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Two Birds

By: LuvsAShow



It really wasn't supposed to be this way. When my wife first explained the job to me, it sounded too good to be true. She could dump her job in a rather large city, move to a small town, manage one third the number of people and still make the same money. It sounded so good, a major reduction in stress for the same pay. She jumped at the chance, and before we knew it, we were living the small town life.

Now we had no illusions that there was no price to pay for going small. Going to a play in small town USA usually means the high school auditorium. The museum is a dusty exhibit of some glory days around the turn of the century. And shopping? Well, we can get what we need most times, but almost never what we want.

The people were pretty nice, except when we ran afoul of some clannish relationships which had been in place for generations. So, with so much going for it, why was my wife complaining so damn much? In a word: Cathy. It seemed that one person was making up for the headaches of the two thirds of the staff numbers that my wife had dropped. It seemed that a couple of times each week I was hearing about some ruckus that Cathy had caused or blown out of proportion. Frankly, I was getting sick and tired of hearing her name.

I had only met Cathy a couple of times when visiting at my wife's office. Cathy is tall, almost six feet, and very slender. She didn't look very curvy as she has a sort of permanent slouch, probably as she is uncomfortable with her height. Her jet black hair is cut short in a page-boy. My wife assures me that her big brown eyes and open smile, hide the soul of the devil and the teeth of a piranha. For the most part, I didn't think about Cathy except when my wife was complaining or when I was wondering what kind of car she drove and whether I could really cut those brake lines.

All that changed two weeks before Christmas. No, it wasn't the spirit of goodwill or seasonal cheer that changed things, it was the employee Christmas party. Now, the annual party was a big deal in this small town, even if it was held in the backroom of an out of the way local restaurant. It was one of the few chances that people had to kick up their heels and show off a bit, outside of the occasional wedding. Personally, a root canal sounded better than spending the evening with a bunch of people my wife usually complained about, but I was told it was a command performance.

My wife and I arrived a bit early, she wanted to stake out her territory and try to get only those she could still stand to sit around her. My goal was much more modest: get through the evening without saying anything stupid. So, I was just sitting at the table, nursing a drink and watching with great interest as the employees filed in.

Some of the women were dressed casually, or no more dressed up than for a restaurant meal. Those women clearly had not received the memo or something as most of the women in attendance were dressed to the nines. Some women favored floor length gowns, these were mostly, but not exclusively, the older women. Some women favored form fitting dresses, ranging from knee length to well above, with heels much higher than I would have guessed. I was looking forward to the dancing that was to follow the meal and short program, according to the agenda. And then Cathy walked in.

Gone was the mousy page boy, replaced by a perm that turned her hair into a shorter and darker version of Andi McDowell's. And gone were the polyester pants and shirt that made up her work attire, replaced with perhaps the shortest of the form fitting dresses, a completely dazzling red number. Gone too was any discomfort about her height. She was wearing full heels, and she proudly stood tall revealing an extremely feminine profile. Her small breasts pushed at the red material, and her nipples poked out slightly, looking a bit like maraschino cherries. I took in every detail with enormous appreciation, the black hose, the slits on the side of the dress that was already impossibly short, the matching red lipstick and nail polish. I knew that if this was a piranha, I was going in the river!

Of course I had a major problem in this. My wife. Normally, my flirting with another woman at this kind of affair would be accepted or overlooked, she understands my needs pretty well. But not with her arch-nemesis! Not with Cathy! In fact, I was already feeling like I had looked her far too long and intensely already.

I was not at all surprised when Cathy and her husband chose to sit at another table, and my wife breathed a sigh of relief. However, I was pleased at the location they did select. Cathy ended up at the end of a table kitty-corner to us. I had a clear view of her in profile, right down to her coquettishly crossed ankles. Wait! Did she look over and smile at me?

As dinner progressed we made eye contact several times and I could feel my interest level seriously rising. Normally I might have asked her to dance at some point later in the evening and after getting fully aroused gone home and made mad passionate love to my wife. But I would never hear the end of slow dancing with Cathy, so that was not going to happen. Is Cathy giving me the eye? Or is it my imagination?

In fact all through dinner she seemed to be glancing in my direction. I assumed pretty quickly that it was to drive my wife crazy, but the effect on me was much worse. At first the glances were quick, and if I made eye contact she would shyly look away. As the evening wore on the glances lingered and the smiles became more open. Unfortunately the longer glances from Cathy gave more time for my wife to shoot me glances of disapproval. I had a fine line to walk to be sure.

But disapproving glances were not enough to keep me from looking in Cathy's direction, especially after dessert arrived. It was about that time that glances from her were accompanied with a very slight wriggle of her rear end, accompanied by her recrossing her legs. When recrossing her legs, her thighs were in full contact and she rolled her hips a bit so that the upper and lower leg traded places while touching along the full length the whole time. Just imagining what must be happening under that microdress was enough to convince me that I could not possibly stand up until everyone else had left the table.

Finally, the dinner and program ended and people began to move around. Some headed for the dance floor, others for the door. Little knots of conversation moved around the room. People began to drift away from our table and the pressure in my pants began to subside. Unfortunately that pressure relief did not last long.

Along with a number of other couples, Cathy and her husband had taken to the dance floor. When she danced fast, the hem of her dress shimmied and shook and seemed to be a neon sign advertising the charms that lay beneath. When she danced slow, she wrapped her hips around her husband, who let his hands wander all over, and occasionally under the little red dress. At the rate things were going I would not be able to stand up until after New Year.

Finally, the DJ and the dancers took a break. After a bit, I worked my way to the bar and then down a narrow hallway to where bathrooms were. The hall was a bit dark and narrow. As I was squinting my way down the corridor, a door just in front of me opened and I found myself face to face with Cathy. I tried to maintain my composure.

"Hi Cathy! Great party tonight."

"Oh Hi, Bill. I didn't see you there. Yes, it is quite an evening, but it always is."

I paused a beat or two, hoping my pounding heart would not be heard in the quiet hallway. "Cathy, you really look stunning tonight..." She smiled broadly but looked away slightly. Another pause as I feared, perhaps, that our interlude was over. But she continued smiling as she looked up.

"Thank you. I noticed you looking at me," she said quietly. Even though Cathy had a reputation of speaking her mind, I was not quite ready for such an immediate opening. I stammered a bit.

"I just couldn't help myself in the presence of such beauty. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable." Now it was my turn to look down a bit shyly. But her grin was ear to ear.

"You're so sweet. And not uncomfortable...maybe a little tingly," she said in a husky voice. Just as my knees were about to buckle, she pointed to a doorway just a little way down the hall.

"Let's go in there, it's a little more private." She turned and took a few quick steps, those long legs goading me on. I headed toward the door, wondering what pleasures might lie behind it.

To my slight disappointment the door that she lead me through was not an abandoned cloakroom, but a back door to the restaurant part of the building. About a dozen tables and booths were scattered around the room. As she came through the door Cathy pointed to a booth and I slid in. Before I could slide in very far, she had taken up a position next to me. Our hips were just touching, so I decided not to slide further into the booth. No one had noticed our backdoor arrival.

As often happens, I was bit tongue tied in the presence of a beautiful woman. Cathy broke the silence, "I better not stay long, my husband will miss me."

"I would think that would be almost immediately," I said smiling. "He certainly was very interested on the dance floor," I added with a sly grin.

"Oh that's Kevin. Mr. Macho in public, but at home -- nothing." I nodded but didn't know what to say, so she continued. "This year will be better, I told him not to drink. The last few years he was embarrassing. And when we got home he was completely useless. Maybe this time he'll save some of his interest for home."

I could see now why she was such a problem in the office. If she could tell me, a virtual stranger, about all this, I could only imagine what she would have to say about the company salary structure or who was doing their job well. She certainly said exactly what was on her mind. I also could not still help wondering if she was using me to get back at my wife in some way. If she was, I didn't mind so far.

"Well, he doesn't seem real smart to me. I can't imagine what would be more important than taking care of a sweet, beautiful woman like you." She smiled, so I continued, "I would be torn between dancing and taking you home, but I am sure there would be time for both."

I felt her hand land as delicately as a butterfly on my leg. We looked into each other's eyes. The silence now was not at all awkward. She sighed "He's just more interested in beer than...love," she said, choosing the last word carefully. I squeezed her hand.

"Yeah, I suppose. But you would never get any sleep with me around."

"You're so sweet," she said and squeezed my thigh "But I better get going before both my bosses get mad." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and stood up. Her waist was at my eye level and the view was perfect as she turned and went back out the door. I relaxed a few minutes and finally got up myself. I worked my way to the front of the restaurant before heading to the banquet room to collect my wife. When we made love that night, I have to admit I was still seeing that red dress in my mind.

At the risk of admitting how shallow I really am, I will admit that pretty much every time I closed my eyes for the next two weeks I saw that dress. Those legs. That hair. Those eyes, lips, hands and everything else. My wife didn't seem to mind the outbreak of extra amorousness, but I dared not tell her the reason. My lust outbreak had pretty much run its course by the first of the year, but would soon be inflamed again.

A week after New Year's I found myself with nothing to do on a Friday. I stopped by my wife's office to see if she needed any errands run. The first person I ran into in the hallway was Cathy. Her hair and nails were just like at the party, but of course the polyester work clothes had returned.

"Hey Cathy, how are you doing?" I chipped merrily.

"Just fine, Bill. It's really good to see you." It was clear that our little restaurant encounter might not be the end of the story.

"Got big plans for the weekend?" I asked. Her eyes lit up at first, then her voice dropped into a slight whisper.

"Kevin's out of town for the weekend. And somehow I managed to get my boss to give me the afternoon off." I was inclined to overlook the way she spit out the words "my boss" in light of those gorgeous lips.

"Sounds like fun, I'm sure you'll find ways to occupy yourself. I'm out running some errands myself." Her eyes lit up again. Her voice got just a bit softer and she looked over her shoulder as she answered.

"Me too. I'll probably be at the Lucky Market in about 45 minutes." She looked at me with clear invitation in her eyes. A huge smile plastered itself all over my face.

"Ok, Cathy," I boomed out "Have a great weekend, see ya around sometime!"

A half hour later found me a Lucky's. I grabbed a cart and did a quick circuit of the store. Just a couple of customers, no one I recognized. Not long after that I spotted Cathy in the produce aisle.

"Hey stranger," I said as I sidled my cart up to hers.

"Hey fella," she smiled and winked. "What are you doing?"

"Just looking for something very special," I said trying to be cutsie. But she refused to play the cutsie game.

"I know. I just love the way you look at me, you have such a hunger in your eyes. I wish Kevin would look at me like that." Once again, she left me a bit speechless.

"Well, you are delicious looking..." I stammered. She smiled warmly, but also in a way that indicated that the game was over.

"Why don't you come out to the house and we can talk more?" This was an invitation I was not going to refuse. "Come out in about an hour. I'll be done shopping and such by then. You know where Snow Hill Road is?" I nodded. "Good. Go down to Snow Hill, take a right. About a mile down the road there will be another right, take it. There are only two houses, we are the one on the left."

"Ok, I got it," I said. "About an hour?" She nodded "Sounds great."

Cathy looked quickly around and reached over and lightly kissed my cheek. In my ear I could hear her sensuous whisper, "I am really looking forward to it." With that she grabbed a bag of apples and placed them in her cart and continued up the aisle. Walking the other way, I pushed my cart into the long cart snake and headed out into the bright, crisp sunshine of a winter's day.

The next 45 minutes were the longest of my life. On the one hand I was absolutely breathless with anticipation. On the other hand, I still could not help wondering if some kind of trap awaited me. I imagined Cathy's husband bursting in and beating me senseless. I imagined someone jumping out of a closet with a camera -- taking pictures which would be mailed to my wife. I imagined lying with Cathy in the warm afterglow of lovemaking turning to me and saying "That will teach my bitch of a boss to mess with me!" I almost went home instead. Almost.

