0 comments/ 98976 views/ 36 favorites Terms of Employment By: krr1957 This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended please try another story. Chapter One The first time it happened will remain with me forever. The night before my husband had phoned to tell me that he thought that we should make our 'break' permanent and, as if that was not bad enough, I arrived at the office the following morning to find that Sue had got the promotion that I had been hoping for. My boss then added injury to insult by telling me that she had double booked her interview candidates and asked me if I would help out. I was tempted to tell her to get Sue to do it but I could not afford to antagonize her; things were going to be tight if I was going to be living alone in the long term. I looked at the c.v. and, on the face of it, the girl was eminently suited for the role but Marcia had added a pencilled note which said bluntly "Just go through the motions. We have two better prospects." This, in other words, was a complete waste of my time. I went down to reception to greet her and almost did a double take. Why this girl wanted a job as a receptionist when she should have been making money as a model was not at all clear. I was put in mind of the actress, Alice Eve, which was ironic given that she rated very highly in my husband's list of 'most beddable'. I led her to the interview suite and even I had to admire her long tanned legs shown off to devastating effect by a breezy summer dress. Her answers to my questions were considered and intelligent but I wondered if she had dressed with a male interviewer in prospect. Once or twice she leaned forward a little to make a point emphasising her ample charms. I started to bring proceedings to a close and asked one final question. "Sum up for me, in thirty seconds, why you should be offered this job." She paused and then held my eye unwaveringly. "I have the qualifications, experience, personality and the look to represent the front desk of an international bank. " Her answer was assured and succinct and, had it been my choice, I would have put her forward but only Marcia was vetting for this particular job. She must have sensed my problem. "...and I will do whatever it takes." I told myself to get a grip. Had I been a man her remark could clearly have been misconstrued but, nevertheless, I felt my heart quickening just for a fleeting instant... The words hung in the air and left me off balance. At twenty-one she was nearly ten years younger than me but I suddenly felt like the ingénue. I began to straighten my papers but, as I did so, she reached out and put a hand on mine. "Does your husband make you come when he goes down on you?" For a second or two I thought my heart had stopped and I struggled to draw my next breath. If her intention was to shock she had succeeded in a big way. She could not have known it but she had touched a particularly raw nerve. When we were courting my husband professed to love performing oral sex and I was a very willing, and sometimes greedy, recipient. Unfortunately, I had great difficulty in returning the favour. I do have a sensitive gag reflex but, in truth, it is something much more psychological. I was completely honest with him and he assured me that it was not a problem but it came to matter in an ever bigger way. He began to accuse me of being selfish and his own performances, which had always been a little perfunctory if truth be told, tapered off altogether. It was not our only marital problem but it was a significant one. I desperately tried to marshal my thoughts. Even now, she had only asked a question, albeit an outrageous one, but her next enquiry left little room for doubt. "Is the door locked?" I should have stopped it right there but I found myself nodding yes. The 'Engaged' sign was illuminated outside and the door could be unlocked with the push of a button. She rose from her seat and came around to my side of the desk. Looking me in the eye she wheeled my chair back and slowly knelt in front of me. Ever since I was a teenager I had fantasised about making love to another woman but I regard myself as strictly heterosexual and I had never felt the urge to actually make it a reality even when I had had too much to drink. I resisted as she rested her hands on my knees but she just smiled and I shivered she ran her fingers beneath my skirt. She lifted her eyebrow in approval when she encountered the bare flesh above my stay up stockings and, bizarrely, I gave silent thanks that my underwear was fresh out of the packaging that morning. When her fingers reached the border of my panties she arched her wrists and flipped my skirt out of the way. I had never felt so wanton, or so aroused, as I did at that moment. Here I was, in the middle of a work day, putting myself on display whilst this young woman held out the promise of fulfilling an impossible dream. She pressed her hands together, as if in prayer, and eased them between my thighs this time finding no resistance. "You have lovely legs..." She gently spread me open, running the back of her finger across my inner thigh, and I felt a sudden heat centred on my sex. I am proud of my body but I think my legs shade my breasts when it comes to deciding my best feature. Her finger continued its exploration moving ever upwards until she began to trace the contour of my mons. She touched me in a way that suggested that she was far from new to this and I wondered if she was exclusively in to women but, more than that, I wondered if I particularly appealed to her as a woman. I suspected that, if I had been a fifty year old harpy, this would not be happening. As it was I knew that I had been blessed with more than my fair share of attractiveness due mainly to the Italian genes I had inherited from my mother. Her hands found the outside of my thighs and I had one last chance to back out. Her fingers slid inside my panties and she needed me to raise myself if they were to be removed. She could have simply moved them aside but it felt as if she was offering a reprieve. I sat frozen, my every instinct telling me to stop, but most compelling of all was the simple fact that I was using her in the knowledge that I actually had nothing to offer in return. With great reluctance I steeled myself to do the sensible thing but then she completely disarmed me. She leaned forward and placed a single kiss at the centre of my exposed panties. "I want to taste you..." No one had ever said anything like that to me before and certainly not with such feeling. Perhaps she had intended to seduce me whatever the outcome. She pulled away just a little before she spoke again. "Do something for me...I want to see you naked." For a brief moment I was dimly aware of the subdued noises out in the real world, a slammed door, the distant ringing of a telephone, but I could focus on nothing beyond the immediate bounds of our private universe. She remained on her knees as I stood up and slowly began to remove my clothes. As my breasts were revealed she reached up to touch them and then, almost reverentially, she stripped me of my stockings and panties. I know that I have a body that makes men look twice, and I am guilty of playing up to it, but she gazed up at me as if I were a statue of marbled female perfection. Her hands reached out to graze my waist, my hips and my thighs making me feel special in a way that no man ever had. I could feel my sex starting to melt and this was confirmed by the slightest flaring of her nostrils and a knowing smile. It occurred to me that she was of a generation that routinely went in for total depilation whereas I retained a carefully sculpted growth of raven black hair but any thoughts that she may have found it off-putting were quickly allayed. "I love a real woman..." Catching me unawares she licked upwards along the length of my sex with the flat of her tongue and my knees threatened to buckle. She laughed and pushed at me gently. "You'd better sit down and make yourself comfortable. This might take some time.." I did as she asked and she interposed herself between my legs preventing me from following my natural inclination to close them. "Forward just a little. I want you wide open." She was like a concert player preparing for a performance with her mouth and fingers and I was her chosen instrument. She paused for just a moment and then the music began. She repeated the long stroke of her tongue and it was if she had struck a chord that made my whole body vibrate. Before it had died completely away she played it again and I could feel my labia swelling. In the past my excitement came more from the knowledge that my partners were abasing themselves than from the actual physical sensation but this girl took me to new realms. It had taken me a long time to appreciate that one side of me sex was more sensitive than the other but, as she sucked and licked at each of my labia in turn, she divined the knowledge within minutes. She immediately refined her technique to strike a balance. Her flicking tongue beat out quavers and minims raising me towards a crescendo and I became acutely aware of my sex leaking in response. With an uncanny understanding she forestalled my embarrassment by dipping her head and licking the crease of my thigh with a broad sweep of her tongue. "I love the taste of you..." Her words only served to make me wetter still but she just murmured appreciatively and licked the whole expanse of my opened legs. I could have come just from this alone but it was her composition and she now commenced the second movement. Her mouth returned to my sex but this time she slipped her tongue inside. At first she remained still, slowly acclimatizing, but then she began her survey triggering sensations I had never felt before. I thought that I knew my body, and all that it had to offer, but she was showing me just how much I was missing. I was soaring so high that I barely noticed as her tongue slipped away only to replaced by her fingers. This was not the accustomed crude intrusion but a perceptive appreciation of the notes that augmented my arousal. Time ceased to have any meaning and my whole frame of reference was determined by the climax towards which she was conducting me. Her lips and tongue came back into play whilst she reached up to smear my mouth and nose with my own offering as if bestowing the gift of femininity. I had only ever experienced a fleeting taste before but now I devoured her fingers like a harlot. She, for her part, perfected her embouchure as she took my clitoris lovingly between her lips and I felt her tongue flitting, with an incredible rapidity, as she played out the allegro of the final bars. My body tensed almost to the point of cramp and then there was a release the like of which I had never experienced. I cried out with the intensity of it, heedless of my surroundings, and my body was no longer mine to command. I jerked spasmodically as she coaxed out every last ounce of pleasure and when I finally opened my eyes it was to see her smiling face looking up from between my legs dripping with my outpouring. Chapter Two That single image was seared into my memory and all else seemed hazy. