4 comments/ 45016 views/ 31 favorites Scarlett & Violet Pt. 01 By: JimBob44 Chapter 1 Scarlett giggled nervously as she snapped the crotch of the costume closed. She admired herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of her bedroom. The bright red plastic horns sat upon her head, made all the brighter by her long black hair. The scoop neckline of the bright red satin material showed off her 36D breasts magnificently, the bright red bra pushed them up proudly; there was some very nice cleavage showing. The crotch was cut high on her thighs, showing off plenty of her hip and adding some length to her muscular legs, and the little pointed tail stuck out behind her. She made a pretty sexy little devil, if she did say so herself. She knew her father would not like the costume one bit, but also knew he would not send her home to change as they would be too busy for him to spare her. With Paula out on maternity leave, he needed her to take care of the absent administrative assistant's duties. She was a little afraid of her father, but his anger would be a small price to pay if Gary would notice her. She had a mild crush on the twenty nine year old accountant, with his prematurely graying hair, thin mustache and immaculate suits and ties. But Gary seemed to be terminally shy; always tongue tied around her. She made sure that Kisses, her calico cat had plenty of food and water before leaving the apartment. She double checked her door's locks and scampered down the stairs, not an easy task in her red pumps with their four-inch heels. That old pervert that lived right below her made a loud wolf whistle as she walked past his door. Why did he always seem to be outside whenever she walked past his door? She ignored him and walked rapidly to her compact car. The pointed tail dug into her ass cheeks as she drove to her father's office. She was glad she'd had the foresight to put a panty liner in the crotch and was doubly glad she'd had the foresight to put an extra one in her purse. She was actually drooling from the naughtiness of her costume and the thought of Gary noticing her. Scarlett was worth noticing. Her long black hair, caramel colored skin, and almond eyes were from her paternal grandmother, Quan Xi. Her large breasts and nicely rounded ass came from her maternal grandmother, whom she'd not seen since she was an infant. Her muscular legs and washboard abdominal muscles were the result of three nights a week at the gym. Most people assumed that the five foot four inch girl was Native American. Chapter 2 Quan Xi was the product of a South Korean prostitute and an African American soldier. Upon birth, Quan Xi was placed at the door of a Buddhist convent where she was raised and schooled until she was eighteen. ---- Quan Xi clutched the envelope that contained her passport and all the money she had in the world and rode the bus to the nearest train station. Together, she and the kindly stationmaster counted out enough money for Quan Xi to reach Dresden, West Germany. Why the stationmaster felt that this destination would be good for the dark skinned woman is a mystery; maybe he liked the way it sounded. ---- Quan Xi wandered the small city for two days, but not knowing the language, and not having any German currency, she turned to her mother's profession. ---- Gustav Ubelhorn was a portly fifty three year old man, a lifelong bachelor. He returned from his job as an accountant for the local manufacturing plant and stopped in front of his apartment building. A slight figure shyly approached him. He looked with suspicion at the long dark hair and dark skin of the girl. Her almond eyes and wide nose told him that she was of Asian heritage; clearly not a German girl. "Please kind sir, I am hungry and tired," QuanXi said in South Korean dialect. "I will let you use my body for your pleasure if you will give me money." "What?" Gustav asked, the confusion clear on his face. Quan Xi looked around to make sure that there were no others around, and then looked down at the ground in shame as she lifted the hem of her dress. Gustav's eyes widened as her sparse bush came into view. The meaning was quite clear to him now and he looked around nervously. He had some very nosy neighbors. "Ja," he agreed and unlocked the front door of the apartment building and ushered the slim girl into the darkened hallway. He pushed her up the four flights of stairs to his apartment and unlocked the door. ---- Quan Xi looked around the apartment in amazement. This man must be very wealthy to afford such luxuries. She saw a box that she knew had pictures and sounds that would pour out of it, a smaller box that released sounds, music and a narrow bed to lie on while enjoying these delights. Gustav sniffed the air and his eyes narrowed slightly. Quan Xi had been several days without a bath and did not smell very pleasant. He put his metal lunch pail on the small table and putting his hand on Quan It's shoulder, ushered her toward his bathroom. Her eyes widened again as she saw the tub, toilet and sink. This man lived like a prince! She watched, transfixed as he turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature of the taps. "You will bathe first," he ordered. ---- Quan Xi watched the water fill the tub, but did not react. Roughly, he grabbed her dress and began to pull it over her head. Modesty kicked in and she tried to stop him. A mild slap to her face reminded her what she was doing here, in this man's apartment and she allowed him to pull the dress from her slender body. He stared hungrily at the cone shaped breasts with their dark nipples, the concave belly and the few strands of pubic hair that did not cover her slit. Tears of shame trickled down her face as his eyes pored over her body but she resigned herself to his gaze. He shut off the taps and pointed to the tub. He held her hand gently as she stepped over the tall rim of the tub and stood for a moment, amazed at the warmth of the water; she'd expected it to be cold. He impatiently pushed on her shoulders and she sat in the warm water. He grabbed a bar of very harsh smelling soap and a rough washcloth and knelt to the task of scrubbing Quan Xi. More tears of shame spilled as he briskly rubbed her body all over with the rough washcloth. Terror gripped her as he tried to shove her head under the water and she fought him fiercely, but he was at least two hundred pounds heavier than her and his sheer bulk overpowered her. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but a slap from him dashed that hope. He let the spluttering and frightened girl sit back up and none too gently lathered her scalp with the same bar of harsh soap. When he was satisfied that he'd gotten her coarse hair as clean as he could, he again shoved her back under the water, much to her fear. He pulled the stopper out of the tub and the sudsy water slowly drained out. The fear and the struggle had left Quan Xi weak; she offered no resistance as she was plucked out of the tub and dried with a rough, stiff towel. Nude, she meekly followed Gustav down the small hallway to another room. She saw the bed in the room and fear again gripped her. Gustav began to remove his own clothing and she watched in horror as his pasty white skin was revealed to her eyes. His penis, hard and throbbing, seemed to be as thick and as long as her forearm. Gustav smiled lecherously at the frightened girl and pulled her onto the bed. Without preamble, he thrust his cock into her dry virgin slit to the hilt. Her agonized screams did little but spur him on and within moments (but not quickly enough for a sobbing Quan Xi), he spewed his sperm into her unprotected womb. "You were a virgin?" he asked in surprise as he saw the thin stain of blood on his cock. Quan Xi did not respond, she lay with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the pain between her legs was intense. Gustav eased his bulk off of the bed and waddled to the bathroom. He wet the rough washcloth and returned to the bedroom. Quan Xi opened her eyes as she felt the cool washcloth placed between her legs. He smiled reassuringly at the girl and she spread her legs a little wider. He finished his ministrations and waddled back to the bathroom. Unfortunately for Quan Xi, he was not quite finished with her yet. She found out that her pussy was not the only place a man liked to put his cock. Gustav pinched her nostrils tightly and she was forced to swallow the bitter tasting semen in order to breathe. Her throat burned where he had pumped his fat cock in and out of it and the bitter tasting semen did not ease that burning. She would have vomited, had she had anything in her stomach to retch up. ---- Gustave let her put on her dress and he fixed them some sausages and boiled cabbage. She ate heartily of the simple meal and drank deeply of the stout beer he put in front of her. Never having had alcohol before, she was drunk within moments. She giggled and danced around the small kitchen and he laughed uproariously at her antics. He turned on his radio and she danced and skipped to the music. She hesitated for a moment when he pulled her dress off of her, then shrugged and continued to skip around and tried to hum along with the unfamiliar music. She drank some more beer and giggled and laughed as he pulled her onto his lap. She hardly noticed as he pushed his cock up into her dry pussy and began to pump in and out of her. This position, however, caused friction on her tiny clitoris and her eyes opened in surprise as she began to feel a pleasant tingling in her pussy akin to the pleasant tingling she felt in her head from the alcohol. She grunted and began to thrust against him and howled loudly in orgasm. He spewed a large load of his seed into her belly and they sat in the chair, wheezing and gasping for breath. ---- She woke up, disoriented and afraid. There was an uncomfortable pressure against her pussy lips and she struggled, but again, Gustav's weight won out and she cried out as he thrust into her again. Again, the friction began to create that pleasant tingling and she opened her legs as wide as they would go. He smiled in triumph as he felt her shift her weight to draw more of him inside of her. "So my little virgin is becoming my little whore?" he asked and kissed her full lips. His neighbors wondered at the strange slapping notices and mewling sounds coming through the thin walls. The wife shrugged her shoulders; they ended soon enough, no need for alarm. The husband was a little peeved to have his deep sleep interrupted; he was having a wonderful dream of that sex kitten, the delightful Brigitte Bardot. Quan Xi swallowed his seed without his having to pinch her nostrils shut and he allowed her to drift back to sleep again. Chapter 3 In the morning, he shoved five hundred marks into her hand and none too gently shoved her out of his apartment door. She clutched the money tightly and slowly made her way down the stairs. She pushed the heavy door open and walked out into the early morning dawn. Soon the streets were teeming with pedestrians, bicyclists, and automobiles as people scurried their way to their jobs. She stood, unsure of where to go or what to do. She smelled food and discovered that she was hungry again. The hostess regarded Quan Xi with suspicion until the girl showed her the five hundred marks she clutched tightly. She served the girl a steaming plate of food and a mug of sweet milk. Quan Xi tried to give her all the money, but the woman's Christian upbringing would not let her take advantage of the girl. She took one of the bills and brought Quan Xi the change. Quan Xi realized that Gustav had given her quite a large sum of money for the brief period of time she'd spent with him. ---- She gratefully clutched the small purse the hostess had given to her and walked the city. She listened to the harsh and guttural language, observed the antics of the people around her and began to absorb the language and the customs of the Germanic people. ---- Gustav went to work that day and actually hummed while at his desk, an unusual occurrence for him. He cheerfully went through the tedious duties of his workday and smiled to his coworkers. Sex was a good thing; it put a man in good spirits. He clocked out that evening and walked home, hoping to see that slight figure waiting outside of the building. She was not outside and he was a little surprised at his disappointment. He looked out of his dirty window quite often that evening and finally went to bed, lonely. He did not hum at his desk the next day, or the following day. By the fourth day, he was grouchy and short-tempered with any that came close to his desk. This was nothing new to his coworkers; they were of the same temperament as he and returned foul mood for foul mood. ---- Quan Xi looked up at the familiar building. She walked up the short flight of steps to the heavy front door and tried the knob. Someone had left it unlocked and she slipped inside. She scampered up the four flights of stairs and knocked on Gustav's door. There was no answer, he was at work. She shrugged her shoulders, it was dark and cool in the stairwell; she would just wait for him. ---- Gustav scowled deeply as he made his way home with the heavy bags. The market owner had tried to cheat him on the meats purchase, he was sure of it. Thankfully, someone had left the door to his apartment building unlocked, and laboriously he carried the bags up the four flights of stairs. He almost dropped the bags as a little face smiled shyly up at him. "Hello," she said in accented German. "Hello!" he said and unlocked his door. She helped him with the heavy bags and marveled at his purchases. "You live like a king!" she said and laughed. To a street urchin as this, he had to admit, he did have it pretty good. He fixed them a simple dinner and she ate happily. She drank the stout beer but drank it slowly to not allow it to get her as drunk as before. She smiled as he led her to his bedroom and slipped out of the dress and waited as he undressed. She hugged him to her and he felt something stirring deep inside of him. They made love and she gasped and groaned in orgasm as he thrust in and out of her wet pussy. He did not need to push her head, he did not need to pinch her nostrils, and she happily bent to the task of sucking his cock clean and then continuing to suck it until he came again. ---- In the morning, she skipped happily to the door and refused the offered money; she still had three hundred marks left. "Please do not go," he said and a tear formed in his eye. He broke down in sobs as her small hand reached up and tried to wipe the single tear from his eye. She hugged him tightly and he sobbed. She quietly pulled him by his hand to the bedroom and they again made love. Her belly began to show three months later and the local government officer married the two. She would giggle as he lavished kisses on her belly and then would gasp out loud as he would lap at her nearly hairless slit. The doctor assured him that sex was okay for Quan Xi and the baby, but he was afraid of putting his heavy bulk on top of her. Quite often, their love making was limited to oral sex, which was fine with the both of them. ---- Gustav groaned; he felt absolutely horrible. The nausea would not subside and he sweats profusely, yet his skin felt cold and clammy to the touch. Quan Xi sponged his forehead and sweating face with a cool washcloth and slept on the couch in the small living room to give him his space. On the fourth day, he willed himself out of the apartment and tried to go to work. He fell down the third flight to the second landing. The doctor told her it had been a massive heart attack; he's suffered several minor strokes previously to the final one that killed him. ---- She buried him in the small cemetery next to the Lutheran church they had attended in the five months they'd been together. His solicitor was surprised to read in the obituary that a wife survived him; Gustav was a lifelong bachelor as far as he knew. Quan Xi listened politely to the lecherous man that kept looking at her swollen belly and licking his lips. She didn't understand many of the legal terms he threw at her, but she did understand the principle; she now owned the apartment she'd shared with Gustav and also had several savings accounts amounting to several hundred thousand marks. She was quite comfortable now, and Gustav's baby would not have to sell herself on the streets if it were a girl, would not have to steal if it were a boy. Chapter 4 Gustav Ubelhorn Junior was born a healthy and rambunctious baby. His dark skin and hair and dark almond eyes garnered him much attention and as he grew to be a tall young man, the fairer sex began to notice him all the more. He excelled in his studies and was approached by several universities. He elected to attend a local university and concentrated on finances and accounting. Quan Xi smiled sadly and told her son that his father would have been so proud of him. ---- Eva Schenkoff , a pale slip of a girl, with long brown hair and large brown eyes caught his eye and he began to court the university student in earnest. Against the wishes of her parents, Eva and Gustav married in the small Lutheran church he attended and moved into an apartment down the street from his mother's apartment. The apartment was a wedding present from Quan Xi, who did not care for the flighty and finicky Eva and certainly did not like her parents, as they made no attempt to hide their dislike of Gustav or her. Eva and Gustav honeymooned in a cabin deep in the Black Forest; also a wedding present from Quan Xi. On their wedding night, Eva saw her first glimpse of a man's penis. It disgusted her, and she was horrified at the tings he suggested to her. Finally she gave in and let him have his way with her. The pain of losing her virginity was little more than a discomfort, but her discomfort grew and grew as he tried valiantly to please his bride. Dry friction and exhaustion won out and Gustav spent heavily into his bride's belly. She lay motionless, unresponsive as he tried to hold her, tried to whisper loving words to his wife. Gustav was not a virgin on their wedding night and knew that most women did enjoy sex. He hoped that his beautiful wife would learn to enjoy these things and become a more active participant in their nightly rituals. Eva did try to talk with her mother sex, but her mother did not want to hear about this; did not enjoy sex either. Her girlfriends, still virgins, were no help and the minister referred to Biblical quotes, that it was a woman's duty to make her husband happy. Within months of the wedding, Eva's belly began to grow, as did her parents' resentment of Gustav. By the time Scarlett was born (Eva was a huge fan of 'Gone with the Wind') her parents could not hide the contempt they felt for Gustav and Quan Xi Ubelhorn. The fact that their grandchild had the father's dark hair and almond eyes caused Klaus and Olga Schenkoff to turn their backs on daughter and granddaughter alike. ---- Gustav graduated from the university and began to work for the government, but even his status with the government and the salary he drew (twice what Klaus made at his factory job) did not sway the Schenkoffs. It was a good thing that he drew a good salary, Eva was a voracious shopper and often put the couple's finances deeply in the red. They had many fights over her careless spending and whimsical purchases of needless items. "What of food?" he would yell. "I cannot eat that dress you are wearing!" "It is not my fault you do not make enough money!" she would reply. ---- "Enough is enough," he said one day and called in to his office to tell them he would be in the next day, he had some personal business to attend to. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 01 He went to all of the merchants in the area and informed that that any an all purchases Eva Ubelhorn made would not be paid for; they were to refuse her credit. The next day, Eva went out for her favorite pat time, spending her husband's money. Eva was at first highly embarrassed, then grew increasingly angry. By the time Gustav came home from work that evening, he found a screaming Scarlett in her expensive crib with a very full diaper. The rest of the furniture was gone, as were all of Eva's clothing and all of the groceries. The note she'd left on the top shelf of the empty refrigerator told him that he and his black baby could go to Hell for all she cared. ---- The political climate was changing in Germany. Anger began to fuel more and more of the meetings of groups. His colleagues began to distance themselves from him; he was not a full-blooded German, after all. "It is not safe for us here in Germany any longer," he told his mother as she crouched on the floor and played with her granddaughter. "Where shall we go?" she asked and growled to a giggling Scarlett. I had a friend in the university, he was from America," Gustav said. "My friend said that in America, anyone has the freedom to do what they wish, to live where they want, and jobs are plentiful." "I want to live in Atlanta," Quan Xi said. "That's where Scarlett O'Hara lived and it is beautiful." Quan Xi had watched the 'Gone With The Wind' video with her daughter, and had fallen in love with the movie. ---- They quietly set about selling their apartments and consolidating all of their wealth. Eva, and Klaus and Olga Schenkoff were quite pleased that Gustav agreed to a quiet divorce so long as he maintained full custody of the baby girl. He did not tell them that he planned to move to the United States of America and would be taking Scarlett with him. Chapter 5 Gustav easily secured a job at a small electronics firm and began the task of setting their books right. The company had started off as a 'Mom and Pop' operation, but had outgrown their humble beginnings. The daughter had been doing the ledgers and other accounting services, but was ill equipped for this task. "I do not understand," Gustav approached the owner a few months later. "Why do you have a company in Memphis do the payroll for your employees?" Less than one year after landing in Atlanta, Gustav Ubelhorn had started his own payroll management company. Five years after landing in Atlanta, he owned the twelve-story building his small office had started in and leased the eleventh and twelfth floors to himself. He had noticed that the owners of the apartment that he rented paid someone else to manage their property rather than take care of the duties themselves; the owners actually lived in California. Ubelhorn & Associates began to buy up small apartment buildings and he leased the management contracts to himself. Chapter 6 Scarlett attended public schools in Atlanta and excelled in all of her classes. She'd been pushed forward two classes and graduated from high school before she even had a driver's permit. She attended Georgia State, majoring in Business Administration. Graduation was only two semesters away. During this Fall Semester, she was attending classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and working at her father's company Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays. ---- Halloween fell on a Wednesday this year. Scarlett ran out and bought the sexy devil costume and tried it on at home. The high cut thigh made underwear an impractical item, so she slipped them off. She snapped the crotch shut again and again looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She blushed at the sight of her thick black bush, hair-sprouting out on both sides of the crotch. Shaving cream and a new razor took care of that problem, though it took several adjustments to get into to the point that no hairs peeked out on the sides. She wound up with a thin 'racing stripe' that barely covered her slit. It had started to itch that morning, so she rubbed the newly bared skin with baby oil, which in turn started the drooling excitement she felt in her pussy. ---- The elevator took Scarlett to the eleventh floor and she entered the lobby of Ubelhorn & Associates. Lori smiled at her from behind the rotunda. Even being bone thin, the red headed receptionist looked quite sexy in her latex cat costume. Scarlett smiled politely to the twenty three year old; she did not like the woman, thought she was loud and shrill. She steeled her nerves and walked to her father's office. "Poppa, I am here," she said. He did not look up from his computer screen, merely grunted to acknowledge that he had heard her. After moments, he finally looked up and his eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of her racy costume. "I am glad Halloween is only once a year," he grunted. "Please, could you get started on the Month's End reports?" She was relieved that he had not become angry as she had expected him to. She turned on the computer at Paula's desk, found the reports he wanted and began the laborious task of trying to decipher Paula's notes. Lynne Ann, a short woman in her nod-fifties waddled by, dressed in short leather jacket that ended just below her massive breasts and skintight leather slacks, smirked at Scarlett. "I see you and Violet talked about your costumes beforehand," she rasped, her cigarette breath making Scarlett slightly nauseous. "Oh, no!" Scarlett gasped. "Is Violet also wearing a devil's costume?" "Wait and see," Lynne Ann laughed and waddled away. Scarlett looked at the woman's immense backside and the expanse of pasty white fat that bulged out between the short leather jacket and tight leather pants. She shook her head at the woman's daring to wear such an outfit; she was at least eighty pounds overweight. If Violet was also wearing a devil's costume, she could forget all about Gary paying any attention to her. Violet was a pale blonde with a beautiful round face, large blue eyes and pouting pink lips. Scarlett did not know for sure, but she was fairly confident that Violet, just as did she, sported 36D Breasts, a twenty-nine inch waist, and thirty-six inch hips. Violet wore bulky clothing, but from what she could see, they seemed to be about the same size. "Gentlemen prefer blonds," she murmured to herself. Chapter 7 Violet Smith could not believe that she had the nerve to wear the skimpy costume. She was a true 'shrinking violet,' this costume was one of the most daring thing she'd ever done in her twenty years. When she had tried it on, the little pleated skirt had seemed adequate cover for the thong body suit. But each step she took flounced the skirt up and bared her round ass cheeks to whoever would be looking. The scoop neckline was cut so low that she could not wear any of her bras with it, so she had to walk around all day with no bra supporting her thirty six D breasts, and the satin material was quite maddening as it rubbed her pale pink nipples to full erection. ---- Lori smiled widely at Violet as she exited the elevator and entered the lobby of Ubelhorn & Associates. Violet smiled politely to the red headed receptionist. She personally did not like the woman, thought she was pretty trashy, but didn't want to hurt the woman's feelings. One look at Lori's costume told Violet she was fairly tame in her own; Lori's cat costume looked as if it had been painted on, her nipples were on full display and her red pubic hair was actually visible along the leg openings. "You're going to love Scarlett's costume," Lori said cryptically. ---- She Walked past Paula's desk on the way to her cubicle and did a double take as she saw Scarlett, head bent as she read through Paula's jumbled notes. She burst out laughing, a musical note of merriment. Scarlett looked up and burst into laughter as well. "You look great," Scarlett smiled to Violet. "Thanks!" Violet smiled, "So do you!" Violet had her little halo on and the satin costume had her little angel wings sown onto the back. She stood at Paula's desk and chatted a few moments with Scarlett. Mr. Ubelhorn came out of his office and Violet shrank back; she was afraid of the tall man with his dark looks. Actually, she was afraid of most people. He smiled widely at her and she relaxed somewhat. "You two make quite a pair," he said and dumped more work on the desk for Scarlett. "Poppa, what does '10 minus 2' mean?" Scarlett asked. "If we receive the payroll information for processing ten days or more , we give a two percent discount," Violet answered without thinking. "That is right," Gustav said and returned to his office. Scarlett stuck her tongue out at Violet and smiled. Violet stuck her pale pink tongue out at Scarlett then walked to her cubicle. ---- At lunchtime, she looked up and saw Scarlett peering over the short wall that separated her cubicle from Lynne Ann's. "Hey, what you doing for lunch?" Scarlett asked. "Um, I don't know, I normally go down to Manny's, you know, on the ground floor, but pay day isn't until tomorrow so I don't really know," Violet said. "Well, I got a couple of Lean Cuisines in the freezer here, you want one?" Scarlett asked. "Oh, um, I don't know," Violet timidly said. She did want one, very much, but was uncomfortable asking for anything from anyone else. "Come on," Scarlett begged. Being the boss's daughter usually meant that everyone in the office was very polite to her, but none were very friendly with her. Being two years younger than most of her classmates also alienated her in school; she did not have any friends to speak of. Any aunts and uncles or cousins lived either in Germany or South Korea and she did not have any contact with them at all. Violet was so timid, so shy, that most of the time she didn't even speak to Scarlett, or anyone else in the office. She would walk in, clock in, do her work, then clock out and leave, often without murmuring a single word to anyone. "Um, okay," Violet agreed and the two chatted (Mostly Scarlett talked while Violet murmured in reply) as they walked down the hall to the break room. Scarlett dug out the two frozen meals and asked Violet which one she wanted. "I don't care," Violet said and Scarlett whirled around to open the microwave. When she did so, her devils tail struck Violet on the back of her thighs. "Uh!" Violet exclaimed and her pussy, which had been quite wet all morning spurted in orgasm. She'd been excited by the naughty costume; the cool air on her backside as she walked hadn't cooled her down any. The satin material that rubbed incessantly against her nipples, arriving at work and seeing Scarlett's sexy costume, then sitting down on the cool leather seat and feeling the leather come in direct contact with her bare ass cheeks, she'd been on the verge of coming all morning long. The sharp sting of Scarlett's tail had pushed her over the edge. "Oh!" Scarlett exclaimed as she realized that her tail had struck Violet. "Violet! I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" "Yeah," Violet breathed and smiled weakly. She blushed a pale pink blush that went from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. Scarlett stared at her for a moment, realizing that Violet had actually orgasmed from the sting of her tail striking her. "It's okay," Violet said and clutched the back of a chair. They looked at each other for moments, then Violet blushed again and looked away. Scarlett started the microwave then walked over to the vending machine. "What you want to drink?" she asked. "I don't care," Violet demurred. "Orange? Coke? Diet Coke?" Scarlett read off the list of their choices. "A coke would be great," Violet said. "Me too," agreed Scarlett and she slid the coins into the machine. ---- "These are pretty good," Violet commented as she ate the vegetarian lasagna. "Yeah," Scarlett agreed. "I mean, they're not 'home cooking,' but they're fast and easy. Just throw them in, nuke them, and they're done, you know?"" "I love to cook, I just don't have the time, you know?" Violet said. "Oh, if it wasn't for TV Dinners and my microwave, I'd starve to death!" Scarlett laughed. "Poppa says I don't need a refrigerator, just a deep freezer for my frozen dinners." They finished their meals and continued to chat with each other for the few moments they had left for their lunch break. "Oh, damn!" Scarlett exclaimed and looked at her watch. "I have to go relieve Lori on the phones so she can go to lunch." ---- Violet walked with Scarlett to the lobby and Lori grabbed her purse when she saw Scarlett heading her way. Violet stared for a moment at the red pubic hair that stuck out through Lori's leg openings. She also could not help but notice how the latex material pressed into and splayed open Lori's pussy lips. Did the woman have no shame? "Hey, you know, you two ought to go to Eleven eleven tonight, they're having a costume contest," Lori commented as she breezed past them. "I'm not twenty one," Scarlett said. "Me neither," Violet said. "So? They never card," Lori said and Disappeared down the hallway. "What do you think?" Scarlett asked Violet. "Um, I don't know," Violet replied. "Well, what are you doing after work?" Scarlett asked. "I don't know, probably nothing," Violet said. "Well, then, why don't we go?" Scarlett asked. "Um, okay," Violet agreed and walked down the hallway. Violet returned to her cubicle. She sighed to herself in contentment as the cool leather pressed against her bear ass cheeks. The leather slowly warmed and she was once again on the verge of orgasm for the rest of the afternoon. Chapter 8 She and Violet made plans to meet at Eleven eleven at 7:30 that evening and Scarlett drove to her apartment. It was one of the many buildings that Ubelhorn & Associates owned; she was listed as the Property Manager, which meant that her apartment was rent-free. She did a quick tour of the parking lot before pulling into her assigned parking spot. That Oldsmobile had not moved in a week; she was willing to bet it could not move. She rifled through her glove box and found the notice she was looking for. She stuck the note under the windshield wiper and walked to her apartment. Kisses purred lazily and lay in the beam of sunlight that poured into the small living room of the apartment. She stroked the cat's head and back until Kisses tired of this and ambled away. Scarlett went into the bathroom, unsnapped the crotch of her costume and rubbed vigorously at her swollen clitoris. With a grunt, she came quickly and sat gasping for a moment. She licked her fingers clean, then urinated forcefully. She did not snap the crotch of her costume closed and admired the thin racing stripe of hair in her small bathroom mirror. "I like that," she decided. She sat on the leather couch and turned on her television. The evening news were boring and she debated whether or not she had the time to watch a dvd or not, and decided after yet another banal joke from the male anchorman to the female counterpart that she could at least start the movie and watch the end later. "And it's not like there's a whole lot of plot," she laughed and selected a newer movie, still in its wrapper. Her long red fingernail tore through the wrapper and she stuck the disk into the player. 'Anal Adventures' popped up on the screen and she sat to watch the pornographic flick. There was no plot, just vignette after vignette of busty women taking massive cocks deep in their Asses and grunting and gasping in pleasure. Scarlett sat and lazily played with her pussy lips, stroking up and down the outside of them, then tickling the inside, then plunging a finger into her wet pussy, only to start the lazy process all over again. She leaned back slightly when her finger was thoroughly lubricated with her pussy juice and traced along the wrinkled outside of her rectum. She traced closer and closer to the opening, then lightly pushed the tip of her finger into her ass. She let her ass hole get used to the tip, then pushed again. She was so close to orgasm. She checked her watch and turned off the television. Replacing the panty liner, she snapped the crotch of the costume closed and left the apartment. ---- Violet sat in her battered car and waited in the parking lot of Eleven eleven. She smiled widely as Scarlett's car eased into the parking spot next to her. They both got out of their cars and walked toward the nightclub. Violet was surprised when Scarlett put her arm around her waist as the pair walked toward the door of the nightclub. Loud music was blaring, Violet could only wonder how loud it would be once they got inside. ---- Eleven eleven may not have carded in the past, but there was a surly, mannish looking woman standing solidly in front of the door. She did not even look at Scarlett's ID, just shook her head no. "Well, shoot!" Scarlett stomped her foot. "What do you want to do now?" "I guess I'll go on home," Violet said dejectedly. She was really looking forward to trying something new, getting out and having some fun. Being terminally shy, she didn't have any friends either and was looking forward to being with the slightly more outgoing Scarlett. "Want to come over to my place and we'll get a pizza or something?" Scarlett asked hopefully. "Okay!" Violet enthusiastically agreed. Scarlett gave her directions and both got into their cars. Scarlett made sure to drive slowly enough so that Violet could easily follow her; traffic in Atlanta can be murder most nights. Chapter 9 Violet looked around the properties in admiration. They looked clean, well kept. She followed Scarlett up the stairs to the small one-bedroom apartment and noticed that the lights in the stairwell worked, as did the lights in front of each doorway. She also noticed how the tight satin material molded itself to Scarlett's shapely rear end, but shook her head to get that thought out of her head. ---- "Oh, you have a kitty cat!" she exclaimed as they entered the living room. "Yeah, you're not allergic to them or nothing, are you?" Scarlett said worriedly as Kisses started rubbing against Violet's bare legs. "Nope, I love kitty cats," Violet declared and picked up Kisses. "Her name is Kisses," Scarlett said proudly. "Kisses?" Violet asked and smiled. "Yeah, I had Hugs and Kisses, but Hugs ran off and I've never seen him again," Scarlett said sadly at the memory of that gray cat's disappearance. "Aw!" Violet sympathized. "What do you like on your pizza?" Scarlett asked. "Anything but mushrooms," Violet answered and looked around the living room. The expensive leather couch and matching chair, the heavy coffee table and bookcase, the polished brass lamps screamed money. If that hadn't been a clue that Scarlett lived well, the 42-inch plasma mounted to the wall would have said it all. She saw the stack of did discs on the bookshelf and walked over to the stack and began to read through the titles. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. 'Anal Adventures,' 'Fist Party,' 'Bisexual Shower,' and a few non-pornographic movies. She clenched her thighs together and fought the impulse to rub her pussy through the damp crotch of her costume. She gritted her teeth tightly and walked toward the couch. The cool leather against her bare ass cheeks did not help matters at all. Thankfully, Kisses came over to distract her. "Sausage and peppers and onions okay with you?" Scarlett called out from the kitchen. She heard Scarlett's high heels click on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. "Great," Violet agreed. Scarlett entered the living room and smiled at the sight of Violet and Kisses together. Scarlett's costume had ridden up slightly; Violet could see her pussy bulge outlined faintly. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 01 "Um, where's the bathroom?" Violet asked and blushed. "Right down here," Scarlett said and Violet willed herself off the couch. She clenched her jaw tightly and watched Scarlett's little tail wiggle from side to side. Scarlett stopped and turned a light switch on for Violet. Violet smiled her thanks and closed the door to the small bathroom. She unsnapped the crotch of her body suit and tried her best to stifle her grunt of orgasm as the satin material rasped through her swollen pussy lips and across her throbbing clitoris. She blushed prettily; sure that Scarlett could hear her. She sat on the toilet, bit down on her bottom lip and dragged her fingernails through her swollen lips and grunted in orgasm again. She emptied her bladder and sighed in contentment as the stream finished. She looked around the small bathroom as she dabbed her pussy with a wad of toilet tissue. The shower curtain, a sheet of natural blend fabric probably cost more than one month's rent, the natural fiber weave bathmat was pretty expensive as well. The shampoo and conditioner were from an exclusive Bulkhead hair salon that Violet knew was far more than she could ever afford. She smelled the soap as she lathered her hands clean; it was an organic blend of oatmeal and honey. ---- Violet Smith's Apartment was on the South Side of Atlanta, close to the airport. It was not a safe neighborhood, but it was what she could afford. Ubelhorn & Associates was the first job she'd ever had; she'd gotten the job right after graduating from high school, assisted by the guidance counselor. Chapter 10 "Mom, he keeps trying to touch me," Violet tearfully told her mother. Gail Grey's eyes narrowed into mean little slits as she looked at her beautiful daughter. "Well what the fuck do you expect?" She snarled at Violet. "Always prancing around here with almost nothing on! And I've seen the way you look at him!" The 'almost nothing on' that Gail referred to were Violet's nightgowns, four years old by now and certainly ill-fitting on the eighteen year old girl. Any money the Grey household had went to beer, not new clothing. She tried to dress modestly but her Ripley developed body made almost anything she wore look sexy. Violet tried to keep the door to her bedroom locked, but Randall Grey wasn't to be put off that easily. He used a screwdriver to pop the lock of the flimsy door; the lock was designed for modesty, not security. Her screams frightened him away; fearful of what the neighbors would think and do. But Violet was afraid that the day would come when her screams would not be enough to deter her stepfather. She started to shove a chair under the knob at night and when she was changing clothes. At first, this did stop Randall, but then he began to approach his stepdaughter in the shower. Again, her screams frightened her stepfather away, but Violet took to bringing a knife with her into the shower. ---- She had just rinsed the shampoo from her eyes and saw his shadow through the cheap plastic shower curtain. She picked up the knife and waited. He reached into the small shower and she hacked down with the sharp blade. Grady Hospital's overworked staff was able to reattach Randall's finger, but he steered clear of Violet whenever he was sober. Unfortunately, he wasn't sober very often. ---- "Now that you're working," her mother cackled to her, "You can start paying rent around here." "Pay rent?" Violet shrieked. "I can't take a shower without that pervert trying to attack me, I can't sleep at night for fear of him coming into my room and raping me, and you want me to pay rent?" "Then get your own fucking place, see how easy it is," her mother coughed and lit another cigarette. ---- Ubelhorn &Associates salary was a small fortune to her but rent in Atlanta is slightly higher than a small fortune, if you want a nice apartment. Violet was grateful for what she had, though. She had a bed she could sleep in without Randall Grey coming anywhere near her. ---- Looking around at Scarlett's beautiful apartment and expensive furnishings did not make Violet jealous or envious; she admired the things that Scarlett had. Yes, it would be nice to have some of those things for herself, but in the roach infested apartment she called home, the finer things would not last long. Chapter 11 She exited the bathroom and blushed again as Scarlett smiled at her from her perch on the leather couch. Scarlett was in the midst of removing her red pumps and sat up as Violet entered the living room. "I really like that soap," Violet said. "Yeah?" Scarlett said. "I get it off of Embay, it's goat's milk and honey and oatmeal. I like the way it smells. And it's not supposed to dry out your skin. I got three extra bars, you want one?" "Yes!" Violet agreed before she could stop herself. Scarlett happily got up and skipped to the bathroom and retrieves a bar out of the cabinet. "Thank you," Violet said and sniffed deeply of the healthy scent. Scarlett picked up her shoes and walked to her bedroom. She did not shut the door to the bedroom as she threw her shoes into the large walk-in closet. Violet did not want to watch, but was unable to tear her eyes away as Scarlett unsnapped the crotch of the costume. "Hey, listen," Scarlett called out from the bedroom. "I'm going to put on a tee shirt and some shorts, you want to change out of that costume? I'm pretty sure we're close to the same size." "Um, no, no, that's all right," Violet called back and bit down on her bottom lip as Scarlett pulled the costume off over her head. Her bright red bra looked absolutely striking against the caramel colored skin. Scarlett did not turn on the light in the bedroom, so Violet wasn't really able to make out all the detail of Scarlett's body, but what she could see was absolutely breath-taking. Scarlett disappeared into the darkness and Violet turned and sat down on the leather couch. She put the bar of soap into her worn leather purse, after sniffing it once more. ---- Her mind was a whirl; what was wrong with her? Why was she watching Scarlett get undressed? In high school, if one of the girls seemed to be looking a little too long at another girls in the locker room, the other girls would beat her up and then tell everyone in the school that she was a big dyke. She knew of three girls that left school because of that, another girl started letting all the boys in the school fuck her just to prove she wasn't gay, and one of the few girls that Violet had befriended had actually killed herself because of the rumors. Violet felt ashamed and guilty about Jenna's death; it had been her that Jenna had been looking at. And until today, until right now, Violet had never been attracted to another girl. ---- Scarlett was also in a bit of a tizzy; why had she so shamelessly undressed in front of her new friend? She didn't have any friends, she knew that Violet was painfully shy, was she trying to scare the girl away? ---- "Hey, turn on the television, remote's on the coffee table," she called out and shrugged on a tee shirt. The doorbell rang and she pulled the shirt down and ran to the door. "Pizza's here!" she cheerfully called out and grabbed her purse from the bookshelf. Violet had to bite down on her bottom lip again as Scarlett's beautiful round ass peeked out from the bottomed of the hem of the tee shirt. "Scarlett!" she exclaimed in horror as realization hit her. "You can't answer the door like that! Unless you want the pizza boy to see your, your, um, you know."" "Ew! You're right!" Scarlett said and threw her wallet to Violet. "Here, you pay." She ran to the kitchen and peered around the corner as Violet answered the door. "Hey there Angel," the pimple faced boy smirked at Violet's costume. "How much, please?" Violet asked in a shaking voice. She blushed, knowing that her nipples were extremely hard and the boy was not missing this fact at all. "Um, it's eighteen fifty-two," the boy said. "Um, you forgot to tell us what kind of drink you wanted with that, is coke all right?" "Yeah, coke's fine," Violet said and peeled off two ten-dollar bills for the boy. She balanced the box and the two-liter bottle of soda and went back into the apartment. She closed the door and smiled at Scarlett who was putting plates and napkins on the coffee table. There were two glasses with ice, one by each plate. Violet watched Scarlett bustle about; Scarlett still had not put any shorts on and Violet bit down on her bottom lip a third time that evening as Scarlett's round ass cheeks peeked out at her. "Wait 'til you sit down," she thought. "You're going to love this leather couch." "Where do you want me to put the pizza?" she asked. "And, when I get paid tomorrow, I'll pay you back for my half, okay?" "No, I don't want you to pay half," Scarlett protested. "My treat." "You sure?" Violet asked. "Sure," Scarlett assured her. "Just put the pizza on the end table." Violet did and picked up Scarlett's plate. She carefully handled the piping hot slices and handed Scarlett her plate. She then got herself two pieces and then busied herself with pouring them each a glass of the soda. Scarlett was busily munching on a hefty bite of pizza. ---- "My what?" Scarlett asked Violet. "Your what?" Violet asked, thoroughly confused. "You didn't want the pizza boy to see my what?" Scarlett teased Violet. "O!" Violet couldn't help but smile, even though she was blushing. "Your, you know, your um, your pussy." "Turn on the TV," Scarlett tried to mumble through a mouthful of very hot pizza. "What?" Violet laughed and turned to look at Scarlett. "Turn on the TV, remote's right there," Scarlett said. Violet picked it up and switched the television on. The remote was still set to 'DVD Player,' and the movie began right where Scarlett had left it, on a close-up of a Monstrous cock pulling out of a gaping ass hole and a girl's fingers digging at a wet pussy. The cheesy music drowned out the grunts and groans of the couple, but dialogue wasn't really necessary. Scarlett stopped chewing in shock and looked at Violet, who sat, open-mouthed, at the sight of the man's cock spurting an immense amount of come on the gaping wide ass hole and spread pussy lips. "Oh, shit!" Scarlett cried out. "Turn it off! I'm sorry! I forgot I had that on!" "No!" Violet cried out, then quieter. "I want to see this!" ---- The two girls sat, blushing deeply, but watched as a busty blonde sucked on a very large cock. A second man entered the room, stripped off his clothing and asked "Mind if I join you?" In response, the blonde stood up and the second man lay on his back. She straddled his hips and aimed the huge cock to her shaved pussy. More horrible music flooded in as she started to bounce up and down on the newcomer's cock and suck on the first man's cock. A third man entered the room, stripped off his clothing and knelt behind the busy blonde. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass cheek aside. He lined up his cock and speared her ass hole. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of her stretched ass hole and splayed pussy being none too gently filled with large cocks. The first man pulled his cock out of her mouth and sprayed his juice on her face. She smiled widely as he coated her lips and chin with his white goo. Seconds later, the camera darted around to show the second man slide his cock out of her pussy and spurt heavily onto her pussy lips. The third man pulled out of her ass and coated her crack liberally with his own juice. Violet tore her eyes from the obscene images on the screen as Scarlett nudged her arm. Her plate was empty. Violet leapt to her feet and grabbed another two slices for her friend. ---- "Would you um, would you let some guy do that?" Scarlet asked, but did not look at Violet. "Yeah," Violet admitted after a moment's hesitation. "You?" She quite often inserted a finger into her rectum when masturbating, had found that this 'naughty' titillation was quite enjoyable to her. "No way!" Scarlett burst out. She hesitated for a moment, "Well, maybe. But not if he had a huge weenie like that!"" "A what?" Violet teased. "A weenie," Scarlett said. "Well, what do you call it?" "A, an um, you know, a weenie," Violet blushed and said. Both girls burst into laughter. ---- They watched as an anorexic looking white girl approached a well-hung black man. He lay on the bed and she squatted over him. The camera showed a close-up of her face as beads of sweat popped out. The angle switched to her ass as the long black cock slid deeper and deeper into her. Another close-up of her face showed her eyes bulging slightly and her face tight in a grimace of pain. ---- "Not if it hurt like that," Violet shuddered. She got herself another slice of pizza and chewed slowly. The scene ended in the usual fashion, a large amount of his semen being spurted onto the anorexic girl's ass crack. ---- The next vignette showed a busty brunette lapping away at her blonde girlfriend's pussy. The camera pulled away slightly to show that she was busily sliding a vibrator in and out of her girlfriend's ass while she licked at the swollen pussy lips Both girls breathed a little heavier as they watched the girl-girl action, but neither one of them spoke, neither one would look at the other. The following vignette showed the same pair of girls, but this time the blonde was working a double-ended dildo in her pussy while her girlfriend knelt on all fours in front of her. The blond grabbed the other end of the dildo and aimed it at her girlfriend's ass. She laughed as the brunette squealed. A frenzied musical score seemed terribly out of place with the slow pace of the lesbian action on the screen. ---- "How about...would you do that?" Scarlett asked quietly, nervously. "I, um, I don't know," Violet answered, voice shaking with nervous excitement and fear. If she admitted 'Yes' would Scarlett call her a big dyke? "I um, I guess so. You?" "I don't know," Scarlett said. "I guess, probably, I mean, it's not like I'm this big lesbian or something, you know?" The Scene on the screen ended, both girls squealing and groaning in orgasm, whether real or faked. Violet took a big gulp of her soda. It did not cool the burning in her cheeks. "Well, me neither, you know, but..." Violet said quietly. The next scene showed both blonde and brunette again, locked in a 'sixty nine' position, each licking rapidly at each other's pussies, but each also had a man ramming a large cocks in the girls' asses. "I mean, it would have to be, um, I don't know, you know, the right girl," Violet continued. "Someone I like, you know?" "Yeah," Scarlett agreed. "I mean, I'd really have to like them a whole bunch, you know? Like she was my best friend or something," Violet went on, mentally kicking herself, wishing that she would just shut up. Why was she rambling on about this? She glanced at the digital clock on the bookshelf. Chapter 12 "Is that clock right?" she asked suddenly. "Scarlett looked at the clock, then at her watch. "Yeah, it's nine forty one, why?" "Oh, damn!" Violet pouted. "I've got to get on home." "You, um, you want to just stay over?" Scarlett asked, blushing heavily. "I mean, how far away do you live?" "Down on Grant, by the airport," Violet said as she stood and grabbed her purse. Scarlett stood also, her mouth open in shock. "By the airport!" Scarlett gasped. "Isn't that neighborhood dangerous?" "Well, yeah, but that's what I can afford," Violet agreed and turned to leave the apartment. "Not anymore!" Scarlett declared. "I'll tell Poppa you need a raise right now!" "No!" Violet gasped, horrified. She whirled around to face Scarlett, her face a mask of horror. She was making the same salary that she'd been making when she started two years ago; her terminal shyness preventing her from walking into Mr. Ubelhorn's office and requesting a much needed and deserved raise. She was terrified of Mr. Ubelhorn; his dark looks and sharp accent made him seem so foreboding to Violet. "But Violet!" Scarlett argued, "Poppa wouldn't want any of his employees living down there, it's dangerous!" "Please, Scarlett!" Violet cried out and grabbed Scarlett's arms. "Please, don't get me into trouble!" "Trouble?" Scarlett asked, genuinely puzzled. "But Violet, how would that get..." Violet started crying and Scarlett, very concerned, pulled the girl into an embrace. Violet sobbed and held Scarlett tightly. ---- It had been a pretty long day, emotionally, for Violet. The daring new costume, the high level of sexual excitement, making a new friend, trying to get into a nightclub, having pizza with her new friend, watching pornography, finding herself very attracted to her friend, and then the thought of having to face Mr. Ubelhorn. Scarlett patted Violet's back, trying to reassure her friend that it would be all right. Finally, Violet calmed down and pulled out of the embrace. She smiled weakly at Scarlett. She wrinkled her brow and looked at Scarlett, whose eyes were damp with her own tears. "Why are you crying?" she whispered. "Because I like you, a lot, and I don't like it when you cry," Scarlett said. Violet smiled a little wider and impulsively kissed scarlet lightly on the lips. She turned to leave again. "Why don't you just stay over?" Scarlett asked again, her hand on Violet's arm. "Because, in the morning, I'd have to run all the way home, change, then run all the way back and try to make it to work before nine o'clock," Violet murmured as she turned to smile at her friend. "No you wouldn't. We're probably the same size, or close to it," Scarlett suggested. "You can borrow some of my clothes." "No way!" Violet laughed at the preposterous idea. "What? Why not?" Scarlett asked, a little hurt at Violet's rejection. She let her hand fall from Violet's arm. "Scarlett, your clothes are all too nice!" Violet protested and put her hand on Scarlett's arm. "So?" Scarlett smiled. "It's not like you work in the coal mines or something!" "But, Scarlett! I'd feel horrible if anything happened to it while I was wearing it!" Violet protested. "Then we'd get it dry cleaned or what ever," Scarlett said, the matter settled as far as she was concerned. She put her hand back onto Violet's arm. The two looked into each other's eyes for a moment. "You sure?" Violet asked, her voice not much more than a whisper. "Yeah!" Scarlett smiled widely. ---- She was excited about having a friend stay over. This was something she'd never done before; being the youngest one in all of her classes, the other girls just didn't invite her to their functions. Violet had stayed over at Jenna's once; shortly before Jenna took her father's shotgun and blew her brains out. That had been her only experience with a sleepover. "Come on, let's get ready for bed," Scarlett said and pulled Violet toward the bedroom. "Do you shower in the morning, or at night?" "Night," Violet said and let herself be pulled into the bedroom. Chapter 13 Scarlett pulled Violet to a chest of drawers and slid open the bottom drawer. Violet looked around the bedroom in admiration. There was a large canopy bed, headboard against the far wall. There were several pillows and a few stuffed animals on the fluffy pink comforter. She smiled as Kisses perched herself on one of the largest pillows. On each side of the bed were nightstands in antique white. There was the antique white chest of drawers against the right wall, in between two closet doors. On the left wall was the matching dresser with large mirror. On the front wall, by the bedroom door, Scarlett had a 32-inch plasma screen mounted. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 01 "You have a TV in your bedroom?" Violet said in genuine surprise. "Yeah, Poppa had it put in here two months ago, when I had the flu real bad, it's got a built in dvd player and all," Scarlett said and pulled a long red nightgown out. She held it up by its two slender shoulder straps and handed it to Violet. "Put your costume in that bag with mine and I'll take it to the dry cleaners tomorrow," she said and turned to pull out a nightgown out of the drawer for herself. "This is real silk," Violet said as she felt the slinky material. "Yeah, I love the way silk feels, don't you?" Scarlett said and pulled a matching gown out of the drawer. Violet had to admit, she did like the way this silk felt in her fingertips. She'd never worn real silk before, so she had no idea how it would feel on her body. She watched, transfixed, as Scarlett pulled the tee shirt off and briefly stood nude in from of her. Scarlett pulled the nightgown on, and smoothed the silk down over her large breasts, washboard stomach, and almost bare pussy. The red silk nightgown had slits on each side that reached to mid thigh, and Scarlett's tan legs looked beautiful framed by the blood red material. Her bare arms and shoulders looked all the darker, and her breasts were bare almost to the nipple by the low cut front. "You look beautiful in that, Violet said in an excited whisper. Scarlett blushed, but smiled happily. Violet clutched the silk negligee to her chest and wobbled on unsteady legs toward the bathroom. Violet shut the door and let out a deep breath. She carefully hung the nightgown on the hook on the bathroom door and unsnapped the crotch of her costume. She peeled the costume over her head and let out a little giggle as her halo fell off of her head. She dropped the costume to the floor and slid the shower curtain aside. She studied the tap of the shower and figured out how to turn it on. The hot water did nothing to cool her down and she masturbated twice while soaping herself up. She used the expensive shampoo to lather up her hair and had to agree; her scalp did tingle when she finished, just as the bottle claimed it would. She pulled the hand-held shower attachment and pushed it hard against her burning crotch and her eyes bulged slightly at the intensity of the orgasm. Afterward, she finished rinsing off and turned the shower off. Her nipples throbbed as she vigorously rubbed her breasts with the fluffy towel. Her belly fluttered as she dragged the towel across her sensitive skin toward her blonde muff. "God, what is wrong with me?" she asked herself quietly. "I've already masturbated three times, and here I am, horny again!" She blinked in wonder as she rubbed her ass cheeks with the fluffy towel and finally she turned her attention to her hair. She dried it as much as possible and finally grabbed the long negligee and pulled it on. Her nipples, so very sensitive to any stimuli, engorged to their fullest peak as the silk glided across them. The material barely covered her full breasts and the slinky material clung sensuously to her breasts, her soft belly, full hips and lush ass. She blushed in excitement and embarrassment as she realized that her pubic mound was also outlined in the snug material. The back was open, she felt so very sexy in the long gown. ---- She opened the door of the bathroom and walked to the living room to retrieve her purse. She pulled her brush out of the purse and walked back to the bedroom, brushing out her shoulder length light blonde hair. ---- "Oh!" Scarlett exclaimed as Violet entered the bedroom. She'd turned off the overhead light and had the two bedside lamps on. She had been sitting up in the bed, watching the evening news and had turned to look at Violet when Violet entered the bedroom. "What?" Violet asked. "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong!" Scarlett smiled. "Here, look" Scarlett got out of the bed and closed the bedroom door. She pulled Violet around to face the mirror. She stood behind Violet, arms around her waist. Violet rested her hands on Scarlett's arms. Scarlett was slightly taller than Violet and smiled at the reflection over the pale shoulder. "Look," Scarlett said again. "That color looks so great on you!" Violet tore herself out of her reverie; Scarlett's arms around her waist and her breasts pressed snugly against her bare back made it hard to think about anything else. Violet wasn't concentrating on looking in the mirror. The first thing her eyes focused on was Scarlett's beautiful face next to her own. Then she looked more carefully. Scarlett was right. The color red gave her pale skin a real glow, accented her light hair. She smiled shyly at the Scarlett in the mirror. "See?" Scarlett smiled happily. "Red is your color. We'll find you a red blouse or dress to wear tomorrow." She moved to pull away, but Violet, eyes opening wide at her own daring, held onto the other girl's arms tightly and pressed back against Scarlett. After a moment's hesitation, Scarlett pulled Violet tighter and Violet sighed happily. Violet raised her right hand and softly touched Scarlett's cheek. Scarlett bent her head down slightly and pressed her lips to Violet's bare shoulder. Violet gasped as an electric shock ran from that point where Scarlett's moist lips touched her flesh, to her nipples, to her belly, to her overheated pussy. "Oh!" she hissed as Scarlett's teeth nipped lightly at her skin. Scarlett slowly pulled her head up and looked into Violet's eyes in the mirror. Violet slowly pulled her eyes from the gaze and turned to face Scarlett. The two kissed softly. Violet twisted around in Scarlett's embrace so that they stood, hard nipple to hard nipple and put her arms around Scarlett's waist. The back of Scarlett's gown was bare and she scratched her fingernails lightly against Scarlett's spine. The two kissed again, and Violet opened her mouth. Scarlett caught the hint and jammed her tongue deeply into Violet's mouth. Violet softly sucked at Scarlett's tongue and traced the thrusting tongue with her own pink tongue. Their breasts mashed together, their bellies rubbed together; they grasped at each other tighter. Chapter 14 Violet pulled out of the kiss, her fingers combing through Scarlett's long black hair and looked into the dark eyes, looking for any sign of rejection or disgust. Scarlett looked into Violet's blue eyes, seeing the hope and fear that Violet held inside. "You are so very beautiful," she whispered to Violet and brought her lips to Violet's for another kiss. "you're the beautiful one," Violet whispered back and submitted to Scarlett's kiss. "I've never done this before, I'm not really sure what to do," Scarlett admitted as she pulled Violet toward the bed. "Well me neither!" Violet laughed. She playfully pushed Scarlett onto the bed and slithered out of her nightgown. Scarlett sat up on her elbows and watched as the pale skin came into view. She looked at the thick blonde muff that covered Violet's pale pussy lips, the softly rounded belly with the sweet little dimple of a belly button, and the large breasts capped by large pale nipples. She slithered out of her own nightgown and Violet lay down slowly, carefully, on top of Scarlet and lovingly took a hard red nipple into her mouth. Her belly rubbed against Scarlett's pussy and Scarlett impulsively rubbed her crotch against Violet. Violet's crinkly blonde pubic hair rested against Scarlett's left thigh, and she began to slide up and down on the leg. She gave a final hard suck to the nipple and reached with hands and mouth for the other nipple. Scarlett groaned with frustration as the contact between her pussy and Violet's soft belly was broken. Violet firmly put her left thigh against Scarlett's pussy mound and ground her leg into the steaming wet flesh. "Oh!" Scarlett loudly gasped as she orgasmed. Violet laughed with joy as she felt Scarlett's fluid response to her tit sucking and pussy rubbing. She cupped both breasts and gave each nipple a gentle pinch. She laughed again and dragged herself up to Scarlett's open mouth. She trapped Scarlett's bottom lip between her teeth and ran her pink tongue along the lip. Her pussy mount pressed tightly against Scarlett's and she instinctively began a slow grinding. She released Scarlett's lip and jammed her tongue into her lover's mouth. "Oh!" she gasped and opened her eyes wide in wonder as Scarlett's hands pried her round ass cheeks apart. Scarlett dragged a long red fingernail down the crack of Violet's ass and tickled Violet's tightly clenched pink anus. Violet watched as Scarlet brought the finger to her lips and wet the finger, then brought it down behind her again. "Oh!" she gasped again as Scarlett's wet finger slid into her clutching rectum. She began to rub her pussy harder against Scarlett's pussy, and closed her eyes to the wonderful and naughty feelings that were sweeping her body from head to toe. "Uh!" she grunted in orgasm and Scarlett jammed a second finger into her ass hole. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" "Oh!" Scarlett groaned as other orgasm swept through her as well. ---- The two rubbed and hunched together for two more orgasms. Violet finally opened her eyes and looked into Scarlett's eyes. Scarlett's eyes were opened, but unfocused. Violet kissed the full lips then slithered down her lover's body. She felt disappointed as Scarlett's fingers slipped out of her ass, but she was on a mission. She kissed her lover's belly and caused Scarlett to giggle as she tongued the girl's belly button. She slid off the edge of the bed and knelt between Scarlett's splayed legs. Scarlett lay in blissful happiness and felt Violet's hot breath on her overheated pussy. Violet inhaled deeply of her lover's scent and could not wait any longer to taste of her lover. She flattened her tongue and pressed it fully against Scarlett's pussy lips. She took a broad swipe along the swollen lips and tasted the girl's excitement. "Mm," she murmured to herself. She took several more tastes of Scarlett, then pulled Scarlett's legs onto her shoulders. She used her hands to pull Scarlett's lips apart and Scarlett orgasmed as Violet drew her throbbing clitoris into her small mouth. Two more orgasms followed and she tried to push Violet's head away. Violet finally relinquished her hold on Scarlett's oversensitive clitoris and nudged her tongue down Scarlett's pussy slit until she found Scarlett's anus. "Uh!" Scarlett grunted as Violet tried to jam her tongue into Scarlett's anus. Violet pushed and probed at the tight wrinkle until it in relaxed slightly. She slithered her tongue as far as she could jam it. The taste was not what she had expected; but then again, the taste of pussy was not what she had expected either. She wet a finger in her own drooling pussy and brought it up to Scarlett's ass. Scarlett twisted her head from side to side in ecstasy as Violet rammed her finger in and out of her rectum. She jammed a second finger in, and nibbled lightly on Scarlett's clitoris again. Scarlett sat up and loudly grunted in orgasm. Violet slowly pulled her fingers and mouth from Scarlett and stood up. She kissed Scarlett on her full lips and smiled at her friend. "Did you like that?" she needlessly asked in a whisper. "That was unbelievable," Scarlett finally said when she was able to get her breath. ---- Scarlett reached for Violet, but Violet gently removed herself from Scarlett's embrace. "It's late; I have work in the morning," She gently said. "But I haven't, you know, I haven't eaten you," Scarlett whined. "Next time," Violet said and kissed Scarlett's nose. She then stood back and looked into Scarlett's eyes, suddenly worried. "There will be a next time?" she quietly asked. "I hope so," Scarlett quietly agreed. "Oh, damn!" Violet stamped her foot. "What?" Scarlett asked, concerned. "I don't have a toothbrush! I hate not brushing my teeth before going to bed!" Violet whined. "Guess what?" Scarlett smiled and walked toward the bathroom. Violet followed her. "My grandmother's crazy about Sam's Club, shops there all the time," Scarlett said as she opened the bathroom cabinet. "She bought me a ten-pack of toothbrushes last week!" She pulled one out of the bathroom cabinet and ended it to Violet. "Here, a blue one for you, and you can leave it here and use it whenever you're here!" Scarlett excitedly said. ---- The two girls brushed their teeth at the sink. Scarlett elbowed Violet gently, which prompted a gentle nudge from Violet, which garnered another nudge from Scarlett, and a responding one from Violet. It was difficult for the two to finish brushing their teeth among the giggles, but they finally finished. ---- "Good night," Scarlett said then looked on in wonder as Violet knelt by her side of the bed and silently prayed. She stared for a moment, then got down on her side of the bed and silently said her prayers as well. "Thank you God, for bringing me a friend," Violet silently prayed. "I love her very much and am very grateful to you for her. Please keep her and me safe tonight." She pulled her nightgown on and sighed happily as she slid under the soft covers and lay her head on the soft pillow. Scarlett slipped her own nightgown on and slid in the bed on the other side. The two girls kissed softly and wished each other a good night's sleep. Kisses the cat paced back and forth, looking for a soft place to lay down. She finally curled up in between the pair of lovers, down by their feet. The End of Scarlett And Violet 01. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 02 Chapter 1 Scarlett woke up slowly. There was a strange smell in the apartment. She stretched and looked at the bedside clock; 5:52. The smell was stronger now and she groggily looked at the cat's litter box. It didn't need emptying and besides that, this was a good smell. She looked around the bed and saw the long red nightgown lying at the foot of the bed. Memories of last night came flooding back. Yesterday had been Halloween and she'd worn a devil's costume to work. Violet Smith, a very shy blonde in Data Entry, had worn an angel's costume. The pretty nineteen year old had never really talked with the pretty twenty year old before, but the costumes had helped break the ice. Being the boss's daughter, it was hard to make friends with the employees; they were polite, but that was about it. But she and Violet had really hit it off and came back here to eat pizza. Somehow, they'd wound up in each other's arms and had made love. Well, she'd thought it was love. But Violet had obviously snuck off in the night, leaving the borrowed red nightgown behind. Scarlett's dark eyes filled with tears. That smell was getting stronger now, and she could also smell coffee. Quietly, she got out of the bed and silently padded down the hallway to the small kitchen. Her heart leapt with happiness as she spotted Violet, dressed in only a short apron, pulling a cookie sheet out of the oven. When Violet bent over, Scarlett could see her pink anus, and her full pussy lips peeking out from the pale blonde muff. Kisses, her calico cat, jumped up on the counter and Violet picked the cat up and set her down on the floor. "How many times to I have to tell you, 'No'?" Violet said and waggled a finger at the cat. "That's for Mommy, not kitty." Violet quietly pulled a tray out of the side cabinet and put two plates on it. She whistled in alarm as she tried to pick up a cinnamon bun from the cookie sheet but it was too hot. She shrugged and pulled two coffee mugs out and filled both. She added plenty of sugar and milk to both cups and put them on the tray. Again she tried to pick up one of the cinnamon buns and succeeded in getting it to the plate, whistling in anguish the whole time. She repeated the process three more times and put forks and napkins on the tray as well. Scarlett ducked back into the bedroom and lay back down, mimicking that she'd been asleep the whole time. Violet, now nude, carried the tray into the bedroom and quietly put the tray on the low dresser. Kisses jumped up on the dresser, only to be put back down on the floor by Violet. "No!" she said quietly but forcefully. She put a cup of coffee on Scarlett's bedside table, making sure to put a napkin underneath it. She slowly pulled the comforter down and rained kisses on Scarlett's bare shoulders and back. "Good morning, Scarlett," she said when Scarlett sleepily rolled over. She gently kissed Scarlett's full lips, then put some pillows behind Scarlett so that she could sit up. She got a plate from the tray and handed it to Scarlett. "Cinnamon buns," she said and got her own plate and cup of coffee. She slid into the bed and both girls munched in silence. "You're out of cinnamon," Violet told her, and you didn't have any powdered sugar, or I would have made icing for the buns." "I had cinnamon?" Scarlett asked. "Yeah, but not a whole lot," Violet said. "I used it all up on the buns." "So, where do you get cinnamon?" Scarlett asked. "Duh, at the grocery store," Violet laughed. "Duh, I know that, but where? I mean, do they have it in the freezer section, or down by the milk?" Scarlett asked, :No, it's on the spice aisle," Violet said when she saw that Scarlett wasn't kidding. "Who does your grocery shopping for you?" "My grandmother, mostly," Scarlett shrugged. She finished the pastries and took a big sip of the coffee. It was rich without being overpowering, and somehow Violet had known that she liked plenty of sugar and milk. "Would you like some coffee with your milk?" her father would tease. "How come you're naked?" she asked. "I didn't want to take a chance of getting your nightgown dirty, it's real silk," Violet answered. "So I just took it off and used one of your aprons." "I have aprons?" Scarlett asked. "And that' your nightgown from now on. You wear that whenever you come back, you hear?" "You want me to come back?" Violet asked, almost in a whisper. "Yes, I do," Scarlett said and put her hand on Violet's hand. "Oh!" Violet exclaimed happily and kissed Scarlett on her full lips. The kiss became an open mouthed one and scarlet rolled over on top of the blonde girl. "No," Violet groaned determinedly. "You have to get ready for school, and I have to get ready for work. You do have school today, don't you?" "I'll skip class today, if you call in sick," Scarlett jokingly suggested. "Scarlett! I can't do that!" Violet said and tried to push Scarlett's sucking mouth from her overly sensitive nipple. She sighed and lies down and let her lover suck on her nipple. Her blue eyes Squeezed shut as Scarlett's fingers sought out her very wet slit. The jangle of the telephone snapped them out of their lovemaking. Scarlett padded out of the bed and picked up the handset. "Hello?" she asked. She looked stricken at Violet. "Hello Poppa, no you didn't wake me, I was having breakfast." Violet scrambled to put her nightgown on. Scarlett listened to the phone for a moment then shook her head. "No, Poppa, I can't. I have classes today, and I have exams in two of my classes. I cannot afford to miss those." She frowned deeply. "Poppa, Lori's not sick, she's hung over," she said. ---- Gustav Ubelhorn, Jr. knew that his daughter was probably right. Lori's long list of absences had gotten to the point that she'd eaten up her vacation days as well as her sick days. He was loath to do anything about it though; the twenty three year old red headed receptionist had two children that she was trying to raise on her own. Most people looked at Gustav Ubelhorn's tall frame and dark looks and believed him to be a hard man. His speech was harsh; he'd grown up in Germany, only learning English when he brought his mother and daughter to America. He was a shrewd businessman and less than one year after landing in Atlanta Georgia, he had formed a successful payroll management company. Five years after landing in Atlanta, he owned several apartment buildings in and around Atlanta and leased the property management contracts to himself. Few would suspect that the dark skinned man with the brusque mannerisms and speech was truly a softhearted man. Even his own daughter had a healthy respect for her father. "She is afraid of you," Quan Xi, his mother said. He smiled at his mother. She'd been the product of a South Korean prostitute and an African American soldier. Graduating from the Buddhist convent, she'd migrated to West Germany, on a whim. Once there, not knowing the language or the customs, she'd reverted to her mother's profession. Gustav Ubelhorn was a fifty three year old accountant. He was returning from another dreary day of work when a small dark figure approached him. In her South Korean dialect, she offered him her body for food and shelter. He did not understand her speech, but when she lifted the hem of her dress and exposed her pussy to his startled eyes, he got the meaning. He was her one and only customer; they were married three and a half months later, when her belly began to show. He unfortunately died two months before his son was born, but left his young bride and unborn child very well off, by West German standards. Gustav Ubelhorn followed in his