Almost an hour later I found myself turning onto Snow Hill Road. Somehow I sensed that being late would start things off on a bad foot. Gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled into the driveway of a modest home. The garage doors were closed, so at first I was not sure anyone was home. Perhaps she had changed her mind. Or perhaps luring me in anticipation to an empty house was going to be hoax enough. I looked up and down the country road. No cars were parked along the road and none were visible at the house across the street. I stopped the engine and headed for the front door. I rang the bell. My palms began sweating profusely when the door unlatched, but did not swing open. I heard Cathy inside say "Come on in, Bill."

Half expecting a lead pipe upside my head, I slowly pushed open the door. Cathy stood a few feet back from the door. She was stunning. She stood there in a blue, silky, satiny dress, that was not much longer than her little red number. The color was luxuriant, perhaps a midnight blue. The neckline was a bit exotic, perhaps looking a little oriental, which set off Cathy's dark hair perfectly. She was not wearing stockings, but her creamy skin curved deliciously down to blue heels. Her feet were slightly crossed and she looked just a bit shy, like a girl on prom night. Any apprehension I felt a moment ago evaporated, along with my ability to filter my thoughts.

"My god," I said quietly "Cathy, you are absolutely beautiful." I heard myself saying each syllable of "absolutely" as if they were separate words. I clicked the door closed behind me. Cathy extended both arms with her fingers pointing down. I reached out and took her hands in mine and she lead me into the living room and over to the sofa. As we walked our eyes were locked onto each other. Reaching the sofa I sat down, and she snuggled in close.

I was transfixed by the situation at first. She was so close and so desirable. Time stood still for a few moments. Slowly the scene seemed to thaw and we began to talk. Just small talk at first, the weather, the latest movie to hit town, nothing terribly important. Our eyes remained fixed on each other we talked and I couldn't help notice the lovely, subtle fragrance she was wearing. After a little bit, our conversation turned more serious.

When our small talk hit a lull, she put her hand on mine. "I can't remember a man looking at me the way you do."

"Maybe you should try dressing like this all the time?" I tried to joke.

"Well, it does seem to get results!" she laughed. But then looking right at me she said, "But you looked at me differently even the first time we met." I kept on smiling even though I couldn't exactly remember the first time I saw Cathy, there were so many first meetings that day. She continued, "Some guys look right through me, but I could see some hunger in your eyes."

"Yes, there is something there. Every time I look at you I feel a magnetism..."

"I can feel that too. It really turns me own, knowing how much you like what you see."

"Oh and I do like it very much. God, you look fabulous in those little short dresses." She actually looked a bit shy when I said this.

"I don't usually dress this way. I bought these before the Christmas party. I wasn't sure if I could really wear one in public." She paused and gave me a sly grin. "But it was worth it when I saw the eyes pop out of your head at the party."

Now it was my turn to shy up a bit. "Was it that noticeable? I was trying to be cool about it." I looked up and Cathy was grinning like a fox in a henhouse.

"Oh you might have been cool, but I sure noticed. I got a little more turned on each time you looked over. By the end of dinner, I almost couldn't sit still."

"I noticed. And it had a major effect on me. By the time you hit the dance floor, I couldn't even stand up..." In her usual direct way, Cathy ended the conversation by planting her lips square on mine. Cathy's lips were warm and soft and moist, just like they looked. There was nothing dainty or shy about her kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth immediately, filling me with sensations of passion. We kissed long and deep. When our lips would part for a moment, she would smile and grunt "God, that was nice." And she would kiss me again. We kissed for quite some time and even though her manicured nails would occasionally grip my thigh or run down my spine, our body contact was minimal. Our lips were fully engaged, but everything else, it seemed, was awaiting further instruction.

That instruction was not long in coming. Cathy broke off a kiss and looked at me a bit strangely. It was certainly a look of desire, but not one of animal lust. She looked at me longingly and asked "Would you like to dance?"

I was a bit taken aback by the question, but not about to turn down the invitation. I have been known to decline dances, but not this time. I smiled and said "I'd love to," and then looked down at my winter clodhoppers, "but these shoes..."


Two Birds in Hand



Thank you to TheHandsThatLead for his proofreading help and suggestions.

*****

He spun the silver case towards him and popped the catches. The bills were in the proper denominations. A quick leafing through revealed no sequential serial numbers or blank fillers. The men with the chrysanthemum and Koi tattoos, while willing to kill over the hint of a perceived slight, were punctual and true to their word. Both traits were hard to find and as precious as diamonds.

Charles snapped the case closed and bowed from his waist. "As always it was rewarding doing business with you."

The man across the table grunted and along with his two hulking guards slipped into the shadows. Izumi fell in step as Charles left the meeting place.

"That was quick," she said has her head swiveled side to side.

"Yeah, the short one doesn't talk much. Any trouble?"

"No."

Charles shook his head. "No lying. No backstabbing. This is how organized crime should be. Tell the boys to pack up. It's time to go."

She nodded and despite her heeled boots moved away without making a sound on the grit covered concrete. A grunt drew his attention to the right. Henrik was down on his hands and knees. Over him stood a woman. She was dressed in a form fitting white outfit with a spray of black starts that marched diagonally across her torso. A white mask with jagged black line that encompassed her eyes crossed from one temple to the other covered her face beginning at the tip of her nose and ending in two points above her forehead.

The woman in white gave Henrik a kick that sent him to his side and stepped over him. Without hesitating, she swung her hips and swept a leg out low. Charles tossed the case behind him, lifted his front leg, and turned it slightly to absorb the impact. Her full lips parted into a smile.

"Good, you aren't just a suit. This might be fun."

She favored her right so Charles circled away from it. The second kick came without warning. Charles caught it against his body and offered a smile of his own. She returned the expression, twisted in his grasp, and an instant later her free foot caught him across the jaw. His legs gave way and he crumpled to the floor. Charles shook his head in an attempt to clear this thoughts and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. He rolled to his left as a white boot swept through the space he previously occupied. His legs felt like rubber but he regained his feet and willed himself into action.

The left jab missed its mark even as his right cross was on the way. She stepped inside the second blow and wrapped her arms around his chest. Charles knew he was in trouble when he realized her hips were lower than his. Air whistled past his ears before he slammed into the ground. He blinked repeatedly to remove the small points of light floating across his field of vision. The woman was partially sprawled on top of him. Her left leg was hooked under his while her forearm pressed heavily against the side of his neck.

"Why are the pretty ones always disappointing?" she asked.

The pressure on his neck was painful and made it difficult to swallow. It took two attempts before his hand slipped into his pocket. He pressed the stun gun's two metal contacts against his leg, hoped the cocky little salesman hadn't been lying about its power, and pressed the trigger. Despite the weight bearing down on him his back arched, his teeth clicked together, and he heard his jaw creak.

"Boss are you OK?"

The voice faint and sounded distant. Charles struggled but couldn't focus. A sharp blow caused pain to blossom across his cheek. The shock helped him find clarity. He opened his eyes. Henrik and Izumi were standing over him. He shook his head and sat up. The costumed woman was sprawled on the floor next to him.

"I'm sorry boss she came out of nowhere," said Henrik. He extended a hand and pulled his boss to his feet. 

Charles put a hand on his man's shoulder to steady himself. "It's OK Henrik. It's happened to all of us at some point." He gently touched his cheek and looked at Izumi. "You enjoyed that didn't you?"

Her expression didn't change but her eyes softened. Charles cocked his head to the side and looked past Izumi. Another woman in white was lying facedown on the concrete floor. He blinked in confusion as his eyes wandered back and forth between the two women. 

"Twins?" he asked.

Izumi shrugged. Charles turned his head to the side and spit blood out of his mouth. He pushed on a molar with his tongue, it felt loose. 

"Bring them both. I want answers."

Izumi fished plastic zip ties out of her pocket and set about her work as Charles went to retrieve the case. One woman fit easily in the trunk. The other was stashed in the floor well between Izumi's leg. She kept the unconscious woman upright with a hand firmly nestled in the long blonde hair. Charles slid into his usual rear seat. 

"Remind me again, who said a larger sedan was a waste of money?" Charles asked.

Izumi's eyes narrowed. Henrik chuckled and received a slap to the back of the head. The car smoothly accelerated away.

"Boss," Marcus said. 

Charles leaned forward in his seat looked out the windshield. A woman in white was standing in the middle of the street. Her arms were crossed over her chest and familiar spray of black stars decorated the front of her costume. 

Charles placed his hand on Marcus' shoulder. "I stunned one and Izumi took the other. She can't stand up to a car. It's a bluff."

Marcus nodded and pressed down the accelerator. As the distance narrowed the woman's posture became more and more uncertain. At a car length's distance she leapt to the side. Henrik's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and held it to his ear. He nodded twice, mumbled a reply, and thumbed it off.

"Boss, Mason completed the Smith job. A woman in a white getup showed up but they got out of there OK."

Charles looked back to see the woman standing with her hands on her hips. "What the hell is going on?" he asked as darkness swallowed the white figure.

***

Charles shook two capsules into his hand, shoveled them into his mouth, and followed them up with a swig of water. A knock on his office door came a moment before it opened. Izumi leaned in and nodded. Charles pushed himself to his feet and sighed.

"A boss' work is never done," he said as he moved through the door and past Izumi.

"That's why I haven't ousted you."

"Oh Izumi, I like you too."

The punch caught him in the side and made him grunt. Henrik, with his ever alert eyes, was standing guard next to a battered door with his hand pressed against his right side.

"You should have the doc check you out," suggested Charles.

Henrik attempted to shrug nonchalantly but winced halfway through. "I'll live."

Charles nodded, he wasn't going to question the man's durability in front of someone else. "Izumi, please wait out here," he said as he reached for the doorknob. 

The small room held only two chairs. The woman in white was bound to sturdiest looking one by her wrists and ankles. Charles slipped into the free one, leaned forward, and untied the cloth gag. The woman worked her tongue around her mouth before focusing on him.

"You're in trouble," she said.

Charles spread his hands. "Am I now? You're the one tied to a chair."

"When your men brought me in I saw the mountains and the cooling towers. We're in the old Watson Industrial Park."

Charles kept his hands apart and shrugged.

"What I know, she knows."

Charles extended his hand. "I'm Mr. Simon by the way."

The woman snarled and spat. Charles retrieved a handkerchief from his pocked and wiped his hand. "Who is this 'she'?" he asked. Silence stretched out over several minutes. Charles placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. "If someone knew you were here wouldn't 'she' have rescued you by now?"

The woman leaned back in her chair. Her jaw pushed forward as she scowled.

When it became evident that the conversation was at an impasse, Charles left his seat and pulled the door closed behind him.

"Henrik, no guests for her."

The thickly built Swede nodded.

"Izumi, would you please fetch Mason?"

***

"I hopped in the back of the van and we got away. I have to admit I was worried there for a moment."

Mason was very still in his chair as he relayed the events from the previous night. His right thumb rubbed the side of his index finger relentlessly.

"What are you leaving out?"

Mason's eyes looked down and to the left. His tongue darted out and licked his lips.

"Any detail, no matter how crazy it sounds, will be helpful."

The dark haired man sighed and his thumb stopped moving. "Well, Boss. When I jumped in the van she was right behind me. After I pulled the door shut, I looked out the window and I swear there were two of her."

Charles smiled and placed his hand on Mason's shoulder. "Thank you, that was important. You did a good job."

After the door clicked shut Charles looked at Izumi. She reclined casually against the back wall of the office.

"Do you think duplicates can..." Izumi frowned. "Duplicate themselves?"

