the delights that lay ahead she pulled on each of her aching nipples. Stretching and straining the pink, hard buds until they were well over an inch long she slowly twirled them round as Charlie looked on intently his hand now grasping his cock. Sam let go of her boobs but left them out of the bra the lacy tops of each cup digging into the soft, fleshy underneath of each orb. Breathing heavily, her breasts wobbling and rearing up and down a little her head slightly rolling from side she lifted one foot and placed it on Charlie's knee. She knew that the gusset of the flimsy thong was not wide enough to completely cover her sex even when she wasn't aroused. In her present highly, sexually charged state she was acutely aware that her lips would be hugely bloated and swollen and thus Charlie would see the thin strip of lace sliding between the two wet, pink, slithers of velvety skin. She was absolutely correct and he moaned. "Oh fucking hell Sam, what are you doing to me?" As his hand started to pump faster and harder on his shaft of straining hardened flesh. This excited her even more. "It's what you're doing to yourself C and what that's doing to me as well," she said as one of her hands slid down and cupped her mons her fingertips confirming the swelling and the wetness between her legs. Her other hand playing with her boobs that were now throbbing with want she rubbed her mound and slid her fingers inside the lacy gusset. She thrust her hips forward and parted her legs a little more as she slid her high heeled covered foot up his leg. Further and further it went until her leg was as good as straight the sole of her shoe pressing against his hip bone, her heel probably quite painfully digging into the soft flesh of his upper thigh. He pressed back and pushed his other knee against Sam's other leg. The feel of the fishnet on his flesh sent him up to new heights of sexual arousal. Charlie was now fully masturbating himself. He knew that Sam liked to watch him do that and he enjoyed doing it in front of her. They'd done it several times usually as a prelude to full sex. And it worked, for if he and Sam had penetrative sex shortly after they met then often she got him so excited that he ejaculated rather quickly. By cumming from his own efforts first he could then shag her for ages, sometimes up to half an hour, without having a climax making her cum three, four and even five times in the process. He'd never met a girl that could have so many multiple orgasms as Sam, but then he hadn't met that many girls really. The sight of her lover masturbating in front of her made her more and more excited. She could also see that he was also going that way. As she played with her breasts, pulled and pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit and lips pushing the lace gusset in and out of her pussy, so she knew that he would shortly cum. She knew from experience that it just needed one further act from her to finish him, one final sexual flourish a last outrageously erotic gesture. "Go on Charlie, go on," she muttered through gritted teeth. "What do you want Sam? What do you want me to do?" He asked playing the game they'd unwittingly developed over the years they'd been lovers. "Cum for me, wank yourself as I play with my tits, wank your big hard cock Charlie." Hearing his often quite demure looking girl friend talking dirty to him and watching her play with her fabulous tits sent him near to cumming. Looking on amazed as with her face screwed up clearly in the throes of the early stages of climax, Sam's beautifully manicured fingernails gripped the lace of the gusset of the thong. He saw the nearly pointed nails pushing into the lace, going through it, tearing it. And then he watched fascinated as, with a deep moan, his girl friend thrust her hips forward, pulled hard on her panties and ripped the material so that it fell away from her crotch to be held up by the elastic around one leg. Such a sight, such an action, such a sheer erotic act sent him near to his orgasm. Sam was already riding on the crest of hers nearly ready to slip over the top and revel in the wonderful sensations that she knew were waiting for her on the other side. They both, though, still needed that one final action. And Sam now prepared herself to provide it. Removing her leg from on Charlie's thigh Sam moved forward a few inches so she was standing between his opened legs. Holding her full tits in her hands she slowly sank to her knees. Her face was just about level with his waist as he sat up straighter fighting desperately to hold back his ejaculation guessing what was going to happen next. "Cum for me Charlie," Sam said. "Cum for me," she went on tilting her head back and holding her breasts up. "Cum for me Charlie, cum with me, cum on me, cum all over me, cum on my face and cum on my tits Charlie." Chapter 6 Getting serious.l "I've already got a test web site" Emma said a few months later when Sam was at her flat one Sunday. During those months Sam had started to tout for extras. She'd used the massage method Emma had taught her to good effect and had now built up a steady clientele. That included Soona and her friends, at least one of whom always seemed to be in London, quite a few who Sam had procured and a number who'd asked her. She'd recently also started visiting some clients at their homes or hotels so really she'd become very involved in this weird world of lesbian prostitution. She'd discussed the moral issues of it with Emma several times. The older woman was quite clear about how she felt. "Sod the moral issue of selling sex. We do it all the time, to occasional lovers, partners and husbands. We provide sex in return for something, a dinner, a thank you for a good night out, for security and for a roof over our heads," she said confidently although Sam wasn't totally sold on the logic. "So why not cut out all the bollocks and do it for cash?" Sam laughed. "I