24 comments/ 52822 views/ 43 favorites High Heels, Red Lipstick By: HeyAll Dominance is about being confident. *** Jill was a woman who craved to submit. Not in an obscene way. She hated pain. She never wanted to be spanked. She especially didn't want her hair getting pulled. What she wanted was simplicity. Do this. Do that. Good girl. It was a craving she had, but it was more of a fantasy. Dom's are everywhere. They're not hard to find. Jill could have easily found one, but the idea of actually doing it in real life was ludicrous for the career business woman. She traveled a lot for her work. She loved traveling. It was easy because she was a single woman. Each destination was a new adventure. Each business transaction was a new challenge. She loved challenging herself. It pleased her to make her bosses at the company happy. Someday, she figured, good things will happen. *** Room 5202 That was Jill's room. It was her second night in Los Angeles. Three more to go. She was still wearing her casual business outfit after having a dinner meeting with clients. She looked through the window and just stared. LA was beautiful. Bright lights. Lively atmosphere. Youthful energy. There was a knock on the door. She wasn't expecting anyone. Jill looked through the peephole and saw a woman standing there. She opened the door. The woman was a striking beauty. Amazingly attractive. Those lips. The woman wore a bold red lipstick which contrasted her fair skin and long raven black hair. She wore a sleek dress which showcased her tall & toned figure. The look was almost hypnotic. She carried a briefcase and a small purse. "May I help you?" Jill asked. "I'm Candice." "Oh, well, nice to meet you Candice. Is there anything I can do for you?" "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked with a sultry voice. "I'm sorry?" "This is room 5202, correct?" "Do you work for the hotel?" Jill asked. "No. I was told that a woman in this room requested my services. You seem to fit the general description of our usual clientele." Jill was genuinely confused. "What description is that?" "A career woman with a busy lifestyle, looking for an escape in her hotel room." Jill was stunned by the gorgeous woman's borderline sexual innuendo. "I can assure you that I haven't asked anyone to come to my room." "There's no need to be shy about what you want," Candice replied. "We're both adults here." "I'm sorry. There must be some sort of miscommunication. Who exactly do you work for?" Candice reached inside her purse and handed Jill a business card. The card was simple and plain. There was contact information and a company name with a logo: High Heels, Red Lipstick: Servicing women for over 20 years "What is this?" Jill asked incredulously. "What do you think it is?" "I think there's been a mistake somewhere. I've never called this number. I've never even heard of this business. You must have been given the wrong hotel information." Both women confirmed the name of the hotel along with the room number. It was the right location but Jill firmly denied making the call. "My apologies for interrupting you," Candice said. "Have a good evening." Candice turned to walk away and Jill's eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the woman's high heels. "Wait," Jill said. "It's probably none of my business, but what services do you provide? Are you a saleswoman?" "Not exactly." "Then what were you expecting to do here?" Candice raised an eyebrow. "I provide pleasure to successful women like yourself. But apparently there's been a mistake. Unless you want to reconsider?" "Pleasure? Like a massage? Or a manicure? Is that what the briefcase is for?" Candice flashed a faint smile. "A massage? Sure. But only for specific body parts. As for the briefcase, I don't think you want to know." There was an awkward moment between the two women. "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for," Jill said. "You too," Candice replied suggestively. "What's that supposed to mean?" Candice eyed the business women's body. "I think you know what I mean. I meet so many women on a regular basis that I can practically judge them at first glance." "And you're judging me too?" "I judge every woman I meet. Let me guess, you're single. Your job is the center of your universe. You travel from city to city whenever your boss commands, and you do it, kind of like a puppy. And you haven't been laid in forever. I figure that you're someone who reads erotic stories. You're a woman who loves to fantasize because your everyday life is so mundane." Jill gave a slight huff. "Have a good night, miss." "Was I wrong in my assessment?" "I've had a long day. I need to get to bed." "I understand. Sorry to bother you." Candice walked down the hall towards the elevator. Jill watched the woman leave and she couldn't help but feel bad. Getting sexually propositioned during a business trip was something Jill had become accustomed to. She was almost immune to it. But the propositions always came from men, whether it be sleazy men, or business men in suits. Never from a woman. Jill stood in front of the window again. She was still holding the business card. High Heels, Red Lipstick. The card was plain white and there was a faint lipstick mark which made it look like it had been kissed. It was the first time Jill had ever heard of a lesbian service. She returned her gaze to the outside street. Her room wasn't very high and she saw the people below. She looked down and noticed Candice standing on the street. Candice was typing on her phone. There was an intrigue in Jill's