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips, and then there was the frenzy and anxiety of getting dressed. I escorted her from the building regretting both what I had done and that I had not had the presence of mind to ask to see her again. In the days that followed I convinced myself that it was an aberration, the result of my personal circumstances leaving me vulnerable, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to know. I was of course in a unique position. I knew her name, Fiona Phelps, I had her address, north of the river, and I had her phone number. I had already impugned my professional integrity and now I was about to compound my felony. Marcia gave me the files of her preferred candidates and asked me to finish up. What that meant, in reality, was to try and get some personal background. Over the years professional references had become completely anodyne with no employer wanting to say something for which they might later be held liable. It fell to us to use our contacts to try and get a more informal appraisal. I spoke to the personnel and line mangers of both the girls and presented my findings to Marcia who looked them over with a raised eyebrow. "Are you sure about this?" On my interpretation one of the girls had time-keeping issues and the other had, on occasion, allowed ambition to cloud her judgement. Marcia knew that I was one of the best at this and she was generally prepared to trust my instincts even if it called her own into doubt. "What about the girl you interviewed?" I gave her my scores and a brief overview. So it was that Fiona got the job. I had no doubts that she was professionally capable, and so I had not compromised the client, but I found it hard to admit to myself that I may have been manipulated. The one positive thing to come from it was that Fiona was now a client which meant that any ongoing relationship had to be kept totally professional. The problem was that I now found myself checking out as many women as men. Over the next month my life seemed taken up with the details of my formal separation and ultimate divorce. Whilst I had some regrets I knew that it was for the best and I wanted it sorted out as soon as possible. The strain of the final weeks had begun to show, personally and professionally, and the proof was that Sue now had the job which should have been mine. Things seemed back on track when I got an e-mail from Marcia asking me if I would handle Fiona's follow up. Many of our clients are too small to maintain a personnel department of their own which is why we provide everything including recruitment, training, payroll and even disciplinary functions. The investment bank that had hired Fiona was one such and, as part of the service, I now had to sit down with Fiona and her manager to make sure everything was going okay. I had been dealing with her supervisor, Gail Meadows, for a couple years and we had arranged four successful placements to date. She was about the same age as me and I got on well with her. We had even done the breast cancer moonwalk together baring our bras for the annual charity event. Gail had booked a board room which had opposed sofa's set in a glazed alcove with spectacular views across the business district. We sat together and exchanged notes until Fiona arrived and took up station opposite us. When I saw her again I felt my breath catch. She was wearing a dark business suit, with an abbreviated skirt, over a crisp cotton open necked blouse. She greeted me warmly and I was not sure whether or not to be disappointed that there was not the tiniest hint of our previous intimacy. Gail had already confirmed that she had exceeded their expectations and now I asked Fiona herself how she thought things were going. She was totally enthused and, to my surprise, she told me that Gail had already made arrangements to move her on from the front desk to take up a trainee investment post. I mentally chalked up this little "win win". We would get the kudos for introducing Fiona and now we would probably be asked to recruit again for the receptionist post. It all looked good for my quarterly bonus. I decided that we could wrap things up but Fiona had not finished speaking. "You could say that Gail and I have struck up a special relationship..." It seemed an odd, slightly presumptuous, thing to say not least the use of Gail's Christian name. She usually insisted that the junior members of staff refer to her as 'Mrs. Meadows' I looked at Gail to find that she was blushing deeply and I suddenly had a premonition. Everything could still be innocently construed so why then did I feel an irrational pang of jealousy? Fiona had a slight smile on her face and I had a feeling that she was weighing us up. For a few seconds everything in the room was very still and I was aware of the odd mote of dust caught in the sunlight. That same brightness lit up the sofa on which Fiona was seated and, as I watched, she slowly allowed her knees to part a little. I thought she was going to get up but, beside me, Gail swallowed back a muted gasp. I looked at her again but her eyes were locked on Fiona's legs. "Oh dear god...please don't." Like the parting of a stage curtain Fiona opened her legs wider and, whether by design or otherwise, the light now fell between them. Innate good manners made me immediately turn away as if I had witnessed something accidental but Gail was transfixed. Her gaze drew mine as Fiona sat there imperiously. Her bare legs, the colour of palest honey, looked impossibly smooth as did the mound of her sex. It was a perfect tight closed casket that seemed to hold infinite promise. I wondered, fleetingly, if she always eschewed underwear but it was clear that Gail was already familiar with this particular shrine as Fiona now made evident. "Come here..." I fought to keep my jaw from falling open as Gail got up and then dropped to her knees in front of her latest employee. I desperately tried to make some sense of this world gone mad. Gail was happily married, a woman who successfully juggled the demands of both a high flying corporate career and raising a young family. Yet, here she was whimpering almost pathetically. "Please...this has to stop." Fiona reached out and stroked her hair. "You know you don't mean that...and who am I to deny you?" I could see Gail physically struggling with herself, the sheer effort making her body shake, but Fiona now had a single finger at her sex with the perfectly varnished nail pointing the way. Gail turned her head a little towards me, without averting her stare, and simply said. "I'm sorry..." With that she surrendered. She began to softly kiss Fiona's sex, anointing the whole delta, until, obeying some unspoken command, she brought her tongue into service. I was tormented by so many conflicting emotions. Anger, that Fiona could contemplate this and anger too at Gail's weakness but, at the same time, I was undeniably aroused. I was also strangely excited by the idea that it was possible for one person to hold sway over another in this way. Gail was licking with greedy eagerness but Fiona looked totally composed. I understood, then, that it was not about her pleasure but simply a demonstration of her authority with the subtext that she could have what she wanted whenever she wanted. As if to underline this she pushed Gail gently away and turned to me with a sly look. I wondered, just for a moment, if she was going to make a demand of me and I still do not know, to this day, if I would have acceded. In the event she did not press the issue. "Gail tells me that I wasn't the first choice for this post so I guess you are owed some thanks. You had nothing to lose if I didn't get the job." I was interested to note that Marcia had obviously already spoken to Gail prior to the appointment but I stored that away for later as Fiona continued. "As I see it I am going to be a real asset to Gail and so I think it only proper that she should be the one to thank you." The implication of her words was not lost on me nor on Gail who was still kneeling shame faced on the floor. The mischievous suggestion was completely outrageous but why then was I suddenly feeling so tremendously aroused? Fiona put her finger under Gail's chin and lifted her head just a little. "I bet you've considered it haven't you?" Gail made no reply but I looked at her afresh. Was it possible? Had she thought about me in that way? Terms of Employment Fiona spoke as if my thoughts were transparent to her. "She dreams of it...now that I have opened her eyes. I know how you like it don't I Gail? Why don't you stand up and get undressed for us?" I wanted to shout at Gail, to tell her to get a grip of herself, but some darker part of my psyche was praying for a different outcome. Again, I could see Gail waging an internal war but even as she fought it she was getting to her feet. As if in slow motion she slowly began to shed her clothes causing me to look anxiously towards the door. "Don't worry. The room's booked for the whole morning. No one will come up. Give me a hand with this." Fiona worked a lever and with a little persuasion the arms and the back of the sofa dropped down to leave a flat sleeping surface presumably for anyone who had to work into the night. Gail looked down at it and hesitated for just a moment before she finally removed her bra and panties to stand completely naked. Under other circumstances I would have averted my eyes but we were a long way outside the boundaries of normal behaviour. Gail stood awkwardly with her arms at her side but I could see that she had an enviable body especially for a mother of two. I knew that she used the gym regularly but she was not over muscled and I could now see at first hand the results of the "full Brazilian" that she had joked about before her holiday. I could feel my pulse pounding at my temples as I waited for events to unfold but Fiona was teasing out the moment. Finally, she issued her next instruction. "Get her ready." For a moment I thought that she was addressing herself to me, and I was at a loss, but then Gail moved towards me. She could not meet my eyes as she knelt down and I had to resist the instinctive urge to slap her hands away as she reached up beneath my skirt. For reasons I could not adequately explain I had chosen new panties that morning and Gail slipped them down my legs. I was certain, now, that there was to be a repeat of my previous encounter with Fiona and I felt my sex moistening at the prospect but then Gail moved away. She did not speak, maybe fearing that the sound of her own voice would shatter the illusion, instead she looked hesitantly at Fiona who gave the faintest of nods. I watched, intrigued, as Gail got onto the bed and lay on her back like a sacrificial virgin. I stood uncertainly until Fiona came up behind me and whispered into my ear. "She wants you to sit on her face..." My conscious mind registered the absurdity of the suggestion but somewhere in the deeper recesses a switch was thrown. My body quivered and the epicentre of this stimulus was my heated sex. I looked down at Gail seeking some sign of acquiescence or denial but she was staring upward as if in a trance. Once again the decision was to be entirely mine. I could allow sanity to prevail or I could be drawn in. My fear was that once I crossed the threshold there might be no way back but I knew with certainty that, if I denied myself this, I would forever regret it. I felt disembodied as I slowly hitched up my skirt and mounted the bed. As I set myself over Gail's face I absurdly tried to avoid contact between us but then I overcame my qualms by using the simple expedient of releasing my skirt. Now that I could no longer see her face my crisis of conscience abated. I let my knees pin her shoulders and slowly relaxed. That moment, when I first felt the warmth of her breath against my sex, was almost indescribable. Her nose grazed the silky covering of my pubis and I imagined her taking up my scent. Tempting as it was I remained still and let her dictate the nature of events but I began to wonder if she was having second thoughts. It seemed an age before I felt the first wet touch of her tongue but, when I did so, I moaned out loud. At first she was hesitant, as she mapped out the boundaries of my womanhood, but it was enough to set me flowing. She responded with bolder sweeps of her tongue and I felt myself opening in welcome. She lacked Fiona's finesse and understanding but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm. Her tongue found its way inside and the crude noises as she began to suck at me only increased my arousal. After a few minutes I was getting almost uncomfortably warm and my legs were slick with perspiration, whether hers or mine I could not say. She must have found it stifling; I was so turned on that my scent was pervading the room and so I could not imagine what it must have been like in her position. I do not consider myself a cruel person but I would have found it hard to condone what happened next. Almost without thought I drew my skirt tightly about my legs denying her any possibility of a fresh draft of air. It may have been a panicked response but she immediately redoubled her efforts and I moved ever closer to a climax. I shifted slightly presenting my clitoris to her eager tongue. She lashed at it