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The Offer

By: CaroleS32



The offer was as shocking as it was intriguing. 

My name is Carole Symonds and I am a 32 mother of two. At the time this story took place I was still married and I was working for a large company as a regional sales manager, a position that I have since left to pursue a more fulfilling career as a journalist/fiction writer. At the time I was about 135 pounds, which on my 5’2” frame is more than I would like, but I think I carried it well. My 36c breasts and narrow waist flaired nicely into full round hips. My legs were shapely and muscular with out any cellulite. Long brown dark brown hair framed my pretty face, on which my large brown eyes are clearly my best feature. 

It was Wednesday and I was in Chicago on business. I had already been at the hotel for two nights and I had another two before I could get home to my family. I had been in a seminar all day and I needed to get something to eat so I went down to the hotel bar and ordered a sandwich and a glass of merlot. As I waited for my food an attractive woman in her early twenties sat down on the bar stool to my left. She was well dressed in a green silk dress that accentuated her generous curves and ended just above her knee. Her red hair was strikingly short, but still stylish and she had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. It was obvious to me that she was a working girl and I assumed that she was sitting down next to me so as not to attract attention until she found a prospective client. 

The woman introduced herself as Sabrina, Bree for short. I turned to face her and smiled while introducing myself as Carole. Bree asked if I was here on business and I replied that I was here all week attending seminars and then a trade show on Friday. We continued to chat about traveling, hotel food and our families. I told her my husband Drew was at home with our daughter Brianna and I was looking forward to getting home because I hate sleeping alone. She replied that she knew the feeling and I thought to myself “I am sure you do.” 

When my food came I ordered a second glass of wine and Bree and I continued to talk as I ate. I looked around the room and noticed that the bar was getting quite crowded. “Perhaps I was wrong,” I thought, “maybe she isn’t a prostitute. After all she is passing up quite a few eligible clients if she is.” I ordered a third glass of wine, something I rarely do, and excused my self to go to the ladies room. When I returned Bree was still sitting on the stool where I had left her and her face seemed to light up when she saw me. After I had eaten my sandwich and finished my third glass of wine I stood and told Bree that I really had to get some rest. As I stood her hand touched mine and she asked me if I wanted some company. At first what she was asking didn’t register, but slowly my slightly drunk mind realized that she was propositioning me. I was shocked. A woman had never hit on me before, at least not that I was aware of. I had certainly never considered such a thing but still I blushed furiously. I informed her that I was not gay and quickly walked to the elevator. 

When I got to my room I was still a little shaken but as I sat on my bed I was more than a little intrigued. I had to admit that I was lonely and certainly horny. I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed naked. I closed my eyes and tried to come up with an appealing fantasy. Inevitably my mind went back to the pretty Bree sitting at the bar. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her and what would she do to me. I was shocked at what I was fantasizing about, but still my mind continued to play out the enticing scenario. My fingers slipped easily past my swollen labia and into the slick wet folds of my pussy. I could not remember ever being this wet when I masturbated. 

In my minds eye, the fingers caressing my pussy belonged to Bree. I slowly inserted two fingers inside while my thumb started to rub my now swollen clit. My left hand moved upward and began to squeeze and caress my right breast causing the nipple to crinkle up to a taught sensitive nub. I let out a soft moan as I felt the waves of pleasure overtake my body. My legs began to quake as my thumb continued to furiously rub my swollen clit. I pinched my nipples and pumped three fingers in my tight hole while my thumb attacked my clit. The waves of pleasure shook my body with an intensity that I could not remember ever experiencing and I let out a squeal before I managed to put my fist in my mouth to stifle the sound. 

As my orgasm subsided I brought my right hand to my mouth and with my eyes closed tightly I licked my fingers clean. I had never done that before and the taste was surprisingly good. I moved my hand back between my legs, being careful not to touch my hypersensitive clit, and brought more of my tasty juices to my mouth. I found I could not get enough and slowly the fire in my loins began to grow again. 

I climbed out of bed with a new resolve and quickly slipped my recently discarded black dress over my head, not bothering to put on panties and a bra. I went into the bathroom and did my best to fix the mess I had made of my hair. I slipped on a pair of black heals and headed out the door and down the hall toward the elevator. I brought my hand back to my mouth and inhaled my scent as I slowly licked my fingers. In the elevator I lifted the hem of my dress up and slid my fingers over my wet pussy. I brought the fresh juices to my mouth and sucked my fingers like a small cock as the elevator descended. Just before the light from the lobby penetrated the solitude of the elevator I took my fingers out of my mouth and straightened my dress. 

I peered into the bar, which had begun to empty, and saw Bree sitting at a table with a few men in rumpled business suits. I walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of wine before spinning on the stool to look over at Bree across the room. She looked up and when she saw me her face lit up, just as it had before when I had returned from the bathroom hours earlier. The bar tender placed the glass of wine in front of me, and I told him to bill it to my room. Then I turned back to face Bree. 

Mustering all the courage I could I slid the hem of my skirt up almost to the top of my thighs and while the pretty redhead watched I slowly traced my finger along my swollen pussy lips. Her smile got even wider and I saw her lean over to the guy sitting next to her and whisper something to him. Then she got up from the table and walked past me on the way toward the ladies room. I stood and followed her, not knowing what I was doing but hoping that something would happen to help put out the raging fire burning inside me. I was just a few steps behind her. 

As I entered the bathroom she turned to face me and I felt her soft lips on mine. She kissed me softly on the lips before her mouth trailed to my ear and she warmly blew in it while whispering that she was hoping to see me again. Her body pressed against mine, and the gentle touch was like a warm liquid had washed over me. Her mouth pressed against mine and my lips parted, our tongues met in a furious dance of passion and desire. She pulled my dress up past my hips and her fingers caressed my skin sending a shiver through my body. She broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go to your room.” 

“What about your client,” I asked. 

“He can wait, unless you want to do him with me,” she grinned. 

“Uh, I don’t think so.” 

“I was only kidding, besides I want you all to myself,” she said as she grabbed her shoulder bag and led me out the door by the hand. I quickly pulled my dress back into place as we walked past the front desk. 

Inside the elevator we continued to kiss like a couple of teenagers experiencing sex for the first time, which in a sense I was. Bree pressed the top of my dress down past my large breasts and began planting little butterfly kisses all over my neck and chest before reaching my aching nipples. When the elevator doors opened she pulled me out into the hall, not giving me time to straighten myself up. When I tried to move my hands up to cover myself she grabbed my wrists and held my arms to my side while pressing her body against mine and kissing me deeply. 

“Which way to your room, lover,” she whispered. I nodded toward the right and she let go of one arm and led me down the hall topless, her free hand reaching over to tweak my taught nipples. When we got to my room she lifted the hem of my dress over my wide hips and reached around my waist, her fingers sliding along the outside of my very wet pussy as I fumbled with the card key. When the door opened Bree pushed me inside and pressed her body against mine, kissing me hard. Her tongue pressed deep into my mouth and my body responded to her aggressive touch. Her hands were rubbing all over my exposed flesh, from my cheeks and face down to my ass, kneading it like dough. My hips began to gyrate against her, and she sensed I needed something more so she thrust her leg between my thighs and against my needy pussy. I rubbed myself against her while our tongues danced the forbidden dance until my body shuddered with my first orgasm in the arms of another woman. 

Bree was not done though, not even close. She turned around and asked me to unzip her dress, which I did with trembling hands. As the dress dropped to the floor I gasped at her beauty. Her body was magnificent. Her breasts were large and firm like you would expect on a twenty-something hooker. Her waist was narrow with a flat muscular tummy. She had an ass that could only be described as perfect, and hips that were made for something other than childbirth. Her pussy was nearly bare, except for a small tuff of red fur above her clit. 

“I have to taste you,” I said as I slid to my knees. My tongue touched her pussy and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She tasted like the sweetest honey with just a hint of lemon, and as I licked her I was rewarded with more of her sweet nectar. I attacked her pussy like a woman on a mission, and I was on a mission to make this lovely woman cum. Nothing else mattered at that moment. The entire universe had disappeared and all that existed was Bree and I. In just a few short minutes she let out a guttural moan and released a flood of juices into my mouth. I had never heard of a woman releasing so much fluid when she came, but that is exactly what she did and I gulped it down like a thirst crazed nympho. 

Bree’s legs were obviously weak after she came and we both collapsed on the bed. We continued to kiss and fondle each other for an hour, not even speaking just enjoying the feeling of our warm bodies touching each other. I felt the fire inside me begin to heat up and Bree sensed it. She kissed her way down my body stopping to lovingly suckle my sensitive nipples. Her tongue slid down my tummy slipping inside my navel before traveling onward toward my waiting sex. I spread my legs wide and allowed her access to all that I had to offer. She accepted my invitation and licked me from my puckered asshole to the swollen nub of my clit. I shuddered as she went back and did it again, this time pushing her tongue inside the tight hole. A soft moan escaped my lips as her fingers parted my lips and she sucked my clit into her mouth like a little cock, rubbing her tongue on the underside as she did. The room began to spin as Bree took me to new heights of pleasure until the room went black. I awoke a few moments later with Bree next to me. She was spooning against my body and I knew that this was something that I was going to have to do again. 

I awoke the next morning with Bree’s tongue sliding deliciously across my pussy lips. I looked down at her and she gazed up at me with those magnificent green eyes. My fingers caressed her scalp and ran through her short hair as she slowly stoked the fire. I left my right hand on her head as my left traveled up to my breasts and I squeezed them with desire. Her tempo increased and my breathing began to get labored. I was gasping for air as my passion increased. I felt the waves rush over me like a typhoon centered in my pussy and moving outward with an intensity that overwhelmed me. As I came down I saw Bree standing next to the bed fastening the straps of a harness around her waist. 

From the front of the harness hung a large realistic looking cock. I smiled and spread my legs letting her know that I was ready and willing for her to fuck me like I knew only she could. Bree climbed onto the bed and pressed the large fake cock to my wet hole. It slid in easily and soon our hips were thrusting together while our lips locked together in a torrid passionate kiss. My hands caressed her soft skin, pulling her firm ass to me. Then I released her so she could piston the big cock into my wet pussy. I came again with her cock inside me and I felt like a complete woman for the first time in my life. 

To Be Continued...

The Offer



Blackhat: What do you think?

Redteddy: I'm ... considering...

And she was. Lisa was grateful that she had declined the video and audio chat that Rick had wanted to have. Sometimes he could read her reactions too well, and this was one of those times she was afraid her reactions would have given her away.

Redteddy: They are pretty shoes...

And they were. Black patterned with a spiked heel that she knew would make her legs look longer than they are and draw attention to her curved ass. With her black micro skirt and no panties, she would have every man looking at her whether or not she was in the club. She wiggled around a little more in the bed, the sheets feeling particularly good against her naked skin. She was horny and Rick had only upped the feeling with his teasing and his offer.

Blackhat: Very sexy, yes?

Redteddy: Yes, very sexy, no doubt.

He knew her too well. He had been on IM for some time before he noticed her or maybe he had been distracted, she was not sure, and she had been chatting with a number of other people before he had sent her the link to the shoes and asked her if she wanted to play. When she had said yes, he had sent her the offer. The shoes for sex.

At first she wanted to say no, not only no, but hell no and yell at him, but the more she thought about it the more fun she was having with it. The offer had a number of parts, and she expected that even Rick had not really thought all of it through. Or maybe he had. She was sometimes surprised by how devious he could be.

The shoes were not inexpensive. In fact, they were more than she would have paid for an entire outfit. He had sent her a specific list of sex acts that the pair of them would perform, or she would perform on him. In exchange she would get the shoes. His list included four blowjobs, four fuck sessions, with at least one in the missionary position and one doggy-style, one anal on her and she would let him bring her to orgasm orally three times. Something his wife would not let him do Lisa knew as he had mentioned it several times.

The thought of sucking his thick cock made her wet. Despite some of the other things about the offer, she knew she wanted to suck his cock, feel the weight of his balls in her hands as she traced the veins of his erection with her tongue, watching the precome bead up and drip off the end of the ball that held his Prince Albert piercing in place. The tang of the metal and his fluid as she sucked him into her mouth, the slight chill of the ball as it first hit her tongue and his reactions when she moved the bar in unison with her hands stroking his girth. She had become wetter just thinking about it and it had been months since she had last sucked him, felt his soft, hot skin in her mouth.

She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her njoy, the weight of the steel in her hands and the chill of the metal made her tremble slightly. She slipped her hands down between her legs and spread her lips open, sighing with desire as she slipped her fingers over the hard nub of her clit. Without anymore warm-up, she turned the big bulbous head of the dildo so it faced her opening and in a single smooth motion thrust it into her; the shock of the cold metal against her hot, wet cunt drew a gasp of pleasure from deep inside her as her and a ripple of pleasure coursed through her as she pulled it back and thrust it into her depths again, letting it sit there as she turned her attention back to the screen, her feminine oils dripping along the metal length and pooling between the cheeks of her ass.

Blackhat: So?

Such a small word, she thought, to show so much desire, so much lust.

Redteddy: So? I told you I am considering.

Blackhat: What's to consider?

She tried to think how best to phrase her response. She knew that he was setting her up. The four blowjobs and the four fuck sessions would occur over at least four separate meetings. He would work in the oral pleasuring during those, so he would actually get four chances at her pussy, which Lisa knew he liked but which did little for her. He could not seem to bring her to orgasm that way. It made her feel good, but just not as good as when she sucked him or when he was thrusting deep inside, that ball hitting all her sensitive spots, especially when she was riding him or he was taking her from behind, but mostly when he was fucking her ass. No one had ever made her come harder than he did when he fucked her in the ass, and that was a session itself. She had to be worked up in order to get his cock in her ass and that meant at least sucking him, preferably while she was tied down. That thought made her moan again and she stroked the dildo in and out of her cunt again slowly, her fingers rolling her clit slowly, achingly back and forth, her nipples hard buttons on her chest.

Redteddy: Well, it is not as easy as it used to be for us to get together you know. I have a boyfriend and he is here more than he isn't.

Blackhat: So we do it during the day.

Redteddy: I don't have much vacation time at the moment.

Lisa was not going to make it easy for him. She was more than happy to let him use her this way. Her boyfriend was good in bed, but she liked the variety. Thinking about Rick pounding her pussy from behind while she was wearing the black stilettos made her moan, the njoy rolling over her G-spot at the same time. She quivered as another shock coursed through her body.

Blackhat: How about in the morning? He goes to work early right?

Lisa thought about this some more as she increased the speed of the dildo in her pussy.

Redteddy: You would have to quit smoking. And shower beforehand.

Lisa knew that was not likely to happen but she could always try. Her boyfriend had allergies to smoke. Bad ones. He could sniff out a smoker three days after he had been in the room. And Rick was a heavy smoker. She rolled her fingers faster across her clit, the shocks coming more regularly as her breathing became more ragged.

Blackhat: He would know?

Redteddy: I wasn't planning on telling him, but yes, he would know someone had been in the apartment.

Blackhat: Maintenance man?

Redteddy: That might work once. Unless you are planning to let me spread out the payments?

She smiled as she thought of herself, bound to the bed, ass raised up and open like the last time he took her. His big hands spreading the cold lube over her ass as his fingers probed the hole, making sure she was slick. Then teasing her by only letting her lick the head of his hard cock before he took position and lubed up his cock by plunging it into her flooded pussy making her moan and strain against the bindings, trying to bring her sensitive parts into position and not being able to before he pulled out and shoved himself into her ass, reaming her open with a scream of pleasure and desire as he sunk into her bowels all the way to the root, the cold steel tracing a path of fire through her for the first couple of strokes before he got into a rhythm that she was now matching with her dildo, her orgasm, like that day long ago, catching her by surprise as she gasped and moaned and squeezed the unyielding steel, remembering how he had swelled even larger inside her before releasing his hot seed, burning into her.

Blackhat: So what do you think?

Redteddy: Be here tomorrow morning. I will give you the first installment.

She fell back onto the bed, her body limp, the smile filling her face.



The Offer



DISCLAIMER: If you're looking for "quick sex", please move along. This is a "story", and there's something to be said for 'anticipation'. You have been warned!



There isn't a time of year I love more than summer. Warm weather, plenty of sun, time at the shore, flowers in my garden, kids outside. I especially relish the last one. The kids are out of school, but both of them are old enough now that they spent most of their time over friend's houses. This allows me to spend less time cleaning up after the messes they always seem to create, and more out in the warmth of the sun.

It was a lovely July Saturday, and I was tending to the multitude of flowers that surround my front porch. Without fail, there is always an annoying collection of weeds, leaves, bugs, or some other hazard to my lovely flora that needs taking care of. I can quite literally spend the entire day arranging, pruning, fertilizing and pampering my prized possessions. 

I sighed, though. It was a Saturday, and the one thing that was missing was the familiar sound of the lawn mower running in the back yard. Actually, that had become something of a trend the last few weeks. My husband, Paul, had been doing home renovations for a couple of his co-workers since the second week of June. He spent almost every Saturday and Sunday, as well as some weeknights, doing a number of major jobs he'd been offered.

Not that I was complaining. The owners were paying him an excellent salary. And Lord knew we could always use the extra money. But I still missed his company around the house. Despite being married now some eighteen years, I love him just as passionately as the first day I'd met him. And his job keeps him away enough as it is. 

"Actually, that's not the biggest problem," I thought to myself. "The thing that drives me crazy is that he's working for two women." I knew I shouldn't think that way. Paul has been faithful to me, and was completely up front with me when the two women had first offered him the job. 

Erin and Valerie were secretaries in the government office building he supervised during the day. They were both single, Valerie having divorced once, Erin not even dating, as far as Paul knew. Add to it that both of them were in their mid-twenties, and I couldn't help but wonder sometimes. I hadn't actually met either one of them in person, but they had called the house and spoken with me occasionally on the phone. They seemed nice enough and they'd often invited me over to see the work Paul had been doing. I just didn't want to give the impression that I was jealous and/or just a bit suspicious at times, so I'd politely declined.

I was broken out of my reverie by the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway. At first, it has sounded like Paul's pickup. But, when I lifted my head from the ground, I spotted an unfamiliar beige Ford SUV. The doors opened, and two young women hopped out of the doors. They smiled and waved, immediately heading over to me.