mind. She wondered about Candice. She wondered exactly what type of business Candice was involved in. Candice seemed like an interesting person, and Jill had nothing better to do that evening. She grabbed the hotel keycard, put on her shoes, and she rushed to the elevator. The elevator came quickly but the ride down was slow. When the door finally opened, Jill walked quickly to the outside of the hotel and approached Candice, who was still texting. "You again?" Candice asked, turning her attention towards Jill. Jill took a second to catch her breath. "Yeah, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I felt bad for turning you away." "Everything is fine." "Were you able to sort everything out?" "I did," Candice replied. "Apparently, I went to the right place. Someone hired me on your behalf. It's somewhat common. I was supposed to be your gift, but you declined." Jill looked around to make sure no one heard the embarrassing conversation. "Are you sure it wasn't a prank?" Jill asked. "Our clientele is strict and exclusive. Someone hired me for a reason. But you weren't interested." "So where are you going now?" "Home." Jill stood awkwardly and mustered her courage. "Feel like joining me for a cup of coffee?" It was another awkward moment and Candice raised her eyebrow suggestively. "Sure, why not?" *** They sat in the cafe area of the nice hotel. Other people were there. Business people mostly. Jill and Candice drank their coffee. Candice was relaxed and calm, full of confidence, which Jill admired. "What exactly do you do?" Jill asked. "I know you've told me, but I still can't wrap my mind around it." "I help women achieve the pleasures they desire." "Like what?" Candice took a casual sip of her drink. "Are you familiar with the concepts of dominance & submission? Bondage & discipline?" "Vaguely." "Well, when you figure it out, that's what I specialize in." "Pardon my ignorance," Jill said. "But are you some sort of escort? You've mentioned that you were hired, and that, you do those things." Candice pondered for a moment. "I don't like labels. I don't consider myself an escort, and I'm certainly not a whore. I don't do this for the money. I already have a well paying day job." "What's your day job?" "You wouldn't believe me. But it's a respectable white collar job. My night job is my real passion. I work for High Heels, Red Lipstick because it's a classy & elegant business. Everything is professional. Everything is carefully vetted." "That's why you carry a suitcase, right?" Jill playfully replied. Candice smiled, "Precisely." "What's inside the suitcase anyway? I hope I'm not being too nosey. I'm just curious." "Promise you won't make a scene if I show you?" "Of course." Candice placed the suitcase on the table and opened it slightly, just so Jill could have a peek inside. There was an assortment of things- adult things. Blindfolds, clamps, vibrating objects, and cuffs. "My gosh," Jill gasped. Candice closed the suitcase. "Now you know exactly what I do." "I guess so." "Why did you invite me to have coffee?" Candice asked. "Why did you even come down the stairs to look for me?" Jill thought for a moment. "I don't know. I acted on impulse. I wanted to see if everything was okay." "Do you find me attractive?" "Let's not go there." "Why not?" Candice asked. "I'm not looking for anything like that." "So you're just looking for someone to have coffee with?" "Yes," Jill replied sharply. Candice took another sip of the coffee. She opened her purse and wrote something on a business card. She pushed the card towards Jill, leaving it on the table. "There's my personal phone number. Give me a call if you're feeling adventurous." With that said, Candice stood and walked away. Her heels made loud noises on the floor. *** Jill's favorite ice cream was vanilla with chocolate swirls in it. She loved the contrast of flavors. She treated herself to a scoop of ice cream after another day of work. It was a simple indulgence. But the real indulgence on her mind was meeting with Candice again. There was a magnetic quality to Candice which Jill couldn't shake out of her head. Two nights left for the Los Angeles trip. After that, she had no idea when she would return. Candice remained on her mind. So was Candice's side business, whatever it was. Jill still wasn't exactly sure what Candice did. With nothing to lose, Jill reached for her cell phone and gave Candice a call. It was around 7 pm. The phone rang a few times before there was an answer. "Hello." "Candice. Hi. It's Jill. We met yesterday night." "I remember." "Hi," Jill said awkwardly. "Did you just call to say hi? You must have a lot of free time." "Let's start again," Jill said clumsily. "I called because I'll be here for two more days. I was hoping we could meet again." "Why?" Jill sighed. "I'm sorry. This was a bad idea. Have a good night." "Are you curious?" Candice asked before Jill could hang up. "About what?" "You tell me. You're the one who called. Are you curious about the lifestyle? Or maybe you're curious about women." "I've never been with a woman," Jill replied. "And I've never experienced the whole submission thing." "A fantasy?" "Kind of." "Now we're getting somewhere," Candice said with a slight playfulness. "Go on. Tell me more. You're not as boring as yesterday." Jill thought for a moment. "Well, your lifestyle intrigues me. Not all of it though. I've never been into anything rough or degrading. But there are aspects which I find appealing." "You strike me as a woman who wants to be treated gently. Played with in a loving way. Kind