15 comments/ 81313 views/ 40 favorites Sapphidex Ch. 01 By: Giveinforgood Jane had grown tired of waiting for her best friend Paul to show up. She was seated in the food court of her local downtown mall, lazily sipping on a mocha. She had been waiting for him for an hour, and had only tolerated the wait because it gave her an excuse to devour her guilty pleasures - white macadamia nut cookies and the latest celebrity gossip magazine. "I can't believe she is pregnant! Why are they all pregnant nowadays?" she said to no one in particular. Remembering the world outside Hollywood again, she checked her watch: 3:45. That's it! she thought to herself and prepared to get up and leave. No sooner had she stood up to put on her coat than she felt a strong pair of hands on her shoulders. "Paul!" she squeaked, and turned around to give him a hug. "Hey, Janie babe!" he said, warmly returning the greeting. "Sorry I was so late. You'll understand in a second." Jane returned to her seat, closing the magazine and looking across the table at the newly seated Paul Westenheim. "Let me guess," she said, lightly mocking him, "you had to deliver a huge lecture at the University to the incoming medical students?" "Ouch," he said, feigning insult. His voice took on a modicum of seriousness, "No. No big university would have me. I am too unorthodox...they call me a witch doctor instead of a chemist," he said, avoiding her eyes, and looking into the distance. He was looking back at the life he never had. He had been thrown out of one of the top colleges in the country. "Then what was it, Paul, that was important enough to keep me waiting here, to get ogled by perverted old Pretzel makers?" she asked, betraying annoyance. "I've developed something that is going to...change the world. Something incredible. Something no one else could ever have even imagined!" Paul said. Jane mentally rolled her eyes, though she was too kind to let her old friend see her skepticism. "This isn't like the pill to cure the cold, or the sunburn pill is it? You know that stuff didn't work. I had to watch you fall flat on your face in front of the local medical community. It hurt watching it, Paul, it really did." "No. This works. It really truly works," Paul responded. Jane sighed. "Lay it on me then! What is it?" Paul rubbed his chin for a moment. "Okay. What is it that every modern man wants from his girlfriend, or wife, or significant other?" Jane furrowed her brow, "Oh, I dunno, Paul...blonde hair and big silicone breasts?" she answered with a nervous chuckle. "Hmmm, can you show me a perfect example of that type in your celebrity magazine over there?" Paul asked. Jane was somewhat confused, but she obediently leafed through the cheap rag. She came to a picture of particularly busty blonde Hollywood starlet, and pointed the picture out to Paul. "Here," she said. "Now what does any of this have to do with your "medical breakthrough"?" Paul ignored her direct question, and after looking over the picture of Scarlett Johanssen he looked into Jane's eyes. "See, Janie, that is where you are wrong. Not all guys are THAT shallow. Perhaps the more important question though is: What do you think when you see this picture of Scarlett Johanssen?" Jane turned the magazine around to look her over. "Oh I dunno. I don't get what guys see in her. She looks kind of slutty in that dress," she said. "Guys like that though I guess. What does ANY of this have to do with your work?" Paul leaned in and spoke softly, "How much do you think a guy would want you if you thought Scarlett Johanssen was the hottest thing you had ever laid eyes on, that the sight of her in that dress made you wet? That you would give your left arm to go down on her?" Jane just frowned, because she didn't understand, and his language was making her uncomfortable. "Perhaps I should put it more clearly. You see, every guy, whether he marries the girl-next-door or the tramp-next-door, would give his left arm to have a threesome. Its every guys' absolute wet dream. There is one obstacle: most women aren't particularly attracted to other women. There are some who are, sure, and there are some who will willfully slog through it to make their husband or boyfriend happy, but then are bitter about it." Paul continued, "I truly believe what every man really wants is an open-minded wife, who loves him unconditionally, as well as a hot tramp who would get down on the next hot female piece of ass she saw..." Jane interrupted, "Paul, please stop using that kind of language. Look, this whole topic is kind of disgusting. Is that what you think, in your deluded mind, this pill of yours does? It makes girls into lesbians?" Paul raised a finger to silence her, "Not think - KNOW! And this is no delusion. This formula works. A girl takes a couple of pills, and she is ready, no DESPERATE, to fuck the next girl who comes along her path. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that she is female and attractive." Jane sat in stunned silence, and was shocked to feel that a tiny, tiny part of her was turned on by his description. "The pill takes control of the woman's sexual drive, Janie. You see, I did thorough neurological tests. I studied the chemicals that are exuded in the female brain in situations of extreme sexual arousal. "A straight woman's brain releases subtle signals upon seeing an attractive man, and a different set of signals upon seeing a woman. This pill releases chemicals that switch the signals, and strongly stimulate extreme sexual response. Thus, a woman becomes, temporarily at least, a hopelessly turned-on lesbian. Once she takes the pill, there is nothing she can do about it, except find a hot girl and eat her out, or whatever else her transformed mind can think of." Jane absorbed all the information. "Wow. Who do you plan to sell this to?" Paul was pleased she hadn't completely freaked. "Well, I will ship it to adult novelty stores, and hopefully, once it is FDA approved, to the pharmacy at your local grocery store. Anyone could buy it - horny straight men, bored straight women, lesbians with unrequited crushes...it will be a hit, I can feel it." "So why do you need me?" Jane asked. "Well, I have done preliminary testing. Distributed it in nightclubs, disguised as ecstacy and such. The results have been overwhelmingly positive. I need one last test though, someone to write an extensive journal after having been exposed to the drug multiple times..." "You want me to take it?!!" Jane asked.. "No," Paul said. "I want you to live with it! I want you to take it for seven days, and write a daily journal about its effects." "Paul! I can't. I am straight! I have a boyfriend! The thought of being with a woman isn't in the least bit arousing to me!" :Paul laughed. "Of course, Janie babe! That's why it SHOULD be you. You're the model straight girl. The girl-next-door! If this works on you, it would work on anyone!" Janie settled down. She was still a little shocked. This had all come about so suddenly. She couldn't change her lifestyle! The thought of being with a woman did nothing for her. The thought of touching another girl's vagina...eww! She and her boyfriend were 8 weeks away from getting married! "Why should I, Paul? Tell me why I should do this for you?" "If you do it, Janie, I will pay for your wedding and give you an extra 20,000 dollars to spend however you see fit! That is the price I will pay for your willing cooperation." Jane was taken aback. That was incredibly generous. Paul was offering to make her life immensely easier for the next year. She was going to do it. She had no choice. That money would help her and Brian start a new life together. "Should I buy a whole closet-full of plaid shirts?" she asked. Paul smiled. "Then you will do it? You will be my straight girl guinea pig?" "Yeah," she said, with a weak smile. "Good. Excellent. And, no, no plaid sweaters. The drug changes your perception and increases your sex drive only. You will still be as feminine as ever. I will bring you two bottles of Sapphidex tomorrow. The experiment begins in the morning." "Okay," she said, being incredibly polite through her nervousness. The following morning, the doorbell woke Jane from her rest. She hadn't gotten much sleep. She had had a painful discussion with her fiancé Brian, and he had not understood why he couldn't see her for a week. She had told him it was for the best, and she loved him, and that they would still get married. She opened the door hastily, without thinking of her appearance. It was only when she saw Paul's smiling face that she remembered how horrible she looked. Paul didn't seem to notice or care. He was holding two huge blank bottles. Sapphidex! He handed the pill bottles to her. He also handed her a large check. "Here is the up-front payment...5,000 now, and 15 when its over. Here's the thing though...uh...are you doing anything tonight?" "No, Paul. Its Saturday. I would usually be out with Brian...but you know...the experiment and everything." "Alright," Paul said. "Good. Tonight you aren't going anywhere. Tonight is your introduction to the wonder drug. You need to take a high dosage level in order to fully saturate your blood stream with the chemicals. After that, two pills a day, morning and night, will do." "How many do I have to take?" Jane asked. "Three pills now, three pills tonight. When you wake up in the morning, the drug should have taken hold. You will more than likely be horny as a schoolboy and desperate for pussy. You will probably have a restless, feverish sleep tonight. Its good this is a Saturday." "Is this going to be dangerous?" she asked. "No," he said. "There is nothing in the pill that could harm anything but your innocence," he said with a smile. Paul left her with the pill bottles. She sat down for breakfast, and when it was through she stared for a second at the pills. A tiny part of her was excited and intrigued. Having her mind thoroughly fucked with was going to be exciting, and sexy. She was going to be a different person for the next while. She took three pills and swallowed them down with orange juice. So long straight world, she thought. For the rest of the day she felt weak and feverish. She spent most of it parked in front of the