1 comments/ 48065 views/ 6 favorites Sappho's Amulet Ch. 01 By: gystex Note – This story was originally part of CHYOO, an interactive fiction site affiliated with literotica.com. Unfortunately, the story was lost under unknown circumstances. Since it would be a monumental effort to replace the story on CHYOO, I have decided to re-write it here in non-interactive form. Incidentally, there are three things you won't see in this story: Penises, toys, and anal sex. That's just how my tastes run, and if yours are similar, then you've found a story you'll enjoy! CHAPTER ONE: Viva Las Vegas It was on a business trip to Vegas that my life changed forever. Sure, a few people have life-changing events on a trip to the Neon Empire, but rest assured that mine is fairly unique in the city's history. The big payout on the slot machine is only a footnote in my tale. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Victoria Brown, and at the start of this story I was pretty low on life. I started out on the wrong foot in modeling, which is not a good foot to start on in a fiercely competitive field. I had the physical attributes for it; I've been fortunate enough to combine traits from my Arabic, Italian, and Swedish ancestries into a unique look that gives me naturally wavy black hair, bright blue eyes, and a smooth complexion that requires little in the way of embellishment. Unfortunately, I had the misfortune to hook up with a crooked photographer who not only conned me out of about $5,000 for a piss-poor portfolio, but who also snapped some shots of me changing in his dressing room and posted them on his hidden-camera internet site. Maybe I could have rebounded, but frankly I was disillusioned with the whole concept. So, with nothing else to fall back on, I became a secretary. It's steady work for decent pay, but my boss is a predatory bitch and my co-workers either leer at me all day or turn up their noses with jealousy, depending on their gender. Good looks are a mixed blessing. Add to these difficulties the fact that the only apartment I could afford in L.A. is an overflow from the college dorms, with all the associated noise problems, and a breakup with a fiancé who I discovered was holding veritable orgies at various hotel suites while pretending to be on business trips, and one can see why I might have been a teensy bit unhappy with my life. At the age of 24, I was cynical, depressed, ad seriously considering becoming an alcoholic. So leads up to that trip to Vegas. The previously mentioned predatory bitch, Lisa Hayes, had asked me to accompany her to a conference for the first time and I was naïve enough to think that it might be a good thing (which, to be fair, it turned out to be, but not for any of the reasons I might have guessed). I saw myself at her side during meetings with important business figures, mingling with the rich and successful, making the suggestion that turned a deal around and impressed the hell out of everyone present – the standard cliché of the secretary who makes good. The reality was a far cry. Ms. Hayes was hard enough to please in the office, but she proved impossible on the road. No report I gave her was complete, no call was made quickly enough, and when I tried to take some initiative I was reprimanded for "thinking too much". By the third day of the trip, I was ready to walk out and get a job as a cocktail waitress in one of the casinos. Fortunately, it was on that third day that Ms. Hayes received an unexpected invitation to a formal dinner, and I was left alone for the first time. I hadn't had the opportunity until that moment to explore the Strip, and thought that I probably should. With fifty dollars in gambling funds in my pocket, I started at the Stratosphere and began making my way down the strip toward the Luxor. By the time I made it to the black pyramid, I had ten dollars left, which I dropped into a single high-payoff slot machine. A thousand dollars dropped out! For the next hour I visited the tables and worked my winnings, drinking fine wine and living in the moment. Sure, it wasn't very responsible of me, but the lure of Vegas is irresistible sometimes. And to my continued good fortune, I actually continued my winning streak. By the time I was through for the night, I was no less than fifteen hundred dollars ahead! The thing that was to change my life, though, hadn't actually happened yet. I immediately upgraded my economy room to a suite, and spent the next hour luxuriating in the Jacuzzi. Unfortunately, I knew my relief from tension was short-lived. The next day it would be back to the grind with work, the stress of dealing with Lisa Hayes, and though I was a little richer for the experience it still didn't change the fact that my job, and my life, were going nowhere. That's not to say that nothing ever would change that fact, though, as I found out when I emerged from the bath. The room had a small personal safe, into which I decided to place my remaining winnings. Upon opening the safe, I discovered that the room's previous occupant had left something behind. It was a red velvet jewelry case, heavy and obviously holding something of value. I went to the phone to call the front desk and report it, but for some reason I couldn't take the action of lifting the receiver and making the call. Instead, I opened the case. Inside was a necklace. The chain and amulet were made of a dark, lustrous gray metal, smooth and shiny, heavy to the feel. The amulet itself was of an unusual design: a pair of circles interlocked, with crosses underneath, and at the center of each circle was a large, dark red ruby. It felt warm in my hand. The chain had no clasp, but was large enough to slip over my head. I had almost done so before I stopped myself. This thing wasn't mine, after all. It had been left by whoever had previously used the room. For some reason, though, I couldn't shake the urge to put it on, wear it, admire myself in the mirror. I placed the necklace on the bed and removed my clothes (why? I couldn't have answered that at the time). Once I was completely naked, I picked up the amulet and walked to the mirrored wall at one side of the bedroom, looking at my own reflection. Ever since my failed start at modeling, I had let myself go a bit. My waist had softened, my skin tone had dropped a bit, my hair and makeup no longer professional grade. In addition, I was tired from a long day, and my underwire bra had left some unattractive marks on my skin. I can't say I was entirely happy with what I saw in the mirror, even though objectively speaking there was nothing really wrong with me. I held the necklace up in front of me, watching how the rubies caught the light and twinkled in my eyes. For a disconcerting moment, I felt like it was looking back at me. Slowly, as if aware that I was making a bigger choice than just trying on a necklace, I slipped it over my head and let it rest just above and between my breasts. A warm shiver ran through me. I closed my eyes and moaned in response to an almost orgasmic pleasure, a tingle that started where the amulet touched me and spread over my skin to the tips of my fingers and toes. The feeling was like being immersed in a pool of warm seltzer, relaxing and invigorating at the same time. My body felt as though it were floating off the ground and glowing with a warm, red light. I opened my eyes, and beheld a transformation. It was still me in the mirror, but I had never seen myself in such a way. My eyes had brightened, my hair luminous and flowing. The minor blemishes on my skin had vanished utterly. My breasts, which had always been a bit too large to avoid sagging, were suddenly supporting themselves in utter defiance of gravity. They had even enlarged a bit, and my nipples had hardened into dark red