The driver was almost five inches taller than my five-six. Long straight blonde hair streamed out behind her, which looked as if it hung to mid back when still. She wore dark sunglasses and showed off a deep tan. The passenger was only an inch or so shorter than me, with a short cut, light brunette hairstyle. The style reminded me of the one wore by Catherine Bell, the star of TV's "Army Wives." It didn't so much as curl under as it 'rolled' under gently, framing a graceful jawbone and piercing blue eyes. Both women wore sundresses, the blonde a beige color similar to the SUV, the brunette an emerald green number.

I immediately felt somewhat self-conscious. Compared to these two attractive women, I must have looked like the typical house Frau. Knowing that I would be working in the weeds and dirt, I'd opted for a pair of grungy old blue jeans and a beat up gray sweatshirt. My hair, which was permed in a loose wave normally, was pinned back to keep the hair out of my eyes. I had mud and dirt everywhere on me. As they two approached, I wiped my hands furiously on a rag I'd kept in my pants pocket.

The blonde got to me first, removing her sunglasses. "Donna?" she asked in a husky voice.

"That's me. Can I help you?"

The woman put her hand out. "Valerie Hammond. I'm one of the women who've been making Paul work like a dog." She smiled easily, and I noticed now that her eyes were a warm mocha in color. 

The shorter woman stepped forward and extended her hand. "And I'm Erin Seaward. The other half of the Twins, as we've been dubbed by your husband."

I shook her hand as well, noticing that her hands were very smooth. I grinned inwardly, thinking, "obviously not a person used to getting her hands dirty." 

"Yeah, I've talked to each of you on the phone recently, but this is the first time I've had the chance to meet you. You're both as pretty as Paul said you were."

Erin blushed, but Valerie took the comment in stride. "Tell him that compliment still won't get him out of finishing the plumbing in the downstairs bathroom." This caused us all to laugh.

I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead, removing the sweat that had collected there. ""So, what brings you over?"

"Well, you know that Paul is almost finished with the work we've asked him to do. And, trust me, he's done a fantastic job! You're one very lucky woman to have such a talented husband." Valerie winked. "Is he that talented in everything he does?"

I grinned and whispered, "I'm not telling. Don't want to give away any secrets."

Erin's eyes seemed to widen with the unspoken 'yes' the comment hinted at. Valerie sighed. "Wish my former husband had been like Paul. I'd be one happy girl if he had."

"Yeah, Paul has mentioned that he was a scumbag, pardon my language. You're better off without him."

"You're not kidding! Good thing we didn't have any kids. It just would have made getting rid of him that much more difficult." She looked around and admired the foliage. "You've done a fantastic job here. Real green thumb, huh?"

I shrugged. "I try." I nodded towards the house. "Care to go inside and get something cold to drink?"

Erin nodded. "Please! Unlike the 'bronze queen' here, I'm not a big fan of heat and humidity. Give me winter and a nice warm fireplace, and I'm a happy camper."

       ******

Once inside, I took a few minutes to clean up and got everyone sun tea to drink. We sat in the living room. I was perched on the edge of Paul's recliner, while Erin and Valerie shared a seat on the couch. "So, what can I do for you two ladies?" I asked again.

Valerie, who seemed to be the "leader" of the two, set her drink down on the coaster in front of her and placed her hands on her crossed knees. "How much as Paul told you about us?"

I sat back and frowned. "Not a whole lot, to be honest. I know you both work with him, and I know you're both single. Other than that, not a whole heck of a lot."

"Well, to start off, I just want you to know there's nothing going on between either of us and Paul."

I nearly spit the soda out of her mouth as I sat forward. "I'd never even think such a thing!" ("Liar!" I thought to myself)

Erin tilted her head. "It's OK, Donna. Trust me, if I had a husband, and he spent a lot of time doing work over a house with two single women in it, I know I'd be at least somewhat suspicious."

I was about to protest again, but there was something about the honesty these two were showing me that caused me to open up to them. "Well, to be completely honest, there have been times..."

Valerie nodded. "It's OK, we understand. We should have stopped by a lot earlier and put your fears to rest." She reached over and took Erin's hand in hers. "See, Erin and I are lovers."

For the second time in the last minute, I almost choked on my drink. This time, however, I was able to cover my full reaction with a cough. "So you're...?"

"Lesbians, yes. Or to be more exact, I'm lesbian; Valerie here is more along the line of bisexual." Erin glanced at her partner. "I never have understood why you can't make up your mind one way or the other."

Valerie shot her an amused look. "Don't knock it unless you've tried it, hon. There's something to be said for both sexes in the sack."

I waved a hand, not wanting to get into THAT topic. "OK, I get the idea. But what does that have to do with me and Paul?"

Valerie took the lead. "Well, no one at work knows about us, and we'd like to keep it that way. Some folks don't react well to our choice of lifestyle."

I nodded. "Yeah, my sister once had a fling with another woman, and my mother didn't speak to her for three years."

"Exactly. Some people can handle it, some can't."

I relaxed a little. "Well, your secret is safe with me. While it's not my thing, as long as you two are happy, that's all that counts."

Valerie smiled. "Paul has said that you don't have a problem that way. Which is why we should have come over earlier and let you know that we'd never even think about making a move on him." She looked sideways at her friend. "However, by his reaction at times, I can see the idea has HIS attention."

I snorted. "Typical guy. There's something about lesbians and having two women at once that seems to run in the species."

Erin shot Valerie another look. "Well, that's kinda the other reason we're here."

An alarm went off in my head at Erin's comment. "I knew it!" my mind screamed. Outwardly, I betrayed nothing. "I'm not following you."

Valerie stood and began to move around. "Donna, because we KNEW nothing would happen with Paul, we've had the occasion to innocently tease him about his sex life. Nothing bad, trust me. Just the usual stuff about 'Isn't it every guy's fantasy to be with two women?' Well, one day when Erin said that, he told us he'd love to, but you weren't into that sort of thing."

Anger swelled inside of my chest. "How DARE he discuss anything about our personal life!" I seethed inwardly. I was going to take this up with him the first chance I got.

Erin picked up right away on my mood. "Don't be mad at him, Donna. He didn't say it in a mean way. Matter of fact, I'm sure if you asked him about that comment, he probably wouldn't even remember it. We've been able to kid around about him on a lot of things. The one thing he always make perfectly clear, though, is his love for you, and the fact that he'd never do anything to hurt you."

"Still, that's not the sort of thing that exactly makes me happy."

Valerie stepped back in. "You know how guys get when you tease them about their manhood. It was all in good fun, Donna. Honest."

The look on their faces made that point clear. Once again, their naked sense of honesty won out. "OK, so I won't kill him right away." I looked back and forth between the two of them. "That still doesn't explain what you want to tell me otherwise."

Erin looked like she has having a hard time finding the words, so Valerie came right out with it. "We want to offer him the chance to be with two women. Sort of a 'Thank You' for all the work he's done."

"What?" I was shocked and pissed at the same time. "Did he AGREE to this?" I spat.

"He doesn't even know we're over here, Donna! That's just the thing. Erin and I were talking about this one night, and we both agreed to come to you first. Before we even thought about making an offer to him."

Erin nodded emphatically. "Yeah. Because, we know all too well that he'd never have the stomach to do anything behind your back, no matter how inviting the offer might be."

I was stunned. For a lack of anything better to say right that second, I asked, "What makes you think he'd do it, even if I agreed?"

Valerie shrugged. "That's just the thing: When Erin and I first discussed this, we thought the best thing would be for me and YOU to be his threesome. This way, he wouldn't feel any guilt at all."

I looked over at Erin. "You'd agree to this? Having your girlfriend sleep with another couple?"

She nodded. "If it made her happy, of course! I'd do anything I can to make Valerie happy."

Valerie continued. "It HAS always been a fantasy of mine, as well. I've never had sex with more than one person before, and the thought of two strangers working on me makes me horny as hell!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "So, you're telling me you want to be with me and my husband?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Valerie, but I'm just not into that sort of thing."

"We kind of figured you wouldn't be. But we thought we'd ask anyway." I was about to get up and escort them to the door when Erin blurted out the next bombshell.

"That's why we BOTH came over here to ask you if Valerie and I would be OK instead of you and her." She looked over at Valerie. "Trust me, I'm not real big on the idea of being intimate with another man, just like you wouldn't be with another woman. But if there is the chance here to satisfy your husband's fantasy, and MY lover's fantasy at the same time, can either of us really afford be that selfish?"

My head was reeling. Erin's words held a certain ring of honesty and truth. This would allow both Paul AND Valerie to do something that might be a once in a lifetime thing. And I didn't have to actually DO anything, except allow Erin to join them. Still, the fact that Erin was willing to make that sort of sacrifice and I wasn't made me feel just a bit guilty.

Before I could respond, Valerie added another thought. "Make you a deal. If you allow Erin and me to do this with Paul, we'll agree to allow you in there while it's happening, so you could stop anything you didn't like."

"I don't like the idea at all!" I thought defensively to myself. I didn't think being a spectator would make this any better. I couldn't believe my day had gone completely haywire like this.

Valerie tried to sooth me over a bit. "Look, we're not going to pressure you into anything that you're THAT against. I don't want you thinking we're monsters! If you say no, then the whole things off, and Paul will never be the wiser."

"Yeah. And it's not like we'd hold it against you. I mean, I have a feeling we could be really good friends, given the chance." Erin's gaze bore into me, an almost pleading gleam in her eye.

I looked at the two of them and sighed. "Part of me wants to throw you both out on your asses." She sighed. "But the rest of me appreciates the fact that you've come and even offered me the chance to give my 'blessing', as it were, instead of just doing it and hurting me." I closed my eyes. I knew they were waiting for a decision, but I just wasn't ready to commit one way or the other on ANYTHING at that moment. "Just... Let me think about it, OK? I mean, it's a hell of a lot to hit me with all at once."

Valerie smiled. "That's all we can ask, Donna. Please, don't feel pressured into rushing to a decision. Take your time."

Erin nearly sprinted over and and gave me a big hug. Maybe it was the entire tone of the conversation, or some dark, perverted part of my soul, but I actually took notice of the way her breasts pressed against mine. "Plus, the three of us can spend some more time together, get to know each other, maybe become friends. What do you say, sweetie?"

Feeling as if I was caught in a riptide that was pulling away my sanity, I nodded. "OK. I'll give it an honest thought. But no promises!"

      ******

That night, Paul came home, exhausted. He'd stayed late at the girl's house to finish up the last of the work he'd been in the middle of from the previous week. He'd barely had the energy to stand in the shower, poor guy! Afterward, we'd had some of the chicken I'd made for dinner. Time seemed to speed by, and the kids slowly made there way upstairs to get ready for bed.

But all during that time, I was distracted. The events that had taken place that afternoon kept spinning around in my head, like dogs do when chasing their tails. On the one hand, the entire proposal went against everything that I believed in sexually. I mean, there had been times when Paul had joking suggested a threesome for his birthdays over the years, but he knew that there was nothing about other women that I found attractive or appealing, at least on a sexual level.

Still, something Erin had said about doing something to make her partner happy, by living out a fantasy, kept forcing it's way to the front of my head. Was I that selfish of a person that I'd deny my husband an experience that most men would kill for? And I could REALLY get off easy! I didn't even have to do anything but say, "Yes", and that would be the end of my obligation. Erin and Valerie would take care of everything else. But could I let something like that happen, and have to live with the knowledge that I'd approved it? I couldn't help that I'd feel left out, jealous, missing such a memorable experience in his life. 

Could I really be so selfish and say "NO"? Could I really be so crazy as to say "YES"? 

We were in bed that night. I could tell that Paul would have no problems falling right to sleep. But I was tossing and turning. This problem was starting to take up all of my time and attention.

I rolled over and ask my husband, "Honey, are you awake?"

He grumbled and responded, "Well, I am now."

"Would you ever do something for me that you knew I would love, but you would hate?"

He rolled over and propped his head in his hand. "What are you talking about?"

"Let's just say I wanted to... I don't know... hold a Tupperware party here in the house, and asked you to help me, would you mind?"

He stared at me for a few seconds. I knew it was a stupid question, and I could see his one eyebrow go up in confusion. "Why in the hell would you want to have a Tupperware party? Does that stuff even exist anymore?"

"That's not the point. Would you?"

"I suppose so. Why? What's up?"

I wanted to tell him so bad, but I stopped myself at the last second. "Nothing. I was just wondering. Go ahead to sleep, hon."

He shook his head and turned over. I could hear him mutter, "And they wonder why some men turn gay."

      ******

I wrestled with the idea for the next few days. Each and every time I saw Paul, I thought about him being sexually pleasured by Erin and Valerie. I thought about how happy he would be, but I often wondered how he would feel. Would he even go through with it? Would he consider it cheating on me? It was at that point that I knew I had to make a decision one way or the other, or I was going to drive myself crazy.

It was Friday morning, and the kids were already off to their friend's houses to go swimming. I decided to take a little ride myself, over to my best friend Fran's house. As usual, I found her sunning herself on her backyard deck, her skin already a golden color. Frannie is a year younger than me, but still very much enjoying the single life. She had her occasional boyfriend here and there, but she made excellent money with the bank she worked for, and had no need for a "provider," as she often called Paul. 

I walked up on the porch and sat down next to her. She didn't hear my approach, as she had headphones on, and the music blaring away. I took the bottle of water she had next to her chair and poured it directly on her stomach. She nearly jumped off of her deck until she realized it was me. She sat on the edge of her lounge chair and toweled herself off.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Scare the living hell out of me?" That was one thing I knew all too well about Fran. Despite her job, and the fact that she dressed like she was a princess, she could swear with the best of people, and was a die hard sports fan. That, of course, had made Paul getting along with her very easy.

I shook my finger. "One of these days, some maniac is gonna sneak up on you and rape you right in your own backyard," I scolded.

She wiggled her eyebrows. "Ya think so? It'd be an improvement over my current love life."




The Offer



I grinned. "Dry spell, huh?"

She nodded. "It's to the point that I'm getting ready to ask if I can borrow Paul for a night, just so I don't get rusty!"

My expression became somber. "Yeah, seems to be a lot of women who have the hots for him right now."

She immediately noticed the change in my tone. "What's wrong, Don? Did he cheat on you? If he did, I'll kill the bastard."

I shook my head. "Down girl. He's still the same old faithful Paul."

"Then what's with the grumbling?"

I sighed and settled back in the chair. "You remember me telling you about the work he was doing for his two co-workers?"

"Oh, you mean the two women that probably wanted to fuck him the first day?" she said teasingly.

"Yep. Well, turns out I was worried for nothing. They're lesbians."

She burst out laughing. I waited for her to calm down before continuing. "Actually, the one woman, Valerie, is divorced, and she's a self-proclaimed bisexual."

She shrugged. "Not so unusual when you stop and think about divorces. I have a few friends of mine who have threatened to go gay after some guy screwed up their lives."

"Did they?"

"Nope. They were both dating guys within the next two months. Some women just can't keep their legs closed, I guess." She peered down at me. "So, you never had anything to worry about. Why do you seem so depressed?"

I couldn't keep it bottled up anymore. I told her everything that happened that Saturday, and my subsequent battle over my dilemma. When I was done, she sighed.

"Why is it that the married folk have all the damned fun? Honey, you're all worked up about nothing! Do you trust Paul?"

I frowned. "Of course I do!"

"Then I don't see the problem. You're not the type who would ever agree to anything like that, no offense. But you get to kill two birds with one stone! Paul gets to fulfill a fantasy most guys would have to PAY for. Then, after it's all said and done, he owes you big time! You'll be able to get just about anything you want out of him!"

I hadn't considered that. "Yeah, you've got a point there."

"Then what's the problem, woman? Tell these girls 'yes' and get this over with. Because, I know you. The longer this goes on, the more likely you are to change your mind."

"But what about me being there? Should I or shouldn't I?"

"Honey, I can't speak for you, but I'd be there watching in a heartbeat! Then again, I'd probably be involved. I've always wanted to try something like that myself!"

I looked at my best friend. "Are you sure you're not part male?"

She grinned wickedly. "If I was, I'd rule the world!" This caused both of us to break out in laughter. "But seriously, if you feel like you want to be there to keep an eye on things, I'll go with you."

I was taken aback. "Really? Are you sure?"

Fran smirked. "Damned right! It'll be the most action I've seen in a LONG time. Plus, I'm dying to see if your hubby can perform with both of us watching him. I'm tempted to bring popcorn and an air horn!"

I chuckled at the mental picture. "You're bad!"

"Yeah, but I've got you laughing, don't I?" 

I moved over and hugged her. "That's why you're my best friend. Thanks, Frannie."

"You're welcome." We stood and she smacked my on the ass. "Now, get over there and set this up, before you get all wishy-washy again!"

      ******

That's exactly what I did that night. I stopped over to the girl's house and broke the good news. They were ecstatic. They were even OK with me bringing Fran along, if I actually decided to be there to watch. We set it up for the following Saturday night, but agreed to let it be a surprise to Paul. We'd disguise it as a small dinner party to celebrate the job being done.

I could barely contain myself for the next few days. Yes, the uneasiness returned once in a while, but I kept in mind that this would be fulfilling one of Paul's biggest sexual fantasies. Also, the thought of having Paul in my debt quickly brought me back around. Maybe I'd finally get that trip to Hawaii he'd always promised me...

I was still on the fence about how long I was going to stay. My thinking was that we would spring the surprise on Paul, make sure he understood that I was OK with it, then head home and wait for him that night. But Frannie kept on me, urging me to stay and watch. Her reasoning was that Paul would probably find it a huge turn on for me to be there, and he would ultimately be more comfortable that way. I told her she was full of crap, and that she just wanted to be a perv and have "front row seats" for the sex show. Naturally, she never denied that! 

Around seven that Saturday night, we stopped by and picked Fran up. She was decked out in a dark pinstriped skirt and matching blazer, with a silk shirt on underneath. She was slight of build, and not exactly what I'd call curvaceous. But her true attribute was her ass and legs, and this outfit set both of them off to the hilt.

I dressed slightly more conservative. It was a hot night, so I wore a loose fitting sundress, with a peach floral pattern that went well with my hair. The neckline was conservative, but still exposed enough cleavage to make me feel sexy.