passionately and my breathing became ragged as I went into meltdown. She could not read the signs and she continued to lick blindly as the spasms of pleasure ebbed and flowed until, finally, I was still. I was so drained that I could not move and it needed Fiona's presence of mind to lift my skirt to prevent Gail from suffocating altogether. I was suddenly aware of just how cramped my muscles had become in holding my position but Fiona's hands began to gently stroke some life back into my constricted legs. Framed between them Gail had a feverish look in her eyes and her face shone with wetness. Fiona's magical hands were making me a little too relaxed and rather than finding the will to lift myself I settled more heavily. She leant in and spoke conspiratorially. "That's good...make yourself comfortable...she likes it a little rough don't you Gail?" I was bearing down with my full weight but Gail did not struggle. To the extent that she could she began to nod her head and the sensation sent a renewed tingle coursing through my body. Tentatively I began to move with her but once I found a rhythm she remained still. Her wet face provided the necessary lubrication but I was soon freshening the supply. As I grew more confident I paid less heed to her potential discomfort and began to grind myself over her features building up a delicious friction. What I was doing could only be described as nasty but it was the fact of doing it as much as the physical stimulation that was making me so hot. I was breathing hard as I clamped my thighs tightly and worked my hips with a powerful motion. My clothes were going to be ruined, and I would need to do something about it before I returned to the office, but I could not have cared less. This was a different sort of orgasm, a pent up force threatening to erupt with a sudden and overwhelming violence. I began to urge myself on with a series of barely suppressed expletives and then I came to a sudden stop as the dam burst. Pinned beneath me Gail squirmed as she tried to swallow but I was incapable of movement as the aftershocks racked my body. At the finish I reluctantly began to relinquish my throne when I was shocked to stillness by a knock at the door. Fiona crossed the room just as a refreshments trolley appeared in the doorway. Fortunately, the alcove was not in immediate line of sight except that I could see the door clearly reflected in the glass fronted bookcase as anyone there could see me if they looked in the right direction. Without thought I pressed myself down on Gail to stop her panicking though what she was capable hearing was open to question. The trolley was being pushed by a young girl in a standard issue catering smock and she immediately began to apologize. "I'm sorry. I thought Mrs Meadows had this room. She ordered tea and coffee." Fiona appeared unfazed. "They won't be needed. We're just finishing up." I gave a sigh of relief as the girl turned to go but Fiona held her up. "Mrs Meadows...a bit of a tartar I'm told...has she ever given you a tongue lashing?" I thought that my heart was going to stop...surely she was not considering? Fortunately the girl looked as confused by the arcane use of language as she did the question itself and with a mumbled "No ma'am" she left the room. Chapter Three After I left the bank I went home. I took a long shower and made myself a quick sandwich before I returned to the office. I had to laugh to myself as I tried to put together the standard meeting review notes but, more seriously, I wondered if I had wrecked my relationship with Gail and what the knock on effects might be. As if the little matter of my screwed up sexuality was not enough I now had a new problem to contend with. Fiona knew that she was not the preferred choice for the role and that could only have come from Gail via Marcia. Our company policy was clear. Unless the job is exclusive to us we do all of the background checking and then put forward just one candidate. It bore out a suspicion that I had begun to harbour some time earlier that Marcia could be putting forward her own candidates who might not necessarily be the best equipped for the job. It would have an obvious benefit to her in terms of personal commission but it might also go some way to explaining why I had not been looked on as favourably as Sue. That same evening I stayed late saying that I needed to catch up after the morning out. When Marcia left around seven I gave it another half hour and then checked out her office. I would have dearly loved to try and break into her computer account but that would leave a trail. Instead, I rooted through her desk drawer until I found the key to her filing cabinets. I quickly looked up a couple of my recent submissions and checked them against my own copies. All candidates are given weighted scores in various categories and, unless there are very exceptional circumstances, the highest score goes through. I found nothing in the files of the lower tier candidates, where commissions were modest, but in one instance of a high earner I could clearly see that one of my scores had been altered. It was not a significant adjustment but it meant that one of Sue's candidates was put forward. I swore in anger. I had convinced myself that if Marcia was making alterations it must eventually come out but if she was in league with Sue there was every chance that it could go undetected. My immediate thought was to make a complaint to the board but we were not supposed to keep copies in case we decamped to a rival firm and it might simply be seen as sour grapes because I did not get the promotion. I needed to be more subtle approach and the germ of an idea was forming. A couple of nights later I invited Sue for a quick drink after work before she caught her train out to the suburbs. The wine bar was on the way to the station and so it was something we did fairly regularly. I met her in reception and told her that I had tickets for complimentary drinks at a different bar and she said she was game as long as it was not too far out of the way. I hailed a cab but after ten minutes or so she began to grow anxious about the distance. Fortunately I then spotted the bar exactly as Fiona had described it over the telephone. I paid off the cab and we entered through the black windowed frontage. Sue looked dubious but, once inside, she relaxed. The interior was plush and expensively appointed with tables and chairs at one end and a small dance floor at the other. I set Sue down at the table and made a pantomime at the bar whilst, in reality, I set up a tab. She normally drank Zinfandel Blush but I needed to ply her with something stronger. I told her that the complimentary option was a bottle of Chilean merlot. As I poured it she touched me on the arm, laughed, and then whispered. "Do you know what you've done...You've brought us to a dyke bar!" I looked around surreptitiously and, whilst the clientele was thin on the ground so early in the evening, it was obvious that there was not a single male present. Even then, I had to compliment her on her perception. Fiona had assured me that the bar was not "full on" and most of those present were clearly business women. I acted dumb. "Are you sure?" "Take at look at the bar...the far end." I stole a glance as I sat down. The woman must have been in her forties, well dressed, and reasonably attractive but her companion was a complete contrast. In scruffy jeans and well worn tee shirt she looked like a student and her hand was on the woman's knee grazing the hem of her skirt. "I'm sorry. Look, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can leave." "No. Sit down. It would be a shame to let the wine go to waste" Fiona had been correct. As far as I was concerned Sue was straight as a die and happily engaged to a financial journalist but she assured me that every woman was curious, it was just a question of degree. For the next half an hour we sat and watched the comings and goings with Sue nearly having a fit of nervous giggles when the pair at the bar disappeared to the ladies together. The bar was becoming a little more lively and the background music was cranked up a notch or two. In response a couple got up from a table just out of our sight and took to the dance floor. "Look! Can you believe that!" Sue touched my arm to get my attention as she whispered excitedly. All heads turned as the couple began to dance. The blonde was wearing a dress which gave the impression of being a single length of white ribbon. It wound around her body to protect her modesty but little more. Her companion, a brunette, wore a black cocktail dress with a high hemline showing off her legs to devastating effect. They were both beautiful and they moved together sinuously as if telepathically linked. The blonde was named Rosalind and her friend Megan. This I knew because Fiona had told me so. Sue stared and shook her head slightly. "How much work must it take to keep up those looks? They must be models." As the dance became even more intimate I could see that she wanted to look away. I guess that she did not want to appear overly interested but then she whispered urgently. "They're looking over here!" The track came to a finish but this brought another announcement. "They're coming this way!" Rosalind stood for a moment and stared at Sue. "I'm sorry, I knew it couldn't be but I had to check. It's just that it's a little dark over here and, when we were dancing...you'll think this silly...we thought you might be Kirsten Dunst." It was neatly done. Sue was of a similar age, with a superficial resemblance, and she was clearly flattered by the comparison. As though struck by an afterthought I replied. "Would you ladies care to join us?" Sue looked shocked at my brazenness but I could already see her mentally preparing the story of her adventures for our office colleagues. I ordered a second bottle of wine over which the girls explained that they were final year students at university which happened to be the truth. I found Megan to be genuinely interesting, and told her that she should keep in touch with me once she had her results, but a great deal of my attention was focussed on Rosalind. She had Sue entranced and I suspected that she was asking the same questions of herself that I had. She was revelling in the attention that someone as beautiful as Rosalind was giving her and she was beginning to flirt no doubt thinking that it was all harmless fun. When Rosalind stood up, took her by the hand, and asked her to dance I saw a look of fearful excitement in her eyes. She looked at me but I simply raised an eyebrow daring her to do it. Rosalind led the way onto the floor and began to sway to the lazy latin beat of the contemporary dance track. Awkwardly at first, Sue began to join in and she showed a natural sense of rhythm. She appeared to be enjoying herself as Rosalind glided around her but when she slipped an arm around her waist she looked uneasy. Beside me Megan began to clap and others around us soon took up the applause. I knew that Sue liked to be the centre of attention and, as she surrendered to Rosalind's lead, I started to take one of two photographs on my camera phone. The track faded out and, to another whoop from the crowd, Rosalind pecked a single thank you kiss on Sue's lips before bringing her back to the table. Sue enjoyed her moment in the limelight and now looked mildly disappointed. It was then that Rosalind made her suggestion. "Look, this place is a little expensive for us on a student budget but we would like to return your hospitality. We live just around the corner and we could pick up a bottle of wine on the way." Sue jumped in quickly to head off the proposal. "That's kind, but unnecessary. We'll pay." Rosalind laughed gently. "Don't worry. We could see that you are not regulars. You've been nice company and it would be our pleasure." Sue caught my eye. She did not want to appear rude and she was looking for me to take the lead. I got up from the table as I spoke. "We'll come for half an hour. Just one glass." The flat was in a nice part of town and well appointed. It was actually owned by Megan's parents and Fiona, who had attended the same university, had, until recently, shared with them. Rosalind poured more wine and