Charles shook his head. "If that were the case I think we'd be awash in a sea of them by now." He scratched at the stubble on his chin. "And if we had the original she would have created a copy and freed herself the moment we left her alone."

Izumi raised an eyebrow. "So, we have two copies."

Charles gestured towards the door. "I think it's time we paid our second a guest a visit and see what we can learn."

The pair walked down the long hallway in silence, a florescent bulb flickered weakly overhead. Marcus was leaning against the wall next to the door of the second detention room with his arms crossed over his chest when they arrived.

"Both of you stay here," Charles directed as he reached for the knob. He opened the battered door and stepped inside. A rickety table sat between the two chairs. A black eye was evident despite the mask and dark bruise covered the left side of her face. Izumi knew her trade and was ruthless. Charles sat down in the chair.

"I feel I need to state the obvious to stress the gravity of the situation. You are my prisoner."

"And you are?" she asked.

Charles cocked his head to the side and considered the answer. "Charles Simon." He drew a knife from his pocket and set it on the table.

"That won't do you any good," she said.

Charles arched and eyebrow and scraped the blade across the top of the table. "Won't it?"

"If you kill me she'll know everything I know."

Charles frowned. "So, it's in my best interest to keep you alive?"

"And mine."

Charles laughed. "Ah, good. I appreciate honesty. It makes things go much easier, yes?"

She swallowed but did not reply.

"So, you are a balloon that pops when you are pricked? Or maybe A marionette with very long strings? Perhaps a pale imitation of the original?"

Her face clouded. "I'm not a puppet or an imitation. I'm an extension."

Charles tapped his finger against his chin. "Ah, I see. So when you expire," she opened her mouth but he held up a forestalling hand, "whenever that me be, your original gains all of your knowledge?"

"Yes, and you better start running now. I know where we are."

"So, if she gains all your knowledge I think it would be safe to assume she also shares your experiences, yes?"

A touch of worry crept into her eyes and her confident smile faltered. Charles let the uncomfortable silence extend for several minutes before he tucked the knife away and pushed himself out of the chair

"We'll, speak again soon," he said over his shoulder as he exited the room. Charles gave the door a sharp tug to ensure it latched properly.

"So, what now?" asked Izumi.

Charles rubbed his hands on his pant legs. "I need a drink. How about you?"

Izumi nodded.

"Marcus, look in on her from time to time, but don't speak with her."

The young man nodded and Charles, with Izumi in tow, began the return trip down the dark hallway.

"Are we sure he's ready for this?" Izumi asked.

Charles shrugged. "He's expressed a desire to be more than a wheelman. I'm willing to give him the chance to prove himself."

Izumi raised an eyebrow.

"He has a girl in the village, so I'm not concerned leaving him alone with our pretty guest."

"You think she's pretty?"

"Jealous?"

He rubbed his shoulder as he opened the door to his office and made his way to the sidebar. Thankfully, she'd honored their agreement against kidney punches. Charles poured two fingers width worth of scotch and held the glass out to Izumi. She took it with a nod and leaned her shoulder against the wall, her right foot crossed over the other. Charles filled a glass for himself and sat on the corner of his desk.

He took a sip and lowered the glass. "OK, here's what we know. The copies aren't connected to each other," he said matter-of-factly.

Izumi quirked an eyebrow.

"The one you captured didn't know my name after I introduced myself to the one I caught."

"The one your stun gun caught," Izumi corrected.

Charles waved a hand dismissively. "Same thing. They don't share a physical connection either considering neither favored any injury the other had." Charles took a long sip from his glass. "Now, this is where it gets interesting. Yours said her knowledge is incorporated by the original once she expires. Mine hinted at the same thing. It's also safe to assume they have a built in expiration date. Yours hinted to as much."

"So?" Izumi asked. She sauntered to the bar and refilled her glass.

Charles smiled as a plan of action began to take shape. "Yours called herself an extension of the original. So, if we can manipulate the extensions we can manipulate the original."

He hopped off his desk, careful not to slosh the contents of his glass, and searched the drawers for a pen and paper. Izumi wandered over and looked at the growing list of items as Charles' hand worked quickly. After triple checking the contents, he handed the paper to Izumi. 

"Give this to Mason, he should know where everything is. Tell him it's urgent. Also, get one of the new guys to replace the bulb in the hall, that flickering is damn annoying."

Her eyes roamed the list before folding it in half and heading towards the door.

"Oh, Izumi," Charles called as she was pulling the door closed behind her. She poked her head into the room.

"I'll need to borrow that 'personal massager' of yours."

Her face turned red.

"Why Izumi, I didn't know you could blush."

The glass in the door rattled as it was slammed shut. 

***

Charles opened the door and stepped into the room. Izumi followed dragging in another chair.

"I'd apologize for not knocking first, but this is my place after all."

He tapped on the tablet's screen and snapped it into the brick speaker. Thumping base filled the room. The captive woman titled her head to the side and frowned at him. Charles shrugged in response to the withering gaze.

"I prefer Bach myself but it pays to stay current with the times." He held up a plastic squeeze bottle and shook it. "Would you like some water?"

His captive's eyes narrowed. It was easy to see the suspicion in them. Charles sighed, squirted some water into his mouth, swallowed, and then opened wide to show it was empty. 

"Satisfied?" he asked.

The woman nodded and Charles squeezed the container. A stream of water splashed across her tongue. 

"More?"

She nodded again. After watering her for a second time, Charles set the bottle aside and sat quietly. He allowed several minutes to pass before he sighed and steepled his fingers in front of him.

"Today has been a very challenging day," he said.

"Just wait. It's going to get worse," his captive replied.

Charles smiled. "You're feisty. I like that. Back to the topic at hand, today I was faced with an unusual problem. What do I do with a copy of a person?" 

The woman began to squirm in her chair. The shape of her nipples became visible against the material of her costume.

"Ah, yes. What you are feeling is a drug popular with the trance music community. I dissolved some in your water. You can feel the sound waves move across your skin, yes?"

The woman stared at him and growled. A blast of thumping bass caused her to move her hips in a tight circle. In the confined space the reverberating sounds felt like small electric shocks snapping against Charles' skin. He understood why he sold so much of this particular product in clubs. Charles withdrew a syringe from his bag and removed the cap.

"Now, back to the question at hand. I was vexed," he said as he tapped the barrel with his finger. "As I understand it, summarily disposing of you would only accelerate my apprehension." He swabbed the inside of her elbow with an alcohol laden cotton ball. "Then it occurred me, if you are an extension, not a copy, of your progenitor then if I control you I, in turn, can control her."

The woman squirmed in her chair. "No, please no."

Charles slipped the needled through her skin. "Don't worry, this will only help to enhance the experience. It meddles with one's perception of time, slowing it down ."

It took only moments for her eyes to dilate and the woman to gasp. Charles paused as he considered Izumi's best friend. It had a long, plastic handle topped with a small ball separated from the main body by a flexible neck. It stuck Charles as a modern day wand that conjured a very specific flavor of magic. He plugged it into a nearby outlet and thumbed it on. The highest setting caused his fingers to go numb after only a few seconds. He arched an eyebrow at Izumi.

"A girl has needs," she said as she shrugged.

Charles reduced the device to its lowest setting and traced small circles on his captive's inner thigh. She jumped at the first touch. Sliding the business end of the wand over her groin on the way to the other thigh caused her to moan. 

"The trance drug also makes one very sensitive to vibrations," he said as he moved the ball of the device slowly across her lower stomach, never moving above her navel. Soft mewling sounds escaped her lips.

Izumi moved to the woman's ear. "Doesn't that feel nice?" she asked.

"Uh huh."

"You like to feel good. You need to feel good."

The white woman nodded.

"Mr. Simon can make you feel good whenever you want."

The captive groaned as her body tensed, shivered, and then relaxed. Izumi pulled on her prey's costume and cut free the material trapped between her fingers. She wasted no time and gently caressing the newly exposed nipples.

"Only Mr. Simon can make you feel this good. Only Mr. Simon," Izumi whispered into her ear.

"Now it would seem logical that each of your extensions can only exist for a set period of time. Otherwise things would get complicated. So, the question before us now is long will we get to play with you before you go?"

The captive squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head sided to side.

Charles nestled the head of the wand against her sex. Minutes slipped by as her body stiffened and her breathing became shallow and urgent. With a scream , her back arched and her head lolled backwards. Charles watched her fingers flex stick-straight and then curl.

He traded places with Izumi. With his fingertips he stroked the sides and back of her neck in between the time spent teasing her erect nipples. Izumi, benefiting from a greater familiarity with the abilities of the toy, routinely varied the speed and placement of the wand. Coaxing a series of small shuddering orgasms from her captive. Charles smiled when the woman begged to be allowed a larger release. All the while he whispered in her ear.

After the fourth exchange of responsibilities, the prisoner's head was resting against the top rail of the chair while she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her mouth open and closed repeatedly without uttering a coherent word. Charles nodded at Izumi. They gathered their things, left the music playing at a lowered volume, and slipped out of the room.




Two Birds in Hand



"Does your wrist hurt?" he asked while flexing his own.

Izumi kicked him in the shin.

"Let's go look in on our other guest," said Charles.

***

Her blond hair flicked side to side as she shook her head. "No! No! No!"

Izumi redoubled her efforts. The buzz of the wand was audible underneath the pulse of the music. With a shrill scream the captive threw her head back as a spasm rippled through her body. Then, in an instant, she disappeared. Izumi blinked, her eyes wide with surprise. Henrik crashed through the door. 

"Boss, she's gone. She didn't break out of the room. She's just gone."

"Well, the original knows our faces now," said Izumi. 

Charles stood and brushed at his pants with his hands. "Yes. How do you think the original is feeling trying to process what we've been up to for the past few hours?"

An amused smiled crossed Izumi's lips. "She's not on her feet right now I promise you that."

Charles chucked. "Perhaps. One of those sessions was intense enough, now imagine experiencing two of them at the same time."

Izumi gave a low whistle.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Henrik. Marcus peeked around the door jam, a confused look on his face.

Charles arched his back and stretched. "Henrik, gather up the men and head to the backup facility. Izumi, would you mind checking the perimeter cameras for me?"

She crossed her arms and tapped the heel of her boot against the floor. "After that, I'm going to hang around. If this doesn't work you'll need me to save you."

Charles considered her for several moments. "Yeah, fair enough."

***

The door crashed inward and swung drunkenly on its broken frame. Charles pushed back from his desk. In a pool of light that spilled in from the hallway stood a woman in white high-heeled boots. His eyes roamed over the trail of glittery, black stars that covered the front of her costume. Tense muscles stood out against the thin, stretchy material. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Charles leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk.

"Please," she said in a soft voice.

Charles smiled. "Then you know what you have to do."

Her long fingers sought the hidden fasteners. The costume slipped off her shoulders. Black stars tumbled downwards and pooled around the ankles of her boots. Charles rose, skirted the desk, and approached her. He gripped the back of her neck and pushed her down over his desk. She offered no resistance as her breasts pressed against the smooth, walnut surface. Her legs remained straight keeping her ass high in the air. 

"Please Mr. Simon, make me feel good."



Two Birds with One Stone Hard Cock



I had been working as the baker at a local Jim's Cafe, the country's' largest coffee and donut chain. Four years heating up frozen donuts, injecting them with jelly, and occasionally even serving some caffeine and sugar fiend customers. It wasn't glamorous, but it did have some perks. High turnover rate, with myself and a few lifers as the exception. For the most part it was young, cute little teens, staying for a few months at a time. 

Tight bodied, perky and nubile girls getting a little extra cash for summer holidays, or trying to put a dent in the college debt. Sure they weren't all stunners of course, I mean it's only a coffee shop after all, but this story's not about the ones that weren't.. The preppy little bubble butt, fresh faced babes who happened to grace my workplace with their presence. 