We walked up to the house and the girls were already waiting for us. Valerie wore a form fitting pair of tan slacks that hugged her ass firmly. The ultra tight white tank top she had on showed off her perfect breasts. To my eye, it was hard to miss that she was going without any underwear, top or bottom.

Erin dressed perhaps the most comfortable of all. She wore a pair of blue jean shorts that were snug without being obscene. Her button-down powder blue top was tied at the bottom, showing of her belly ring. Her hair seemed to float around her face. I reminded myself to ask her some time how she managed to get such a short haircut to flow so easily.

Dinner was a blast. The five of us chatted with the ease of old friends who had known each other for years. I kept an eye on Paul, who seemed to suspect nothing. Occasionally, I did catch him staring at Valerie's breasts. But, when her nipples got hard and stretched against the thin cotton fabric, it was pretty hard to miss.

We had wine during dinner, except Paul, who had his usual beer in hand. The alcohol helped to loosen everyone up. After the first three drinks, I was even beginning to look forward to how Paul reacted. We had moved to the closed-in patio, enjoying what had turned out to be a mildly temperate summer night for the middle of July. Everyone was enjoying an after dinner drink, as jazz music floated from the recessed speakers Paul had installed for just such an occasion.

Valerie got up, and nodded at me. It was time. I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Anyone up for dessert?" she asked innocently.

Frannie chuckled. "I know Paul is. I've never seen him turn down a dessert."

He stretched. "Yeah, but I still manage to maintain my girlish figure, don't I?"

That prompted laughter all around. Valerie took Erin's hand and pulled her from her chair. "C'mon, honey. Give me a hand, will you?" And with that, they went back inside.

I leaned forward. "These two are a riot, Paul! I'm so glad you agreed to do the job for them."

Fran joined in. "Yeah, and I have to admit, you've done nice work, kiddo. I'll have to keep you in mind if I ever want any work done."

He settled back. "I don't know, Fran. I don't think Donna would appreciate the type of 'work' you'd expect from me."

She rolled her eyes. "Typical male ego. Always thinking with the wrong head!"

As she said that, Valerie's voice filtered from the living room. "Paul, can you give us a hand, please?"

He stood and grinned. "A man's work is never done." And he walked back into the house.

I could barely contain my excitement. This was going exactly as planned. Fran and I waited for a minute or so, allowing the shock to set into Paul's brain. Then, right on time, we waltzed in, to find two scantily clad young women rubbing their bodies all over my poor stunned hubby.

His eyes widened when he saw me. "Honey, this isn't what it looks like. They made a move on me."

I nodded. "I know."

He did a double take and it took a few seconds for the news to filter in. "You what?"

I moved over and hugged my husband. I pulled back enough so I could look up into his eyes, while still partially facing the other three women. "Valerie and Erin want to fulfill your fantasy of having two women at once. They asked me about it a couple of weeks ago."

He was stunned. "And you agreed to it?"

"Not at first." The two girls moved in on each side of me. "But, after thinking about what I knew you would want, how could I refuse?" While I was saying this, the two started to let their hands roam over my body, caressing me in spots that no one aside from Paul had ever touched. This wasn't part of the plan, but I went with it, trying my best to ignore their touches. "Consider it my present to you...." I stuttered on the last word, as Erin's hand cupped my breast and rolled my nipple, making it stand out against the fabric. I could see the shocked look on not only Paul's face, but Fran's as well. Hell, I was surprised, especially that I had actually enjoyed the touch! "Go get him girls."

With that, they moved to him and began to massage his body as they had mine. I was amazed that I actually missed their touches when they moved to him. 

They began to move him up the stairs. He stopped and looked back at me. "But what are you going to do while we're gone?"

I grinned again. "Don't worry. We're going to be right there, making sure you have a good time. If that's OK with you, of course?"

He gasped. "You and Fran are gonna watch??"

Fran stepped in. "What's wrong, stud, can't handle it?"

We were at the top of the stairs already, just a short distance from the master bedroom. But before they could push him into the room, Paul stopped and backed away. "Wait. I need to talk to Donna, privately, OK?" Before anyone could object, he pulled me into the bathroom and closed the door.

"What the hell is going on?" he whispered. "I feel like I'm in the middle of a damned Twilight Zone episode!"

I smiled. "Erin and Valerie asked me last week if they could do this for you. I agreed. What's the problem?"

He glared at me. "I'm stunned that you agreed to it!"

I shrugged. "Truth be told, at first, they wanted it to be me and Valerie with you." I saw THAT look cross his face and chuckled. "But you know that being with a woman just doesn't do it for me sweetheart." 

He ran his hand over my breasts, where both nipples were now protruding through my dress and silk bra and a small gasp escaped my lips. "Looks like you were getting a kick out of it downstairs."

I frowned. He knew, but I refused to admit it. "It was just part of the act, honey. You know I'm not into other women." But inwardly, I wondered, "If that's true, why did Erin's touch turn me on so much?"

He shook his head. "I just don't know what to think."

I reached up and took his jaw in my hand. "Then don't think." With that, I laid the most passionate kiss I could on him. My whole body tingled as our lips pressed together, our bodies melting into one another. I had the urge to strip him naked myself, but I pulled away and opened the door. "Now, get out there and enjoy yourself. I'll be right there, rooting for you."

He smiled. "God, I love you!"

"I know." I reached down and stroked his penis through the pants. "Just make sure you save some for me later on, OK?"

He nodded and took my hand in his. We walked out into the hallway and both stopped in our tracks. There was Fran, in the middle of a three way embrace. Valerie stood behind her, kissing her neck and running her hands down over Fran's ass. Meanwhile, Erin was passionately kissing my best friend, all the while squeezing and working on her breasts. I cleared my throat, and after a minute, Fran looked at us, her face flushed with excitement. She grinned lustily.

"Sorry folks. Just keeping the band warmed up." With a final kiss for both women, she walked over by me and pushed Paul into their arms. "I've got 'em ready, hon. You go to work, hmm?"

We walked in and my breath was taken away. A four-post waterbed stood against one wall, satin sheets stretched across the frame. Candles were lit all around the room, and sexy club music hummed at a low level. A small plush couch sat to one side, close enough that a person on the bed could stretch out and touch it.

Fran and I took out seats and waited for the show to begin. As the girls swayed and began to undress Paul, I leaned over and whispered, "What was all that about in the hallway?"

She showed me that devil grin again. "Just living out a fantasy of mine, hon. Valerie and Erin agreed to let me be the next in their threesome tonight, after they're done with Paul." We both looked over as Paul was already on his back, Valerie kissing her way down to his groin, with Erin planting kisses all over his neck and chest. "I hope you don't mind."

"How could I mind? If it's OK with you three, go for it." I eyed Paul again and I felt a wetness begin to slowly spread between my legs. "While you take on the ladies, I fully plan to take my turn with Paul."

She chuckled and reached over to placed a hand on my bare thigh. The slit in my dress had moved to reveal my legs. "Don't worry, I'm a big girl. You and Paul can go do whatever it is you two wanna do. If he isn't all worn out, that is."

Before I could answer, I heard a gasp as Valerie straddled Paul's cock, which was the hardest I'd ever seen it. She slowly lowered herself down onto him, as Erin knelt behind her and guided her on. The short haired woman played with her breasts as Valerie closed her eyes and began to rock slowly along his member.

I was so caught up in the action that I barely noticed Fran's hand massaging my inner thigh. She hadn't removed it a minute before. My legs had separated slightly and her fingers were inching ever closer to my lap. I looked over at her in shock. She grinned sheepishly and removed her hand. "Sorry, caught up in the moment, hon."

What she didn't realize was, I was actually kinda sorry that she had stopped. The sheer amount of sexual activity going on around me had me incredibly aroused. Her touch was only stoking my own fire. A flush had spread up my neck and my ears were burning as if I had a fever. I was shocked that I had an urge to put her hand back and see what would happen! 

Instead of exploring that thought, I settled instead on the action going on in front of me. Valerie was already on the verge of a massive orgasm. Her breaths came in short, quick pants, and her moans filled the room. Erin straddled Paul's stomach and faced towards her lover, kissing her deeply. Her hands glided down to the junction of her pussy and Paul's cock while he was busy cupping her ass in both hands. She must have found Valerie's clit, because the taller woman suddenly straightened, her hands gripping Erin's shoulders tightly. I saw her back arch, her face burying itself in Erin's hair as she moaned out loud, her first orgasm ripping through her.

I could see that Paul was barely holding off from cumming. I was honestly amazed that he had myself. Erin must have noticed it too. She urged Valerie off of him. Val moved up to kiss him while Erin continued to kiss and caress her partner's body. There was a noticeable groan from Paul, as his erection was no longer being attended to. I'm sure it was all part of their plan. Why rush him over the edge, allowing himself to cum too quickly? But I was dying inside. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to bring him to his climax myself. 

It was that thought that propelled me off of the couch and over to the bed. The girls were blocking his view below his waist. Without a second thought, I bent over and took him fully into my mouth. His hips arched and a low "Oh Yeah!" growled at me from above. I could hear the girls giggling, but I was too centered on his cock to care. My left hand gently squeezed his balls in a way that I knew drove him crazy. I licked up and down his shaft, relishing his sweaty taste in my mouth. What happened next shook me to my core!

I felt a hand, obviously a female hand, cupping my right breast. I gasped around my husband's penis as that hand found my nipple and brought it erect again in seconds. My head lifted up for a second to see who was doing this to me, when I felt a second hand slip between my thighs! It was my turn to gasp as that hand easily slid over my pussy, feeling how wet I had become during all of the action I had witnessed. I closed my eyes and tried to remind myself that this was another WOMAN who was feeling me down there. But at that point, I just didn't care. All of my earlier reservations about being with another woman flew out the window. I was wanton with lust, and my body was on fire. I wanted nothing more than to have my own orgasm!

My head came up and I started gently stroking Paul with one hand, looking around me. Valerie has standing next to me, a sexy grin on her face as she tortured my breast. I assumed that Erin was the one with the hand now slipping my panties aside so that her fingers made direct contact with my lower lips. Turned out I was so dead wrong. You can imagine the double shock when I saw Fran bent over next to me, her eyes wide with her own lust, as she fingered me. It took me a second to realize that Erin had moved behind Frannie. The skirt and panties had hit the floor and her shirt was wide open, showing off her lacey white bra. Erin had one hand busy with Fran's breasts and the other one between Fran's legs now! I was about to ask Fran if she was enjoying herself, when I felt my best friends finger slide into me.

My body locked and time seemed to stand still as my Frannie's finger found it's way into my vagina. The knuckle of her index finger bumped against my rigid clit and stars exploded in my mind. My mouth opened and I gasped as she began moving rapidly in and out of me. In the mean time, Valerie had managed to edge the neck of my sundress down over my shoulders, allowing my breasts to spill out of my top. She deftly unclasped the front closure of my silk bra and had my tits hanging free in seconds. She knelt down and took one of my nipples in her mouth! Oh, how warm and gently her touch was, and it ignited a fire over that sensitive bud. My body began to shake, receiving stimuli from two directions.

For just one second my mind screamed out that I was doing something oh so wrong! The thought of being touched by another women, let alone my best friend in the world, would disgust me ninety-nine percent of the time. But under these conditions my brain shut down and my body took over. 

My hand had stopped, and a part of my mind knew I was ignoring Paul. But I looked at him, and he had a HUGE grin on his face. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He slid down the bed and kissed me on the lips. My mouth opened and our tongues collided. Valerie took over for me, massaging Paul's member as she continued suckling on my nipple. I began to moan into his mouth as Fran was bringing me hurtling to the edge of a mammoth orgasm. He broke the kiss and brushed my hair from my left ear and leaned close.

"Having fun, sexy?" he whispered devilishly. I simply nodded, shaking and at a loss for words. He cupped my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. "Look at me." It took a second but I finally focused on his eyes. "I want to see you when you cum." 

That did it! "Oh God Paul, I'm gonna cum!" Every single muscle in my body locked up as I plunged over the edge. Blood rushed in my ears, and I didn't even hear the cry that came from deep in my throat as I had my orgasm. My God, I can't truly describe the feeling. It was like I was locked in a cell of pleasure, unable to do anything except see those gorgeous green eyes sparkling back at me. Instead of easing, my orgasm actually built, running up and down every single nerve ending of my body. I was shaking, completely out of control. With both Fran and Valerie still working on me, I quickly crested a second orgasm, my toes curling and my body singing.




The Offer



After what seemed like days, I slumped, Paul's arms holding me tight. I almost cried as I basked in the glow. He kissed my cheek and whispered, "I love you so much, Donna." I smiled and simply soaked him in for a while, laying my head on his chest.

When I finally pulled my head up, it was my turn to grin. Fran was naked on the floor, her clothes thrown about her body on the floor. Her hands were busy pinching her nipples hard. Erin was between her legs, her tongue bringing continuous oohs and ahhhs out of her mouth. That lovely head of brunette hair was buried in Fran's crotch, and you could hear the slurping sounds the young woman was producing as she energetically ate Fran up.

Valerie was sitting on the bed next to Paul. "Now might be the time to get Erin while she's preoccupied." 

He looked at me, as if for permission. I grinned and arched an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for hon? Fuck her silly."

He chuckled and gave a mock salute. "Yes ma'am." He moved off the bed and positioned himself behind Erin, running his fingers over her shapely ass. Her head came up and she looked hesitantly at Valerie. The blond shrugged. "You don't have to, lover. I'd understand."

But Fran took the decision almost out of her hands. "Hey, back to work! There's some pussy that needs eating down here!" 

Paul looked at Erin. "It's up to you, kiddo. There's two other women here that I could work on while you shut Frannie up." For this, he got a middle finger from my friend, making the rest of us chuckle.

Erin didn't take much time to come to a decision. "Nope, I promised Val I'd give you a try." She grinned evilly down at Fran. "Let's see who cums first." With that, she knelt back down, her tongue back at work inside Frannie.

Paul got on his knees and moved in behind Erin, lifting her ass slightly in the air as he gently entered her. Her head came up as she gasped, her very first cock buried deep inside her from behind. Paul began a slow and steady rhythm inside of her, his balls slapping against her ass. 

Erin attempted to keep eating Fran out, but I knew from personal experience how good Paul felt inside of me. She placed her hands on either side of Fran's hips and quickly gazed over at Valerie. "Oh my god!" she panted between strokes. "That feels incredible Val!" 

The blonde woman on the bed laughed. "Wait till he gets going."

As if on command, Paul increased the pace, withdrawing and ramming back inside of her with an increased purpose. Her eyes started to glaze over and she began a slow steady moan. Fran took advantage of this, reaching up and took both of her breasts on her hands. She pinched and rolled her nipples, clearly adding to Erin's pleasure. It was only seconds later that she pushed her ass backwards and came hard onto Paul, nearly screaming her release. Paul couldn't hold back and started to pull out so as not to cum inside of her.

Erin moaned out, "NO! Stay inside. Please!" He was past the point of arguing. A few strong thrusts later, he came hard. Erin's back arched as he filled her, triggering another quick little spasm between her legs. They stayed locked like that for a few seconds. Paul pulled out with a wet "plop" sound and sat down on his ass. His cock had started to soften a bit, but I just knew he wasn't near done yet.

Fran still lay on the floor beneath Erin. "Figures. Everyone is cumming except me. I feel so left out."

Erin picked her head up with such a blazing hot look that I swore she might be possessed. "Oh, it's your turn now sweetie!" With that, she lowered her mouth back down between my best friend's legs, her tongue actually causing Frannie to squeal with pleasure.

As I grinned and watched the show on the floor, I heard a low moan from the bed next to me. Valerie had one hand on her breast and one between her legs, her fingers inside, working away on her clit. Despite my two tremendous orgasms, I was still incredibly aroused. I stood up, removed the rest of my clothes, and moved onto the bed, pushing Valerie down on her back. The shocked expression almost made he laugh. "Let me help you," I purred. I laid down next to her and kissed her, my very first with a woman. She tasted sweet and her lips felt so soft. I placed my left hand down between her legs, replacing her busy fingers. I couldn't believe I was fingering this beautiful woman!

Her breath caught in her throat. "Are...you...sure... about..." was all she got out before I found her clit and began circling it with my index finger. She threw back her head as we continued to kiss. She was already wet from her first orgasm on Paul, but I could feel the walls of her pussy enlarging as my finger continued it's work on her bud. Her hands were out to each side of her and I was actually enjoying all of it.

A loud "Oh Fuck!" came from the floor where Frannie was still being eaten by Erin. "Right there, there!" she pleaded to the brunette inside of her. I couldn't see her as I was busy with Val, but the moans turned into cries as her orgasm exploded. I liked to think that I was loud during sex, but she put me to shame! If someone had passed by outside the house, I'm sure they would have believed a woman was being murdered! 

This seemed to trigger Valerie, because her legs squeezed tight around my wrist. "I'm gonna cum Donna!" she purred. I grinned and slipped my mouth down to her left breast. That did the trick. Her body locked up and she threw her head back, her ass almost bouncing off the bed as she came.

Once she settled from her peak, we kissed for a few minutes before laying back on the bed. I looked over and saw Frannie fanning her face with her hand, completely flushed and out of breath. Erin lay at her feet, a silly grin plastered on her face. I spotted Paul getting up off the floor and he sat down on the bed next to me. His right hand caressed my breast and brought my nipple back to erect. I simply closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying his touch.

"So, honey," I purred, "how's it feel to be in a room with four sexy women who have nothing but fucking on their minds?"

"Like I hit the damned lottery!" His shoulders sagged. "I just wish I could have lasted longer."

His breath caught as Frannie's hand caressed his dick. "Don't worry stud, we're only just starting with you!" We all looked and her and laughed. "What? You didn't think he was getting out of here without fucking me too, did you?" She looked over at Erin. "No offense hon."

Erin grinned. "None taken. Believe me, and I'm amazed I'm saying this, but I want to take another ride on him myself tonight."

I laughed at the slack jawed look on his face. "Poor boy." I patted him on the head. "Maybe we should have gotten you some Viagra for tonight."

