Escort Girls Bk3 - Lucky Stiff Pt 1

Lucky Stiff

Book Three of the Escort Girls Anthology

By Magda McKune

Part 1

CHAPTER 1

The wind through the open window gently tossed my jet-black hair about my face as I cruised down the darkened road in Tony's beloved Jaguar. The night breeze felt cool and invigorating against my naked arms and shoulders. My exquisite ankle-length slit-to-the-thigh cherry red dress was another loaner from fashion designer Ellen Vondaberger, beginning just above the nipples of my high and firm perfect 36-inch bust and held in place by thin spaghetti straps over my bare light-coffee shoulders. Of course I wore no brassiere or panties -- that wasn't the Tony Rose escort way. Undergarments made unflattering lines and creases in your clothes. Besides, I wanted to show off my designer dress in the best form I could and feeling the light sheer rayon fabric against my dark naked skin made me feel freer and perhaps just a little bit naughty.

Normally our escorting jobs were in town but my magazine magnate client Howard Hess preferred to hold this particular dinner party at his cozy little 40-room mansion in the country. There were plenty of cooks and servants for the dozen or so black-tie attendees so my role was more of a hostess than escort. The man had no problem with my being black, in fact my dark complexion probably lent a bit of exotic flavor to the evening as I welcomed the guests, attended to their needs, and saw that they had plenty to eat and drink. Plus the fact that I had a dazzling personality, terrific hourglass figure, and drop-dead gorgeous features didn't hurt one little bit.

All this and so humble too. Well, maybe not when it came to admiring my curvaceous figure. I tend to wax narcissistic over my dynamite body and great looks -- hell, they're the only things that are truly mine and I can be proud of. When Tony my darling boss and frequent lover found me slaving away in that shitty topless bar, he said that I had the looks, the personality and the charm to become one of the best female escorts in the business. I didn't believe him at first with my self-esteem as low as it was, but with a lot of patience and hard work I struggled to make myself one of the top professional escorts in town as my little way of thanking him for all his confidence, patience and care.

I thought back to the events of the evening. Howard Hess my host was a dark-haired man in his fifties -- handsome, sexy and filthy rich. In fact, he was so loaded he didn't have to be handsome, but in my opinion, I thought the man quite charming and delightful company. More than a few times that evening the idea slipped into my mind of taking him aside into one of his many vacant bedrooms for some quick nookie action, but I was working and didn't want us to neglect his company.

I used to think I had a thing for white guys -- that perhaps after making it with my darling stud boss Tony I'd never go back to black. But after screwing enough men of various races I discovered that Caucasians weren't that much different in bed. I mean, a cock is a cock is a cock. With the lights off my pussy couldn't tell the difference. I fucked women from time to time as well, but I still preferred sex with the male gender, regardless of what race they happened to be.

At one point during the party I excused myself to go downstairs to the mansion's wine cellar. I paused while examining the label on a very old and very expensive bottle of wine to reflect on my past life. Hell, a year ago I couldn't tell a Merlot from a Chardonnay and now here I was, in the cellar of a fancy mansion choosing the proper after dinner aperitif.

A pair of arms encircled my waist, a warm body pressed against my back and lips tenderly nuzzled my nape. "God you are so beautiful."

"Thank you, Mister Hess."

"What would it take for you to stay with me?"

I raised my eyes from the bottle and scowled at the web-covered wall. "As your mistress?"

"As my aide, secretary, adviser -- anything you want."

"I like being an escort."

His lips nibbled my earlobe while his hands kneaded the sheer fabric over my flat tummy. "I can make it worth your while."

I smiled at the bottle in my hands. "I believe it is your glands that are doing the talking."

"I'm completely sincere. You're beautiful, charming, intelligent -- " His hands moved slowly up my body, his palms cupping my full perfectly-proportioned 36-inch bust.

"I think my tight ass and big tits may have something to do with it."

"They're definitely a plus."

I set the bottle aside on a shelf and tilted my head to the side for his kissing along my neck. "You're sweet to offer, but -- "

"At least spend the night."

"You have guests."

"To hell with my guests," he grunted. "Please... say you'll sleep with me."

"I'm not a whore."

"I wouldn't want you if you were. I want you because you excite me and arouse me, not because I hired you to be here."

"I arouse you?" I reached a hand behind me to feel his crotch. Yep... hard as a lead pipe. "Honey, you're just horny for a convenient piece of ass."

The man groped my big bosom. "I certainly cannot refute the overwhelming evidence."

I chuckled and turned in his arms. "Really Mister Hess -- "

"Howard." He caressed his hands down my back to grope my butt, his mouth returning to kiss my neck.

"Howard honey," I sighed dreamily, draping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes. "If you don't control yourself, we may end up boffing our brains out in your wine cellar."

"Fine by me."

I chuckled and moved my hands onto his shoulders, gently easing him away. "I will not ruin this gorgeous gown by boinking my client on a stack of dirty dusty wooden crates," I chastised. I lowered a hand to his crotch and dropped open his fly. "Although a quick blow-job is certainly not out of the question."

I opened his tuxedo slacks and fished out his dick, pumping my hand along the swelling shaft. Howard pressed his mouth to mine in a long passionate kiss, his hands returning to grope and fondle my chest. I dropped to squat on my haunches, taking his prick into my mouth. Hess exhaled his breath in a deep sigh, his fingers easing the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and peeling the front of my dress down to expose my big black boobs.

"Oh Jett, you're so good," he panted, rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples in his fingers. I bobbed my head up and down his thick stiff dick, one hand cupping his ball sac while the other gripped his tight butt.

He began undulating his hips and I held my head steady for him to fuck my mouth. "Oh yes," he moaned. "God you're wonderful." I grabbed the top of my dress and peeled it further down my chest to my navel, leaning forward as he continued to hump my mouth and clamping my big tits around his hot shaft. "Oh yeah," he breathed, digging his fingers through my long jet-black hair. "Let me fuck those big beautiful tits."

I leaned back on my heels a little as he stroked through the valley of my cleavage, squeezing my mounds around his hot pipe and taking the crown into my mouth with every thrust.

"Oh yeah baby," he expelled. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in my mouth baby."

Howard clamped his hands on the sides of my head and pumped harder and faster, his hips jerking forward and releasing a spew of warm salty semen onto my tongue. "Oh yes!" he growled, drawing back and thrusting home once more to deposit another smaller load.

I licked a dribble of jizz from the edge of my mouth and stood, tugging the top of my dress back up over my bust. "Come along darling," I cooed. "We can't neglect your guests."

"Oh Jett," he sighed, tucking his dick back into his trousers. "I could definitely use you on a long-term basis."

"You'd get tired of me."

"Never."

I smiled and turned back to the rack of bottles. "Let me think about it."

Hess moved close against my back once more, his arms around my waist and face buried in my satiny dark tresses. "Name your price."

"I'm expensive," I grinned to the wall. "But worth every penny."

"I can certainly imagine."

His hands moved higher up to my full bosom and I quickly pulled his wrists away. "Let's not start that again," I scolded, placing a wine bottle in each of his hands. "Here's something else to hold onto for a while."

"It won't be as nice."

I turned to face him and offered my host a peck on the cheek. "Your guests will think we were up to something we've been gone so long."

"We would have been," he smirked, following me from the room. "If you didn't have such strong concern for your wardrobe."

I paused and turned at the bottom of the stairs. "You're very cute," I smiled, caressing my fingertips across his face. "Invite me back sometime when you don't have company and we'll talk."

"Talk?"

"Yes talk."

"You're no fun."

"All right," I smiled offering a soft smooch on the cheek. "Maybe more than talk."

"I'd prefer to do less than talk."

I purposefully struck a sensuous pose with one hand on the banister and the other on one curvaceous hip. "We'll see," I leered. "Who knows -- I might even wear a dress that I don't care if it gets ruined on some dusty old crates."

Howard stepped closer, his face inches from mine. "Or tossed aside on satin sheets?"

"Or polishing the kitchen floor," I grinned, my fingers carefully adjusting his tie. "And maybe a few countertops."

"Damn," he frowned raising the two bottles in his fists. "If ever there was a time when a man needed his hands free --"

"That's the idea lover," I smiled, gently patting his cheek. "That's the idea."

"Damn," I cursed softly under my breath reaching into the glove compartment for a Kleenex. I hated getting so horny so late at night. My cunny was beginning to tingle and drip with recollection of the evening and I didn't want to spoil Ellen's beautiful dress or get the seats of Tony's Jaguar sticky with pussy juice. I pulled the thigh-high slit of the dress aside and dabbed at my seeping snatch, squeezing my legs together and pressing my hand against my crotch. I wondered if my Hawaiian partner and dear friend Kiki was back from her job yet. The little minx was a certified nymphomaniac and was usually up for some satisfying cunt-slurping action any time of the day or night. Maybe I'd stop by her place when I got back into town -- if my pussy could wait that long.

I could really use a cigarette. But I made a promise I wouldn't smoke in Tony's car.

Damn.

I knew that if I had stayed the night at the mansion, I would have undoubtedly ended up doing the nasty all night long with my handsome client. Maybe I was beginning to develop a thing for white dudes after all. The fact that he was great-looking, charming, witty and richer than Midas certainly made his job offer very tempting but with my lustful appetite for sex I'd probably hump the poor millionaire into a coma or give him a cerebral hemorrhage the first month.

But what a way to go.

I spotted flashing lights in the dark distance up ahead and slowed a bit in case it was an accident. There was a car on the shoulder of the road with the driver resting casually on the trunk, his hands hooked behind his head in comfortable repose. He was a young man in his twenties with short dark hair wearing denim jeans and a light polo shirt. I slowed and pulled onto the shoulder ahead of his car thinking he looked harmless and non-threatening enough for me to offer him some assistance on this lonely stretch of road. Also, from the quick glimpse I caught of him in my headlights as I passed by, I thought the guy looked cute as all hell and I wanted to get a closer peek at his face. Of course, my heightened state of horniness had absolutely nothing to do with my humanitarian motivations.

The guy rolled off the back of his car as I shifted into reverse and backed up closer to his stranded vehicle. I rested my elbow on the open driver's door and watched through the side mirror as he approached. He had a great athletic body and kind of reminded me of my coworker escort Steve but with more of a carefree boyish attitude. For a fleeting instant I wondered if he was single. I don't know why. As an escort I attended to both bachelors and married men alike and had no compunction about sleeping with either if we were both willing adults or simply if the guy was cute enough. And this dude was certainly cute enough. I smiled up at him as he stopped beside my door and rested a hand on the roof like a stereotypical highway patrolman. I almost expected him to ask me if I knew how fast I was driving. "Hi there," he grinned.

I returned the smile. "Hi there yourself."

The guy nodded his head to his distressed vehicle. "Got a flat and no spare."

"Pity." I sighed and batted my dark eyelashes. "Need a lift?"