do love the way Em that you can so neatly rationalise everything to suit your purposes." Emma smiled back. "Well it's as true as makes no difference." They chatted along these lines as they lay in Emma's bed after a long and languorous bout of lovemaking that, they'd realised after they'd both climaxed, was the first time they'd had sex together for weeks, "probably a couple of months," Emma had added. It seems to be like that with girls like them. Girls who inhabit that world that society terms as bisexual. Girls who get as much pleasure and excitement from other women as they do from men. Girls who don't play by the established rules and don't obey the social conditioning that's tried to restrict them from their earliest age. Girls who have a different perspective on sex and are willing to trade their favours for money. Yes girls that are lesbian hookers are different and they can take up, leave for a while and then come back to sexual relationships just as they can with normal hobbies. "In any case Sam, I have to have the cash to look after my daughter and there's no other way I can do that in the way I want and have a decent life style is there?" Sam couldn't disagree with that although she wasn't sure it applied to her for her dad was fairly well off, although he didn't believe in spoiling his children by giving them much in the way of financial favours. She'd also thought endlessly about why she did it. Why she went with women for money. Why she'd make full lesbian love to them and not just help them get off. The only partial conclusion she could come up with was the buzz. The excitement, the thrills and to some extent the sexual pleasure although, if she was honest with herself that wasn't a prime reason. The reading on psychology she'd done during her time at uni suggested that she also yearned for the feelings of power and the reinforcement that others desired her and found her attractive. But in the main it was simply the buzz and, of course, the money that prompted her to do it. "Let's have a look then, you've got it on your laptop?" Sam asked. "Yes, come on," Emma replied getting out of bed and walking into her lounge totally naked. "Make a cup of tea Sam while I crank it up." Sam heard the familiar Microsoft tune from in the kitchen as she was pouring the tea into two mugs. Also naked she carried them to where her lover was tapping on the keyboard. Standing there as Emma accessed a number of files and fiddled around with some folders. "I put passwords on the folders and hide them," she explained laughing as she went on, "the bloody trouble is I forget the folders and passwords." Sam rested her hand on the older woman's bare shoulder and was glancing down at her pink tipped, small breasts that just a few moments ago she'd been sucking when suddenly the screen was filled with a logo. That faded away and some words came up slowly. The screen and the words were in shades of pink and purple and looked warm and mellow. Intimate Moments Sam read as it moved across the small screen fading away, revolving and then floating to centre screen to then only slide away again. It was almost subliminal and slightly hypnotic watching those word float around the screen she felt. Then other words joined in. Women and 4. Other words floated on and off the screen. By and bi. They didn't form sentences or make that much sense for a while but slowly they started giving off a message. It was obviously something about bi women she worked out just before the words stopped moving and formed Intimate Moments by Women 4 Women And then that would start to fade to be replaced by Intimate Moments 4 Women By Women And then the by would change to bi and finally the screen was filled with Intimate Moments 4 Bi women Further screens contained more information and photos of good looking women dressed in tunics similar to those they wore in the salon. Similar, but tighter, skimpier and more transparent. Shorter so that more leg was on show and with more buttons undone so that more cleavage was exposed. The copy gave broad information on how, by just an e-mail or a phone call, bi women or those that so far were merely curious could find out more. Could discuss this with qualified counsellors and could if they wished book an appointment. "Who did all this?" Sam asked leaning forward so that one of her full breasts rested on Emma's shoulder. "Oh the husband of a very old friend. She actually gave me the idea of including husbands." "How was that then?" "It was a few years ago just after I'd broken up with Rob. I was staying with them at their cottage in Norfolk and Carey sort of offered Mike to me. She knew I was very frustrated." "Wow so she lent you her husband." "Yes." "And he had you " "Yes but with one proviso, that she had to be in the room. Carey explained that they sometimes did, as she put it, swing but never without the other present." "What was it like?" Sam gushed finding what Emma was telling her surprisingly exciting. "Well actually it was quite incredible. I'd always had a soft spot for Mike but had put that to one side as he was one of my best friend's partner. But when she said I could have him I wasn't at all displeased really. I badly needed sex but just didn't feel capable of having an affair at that time." "This before you became a therapist then?" "Oh yes I didn't start that until after the divorce." "How did shagging your friend's husband give you the idea of including husbands in your visiting services Em?" "Well it turned out, although I had no inkling of it that Carey also liked girls as we do." "Blimey, so you had both of them?" "Actually luv," Emma smiled reaching up and idly stroking her young lover's breasts, "it was more them having me." "How do you mean." "Well Carey's bi and before meeting Mike had a few affairs. They're both quite open minded and like to experiment but only wish to do that with the other present. So that's where I came in."