peaks over half an inch long and perhaps three inches wide. My body had toned, leaving me with visible abs and wonderfully defined legs, which had also gone silky smooth despite my not having shaved in three days. I looked at my hands, and saw that the paper cuts inevitable to a secretary had vanished, and my nails looked professionally manicured. Looking back in the mirror, I saw that my eyelashes had lengthened, my cheekbones had raised just slightly, and my lips had become full, red, and shining wet of their own accord. I had, in short, become my own idealized version of myself. The amulet had done this; of that there was no question. Its rubies glowed briefly as I watched, then faded to reflect only the light of the room. * * * * * All my exhaustion had fled. I felt not like someone who had just finished a long and active day, but one who had just awakened from a twelve-hour sleep. I couldn't stay in the room; I had to get out. I actually came close to walking out nude before I realized that it would probably be a good idea to dress. I had brought a formal red dress along, on the off chance that I might actually need such a thing, and I pulled it on quickly. My new breasts needed no support, and so for the first time in ten years I tossed the bra aside. My three-inch heels actually felt comfortable on my feet. I sat down to apply some makeup, but quickly realized that I didn't need any, nor did my hair require so much as a brushing. In less than five minutes I was out the door and ringing for the elevator. I remembered that the boy running the lift had caught my eye on the way up, and I wondered if he might still be there, now that I knew I was irresistible. Sure enough, the doors opened, and his eyes went wide at the sight of me. "Wh-what floor, please?" he stammered. "Lobby," I replied. Oddly, he didn't seem all that attractive to me anymore, though I could tell he'd be putty in my hands if I wanted him to. I couldn't imagine that my newly discovered appeal had already made me decide he was out of my league – for one thing, I'm just not that shallow. On the way down, I thought about other men I had found attractive, men from work, guys I knew in school, celebrity hunks, and I found that none of them seemed all that great anymore. For the first time, I began to wonder if the gift of the amulet came at a price. I had the face and figure of a goddess, but the sex drive of a mannequin. Was it a worthwhile trade? I wasn't sure. When I emerged from the elevator, it was into a crowd that instantly parted in my presence. The mostly-male group got a good look at me as I passed, and while I found the attention stimulating I couldn't shake the melancholy of the fact that these men did nothing for me in return. Still, I couldn't bear the idea of taking the necklace off just yet. I felt that it was somehow becoming part of me, and while that thought scared me a little, it also felt warm and intimate. It seemed like a gift, a beautiful gift, left just for me. My only concern was, at what cost did all this come? The loss of my sex drive seemed a small price to pay, except that somewhere deep within me there was a lingering desire. I desperately wanted to feel the rapture of sexual contact, but was at a loss insofar as how exactly to achieve it. Somehow I knew my own hand wouldn't do the trick. "May I get you something to drink?" The voice of the waitress startled me out of my own thoughts. I turned to look at her – – and time came to a complete stop. She was slim, petite, and blonde. Her hair was held up in a fanciful style, her outfit reminiscent of the Egyptian theme of the casino. Her eyes were green, bright, and very beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. I felt an indescribable yearning to touch her, kiss her, make her my own. The girl, for her own part, seemed transfixed by me. Her mouth dropped open in shock, her cheeks flushed, her lovely eyes went wide. She actually trembled under my gaze. "My God," she whispered, "you're so beautiful!" The obvious truth struck me at that moment. The meaning of the amulet became obvious: the Venus sign, the symbol of femininity, one embracing another. It was not for men to give me what I craved, it was for women. I wanted this lovely girl, to feel her body next to me, to give her pleasure and let her please me in return. I felt her burning lust and it increased my own, until I felt I might take her right then and there. But I was still in control, and through a powerful effort of will, I suppressed my needs for the moment. "Red wine," I said. "A glass of your finest, please." "R-right away, Miss," she said, and turned reluctantly to go. I looked around the room. Everywhere I turned, a pair of female eyes were upon me. They were all watching me, desiring me, ignoring whomever else they were with at the moment in order to drink of my beauty. It took enormous effort to turn away from their eyes, and ignore the longing within me for each of them, any of them, all of them. I could almost feel their lust, see the images they conjured in their heads, images where they loved and worshipped my body with hands, lips, and tongues. The amulet felt warm against my bare skin, as if charged by the sheer sexual energy that surrounded me. My waitress returned with a glass of wine, then left quickly as if trying to hide her lustful feelings. I sipped the wine slowly, without tasting it, wondering what I should do. It would be all too easy to give in to my new feelings (I had never felt the slightest lesbian tendencies until then) but I couldn't help but think that there was something very wrong about it. Not that I think there's something deviant about homosexual behavior, I'm not like that, it was more that I knew that this particular attraction was unnatural. It couldn't be that I had happened to stumble upon a bar filled with lesbians – something was making them want me, and that something could only be the amulet. I didn't like the idea that I might be compelling women against their will. Abruptly, I got up from the table, threw a twenty down to cover my tab, and walked out. * * * * * I made my way quickly through the lobby, noticing that the women I passed all turned to watch me, while the men seemed to be taking only slight interest. My own reactions were harder to ignore, and I found that I wanted to reach out and touch those lovely, firm, feminine bodies as I walked by. The need grew ever stronger, and I knew that eventually I would have to give in to it, but I still couldn't bear to remove the amulet. Once outside, I was engulfed by the crowd that walked the strip. I wasn't in the mood for so many people, so I walked for a block off the strip and took the less crowded path. Normally it isn't entirely smart for a woman to walk in empty streets at night, but somehow I felt safe, as if the amulet were protecting me. Besides, the streets weren't entirely empty. There were others who for one reason or another chose to avoid the strip, and I didn't meet their eyes. It was easier that way. I walked without looking up at all, for many blocks, and when I finally did stop and take notice of where I was I was startled to find I had walked the full length of the strip and then some, well past the spire of the Stratosphere and almost half the distance to downtown. I had left the crowd behind me some time ago. Oddly, though I'd just walked a few miles in high heels, my feet didn't hurt. I headed back over to Las Vegas Boulevard to get my bearings. I wasn't lost, of course – it's hard to get lost when there's a blaze of glowing buildings marking the path. I found myself facing a little porn-and-strip club, and if for no other reason than the fact that I was slightly chilled, I decided to head inside. The interior had the scent of dust and cigarette