An evil gleam flashed in his eyes. "I'll show you fucking Viagra," he growled. He stood up quickly, causing Fran's hand to slip off of his now fully erect member. Bending over, he quickly picked Fran up off the floor by the hands and pulled her into a fierce kiss. Her eyes flew wide open in shock, but she quickly melted into his embrace. I knew she'd had a crush on him for years now, and she was surely going to enjoy fucking him. 

His hands grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and lifted her easily up off her feet. He backed her against the wall and rammed his penis right up inside of her already soaked pussy. Her legs wrapped around his ass as he began to fuck her standing up. 

"Fuck!" she gasped as her pistoned in and out of her. "He's an animal, Don!" She moaned and held onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin. "I think... we created... a monster!" With the last word, she cried out again and kissed him with reckless abandon.

Valerie was still sitting next to me, grinning from ear to ear. "Guess you're not hung up on being with a woman now, huh?"

I shrugged. "Technically, I was only fingered by Fran. I'm not so sure that really counts."

A pair of hands reached around me from behind and cupped my breasts, thumbs running gently over my sensitive nipples. I gasped and felt Erin's breath on my neck. "Time to change that, right Val?" Her lips descended on my neck, causing goosebumps to form. 

Valerie took my face in her hands. "I'd say so lover." I got a glimpse of sexual hunger in those beautiful brown eyes just before her lips crushed against mine. For the briefest of moments, my mind screamed that these were two WOMEN that were on me. But my body quickly silenced any lingering protests.

I felt hands on both the back and front of my body. Erin's fingers slid up and down my shoulders, back, and all the way to my ass. Meanwhile, Valerie's hands were teasing my stomach, my thighs and my breasts. At one point I could feel one breast being caressed from in front, while the other was being driven crazy from behind. I quickly lost track of whose hands were whose, and in the end not honestly caring. 

They soon had me down on the bed, each with a nipple in a mouth. My chest heaved upward and my moans were almost non-stop. Normally sensitive, they were like a connection directly between my legs. I couldn't believe when I felt a mini orgasm wrack my body just from their onslaught of my breasts!

I felt the bed shake and realized that Frannie was now laying right next to me. Paul had thrown her down and was now on top of her, his dick sliding deep inside of her. She looked over at me and simply panted, a steady rhythm that grew as her orgasm neared.

At that very same instant, I noticed that the Twin's were both kissing and licking their way up from my inner thighs and meeting right at my soaked pussy. They took turns sliding their tongues over my nether lips, causing them to swell and the juices to run. Erin's tongue slid inside of me and found my clit. My ass lifted up off the bed and I cried out. I knew I was seconds away from erupting yet again.

I glanced over and caught Fran's gaze. We were both lost in our approaching releases. I could hear Frannie repeating, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," as Paul drove into her like a machine. Her lips parted and she whimpered, "Donna, I'm gonna cum!" 

I reached over and grabbed a hold of her hand, holding it tight in mine. "So am I Frannie!" Her fingers spasmed in mine as her orgasm took hold of her. This triggered my own, as Erin's mouth had latched onto my clit and I was cresting my own wave of pleasure. I nearly lost my mind as I came with my best friend, our moans mingling and blending.

As I started to come down from my high, I noticed Paul laying next to us, a shit-eating grin on his face. I was about to ask if he had cum inside of Fran, but it was obvious that he was still fully erect. I was about to comment when Val beat me to it. 

"Awwww. Poor Paul, still hard are we? I have a solution for that!" She quickly moved over and pushed him flat on his back, kissing him with reckless abandon. Her lips quickly traveled down his body until she had taken him into her mouth. He must have still been close from fucking Frannie, as his breathing was coming in quick, short bursts. But just as it seemed he was about to blow, Val stopped and sat back.

"What the fuck..." he began to complain. But Val just put a finger over his lips. 

"Hush, stud. I have something better in mind." She reached over and took hold of Erin's hand. "I wanna see you make him cum, sweetie."

I could see the hesitation on her face. She had just had her first fuck and now Val was urging her to suck her first cock. Val saw this too and whispered, "It's OK hon. I won't push you. I love you too much for that."

Erin shook her head and took Paul's member in her hands, seeming almost unsure what to do with it. "No, I wanna try it. But I'm gonna need your help."

Val smiled and kissed her deeply. "It's easy. First off start off by kissing the tip to get a taste."

Paul groaned as Erin kissed his penis a few times, applying more pressure with each kiss. She moved up and down his shaft as Val was gently fondling his balls. My poor baby was being tortured. I was loving every second!

"Now take just the tip in your mouth. Don't try to take too much as first."

Erin did as instructed, her eyes closing as she took maybe an inch into her mouth. Paul's hips lifted up off the bed and he grunted again. This gave the young lesbian encouragement and she took more of him, starting to bob up and down on him.

"You're doing great, sexy." She gave an evil grin as she looked up at Paul. "How's that feel big guy?"

He grinned, looking down at the sight of the two women concentrating on him. "She's a natural, Val." He grunted again as Erin took almost all of him down her throat. "Fuck, but she's gonna make me cum quick if she keeps that up!"

Val caressed Erin's ass as she pulled off of him for a second. "Sorry," the young brunette said, looking worried.

Val kissed her. "You're doing great. But seeing as how this is her first time, Paul, let me know just before you're about to blow."

He nodded. "I'll do my best."

Erin went back to work on him, her head bobbing up and down as she drove my husband crazy. Amazingly, despite having already had three orgasms of my own already, I was getting even wetter watching.

It didn't take long before Paul's grunts became ragged. "I'm gonna blow Erin..."

Val put her hands on Erin's shoulders and eased her up. "Let me finish this sweetheart." With that, she took Paul deep and started to milk his cock like a champion.

Paul snorted and I knew he was seconds from cumming. I quickly moved up and kissed him deeply. I could feel him moaning into my mouth, our tongues dancing as Val brought him over the edge. His ass lifted completely off the bed as he blew into her mouth. I knew all too well how good he tasted when he came, and I was suddenly very jealous of Valerie.

She gently eased him down, completely cleaning him off of every last drop of semen. He sagged back onto the mattress, spent.

She grinned and patted his thigh. "Poor guy. We wore him out." She suddenly glared over at Frannie, how had been quietly fingering herself slowly during the entire blow job. "But now I'm all worked up. Time for me to get some action for myself!" Like a crazed animal, she nearly launched herself to Fran, their bodies crushing together as they kissed madly. 

Erin giggled. "Oh I know how THAT feels. She's super horny now, Frannie. Watch yourself!" Fran's only response was a quick whimper as Val's finger entered her pussy.

Erin wasn't paying attention as I reached out and slid a finger deep into her pussy. She gasped loudly in surprise. I slithered up and kissed her deeply, tasting Paul as our tongues danced. I was good and worked up once again, and seeing as how I hadn't had my first taste of pussy, I decided to make Erin my first time.

I pushed her back onto the bed and kept slowly fingering her as my mouth descended towards her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and slowly sucked on it, savoring how her nipple shriveled up between my lips. She must have really been worked up, because her pussy lips clamped down on my finger and she cried out in ecstasy.

Once again I felt the bed shake and looked over to see Valerie and Frannie making out like mad. It was almost as though they were fighting over who was going to bring whom to an orgasm first. However, it didn't take long before they decided on a good old fashioned sixty-nine, with Val on top, her head buried between my friend's legs as Frannie was returning the favor.

Erin moaned as she saw what was happening too. "That is SO HOT!" She was cut short as my tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy. The air was heavily scented with female musk as three kitties were being eaten at once. I slid two fingers deep inside of her as I sucked on her clit and flicked the tip with my tongue. Erin was bouncing all over the bed as I brought her closer to her second orgasm. She nearly screamed as her body locked. Her hands flew up to her breasts and tugged roughly on her nipples. She tasted so sweet and I just couldn't get enough. I lapped up every last ounce of wetness that flowed from her even as I created more from her. She was panting heavily. I knew she was almost going over the edge again. I teased a finger just a bit into her ass and she lost her mind. It was as if she had been electrocuted. She thrashed about and moaned so loud that even Val and Fran stopped to watch. 

As I let her down gently, she got a round of applause from Paul, Val and Frannie. She blushed deeply as her breathing slowed.

The other two women quickly went back to work and it was turning into a race to see who was going to get who off first. Erin rolled over and played with Val's nipples, causing her back to arch. I evened things out by sucking on Frannie's nipples, making her squirm and constantly lose her concentration on eating Val.

After five good solid minutes, Frannie couldn't hold out anymore and screamed through a powerful orgasm. This triggered Valerie, who also locked up a moment later with her own orgasm. The four of us collapsed on the bed together, exhausted but happy. 

Val and Erin gently played with my nipples, seeming to never get enough of turning someone on. Val moved up and kissed me deeply. 

"Thank you for saying yes to all of this, Donna. This has been a night I doubt I'll ever forget!"

Erin did likewise, kissing me so passionately that I thought I might orgasm again simply from her lip lock. "Feel free to come over anytime and play again."

I smiled, still jumping at the touch of the Twins on my breasts. All of a sudden I heard Paul clear his throat. "We're not done ladies. There's someone here I haven't fucked yet tonight." With that, my husband pulled me up into a smothering embrace. Despite everything that I had experienced this night, I still wanted to fuck him silly.

I pushed him back onto the bed and grinned evilly down at him as I straddled his once more erect penis. Not wanted to waste anymore time, I impaled myself down on him and gasped as he sunk deep inside of me. I leaned forward to kiss him, rocking my hips back and forth, when I saw him grin back at me with an evil smile. I felt hands pulling me back upright so that I was still on top of him. Erin and Valerie were on either side of me and started to move me up and down on him. Their hands roamed over my body and set fire to my already inflamed skin. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Frannie straddled Paul's chest and faced me. "C'mon big guy. Let's fuck the wifey together!" She slid forward and kissed me deeply, her hands finding my clit as it slid against Paul's erection. I ground down onto him every time she flicked my overly sensitive bud. I noticed her jumped every few seconds as well. Seemed that Paul slid his unoccupied hands under her legs and was fingering her. Her eyes closed but she didn't let up on driving me crazy.

Just when I thought I couldn't take the sensory overload, I felt two warm mouths latch onto my nipples. Erin and Val started sucking on my breasts like they were starving, driving me even higher. I didn't know which way to turn and raced towards my orgasm. My moans filled the room, but no one let up. My hair was plastered to my head and I was panting non stop.

Frannie's fingers let up for a moment as she neared her orgasm. She supported her hands on my shoulders and closed her eyes as she moaned. I kissed her deeply and she went over the edge. She rolled off of Paul, contented and satisfied. 

The twins continued assaulting my breasts, but moved so that Paul could finger each one of them as well. I reached out and fondled one breast from each woman while still moving up and down on Paul. Almost as the same instant, they both climaxed, their mouths clamping down on my nipples as they came.

I looked down at Paul and could see he was close. I nodded and really ground against him. That did the trick. With a grunt, he blew deep inside of me. This triggered the biggest orgasm I'd had all night. I screamed until my throat was raw. I finally collapsed on top of him, kissing him deeply. What a way to end an evening!




The Offer



1. The Bait. 

The casino was busy tonight, but then it always was during the season. And the season in the Bahamas lasted pretty well all year. Anna Volkova had taken it on in part-payment of a business debt and ran it as a side-line. But like all of her enterprises, side-lines or not, it made a lot of money. The staff knew little about Anna, or Madam Volkova, as she was always known to them., other than that she was a good boss to work for provided that they did their jobs to the best of their abilities and did not try to cheat her. One or two had over the years, much to their cost: retribution had been swift. Not that Madam was cruel or brutal: she did not even fire the members of staff concerned but let us say that her retribution was inventive. 

All of her employees' contracts had a clause somewhere in the small print that said something along the lines of: "Management reserves the right to transfer those guilty of offences against, or actions injurious to, the company. This transfer will be to other employment and will be for as long as management deems fit; no notice of redeployment needs be given." 

This redeployment was more feared than dismissal or even criminal proceedings: take the case of the blackjack dealer who had thought that he could get away with fixing the deck and dealing winning hands to his accomplice. It would have worked if they had run the scam only once but they became greedy and repeated it eleven times over a month. 

They had been conducted to the security office where they were shown CCTV footage of each win. The dealer was stunned: he did not know that the camera existed and had immediately confessed everything to Madam Volkova, who had flown in especially from Singapore. She had smiled and nodded in an understanding sort of way. The rogue dealer, who had expected her to be upset and abusive, was surprised when his accomplice was offered a choice between working for the organisation or facing criminal proceedings. Without thinking, he had signed the contract. They had then spent the next four years working twelve hour shifts onboard a factory ship which was part of a deep sea fishing fleet before returning to the Bahamas and the casino... Such was Madam's sense of justice. 

The Volkova business empire was very complex, large, exotic and diverse: it literally had branches everywhere. She was not a control freak, but believed in hands on management and made snap inspections without warning and liked to visit every part of her organisation at least twice a year: she worked hard; but played hard also. No one knew a great deal about her: they knew that she was Russian and loathed President Vladimir Putin but that was about it. Her actual background was known only to very few. So it was when Molly and Tom Talbot flew in for their holiday. 

Tom was twenty four, Molly a year younger and they had married while at University three years earlier. The Holiday had been Molly's Dad's idea and he had paid for it as a sort of belated Wedding present. The pressure of completing their degrees, then setting up a home and starting their new jobs meant that they had not even had a honeymoon. 

There was nothing outstanding about either of them to look at; Molly was a slim red head who at five foot nine was two inches taller than fair-haired Tom. She was attractive but not in a conventionally beautiful way and was well built, although she wished that her breasts were more prominent than 34B. Tom had handsome delicate features and was small boned. They were happily married but had put off starting a family until after they became established in their careers. A mistake that a lot of couples make. 

They had spent the first few days, lounging on the beachs or seeing the sights and the evenings visiting the various bars and clubs: it was Wednesday before the found their way into the casino. Molly liked a flutter, but Tom was not so keen and kept pointing out to her that they couldn't afford to lose anything. Molly had just smiled and headed for the pontoon table: her husband joined the spectators and stood behind her watching. 

She made minimum bets, but her eyes were everywhere, and registered every card. Each time she won Tom made an appreciative comment but when she lost he groaned. She was about thirty Bahamian Dollars down when she turned to Tom. "Darling, be an angel and go get me a drink: just tonic water, nothing else, it helps me concentrate." 

Tom nodded and headed to the nearest bar: drinks prices in the casino were really cheap: alcohol made the patrons take risks and most risks worked in the house's favour. 

Tom ordered a large tonic water and a double Irish whiskey and when the barman asked if he would like anything in the tonic, he said "No!" 

He trotted back to the table and was just in time to be horrified to see Molly stake B$100 on a ten . On the second round Molly received a Queen. She ignored the other five players. 

The dealer looked around: "House pays twenties!" She announced and Molly had doubled her money. Tom cheered. 

She thanked Tom for the drink. "Helps me to concentrate." She said again as she drank some of it and grimaced at the sharp taste of quinine. 

Then it was back to minimum bets for several hands when Molly staked B$100 on a four. Tom looked at Molly, her face was expressionless. 

The dealer dealt and Molly received a two, but when the dealer declared Pontoon, he was surprised to see his wife smile slightly as the other players all folded. She bought the next two cards for B$100 each, and twisted a six as her final card. 

The Dealer looked at Molly uneasily and announced: "House pays five card tricks only!" 

Molly showed her cards which added up to eighteen and received three hundred dollars. Tom was not the only one to cheer this time, and as Molly played on, a crowd began to gather and the table rapidly achieved its maximum of seven players. The pattern continued but Molly was now making more frequent B$100 bets: each one a winner and the money rolled in. 

As it so happened, Anna Volkova was in the casino that night: she had arrived without warning two days before and was clearly looking for something, although she did not confide in the staff who did not dare question her as to what it was she was seeking. She was up in the security gallery, the raised corridor that ran round the outside of each of the playing rooms, bars and restaurants, but was hidden from them by large mirrored windows. She was deep in thought while appearing to watch one of the roulette tables when a tall, heavily built black man, one of the Security team, came hurrying up to her. 

"Excuse me, Madam." The man said respectfully. 

She snapped out of her reverie instantly, looked at him and smiled, then gently reached up and straightened his bow tie. "Yes, Winston, how may I help you?" She said returning the respect. 

"Madam, we believe that there is a card-counter at work at the pontoon table." He said quietly. 

The small, slim blonde woman looked up at him with a sparkle in her ice-blue eyes. She answered with only a slight hint of a native Russian accent. "Amateur or professional?" 

Winston smiled back, relieved that the woman did not mind being disturbed. 

"Amateur, Madam, she never stakes more than a hundred dollars. With her skill, a professional would be staking the house limit." 

The Russian woman nodded her agreement and still smiling said: "Show her to me, please!" 

Winston lead the way along the heavily carpeted gallery, with its dim lighting, them right at the 'Tee' junction and into the section that passed between two of the large rooms and had windows on both sides. He stopped at the closest point to the casino's sole pontoon table. He looked down and indicated a woman. "That's her: the slim red head in her early twenties." He said. 

Anna looked and as she did so the woman won another B$100 of her money. Anna smiled: the woman, who was scarcely more than a girl, had a pale complexion and hair that reached down to her shoulder blades. Attractive, but not an outstanding beauty.  

"The fair-haired man behind her is either her boyfriend or husband: he's a couple of inches shorter than she is." The security man added quietly. 

Madam shifted her gaze to the slim blonde man with the boyish, handsome face. He was about the same age as the girl. She watched the pair for several minutes and her expression became calculating. Suddenly her eyes seemed to light up as she said:  

"Bingo!" very quietly. 

"Madam, you want us to turf them out?" Winston asked. 

Anna laughed. "No, they're not cheating or breaking the rules, and besides she is drawing quite an audience. Its good for the crowd to see a winner: it makes them want to play even more. Get the bar staff to serve complementary Champaign... Tell the crowd its to celebrate the lady's winning streak: follow it with a round of strong cocktails. I want to get plenty of alcohol into them before they start playing." 

Winston began to mutter instructions into his lapel mic and presently mini-skirted cocktail waitresses were plying the crowd with complementary drinks. After ten minutes the onlookers were becoming more enthusiastic. 

Madam carried on watching, never taking her eyes off the young couple. "Who's the dealer?" She asked absently. 