"Sure," he smiled. "That would be great."

I inclined my head to the passenger side. "Hop in."

He dropped his hand from the roof onto my bare arm and a surge of electricity coursed through every cell of my body. The tingles finally settled in my damp pubic region. "Thanks." I watched him cross around in front of the beams of my headlights, my mind generating dozens of sensuous and erotic scenarios. I felt my pussy growing moist again. I clamped my knees together to fight back the urge to finger myself down there. Usually it would take a little more than just a single touch to get me hot and excited but this handsome young man had a certain something that pushed my right buttons and really got me turned on.

My friend climbed in the passenger side and shut the door. "I really appreciate this," he said.

I smiled. "No problem." I dropped the car into gear and pulled back onto the road.

The guy scanned the Jaguar's exquisite interior. "Your car?"

I shook my head. "My boss'."

His eyes panned my curvaceous figure. "You're all dressed up. Did you come from a dinner party or something?"

My fingers tugged on the thin strap over a bare shoulder. "What -- this old thing?" I turned to my companion with a wide smile. "Actually, I'm just on my way back from the Hess Mansion." I shook my head as the guy let out a low whistle. "Nothing like that," I chuckled. "I was a hostess there. It's my job."

"Some job."

I turned my face to him, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard instruments. "Where were you headed?"

"East," he sighed. "My mother's not feeling well and I wanted to go visit her. The second I heard that rear tire blow I remembered I didn't have a spare so I just waited it out until somebody showed up."

My eyes flicked to my friend. "Lucky for you I did."

"Lucky me," he nodded soberly, his gaze steady upon me. "Rescued from my plight by such a gorgeous guardian angel."

I looked over at him and saw that he was sincere in his compliment. I chuckled softly and patting his knee. "I'm certainly no angel honey, but I'm glad I could be of help." The guy placed his palm on top of my wrist keeping my hand on his leg. Again with the sparks and the tingling in my loins. I cleared my throat awkwardly and glanced at the dashboard clock. 1:57. "I doubt there's any service stations open this time of night," I remarked, casually removing my trembling hand. "Any place I can drop you?"

The guy looked out the windshield to the passing trees briefly lit by our headlights and shrugged. "Any motel we come to is fine. I can get my car fixed in the morning."

There was a cluster of buildings just up ahead on the right, one displaying an illuminated sign saying Starlight Motel with a neon Vacancy sign. "This okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I pulled the Jag into the gravel parking lot and up to the manager's office. My friend opened the passenger door, the interior lights highlighting his handsome features. God he was gorgeous. "Wait for me a minute?" he paused. "In case they're full up?"

Shit baby, I'll wait for you all fucking night I thought. "All right."

He climbed out and went into the door marked Office. I must be crazy I scowled, anxiously tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. Offering a ride to some stranger stranded in the middle of nowhere and then ten minutes later entertaining sordid fantasies about having sex with the guy. I must be totally deranged or sexually frustrated. Probably not frustrated. My escorting job offered me plenty of sexual satisfaction -- male and female alike. There was just something about this guy -- something mysterious and sexy.

He returned a few minutes later, leaning and resting his elbows on my driver's side door. "All set," he smiled, his face mere inches from mine. "I can't thank you enough for your help."

I hesitated, my heart slamming against my chest. "Um... could I use your bathroom before I go?"

"Sure," he smiled, nodding to a row of doors on an adjacent building. "Number 14."

I steered Tony's Jaguar over to his room, the man's feet crunching over the gravel along my side. I switched off the engine and he opened the door for me, offering a hand out. "Just a second," I injected, slipping my bare feet back into my matching red straps. "Driving a car in high heels is a real bitch."

"Don't I know it," he chuckled.

"Silly boy," I laughed, accepting his hand and stepping from the car.

"Wow!" The man gaped, taking in my full outfit as he closed the door. "You look absolutely fantastic!"

"Flatterer," I fawned, nudging his leg with my hip.

My friend led the way and turned the key in the lock, opening the door and stepping in. He snapped on the light and glanced around. "All the comforts of home."

"Cozy," I observed, following him inside.

"A regular Highway Hilton." He closed the door behind me. We exchanged looks a long moment and he inclined his head over my shoulder. "I think the bathroom's back there."

"Oh... yeah," I stammered, suddenly recalling the reason I was in his motel room.

I ducked into the bathroom and quickly washed up, emerging a few minutes later to find my host leafing through the yellow pages of the phonebook on the dresser. "There's a couple places I can call tomorrow," he mused, his finger tracing along the list of service stations.

I smiled and nodded as I crossed behind him. "Then I guess you're all set." I opened the door a few inches and turned back to the stranger. "I suppose I'll see you around."

The guy set the phone book down and moved to me, stopping a few inches away. "I really appreciate your help."

Both of us were silent for a few moments, staring into one another's eyes. At last, I moved my mouth close to his, offering a quick kiss on the lips. I drew back and studied his eyes. "I don't know why I did that."

The man raised his hand and gently cupped my chin in his palm, his lips meeting mine to return the gesture. My heart leaped in my chest and my lungs drew in a deep gasp. "I definitely know why I did that," he whispered.

I exhaled my breath in a long sigh, my hand on the knob cracking the door a couple inches. "I suppose I should be going."

"Anybody waiting up for you?"

"No."

My companion placed his hand onto the door and gently eased it shut. "It's much too dangerous to drive at night."

"It is?"

He nodded slowly, his lips softly kissing my bare shoulder. "Uh huh." My flesh shivered with stimulating sensations and my legs felt like rubber. "Perhaps it would be better if you drove back in the morning."

I closed my eyes and tilted my face to the ceiling as he nibbled along my neck. "Much safer."

"Stay with me?" he whispered. It wasn't a question.

"Oh God, how I want to."

He cupped my face in both his hands, his mouth meeting mine in a long passionate kiss. I expelled my lungs in a deep sigh, my arms wrapping around his neck to pull him tighter against my lips.

The stranger moved his hand along the wall to switch off the lights. The room suddenly became dark, illuminated only by the yellow and white pulsating bulbs of the motel sign outside. His hands caressed my bare shoulder blades and down my back, sliding lower along my sides to my rear. "Oh yesss," I moaned softly into his mouth, pressing my body tighter against him, my boobs crushed against his chest.

He leaned down and hooked a hand under my knees, lifting and cradling my body to his chest.

"Careful of the dress darling," I cautioned quietly, kicking the shoes from my feet as he carried me to the bed. "It's on loan."

My lover rested one knee on the mattress, gently laying my body onto the covers. "Damn you're so beautiful," he whispered reverently.

I smiled, my hands caressing his muscular chest. "I happen to think you're pretty good lookin' yourself." He bent his head lower kissing and nibbling my neck as his fingers gently eased the slender spaghetti straps over my bare shoulders. "Oh yes," I rasped, straining my head back against the pillow and arching my spine off the mattress as he slowly peeled the dress down my back. "God you're great."

"I can't believe my luck," my lover mused, his lips nibbling down my chest and kissing over the soft full flesh of my big tits. "Having you rescue me."

"Lucky stiff," I chuckled, my hand squeezing the growing bulge at his crotch. I raised my butt from the sheets as he tugged the dress over my hips, sliding the garment from my legs and carefully draping it at the foot of the bed. His eyes soaked in my full nakedness, especially the cute heart-shaped sculpted patch of curly dark hair covering my pubic mound. "Thanks," I smiled, my fingers unfastening the clasp of his jeans. "That dress is worth more than I make in a month." My breath caught in my throat as he bent down, his tongue flicking over my hard erect nipple, his hand cupping and squeezing my other breast while his free hand moved south over my belly to my pubic area. "Oh yeah," I rasped, my body writhing to his touch. "Baby you got me so hot."

My silent partner moved his mouth to my other nipple, his hand alternating to the other bosom. My fingers hurriedly fumbled with his zipper, ripping open his fly and tugging his pants and underwear over his hips. "Oh yeah baby," I breathed as his big beautiful cock sprang into view -- long and thick and swelling to full erection. "Come to mama!" I wrapped my hand around it, stroking the thickening shaft while the fingers of my other hand raked through his short blonde hair. He moved his mouth lower, kissing and licking my navel and tummy and eventually reaching my fuzzy muff. "Yeah baby!" I exhaled lustily, his breath hot and sensual upon my pussy lips. "You make me feel like I'm the lucky one." My lungs expelled in a sharp gasp as his tongue met the sensitive folds of my vagina, my fist pumping his dick harder and faster as he probed the fleshy opening of my seeping slit. "That's it," I grunted, my spine jerking and twisting under his touch. "Damn you got me so fucking wet."

My lover raised up and climbed off the mattress, moving around to the foot of the bed. "Where are you going?" I whimpered.

"Let me see you," he commanded softly. I quickly spread my legs wide, my fingers parting my pussy lips for his view. He bent down and pulled off one of his shoes. "Touch yourself." I silently obeyed, fingering the sensitive nub of my clit as I watched him undress. "God you're gorgeous."

"Naughty boy," I rasped lustily, fingering myself. "You're such a tease." He pulled the polo shirt over his head and cast it aside, his naked body slashed by the bands of light filtering through the parted curtains. "Yum yum," I leered, licking my lips as I masturbated for him. "Hot stud."

"Let me hang this up," he nodded soberly, gingerly picking up my designer dress.

"Please baby," I mewed pitifully, my hips gyrating under my probing fingers. "Don't make my poor wet pussy wait another minute."

He smiled and draped the dress over the arm of a nearby chair. "As you wish." He returned to the foot of the bed, dropping to his elbows with his face close to my crotch. He gently pressed my thighs apart with his hands and moved his mouth closer, his tongue drawing a long swipe across my seeping vagina.

I sighed with contentment, my fingers digging through his hair. "Oh yes baby, you know what I want."

His mouth licked and slurped my hot wet cunt, my body tingling with delicious sensations and erotic desires. "You taste great," he garbled between my legs.

"Ever eat black pussy before?" I panted, my body twitching to his coital stimulation.

The man grinned up from my crotch. "Would you prefer for me to say you were my first?"

"First, last, who gives a shit?" I scowled, reaching down to pull his face back to my tingling twat. "Just don't fucking stop." He plunged his tongue deep inside the folds of my vagina, my body writhing with lustful desires. "That's it baby," I purred. "You're getting this woman hot and ready for that big hard tool of yours."

"You taste like you're ready now," he grinned into my dripping hole.

"Then give it to me honey," I mewed, writhing on the bed as he tongued me into a horny lustful frenzy. "Slip that nice juicy hard cock into my hot black pussy."

The man leered up from between my legs. "Yes ma'am!" He crawled on his knees onto the mattress, taking my ankles and lifting my feet high over my head.