smoke. It wasn't what you would call a classy joint, but it was reasonably clean. Racks of movie boxes with sensuous, slutty faces stared out at me, though to my own surprise they didn't get my blood up. Presumably, it had to be a real woman. The man behind the counter looked briefly up at me, nodded, and went back to his little black-and-white TV. My effect on men was definitely wearing off, and I imagined my effect on women could be growing stronger by comparison. I had made up my mind to go when I noticed that the store offered live shows in the back. Curiosity took hold of me and led me into the black-painted rooms at the rear of the store. I found a corkboard on the wall with a few polaroids of the night's featured "models". They looked like pretty girls, with nice bodies, and I found myself wondering what the live show might be like. I certainly had a longing to see some naked female flesh. I chose one of the girls at random, an olive-skinned beauty named "Sapphire", and made my way into one of the booths. It was small and dark, but clean. I read the list of prices on the wall: five dollar activation, minimum twenty dollar tip for a single girl, sixty for two girls. My mouth watered at the prospect of seeing a lesbian show, but something stopped me from that action. Perhaps I was afraid of the intensity of my own desires. I picked up the phone by the still-opaque window in front of me, and heard a female voice on the other end. "Hi, what can we do for you tonight?" she asked brightly. My throat was dry. "I'd like to see Sapphire," I said, trying to keep my voice normal. "Okay, she'll be right with you!" the voice replied. "Just hold the phone a moment…" I waited, a growing dampness between my legs telling me how turned on I was by the sheer anticipation of the moment. I could hear shuffling noises on the other side of the window, and wondered what to expect. "Hi," said a new voice on the phone. "This is Sapphire. Are you ready?" "Yes," I said. "Okay, I'll need twenty dollars to start." I had anticipated this, of course, and slipped the twenty through the slot. "Great, thanks. Now, put a five into the other slot, and that will open the window." I slipped the money in with a trembling hand, and the window instantly cleared. She reclined on her back, on a cushioned platform, facing me. Her legs were spread wide and her hand caressed her smooth, shaved pussy, rolling her clit back and forth. Her breasts were likewise bare, and they were firm and round, her nipples tense and hard. She smiled sweetly at me with full, red lips. "Hey there," she said. "I'm glad you came by tonight." "Um, thanks," I replied, unsure of the appropriate response in such a situation. "So, did you want to see anything special?" I had no idea what she meant by that. "Just what you normally do," I replied. She smiled again, and lifted her hips to give me an even closer look at her lovely pink pussy. I had never seen one so close before, and it seemed like such a beautiful thing, soft and smooth and so sweet. Her eyes went heavy as she pleasured herself, and I heard her purr with contentment. "I love performing for a woman," she said. "Making love to another woman can be so erotic. Do you like what you see?" "Mm-hm," I replied, unable to say anything else. Suddenly the curtain behind her opened, and another girl peeked inside. Her mouth opened in surprise. "Oops," she said. "I was just coming back in to pick up my panties." Of course, I knew that she hadn't come in by accident, but I played along. "That's all right," I replied. To my delight, she leaned over the other girl's body, her large and full tits rubbing against the Sapphire's smooth skin. "Actually, the two of us are really good friends," she said with a wink. "Maybe you'd like to see?" I nodded slowly. Like it or not, I was about to get the full show. "What's it worth to you?" she asked. Money didn't matter at this point, and even if I hadn't been successful at the tables, I think I would have hocked my car to get a look at this show. "I'll give you another forty," I said, not wanting to be taken advantage of even if I could afford it. "Great," she replied. "I'm Nikki." I put two more twenties through the slot. Before the bills hit the platform, Nikki let her long tongue down and took a gentle taste of Sapphire's pussy. Her eyes stayed locked on me as she tickled her lover's clit, and spread her lips with the tips of her fingers. Sappho's Amulet Ch. 01 I was transfixed – I couldn't tear my eyes away. I had never been so turned on just by watching. And they were really pretty girls, too, with lovely bodies and smoldering eyes. I noticed that my own hand had wandered between my legs and was stroking my own pussy up and down. "I want to see you kiss and play with each other's breasts," I said softly. Nikki gave Sapphire's pussy one last long lick, and sat up, pulling the other girl up next to her. She whispered into Sapphire's ear, and they both giggled, then embraced and kissed deeply, sucking on each other's tongues. Then Sapphire lowered her lips to Nikki's breast and drew the nipple into her mouth, while Nikki arched her back and enjoyed the sensation. After a very pleasant moment of hot lesbian loving, they both turned to look at me, Sapphire still tonguing her lover's tit. "We're stepsisters, you know," Nikki said. "We grew up together," Sapphire confirmed. I imagined this was just part of their act, but who cared? "So you've always been lovers?" I asked. "Ever since we grew tits," Nikki said. "You know, for two hundred dollars, you can take us out for breakfast." I froze. I knew a proposition when I heard one. Obviously they couldn't come right out and say it, as soliciting was illegal in Vegas, but it was clear to me they would be willing to provide services for tips. "Both of you?" I asked. "We do everything together," Sapphire said as she switched to Nikki's other tit and made it wet with her tongue. The window went opaque. Frantically, I dug into my purse for another five and another twenty, put them into the appropriate slots, and the window cleared once again. The girls were deeply involved in kissing each other, and when they turned to face me, Nikki continued to lick at Sapphire's lips and rub her naked breasts with both hands. "So, what do you think," Sapphire asked. "Do you want to have some more fun?" I considered carefully. I knew that once they had a good look at me, they would likely fall under the spell of the amulet. But this was their chosen line of work, and they would be paid, so it wasn't a matter of them not wanting to. There were no moral questions here. "All right," I said. "What's all right?" Nikki asked. "You have to say it, you know." I understood; they had to speak in riddles and such, in order to avoid sting operations. "I'll pay you two hundred dollars to have sex with me," I said, my heart pounding in my throat. "Meet us out in front in half an hour?" Sapphire asked. "I'll be there," I replied. I watched them kiss and make out until the window went white again, then quickly left. * * * * * Since I had no transportation of my own, the first thing I did was use the pay phone out front and hire a limousine. At this rate, I would go through my winnings fairly quickly, but for the moment I didn't care. "Would you like a specific chauffer?" they had asked. I thought hard for a moment. "Is Julia still there?" I asked, picking a name out of thin air. "You mean, Julie?" "Yes, Julie." "Yes, she's still with us. And… it looks like she's available! I'll send her to pick you up." I gave the address and hung up the phone. I wasn't sure what had made me ask for "Julia", except that I wanted a female driver and the name had popped into my head somehow. The limousine arrived fifteen minutes later, and the driver stepped out