of like a kitten. Except you also want to be disciplined if needed." "Something like that." "Are you looking to set an appointment with me?" "No," Jill replied instantly, almost in a snapping way. "It's a fantasy. Nothing more. I don't think I would enjoy it in real life." "You're in the city for two more days right? Are you busy tonight?" "No." "I'll come visit you in an hour. Room 5202." "What for?" Jill asked. "You'll see." Candice hung up the phone, and Jill was left wondering whether the phone call was a mistake or not. *** The hour couldn't have passed any slower. Jill was used to nerves. She was used to waiting and being in the midst of important negotiations. She thrived on it. In was fun for her, in an intellectually stimulating way. But this was different. It was almost the same feeling she had when she lost her virginity. Butterflies in her stomach. Nervous energy. Deep breaths. Butterflies. Nerves. Breaths. Repeat. There was a knock on her door. She opened it. To Jill's surprise, Candice was dressed in a fairly plain appearance, without the bold red lipstick or high heels. Instead, Candice wore blue jeans and a loose white tshirt. Candice held a shoe box in her hands along with a small black handbag. "Please, come in," Jill said. Candice entered the hotel room. Her eyes surveyed the room and she noted that Jill kept everything in neat order. Jill closed the door and stood awkwardly- stiff as a board. "Can I get you something to drink?" Jill asked. "I'm fine," Candice replied. "I didn't come here for a drink." Jill gulped. "Then why did you come here?" "This is for you. A present." Candice handed Jill the shoe box and the small handbag. Jill respectfully took the items and placed them on the bed. She opened the box to reveal a pair of sexy high heels. She picked up one of the heels and looked at it with an admiring gaze. "Thank you," Jill said. "I certainly wasn't expecting a gift." "Those heels are new. Designer brand from Italy. They've been sitting in my closet for the past month. They're worth over $400 dollars." "Oh, my, I can't accept this. It's too much." "Then why don't we make a trade?" Candice asked. "An honest fair trade. That way, you won't feel bad anymore." "What kind of trade?" "First, open the bag." Jill opened the light handbag. Inside was a bold red lipstick. The kind that Candice had worn the day before. "Why are you giving this to me?" "Because I saw you admiring my lips yesterday. And my heels." "What do you want in exchange?" Jill asked. "They're free. But if you feel bad for taking expensive gifts, then I'd love to watch you wear them. The heels and the lipstick. Then we're even." Jill was caught off guard. "I don't understand. How would that be an exchange? What do you get out of it?" "It would make me happy to see you wear them. That's all." "Why?" "Because it excites me," Candice replied staunchly. "I love the idea of a straight laced business woman exploring her secret side. That's why I'm a domme." There was an undeniable tension in the room. Jill stood there like a deer in headlights. Her eyes were open wide as she held the high heel and lipstick in her hands. "I'll have to think about it." "You won't be in L.A. for very long. So why think? Just do it. It'll be fun." "Fine," Jill replied after some thought. "Why not? These heels are beautiful. And you were right, I was admiring your lipstick yesterday." Candice winked. "Then let's get started." The two women smiled at each other. It was a nervous smile from Jill, and a confident smile from Candice. Jill put the heel down on the bed and went to the mirror. She opened the top of the lipstick. She knew it wasn't new. It was used. It was a strangely erotic thought knowing that she would be wearing lipstick already used by Candice. "Mind if I do the honors?" Candice asked. "If you'd like." Jill handed Candice the red lipstick. Candice then stood in front of Jill with the lipstick and prepared to apply it. "Hold still," Candice said. "You have very pretty lips. There's a lot that can be done with your appearance." Candice steadily applied the lipstick, and before long, Jill's lips had a beautiful coating of the cosmetic product. When it was done, Jill turned to the mirror for a look. The lipstick gave her face a different complexion. She didn't look as plain. She looked more exotic. "What do you think?" Candice asked with a faint smile. "This brings back a lot of memories," Jill said. "You know, playing with make-up. I used to do that with my sisters growing up." "But now you look like a real woman." Jill puckered her lips in the mirror. She couldn't believe the difference the lipstick had made to her appearance. "It's a lovely shade of red," Jill said. "I knew you'd like it. It matches your skin tone and hair color. Try wearing it next time you're doing business. See what happens." Jill shook her head in a shy manner. "Oh no, I couldn't. I don't use much cosmetic products when I'm working. I don't want to give the wrong impression." "Of what? A sexually aggressive woman?" Candice asked with an eyebrow raised. "Something like that. I've always been afraid that I won't be taken seriously." "That's where we differ," Candice replied. "When I'm at work for my day job, I dress almost like you. Casual business wear. But I'm not afraid to highlights my best features. Try it and see what happens." "Care to tell me?" "Men treat me a lot nicer. They all want to fuck me. Women too sometimes. You'd be surprised to learn how many bi-curious and lesbian women there are in the corporate world." "I'm sure there are many," Jill