I could see signs that Sue was over her usual self-imposed limit. We occupied the two armchairs whilst Rosalind and Megan lounged together on the sofa. With their legs tucked up beneath them they both looked very relaxed and it would have been easy to take them for lovers although Fiona had assured me that they were not. I was beginning to have trouble keeping my mind on the job in hand. Both girls were displaying an immodest amount of flesh and Sue's eyes were flitting ever more guiltily. In the background Nina Simone was playing and Rosalind suddenly rose to her feet and kicked off her shoes. "I love this song...dance with me" Sue refused at first but Rosalind pouted and took her hand insistently. The wine was clearly having an effect and Sue allowed herself to be pulled up. The song was slow, seductive, and Rosalind laughed and took her into her arms. Sue accepted the embrace good naturedly but the brashness she had shown before the audience at the bar was more subdued. Rosalind danced with a sensuous fluidity. A movement of her head skimmed her blonde hair against Sue's face and a slight tilt of her hips allowed the hand that was resting primly on her shoulder to slip down onto her bare arm. Sue wanted to bring her hand back to safety but Rosalind had already moved again. For a fleeting second, in perfect synchronization with a pause in the song, her bared thigh encroached between Sue's legs but was as quickly gone again. Sue looked a little bemused, as if she had forgotten the steps of a dance she once knew, and she did not resist as Rosalind held her just a little more closely. Rosalind was the taller and Sues head now rested at her shoulder. She looked comforted and Rosalind's hand found its way to her back to trace a soothing curve. I was becoming seriously aroused but a premonition had me slyly reaching for my phone. As I did so Rosalind reached behind herself and, in a single flowing movement, she unzipped her dress. It was done with such subtlety that Sue was not even aware but, as Rosalind continued to move, without missing a single step, the ribboned creation began to peel away from her body. All that was keeping in place was the neutral pressure of Sue's hand at the small of her back. Sue was suddenly alert, wanting to warn Rosalind of the unfortunate mishap, but I then saw the look of hesitation in her eye. Terms of Employment Rosalind must have sensed it too as, unseen by Sue, she smiled knowingly. Sue's hand began to move upwards, falteringly at first, until she finally relinquished her hold on the dress which slid down Rosalind's body like liquid silk. This was the moment. Sue could opt to make light of it or allow herself to be drawn further in. Rosalind behaved as if nothing untoward had happened. She held Sue to her as she deftly stepped free of her dress without missing a beat. Wearing just the tiniest of thongs, she looked as good as naked from where I sat. Her pale skin was flawless and her pert backside looked superbly toned. Sue had her eyes closed, possibly in denial, but her hands were already undertaking a nervous assay of Rosalind's desirable body. As if I were not already hot enough Megan unfolded herself from the sofa and came to sit on the arm of my chair. She showed more presence of mind than me as she took my phone and found the video setting. Once she had shot a few incriminating frames she put it to one side and began to soothingly stroke my hair. I had not planned for this but she stopped after just a few seconds so that we could both continue to witness Sue's ensnarement. Rosalind was still interpreting the music and, as she slowly turned, she rose on her toes coaxing Sue's hand ever lower. For a second or two it looked as if she had recovered her grip on reality but Rosalind enfolded her and kissed her on the neck. Sue's body arched and then the barriers were down. As Rosalind raised her head Sue took the lead and brought their mouths gently together. At first it was an uncertain union but Rosalind remained passive allowing Sue to accustom herself. They broke for a moment as Sue looked into Rosalind's eyes to reassure herself and I caught my first glimpse of her bared breasts. She was modestly endowed, little more than an enchanting up swell, but her nipples were remarkable. Even from where I sat they looked incredibly engorged and I wondered how it must have felt for Sue to be pressed so close. Fitting the deed to the thought she touched her hand to Rosalind's chest as if to affirm the evidence of her own eyes. Rosalind smiled and reached out for Sue's breast in return but at the same time she drew her head down to her chest. Sue's stance was made awkward but she took the swollen nub between her lips and began to suck. Rosalind looked smugly at Megan and the import seemed to be that another conquest had been successfully achieved. Despite my own recent experience I found it barely credible. Fiona had told me that the two girls had a predatory streak, and would take pleasure in helping me out, but I anticipated greater resistance from their quarry. With a momentary regret I wondered if I should have tried to seduce her myself. The thought of Sue serving me in the way that Fiona had done suddenly seemed very enticing. Rosalind indulged her for a moment or two and then drew her upright. Sue did not even cast a glance in our direction. She was so fixated on this young goddess that nothing else mattered. Her eyes roamed over the lean curves of Rosalind's body until she was gently led towards the sofa. Rosalind released Sue's hand and, as if unwrapping a special gift, she slowly discarded her thong. My eyes were immediately drawn to her sex where a tiny arrowhead of blonde hair at the apex pointed the way downwards. The tips of her labia formed a beautiful sinuous pink line and I felt a spectral sensation of sweetness on my tongue. Sue looked equally smitten and, thus assured, Rosalind seated herself with her legs parted. I wondered if I could have brought myself to do it. I had pretty much decided that, at least for the time being, I had had enough of men and I wished to explore the world of possibilities that Fiona had opened up to me. The problem was that I had indulged myself but I was not sure if I could reciprocate. If Sue had any reservations she had clearly overcome them. She dropped to her knees and trailed kissed upwards along Rosalind's inner thigh until she reached the swell of the exposed delta and began to use her tongue. As I watched I speculated about the possibilities of a long term relationship and whether or not it could be sustained on such a one-sided basis. If Rosalind was troubled by conscience it did not show. I could see Sue's neck muscles straining as she endeavoured to work her tongue deeper inside to accept the liquid bounty that was being bestowed. The sounds she made were incoherent but there was some nuance of gratitude. Rosalind looked totally serene and I wondered how many other supplicants had gone before. She made no demands save that, every now and again, she gently took Sue's head into her hands to guide her to another pleasure spot. She gave the impression that she could delay her orgasm indefinitely but Megan was somehow attuned. Very slowly, so as not to disturb their new pet, she stood up and unfastened her dress. It was so close fitting that she had to slough it like a second skin and despite her protestation of a student budget her underwear looked remarkably chic. The black lace contrasted elegantly with her light all-over tan and she stood for a moment assuming my admiration. Her figure was more classical than Rosalind's with well shaped breasts and hips but she held herself with the same easy self confidence. She looked at me as she slowly stripped altogether and I had the feeling that she was challenging me to resist. I smiled back at her knowingly but the truth was that it was taking all of my resolve. As a final gesture she stroked the tidy strip of dark hair that defined her sex to show me what I was missing before she sat down next to Rosalind. Taking her cue Rosalind gave a blissful sigh and her body squirmed as she relaxed into a gentle climax. She held Sue close until the final waves had receded and then, in a single languorous movement, she furled her legs and slipped aside. Even from behind I could see that Sue was breathing hard and the back of her neck was flushed red but she was given no time for respite. Displaying the same coordination they had demonstrated on the dance floor Megan seamlessly moved across to occupy the space that her friend had vacated and it was now her sex lewdly on display. I wondered if they were pushing things too far but I had not taken account of the depths to which Sue had so quickly sunk. She immediately took up where she had left off with Rosalind clamming her mouth to the fresh oyster that was presented to her. There was no subtlety. She breathed quickly and noisily through her nose as she thrust her tongue and sucked insatiably. Megan laughed at her adoring impetuousness but after a few moments she began to direct her as Rosalind had done. Sue was obviously tiring but Megan set her to a slow rhythm whispering words of encouragement as needs be. I was so engrossed that I barely noticed as Rosalind left the room to reappear a minute or two later wearing a short satin nightgown. Megan held my attention as she teased her own nipples which were not as prominent as Rosalind's but made up for it in size. The areolae were dimpled with arousal and had shaded from pink to red as she massaged them as much for my benefit as her own. If their sensitivity was matched by their expanse she was a very lucky young woman. Her chest began to rise and fall more appreciably and, notwithstanding her apparent self control, it was obvious that she was nearing her climax. She encouraged Sue to lick a little harder and then she took a sharp intake of breath as it broke over her. It lasted a minute, maybe more, and I had to overcome the urge to reach between my own legs where an almost embarrassing wetness was craving my attention. As Sue was finally released the room was redolent with the smell of perfume evaporated from heated bodies underscored by the almost tangible scent of extreme arousal. She appeared uneasy, reluctant face me, but when Megan asked if I too wanted to be served she turned to me with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Chapter Four I did not avail myself, although it took an enormous effort of will. I had what I wanted but now I embarked on a new train of thought. The following morning I spent another lengthy session on the phone to Fiona telling her what had transpired and sounding her out on my new conception. She was amused by my story but she warned against trying to influence Marcia. I still found it incredible that one so young could read and assess people's inner natures with a facility that I, ten years older and working in the employment industry, could not hope to emulate. I laid a bet with myself that Sue would be in to see me before eleven and it was just ten minutes shy when she knocked. She came in and locked the door restored to her normal immaculate appearance. The previous night we had probably exchanged fewer than half a dozen words in the taxi to the station and two of those were a sheepish 'good night' from Sue as we parted but now she was garrulous. "Last night, we did some things that I'm sure we would both like to forget about." I paused before I replied. "I have no regrets. My conscience is clear." She digested this and tried a different tack. "Look, last night was...interesting. I'm just saying that it would do neither of us any favours if...rumours... were to circulate." "Sue, as far as I am concerned I was never there." She looked immediately relieved and laughed as she spoke. "That's fine then, we can write it off to experience." I let her take two steps towards the door before I brought her up short. "Unfortunately Sue, you most certainly were there..." As she spun back to me I turned round the computer monitor on my desk on which was running the video of Sue dancing with a beautifully naked Rosalind. Her mouth opened in shock but there was something more. She quickly tried to recover herself. "What the hell is this about? Is it because