At the time this story takes place I was a freshly turned 18 year old. Slim, lanky blonde guy, six foot two, green eyes, deep voice. I was relatively new to actual real life sex, not involving one of my own mits and a high speed internet connection, but I had gone through a few bad experiences by that point. A few drunken house parties, a blowjob here, a finger fuck there. 

I still hadn't had the chance to really "work" a girl like how I wanted to. I worked the midday shift, eleven to seven. After the initial bake it was just sit back, wipe counters and wait for the batches to get low. I had a little time usually to just watch my co-workers whip around and make coffees. The uniform was pretty much unisex, not very flattering to any body type, but when they arrived at work through the back door, I got to see what they wore in regular life. I worked in the back room so I had a good spot to see them enter. 

Flip flops on Karina, a raven haired, 5'3", blue eyed beauty. Black Capri pants, and a white tank top with some pink logo on it. Great for the summer weather. "Hi" I would say to them. The lovely brunette Michelle comes in wearing cork sandals sporting a baby blue pedicure. Yes I love feet, and I love how the summer brings the toes out into the open. Let the feet breath. She has a white little skirt with the interlocking, alternating folds, and a light blue girly tee. Shows off her tanned legs beautifully. She gives me a little smile. "Hey, how's it goin'?" I'd say. 

I was still kind of shy around these beauties, but still eager nonetheless. I could practically smell their little pussies as they walked by me, off to change in the bathroom. Often enough I would sneak a little sniff in the back room area where they left their civilian clothes. I would wear the headset so I knew when they were occupied with orders, giving me the chance to dart in the back and inhale some sweet teen sandal soles. Call it sick if you want, but who's it really hurting? 

Some girls locked their clothes in their cars though, as if they knew about the potential perverts throughout society, and they just weren't having any part of it. Sometimes the extra caution or awareness in a woman seemed to make me want them even more. At the time this story occurs, it was Thursday, and I was at home relaxing on a day off when I received a call from work, asking if I could take an afternoon shift just serving customers. 

"Who's else is working?" I had asked.

"Sandy called in sick, so it's just gonna be Antoinette working." 

I momentarily feign contemplation, then agree. The reason I had to feign contemplation was because this girl Antoinette was quite pretty, and I really didn't need a second thought on the matter. I just didn't really want my manager to know what was up, as if she already didn't have a clue. Antoinette was from Trinidad, with flawless ebony skin the colour of coffee and a touch of cream. She changed her hair style pretty often, almost monthly, but in this most recent case her long black hair was dyed blonde. She had her entire head of hair, very exotically, braided into pencil thin strands that went all the way down to her ass, and were beaded at the bottom. 

She was one year older than me, aged 19, about 4'10', tiny little body, with the cutest face you've ever seen. Tiny little Halle Berry nose, pouting bee stung lips, and big, lusciously lashed eyes, irises coloured black. Her eyes had a real sexy quality about them, hard to define. She had tiny little tits, probably A cups, but a pretty meaty ass. With thoughts of Antoinette ass, I took a shower, got some nice smelling body wash going, and basically prepared for my upcoming shift. 

Antoinette worked afternoons Tuesdays and Thursdays, and was a model part time, appearing mainly in department store catalogues. We had a pretty good rapport, even though I usually only worked a few hours a week with her. She had even shown me some of her photo shoots on her laptop one time. Bikini sets. In one picture, she is on her knees on the beach like she's praying, only her legs are apart instead of together, her tiny hands resting on her thighs. In it she's wearing a leopard print string bikini, and black, 4 inch high heels. Her face is turned to one side in a seductive manner she seems to pull off effortlessly. I had 'joked' with her to email me some of these pictures for when I have some "alone time", and she laughed at that, but still ended up sending me some. I still have fun with those photos. 

Truth was I had a feeling she liked me back. She would give me these little glances and smile, turning her head every once in a while. She would touch my arm now and then, when asking for me to reach something high up for her. She kept her hands in premium condition, manicured and moisturized smooth with lotion. Soft as skin can be, silken smooth. When Antoinette went on break, she would sit up by the door that connected the bakery where I worked and the front customer service area, and she would let her tiny bare feet rest on top of her shoes. 

In the warmer weather she always had her feet bare inside her black leather work shoes, probably working up a healthy little sweat in there. I had a perfect view of the tops of her smooth, coffee toes. Either a French pedicure, or often enough she painted her toenails a pink colour, which contrasted beautifully with her satiny dark complexion. I wonder if she knew that I was staring at her feet all those times. Tiny little size 4 or 5 feet, toes all nearly the same size except for the slight increase from the pinkie toes to the big toes. She always seemed to be giving me a show, spreading and stretching out her feet and toes like that... She was also one to lock her clothes in her car.

I arrived at work already wearing my baker uniform, even though I was serving customers only. My uniform was entirely white and it looked a lot cooler than the crappy grey and brown uniforms, plus I didn't have to tuck my shirt in with this one. The manager was just leaving as I arrived and I saw Antoinette pulling up in her purple Dodge Neon. She waved and smiled, and I responded with a 'too casual' tip of my white hat. Lightly done make up, no more than a little mascara with some lip gloss, Antoinette got out of her car. 

I watched for her footwear and was immediately pleased to see flip flops on her finely arched, French pedicure feet. She was in beige khaki shorts which showed off her chocolate creamy thighs. Her petite little body had some finely shaped legs attached, and I struggled not to stare for longer than a few seconds. She had a tight white tank top on with her bra straps visible. She wasn't a slender girl, somewhat curvy, but definitely not fat. One of her best qualities though was somewhat elusive and hard to pinpoint. She had a certain aura, or air about her that was just dripping with raw sexuality.

"So they got you to come in huh? I was sick of Sandy's constant complaining anyways."

Antoinette has the cutest little voice. It's very high pitched and she sounds like a little girl or something. Similar to how a lot of Japanese girls voices are, it just further adds to her feminine appeal.

"Yea well if I knew I was gonna be working with you I might not have come in." I flirt with a grin.

"HEY!" She mock scoffs and gives me a playful shove. 

My dick tingles a bit at the minor contact... she's got a calm demeanour about her. So feminine in every movement, so inviting. 

She smells so good today, some sort flowery scent, jasmine I think. A hint of some indecipherable fruity aroma. Some kind of super lotion on her skin's got her soft and smooth as ever, as I had noticed with the playful shoving. After initial small talk, Antoinette goes into the bathroom and changes. I ogle her little apple bottom ass, slightly glistening hips and thighs glide her into the bathroom, and I attempt to get my mind off sex with a bit of mopping. It's an afternoon shift, so it's not gonna be too busy, and it's only going to be me and her working till eleven at night. So much for getting my mind off sex, even when she emerges from the bathroom in the frumpy uniform that is the Jims Cafe trademark. She goes outside and locks her clothes in her car, comes back in and we start off the shift.

We commence with the usual small talk about how the week has been going, the weather's been nice and hot, and what are we planning for the weekend, there's a new Jims Cafe donut coming out... etc. The conversation sparks my attention, however, when she mentions that some of her friends will be stopping by later. I've seen her model friends before, and they are quite a bevy of beauties to say the least. With the hot weather I should at least get some good eye candy for when I jerk off later. Maybe I'll even beat one out in the washroom here at work. I had done it before, believe me. It's a private single bathroom so sometimes when I'm rocking some particularly stubborn wood, I just take a washroom break and beat it out of me. Can't be serving customers with that thing sticking out you know. 

After a few hours and fairly steady streams of customers, the conversation takes a turn towards sex. Boyfriends she's had, the lack of any steady girlfriends I've had. She's only had one boyfriend she had sex with, and she was now single at the moment. Not that men weren't calling. My limited experience in this subject matter caused me to blush a little at times during the conversation, and she hit me with it.

"Are you a virgin?"

"NO. I mean, remember because I told you about at that house party.."

"Yea well sure that was just a blowjob you mentioned. I haven't heard you say anything about sexing a girl up yet" She laughs sweetly, lightly gripping my bicep while doing so.

Dick twitching, I reply, 

"Well... Yea I haven't officially had sex yet, then... I guess not officially, but I've done everything else."

"That's cute"

She flashes a gorgeous little smile, still with the relaxed, big eyes. Long eyelashes. She turns around with a mischievous little grin, scrunching her Halle Berry nose a bit.

"I'm taking a break now" she says.

She goes in the back, text messaging on her cell phone. Great, now she's messaging her friends about how I'm a virgin. She finishes text messaging or whatever on her cell, and makes herself a sandwich, sitting down in her usual spot. I watch for her from under the rim of my hat, waiting for her to take off those black shoes and air out her feet. I get out my own cell phone to make it seem like I'm just looking down at my phone, where instead I'm staring at her tootsies. 

She finally slides her dark caramel feet out of the confines of her shoe, and plops her heels down on top of them. Never fails. I can see mainly the tops of her smooth feet, as her back is facing me, but I can catch an occasional glimpse of the very light, pinkish flesh of her soles. She's eating her sandwich now, continuing with her cell phone at the same time. A customer arrives and I take the order. I stumble through the order somewhat, and when the customer leaves I'm wiping up a minor coffee spill.

"So you like my feet then?"

Whoa, that came out of nowhere. 

"....Uh... say what?"

"Come on, I see you trying to hide your stares at my feet all the time.. am I right?"

Well I'm busted. No sense in hiding it now, but I just stare at her for a very long few seconds...

"It's alright... I've heard it's a pretty common fetish for guys..." she giggles.

"Yea... well, *cough* you do have some cute feet... Anyone would think so."

She laughs. "Well thank you... I've heard lots of my girlfriends talk about their men having foot fetishes. I love my feet too, and..... I think it's pretty kinky."

Alright she's not disgusted by my fetish. A little shocked, but I'm excited to see where this conversation goes. My penis is already beginning to re-fill itself with blood.

"Aha ..well.. you are always giving me that little show on your breaks are you not? Am I now to believe that, uh...these shows are on purpose for me?"

She laughs again and spreads her juicy little toes as she does it, raising one foot up and flashing the tender sole flesh at me. The light skin tone of her sole contrasts with the rest of her body's dark, chocolaty complexion with an awe inspiring effect.

"So you like suckin' toes then huh?" She gives a sly little grin, again scrunching her nose.

"Uh.. y-yea I guess I do." I stammer, still a little taken aback by her boldness. I hold back a few facts about how I also relish in the taste and especially the smell of a clean, pretty ladies foot.

She slides her feet back into her black, closed toed work shoes, and gracefully floats towards me, moving her hips with all her feminine grace, smiling in a sultry, relaxed manner. I am leaning against a counter, mouth hanging slightly open, watching her approach, and wondering what exactly Antoinette had in mind. She brings her petite frame right up against mine, and I really notice the difference in size between us, as she gazes up at me. I'm well over a foot taller than this little sexpot, and the thought of my solid cock repeatedly penetrating her.... 

She places her tiny, silk hands under my shirt and touches my bare skin, pressing her soft hand against my tight, lower abdomen. She runs her smooth palm through the hair of my treasure trail, up the center of my abdominal muscles, until her exploring fingers reach up to my solar plexus. My cock is stiff as a board now. Her close proximity and touch are already intoxicating, combining her flowery scent with the visual delight of her delicate female features. She trails her warm, dry fingers back down my chest, feeling my stomach muscles contract and flex. See what I mean about sexiness? This girl just oozes sexuality, even while wearing her rather unflattering Jims' uniform. 

I just stand there, dumbfounded. I know I should try to kiss her right now, but I can't move. Instead, a customer dings through the door, and Antoinette quickly removes her hand from under my shirt to serve him. Still standing there stunned, I am brought back to reality as another customer walks through the door, so I proceed to assist Antoinette. As I am shakily pouring the milk, and stirring the coffees, I turn my head and notice Antoinette slips one foot out of her shoe and bends her knee slightly. This reveals only the deeply arched sole of her foot, while her toes are still hiding flat within the mouth of the shoe. I look up at her pretty face and she's giving me a sly little smile.