"Bianca-Sebastiana, Madam, she's worked here for three years." Winston answered. 

"She's been working hard, send a replacement down and give her an early break... best to check that it isn't a scam!" 

Again the security man muttered into his lapel mic and after a few minutes, an elderly grey-haired man wearing a dinner jacket walked up to the dealer and whispered something to her. She nodded gratefully and handed the table over to him. 

The red-head carried on playing as if nothing had happened, winning another B$200 shortly afterwards. 

An hour later, Madam was still watching when suddenly, the woman moved away from the table: she had made a mistake and lost a hundred. She clearly knew when she was getting tired. 

"Winston, I would like to meet them, send a couple of your ladies down to invite them to my private dining-room tell them I would like to congratulate them and celebrate their win and won't take no for an answer." 

* * * * * 

Tom and Molly were more than a little confused as the two smartly dressed ladies escorted them through the casino and on through a green baize door marked 'private'. They had been told that "Madam" wished to congratulate them personally, but were still more than a little afraid of what was going to happen. Both believed that 'The Mob' ran casinos and that they were really in trouble now. 

It goes without saying that the last person they expected to meet was a small Russian lady wearing a Dior evening gown. 

"Good evening to you both, I am Anna Volkova, owner of this establishment." She announced as she moved over to shake hands with them. "May I be the first to congratulate you on your winning streak?" 

"Tom Talbot!" He announced nervously as he shook hands with the small imposing woman. He was only five foot seven but he seemed to tower over her. 

"And I'm Molly Talbot." The red-head said defensively. "We haven't broken the rules, have we?" 

The small woman laughed. "Boge moi! No." She answered emphatically. "Quite the reverse in fact: the interest in your winning streak means that people will try to emulate you, business is already up on the blackjack tables. I've probably already taken more because of your win than it has cost me!" 

A waitress appeared with three Champaign flutes on a silver tray and Madam drank the health of the winners. She then conducted them to her table which was set for three and bade them be seated. 

Molly deposited a pile of casino tiles and chips on the table before she sat down. 

"Ah," said Anna, " let me help you." She motioned to the security man who was waiting at the side of the room. "Winston, please cash these in for Madam Talbot." 

Then turning to Molly asked. "How would you like them? I do not recommend cash, because news of your win will get around and be exaggerated... There is a certain, er, rough element who will take an interest. I would recommend a cheque or a straight transfer to your Visa or bank account. If you have a debit card, hand it to Winston, and he'll take care of the details." 

Tom and Molly looked at each other before she shrugged then dug her bank card out of her small hand bag and handed it to the big security man. 

"Now, what would you like to eat? You are my guests: the food served to me here is the same as that in our VIP dining room and that is a minimum of one hundred dollars a cover." 

Tom picked up the menu that she indicated and Molly did the same but neither of them were familiar with the dishes listed. 

Anna saw their confusion and tried to set them at their ease: "If you cannot make up your minds, may I recommend the lobster thermidor served with crayfish tails and garnished with caviar: its the chef's speciality. Oh, and the wild mushroom soup as a starter: it really is divine!" 

They were part way through the soup course when Winston returned and excused his interruption. He handed Molly her debit card. "That was B$12,785 paid into your account as £7,798, Madam." 

"Thank you, Winston, please stand by to escort Sir and Madam back to their hotel afterwards and you will see them safely to their room. Their safety is your personal responsibility." 

The big man nodded and withdrew from the room. 

"Is that really necessary: I thought that the Bahamas were law abiding?" Tom enquired with a mystified air. 

"I insist!" The Russian woman said sharply. "If a winner gets mugged then people might just think that it is the casino trying to get their losses back. That would be oh so bad for my business." 

The conversation devolved into small talk during which Anna skilfully learned that they were both graduates who lived and worked in East Anglia where Tom grew up. Tom being a personnel analyst for a company called Gov Mart while Molly was an estimator for the Standard Brands Paint Company. No doubt, she concluded, both are on the fast-track management program. They learned precisely nothing about Madam Volkova, however. 

Part way through the sweet-course Madam Volkova dropped her bombshell. "This casino isn't my only business interest: in fact it isn't even one of the main ones. I own several oil fields and the production companies that go with them. I am also heavily into mining, construction, transport and banking. Etc. Etc. Etc. In fact if you wanted to be insulting, you could describe me as an 'Oligarch' although I have been called far worse by that poison-dwarf, Putin. 

"The net result is I am earning money many times faster than I can spend it so I am in a position to, er, indulge myself!" She looked at them and smiled. It was a powerful smile. "How would you like to earn five million each?" 

Tom choked on a mouthful of pavlova but Molly looked her squarely in the eye and asked. "Sterling?" 

Anna gasped and then chuckled. "I was going to say 'US dollars', but alright, sterling it is! You both look as if you are worth it!" 

Tom and Molly looked at each other and then stared at her but didn't say anything. Anna surmised that they were too shocked. 

Anna smiled. "I will pay you one hundred dollars each just to hear my proposition and not run away in horror half way through it!" 

All thoughts of the meal forgotten, Molly turned to the Russian, okay: you are on." 

Anna said nothing but instead signalled for the waitress to serve coffee and mints. 

When this was done, she began. "For some time, I have been seeking a young married couple to come and live with me as my, er, 'companions'. The couple in question must be both good looking and intelligent but must be happy to act as my very personal servants and be willing to be, er, intimate when required." 

She looked at them, but they seemed to be in shock. "You will live on my Caribbean Island but you may be required to accompany me on overseas visits: that's not too arduous is it?" 

"Umm, no! Sounds fantastic." Tom answered. 

Molly agreed, but frowned. "Let me get this straight: you will pay us ten million pounds just to be your sex-slaves? How long for?" 

"Until we agree that the contract is over. In the meantime you will get a tax-free salary of £1000 a week each for pocket money. Sex-slaves sounds too pornographic, I much prefer the term 'intimate companions'." 

She raised a hand to signal to someone in an adjoining room. A thirty something woman wearing a severe business suit and carrying a document case entered. "This is Natalka Oksana Chownyk, my personal affairs attorney: I guess you Brits would call her my solicitor." 

The tall Ukrainian woman smiled: it was almost a leer. "I have contracts drawn up, Madam Anna." 

The Russian woman accepted the two folders from her attorney and placed them in front of her guests. "You will see that this all depends on the results of a medical examination tomorrow, for which you will be paid an additional thousand pounds: if you are given a clean bill of health, then the rest of the contract kicks in automatically. 

"You will see that this entails certain unspecified body modifications don't worry all bar one are entirely reversible: the one that isn't is permanent body hair removal for both of you: I loath body hair: if you are not willing to undergo this then the deal ends amicably now: you walk out, Winston escorts you to your hotel and you will be paid five thousand pounds for your silence. Do you understand?" 

Tom and Molly looked at each other and shrugged. Tom didn't have much more body hair than Molly who regarded pubic and armpit hair as a bloody nuisance. 

"Where do we sign?"Tom asked. 

"Hang on!" Molly interrupted. "What about our careers? I doubt if our employers will keep our jobs open for an unspecified time." 

The Russian woman chuckled. "They will if I buy the companies! But there is a better option. My organisation can always provide a good career for the likes of you two: that way we will be able to, er, keep in touch! Its all there, see clause ten. 'Termination of the contract'." 

Molly flipped the document open and read that clause. Wide-eyed, she looked at Anna. "If you are serious, then this is a win-win situation for us. What do we do?" 

The lawyer cut in. "Just read through contract, clause by clause and initial each one to show you read it. Any questions, ask now." 

Molly and Tom began reading. It seemed straight forward, but Tom asked a question. "These modifications, it says that they may or may not require surgery; what exactly are they for?" 

Anna smiled. "Why to make you more attractive to me, for instance, I like to see women with a larger bust, so breast augmentation is on the cards. But don't worry everything, other than the hair removal is completely reversible. Do you actually enjoy shaving, Tom?" 

"Umm, N-no, now that you come to mention it, its a bloody nuisance But what if I want to grow a moustache?" 

"Over my dead body!" Molly muttered. 

"I think that the five million is more than adequate compensation for the loss of that ability! Besides, why would you want to look like a gay-icon?" 

Tom blushed and read on. He liked the bit about food and accommodation all found. When he had initialled the last clause, he looked at Molly who had already finished. Together they signed their relevant contracts and handed them over to Anna who signed as the 'Sponsoring Party' and finally the Ukrainian lawyer signed as a witness. It was done. 

"Be ready at 10am tomorrow morning and my people will drive you to the private clinic for your medical assessments. Do not eat breakfast as that will mess-up the blood work which will be done first. My people will accompany you and make sure that you are fed and treated properly." 




The Offer



"How come they can get us in at such short notice?" Molly enquired. 

"Madam owns clinic!" Natalka said finally. 

* * * * * 

They were taken back to the hotel in a stretched limousine, which had a television and a cocktail cabinet in the back. The seats were so soft and comfortable that Molly thought that she would like to spend the rest of her holiday in the car. Winston sat in the front by the driver and did not invade their privacy even though they were still a little too stunned to discuss just what had happened. 

The limo pulled up at the curb by the piazza in front of the hotel and Winston held the door open fro them to get out. "What ever happens, stick with me folks." 

"Nothing's going to happen!" Tom asked sounding cheerful. 

Winston grinned. "Hopefully, you are right" He answered as he escorted them across the piazza towards the hotel's entrance. When they were half way across six young men stepped out of the shadows and moved menacingly towards them. "Shit! 

I spoke too soon: get behind me!" He commanded then muttered. "Go, go, go!" Into his lapel mic. 

The members of the gang began to saunter towards them brandishing a couple of guns together with various knives and a chain. "Jus' hand over de money yo' won an' it'll be all okay." One of them called out laughingly. 

Suddenly tires squealed and two cars mounted the curb and screeched to a halt one either side of the muggers. Half a dozen men piled out of each and Winston drew pistol. It was over very quickly: one of the gang fired, the round hitting Winston in the chest. He fired back and the gunman was down... By now the other security men piled in and then dragged the robbers into the cars while two of the crew cleaned up any mess on the piazza. 

"Sorry you had to see that, Sir, Madam, you are both unhurt, I hope?" Winston enquired and stuck a finger into the bullet hole in his tuxedo. 

"We are thanks to you! Hey, you've been shot!" Molly proclaimed in horror. 

The big black man grinned. "Bulletproof vest! But that punk has ruined my favourite tux." 

He escorted them into the hotel lobby and informed the woman behind the desk that she had just witnessed a Casino Security Exercise and apologised for any upset that it had caused. The Desk clerk smiled back. She was more than happy to accept the 'official' explanation. 

Then Winston enquired. "Does your suit have a separate day room?" 

"Why, yes!" Tom answered, mystified. 

"Then that is where I will be spending the night, I hope that there is a comfortable armchair?" Then he turned to the woman behind the desk. "Please station one of your security men in the corridor outside their room: my casino will pay." 

"So the exercise is still on going, hmm?" She asked in a slightly mocking tone. 

"Oh, yes!" The big man chuckled. 

* * * * * 

The clinic staff were expecting them and treated them like VIP's. They later found out that it normally catered for the medical needs of the super rich who lived in or visited the Bahamas: with this in mind it is not necessary to comment on the standards or the state of the art facilities. They were each met by their own personal nurse: two trim, pretty young ladies wearing traditional nurses uniforms, including little white caps. "Don't worry about anything," they were told, "your nurse will stay with you at all times, handle the paperwork and make sure that everything is ready for you." 

Blood samples were taken first, as had been promised and then their nurses took them for a late breakfast. After that they were split up and conducted through the system separately. Most of the procedures were the normal part of a standard, if detailed, routine for a medical but they were also both given a detailed dental check-up and a full body cat scan. Then as well as the collection of the usual stool and urine samples, Tom was "asked" to provide a sperm sample: to his surprise, this was obtained by a nurse who lay him down an stimulated his prostate gland by putting a finger into his rectum. 

Then after a late lunch, their bodies were photographed and measured in detail which was of cause done with them in different rooms. Pretty well everything was measured: Height, weight, limb length and circumference in several places: then the tests became rather personal. In Molly's case they measured her breasts and nipples (soft and hard) and then her areolae. This was followed by an examination of her vagina including its depth and dilation: this was followed by a similar examination of her anus. Finally, to Molly's horror, they even measured her clitoris. 

Tom received similar attention which included an impersonal measurement of his penis (flaccid and erect), the size of his testicles and then, much to his embarrassment, a similar anal and rectal measurement to the one that Molly had received. "Why are you doing this?" He had asked. 

"Because it is on the form, sir." His personal nurse had told him. 

At the end of the session, they were wired up to a computer, fitted with face masks and asked to run for five minutes on a treadmill so that gas exchange, breathing and circulatory fitness could be measured. Needless to say both had difficulty in even jogging for that long! 

Then after a shower, they were checked out and found another limousine waiting for them. Too their surprise, they were taken direct to the casino where they learned that they would be spending the night in one of the guest suits. When they asked about the hotel room, they were told not to worry and that the check-out procedure had been completed on their behalf. 

They ate in the VIP dining room, (No charge!) and afterwards, Molly repeated her previous evenings session at the pontoon table where she won another B$6000 and was treated as a local celebrity by the crowd and with tolerant amusement by the staff. Afterwards one of them informed her that she was responsible for increasing the take on the pontoon and blackjack tables by 4000%: most of the casual players being incapable of telling the difference between the two games. 

When towards the end of the evening they were met by Winston, Molly asked him what had become of the muggers. 

He smiled, showing several gold teeth. "Don't worry, they were given the choice of taking a job with the organisation or being handed over to the police for trial. 

Needless to say, they signed contracts... I believe that they'll soon be working in our guano mines in the Pacific. They'll be there for about ten years before we move them to something easier, we generally find that guano mining is very good at reforming criminals." 

"Where's Anna?" Tom asked him. 

The big man's face became expressionless: "Madam left us mid morning, I am afraid I don't know her whereabouts, but she has made travel arrangements for you both. You will be leaving by helicopter at 10am tomorrow, please be packed and ready in your suit by then. The VIP dining room will begin serving Breakfast at 7am. Oh and I advise you to wear something suitable for the tropics." 

* * * * * 

Molly and Tom boarded the helicopter on the casino's rooftop helipad, expecting a long trip but were surprised when they were only island hopped over to the international airport at Nassau. Here they were conducted to a waiting cargo plane: a converted Boeing 707, an old but very reliable aeroplane. To their surprise, there was a small, but luxurious passenger cabin tucked in behind the cockpit. Tom read the airline name as "Global Airfreight" but it meant nothing too him. 

They were greeted by the crew, all female including the captain, who were all in smart uniforms, although the stewardess who they were told would exclusively look after them wore one of the shortest skirts that the couple had ever seen. 

"Welcome aboard Global flight zero one to Saint Katharine's Island, the weather is good and we will be cruising at about 40,000 feet. The journey of approximately 1400 miles will take about three and a half hours. Please enjoy your flight. My name is Caitrìona and I will be taking care of all of your needs." Their personal stewardess said in a melodious voice. There was an accent, but neither of them could place it. 

She continued. "I propose to serve lunch at noon. Unless you require an earlier meal: I would not advise delaying it because of the predicted flight time. If you wish to visit the flight deck, please feel free to do so at anytime, Yelizaveta, our captain, informs me that you would be most welcome. If you require any drinks, snacks or entertainment, please let me know. In the meantime, enjoy your flight, but as we will be taking off shortly please fasten your seat belts." 

It was a pleasant flight most of it over water and they spent it drinking tea, looking out of the window and watching 'Pretty Woman'... Molly's choice. 

After Caitrìona had scurried into the galley to prepare lunch, Tom turned ro Molly who was in the window seat and spoke quietly. "Did you notice that the stewardess spends most of the time looking at you when she is speaking to us?" 

She chuckled. "She keeps giving me the eye, just like a man would, I think she fancies me." 

Tom frowned. "Well she's got good taste!" 

"That's not all," Molly added, "when I had a look in the cockpit, I leaned forward so that I could see through the windscreen and I swear that both of the pilots were busy staring at my cleavage! They can't all be lesbians, can they?" 

"What have we let our selves in for?" Tom chuckled. 

For the meal, Caitrìona set up an actual table in front of their seats so that she could serve the three courses. She apologised for the food, and for the fact that it was not possible to cook fresh ingredients on board. However, as the quality of the meal was up to good hotel-standard, they couldn't see what the fuss was about. 

After the coffee, both Tom and Molly felt rather sleepy and dozed until landing on Saint Katherine's Island, or "Na Ostrovye Cyent Ketrini" as the Captain called it! The plane landed smoothly but taxied over to the freight terminal, where they were met by a minibus: a rather luxurious minibus at that. 

As they descended the aircraft steps, they were saluted by a man in a smart tropical police uniform and rather sleepily, they were conducted over to their transport by Caitrìona who handed them over to a female driver and wished them a pleasant stay on the island. 

The minibus proceeded slowly out of the airport and out onto a surprisingly good road. Tom had travelled around the Caribbean some when he was a student and knew that this was not typical. They looked out of the widows at tropical landscape: the chain of green mountains to one side and the plain that fell gently to the sea on the other. The farmland that they rolled past looked a lot more prosperous than anything that he remembered and the people looked happy and many of them, recognising the minibus grinned and waved to then as it rolled past. They all looked well fed and there was a good ethnic mix of black, white and everything in between. 

They rolled smoothly through a village whose new-looking signs announced it to be "WESTCHESTER" and "Весчестера". 

"Are all of the signs in Russian as well?" Molly asked the driver. 

"Da!" She answered. "Na Ostrovye Cyent Ketrini has large Russki population. All live happily here, Madam sees to that." 

Tom cut in. "Madam Volkova lives here?" 

"Madam owns here!" The woman answered in her heavily Russian accented voice. 

There was a large billboard set back from the road: On it, sandwiched between am advert for Kotex sanitary towels and a warning of the dangers of rabies, was a fifteen foot high portrait of Vladimir Putin labelled "ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE" on which someone had taken the trouble to scribble a 'Hitler moustache'. Yes, Anna Volkova's influence was obvious if one only took the trouble to look. 