I got the job?" "In a manner of speaking. Professionally, I don't think there's much between us so I'm guessing that the decision swung on billings. Now, I'm the first to admit that I have not been on top of my game recently but I don't think that the playing field is as level as it should be." I could see in her eyes that she was thinking about acting dumb but she then thought better of it. "Look, you might find this hard to believe but I was not actively involved. Marcia did sound me out. She wants to set up on her own and she asked if I would be prepared to join her. I told her that I couldn't risk it with a young family and she dropped it. Then I noticed her strike rate going up. More of her candidates were starting to go through. At first I thought it was a money thing but then, when I thought about it, I guessed that she was just raising her personal profile to make it easier to poach clients when she left. I told her that I wasn't happy but it backfired. She started to put through one or two of my candidates at the expense of yours. I didn't realize until later and then I couldn't do anything about it. She made it look as if I was implicated and I can't afford to lose this job. I don't know if it swung the promotion decision but I did feel bad about it." My mind was in a whirl following this news. I believed what she was saying, and felt guilty for what I had put her through, but my anger towards Marcia now had more fuel. If she did leave, taking key clients with her, it could take months, maybe years, for the company to recover and I could see my bonuses taking a nosedive. Fiona had warned me about taking Marcia on but even she, with her insight, had no idea how ruthless I could be if backed into a corner. I told Sue that I would speak to her later and assured her that I would delete all of the pictures but as she left the room she turned back to me. "Before you delete them...could I have a copy?" Over the next half an hour I scratched down everything I knew about Marcia's personal life which amounted to surprisingly little. At forty-two she was on her second marriage. She had no children of her own but there was a step-daughter from her first relationship. Her second husband was considerably younger but, following a number of procedures, Marcia looked younger than her years too. She had that odd sort of beauty which seemed to appeal to men but rang false to other women. She went to the gym daily and, unlike me, she always returned looking immaculate with not a single hair of her heavy blonde bob out of place. She had no vices that I was aware of unless you counted over-weaning ambition. I was at a loss. I could no longer use Sue as a whistle-blower but perhaps I could still enlist her help. I phoned through and asked if we could meet up after work. I thought that it might be difficult for her two nights running but she accepted and only after I put the phone down did it occur to me that she might be expecting a repeat performance. I needed to eat and suggested the cheap and cheerful pizzeria that we often used just around the corner. Over pasta and wine I came clean about my intentions to try and stymie any plans that Marcia might have which would adversely affect my career situation. Not surprisingly Sue was on board but she could add nothing of value to what I already knew. The only thing she had heard was that the step-daughter was still on the scene, notwithstanding the re-marriage, and that Marcia was very reluctant to talk about her. I was about to settle up when Sue suggested coffee and liqueurs. This was unusual for her but I had nowhere better to go. She clearly had something more to say but was having difficulty in broaching it. "Are you going to meet up with Rosalind and Megan again?" I answered honestly. "I really don't know." I thought I sensed a tinge of disappointment. She drained her glass in one go before she spoke again. "I don't know what came over me. What happened to me last night was more thrilling than anything that I have done with my husband during my whole married life...and the strange thing... I'm usually such a strong personality, both at home and at the office, I never act like that." Curiosity got the better of me, perhaps because I was examining the same feelings from a different perspective. "Do you want to do it again?" She hesitated before replying. "My head tells me that I would be insane to contemplate it but I feel like I've opened Pandora's box." Wondering if I had presented to her a gift or a curse I drained my own glass and went to use the toilet before leaving. I was just touching up my make-up at the mirror when Sue came in. Both cubicles were empty but she came up behind me and took me by the arm. Our eyes met in the mirror and her pupils were so dilated that I wondered if she had taken something. I assumed that she was feeling unwell and I did not resist as she led me away from the mirror. Realization only dawned as she pulled me into one of the vacant stalls and closed the door. My immediate fear was that someone would come in, although the restaurant was still quiet in the early evening, but Sue had no inhibitions. "Take off your panties and sit down." She spoke with an urgency which had nothing to do with the risk of discovery. This development took completely by surprise and I knew that, rationally, I should have put an immediate stop to it but I was already reaching beneath my dress. The lid of the toilet was down and I settled with my legs parted. Wasting no time she tore off a wad of tissue and put it on the floor before she went to her knees. The toilets were immaculately clean but that did not detract from the sordid nature of the encounter. I felt like a complete slut but I knew, deep down, that it was the illicitness as much as anything else that was turning me on. Sue pushed up my skirt and her eyes feasted on my sex. "I so wanted to do this last night..." I shifted forward a little awkwardly to make it easier for her in her cramped position and then she fell upon me. She sealed her mouth to my sex and forced her tongue inside. Fortunately, I was ready and I heard myself groan. With every passing second of her assault I was getting wetter and this, in turn, spurred her to greater efforts. Looking down at her enraptured face it was hard to say which of us, at that moment, was more aroused. The smell of sex sat heavily in the tight confines of the cubicle and I only hoped that it was not wafting further afield. I knew that, given time, her eager, but clumsy, technique would bring me to a climax but we had already been engaged for some minutes. I was half tempted to call a halt but then I reasoned that she had started it and she was damn well going to finish it. I held her head and was on the point of guiding her towards my clitoris when we both heard the door open. We immediately froze and I was astonished at just how quickly my heart was beating. The clack of heels suggested that our unwelcome visitor was standing at the sink and when I heard a zip fastening I guessed that she was touching up her face as I had down only moments before. Sue must have reached the same conclusion because, in a moment of mischief, she slowing began to lick at my clitoris with the tip of her tongue. The sensations coursed through my body and I fought hard to hold back a joyous moan. I cursed the intruder and willed her to leave but she was unhurried and Sue found a new way to increase my anguish. Looking up at me she put two of her fingers into her mouth and then withdrew then showing me how wet they were. Her intention was obvious and I silently pleaded with her to be sensible but she would not be stopped. I made an attempt to close my legs without a commotion, but, stationed as she was, I was powerless. Her mouth returned to the apex of my sex and then my whole body shivered as her slowly fingers invaded me. My clitoris engorged and broke free of its cloak, giving her a clear target for her tongue, and she did not disappoint. She continued to lick assiduously whilst gently and insistently pumping with her fingers. In order to contain myself I had to raise my feet and brace them flat against the door. Only then did I notice that the heels of Sue's shoes were actually protruding beneath the foot of the door but I was beyond caring. I desperately tried to control the powerful spasms that began to stress my body and I had to jam my hand into my mouth to stop myself from crying out. There was no way that she could not have heard but after a pause that seemed to go on forever we heard her turn on her heel and leave. Sue licked up the warm residue and then, with an obvious effort, she got to her feet. My fear now was that our behaviour would be reported to the restaurant staff but Sue was unperturbed. She lifted her dress to reveal her sodden panties and then slipped out of them. I expected her to tidy herself up and open the door but she remained still with her sex open to my gaze. I tore my eyes away but when I looked at her face there was a renewed hunger in her expression. Suddenly understanding I began to slowly shake my head. "Sue, I can't...I'm not ready for this." For a second her disappointment gave an uglier cast to her features but I do not think her hopes were high. She collected herself quickly and then spoke. "That's okay...but will you watch me?" Without waiting for a reply she brought her fingers to her sex and there was an audible squelch of moisture. She began by stroking her mound, rasping her fingernails through the light blonde growth, but one finger quickly disappeared soon to be joined by another. The thought that those same fingers had been oiled by my own sap set my sex tingling once again as did the passion of her performance. She was like a lap dancer, teasing me from just inches away and daring me to touch. Terms of Employment There was a beautiful intimacy in bearing witness to the bringing of this ultimate pleasure and, for a second or two, I waivered. She held on for as long as she could, desperately hoping, but in the end her need was too great. With a muted, soulful, cry she stroked her clitoris with an almost brutal ferocity and collapsed to her knees as she succumbed to the power of it. Beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead and she was still panting for breath as I surrendered to my own greed and guided her back between my legs. Chapter 5 I was still struggling to find a lever with which to prise open Marcia's personal life but it seemed hopeless. Clutching at straws I wondered if her step-daughter offered a way in. Sue had confirmed that she was still on the scene and, to the best of my knowledge, Marcia's first marriage had only lasted a couple of years. It seemed odd. Setting out to track her down proved difficult. I knew, because Marcia had told us often enough, that her first marriage had taken place on the day of the royal wedding. The ceremony was held at Caxton Hall, the venue for many showbiz weddings, and so it was easy to find the records. I noticed, with a wry smile, that Marcia had lied about her age all this time, but I now had her husband's full name and an address. Checking with the census records I traced his daughter to her university and an online search of the appropriate year book turned up an e-mail address. After that it was just a matter of leaving a sufficiently intriguing message to lure her in. She e-mailed me two days later and we arranged to meet. Marcia always referred to her as "Tee" which I now knew to be short for Theodora the feminine derivation of her father's name. As I walked into Starbucks I recognized her straight away not least because she bore an uncanny resemblance to Marcia. After we had introduced ourselves she made mention of it herself. "You're thinking that I look like her." "It had occurred to me." "My father had a certain "type". My real mother was half Greek and Marcia and she were very alike." Now that she had said it I could see how Marcia could be taken for someone of Mediterranean extraction. I paid for coffee and Tee cut to the chase. "In your message you said that Marcia needed cutting down to size. Why did you think I might help you? "It was just a hunch. The divorce was acrimonious and afterwards, whilst you were at university, you still gave your