TV, watching AMC. When night came, she was pleased that the ordeal of the day was over - she swallowed another three pills and drifted off to a restless dreamland full of sensuous curves and heretofore denied pleasures. Day 1 Jane woke up late in the day. She checked the alarm clock - it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Her head ached. She scrambled to the kitchen, drinking down three full glasses of water (which made her feel much better) before noticing a moistness between her thighs. Whatever she had been dreaming about the night before had made her very, very wet. She checked her answering machine. One new message. The fact that no one seemed to care to call her was depressing, but nevertheless she pressed the machine to play back the message. "Hey Janie. Its Pauline. Remember that we have that appointment to meet at Starbucks this afternoon. Its gonna be fun. We don't hang out enough anymore. I'll see you at 6. Chiao." Damnit! Jane thought. I forgot. I will have to call and cancel. I have to take part in this experiment. Speaking of the experiment, she wasn't really feeling much different. She tossed her soaked panties on the bathroom floor. This stuff of Paul's probably doesn't work. Just like everything else he tries. She felt sorry for having to cancel her day out with Pauline. Pauline was one of the nicest friends she had...and it was true that they hadn't been spending enough time together. Pauline...with that...nice long red hair.Janie paused for a moment. The hot water hit her and lit up her skin. Yeah she thought, and she does have those perfect, gorgeous long legs guys always compliment her on. Those...mmmm...big breasts. Her perfect green eyes. Janie was shocked to be feeling these things. She felt a brief tinge of guilt, which was almost instantly submerged in her arousal. Her hand went down to the joining of her thighs. She pictured herself undressing and ravishing Pauline. It got her so wet. She rubbed her clit, creating delicious friction. Yeah...kissing her perfect puffy lips, sucking on her engorged and feminine breasts...the thought of that gave Jane a start. It aroused her so much... She was unashamedly rubbing herself down, massaging her own breasts. She pictured herself, with Pauline's legs splayed on her shoulders...her own lips inches from the delicious moistness that was Pauline's not-so-well guarded treasure. Jane found she had no resistance there anymore. The thought of kissing a woman's vagina had always disgusted her in the past...she no longer could remember why. She pulled her sloppy wet fingers off of her pussy, instantly replacing them with her left hand. She went back to her fantasy...she was about to make out with Pauline's pussy. When her lips touched Pauline's vagina in her vision, she plunged her moist fingers into her own mouth. The taste was incredible...she sped up her rubbing, and within seconds she was coming. It was a fierce, all pervading orgasm - she thrashed and moaned all over her bathtub. When it was over, she sat stunned. Her lust had receded for a moment, enough to give her a few moments of clear thought. The hell I am going to cancel my day out with Pauline. I need to experience this for real. I need to seduce Pauline. ---------- Pauline was having a terrible day. It was cold outside, the sky was dark, and her hair was wet. She found herself thankful that she hadn't worn any makeup, as it would be running down her face right now. Yay for laziness, she mumbled, with a self deprecating smile. She knocked on the door of Janie's apartment. Janie answered a moment later, a wide smile on her face. "Pauline!" She took a second to give Pauline a once over, and then said, "Its raining outside? I hadn't noticed. Come on in." "You hadn't noticed? I saw Noah float by down the street on my way here," Pauline joked, removing her jacket and entering the room. "I've been...distracted," Janie said. Janie's stomach was humming, she was very nervous. Butterflies Butterflies. Even wet and cold, Pauline looked beyond amazing. Her friend had put on perhaps ten pounds in the last few years, and it had filled out her figure, making her look more womanly and more mature. Janie noticed with satisfaction that the extra weight had done nothing to Pauline's stellar legs, her most complimented feature. Janie continued. "So...I don't really feel like going out in that. Wanna stay in and have a girls' night? I made margaritas!" Janie offered with as much cheer as she could muster, trying not to sound like she desperately, desperately wanted Pauline to say yes to that. Pauline was agreeable. "Sure. I really didn't feel like going out today anyway. I just wanted to see you." Janie smirked. "Oh really? Well, here I am. Come in and sit down on the couch, I'll pour us some drinks." Pauline relaxed and Jane headed into the kitchen. She had to physically resist the urge to masturbate in the kitchen. Her horniness had subsided after her orgasm in the shower, but with Pauline in the other room, it was returning. She took her evening dose of Sapphidex with water. She poured two margaritas and returned to the living room, taking