The road passed through the middle of the village and was almost empty, the couple saw perhaps three or four cars and a couple of vans and trucks, oh, and one farm tractor whose driver immediately pulled off the road to let them pass. The road moved further away from the mountain, but never ran along the coast: there were several side roads that headed towards the sea and these were of the same high standard as the highway. 

Presently the mountains to the right fell away to a ridge that seemed to be only a couple of hundred feet above sea level and over the next few miles, the main road ascended. It .ran along the top, looking back, Molly could see that the mountains seemed to be a spine that ran along the middle of the island and which narrowed considerably ahead of them. It narrowed so much so that they could see the sea on either side. They drove on and just when it seemed that they were going to drive straight into the ocean they came to a fence, beyond which the island widened out again: the fence cut across the narrowest part of the neck of land. 

There was an electrically controlled gate ahead of them with a large guard house in front of it. The driver slowed down, and as she drew to a halt, several men in Russian-style military uniforms emerged from the building and metal plates rose up out of the road in front of and behind them. 

The soldiers were a mixture of black and white and the officer who approached the drivers door was an Afro-Caribbean man with a highly intelligent looking face. " Zdravstvitya, Natashya! Voy?" 

The driver grinned. " Zdravstvitya, Anthony! I'm fine, how are you?" She replied switching to English. 

A soldier peered into the minibus. "Two, Sir!" He called. "One man, one woman!" 

The officer carried on chatting to Natasha for several minutes until a soldier emerged from the guardhouse, saluted the officer and said. "All as expected, Sir!" 

The Officer stepped back and saluted the minibus just as the gates slid open and the metal plates descended to allow the driver to ease them forward and through the barrier. 

"The soldiers didn't check inside." Tom said critically. 

The Russian woman laughed. "I'm not called 'Natashya' and he isn't 'Anthony': didn't you notice that the road between the barriers was a steel grid? The bus was weighed, scanned and sniffed for explosives: every word exchanged was a code phrase. Madam is well protected from that weasel, Putin! Oh and from Mafia!" 

Molly chuckled at Tom's discomfort and then continued to look around. The area that they were driving through was wilder than the other side of the gate: there being no more farms or fields. A single high hill rose over to the left and the road seemed to be heading for it. Presently they passed through a small wood and on emerging from it saw an extensive white building about a third of the way up the hill. 

The couple gasped: it was three stories but they were stepped to match the hillside. It was all white stucco and glass. "Welcome to Madam's hacienda!" The driver said while they both gawped at the house. Then she added: "It called that because is 'hacienda' the road!" Which she seemed to think was funny. 

The road did not head directly towards the house, but instead curved away to one side and widened into a very large area with several buildings clustered around its perimeter which 'Natashya' did not say anything about, instead she turned the minibus towards large doors set into the hillside which swung open as they approached. A set of traffic lights, just inside were on green so she drove into what turned out to be a short tunnel. After about thirty yards, the tunnel opened out into a cavern which, being well lighted, they could see served as an underground parking lot and an unloading bay. 

The woman stopped the vehicle at the bottom of a short flight of steps. "This is it folks, enjoy your stay, and no doubt I'll be seeing you again." 

Suddenly the door was opened from outside and the were met by two skimpily dressed doll-like girls of Japanese appearance who bowed and welcomed them. 

"Please to accompany us, Madam? Sir?" They invited and escorted them up the steps and through a door which "clanged" shut behind them. 

"Please to face the camera!" The shorter of the two girls instructed, although neither of them came up to Tom's shoulder, 

They all did so and after a pause, another door slid open revealing a long, brightly lit and carpeted corridor. There had been a third door and Tom enquired as to where it led to. "The security area, Mr Talbot." 

At the end of the corridor, which was another thirty yards long, they found four lifts, or 'elevators' as the girls called them. They motioned to the one second from left whose doors were open invitingly. There was a slight jolt and they were carried up into the hacienda. After the car stopped, one of the girls said. "Please to remove shoes this is a bare-foot house." 

Tom and Molly looked at each other and then did as they were instructed. The corridor that the lift emptied into was wide, airy and well lighted, both from lamps built into the ceiling and glass roof windows. Too Tom's surprise, the floor was some sort of pale yellowish wood, highly polished, but not carpeted. The corridor was painted the same cool white that they would find everywhere in the house when they had a chance to explore. 

The girls led them along the corridor, past numbered doors, which reminded them of a hotel. One of the girls noticed Tom's confusion. "Numbers are to make it easier for guests to find their way around!" She said helpfully. "Your suite is numbered with a two." 

Tom was about to thank her, when he was surprised by the sight of a blonde woman emerging from door number "7". She was wearing an electric blue satin thong, and nothing else although her long hair was secured into a ponytail by a large matching bow. She was at least a "DD" and Tom realised he was staring when Molly playfully clipped his ear. 

"Oh, sorry, miss!" He apologised, blushing as he did so. 

"It is quite alright to look!" She said in an amused voice which embarrassed Tom even more and made Molly, who was a little prim and proper, shake her head. 

"Don't worry, Madam, Sir, you will soon get used to it. Many women here dress like that, or wear even less." The shorter of the two girls said. 

Suddenly they were out side a pale wooden door with a "2", underneath which was a plaque that stated "MOLLY & TOM TALBOT: residents. The plaque was lettered in red on a gold background. The two girls threw open the door and bowed the couple in. 

They entered into what was called, the "Dayroom" and it was larger than the whole of their house in Framlingham, Suffolk. It was plainly furnished but with very good quality and comfortable furniture. The couple looked around, open mouthed. One whole wall, perhaps thirty feet long. Was a single picture window looking out onto the green hillside, and then out to what seemed to be an impossibly blue Caribbean. 

"We are Wakana and Natsuki Takenaka, we are sisters and are your maids and guides while you live here: if that pleases you?" The Japanese girls said smiling coyly. 

"Would you like to see the rest of your suite?" Wakana, the shorter one enquired, although it seemed to Tom that the question was directed to Molly. 

When they answered that they would, Wakana led the way and Natsuki followed them. They were led through a door in the left hand wall which led into a short corridor. Wakana threw open a side door to reveal a room about twenty by eight. 

"This is your storeroom it can be fitted out any way you require." 

Then on to the door at the far end of the corridor, which she opened to reveal a bedroom that was about thirty by twenty, which was the same size as the day room: it was carpeted in pink and had a massive bed against the back wall that faced another huge picture window. There was other furniture including a pair of large white leather arm chairs, occasional tables, a television with at least a forty inch screen and a built in DVD player. 




The Offer



Tom looked at the bed and then at the window. "What about privacy?" He sounded perplexed. 

Natsuki looked confused. "This part of the Island is one of the most secluded places in the world! You could not have more privacy than that." 

Her sister pointed out the three doors set into the far wall. "Left and right are dressing rooms you will see that they are labelled 'Molly' and 'Tom' if you wish to exchange will will do that for you, but they are identical. The door between them leads to your bathroom and toilet area. There are also WC's leading off from your Dressing rooms." 

Tom and Molly had heard the word "gobsmacked" before and knew that it meant "so surprised that you are speechless": when they looked back on today, they realised that this was the only word that described how they felt. 

Wakana lead them out of the bedroom back along the corridor to their day room where she indicated a pair of identical doors set in the opposite wall. She led them through the left hand one and into another large room with yet another picture window: "Your gymnasium!" 

It was a well equipped room with various machines and a large empty floor area in the centre. "Natsuki and I will also serve as your personal trainers: Madam requires you to be fit and toned. 

They wandered around looking at the various things: the pair of air-walkers: the two exercise bikes and the matching treadmills. There was only a single weight press. Tom looked at it and expressed the opinion that the weights were a bit light. 

Wakana was very dismissive when she said. "It is for the Lady, not you, Sir, you are forbidden to lift anything heavier than five pounds! Madam's express instructions." 

Tom and Molly looked at each other with similar confused expressions on their faces, but couldn't think of anything to say as the Japanese girl led them back into their day room and out through the other door which led, via a long 'L' shaped corridor, into a bed sitting room that had a half height window that looked out over the same view. 

"This is the humble accommodation that we share: you do not need to knock before entering and you should come in at anytime, day or night if you require anything, or you may phone us, if you wish. The room was neat and tidy with everything 'just so'. Unlike their own accommodation, the couple noticed that the room had many personal touches, books, photographs, pictures on the walls. 

"We have our own bathroom," Natsuki said indicating the other door, if we are in there, please come in and get us, should you need anything!" 

Tom also noticed that the only bed was a large king-sized one set against the back wall and also facing the window: he kept his conclusions to himself. 

Wakana led them back into their day room. "Ah, your cases have arrived: we will help you unpack." 

It turned out that the girls were also dieticians and would be in charge of what they ate. It was no surprise to learn that they were both considered to be over weight. 

"Fitness begins with a balanced diet." They were informed by Natsuki after their cases had been unpacked and everything had either been put away or consigned to the dirty clothes basket. 

Then later, when they were seated, they were informed that letters had been sent to their employers and they were advised to write to friends and family to prevent them from worrying! Tom nodded at the good advice. While Natsuki served them with good quality coffee. "We are also you secretaries and will not report confidential matters to Madam unless it is a matter of life and death: everything that you say to us is classed as confidential!" 

As they relaxed and looked out at the sunny Caribbean, Molly reflected on just how good life was. They had a luxurious home, with all found and servants who seemed devoted to serving their every whim and to cap it all they were actually being paid. 

Wakana interrupted her reverie. "How do you wish us to address you? Do you wish us to be formal or would you be more comfortable on first name terms?" 

The Talbots looked at each other and Tom requested the informal approach. 

"Very well, Tom: but may we offer you both some advice?" She answered, but was still very respectful. 

"Sure," Molly replied, "we welcome any advice that you may care to impart at anytime, please don't ask in future. You know what is going on, we don't." 

Wakana smiled gratefully. "You know that Madam Anna, requires you to undergo various medical procedures and modifications to your bodies?" 

They both nodded and Tom said, "Ones that can be reversed, yes." 

The girl looked serious. "While these procedures are perfectly safe, accidents can happen so I would suggest that you donate a quantity of eggs and sperm as a safeguard. I believe that you intend to start a family later." 

Molly nodded. 

"In any case, Molly, your eggs are healthier, the younger you are so you may wish the stored ones to be used even if there are no accidents." She looked very serious. 

"Would you like me to make arrangements with the hospital?" 

"There's a hospital on this island?" Tom was incredulous. 

"Oh yes, as good as any anywhere in the world." Was that a hint of pride in her voice? "The reproductive health and plastic surgery clinics are world famous amongst the super rich who pay a fortune to use them: there is no charge for Islanders." She was definitely very proud, they could tell. "Do you wish to make a series of appointments for you?" 

When they agreed, she stunned them by advising them not to have sex tonight as it may lead to difficulties! 

They were given the choice of dining in their suit or eating with everyone else in the dining room, being eager to see more of the house they requested the latter. The communal dining room, which was on the next floor up, came as a surprise as they did not expect the staff to eat with the residents: but there was an even bigger surprise, Tom was the only male. He turned to Natsuki, the girls were eating with them, and asked. "Are all the staff women?" 

The Japanese woman smiled: "The house staff, yes, there are men, but they are not allowed into the house: they live in the Hostel that is by the garage entrance." 

"Then I am the only man in the house?" He said sounding more macho than usual. 

"Oh, yes, but that will change." She said mysteriously. 

"Ah! More male guests arriving, eh?" He asked. 

The only reply that he received was a very mysterious smile. 

2. The Changes Begin. 

The days passed for Tom and Molly, but there was no sign of Anna. When Molly asked Natsuki about this, she answered non-committally. "Madam Anna's visits are irregular and so are her stays here. There is no pattern I am afraid." 

The days fell into a regular pattern, which the Japanese girls seemed to control. In fact the only decision that couple had to make was one regarding their property back home in the UK: they decided to keep the house and to let it furnished, all of their personal effects, clothes, computers, ornaments and so on were packed into air freight containers by a removal firm, organised on their behalf. The whole procedure being overseen by security officers from one of Anna's companies. There was the matter of their car, which they decided to give to Molly's little brother. 

Then, apart from unpacking the containers when they arrived, the days became very similar. Not only did the Japanese girls keep the suite clean, they seemed to do everything else too. 

Days normally started around seven am and it was normally wash, dress and take a walk before breakfast at eight. Breakfast normally being muesli and a yoghurt shake and as much fresh fruit as they wanted. The exercise period normally began at nine thirty and was either aerobics to music or work on the machines which was strictly regulated; this lasted until ten thirty or eleven. Lunch was at twelve and was usually a salad: again as much as they could eat. Afternoons were normally free until four when there was a yoga or tai chi session for an hour or an hour and a half, depending upon the nature of the routines practised. Evening meal was at six sharp and was very varied. However Tom noticed his menu tended to be different from Molly's, when he asked about this, he was informed that the dietary requirements of a man and a woman were different which seemed a reasonable answer. The rest of the day was their own. 

All that said and done the second week was a very unpleasant one as it was when the first round of electrolysis was carried out. They were driven across the Island to the capital city : Kempten; or Кэмптэн, as it said in the Cyrillic alphabet. 

Kempten was small, Natsuki informed them that the population was about three thousand, which was about half of the people who lived on the island. It seemed prosperous and well laid out and the people seemed to be well dressed, but there was little motor traffic.. 

"Its too small to be a city." Tom observed as he gazed out of the minibus window. 

"It has a cathedral, so it is a city!" A few seconds later she pointed out a small, but imposing building with a silver and gold spiral-striped 'onion-dome' on the roof. 

"There it is, Saint Katherine's Cathedral, named after patron saint." 

The couple looked out and saw the name board that said: "Собор святого Кэтрин" in gold on purple: the name was also in English underneath, but was much smaller. 

"We have own archbishop, so town must be city!" The driver, who they still only knew as Natasha, answered proudly. 

Considering its size, it took longer to drive through Kempten than Molly had thought, mainly because of the 15 mph speed limit, which she was advised was rigorously enforced. 

The next surprise was the hospital on the northern edge of the city was a huge multi-storey white concrete and glass complex that would not look out of place in any developed country in the world. When Tom commented on this he was told that services were free to islanders and it catered for patients from other island countries, although they, or their governments had to pay and that the hospital, its self was a major contributor to the local economy. 

Natasha drove them past the main entrance and around the left hand side of the main buildings to a smaller three story block. She parked the car and Natsuki escorted them in through a side door controlled by a key pad and palm print reader. The door led into a large airy lounge that was expensively furnished and decorated with tasteful works of art. No sooner were they seated in plush armchairs than a waitress appeared and served them morning coffee in bone china cups and then while they were drinking they were approached by two members of the medical staff, both women. 

The taller one a blonde with short hair dressed in a pale beige trouser suit, introduced herself. 

"Hallo, I am Doctor Amsing Thera," she had a pronounced, accent and Tom guessed that she was Dutch, "I vill be in charge of all of your medical modifications and procedures over the coming months and I would like to velcome you to our hospital." 

She shook hands warmly with Molly, who remained seated, and then perfunctorily with Tom who stood up and thanked her: she towered about six inches above him, despite wearing flat soled shoes. 

"Vhether you vill be thanking me after today, I don't know, but ve vill see!" She answered wryly. "I just vanted to meet you so that you vill know who to blame!" 

Both Tom and Molly thought that she was joking and smiled. The Doctor smiled back, at Molly, 

"This is Sister Sheena Mitchell, she runs our depilation section and vill be taking care of you both. I vish you good day." 

At that she turned and walked away . 

The sister smiled and said. "Don't take too much notice of Doctor Thera, isn't as fierce as she pretends." The accent was a gentle version of Edinburgh Scottish and her plump matronly build matched her warm friendly voice. She was dressed in a more traditional manner than UK nursing staff were these days and again wore a little white cap. "If you would like to come this way, Tom, Molly, we'll get started when you have finished your coffee. It has a mild prescribed sedative in it,to help you relax." 

Soon afterwards, Sister Sheena escorted them into a treatment room, on the way she explained that they would be using several techniques, some of which were state of the art. 

"This 'electrolysis', I've heard that it is painful and can cause bad burns." Tom said, a little unsure about the process. 

Sheena smiled reassuringly. "The main one that we use Galvanic Electrolysis which uses the body as a conductor, it can cause some pain and discomfort, but usually only itching: the pain is about the level that you would experience from a graze. The burning that you mention is from the other type of electrolysis that uses radio waves to kill the follicles, its a bit quicker but much more painful." 

Tom grinned and felt a little foolish. 

Once inside the treatment room they were invited to lie down on two separate tables and a nurse injected a pain-killer similar to Novocain inside his mouth while a second one gave Molly a similar injection, but in her pubic area. Then after several minutes work started. 

In Tom's case nurses worked on both sides of his face simultaneously while Sheena Mitchell herself got to work on Molly's pubic hair. They could hear the humming of the machines and the occasional "fssz" as a needle hit an oil gland, but somehow it did not seem to be their bodies that that were being worked on: there was no pain or even sensation of any kind. The sedatives did their job and the humming of the machines helped them to drifted off to sleep. 

When they woke him four hours later Molly had already left. Sister Sheena closely inspected his face and smiled. 

"Not bad!" She gave him a couple of tubes of anti-iritant ointment, a card of antibiotic tablets and a bottle of distalgesics. Then after a description of what to do with the ointment said. "See you tomorrow morning." 

Tom wanted to say something, but his face was too numb to allow him to form words properly and his first and only attempt came out as: "Aa-wa-waya?" 

Molly was in the lounge chatting with Natsuki when Tom was escorted in and brought over too them. "My God"" She said. "You look as if you have been in a fight!" 

"Gagh wahaha." Was the only answer that she received. 

She smiled. "Oh, wow, you are speechless, now that is an improvement!" 

Tom just glared back. 

"Natsuki has informed me that we are in-patients for the duration of the treatment to spare us the discomfort of journeys to and from the Hacienda!" Molly said pleasantly. The room that they were shown into had all mod cons and was more like a hotel room. Enough clothes and requisites for their stay had been brought from the hacienda. 

Tom made writing motions and Natsuki found him a pad and a biro. 

"Toothbrush? Razor?" He wrote. 

"The toothbrush is up in your bathroom together with a selection of toiletries. No razor as its easier for them to work on longish hair." 