fathers address as your own." "Very perceptive of you but you're beginning to sound like a stalker." "Look, I don't want to waste your time. The long and the short, your mother and I work together but she's thinking of striking out on her own. In order to facilitate that she is doing things that are jeopardizing my interests and those of others. I bear her no particular malice but I need some leverage to make sure that, if and when she leaves, it is a clean break." Tee pondered this and then smiled. "That sounds just like Marcia. You've guessed that there is no love lost between us but I'm not sure that I can help." "Well perhaps you can tell me why you're still in contact?" There was another lengthy pause as she considered her answer. "I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. I was young when they were divorced but I knew that it broke his heart. She wanted an outrageous divorce settlement and he did not contest it. I think that he hoped that, by giving in, she would see that he still loved her. For my part, I thought that she was stealing my inheritance but I put her out of my mind. It was only when my father died that I took a new interest. I never knew how they met until I went through his things. She was in her final year at university but it seemed that she had a little side line in order to pay her way. It turned out, I'm ashamed to say, that my father had certain proclivities." I raised my eyebrows. Was she suggesting that Marcia was offering escort services? She could see the conclusion that I had reached and she smiled. "Do you recognize her?" From her handbag she unfolded a scanned photograph. It was poor quality flier but the image was of a fully fledged dominatrix. "Oh my god!" The woman was masked and clad head to toe in form fitting leather but there was no doubt that it could have been Marcia. Tee took the sheet back from me and continued. "It gives me no pleasure to say it but I blackmailed her...but only for what I thought was my due." My mind was racing. "Is that all you have?" "That's all. In reality she could probably have told me to publish and be damned; she could simply deny that it was her. She did pay a little but I'm guessing that she had a pang of conscience. The real irony is that I made money anyway. My father kept some other 'souvenirs' and I was intrigued. You might say that I joined the family business." She saw of the incredulous look on my face and continued. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm a financial analyst by trade, and very successful too, it just so happens that I have a recreational sideline." She was a beautiful young woman with a very desirous body but she was hardly an amazon. "Don't you get worried...about the wrong sort of clients?" "I'm very careful, and besides, I only take on female customers." "You're joking!" "No, deadly serious, you'd be amazed what some women are prepared to pay for." I parted from Tee, somewhat dazed, feeling that I must have lived a very sheltered life. I also felt a pang of depression. She had stopped blackmailing Marcia years ago, when she started to make serious money of her own, and she only remained in touch to torment her. She wanted to be a continuous reminder of the misery that she felt had been heaped upon her father. At the office the following morning the news got worse. Marcia formerly announced that she had resigned and was working out her notice period. It meant that, if I was going to do anything about it, I had to act quickly. From a professional standpoint I felt helpless but I was not prepared to stand idly by. Over the course of the morning a drastic plan began to form in my mind but, the more I considered it, the more fitting it seemed. I made some phone calls and then I began to trawl the internet. I found a picture of a pair of handcuffs, printed it, and put it in an internal office envelope addressed to Marcia. That afternoon I watched with amusement as she quizzed her secretary with the envelope in hand. That same evening I collected Rosalind and Megan from their flat and then made the short journey out of town to the address Tee had given me. The two girls knew how to use make-up far better than I and, when I explained what I had in mind, they were keen to be of assistance again. Tee's home stood alone at the end of a cul de sac and looked impressively expensive. When she opened the door to us dressed in her full leather regalia I thought that Rosalind and Megan were going to climax on the spot. In the event the three girls struck up an immediate intimacy and it took all my efforts to keep their minds on the job in hand. It took a little over two hours to achieve what I wanted and then it was a struggle to prise them away. The next morning I prepared another envelope and I would have given anything to see Marcia's face when she opened it but I did not want to do anything that would put my plan in jeopardy. I did not even look up as she sped by heading in the direction of the mail room. The girls had achieved miracles. The outfit was not quite the same but we had recreated Marcia's flier in every detail...except that she was now unmasked. Ironically, Marcia's recent attempts to roll back the aging process only made it easier for the girls, with the judicious use of cosmetics, to transform Tee into her step-mother. All that remained was to leave a time and an address on Marcia's desk after everyone had left that evening. A couple of days later, at the appointed hour, we waited. Tee did not want to be personally involved but Rosalind and Megan were both eager. I had been tempted to bring Sue in on it but it seemed unfair. If it went badly wrong we would both be out of a job and she had far more to lose from that than I. It had been a surprise though to find Fiona waiting for me. She had obviously found out from the others and wanted to join in the fun. Her presence made me feel uneasy but I was not sure why. When, after fifteen minutes, Marcia had still not appeared the girls were disappointed but I persuaded them to give it a little longer. It was almost certain that Marcia thought that she was headed for a confrontation with Tee and, if I knew her at all, she would make a point by arriving in her own time. Sure enough, just a minute or two later, a car turned entered the street and headed towards the house. My heart was pounding as Marcia got out and I could see that she was impressed with what Tee had achieved for herself. She rang the doorbell and I was amused to see her take a step back when I opened the door to her but, to her credit, she quickly gathered herself. "Not quite who you were expecting? Would you like to come in?" She looked beyond me warily before she replied. "I don't think we have anything to say to one another." "Well in that case, I'll come straight to the point. You will hear me out or, tomorrow, every employee in the company will receive an e-mail with a very interesting attachment." I let her wonder about the specifics. She could try and laugh off the dominatrix photograph as a prank but now she was in doubt as to whether or not I had more. I stepped aside to let her in and, after a momentary hesitation, she crossed the threshold. The short hallway let on to a large and tastefully furnished living room but I ushered her towards a door set beneath the staircase. I think she expected to see a cloak room but it revealed a brightly lit aluminium staircase. She was immediately on her guard but followed as I led the way down. The original owner of the house had been a wealthy wine buff and he had spared no expense in converting the original basement into a fully temperature controlled cellar. The open space ran beneath the whole house and Tee had stripped out the shelving to provide for a 'playroom'. When she first mentioned it I had visions of bare bricks and chains but this was the polar opposite. The original walls had been lined with white insulated boards which made the whole space very bright and, as she told me with amusement, had the added benefit of being sound proof. Modular sofas and a small kitchen area made it look like an additional living space and there was a ceiling mounted projector. Marcia took all this in before she spoke. "Tee lives here doesn't she? I recognize her little touches. Aren't you going to introduce your friends" The three girls sat ranged on the sofas and so I offered Marcia the single chair. Covered in white leather to match the other furnishings it was, nevertheless, a little incongruous and would not have looked out of place in a psychiatrists office. "I won't be staying, I wouldn't want to interrupt anything..." There was a sarcastic edge to her tone and I was intrigued. There was nothing in the girl's demeanour to suggest that they were anything other than good friends but Marcia had either picked up on something or was simply hoping to rile me. "It's up to you. You're free to leave but the e-mail is ready and waiting and I've included one or two other interested parties." I could seeing her weighing up her options but she finally sat down. If she was worried she did a very good job of covering it. She relaxed in the chair and looked defiant, perhaps even a little amused. "The picture is a fake and no one is going to believe otherwise. You've probably done me a favour. I know a few people who are going to be salivating if they see it and I can turn that to my advantage." I must confess that I had not considered this line of thought which made what came next all the more necessary. As I walked past the chair I depressed a foot pedal at the rear. The seat dropped to the horizontal with a little more force than I had anticipated but the girls reacted with the slickness of a pit crew. Marcia had still not got over her initial shock as I threw myself across her pinning her in place. Her instincts kicked in and she began to scream and struggle but, laying prone, she was no match for the four of us. Megan suffered a kick to the arm but Marcia was soon immobilized. Velcro fastenings held her wrists to her sides and her ankles to the foot of the seat. Once that was achieved we stood away from her and waited as she unleashed a torrent of invective the like of which I had never heard from a woman's mouth. After a couple of minutes she was exhausted with the thwarted effort of trying to free herself and then she started on a fresh stream of threats saying that she would see us all in prison. When, finally, she had calmed down a little she adopted a more pragmatic approach. "What, exactly, is all this about?" I crouched beside her and spoke softly. "Firstly, do not try to insult my intelligence with a denial because, quite frankly, it is not going to make a blind bit of difference to what is going to happen here." I was pleased to see the tiniest flicker of unease in her eyes before she quickly recovered her steely mask. I continued with renewed confidence. "I know that you have doctored the candidate results to improve your own position and, now that you are leaving, you intend to poach our clients." I could see her preparing to refute what I said but I put a finger to my lips to shush her before carrying on. "I am not going to let that happen." She hurled more abuse and renewed her struggles but Fiona smiled and came to whisper in my ear. Her suggestion was shocking but deliciously nasty. I handed her a palm sized video camera and she framed me from the waist down. When she gave me the okay I shimmied out of my tights and then removed my panties. Marcia had no presentiment until it was too late. I bunched the silky material between her teeth and held it in place with a single finger as she furiously tried to expel them with her tongue. When it became obvious that she could not succeed she began to frantically shake her head and then resorted to trying to bite me but all to no avail. I let it dawn on her that she could not stop it happening and then I pushed the now sodden bundle into her mouth. After that it was the work of seconds to wrap the tights around her head keeping the intimate gag firmly in place. The look of disgust on her face shaded to an expression of fear as she now re-evaluated my intent. "In a moment the girls are going to strip you naked. You're welcome to struggle but, one way or another, it will