to greet me. I saw her cheeks flush at the sight of me, but she kept her composure. "Good evening, Miss Brown," she said, holding the door open for me. "Victoria," I insisted. "Victoria, then. Come on in." Julie was a tall, statuesque blonde. Her hair had been tucked and rolled under her cap, but I got the idea that it would be long and straight if worn loose. Her uniform hid her figure to a certain extent, but it was easy to tell the curves were there. Her eyes were deep brown. I slid inside the limousine and settled onto the large, comfortable back seat as Julie went around to the front. "So, where would you like me to take you tonight?" she asked with a smile. "We're waiting for two more passengers, they should be around in a moment." "Of course." We waited in the car for five long minutes. I hadn't been in a luxury limousine before, and I marveled at how quietly the engine ran and how secure from the outside world I felt. This was definitely a perk of having money that I would have fun getting used to. Eventually, my girls emerged from the shop, and I pointed them out to Julie. "There they are," I said. I wondered if she would frown on the idea of picking up two women who were obviously prostitutes, but her professionalism held. She stepped out of the car with a bright smile and held the door open for them. They ducked inside the car with appreciative looks. "Wow, this is classy," Sapphire said. She was dressed in green PVC that looked to be painted on her body, a halter top half-unzipped and a short skirt that barely covered her, as well as matching heels. Nikki was dressed similarly, but in red. They sat facing me, close together, smiling seductively. "Where to, Victoria?" Julie asked from the front seat. "Just cruise up and down the strip for a bit," I said. I touched the control that closed off the front seat from the back, and settled in as the car smoothly accelerated into the street. "You travel in style," Nikki said. "It's nice." I reached into my purse and pulled out two hundreds, passing them over. "Just so that's out of the way," I said. "Thanks," Nikki replied. Our fingertips brushed as I handed her the money, and she twitched her hand back. "Oh! You gave me a shock, I think." Sapphire took Nikki's hand and sucked her finger gently into her mouth, kissing and licking the tip. "Is that better?" she asked. "Uh-huh," Nikki said with a smile. "Our new friend Victoria should feel those lips, you know." As much as I wanted to, I wasn't sure I was ready to take that step. "That's all right," I said. "I like watching you together." "That's only because you haven't tasted us yet," Sapphire purred. "But we do like it when people watch us. Especially pretty women." "And you are so very pretty, isn't she, Sapphire?" Nikki said, her eyes catching mine for a moment. I knew that the amulet was working its magic on her. "Yes, Victoria is very sexy and beautiful," Sapphire said. Their eyes glowed with a real hunger, not just the show they would put on for a customer, and I felt the gem on my chest glow with energy. "Make love to each other," I whispered. The girls turned their eyes back to one another and brought their lips together, kissing and tonguing their lips while their hands roamed over their bodies. Sapphire took Nikki's zipper down through its few clinging teeth and spread her top open, revealing those wonderfully round and firm breasts that she had licked so eagerly in my private show a short time before. Rather than lick them this time, however, she let Nikki take her top off and the girls pressed their lovely tits together, nipples to nipples, and lips to lips. For the first time, I heard one of them moan slightly, and I didn't know who it was. "Oh God, Nikki, that feels so good," Sapphire whispered as she leaned back and let her lover suck at her nipples. I had no experience with professionals outside of what I was getting that night, but something about their performance struck me as very real, and I think it surprised even them. Sapphire pulled Nikki tightly into her bosom, clenching her fingers in the other girl's hair as she rocked slightly back and forth and moaned with pleasure. Nikki, for her own part, had slipped down to the floor of the car onto her knees, and her hand reached into her short skirt to touch her sex. Then Sapphire fell back onto the seat, arching her back high, spreading her legs so Nikki could dive in between. Somewhere her hand struck a control and the moonroof on top of the car slid open, letting in the cool night air and the sounds of the Strip. It was very exciting to feel that we were in an open car, and that no one outside knew of the hot encounter going on within. "Fuck me, you hot slut," Sapphire whispered through clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard, make me come…" Nikki eagerly loved and licked Sapphire's pussy, making her lover gasp and groan with delight. These girls were really hot for each other, I knew, and I was hot for them now. I wanted them both to fuck me and make me come just as Sapphire was pleading for Nikki to do. As if responding to my unspoken desire, they opened their eyes and turned to me. Nikki's lips were wet with Sapphire's secretions, and they both stared openly at me with animal lust. And at last, I gave in to my own needs. "Come to me," I commanded. "Come to me and make love to me." As if hypnotized, they crawled across the floorboards and slid onto the back seat, one on either side of me. I leaned in and kissed Sapphire first, and as our lips touched a spark seemed to shoot from the amulet into my breasts, then through my mouth to hers. She snapped backwards for a moment, then fiercely kissed my lips and plunged her tongue deeper into my mouth that I would have thought possible. Then I felt Nikki's body against me and her lips eagerly searching for mine. I left Sapphire and threw myself into an embrace with Nikki, once again feeling the hot fire of the spark shoot through me and into her. A sweet, heavy cream on her lips could only be Sapphire's sex, and I savored the heady aroma and the succulent taste of another woman, on another woman's kiss. Two slim hands slid the zipper down on the back of my dress, and the straps from my shoulders, until my breasts were bared just as theirs were. Together they lowered lips to my nipples and sucked them deeply. I leaned back and luxuriated in the wonderful sensation, letting each talented tongue work its magic on me. Sapphire's lips left my nipple first, and she licked her way down my body, lowering my dress as she went. I lifted my hips to allow her to remove it completely, and soon I was nude except for the glowing amulet and my red spike heels. It felt rather naughty to leave the shoes on, and of course to take off the amulet was out of the question. Sapphire's hands eased my legs apart, and her pretty face closed in on my naked sex. Her tongue reached closer and closer to my waiting clit, and her breath felt hot on my wet pussy. When her lips touched me, the amulet suddenly burned hot on my chest. I saw its red glow even through closed eyes, and that glow permeated my body, rushing into both my lovers. Sapphire actually screamed with ecstasy, and Nikki's entire body tensed and shuddered in my embrace, her lips sealed to my tit and sucking hard as if to draw the power out of me through the nipples. I pulled her away from my breast and offered her my mouth instead, which she hungrily accepted. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we kissed like sex-starved nymphos, and Sapphire's tongue thrust into my pussy as if to fuck me with her mouth. The three of us held tightly to each other, feeling the power of our lust, until at last I reached a peak and climaxed into Sapphire's pretty face. When I could open my eyes again, I saw Sapphire embracing my leg and gently licking the nectar from my pussy, touching and stroking her own. Nikki lay in my arms, nuzzling my breast, her hand also touching between her own legs. The lights of the Las Vegas Strip shone down on us as the car drove on. * * * * * I dropped the girls off where I had picked them up. "That was amazing," Sapphire told me as she got out. "The best I've ever had," Nikki agreed. She pulled a small card from her boot and passed it over to me. "This is our phone number," she said. "Call us when you're back in town." "We'll give you a discount," Sapphire said with a smile. The three of us kissed one more time, and they left me alone. My thoughts were confused as the car pulled back into traffic. What kind of power was locked up in this simple necklace? What was it turning me into, some kind of slut? I had never even considered doing anything like what I had just done, and yet having done it, all I could think of was what it might be like to make love to other women, more women, their beautiful bodies touching me and their lips giving me pleasure. "Where would you like to go now, Victoria?" Julie asked over the intercom. I hit the switch that lowered the partition, and saw the lights of Vegas out the windshield. I still wasn't sleepy, and in fact what I really wanted was more hot lesbian loving, but I felt that perhaps I should pace myself, or even take a moment to think about these strange new urges. "Take me to the Luxor," I replied after a bit. "I'm going to call it a night." Sappho's Amulet Ch. 02 CHAPTER TWO: Lucky at Cards The limousine pulled up in front of the Luxor, and Julie got out to hold the door for me. I emerged from the car and instantly felt the eyes of all the surrounding women upon me. It was almost as if I could feel their desire, see myself through their eyes. I could particularly feel the presence of the pretty chauffeur next to me, and when she took my hand to help me out of the car, I sensed for a moment the same shock that had run through me and my two recent lovers, Sapphire and Nikki. She did not withdraw her hand, but rather stood there, an eyebrow raised, a smile on her face that might have been amused or seductive. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I could feel a tangible tension in the air. "Thanks for the ride," I said, to break the silence. "Yes, of course," she replied evenly. "It was my pleasure." A sudden, irresistible urge welled up within me, and I leaned forward and kissed her lips. They tasted like sweet honey, and she though she didn't respond she didn't pull away either. The world around us faded, and I felt myself slipping back into that haze of wonderful, all-encompassing lust that I had felt a moment before. It was Julie who pulled away. Letting go of her made me physically ache, but I did so reluctantly. "Thank you for the ride," I said again. "Anytime," she whispered. I turned and walked across the pavement to the casino entrance. As I passed through the revolving doors, I looked back to see Julie wave at me with a sultry wink, then get back into the car and drive away. * * * * * Incredibly, after all the hot lesbian sex I'd had with Nikki and Sapphire, the thing that weighed on my mind as I entered the lobby was Julie's kiss. It had been so hot, so fiery, charged with power and lust... all I wanted was more. Once again I could feel the women around me staring at me, wanting me, desiring me. If anything, it had become even stronger than before. Not only could I see the lust in their eyes, I could feel the tension in the air, the need that swept them as I walked by. It took me several minutes to realize that it wasn't just my own reactions I was sensing, it was theirs. Each time a woman caught sight of me, I could sense her sudden shock of instant attraction, followed by a brief moment of confusion, and then the hunger. It wasn't an intrusive or unwelcome feeling; I could ignore it the same way one ignores surrounding conversations, but for the moment I didn't want to. Feeling the needs of all these women increased my own, and sexual fire had become a drug to me; the more I had, the more I wanted. After a while of just soaking in the admiration and desire of all the woman who saw me, and feeling the need for a breather, I looked for and found an empty chair at a poker table. The other players were all men, unfortunately, but some of them had wives or girlfriends who instantly turned their attention to me. It washed through me like a soothing buzz, as if I'd had a few glasses of wine. "Mind if I join the game?" I asked. "By all means," the dealer replied. "The game is five-card draw. Five-dollar ante, hundred dollar limit on the raise." "I'll take eight hundred in chips, plus five for the pot," I said, sliding the bulk of my remaining winnings over the table. My first cards were decent enough. I held a pair of Jacks from the get-go, and the Ace of Spades. I didn't really know much about estimating odds, but it seemed like the sort of hand I should stick with at least until the draw. The man to the dealer's left started the bet. "Fifty," he said, tossing a chip in. "I'll see it," said the next. "See it, raise it twenty." "Make it an even hundred for the raise," said the man to my right, tossing in a total of $150 in chips. Bluffing. His face was impassive, but I caught his intentions loud and clear. He was holding a worthless hand, I knew. "Call," I said, tossing in my chips. "Dealer folds," the dealer said, putting his cards down. "Discards?" I dropped my two worthless cards, noticing that the man to my right took no cards. He meant to see his bluff through. The new cards I got were no help. The bet started at fifty, and the next man dropped out. The one after him took a moment, but I could sense that it was for show. He was fairly sure of his cards. "Fifty, and fifty more," he said eventually. "Another hundred." That was the bluffer to my right. "Your hundred, and a hundred more," I said, tossing in three chips. My pile was cut by more than half, but the pot was getting rich. "Fold," said the next player. I looked at the confident man, who was no longer so sure of himself. He put his cards down. "Fold," he sighed. That left me and the bluffer, and he wasn't giving up easy. "Another hundred," he said with confidence. "Your hundred, and a hundred more." "Again." I had only a $50 chip left. I was about to turn in some more cash when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and saw a stunningly beautiful red-haired woman, tall and elegant, her eyes brilliant green, her dress black. Her hand felt warm and tingling on my bare shoulder, and for a moment I almost forgot where I was. Where had she come from? How had I not noticed her before? Without a word, she dropped a fifty-dollar chip in front of me. I pushed it and my own remaining chip into the pot. "Call," I whispered, unable to find my voice in the presence of this goddess. The man sighed and dropped his cards onto the table. "Just a pair of sevens," he said. Still unable to speak, I simply showed my cards to the table. He took it well, smiling. "Well, if one must lose, it's a pleasure to lose to a fine woman like yourself." I smiled, thought my mind wasn't on the game or my winnings any more. Mechanically, I swept the pot into a small pile in front of me, leavinga five-dollar chip for the next round. When I looked up, the red-haired beauty was gone. * * * * * "I'll see your two hundred, and raise you five." As my winnings increased throughout the night, I moved to higher-limit tables. The group I was playing with now were professional gamblers all, I knew, but their trained poker faces were transparent glass to me. My sensitivity to their thoughts and feelings had increased as the night went on, and by now I was sitting on