replied uncomfortably. "I know there are. I know it for a fact. For my night job, most of my clientele are business women. Everything from bankers to managers to board of directors. I've even had a female CEO." "What was that like?" "Unique," Candice replied. "She has the most beautiful home. I later met her during my day job, by sheer coincidence. She looked mortified when I walked into her office. The poor lady could barely look me in the eyes. But in the end, it worked out okay. She agreed to a nice deal for me, and I made a lot of money from it. I still see her sometimes." "Forgive my ignorance, but what exactly do you do? I'm only vaguely familiar with the term domme, just from what I see on tv." Candice smiled, "Being a domme is about authority. Sexual authority. Mental authority. I tell women what to do. And they do it. I'm almost like a personal fitness trainer. If a client wants to get in shape, I tell them 'xyz,' and they do it to get the results they want. But my world is sex. A submissive client wants pleasure, and I give it to them by telling them what to do, and how to do it." "Oh," Jill gasped. "You see, many businesswomen, like yourself, live very stressful lives. Lives in which they make important decisions everyday. I provide an escape for that. An escape from everything. I show up with my high heels & red lipstick. Then we do whatever I'm in the mood for. Usually it involves the other woman licking my pussy until I receive a nice sparkling orgasm." Jill's heartbeat rose. "That sounds like a provocative line of work." "It is. I love it. So do my submissive clients." "I'm sure." "Anyway, enough about me," Candice replied. "Let's get back to you. Why don't you try on those heels now? I'm dying to see how they look on you." "Okay." Jill bent down to remove the pantyhose from her calves and feet. Then she reached for the high-heels which sat on her bed. "That's it?" Candice asked. "What do you mean?" "Those heels are the official brand of High Heels, Red Lipstick. And the official way of wearing the heels & lipstick is to be naked." Jill was stunned. "What?" "That's how it works behind closed doors," Candice replied. "High heels, red lipstick, nothing else. That's what makes our brand so sexy." "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I had to get naked. I can't." Candice nodded. "That's perfectly understandable. I should have made myself more clear from the start." "Wait," Jill said, thinking for a moment. "I'll do it." Candice arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You don't have to." "I want to. It's only fair, right?" "Right. Take your time. I enjoy watching women undress." High Heels, Red Lipstick Jill took a deep breath. "I don't have a problem with other women seeing me naked. It's just like going to the doctor or being in a locker room." "Think of it however you want." After another deep breath, Jill worked to remove her top and unbutton her blouse. Everything was neatly placed on the bed. Signs of nervousness were all over her face and body language. She stood in her bra and office skirt. Next came the skirt, which was neatly removed, folded, and placed on the bed. She stood in her bra & panties. Everything about her body was beautiful. She stood up straight and hesitated. "Next?" Candice asked suggestively. Jill responded by taking another deep breath and reaching back to unclasp her bra. Unlike her other clothes, she simply allowed the bra to fall to the floor, leaving her topless before another woman. Her breasts were perky, small, and her little brown nipples immediately hardened. She reached down and removed her panties, kicking it away. Her trimmed pubic hairs were on display. She was completely naked and she fought every urge in her body to cover up. "Very pretty," Candice nodded. "Much nicer than I expected. Now, here are your new heels. My gift to you." Candice took the heels and bent down on the floor. She slipped each high heel onto Jill's feet, leaving Jill naked except for the high heels & red lipstick. When it was done, Candice took a few step back and feasted her eyes, enjoying what she was seeing "See, that wasn't so bad," Candice smiled. "Now stand in front of the mirror and have a look." Jill looked in the mirror. The demure straight-laced businesswoman was gone. The hard earned reputation of being a devout career woman was temporarily displaced. Jill could barely recognize her reflection, naked, with sultry high heels and bold red lipstick. "I like it," Jill said after some thought. Candice stood directly behind Jill and looked at her in the mirror. "You're gorgeous. This is exactly what I wanted to see. And I love seeing women fulfill their sexual fantasies. Life is too short to be repressed." "Thank you." "You don't have to thank me for anything," Candice replied. "What happens now?" "What do you want to happen?" Jill paused, looking at her naked reflection. "I'm not sure." "Then how about I teach you some things?" "I appreciate all of this. I really do. But I'm not interested in hiring you as a client, or whatever it's called." "I wasn't suggesting that," Candice replied with a sly confidence. "Well, not exactly. But I would love to show you the ropes. I could show you how things work. And you can have a glimpse of the lifestyle." "Why would you do that?" "I love seeing your expressions. You have a curious innocence that I find to be arousing. So why not? You won't be in town for much longer. You could take this experience with you. It'll be something you'll never forget." Jill pondered for a brief moment, becoming completely