father's footsteps and attended the local university and studied Accounting. He met and married Eva Schenkoff and they had a beautiful daughter, whom Eva, a fan of the 'Gone With The Wind' movie, named Scarlett. But her family's racial hatred of Gustav and Quan Xi finally forced her to abandon husband and daughter. The Schenkoffs were not the only racists in Germany and Gustav Ubelhorn Jr. took his mother and daughter to the only American city they knew about, from the movie 'Gone With The Wind,' Atlanta. ---- "What a shame it is that you are not afraid of me as well," he teased his mother. "I had to spank you when you were a baby," she reminded him. "And I will do it again, if I have to." He could not help but laugh at that; he was six foot three and she was just less than five feet tall. ---- "Poppa, I have an idea," his daughter was saying into the phone. "Why don't you put Violet on the phones?" Violet looked up at her lover, eyes wide with fear. She frantically shook her head no at Scarlett, who simply turned around, her back to the frightened twenty year old. "Violet?" Gustav asked. "Violet Smith? That little blonde girl that works in Data Entry?" "Yes, Poppa," Scarlett said. "She has worked for you for 2 years, she knows the hierarchy and departments." "That will not work," he huffed. "She doesn't know the phone system." "Poppa, it is not that hard. Lori just acts like it is so difficult," Scarlett gently told him. Violet had gotten out of the bed and was tugging at Scarlett's arm and frantically whispering "I don't know how the system works!" "We will see," he said. "I will ask her when she comes in." Scarlett smiled happily. That meant her father would do it. With andI love you,' she hung up. "Are you crazy!" Violet screamed. "I can't work on the phones!" "Scarlett laughed and tried to hug her friend. Violet shoved her back but Scarlett was a little stronger and pinned Violet's arm at her side. "Listen, Violet," she said. "Lori just acts like it's such a big deal so that Poppa won't fire her. If you can figure out how to do data entry, you can figure out the phone system. All the departments' extensions are three numbers and all individuals' extensions are four numbers. That's it." "Are you sure?" Violet asked her friend. "I'm sure. And when Lori gets over this hangover and decides to come back to work, you can be the one to spell her at lunch time," Scarlett smiled. Get ready for school," Violet chided her friend. "I'll clean up the breakfast dishes." Chapter 2 Violet happily stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and snuck the last bit of coffee for herself. In the shower, Scarlett languidly lathered her long black hair. She lazily rubbed the soapy washcloth around on her caramel colored skin, her dark nipples, her washboard stomach (she spent at least three hours a week at the campus gym) and her overly sensitive pussy mound. She'd shaved her black bush into a very thin racing stripe of hair yesterday, so that her devil's costume would be more appropriate for the work place. She dragged the razor along her legs and crotch and debated on whether or not to remove all the hair, but decided against it. Scarlett emerged from the bathroom, long black hair wrapped in a towel turban. Violet wiped down the counter in the kitchen and filled Kisses bowls with dry food and with water. Scarlett pulled a bright red silk blouse out of her closet. She found a simple black skirt to go with the blouse. From her chest of drawers she pulled out a bright red silk bra and matching thong panties. Both she and Violet had 36 D breasts, 29-inch waists and thirty-six inch hips. She'd bought the red bra and panties one Saturday, but had never had the opportunity to wear them; the tags were still attached to them. She decided that Violet's white sandals, so appropriate with the angel's costume, would not go with the black skirt, so she picked out a pair of platform Mary Jane shoes. "Oh, what a cute outfit," Violet said as she entered the bedroom, fresh from brushing her teeth. "Yeah?" Scarlett smiled. "Well, try it on." For herself, she put on a white silk bra and simple bikini panties. She pulled on a long sleeve white silk shirt and snug blue jeans. Violet modeled the bra and panties for Scarlett's approval and Scarlett twirled her finger to indicate that Violet should turn around. When Violet did, Scarlett playfully slapped her exposed ass cheek, which elicited a scream and laugh from Violet. They finished dressing and Violet admired herself quickly in the long mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The two left the apartment and Scarlett locked the door. "Oh, I almost forgot!" Scarlett said. "Give me your cell number," and she pulled her own cell phone out of her purse. "I don't have one," Violet said. "I can barely afford a land line." "No cell phone?" Scarlett asked, a little surprised. "Oh, okay." To the delight of the old pervert that lived right below her, the one that was always spying on her and making lewd suggestions, she quickly kissed Violet on the lips and got into her compact car. Violet climbed into her battered old car and the two lovers smiled at each other then drove off their separate ways. Chapter 3 Lori groaned and pulled her robe on. Her next-door neighbor had come to take her two kids to the pre-school. Sandra's daughter went to the same school, so she simply brought all three each morning and picked them up in the afternoon. Sandra was more than a little miffed that Lori didn't have them ready yet, though, and it looked as though they hadn't even been fed their breakfasts or their hair combed, or their teeth brushed. "You're sick, that's tough," Sandra huffed. "You make yourself get up and do this," and she quickly set about getting Jake and Suzy cleaned up and dressed. Soon, but not soon enough for Lori, they left. She absently scratched at her crotch and stopped. She opened her robe and looked. Her crotch was bare; where there should have been a bright red thatch of hair was pink skin. The light dusting of freckles was barely visible through the welt of raw skin. "What the fuck?" she asked and touched the bear skin again. She groaned in pain, her entire crotch was sore. If she thought about it, so was her anus. "What the fuck did I do last night?" she asked herself and poured a healthy sized glass of vodka. She splashed a little orange juice into the glass, the last of the orange juice. She promised herself she would pick some up from the grocery store before the kids got home from school. She vaguely remembered being dressed in her latex pussycat outfit, with the latex cat ears and tail. The daughter of the bitch that lived downstairs had agreed to take the brats trick-or-treating, then baby-sit until ten that night. She had met a really cute guy at Tomfoolery's, he'd given her a line of coke or something, then told her he knew where they could score some more. From there, it was pretty blurry. She remembered his face above her, then some other guy's face, then... She'd gotten home at 2:15 that morning, and that bitch from downstairs was in her face, screaming and demanding fifty bucks for the baby-sitting job. Luckily, she had the money socked away. She vaguely remembered that, and somewhat remembered being disgusted when she'd unsnapped the crotch of her cat costume and sperm dribbled out of her sore pussy onto the bathroom floor. ""Shit, I hope I ain't fucking knocked up," she thought and with a shaking hand brought the glass to her lips. Chapter 4 Gustav smiled tightly as Violet entered the lobby of Ubelhorn & Associates. She shrank back slightly, the man frightened her. "Good morning, Violet," he said in his crisp manner. "Good morning, Mr. Ubelhorn," she said in a very low voice. "Ms. Smith, I have a real problem, and would like to talk with you about it," he said and she stood and listened to him. She sat as he stood over her and showed her which buttons to press for the phones, the transfer of calls, and the intercom system and then warmly patted her on the back. "You will do fine," he assured her and walked off. ---- "Ubelhorn and Associates," she said. "How may I direct your call?" "I love you," a soft voice musically chimed on the other end. "Excuse me?" Violet squeaked. "It's me, silly," Scarlett laughed. "I'm between classes and just wanted to call and see how you were doing." "Oh! Hi!" Violet laughed. "It's going great!" "No personal calls," Gustav barked as he strode purposefully toward the elevators. (He had intended for it to sound playful; he didn't mind if his employees received one or two personal calls, just as long as it didn't interfere with their work, but his gruff voice made it sound more like a bark.) Violet shrank away, then realized he wasn't mad at her. She smiled sweetly. "Did you want to talk with your father?" Violet asked into her headset. "Not really," Scarlett said. "Does Scarlett need me?" Gustav asked. "Hold on, please," Violet said and put Scarlett on hold. "No sir, she doesn't, she was just calling to make sure that I'm doing okay here." "That's a good girl," he smiled proudly. "You know, she's the one that suggested that I put you on the phones today." "Really?" Violet asked, pretending not to know about Scarlett's conversation with Mr. Ubelhorn. "That was so sweet of her." Gustav strode to the elevators, pressed the 'Down' button and nodded to Violet as he left the lobby. "I love you too," she whispered into the mouthpiece of the headset. "And I miss you so much," Scarlett whispered back. "Will you come over tonight?" "You really want me to?" Violet whispered. "More than anything!" Scarlett whispered and entered the classroom. ---- Lori groaned again. Someone was pounding on the door. She looked at the clock; it wasn't time for the kids to be back from school, it was only 10:15 am. She took another gulp from her glass, her second drink of the morning, straight vodka, and no orange juice. "What, mother fucker?" she shrieked and flung the door open. The shriek died in her throat; Mr. Ubelhorn stood on her doorstep. "May I come in, he asked and walked into her dirty apartment without waiting for her response. She meekly closed the door and gritted her teeth in horror as he picked up her glass and sniffed it suspiciously. "Your doctor prescribed vodka to treat the flu?" he asked her. "No sir," she mumbled. "Please cover yourself up," he barked and sat down. "Sit down, we need to talk." She looked down at herself and had the good grace to blush furiously. The sash on her robe had slipped and he'd been able to see her small breasts and hairless pussy. She quickly tied the sash closed and sat down at the table. She wondered if she dared to take a sip of the vodka while he sat there. He put several sheets of paper on the table and shoved them toward her. "I printed out your absences for the last 12 months, and your actual hours worked," he began. "I've been under the weather a lot lately," she tried to say, but a stern look from him silenced her. She wanted to throw up; if she lost this job, it would be difficult for her to find another job, especially one that paid as nicely as Ubelhorn & Associates. "If you will notice, you are most often 'under the weather' as you like to put it, on the days after a holiday and on Mondays," he went on. "Why do you think that is, Ms. Taylor?" "I um, I don't know," she stammered and looked quickly at the glass of vodka, then away again. "I think I have a pretty good idea," he said and shoved the glass her way. "Go ahead, finish it. No use in letting it goes to waste." She gratefully took a healthy gulp of the vodka and coughed slightly as it burned its way down her throat. "Ms. Taylor, Ubelhorn and Associates has an insurance policy on each of its employees; you've been paying into it for the three and a half years you've been employed with us," he told her. She took another gulp of her vodka and looked at him through her watery eyes. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 02 "Am I being fired?" she finally sobbed out. "Not at all," he smiled tightly at the bone thin red head. "I am trying to offer you a way out of this mess you seem to have put yourself into." He outlined the plan to her and asked if their father could care for the children while she was away. He listened for a moment as she told him that she really did not know who the fathers of her two children were. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. She sobbed and sniffed, feeling sorry for herself, as he spoke in harsh German to someone, then hung up. "My mother will watch the boy and girl while Mommy is at the hospital getting better," he said. "Go get dressed; I will drive you to the treatment center. "Can I take a shower first?" she asked. "Please hurry," he said and smiled tightly. "Some of us have work to get back to." Chapter 5 Violet looked up as Mr. Ubelhorn strode back into the lobby. "Go to lunch, I am so sorry for making you wait so long," he gently said. "Oh, It's no problem," she said and grabbed her purse. He sat at the Diaz and typed on the computer keyboard rapidly. He opened his eyes in surprise, then pulled up the computer's calculator program. ---- Violet ate the 'Lean Cuisine' Scarlet had given her and drank her soda. She knew she could take an hour for lunch, but after twenty minutes, she was finished and was bored, so she went back up front to the lobby. Mr. Ubelhorn glared up at her. "You have been working here for two years, and have never come to me for a raise?" he snapped at her. She shrank back in fear at his outburst. "Do you know how much work that is for me?" he continued. "Now I have to issue a check for your back wages and make sure to change your confirmation code and classification." "You don't have to if you don't want to," she squeaked. "It's supposed to be done on a regular basis," he snapped and stood up. "I will have your check ready for you tomorrow. Oh, and Violet?" "Yes sir?" she whispered. "While you are on the phones, you will be making sixteen dollars an hours, Ms. Taylor will most likely be out for a month. Is that okay with you?" he asked her. "Yes sir," she whispered and put her headset on. ---- Scarlett smiled widely as she left the store. She hummed to herself as she drove home. Once home, she emptied Kisses' litter box and picked up the handset of her cordless phone. She hit speed dial. "Ubelhorn and Associates," the sweet voice said. "How may I direct your call?" "I love you," she said. "I love you too," Violet giggled. "Can I talk to Poppa?" she asked and waited. "This is Gustav," her father's voice came on the line. "Poppa, do you need me to come into work today?" she asked her father. "There is no need," he said. "It can wait until tomorrow." She happily hung up and wiggled out of her clothing. Nude, she walked through the apartment to the living room. She turned on her 42 inch plasma screen and selected 'Girls Without Boys' to watch. She loved pornography. IT was nasty, it was exciting, and there was no plot to try to understand. Just people doing naughty things with each other. Until last night, when she and Violet had made love, her pornography was her only sexual experience. She made sure to note everything that the girls did to each other, to try and decide what she would do with Violet tonight. Last night, it had been Violet who had licked her, Violet that had made her feel good all over. Tonight, she wanted to be the one to make Violet feel good all over. She lazily stroked her pussy lips, first along the outside, then tickled the slit, then she would plunge a finger inside of her self, and start the whole process over again. She kept herself on the verge of orgasm for nearly an hour. ---- Violet drove to her roach infested apartment. She selected an outfit for work tomorrow and packed it into a small overnight bag. The make up she used was already in her purse, and she had a toothbrush at Scarlett's apartment. She had a sudden brainstorm and took quick inventory of her pantry and refrigerator. Violet winced as the next-door neighbors' Salsa music began and she was so grateful that she would be at Scarlett's tonight; they generally didn't stop until two in the morning once they got started. She'd called the police on them once to complain and had all four of her tires slashed for that. "Next time you call the fucking police, bitch, it'll be your fucking face that gets slashed," the woman had threatened. Chapter 6 Violet happily drove to Scarlett's apartment and parked in the 'Visitors' spot. She unloaded the car and walked up to the second story of Scarlett's building. That old pervert tried hard to look up Violet's skirt and she blushed prettily, remembering that the was wearing thong panties underneath the skirt. She knocked on the door and saw the eyehole darken slightly. She smiled happily and the door opened. "What do you have there?" a nude Scarlett asked her as she entered the apartment. "Dinner," Violet answered and giggled at Scarlett. "Go put some clothes on, you." "Dinner?" Scarlett asked and then realized that she was hungry. She went into her bedroom and dug around in a drawer. She pulled on a large man's tee shirt and a pair of shorts. Violet quickly removed her red silk blouse and looked quickly at her reflection in the dresser mirror. "I really like this bra," she said. "I do too," Scarlett smiled. "You should, it's yours," Violet laughed. "Ew! Like I'm going to wear it now!" Scarlett teased her. Violet divested herself of it, and the rest of her clothing joined the blouse and bra on the edge of the bed. "And you tell me to put some clothes on?" Scarlett complained as a nude Violet walked out of the bedroom. "I'm going to put something on," Violet's voice floated back, along with her giggle. Scarlett gathered up the clothes and put them into her 'Dry Cleaners' bag along with her own discarded clothing. She put their shoes into her closet and then went to join Violet in the kitchen. She burst into merry laughter. Violet had indeed put something on; all she wore was the apron from this morning. It did not cover the outside of her breasts and came down to just below her pussy. Violet smiled while blushing prettily. "See, I told you I would put something on," she said and stuck her tongue out at Scarlett. "Do you need help,?" Scarlett asked. "From someone who didn't even know she had cinnamon?" Violet teased. "I think I'll be fine." "Well, what am I supposed to do?" Scarlett asked. "Uh, you're in school, uh, what about homework?" Violet said. "Fine," Scarlett groused and stuck her own tongue out at Violet. The two girls stood for a moment, each sticking their tongues out at each other. Then with a giggle and a quick kiss, Scarlett left the small kitchen. Chapter 7 Lori slept soundly; they'd injected her with something when she came in. She had felt drowsy almost immediately and had barely given a somewhat startled Mr. Ubelhorn a heartfelt hug of gratitude when they ushered her to her room. Deborah bustled into the room, pushing a cart with various instruments on it. "Rise and shine, sweetie," she said cheerfully and Lori groaned. Her head was pounding now. "That's from the combination of crystal meth, alcohol, and the Vitamin shot they gave you. It'll go away when you get some food in you," Deborah said cheerfully. At the thought of food, Lori retched heartily. Deborah didn't miss a beat, just passed the wall intercom button. "Yes?" a crackling voice said. "I need a mop and some clean sheets, please," Deborah said in her cheerful voice. "Yes ma'am," the crackling voice said. Lori sat in the middle of the mess and sobbed. "It'll be all right," Deborah soothed. "How do you know?" Lori said bitterly. "Because I've been clean and sober for fourteen years, sat right where you're sitting right now, and felt like you do right now," Deborah smiled. Lori looked at the woman. She didn't look like she'd ever felt like she did. Right now, the angel of Death could have walked into the room and Lori would have welcomed him. "Bet you wish you could die right now, don't you?" Deborah said. "Uh, yeah," Lori admitted. "This too shall pass," Deborah smiled. "Honey, it'll be all right, believe me. And in a few months, you won't even remember feeling like this." "What am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Lori sobbed. "What you're doing right now is fine," Deborah said. Another nurse brought in the clean sheets and mop. Deborah and the other nurse bustled about and cleaned up the bed, floor, and a shamefaced Lori Deborah put her hand under Lori's chin and pulled her head up. "There's no shame in being an alcoholic, you here? You're not a bad person trying to get good, you're a sick person trying to get well," Deborah said firmly. "Don't hang your head like that." Lori submitted to blood pressure, temperature and other tests. Deborah chattered the entire time; Lori didn't really have time to think, didn't have time to feel sorry for herself. ---- "Grandmother," Suzy called out to Quan Xi. "Yes?" Quan Xi cheerfully called back from the kitchen where she was cooking their supper. "When my Mommy gets better, is she going to come and live with you too?" Suzy asked. "Oh, I don't know if she want to do that!" Quan Xi laughed. "I'd make her work too hard!" "No you wouldn't," Jake said. "Are you five years old yet?" Quan Xi asked the small boy. "No, I'm four," he said. "I told you that before." "And I told you, when you're five, I put you to work. I bet your mother's at least five years old by now," Quan Xi said and smiled warmly at the boy. ---- The four year old boy and his three year old sister had been frightened to death when the tall man and this small woman came and got them from school. They sat quietly in their car seats as the two adults talked in a strange language. The woman, she said they were to call her 'Grandmother,' however, kept smiling at them, not a mean smile like that man that Mommy brought home once, the one that slapped Mommy and made her cry, but a happy smile. The only bad thing, so far, was Grandmother didn't have a television, and she made them both take a bath as soon as they came into her home. But whatever she was cooking smelled ten, maybe even a hundred times better than anything Mommy had ever cooked. Except maybe Chef Boyardi. "You want a lot?" Grandmother asked as they sat at the table and prepared to eat their dinner. "Yes," both Jake and Suzy agreed. She spooned out a very small amount onto each plate then looked at them. "What?" she asked. "You want more?" "Yes!" they both giggled. She spooned out a very small amount again and then looked at them. "What?" she asked. "You still want more?" "Yeah!" they both laughed out loud. "Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do with you two, you come here to eat me out of house and home," she said and gave them both a good sized portion. She fixed her own plate and they ate heartily. Chapter 8 Violet brought the dishes to the dining room table and Scarlett looked at her. "We're eating in the dining room?" she asked. "Yes, you have a beautiful table, let's use it," Violet said. Before she could dig in, though, Violet grabbed her hand. "Let's say 'Grace,'" she asked. "Oh, okay," Scarlett said, unsure of what 'Grace' was. "God is good, God is great, thank Him for the food on our plate," Violet recited and then said, "Amen!" ---- Lori sat, almost in a stupor, and shoveled the food into her mouth. They'd given her another shot; now she knew why she'd never become an IV user. She hated needles. The other patients chattered amongst themselves but left the 'new girl' alone. After they finished the meal, the forty or so patients lined up to wash their plates. Lori tried so hard to stand and wait her turn, but just couldn't manage without leaning up against the counter. The room was whirling around her and she wanted to just fall over. "Here," a short, balding man said. "Give me your plate, I'll take care of it." "Doug!" one of the other women barked out. "No enabling!" "She can barely stand up and you want her to wait?" he barked back. "I tell you what, you give her your space in the line." Lori burst into tears. Doug gently, but firmly, gripped her bone thin shoulder and guided her to a seat and took her plate and silverware from her. "Bring it up in Group," he snapped at the woman. "Oh, believe me, I will!" she promised. Lori sobbed for a few minutes until another patient put a cup of coffee in front of her. "Here honey, its Decaf, but it'll give you something to do," he said gently. She sipped the coffee and watched the patients finish their washing and raying of the dinner plates. Another patient touched her shoulder. "Come on sweetie, time for Group," she said. Lori shuffled after them and they entered a large room with a bunch of couches lining the wall. A swivel chair sat in the middle of the room and an older woman smiled at them from the chair. "Lori T.," she read from a file folder and smiled. "How are you feeling dear?" "I'm fine," Lori said when she realized the woman was speaking to her. "No you're not," the woman smiled. "I want to know how you're really feeling." "I'm scared," Lori admitted after a moment of thought. "Understandable," the woman said. "I mean, I don't know what's going on, I can't think, I feel like crap," Lori said and began to sob again. A male patient got to his feet to approach Lori, but the woman motioned him back to his seat. "Anyone else here ever feel like that?" the woman asked, and the discussion was under way. "You did great tonight," the woman said to Lori as they prepared to leave Group. "What?" Lori asked in shock. "All I did was cry!" "Lori, I'll bet it's the first time in a long time you've had any real feelings, not drug induced feelings," the woman said. "If you need to cry, well then, damn it, cry!" ---- Scarlett held Violet tightly and kissed her pink lips hungrily. Violet hunched her pussy up to meet Scarlett's pussy and they ground their mounds together. "Uh," Violet grimaced in orgasm. She sighed in disappointment as Scarlett broke the pussy-to-pussy contact She sighed again in happiness as Scarlett began to suck her sensitive nipples and gasped in mild orgasm as Scarlett bit down gently on her right nipple. Scarlett was not as gentle with the left nipple and Violet felt her pussy builds up to the verge of another orgasm. She cradled Scarlett's head to her breasts as the other girl nibbled and sucked at the excited flesh. Scarlett drifted lazily down to Violet's soft belly and nibbled and kissed that flesh as well. Violet giggled happily when Scarlett licked her belly button. "I love you," she whispered to Scarlett. "Uh!" She gasped and opened her eyes wide in wonder. Scarlett had pried her pussy lips apart and was licking hungrily at Violet's pussy walls and searching for Violet's G-Spot with her middle finger. "Ah!" Violet screamed aloud as a powerful orgasm pulsed through her from her toes to the top of her head. Scarlett backed off slightly, then repeated the finger stroking and clitoris sucking. "Ah!" Violet screamed out again. Scarlett backed off again, then again drove finger and tongue home. "Ah!" Violet howled and lost consciousness. She came to with Scarlett's raining kisses along her face and neck, fingers twisting her nipples. Chapter 9 Quan Xi watched from the doorway as Suzy and Jake said their prayers. She nodded in satisfaction as they clambered into the bed and lay down to go to sleep. "Grandmother?" Suzy called out. "Yes, Suzy?" Quan Xi asked. "I miss my mommy," she said sadly. "I know you do, sweetheart," Quan Xi said. "And I know she miss you very much, but she needs to get all better. Then she can come home and be the best mommy you ever had." Quan Xi went to her bedroom and called her son and told him how the day with the children went. Gustav thanked his mother profusely for her help, which she pooh-poohed and hung up on him. ---- "Violet I love you," Scarlett said and jammed her tongue into Violet's mouth. They kissed like this for several moments until they were both breathless. Violet looked at the clock on Scarlett's bedside table. ""Damn," she groaned. "I need to go shower." "Here, I'll come with you," Scarlett suggested. They made love in the shower and the water was running cold before Violet realized that she hadn't used soap, or shampoo. "Bad idea," she said and shooed Scarlett out of the shower. She showered as rapidly as she could in the cold spray. She got out and toweled herself dry. ---- "I have a surprise for you," Scarlett said happily. "What?" Violet asked and slid under the covers to join her lover. "This," Scarlett pulled the new cellular phone out from under the covers. "This way, you and I can keep in touch all the time. See? It's even got a little keyboard for texting each other and I programmed it with my number, and programmed my phone too. All you have to do is hit '1' and watch..." She pressed down on the number 1 key and in a moment her phone rang from the living room. She handed the phone to Violet and said "I'll get it!" and ran down the hall to the living room. The phone stopped ringing and Violet heard Scarlett's voice from the cell phone in her hand. "Hello?" Scarlett asked. "Um, hello?" Violet said. "Violet! Hi!" Scarlett said. "I was just thinking about you!" "Get in here and quit being silly!" Violet laughed. "Where are you?" Scarlett asked. "I'm in the bedroom, where do you think?" Violet giggled. Yum yum, I'll be right there," Scarlett said and hung up. "Thank you," Violet said and kissed Scarlett softly. She turned off her bedside lamp and knelt down on her side of the bed for her prayers. Scarlett looked at her for a moment, then decided to do the same. ---- Lori knelt by the side of the bed, tears streaming down her face. "God, I know I only talk with you when I'm in trouble," she began. "I think I'm in real trouble now and don't know what to do. Please help me." ---- Scarlett rolled over and felt the pillow next to her. It was empty and cool to the touch. There were strange and wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. She groggily got out of bed and staggered to the kitchen. Violet, dressed in only her apron, flipped the last of the pancakes onto the plate and liberally doused it with hot maple syrup and butter. She poured two mugs of coffee and put those on her tray. She checked everything to make sure they were turned off, then removed her apron and hung it on the doorknob of the pantry. Scarlet quietly entered the kitchen and lightly kissed Violet's pale lips. "Go to bed, I will serve you," she said and picked up the tray. Chapter 10 Melanie Richards stared at the slant eyed dark skinned bitch that was demanding to see her curriculum. "The sign out front says that this is a Day-Care and Educational Facility," Quan Xi calmly said. "Well, I want to see what kind of education Suzy and Jake are receiving." "They receive, they get," Melanie sputtered. In her ten years of doing this, Quan Xi was the first person to ever ask such a question. Melanie had never seen this woman before yesterday, and she'd be damned if she was going to be bullied by this short slant eyed black woman. Take a look around, there were no other slant eyed or dark skinned brats in her building. "If you cannot provide me with their educational plan, I will be happy to withdraw them from your school," Quan Xi said forcefully. "I wish you would," Melanie snapped. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 02 She had a real dislike of ethnic groups, wasn't real sure what ethnic group Quan Xi belonged to, but was real sure she didn't like whatever group it was. ---- "But what will we do?" Jake whined. "We will learn new things, it will be fun," Quan Xi assured him. She stopped off at an Arts and Crafts store and bought supplies. ---- "Mother, what are you doing?" Gustav asked, trying his best to look exasperated. "Teaching them," she said simply. The entire living room floor was covered in paper and Suzy and Jake were crawling around, painting their numbers and their alphabet. ---- "Don't pay my...Scarlett, are you out of your mind?" Violet asked as Scarlett drove them to Ubelhorn & Associates. "I'm serious, don't pay your rent," Scarlett repeated. "But, then, what? Where am I supposed to live?" Violet sputtered. "With me, silly," Scarlett replied. "With you?" Violet asked. "Do you love me?" Scarlett asked. "Well, of course I do," Violet, said. She was really having a hard time comprehending the idea of not paying her rent, of just moving out without giving them any notice, of being 'bad' in any way at all. "And I love you," Scarlett said. "And I love having you with me, and love being with you, and want you there with me all the time, so what's the problem?" "What are you going to tell your father?" Violet whispered. "That you're my best friend, and you were living on Grant, down by the airport, and I didn't want you living down on Grant by the airport," Scarlett said. "It's the truth, isn't it?" The more she thought about it, Violet liked the idea of 'sticking it to the landlord' of the crappy little place she'd been living in for the last two years. Instead of fixing anything, they just raised the rent on her. Instead of evicting loud and inconsiderate tenants, they just looked the other way. "Fuck them," she said and both she and Scarlett giggled at her vulgarity. ---- "Feeling better today?" Doug asked Lori and she smiled at the short balding man. "Yes, thank you," she said and stood in line with the others to wash her breakfast plate. "You sure are looking good," one of the men said. His meaning was evident and most of the other patients glared at him. "We're here for recovery, not pussy," Doug said. "Then it must be so easy for you," another man laughed. "I swear, that's the last time I tell any of you ass holes I'm gay," he sputtered in rage. Chapter 11 Gustav Ubelhorn smiled warmly at Violet who shyly returned his smile. He walked through to his office and began his work in earnest. ---- Quan Xi fixed their lunch and both Suzy and Jake ate heartily. She had them count out how many spoonfuls of food she gave each of them and as they ate, asked them about the colors they painted with. Then they had their naps. Quan Xi needed a nap by this time. ---- "That's the last of it?" Scarlett said as Violet put the largest box behind the seat of her car. "Yep," Violet said and smiled. Both she and Scarlett took one last look around the apartment, satisfied that anything of any value, real or sentimental, was packed and ready to go. "Then, let's go home," Scarlett said and, hand in hand, they left the apartment. Chapter 12 Suzy and Jake were bouncing up and down in excitement as Mr. Gus drove them and Grandmother to the 'hospital' to see Mommy. It had been a whole five days since they'd seen her and they were going to tell her all about learning at Grandmother's house and everything. ---- "What do I say to them?" Lori asked Deborah. "How about 'hello, I miss you so much, I'm looking forward to coming home when I'm better?'" Deborah gently suggested. "But I've been a horrible mother!" Lori protested. "Yeah, but kids don't know that," Deborah said. "At least, mine didn't." She sat and listened to them go on and on about Grandmother and how much they'd been learning and doing at her house. Finally, her counselor waved her and Gustav Ubelhorn into a small side room and Grandmother took Suzy and Jake outside to play on the swing sets. "I don't know how to thank you and Mrs. Ubelhorn," Lori sniffed and wiped tears away. "I do," he smiled tightly. "Well?" the counselor asked. "Get sober, stay sober, and earn the money I pay you," he said. "Yes sir," Lori said and hung her head in shame. He reached out and picked her head up. Her green eyes looked worriedly into his dark eyes. "Just do the best you can, that's all I ask," he said softly. "Mr. Ubelhorn, Lori does need to hear from you what kind of employee she was, how being a drunk and a junkie may have jeopardized your business," the counselor was intoning. "Lori, you did inconvenience us when you called in sick, and weren't really sick," he said. "But you know what? I think you hurt yourself a lot more than you could have ever hurt any of us." "What do you mean?" the counselor asked. "There is a wonderful little boy and wonderful little girl that might have escaped your notice, might have been an inconvenience or a burden to you, but in actually, they are just little angels," he told her. "My mother is in heaven right now, being a grandmother to them." ---- Lori sobbed all through Group that night as she talked about her boss, the man that she'd been terrified of, and the man that had sat in the counselor's office that morning. ---- The landlord wasn't at all surprised that that cute little blonde had skipped out on him; he figured she'd finally found a good man to take care of her. Chapter 13 "Don't do that," Violet complained as Scarlett used both of her hands to pry Violet's ass cheeks apart. "What am I supposed to do, looking at that beautiful butt of yours sticking out of that apron?" Scarlett laughed and ran her tongue up and down the sweaty crack. "Scarlett, I'm trying to cook," Violet whined and braced herself against the countertop. Scarlett jammed her tongue into Violet's rectum as far as she could. Violet rubbed her pussy against the hard cabinet as Scarlett dug in deeper and deeper. "Damn it," Violet shuddered in orgasm as Scarlett dug two fingers into her drooling pussy. "Breakfast ready yet?" Scarlett teased and stood up. She playfully nipped at Violet's ear lobe. "You're lucky if it's not burned by now," Violet complained and bustled about, checking all the pans on the stove. She hurried to scrape the omelet out of the pan onto the dish and then opened the oven and grabbed the oven mitt quickly. She got the biscuits onto the hot pad . She made very quick work of buttering the biscuits and then lavished honey onto them. She frowned at Scarlett when Scarlett put her arm around Violet's waist. She bumped Scarlett with her hip. "Go away, don't touch me," she miffed. "Aw, don't be mad at me," Scarlett teased and bit Violet's ear lobe again. "Too late, I am," Violet miffed again and again nudged Scarlett with her hip. "What can I do to make it up to you?" Scarlett asked, smiling widely. "I don't know if that's possible," Violet answered. "Nothing? Nothing at all?" Scarlett teased. "Well, what time are we due at your grandmother's?" Violet asked and picked up the bottle of honey. "Eleven thirty," Scarlett answered. "And it's eight o'clock now," Violet mused. "Ever had honey licked off of your nipples?" "No," Scarlett smiled. "How about out of your belly button?" Violet went on. "Nope, not there either," Scarlett giggled and began to pull her nightgown off. "Oh, then I'll bet you've never had it licked out of your pussy," Violet whispered seductively and undid the tie of her apron. "Can't say that I have," Scarlett laughed. "Damned shame you're going to have it done today either," Violet snapped and slapped the breakfast dishes on the tray. "Get in the bedroom, we have to eat this before it gets cold," She huffed. "You're no fun," Scarlett fumed and stomped her way to the bedroom. ---- Quan Xi checked the turkey again; even though it had been only five minutes since the last time she'd checked it. ---- Lori stood in the lobby and waited. She was so nervous; this was her first all day pass from the treatment center. Next week would be her 'Graduation' ceremony, and Deborah and her counselor were getting on her case to have Mr. Ubelhorn in attendance. She knew that he would be far too busy for such silliness. She wanted to smile and wanted to run when she saw his Mercedes-Benz pull up to the 'Visitors' parking spot and he got out of the car. Chapter 14 "Ready?" he asked and she mutely nodded her head. "Ouch!" she gasped as the cold November wind cut through the sweatshirt she was wearing. "Would you like to stop by your apartment and pick up your winter coat?" he offered and she shook her head no. "It is cold, and it will be colder still next week," he reminded her. "Okay," she finally agreed. He took the next exit off of I-85 and drove