"That's it lover!" I rasped, reaching a hand between my knees and guiding his hard shaft into my waiting love-tunnel. "Give it to me." The stud eased the crown in slowly then backed out and pressed in again, gradually establishing a steady humping rhythm. "Yeeeessss," I hissed, wrapping my arms around my legs and hugging my knees to my chest. "Damn you feel great!"

"You're so hot and wet," he growled, bucking his hips to pump my oozing slit.

I sighed dreamily. "Baby, you definitely give this woman what she needs."

The stranger leered down at me. "And what's that?"

"A real good fuck!" I grinned. "That's what!"

My lover quickened his stroke, his rigid rod slamming savagely into my burning orifice like a red-hot steam-piston. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh..." My breath came in short staccato gasps as my boobies jiggled and wobbled about my bare chest.

"God, you got great tits," he panted.

"You like?" I exhaled. I clamped my hands over my huge hooters, my thumbs and forefingers tweaking the dark erect nipples. "You like my big tits?"

"Shit yeah!"

"You wanna fuck my big tits baby?"

The blonde stud drew out of my oozing pussy and lowered my legs back down to the mattress. He crawled on his knees to kneel on either side of my ribs. He slid his warm slick meat into the valley of my cleavage, my palms squeezing my ripe melons around the shaft. The man resumed his steady stroke between my boobs, his prick gliding easily with the lubrication of my pussy juice.

He reached a hand behind his back and slipped a finger into my still-stimulated oozing snatch. "Finger me baby," I moaned, his tit-bucking tempo never faltering as he probed my damp fuck-hole. "Fuck my tits and finger that wet pussy."

"Damn you're hot," he grunted, my hips bucking against his hand.

"You're the one who got me hot."

I lowered my chin to my chest, my mouth sucking the tip of his cock every time he thrust forward. "Oh shit," he rasped, his fingers faster and deeper into my seeping slit.

"You gonna cum?"

"Not yet."

"Good." I leered up at him. "Do me doggie-style."

He quickly climbed off and rolled to the side, stroking his meat in his fist as I shifted up onto my hands and knees, the two of us positioning ourselves for a little back-end bucking. I raised up onto all fours as my partner crawled on his knees between my legs, his hand guiding his stiff prick to my waiting opening. "Oh yeah," I exhaled as he resumed his steady stroke. "God you're good."

My mystery lover kneaded the soft flesh of my ass cheeks as he pounded hard and deep into my seeping snatch, my hanging jugs swaying below me in cadence to his savage stroke. My old asshole ex-boyfriend Maurice used to call me Nay after the way I would buck and grunt and flail my hair about my face like a pony as he pounded into me doggie-style. He was right. I grunted and whimpered like a wild filly, my lover sliding his hands up my bare back and gripping his hands onto my shoulders by my neck and riding me like a bucking bronco rider. Giddy up cowboy!

"Damn you got a great body," my lover breathed reverently, his hands smoothing over the dark flesh of my bare back.

"You got a great cock baby," I panted with lust. "And you sure know how to use it." He gradually increased his tempo, his hips bucking faster and harder into my hot wet vagina. I felt my loins tingling with expectation, the sensations coursing across my flesh like static electricity. "Oh baby," I whimpered as my hard sensitive nipples brushed back and forth below me across the soft linen sheets. "You're gonna make me cum."

The man leaned over my back and wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning his body to the side and pulling us over. I squealed with surprise as we fell onto our sides, the guy lifting my leg up and resuming his steady pumping of my seeping cunt in the spoons position.

His arm pinned beneath my side reached down to my crotch to probe for the nub of my clitoris. "Damn you're erotic!" I laughed as we humped lying on our sides in the throes of wild carnal calisthenics. His finger made contact with my sensitive clit and a bolt of lightning sparked throughout my entire body. "Yes baby!" I squealed, the juices welling inside my tingling vagina. "I'm cu-cu-cu¬cumming!"

He raised my leg higher, his hips pounding mercilessly into my burning bush, his fingers furiously rubbing my love-nub. My body trembled with mounting anticipation, my breath coming in short panting gasps, my mind reeling with erotic sensations. At last, I couldn't hold back any longer, my lungs expelling in a heavy whoosh of air as my sated cunny erupted with a tremendous gush of warm sticky nectar onto his driving pole and down across my leg. "Oh God!" I gasped, my body jerking with climactic spasms. "Oh G-g-g-god!"

The man paused and drew his dick out until only the head remained inside me then plunged deep with one hard savage stroke, the sudden jarring thrust causing me to orgasm once more. "Holy shit," I moaned, my body quivering with erotic stimulation. "I can't believe you didn't get off yet."

"Getting close," he growled, pulling out and slamming home once again.

"Don't shoot inside me baby."

The stranger released my leg and reached over my hip, plucking his dick from my oozing crease and frigging himself off. He pumped his meat a couple times, a thick stream of creamy jizz spewing over the edge of the bed onto the carpeted floor.

"Damn!" I laughed, peering down over the edge. "Housekeeping's gonna be real pissed about that."

The guy reinserted his dick into my dribbling sated snatch and wrapped his arms around my waist hugging me close to his warm naked body. "You were really great," he whispered, his lips nibbling my bare shoulder.

"You weren't so bad yourself."

"Give me a minute to freshen up," he whispered, his breath soft and warm in my ear. "And maybe we can try for round two."

I rolled onto my back and gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. "Damn honey," I smirked lustily, placing my hand on his dick still sheathed in my oozing tingling vagina. "Just how much of this do you think a poor girl can take?"

He gently eased out of me and propped himself up on one elbow. "I'm willing to find out if you are."

"I should be going."

"Don't."

"I shouldn't have come here in the first place."

"But you did," he murmured, his hand tenderly caressing my bare chest. Tiny sparks coursed throughout my body and I knew that if I didn't leave now, I'd be stuck for the duration. He leaned down and kissed my dark nipples, his mouth nibbling up my chest and jaw to my lips. The stranger kissed me soft and long. I expelled my breath into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck as my tongue tangled with his. Would it be so bad to fuck and suck all night with a total stranger in some nowhere motel? Clients were one thing; you both knew where to draw the line. But would this guy try to get rough with me? Would I want him to? Would I let him do things to my body I'd never let anyone else do? Who would know? Could I face myself in the mirror in the morning after a night of wild debauchery with a handsome stranger? Could I face my lover-boss Tony afterwards?

Tony. Oh shit.

The horny hitchhiker rolled out of bed and headed to the washroom. I lay limp and spent on my back and groaned with my palm clamped over my eyes. How the hell could I let this happen? I must be a fucking lunatic, picking up some complete stranger along the highway and then jumping into the sack with him in some cheap motel room. For all I knew the guy could be a psychopath or an escaped axe murderer or something.

I must be out of my fucking mind.

I could really use a cigarette.

I weakly climbed out of bed and crossed to my clutch purse lying on the dresser and dug out a crumpled pack of Virginia Slims. No matches. I must have left my gold lighter at home on top of the dresser. Shit. I'm a goddamn nervous wreck. I should be going -- just grab my stuff and blow. My eyes caught sight of a book of matches on the floor besides the stranger's. pants. Funny -- neither he nor I ever exchanged names during our whole time together. Maybe it was better that way. I stooped to pick up the matches, the logo of some Las Vegas casino on the cover.

I shook out a smoke and glanced around the dimly lit room for an ashtray. I spotted a card with the familiar red circle with a slash mark over a burning cigarette. It was a non-smoking room. Damn.

I stuffed everything back into my purse and snatched up my dress from the chair. Maybe I could sneak out before lover-boy came back out of the bathroom. I hurriedly hopped into the gown, pulling it up to my waist just as he opened the door and stepped out. The guy paused in the doorway, his hand on the light switch. "You're leaving."

"Yeah," I stated dryly, slipping my arms through the thin straps and adjusting the top of the dress over my buxom bosom.

He crossed to me, his naked body back-lit by the open bathroom door. My eyes panned his sexy physique, my body trembling and resolve wavering. "I wish you would stay."

"There is nothing I'd like more in the whole world than to stay with you and make love all night."

"But you won't."

"No." The man placed his hand on my bare shoulder and a tiny whimper escaped my lips. "Please don't," I begged weakly.

He nodded solemnly. "I understand." He stepped nearer, placing his free hand on my other shoulder. My lungs expelled in a sigh of longing and desire, my face craning up to meet his lips. I caressed my hands along his naked sides, encircling his back and pulling his body tighter into mine.

Willpower, girl. Willpower.

We finally released each other after a long passionate parting kiss. "I gotta go," I murmured, fetching my purse and quickly turning for the door.

"Can I have your number?" he injected. I paused and stared down at my hand on the doorknob. "On my way back through, maybe I can call you?"

I stared at my hand on the knob and shook my head weakly. "I don't think so." I turned my face to his and offered a wan smile. "But I'll give you this -- you sure as hell were one grade A five-star fuck!" I pulled open the door and hastily departed.

CHAPTER 2

Late the following morning, I finally roused myself out of bed and took a leisurely shower, the events of the previous evening now only a pleasant titillating memory. After returning the elegant loaned evening gown back to Vondaberger's, I drove Tony's Jaguar to the office, parked it in his allotted space, and locked the doors. I popped into Tony's office, drawing up short to find he had company. A woman with flaming red shoulder length hair dressed in navy blue slacks and matching jacket sat in a chair on the left.

"Sorry," I winced, crossing to his desk. "I just wanted to drop off your car keys."

"Don't go," Tony ordered. "Jett, this is Detective Baker."

I frowned and extended my hand to her. "Detective?"

The woman rose without accepting my handshake. "Were you driving a Black Jaguar last night?"

All business.

I was momentarily taken aback. "Well, yes. It's Tony's. He loaned it to me." I turned to my boss. "Is something wrong?"

"Did you go home last night?" she continued.

"Of course."

"A man named Jeff Jacobs was murdered last night," the redhead said icily.

I turned to her, feeling a little stupid and wondering why I was receiving the third degree. "So?"

"A woman matching your description driving a Black Jaguar registered to your employer was seen leaving the room of the Starlight Motel where his body was found early this morning."

I drew in a sharp gasp, my eyes wide. "Do you know this man?" Tony demanded.

I turned to him, my eyes filled with fear and embarrassment. "Well, yes and no."

"So you were there," Detective Baker accused.

I returned my face to hers and quickly back to my boss, my eyes beseeching. "Could we be alone for a few minutes?"

Tony drew himself up making me feel even smaller. He and I were more than just lovers -- we were intimate friends in every sense of the word exchanging the most secret of private desires and aspirations. "I'll be out in the lobby if you need me."

He left his office, closing the door behind him.

The lady cop crossed her arms over her chest. "You were saying?"

I recoiled from her icy stare and averted my eyes to the floor. "Yes, I was there."

"Did you kill him?"

I snapped my eyes back to hers. "Of course not!"

"But you admit you knew him."