oblivious and comfortable with her own nudity. "What will I have to do?" "Anything you want. Or nothing at all. It's your choice. You can either watch or participate. Whatever you choose, I expect you to be naked at all times, wearing the high heels and lipstick. It's part of the process." Jill pondered again. "I've always been intrigued about the submissive end of things. Nothing obscene though. Nothing crude." "Do I look like a woman who's crude and obscene?" Candice asked, eyebrow arched. "No. No, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean you." "I'm only teasing," Candice smiled. "Here's how things would work: I have an appointment with a submissive tomorrow at 8 pm. You can come watch, as long as you're naked. Or you can join. You can help me be a domme. Or you can experience the bottom end of things." "I'll do it," Jill blurted out. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? You can be honest with me." "I trust you." "I'll text you the address tomorrow evening. Be there at 8. Wear a nice dress. Then remove it after you get inside. Oh, and your pussy needs to be shaved. Understood?" "I understand," Jill nodded nervously. "Enjoy the rest of your night. You look ravishing." Candice smiled and rubbed Jill's shoulder before giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she left. There was a slightly bewildered look on Jill's face as she stood naked in her hotel room. She remained naked, in the high heels, even after Candice left. She stood by the window, pushing the curtains aside, and watched Candice leave the hotel. Jill saw her naked reflection on the window and it excited her. *** Jill was no stranger to performance art. In high school, she auditioned for as many stage plays as she could. Sometimes she got the lead role, sometimes not. In college, she was a part of the university's theater. Her friends and family constantly told her what a good job she did. Jill felt she did okay. For a while, she considered pursuing being a stage actress as a career, or maybe pursuing smaller roles on television. Those dreams came to an end during a sold out stage performance where Jill experienced a horrible case of stage fright in front of the large audience. Since then, she stuck with her pursuit of a business degree. Jill stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room. She was naked except for the high heels and red lipstick. Her hair was nicely done and she applied ample make-up on her face. She struck a model pose, then another, then another. It reminded her of her past as an amateur stage actress. It brought back fun memories of dressing up for a part, the nerves, and the excitement. She had always considered herself to be a fairly attractive woman, but when she looked in front of the mirror to see her naked reflection, she felt sexy. It was a nice feeling for her. There was a new black dress laying on her bed. She bought it earlier that day. She slipped it on; thin straps on her shoulder with her arms and lower legs on full display. A cab had already been arranged to pick her up. She reviewed the text messages from Candice. One of the text messages was a home address. The rest were a series of text messages: - Play with it first - Rub it lovingly - Kiss it - Stroke it with your tongue - Up & Down - Put your tongue inside - Don't be afraid - Repeat Jill continuously read the series of messages. It was obvious what it signified. And she was open to actually doing it for the very first time. She read the text messages so many times it had become a mantra in her head. Play with it first. Rub it lovingly. Kiss it. Stroke it with your tongue. Up & Down. Put your tongue inside. Don't be afraid. Repeat She repeated the mantra in her mind until the cab arrived. Heads turned when Jill went to the lobby in her black dress, red lipstick, and high heels. It was clear to everyone that she wasn't wearing a bra. Jill blushed after seeing so many faces lusting after her. All she could do was rush to the safety of the cab. *** Jill's favorite childhood memory was going to the amusement park. She was raised by a single mother for much of her youth. Most of the time they didn't have a lot of money. But Jill's mother made an effort to save and take her to the amusement park once a year. The first time was a vivid experience. Jill still remembered the feeling of being on a roller coaster in exact detail. She was afraid of the big & scary rides. So her mother took her to the smaller rides. There was always a nervous feeling in the pit of Jill's stomach. A scary but exciting feeling. When the rides would start, that feeling turned into an adrenaline rush. Each passing year, Jill's mother would take her again. And they would go on the bigger & scarier rides. Jill was always nervous and scared. Each time, those nerves turned into a giant shot of adrenaline and excitement once the ride started. Jill felt those same feelings in the cab. She was venturing into the sexual unknown. There was a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she was waiting for that feeling to become an adrenaline rush. The cab arrived at the address. It was a large beautiful home in the rich side of town. Jill tipped the cab driver an extra $40 dollars. For some reason, she felt that being generous towards the driver would help comfort her in a strange way. After the cab left, she slowly & nervously made her way to the front door. She saw that the door was slightly open, just for her. She gave a gentle push and the door opened. The lights were on inside of the house. There were also candle