"Hurry up Paul the customer's waiting." she jokes in front of the customer.

"Yea uh.. thanks for the encouragement there, Antoinette." I reply sarcastically, nervously grinning at the customers.

The customers leave, and Antoinette and I stand there just looking at each other for a moment. The tension was already thick to begin with, but now the air is practically dripping with sexual humidity.

"Paul it's 9:00"

"Huh? Oh right I'll lock up the front door."

Now is the time where we lock up the front entrance and only serve drive through customers, for safety reasons I suppose. If it wasn't slow before, customer traffic is slowed significantly now. After I lock the door, I come in through the back entrance and back up to the storefront area. Antoinette is leaning through the window, chatting with someone. Her friends must have arrived. I just decide to let her and her friends chat about what just went down at the Jims, so I lay low and wipe some surfaces with a damp cloth. 

I notice in my peripheral vision Antoinette's head momentarily turn around in my direction, followed by giggling, and I hear laughter outside the window. It sounds like she's just talking with one friend. I sneak a peek over Antoinette's shoulder, and see that it is her friend Alysha. Alysha had worked at Jims' for about a week or so, before she got fired for stealing. This all happened probably about a month earlier. I had briefly made her acquaintance, but she was here for so little time, I didn't get to know her that well. 

"Paul, you remember Alysha? She worked here for like a day." Antoinette snickers.

"Huh? Oh yea of course, she was stealing sandwiches while the manager was still in the office right?" was my smart ass reply.

"Shut up!" Alysha pokes her head through the window to yell at me.

Alysha's quite beautiful as well, not surprisingly. She has straight, shiny chestnut hair, shoulder length, with vanilla cream coloured skin. Dark black puppy dog eyes, with a slight droopy like quality to them, with smoky black mascara and eyeliner, creating a very sultry effect. Her lips are big, plump and red, with a deeper red lip liner. I recall hearing that Alisha's father was a Jamaican black man, and her mother was a white woman from France, making her a gorgeous, white skin mulatto.

"Hey hey sorry. I'm just a little more cautious when I steal is all.." I laugh.

"Hey I know somethin' about you buddy so you shouldn't be talkin shit like that." says Alysha with a devilish grin. Her cheeks pop out when she grins and her eyes shine liquid. One of her incisor teeth is slightly crooked, but it just adds a uniqueness to her face, and somehow makes her all the more attractive.

"Oh...Oh yea? ...Great, thanks Antoinette." 

"Virgin!" Alysha taunts. 

Antoinette turns around and slaps Alysha's hand, adding, "Don't, bitch!!"

".....Umm sorry Paul." Antoinette says with a sort of half smile on her face.

"Yea yea..." I give Antoinette an annoyed look, but still don't put much into it.

They continue talking to each other in lowered voices, still giggling periodically. I try to concentrate on wiping the counters, feeling humiliated. Why would Antoinette just go around telling her friends about something I would obviously be sensitive about. We have to work together, so I wouldn't see the point in creating an awkward atmosphere. I glance up and see Alysha walk away from the window. Antoinette walks away from the window and brushes past me. Was that a little wink? 

She goes into her purse and retrieves a small bottle. She squirts a little blob from the bottle into her hand, rubbing it in as she disappears into the back baking area. I keep my head down and continue wiping the stainless steel. We had a nice, flirty workplace relationship, and now it was crumbling. I shouldn't have admitted to being a virgin. Just then I hear the back door click open, and once again hear Alysha's voice. They both emerge from the back area and to the sandwich station, where Alysha starts to prepare herself a sandwich.

"Great, what are you robbing the place again?"

"Hey Paul, just making a sandwich for later." Alysha responds nonchalant.

I check out Alysha's fresh, 19 year old body for a moment. My eyes start at her feet of course, but to my disappointment she is wearing white, size 5 gym shoes and socks. Probably about 5'5", she's also wearing tight acid washed jeans, which hug her clearly Jamaican bubble ass. Her legs and arms are toned, very fit, but not overly muscular. I remembered she takes karate lessons which obviously helps keep her in shape. 




Two Birds with One Stone Hard Cock



She's wearing a tight, green belly top tee shirt, with extra short sleeves only covering a part of her slender shoulders. Her breasts are about a B cup, but it doesn't look like she has on a bra, and I can make out the slight definition of her small nipples. She has a belly button chain little thing with some jewel looking piece attached. Her nails are painted green like her shirt. I smell the slight scent of marijuana coming off of her, mixed with cinnamon. 

"You better stay out of the camera's line of sight." I say.

The camera could only see the storefront area and the tills. The sandwich prep area is pretty much out of sight from the front of the store.

"Yea, well what are you gonna rat me out?"

"Hmm not a bad idea. Might get a reward"

"Yea buddy, I know you won't do it... virgin."

"Alright guys behave now." Antoinette chimes in.

"Hey Antoinette maybe I'll rat you out too for letting this criminal back in here, eh?"

Alysha finishes assembling her sandwich, and wraps it up when she suddenly turns to me and blurts, "So are you gonna fuck us now or what?" 

Antoinette, makes sudden, strict eye contact with Alysha as if to say "shut the fuck up", then, softening her eyes, shifts her gaze to meet mine and slowly starts unbuttoning her uniform blouse. She maintains eye contact with me as she does this, eyes and mouth smiling excitedly. I watch, entranced, as more and more of her upper torso is revealed with each button undone. Her beautiful, small chest is soon unveiled, though still covered by a white bra. Antoinette turns her head and motions for Alysha to assist. Alysha steps over smiling a sluttish smile at me, and unclips the back of Antoinette's bra, lobbing the garment at my face.

"How's this for a reward?" Alysha says rhetorically. 

I stare at Antoinette's bare chest. Her tiny tits are on full alert with hardened, quarter sized nips, and Alysha reaches around under Antoinette's arms with both hands to grip them in her index fingers and thumbs. She tweaks Antoinette's pointed nipples a bit and gives her breasts a few squeezes. Antoinette lets loose a small whimper in that girly little voice of hers, and I'm no longer even trying to conceal the fact that my cock is tightening my pants vigorously. 

Alysha then pulls her own tight shirt over her head, letting her perky, young, white, naked tits jiggle free. Her nipples are the same dark brown, almost black colour as Antoinette's, but about twice the size of a dollar coin. The girls turn and face each other, gazing into each others eyes. The taller girl lowers her body a bit and they press their tits together, nipples touching nipples. They transition to a full on, open mouth, swirling tongued kiss. Alysha nips Antoinette's lower lip and pulls. Antoinette returns by sucking Alysha's tongue right out of her mouth. Their hands are feeling up each others smooth bare backs, and moving around to the breasts as the kiss exceeds the minute long mark. Alysha reaches around Antoinette's hips and in one swift movement, jams her thumbs down the back of her pants and gives Antoinette's thong a forceful tug upwards. Antoinette yelps as Alysha lifts her up about a foot off the ground by her panties before letting go. 

"Oh you little BITCH!" screams Antoinette, de-wedging the stretched fabric from her crack.

Alysha's brief laughter is transformed into a louder yelp of her own, as Antoinette responds to the enthusiastic underwear yank by grabbing the front of Alysha's panties, and yanking upwards with all her might. She practically lifts Alysha up off the ground as she uses more force than I thought the little sparkplug had. I was shocked at the exchange so far, but my penis was agreeing wholeheartedly, and a dot of pre cum was beginning to stain my white pants. I had to tend to my cock immediately. It just had to be touched or stroked a little. I undid my zipper and slid my hand down my boxer shorts, gripping my pulsating member. Alysha, noticing my movements, looks over, hands down her own pants freeing up the wedged undergarments. 

"Ugh! That hurt...but hey! Looks like Paul's getting into it..."

"Y-Yeah. I didn't realize you girls were such... good friends."

"Fuckin right. We aren't just doin this for you, we fuck all the time."

The coarse language of Alysha was annoying at first, but the situation was now warranting the mannerisms, and I responded by giving my cock a few strokes, with an "Oh shit". This shift was turning out better than I could have ever imagined. Antoinette pulls down the zipper on Alysha's pants. Alysha must shimmy her ass and hips in order to free herself from the skin-tight jeans. Antoinette peels the jeans down to Alysha's sneakers and stops or a moment. She first pulls off Alysha's faded sneakers, then yanks off the rest of her jeans, tossing the shoes and clothes aside. Alysha sits up on the sandwich table as her shoes are removed to avoid contact with the rather dirty floor. Antoinette starts working on her own pants as Alysha adds a few more comments to the situation.

"I also hear you have a thing for feet. You're one perverted dude.. kinda sexy still though."

"You don't say?" I reply, only half listening. I'm scanning over her creamy body, noticing the flawless nature of her tender, white flesh. She has a few moles scattered here and there on her body, but they are at skin level, and tiny. 

Wearing only a pink thong and white socks, Alysha wiggles her body further onto the sandwich table, and puts one leg up, bending her knee. She peels off one of her socks and throws it at me. I catch it. It's a little damp, much to my delight, and I smother my nose and mouth with the sock, inhaling deeply. She keeps her feet clean, but the hot day has left her pods a little sweaty, and perfectly ripe for my sniffing pleasure. I am tasting the salty threads of the sock as I sniff it, I look up and see Alysha picking some white lint out from between her luscious toes. She then grabs her ankle with both hands and pulls her one bare foot up to her face, taking a big whiff of her own feet.

"MMmmm, watch this lover boy"

Alysha sticks her tongue out and curls it around her big toe. Her bare feet are very smooth and youthful. She has no nail polish or anything she just has clean, vanilla creamy feet. Her tongue darts in and out of the webbing between all five toes, adding a little suck to each toe as her plump lips reach them. She then broadly licks up her whole foot, starting at the heel, and slowly going up her arch to the ball of her foot. Her tongue slides off the tips of her toes and she ends it with a final suck of her big toe. It makes a wet *Pop* sound. She repeats the same process once more, then glances up at me with her big, brown eyes..

"Taste's good. You want a lick my sexy bare feet?"

I had been stroking my cock in my pants and watching her orally pleasure her own feet. To her last comment I could only nod my head "yes" after a brief pause. 

"Too bad. Antoinette's gonna get my other foot."

Spunky little tease isn't she. Hey, but that's not a bad deal either I suppose, I think to myself as I watch Alysha's teasing expression. It's a damn sexy deal so far, I have nothing to complain about... Although I'm going to need some release soon, or my balls might explode like cherry bombs in my scrotum. After all, I am watching two of the sexiest girls I've ever known get naked with each other. I'm still wearing the headset for taking orders, and I am momentarily brought back to reality when I hear the ding of a customer through the earpiece. Sorry buddy. you'll have to find another place to get your caffeine fix. I toss off my headset, and resume watching my private sex show. 

I turn around in time to see Antoinette's nearly naked body climbing up onto the sandwich table. She has to climb since she's such a small girl, and she does so by first putting both hands on the edge of the table, and sticking out her ass a little. She raises her left knee up to the table and kicks off the floor with her right foot so she can get her second knee on the table. Antoinette cat crawls forward a little, now completely on the table, and on her hands and knees, plump ass facing me. I can spot a little slice of Antoinette's darker, outer pussy skin peeking out from the side of her slinky, black thong material. Still wearing her shoes, she wiggles her feet a little and lets the final clumpy, leather articles of her uniform fall to the ground. Antoinette looks back at me and flashes a cute little smile, a few strands of her long braided hair falling across her face. 

*SMACK!*

Alysha gives Antoinette's protruding butt a sharp smack with her palm. 