"I didn't know his name," I frowned, pacing the room and wringing my hands nervously.

"I don't understand."

I stopped and looked sheepishly at my interrogator. "After I picked him up I --"

"Where?"

"He had a flat tire. I gave him a lift... to a motel. We never exchanged our names."

"Let me get this straight," the woman said dryly. "You picked Jacobs up along the highway and took him to a motel."

"Yes."

"Did you enter his room?"

"Is this just between us?" I muttered, resuming my anxious pacing of the room.

"I suppose... for now."

I glanced down at my clasped hands. "Yes, I gave him a ride to the motel. I stayed in the car while he went into the manager's office to register."

"The motel manager saw you enter his room."

"I had to go to the bathroom."

She snorted, removing a little spiral notebook from her jacket and leafing to a page. "It seems you were in there for quite a while. More than an hour."

"That manager sounds like a nosy little prick."

The cop's eyes glanced up from her notes. "Were you?"

I hesitated. "Yes. But he was very much alive when I left him."

"Had you ever met Jacobs before?"

"Like I told you, I just picked him up along the road."

"Did you have sex with him last night?"

I stopped and glared at her. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm just trying to get my facts straight."

"Shouldn't I be talking to a lawyer?"

"You're not accused of anything," she said flatly. "All I asked was if you --"

"You want to know if I picked up a complete stranger along the highway, drove to some cheap motel and fucked his goddamn brains out," I cursed, my fists balled at my side.

The woman cocked her head and raised one eyebrow. "Did you?"

I expelled my breath in a huff and dropped heavily into Tony's desk chair. "Son of a fucking bitch!" I sighed, leaning my head back and staring at the ceiling. "Sometimes I just get too damn horny for my own good."

The lady cop crossed over to me and rested a hip against the edge of the desk. "I take it you made out with Jacobs then."

"Yes yes yes," I sighed with exasperation. "We fucked, sucked, reamed and creamed in every kinky position we could think of." I lolled my head to her and eyed her evenly. "I'm sorry someone killed him -- he was a great lay."

"Does this sort of thing happen a lot?"

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and expelled my breath in a long sigh. "Horny yes -- picking up hitchhikers no."

"I see."

I narrowed my eyelids at her and studied the woman. She was playing it hard-nosed with me but I suddenly realized that if she had anything substantial on me she would be reading me my Miranda rights. The cop was fishing -- hoping I'd confess to blowing Jacob's head off after I was through blowing his cock. The lady detective was toying with me and I felt she was mentally categorizing me, instinctively knowing I wouldn't like the label she had chosen.

Slut.

"Do you ever get urges detective?"

"Urges?"

I leaned back in the chair and raised one leg, hooking my heel on the desk and offering the woman an unimpeded view of my black heart-shaped sculpted beaver under the short mini skirt. "Primal urges -- like wanting to fuck right then and there with wild abandon whoever happened to be handy."

Detective Baker shifted uneasily and averted her gaze. "I really don't think --"

"You ever give a complete stranger a blowjob?"

Her eyes snapped back to my face. "I thought we were talking about last night."

"We were."

She glimpsed at my exposed crotch and straightened stiffly. "I think I have enough information."

I knitted my hands behind my back and arched my spine, my nipples straining against the thin fabric of my sheer top. "Ever suck on a woman's tits detective?" I breathed lustily. "Have her eat out your tight little red-haired pussy?"

"If I have any more questions --"

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

The woman slowly drew herself up and angled her chin at me. "No, you don't."

"I'm a highly-paid professional escort," I stated flatly, dropping my feet to the floor and rising slowly from the chair. "I date men for a price. To survive in this business you have to be sexy, witty, charming and alluring every goddamn night of the week." I moved close to her, my breasts nearly touching hers. "You know what it's like to be sensual and erotic every minute of the fucking day?"

"No, I... I think that --"

"Sometimes it's not so easy to turn off," I breathed lustily moving slowly around her side, the woman watching in silence. "Once I get turned on, I mean." I moved behind her, my lips close to her ear. "What turns you on detective?"

The redhead angled her face to mine, her hazel green eyes cold as ice. "I don't sleep with totally unfamiliar men," she hissed cattily. "And certainly not strange women."

"Pity," I pouted, raising a finger and drawing a line under her smooth chin. "Pity -- that you're not more my type."

The woman tightened her jaw with the sudden realization that the tables had been turned and it was I who had been toying with her. "I'm surprised you would be able to find someone who wasn't your type."

"Ouch," I winced, stepping back and offering a wry smile. "Okay, okay. I promise to put away the claws and play nice. Sure, I admit I slept with the guy -- who, by the way, gave yours truly a grade A premium ream job -- but I left him quite alive when I drove home."

"Anyone see you leave?"

I shrugged and moved around the desk. "I didn't know anyone saw me come."

"I assume no pun intended."

I turned to her and chuckled with my arms crossed under my bosom. "That's actually pretty funny."

"Perhaps that guy in the motel was a mistake."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe someone followed you from the party," she suggested, returning her notes to her hip pocket. "Someone followed you to the motel and found Jacobs there and killed him by accident. Maybe you were the intended target all along."

I scowled with a puzzled expression. "Why would anyone want to kill me?"

"You tell me."

"I assure you I haven't the slightest idea."

"Did anyone give you anything recently?"

"Like what?"

"Anything. Anything important."

"Nope,"

"Maybe Jacobs --"

"No no no," I groused, flopping heavily onto the couch. "Hell, he didn't even try to offer me some cash for the ride or the fuck." I turned to her and offered a wan smile. "That was a joke."

"Please think."

"I'd have remembered," I sighed, rubbing my temples with my fingertips.

The cop crossed over to my side. "You all right?"

"I had a long and exhausting night." I opened my eyes and glanced weakly up at her. "This morning hasn't been all that rosy either."

"I'm sorry," Baker said gently, lowering to sit on the cushion by my side. "Sometimes I get a little too pushy in my questioning."

I sighed and flapping a wrist dismissively. "Forget it. You're just doing your job."

"Well like I said, you're not accused of anything. We just want to know what happened."

"I know." I hooked my hand on the back of the sofa and leveraged myself to sit up. "As much as this whole conversation has been interesting as hell," I sighed wearily. "This chick's gotta go to work."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"What is?"

"Putting yourself out in public if you may be in some sort of danger."

"A girl's gotta make a living."

"Dying isn't much of a living."

"Don't be so melodramatic."

"At least take a few days off until we can sort things out."

"Is that an order detective?"

"No."

"I appreciate your concern but I have clients to escort."

"You don't know anything about these clients of yours," she said rising to her feet. "At least let me come along."

"I don't need a bodyguard."

"All right, then -- as your partner."

I quickly scanned my eyes up and down her body. The woman was stacked with an hourglass figure and a fairly attractive face but I doubted she would have the social graces necessary to be a highly paid escort. "No offense honey, but you're not exactly the professional escort type."

"You can teach me."

"You might not like some of the things you may have to learn."

"I'm a big girl."

"Why in the world would you want to hang with me anyway?"

"Let's just say. I don't like loose ends. If you were the intended target, I'd feel terrible if you got yourself murdered on my watch."

I cocked my head and regarded her thoughtfully. The lady detective was a little rough around the edges but she certainly did have the looks and could probably handle herself well in a clinch. Especially if a client got a little frisky and grabby for some free flesh. "I'll think about it. Hell, it might even be fun having a rookie cop along."

"I'm not a rookie in everything," she scoffed.

"Perhaps not."

Baker offered me her business card. "Here's my number. Call me if you remember anything else."

"I will," I nodded. The woman turned to leave. "Oh, and Detective Baker," I called. She stopped and turned. "I lied. You were right. You probably are my type."

The woman's mouth curled into a smile as she panned my curvaceous figure. "Too bad," she smirked, opening the door. "You're not mine."

Ernie Simmons was a retired football player. Retired is just a business euphemism for being washed up in sports. Shit, the man was barely in his mid-thirties. Somewhere along the way he fucked up his knees, got hooked on drugs, or both. From what I gathered Ernie's retirement wasn't a voluntary one.

He used to be a quarterback, full back, something like that. Hell, I never heard of the guy before our date. Then again the only sports I followed were those recaps in the men's magazines I read from time to time in order to keep up with our client's interests. I would keep abreast of the latest trends and interests of men by reading their periodicals -- Hustler, GQ, Penthouse, Screw. Somehow I don't recall reading anything about the now-retired Ernie Simmons.

My client was nominated honorary spokesperson for some sports charity organization and was chosen to give away an award at a banquet that night. I don't know why he needed a date for that. I doubted there would be a lot of drinking and dancing afterward. Probably needed a woman along for appearance's sake. Perhaps he wanted to convey the image that he could still charm the ladies by showing up with a gorgeous babe on his arm and not feel like a fifth wheel at somebody's table.

No big deal. I'd smile warmly, act the gracious companion, and make what's-his-name feel important again.

I tipped the driver and climbed from the taxi, entering through the glass double doors of the hotel and crossing the lobby to the elevators. After the shitty way my day had started by receiving the third degree from Miss Iron Pants, I was ready to hit the town and have some fun. I pressed the button for the elevator and adjusted the hem of my not-too-tight sleeveless lavender tube dress. As we were going to a banquet dinner, I didn't want to appear too flashy or slutty, the hem falling a respectable inch above the knee. My outfit was just sexy enough to elicit a few open stares and remain stylish for the occasion, yet comfortable enough if we were to go out dancing afterward. I planned to spend about an hour with my date just getting to know a little about him before escorting the man to his social shindig.

Once inside his room the big bruiser grabbed both my shoulders and kissed my mouth savagely. "Hey!" I cursed when he finally let me up for air. "Knock it off!"

"Don't give me no shit baby," Simmons growled menacingly. "All o' you uptown bitches like it rough."

"Like hell, I do," I swore, yanking my arms free. "And besides, it's up to the lady to decide if she's ready or not."

"How's about you let Ol' Ernie decide what's hot baby." He wrapped his arm around my waist and groped my chest with a beefy paw.

"How's about Ol' Ernie going straight to hell," I cursed, pushing him away. The big oaf was not only stupid but rabid dog mean. If this halfback has-been thought he was going to go deep into my tight end he had another thing coming.

"Damn yo' one tough ass bitch."

"You don't know just how much a bitch I can be," I huffed, snatching up my purse. "This gig is over."

The man lashed out and gripped my wrist viciously. "I paid for yo' ass," he barked. "Yo' be my bitch fo' the night."

"I'm an escort, not some friggin' sex toy," I spat, jerking my hand free. He grabbed my upper arm and I brought my other hand up and slapped him hard across the face. He released me in surprise, putting his meaty palm to his cheek as I quickly headed for the door. "Go hire yourself some cheap two-bit hooker, asshole." I flung open the door and made a hasty exit before the macho prick could regroup what few functioning brain cells he still had in his thick skull and just take me -- willing or not.