a fifty thousand dollar stake. It had even gotten to the point where I was occasionally losing on purpose, just to keep anyone from thinking I was cheating. I had gained something of an entourage as well. I had noticed that pretty girls were gathering around some of the high-rollers, hoping to share the wealth, and the same thing was starting to happen to me. Three lovelies had followed me to my current table; Regina, a tall brunette in a cocktail dress; Kiko, a petite Asian woman with short-styled hair; and Shauna, a slim blonde in a tight blue sequined number. I imagined I must be presenting an intriguing image to the crowd, as it was unusual at least to see a woman attracting other women the way I was, but no one said anything. Actually, they were helping me. When they touched me, I felt their own lusty desires, and while it was distracting it also seemed to increase my sensitivity. "Your five hundred, and five hundred more." I caught a sense of his hand. He thought it was a good one, but I was holding a full house, and somehow I didn't think he could beat that. "Call," I said. He showed his cards. A straight to the queen, not good enough. Another large pot came into my lap. "Not bad, honey," Shauna said, leaning close to me. "So, you feel like we've fleeced these boys enough?" "Come on, one more round," Regina encouraged. "You're hot tonight," Kiko agreed. "Go for it." "Girls, girls," I admonished. "One more pot, and then we'll find some other way to entertain ourselves -" I stopped short, suddenly aware of an unpleasant presence at the table. Sitting down across from me was a young man in a tuxedo, well-groomed and obviously affluent. But his mind was slimy, abhorrent to touch. As he took his seat, I felt a sudden loathing from Regina. It was the first negative emotion I'd felt from any woman, and it struck me to the core. "Hello, darling," he said to her. "You've got no business calling me that, creep," Regina replied with venom. She slipped closer to me and laid a hand across my shoulders, as if seeking comfort. The "creep" raised an eyebrow at the action. "Regina, I had no idea your tastes had changed so much since our relationship went sour," he said smugly. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your new... friend?" "No need," I said. "I'm Victoria. And you are?" "DeFranco," he said with a would-be charming smile. "Lorenzo DeFranco." "Well Frank, if you play cards half as well as you charm the ladies, I suggest you whip out your checkbook right now and just sign the balance of your account over to me." I sensed Regina's satisfaction at my remark, as well as DeFranco's sharp spike of quickly controlled anger. "There's nothing more pathetic than a tourist who becomes overconfident after a single lucky evening," he said with a forced grin. "Still, if you wish to play for real stakes, I suggest we retire to another table. One with a less restrictive policy." I tossed the dealer a hundred-dollar tip, and we got up to leave. "Be careful," Regina whispered to me. I could feel her anxiety easily, as well as that from my other companions. Truth be told, I wondered if I was getting in over my head. * * * * * DeFranco's other table turned out to be in a private room, lavishly decorated, with its own bar and waitress. She caught my eye immediately, of course, but she managed to hide it well. A large man that I took to be DeFranco's bodyguard stood at the table. "Surely you don't need your entire fan club," DeFranco said. "Regina considers herself to be enough woman for anyone, I assure you." "Wasn't enough for you, was I?" she said with a sneer. "My dear, surely Miss Victoria doesn't need to be burdened with your petty jealousies." "And I don’t need to be bothered with your cliché smarminess either," I said. "Are we here to play cards, or toss clever insults at ex-lovers?" I turned my back, but felt his increasing irritation with me noneltheless. "Kiko, Shauna, it might be best if we called our evening short. I'll find you later, don't worry." With obvious disappointment, they left. "So, what shall we play?" I asked. "Oh, and I do hope you've arranged for a casino employee to deal the cards. I really just don't trust you to do the job." DeFranco glared at me. "You take a lot of liberties, my dear," he growled. "I'm not your dear, and I say what I want. If you can't handle an independent woman, that's your problem." Careful, Regina thought. I could tell my remarks were only making him angrier, but DeFranco simply chuckled. "You do have spirit, Miss Victoria. Very well, I'll have a dealer brought in." He snapped his fingers, and the waitress went to a phone on the wall. "Perhaps I might take a moment with Regina while we're waiting?" I asked. "You know, girl talk." "Of course, of course," he said, maintaining an air of unconcern. I could tell that he was hardly indifferent to the situation, however. I led Regina to a high-backed sofa in one corner of the room, from where I was fairly certain we would not be overheard. I had gotten the idea from her mind that she had a bad history with this guy, but I wanted some details before going any further. "Tell me who he is," I said to her. "He's my ex-husband. He charmed me into his life a little while back and we got married here in Vegas last year. But that never stopped him from bringing other women into his bed, and when I got upset about it, he took a swing at me. I didn't go back to him after that. I got the marriage annulled, but he's never left me alone. I'm scared of him, Victoria. He's rich and he has mob connections. I think he's already killed one man I tried to hook up with after him, and if he thinks there's... anything between us... he might try to kill you too." "Do you trust me, Regina?" "Yes, I trust you." "I think I can help you." I wasn't sure how, but ever since I'd put on the amulet I'd found a whole new confidence. "Let him think we are lovers. Stay close to me, and keep touching me. It might distract him." And, I thought, the increased sensitivity to his thoughts might give me an edge. "That won't be hard," she said with a smile. "I know we just met a few hours ago, and I've never felt this way about a woman before, but there's something about you that's so... enticing." "Kiss me." Regina nodded, and moved in for the kiss. I felt her lips touch mine with that wonderful shock of pleasure, and she moaned softly and opened her mouth slightly, letting her tongue slip out and touch mine. The amulet glowed warmly on my chest. Through the haze of Regina's building lust, I could sense the surprise and then the seething jealousy of her ex-husband, mixed in with the inevitable sexual reaction that one might expect a man to feel when he sees two women kiss. I pulled away before we went too far, as it was difficult to control my reactions, and I had a sudden urge to pull her dress down and feel her naked breasts against me. We returned to the table, Regina close behind me. "Girl talk?" DeFranco said with a raised eyebrow. "What can I say, she's a great kisser," I replied. The casino dealer came in at that moment, and I did an honest double-take. It was the same red-haired woman who had slipped me the extra fifty, and then vanished. She was dressed in the white shirt and black tie of a casino dealer now, but she could have been wearing greasy coveralls and it wouldn't have detracted from her marvelous beauty. Her eyes met mine as she strode into the room, and a shiver ran through me. "What is your game of choice, Mr. DeFranco?" she asked as we all sat at the table. Her voice was simple and clear, though I felt it could be powerfully seductive if she so chose. "The privilege of selecting the game I leave to Miss Victoria," DeFranco replied. Oddly, he hardly gave the lovely goddess a second glance. "Poker," I said