*SMACK! * SMACK!*

As each strike lands on her reddening ass, Antoinette lets out three sharp yelps ending in somewhat jittery laughter. 

"She likes that." Explains Alysha.

Antoinette arches her back and wiggles her sweet, red delicious ass at me, spreading her toes and giving me a great view of her upside-down, stretching soles. Her fleshy soles are a pinkish, white sand colour, and I lovingly admire the significantly lighter skin tone contrasting stunningly with her smooth, chocolaty complexion. I gawk as she then shifts her body to face Alysha, and sits with her legs to one side, bare feet hanging enticingly off the edge of the table. Antoinette grabs a hold of Alyshas' one socked foot, and slowly brings it up to her face. I see her chest expand as she breaths in the scent of the other girls moistly socked foot, closing her eyes. She then slowly peels the sock back so that only Alyshas' heel is bare. 

Antoinette tenderly sucks on the soft ball of Alyshas' heel, leaving it red and glistening. She then sticks out her tongue and slips it in between the beautiful young teens' sock and wrinkled sole skin, biting down on the sock material with her teeth. She slowly pulls the rest of the sock up off Alyshas' foot with her teeth, dragging her bottom lip across the arch as she does so. 

"..Shit girl.. you sure you don't got a foot fetish of your own..?"

Alyshas' face is flushed as she exhales these words, and I can tell she's probably already getting a little moist down there by the way her pink thong panties cling to her vulva. My mouth is hanging open as I stroke my penis, and I'm practically drooling over the whole, lewd scene. Antoinette says nothing but drops the sock from her mouth onto the table. She grabs Alyshas' heel and lifts the leg up above her head. Antoinette then dips her head down to Alyshas inner thigh, nose inches from her damp pink panties. She slowly drags her lips and tongue up the bottom of Alyshas' thigh. 

She reaches the back of her knee, stops, wets her lips and continues tenderly kissing, and sucking her way up Alyshas' calf muscle to her Achilles tendon and heel. She licks up the entire length of Alyshas' foot and Alysha fans out her toes as Antoinettes' little tongue reaches them. Antoinette then proceeds to feverishly lap her tongue in between each one of Alyshas toes, at times nipping at them. She grabs hold of Alyshas' other foot and brings both feet up to her face, inhaling deeply as she rubs her little nose and lips across both soles. 

Antoinette sticks her nose in between Alyshas big and second toes and takes a deep whiff. She performs another thorough round of lovingly sucking each one of Alyshas' juicy, wiggling toes, as they are all lined up in front of her face. Some small whimpers escape Alyshas' full lips, as Antoinette continues her passionate process. I'm all out jacking off now, pants and boxers down to my knees, sitting on the break chair opposite the sandwich area, watching the action unfold as if in a dream. 

"Hey buddy... nice cock." Alysha comments while almost sounding surprised as Antoinette starts working her way down Alyshas' nubile legs.

Alysha is lustily eyeing my throbbing penis, and I bring my furious jerking down a notch, now steadily stroking, so she can catch a better glimpse.

"Uh, thanks. You girls are both.. just.. I'm speechless." I stutter honestly.

I see Antoinette take a curious little gander at my proudly erect prick from behind Alyshas' inner thigh. Her face is right back down in front of Alyshas' mound, face down ass up in the air. Alysha tears her eyes from my erection and puts her hands on the back of Antoinettes head, pressing her face into her eager young genitalia. Antoinette recedes back and yanks down Alyshas panties. The entrenched garment stretches at first, resisting Antoinettes tug for a slight moment before finally snapping free down her legs. Antoinette sits up, kneeling, and with a lustful look on her face, she tosses the soaking panties at me, adding more fuel to my already hyper excited body. 

Antoinette then plunges her delicate face into Alyshas awaiting loins, hungrily licking and slopping her tongue between first the outer, then inner folds. Alysha has a single landing strip of black pubic hair above her clitoral hood. Antoinette uses her left index and middle fingers to spread and expose the pink of Alyshas' swollen cunt. She points the same two fingers of her right hand at the tight entrance to Alyshas' wet hole. She looks up at her friends flushed, slack jawed expression of anticipation and lust, giving it a second before plunging the two fingers into her musky chasm. Antoinette excitedly finger fucks her girlfriends twat, in and out, in and out, slow at first then speeding up at a gradual pace. She adds a circular clit rub with her left thumb, as Alysha grinds her hips rhythmically into Antoinettes tiny hand.

I have also, subsequently sped up the pace of my masturbation to match the tempo of the situation, and just as I feel the orgasm welling up from my toes, Antoinette stops her furious fingering. She locks eyes with Alysha, who gives some sort of nod of confirmation, and Antoinette lathers up her hand with the, now freely flowing, juices of Alyshas vagina. Antoinettes hand is now covered in natural lubricant of her good friend, and her dripping index finger hovers a centimetre from Alyshas puckered anus. Antoinette gives me a little grin. Alyshas' asshole, and the entire vicinity of her crotch for that matter, is covered in glistening, milky fluid, and I can smell the wonderful scent of wet pussy replacing the stagnant smell of coffee, within the small confines of the building.

Antoinette slowly slips her finger up into Alyshas tight little poop chute, straining somewhat as Alysha now has to focus on her body relaxing enough to allow the anal penetration. She methodically thumbs Alyshas clit while Alysha drops her head back, and lays on her elbows, breathing heavily. Antoinette is finger pumping her girlfriends asshole in front of me, and she speeds up her pace. "a-ahhhhhh.." moans Alysha.

In the midst of this fantastic display, Antoinette turns her head to check me out, jerking my cock steadily. Female bodies intertwined in this beautiful act of passion, Antoinettes eyes meet mine, and a seductive expression forms on her cute little face. Without interrupting her rhythmic motions, Antoinettes' ultra feminine, angel like voice proclaims these simple words: 

"This is what Alysha likes.." 

Antoinettes' eyes dart back to the task at hand, as she open mouthed dives onto Alyshas quivering muff, engulfing her clit with her tiny mouth. Tongue swirling on the swollen nub of Alysha, Antoinette works it like a human vacuum, sucking in her cheeks with effort. Delicious slurping noises accompany the repetitive wet smacking sound of Antoinettes' ass pumping hand.

"More!...More!" Alysha instructs between bouts of gasping, and full on holding her breath.

Antoinette pauses and forms a Spock, "Live long and prosper" hand. She barely breaks her rhythm as she assigns the pinkie and ring finger to the butt prodding, and her middle and index return to Alyshas swelling pink hole. This time Antoinette immediately continues with her speedy hand-fucking pace, as well as the clit worship, and it isn't long before I see Alyshas body tense up and shudder.

"AAHHWWwwwwWW..!" her moan lingers, blushing mulatto skin glistening with sweat. Her taut, teenaged body convulsing as waves of delirious pleasure curl her delicious toes. Antoinette lifts her dripping maw from Alyshas erupting mound to admire the results of her handy work. Just as Alysha squirts her climactic girl juice, I can no longer hold out. I feel the orgasm well up, and start to pass throughout my entire body. It starts at my feet, up my legs, travels from my hands up my arms and my mind clouds with ecstasy. I squirt a rather impressive load of cum across the room. It shoots about five feet away, and splatters across the floor, and onto the sandwich table, mixing with Alyshas river of girl juice. I sit back, relieved, clutching my, still pulsating, phallus.

"I fuckin love you, girl.." exclaims a hazy Alysha, as she lies flat on her back, knees bent, eyes closed.

Antoinette looks up and seems to notice my scattered puddles of jizz. She follows the chunky sperm trail and finally looks up at me questioningly, as if to say, "You done already?" Hey, I'm 18, my dick can stay hard for hours, orgasm or not... this time is no exception. Antoinette seems to gather this fact telepathically, and flashes me a knowing smile before, like the little minx that she is, licking up the remains of Alyshas girl juices from her hand. 

She then lowers her face down to her girlfriends' cum puddle, ass up in the air and outstretched palms flat on the table, steadying her prayer-like descent. Sticking out her tongue, she proceeds to lap from the large, pool of fresh pussy cream Alysha has discharged, swallowing it down with pronounced, *gulps*. She takes her time with this, slurping at her leisure, hungrily gulping down the sweet nectar after each lap. 

Any momentum lost from my orgasm has just been entirely renewed after witnessing the beautiful, young, ebony vixen passionately perform this act of utter depravity. Antoinette squirms around for a second atop the sopping table, before spinning herself around so that her legs dangle off the edge, facing me. She raises her left leg and points her pussy moistened toes at me, enticingly. 

"Now it's my turn... get over here, you sexy man."

The moment I've jerked it to hundreds of times... Times a hundred. I will now "work" this girls tender body to the fullest. I stand up, still gripping my dripping cock, and slide the break chair over to sit in front of the sandwich table. I kneel on the seat in front of Antoinettes' little body, placing my palms on her knees. Alysha sits back up on her elbows, and, actually keeping her mouth shut, curiously watches the events unfold. 

I slide my hand down Antoinettes lower leg, feeling the smooth, yet somewhat sticky skin of her shin and calf. I lean forward and kiss her knee, before sliding my tongue down her sticky sweet shin, halting my lips at the top of her foot. She lets out a little squeal of delight, and my penis twitches with equal fervour. I then cup both plump little heels of her tiny feet in one of my hands, and lift her deeply arched soles up to my face. With my other hand I press her soft, moist feet into my face, inhaling the intoxicating fumes containing Alyshas pussy juices, and Antoinettes own, pleasantly pungent skin secretions. 

I take a long moment to fully enjoy the aroma, and allow the drunken lust to build up inside of me. I suddenly lather my tongue over the entire length of one foot, then the other, alternating feet for a moment before calming down a bit and focusing on one at a time. Antoinette releases a few soft moans of pleasure as I begin to suck each one of her toes, in a similar fashion to how Antoinette did Alyshas. As I'm lost in the process of worshipping Antoinettes dainty toes, she starts to wiggle her ass a little, and slides her thumbs down the sides of her thong material, stretching it out. I notice this movement, and get the hint. I pull myself away from her scrumptious toes for a moment and hold her feet to one side. I dip my nose into Antoinettes constricting chasm, respective skin still separated by the thin, damp thong fabric. 




Two Birds with One Stone Hard Cock



I grab the back elastic of her thong and carefully peel it upwards, holding both her legs up above me with my other hand. As I slowly extract the garment from the musky depths of her ass crack, milky strings disconnect from it and retract into sticky blobs of girl cream. Antoinettes' black panties are glistening wet with the translucent, whitish stains of her sex. Her pussy is shaved entirely, but her dark butt hole still has a few stray pubes growing around it. I pull her panties off completely, and toss the slinky fabric to Alysha. She instinctively catches them, and cover her nose and mouth with them, closing her eyes. 

I take a good look at my coworkers naked, wet booty. Her black pussy has bloomed, and the deep pink slit of her inner flesh seems to glow. Her fragrant fuchsia peeks out from betwixt the darkened ebony of her tender, fleshy folds, and I feel the need to plunge my face into her slippery, sweet sanctity. I let my body take over. I slip my tongue under within the folds of Antoinettes' flesh, and taste the salty, numbing sensation of her mound. I stick my index finger into her opening, and find much resistance. This girl is so tight I wonder if I'll be able to fit my dick in there. 

My cock wants to find out for sure, and it throbs in response to my previous mental question. I decide that it's time to do this proper. I stand up and take notice that my penis conveniently lines up perfectly with her tiny, wet pussy. Gripping both her feet in one hand by the ankles, my other hand holds my straining penis in place, as I bring it in for a landing. Antoinette brings her petite little hand around and grips my shaft, assisting in the manoeuvre. Her tiny hand can't even fully complete its grip around the throbbing circumference of my cock. 