I flagged a cab from the curb and angrily climbed inside. "Velvet's," I cursed to the Pakistani driver. I didn't want to go home to stew after that bad exchange and the familiar gay/lesbian bar seemed like the only pleasant option available.

I was angry with myself. It was rare that I would drop a client like that. Somehow I thought it was all my fault the evening turned out as badly as it did. Perhaps I could have handled it better.

After all, I was a professional.

A tall black woman came over and slid onto the stool next to mine. She wore a sheer transparent white silk blouse covering a lacy white brassiere and white cotton briefs peeking through a knee-length open knit shawl-style skirt. "How ya doin' baby?" she asked softly.

"Not so good, Gail," I sighed, tapping the ash off my smoke. "This has been one god-awful shitty day." I took a long drag on my Virginia Slim and snorted long plumes of smoke out my nostrils.

The woman rested her hand on mine and I turned my face to hers. "Wanna tell me about it?" she asked gently.

Gail was a gorgeous slender dark-skinned woman with high firm breasts and a perfect set of male genitalia between her legs. You'd never know it by her actions that she was a shemale -- the woman's outward demeanor the very epitome of femininity. Hell, she could even pass as a fashion model as long as she didn't pose for swimsuit ads. "The cops questioned me this morning thinking I had committed a murder -- or worse, that someone was out to kill me. And then tonight this ex-jock pecker-head client gets it in his pea-brain that I'm his personal love doll."

"Poor baby."

Most of the customers at Velvet's had seen and recognized the beautiful black woman, the regulars knowing that she and her lover Clarisse were a couple. Very few actually knew her secret and those that did kept it to themselves. It wasn't like the woman chose to be born that way. She made the most of her body and exuded confidence and assurance about who and what she was.

Gail preferred coming to the gay bar for the same reasons I did. Good-looking women -- myself included -- were often the target of stupid pickup lines and perpetual pestering. At Velvet's we didn't have to put up with strange guys hitting on us all night, asking for our phone numbers and pressuring us for a date. Women sometimes wanted to be left alone, to relax and have a good time drinking and dancing without the inevitable sex games and the showing off contests that mixed couples often entertain.

"How's Clarisse?" I asked, deftly switching the subject.

"Gone to Houston for a few days." She nodded to the bar tender for another gin and tonic. "She's standing up for her sister's wedding."

Clarisse was Gail's live-in partner -- another gender-bender, not as attractive but hung like a goddamn racehorse. I sometimes wondered how two chicks with dicks made love but figured they probably weren't much different than a couple of gay guys.

I chuckled under my breath. "Is she wearing a dress or a tuxedo?"

"Cream pastel taffeta over a violet satin floor-length strapless," Gail sighed reverently. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"I'll bet." I took a long pull on my drink. "So, she'll be gone a few days?"

"Yes."

I turned to my friend and rested my hand on her bare leg just above the knee. "Let's go to your place."

Gail stared at me soberly for a long moment then nodded. We drained our glasses and left a few singles on the bar for a tip. I followed her out the door and down the row of parked cars to her white Toyota Celica. She unlocked the passenger side for me and walked around behind the back to open the driver's door.

We drove in silence to her house. Gail and Clarisse rented a nice two-bedroom red brick ranch home in a fairly new housing development named Maplewood on the Lower East Side.

"Make yourself at home," Gail said, tossing her purse on the chair. "Rum and coke?"

"Please." Everyone knew that rum and cokes made me horny as hell and Gail most likely perceived that I hadn't invited myself back to her place to merely partake in witty repartee. I sat on one end of the dark green floral print sofa and casually surveyed the tastefully decorated room. "I hope you don't mind me forcing myself onto you like this," I apologized.

"Oh no sweetie," she said, crossing to the wet bar by the fireplace. "It's all right. I would have been all alone tonight anyway." She mixed us a couple of drinks and brought them over. "A little company is always welcome."

I smiled weakly and accepted the glass. "Thanks."

Gail sat on the cushion next to me and sipped her cocktail. "Tell me about this asshole client."

"Oh God," I expelled, rolling my eyes. "This dick-head pro-ball no-name has-been hires me as an escort, right? I go up to his hotel room and I'm not in the room two minutes and wham! He's all over me. Then he's all shocked and surprised when I don't drop to my knees on the fuckin' floor and beg to suck his big black peter like some goddamn working girl slut. I'm like, hello? I'm a bona fide high-class professional escort jerk, not some two-bit whore, you know what I mean?"

The woman shook her head and sipped her drink. "What a bastard."

"It makes me so mad," I cursed. "I even felt like the whole thing was my fault. Like I was the one to blame for getting all bent out of shape at his come-on."

"It wasn't your fault, honey."

I draped my arm along the back of the sofa and rested my hand on her shoulder. "You think I over-reacted?"

"Of course not, baby." Gail set her glass aside on the low glass-topped table. "You did the right thing."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely," the woman nodded, raising one foot up to her rear to unbuckle her toeless white high heel shoe. "Guys hire a girl for the night, they think we're they're sex slaves."

"Yeah," I snorted. "Men can be such pigs."

Gail nodded and removed her other shoe. "And if they don't know how to dance, they'd be totally useless."

I chuckled and took another pull on my rum and coke. "You got that right, sister."

"Do me a favor hon," my friend sighed, easing onto her back and swinging her legs up onto my lap. "Massage my feet a little. My poor puppies are really barkin'."

"Sure." I set my glass aside and gently kneaded her soft arches and toes.

"Ahhh, heaven," she sighed, closing her eyes and slipping one hand behind her head. "The things you do with your hands... I can see why they pay big bucks to have you for a night."

"You already have me," I smiled, tenderly massaging her tootsies. "Free of charge."

Gail cracked open one eye and smiled. "For the night?"

"I was hoping."

"Free of charge," she sighed dreamily, reveling under my gentle foot massage. "Then I better get all I can."

I grinned at my friend. "Don't worry, sweetie. You will."

My fingers tenderly massaged her feet and ankles, my hands gradually moving up and under her open knit knee-length skirt, the outline of her white cotton panties below sharply contrasting with her dark legs. My eyes dwelled for a while on her pubic area. Gail was certainly a beautiful and attractive woman, feminine and charming in every way but for the perfect set of male genitalia at her crotch. I slowly slid my hand over her bare thigh, my fingers gently grazing the bulge in her panties. The bulge of a nice big black cock. I didn't feel repulsed or disgusted by her, but tender and loving as a dear friend. A friend who accepted her for who she was and wanted to know more.

Gail lay quietly with her eyes closed as my fingers explored over the shape of her loins, my eyes watching their movement under the loosely knitted material.

"Mmmm," she purred, the fingers of her free hand gently stroking my arm.

I slipped my other hand under the skirt and grasped the elastic waistband of her briefs, the girl raising her rear from the cushion as I peeled her underwear down her legs and off her feet. My hands returned under her loose knit dress to feel her soft genitals, my fingers tenderly stroking her limp dick and testicles. "Yesss," she hissed, her hips writhing to my caress. "You have a gentle touch."

"You like?"

"Uh huh," she breathed.

I raised her skirt to her waist for better view and access, fondling and stroking her slowly swelling penis. "Suck it," she whispered, the woman watching my movements through partly opened eyes. I bent my head close to her crotch, my tongue flicking out to tickle the tip. Gail drew in a sharp breath and raised her hips, my mouth coming lower to kiss the purple head. "Oh what you do to me," she cooed, lolling her head from side to side.

I swirled my tongue in tiny circles around the crown, dropping my head over the top and slurping the length of the shaft. Gail sighed and closed her eyes, her back arching and hips slowly rising to pump her prick into my lips. I took her entire length onto my mouth, slurping and sucking down to the base and back up again, the woman's beautiful penis growing and swelling in my mouth.

Gail placed her hands on the sides of my head and lifted me off her. "Let me taste your pussy," she panted lustily. I lifted her legs up from my lap and rose to my feet. I moved alongside her head, swinging one leg up and over to straddle her chest and kneeling on the cushion facing the opposite way. I hiked her skirt to her waist and lowered my face to her groin, taking her entire swelling member onto my mouth.

"That's it, baby," Gail rasped, shoving my lavender tube dress up over my hips and gripping my ass cheeks in her palms. "Suck that nice black cock."

I bobbed my head up and down over her shaft, taking more and more into my throat until my lips touched the hairy base of her pubic mound. I deep-throated the girl, Gail raising her mouth to slurp my hot snatch.

We were eating each other out in 69 fashion, my head between the shemale's legs sucking her penis while she licked and tongue-fucked my slit. She was so soft and tender -- her cock smoother and more delicate than most men I had sampled. I wanted to feel her inside me, to take that nice thick dark meat into my blazing hot vagina and have her fuck me like no man ever could.

I raised my head and leered over my shoulder. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Shit yeah, baby," she growled into my snatch. "Let me fuck that nice tight black little pussy."

I crawled on my hands and knees down along the couch, my hostess raising up to a sitting position. She tucked her legs beneath her as she straightened to kneel behind me, her soft hands gently clamping onto my ass as I positioned myself on all fours with my hands braced on the arm of the couch.

Gail inched closer to me, fanning her knit skirt up over my rear. I watched over my shoulder, fascinated at seeing the beautiful dark siren ready to drill me with her stiff cock. She reached her hands under her lace dress, one hand spreading the lips of my upturned cunt while the other guided the head of her prick to the waiting opening.

I spread my knees wider, a gasp escaping my lungs as the head poked into my slit. "Yeah baby," I breathed, lowering my head and gazing down along my body to watch from below. "Fuck that hot wet cunt."

Gail pressed in further giving me a little at a time until she was completely sheathed inside my love-hole, then drew out and slowly established a steady humping rhythm. It was both exhilarating and weird watching the chick's dick pumping inside me, the exquisite feeling of my black pussy being reamed by a genuine thick warm cock but seeing it protruding from between the woman's smooth slender legs. It was like doing it with a strap-on dildo but the feeling was much more real.

I raised my head and strained to watch her over my shoulder. Gail gripped my ass under her skirt, the woman's white knit dress tingly and tickling over my bare flesh. "You like that?" the woman leered, her hands gripping my waist to plunge deeper with each penetration.

"Oh God yes!" I moaned with pleasure and slammed my groin back against her with every thrust. Gail reached around her back and dropped the zipper of her skirt, her humping cadence never faltering as she peeled the garment up over her head and cast it aside. I glanced back at her, the girl now wearing only a blouse and nothing below. "My God you're a sexy thing," I rasped, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt myself nearing a climax.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" she grinned, her hands holding my waist and slamming deeper and harder into my dripping slit.

I whimpered, my breath panting in lusty animal gasps. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum."

"I'm getting close too," Gail rasped, her cock slamming deep inside my seeping vagina.