lights. "Hello?" Jill called out sheepishly. "Right on time," Candice replied from the kitchen. "Come in. And be sure to close the door." Jill closed the door. She meekly walked inside the house towards the kitchen. Her heels made loud noises on the solid floor. When she looked around the corner and peeked into the kitchen, her jaw nearly dropped. Candice was completely naked. Her raven dark hair was free. Bold red lipstick contrasted her fair skin. Her breasts were round and protruding, with faint pink nipples and soft areolas. The domme was busy pouring three glasses of expensive champagne and preparing a bowl of sliced strawberries. Candice looked up and smiled, "I'm so glad you could make it." There was a carefree look on the domme's face. It was like there was nothing remotely strange about the situation, and nothing unusual about her nudity. "I'm glad to be here," Jill awkwardly replied. "You're breaking the rules already." "I am?" "Your dress." Jill suddenly felt a shock as she remembered the rules. "Oh, right. Sorry." Jill slid the thin straps from her shoulders and allowed the new dress to fall to her ankles. She picked up the dress, folded it neatly, and placed it on the kitchen counter. To her surprise, she didn't feel any shame or embarrassment being naked in front of Candice. The nudity felt casual. Both women felt comfortable being exposed to each other. "That's better," Candice nodded. "God, you look exquisite." "So do you." "Thank you," Candice replied. "Have you decided what you wanted to do today?" "I was hoping to take things slow. But I want to watch. I want to see what you do. I'm interested in the whole process." "Have you read my texts?" Jill nodded. "All of them. I can't get them out of my head." "That's a good thing. Hopefully we can find out if you're any good later." "Maybe," Jill replied shyly. "Well, everything is ready. Shall we begin?" "Yes, please." "Wonderful. Once we get to the bedroom, just relax and observe. You have much to learn. Now follow me." Candice took the tray with the fruits and champagne, and she headed up the stairs. Jill followed. Both women wore expensive high heels which made loud noises on the wooden floor. Jill couldn't help but notice that the house was fancy and elegant. The owner was obviously a rich and stylish person. The other thing Jill noticed was Candice's beautiful round ass while Candice walked up the stairs. Each butt cheek clenched and curved going up the stairs. On the second floor, the lights were on, and there were candle lights coming from the bedroom. The moment they reached the bedroom, Jill received another shock. There was a naked woman in the room. Blindfolded. There was a leather collar around her neck with the letters S-L-A-V-E on it. She was an older woman. Early 50's. Sagging breasts and a thick bush. What made the sight so shocking was that even though the woman was blindfolded, Jill still recognized the woman by her facial features and short hair. It was Nancy. The business woman that Jill had been interacting with in the past few days. Nancy must have been the person who hired Candice to come to her hotel room. Candice placed the tray on a table. Then she handed a glass to Jill. Then she brought another glass to blindfolded Nancy. "Have a drink," Candice said, gently pouring the drink into Nancy's mouth. Jill stood frozen, drink in hand, as she watched the two naked women together. The two naked women kissed passionately, and Jill remained frozen. The nervous feeling was still in the pit of her stomach. "That was lovely," Candice said to Nancy. "Our visitor is here. Jill would like to watch. Maybe if she's brave enough, she'll join." "Yes Mistress," Nancy replied. "Good girl." Candice put the drink back on the table. Jill did the same. Her stomach felt too nervous to consume anything. Candice picked up the bowl of sliced strawberries and sat down on the edge of the bed. She took two of the slices and rubbed it between her legs. "It's time for dinner," Candice said to Nancy. "On your knees. Crawl to me like a good little kitten." Jill watched in surprise as the strong business woman Nancy got down on her knees, blindfolded and collared, and crawled to Candice. "Good girl," Candice said, once Nancy had reached her destination. "I've prepared a special flavor for you. Do you like strawberries?" "I love strawberries, Mistress. I love everything you do to me." "Then you'll be pleased with your dinner. You may begin." Jill watched in lust as Nancy, the no-nonsense business woman, bent her head down and began to eat the pussy of a beautiful domme. It was a jarring sight. The contrast of a powerful middle aged business woman eating a strawberry flavored pussy made Jill instantly wet. It was painfully clear that Nancy had tons of experience eating pussy. She dove right in and worked her lips and mouth, while her hands rested on the domme's toned thighs. Jill became hypnotized by the intense lesbian encounter. There was a brief break in the oral action when Candice fed Nancy some of the sliced strawberries from the bowl. After chewing, Nancy gleefully went back to work eating the pussy. What snapped Jill out of the trance was when Candice turned to look at her with a smile and wink. "Are you ready to join?" Candice asked. "Or do you just want to stand there watching like a good voyeur?" "I...I'm fine standing here. I just want to watch." "Nonsense. Touch yourself between the legs and show me your fingers." Jill slowly reached down and touched the outside of her shaved pussy, then she raised her hand to show the domme. Her fingers were