happen" Rosalind took the lead as she stepped forward and began to unfasten Marcia's blouse. She was seething with anger but she kept it in check until she realized that Fiona was still filming. Her eyes blazed and she threw herself against her restraints. Rosalind waited patiently until Marcia slumped back and then carried on from where she had left off. When the last button was opened she slowly parted the blouse to reveal a pair of impressively enhanced breasts Marcia now laid stiffly, which presented a difficulty in undoing her bra, but Rosalind was prepared. She produced a pair of manicure scissors and proceeded to cut away the shoulder straps. "I'd stay very still if I were you; these are extremely sharp." She clearly wanted to put up a fight but she could see for herself the obvious danger. With the straps parted Rosalind started on bra itself but the stiffened material presented a challenge. It took a moment until she was able to pull the bra away with a magicians flourish bringing forth more muted curses. Marcia had obviously not stinted when it came to her surgery. Her breasts were beautifully shaped but perversely it was her nipples that gave pause. They had a natural perfection, a matched pair of coral pink disks with pert teats that looked almost too good to be true. Rosalind beckoned Megan to her. "One each, whoever gets the best reaction wins." Megan laughed as she came to join in but Marcia was almost apoplectic. In response Megan reached out but did not quite touch Marcia's breast. She paused and turned to Fiona. "Show her Fi". As Marcia watched Fiona took hold of a handle on the wall and smoothly pulled aside a set of folding doors. Neatly arranged inside the large spot lit recess were all of Tee's toys some of which, I admit, had me scratching my head. Marcia was obviously more familiar with the contents and, if the chair had not already given her a clue, the true purpose of the converted basement now became apparent to her. Megan was happy to reinforce the point. "You see, if we have to, we can strap you down more tightly. It's your choice..." Marcia gave her a look that would kill but she knew that she had no cards to play. She lay rigidly as the two girls set about her. Rosalind immediately adopted a direct approach. She licked the tips of her thumb and finger and began to pinch the vulnerable teat. Marcia closed her eyes in an attempt to disassociate herself but her nipple was already distending beneath her knowing touch. Megan did not look surprised at her friend's early success but she employed a more subtle method. Using just her little finger she began to trace a circle at the very edge of the nipple and, from where I stood, it was hard to be sure if she was actually touching For a moment it appeared to have no effect but then her nipple noticeably shaded from pink to a darker rose and I could see dimples raised on her flesh. I watched in fascination as she achieved this without engorging the teat itself and I could see that Marcia was being tormented by these contradictory stimulations. Rosalind had brought the one nipple to a rigid peak and looked set to claim success but Megan was not to be outdone. Still using a single finger she drew a series of ever tighter circles until she was massaging just one central spot. Marcia gasped and her chest rose but Megan moved in anticipation never relinquishing her touch. Who could say what she was feeling but I somehow felt that it was Megan's teasing that was having the greater effect. When she withdrew her hand she turned her wrist in a gesture which invited us to judge. Both nipples were now fully engorged but one looked decidedly more enflamed than the other, a result which Rosalind was prepared to concede. She leaned across and kissed Megan on the cheek. "You win" She turned her attention to the "toy cupboard" and mischievously reached for a shiny leather riding crop. Tee had earlier cautioned the girls against using some of the implements knowing the damage they could inflict in untutored hands. She came back to stand in Marcia's line of sight and slapped the crop against the flat of her own hand. She immediately yelped at the pain and rubbed her hand against her thigh. "We are going to strip you and so we will need to release your ankles. Do I need to tell you what will happen if you don't cooperate? Marcia was not happy being spoken to in this way by a girl almost young enough to be her daughter. She tried to say something but was rendered incoherent. The others laughed but my thoughts were more perverted. I imagined her drying mouth and the fact that any saliva she could produce was going to be richly imbued with my personal essence. It took an effort of will for her to remain passive as the girls unfastened her skirt and began to work it down her legs. They were delighted to find that she was wearing a stockings and suspenders combination and they decided to leave them on. Terms of Employment It was only as Megan began to ease her out of her panties that Marcia lost her self control. She began to thrash her body and tried to yell but Rosalind brought a sudden silence as she lashed the crop down across the top of Marcia's exposed thigh. I think we were all shocked that she had actually done it as we were all rendered mute by the single crisp crack of leather. It was a full second later before Marcia gave a mixed scream of pain and indignation. Rosalind out her hand to her mouth and giggled like a guilty schoolgirl as Megan ran her fingertips over the small red welt that now marred Marcia's pale skin. Still stunned she put up no further resistance as the girls released each ankle in turn and divested her of her skirt and underwear. She even seemed oblivious to the fact that they proceeded to secure her legs a little wider apart. She now looked directly at me, as if I represented the only link to normality, but any connection I had was decidedly tenuous. I saw her dim hopes fade as I let my eyes roam over her defenceless body. She kept in very good shape and, not surprisingly, her sex was perfectly depilated revealing her dark, eruptive, labia. She also had a small, fading, pink scar on her mons and my best guess was that she had recently had some body art removed. I was intrigued as to what might have led to the change of heart. Rosalind was equally fascinated. She began to trace the outline with her finger and Marcia looked as if she wanted to curl up inside herself. Her tormentress continued unhurriedly, ranging ever more widely over the plane of her sex but pointedly avoiding the sensitive, exposed, fringes, Megan, not to be left out, renewed her assault on her breasts quickly restoring the stiffness that the shock of pain had wilted. Marcia had her eyes closed but I could see her anguish. At that moment she would quite happily have visited physical violence on both of the girls but slowly, inevitably, her body was beginning to betray her. When, suddenly, Rosalind stopped Marcia's eyes flew open to see what was going on. Rosalind smiled at her and went to the cupboard to return with a small pump dispenser from which she squeezed a measure of clear gel into the palm of her hand. The gel had a pleasant musky scent and, without any preamble, she began to massage the whole of Marcia's sex. The effects were immediate. She began to squirm, trying to deny the sensations that were so obviously getting to her. To add to her torment Megan took the dispenser and coated her own hands. She went to stand at Marcia's head and then, reaching down, she returned her attentions to the soft mounds of her breasts. The pair of them were uncannily in tune with one another as their fingers glided over her now glistening flesh with the same slow but persistent rhythm. Before long they had Marcia groaning through her makeshift gag and, in response, Rosalind began to graze her finger along the length of her furrow. Almost immediately her labia seemed to swell and Rosalind subjected them to her particular attention pinching each of them gently in turn. This proved to be the moment of transition. Marcia slowly arched her back, now offering encouragement where previously there had been outrage, but the girls were not going to have their fun denied. They eased off a little until she was forced to relax and then they started all over again. I felt a peculiar sense of envy. Just watching had been enough to arouse me and I realized, with a jolt, that I wanted to join in with the exquisite torture that they were putting her through. No sooner was this thought formed than Fiona came up behind me. She nuzzled my neck whilst one hand found its way to my breast and the other settled daringly low on my stomach. The sweetness of her breath on my neck and the sultry promise of her perfume joined with the warmth and litheness of her body to envelope me in a cloud of sensations. I had known this girl for but a handful of hours but she filled me with an aching need. Marcia's shocked face registered this intimacy but it was overtaken by her own urgent desires. Rosalind had slowly worked her finger deep inside and she was a study in concentration as she sought out the most responsive regions. Some particular touch made Marcia gasp. Her eyes widened prompting Rosalind to introduce a second finger and Marcia seemed to be pleading with her to ease up on the ever increasing pulses of pleasure. In watching it was as if I could feel her touch deep inside of me and Fiona chose that instant to allow her hand to slip a little lower to gently cup the swell of my sex. I literally felt myself swoon and I turned around for support. She smiled knowingly and then we melted together into a kiss. I thought I had lived but this was a new experience. There was no conscious thought, no distraction, just a beautiful sense of two becoming one. We were conjoined, breathing one another, and it was an interval of time before I understood that my tongue was making a promise to her. I was lost in the beauty of it but she slowly broke from me and drew my attention to Megan who was teasingly removing her clothes in front of Marcia. There was a natural arrogance about the way she held herself as if her body was a work of art that we were privileged to behold. With feline grace she draped her leg across Marcia's body coming to rest on her chest with her sex just inches above her face. Looking down at her captive she slowly began to remove the wadded gag and Marcia gratefully tried to work some life back into her aching jaw. I feared the she was going to begin swearing again but Rosalind now had three fingers deeply lodged and I could clearly hear the suck of moisture with each movement of her wrist. Megan began to tease her own sex revealing a lusciously moist pink grotto and adding to the rich smell of womanhood that thickened the air. Marcia was being afflicted by widely differing needs and emotions. Her head was shaking almost imperceptibly in denial but at the same time her dried mouth was being tempted by the forbidden fruit laid before her. She wanted to disavow the pleasure that Rosalind was bringing her but, with each passing second, her body was demanding to be granted the release of orgasm. I watched with incredulity as Rosalind twisted her arm and tucked in her thumb. With an assured strength she applied a steady pressure and her hand disappeared up to her wrist. For a few seconds Marcia's body was rigid but then she relaxed and a look of raw lust crossed her face. Very slowly, Rosalind began to move her arm. At first it was almost unnoticeable but Marcia's body language was now more demanding and Rosalind was ready to accommodate her. Her arm was delicately slim but looked a potent weapon as she found a piston like rhythm. Marcia was moving with her, her mouth opened in a partially formed silent scream, and it was then that Megan slid forward. Driven by some primal craving Marcia began to devour her sex. I could see her tongue as she licked frenziedly before sealing her mouth and sucking greedily. In the midst of all this her own climax was triggered and her hips rose to meet Rosalind's hand with a series of spasmodic jolts. At its zenith she screamed deep into Megan's sex and then her body went limp all life drained. In the ensuing silence her laboured breathing was the loudest sound in