I reached a hand down between my legs, my fingers tickling her scrotum sac as it slapped against my pubic mound. "I want you to cum inside me."

"I'd rather shoot my hot load all over that nice black ass of yours."

"Do it Gail," I begged, fingering my clit as she hammered my hole. "Spew your hot sticky cream all over my ass."

I fingered my pussy fast and furious as she pulled out of my snatch and wedged her dick into the crack of my ass. She was slick and lubed from fucking my cunt, her prick siding back and forth as she pumped her penis between my butt cheeks. "Damn you got a nice tight tush," Gail grunted, her hands clamping my buttocks tighter around her shaft.

"Cum on my ass," I commanded, a torrent of hot jizz welling up inside my loins.

"Oh shit," she expelled, thrusting forward and unloading a glob of gooey goo around my bunghole. "Shit yeah."

I felt the dribble of slimy jizm seeping inside my anus as I fingered my clit. I squealed, "Quick! Poke your cock into my butt while you're still hard!"

"Butt-fuck you baby?"

"Hell yeah," I breathed lustily, my loins trembling as I neared release. "Lube my shit hole with your creamy cum and slam that nice big cock into my ass!"

The woman didn't need any more encouragement or instruction. Since her live-in lover Clarisse also had a cock like hers, they more than likely took an occasional detour up the dirt trail every now and then. Gail swirled her warm semen around the puckered opening of my anus with the tip of her dick and pressed the head in. I moaned lustily and dropped my forehead to the arm of the couch, the woman gradually easing forward until her balls rested against my rear

My lungs expelled in a heavy gasp as she slowly eased out and shoved deep inside me once more. "You okay baby?"

"Oh shit, Gail," I whimpered bucking my hips back to meet her every thrust. "Fuck my tight black ass with that beautiful big cock."

Gail gradually increased her stroke, her fingers swirling the semen around my sphincter as she reamed my butt. It felt weird like I was taking a long thick shit and I shuddered as my fingering of my cunt was quickly sending me over the edge. "Yes Gail," I mewed. "Please -- please fuck my ass."

"You shore bein' fucked baby."

She gripped my hips and quickened her pace, slamming her cock faster and harder into my rectum. A low moan caught in my throat as she mercilessly drilled away, my whole body trembling with static electricity. I rested my forehead on the sofa cushion, steadying myself with my free hand as she relentlessly banged me from behind. "Oh God," I gasped weakly. "Oh God... Oh God..."

Gail reached a hand under my crotch and pressed a finger into my oozing orifice. "Aiieeee!" I squealed, trembling with release as a flow of sticky cream erupted from my cunt onto her hand and down my legs. My lover suddenly jerked and slammed deep inside me, my body shuddering once more as I felt another smaller surge of sticky stuff warm the inner tunnel of my asshole.

My lover gradually drew out, her cock now soft and limp as she glided it back and forth between the crack of my sated shithole. "Whew!" I expelled, straightening and turning my head to my friend. "That was fan-fucking-tastic!"

The woman wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my neck, her warm softening prick still wedged between the cheeks of my ass. "My cock says thank you thank you."

I craned my head around and kissed her warmly on the lips. "Mind if I get washed up?"

Gail nibbled along my neck to my jaw. "Just as long as you meet me in the bedroom afterward."

A smile curled the edge of my mouth. "Naked, I presume."

"Inevitably."

I sighed and rested my head onto the back cushion of the sofa reveling in her tender caress. "It's a date."

My hands held Gail's bare waist as she lowered once more into my eager cunt from above in the missionary position. "God you're so beautiful," I murmured reverently.

The woman smiled at the genuine sincerity in my eyes as she continued her gentle stroke into my pussy. "So are you."

I gently raked my nails along her sides and sighed contentedly. "I could really get used to this."

Gail lowered to her elbows, her sweet lips meeting mine. "Move in with us."

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean?"

"Live with us," she said never missing a stroke. "I'm sure Clarisse would love having you here and you can stay in the spare bedroom."

I smiled and slid my hands up her smooth slender sides, cupping her jiggling titties in my palms. "The neighbors will talk."

"Let 'em."

I smiled up into her eyes and tweaked her pert nipples in my fingers, the woman slowly pumping into my wet snatch. "I can just imagine," I chuckled softly. "They'd think we were three lesbians fucking each other all the time."

"They'd be right."

I grinned at her. "They'd be almost right."

Gail raised up and made a long deep penetration to the very depths of my vagina. I gasped and gripped her beautiful boobs, arching my spine to press my tummy to hers. "Don't tell me you don't want to do this again?" she breathed.

"Oh baby," I panted, my hands sliding down to seize her waist. "What you do to me."

The woman quickened her cadence pumping faster and harder into my seeping cunt. "You're so hot and wet," she growled, her tits jiggling above me.

"Oh yes," I breathed, my hands clenched onto her ass cheeks pulling her deeper inside me with each penetration. "Fuck that hot black pussy."

Gail leered down at me. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"You like that?" I rasped lustily. "You like hearing about how I love feeling your big thick prick fucking my hot wet cunt?"

"Yeah."

"Give it to me," I grunted, squeezing her ass cheeks. "Shove that delicious black cock deep inside me."

"Ohhh," she expelled, straining above me to pound harder and faster. I craned my head up and slurped my tongue up through her cleavage to her neck. "God you're so hot."

"Hot for you baby," I leered, humping my hips up to meet her every thrust.

"I'm gonna cum again."

"Cum on my tits," I commanded breathlessly. "I want to feel your sweet warm jism dribbling over my big black tits."

Gail pulled out and straightened, crawling on her knees up the mattress. I wrapped my hands around her penis, beating her off over my chest. She cupped her pert breasts in her hands and arched her spine, thick globs of gooey cum spewing across my breasts. "That's it lover," I panted stroking her some more, squeezing every last drop from her stiff pole. "Give me that sweet cream."

My ardent bed companion shuddered and trembled, her fingers slowly caressing down along her abdomen to her groin, over my hands and onto my spunk-covered boobs. I slid my hands around her waist to grope her tight ass, the woman smearing her sticky goo over my tits. "Damn you're a terrific lay," she sighed dreamily, her cock sliding back and forth through my cleavage.

I looked up at her beautiful face and smiled. "And to think you got me for free."

I lay on my side beside her under the sheets, my finger tracing little circles around her nipples. I whispered softly, "I should be going."

"It's late," she murmured staring up at the ceiling. "Stay the night."

"I want to talk to Tony and tell him about tonight."

Gail frowned and turned her face to me. "About tonight?"

"Not about us, silly," I giggled, resting my head on her shoulder. "About the client."

"Oh."

My hand smoothed down over her flat abdomen. "I want my boss to hear the story from me first."

"Good idea." Gail lay on her back, one hand tucked under her head on the pillow while the other softly traced up and down my spine. "My offer still stands," she whispered. "To move in with us."

"That's sweet," I murmured, my hand gently caressing over her tummy.

"Clarisse and I have a great sexual relationship, but we both enjoy a third partner now and again." She lolled her head to the side and smiled. "You haven't lived 'til you've been sandwiched by two chicks with dicks."

"I can imagine." I moved my hand lower, my eyes springing wide at feeling her growing boner. "You're getting hard again!"

"Uh huh," she leered. "Just thinking about the three of us, Clarisse and me double-holing your sweet black pussy and tight ass --"

"Naughty girl!"

Her hand moved down my back and squeezed my butt cheek. "You bring out the spicy side of me."

"Well as long as you're up," I breathed lustily, swinging my leg over and sliding on top of her. "Be a shame to waste it."

"Pitiful shame."

I reached a hand between our bellies and stroked her to full erection, raising up a little to feed it into my ready twat. "Oh yeah," I exhaled, easing down onto her. "Come to momma."

She slid in easily, my cunt still well lubed from our previous fuck sessions. I raised up to sit on her lap, undulating my hips back and forth and riding the shemale's rigid rod. "You are so beautiful," Gail mused, her free hand gently caressing my dangling breast.

"So are you," I smiled, effortlessly riding her pole. I placed my hands on her ribs and rocked up and down her shaft. "You should be a model."

"And model what?" she smirked. "Certainly not bathing suits and lingerie."

I shrugged. "Make up... Jewelry. You have a face and complexion most women would die for."

"Flatterer," she smiled, withdrawing her hand from behind her head and caressing along my side to my waist. "You're just sweet-talking me that so we'd end up in bed fucking each other."

"Seems to me we're already in bed fucking each other," I leered, lowering my face to meet her lips in a tender kiss.

"I'm happy where I am. I make good money at my job and as a secretary in a small three-person office I don't have to play those stupid dating games all the time."

"You could always join me as a professional escort."

Gail laughed out loud and hugged my body tightly to her chest. "You are a real riot, you know that?" She released me and gazed up into my eyes. "You make me feel special."

"That's what friends are for."

"Well, if you won't stay the night, at least let me give you a ride."

I raised up onto all fours and stared down into her face, my hips undulating back and forth on her stiff shaft. "You're already giving me a ride," I leered, picking up my humping tempo. "But after I fuck your brains out one more time, I'll call myself a cab."

CHAPTER 3

The tumblers of the door lock made a soft mechanical click, the hinges offering a tiny creak as it eased open to the darkened room. Footsteps falling silently on thick carpeting, the gentle creak once more as the door eased shut. A faint yellow glow of a stereo dial illuminated the human body stretched prone on the couch. Strains of classical music wafted across the darkened room.

"Damn," Tony murmured softly. "I forgot you still had a key."

"Mozart's Requiem for the Dead," I mused, crossing to his side. "How cryptic."

"I happen to like it."

I kneeled onto the cushion beside him, stretching and sprawling my body out on top of his. "I blew my client tonight."

"Lucky stiff."

"Not that way," I groused, playfully punching his arm. "I blew him off."

"I see."

"He started pulling some macho caveman bullshit -- that 'put out or get out' crap, so I got out."

"It happens."

I rested my head on his muscled chest. "Not to me. I kinda think it was my fault... that I led him on in some way."

"Did you?"

"I don't see how I could have. I mean, I only just arrived at his hotel -- we didn't even have a drink yet. The guy probably had it all planned that I'd give him a quickie before we went out."

"Seems like you just answered your own question."

I rested my chin on his chest and expelled a rueful sigh. "Maybe I just handled it badly."

"Did you kick the shit out of him?"

"No... but I wanted to."

"Then you didn't handle it badly."

I sighed dreamily as he gently kneaded my shoulder blades with his fingertips. "I missed you terribly," I whispered.

Tony's muscular arms encircled my back drawing me closer. "Likewise."

"I'm sorry," I murmured, muzzling my face to his neck.

"For what?"

"That guy in the motel. It was stupid."

"I forgot all about it."

"No, you haven't."

Tony was silent for a few moments. "We never made any claims on one another."