glistening wet. "Oh my," Candice said. "Some voyeur you are. Which part is making you wet? Seeing Nancy naked for the first time? Or seeing Nancy eat my pussy? Or am I the one that makes you wet?" "All of the above." Candice laughed while her pussy was still being eaten. "Great answer. You're a clever woman. No wonder Nancy likes you so much." "I think I should be going. Thank you for the nice evening." "You're free to do whatever you want," Candice replied. "But I'm offering you an experience. It's your choice. I never force anyone to do anything. I always keep things consensual." Candice tapped Nancy on the head and told her to move aside to make room for another person. Candice then spread her legs wide in Jill's direction. The pussy was a bright shade of pink, with a thin brown labia, and it was remarkably shiny from Nancy's saliva. "It's starting to get cold down there," Candice said to Jill. "Do you want to warm it up for me? It's your choice." It was a rare opportunity to serve a beautiful and caring domme. Jill slowly made her way towards the sexy domme. "On your knees," Candice said. "We should always do things properly." Jill obeyed. She got down on her knees and crawled towards the inviting pussy, the same way that Nancy did. She crawled and the pussy became closer and closer to her face. The more she crawled, the closer the pussy became. It glistened. She saw every line and shape in detail. She loved the colors. It was gorgeous, she thought. She stopped crawling when the pussy was mere inches from her face, and blindfolded Nancy was right next to her. "Do you remember the instructions?" Candice asked. "Yes, I do." "Then get to work." Jill took a deep breath as she continued staring at the vagina. The mantra had already been ingrained into her mind. Play with it first. Rub it lovingly. Kiss it. Stroke it with your tongue. Up & Down. Put your tongue inside. Don't be afraid. Repeat The mantra repeated itself over and over as she stared mesmerized at the pussy. Play with it first. Rub it lovingly. Kiss it. Stroke it with your tongue. Up & Down. Put your tongue inside. Don't be afraid. Repeat Jill broke her trance and used both hands to touch the outside of Candice's pussy with her fingers. The first thing she felt was the warm wetness of Nancy's saliva. Jill's fingers rubbed up & down the soft labia, feeling every line and curve of the woman's sex. It was a loving rub, just as she was instructed to give. She kissed it. Just as she was instructed to do. It was a loving kiss. The kind she would give to a family member or a best friend she hadn't seen in a while. Except the kiss was placed on a woman's labia. Not just any woman, but Candice, a beautiful and sexy domme. She stroked the outside labia & clitoris with her tongue. Just as she was instructed to do. She used her tongue to stroke the pussy, the same way a painter would stroke his brush on a wall. She didn't mind tasting Nancy's saliva. It only made Jill more aroused. And the faint taste of strawberries was still there. Jill continued stroking her tongue until she had licked all of Nancy's saliva from Candice's pussy. She wanted to explore all of the places that Nancy had explored. Jill took the final plunge and buried her tongue deep inside the hot pussy. It was her first time. She was a virgin when it came to pussy. And she instantly knew that she enjoyed the taste and texture. Before Jill could explore the pussy any further, Candice pressed Jill's forehead gently with her fingers, signaling her to stop. Jill felt sorely disappointed, although she didn't want to show it. "I think it's time for your dinner," Candice said. Candice picked up a slice of strawberry from the bowl and gently inserted the fruit in her pussy. Then she pushed it all the way inside. As far as her fingers could push. "Hungry?" Candice asked with an eyebrow raised. "Very." "Then have at it." A fire burned inside Jill. She knew what to do. She pressed her lips against Candice's pussy and sucked hard. Vaginal fluids rushed inside of her mouth from the sucking. She sucked with all her might. Jill wanted to shout with joy when the strawberry was sucked into her mouth. It made her happy knowing that she accomplished the task. Jill chewed the strawberry, looking up Candice, who had a pleasant surprise on her face. The smile Candice showed was especially erotic given the bold red lipstick. It made her look even sexier. "Hungry girl," Candice smiled. "Looks like one strawberry isn't enough for you." "I just realized that I'm starving." Candice took several more strawberry slices from the bowl and shoved them in her own pussy once again. This time, Candice tried harder to shove them even further inside. Jill loved challenges. And she accepted the challenge by pressing her lips against the pussy again and sucking powerfully. "Mistress, I'm hungry too," Nancy said, with a genuine sadness in her voice. "Poor baby," Candice replied. "You won't be neglected though. Would you like to see what Jill tastes like?" "Yes Mistress. I've wanted to taste Jill since the moment I first shook her hand." An uncomfortable, yet arousing, feeling flowed through Jill's body as she continued sucking Candice's pussy, while listening to the conversation. "Go ahead slave," Candice said to Nancy. "Give Jill's pussy a nice taste." "Thank you Mistress." While Jill continued to eat the pussy in her mouth, she felt Nancy's hand on her bottom. Blindfolded Nancy guided her mouth to Jill's pussy from behind and began to work her magic. High Heels, Red Lipstick Jill's eyes suddenly widened from the expert