immediately. I needed a game where I had a psychological advantage – something like blackjack, where it all came down to the fall of the cards, would take away my edge. Suddenly I realized that while I could still sense DeFranco, I couldn't read the dealer at all. It was as if she weren't there. "Five card draw?" "Deuces wild." The dealer passed out cards to each of us. I held four hearts, but also a pair of kings. Keep them, or throw them? Hard to say. "You may place the first bet," DeFranco said. "Two thousand," I replied, tossing my chips on the table. "Ten thousand," he said, increasing the pot. He hadn't even looked at his cards yet, so of course I couldn't determine the strength of his hand. I began to worry – he could afford to play until he won, while I had limited resources. Was his strategy simply to force me to play my entire amount each time until he won? "You do realize that not all of us are independently wealthy. I only have fifty thousand in front of me." "Perhaps you should have known better than to play out of your league." Regina's hand tightened on my shoulder as I threw eight thousand in chips onto the table. "Call," I said. "Discards?" asked the dealer. "I'll take one," I said, gambling on the flush. "No cards," DeFranco replied. He still hadn't looked at his hand. The card I drew was the king of clubs, leaving me with only my original pair of kings. "Five thousand," I said, throwing my money in. "Fifteen thousand," he replied. His cards remained face-down on the table. I began to panic. Was it possible that he was on to me? Did he know that I could see into his mind? He certainly seemed confident. I could sense Regina's fear and distress, and it was distracting. I matched his bet. "Call," I said. DeFranco turned over his cards one by one, revealing two pairs, threes and sevens. I tossed my hand down, and he swept the pot off the table with a smile. "Care to try your luck again?" he asked. I turned to look at Regina. She was nervous, but I could tell she still believed in me. Trust me, I thought to her with all my will. Trust in me. It might have been my imagination, but she seemed to nod slightly. "I'll make you a deal," I said to DeFranco. "We'll play one more hand. You put up, say a quarter million dollars." "And you'll put up your remaining pocket change?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "No," I replied. "I'll put up myself." DeFranco sat back in his chair. "Really? You place a high value on your own body." "Another hand of five-card draw," I said quietly. "Your money against... me. Should you win, I'll give myself to you willingly for the rest of the night until sunrise; you can do whatever you want to me, however you want. And just so you don't have to take anything sight unseen..." I stood up and lowered the straps of my dress off my shoulders, then pulled it down over my breasts. They practically sprang free of the fabric, standing high and firm, the nipples hardening. The dress dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of it, leaving me in nothing but my heels. "Tempting," DeFranco said, maintaining his outward calm. I could tell he was more than tempted, however. In addition, as I had hoped, Regina's desire for me sprang anew, and as I felt her sweet lust trickle through my emotions, my perception of the minds in the room deepened and clarified. I sat down at the table once again, and Regina reclined against me. Her touch was welcome both as a powerful aphrodisiac and a further boost to my psychic sense. "My bet is on the table," I said to DeFranco. "Yours?" DeFranco snapped his fingers, and his bodyguard placed five plaques on the table, each for fifty thousand. "The game is five-card-draw," the dealer said calmly, as if the stakes were no higher than a buck and a quarter. "Deuces are still wild." She passed the cards out one by one. I resisted the temptation to pick them up until they were all in front of me. To my relief, DeFranco looked at his cards this time. I gathered he wasn't entirely pleased with his hand, but he was holding something of value. I looked at my own – the ace of clubs, the seven of spades, the eight of diamonds, the nine of diamonds, and the two of hearts. A possible straight, if I wanted to ditch the ace. "Discards?" the dealer asked quietly. "Two cards, please," DeFranco said, sliding them onto the table. I thought for a moment, and dropped the seven, eight, and nine. "Three." My new cards slid toward me, and I slipped them into my hand. "One moment," DeFranco said. I looked up. "Why don't we make things more interesting," he said with a smirk. "I'll throw another quarter million on the table." "And from me?" I asked. "Oh, I don't want anything else from you," he said with a wave of his hand. "But, from Regina..." Regina's breath caught in her throat. "No..." she whispered. "I can't bet with what I don't have," I insisted. "I don't own Regina. Women aren't property, despite what you might think." DeFranco shrugged. "Of course, if that is what you wish. But since I have raised the stakes, I'll expect you to cover that raise somehow... or fold." I wasn't fooled. I could tell he meant to have her again, whether she went willingly or not. And I didn't know if I could protect her, even with the power of the amulet. I was under no illusion that its sexual draw appealed to him in the same way it did to the women I met – he had taken my bet only because I did have an objectively sexy body, and perhaps because he had always intended to try and raise the stakes the way he was now. Sappho's Amulet Ch. 02 I could compel Regina to take the bet, I knew. And it shames me to think of how close I was to doing just that. But in the end... "No," I said. "Wait." Regina suddenly stood up, reached around behind her own back, and unzipped her dress. Then she slid it off her shoulders, off her round, firm breasts, and let it fall to the floor. I had to repress the urge to take her body in my arms and crush her to me. "I'll throw into the pot on one condition," Regina said. "If you lose, Lorezno, you leave me alone. I'll leave Vegas, start over somewhere, and I don't ever want to see or hear from you again." "Raising the stakes again, are we?" he asked. "Very well, I'll make another raise of my own. One night is no longer enough. I want both of you, as willing slaves, for as long as I wish." "A month," Regina insisted. "A month, then." DeFranco turned to me. "And for you? What would it take to get you for the same time?" I considered carefully. The cocky bastard still hadn't looked at his cards, so I couldn't get a reading on him. Look at your cards, I thought. He blinked, not naturally, but as if a brief puff of air had blown into his face. A wild thought occurred to me. "Regina," I said, beckoning her over. She reclined upon me once again, her bare skin on mine, tingling softly. I reached around her and embraced her with my free hand, feeling the wonderful smoothness of her, letting my mind flow with her. Then, suddenly, I focused my eyes on Lorezno DeFranco and thought, Look at your cards! He glanced at them. The sudden flare in his confidence made my heart plummet for a moment. This was going to be close, I knew. "You've pledged a quarter million for me, and another quarter for Regina," I said. "Double it. Make it a full million, and we have a deal." DeFranco shifted in his seat. "Really, now..." I had seen into his mind – I knew what this sick bastard wanted more than anything. "Do it, and I'll let you whip me until I bleed," I whispered. "And you can tie up this bitch and make her watch." That did it. He summoned his bodyguard once again, and fifteen more plaques joined the five already on the table. "We have a bet, then?" I asked. "We do," he replied, lowering his cards. "Full house. Kings over queens." He