My hand gently caressed the soft fabric of his tee shirt. "Still... I never want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship."

My boss tenderly massaged his fingers along my spine. "We'll always be friends."

"And lovers?"

"If you like."

I raised up onto one elbow and stared down at his dimly lit face. "Tony... will you marry me?"

"What?"

"Marry me," I emphasized. "We both know I'm crazy about you and we've proven that we're a perfect match in bed. I'm sure I could be a one-man woman and never be tempted again to do stupid things like sleep with strangers. We wouldn't even have to wear wedding rings. It would be our little secret."

"And you could still work as an escort?"

"I could find another job. I've been a waitress before."

"You wouldn't be happy."

"Spending the rest of my life with you, Tony darling, would make me exceedingly happy."

"I'm not the marrying kind."

"No bachelor is until he says I do." My boss was silent for a while, his hands gently rubbing my back. I wasn't sure whether he was considering my proposal or thinking of a nice way to refuse. I rested my head on his shoulder, my hand smoothing the soft fabric across his chest. I sighed and finally broke the silence. "I'm glad we can still be friends."

"Yes."

"And lovers?"

Tony inched his hands lower to my buttocks. "Definitely still lovers."

"I love you Tony," I mewed, purring contentedly as his fingers gently kneaded the flesh of my rump. "Make love to me?"

"Sure." I inched my fingers down his chest and unfastened the top of his jeans. He audibly cleared his throat and murmured, "Perhaps you might want to go to the bedroom."

"Uh uh," I whispered, tugging down his fly and reaching my fingers inside. "I want you just feel you right here, right now."

"Just feel?"

"Mmmm," I cooed as his hands reached lower taking the edge of my lavender dress and peeling it up my body. "Feel you inside me."

"Fine by me."

Perfect for each other I smiled to myself, craning my neck to kiss him softly on the lips. We'd be friends again for the time being -- and lovers -- but I'd still try my darnedest to make him walk down the aisle with me. My lips curled into a wry smile as he tossed my dress aside and gently massaged his fingers over my naked flesh. At least when I proposed he didn't say no.

I left my lover sleeping soundly on the couch. Tony was all tuckered out after we made love on the sofa. I gathered my things and quietly slipping away to take a taxi back home. We both knew what I came for and our short but tender lovemaking session had reassured me that my motel indiscretion hadn't altered our feelings toward one another. The cab dropped me off at the convenience store about a block away from my apartment as I wanted to pick up a spare pack of cigarettes. I didn't smoke that often, but liked to have a good Virginia Slim once in a while when I got in the mood for a hit of nicotine.

The Hindu clerk eyed my snug clingy outfit appreciatively. "Very nice," he observed.

I smiled graciously and dug a few bills out of my clutch purse. "Thanks!" The turban-clad cashier had seen me in everything from royally dressed formal attire to half-naked slutty sleaze, yet managed to compliment me every time I came in. Maybe it was his way of keeping his customers happy.

Halfway down the block I cut between two cars parallel parked along the curb to cross the street. Suddenly the rear window of the vehicle on my left loudly exploded in a hail of shattered glass. I didn't scream or jump. I stopped and stared dumbfounded wondering how it could just burst like that. I stood a few feet out in the street gaping stupidly at the shattered glass like a deer caught in a car's headlights.

Another shot split the night air, this time the bullet ricocheting off the metal trunk of the damaged car.

All at once the cartoon light bulb illuminated over my thick head. Someone was shooting at me! I pivoted on my heel and ran toward my apartment building as fast as I could, which was a real bitch in two-inch stiletto pumps. I dashed in a bent-over crouch, my clutch purse and the flip box of Slim 100's pressed to my temples -- as if they would impede a slug from entering my stupid thick skull. I don't know why people naturally run that way -- stooped and covering their heads. It's slower and probably looks asinine as hell. I cursed and clutched one hand onto my bosom as one of my big jiggling titties flopped loose from the snug dress.

By the time I reached the stairs to my second-floor apartment, my body was sore from running in such an awkward position and my poor feet were screaming in agony. The adrenaline rush had subsided but I was still trembling, this time with terror. Some was trying to kill me. Tony had rescued me from an abusive life in a rough part of town but I had never been shot at until now.

I stopped to catch my breath at the bottom of the stairs to my apartment, shifting my loose boob back into my bodice. I'd have to talk to Ellen Vondaberger about designing some stunning formalwear appropriate for the hundred-yard dash.

I limped up the stairs as quickly as my aching arches could allow, squatting on my haunches at my door as I fumbled for the key. I finally let myself in, hastily slamming the metal door behind me and sliding the security chain in place. I sat trembling on the carpet in the dark, panting breathlessly and wincing as I gingerly removed my shoes. I was getting too old and out of shape for running the marathon in high heels.

Someone was trying to kill me I pondered again. It wasn't a random drive-by shooting because I was standing in the road and there weren't any nearby cars in the street. And there had been two shots -- close enough to hit the parked car but probably far enough away to miss me.

My mind snapped back to the conversation I had in Tony's office that afternoon. Maybe the guy in the motel wasn't the target after all. I still couldn't fathom why anyone would want to harm me. It wasn't like I made a habit of pissing off dickhead clients on a regular basis.

I rolled onto my knees and crawled to the kitchen, removing the cordless phone from the cradle on the wall and hiding under the island bar. I opened the oven door, using the light to rifle through my purse for the woman detective's phone number. I hurriedly dialed and she picked up on the first ring.

"Baker."

"Detective? It's me -- Jett."

"Yes, Jett. What can I do for you?"

"Someone just tried to kill me."

"What?"

I glanced back over my shoulder at the darkened room and cupped my hand around the receiver to cover my mouth. "Somebody just shot at me outside my apartment," I rasped low into the phone. "Please help me."

"Are you at home?"

"Yes."

"Stay put and I'll be over in a minute."

"Please hurry." She hung up and I pressed the button to disconnect. I closed the oven door, casting the kitchen back into gloomy darkness. All was silent and still as I sat shivering on the floor in the dark listening to my heart pound in my chest.

There was a knock on the door. I crawled on my hands and knees from the kitchen, partially because of the lingering paranoia but also with regard to my sore little tootsies.

"Who is it?"

"Detective Baker."

I kneeled and cracked it open a few inches and peered out; the door still protected by the security chain. The lady cop stood on the landing. "You okay?" I closed the door and removed the chain, quickly opening the door again to let the detective in. "So what happened?" she asked.

"Someone took a couple of shots at me," I winced, rising to my feet and hobbling over to the couch.

"You're hurt!" she exclaimed noticing my agonizing movement and painful expression on my face.

"No no," I groaned, dismissing the woman with a wave of a hand as I dropped onto the sofa. "I ran all the way from the street in those stupid two-inch stiletto heels."

"You poor thing!" The detective disappeared into the hallway, returning a moment later with a damp cloth from the bathroom. The woman sat beside me on the couch and gingerly raised my feet into her lap, tenderly swabbing my sore feet with the moist cloth.

"Ahhh, that feels great," I sighed, relaxing back into the cushions and reveling in her gentle caress.

"Tell me what happened," she urged softly.

"The cab driver dropped me off a couple blocks away and I walked home from there. Just as I crossed the street between these two parked cars when this one back window explodes -- kissshhh! -- glass everywhere." I waved my hands in the air for visual effect. "It was freaky, like I didn't even know what was happening, you know? Well, about a second later another bullet bings off the trunk and I suddenly knew some crazy fucker was shooting at me! I just about peed on myself I was so scared. You shoulda seen me run like hell all the way here, bullets whizzing and zinging over my head like a war zone or something. It was awful."

"You poor baby."

"And the worst of it was those god-awful heels I was wearing," I groused, gesturing to the cursed shoes by the door. "Like to break my legs gettin' here."

"I'm glad you called me."

I smiled weakly. "I'm glad you came." The woman lifted my legs and stood, gently lowering them back onto the cushion. "Where are you going?" I frowned.

"To check out the scene."

"Don't go out there," I implored, reaching for her wrist.

"It's all right," the cop soothed, patting my hand. "I'm a trained detective. I have a gun in my purse and besides, I doubt the guy's crazy enough to still be lurking around out there." She crossed to the door and opened it a crack, peering out into the foyer. "Lock the door after I'm gone." Baker silently slipped through the door and closed it behind her.

I hopped to my feet and hobbled hurriedly to the door, turning the deadbolt and sliding the chain. I limped over to the kitchen and turned on the light over the stove. I was still paranoid that maybe some sniper was trying to get a bead on me through the window with his high-power rifle but maybe my being a black woman in near darkness would make a more difficult target. I quickly fixed myself a strong rum and coke and downed it in three gulps. The second cocktail went down just as quickly. Normally rum and cokes made me horny for sex but I didn't care. I wanted to feel numb quickly and knew I couldn't sleep that night unless I was shit-faced drunk.

My third drink wasn't as potent and went down somewhat slower. I mixed a fourth one and carried the glass with me back into the living room. I paused at a knock on the door. I set my glass on the table and moved unsteadily to the door, the booze already having a deadening effect. "Who is it?" I whispered.

"Detective Baker," she answered. "Everything seems to be all right."

I opened the door a crack, leaving the chain in place. As soon as I verified she was alone, I let her in. "See anybody?"

"Nope," she grunted, securing the door behind her. "All clear."

"Wanna drink?" I asked, heading back to my glass.

"I'm fine."

I drained the last of that one and headed to the kitchen for a refill. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight if I'm not ripped out of my skull." I poured a half glass of rum and splashed in some coke and added a few ice cubes. I turned to her asked, "You're staying with me tonight?" It wasn't meant to be a question.

"If that's what you want."

"Good," I sighed, crossing to her, my brain staring to get a little fuzzy. "I'd feel better having another person in the apartment." I took a healthy swig and grinned at her. "Especially one with a gun."

"I won't leave you here alone."

"Thanks. You know, somehow you don't seem to come across as the same clinical detached person I met earlier today."

"Sorry about that," she shrugged, sitting on the couch. "Sometimes I get carried away with trying to be a good cop and forget to be human."

"It's all right," I smiled. "I like this Detective Baker much better."

"Call me Louise."

"All right."

"Ready to tell me the truth about the motel the other night?"

I sighed and nodded. "You were right," I admitted, sitting next to her. "Well as I said, I did have sex with the guy in the motel last night and although I'm not exactly a certified expert, I can honestly say he was definitely a five-star fuck in my book. He certainly knew how to please the ladies."

Baker grinned. "Lucky you."

"But he was very much alive when I left," I affirmed, swilling a third of my drink.

"I believe you," Louise nodded. "I didn't think you were some schizoid nut that screwed complete strangers then bumped them off." She paused and gave me a sideways glance. "You aren't -- are you?"

"Nope," I yawned. "I'm a nympho not a psycho."

"That's good to hear."