They half-heartedly watched television, until his face had got some of its feeling back and he felt safe to eat and then the Japanese girl served them the roast chicken dinner that they had selected from the hospital's menu. After eating it, they showered together and examined the damage that had been done to each other's bodies. 

Afterwards they rubbed similar ointment into those areas indicated by the nurse and went to bed, soon falling asleep and wondering what tomorrow would bring. 

Tomorrow woke Tom up in the wee small hours with a lot of itching His upper lip was slightly swollen and throbbed a bit. He rubbed some of the ointment into his face and to his surprise, Natsuki appeared an made him a cup of tea which drank while waiting for the cream to work he waited for the cream to work. Molly joined them for similar reasons but to Tom's surprise, she was naked. 

"I can't bear anything over..." Her eyes flicked downwards. 

Natsuki looked at her reddened pubis and gave her a sympathetic look, then hurried off to make another cup of tea while Molly rubbed in some more of the cream. 

Shortly afterwards they retired to bed and Molly lay on top of the sheets. They soon fell asleep soon, but not before Tom realised that he would have to have his wedding tackle worked on before much longer, and as a man, he was much hairier. 

After a light breakfast, they were conducted back to the treatment room with Molly wearing only a surgical gown,. Once there, Sister Sheena examined the 'damage' carefully and then had him strip down to his underpants, then four nurses worked on him: two on his face and one on each leg. The worst part of the procedure was when a Doctor was called in to inject Novocaine, or something similar, so that they could proceed. Most of the time he could see a television, so they let him watch feature films or local TV programs. 

Sheena once again carried on working on Molly but now moved down to the hair around her pussy and the fine ring of hairs around her anus. 

The treatment went on for almost two weeks, but by the time they were done, neither had any body hair what so ever. They informed him that they'd have to do it all again in six weeks, but it would take a whole lot less time then. "Well," Molly said, "maybe I will have stopped itching by then!" 

When they were back in their suit in the Hacienda, Tom complained about the discomfort. 

Molly smiled. "Just think about the ten million quid that we will be earning!" 

A fortnight later, they received a note on embossed headed paper informing them that 

Madam Anna had returned and wished them to visit her in her suite which was on the third floor and would it convenient for them to take afternoon tea with her? It was marked RSVP. 

Molly looked at Tom, when they had read the note, there was a twinkle in her eye when she said. "What if we said no?" 

Wakana delivered their hurriedly written acceptance while they showered and changed: this was their first contact with Anna Volkova since that night in the casino over six weeks before and both of them were feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "What should we wear?" Tom enquired as he gave Molly a quick kiss. 

She shrugged. "Well it doesn't say anything about being formal, so I'm going casual." 

He called Natsuki in and asked her. She informed them that a shirt and shorts would be fine for him but advised Molly to wear something skimpy and accompanied her into her dressing room where she selected a low-cut white halter-top and a pair of very tight, short shorts. 

At three pm, they made their may out of their suit and found the corridor that Natsuki had given them directions for, it ran back into the cliff for about a hundred feet, there was the odd numbered door dotted along each side but these were few and far between. The corridor, which was identical to all of the others in the Hacienda that they had seen, ended in a 'T' junction but almost opposite was a lift marked "Elevator to Madam Volkova's Apartment'. They looked at each other and Tom gingerly pressed the call button. After a minute or two, the doors slid open and they stepped in. There were no controls.. 

"Please face the camera." A female voice instructed. 

They did so nervously and were then told to turn around slowly. After they had done so the lift moved smoothly upwards. A few seconds later the doors opened to reveal a plush carpeted hallway some twenty feet wide and maybe fifty long: they stepped out more or less in the middle of it and looked around. There were ornaments on small tables dotted along the walls which were also hung with artworks; some were old and valuable, some were erotic and many were both. They also noticed that the erotic pieces solely featured women, 




The Offer



A scantily dressed maid of Indian appearance bowed to them and spoke in flawless 

English to greet them and inform them that Madam Anna was awaiting them in her drawing room and added: "Permit me to escort you there." 

Tom and Molly thanked her and accepted her offer of help. She escorted them to an unmarked door that was made of the same pale wood as every other that they had seen in the house. She opened it and led them in announcing them as: "Molly and Tom Talbot to see you, Madam." 

Inside the room, Anna sprang to her feet and welcomed then: she was dressed in a sheer white satin cat suit: it was obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath it. "Molly, Tom, I am so glad that you were able to accept my invitation: may I welcome you to my home." 

She shook hands with Tom and then hugged Molly close to her, kissed her cheek and then nuzzled her hair. "How are you both, my dears?" She enquired as she indicated two arm white leather chairs opposite her own, they were identical to the ones in the Talbot's suit. 

"Very well, thank you, despite the electrolysis." Tom answered smiling. "How is life treating you, Madam Anna?" 

She smiled warmly. "Very well, but please, call me Anna, you are not staff." 

Then there came the small talk:the Russian Woman enquired as to what they had been doing and were they enjoying their stay? And was the exercise too much for them? And what did they think of the Island? She smiled at their answers. 

When Tom asked if she had been anywhere interesting, she replied that everywhere that she went was interesting. And asked if Wakana and Natsuki were serving them satisfactorily. 

Molly answered that they were and that they were thoughtful and considerate at all times. 

Anna smiled. "I am so glad, I was a little bit concerned that their relationship might get in the way of their care of you." 

"What, them being sisters, you mean?" Tom asked. 

"That and the fact that they are lovers. Oh, Tom, you are such an innocent!" She chuckled. 

Suddenly Tom blushed then, as he thought about the Hacienda, its rules and the other staff and residents that they had seen, he carried on blushing. 

Molly looked at him. "Didn't you realise? Oh, Tom, darling! I think that some of the other woman here are lesbians too." 

Anna just smiled and said. "Would you like tea now? Don't worry. I've checked with Wakana: the cake will not interfere with your diet." 

Molly answered in full, but Tom just nodded which caused both women to chuckle and then break into laughter when he tried to hide his face. 

Tea , when it was served from a trolley by two of Anna's maids, consisted of cottage cheese and cucumber on crisp bread instead of sandwiches and very light sponge cake. The Talbots observed that the crockery was all hand painted bone china, so thin that it was almost translucent. The tea served was English style and not Russian from a samovar drunk with a slice of lemon. "I thought that you would prefer what you are used too. The blend is 'Orange Pekoe', supposedly first prepared for the Dutch Royal family in the nineteenth century. 

It was shortly after this little pearl of information was imparted that Tom regained the power of speech, or rather thought that he had, but the sentence came out in a series of gabbled rushes. "Anna, it is obvious that you are, er... Well you know... What is it that you need me for?" 

The Russian woman smiled knowingly, then asked very gently. "What did you both think?" 

Tom blushed again and became tongue tied. Molly saw this, chuckled and answered. "Well we thought that it was for threesomes and that you liked boyish, young men. But you don't, do you?" 

Anna carried on smiling but said nothing. 

"So, why do you want with Tom?" 

Anna chuckled. "I would have thought that you would have realised by now." 

Molly's face changed, she looked surprised, then stared at her husband and finally burst out laughing. 

"What? What?" He asked, still totally at a loss: then, quite suddenly, the penny dropped. "NO!" He shouted. 

By now Molly was laughing. "Don't worry, darling, you'll make a beautiful girl! And I can think of ten million reasons why your answer is going to change to: 'Yes please!'" 

Anna's smile was warm and not in the least mocking. "Don't worry, Tom, everything that I plan for you is reversible. Your wee-wee will shrink, but you will keep it, once we get to the end of the contract, then everything will return to normal within a year. I promise you: unless of cause you want to stay that way or actually to have gender reassignment surgery. That however will be entirely up to you." 

Tom looked glum, but nodded all the same. 

After the tea things were cleared away, Anna had one more "request". They noticed how she tended to phrase everything as a request. But how could they refuse the person who 'owned' them for the foreseeable future. "Now, my dears, I would like to see how you look without hair. Would you please undress?" 

They did, although Tom was very bashful in the presence of a woman, actually he was even embarrassed in front of his wife. 

She had them stand at the end of the room away from the ubiquitous picture window. "Please stand up straight, you both have attractive bodies." She said encouragingly. 

She examined them for several minutes and saw to her satisfaction just how smooth and hairless they were. Molly's breasts were small but perky, although she knew that from the photographs. Also Tom's genitalia were below average size to start with, again, this was no surprise. 

"Please turn slowly to your left... And.. Stop!" She instructed and then examined the side view. She thought it delightful how Molly's ass stuck out so pertly. She stared at them both again, yes, they were definitely firming up and the girl's waste looked slimmer... But her hair, her beautiful copper-gold hair was her best feature. 

She smiled. "Molly, I would like you to grow your hair a wee bit longer and then it can be trimmed off square at the back and with a long fringe at the front so that it frames your face." Then she looked at the husband. "Tom, you will eventually have the same style and length, but I would like you to have it lightened. A woman with blonde hair should always wear it long." 

She looked for several more minutes and then told them to turn again and examined their other profile. Yes, Molly would definitely be improved if she were a 'C' or 'D': she was too slender for anything larger. Tom, however being a man, was broader and could carry a pair of "DD's" easily, especially if those doctors could persuade his hips to broaden! 

After a few minutes she instructed them to turn and face her. "Now interlock your fingers and put you hands on your heads and move your feet apart... Good now stand there please." Anna retrieved a note book and pen from a pocket on the outside of her chair and began to scribble down pages of notes. She looked up. "Okay, now keep your fingers interlocked but raise your hands until they are about two feet above your heads... Thank you, I may touch you in various places, but please don't move.." 

She placed the notebook on a small table then walked over too them. She ran her hands down their thighs, inside and out, noting that they both felt silky smooth. Then she reached around and gently squeezed their asses, noticing how soft and feminine Molly's was in comparison to her husband's bony posterior. Next she ran fingers through their hair noting how silky soft they both were. Finally she ran a hand down Molly's flat tummy and then gently lifted one of her breasts. 

Anna stepped backwards and smiled. "You two really are just what I want: did you know that I searched for three years to find you two? Very intelligent and beautiful... That really is a rare combination! Okay, please get dressed, if you want to, that is." 

Molly and Tom looked at each other and, despite them selves, grinned. After they had dressed and sat themselves down again, Anna scribbled down a last few notes and then looked at them. 

"How do you feel about it now, Tom?" She asked gently. 

"He sighed. "I can live with it... After all there is nothing wrong with being a woman. I'm married to one, so how can there be?" He asked rhetorically. "And it is reversible, so there's nothing more to do than lie back, think about the money and enjoy it." 

Anna laughed and clapped her hands together. "Good boy, or perhaps I should say girl, so that you can start getting used to it?" 

The Talbots both laughed, although she noticed that he was still a little uneasy. 

"There is still one major decision to make, however. You need a new name, a more feminine-sounding one that you are both comfortable with, so I'll leave you for a few minutes while I make a few calls: see what you can come up with." She said just before leaving then alone for nearly ten minutes. 

While they were alone, they helped themselves to more tea and began arguing. Molly suggested various including Milly and Nolly: these were rejected as being too much like Molly. Then it was Polly - sounds too old and in any case, Tom thought that he should keep his initial: he was 'T. Talbot' after all and wanted to keep it that way. Again after much argument they settled on 'Tanya'.. 

When Anna returned she approved: Tanya was also a Russian name, but she did not tell them that it meant 'Fairy Queen'! 

She sat down and ran through a few things: they would both begin taking tablets tomorrow and their girls knew all of the details so there was no need for them to worry about anything. They were also informed that in future a doctor would call to examine them both once a fortnight, just to check that there were no problems: again, their girls would arrange the times. Tanya was to begin dressing in woman's clothes and they both had an appointment to see the hairdresser and the beautician tomorrow morning at 10am when they were to book in and request a weekly slot. When Molly asked where it was she was told that it was on the second floor, room thirty one. 

Then she turned to Molly. "Young lady, you will return here at nine to night and you will spend the night with me." She followed this with a disarming smile, but her ice-blue eyes seemed to bore into the English woman. 

Both of them looked stunned, Molly probably more than Tom but she still managed to say. "Uh, alright, I'll look forward to it." Even though there was a lump in her throat. 

They left shortly afterwards but were in for a surprise when they arrived at their own front door. The plaque had been changed for one that now read: "Molly and Tanya Talbot". This was not the only change as Natsuki informed him that his male clothes had been placed into storage and that he had been provided with a small wardrobe of female garments that would be updated constantly to keep pace with bodily changes and that there was no point in obtaining anything expensive until these changes were complete. 

When they both went to look at the clothes they found that it was now "Tanya's" dressing room and that the meagre collection on male toiletries had gone: replaced by a much larger variety female ones. 

"I don't know what most of this stuff is for!" Tanya confessed sounding miserable and then added. "And I'm not going to fool anyone as a girl! I'll look ridiculous, you'll see!" 

"Come on," Molly said, in an attempt to raise her husband's spirits, "let's go to bed while you can still perform. I'm still on the pill, remember?" 

Some how, perhaps it was the way she phrased it, Molly's words had the opposite effect and he couldn't get an erection, so they just lay there kissing and cuddling for an hour. 

Afterwards they rolled out of bed and started to get dressed, then when Molly had pulled on a pair of clean panties and fastened her bra, she stopped and thought. 

"Tanya." 

Her husband glared at her. 

"Come on, you should use it as it'll be your name for several years." Molly chided. 

"I thought that I could still be 'Tom' in private., but I guess that that's one of the changes that's in the contract!" Tanya said, finally grasping the nettle. 

Molly smiled. "What I was going to say is put your clothes in the wash basket, they're the only male clothes that you have left." She led 'her' by the hand into the dressing room with the new name on it and started searching around. She found a pair of plain white cotton panties. "Here slip these on: label at the back and arrange your thingie so that you are comfortable." 

'She' did and was surprised at how light and comfortable they were. Next came a knee-length skirt with tiny blue and yellow flowers dotted on it. It was light weight cotton and plenty warm enough for the tropics. Finally came a pastel yellow cotton blouse. 

"Wow!" Said Molly, shaking her head sadly. "You're not very convincing, but every journey begins with a single step! Sit down, and I'll see what I can do with your hair." 

After ten minutes, she gave up and decided to leave it to the beautician, tomorrow. 

Tanya need not have worried: both of the Japanese girls did not react in any way. By their faces and voices, Tanya had always looked, dressed and behaved as 'she ' always did now. 

At five to nine, after a light supper, Molly kissed her husband goodnight and, with a lot of trepidation, retraced her footsteps of earlier and headed for the third floor. In the long empty corridor that ran back into the ridge, her footsteps seemed to have an ominous echo and her mind raced. This was definitely not what the Talbots had expected when they accepted the offer back in August: no, they had been expecting... Well she weren't sure what they had been expecting, but she remembered themselves discussing three-in-a-bed romps. Although now that she thought about it, that was a pretty silly idea. She was no pin-up and Tom had definitely been no one's idea of a macho stud and the medical exam would have revealed that he was anything but well-hung at four and a half inches. 

Pat-pat-pat went her bare feet on the on the wooden floor as visions of all sorts of bizarre acts flooded her mind. She almost ran, but where could she go? What was the point any way? Anna controlled the whole island, not just the house. She was trapped. 

Molly reached the lift and froze with her fingers hovering about an inch from the single call button. Oh, God! She thought. I'm terrified. Why did we agree and get our selves into this mess? 

I'm not a lesbian any more than Tom is a woman. It's got to be a sick joke, surely? 

She was actually frozen, unable to move, she did not know how long she had been there when the doors of the lift slid quietly open and Anna stepped out. 

"Hallo, Molly, don't be frightened." Molly heard her say very gently as Anna's right arm slipped gently around her waist and her left arm was gripped with equal gentle firmness. 

The Russian woman guided her into the elevator and she heard the doors slide shut. 

"Oh, Anna, I'm sorry, but I'm not a lesbian." She sobbed. 

"I know! " Anna said in a kindly voice as she hugged the red-head to her. "It doesn't matter!" 

Suddenly Molly began to cry: she hugged the shorter Russian woman to her and sobbed so much that she did not notice the doors slide open again. Anna gently helped her out into the large hallway. She raised her forehead from the little blonde woman's shoulder and looked around. 

The lighting was now muted to show night time and the only lights on were small wall lamps; some of them concealed above pictures or behind sculptures, the latter producing an almost eerie effect. Anna steered her in the opposite direction to the one they had taken a few hours earlier and they passed through another anonymous pale wooden door into a corridor: this one was of normal width and ran for perhaps thirty feet with a door opening of each side plus one at the end. 

"This is my private suite, my dear; living rooms to the left, bedroom to the right and a WC through the door at the end... Worth knowing, in an emergency!" Anna chuckled. 

By now, Molly had either recovered somewhat, or had become resigned to her fate, the older woman wasn't sure which. Gently she eased the red-head through the right hand door into a medium sized cluttered room with subdued lighting. There the headboard of a massive bed set against the back wall, the room was warm and the bed only seemed to have a single thin sheet thrown over it covering the mattress but not the mound of matching pillows at he end. She eased the taller English woman down into one of two armchairs and sat herself down in the other. They were separated by a small table on which stood a bottle of wine with two glasses already poured. 

Anna pushed one towards Molly. "Here, this will help to relax you." Her voice was gentle and had a hint of concern. 

Molly accepted the glass and took a sip: it was a white that she was unfamiliar with, light and pleasant and not too sweet. She carried on drinking as her hostess pointed out the three doors opposite as Bathroom (left), dressing room (centre) and panic room to the right. "In case of terrorist attack!" She said in passing. 

Anna finished her wine, placed the glass on the table and stood up. It was only now that Molly realised that she was dressed in a long loose blue silk robe secured at the waist by a yellow silk sash. She moved over to her guest, leaned over and kissed her on top of her head. "Thank you for coming." She said gently before returning to her seat. 

Molly's mind seemed to do a back-flip. That was the least thing that she expected. She panicked and tried to think of something to say. "Your - your bedroom's much smaller than ours." 

Anna smiled and refilled the wine glasses. "It's cosy, that's what I like. When I was a little girl, over forty years ago, I always dreamed of a big bedroom. This would have seemed massive to me then." She mused. 

Molly was shocked and without thinking blurted out. "How old are you?" 