her seat alongside her friend. "How have things been with Max and you lately Pauline? We hardly talk anymore," Jane asked while handing the drink to her. Pauline scoffed. "It's hardly going anymore at all. Have you ever just reached a point in a relationship where the wooing is over, and...he just takes you for granted? He used to make you feel so special and wanted and now he hardly even cares?" Janie made a sympathetic noise. "Everything is just down the tubes. We argue all the time, the sex is terrible..." "No..." Janie said, feigning disbelief. "I thought the sex between you two had been amazing?" Pauline laughed. "It was. Past tense the key part there." "How could sex with you not be amazing? Is he gay or something?" Pauline laughed and blushed. "Maybe, you never know. He never goes down on me anymore. I mean, what is that about?" she said with annoyance. It felt good letting out her frustration. "Do you miss that?" Jane asked, her finger resting on her lips. "Of course I do. Not that he was ever any good at it to begin with." "That's kind of a key element of the experience. You stayed with him even though he couldn't work the tongue?" Jane asked playfully. "Love is love darling. Like with you and Brian. You guys are so in love it is sickening some times. You'd do anything for him." Jane was intoxicated with Sapphidex and definitely didn't want to spend any time talking about her boyfriend. She was steering her sexy redheaded friend into good territory. Pauline finished the margarita, and Jane refilled it and came back. "People always say that girls are way better at oral than men are anyway," Jane said, provocatively moving the conversation forward. "Have you ever tried it with a girl?" Jane asked as though she was innocently curious. Pauline frowned for a moment. "Can't say that I have. Made out with another girl in high school. I've always been a little curious, but I've simply never gone there. Most women are a bit curious if they are honest I think. Have you ever been with a chick?" Pauline inquired. "Yeah," Jane said, lying. "Really?" "It was...amazing," Jane said, lying again. Somewhere inside her the Jane that hadn't been subsumed in lust cried out at her blatant dishonesty in seducing her friend, but the Sapphidex was much more powerful than her conscience. The new Jane simply ignored the feeble protests. There was pussy to be had. "Oh my God. How come you never told me?" Jane shrugged. "Was the oral as good as people say?" "Better." Pauline downed another margarita and Jane obligingly replaced it. As she handed it to Pauline, her hand rubbed gently down her friend's arm. She met Pauline's eyes with a smile. "Can I be honest with you Pauline?" "Go ahead, Janie dahling," she replied, the alcohol starting to effect her. "I don't want you to be weirded out or anything, but I honestly think you are the most beautiful, most intelligent woman I have ever met." "Awww, Jane..." Pauline looked down to the couch, blushing, both from the heat of the alcohol and her own shyness. Jane leaned forward and kissed Pauline. The meeting of their mouths was like a smoldering fire that wouldn't be put out. Jane was amazed at the wonderful softness of Pauline's feminine lips, and decided that she liked kissing girls much more than men. Pauline eagerly returned the kiss, a reality that Jane could hardly acknowledge, as caught up in pure animal lust as she was. Pauline broke the kiss after several moments, to Jane's audible dismay. "Jane...how did you know I wanted this?" she asked, her head tilted back, the porcelain skin of her divinely muscled neck calling out to Jane's desires. Jane tried to get her thoughts back. "Ummm...because I just knew," Jane said, trying to sound as self confident as she could, hoping that Pauline would stop asking questions and let this happen. The truth was she had not the slightest that Pauline had had any such feelings. She was perfectly willing to take advantage of them though. Jane's mouth dove onto Pauline's lovely neck. Pauline began to breath hard, her red tresses tickling Jane's face. "I want you SO much,' Jane whispered breathily into her newfound lover's ear. Pauline pulled Jane in for a deep kiss. Their tongues met. Pauline was clearly getting aroused, and Jane was long past being able to control her needs. Sapphidex Ch. 01 "You're so fucking hot Pauline," Jane said, unbuttoning the red haired woman's shirt, pulling it off of her with a strength granted by urgency. Pauline was caught up in how naughty she felt. Jane kissed Pauline's cleavage while she removed the lacy white bra. Pauline's full beautiful breasts came free, and Jane's eyes grew larger. Jane wrapped the bra around the back of Pauline's neck, playfully pulling her in for a deep French kiss. "I always thought the girl I fucked would be an Angelina Jolie type," Pauline joked. Jane, though blonde and petite, was sexy in her own right. "Shhh," Jane said, kissing her quiet again. Jane lustfully delighted in licking and sucking Pauline's breasts. The feeling of Pauline's erect nipples in her mouth brought Jane to a quick but powerful orgasm, a testament to how out-of-her