her to her apartment building. She wrapped her self in his heavy coat and had to laugh out loud; it reached the ground on her. She was so thin it could have easily wrapped around her twice. Lori opened the door to her apartment. The filth inside was overwhelming and she stood in shock. She had lived like this? And let her children live like this? She ran to her bedroom and grabbed her heavy winter coat. She shrugged into on and ran out of the bedroom, almost running into Mr. Ubelhorn. He looked around the squalor and the disgust on his face was evident. "Thank God you will never have to live like this again," he commented and nodded his thanks when she handed him his coat. ---- "If you want, I can have our maid service go and clean it up for you before you graduate from the treatment center," he offered as they sat in his warm car and drove to his mother's home. "I don't ever want to live there again," she said and broke into tears. "I can't believe I lived like that. And poor Suzy! And Jake! How could I do that to them?" "Here, dry your eyes, my mother will believe I've been mean to you," he said and offered his handkerchief to her. "I'll tell her the truth," she offered and dried her eyes. She tried to give the handkerchief to him and he shook his head no. "Blow your nose," he told her and then shut the engine off. She did and they got out of the car into another blast of cold air. They ran inside the warm home. "Mommy!" Suzy screamed and hurled herself at Lori. Jake came running out of the kitchen as fast as his short legs would carry him and too hurled himself at his mother. Scarlett and Violet smiled warmly and nodded in greeting to Lori. ---- Violet and Scarlett made small talk with Lori; Gustav had told Lori earlier that he had not given them any information about where she'd been for the last 21 days. If she wanted, she could tell them she was on extended vacation, or she could tell them anything, it was her choice. "And Violet's been covering the phones while you've been away," Scarlett told her proudly. "I'll bet you've been doing great," she smiled to the shy girl. She did not miss the obvious touches and looks that Scarlett and Violet shared. She wondered if Gustav knew that his daughter was a lesbian. "Yes, but truth be told, I prefer the anonymity of Data Entry. Back there, no one knows who you are, and no one calls you yelling about stuff," Violet said. "I'll be happy to transfer all complaints to you," Lori teased. "Better not!" Violet said. Chapter 15 "And you get a drumstick," Quan Xi said and put the second one on Suzy's plate. "Wait a minute," Gustav teased. "Why do Jake and Suzy get the drumsticks? I want a drumstick." :Because they are our guests," Quan Xi chided him. "But I want a drumstick," Gustav thundered. "Here Mr. Gus," Suzy said and ran around the table to hand Gustav her drumstick. "You can have mine." "No, I can't take your drumstick," he smiled and picked her up. "But I will take a bite of your arm!" He gnawed at her arm and she squealed and laughed as he made smacking sounds. "Put her down," Quan Xi ordered. "You big bully!" "Mr. Gus?" Lori asked him and smiled. "Mr. Ubelhorn is too hard for her to pronounce," he smiled and shrugged. ---- She stood in the doorway and watched as Suzy and Jake took their naps. She felt Quan Xi come beside her. The shorter woman smiled up at Lori. "Little angels," she smiled left Lori to look at her children. ---- Lori cried for a few minutes as they drove away from Quan Xi's house. Suzy and Jake had both thrown terrible tantrums when they found out that Mommy was leaving again. Busted drove in silence until she stopped crying. "I have a five bedroom house, in Tucker," he told her. One bedroom is my office, one is my exercise room, and one is Scarlett's old bedroom." "Must be lovely," she said, not really listening to him. "It is large and empty," he said. "I've often thought of selling it, but then I walk in Scarlett's room, and I see my little girl sitting in her bed, playing with her dolls and I cannot bear the thought of leaving it." "Aw!" she commiserated. "You do not want to go back to your apartment," he went on. "And I do not want Suzy and Jake to go back to that apartment either. It is not healthy for them. "I know, but what can I do?" she sniffled. "I mean, I suppose now that I'm not drinking I'll be able to find a better place but that will take a little while." "What I am trying to tell you," he said a little more forcefully, so that she would listen, "I love Suzy and Jake and want Suzy to be in my little girl's room. I'll combine my office and exercise room and Jake can have his own 'little boy's room' and you will have the guest room upstairs." She sat in stunned silence and looked at him. He grew nervous at her silence. "At least promise me you'll think about it," he asked. They drove in silence until he pulled into the parking lot of the treatment center. She gripped his hand tightly. "I really don't have to thick about it," she said. "Please?" he begged, which is not something Gustav Ubelhorn, Jr. had to do very often. "We'll be more than happy to move in with you," she went on and smiled at him. She pressed her thin lips to his full ones for a kiss of gratitude. Someone on the staff observed this and it was brought up in Group that evening. Chapter 16 Violet woke up from her nap and tried to stretch. Suddenly her eyes flew open in shock, but she couldn't see anything. She was bound, hand and foot, to the four corners of Scarlett's canopy bed. "Hey!" she cried out. "Shh!" Scarlet shushed her in the darkness. "You'll wake up the neighbors." "Untie me," Violet hissed at her lover. "Nope, you were mean to me this morning," Scarlett said. "What?" Violet exclaimed. "You deserved it! I could have burned breakfast!" "'Ever had honey licked off your nipples?'" Scarlett mimicked Violet's voice. "Untie me," Violet demanded. "Now." "You know that was really mean," Scarlett went on and Violet felt something warm ands sticky dribble onto her nipples. "No, Scarlett, please don't," Violet, begged. She felt her lover's hot mouth descend on her left nipple then felt her tongue, slow and deliberate, lap at the swollen bud. Scarlett was infuriatingly slow and languid as she licked the honey from her lover's nipples. "You are driving me crazy," Violet hissed and struggled against the bonds. Scarlett stopped licking the left nipple and Violet strained to push the nipple back into her lover's mouth. "Uh!" she grunted in torment. "Love me?" Scarlett teased. "With all my heart," Violet admitted. "Now, please untie me." In answer Scarlett began to torture the right nipple in the same slow manner she'd punished the left nipple. "The ropes are hurting me," Violet lied. "They shouldn't," Scarlett mused. "They're the softest ropes they sell at Home Depot. Maybe if you quit struggling?" "'How about out of your belly button?'" Scarlett again mimicked her lover's voice. "No!" Violet shrieked. "Scarlett, you know I'm ticklish!" "Oh, that's right!" Scarlett teased. "Aw, poor baby!" "Please, Scarlett," Violet begged. She felt the warm stickiness drizzle into her small belly button. For long moments she waited in tense agony before Scarlett's hot breath blew across her belly. "'I'll bet you never had it licked out of your pussy before,'" Scarlett said after she'd finished cleaning Violet's belly of the honey. "Oh, God!" Violet shrieked as she orgasmed. Scarlett had made sure to dribble the sticky syrup directly onto Violet's throbbing clitoris. Violet may have protested and struggled, but her pussy had been dripping wet from the moment she woke up and realized she was powerless. Violet thrashed through a mind numbing series of orgasms as Scarlett slowly cleaned her pussy of the honey. ---- When she came to, she had been untied and the blindfold removed. Scarlett was holding her tightly and raining tiny kisses all over her face. "I will get you back for that," Violet promised. "Can't wait," Scarlett teased. Chapter 17 "Mr. Ubelhorn?" Lori asked, terrified that she may have interrupted him at something important. "Ja?" he barked , not recognizing the voice that had called him at home. "Um, Mr. Ubelhorn, this is Lori," she winced, waiting for him to hang up on her. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned. "No, nothing's wrong, Mr. Ubelhorn, it's just that I'm graduating from this place on Thursday and I was wondering..." she said. "Yes, my mother and I are bringing Suzy and Jake," he said. "You are still graduating, right?" "Yes!" she laughed, relieved that he was planning on being there. "That's why I was calling you, to see if you would be there, 'cause I really want you to be there. I mean, of course I want Suzy and Jake there and Mrs. Ubelhorn, but it's kind of..." She was losing her nerve. She didn't know quite how to tell him how important that it was to her that he is there, that he approves of her. Suddenly she really wanted his approval, that he be proud of her. "Yes, it is at one o'clock, right?" he asked. "Mr. Ubelhorn?" she quietly asked. "Yes?" he asked, a little bewildered at her strange behavior. "Thank you," she said and hung up before he could answer. "There, was that so hard?" the counselor asked. "Yes!" Lori said. "I was so sure he would just hang up on me!" "But he didn't," the counselor needlessly pointed out. ---- "Last day on the phones," Scarlett reminded Violet as Violet dressed for work. "Yeah," Violet sighed in relief. "I mean, it was fun, and I did enjoy not having to smell Lynne Ann every single day, God she stinks so much! A walking ashtray! But I do miss not having to talk all the time, you know?" "Really?" Scarlett teased. "Gee, I can't get you to shut up around here." "Oh? YOU want me to shut up, do you?" Violet huffed. "Well, maybe I will." "Well, I'm off to school," Scarlett said and kissed Violet on her lips. Violet waved good-bye. Scarlett looked at her, a little confused. Violet smiled slightly and tramped to the kitchen where she retrieved her lunch for the day. "Aren't you going to say 'Good bye?'" Scarlett asked. "Or, 'Have a good day?'" Violet waved good-bye again. "I love you," Scarlett said and the two left the apartment. Violet climbed into her car, and blew Scarlett a kiss. Scarlett shook her head in amusement, having figured out the Violet 'wasn't talking to her.' ---- Later that day when Scarlett was in her Economics class, her cell phone vibrated. She flipped it open and saw that there was a Text Message from Violet. "143." She smiled widely. "143" was their code for "I Love You," because I has 1 letter, Love has 4 letters, and you has 3 letters. She rapidly typed "1433" and 'Send.' "1433" was their code for "I Love You Too." Scarlett & Violet Pt. 02 ---- Violet smiled and ate her lunch. She might not be talking to Scarlett, but texting wasn't talking. Gustav walked into the lunchroom and smiled widely at Violet. That was one thing she'd noticed; Gustav smiled a lot more lately. "Last day on the phones, yes?" he said. "Yes, but I'll always be available if Lori needs me," Violet smiled. "Good, good, that's what I like to hear," he said and got himself a diet soda from the machine. ---- "Still not talking to me, huh?" Scarlett teased at dinnertime. Violet smiled and shook her head no. Scarlett kissed Violet's neck and said "Okay, have it your way. But I bet I can make you talk." Violet shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat her salad. Scarlett smiled and got up from the table. She walked into the kitchen and retrieved something from the pantry. She hid it behind her back until she sat back down at the table. She put the bottle of honey on the table and picked up her salad fork. They ate in silence for a moment. Violet finally burst out laughing. "Okay, I'll talk," she giggled. "What are you going to do with that honey?" "Huh? What? Are you talking to me?" Scarlett asked, looking around in mock surprise. "Yes, you," Violet smiled. "I'm talking to you. Now, what are you going to do with that honey?" "I don't know," Scarlett shrugged. "What would you like me to do with it?" "You know, THAT," Violet said and blushed prettily. Chapter 17 Lori kissed Suzy and mother and daughter knelt by the side of Suzy's new bed in her new bedroom. They said their prayers in silence then Suzy announced loudly "Amen!" "Amen!" Lori agreed and kissed her daughter again. She made sure that the nightlight was on and turned off the overhead light. She walked down the hall to Jake's room. He put his soldiers back into their box and smiled happily at his mom. She kissed him and they knelt beside his new bed and silently said their prayers. "Mom?" Jake asked as he clambered up into the bed. "Yes, sweet heart?" Lori asked. "Mr. Gus likes you, doesn't he?" Jake asked. "Well, yes he does," she said and smiled. "I work for him." "No, not like that," Jake said. "I mean, like kissing and stuff." "You mean like boyfriend and girlfriend? Oh, no, no, I don't think he likes me like that," Lori said and laughed. "Oh, okay," Jake said and rolled over on his side. Lori turned off the overhead light and slowly walked upstairs. She paused outside of her own bedroom door. There was a light visible under Mr. Ubelhorn's door. She stood there for a long moment and wondered at her son's question. The man had taken her, a drunkard and a slut, and her two illegitimate children into his large and well-furnished and expensive home. He'd not even discussed rent or other payments. His mother insisted that the children call her 'Grandmother' and she would be caring for Jake and Suzy while Lori went to work. She turned on the light to her bedroom and entered. Mr. Ubelhorn had told her that this was some old furniture that he'd had in storage; but it all looked brand new. That mattress had never been slept on before, of that she was sure. She quietly closed the door to the bedroom and shrugged out of her blouse. Her breasts screamed for release and she undid the clasp of her bra and sighed in relief. She hated wearing bras, but her new sponsor told her "You want people to treat you like a sober woman, then dress like a sober woman, talk like a sober woman, and act like a sober woman." She struggled out of her jeans and slid her panties off with them. She grabbed her silk robe, the same one that she'd worn the last day of her drinking, and slipped it on. She smelled it again and smiled softly. He'd taken it to the dry cleaners and had it cleaned, and the rips and tears mended. Maybe he did like her. She thought there was a pretty good chance she liked him. The End of Scarlett and Violet 02. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 03 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Lori sat at the rotunda in the lobby of the eleventh floor and smiled as Violet Smith got off the elevator. The pretty blonde smiled back at the red headed, freckled receptionist. "Merry Christmas," Lori said in greeting. "Merry Christmas," Violet said in reply. She had to admit, Lori looked cute in her very short 'Elf' costume, red and white stocking cap on her head, held in place by the telephone head set. Ever since Thanksgiving, she'd come to change her opinion of the bone thin red head that sat in the lobby of Ubelhorn and Associates. She used to think that Lori Taylor was brash and trashy, but now she saw that under that brassy exterior was a frightened and insecure little girl. For her part, Lori knew that Violet Smith, the shy, quiet twenty year old blonde and Gustav Ubelhorn's nineteen year old daughter, Scarlett, were lovers, but if Gustav wanted to believe that the two were just good friends, the twenty three year old receptionist wasn't going to be the one to break the news to him. "You look cute in that outfit," Violet said as she walked past the rotunda. "Thanks," Lori giggled. "I actually hate Christmas, well, except for Jake and Suzy, you know, but what the hell, huh?" "Hate Christmas?" Violet asked and stopped to look at the skinny girl. "Yeah, I never know what to get anyone, I always screw it up and get them the 'Gee, thanks, you shouldn't have,' type of gifts, you know?" Lori admitted. "Yeah, I know!" Violet agreed. "I mean, I have no idea what to get for Scarlett, or Mr. Ubelhorn, or even my 'Secret Santa.'" She stepped closer to the rotunda and whispered, "I drew Lynne Ann! What do you get for a woman that hates everybody and everything?" "Don't get her a gun, that's for sure!" Lori laughed and Violet smiled as well. "Ubelhorn and Associates, how may I direct your call?" Lori said into her mouthpiece and waved her 'good-bye' to Violet. Violet entered the main office and walked to her cubicle. Lynne Ann was already seated at the next cubicle, and Violet felt slightly Nauseous as she could smell the lingering odor of the three pack a day cigarette habit that Lynne Ann had. The four foot eight inch tall, two hundred and twenty pound woman, with her crew cut hairstyle, glowered at the computer screen and muttered obscenities under her breath. Violet sighed and turned her own computer on, then sat to wait for the computer to warm up so that she could clock in and get started on the data entry. She clocked in, then checked the inter-office e-mails. She frowned, Amber Goldman had sent her a new batch of jokes. The five foot three inch tall blonde had gone to school with Amber Goldman; had many of the same classes, and had graduated together. But they'd never been friends with each other. However last month, when Lori had been out of the office for a month on some extended leave of absence, Violet had replaced her at the rotunda and Gustavv Ubelhorn had hired Amber to fill in at the Data Entry Department. She'd proved to be adequate at her job, so when Lori returned, Gustav had kept Amber on. Now, Amber thought that she and Violet were the best of buddies and sent her an endless stream of filthy jokes. Most of them dealt with homosexuality; Violet didn't read them, just deleted them. Chapter 2 Amber flicked her long dirty blonde hair behind her ear and rapidly typed in the employee hours for the automotive repair shop. Ubelhorn and Associates was a payroll management company and Vince's was one of their clients. The five foot seven inch girl made quick work of the small batch, then looked around to make sure no one was watching her. She logged on to the Internet and went to her favorite web site to see if there were any new jokes. "Q: What do lesbians do during their time of the month? A: Finger-paint!" She rapidly typed Violet e-mail and waited for a reply. "Stuck up bitch," she muttered when there was no reply. Just because Violet had big tits and a nice ass, and that light blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, and was friends with the boss's daughter, she thought she was such hot shit. ---- Violet would have been shocked at that thought; she was terminally shy. She and Scarlett had become friends this past Halloween simply because, unbeknownst to each other, Scarlett had donned a sexy devil costume, and Violet had steeled her nerves and worn a sexy little angel costume. The two shy girls shared a good laugh at each other's costume, had eaten lunch together, and started a friendship. That Halloween night, their new friendship spilled over into Scarlett's bedroom and Violet moved her stuff in two days later. ---- Scarlett Ubelhorn pushed her long black hair out of her eyes and rapidly scribbled the answers to the Statistics exam. Her dark, almond shaped eyes squinted as she tried to make sense out of the damned question; Professor Hudson was notorious for putting 'trick' questions in his exams. She looked up and saw Eric Greene looking at her, and quickly looked back down at the paper. She felt so guilty, even though she'd not done anything. She'd noticed Eric at the gym when she went in to lift weights and had to admit, he was sexy. He had long blonde hair, a strong square face, bulging muscles, and an obvious lump in his shorts. But she was in love with Violet, was in a committed relationship with Violet Smith, and certainly wasn't looking for a man. Yet, she felt something tingle when she looked at the tall twenty two year old. She finally finished and brought her papers up to Professor Hudson. The scrawny old man, with his ill-fitting suit and slight paunch, did not try to disguise his blatant admiration of the attractive nineteen-year-old girl. His assistant was a little less obvious in his admiration of Scarlett, but she did not make eye contact with either one of the two men. Her peanut butter colored skin, long black hair, and almond eyes were thanks to her paternal grandmother; Quan Xi, the product of a South Korean prostitute and an African American soldier. Her thirty-six breasts and thirty-seven inch hips were courtesy of her maternal grandmother; a woman she had not seen since infancy. Her washboard abdomen and twenty-nine inch waist was due to three nights a week at the university's weights and exercise facility. It wasn't thanks to Grandma Schenkoff; her own waist was a portly forty-eight inches. It certainly wasn't thanks to Violet's constant cooking that was for sure. Violet had a soft middle; she tried to keep their lunches and dinners as low-carbohydrate and low-calorie as possible. But she loved cooking, and she really loved cooking for Scarlett. When she'd moved in, Scarlett was living off of frozen dinners. Violet also hated exercise of any sort, which was why her thirty-six D breasts were now pushing into size thirty-eight Double D breasts and her hips were swelling past their former thirty-six inches to nearly forty inches. Scarlett's twenty-nine inch jeans, once a struggle for Violet to snap shut, now didn't even zip up when Violet tried them on. If Scarlett noticed that her lover was getting fat, she didn't say anything. The way she held Violet's round face in her hands, the way she looked into the pale blue eyes, the way she sucked kisses from Violet's pouting lips didn't say 'I think you're fat and disgusting.' The way she gripped Violet's heavy breasts and hotly tongued Violet's pale, sensitive nipples, the way she nipped Violet's soft and ticklish belly, the way she spread Violet's plump thighs and delved her tongue into Violet's drooling pussy and willing anus didn't say, 'You're a pig.' But Violet thought she was getting fat. Her skirts hid her plump thighs from view, but there wasn't much that was going to hide the straining snaps of her skirts, there wasn't much that was going to hide the strain of her blouses' buttons. She'd had to stifle a scream last night when she'd bravely gotten on the bathroom scale, and saw the digital readout display 177. One hundred and seventy seven pounds. She had never weighed more than one hundred and thirty two pounds in her whole life. She looked over at the short, stout Lynne Ann and her eyes opened wide in recognition. If she didn't do something and soon, she'd look just like the sallow faced, foul tempered older woman that she disliked so intensely. Chapter 3 Amber resumed her work on the next batch of payroll, and then logged out to go on a 'coffee break,' really just a chance to dash into the bathroom and masturbate. She had broken up with her boyfriend last week, she was tired of being the one to work her ass off all day, while he said he was looking for work, but was really just sitting around the roach infested apartment, smoking weed and eating everything in sight. The final straw had been when she came home for lunch, a rare occurrence, and found him spending the rent money on 'some really killer fucking weed.' But that left her with no sex, so she had to resort to satisfying herself. She strode into the restroom and saw Violet posing in front of the mirror, hefting her large breasts and admiring herself in the mirror. She didn't mean to slam the door the stall so loudly, but it infuriated her. Amber had found Victor's stash of pornographic magazines last night. Without exception, they were all of large breasted women. She knew, with her thirty-two inch a cup breasts, she was not well endowed in the chest department, but thought that her twenty-eight inch waist and thirty inch hips and small but shapely rear end outweighed that one negativity. She had a pretty face with warm brown eyes and warm smile. She was cursed with a slightly large nose, what her mother referred to as 'classic.' "Classic fucking Jew nose," Amber said bitterly. She'd thought of saving up the money for a nose job, or a boob job, but saving money wasn't easy when you were supporting yourself and a perpetually stoned boyfriend. Even after kicking him out, she still looked in the mirror, and instead of seeing the beauty, saw the negative features, believed they detracted from her beauty. ---- "Fucking tit monster," Amber groused to herself, any thought of masturbating gone now. Violet was not admiring her large breasts, she was cursing them. She was cursing her paunch, her plump hips and pudgy thighs. She'd seen the svelte Amber come in and jumped slightly when Amber slammed the door of the stall, obviously disgusted at Violet's flabby appearance. She blinked back the tears that were just under the surface and left the bathroom. Gustav Ubelhorn smiled as his daughter's best friend, Violet, walked toward him. "Good morning," he greeted her and she forced herself to smile in return. "May I ask you something?" he asked and Violet's stomach lurched. She was terrified of the large man, with his dark looks and harsh Germanic accent. Even though she had learned that he only sounded harsh; he was in secret nothing but a large teddy bear, she was afraid of what he would do if he found out that she and his daughter were not just friends, but were lovers. "What do you think Lori would like for Christmas?" he whispered to her. "Um, how much you looking to spend?" Violet whispered back. "A couple of hundred, I guess," he shrugged. "She likes jewelry," Violet observed. "Maybe some earrings, or a bracelet?" "Excellent!" Gustav laughed. "Thank you, Ms. Smith!" Chapter 4 "Mrs. Ubelhorn?" Lori whispered into the mouthpiece, looking around the lobby to make sure Gustav wasn't around. "Yes?" Quan Xi asked. "Hi, this is Lori," the receptionist said. "Oh, Lori, I tell you a hundred times, you call me 'Grandmother,'" Quan Xi chided Lori. "Yes, Grandmother," Lori laughed. In the background, she could hear her two children, Suzy, three years old, and Jake, four years old. They were singing Christmas Carols along with Grandmother's stereo. With a shock, she realized her children were singing in German, Gustav's native language and Quean It's second language. "Yes?" Quan Xi asked, a little puzzled at the silence on the other end. "Um, Grandmother, what do you think I should get for Gustav for Christmas?" Lori asked in a low voice. Quan Xi burst into merry laughter. "What more he need?" she laughed. "You give him two wonderful children, you make him smile, he not lonely old man any more." Lori smiled briefly, then furrowed her brow in determination. "Grandmother, I am serious," she said. "He's given me so much and I'd like to get him something nice, something that says 'Thank you.'" ---- The day after Halloween, Lori had called in sick. The truth was that she was severely hung over and a little strung out. She'd been dressed in a latex cat suit, gone to a bar and picked up some guy. They'd done a couple of lines of cocaine or crystal meth, she wasn't really sure, drank a little vodka, then the rest of the night was a hazy blur. When she'd staggered home at 2:15 that morning, she'd unsnapped the crotch of the costume, only to have a massive amount of semen dribble out of her sore and abused pussy. Thankfully, she wasn't pregnant; she already had two illegitimate children. Gustav Ubelhorn had shown up at her apartment and given her two choices; either goes to treatment for alcoholism, or fined another job. When she told him she didn't know who the fathers of her two children were and had no one that could care for them while she was in treatment, he'd called his mother. Quan Xi leapt at the chance and insisted from that moment on that she be called 'Grandmother,' which Suzy and Jake happily did. Upon graduating from the treatment center, rather than return to the filthy apartment she and her two children had lived in, Gustav had begged the single mother to come live with him. Suzy had Scarlett's old room, and even had some of Scarlett's old German dolls to play with. Jake had a 'big boy's room,' and Lori had her own room as well. She and Gustav shared the household duties, which was mainly cooking and dishes, as he had a maid come in twice a week to do the sweeping and vacuuming and mopping. They ate breakfast together, then got the two children ready , and drove them to his mother's house, then rode into work together, in his large Mercedes-Benz. She used her old Honda Civic only to go to AA Meetings; everything else, he drove them to. At nights, they made dinner, and talked with the children about their day. Lori had never felt so content, so secure. It was what she had been looking for in the drugs, the vodka, and the frequent sex. ---- "Lori, anything you give him, as long as it is from your heart, it will make him happy," Quan Xi said. "I think I've got it," Lori said and with a 'good bye,' she hung up. ---- It had amused her tremendously when she discovered that Gustav Ubelhorn, a stoic and controlling man in the office, was such an out of control fanatical Falcons' fan. He would sit and watch the game on television, scream and rant in English and German at the coaches, the players, and the referees, even the commercials. It Frightened Suzy and Jake; they generally stayed in their rooms and played quietly when he watched the football games on the big television upstairs. ---- "I'll get him a Matt Ryan jersey," she decided. "He can wear it on game day. And there was a sports store two blocks away from her Friday night AA Meeting. Chapter 5 Scarlett curled up on the leather couch and smiled as Violet tried to guess the contents of each of the packages that sat under their small tree. Finally, Violet had given up on trying to wrest a clue out of her lover and they curled up on the couch together. Kisses, Scarlett's calico cat, batted at one of the lower hanging ornaments and jumped when it swung back toward her. Scarlett had really gone all out on buying gifts for Violet; the guilt was eating her alive. Just two nights ago, she'd come home from the gym, worked up into frenzy. Violet had not complained when a still sweaty Scarlett had pushed her not the leather couch and trapped her round face between her muscular thighs. After an intense orgasm, she felt overcome with guilt; she had been fantasizing that it was Eric's blonde head between her thighs. ---- He'd been at the gym that night, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. His tee shirt bulged and rippled as he lay back on the bench and rapidly hefted two hundred pounds. The bulge in his shorts was evident and Scarlett also admired his taut backside when he did some squats with one hundred and fifty pounds. Chapter 6 Christmas morning rolled around, a cold, blustery day. Lori pulled her robe on over her silk pajamas and went to turn the coffee machine on. She found Gustav already in the kitchen, coffee brewing. He smiled warmly at her and she knew that her present was woefully inadequate. They'd stayed up the entire night after finally getting two very excited children to go to sleep, and put together the new bicycles and other toys. Quietly, they'd laughed and even played with some of the toys. The warmth and happiness she'd felt and the joy she'd seen in his dark eyes wasn't going to be repaid with a simple football jersey. All too soon, Suzy and Jake came bounding up the stairs and into the living room. Squeals of excitement and laughter rang out and Lori and Gustav entered the living room to watch the three-year-old girl and four year old boy enjoy their gifts. "And, Mr. Gus, we have a gift for you," Suzy excitedly bounced up and down. "You do?" he smiled happily. "What is it?" Jake and Suzy stood in front of him as he sat in his overstuffed recliner and softly at first, but increasing in confidence, the children sang 'Little Drummer Boy,' in perfect German. "Grandmother says it's your favorite song," Jake said when they were finished. Gustav wiped the tears from his face and nodded his head yes. Lori wrinkled her face in confusion. Jake had spoken to Gustav in German and she didn't understand German. "Do you understand German?" he smiled through his watering eyes. "Yes, of course," Suzy giggled thinking Mr. Gus was such a silly man for asking such a silly question. "It's a beautiful gift, and I don't know how to thank you," he went on in German. "It was Grandmother's idea," Jake admitted. "All right, someone please tell me what you're saying," Lori sputtered. "We're talking in German," Gustav laughed. "Grandmother has been teaching the children behind our back. That was what she would give him! If he would have it. ---- Amber Goldman didn't have a tree; she was a non-practicing Jew. She woke up slowly; the apartment was freezing cold. The heater didn't work and had not worked in several days, but the landlord had yet to do anything about it. Thankfully, her 'Secret Santa' at the office had given her a very warm set of fleece pajamas. She rolled over and wished that she hadn't sent Victor packing; at least he'd have some body warmth to share. She staggered into the kitchen and turned on the tap for water. She wanted a cup of coffee to warm up her insides. The pipes were frozen solid, though; there would be no coffee this morning. "Merry fucking Christmas," she hissed, and then began to sob in self-pity. ---- "That's why you're such a fat ass," Violet thought as she pulled the hot gingerbread muffins from the oven. She liberally dabbed the cream cheese icing on each of the muffins. She set them on top of the refrigerator, the only safe place in the kitchen from the sneaky and nimble Kisses. The coffee gurgled and finally finished brewing and she poured two mugs, both with generous amounts of sugar and milk. She ran a finger along the rim of the icing bowl and licked her finger clean. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 03 "Yeah, you're really going to lose the pounds that way," she chided herself as she put the coffee and plate of muffins onto the tray and checked the oven to make sure it was turned off. ---- ""Merry Christmas, lover," she whispered into Scarlett's ear, then lightly nipped the ear. "Stop that," Scarlett giggled, and rolled over. "Merry Christmas," Violet repeated, then put some pillows behind Scarlett so that her lover could sit up in the bed. "Merry Christmas," Scarlett replied and they kissed each other. Violet placed the tray of muffins in Scarlett's lap and turned to get the mugs of coffee. "Damn it, Violet," Scarlett complained happily. "You're going to make me fat!" "Like me?" Violet spat, angry, hurt. "What?" Scarlett asked, startled at Violet's loud outburst. "Fat like me!" Violet screamed. "That's what you mean, isn't it? I'm a fucking disgusting fat pig! Right?" "What?" Scarlett asked, confused by this unprovoked outburst. "Well fuck you, Ms. Perfect!" Violet screamed and ran from the room sobbing Chapter 7 "Violet, open this door," Scarlett demanded and knocked again on the bathroom door. One hundred and seventy one. She'd been cutting back on the sugar, the carbohydrates, not getting seconds at lunch and dinner, even when she was hungry, and this was all she'd managed to lose. Six lousy pounds. She weighed one hundred and seventy one pounds. "Come on, Violet, I got to pee," Scarlett lied from the other side of the door. "Go find a tree," Violet yelled and looked at the cursed scale again. "Please, Violet, open the door, talk to me," Scarlett begged. "Fine," Violet sighed and unlocked the door. Scarlett tried to hug her lover, but Violet shoved her away. "What did I do?" Scarlett burst into tears and Violet felt her icy anger melt and the two girls hugged each other and sobbed in each other's arms. ---- "But, Violet, I don't think you're fat," Scarlett said as they lay in the large bed. "You're beautiful." "No, I'm not. I can't even wear jeans anymore; they don't fit over my fat ass," Violet said and rolled over to show Scarlett her voluptuous rear end. "Yum," Scarlett teased and playfully nipped at Violet's rear end. "Stop that!" Violet giggled and rolled back over. Finally, they walked into the living room and sorted through their gifts. "You first," Violet demanded. "No, you first," and they finally agreed to open their gifts together. Chapter 8 "Thank you, Lori," Gustav smiled in appreciation as he held up the Falcon's jersey. "I will wear it this Sunday." "That's what it's for, for when you're watching the Falcons playing football," she smiled happily. She was so grateful that he liked the gift, or seemed to like it, at least. She wasn't sure what to do about his gift, though. It seemed pretty expensive, half-carat diamond earrings and a diamond pendant necklace. She loved it, loved jewelry of any sort, but knew that these were real diamonds, not the glass ones she currently wore. She was almost afraid of wearing them for fear of losing them. "Time to get ready for church," she told Suzy and Jake, which elected whines and complaints. "You're going to church?" Gustav asked, eyebrows up in surprise. "Yes, if that's all right?" Lori asked. "I mean, you're going to ten thirty mass, right?" "Yes, but I, I mean, you've never," he sputtered. "I just think it's time we started going, and what better day than on Jesus' birthday?" she asked him. "Can't argue with that," he agreed and got to his feet. ---- Amber felt trapped in the cold, dank apartment, but couldn't bring herself to leave it either. She couldn't even brush her teeth; the pipes were frozen solid. Besides that, she really had nowhere to go. Sighing, she padded back to the bedroom and curled up in the bed again. ---- Thankfully, Suzy and Jake, even though they'd never been inside of a church before, were well behaved. Gustav beamed with pride as Suzy held his hand as they entered the Atonement Lutheran Church. Lori and Jake followed and Lori smiled at 'Grandmother,' already seated in their pew, along with Scarlett and Violet. Lori was careful to mimic all of Gustav's motions, standing when he stood, praying when he prayed. From church, they went to Grandmother's house for Christmas dinner. There, Suzy and Jake had more presents awaiting them. Scarlett and Violet gave Gustav his gifts from them, and then they ate. Chapter 9 "Damn, I hurt!" Scarlett complained, rubbing her full belly as they left Grandmother's. "You?" Violet commiserated. "She kept shoving those rolls in my face the whole time!" "Too full to play?" Scarlett asked, letting her fingers pull up the hem of Violet's dress. "We're not home yet," Violet mused. But even as she said it, Scarlett was not thinking of making love with her girlfriend. She had sat across the table from Lori, had seen the looks the red headed girl kept giving her father. Her father, from what she could observe, seemed oblivious to Lori's attention. "That's how it's supposed to be," she thought. "It's supposed to be a man and a woman. That's why I'm attracted to Eric." At the next red light, she looked over at Violet. The sapphire earrings she'd given to the girl, another 'guilt' gift, twinkled in the dainty ear lobes. Violet looked back at Scarlett, blushed lightly and smiled. "But then why am I so in love with her?" Scarlett asked herself. ---- Lori smiled at the exhausted Suzy, lightly kissed her forehead and left the bedroom. Jake was crankily protesting taking a nap; he had toys he'd not played with yet. He finally agreed to nap, if the toys were left within easy reach. "Got them down?" Gustav smiled as she came up the stairs. "Finally," she smiled at him, and then lost her smile. Her stomach was doing flip-flops; suppose he didn't feel the same way she felt? "Fear is 'False Emotions Appearing Real,'" she reminded herself of what her AA sponsor had told her two weeks ago. "I have one moor gift for you, if you will have it," she bravely pressed on. "Oh, no, you don't need to give me anymore than you already have," he protested. "Please?" she asked and took one of his hands in both of hers. His hands were large as was the rest of him. "Um, okay," he said. He was uncertain of what to expect from this girl, nearly a stranger to him, even though she'd worked for him for a couple of years, and had been living in his home for a month now. "I want, I would like, what I'm trying to say," she faltered. She didn't know how to put into words what she felt. "Want to sit down?" he offered. "I'll get us a cup of coffee." She sat and tried to piece the words together, the words that would win his heart that would let him know that he had hers, if he wanted it. "You know, I really was glad that you and Suzy and Jake came with me to church today," he said as he handed her a cup of coffee, the way she liked it, two spoons of sugar and one spoon of cream. "That's it!" she said aloud, face alight with happiness. "What?" he asked. "And that's what I want!" she said and laughed. It was so simple. "I want us to go to church together, every Sunday. I want to sit next to you and I want Suzy and Jake there with us, and I want us to be a family, if you want, and we can even have more, maybe even a Gustav Junior and…" She was babbling excited, happy. He stood and stared at her as she rambled on; she was now talking about putting a garden in the back yard, including a peach tree because she remembered a peach tree when she was a little girl. Slowly a smile creased his face. "Lori Taylor, are you asking me to marry you?" he asked and she stopped babbling and looked at him. "Well, um, yeah," she said and blinked back tears. "Isn't that supposed to be my job?" he asked, teasingly. "Um, yeah, if you…" she fumbled. "But if you're going to do it, shouldn't you be down on one knee?" he asked. "And where's my engagement ring?" "Well, I um, I didn't, I mean, I just thought of it this morning and…" she stammered. He sat down next to her and gently took the coffee cup from her hands and set it down on the coffee table. "Lori, I would love to have you and Suzy and Jake with me every Sunday," he said quietly. "But I'm almost forty years old; you do realize that, right? I mean, you're still a young girl, what would you want with an old man like me?" "I would want to love you forever," she said and took his big face in her hands. Her pale freckled hands made his dark skin look all the darker. "And I would want my son and my daughter to call you 'Daddy,' and…" "Poppa," he corrected her. "What?" she asked. "I want Suzy and Jake to call me 'Poppa,' not 'Daddy.'" He said and took her two small hands in his big ones. "So you'll have us?" she asked and held her breath. "How could I turn down a gift so beautiful?" he asked and pulled her to him for a kiss. "Thank you," she whispered and kissed him deeply. After a moment, they pulled apart, and then suddenly grew very shy around each other. "What now?" she asked. "I was kind of hoping you'd know," he admitted and laughed. I want to get married on November second, that's my sobriety date," she demanded. "Damn, we haven't even been engaged for five minutes and already you're bossing me around?" he asked and she laughed, a happy, joyous sound. Chapter 10 Amber punched the apartment office phone number into her cell phone and grimaced as the answering machine picked up. "Hi, I hope you're having a Merry fucking Christmas, because I'm not. The heater's been broken for several days now, and now the God damned pipes are frozen solid. I can't even flush my toilet, but what do you care, right? It's Christmas! Whoopee! But if you're as Christian as you like to pretend you are, with all your 'Have a Blessed day' shit, send someone over to fix this fucking heater NOW!" she spat out into the phone." ---- Violet could sense something was wrong. Scarlett wasn't exactly avoiding her, but she wasn't initiating any contact either. "Sure you won't come?" she asked, but Scarlett just shook her head no. Scarlett wouldn't even look up from the book she was reading. She braced herself for the cold outside and brought the two packages out to her car. She started the car and drove down to her mother and stepfather's apartment. Scarlett felt the first tear begin to fall. She wished she had someone she could talk to about these feelings; was she straight? Was she gay? She'd never had any close friends, not until Violet. She didn't have any brothers and sisters, or cousins. She knew that she loved Violet, loved her with all of her heart, but was it because they were friends? Or was it because they were lovers? Chapter 11 Violet sat out in the parking lot of the dilapidated apartment she used to call home. She'd left there two years ago; her stepfather had tried several times to have his way with her. When her mother refused to do anything to help; she took her meager earnings and moved out. This was the first time since then that she would be seeing them. She took the two presents and braced herself for the cold. ---- "Well, Merry Fucking Christmas," Gail Grey coughed and spat up some mucous as a coughing fit seized her. This did not deter her from lighting another cigarette, though. Randall Grey tried to feel Violet's breasts as he hugged her, but she firmly shoved him away. "Hey, hey, just giving you a hug, for Christ's sake!" he whined. "Oh, sorry, I thought we were finished," Violet said easily. "Well, fuck, if I'd a known you was coming, I'd a got you something," Gail said as she took the offered gaily wrapped package from her daughter. "Well, all right now!" Randall happily held the fifth of Johnny Walker Black label scotch. "Please don't start drinking that until after I'm gone," Violet asked. "Um, okay, sure," he said and his hand trembled as he put it down on the table. "Well, this is nice," Gail said and looked at the wristwatch. "Merry Christmas," Violet said and got to her feet. "Oh, you aunt' got to go, do you?" Gail asked. "Yeah, I have a few more people to see; I wanted y'all to be the first, though," Violet lied. She could see that Randall was getting quite fidgety being that close to some good liquor instead of the cheap swill he'd been drinking, and could see that her mother was actually getting a little embarrassed at the filthy conditions of her surroundings. Gail looked at Violet's clothing and could tell that the coat she wore cost more than the couch she was sitting on. The shoes were real leather, probably cost more than the dining room table was Randall sat, fixated on that fifth of scotch. "Well, let me know next time you're going to be around, and I'll fix you some dinner or something, okay?" Gail said and was seized by another coughing fit. "There won't be a next time," Violet thought as she pulled out of the parking lot. ---- Both Gustav and Lori were cautious, even skittish around each other and Suzy and Jake, but thankfully the children were still too excited about all they'd gotten for Christmas to notice. Dinner was spent with the two children rattling off all the things they were going to do with their toys and games. ---- "Where do I sleep tonight?" Lori whispered to Gustav when she'd finished giving the children their baths and tucked them in for the night. "Your room," he said after some thought. "We're not married yet." This must have been the answer she needed because she smiled widely at him. He returned her smile and after a few kisses, she entered her bedroom and softly shut the door. Chapter 12 Violet felt the bed move as Scarlett slid out from under the covers. At first she assumed Scarlett was going to the bathroom, and rolled over to go back to sleep. When she woke up a couple of hours later, though, Scarlett was still not in bed. The alarm clock glowed four thirty one. ---- "I saw that!" Jake crowed as Lori and Gustav gave each other a good morning kiss the following morning. "Cat's out of the bag," Gustav said in German and Jake and Suzy giggled. ---- Amber felt stiff from the cold dampness that enveloped her apartment. She sluggishly, woodenly dragged herself to the bathroom and actually smiled when the pipes gurgled, sputtered, then shot out a blast of water. She pulled her clothing into the small bathroom and took a quick shower. The warmth from the steam dissipated quickly, but she was dressed and somewhat warm by the time she exited the cramped bathroom. In the cold of the apartment, though, her hair took forever to dry and she was again shaking with the cold by the time she finished. Applying her make up. ---- Breakfast was a nearly silent affair; Scarlett would not make eye contact with Violet. Answers to Violet's questions were monosyllabic grunts or nonverbal shrugs or nods. Her father had called her yesterday while Violet was out and told her the good news of his engagement to Lori. She had been happy for his father, especially since she could hear the happiness in his voice. However, she felt empty and cold inside when she thought about her own life and her own love. "I'll never be able to call my Poppa and tell him about my engagement. I'll never have children, never give him grandchildren," she thought. Unable to sleep, she slipped out of the bed and sat in the living room and stared out of the window into the cold black night. At five thirty, Violet snapped her out of her reverie by entering the small kitchen and beginning to fix their breakfast. She couldn't look at Violet; guilt washed over her every time she looked at those pale blue eyes and hat sweet, loving smile. They got ready for the workday ahead; Scarlett showered while Violet prepared their lunches. Silently, they both dressed in the bedroom, and then left the apartment. Scarlett's stomach lurched when Violet went to her own car, rather than ride in with Scarlett. "See you at work," Violet quietly said then got into her car. ---- Lori beamed happily as Violet entered the lobby. Violet smiled softly and greeted the red headed receptionist. The End of Scarlett and Violet 03 Scarlett & Violet Pt. 04 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Violet sighed in frustration as another batch of Amber's filthy jokes popped up in her interoffice e-mails. Q What's the favorite pick up line at the lesbian bar? A: Your face or mine? The pretty twenty year old decided enough was enough and rapidly typed out a reply to Amber Goldman. "Please do not send me any more of these jokes. I do not appreciate them and find them offensive and unprofessional." She hit the 'Send' button and foraged through the other e-mails and set her tasks for the day. The five foot three inch tall woman was not having a good day. She and her nineteen-year-old lover seemed to be having some sort of lovers' spat, and she didn't know why. She assumed it was because of all of the weight she'd gained recently; she'd ballooned from one hundred and thirty two pounds to one hundred and seventy seven pounds. Her formerly thirty six D sized breasts were tight and uncomfortable in their size Forty Double D bra and her thirty-seven inch hips were now a pudgy forty inches. Her thighs were fat and looked like cottage cheese from all the cellulite. She blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from her pale blue eyes and pursed her full lips tightly, determined to just forge ahead. ---- Scarlett Ubelhorn pulled her long black hair back and waited for Paula's computer to warm up. Paula, Gustav Ubelhorn's personal assistant, was still out on maternity leave, having given birth to a healthy baby girl nearly six weeks earlier. She knew that Violet Smith was in the next office, and normally Gustav had to go and get his daughter and make her sit still at Paula's desk. But right now, she didn't want to look at Violet, didn't want to see those beautiful pale eyes, that sweet smile and light blush. She didn't want to look at the soft blonde hair, or those full breasts, or that soft belly or that round ass. "Then why the Hell am I thinking about her?" she said aloud, and then looked around, horrified that someone may have overheard her. The five foot four inch girl, with her peanut butter colored skin and dark almond eyes was in an inner turmoil at this time. She and Violet had been lovers since Halloween and she really did love Violet with all of her heart. She had been so lonely before she and the shy blonde became friends; being the boss's daughter meant that everyone was polite to her, but not much more than that. But she also felt horribly guilty for having a homosexual relationship. Lately, she'd been attracted to, and fantasizing about Eric Greene, a Teacher's Assistant and fellow gym rat at her university. She had to hit the gym three nights a week. Before Violet moved in, Scarlett lived off of frozen dinners, but Violet loved to cook. If Scarlett was going to maintain her thirty-six D breasts and her twenty-nine inch waist and thirty-seven inch hips, she was going to have to do some extreme workouts. ---- Ubelhorn & Associates was a Payroll management company. But Gustav Ubelhorn had noticed that a couple that lived in California owned the apartment that he and his mother and his infant daughter shared when they first moved from Germany to Atlanta. He quickly set out purchasing apartment complexes in and around Atlanta and leasing the property management to himself as Ubelhorn & Associates Property Management. Violet Smith felt a tear trickle down as she entered the database of the property listings. "Damn it!" she sniffed back another tear. The only vacancy was for a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. At nine hundred a month, it was just out of her price range. True, she cleared seventeen hundred a month, but there were also utilities, food, gas, insurance and those little unexpected bills here and there to consider. ---- Amber Goldman pulled her dirty blonde hair behind her ear and smiled. "It's about time you responded," she thought as she saw e-mail from Violet. Unfortunately, she did not read it, just forwarded another batch of her lesbian jokes to Violet. Q: What do you call an Eskimo lesbian? A: A Klon-Dyke! ---- Lori Taylor sat at the rotunda in the lobby of Ubelhorn & Associates and stared at the two dozen long stemmed roses. She pulled her long red hair back and read the card again. "With all my love, Gustav." In her twenty-three years, no man had ever given her flowers. In her twenty-three years, no man had ever said he loved her either. She read the card again. The bone thin red head silently thanked God for Gustav Ubelhorn. ---- She had gone out and gotten more than drunk on Halloween night and called in sick the next day. She opened her apartment door to find a scowling Gustav Ubelhorn standing on her doorstep. He wasted no time in giving her an ultimatum; Treatment for Alcoholism or find a new job. When she confessed to him that she didn't know who the fathers of her two children were and that she had no one that could care for them while she stayed at the treatment facility, he called his mother and she leapt at the chance to baby-sit Suzy and Jake Taylor. They called the short woman 'Grandmother,' and Quan Xi loved it. Quan Xi and Gustav took care of the three-year-old girl and four year old boy while Lori was 'in the hospital, getting better,' and when Lori finished the twenty-eight day treatment program, Gustav asked her to move into his large home. Over the next few weeks, she'd fallen in love with the large man and her two children absolutely adored him and his mother. Christmas day, she asked him to marry her and he'd agreed. She read the card again and smiled happily. Chapter 2 Enough was enough. Violet was fuming, a very rare occurrence for the naturally shy and withdrawn woman. It was thanks to her that Amber even had a job at Ubelhorn& Associates. Violet had filled in for Lori while the receptionist was out on her extended leave of absence and Gustav hired Amber to fill in for Violet in the Data Entry Department. Amber and Violet had gone to school together, had had a few classes together, and graduated together, but the two had never been friends. But now she assumed that she and Violet were the best of buddies. Just because Violet had confirmed her references to Mr. Ubelhorn. She was a good worker, good at Data Entry, fast and accurate. ---- "Human Resources, this is Amanda," Amanda Peterson intoned. She pursed her lips and listened as the complaint was filed, gave a few suggestions, then entered the notes into both Violet Smith's and Amber Goldman's files. ---- Amber was a little puzzled when she was called and asked to come upstairs to HR. Along with being a payroll management company for several small 'Mom and Pop' organizations, U&A also provided them with an HR Department to take care of insurance needs, 401K planning's, and other various duties. The Human Resources office occupied the entire twelfth floor of the office building, while the Data Entry, lobby and reception area occupied the eleventh floor. HR even had its own lunchroom, so the two floors rarely intermingled. The five foot seven inch tall slender girl checked her image in the elevator door's metal reflection. Her blouse was appropriate; she wore a bra underneath, even though she was a Thirty A cup. Her slacks were snug, but not tight on her twenty-five inch waist and thirty inch hips. She shrugged her shoulders and hit the 'Up' button for the elevator. Lori shrugged her shoulders when Amber asked her if she knew anything about why she as being asked up to HR. ---- Amanda Peterson looked through the printouts that Violet had provided for her and pursed her lips. She didn't find many of the jokes all that funny; they were pretty childish, really. She looked up at Violet Smith and shook her head and smiled. "Well, I can see why these would be deemed 'unprofessional and inappropriate,' and I am not invalidating your feelings, but why are you so offended by these?" she asked. "Because," Violet faltered for a moment, then gritted her teeth and forced her to say it out loud. "Because I'm gay." Amber gasped aloud from the doorway and looked at the blonde woman. "I had no idea!" she exclaimed. "I mean, look at you! You're so beautiful! I mean, not that a lesbian can't be pretty, but well, you know!" "Amber Goldman?" Amanda asked. She had to ask a second time as the open mouthed girl was just standing and staring at the now highly embarrassed Violet. ---- Twenty minutes later, all appropriate paperwork had been filled out and signed. "I am so sorry," Amber whispered again as she and Violet waited for the elevator. "I had no idea, I just didn't know." "Drop it, please!" Violet said under her breath. "It's not like I want the whole building to know, okay?" "Okay," Amber agreed and they stepped onto the elevator. ---- Scarlett looked up, and then looked away as Violet and amber walked past. "God damn it, I just went through one of the most humiliating moments in my life, and I can't even go to my girlfriend and talk about it," Violet thought and felt her eyes tear up. Amber saw the pale blue eyes water up and felt another sickening lurch in her stomach. She quickly walked away from Violet and to the safety of her cubicle. Violet sat at her own small cubicle and felt the tears begin in earnest. ---- Lunch was another agony for both Scarlett and Violet. Even as they sat at the table together, neither one would look at the other. They just nibbled their salads, never looking up. Amber felt miserable as she sat at a separate table, assuming that the deafening silence was due to Violet and Scarlett's anger toward her. Chapter 3 "I've had enough," Violet screamed and flung open the closet door. "What are you doing?" Scarlett asked as she entered the bedroom she and Violet shared. "What do you think?" Violet screamed. "I can't take another fucking minute of this! You won't talk to me, you won't look at me, and you act like I don't even exist!" Scarlett tried to stop Violet, which led to a struggle. Scarlett, thanks to three nights a week at the gym, was the stronger of the two, but Violet wasn't' giving up without a fight. Scarlett screamed out as a handful of her long black hair fell to the floor. ---- Amber entered her roach infested apartment, slammed the door shut and screamed aloud in frustration. Until today, she had liked work, had looked forward to going to work, especially since it got her out of the dump she called home, and enjoyed her job. But today had been an exercise in endurance. She angrily picked up one of Victor's pornographic magazines and went on a roach swatting frenzy. She'd kicked the perpetually unemployed and stoned twenty two year old man out three weeks ago. Last week, she'd found his stash of pornographic magazines. Each one of the eight magazines had the theme of large breasted women. She had always felt that her small breasts were woefully inadequate, had always been jealous of those with large breasts, but for some reason, couldn't bring herself to throw the disgusting magazines out. "Coming in pretty fucking handy right now," she smirked and squashed another for or five roaches with a rolled up magazine. ---- Later that night, Scarlett cried and held the ice pack to Violet's black eye. She tried again to kiss Violet and Violet passively let her lover kiss her, but did not return the kiss. "I am so sorry, baby," Scarlett sobbed. "Don't worry about it," Violet flatly said. ---- The bedroom also had it's share of the disgusting insects; Amber would Sometimes wake up in the night to find them crawling all over her. She picked up the can of spray and liberally doused her bed, then left the room to let the fumes dissipate somewhat. While she waited, she cursed Victor for the hundredth time that month for stealing the television when he'd left. At least she could have watched it while waiting for it to be safe to enter the legroom. ---- Scarlett teased Violet's nipples with a cube of ice. Despite her seating anger, Violet's nipples hardened and Scarlett happily sucked one, then the other into her mouth. The combination of cold then hot excited Violet and she finally gave in and she and Scarlett locked into a sixty-nine position. She groaned in orgasm as Scarlett shoved the ice cube into her tightly clenched rectum. Chapter 4 "Oh, my God!" Lori exclaimed when Violet got off the elevator the next morning. "What happened?" "We had a fight," Violet tersely answered and walked past the shocked receptionist. She'd wondered all night what to say to her co-workers when they asked; surely some would ask. Lori was the only one to ask that morning, though. The others ignored it, pretended not to see it, that it wasn't there. Violet entered the Property Management database and again searched for available units. The two bedrooms was the only one open. She then searched for any that had leases that would be ending in January. Of the three, two had already renewed and the third was in the same complex that she and Scarlett lived in. She didn't want to move right down the block from her lover, didn't want to see her every single day if she could help it. ---- "No, I think she's just the person we're looking for," Amanda said to her immediate supervisor, Kenneth West. "But she doesn't have any college," he argued. "Exactly, she hasn't had all that book gibberish dumped on her and would have to go by her gut feelings, instead of what the textbook says you're supposed to do" Amanda pressed. Kenneth shook his head in amusement. Amanda had made recommendations before, and had also advised against other referrals. Without fail, she had been dead right about each one. If she said that this girl would be the perfect replacement for Naomi, who would be retiring at the end of the month, then he would get the paperwork started. But he'd pretend to kick and scream about it the whole way. Amanda smiled; Kenneth was a fine one to bring up the lack of college education; he didn't even have a High School diploma. ---- Violet returned to her desk after another bitterly quiet lunch and again went to the Property database, but this time she downloaded the form for the two-bedroom apartment. She filled out the form, and then e-mailed it to the Property Management Division. Twenty minutes later, her cell phone vibrated and she answered it. "When would you like to pick up the keys?" Gary asked her. "As soon as possible," she answered and choked back the sob in her throat. "Can you get me a check for the first and last months' rent?" he asked and she affirmed that she could indeed. Gustav Ubelhorn had been extremely generous with his employees with his Christmas bonus. Violet had spent a good portion of her two thousand dollar bonus on gifts for Scarlett, but still had a bit of it left. She had just finished scribbling her somewhat childish scrawl of a signature when Gary came around the corner with her keys. "Thanks, it's a business doing pleasure with you," he joked and she smiled at the silly statement. The thirty year old was again struck at how cute the shy, quiet girl was. Unfortunately for him, he was far too shy to ask her out for a date, so he contented himself with his fantasies of her. "That's a pretty nasty looking shiner you've got there, did you put ice on it?" he asked and she blushed at the thought of ice. Lynne Ann wanted to ask, had wanted to ask from the moment Violet entered their little nook sporting a shiner, but could not bring her to break her self-imposed wall of nastiness she put between herself and all the others that worked for Ubelhorn & Associates. So she contented herself with muttering obscenities under her breath as she struggled with the delinquent statements. Chapter 5 Violet passively let Scarlett undress her and allowed her to be touched and kissed. When Scarlett pushed her fat thighs apart and dug three fingers into her drooling pussy, Violet orgasmed and burst into tears. They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, crying and kissing one another. ---- "I can't talk you out of this?" Scarlett sobbed as the last of the boxes was stacked by the front door. She could still taste Violet's tears an hour after Violet had driven away. ---- Amber sat on the couch and thought again about killing herself. The depression was getting darker and darker. Her horrible surroundings, the tension at work, the overwhelming loneliness was beginning to wear her down. The worst thing was, she had no friends to talk to. In high school, she'd been very popular, never a shortage of friends. But the moment the diplomas were in hand, everyone seemed to just scatter. Much like the roaches did when she turned on the lights. Chapter 6 Anthony put on his best smile as the slightly pudgy, but cute blonde woman entered his section of the furniture store. He didn't like fat chicks, but this woman didn't need to know that. "Help you?" he asked and tried to project as much charm and appeal as he could. She regarded him for a long moment, squinting slightly through a recent black eye, then continued to glance around at the merchandise. "Okay," she finally said. "That chair, and this loveseat. These are real leather, right?" "Oh, yes ma'am!" he said and quickly scribbled their numbers down. "And what color would you like?" "The black is fine," she said, then pointed to a coffee table and matching end table. "And those, too, please. Do you have a matching bookshelf?" Anthony was still pinching himself when the four thousand eight hundred dollar ticket was tallied. "Hey man, why you get this sale?" one of the other salesmen asked him. "Because he was the only one that asked if I needed help," Violet said and signed the charge slip. "I've been wandering around in this shit hole for the last hour, and all of you were just too damned busy fucking around to ask a stupid woman if she needed anything." The cashier burst out laughing, even though she knew she would regret it later. Violet smiled lightly and they agreed on a delivery time of six thirty the next evening. Scarlett didn't pay rent; her father owned the apartment complex, so Violet had been able to save nearly two months worth of her paychecks. Granted, the furniture was a bit of an extravagance, but she knew the better quality merchandise would last a good long time if she took care of it. She would pay as much as she could on her credit card bill each month until it was all paid down. "Um, have you thought about televisions, or stereo equipment?" Anthony asked. "No, I haven't," Violet admitted. ---- Anthony sat out on the back loading dock and enjoyed a cigarette. Six percent of six thousand four hundred and fifty dollars was close to four hundred dollars. Most of the time he had to bust his ass all week long to make that kind of commission. And because he was the young kid on the block, the senior salespeople had stuck him close to the rear of the store, so he really had to bust a nut to get any sales at all. For a brief moment, he wondered what that pudgy blonde would look like, stretched out on the queen sized cast iron bed he'd sold her. "She had some nice tits, that's for sure," he thought and finished the cigarette. ---- Violet slipped each of the three men that delivered her furniture a ten-dollar bill. It wasn't much of a tip, but she smiled sweetly at them and they couldn't help but smile back. The fact that she was wearing a sports bra and nylon gym shorts didn't hurt their friendly attitude either. She spent the evening positioning the loveseat and chair and end table and coffee table so that it created a comfortable little nook, a 'quiet space' to sit and relax after a hard day at work. The bookcase was a heavy one, but she finally managed to get it against the far wall. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 04 The next day was Saturday, so she spent the whole night putting the table and chairs together. Exhausted, she staggered into the larger of the two bedrooms and groaned. "Damn it!" she stomped her foot. "I should have put the bed together first!" Her purse buzzed and she retrieved her cell phone. She almost started crying when she saw the text message from Scarlett. '143.' 143 was their code for 'I love you.' I have one letter, Love has four and you have three letters. '1433,' their code for 'I Love You Too,' She sent back, and then lay down on the mattress. She didn't bother putting the sheets on it, just lie down on it and fell fast asleep. Chapter 7 "If I have to spend one more fucking night in this fucking shit hole, I will just kill myself," Amber thought and swatted feebly, futilely at a couple of roaches that wandered too close for comfort. ---- Scarlett drove over to the apartment complex and parked in front of Violet's new apartment, but couldn't force herself to get out of the car. Finally, she drove away. She decided to go to the gym; maybe a good work out would help clear her thoughts. ---- Eric Greene posed and flexed as he lifted weights. He knew who Scarlett Ubelhorn was; more importantly, he knew who her old man was. And daddy's little girl was sending him some pretty strong signals. "Hey, um, listen, you want to go and get a couple of beers after this?" she smiled, putting on his best 'super-shy guy' act. "Um, I'm only nineteen, don't you have to be twenty one to get a beer around here?" she smiled, knowing what the solution to that dilemma was. "Man, you sure do!" he admitted, acting crestfallen. They looked at each other for a long moment, then Scarlett swallowed hard and boldly made the suggestion he was hoping to hear; that he buy a six pack and they'd meet at his apartment, or hers. "Have to be yours; I'm still in the dorms here," he said and smiled. Chapter 8 Violet's kisses were always so tender, so sweet. Eric's kisses were a little clumsy and not very stimulating. She didn't care for the fact that as soon as they kissed, he went immediately for her breasts. She did have to admit, it was a little bit of a ego boost when he groaned in pleasure as he hefted and tested the weight of her breasts. She was glad that she'd watched hours of pornographic dvds; she had no idea if she was sucking him right, but his moaning and writhing seemed to signify that he was enjoying it. "Nah, I never wear the things," he smugly said when she suggested a condom. "What?" she said, surprised that anyone in today's times would refuse protection. "What's the big deal?" he smiled. "You're on the Pill, right?" "No, I'm not," she said. "And the Pill doesn't prevent STDs either." "Like taking a shower with a raincoat on," he said. "No raincoat, no pussy," she said firmly and clamped her legs tightly together. He'd been okay with her giving him a blow job, but refused to put his head anywhere near her pussy. He had been thoroughly disgusted when she tried to kiss him after performing oral sex on him and as far as he was concerned, she should have been primed and ready for intercourse right then and there. "Stop," she hissed vehemently when he tried to force her legs apart. ---- Violet couldn't resist; she'd worked hard all day on the extremely heavy cast iron bed and had finally slipped the last of the screws into place and tightened it securely. The mattress and box springs were in place, dust ruffle, sheets and comforter all placed on the bed. With a loud whoop, she stood on the bed, and then jumped up and down a few times. With a laugh, she flopped down on her back and rolled around on her very own bed, which she had put together herself. She reached for her cell phone, wanting to call Scarlett, wanting to invite her over, invite her to spend the night and make love in her new bed. The sob caught in her throat and she put the cell phone back down on the bedside table. ---- It seemed like the safest place in the apartment was the bathroom. Amber drew a steaming hot bath and grabbed the fifth magazine in the stack. She'd already read the first four, and was currently using them to kill roaches. The stories had obviously been written by men, even the ones that claimed to be from women. She rolled her eyes and even giggled at some of the blatantly bad stories. The pictures didn't do anything for her and she wondered again at what Victor and the men like him saw in looking at pictures of big-breasted women in various poses. The ones of the women in nice clothing did a lot more for her and she enjoyed looking at some of the sexy lingerie. Looking at some girl hefting her own breast to her mouth and sucking her own nipple, or spreading her pussy lips open wide enough to drive a truck into, really did not appeal to her. The lesbian stuff was obviously staged and fakes, but she did wonder if Violet would look at pictures like that and find it exciting. ---- Violet was busy hooking up her dvd player and surround sound system to her new LCD television. Anthony had tried to get her to buy the installation package, but she figured that she was intelligent enough to figure out the wiring herself. 'Fist Party' flashed up on the screen and the horrible synthesizer music blared out of the speakers Violet had placed around the small, comfortable living room. She grabbed the remote and turned it down slightly. Pornography had been one of the bad habits Scarlett had passed along to her. Before Halloween, Violet had never even seen pornography before. Scarlett had a pretty vast selection of the dvds and had been watching one earlier that day. When she and Violet had come back to her apartment for pizza; when Violet turned on the large plasma television, 'Anal Adventures' blared out at them. Scarlett had been mortified; Violet had been entranced. Since them, they quite often would cuddle on Scarlett's leather couch and watch a pornographic movie, then make love. The gym shorts Violet was wearing slithered down her plump legs and Violet lightly stroked her wet slit as the bad dialogue started between the two girls on the screen. Within seconds of starting, one of the girls was bent over the table and her partner was thrusting a fist deep into the first girl's splayed pussy. Normally, Violet would tease herself, keeping herself on the edge of orgasm for up to an hour, but she had two more televisions to hook up, so she pulled her shorts back up and smiled sadly. She'd not been cooking as much lately; she hated cooking for herself, so a few more pounds had been shed. "Not that Scarlett would notice," she thought as she entered the second bedroom. Violet had thoughts of turning this room into an office, but common sense told her that the nine hundred a month rent would soon cut into her meager savings and her earnings would be stretched to the limits. Come Monday, she would put a notice on the bulletin board at work, 'Roommate wanted.' Chapter 9 The movie played but Scarlett wasn't really watching it. She'd seen the Star Wars movie a couple of times and could recite the dialogue almost word for word. She finished the now warm beer and turned the television off. Kisses came over and she stroked the cat lovingly. She wondered what Violet was doing right now; wondered if Violet missed her. ---- Violet quickly fried the onion and bell pepper, then whisked in the eggs. As the eggs sizzled, she quickly chopped the cheese into the mixture and then scraped the ham into the scramble as well. She wondered if Scarlett was getting enough to eat, or had her lover reverted back to her frozen dinners? Before she slid the open-faced omelet onto her plate, she ladled a dollop of sour cream, then homemade salsa onto it. ---- Amber ate the take out food while hunched over the ramshackle table. She was tired and hungry and cold. After her not very satisfying meal, she quickly showered and readied herself for bed. ---- Violet bit back the scream as she shoved the ice cube into her rectum while her other hand pinched her nipple almost cruelly. 