the room and then she gave a murmur of disappointment as Rosalind slowly withdrew her arm. It felt as if I was in a dream but the three girls reacted as if none of this was out of the ordinary. I trusted that Fiona had shot enough incriminating footage and so it was up to me to bring proceedings to a close but I was incredibly tense and much of this stemmed from some indefinable yearning I was wondering if I could, or should, try and engineer some time alone with Fiona but the others still had mischief in mind. Whilst Megan got dressed Rosalind washed her hands at the sink and then, without a word, they approached. Like a pair of ladies maids they began to undress me. I made a half-hearted attempt to stop them but, in truth, I wanted to know what they had in mind. Standing naked before them I felt awkward not least because I knew that, physically, I paled in comparison but they reverentially took me by the hand and led me towards Marcia. She had still not quite come down to ground and she looked at me with resigned curiosity. In the periphery of my vision I noted that Fiona had picked up the camera again but I was more intent on Rosalind who had gathered up an ominous looking vibrator. She switched it on and Marcia's body jerked as she came to terms with this fresh invasion but Rosalind had a new focus. The device had an additional stem and she began to play the tip of it over her clitoris. Marcia looked posed to protest but it took just a few seconds for the wicked sensations to start to transport her. Rosalind was like a surgeon as she shifted the point of contact by tiny fractions varying the degree of pressure as she did so. Over the next few minutes I watched as Marcia was strung ever more tightly only for Rosalind to ease off at the final moment. She began to despair twisting her body and plaintively whispering the word "please..." My own excitement was such that I could feel a single bead of moisture as it welled from my sex to trace an incriminating track down the inside of my leg. I no longer needed any guidance. With more urgency than grace I straddled her head and settled on her face. I was facing Rosalind and I gave her the faintest of nods. At this signal she pressed the vibrator fully home and used the smaller tip to apply a now constant pressure to Marcia's sorely tested clitoris. My heart hammered as I felt her trapped beneath me breathing hard. I thought that she was not going to cooperate any further and I readied myself to ride out my climax in any way that I could but then, suddenly, I felt her tongue. I changed my position very slightly and was rewarded when she speared deep inside me releasing a surge of pent up arousal. Without thinking I reached for her breasts and caressed the oily surfaces centring her nipples in the palms of my hands. Rosalind was watching me intently gauging the level of my excitement and adjusting the pressure of her hand. Marcia was made to understand that her release was now totally reliant on mine and she was spurred on to fresh efforts with her tongue. At some point Megan ghosted behind me and her hands began to do magical things to my nipples adding to the already erotically charged symbiosis. I wanted to come but my body seemed to resist of its own accord holding out the promise of some infinite pleasure if I could only endure. I reached some detached, serene, state and was only vaguely aware that I had lifted my feet from the floor to press down cruelly on Marcia's face but it was this very pressure which primed her second orgasm and set off mine in a lust fuelled chain reaction. My whole body quaked as the white heat of pleasure emanating from my sex raced to every extremity temporarily robbing me of any meaningful control. I cried out with the strain of trying to hold myself at that incredible pinnacle but finally, inevitably, I had to let go. Only fractured images remained. Megan and Rosalind helping me to find my feet, Marcia, red faced, and breathing raggedly, and, disturbingly, Fiona with tears on her cheeks. Chapter 6 Marcia left the company and, on the day she did so, I cleared the camera memory promised her that I would do nothing to compromise her position. My plan had been flawed from the outset. I could not condone what she had done to gain an edge but, equally, I could not deny that she was one of the best in her field and I had learned a lot from her. It was inevitable that some clients would follow her simply because of her talent and how was I to judge which of them had been influenced in some way? There was also the fact of an immediate personal gain. The company was pragmatic enough to recognize that Marcia's departure would shrink the client base and they responded by promoting me to put me on a par with Sue. The understanding was that the senior post would be held in abeyance for the present which would save costs in total and allow time for Sue and I to prove that we could generate new business before they considered an outside appointment. Whilst juggling the balls of my professional life I was also coming to terms with my new status as a single woman. I managed to raise a mortgage to buy out my husband's share of our marital home and then threw myself into the task of redecorating and refurbishing to my own taste. In occupying myself with all of this I recognized that I was avoiding another major issue. Accepting that I was attracted to other women was easy; in retrospect it explained a great many things about the way my life had been shaped. What was far more difficult to get my mind round was the excitement I had found in the more deviant aspects of my recent behaviour. For that reason I had been keeping Fiona at arms length. We kept in touch by e-mail but there was an unspoken understanding that I needed to evaluate our relationship. What I could not tell her, because I found it so hard to explain to myself, was that I think I was in love with her. Ironically, our e-mail exchanges had only served to reinforce this. I had slowly got to learn more about her and was surprised by just how much we had in common. I loved the way that she flirted and how she subtly teased information from me but I was conscious that we were not confronting the major issues There was the obvious age difference between us, but she had already hinted that this was part of the attraction, and then there was the possibility that I was simply using her as an emotional outlet following the final collapse of my marriage. I told myself that the one way to be sure was to give it a try but that was to ignore the biggest obstacle of all. From the outset she had recognized the dominant side to my personality and she had yielded to it but I was convinced that she was not a true submissive. Was my sexuality inextricably bound to a need to be in control and, if so, where did that leave us in terms of a lasting relationship? I was mulling this over for the hundredth time when she called me at the office. "I'd like to cook you dinner. Are you free this evening?" I said yes without hesitation and later presented myself at her flat with wine and flowers. When she opened the door to me she smiled broadly and I hugged her warmly and it was if we had never been apart. Her home was delightful and surprisingly large for a single girl but she explained that her parents had helped out with a substantial deposit. She had cooked a wonderful paella with a home made panna cotta to follow. Over dinner she told me that her fledgling career as a trader was going from strength to strength and laughed as she regaled me with news of the irrepressible Rosalind and Megan. After the meal she stood up and took me by the hand. She was wearing a very simple white dress and, at that moment, she looked achingly beautiful. She led me towards the bedroom and I found myself resisting. I did not want to commit because to do so allowed that it might soon be over and I would rather the limbo of uncertainty. In that uncanny way of hers she seemed to understand and she smiled as she tugged a little more insistently. "I have something for you..." She opened the door to reveal a brightly lit room with a king sized bed as its centre-piece. Lying on it, completely naked, and elaborately bound with a lattice of pristine white ropes was Gail Meadows who looked as surprised to see me as I was to see her. The thought that she had been held captive, waiting here throughout dinner, brought a strange frisson of excitement but it also threw a switch somewhere in my mind. I had come to understand that Fiona's tears, during our last encounter, resulted from her acceptance of my dominant disposition and her fears of what it might portend. Now, at personal cost, she was prepared to make this offering. She looked anxious as I gently drew her out of the room and closed the door. She tried to say something but I put my finger to her lips to shush her. I could see that she thought that she had caused offence but I smiled and kissed her softly on the lips. With studied deliberation I began to undress her peeling away her dress to reveal the body that I had pictured so often of late. Her underwear looked simple and expensive and, as I slowly divested her, I was intrigued to note that her honeyed tan was unbroken. When she was naked I stepped back to admire her and she stood with no hint of embarrassment. There was an element of vanity in it but, more than that, I got a sense that she wanted to be deserving of me. Hers was a rare beauty and she was presenting it as a gift. She was a delight of womanly curves, combined with the essential vitality of youth, and I wanted to ravish her but that would have defeated my purpose. I reached out and softly touched the globe of her breast brushing my thumb over the sweet pinkness of her nipple which engorged in immediate response. I played for a moment before drawing her to me and bowing my head to take the swollen nub between my lips. She gasped as I began to use my tongue and I was amazed at how natural it all seemed. As I slowly worked out what pleased her most I used my thumb and fingers to bring her other nipple to equal prominence. She sought out the zip of my dress but I carefully brushed her hands aside. I felt an immediate tension in her but she melted as I brought our mouths together. There was no rush, no frenzy, just a long sensual conjoining that precluded all else. My hands explored the beautiful sweep of her back and then moved lower still to take in the taut curves of her perfectly sculpted derriere. With each passing moment I felt a shifting deep inside as if, after so many wasted years, my mind and body were moving into their correct alignment. I carefully eased her backwards towards the sofa and, as she lowered herself, she wanted to draw me with her but I reached out for a cushion and placed it between her feet. As I went to my knees she looked apprehensive and I could almost read her thoughts. She feared, as I had done, that the role of supplicant was not fitted to me but, at that moment, I wanted nothing more in the world than to please her. I gently parted her legs to reveal the delicate beauty of her sex. Her smooth mound looked a little swollen as if yearning to be opened and I caught the first hint of her personal scent. It seemed familiar but was, in some indefinable way, unique making me want to breathe deeply. I moved in a little closer prompting her to anxiously touch my head and keep me at bay but I was now totally resolved. I reached up and cradled her face in my hand. As she looked down I smiled at her and whispered. "I love you..." Her eyes widened and, almost immediately, glazed with tears. I let my hand slip away and then I kissed her inner thigh feeling the thawing of her tensed muscles. I proceeded slowly and, deep down, I was still a little nervous but this was only because I did not want to disappoint her. As I crossed the divide between her thigh and her sex itself I licked a little more confidently delighting in the firm perfection of her mound and this was clearly to her liking as was I was inescapably wreathed in her heated fragrance. My plan had been to tease her a little but we had become in some way linked and my own arousal increased in sympathy with hers. It was not a craving but simply the new found joy of being able to please her.