The head of my penis kisses her hole, before finally plunging into her. Her heat steady radiating from within, her pussy tightens its walls at the sudden presence of my charging manhood. I push deeper, until I am balls deep in Antoinettes' snatch, and as my raging erection fills her guts fully, a loud, breathy moan of pleasure escapes Antoinettes lips. I slowly retract my penis from her vagina, and it releases with a wet sucking sound. I proceed back in slowly with repetitions, naturally speeding up the pace in a gradual manner. 

The slapping sound of our wet bodies colliding. The seductive biting down on her lower lip. The misty look in her eyes as our gazes lock. I realize that her bare feet are right in front of me for the taking. As I passionately pound her puss with my penis, I rake my teeth along down one of her heels. I breath in the scent of her soles, animalistic hips pumping her poon. I suddenly remember something from earlier, and give the side of Antoinettes ass a hard smack. She cries out in pleasure at this, and I do it a few more times. 

I hear a second cry of pleasure and look over to see Alysha, spread eagle, rubbing her pussy vigorously. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a little smile, continuing to masturbate furiously. The smell of sweat and sex is now thick in the air. Despite having just recently came, I won't be able to take much more of this without once again exploding. I slow my pace, and Antoinette lowers her legs down, pushing off my chest with her feet. She spins her body and I assist her forwards as I realize she wants it from behind. She once again puts her face down to the table, and raises her naked, dripping ass up in the air. 

Repositioning myself, I stand with one foot down on the break chair, and the other on the slippery table. The break chair should be enough to prevent a fall, and I once again take aim. My dick slides a little easier now into Antoinettes engorged box, and I slap my palm down on her ass a few more times, then gripping her glistening flesh, as I get back into the rhythm of things. She's now letting out little cries of amounting pleasure with each thrust of my cock, and each slap of my palm. After about a minute of this she seems to be close to orgasm. Then, much to my added delight, Alysha decides slide her ass towards us. 

Alysha positions herself so that her back is against the wall, and her swollen wet pussy is one again jammed into the blushing face of Antoinette. Antoinette immediately begins sucking and licking Alyshas' cunt with ferocity, and I continue to plug her muff, doggy style. Alysha stretches a long leg and pushes one finely shaped foot up into my face. She smothers my mouth and nose with her fanned out toes, poking them into my mouth, and even once up into a flared nostril. Without stopping, I speed up my thrusts, and grab a hold of Alyshas bare foot. Guess I'll get to taste her toes after all! The taste of Alyshas' salty toe skin, the sensation of Antoinettes tensing pussy muscles... It isn't long before I feel my next orgasm bubbling up from the depths of my body.

"I'M CUMMING!" I yell.

Jolts of unbridled pleasure shoot throughout my body, and my huge penis erupts with a godly blast of thick semen. Greedily sucking Alyshas' spread toes, I forcefully fill Antoinettes heaving cunt with a butt-load of jizz. Antoinette releases a simultaneous moan of pleasure, although muffled by Alyshas gyrating muff. Antoinettes' pussy muscles contract, responding to my eruption with a blast of her own juices, and her body shudders violently. Our mixture of sex fluids combines to add to the pool on the table, and also trails down our legs and bodies. Alysha seems to have another orgasm as well, as I see her squeeze her breasts tightly, body convulsing. Alyshas legs rest atop Antoinettes back and I slump down into the break chair, fully satisfied, and suddenly exhausted. 

"That was... somethin' else.." I say.

"Fuckin' right... helluva a way to pop a mans cherry."

Antoinette just curls up on the table, apparently napping. I suddenly hear a beeping noise. That of a horn. Still dazed, I glance over in the direction from which the sound is coming from. I can just make out a sliver of the storefront window. Through it I see the flashing headlights of an angry customer, patiently waiting to be served his late night coffee.



Two Birds



"Well, take them off!" she chirped as she bounced off the couch, across the room to the stereo. As I loosened the laces on my boots, upbeat jazz came out of speakers hidden in the corners of the room. Now in my stocking feet, I stood face to face with my partner, who was now just a bit taller than me in her heels. She held out her hands and we started to dance to the fast jazz beat.

Well, it would be more accurate to say that she danced to the beat. I sort of shuffled my feet and held out my hands, more of a straight man in this combo. Cathy, on the other hand was a marvelous dancer, athletic and lithe. Her arms wriggled and swayed sensuously, her feet and hips marked the rhythm perfectly. Her satin dress glistened, sparkled and glowed in the low afternoon sun that filtered through the curtains. I was definitely more watching than dancing, and it was a tremendous show.

Soon the upbeat tempo was replaced by more mellow tones and rhythms. We made a small attempt at a ballroom dance style, but soon collapsed into a standing swaying hug. She would alternately put her head on my shoulders, or gaze into my eyes. I would lightly kiss her neck, taking in her marvelous fragrance. I ran my hand down to the small of her back and pulled her hips into mine. She responded by swaying her hips and spreading her legs. For just a few minutes I felt that, perhaps, dancing with this beautiful woman would be enough, a deeply satisfying and moving experience. But she was ready for something else.

When the music shifted again to a mid-tempo piece, Cathy slowly peeled herself away from he. She looked down at the floor, shifting her feel slightly. "I've got something to show you," she said, mostly to the floor, only looking up on the word "you." I smiled and raised an eyebrow in invitation. Cathy took two steps back. Gracefully she reached up over her head, and I heard the quite "zzthththzz" of a zipper opening. Still looking somewhat shy, she worked the shoulders of her dress over her arms. She paused, looked a me and smiled. With one final quick motion her dress dropped down and became nothing more than a sparkling blue band around her high heels.

All at once, there was Cathy in all her glory. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped. Her nipples were puckered and erect from excitement and the slight chill in the air. Her skin had a lustrous cream complexion, from head to foot. this made her jet black bush stand out even more. She had trimmed her pubic hair into a very neat "V." Cathy is one of the few women I have seen that looks much better completely naked, rather than with just a hint of clothing on. She was at once girlish and all woman, shy and aggressive, forward and hesitant. All those tensions somehow melded together in a way that made her irresistible. Again, time stood still as I admired her statuesque body.

She smiled broadly and seductively. "I can see that yours eyes are enjoying this," she said, "Let's see what else is." With that she stepped toward me and crouched in front of me. Perched on her high heels, with her legs spread around mine, she lowered herself down so that her shoulders were at my belt level. Looking down, I could see that her labia had opened slightly, revealing the moist, deep pink interior. Looking up and chuckling a bit to herself, Cathy unfastened my belt and unsnapped my pants in short order. With one quick motion, she slid my trousers and underwear down onto my socks. My cock sprang out toward her face as it were spring loaded. Her smile grew larger. "Oh yes," she leered, "I am having quite an effect on you!"

I closed my eyes in anticipation of her full luscious lips sliding over the head of my cock. But nothing happened. Opening my eyes I saw that Cathy had stood up and turned toward the hallway. Reaching back, she grabbed my erection like the handle of a piece of luggage she was going to roll to her room. She took a step and gently pulled on me. I almost fell over. My pants were still wrapped around my ankles.

Even though it broke the mood for a moment, it was nice to hear her laugh. When I didn't follow immediately she looked back and saw my tangled feet. Her laugh came out somewhere between a giggle and a hearty belly laugh. She slid her fingers down my shaft and her fingertips lingered on the head as they slipped off. Still laughing a bit, she looked over her shoulder and said "Why don't you get yourself ready and come join me in the bedroom." Long confident strides carried her perfectly firm buttcheeks out of the room in to the hallway, I watched in admiration until she disappeared from view.

As I sat on the couch to strip off my pants, socks and shirt, I was hit one more time by a nagging doubt. I considered, however that if this were some kind of joke or set-up that she had certainly sacrificed quite a bit to get me to this point. Her desire seemed more than genuine enough. Bolstering my resolve, but carrying my clothes and boots -- just in case -- I headed down the hallway.

At the end of the hall was an open doorway with a light on. I walked in and set my clothes down by the door. I was mildly surprised at what I saw. Normally, I am a snuggling, foreplay kind of guy and I had imagined slipping under the sheets with Cathy and perhaps kissing every inch of her peaches and cream skin, but now that looked somewhat unlikely.

Cathy lay in the middle of the bed. Her head was propped up slightly by a pile of pillows behind her. She had kept her heels on and they were flat on the bed, so her knees were bent, her legs spread. One way or another, if I got into that bed it would be on top of her. Coming straight into the room and diving headfirst into her lovebox didn't seem right somehow, so I took the hint and crawled right on top of her.

Although I started kissing her as I took up my position, she didn't seem overly interested. She immediately reached down between her legs and gently cradled my semi-hard cock in her hand. She took the head and rubbed it between her very wet pussy lips. It quickly went from semi-hard to rock solid. She then grasped the bottom of the shaft and started pulling it into her. Always being one to take a hint, I pushed my hips forward feeling her vaginal warmth surround me and pull me in.

As it slid in, she moaned quietly with pleasure. "Mmmmmm," is one of my favorite sounds. I pulled back a little and slid forward, she smiled a bit, but no moan. I pulled all the way back and slid it forward, just a little more forcefully this time. "Ohhh, yesss" she said, surprisingly loud. Another hard stroke. "Oh god, yes!" she almost yelled. From then on each forceful stroke received a delightful little yelp, or some wonderfully obscene encouragement. Somehow hearing a dignified woman like Cathy screaming "Oh god yes fuck me! fuck me harder!" was music to my ears and encouraged me to do just that.

At first I was basically laying on top of her, but it was hard to generate the kind of force she wanted. I shifted up onto my knees and pulled her legs straight up, with her calves coming to rest on my shoulders. Being able to see most of her wonderful legs was certainly a nice bonus. My hands came to rest on the tops of her thighs, so I could pull her toward me with each stroke.

Soon, like an out of control locomotive, I was pistoning in and out at a furious rate. To use Cathy's own indelicate phrase I was "fucking the shit out of her pussy." Normally, pumping so energetically in such a wonderful pussy, with such a fantastic view, would have had me cumming in mere minutes. But I was putting so much physical effort into driving my cock deep into her, that my sensation was somewhat diminished. But it sure was fun! I was pounding away and she was yelling wonderful things, Cathy was giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "sexually active."

Even though I was not anywhere a sexual climax, I was at an aerobic one. Giving Cathy what she wanted was hard work! Finally, I was so out of breath that encouragement could no longer sustain me. My pace slowed and almost stopped. Cathy snapped her head up and looking at me fiercely said "You're not done are you?" For once I was able to honestly answer this question. "God, no," I croaked, "I just thought maybe we should switch positions."

She smiled, and I was pretty sure I could see the little wheels in her mind turning. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she said softly "I was thinking more of a change of location..."

"I dunno, it's kinda cold outside," I quipped. But Cathy was in no mood for humor.

"I want that wonderful cock in my ass..." she almost whispered

"Really?"

"Yes, oh god, I love it, but Kevin thinks it's gross."

I leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips "Sounds fantastic to me" I leaned back and watched my cock slip out of her tiny pink pussy. She leaned to one side and reached into the drawer of a bedside stand. After a moment of rummaging around she produced a small bottle of Astroglide. She put a small dab in her palm and rubbed it over my slightly flagging erection. The first chill of the lube was a bit of a shock, but her expert touch soon got things warm again.

She settled that wonderful head of curls back down into the pile of pillows. I lifted her legs back up again, admiring the view. She reached down and pulled her tight cheeks apart, exposing her impossibly small looking brown rose. I pushed my cockhead against the opening and she quivered with anticipation. I pushed a bit more and the cockhead disappeared.