smiled. "Just the way it should be." I turned over my hand. The ace of clubs, followed by my wild deuce, the three of spades... and two more aces. DeFranco's mind went from confidence to disbelief to rage inside of a half a second. With what little warning I had, I was barely able to leap out of the way, pulling Regina with me, as he stood up and hurled the table over onto its side, spilling the cards and the plaques. "You goddamn BITCH!" he screamed at me. "Did you really think you could put one over on Lorenzo DeFranco??" I saw his attack coming in his mind, and leaped out of the way as he charged. Regina screamed and ran for cover behind the sofa, but DeFranco recovered quickly and ran after her. I leaped onto him and tackled him to the ground before he got there, turned him over, and struck him in the face with all my strength. To my astonishment, he fell unconscious to the ground. Blood trickled out of the side of his mouth. Over the clouding haze of Regina's terror, I felt another commotion behind me. The bodyguard had pulled a pistol from his jacket and aimed it at my head. I had no time to duck – – but I didn’t have to. The mysterious red-haired woman grabbed his arm and turned to throw the huge man over onto his back. She moved with inhuman speed and unaccountable strength – the man had to outweigh her by two hundred pounds, yet she tossed him like a beanbag. He joined his unconscious boss on the floor. Satisfied that she'd finished her opponent for the time being, the woman ran over to me. "Are you hurt?" she asked. "N-no," I replied, my voice refusing to come steady. Regina's distress was making it hard for me to think, to know what to do next. The red-haired woman took my face in her hands and turned me to look in her eyes. "I'm sorry I don't have time to do this properly," she said. "Huh? What do you – mmmph!" My forming question was abruptly cut off as she forcefully pressed her lips to mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth before I could protest; and in a half a second, I no longer wanted to. If the lips I had tastes so far were delicious, this woman was like ambrosia. Energy seemed to crackle between us; my lips burned, my blood boiled, and the amulet grew searing hot against my naked breasts. I reached out to take her in my arms – And she pulled away. "Get her out of here," the woman said, indicating Regina. "I'll take care of everything." Her withdrawal had left me suddenly empty and desperately yearning, but I felt an irresistible compulsion to obey. Slipping quickly back into my dress, I brought Regina's clothes to her and helped her put them on, then led her gently out of the room. At the door, I stopped and looked back, to see the woman comforting the understandably distraught cocktail waitress. She turned her green eyes on me again, and I felt her voice in my head. Go. Now. I left quickly. * * * * * Once we were in the elevator, Regina collapsed against me in tears. I held her close, and let her cry, doing my best to soothe her with my mind. Oddly, even though my life had just been in serious jeopardy, I felt calm and collected. "I'm so s-sorry," she sobbed. "I n-never meant to get you m-mixed up with my problems." "It's all right," I said, stroking her beautiful hair. "It's going to be okay. You're free of him now." "No, he won't keep his word –" "Regina, do you trust me?" She stopped crying and looked me in the eyes. "Y-yes..." "He will never bother you again." I wasn't sure what gave me such conviction. From what I had seen of DeFranco, he wasn't the sort to give up on something once he'd set his mind to it, but for some reason I felt completely safe from him. Whatever it was that gave me that feeling, it was enough for Regina. She threw her arms around me once again, and cried tears of joy this time. And suddenly, her lips were on mine again. I returned her embrace with all the fervor that she gave, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to find hers there, and our large, firm tits pressed together as we held each other close. The tears that still streamed down her face tasted pleasantly salty, and I pulled away from her lips for just a moment to gently lick each teardrop. "I want to make love to you," she whispered to me. "Please let me love you." The elevator reached my floor and the doors opened. We stumbled out together, still groping at each other and kissing with hungry eagerness. I have no idea if there was anyone standing in the hallway, but if they were, they must have gotten out of our way. Somehow we made our way to my room, where I found barely enough presence of mind to get the keycard into the lock and open the door. Once inside, we fell in a passionately writing bundle onto the bed. Regina spread her legs around me and rocked her hips against me, as if trying to fuck me through her dress and panties. An animal lust had taken hold of both of us – we were no longer in control of ourselves. I seized her dress in both hands and ripped it from her body, spilling her beautiful tits into my face. I sucked hard at both her nipples, making her moan with intense pleasure. I had not tasted a woman's pussy yet, and I wanted Regina to be my first. Throwing her forcefully down onto the bed, I spread her legs wide and seized her moistened panties in my teeth, ripping them off her as I had her dress. Her sweet pink pussy appeared before my eyes, and without waiting another second I pulled her sex to my lips and took my first long, sweet lick of another woman. Regina arched her back until her shoulders came clear of the mattress, pushing her pussy firmly into my face. My tongue slipped between her lips and thrust inside of her, deeper than I would have thought myself capable of. Her legs tensed around me as I fucked her with my tongue, and her pussy went creamy and wet as she came long and hard, pulling my face tightly against her with both hands clenched in my hair. She sat up above me, and I looked into her wild eyes. At once I was on top of her, my lips against hers, my tongue giving her the taste of her own cream. We rolled together on the bed, unable to satisfy our need for each other. "Let me fuck you," she whispered. Perhaps she only thought it, I couldn't tell the difference any more. I flung myself away from her and landed heavily on the pillows at the head of the bed, spreading my legs open wide. I was still wearing the red dress, but it met the same fate as hers as I ripped it open down the front and let my aching tits free. She crawled to me on her hands and knees, her eyes locked upon my pussy, until she reached it with her lips and kissed it deeply, sliding her tongue into me the same as I had done for her. One of her hands reached upward for my tits, and the other slid between her legs and began pumping her own cunt hard and fast. With her lips on my clit and her moistened fingers twisting my nipples, it wasn't long before I reached climax as well, wrapping my legs around her body and yowling with pure sexual bliss. Then she was in my arms again, only turned around, and her legs spread open above me. Together we licked and sucked at each other's delicious cream, lips to lips, two beautiful women in lust making each other come again and again. In the end, the only thing that stopped us was sheer exhaustion. Regina rolled off me at last, passed out cold with a look of pure ecstasy on her pretty face. For the first time since I had donned the amulet, I too felt exhausted, and lay on my back staring at the mirrored ceiling. The amulet glowed brilliant red, its rubies like fire against my skin. Slowly, its glow faded, its warmth melted into my body, and I felt a wonderful contentment wash over me. With my last remaining energy, I gather my lovely Regina into my arms, and we slept together. To be continued...