'Lesbian Leather' played on the screen and she caught her breath before bringing herself to another orgasm. The towel she'd placed on her loveseat cushion absorbed the melting ice as it trickled out of her anus, and she dabbed her dripping pussy with it and turned the television off. She sat for another moment before getting up to weak legs and wobbling down the hall to her bedroom. "Won't be able to do that with a roommate around," she reminded herself. Chapter 10 Violet pinned the simple message on the bulletin board "Roommate wanted to share expenses of two bedroom/one bathroom apartment. It's an 'Ubelhorn Properties' so you know it's great! Call..." and she'd put her cell phone number. She smiled at Amber as she left the break room. Amber still felt a little funny around her former classmate, ever since finding out that the beautiful girl was gay. She returned the smile though and entered the break room to get a cup of coffee. The damned pipes in her apartment were spitting out this rusty brown, foul smelling water, so Amber didn't make her morning coffee. The answer to her prayers was up on the bulletin board; someone needed a roommate. She yanked the note down and stuffed it into her blouse's pocket. She didn't care if the apartment was with Lynne Ann; she was desperate to get away from her self-imposed Hell. She would pay her entire month's paycheck if need be, and she prayed fervently that no one else had seen the note. ---- "Hello?" Violet answered her cell phone. "Um, yeah, has anyone taken that room for rent yet?" Amber asked. "Nope, not yet," Violet giggled. "I just put the note up ten minutes ago." "Damn it!" that meant that Violet probably saw that note and might have even talked with whoever this girl was. There was a rumor flying around that she and Scarlett weren't friends any more; maybe Scarlett felt funny being around a gay girl too. Violet could use her clout to get the upper hand to make whoever this was give her the room over Amber. "I want it; I'll do whatever it takes," she said desperately. "Um, okay," Violet said, a little disconcerted at the desperation in the stranger's voice. "I go to lunch at 11:30, why don't we meet in the lunch room then?" "Great! Okay! I'll see you then!" Amber enthused and hung up. ---- ----She was fit to be tied; obviously whoever the renter was had made an appointment with Violet as well, for there the girl sat, eating her salad. She dug into her purse and cursed, as she didn't have any change for the soda machine. "Here," Violet cheerfully said and put six quarters on the table. "Get me a coke, and get yourself whatever." "Thanks," Amber said. Damn it, Violet made it hard to dislike her, even if she was going to get that apartment right from underneath her. They sat, Violet calmly eating and amber fidgeting. Violet looked at her watch and sighed. "I was supposed to be meeting someone about renting out my room, but I guess they changed their mind," she commented to Amber. Amber burst out in relieved laughter and would have hugged the girl, had that slight discomfort not been there. "I thought you were here to rent the room too!" she finally managed to say. "I'm the one who wants to rent it!" Violet smiled widely and shared Amber's laugh. "Okay!" she said. "I'm just glad it's not Becky!" Becky was a slightly older woman that had a complaint, an ache and pain whenever anyone was foolish enough to say, "How are you?" or "How's it going?" Violet gave Amber the address and agreed the girl could move in immediately. "Okay, as soon as I can get some guys to help me with the furniture, I'll be coming on down!" Amber happily said. "How much stuff do you have?" Violet asked. "Not much, really," Amber shrugged. clothes, a bed, some other stuff. Victor took most of the stuff when I kicked his ass out." "I'll help you move it," Violet said. ---- They finished up their lunch break and were chattering excitedly as they walked past Scarlett, who sat at Paula's desk, trying to make sense of Paula's Calendar program. She felt tears come to her eyes as she could hear the happiness in Violet's voice. Eric had called and asked her for a second chance and she had reluctantly agreed. Chapter 11 Eric grabbed a couple of rolls of quarters from his roommate's cup. Let the little geek go to the Dormitory Monitor and cry; he'd just be told again that since there was no proof that it was Eric, they couldn't very well make Eric repay the theft. ---- The ice cream shop and video arcade wasn't exactly Scarlett's idea of a great date, but it was better than having a slightly drunken groping session that would end in frustration for her. She dressed in a short skirt that showed off her muscular legs and a tight sweater that showed off her nice breasts. Her platform boots came up to her knees; she thought very briefly of donning the thigh high boots but that that would be a little much. She felt that familiar lurch; she'd given Violet a pair of those boots for Christmas and they'd paraded around the apartment in nothing but those boots. Damn, but Violet's round ass, perched right above that rich black leather had been a tremendous turn on. And when Violet turned around and her light blonde patch showed just above the supple leather, Scarlett had made Violet stand with her legs spread while Scarlett tongued her wet slit to an orgasm that nearly made Violet topple over backward. ---- Violet sucked in her breath as Amber unlocked the door of the apartment. Roaches scurried everywhere when Amber turned the light on. "Okay, let's go," she said and gritted her teeth. They made quick work of the closet in the bedroom, not bothering to fold anything, just dumping it into the boxes they'd brought along with them, hangers and all. Amber picked up the corner of the mattress; they'd decided to put that into Violet's car, and then put the boxes on top of it. Violet screamed in terror as the mother rat and her brood scurried out from under the mattress. Amber was in tears and her face burned hotly in shame. They'd decided that all they would take from her apartment were her clots and whatever keepsakes she couldn't bear to part with; everything else was left behind. ---- Violet's apartment was clean, and Amber admired the living room furniture. Her room was bright and clean, and she put her clothes into the spacious closet. "Listen, I'm not a slob or anything; I don't know where those rats came from," she started to say as Violet brought in another box. "I know, my last apartment before me and Scarlett..." Violet started to say. She stopped before revealing too much to Amber; Scarlett was busily trying to live life as a heterosexual and if she could, then more power too her. "You should have seen the apartment I had with my mom and step-dad," she said. "Made your place look like a palace. Amber laughed, relieved that Violet didn't think her a 'dirty' person." "I guess I'll sleep on the couch tonight and we'll see about getting a bed tomorrow," Amber said as they finished unloading the cars. "It's pretty small," Violet said doubtfully. "It'll be fine," Amber said. "Why don't you just sleep in my room tonight and we'll go get you a bed tomorrow?" Violet suggested. "Because, because you're a, um, well I'm not you know," Amber sputtered. Violet reached out and touched a finger to Amber's hand. "Did you catch it?" she asked and looked into Amber's worried eyes. "Catch what?" Amber asked, puzzled. "Lesbianism," Violet said and touched Amber's hand again. "How about now?" Amber had to laugh; she was being silly, but instead of getting angry, Violet was showing her how silly she was being. "Nope, still straight," she said and smiled. "Gee, must not be contagious," Violet shrugged and left Amber's room. Chapter 12 "Um, you don't sleep in the nude, do you?" Amber asked. "No, I like to wear nightgowns. Oh, and for Christmas, I got this real pretty baby doll, but I've not tried that on yet," Violet said. "What about you?" "Actually, I have one of Victor's old pajama sets, and for Secret Santa, someone gave me this fleece set," Amber said. "Sounds like we're pretty much set up, then," Violet said. She entered the kitchen. She made quick work of a chicken breast and some string beans and yams. She and amber sat at the dining room table and Amber yawned loudly as she finished the simple meal. "Gosh, I don't know what's wrong with me," she said and yawned again. "Living like you've been living is stressful," Violet shrugged. "Takes a lot out of a person." ---- Amber showered first, and was sound asleep and snoring, none too quietly, when Violet entered the bedroom. After kneeling by her side of the bed and saying her prayers, Violet shook Amber lightly, which brought an end to the snoring long enough for Violet to fall asleep. ---- Eric was groaning as Scarlett took him as deeply as she could into her throat. She was on her knees in front of him, making obscene slurping sounds and fingerfucking she. He was close, so close. "Okay, so are you going to eat pussy?" she said as she let his cock pop out of her throat. "Do what?" he groaned in frustration. Just a few more seconds, he would have been spraying his come down her throat. "Well since you won't put a condom on, I figured the least you could do is eat my pussy," she said and stood up. "Aw, come on, damn it!" he screamed in frustration and she quickly backed up, out of his reach. The End of Scarlett and Violet 04. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 05 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Amber Goldman came to slowly. It was dark in the bedroom, she was warm, the bed was firm, but not hard and lumpy, and there were wonderful smells coming into her consciousness. She looked around and panicked slightly. She didn't recognize anything in the dim light of the nightlight. Then she remembered; she was living in a new apartment. ---- The five foot seven inch girl was living in a new apartment, with another girl, one that had filed a sexual harassment claim against her just six days earlier. She'd deserved it, though; sending the other girl an endless stream of lesbian jokes, without knowing that the other girl was gay. Violet was obviously willing to let bygones be bygones and had agreed to share the expenses of the two-bedroom apartment with her. Amber needed a new bed; the old one was full of roaches and rodents. Rather than make Amber sleep on a small, cramped loveseat, Violet just let the girl share her bed until they could get her a new one. She felt tears come to her brown eyes at the thought of Violet's generosity and friendship. ---- She got to her feet and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. She walked around the corner to see Violet's upturned ass peeking out of her apron. She looked at the light blonde tuft and the pink slit and the puckered pink anus, then cleared her throat, blushing furiously. Violet screeched in surprise, then burst out laughing as she whirled around. Amber blushed deepened as she looked at Violet's large breasts threatening to spill out on either side of the apron. Violet returned her blush. "Sorry, I'm always afraid to get my nightgowns dirty; they're real silk, so I just put an apron on," she stammered. "Is there any coffee?" Amber asked and averted her eyes from Violet's beautiful, voluptuous body. "Not yet, I just turned it on," Violet said and turned back around and resumed pulling the cinnamon buns out of the oven. She turned the oven off and drizzled the icing over the six large buns that sat in the pan. "Those smell great," Amber said. "Thanks," Violet said and reached for the plates and mugs. Amber watched Violet's exposed flesh, as the apron did not meet in the back, and then turned away in embarrassment. "Go sit at the table, I'll bring breakfast in a minute," Violet said and Amber scurried away, grateful for the tactful escape Violet had offered. ---- Amber stared at the beautiful red silk nightgown that Violet wore as she carried the tray to the table. It had two spaghetti straps over her pale shoulders, and dipped between Violet's large breasts, which threatened to spill out on the sides. The gown reached to the floor, but the back was bare to the very top of Violet's plump rear. "No wonder you didn't want to get that dirty," she said and bit into the flaky bun. "It's beautiful." They'd finished breakfast and Violet had smiled happily as Amber helped her make the bed. Amber had scurried out of the room as Violet began to get ready for work; Violet had no qualms about dropping her gown to the floor in front of Amber. She'd run to her own room, found some clothes that didn't need to be ironed too badly, applied her make-up, and found her shoes. Now, a dressed and smiling Violet was handing her a brown paper bag. "What's this?" she asked. "Lunch," Violet said simply. "Are you kidding me?" Amber said, delighted. "This is great! You're the best!" "Not too bad for a big old dyke, huh?" Violet said and locked the door behind them. "I am so sorry about that," Amber said, the smile fading. "Don't be," Violet smiled. "I've gotten over it, you should too." Chapter 2 Amanda Peterson smiled to the two young ladies as they stepped onto the elevator. Mr. Ubelhorn's daughter stepped on just after Ms. Smith hit the button for the eleventh floor and slid into a corner, as far away from Violet and Amber as the small box would let her get, and would not look up. Amanda wondered if it was Ms. Smith, or Ms. Goldman that Ms. Ubelhorn had the problem with. Other than a brief pause in the excited chatter between Ms. Smith and Ms. Goldman, there was no indication from either of the other two that there was any trouble or discomfort. Lori smiled widely at the three young women as they entered the lobby. Only Violet and Amber returned the red head's smile, though. Amanda continued to observe them while the elevator doors slid shut. ---- Gustav did not seem to notice his daughter's unhappiness as he piled more papers onto the desk. "Good morning, Poppa," she quietly said. "Hmph!" he groused. "Paula just e-mailed me her resignation, so now I have to find a replacement for her, then Kenneth calls me and he wants to interview Violet for a vacancy upstairs, not such a good morning." "Violet?" Scarlett said, surprised. Secretly, she was elated. Seeing Violet every day while she waited for the Spring Semester to start was tearing her heart apart. If Violet were moved upstairs, she'd most likely only have to see her again during the most important of company functions; the two floors rarely intermingled. ---- Violet was feeling physically ill; why was Mr. West calling her upstairs? Did Scarlett file some bogus complaint against her in the hopes of getting her fired? She ran to the ladies room and tried to compose herself. "Well, might as well face him and get it over with," she finally told herself and smiled half-heartedly at Lori as she waited for the elevator. ---- Mr. West did not let any information come out as he asked Violet a couple of questions. She answered as honestly and completely as she could and was just as confused after the interview as she was before being shown into Mr. West's office by a blank faced Amanda Peterson. "Well?" Amanda asked from the doorway. "She's perfect," Kenneth had to admit and Violet felt like screaming for someone to tell her what they were talking about. "Welcome to HR," Amanda said and shook Violet's hand. "I knew I'd made the right choice when I saw you this morning with Ms. Goldman and you two were friendly toward each other. Most people, once they file charges, that's it, they never talk to the other person again." "You start on Monday, if that's okay," Kenneth said and also shook Violet's hand. Kenneth had to admit, Violet would be a welcome change up in the Human Resources Department for Ubelhorn & Associates. Most of the employees were in there fifties or sixties. The few younger women were militant feminists, seeming to delight in dressing as unattractively and business like as possible. The five foot three inch woman, with her large breasts (she was very uncomfortable in a forty Double D bra) and nicely rounded backside (she hated the Plus Size underwear she was forced to buy) would be pretty nice to look at. He liked her light blonde hair and pale blue eyes also; he did manage to look above her breasts to her round face during their interview. ---- "You have got to be kidding me," Amber said as Violet shared the information with her over their lunched break. "And it pays forty eight thousand a year to start!" Violet whispered excitedly. "Oh," Amber said and put the turkey sandwich down. "Now you don't need me as a roommate!" she burst into sobs. "I most certainly do!" Violet protested. "Amber! I need someone to be there when I get home! Someone I can talk to!" "You sure?" Amber sniffed and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. "Amber, a new job and more money doesn't mean I won't need friends," Violet said and squeezed Amber's hand. Chapter 3 "Oh, no, Anthony's not in today, it's his day off," the salesman smiled apologetically. He wasn't going to let a possible six thousand dollar sale slip away from him again. "Will he be in tomorrow?" Violet asked. "I don't know, I'm not sure really," the salesman lied. "He's at lunch, he'll be back in about forty minutes," Sara said out loud as she walked from the loading dock where she'd been enjoying her occasional cigarette. She didn't know why she didn't just quit; she only smoked two or three a day. "Oh," Violet said and glared at the salesman, who instead of being embarrassed at being caught in a lie, was busily glaring at the cashier. "Come on, we'll pick out your furniture while we wait for Anthony," Violet said to Amber and the pair wandered around the store. "She's back," Sara nodded with her head toward the chubby chick that had given him such a tremendous push in commission points last week and Anthony smiled a genuine smile when he saw Violet. "Hello," he smiled and she smiled back. "She needs a bedroom suite," Violet said simply and Anthony watched another seventeen hundred dollar sale fall into his lap. "You want queen or full?" Violet asked as Anthony was writing up the ticket. "Um, I don't know," Amber said, not sure of which was better. "Well, mine's a queen," Violet said to give Amber a point of comparison. "Oh, I don't need one that big," Amber said. "Oh, and I do?" Violet said in mock anger. "With my big old butt, you mean?" "No, no, I didn't say that!" Amber laughed. "It's in case, you know, you have company," Violet whispered to Amber. Anthony was hoping he could be that company; Amber was his kind of woman. He loved the bone thin look in his women. Her big nose was a little bit of a turn-off, but other than that, she was perfect. He covertly admired her slim waist and nicely rounded ass). Slap Violet's tits on her, and Anthony would have proposed marriage on the spot. ---- "And we can have it delivered Friday night, okay?" Sara asked as she totaled the ticket. "That long?" Amber asked, slightly worried about another three nights in Violet's bed. In answer, Violet touched Amber's hand. "Caught it yet?" she quietly asked. Sara smiled as the two women shared a laugh and asked for Violet's ID as Violet tore the check out of the book. "Well, Happy early Birthday," she said and slid the driver's license back. "Thanks," Violet smiled and put her identification away. "No way!" Amber said, mouth open in surprise. "When's your birthday?" "Tomorrow," Violet said. "Mine too!" Amber squealed. "Well, Happy early Birthday to you too," Sara smiled. "Thanks," Amber shrugged and looked at her roommate. "So, um, what you want to do for our birthday?" she asked. Violet looked at Sara and cocked an eyebrow. "Do you work Saturday night?" Violet asked the young woman. "Saturday? I get off at five," Sara said and swallowed, a little nervously. "Cake and ice cream at our place, seven o'clock," Violet said directly to Sara. "I'd really like it if you could come." "Got your address right here," Sara said and smiled while blushing hotly. ---- "I cannot believe you asked her for a date!" Amber said for the hundredth time as they drone back to the apartment. "Truthfully, I can't either," Violet laughed. "But you have to admit, she is pretty cute." Chapter 4 Amber slipped the two men a ten-dollar bill each when they delivered the furniture. She wore a tank top that had been cut to just under her small breasts and a pair of cut-off jeans shorts, and Violet stood just behind her in a tight tee shirt over her ample breasts and a pair of gym shorts. The men didn't complain about the stinginess of the tip as they thanked her and left the apartment. "We have to put it together?" Amber wailed. "I don't know how to do that!" "Who do you thick put everything else together in this apartment?" Violet laughed and began cutting boxes open. ----- Amber knelt on the floor, resting on her elbows and read the directions aloud to Violet. Violet tightened the screws for the chest of drawers and looked over to ask Amber for the next step. "Damn it, Amber, go put on a shirt, please," an exasperated Violet complained. Amber's small breast hung down completely exposed by the loose top. Violet had an unobstructed view of Amber's small nipples and pale mounds. Amber sat up and looked at her shirt. She looked at Violet, smiled mischievously and quickly lifted the hem of the top and flashed her 30A-sized tits at Violet before bounding to her feet and disappearing into the closet for a longer shirt. "Tease," Violet smiled as Amber came back out and again bent to the task of reading the directions. "Attach the locking mechanism to the bottom shelf, then lock the door into place with the screwdriver included in the pouch," Amber intoned. "There, how's that look?" Violet asked and began to pull the long dresser box over to the opposite wall. "Wow, That's great!" Amber said. "But, um, shouldn't we put the bed together next?" "No, I need as much room as I can for putting this thing together; the bed would be right in the way," Violet explained. "Why? Do I snore? Is that why you need your own bed?" "No," Amber giggled. "I thought you might be tired of MY snoring." "Not yet," Violet admitted. (Her first lover, Scarlett Ubelhorn had snored lightly. Violet missed laying next to her and listening to the sweet, rhythmic breathing. Amber's snoring was a few decibels higher than Scarlett's, but it was strangely comforting to the lonely girl.) ---- Scarlett sat and listened as Grant, or was it Brent, went on and on about some stupid hunting trip he'd been on in the Glacier park. According to the On-Line dating service, she and Brent, or was it Grant, were a twenty-point match out of thirty points. "What do you expect for a free service?" she asked herself out loud. She looked at her wristwatch, not bothering to be discrete, but Grant or Brent didn't' notice. She saw the date in the little window and burst into tears. She had forgotten Violet's birthday two days earlier. "Oh, no, no!" Brent or Grant protested. "The cub wasn't harmed at all!" "Look, this isn't going to work, okay?" she said and got to her feet and left the coffee shop they'd agreed to meet at. "Thanks for the coffee, have a nice life, okay?" ---- "Thank you so much," Amber enthused and hugged a very sweaty Violet. "Don't, please," Violet protested and lightly pushed herself away from Amber. "Sorry," a subdued Amber said and looked down at the floor. "I'm all hot and sweaty and I stink," Violet said gently, trying to explain why she pushed the other girl away. She hurriedly entered the bathroom, adjusted the taps and stripped off her sweaty clothing. "And I am so fucking horny I could pop!" she said to herself as she used the hand held shower nozzle to masturbate with. Amber waited patiently until Violet came out of the bathroom. "How about now?" she asked Violet, who was brushing her damp hair out. "Huh?" Violet asked. "Can I hug you now?" Amber asked and before Violet could answer, Amber hugged her friend. "Don't hug me too much," Violet said after a minute. "You are going to pay me back for that stuff." "Damn it!" Violet heard from the other bedroom a moment later. "What?" Violet asked, putting her cell phone back in her purse. Scarlett had left a long, rambling, sobbing message; it almost sounded as if Scarlett was drunk. "I don't have any sheets!" Amber complained and appeared in Violet's doorway. "Well, you have two choices," Violet smiled. "Either get in your car and go to Wal-Mart or get in bed." She flipped the comforter back and smiled as amber disappeared, then reappeared a moment later, dressed in her pajamas. On the outside, she was smiling, but on the inside she was hurting. She still loved and missed Scarlett; rarely drew a breath without thinking about her. The message had been an apology for forgetting Violet's birthday. Amber watched as her roommate knelt down by her side of the bed. "I haven't forgotten yours," Violet thought and let a tear trickle down. "April first." "Dear God, please help my friend find what she is looking for, even if it isn't me," she prayed. "What are you doing?" Amber asked. Violet opened her tearing eyes and looked at Amber. "Praying," she whispered, afraid of speaking too loudly, lest her voice crack and her anguish be evident to Amber. She did not want to have to answer any questions. Amber shrugged, then got out of bed and knelt by her side of the bed too. If praying worked for Violet, who was she to argue? "Um," she said after a moment. "How do you pray?" "I generally thank God for a wonderful day and if I need anything, I ask him for it, if He thinks I need it too," Violet smiled despite her pain. "But suppose it's been a horrible day?" Amber whispered, afraid God might overhear them. "No day is a horrible day," Violet said. "You can always find something to be grateful for. A nice soft bed, good food, someone's smile." "You're right!" Amber said and smiled and closed her eyes to pray. "Or a lover that calls and tells you she's sorry she forgot your birthday," Violet thought. "At least she called." Chapter 5 Scarlett took another sip of the horrible tasting whiskey and shuddered. Alcohol and self-pity mix very well, producing even more depressive thinking. Finally, the alcohol won out and Scarlett curled up on the couch and slept. ---- Amber's snoring filled Violet's ears and she slept soundly. ---- "Maybe I should go over there," Scarlett thought to herself as she vomited into the toilet. "Tell her I'm sorry, it's all a big mistake." Unused to alcohol and therefore unused to hangovers, Scarlett was fortunate to be able to make it to the bathroom. She wasn't going to be able to venture much further than that for much of the day. With a groan, she remembered she had another date that afternoon, to go to a University of Georgia basketball game. She hoped that free Internet dating service had done a better job this time. ---- "Two hundred thread count is the smallest I'd go," Violet said as Amber dressed to go shopping for a set of sheets. Four hundred is even better, that's what I have. "And make sure to get a mattress pad." "Sure you won't come with me?" Amber begged. "The cake's not going to make itself," Violet smiled. She recognized that it had taken some minor miracles for Amber to go from being uncomfortable around her to wanting her company. "But first things first," she thought as the door closed behind Amber. It had been six long nights without being able to watch any pornographic dvds, Amber was always there and Violet knew the movies would just make Amber uncomfortable or worse yet, nervous around Violet; so she simply waited for an opportunity like this one. 'Lesbian Leather' flashed on the screen of the television in her bedroom. Violet struggled out of her jeans and underwear. She pulled her tee shirt up and began the delicious task of pinching her nipples to hardness. She placed the alligator clips on the hard nubs and groaned as her first orgasm rippled through her. On the screen, the leather-clad dominatrix was binding her female slave to a four-poster bed. Violet lightly stroked her finger up and down her dripping wet slit, remembering a time that Scarlett had tied her to her bed and blindfolded her. Scarlett had mercilessly teased Violet, pouring honey on various parts of her body and then slowly licking it off of her. "Oh, shit!" Violet cried out and shuddered in another orgasm. She dug two fingers into her wetness, and then lightly drummed her thumb against her clitoris. On screen, the brunette dominatrix bound the slave's breasts. Violet thought briefly of submitting to Scarlett, of letting her bind her breasts tightly, of letting scarlet lightly slaps the straining flesh. "Oh, shit!" she grunted and clenched her teeth tightly as a powerful orgasm rippled through her from her toes to the roots of her hair. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 05 She felt another twinge ripple through her dripping wet pussy when she removed the tight nipple clamps and she smiled weakly. She licked her fingers clean of her juices and layback to watch the ending of the vignette on the screen. The dominatrix squatted above the slave's face, roughly shoving her very hairy pussy onto the slave's eager tongue and lips. "Assume the position," a blonde in an ill-fitting police uniform was telling a woman in obvious hooker get-up. The uniform's blouse stretched so eighthly across the large breasts of the blonde cop that there were gaps of flesh visible between the buttons. "Oh, please, don't arrest me," the hooker was begging. "I'll do anything!" The hooker was handcuffed, the police officer's Billy club sticking out of her hairless pussy, while she licked and sucked at the blonde bush. Violet had to laugh; the cop never took off the mirrored sunglasses, even though it was a nighttime scene. She did admire the leather bra and crotchlesss panties the 'police officer' wore. ---- Sara Beraducci knotted the bandanna behind her neck and admired herself in the mirror. Her thirty-four B breasts were clad in the bandanna, which she'd folded in half, corner to corner, then rolled. Then she put it behind her back, crossed it in front over her boobs, then crossed again and tied behind her neck. Her skirt was made of four bandannas she'd sewn together, then cut a circle in the center and sewn an elastic band in. The outfit left her twenty-nine inch waist and pierced belly button bare. If they wanted to see her butterfly tattoo, they'd have to ease the skirt up over her thirty-seven inch hips. The eighteen year old hoped that Violet wanted to ease her skirt up. She hated her hips; they were far too wide for her taste, but had noticed that Violet also possessed slightly wide hips. She combed out her long brown hair and decided to leave it loose. She normally wore it in a bun for work, but this wasn't work. She stomped her sandaled foot in impatience when she checked her watch. It wasn't even five thirty yet, and she was ready to go. She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and punched in the familiar numbers. She'd memorized Violet's phone number from the sales slips the beautiful blonde had filled out at the store. ---- "Hello?" an uncertain voice answered. ---- Violet sighed; there was her cell phone again. If it wasn't Scarlett wanting to talk, but not saying anything, it was amber asking her for her opinion on what color bedspread would go with pink sheets, or did Violet think blue would be better? But the last time she'd talked with Amber, she was on her way home for dinner, and Scarlett was supposedly on a date, one she'd volunteered to break for Violet. Violet didn't recognize the number. "Hi!" a cheerful voice answered. "This is Sara! Sara Beraducci!" "Hey," Violet smiled. "How's it going?" "Terrible!" Sara laughed, a cheerful bubbly laugh. "I am bored out of my mind!" "Oh?" Violet asked, uncertain of what to say or do. "Yeah, so can I come over now? I mean, do I HAVE to wait until seven o'clock or what?" Um, no, no you don't have to wait. I'm just cooking up a stir fry and Amber should be home any second now, so yeah, why don't you come over?" Violet smiled. "Stir fry?" Sara asked. "Yeah, you know, peppers and onions and shrimp and cashews and other stuff," Violet said and stirred with one hand while holding the cell phone with the other. "Yum yum," Sara laughed. "I'm on my way!" Amber Flung open the door and triumphantly marched in, several bags in her arms. "Ta Da!" she cried out. "Let's see what you got!" Violet smiled as she looked over her shoulder. Amber happily showed her the dust ruffle, matching pillow shams, reversible comforter new set of sheets. "Oh, shit, shit, shit!" Amber wailed suddenly. "What?" Violet said, alarmed. "I forgot pillows!" Amber wailed. Violet couldn't help but laugh out loud. "It's not funny!" Amber said, but had to smile at herself. Okay, but in the meantime, do you think you could stir this while I run and get dressed?" Violet asked. "My dates on her way over right now." "What's wrong with what you have on?" Amber asked while taking the wooden spoon from Violet. "Oh, please!" Violet laughed. "A grungy sweatshirt and gym shorts?" ---- She quickly stripped out of her sweatshirt and pulled on a red satin bra. Her gym shorts hit the floor and she pulled up her red satin bikini panties. She had toyed briefly with the idea of putting on the red thong, but decided against it. "My big ass, no one can see the thong," she thought as she pulled on the short-sleeve d sweater. A red and green plaid skirt completed the outfit and she put on a pair of patent leather Mary James and admired herself in the mirror that hung on the back of her door before leaving her bedroom. "You look so cute!" Amber enthused as Violet gently pushed her aside and quickly stirred in the shrimp. Amber rested her arm on Violet's shoulder and after a moment's hesitation; Violet put her free arm around Amber's slim waist. They stood like that for a moment, not saying anything. Chapter 6 Sara bustled quickly from the car to the front door of the apartment. The January wind was blowing cold and her coat was little protection from the twilight chill. She held the two gaily wrapped presents tightly to her chest as she quickly scanned the doors for Violet's apartment number. Amber jerked away self-consciously when a knock sounded at the door. Violet simply nudged the slender girl away with her hip and Amber trotted to the door. ---- "Hi!" Amber smiled happily as she ushered the pretty girl inside. In her sandaled feet, Sara and Amber were brown eyes to brown eyes. "Oh, you didn't have to do that!" Violet said as Sara handed her one of the packages. "Notice I didn't say that," Amber joked as she held the package Sara had given her. "Got somewhere I can hang my coat? Sara asked Violet. "Hook on the back of the door, Violet said as she bustled back into the kitchen. ---- "Oh wow, I love that!" Amber said and Violet assumed she was talking about whatever gift Sara had given her. "Um, that is um, quite an outfit," Violet said when she brought their dinner to the dining room table and saw the bandanna outfit that Sara was wearing. "Thanks, it pays homage to my Gypsy heritage," Sara smiled and twirled around playfully. "I love the belly button ring, did it hurt?"Amber asked. "I mean, I've been thinking about getting one, but it hurt like hell when I had my ears pierced, so I've been chickening out on that." "Didn't hurt as much as the nipple rings," Sara said and looked at Violet to see what Violet's reaction would be. As she'd hoped, Violet's eyes went immediately to Sara's bandanna covered breasts. "But the tattoo hurt the most," Sara went on, never taking her eyes from Violet. "Tattoo?" Violet asked. "What kind of tattoo you got?" "Butterfly," Sara said simply. ---- Dinner was a quick, easy meal with Violet and Sara getting to know one another better, but making sure that Amber never felt out of place or in the way. Finally, Amber offered to take the dirty dishes into the kitchen. "So, presents first, or cake and ice cream first?" Violet called out to Amber. "Presents," Amber said. "I don't have room for cake right now." "Really!" Sara agreed. "Do you always cook like that?" "You should see her breakfasts!" Amber said as she ran to her room to get the present she'd bought for Violet. "I hope so," Sara said and leaned over and lightly kissed Violet's pale lips. "Mm hmm," Violet agreed and discretely put her left hand on Sara's leg. Sara shivered in excitement. "You first," Violet insisted. Amber gasped as she opened the box to find a beautiful blue silk nightgown like the red one that Violet often wore. A matching silk robe also nestled in the box, as well as a set of silk pajamas, short pants and short sleeve top, also in pale blue. "Oh, wow, this is cool!" Violet laughed as she held the cordless drill and screwdriver set that Amber had bought for her. "This would have come in handy last night!" "That's when I thought of it," Amber admitted. "Thank you, " Violet said and squeezed Amber's hand. "Oh boy!" Amber laughed as she held up the large jar of M&Ms that Sara had given her. "I really didn't know what to give you, but I figured, 'what girl doesn't love chocolate?'" Sara said. "Oh, this is pretty!" Violet said as she looked at the round fishbowl with plastic flowers in it. "See, those are violets," Sara smiled. The candle in the center is a lavender, I couldn't find a violet scented one, but I figured the color was right," "You made this?" Violet asked. "Yeah," Sara said and smiled; Violet's hand was a little higher on her leg. "Let me go put this in my room," Violet said. "Oh, yeah, mind if I take a look around?" Sara said. "I mean, I know where you got your furniture, but I always love to see what people do with it, you know?" "Sure," Amber shrugged. I mean, my bed's not made yet, I just got the sheets today, but..." ---- "Mm hmm," Sara said when she made her way to Violet's room and flopped down on the bed. She stretched her hands above her head and grabbed the railings. "I always love looking at this bed on the sales floor, perfect for a little 'tie me up,' you know?" she said and looked up at Violet. "You're blushing! That's why you bought it, isn't it?" "Uh huh," Violet admitted. "Are you going to tie me up, and punish me? I've been very bad, you know," Sara asked and slithered off the bed and approached Violet. "Maybe, maybe not," Violet said and lightly raked her fingernails down Sara's stomach, a trick she'd learned from Scarlett. Scarlett would lightly rake her long fingernails over any exposed part of Violet's skin, slowly approaching an erogenous portion of Violet's flesh, then back off at the last moment, only to start the maddening ordeal all over again. ---- Joshua wasn't responding well to the fingernail rake. After a few moments of it, he took Scarlett's hand from his arm and gently but firmly put it in her lap. "Wait 'til half-time, okay?" he said and continued to watch the game. Conversations were grunts or one-word answers. At Half time, he dashed off to find the restroom. She was a little grateful when he returned with a large plate of nachos and two foaming cups of beer for them. The buzzer sounded and any attempts to communicate were again stymied. But his kiss good night did leave her a little weak in the knees. It started off softly then built in intensity and passion, until with a groan, he pulled himself away. "I better go, before I try to push it too far," he said and started down the stairs. "Call me?" she asked and his voice floated up to her as he agreed. ---- Kisses curled up and batted at a stuffed mouse that Violet had given her for Christmas. Scarlett thought briefly of calling Violet, but decided against it. Chapter 7 Both Amber and Sara burst into laughter as Violet exposed the cake to their eyes. She'd bought the 'Lips' cake pans on a whim, but it seemed to be the perfect cake for two girls celebrating there twenty first birthdays. She put two number '21' candles, one at each corner, and then clumsily tried to light the candles. Sara took the cigarette lighter from her hands. "Okay, make a wish," Violet smiled at Amber. "I don't know what to wish for," Amber admitted. "Wish for a job for me," Sara suggested. "Why, don't you like working at the store?" Violet asked. "Hate it, really," Sara admitted. "So much ass kissing going on, and since I don't kiss just anyone's ass," she said while covertly pinching Violet's ass, "They don't much care for me." "Well, you're in luck," Violet laughed. "There's two vacancies at Ubelhorn's!" "Come on, you're getting wax on the cake," Amber said and leaned to blow out her candles. "I wish my friends are all happy," Violet thought and blew out her candles. ---- Scarlett lay in the tub, lazily soaking in the bubbles. She felt a wave of contentment come over her as her fingers lightly traced the thin strip of black pubic hair that covered her labia. She stroked the puffy lips with her fingernails and shivered at the delicious sensation. She slowly brought her trailing finger ever closer to her anus, which was involuntarily clenching in anticipation of her entry. Sure enough, she pressed into her rectum, then groaned as she wormed a second finger deep into her anal cavity. She loved anal masturbation. She slowly, deliberately worked the two fingers in and out of her rectum, then added a third finger. She was so close to orgasm as her other hand scraped a nail over her swollen clitoris. We've got all night," she smiled and let the three fingers fall from her clenching anus. ---- Sara groaned as Violet untied the bandanna from her boobs and flicked a fingernail over one of the swollen nipples. Her gold hoops shone against her dark areoles, and Violet admired them for a moment, and then again flicked a fingernail roughly across the other nipple. Sara stood in front of the bed and moaned as Violet grabbed her two wrists and pinned them behind her back. Violet hungrily sucked one of Sara's nipples into her mouth, and then lightly bit down on it. "Yes," Sara hissed. "Harder, damn it!" "Violet did bite down hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, but Sara shivered in ecstasy. "Yes," she hissed again. And Violet released the right nipple to attach her teeth to the left nipple. ""Oh, yes," Sara groaned and Violet jammed her tongue into Sara's mouth. "Quiet, bitch," she hissed. "Don't make me gag you." ---- Amber sat in her room, one of Violet's pillows against the headboard, watching her television with the volume up slightly loud to drown out any sounds that might escape from Violet's room. She reveled in the feeling of the silk nightgown and shimmied a few times to feel the material rasp across her flesh. Her nipples hardened tightly and she took both hands and placed them against her boobs and rubbed harshly with the material. "Oh, damn!" she said. "No wonder Violet likes silk!" She cupped her pubic mound through the silk and groaned again as the sensuous material titillated her crotch with new and wonderful sensations. Chapter 8 Sara could taste the excitement in Violet's panties. "I told you to be quiet," Violet hissed in the girl's ear and lightly nipped the earlobe. Violet knelt behind the girl and eased the bandanna skirt down. Bent over at the waist, Sara gripped the footboard of Violet's bed, legs spread wide. Violet had taken the silk sash from her robe and tied Sara's lovely breasts tightly as they hung down. They were beginning to swell slightly from the interrupted flow of blood to them. Sara was in ecstasy. Her last lover had also been as sweet and loving as Violet, but had shown a delicious sadistic streak even she didn't know she possessed when Sara had come into her life. ---- Sara missed Jenny and Jenny's husband. Jenny would make Sara take Scott's cock up her ass, then suck his cock clean while Jenny tongued Scott's come from Sara's raw, gaping anus. To add a little more humiliation, Jenny would spit Scott's come into Sara's mouth. The worst was when she would fuck Scott, right in front of Sara, and forbid Sara the right to masturbate. ---- Violet spread Sara's ass cheeks wide and, even with the panties muffling her, could hear Sara's excited moans. "Oh, God yes!" Sara mumbled as Violet's hot tongue speared her anus. Violet rammed two fingers into Sara's anus and Sara slumped to her knees in orgasm. She struggled to hold onto the foot of the bed; Violet had said not to let go of it, but Violet had added a third finger and was ramming the fingers in and out of her painfully stretched anus. "Oh, shit, shit, shit!" she howled as best as she could with her panty gag and collapsed on the floor. "Mm, mm, mm," Violet chided the girl and rubbed her pussy hard against Sara's hip as she whispered into Violet's ear. "I told you, 'don't let go of the footboard,' didn't I?" Violet pulled her panties from the girl's mouth and sucked a kiss from the gasping girl. Sara's breasts rubbed against the harsh carpet and she was dangerously close to another orgasm. "Didn't I?" Violet asked and before Sara could respond sucked another kiss and then lightly bit down on her tongue. "Yes ma'am," Sara gasped and tried to reach for the footboard again. "No, no, too late," Violet chided. "Now, what do you think I should do with you?" ---- Sara found her feet spread wide and tied to the headboard, above her head. Her hands were likewise tied to the headboard. Her smooth pussy lips gaped open and Violet lightly raked a fingernail over the butterfly tattoo that seemed to rise out above Sara's hairless pussy slit. "Now, do I need to gag you again, bitch?" Violet asked and lightly slapped Sara's pussy mound. "Or do you think you can behave yourself?" "Oh, God!" Sara moaned loudly in orgasm. "I guess that's my answer," Violet said and found her panties on the floor. Sara meekly opened her mouth to accept them. Violet licked and sucked at the puffy lips of Sara's pussy and delved her tongue into Sara's stretched anus as well. Sara writhed as best as she could in the tight bindings as Violet's teeth pulled at her clitoris ring. Violet slid a finger into Sara's pussy, and then added a second finger. Sara was trying desperately to hunch into Violet's fingers, but Violet stopped, fingertips resting just inside the girl's opening. Her blue eyes looked into Sara's brown ones. She added her finger, just resting the tips inside of Sara. "Mmph!" Sara groaned as three fingers rammed quickly in and out of her pussy. She began to rock against the fingers again and again Violet stopped. Violet was slowly, deliberately driving her mad. Violet clumped her four Fingers together and rested her thumb forcefully onto Sara's clitoris. "Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Sara orgasmed as Violet fucked her fist in and out of Sara's overheated pussy. ---- She came to with Violet cradling her head in her lap, lightly tracing her fingers around her now unfettered breasts. "That was wonderful," she gasped up at Violet's smiling face. "Happy Birthday to me," Violet giggled and kissed Sara. Sara hugged Violet to her and they linked their legs together. Violet's coarse pubic hair thrust against Sara's smooth mound and Violet soon shuddered in a mild orgasm. For her part, while she was enjoying the contact, Sara's pussy was almost numb from the over stimulation of moments earlier, so she did not orgasm from the pussy-to-pussy contact. Chapter 9 Amber woke up to a light tapping at her bedroom door. There were delicious smells filtering in, and she groggily slid out of the bed and staggered to the door and opened it. Sara's smiling face greeted her. "Good morning, sleepy-head," she cheerfully said. "Breakfast." Amber staggered down the hallway to the dining room and sat at the table. Violet put a plate of crepes in front of her, along with a mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice. "Do you eat like this all the time?" Sara asked Amber as they dug into the fried apple and brown sugar crepes. "Every morning," Amber agreed. "And she makes us lunch, and you've already had her dinner, so you know what that's like." "Violet Smith, will you marry me?" Sara asked as Violet joined them at the table. "Uh uh!" Amber protested to Sara. "I was here first!" They laughed lightly and ate and talked lightly. Violet wore her usual long gown of red silk; Sara wore the red silk robe that went with Violet's gown. Amber wore her pale blue gown and robe. She looked, a little unsure, as Sara lightly stroked the material of her robe. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 05 "Silk is so sexy, isn't it?" she asked and looked up at Amber. When they finished breakfast, Sara went down the hall to Violet's bedroom. Violet hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do about the dirty dishes on the table, then got to her feet and followed Sara into her bedroom. ---- "Well, time to go home and face the music," Sara cheerfully said and began to dress again. Rather than go through the trouble of rolling the bandanna, she just folded it in half, corner to corner and knotted it over her breasts. Then she worked it around so that the knot was in the back. The loose corners pointed downward and fluttered loosely. "Face the music?" Violet asked, concerned. They both looked down the hallway when they heard Amber's door shut. "Yeah, my mom doesn't like the fact that I'm bisexual, says I need to find a nice man, quit being such a slut and settle down and all that shit, ya da ya da ya da," Sara shrugged. "She just doesn't understand that every now and then, a girl needs a little pussy too." "Oh, um," Violet said, crestfallen. "What?" Sara asked, the easy smile fading from her face when she saw Violet's reaction. "No, no, it's nothing," Violet mumbled, close to tears. "No, What is it?" Sara asked, grabbing onto Violet's hand and pulling her to herself. "It's just that, you know, I thought you were gay, and um, that maybe you and I could, could, you know, we were..." Violet burst into sobs. "Oh, honey, honey," Sara cooed and held the crying Violet. "No, no, don't cry. I'm always available for a little fucking, okay?" : No, it's not okay," Violet sniffed. "I'm so sorry, Sara, I'm kind of looking for a soul mate, you know?" "And she's in the other room, pretending not to listen in on us,"" Sara laughed. "Amber?" Violet said, wrinkling her face up. "But she's not gay." "Might not be," Sara shrugged. "But she needs you. And that's what you need, is someone who needs you." With a quick kiss, Sara shrugged on her coat, grabbed her purse, and with a light giggle, was gone. ---- She lighted a cigarette the moment she stepped out of the front door and sucked in the menthol smoke. She took a few more drags of the cigarette before bracing herself for the wind that would be there when she stepped out of the enclosed hallway. The End of Scarlett and Violet 05 Scarlett & Violet Pt. 06 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 The bouquet of irises and balloons was waiting for Violet when she arrived for her first day in Human Resources. The card gave no indication of who had sent it. It simply said "Congratulations on your new job!" The pretty twenty one year old sat down at her desk. A desk. Not just a cubicle, but a desk. In an office. True, the room was only eight feet by eight feet, had her desk, her chair, and two small chairs in front of her desk and a computer. But it was an office. And a desk. She pushed her blonde hair back out of her eyes and turned the computer on. A quick search through the desk drawers while she waited for the computer to come up revealed all the usual amenities that come with an office; pens, a stapler and extra staples, a box of paper clips and a stack of empty manila folders. "How do you like it?" Violet heard from her doorway and looked up to see a smiling Amanda Peterson. It had been Amanda that had recommended Violet for the promotion from Data Entry clerk to HR. "They're beautiful, did you send them?" Violet smiled. "What? The flowers? No, no, I don't know where they came from," Amanda laughed. "No, I meant the office, how do you like the office?" "Love it, " Violet smiled, then lost the smile and motioned Amanda closer. The older woman took the two steps from the door to the front of the desk and leaned forward. "What do I do here?" Violet whispered. Amanda laughed, a rich laugh that made Violet smile in spite of her trepidation. "If you're anything like Naomi (the woman that had just retired) as little as possible," Amanda laughed. "No, actually, you do insurance, office presentations, that sort of thing." "Office." Violet asked, her blue eyes opening wide in apprehension. "Yeah, you know, go down to Joe's bar and grill and tell Joe's employees about their new insurance program, or 401 K enrollment plans, et cetera," Amanda said lightly. "Amanda, I can't do that!" Violet said in dread. "Oh, yes you can," Amanda smiled. "Don't worry, the first few times, I'll be right there with you, guiding you along. You'll be fine." Violet noticed that her computer had come up and rapidly typed in her old password and attempted to clock in to the Employee Time clock. Amanda watched, then smiled when the computer monitor flashed that this was inaccessible. "You're salary now, honey. You don't clock in anymore," she smiled and left the office. Violet sat and fidgeted for just over a minute, then got to her feet and found Kenneth West's office. ---- The lanky African-American was her new supervisor; he smiled up from behind his desk and quickly exited the web site he was cruising before she noticed what he'd been looking at. It was his favorite site, showing large black cocks splitting open blonde pussies and squirting copious amounts of semen over large breasts and smiling faces. "Good morning, Mr. West," she said in her soft voice. "Nah, nah, none of that mister stuff, I'm Kenneth," he smiled. He was very glad that Amanda had recommended Violet Smith to fill in Naomi's vacancy. Most of the HR people of Ubelhorn & Associates were in the late forties to early sixties. The few women that were in their twenties and thirties were militant feminists, Amanda included, and felt that dressing in any way that was fashionable or feminine was demeaning. Violet, with her large breasts (she was extremely uncomfortable in her forty double D sized bra and nicely rounded backside (she hated the Plus-Size panties she was forced to wear) and lacy, frilly blouses and skirts would be a welcome sight to look at. When he did look above her large breasts, he liked her shoulder length blond hair, round face, pouting pink lips and light blue eyes. When she smiled, she revealed small white teeth and she blushed a light pink very easily. He knew he wasn't as well endowed as the actors depicted on his favorite web site, but he could very easily imagine he and Violet engaging in some pretty hot action. "Um, okay, Kenneth, I'm bored. Amanda says I do insurance, so I need to know how to access that information," Violet said and stepped into the office a few feet. "Hot damn! You mean to tell me we got someone that WANTS to work?" he laughed and opened a desk drawer. He pulled out a folder and handed it to her. He did not stand; the last images he'd been looking at on his computer had given him a noticeable erection. The black cock had been pushing its way into a tiny pink ass hole; the blonde's face was contorted in agony. "Access code is 'IP 2009' from the main page," he said. "This is a new proposal for Garden Restaurant, they're thinking of going with a new provider." Violet returned to her office and accessed the Insurance Package page. She compared the old insurance program for the client, and then looked over the new program they were interested in. "This can't be right," she said aloud, then pulled up the old package again. From there, she accessed the payroll for Garden Restaurant and noticed that they'd been delinquent several times in the past year. She printed up the payroll records and a comparison sheet of the insurance plans. She then walked back down to Kenneth's office. The MPEG was showing the blonde taking on three massive black cocks as they spurted their hot cream all over her breasts, face and pubic hair. He looked up in time to see Violet's large breasts approaching and immediately hit the ALT and TAB keys. She smiled lightly; she was a large fan of pornography as well, and now that she had her own office with some degree of privacy, she thought it would be a great time to see what lesbian pornography she could find on the Internet. "I don't understand why they want to go with this plan," she began and showed him how it raised the employee's deductibles, raised their premiums, and actually lowered their coverage. "It looks like the only person it benefits is the employer; his cost goes down," Violet continued. "God damn," Kenneth muttered, and then quickly looked up to see if she'd heard him. "Exactly," Violet smiled, although she was also blushing. "What's this other stuff?" he asked, nudging the payroll history. "Their payroll history. They've been delinquent in depositing the cover for their payroll eleven times out of the last twenty six payroll cycles," she said. "I really don't think their employees would go for this insurance package and I don't know if it's my place to say anything, but I really don't believe we should continue to provide services for Garden Restaurant." "Not if they're going to play games like this," Kenneth agreed and punched in Gustav's extension. ---- Gustav Ubelhorn, Junior was a German immigrant. He'd come to America nearly twenty years ago, with his mother and his infant daughter. His mother, Quan Xi, was the result of a South Korean prostitute and an African American soldier. When she was eighteen, quan Xi had traveled to Germany. Broke, hungry, and not knowing the language, she reverted to her mother's profession. Gustav Ubelhorn had been her one and only customer, a fifty three year old lifelong bachelor. He fell in love with the diminutive girl and they were wed. He died of a massive heart attack a couple of months before his son; Gustav Ubelhorn, Junior was born. The only work Gustav could secure in their new country was as a bookkeeper for a small Mom and Pop operation in Atlanta. He noticed that the Mom and Pop operation had a payroll management company take care of their payroll and their insurance needs. Within a year of landing in America, Gustav had his own payroll management company. He also noticed that a couple that lived in California, but had owned the apartment complex he and his mother and his daughter lived in it managed by a local company. He began to buy up properties and leased the management of these properties back to himself. Human Resources did the HR work for Ubelhorn & Associates and for many of Utah's clients. ---- "Yes?" Gustav barked into the phone. Violet flinched, even though she knew that the large man only sounded and looked fierce. She and Gustav's daughter, Scarlett Ubelhorn, had been lovers until just recently. But she still felt intimidated by him. Kenneth quickly relayed Violet's findings and her recommendation that U&A drop them as a client. "She's good, Ja?" Gustav smiled. "She's good," Kenneth agreed. "Okay, you want to call Sandy, or should I?" Kenneth looked at Violet. "Who's Sandy?" Violet asked. "Sandy's the owner of Garden Restaurant. He isn't going to be too happy when he finds out he's being dropped. "I don't want to call him!" she said, face a mask of fear. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm just messing with you. That's what we got Legal for; they'll take care of that," he said. Violet got to shaky legs; the thought of having to deal with anyone made her very nervous. She walked back to her office and let out a deep breath. "Hey, Violet, think you could take a look at this one?" Kenneth smiled and dropped a thick file on her desk. "Since you did such a good job with the other one?" She looked up at him and blushed hotly; he must have been walking right behind her the whole way back to her office, probably watching her very ample backside as she walked. Then she smiled widely. Obviously, she'd done a good job with the Garden file. Chapter 2 She waited by her car for her roommate, Amber Goldman. A moment later, Amber came out and smiled widely at Violet. Violet waved 'Hi' to Scarlett, who pretended not to see her. "So?" Amber asked excitedly as she buckled up. "How was your first day?" "Hectic," Violet smiled. "They've got me reading insurance plans, and I don't understand half of that stuff." Amber was a few inches taller that the five foot three inch Violet, with long dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, a slightly narrow face. She considered herself quite ugly because of her classic Jewish nose, but she was actually quite pretty. She had small breasts, a thin waist and narrow hips, the typical model's frame, and admired Violet's round, voluptuous figure. Scarlett smiled sadly as the two roommates drove out of the Employee parking lot. She wondered if Violet had guessed that the flowers were from her. ---- Once they were home, Violet quickly changed out of her work clothes and got comfortable in a sweat suit and began preparing their dinner. "Can I help?" Amber asked. "Um, no, not really, I'm almost done," Violet said and slid the small hamburger patties back into the quick gravy she'd made. "When the noodles are ready, so are we." ---- "Um, can I ask you something?" Amber asked as they finished their dinner. "Um, sure," Violet agreed. "Um, please don't take this the wrong way," Amber started off and Violet laughed, more out of nervousness than humor. "Well, when you start it off like that, it's kind of hard not to get defensive, you know?" she smiled. "Well, how am I supposed to say it?" Amber huffed. "I don't know," Violet shrugged. "I guess, just come out and say it, I suppose." "All right," Amber fidgeted for a moment, and then looked away from Violet. "Um, you know, I've um, never been around a lesbian before, so um." Violet sighed. She'd never been around a lesbian before either, but on Halloween of last year, she'd worn an Angel costume to work and Scarlett Ubelhorn had worn a Devil's costume. They'd gotten together, as friends, but before the night was over, they'd wound up lovers. Then, as their relationship deepened, Scarlett had become frightened, then abusive. Violet moved out, renting a two-bedroom apartment. Amber Goldman had answered Violet's ad for a roommate, even though just six days earlier, Violet had filed a sexual harassment charge against her, for sending her an unending stream of derogatory jokes, mostly about lesbians. "And I don't know what's appropriate and what's not, you know?" Amber said and looked down at the table. "What do you mean?" Violet asked, curious. "Okay, like, um, you know, the other night, when you helped me put all my furniture together and I hugged you," Amber said, quite agitated. "That's appropriate," Violet conceded. "But suppose I don't want to wait for you to put furniture together?" Amber asked, not looking at Violet. "What do you mean?" Violet asked. "Well, suppose I just want to hug you? Do I have to, you know, be all worried that it might be taken the wrong way and stuff?" Amber asked. "Well, when you're around your friends, do you worry about hugging them and it being taken the wrong way?" Violet asked in response. "No, not really," Amber said and traced patterns with her fingernail in the tabletop. "Amber, I don't thick I'll take a hug the wrong way," Violet smiled and patted Amber's tracing hand. "Oh, good," Amber let out a deep breath. Violet, even though she'd not known that she was holding it, also let out a deep breath of her own. "What else?" she smiled and Amber shrugged her shoulders. "Um, suppose I sometimes kiss you, you know, like on the cheek? Would that be like weird and stuff?" Amber asked and blushed hotly. "No, no, I thick that'd be nice," Violet admitted. "But if I accidentally, you know, um, accidentally got you on your lips instead, you wouldn't um, you know, think I was coming on to you, would you?" Amber asked, face blazing from her blush. "No, probably not," Violet agreed. "Now, if you shoved your tongue down my throat, then I might start to think you're coming on to me." "Gee, you think?" Amber laughed. "A little bit," Violet laughed as well. "Thanks, Violet," Amber said a moment later. "Amber, this is your home too," Violet said and began to clear the table. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible here." "Um, one more thing?" Amber asked. "Sure, what?" Violet said, pausing by the doorway of the kitchen. "If I say 'I love you,' you're not going to think I'm you know, um..." Amber asked. "Do you love me?" Violet asked, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, I kind of do," Amber admitted. "I mean, I really couldn't take another minute of living like that, and you come along and don't even think twice about it and just help me out and all..." Amber had been living in a desolate; roach and rat infested dump of an apartment. Even her furniture was ruined and unusable. Violet simply let the girl sleep in her bed until they got Amber her own bedroom suite. "Well, if you do, then say it let it go," Violet said. "I love you," Amber admitted and blushed hotly again and looked away. "Thank you, that's very sweet," Violet said. "I like hearing that, because I love you too." She stacked the dishwasher and started the machine. The leftovers were divided into two containers; one for Amber's lunch tomorrow and one for her own. ---- "You're going to bed already?" Amber asked as Violet entered her bedroom. "No, going to watch a little television, then I'll probably go to sleep," Violet said and prepared to close the door. "What you going to watch?" Amber asked and Violet realized the girl was lonely. She remembered when she too had been a Data entry clerk; it was very tedious, lonely work. You rarely had any interaction with the person sitting not even four feet from you, as they were busy doing the same thing you were doing and couldn't handle interruptions. "I, um, I was going to watch a movie or something," Violet blushed and admitted. She was going to watch 'Lesbian Fist Party,' and masturbate in the privacy of her room. She'd received a leather corset the other day, with 'O' rings to force her large breasts through, and her masochistic side was itching to try it on, to torture her breasts while she masturbated. "Oh really? What kind of...Oh!" Amber realized why Violet was blushing so hotly and blushed herself. "Um, okay, have a good night." "But we can watch a movie in the living room, if you want," Violet said and walked toward the loveseat. "I've got the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy, um, that 'Batman' movie, the one with George Clooney in it..." "Ooh, he's hot!" Amber said. "Yeah, he is," Violet, agreed. "Or I have that 'Crash' movie, the one where Sandra Bullock is..." "Oh, I haven't seen that one!" Amber said. And hour later, Violet felt Amber's head on her shoulder. A few minutes later, Amber began to snore, lightly at first, then a little louder. "Wake up," she said quietly and lightly jiggled Amber. "Huh?" Amber said and looked around. "Bed time," Violet said and turned off the television. ---- Violet masturbated with the hand held showerhead, and then finished her shower. Amber sleepily hugged her 'good night,' lightly kissed Violet's cheek, then wobbled into her own bedroom. Violet lay in her bed and relished the memory of Amber's hug and kiss, even though she knew that Amber meant in friendship only. Chapter 3 In the employees' parking lot of Ubelhorn & Associates, Scarlett watched as Amber and Violet pulled up in Amber's battered old compact. She felt the familiar lurch when she looked at the beautiful Violet; she missed her terribly. But she was trying to live life as a heterosexual. She pulled her long black hair back and slapped her hat on; steeling herself for the January wind. "Good morning," Violet and amber said pleasantly to Scarlett as they waited for the elevator. "Good morning," Scarlett said flatly, not making eye contact with either one of them. At the eleventh floor, Amber turned to Violet and kissed her quickly on the cheek. "Have a great day," she enthused and got out of the elevator. "Love you," floated back as the doors slid shut. Scarlett felt her insides turn to stone when another woman kissed her girlfriend. When the other woman said 'Love you," so casually and easily, she tensed, then turned back to the elevator. The highly polished steel doors showed her horrified reflection. She felt the tears coming on, but managed to turn away and retreat to her desk. She wanted to call Joshua and cry on his shoulder; but knew he wouldn't understand and most likely would get irritated with her for calling him at work. "No, but it's okay to call you if I want to fuck," she thought bitterly. ---- Joshua was very attractive, very sensual (when he wanted to be), but other than sex, they didn't seem to have much in common. He enjoyed her attention to his manhood, and didn't mind giving tit for tat. He also didn't balk at her suggestion that he use a condom as a few of her earlier relationships had. But if there was a sporting event on, he was more attentive to her large plasma television than he was to her. He was also pretty critical of her inexperience in the kitchen. She attempted once to fix smothered steak for a Sunday lunch; Violet made it look so easy, but had burned the meat to a crisp. He had not let her live that one down. She'd would have called Violet and asked her for tips on how to cook, but just the sound of Violet's sweet voice cut through her like a knife. Joshua was pretty surprised and shocked when she'd tearfully dragged him into her bedroom and forcibly shoved him onto her bed. After just a moment's hesitation, she guided the head of his cock to her anus and sat down on his cock. "Oh!" she shuddered through the orgasm. "Oh, God, that's good!" "Gee, you should fuck up your cooking more often," he said, spoiling the intimate moment. ---- Violet gritted her teeth as she studied the proposal she and Amanda would have to try and sell to a small natural remedies health foods store. It was a good plan, but it wasn't very cheap. She pulled up the payroll for them and smiled as she recognized Amber's service number in the corner. The average salary was just over ten dollars an hour; this plan would take a substantial bite out of that. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 06 She jotted out some notes and walked down to Amanda's office. Amanda didn't really want to look at it from the employee's point of view; their job, as far as she could tell, was to sell the programs and let others worry about the cost. But Violet persisted and she had to concede that Violet had a viable point. "You do realize that this means extra work for us, right?" she groused. "Extra work now, yes," Violet, agreed. "But it'll also mean more possible sales, and less work later on." ---- Violet smiled as Amber came out of the lobby and approached the car. "Tomorrow morning, you're on your own," she informed Amber. "I have to go to a breakfast meeting in Dunwoody." "You mean, I'll have to cook my own breakfast and everything?" Amber asked. "Afraid so," Violet said. "The meetings at seven thirty." "Oh, well," Amber shrugged. "And I really don't know what time I'll be getting to the office," Violet mused aloud. "Hang on, does this mean I'll have to fix my own lunch too?" Amber asked. "Yeah, probably," Violet said. "That's it! I'm not taking this shit!" Amber yelled. "I'm moving out!" "Over one breakfast?" Violet laughed. "And lunch too!" Amber yelled. "Don't forget about the lunch!" "Okay, okay, I'll make you a tuna fish sandwich before I leave in the morning," Violet laughed. "Tuna fish? Tuna fish?" Amber huffed. "You think I'm going to settle for tuna fish?" "Well, what do you want?" Violet smiled. "Nah, tuna fish's fine," Amber shrugged, then laughed as Violet slapped her arm in frustration. Chapter 4 Amanda pursed her lips as Violet approached her car. She was going to have to talk with Violet about the appropriate dress for these presentations. Violet was dressed in a lacy white blouse; the gauzy material accentuated her quite large breasts, pleated black skirt and black leather boots. Her blonde hair was held in place by two black leather clips. Her black leather coat was unzipped as she walked; Amanda had to admit that her coworker was quite attractive indeed. The employees of the natural foods shop also thought Violet were quite appealing. The dowdy looking Amanda, with her severe looking business suit and lack of make up won no points with either the males or females of the store, though. "Well, I know some of you are probably sitting there thinking 'Why should I invest my hard-earned money in to these mutual funds? Or into this insurance stuff?'" Violet said as Amanda finished the very dry introduction of what Ubelhorn & Associates was. Amanda fought down the groan; you never talk about cost, and you certainly don't talk about cost from the very start. "But if you follow the program that your employer has been selling for the last twelve years," Violet went on. Amanda was surprised; she'd hadn't bothered to find out how long the company had been in business. "You'll probably live to be about a hundred and four, a hundred and five," Violet continued, which got a good-natured laugh from the employer and employees alike. "And I don't know how easy it is for someone who's in their early hundreds to find work, but I can imagine, it ain't easy." "I'll promise you this, if I'm still alive, you'll have a job here," the owner interjected and Violet smiled to him. "So, you can either bank on Mr. Johnson still being around, and remembering that he promised you a job, or you can start to plan for that somewhat uncertain future," Violet smiled to the now smiling employees. "So, we gave you all a folder when we got here. IF you haven't already thrown it away, let's take a look at the first plan. You'll find it on the third page, the yellow one." ---- Amanda sat and watched as Violet signed up all of the employees and answered their questions and then thanked Mr. Johnson and they left the store at five minutes before nine o'clock. The store wasn't due to open for another five minutes; but Amanda had warned Mr. Johnson that the presentation and enrollment would probably last until ten, ten thirty that morning. "You signed up all eleven of their employees?" Amanda asked as she started her car. "Yes, I was supposed to, right?" Violet asked. Amanda decided she wouldn't talk with Violet about her clothing, or her selling style. She had figured they'd be lucky to sign up four or five of the employees. Chapter 5 Violet hummed along with the piped in music as she shopped for the groceries. She'd lost enough weight that she was wearing a pair of sexy shorts and a matching top, and felt comfortable into the outfit. She'd been watching her food intake, and had taken to walking up and down the stairs on her lunch break. At first, she was winded after just two flights of stairs, but now she could make it all the way down and back up from the ground floor. As a reward for losing another ten pounds, she'd bought herself the sexy outfit. She looked over; she couldn't help it, as a young Latina bent over to pick up a large bottle of baby oil. The girl's shorts, almost obscene in their skimpiness, a pair of cut-off low-rider jeans, displayed her light brown ass to Violet's gaze. The Girl, still bent over, looked over her shoulder at Violet and smiled an impish smile. Violet blushed hotly, but returned the smile. The girl straightened up again and lugged the very large bottle of baby oil down the aisle. With another look over her shoulder at Violet, she smiled and turned the corner. Violet snapped herself out of her reverie and resumed her shopping. "Ola. I love this time of year, don't you?" Violet heard a lightly accented voice from behind her as she waited in line at the checkout. She turned and was face to face with the latina. Violet smiled as the girl hugged the bottle of oil and a pack of disposal razors to her bare tummy. Her breasts were in a loose halter-top, but Violet could see that the girl's nipples were erect as they looked at each other. "Yeah, not too hot, not too cold," Violet agreed. "As soon as it gets like this, I shave my pussy all nice and smooth," the girl whispered, standing very close to Violet. Violet could smell the girl's sweat, and the sugar free gum she chewed. She held up the bottle of baby oil. "Then I have to smear this all over my nice smooth pussy, you know?" she went on. "That's a mighty big bottle," Violet smiled, even though she was sure she was blushing hotly. "Oh?" the girl smiled and looked at the bottle. "That's in case I have some help. We might not want to stop at the pussy, you know? We might want to get it all over, from head to toe." The cashier called out to Violet again and Violet hurriedly put her items on the conveyer belt. She smiled again at the young latina then pushed her groceries to her car. She was proud of her new car; it was a small sedan, good on gas mileage, and was still relatively new, being a 2005 model. "Nice wheels," Violet heard the light accent and looked over at the girl. "Thanks," Violet smiled. "Give me a ride?" the girl brazenly asked. "Where you headed?" Violet asked and slammed the trunk shut. "Oh, I don't know," the girl said and got very close to Violet. "Don't you want to help me with my pussy? she whispered. "Yes," Violet admitted. "Then let's go, amiga," the girl said and walked around to the passenger door. ---- Amber looked up from the movie she was watching and offered to help with the groceries, but Violet and Rosie had made very quick work of it. ---- Violet knelt on the floor in front of the commode and carefully snipped away at Rosie's profuse bush of black pubic hair. Rosie's arousal was quite evident and every now and then, Violet couldn't help but stop in her handiwork and suck a few kisses of the puffy pussy lips. Finally, the bush had been cropped down to patches of stubble. Violet warmed up a washcloth and held it to Rosie's crotch. Rosie humped her pussy against Violet's had and shuddered in orgasm. "Now the real fun begins," Violet whispered and tweaked one of Rosie's small nipples. She spread the cold shaving cream to Rosie's overheated pussy and used one of Rosie's disposable razors to scrape the stubble away. "No, now the REAL fun begins," Rosie declared and grabbed the bottle of oil. Violet carefully spread the large towel on her bed and Rosie gleefully scrambled up on it. Both thoroughly wet their hands with the oil and began to rub each other's skin with the slimy fluid. It became a race to see who could make the other come the fastest. ---- "Oh, amiga, that was good, si?" Rosie crooned as she languidly dragged a long fingernail along Violet's puffy pussy lips. "Si, amiga," Violet agreed and lightly pinched one of Rosie's nipples. "Oh, shit, shit, shit!" Rosie exclaimed as she looked at her cheap wristwatch. "What?" Violet asked, alarmed. "I'm going to be late for work," Rosie laughed, obviously not caring that much if she was late for work. "I'll take you," Violet said. "Where do you work?" "Tattle Tales," Rosie said and got to her feet. "Where's that?" Violet asked. "Off of Piedmont," Rosie said and slithered into her shorts. She put her halter top on and smiled as Violet dressed in her shorts and top and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. She blushed lightly as she had not bothered to put on either bra or panties. "Don't forget your baby oil," Violet said. "Nah, I'll get that later," Rosie said and hungrily kissed Violet. "Okay?" "Okay," Violet agreed. Amber didn't look up from the movie she was watching, but blushed hotly as Rosie and Violet left the apartment. Rosie gave directions and Violet pulled up in front of a seedy looking bar with a few cars in the parking lot. With a few more kisses, Rosie finally got out of the car and strolled to the door. The burly doorman smiled and opened the door for Rosie. Chapter 6 Rosie confided to Violet that her boyfriend had gotten her into dancing when they came to Atlanta, and then got jealous of all the men that watched her dance. "I finally told him, you don't like it, you can leave," she shrugged. "So he left. Good thing, I was really getting tired of sucking dick." ---- One night, Violet spent the night at Rosie's apartment; she could sense that Amber was very uncomfortable around the very loud and flashy Rosie. Rosie made Violet sit in the small, cramped living room and ran off to her bedroom. She returned a moment later, nude except for a large strap-on dildo she was sporting. She put one knee on the armrest of the chair Violet was sitting on and pressed the 'cock' to Violet's lips. "Suck my cock, bitch," she husked and roughly grabbed handfuls of Violet's hair. Violet did the best she could, coughing and gagging several times, as Rosie was none too gentle with her. "Come on, I want to fuck," Rosie said and dragged Violet into the bedroom. She pushed Violet onto the bed, and then roughly jammed the dildo into Violet's pussy as deeply as she could. "Damn, you got you some tight pussy," Rosie grunted and bit and chewed on Violet's nipples and breasts as she fucked the dildo in and out. Violet keened loudly as she orgasmed. ---- "I wish you could come see me at work," Rosie said as she poured them each a stiff drink of rum and cola. She demonstrated some of her erotic moves in the cramped kitchen of the apartment. She then rubbed her smooth pussy against Violet, then twisted around and rubbed her compact ass against Violet's bare leg. "Why can't I?" Violet asked. "I'm twenty one." "Yeah, but they don't let women in, unless they're with a guy," Rosie explained. "Well that sucks," Violet complained. "Don't y'all have a 'Ladies Night?'" ---- Rosie did ask Gil about having a 'Ladies Night' at Tattle Tales, but he didn't go for the idea. He did go for the idea of her doing a line of cocaine with him in the small office in the back. She was back the next night, looking for another line of that magic stuff and he smiled widely. Within a week, she was paying him a couple of hundred a night for the stuff. ---- Violet tearfully told the strung out girl she no longer wanted to see her. Several pieces of her jewelry had turned up in Rosie's purse. Rather than be contrite about it, Rosie became loud and accusing. "You got no right, looking in my purse, fucking bitch," she shrilled. Had Amber not shown up, glaring menacingly at Rosie over Violet's shoulder, it may