She received a warm smile. "I'm fifty." She said quietly and stood up slowly. She undid her sash and allowed the silk robe to slide off her shoulders and float down to the floor in gentle slow motion. 

Wide eyed, Molly stared, eyes wide, mouth open. Then she blurted out: "Ohmygod! No way!" 

The woman who pirouetted slowly in front of her could have passed for thirty with no trouble at all. Her body was slim, her skin smooth and flawless and her breasts were firm and self supporting. She could not be fifty! Molly's eyes travelled up and down the small perfect body - she had no body hair at all. 

Anna smiled when it was obvious that Molly was gazing at her pubic region. "That is the only cosmetic surgery that I have undergone - electrolysis. The rest is natural, almost! I was KGB, Scientific section... not everything that we worked on was to do with deadly poisons or inventing new steroids for cheating at the Olympics." She said mystically. 

Then when she offered both of her hands to Molly, the English woman grasped them without thinking and was gently, but firmly, pulled upright. 

The red head felt her thin cotton blouse being unbuttoned, but did not resist, then the same happened to the skirt that Natsuki had 'suggested' that she wear. Both garments were soon on the floor and she was standing there in another woman's bedroom in just her bra and panties. 

Anna went no further, but instead, grasped her hand and led her towards the massive bed where she folded back the sheet, climbed in and slid over to the other side leaving the younger straight woman standing at the bedside. She smiled and patted the mattress. 

Molly hesitated and then climbed in as well: not knowing what to expect, but imagining... Well she didn't know what was going to happen, but it was bound to be horrible! 

Anna dimmed the lights still further and rolled onto her side facing her new companion. Who seemed to be lying at attention on her back. She watched her for a minute or two then propped herself up on her elbow. "Comfortable?" She asked gently. 




The Offer



Molly nodded, then asked. "What are you going to do to me? Will it hurt?" 

"I hope not, why should it?" Came the concerned reply. 

Molly was puzzled. "It always does when my husband, you know, enters me." 

Anna gently reached over and stroked her hair. "That's because he's a man. They are all clumsy and don't know what a woman wants. I'm going to do nothing to you that you won't like... Promise! I want you to enjoy it and to like me, so there is no way that I am going to hurt you, my darling. I am definitely not going to, enter you, as you put it." 

The redhead was at a loss: this was definitely the last thing that she expected. 

"Have you ever kissed another woman?" 

"No!" 

There was a chuckle. "Well close your eyes and you can imagine that I am a man, if you want too." There was a pause and then Anna continued. "Shall we give it a try?" 

Molly didn't know what to do, the woman was being kind and gentle... Not what she had expected at all. She hesitated and the said. "Okay, I'll try to respond." She closed her eyes and waited. 

She felt her head being lifted ever so gently from thr pillow, then a pair of soft lips closed over her firmly closed mouth, a hand caressed a nipple and she gasped at the sudden tingle. The kiss was gentle and seemed to go on for ever. It was a beautiful, thoughtful kiss. A kiss that seemed to give as well as take. A kiss that seemed to make her light-headed. A kiss that worshipped her as a woman. 

"Oh, wow!" She said when Anna finally broke off. She was glad she was not standing because she knew that her legs would have given way. "Oh, Anna..." 

She opened her eyes and could see the older woman smiling down at her. That was the best kiss that she had ever experienced. She saw the head descend this time and felt her own mouth relax... Her eyes seemed to close on their own as Anna kissed her again. It was gentle, but firm and then, to her surprise, she felt a tongue slide into her mouth and lick against the roof before gently caressing her own tongue which responded without her thinking about it. The kiss went on and on and she became even more light headed and confused. 

Anna broke off gently then nibbled the side of her neck. Even that felt wonderful and she began to relax. May be it was the wine, maybe it was Anna; she wasn't sure, but the one thing that she was sure about was that she didn't care. "Tom has never kissed me like that." She said sounding slightly mystified." 

"Who's Tom?" Came the Husky reply. 

"Molly giggled. "Sorry, Tanya has never kissed me like that." 

There was a chuckle. "She will, when I have finished with her - you'll see!" 

She tried to imagine her clumsy husband as a gentle, loving woman. The thought caused her to laugh. 

Anna was surprised at the reaction. She was even more surprised when Molly kissed her, not expertly, but enthusiastically. Okay, her tongue was a little too probing, but for a first time, it was a good effort. Gently Anna hugged her and taking control, rolled her on to her side. The kiss lingered and the Russian woman knew that her multimillion pound investment in the couple would pay off... 

"What do you intend to do to me next?" Molly asked, still sounding a little unsure. As she felt a hand gently massaging her back. 

She saw the older woman smile. "Nothing that you are uncomfortable with. Let's just, I think you Brits say: snog?" 

Molly giggled. But Anna recognised it as a nervous reaction and kissed her again, but this time she began to very gently play with her breasts, concentrating on the small nipples. She felt the young woman shiver in appreciation and smiled to herself. 

They spent the next hour kissing and fondling but the older woman was careful not let her hands stray anywhere near her friend's pussy, not yet: next time. May be, but not tonight. She did caress her breasts however and initial token objections soon turned to moans of appreciation. She also played with her ass a little; but again was careful not to overdo it: they eventually drifted off to sleep like two spoons in a draw with Anna's hands clasped in front of Molly's tummy. On the whole it had been a promising first step on a very long road. 

Molly found herself being woken by a maid with a cup of tea on a silver tray. It was six fifty and she was alone. She was informed that Anna had arisen at five and was now working: which was how she normally began her days. 

The English woman showered and then found clean clothes laid out for her including blue silk panties, a white silk blouse that was almost see-through. There was also a black, light weight skirt that would have been tight if the right hand side hadn't been slit nearly to the waist! 

She returned to her own suite just in time to set off on the usual early morning walk with Tanya who was going outside in a skirt for the first time and was not very happy about it. 

"Everyone will laugh at me!" The former Tom Talbot complained with feeling. 

"No they won't. One word from you to Anna and there would be hell to pay... Do you think they don't know that? Now come on otherwise we will be late for breakfast." Tanya followed her out into the hallway. "And stop slouching otherwise I'll laugh at you!" 

They walked to the other end of their floor and took the lift down to the lowest level then followed the long tunnel to what was known as 'the front door'. When they reached it they slipped on their trainers and approached the security desk. Actually the small neat, building was partly carved out of the cliff and served as an entrance, a security post and an observation lounge: hence the front of it was almost totally glass as were the sides of the part that was above ground. 

There were two women on duty who logged them out without stopping them and wished them a cheery. "Good morning, Molly! Good morning, Tanya!" As the couple left by way of the glass double doors. 

"See, what did I tell you?" Molly asked as Tanya glanced over his shoulder at the security women to see if they were laughing. 

He seemed disappointed that they were bent over a computer screen discussing something probably work-related and seemed to have forgotten about him. 

The walk began in the semi-formal garden that surrounded the entrance. They followed the path then emerged onto the untamed hillside with its longer grass, bushes and wild flowers. It teamed with birds of all sizes and colours most of which were unfamiliar to them. "We will have to buy a bird book next time we go into Kempton ." Molly said in passing. 

"Not going!" Muttered Tanya sullenly. 

This time Molly could see that he had a point but didn't say anything about his planned re-modelling. 

As they followed the familiar, and well trodden path: the grass being largely warn away; they saw other residents from time to time and Molly waved cheerfully to them receiving the same greeting back. 

He remained silent for most of the walk, but as they turned back towards the Hacienda, enquired. "How was it last night?" 

"Surprisingly pleasantly: she snogged me, that was all. Anna is very gentle and thoughtful. I'd been expecting something like rape, but she didn't force herself on me at all. It was nice!" 

This was the last thing that her husband expected to her to say so he continued with: 

"Are you a lesbian now, then?" 

"Tom!" Molly was taken completely by surprise then she thought and added. "Not yet, but I think that we both will be this time next year. Isn't that the general idea?" 

Tanya lapsed into silence and remained that way until after they had returned to their suite. 

* * * * * 

The beautician seemed to do very little with Tanya except 'tut' as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

"Okay, I'll just trim it to shape it a little. You can't achieve a feminine style just by letting it grow, you know: all you get is a scruffy mess; an Ah don' allow none of my ladies to become scruffy!" The woman, a native Islander, chuckled. "Now, let's see..." 

She took very little off, but when she had finished, Tanya muttered. "I look like a dyke!" 

"No! Believe me darlin', you do not!" The woman chuckled again as she showed the result, a rather gender neutral pudding basin cut, to Molly. 

"Umm. Can you do anything about those eyebrows?" 

"Dat's next on de agenda, yo'll see!" Another chuckle. "Then we start teaching about make-up," 

The Woman bustled around then moved Tanya over to a theatrical-looking vanity and started work again. When she had finished, a surprisingly short-time later, even Tanya was impressed by the result. 

Finally the woman chuckled and showed them a pair of realistic-looking silicone breast forms and then had Tanya strip to the waist. Deftly, she smeared 'goo' on to his hairless flat chest, then, after lining up the first 'breast', pressed it into place and smoothed down the edges. 

As she applied the second one, she explained. "These is about as life-like as they come. An' they is shower-proof too. The glue will last for a month and then they will need re-attaching. To anyone touching them, well they'll feel like the real thing. The little cups that went over yo' nipples, well they transfer sensation..." 

She brushed her fingers across the artificial nipples and made Tanya gasp in surprise. 

When Tanya stood in front of the full height mirror, she stared, open mouthed for several minutes at the image in front of her: when she smiled, the well-endowed girl smiled back. Beneath her thin cotton skirt, she felt her little dick twitch for the first time in over a week... This seemed so right! 

"See yo' in two weeks." The beautician said as she smiled at her handiwork. "Here, yo'd better wear this." 

Molly took the bra from her and fastened it behind Tanya's back. The breasts really did feel like the real the real thing. 

"They're sooo big," her husband said. "heavy too; how do you cope?" 

Molly chuckled. "I think you are about to find out. Welcome to the club, darling." 

"They's only 'C' cup: I believe that Madam intends you to get bigger ones eventually, 'cos that's what she likes." The beautician said as she handed Tanya her blouse... It wouldn't fasten. 

Tanya glanced at the mirror again and saw that the girl inside was still looking at her... Somehow it felt right... What was happening to him/her? 

Molly steered the dazed girl/boy out of the salon and back to their apartment. Tanya seemed to be better as a woman than Tom had been as a man: fleetingly, she wondered what was happening to them. It didn't seem to matter any more: the only thing that mattered was the end result. 

Over the next few days, Tanya seemed to become quite attached to her new breasts and began, with Molly's encouragement, wearing clothes that accentuated them. 

Molly took to gently squeezing and fondling them when ever they kissed... They really did feel like the real thing and when she played with the nipples, Tanya actually moaned: her little wee-wee twitched, but refused to get hard any more. 

Molly started taking her to bed in the afternoons where they would lie in each other's arms and play with their changing bodies. Tanya tried to get a hard on, but for some reason it didn't work any more, although it was still sensitive as Molly found out when she brought Tanya to orgasm by rubbing her mound against it - it spat at her. 

She grabbed the little blonde by the hair and dragged her head down to the mess on her belly: "Now lick it off!" The redhead demanded. "Lick me out while you are at it." 

Tanya was amazed. She had never seen Molly's aggressive side before and had never suspected that she had one. She became even more aggressive when she began grinding her labia against Tanya's face. 

"Molly, please!" The little blonde wailed, but the redhead did not stop until she had cum a further twice. 

3. All Girls Together. 

Molly and Tanya awoke in Hospital, or at least they thought that they did. Time seemed to be passing as a series of freeze-frame moments. 

* * * * * 

After the beauty treatment, life returned to its general routine, although with a distinct dream-like quality about it. First Tanya, then Molly began to lose track of the days... They no longer seemed to pass in the correct sequence. 

They both became more emotional and would argue over the least little thing: then the bickering would stop and they would tearfully make up. They mentioned this to a young Russian doctor who came to check their progress one afternoon about a fortnight later. "Not to worry!" She said. "Its just the hormones that you are both taking... Bound to be instability. Soon pass, thank you." 

After the second visit to the beauty salon, during which the woman lightened Tanya's blonde hair: they both began to notice changes. 

"How long have we been here?" Tanya enquired in a bemused voice. 

"I don't know," Molly answered. "But according to our bank account, its sixteen weeks! See, there's £32,000 in it at a thousand a week each, that's sixteen weeks." 

Tanya jumped to her feet. "It can't be... I can't account for more than a few of them, can you?" 

She shouted for their maids and Natsuki trotted in within seconds. The Japanese girl bowed to them then stared wide-eyed when she noticed their anguish. "Are my ladies alright?" She enquired. "How can I help you ladies be happy?" 

Molly explained about the missing time and the diminutive girl looked relieved. "Ah, not to worry: is a side effect of the treatment and medication, that's all... You have been paid for the lost time: some of what you have forgotten was less than pleasant. 

The second electrolysis session was difficult, yes, I think that that is why you forgot it." 

Tanya whipped off her skirt and pushed down her panties. "Look at me!" She wailed. "I'm shrinking: and it doesn't work any more!" 

Molly and Natsuki peered at the blonde's tiny organ. Her penis was less than two inches long and her testicles were equally shrunken." 

"Not any good? Can be removed at anytime, Tanya." Natsuki made an unsuccessful attempt at reassurance. 

Tanya suddenly felt inadequate... "N-no! I don't want to lose it. Anna said that everything would be reversible." 

Molly chuckled and dis-robed. "Oh, darling, don't make such a fuss about a silly little thing. Look, my clitty's bigger and you're shrinking!" 

Tanya stared open mouthed. Molly's clitoris was a good inch long and looked like a cock... It even had a tiny fold behind its head. 

"This has all happened since this morning... How long ago was this morning?" Tanya wailed. 

At that point Wakana, the other Japanese girl, bustled in with a tea tray. "Things never seem so bad after a cup of tea." She informed them. 

* * * * * 

"Take it easy, Molly, it was a difficult bit of microsurgery, but its over now." The Dutch lady doctor reassured her. The Doctor seemed to be slipping in and out of focus. 

Molly's crotch seemed to be burning... It reminded her of how she felt after the electrolysis. She frowned: What electrolysis? 

She had been very itchy, that was all; there had been no burning sensation. 

"Electrolysis?" She enquired of the blurred Doctor. 

The tall Dutch woman laughed. "Not my department, Molly, I'm a microsurgeon. Hold on." 

The Hollander moved over to the door and stuck her head out. "Sister Mitchell, Sister Sheena Mitchell!" She shouted. 

Presently the Scottish nursing sister came trotting into the room and glared: "You yelled again, Doctor Thera?" 

"Ah, goot! My patient, Molly here, has she had electrolysis recently? She seems to be complaining about it." 

Sheena looked down at Molly, smiled and shrugged. "You okay, love?" When Molly nodded she continued. "Both of them have completed all hair removal therapy. 

Molly has had four sessions and Tanya five. Last one she had was eight weeks ago. No complications: so any problems are down to the surgery!" 

The Doctor and the Sister glared at each other even as they both slipped in and out of focus. 

Molly was puzzled. She did a quick sum and came up with twenty eight as the number of weeks that they had been here... Another twelve had slipped by, unnoticed. 

"Where, where's the time gone? I only thought that we had been here for about ten weeks." She asked plaintively. 

Suddenly the Doctor and Nurse slipped into sharp focus and looked stunned. Then the Dutch lady stuck her head out of the room and yelled again: "Doctor Baumbach. In here, NOW." 

The one thing that Doctor Thera seemed particularly good at was shouting. After a minute or two, another Doctor, a short dumpy brunette, joined them. "Ja, Amsing, was ist falsch?" 

"Cäcilia, zij heeft geconstateerd dat er tijd ontbreekt." The conversation then seemed to run through a number of languages and was accompanied with a lot of hand waving, head shaking, finger poking and foot stamping. It involved all three of them and lasted for several minutes until Molly stuck her fingers in her ears and screamed. 

The Three medics stopped arguing in mid-bicker and looked at her then Doctor Amsing Thera uttered one phrase in her guttural accent that Molly recognised. It was a simple phrase that caused her to stare at them open mouthed. 

"For God's sake, sedate her!" 

After Molly had calmed down:, Doctor Thera smiled at her... "I think ve vere at crossed purposes. Not electrolysis... I operated on your clitoris: you'll love it now!" 

Molly drifted off to sleep wondering what the Doctor was going on about. 

* * * * * 

Tanya, formerly Tom, was lying naked and unconscious on the padded examination table while Doctor Thera briefed the two plastic surgeons. The breast forms had been unglued and were lying on the floor. 

"As you can see, the accelerated hormone treatment has worked far better than the official method. I won't call it experimental because the KGB Medical Department vere using the technique for years." 

She looked down on the two women. As she was over six feet tall, this was not difficult. "Six months ago, he was a normal male: now look at him... Or should I say her? 

"Dere vas no breast development at all, but now she is a good 'B; cup. Nipples and areolae are now typical of a young female. You will insert the breast implants in behind the pectoral muscles so that they will not interfere with breast function such as lactation: do you understand?" 

She looked at the two plastic surgeons, one of whom answered. "The implants will go in via the armpits and will take her up to 'D' and further breast growth will improve on this." 

Doctor Thera nodded. "I vant her Adam's Apple pared right down and the same goes for her jaw..." 

One of the surgeons peered at Tanya's tiny penis. "Does it still work?" 

Amsing Thera laughed. "No, and it will never work again: I've done a couple of quick snips inside of it to divert the blood supply so that it can never get hard again. I'd like to castrate him, er, her but that is not allowed. As far as the patient is concerned, they must think that everything is reversible. 

"One last job... I need the vocal chords shortened and tightened and I don't care if that is reversible or not: its all in the notes: take your time... Oh and see what you can add to her hips and arse and stretch her arsehole while you're at it, its not in the notes, but she's going to get fucked that way so we'll make it easy for her!" 

* * * * * 

Anna came to visit them after they had been released from hospital but were still feeling sore. 

They were relaxing in their lounge when there came a knock on the door - something that hardly ever happened. 

Natsuki answered it and they saw her bow as Anna entered. The diminutive Russian woman smiled and suddenly every thing seemed alright. 

"Privyet, dyeti!" She said pleasantly - which they knew approximated as "Hallo Children."