mind horny the drug had made her. Jane moaned and buried her face in Pauline's bosom until the orgasm subsided. "You really want this..." Pauline said half consciously, teasingly smacking Jane's still clothed ass. Jane didn't reply and simply returned to her loving assault on Pauline's perfect tits. When Pauline's nipples were absolutely rock solid, Jane shifted downward, leaving a trail of kisses along her beautiful stomach. Pauline wriggled out of her pants, and Jane pressed a loving, teasing kiss on Pauline's dripping pussy, feeling the delicious warmth even through her lover's panties. Pauline moaned. "Not so fast," Jane said with a smirk, barely able to speak through her lust. Jane smiled and got down on her knees beneath the couch. She kissed and licked up and down Pauline's elegant legs. "You're so fucking good at this," Pauline breathed out, her eyes closed. Jane's mouth trailed up to Pauline's inner thighs. Jane could smell Pauline's shameless arousal, and wanted more than anything to dive into that divine pussy. Jane pulled off her shirt and bra, the bent down, until her face was only inches away from Pauline's most private and beautiful part. "Tell me if this is better than Max does," she said. Pauline yelped as Jane ripped her panties clean off of her, not bothering to remove them the old fashioned way. Jane threw the ripped panties across the room and took a second to admire Pauline's amazing pussy. Pauline spread her legs wide, smiling with pure lust and joy. Jane licked a long slow ice cream cone lick up Pauline's snatch. Pauline's long legs wrapped around Jane's shoulders, bringing her face in where Pauline wanted her to be and not letting her go. What Jane lacked in any sort of experience, she made up with in eagerness and pure unadulterated desire. She was sloppy at first, but became more disciplined as the three hour long pussy eating marathon continued. Pauline came time and again, bucking her face up hard against Jane's face, Jane loving every second of it without restraint or guilt. Pauline was hardly consciously there. Her stress had faded away, and she was enjoying the love her friend was generously giving her. Jane loved the feeling of Pauline's pussy muscles flexing during the orgasm around her fingers. As Pauline approached her last orgasm, Jane's fingers reached down to stimulate her own clit. As Pauline crossed into an insanely powerful come, Jane pushed herself over the edge, both coming together in a moment of lust impossible to put into words. It felt so right. Jane's lust receded long enough for her to return to some semblance of control and conscience. She was deeply, deeply satisfied. Pauline looked for her panties for a moment before remembering that they were torn to shreds. "Can I sleep here tonight, Jane?" Jane kissed her instead of replying, and Pauline tasted her own musk on Jane's face. She licked the area around Jane's mouth clean, and they both entered into a long deep kiss, playing with each other's tongues. Pauline slept naked in Jane's bed that night, having had enough cunillingus to keep her satisfied for awhile. Jane lay next to her for some time, unable to get to sleep. Pauline was a snorer. Jane dialed up Paul. "Come over her. I need you to see something." Paul showed up in 15 minutes. Jane put her finger over her lips in order to say "Quiet!" "You have to see something," she whispered. Jane led Paul into the bedroom, where Pauline was fast asleep on her stomach. Paul's eyes widened and he smiled. They left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. "It works Janie babe. It really works." Jane nodded, somewhat self consciously. "By the way, Pauline has a great ass." "Tell me about it," Jane agreed. "I can't believe you fucked her." "I know. It's not like you ever got in her pants or anything. She is crazy good sex." ----- Day 2 Jane snapped out of her restful night's slumber at the sound of the front door of her apartment slamming shut. Still in a daze her hands searched the bed next to her for Pauline's warm and supple form, but she was nowhere to be found. Jane sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes and tried to force her mind into something halfway resembling clarity. She noticed a note lying on the nightstand on the side of the bed Pauline had slept in. "Dearest Jane, Thank you so much for last night. It was amazing and you will never know how much it meant to me. Unfortunately I have to be at my job soon, and my boyfriend will probably be wondering about me. Please don't take me leaving without saying goodbye personally. Love, Pauline" Jane sighed. Alone wasn't how she had wanted to start off the day, but it wasn't like she was madly in love with her beautiful red headed friend – she had had an itch that Pauline had helped to scratch and vice versa. Normally she wouldn't have been interested in a one night stand, least of all a one night stand with a woman, but that was the effect the pills had had on her. Almost as an afterthought Jane checked the clock – whose digital green letters read 8:49. Oh no, work starts at 9:00! Jane showered as quickly as possible, packed