With all the lubrication and her relaxed state, my cock slid in much more easily and quickly than I anticipated. Cathy's head jerked up off the pillows "Oh yes! That's it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!." I didn't need much more encouragement and began banging her again with abandon. Cathy reached down with her long delicate fingers and began rubbing her mons and clit furiously. I continued my full length, strong strokes in and out of her beautiful ass.

But Cathy had one more surprise for me. She stopped yelling her indecent encouragement and her eyes got very wide, then she closed them tightly. When she opened them again she looked at me and said "Oh god, Bill, I am sooooo close!"

Close?? Consider me another dense guy. I would have assumed that she was either cumming continuously or a least had five or six orgasms already! She was certainly the most vocal woman I had ever been with. But in any event, I tried to go even faster, as she seemed to like that the most. Her head pushed back deep into the pillows, and her eyes seemed to roll back in her head. Her body stiffened and then trembled and quivered in a wave from head to toe and back. For the first time since we started, her constant carnal commentary was silent. She seemed to be holding her breath, her butt muscles were so tightly clenched I almost could not move. Finally, one last full body shockwave shook her tiny frame, the vibrations grew until her hips, flat belly, chest and head each gave a huge shuddering heave, from top to bottom. Finally her whole body relaxed and an angelic smile came to her lips.

I watched in amazement and delight. Cathy opened her eyes and looked at me and whispered "Yes, oh god, yes. That was...fantastic." She shuddered again with what seemed like an aftershock. I was so enthralled that I found myself still holding her legs up with my motionless cock deep inside her. She smiled dreamily again "Mmmmmm, yes...so wonderful" Her revery was set aside for a second when she made eye contact with me again. "Did you cum too?" she asked sweetly.

Frankly, it almost seemed irrelevant to me at this point. But I still nodded my head "no." A sly grin came over her. "How can any man fuck this sweet tight ass and not cum?" I laughed a bit. "C'mon shoot your load in the there -- I got a reputation to uphold!" I needed no more encouragement than that. I started sliding my cock in and out more deliberately than before, allowing myself to enjoy the sensations of what was in fact, a sweet, tight ass.

A few minutes of delightful stroking had brought me to the verge of a climax, when once again Cathy announced she was "close." This time the tidal wave was not was intense, but it followed a similar pattern. When her muscles clenched I pushed in as deep as I could, and then followed with quick short strokes. The sensations were tremendous and I only needed a final stimulus. When I felt her starting to relax, I did as well and I could feel a flood of semen being released deep inside her.

With that, my muscles finally gave out and I rolled onto the bed beside her. I was completely spent. As I rolled onto my side, she lifted up and ended up on top of me. She felt like a feather, with her weight distributed so perfectly over her tall frame. We layed there for quite some time. There was not much to be said and we didn't say it. Her skin was soft and delicate everywhere against my body. Minutes passed, maybe a half hour.

It was finally Cathy who broke the silence. "I guess I'll have to be getting back to the real world now. I have dinner to make, kids to get..." her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, I have to get back to that world as well, I guess."

"This was wonderful," she said, as if I hadn't gotten that impression already.

"Yes it was. Cathy you are every bit as good as you look." She smiled and even blushed a little. But after just one more look in each other's eyes, she rolled off of me and the bed. Quickly, out of her dresser she pulled a pair of white cotton panties and a t-shirt. She slid them each on and took a pair of polyester slacks off a rack in her closet. After the pants, she slipped on some flat tennis shoes.

I was still fumbling with my boot laces and she was ready to go. I finished getting dressed and headed for the front door. She stood a few steps back from the door. I kissed her gently on the cheek, and she gave me a quick squeeze. I opened the front door and stepped out. Looking up I noticed that the sky was the color of the dress Cathy started in. "Sure gets late early here in winter," I thought. I turned back to the door to say goodbye or something, but it was already closed. Somehow I managed to drive myself home.

As wonderful as my little affair had been, the weekend still caused knots in my stomach. What would the new work week bring? I didn't think there would be a major problem, but it seems that I am always the last to know about such things.

So it was trepidation I felt when my wife came home from work on Monday and said that she had a "really weird" day. I asked her what she meant and she related a couple of incidents that she considered "weird."

"And then the weirdest thing of all happened," she said, and I started actually paying attention.

'Ummm, what was that, dear?"

"After lunch, Cathy came to my office and closed my door." My heart sunk into my stomach and both of them sunk through the floor.

"Oh?" I tried to act nonchalant.

"Yes, she closed the door and just looked at me and then said 'I am so glad that you are my boss.' Can you imagine! Cathy!"

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. "I wonder what brought that on?"



Two Birthday Gifts



My boyfriend Rob likes to shave my pussy himself. He would regularly ask me to grow it out so that he could feel a real sense of accomplishment when soaping up and removing my heavy bush to see the thick lips of my bare cunt beneath. I enjoyed it too, especially as he would lick me to submission when I was all clean and fresh. When he asked me to let it grow a few weeks ago I wasn't surprised. He promised me he had something special lined up for my birthday and I was to leave it until then. Well, yesterday was my birthday and I was sure surprised by what came next! 

When I got home from work Rob had cooked me dinner and we enjoyed a romantic candle lit meal. He kept topping up my wine glass and massaging my shoulders as he passed me at the table. I was feeling very relaxed and decidedly horny by the time he took my hand and led me upstairs. He told me to get a shower and wash my hairy pussy nice and clean as he was ready to rid me of the growth. I jumped under the hot water and washed myself in my favourite perfumed soap, paying special attention to my pussy and ass. I had to resist the temptation to get myself off then and there but I knew it would be so much nicer with Robs fingers inside me instead of mine.

I wrapped my self in a thick white towel and dried off then moisturised my whole body with the matching scented cream to the soap. I smelled sexy to myself. When I entered our bedroom I saw that Rob had gotten the silk ties out and had placed a firm pillow in the middle of our bed. He stood to the side waiting for my reaction. Rob knows I like to be tied up but I have never had him tie me while he took a razor to my tender pussy lips. My body flushed at the slight danger this submission would provide. But I trusted him, so I lay on my back and lifted my arms above my head without a word. Rob tied my wrists loosely and connected the ties to each corner of the bed. They were very long and I had lots of room for movement. I found this unusual at the time as Rob likes to have me bound pretty tight usually.

He told me he'd bought me two gifts for my birthday. The first was a spreader bar. I'd never used one before but had often been excited by them when seeing them used on girls in the porn movies we watched together. I was already getting wet as he attached the three foot bar to my ankles. He stood and surveyed me from the end of the bed. Bound and spread for his pleasure. I was anticipating his first move when the doorbell rang. Before I could say a word he left the room.

When he didn't immediately return I started to get a little flustered. Surely he wouldn't be chatting with the neighbours or listening to some door to door salesman while I was tied up just a floor above him? I waited what felt like an eternity before he appeared in the bedroom doorway. 

"Your second gift has just arrived my love" he said. 

He stepped aside and a young woman entered our bedroom. My breath caught and I could feel the blush sweeping through my whole body. I was butt naked before a stranger and I couldn't even move to cover myself. I could smell my pussy juices but hoped that all she would smell was my lovely perfume. She didn't speak. She just walked to the end of the bed between my spread legs and looked down at my pussy. She turned to Rob and smiled. 

"This is Lindy. She's a beautician. She's here to wax you" 

Lindy started to get various things out of a large holdall she'd brought with her. I recognised the paraphernalia of the wax pot and strips as she set them out on the sideboard. I couldn't make my lips move to say anything. I just looked at Rob with my eyes huge and questioning. He walked towards me and whispered in my ear "Don't worry honey, this is going to be the best wax you ever had and when you're all smooth I will eat your pussy until you are begging me stop".

Rob climbed onto the bed and wriggled underneath my arms so that he was sat up with his back against the head board and his legs either side of my body. He pulled me up the bed so that I was nestled against his chest. I understood now why he had left so much length on the ties. He told me to lift my arse and Lindy repositioned the pillow under me so it pushed my pussy up. She sat on the bed beside me.

"You are very wet. I cannot wax you this way. Your pussy juice is running down your thighs. I will need to clean you up first. She reached into her holdall and pulled out a pack of wipes. She gently began to swipe them around my pussy and across my inner thighs. Rob was gently stroking my upper arms and watching her intently. When she had finished with my thighs she moved her hands to my pussy lips and began to wipe them down. She touched everywhere but my clit. 

"It's no good. You are getting wetter and wetter as I clean you. I will have to stench the flow".

From her bag of tricks she pulled out what appeared to be a giant tampon. "This is a cloth dildo. It will absorb the wetness and allow me to wax around you properly". 

Lindy spread my pussy lips wide and put the head of the dildo at my entrance. It must have been 8 inches long and as wide as Robs cock. As she pushed it inside my I could feel the fabric gripping my pussy walls. I gasped as she pushed it further and further in. "Use your pussy muscles to hold it inside or it will slide out you're so wet". I flexed my pelvic floor to hold it tight and could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within me. 

"I am going to apply the wax now. On the count of three you know what to do Rob" she said. I felt the warm wax being pasted on to my pussy lips. 

"One, two, three" as she got to three I felt the stingy pain of the wax pulling on my bush at the exact time that Rob reached around and brutally pinched both my nipples. I screamed aloud. The mixture of sheer pleasure and pain sending shooting thrills directly to my clit. I could feel my wetness mounting and the dildo started to pop out my dripping pussy as she continued to wax and Rob continued to stretch and pull my sensitive nipples. I was panting as the feelings overwhelmed me and my orgasm was getting closer and closer.

Lindy reached down and grabbed the end of the fabric dildo. She started to fuck it in and out of my hole. My flesh was tingling around it from the hot wax and hair being pulled off. I could barely breathe as I started to come. My nipples were on fire as Rob continued his pinching.

"You dirty little girl" he whispered in my ear "You love that strange woman fucking your pussy and waxing you clean" this sent me over the edge and I cried out as she rammed the dildo harder and harder. 

As my orgasm subsided she wiped me down again with her cloths and brought out a new rubber dildo. She took the dirty one sodden in my juices and brought it up to my face. 

"Open up" she said. I opened my mouth and she pushed the dildo in. "Suck that clean while I do your inner lips. You're going to be bare down there". Rob held the dildo and pushed it in and out of my mouth like a cock while she filled me with the new one. I swear it was bigger than the last one and I knew if I could see, that my pussy lips would be stretched grotesquely around it. I sucked the taste of myself from cloth as the smell of my own cunt wafted up to Robs nose.

Again, I felt the warm wax on my inner lips and steeled myself for the pain of her ripping the strips off. Rob shoved the sodden dildo deeper into my mouth and gagged me with it as his fingers returned to my delicate nipples. He pulled and pinched again as she whisked the stips off. I was moaning around the dildo in my mouth and clenching the big stick of rubber in my pussy as she did it. 

"All done" she said. "Now for some soothing ointment".

Into the holdall she went again and came out with a bottle of oil that she poured into her hands and warmed. She started to gently massage the lips of my pussy rubbing the oil deep into my sore skin. Rob removed the dildo from my mouth as I struggled for breath. I twisted my head to him and he kissed me deeply, tasting my juices in my mouth. He hands went back to my tortured nipples and began to gently stroke them. In my mind I was begging Lindy to touch my clit but I couldn't get the words out. She avoided it completely but her hands went lower dipping into the crack of my ass and rubbing the outside of my little rosebud. I let out a deep sigh as one her fingers started to probe my anus as the other hand started to move the big rubber dildo in and out of my grasping cunt. She put another finger in my ass as Robs pulling became harder and harder on my nipples. I pulled against my bonds until I could stand it no longer.

"My clit, my clit, please touch my clit"

Lindy bent her head down and started to lap at my desperate little nubbin with her tongue. I screamed as I came all over her face and passed out.

When I finally came round, I was untied and wrapped up in our bed. The room was empty. Only my waxed smooth little pussy told me I hadn't dreamt it.