have gotten physical. "I'm sorry," Amber said and kissed Violet's cheek. "I know you really liked her." Violet let her roommate hug her while she sobbed her bitterness and disappointment. True, the relationship hadn't even lasted three weeks, but it had been a happy, exciting three weeks. Chapter 7 One Saturday morning in late March, Violet was awakened as Amber quietly came into her room. "I don't feel good," Amber whined. "What's wrong?" Violet sat up, unmindful of the very sexy baby doll she was wearing. "I don't know, I just feel nauseous, my tits are all sore, and I just feel like crying," Amber said weakly. Violet pulled the girl into her bed and hugged her close to her. Amber didn't resist, just let her friend hold her tightly. Violet put her lips to Amber's forehead. "You don't have fever, so that's a good thing," she said. Violet almost laughed when she heard the snoring begin. "Can't be that sick if you can fall asleep that quick," she thought. She thought about the symptoms that Amber described and looked at the slight paunch in Amber's very slender belly. That could be from finally getting three meals a day, three satisfying meals, and not fast food crap. Or it could be from Victor, the stoner boyfriend that Amber had kicked out of their roach and rat infested apartment a few weeks before she came to live with Violet. Amber slept soundly, stirring only slightly when Violet pulled her trapped arm from underneath her. ---- "Wake up, sleepy head," Violet cheerfully said and propped up some pillows. Amber sat up and looked at the vegetable and cheese omelet that Violet had fixed for her. She fought down the immediate nausea and began to eat in small bites. "Try eating the toast first; carbohydrates help with nausea," Violet said as she reentered the bedroom, carrying her own plate. . Let's talk," Violet said as she slid back into bed and nibbled on her own omelet. Amber felt the blood drain from her face as Violet's pointed questions sank home. True, she'd missed a couple of periods, but as she had always been so irregular, she hadn't even thought about it. "Oh, my God!" she finally burst into tears. "What am I going to do?" "I think the question is 'What are WE going to do?'" Violet said quietly. "What do you mean?" Amber sobbed. "I want to help you," Violet said and blushed when a tearful Amber pressed her lips to her own. "I love you, Violet," Amber sniffed. "I love you too," Violet admitted. A Home Pregnancy test confirmed Violet's suspicions; Amber was going to be a Mommy. Violet gritted her teeth as Amber clung to her and sobbed. Violet knew Amber didn't realize it, but she had a way of hugging that mashed Violet's hypersensitive nipples and breasts. It was a delicious feeling to the lonely girl; but as she had been lonely for a few weeks now, she was torturing her nipples and binding her breasts when she masturbated, and Amber's hugs were driving her mad. Amber also did not just hug and release; she hugged for a long moment. Right now, as she sobbed in her fear, she was clinging very tightly to Violet. Violet knew as soon as she could excuse herself, she would have to pinch and twist her nipples and rub her throbbing clitoris to orgasm, most likely would have to rub herself to two or three orgasms. Chapter 8 Amber sat in the waiting room at the General Practitioner's office and tried to swallow her fear. Violet sat next to her and typed on her laptop computer. She had a presentation for an Automobile body repair shop for the next morning. She hated those types of settings; the employees were mostly men and most of them tried to very overtly sexual with her or were rude and condescending to her. "Ms. Goldman?" the nurse called out and amber turned to Violet. "Come with me?" she begged. "Okay," Violet agreed, although she really didn't want to. She knew that the nurse would want Amber to disrobe; it had been just over a month since Violet's last date. She was lonely, she was horny, and she was very attracted to Amber. Seeing her naked would only frustrate her further. "Um, which one of you is Amber Goldman?" the nurse said, a little confused. "I am," Amber said as they followed the nurse down a maze of halls. "Well, um, your friend can wait out in the lobby," the nurse offered. "No!" Amber shrilled, then calmed down. "I'd really like for her to be there, please." "Um, okay," the nurse said and opened a door and ushered the pair into a very small room. True to form, she handed Amber a paper gown and asked her to disrobe and put the gown on. Violet sat down on the only stationary chair in the room and busied herself with her laptop computer. Furtively, she snuck a glance at Amber's slender torso. Amber's thirty A cup breasts had swelled slightly, but they weren't quite B sized yet. Her bikini panties were the plain white ones, and her dark bush was visible through the cheap material. Amber steeled herself, and then slid the panties down and off. Violet blushed hotly, but quickly scanned through to the second page of the proposal she and Amanda would be presenting tomorrow. She wanted to pull Amber into her arms, to cup the slender buttocks, to kiss the girl's lips and to suck her tongue into her mouth. "The opening goes to the back," Violet said as Amber shrugged the gown on. "Oh!" Amber said, and then frowned. "Why?" "Beats me," Violet shrugged. "It does seem to make more sense that the opening would be in front, just to make it easier, but for some reason, they want it in the back." They sat and waited for several long moments. Finally, the nurse returned and took Amber's vital signs. "So, you're here for a general check-up?" the nurse asked. "No, ma'am," Violet interrupted, somewhat tersely. "When I made the appointment, I told the woman we're here for a pregnancy exam and referral to an OB/Gyn." "Oh!" the nurse said then looked at the two women. She lowered her voice slightly. "And how long have you two been together?" "We're not..."Violet started to say but Amber interrupted her. "A couple of months," Amber said. Violet looked at her roommate in surprise, but did not correct her. The nurse made a few more notes then left the room again. "She didn't mean how long we've been roommates," Violet said, a light smile on her lips. "I know what she meant," Amber said, blushing hotly. Several long moments stretched out in silence, then Amber looked up again. "I know what she meant," she repeated. "And it's all right with me if she thinks that we're, you know, 'together' and stuff." "It is?" Violet asked, surprised. "We're friends, right?" Amber said, blushing furiously. "And you've been there for me through a whole bunch, and never ask for anything back, and, you know what? I love you and it's all right with me if others think we're a couple, I don't care, you know?" She looked down, the blush never leaving her face. "Sometimes, I think we are kind of like a couple, you know?" She admitted quietly. "I mean, we're always together, we go to work together, come home together, eat dinner together, we watch TV, it's like we're, you know, together all the time, like a couple and stuff." "Yeah, I guess we are kind of like a couple," Violet said and smiled lightly. She continued to check the file on her computer. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 06 "Except I'm sure you'd get pretty freaked out if I wanted to fuck," she thought. "Damn it?" Amber thought. "What do I have to do? Put up a bill board?" The doctored came in, did a basic check of Amber, asked a few questions, then agreed to do a referral for an OB/Gynfor Amber. The two left the office after Amber got dressed. ---- "Lunch?" Violet asked after checking her watch. "I mean, by the time we get to the office, it'll be time to go to lunch anyway, you know?" Amber agreed and they went to a small Italian restaurant close to the doctor's office. The waitress was used to seeing homosexual couples and shrugged and seated them in an intimate booth. Violet thought to herself that she would have to remember this place if she had any dates in the near future. The lighting, the light music, the seating was all very romantic. Chapter 9 Amanda smiled as Violet lay the propositions before her and formulated a plan of attack. She didn't seem to notice, but Amanda offered no feedback or input at all. After planning to have Amanda pick her up at her apartment, Violet left the woman's office. Dinner was a quiet meal and Amber offered to take care of the dishes. Violet showered quickly, as quickly as she could while masturbating with the hand-held showerhead. She saw one of Rosie's disposable razors and debated for the hundredth time about shaving her thick blonde bush, but decided against it. She dropped the razor into the garbage when she got out of the shower. ---- Scarlett sighed as she debated on whether or not to call Violet. Joshua's number popped up, but she ignored the call and let it go to her voice mail. Let it join the other harsh, demanding, or apologetic messages already waiting for her. The tone of the message seemed to depend on how much he'd been drinking when he called. "Does your old man know you're a rug munching, pussy eating fucking dyke bitch?" he seethed into the phone. "Boy, I'll bet he's real proud of you, you fucking piece of lezzie shit." She gently stroked a petal from one of the roses in the bouquet of flowers Violet had sent her for her graduation. The card simply read 'Congratulations! You worked for it! Love, Violet.' That was just like Violet. She didn't even think about it, just put her stamp of love on everything she touched. The rich leather of the expensive attaché case was just another example of Violet natural thoughtfulness and generosity. Joshua had whistled when he saw the gift; he could recognize the money it must have cost. Her tears puzzled him and his discomfort at the sight of her tears steeled her resolve to tell him the truth. At first he was shocked when she admitted that she was gay, the gift and the roses were from the woman that she loved. As she rambled on, his anger grew, then after a few choice words, he slammed out of her apartment. From then on, his barrage of phone calls came, usually one an hour, sometimes two or three, as his drinking progressed. She started again to punch in Violet's phone number, but, with a sob, chickened out again. She screamed in frustration as Joshua's phone number popped up again and threw the cell phone across the room. It slammed into the wall and bounced to the thick carpet. ---- "Can I, um, can I sleep in here tonight?" Amber quietly asked her from the doorway of her bedroom. "Of course," Violet agreed as she looked up from her laptop. She shut off the computer and got out of bed to change into a less revealing set of pajamas. "Oh, that's a cute pajama set," Amber said as Violet opened her dresser drawer to fetch a less intimate one. It was a very short top that left her panties fully visible and a generous portion of her belly bare as well. Her pink nipples were visible through the gauzy material of the top and her blond bush and her puffy lips were visible through the translucent panties. The more weight Violet lost, the sexier she felt, and she loved buying the sexier, more daring sleepwear from the lingerie shop in the mall. Amber had put on a short pajama set. Her belly was beginning to poke out a bit, but she simply pushed the waistband of the pajama bottom under the bulge of her belly. She climbed into the bed and watched as Violet pulled out a longer gown. "Why are you changing?" Amber asked. "Well, I um, this is a kind of a revealing set, don't you think?" Violet blushed and stammered. "Oh, God, Violet!" Amber laughed. "Like I haven't seen it all before!" "Fine, if it doesn't bother you," Violet shrugged and climbed back into bed. "Hey, um, you remember when you um, you said it was all right to hug you and stuff?" Amber asked as Violet brought the remote control for her television out. "Well, yeah, we hug all the time," Violet agreed and found the early evening news. "And it's all right to kiss, you know, on the cheek and stuff?" Amber pressed on. "Yes, I kind of like that," Violet agreed and turned the television sound down a little. "I like it too," Amber admitted. "Good thing!" Violet laughed. "We do it all the time!" "I love you, Violet," Amber said, blushing deeply. "I love you too," Violet said and turned to face her roommate. She noticed the hot blush. "Why are you so flushed? Need me to turn the fan on?" "God, Violet!" Amber said loudly. "What do I have to do?" "What?" Violet asked, surprised at the outburst. "I love you, okay?" Amber said. "I mean, I love you, you know?" "You what?" Violet asked, shocked. "Oh, forget it!" Amber said, tears beginning in her eyes. She started to get out of the bed, but Violet gripped her hand and pulled her back. "Let me go, you big stupid dyke!" Amber yelled. "You mean, 'you love me,' like this?" Violet asked and jammed her fat tongue into Amber's protesting mouth. "Yeah, like that," Amber softly agreed after the kiss ended. "I love you like that." "Amber, you know I'm gay," Violet said and lay her head down and looked into Amber's brown eyes. "And I guess I'm gay too," Amber said and kissed Violet lightly. "Please, please, Amber, please be sure about this," Violet begged. "I've already had my heart broken once by someone that thought she was, then decided that she wasn't." "I could never break your heart, Violet," Amber said, hot tears coming to her eyes that Violet would even think that. "I mean, I'm already in love with you, and losing you would kill me, but if we become lovers and you leave me, I'll die for sure," Violet confessed and tears came to her eyes as she thought about losing Amber. "You're already, how long have you been in love with me?" Amber demanded. "Since you sent me those flowers," Violet said and put her arms around Amber. Violet, I never sent you any flowers," Amber admitted. "You didn't?" Violet asked, mouth open in surprise. "You didn't send me a bouquet of irises and balloons, when I got promoted to HR?" "Nope," Amber said. "But I thought... And then you wanted to know if you could hug me and kiss me, and all of that?" Violet asked. "Yeah, I did all that, but I never sent you no flowers," Amber said. "But I'm going to start sending you them from now on. Every day, you hear?" "Oh, shut up!" Violet laughed. "That's too expensive and we need to save every penny we can for the baby!" The End of Scarlett and Violet 06. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 07 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 At nearly eight months of pregnancy, Amber Goldman was miserable. Normally quite thin, her joints ached from the extra weight she was carrying. The bulge in her midsection made it nearly impossible to get comfortable, especially at night. The bags under her eyes were testament to her sleeplessness. Yet, every time the baby kicked, she smiled happily. Violet Smith, her lover, shared her smile as she felt the kick and rubbed some more lotion on Amber's round belly. They kissed softly and Violet put the bottle of lotion on the nightstand. "Oh, no, missy!" Amber protested. "You're not finished with that yet! You promised me a back rub last night!" "I did not!" Violet laughed, knowing that Amber was lying through her teeth. "And a leg rub too," Amber went on. "You promised." "Amber, you are a big fat liar," Violet laughed, reaching for the lotion. Amber lay on her side; sighing and moaning as Violet vigorously kneaded her lover's tired and stiff back. She started at the shoulders, moving Amber's dirty blonde hair aside, and worked down the spine to Amber's slender buttocks. Amber yelped and laughed as Violet playfully slapped her left buttock. Amber stretched her nude form out on the large bed and sighed in contentment as Violet knelt between her slightly splayed legs and picked up one of her swollen feet and lovingly rubbed the lotion into her dry skin. Slowly, sensuously, Violet rubbed the calves, then the knees, then and the thighs. "Oh, Baby, that's so good," Amber groaned as Violet's fingers reached her hairy pussy mound. Violet lowered her head to the profusion of brown hair and sucked the puffy lips into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled at the swollen pussy lips for a moment, then found Amber's small clitoris and lightly bit down on the hard nub. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Amber grunted in orgasm. Finally, Amber gently pushed Violet away from her over-sensitive pussy and Violet walked on her knees to the head of the bed and lightly kissed Amber's smiling lips. Amber rolled over, trying to get comfortable. Violet put the bottle of lotion back on the nightstand, turned off the overhead light and stretched out next to her lover. Violet draped an arm over Amber's belly and Amber scooted her thin buttocks back until she felt Violet's thick blonde pubic hair resting against her backside. Violet pressed her lips to Amber's shoulder blade and kissed her. "Good night, lover," she said. "Good night, Baby," Amber mumbled, so close to the sought after sleep. "I love you." ---- The five foot, seven inch twenty one year old never thought of herself as gay; she never even fantasized about being with another girl. She had kicked her perpetually stoned boyfriend out just before Christmas last year, then couldn't stand living in the roach and rodent infested apartment for one more minute. Violet Smith, the pretty twenty one year old had just rented a two-bedroom apartment and needed a roommate. Amber knew that Violet was gay, but desperation drove Amber to rent the spare bedroom. She watched the five foot three inch blonde bring home a few lovers and felt a strange pang of jealousy. Violet wasn't brazen or militant about her homosexuality; quite the opposite. Violet was very mindful of her roommate's comfort level; choosing to go to her lovers' apartments whenever possible, and if her lovers were at their apartment, Violet was very discrete, did not display affection in front of her roommate. ---- One morning, Amber woke up feeling quite sick. She staggered into Violet's bedroom and Violet cuddled and comforted her. The discomfort wasn't an illness; it was a baby growing inside of Amber. Violet pledged her help and support and Amber knew that she would never turn her back on Violet, never find anyone that loved her as openly and as completely as Violet. She confessed her love and the two roommates became lovers. ---- The smell of French toast woke Amber from her slumber and she smiled happily as she got to her feet. Before she could waddle into the dining room, though, she urgently needed to scurry to the bathroom. ---- "Good morning," Violet smiled and put the plate of French toast in front of Amber, along with the bottle of warmed maple syrup. "You're the best," Amber said and looked up into Violet's pale blue eyes. "You are," Violet insisted and playfully tweaked Amber's large nose. Before Violet, Amber always hated her large nose, a 'classic' nose according to her mother (who had a nose job, thanks to husband number three). Violet somehow convinced Amber that it was actually part of her beauty. Violet somehow convinced her that ALL of her was beautiful. Amber had always felt that her thirty-two a cup breasts were woefully inadequate, but Violet, who possessed beautiful thirty-eight D sized breasts lavished much attention to the small breasts and small nipples. Violet lavished much attention to Amber's small hips and buttocks as well and slowly Amber began to see herself through Violet's eyes. She began to see that she was beautiful. Chapter 2 "See you tonight," Amber cheerfully said as she got off at the eleventh floor. Violet smiled and waved as the doors of the elevator slid shut and continued to the twelfth floor of Ubelhorn & Associates. "You are looking more and more beautiful every day," Lori, the bone thin red head said from behind the rotunda. Amber smiled in appreciation of the receptionist's compliment. "Thanks, but I don't feel very beautiful," she admitted and waddled past Lori. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Ubelhorn," Amber called out. Lori laughed happily. "It's not 'Mrs. Ubelhorn' yet," she called back. ---- Violet waited for her computer to warm up, and then busied herself with the next morning's presentation. She hated doing presentations at male dominated job sites; not because she was gay, but because of how sexist most male-dominated job sites tended to be. They were either too busy trying to hit on her or trying to intimidate her to effectively hear her presentation. She was planning on pushing mutual funds based 401K savings plan that would be of benefit to most of the thirty seven employees of National Repairs, an automobile body shop, but less than half would sign up, if her experience was any indication. She surprised herself by finding out that she, as terminally shy as she was, had a real knack for doing these presentations and a real flair for anticipating the questions and concerns of the average Joe. ---- Amber's desktop alarm went off, alerting her to her upcoming appointment with Andrew Darrow in Ubelhorn & Associates' legal department. ---- Andrew Darrow groaned inwardly as he watched the mpeg; the man's large fist was disappearing into the splayed, stretched pussy and, although the sound was turned down, her moans could be heard. Whether they were moans of pain or pleasure was not obvious to Andrew, but he liked to imagine they were moans of pain. He liked to imagine it was his hand and the pussy was that of his first, second, or third wife. Wife number one and two lived off of his alimony checks, while wife number three still wore his wedding ring, and did her part to siphon the rest of his meager salary. He sighed as the mpeg came to an end, and then brought up his next favorite mpeg. The attractive blonde clenched her eyes shut and bravely opened her mouth for the stream of acrid piss that spurted from the large cock. Andrew liked to fantasize about doing this to his wives. Actually, he imagined doing this to almost any female he came in contact with; he was a true misogynist. Raised by a single mother, beaten almost daily for any number of reasons, being told daily that he was filthy and disgusting simply for the sin of being a male. As a result, he was cowed by women, afraid of them, was easily manipulated by them. He also held a large degree of animosity toward them, but lacked the courage to ever do anything about it. A knock at his door told him that his ten thirty appointment was there and he quickly shut down the video display and barked out for the visitor to enter. He listened as Amber Goldman explained the purpose of her visit, pursed his lips and finally asked a few questions. "But what of the father?" he asked. "I don't know who the father was," Amber lied. She had no desire to allow Victor any contact with her child. Andrew knew it. The slightly attractive girl was nothing but a fucking whore, sleeping with anyone that had a cock. "I was raped," Amber lied. Andrew felt his cock begin to swell at the thought of frightening this girl, slapping her, making her suck his cock, all the while fearing his anger if she failed to please him, then kicking her onto her back and plunging his hard on into her dry pussy. "Yeah, but I didn't bother going to the police," Amber said, feigning a sob. "You know how they are, act like it's your fault, like you asked for it or something." "Parents?" Andrew dared to ask; afraid his voice would give away his excitement. "I've never known who my dad was, just that my mom got a check from him," Amber said truthfully. "And as for Mom, she doesn't want a damned thing to do with me or with the baby. "Fine, fine," Andrew huffed and began to search his database for the correct documents. His gay assistant (no female worked for Andrew Darrow for longer than two months; his constant bullying of them drove them to quit) witnessed the signatures and put his own signature and Andrew promised to have the documents filed ASAP. As soon as the door shut behind her, Andrew logged onto the Internet to search for pregnant bondage and torture pornography. ---- Violet smiled happily as Amber stuck her head into the small office. "Hey! What brings you up here?" she asked. "Had to see Mr. Darrow about some stuff," Amber said. "But just wanted to stick my head in, say 'hi' before getting back downstairs." Violet wrinkled her nose in distaste; Andrew Darrow's hated of women was a thinly disguised secret among the females in Ubelhorn & Associates' Human Resources Division. She'd had one run-in with him and he had threatened to quit and to bring a lawsuit against her. Thankfully, Kenneth was able to placate both parties. Violet made a point of steering clear of the fussy little man whenever possible. "Is he always so 'friendly?'" Amber whispered to Violet. "Yeah, 'Friendly,' that's the word I'd use to describe him," Violet smirked. "Okay, I was beginning to think it was me," Amber said, then with a wave, left Violet's office. Chapter 3 "Baby, baby, wake up," Amber was saying. Violet came to and turned on the light. Amber was clutching her belly and groaning. "Baby, please wake up!" she cried out and doubled up in agony. "I'm here, sweetheart," Violet said and clutched Amber's hand. "Baby, I think she's coming!" Amber grunted and was again gripped by the shooting pains. "Are you sure?" Violet asked. The baby was not due for at least another month. Almost as if to answer, Amber's water broke and amber howled in absolute pain and terror. Okay, okay, let's see," Violet was mumbling to herself as she hurriedly dressed. "Call Doctor Fizelah, go to Piedmont, what's Doctor Fizelah's phone number? "Number four on your speed dial," Amber sobbed as Violet helped her pull her sweat pants up. "Why do babies come in the middle of the night?" Violet asked as she supported Amber as they walked as rapidly as they could to the door of the apartment. ---- "You look like a doctor," Amber smiled despite her tears, as Violet, now dressed in scrubs, blonde hair stuffed inside of a surgical net, appeared in the cramped delivery room. "And you look like a mommy," Violet laughed and clutched her lover's hand. The nurse's aide noticed that Amber's blood pressure was dropping very rapidly and alerted Doctor Fizelah to this. Doctor Fizelah barked some orders to the nurse, who scurried away and returned a moment later with a vial. Doctor Fizelah broke the seal with the needle of a small hypodermic syringe. Amber felt light-headed. The pain in her belly was lessening; she could barely feel it anymore. She could barely feel Violet's hand in her's anymore. (The nurse had shoved Violet away so that they could work on Amber.) She turned to say something to her lover and saw the absolute fear and terror in her lover's eyes. She smiled, trying to reassure Violet; the pain was gone now, there was nothing to worry about. She saw Violet's lips move, but heard no sound. "I love you," Amber said and closed her eyes, a smile on her lips. ---- Lili Marie Goldman was a scrawny four pounds and four ounces and thirteen inches long. She had her mother's classic nose and her father's deep brown hair. Violet looked through the glass at her as she slept in the small incubator. "You are so beautiful," she whispered. As if Lili could hear her, she opened her light brown eyes and looked at Violet. ---- Toxic Anemia. Violet had never heard of it and looked it up on the Internet. A simple blood test would have detected it in the pregnant girl, and a simple prescribed medication would have helped her immune system beat the toxic levels of white blood cells that were attacking the iron rich red blood cells in her body. But because her insurance did not require her health care provider to test for it, it was never discovered. Chapter 4 Amber's mother put on quite a show at the funeral home, sobbing and weeping loudly and clinging to anyone that was foolish enough to come within her grasping reach. Amber would have been pleased with the number of friends she had in attendance, and the number of Ubelhorn & Associates employees that took the day off to attend her funeral. Mr. Gustav Ubelhorn gave a brief but heartfelt eulogy to an employee he'd had for less than a year, but would be missed and would be difficult to replace. Amber would have also been pleased with the simple headstone Violet ordered. *Amber Michelle Goldman Beloved mother and friend. 1987-2008. * Violet very firmly told Ruth Lassen Goldman Steinman Rosenberg Iselhoff that she was welcome to Amber's furniture and clothing, but any jewelry or other keepsakes would be held for Lili Marie Goldman, Amber's daughter, and that Ruth could come pick up the furniture and clothing when she paid for her daughter's funeral. A very bitter Ruth Lassen Goldman Steinman Rosenberg Iselhoff stomped to her Mercedes-Benz and returned to Miami and began to search for another husband. Chapter 5 After nine days, Lili was released to violet Smith, named by Amber Goldman as Lili's guardian, should anything happen to amber. When Andrew had plopped the file on Violet's desk the day after the funeral, even he was touched by Violet's gut-wrenching sobs. "I guess we'll have to term it 'paternity leave,'" Kenneth had shrugged when Violet came to him about taking some time off. "I mean, we can't call it 'maternity leave,' can we?" That was the first smile Violet had felt in a few weeks; Kenneth's obvious confusion and trying his best to be 'politically correct,' even when it really wasn't called for. ---- Three weeks into her 'Domestic partner' leave as they'd finally filed it, Violet heard a soft knock at her door. Lili was sleeping in her crib, her little belly full of formula and her diaper nice and dry. As quietly as she could, Violet went to the door and peeped through the peephole. Scarlett Ubelhorn stood nervously on the doorstep, the baby gift in her hands. The wrapping paper was already wrinkled from Scarlett's constant fidgeting. "Hey, baby's sleeping," Violet smiled and quietly said as she opened the door and ushered Scarlett inside. "Aw!" Scarlett oozed and aahed over the sleeping baby and Violet felt something akin to maternal pride as Scarlett praised the child. ---- "How have you been?" Scarlett asked as she sat on the small leather loveseat in the cozy living room. Violet paused a long time before answering. She looked at the five foot four inch girl, her former lover and best friend, and couldn't form a rational thought. "I don't know," she finally admitted. "Losing Amber still hurts so much I can't even think sometimes. Lili's up constantly, needing to be fed, needing to be changed, and needing to be held. Don't get me wrong, I love her with all my heart, but I'm worn out." Scarlett nodded her head in understanding. "Need to get away for a few hours?" she asked. "Yeah, I think I do," Violet admitted, then burst into tears at her own selfishness. "Don't cry, don't cry, it's all right," Scarlett crooned as she hugged the sobbing girl. "Grandmother sent me over to see if you needed a babysitter," Scarlett admitted. "She says she remembers how big a pain in the butt I was when I was a baby and how she had to pay people hundreds of dollars to baby-sit me for an hour or two so she could get away." Violet actually felt a laugh of relief bubble to the surface; Quan Xi, Scarlett's grandmother obviously knew and understood how overwhelmed she felt right now. "So, as soon as Lili's up, we'll drive out to Grandmother's house, and you and I will go and get manicures and pedicures, okay?" Scarlett bubbled. Scarlett felt a large weight lift from her heart. She had been so lonely these past nine months. Somehow, being in Violet's living room, being close to her former lover, felt right. ---- Grandmother, Quan Xi, beamed up at Violet and smiled and nodded as Violet gave very detailed instructions on the care of the baby and made sure to leave her cell phone number with Quan Xi and was still talking when Scarlett pulled her out of the house. "She raised my Poppa, raised me, and is raising Lori's kids; I think she knows what to do if Lili needs to be burped, or changed, or fed," Scarlett teased. ---- "So, who going to watch Lili when you go to work?" Quan Xi asked Violet when the two girls returned after three hours. Violet felt a terror grip her heart; she'd not even thought about what she'd do with Lili when she did return to work, but her leave was nearing it's end. "I watch baby if you want," she continued. "How much will that cost?" Violet asked. "I tell you what, I charge you what I charge Lori, you big time executive at Ubelhorn & Associates, you can afford it," Quan Xi said and smiled. "Um, okay," Violet, stammered. "Grandmother, tell her the truth," Scarlett laughed. "I charge Lori a big fat zero," Quan Xi laughed. "Think you can afford that?" "But, Ms. Ubelhorn," Violet protested. "Nah, nah, you call me 'Grandmother,'" Quan Xi ordered. "But Grandmother, that's not right!" Violet protested. "I need to pay you something!" "I tell you what, Scarlett say you real good girl, you say your prayers every night when you go to sleep, that right?" Grandmother asked. "Well, yeah, you're supposed to," Violet blushed. "You say a prayer for me, you pray every night that God always smile on me, okay?" Grandmother asked. "I can do that," Violet smiled and made sure that Lili was bundled up before she and Scarlett left the house. Chapter 6 "How's it going?" Kenneth asked as Violet returned the following Monday. In answer, Violet burst into tears. The thought of being away from the baby all day long was unbearable. The guilt at her own relief to be away from the baby was unbearable. She was torn and pulled in different directions and didn't know how to respond. Kenneth knew he ran the chance of being slapped with a sexual harassment lawsuit but did not give a damn about protocol or political correctness at that moment. He hugged the sobbing girl and patted her back until she stopped. As soon as he could, he dove behind his desk again. Scarlett & Violet Pt. 07 "I am so sorry," Violet sniffed. "I don't know what's wrong with me." "You've had a big loss, then had a bunch of responsibility dumped on you," Kenneth shrugged. "Bound to make anyone cry." "Thanks, Kenneth," Violet smiled. "Nah, nah, you really want to thank me, get to that stack of stuff on your desk," he said lightly. "Yes, sir," she said, and saluted him. ---- She looked up at her door in surprise; Scarlett stood outside, waiting. This was the third time this month she'd come home to find Scarlett hanging around. The two chatted lightly while Violet took care of Lili. Scarlett wrinkled up her nose as a diaper was changed and Violet had to laugh. "Yeah, it is pretty strong," she agreed. "I need to ask the pediatrician if there's a another formula she could be on, one that isn't so, um, rank." ---- Scarlett watched from the doorway as Violet prepared dinner. She happily agreed when Violet asked if she was staying for dinner. ---- As she sat at the dining room table, she felt overwhelmed with the memories of dinners past, when they lived together as lovers and often shared dinners. ---- Violet held Lili and fed the baby her bottle. She heard the front door shut softly behind Scarlett but did not look up. Later, she locked the front door, turned off all the lights, and gratefully put a sleeping Lili into her crib. A quick shower, and then Violet crawled into her bed, exhausted. Chapter 7 Scarlett sat at her desk and huffed in anger. Poppa had refused, once again, her request to be transferred upstairs to HR, telling her that he needed her too much at his personal assistant. Gary walked by and she smiled softly. He was such a shy, withdrawn man than the rarely ventured past his own cubicle, except to go to the bathroom. "Hi Gary," she said. "Where're you going?" "Upstairs," he stammered. "Um, you know Violet? Violet Smith?" "Yes, I know her," she said, the smile fading. "Um, well, um, when her, um, when Amber died, we've only been getting half the rent on her apartment," Gary whispered, leaning close so that no one else would hear them. "Let me handle that," Scarlett begged and Gary gladly let the boss's daughter have the paperwork. He hadn't wanted to say anything to Violet; confrontations of any sort were overwhelming to him. He kept hoping that Violet would sooner or later discover that the bill pay that Amber had set up was no longer sending in her half of the rent and she would just take it over. ---- ---- Hey," Violet smiled as she looked up and saw Scarlett's smiling face in her doorway. "Hey," Scarlett said and came into the small eight by eight room. "What brings you up to the HR Hell?" Violet asked and closed the Excel file she had been trying to make sense of. "Gary was on his way up, but I begged him to let me take care of it Scarlett admitted and put the paperwork on the desk. Violet read through it and her already pale face lost color. She logged onto the Internet and typed rapidly. "Oh, my God," she gasped. According to this, she was behind on her rent for two months. True it was only two months, and really, she wasn't behind, she was just delinquent on the total amount by half, but that bothered her. "So, he was on his way up to evict you, kick you and the Lili out on the street," Scarlett said glibly, as if it didn't matter to her at all. "He was not!" Violet giggled. "Yep, you know what a hard ass Gary can be," Scarlett went on. "Yeah, everyone's so scared of him," Violet smiled. "Oh, well, guess I'll have to put another note on the bulletin board for a roommate." "Don't," Scarlett said quickly. "I'll take it." "Scarlett, you already have an apartment," Violet reminded her. "Yes, but it doesn't have you," Scarlett admitted. They sat and looked at each other for a long moment. "Scarlett, are you sure?" Violet asked quietly. Scarlett got to her feet, closed the office door and tuned to face Violet. "Letting you move out was the stupidest thing I've ever done," she admitted. "Each and every single day without you kill me." "Scarlett, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship, not right now," Violet said and a few tears slid down her face. "Amber, I still miss her so much, I just don't know." "I'll wait, Baby, I'll wait forever," Scarlett said and knelt down in front of Violet. "I'm begging you, on my knees." "Get up," Violet smiled despite her tears. "Violet, as long as I can see your beautiful face every day, and hear your beautiful voice, I'll be happy," Scarlett admitted and let a few tears of her own fall. ---- At the wedding, one of Lori's sisters casually asked Scarlett when they'd see her walk up the aisle. For a moment Scarlett froze, then smiled happily and pointed to Violet. Violet was holding Lili in her arms and chatting with a co-worker. "That's the one I want to marry," Scarlett said with pride. "And as soon as they pass a 'Same-Sex' marriage bill, I'm going to beg her to marry me."---- ---- She'd swallowed her fear and went to Poppa's house. Even outside, she could hear the happy bedlam that was a normal evening at Poppa's house. Jake and Suzie were demanding Poppa's attention, and Lori was demanding his attention as well. "Poppa, I have something to tell you," she said nervously as they sat in his exercise room/home office. "Ja?" he asked and waited. "Poppa, I'm gay," she said and tensed up. "Ja, you and Violet, right?" he said and waited. "Poppa! You knew?" she asked, astonished. "Ja, I knew," he said and shook his head. Kids can be so silly; they think parents don't see, but they do. "And you're not mad?" she asked, still unable to believe that her father knew. ---- The DJ switched from the Hip-hop song and put on a romantic song. "Give Lili to Grandmother," Scarlett demanded. "I want to dance." And this, this is the end of the Scarlett and Violet Saga. *Author's Note: I am not gay, but have many wonderful people in my life that are gay. It is my sincere hope that one day there is a 'Same Sex' bill that will give equal protection and equal rights to the homosexuals in our communities. Notice, I said 'equal,' not 'preferential.'