a blueberry muffin, and downed her morning Sapphidex pill before rushing off to work. She nearly got into a wreck on the highway, but, short of breath and nervous, she burst into the office where she worked at 9:17, just soon enough to not get majorly chewed out by her employer. She hoped she had gotten enough of Pauline's pussy smell off of her that people wouldn't detect it. Jane worked as a secretary and assistant to one of the most popular and successful injury claims lawyers on the East Coast, Karen Stevenson-Ross. It was a decent paying job and not very demanding, which Jane liked very much. The only downside was dealing with constant complaints from whiny neurotic clients, all searching for a viable injury lawsuit so that they could retire early. "Yes Mr. Berman, I'm sure your broken finger is the responsibility of the Coca-Cola Corporation. I will patch you through to Mrs. Stevenson-Ross." After a few hours of her being there, the intercom on Jane's desk came on. "Jane, could I see you in my office?" "Yes, Mrs. Stevenson-Ross, right away." ----- The Sapphidex hardly seemed to be active – yesterday it had driven her crazy with lust, and today she seemed to be able to focus on her work with hardly a distraction. As Jane walked in, she took a moment to appreciate her boss Karen. Karen was of medium height, with stylish short blonde hair that curled up at the edges. For a woman in her early forties, Karen was very shapely and obviously went out of her way to show off her body. Jane saw her boss with new eyes for a moment before suppressing the attraction in order to appear professional. "Three things Jane. First, I want to formally congratulate you on doing such a good job. As you may or may not know, today is your one year anniversary here at Goldstein and Ross. I can honestly say that you are the best secretary I have ever had the pleasure of hiring. You will be receiving a hundred dollar per month raise effective immediately." Jane smiled. "Wow! Thank you so much Mrs. Stevenson-Ross. I try my best here – having such a wonderful boss makes it easy for me." Ass kissing is one of the more important skills a secretary can possess. "Second, I want to tell you that I don't particularly appreciate you being late today. Now, I'm sure you were spending the night with your fiancé or something, your personal life is none of my business however, I don't make exceptions for my employees. That being said you are very rarely late so this is merely a warning to be more attentive to the time you arrive. Your promptness or lack thereof reflects on our firm." "I'm sorry ma'am. It was a onetime thing. It won't happen again, I promise." "I'm sure of it," Karen said smiling. "The third thing is actually not a thing but an errand I need you to run for me. My daughter, Julianne, is returning from college today, and unfortunately her father will not be available to drive her back to the city as originally planned. I have numerous important meetings; ergo I need you to take the company van and pick her and her luggage up and bring her back to my house this afternoon. It is a longish drive, so I need you to leave as soon as possible." "Okay," Jane said, surprised. Karen had never asked her to do this sort of private errand before, and she wasn't sure it was in her job description, but she could hardly say no and it beat a day of office drudgery. Karen wrote down directions, both to the college her daughter attended and to the Stevenson-Ross household. After a monotonous drive, Jane parked the smelly company van in the lot outside of what she had been told was Julianne's dorm. Jane was pleased when the desk attendant let her into the dorms- apparently he had no trouble believing that she was college aged. Nice desk attendant. --- "Let's see, let's see. 201. Dorm 201." After several moments of searching (why was it necessary to have such a confusing dorm room numbering system anyway?) she found the correct door. There were two nametags on the door, one said Kelly and one said Julianne. When she knocked on the door, a petite blonde girl with pigtails answered. "Hello...?" she said, unsure of who Jane was. "Hi, hon, are you Julianne?" "Ummm, no, that would be her..." Pigtail girl pointed to something in the room that was obscured by the door. Jane asked if she could come in, and then pressed the door in. She found Julianne, who had apparently engaged in a night of heavy drinking – or, looking at her state, possibly a year of heavy drinking. She was sprawled on her bed, a sheet covering her crotch and stomach, her legs hanging off the sides of the bed, and strangest of all, she was wearing dark sunglasses. Julianne was very tall, with milky white skin, petite breasts, and short cropped black hair. She had a thin and lanky body type that Jane found quite attractive. The girl was evidently still asleep, so Jane shook her shoulders, trying to get her to respond. Julianne grunted like a beast a few times in response and turned over in the bed, her plump backside now up in the air. "Go away Kelly, goddamnit..." she mumbled. "Actually its not Kelly..." Julianne turned over again and removed her sunglasses, opening her eyes and giving Jane a quizzical look. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked, seeming nonplussed. "I'm your mother's secretary actually. Your father can't make it to pick you up, so I am here to pick you and your luggage up and bring you back to the city." The girl groaned. "What are you; Karen's fucking errand girl or something?" Jane sighed. This was off to a bad start. "We have to be back in the city before five, so, yes, if that makes this easier, I'm her errand girl." Julianne laughed, looking Jane over. "You're pretty cute. If I had you in my office I know what errand you would be performing," she said, and then made the sign for cunnilingus with two fingers and her tongue. Jane blushed as red as a tomato. "Did I embarrass you, errand girl? Sorry," she said mockingly. "You could at least get out of here for five minutes so that I could get dressed, instead of ogling me like a big lesbo." Jane wasn't sure how to deal with the situation, she just mumbled, "Five minutes," and walked away to stand outside the door. After about ten minutes of impatience, Julianne emerged in tight fitting jeans and a man's collared shirt, once again sporting her dark sunglasses. She handed two bags of luggage to Jane. "Be careful, they're heavy," she said with a sneer. Julianne started walking, and Jane struggled to keep up with the pace, dragged down by 50 pounds worth of luggage. "Where is this van of yours anyway?" For the second time that day, Jane was ragged and out of breath as she finally hoisted the luggage into the back of the van. "Thanks for the help," Jane mumbled, bitterly sarcastic. She was going to have hand blisters for a few days. "No problem at all," Julianne sung back, from the back seat of the van. Jane sighed audibly and then climbed into the driver's seat. This was going to be a long ride. "Maybe I should tell your Mom you've been drinking, Julianne. Do you think she'd be happy to hear that?" The girl laughed. "Karen doesn't give a shit what I do with my time, as long as I pose pretty for her family photos. Neither does Dan, so don't try going to him either. I was drinking because I had a terrible night, thank you very much." Jane's anger softened a bit. "How come?" Julianne sighed. "My girlfriend broke up with me." "I'm sorry to hear that. You're a very attractive girl, I'm sure you will find someone else. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that." "Meh," Julianne replied. The rest of the car trip was mostly silent – Jane focused on driving and Julianne slumped in the back seat, listening to her Ipod. After a couple of hours, the van arrived out front of the Stevenson-Ross...mansion. Jane was shocked at the size of the place. She had known that her boss was successful, but...that successful? "Julianne – we are here." "Thanks; didn't notice," she replied sarcastically. "Just get your luggage and go then," Jane said through gritted teeth, tired of the attitude. Julianne laughed. "You're the errand girl – you're going to carry it in." Jane squeezed tightly on the steering wheel out of anger. She just wanted to go home and relax, but she couldn't really risk upsetting the girl because she was the boss' daughter. Jane once again pulled the luggage, which felt as though it consisted of anvils and bowling balls, out of the back, lugging it behind the girl who was treating her like a mule. Julianne pushed open the double doors, and Jane was shocked at the opulence of the mansion. Emerald, scarlet, gold, purple – the house was laced in gaudy colors, merely meant to give a regal air and show off wealth. "This place is amazing!" Julianne laughed. "This is nothing. Bring the luggage up to Karen's bedroom." Jane heaved the luggage up the twisting staircase, following Julianne. When she arrived at the top of the stairs, Julianne was sitting on the edge of her mother's purple bed, which had luxurious silk sheets and an overhanging drape. Jane entered the room, dropped the luggage, and turned to leave. "Hold on a minute, errand girl." "Its Jane, okay, Jane. Show a little respect for your elders." "Elders? What is this? Fiddler on the Roof? Close the door." "Why? I need to get home, Julianne." The girl walked behind Jane and closed the door for her. "You saw me naked. Its only fair I get to see you naked," she said, her eyes staring straight into Jane's. Jane blushed deeply for the second time that day. "That's...completely...inappropriate young lady. You are my boss' daughter, this is her bedroom." Julianne grinned confidently. "I know you want me, and if you're gonna have me you're going to do as I say." Jane's breathing became quick and light. Her heart was pounding. Sapphidex coursed through her veins like thunder. "No," Jane said weakly, not even believing the words from her own mouth. "That is too bad, because I really, really miss my girlfriend," Julianne said. She took Jane's trembling hand and inserted it down the front of her jeans. Jane's fingers curled up into Julianne's treasure, which to her surprise was soaking wet. Jane's resolve disappeared. She had found Julianne quite attractive