oral assault. There was no doubt about it, Nancy's tongue was high skilled. Nancy had a mouth which was proficient in social interactions, business negotiations, and eating pussy with the utmost proficiency. The room filled with slobbering sounds from both Jill and Nancy eating hot wet pussy. Candice simply sat on the bed and enjoyed the sight of two business women providing oral services. She enjoyed having Jill eat her pussy. And she enjoyed watching Nancy eat Jill's pussy from behind. Jill's eyes began to roll back. Nancy's tongue was simply too good and too experienced. Jill relished the feeling of her labia being licked and sucked. It was the first time she had received oral sex from another woman. She loved the softness of it- the tenderness. It was the first time she was being orally pleasured by someone who knew what she was doing. The licks went up & down Jill's pussy. Then surprisingly, there were a few tongue strokes across her anus, which was slightly ticklish, yet still arousing. Throughout the oral pleasure, Jill tried to remain focused on her primary task at hand, which was Candice's pussy in her mouth. "Oh my god," Jill gasped from her pussy being eaten. She briefly rested her head on Candice's toned leg as Nancy continued the oral assault. "Oh my god. Oh my god." "Just relax," Candice said, rubbing Jill's hair. "Embrace the feeling of Nancy's tongue inside you. Welcome it. I want to see the look on your face as you orgasm. Embrace the feeling my dear." Jill moaned in pleasure. Her head relaxed on Candice's thigh. "Nancy has such a talented mouth, doesn't she?" Candice asked rhetorically. "I've been training her for years. It would be rude if you didn't cum in her mouth. You're not rude, are you?" "No..." Jill gasped. "Then cum. Reach between your legs and play with your clit. Be a respectful submissive and cum inside Nancy's mouth." As Jill reached between her legs, she had already been beaten to the punch by Nancy. The blindfolded and collared Nancy furiously rubbed Jill's clit in a furious motion, while stroking her tongue and sucking Jill's hot wet pussy. Jill's eyes widened, her jaw dropped, as she looked up at Candice with a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes rolled back and her shoulders arched. Her toes curled to form a strange shape. A powerful orgasm had ripped through Jill's burning pussy and flowed through her body. It was a fiery hot orgasm which she had never felt before. And it was all thanks to Candice and Nancy. "Did I do a good job Mistress?" Nancy asked. "Yes my servant. You may remove your blindfold as a reward. Tell me what you think about Jill's body." Nancy removed her blindfold and feasted her eyes on Jill's bare backside. "She's very beautiful," Nancy smiled. "Just like you told me." Nancy gave Jill a kiss on each of her butt cheeks. Jill simply rested her head on Candice's thigh, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss. Candice rubbed Jill's hair, then gave a playful smack on her face. "Wake up," Candice said to Jill. "You don't get to rest until I've had my orgasm. I'm close. And I have to warn you. I can make a real mess when I'm aroused. Squirting is another talent I have. Are you ready?" "Yes Mistress." Jill put her mouth back to work. There was more determination and fire than before. Jill was determined to give Candice the same orgasm she had just experienced. She remember the mantra. Then she performed with vigor. Minutes later, Candice moaned and groaned, giving all the tell tale signs of an impending female orgasm. Candice's legs went stiff and she unleashed a powerful scream. Equally as powerful was Candice's orgasm and the fluids which rushed from her pussy. She squirted in Jill's mouth, and Jill gladly accepted as much as possible, drinking and swallowing it. The rest was splashed across Jill's naked body and the bed sheets and carpet. When it was over, the two women looked each other in the eyes, both of them still breathing heavily. "You're a natural," Candice said after the relief of orgasm. Jill smiled and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Thank you, Mistress." *** Saying goodbyes never bothered Jill. It never made her sentimental or tearful. Graduations, airline departures, and farewells had never made her sad. Not because she didn't care. She did. She always cared. But her philosophy in life was that she would always see the right people again eventually, when the time was right. That was her attitude when she packed her things in the hotel and prepared to go to the airport. Everything was ready to go. Her luggage and purse were already closed. The high heels were stored neatly in her luggage. And the bold red lipstick was in her purse. The cab was on its way. She had an extra 20 minutes of waiting. Jill looked in the mirror. She was dressed in her typical casual business attire. As she looked at her reflection, it almost made her laugh to think of all the things she had done the night before. Her phone buzzed. There was a text. When she checked her phone, she saw a brief message from Candice: have a safe flight. call me when you're in town. you make an excellent sub. love candice Jill smiled to herself. In a moment of brief self-reflection, she reached inside her purse for the red lipstick. She looked in the mirror and applied the lipstick. It made her look sexy. It made her feel sexy. There was still plenty of time left before the cab would arrive. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She knew what had to be done. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.