this entire time, and her confrontational attitude had given her a sort of strength and sexiness that Pauline had not had. Jane withdrew her fingers and licked them clean in front of Julianne. Their mouths met in a surprisingly deep French kiss. Julianne was strong, her toned arms bringing Jane in close to her, making Jane feel oddly safe. "This is so wrong," Jane added, no longer seriously resisting. "That's why you like it," Julianne replied, confident and full of herself. Jane couldn't disagree. "Undress," Julianne commanded. Jane obediently did so, removing her clothes in a hurry, not even trying to be sexy, merely piling them on the floor in a heap. Julianne looked her over lustfully, which sent a thrill of desire and pleasure through Jane. "Karen has good taste in employees." Julianne pressed her clothed crotch against Jane's naked buttocks. She kissed up and down Jane's neck, before whispering in her ear, "You're so sexy." Jane didn't reply, simply exhaling with lust. She was being a bad girl, and she was going to get her reward for it. "Lay down on the bed, Jane." Jane sauntered over to the finely appointed bed, lying on her back, looking across the room at Julianne. The younger girl undressed, dropping her jeans and shirt into the same pile that Jane had left. Julianne practically pounced on top of her, her hands pinning down Jane's own. Julianne's tongue began encircling Jane's nipples, Julianne's own petite breasts pressing into Jane's flat stomach. Jane moaned in abject pleasure. Julianne's tongue play was delicious, and Jane began to drift. "You're the first blonde I have ever had," Julianne whispered. Jane wrapped her hand around the back of Julianne's head, trying to press her back down so that she would play more attention to her breasts. The younger woman pressed her tongue flat onto Jane's nipples, causing them to become fully erect. "Oh yeah," Jane moaned softly. "You have such great breasts." Julianne's attentions began to drift southward, and Jane braced herself for the pleasure as Julianne licked and sucked her soft inner thigh. "Please, Julianne...I need you inside me." Julianne grinned and denied her by dropping further to her knees, taking the older blonde woman's toes into her mouth, sucking them one by one. Jane moaned lightly, and Julianne was clearly getting wet from teasing her. Julianne used a long, slow ice cream lick to begin pleasuring Jane's pussy. Jane saw that this younger girl was clearly an expert pussy eater – her tongue flicking back and forth, drawing gasps and moans. Julianne began penetrating her with three fingers, establishing a perfect rhythm, which Jane obliged by moving her hips back and forth. "God, you're so wet." Jane was in another place, the guilt and shame of this sex with her boss' daughter heightening the pleasure immensely. A pure lightning bolt of lust pierced her clouded mind as Julianne began the tongue assault on her hardening clit. "I could eat you all day," Julianne managed, in between fingering the beautiful woman's pussy and pleasuring her clitoris. Jane climaxed loudly, driving Julianne crazy. The younger girl licked Jane's pussy clean of all the cream and wetness, savoring the sweet, delicious taste. "God, you were horny," Julianne said. Julianne removed her panties and climbed up on top of Jane. She grabbed Jane's left leg and pushed it aside, inserting her own pussy in between Jane's spread. Jane was still recovering from the orgasm Julianne had given her, when the dark haired girl began rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit onto Jane's. Sapphidex Ch. 01 "Oh God, that is good shit," Jane moaned. Jane thrashed her hips, seeking the maximum clitoral friction with this beautiful young sex kitten. Jane's hand reached behind the girl and rubbed her plump ass, acting as a catalyst for Julianne to become even more aggressive. Julianne continued on even through the mounting pleasure, when she could hardly think straight. "Your clit feels so good on mine," Julianne said. Their dance of lust reached a point of no return and the reached a simultaneous climax, their pleasure reaching a divine level. Orgasms from tribbing are known to be some of the most intense possible, and both girls honestly thought the pleasure of the act might kill them. Julianne collapsed on top of Jane, having blacked out for a moment from the pleasure, quickly recovering and regaining her bearings. "I have to get out of here," Jane said, breathing heavily, wanting to do anything but. Jane dressed and said her goodbyes – this had hardly been a lovematch. She phoned her boss Karen, feeling excited and guilty for what she had done, simply informing her that her daughter was waiting in the mansion. Jane returned home to find a note on the door. "New landlord, Carmen, needs to see you ASAP." Jane pulled the note off the door, planning to deal with it early the next day. She smelled strongly of Julianne. She wanted to take a shower and spend the night reading. She also had to write her entry in the journal she was getting paid by Paul to compile. She popped her evening Sapphidex pill, and thought of Julianne.