I turned my face to her with a puzzled expression. "That was a joke."

"Ah."

I set my drink on the glass coffee table and swung my legs up onto the arm of the couch, lying my head into her lap. "Every girl's got to have a hobby," I sighed. "Take me for example."

"Take you?"

I stared languidly up from her lap, my hand drawing a finger along her arm. "I don't have any diversions to speak of. All I have is work, so I like to screw on my time off."

The woman cleared her throat awkwardly. "Perhaps we can get back to talking about the other night... Jeff Jacobs."

"That's what I was saying." I scowled up at her chin. "Work and fuck, work and fuck -- it's a vicious cycle. I finished my job at the mansion and I don't even make it home without jumpin' into bed with some cute white guy." I raised my hand and absently drew a finger along the outline of her breast in her blouse. "Maybe I need a hobby to get my mind off sex. What do you do for fun?"

"Me? Well, I read a little and exercise -- jog mostly."

"I read men's smut mags and hump 'til I drop," I laughed. "Is that the same thing -- humping and exercising?"

"Not exactly."

"You're very pretty," I murmured, my fingers slowly unfastening the top button of her tan blouse. "You ever thought about getting' it on with a black chick?"

Baker gently brought her hand up to stop me. "Maybe you ought to get some sleep now."

"You'll stay with me?" I frowned, lightly caressing the outline of her breast.

"I'll sleep out here on the couch."

"You're no fun." I sat up slowly and took another swig of my drink. "Undress me," I slurred slightly, extending my arms from my sides. The woman peeled the dress up my back, my full chest flopping loose as she helped pull it over my head. "Thanks," I sighed rising unsteadily to my feet and dropping the garment onto the floor. "S'cuse me, I gotta go pee." I picked up my drink and took a healthy chug as I wove my way naked toward the bathroom.

I returned a few minutes later wearing my favorite crotch-length red silk kimono, the lady cop carefully hanging the designer dress on a wire hanger in the hall closet. She turned and asked, "You okay?"

I nodded, taking my glass to the kitchen. "I think I can sleep now." I set the empty glass in the sink and turned to her, a trace of anxiety in my eyes. "Could you please check the bedroom for me?"

"Of course," she smiled. I followed close behind her down the hall to the darkened room, the woman switching on the light and checking the closet for any psychotic killers in hiding. "Nothing here," she assured, closing the closet door.

"Thanks," I exhaled drunkenly, resting my seat on the edge of the bed. "I know I'm just being silly."

"It's all right," she soothed, crossing to me. "You've been through a lot." The redhead bent down and unfastened the belt around my waist. "Now try to get some sleep."

I nodded and rose unsteadily to my feet, wrapping my arms around her body and resting my head on her shoulder. "I'm glad you're here." I detected a slight rigidity in her body at my demonstration of affection. "It's okay -- you can sleep on the couch if you like."

I felt her visibly relax in my arms. "I didn't mean to imply --"

"Don't sweat it," I smiled weakly, nuzzling my face to her neck. "I'm too tired and too sore to seduce you."

She chuckled slightly, her arms tentatively encircling my back. "Would you otherwise?"

"In a heartbeat," I yawned.

Louise eased me back and slid the robe from my shoulders and draped it across the foot of the bed. She reached over to pull back the sheets. "You can still keep me company," I slurred, slipping under the covers. "I promise I won't bite."

"I'll be fine on the couch," Baker smiled, tucking me in. "I found an extra pillow and blanket in the hall closet."

"Suit yourself," I mumbled gazing dreamily at my protector through half closed lids. "Thanks for staying."

"Sure." She smiled and brushed aside a few strands of dark hair from my forehead. "Good night."

I awoke sometime later to movement in the room. I was still groggy and partly drunk but thought I saw a figure of a person rifling through my closet. "Louise?"

The lady cop whipped around. "I thought you were asleep," she exhaled, quickly crossing to me.

I furrowed my brow with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure everything is safe," she smiled, leaning over me. "Go back to sleep."

I reached a hand out from under the covers and held her elbow. "Stay a minute." The woman paused, then sat on the edge of the bed beside me. "I was having a bad dream," I mewed, still clutching her arm. "I was in a dark room. It was quiet and I was all alone. I saw a bed in front of me and a body under the sheets. I moved slowly over to it and pulled back the covers and saw a man -- that man Jacobs from the motel... he was dead."

I trembled as the woman shushed me with her hand gently caressing the side of my face. "You told me Jacobs was alive when you left him," she soothed.

"He was," I whimpered, my eyes beseeching. "I swear."

"Then it was nothing but a bad dream. Go back to sleep."

"Please," I mewed, tugging on her arm. "Hold me a little."

The detective smiled and leaned over me, her face warm against my cheek as I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tight to my body. "I hardly ever get scared," I confessed sheepishly. "I don't know why I -- "

"Shhhh, it's okay," she calmed, her chest pressed against mine, her steady breathing helping to quiet me. "Louise is here and nothing's going to hurt you." She raised up and smiled down at me. "I'll be out in the other room if you need me." The lady cop lowered her lips and kissed me tenderly on the forehead then stood and crossed to the door. "Pleasant dreams."

I found myself drifting in a vast dark ocean, floating naked on my back. Only the tips of my nipples broke the water's surface, the soft lapping eddies feeling like tiny fingers caressing my bare skin. All was calm and serene. The night sky was an inky black, so still and limitless was the ocean that I couldn't tell where the dark water ended and the sky began.

I floated listlessly, my arms limp at my sides. There weren't any sounds at all except for my own steady breathing and the gentle waves lapping over my body.

I drifted lazily, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the cool refreshing water.

Before I knew it the waves had risen up over my face and I found myself completely submerged. I choked and struggled for air, my hands clawing for the surface far above me. I had sunken too deep, my body struggling to swim back up to a dark sky that kept getting farther and farther away.

I sank deeper and deeper, my lungs burning as they filled with water, my mind slowly succumbing to the deep inky blackness of my solitary silent death.

I leaned over the balcony railing retching and gasping for air. The lady cop wrapped her arms across my back holding a blanket to my naked body.

"What happened?" I choked.

"The pilot light on the stove was out and the gas was turned up full."

I turned my teary eyes to hers. "An accident?"

"I doubt it. The patio door was open slightly. A person could have easily reached the balcony from the courtyard. Somebody must have climbed up and got in and turned on the gas, probably intending to suffocate us or blow up the place with a match flicked up from below."

"Shouldn't we call the cops?" I wheezed.

"I am a cop."

"Well shouldn't you report it or something?"

"No. If it was a murder attempt, having a squad of blue uniforms swarming around the place might scare him off."

"Scaring him off sounds like a damn good idea to me."

"He'd just try again, but much later. Better to have him close by and feeling certain you're still unprotected."

"Unprotected?"

"You know what I mean."

"What do you suggest?" I barked hoarsely. "Sit back and do nothing until that lunatic strikes again?"

"We'll take you to some place that's safe."

She steered my woozy frame back into the apartment. "You were supposed to be out here," I frowned. "Didn't you hear anything?"

"I must have been sound asleep," she admitted candidly. "It was a good thing I was close to the balcony door and didn't get the full effect of the gas."

"Lucky you."

The place was soon aired out enough to breathe safely, the woman going through my apartment opening every window as I remained huddled by the balcony door wrapped in my blanket. Louise filled a paper sack with some of my clothes, jewelry and toiletries. "Here's a negligee from your closet," she said, taking my elbow and leading me back into the living room. "But I couldn't find any underwear."

"I don't wear any." Once inside I removed my blanket and shrugged my arms into the gown. "So where are we going?" I coughed, tying the lace drawstring over my bosom and stepping into a pair of sandals.

"My place."

Louise draped the blanket over my shoulders again and guided me to the door. Luckily, I had enough clarity of mind to snatch up my purse along with the house keys. The detective hustled me down to her red convertible and helped me into the passenger seat, jogging quickly around the back and sliding behind the wheel. "You okay?" she asked, starting the engine.

"Yeah sure," I croaked, covering my mouth with my hand as I coughed. "Let's go."

We drove through unlit back roads and down the darkened streets of town. I supposed she was being cautious making sure we weren't being followed. I didn't take notice of where we were headed. My mind was spinning and my lungs still burned so I just closed my eyes, trying to get some rest until we arrived.

"We're here."

I opened my eyes groggily and smacked the dryness in my mouth. "Peachy." Baker helped me out of the car and ushered me to her second-floor efficiency apartment. The place was modest and comfortable, a bit smaller than what I was used to but what can you expect on a cop's salary?

"It's late," she said, tossing her keys on the side table and setting the bag of my clothes on the floor. "Take my bedroom and try to get some sleep."

I coughed and hugged the blanket around my body. "What about you?"

"I'll sleep out here," she said, kicking off her shoes. "Go on. I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay." I turned to the hallway and stopped. I turned to her and said, "Thanks, Louise."

"For what?"

"Rescuing me... and helping me."

"It's all right," she smiled. For a brief moment she actually looked like a beautiful young woman and not a hard-nosed cop. "Get some sleep."

"Okay," I yawned, staggering weakly down the hall. "G'night."

CHAPTER 4

I awoke in the middle of the night and had to take a few seconds to remember where I was. My drunk had pretty much worn off and the burning in my lungs had mostly subsided to a dull ache. I climbed out of bed and frowned, not remembering when I put on the flimsy pink negligee. I stepped into the hall finding the lady cop sleeping on the couch wearing only an oversized tee shirt and cotton panties. She looked so uncomfortable. I shook her shoulder and roused her awake. "What is it?" she asked groggily.

"Come to bed," I said softly, helping her to sit up. "I can't sleep knowing you're out here so uncomfortable."

She yawned. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom. "It's your bed, at least we can share it."

"I'm not a lesbian," she said softly almost as an apology.

"Neither am I." We stopped in the bedroom and I helped peel the tee shirt over her head. "You'll sleep better with a warm body next to you." I draped the garment over the back of a chair. I turned to find her stripping her underwear to her ankles. "A natural redhead," I observed, catching glimpse of her scarlet muff in the chinks of light filtering through the curtains. "Very sexy."

"So I'm told," she smiled.

"I happen to think so," I admitted, pulling back the bed sheet for her.

Louise sat on the mattress and paused as I shed my negligee in front of her. She lifted a tentative finger to trace the outline of my heart-shaped sculpted pubic area. "You do this yourself?"

I glanced down at my trim muff. "Fred at the hair salon keeps it groomed for me."

"Very sexy," she leered, leaning back as I draped the blanket over her naked body.

I bent low and gave her a soft peck on the forehead. "So I'm told."

I went around to my side, sliding under the covers with my back snuggled up to the woman. "Good night, Louise," I whispered.

I felt the cop nudge her side closer against my back. "You're right," she murmured to the darkness. "It is better having a warm body in your bed."

I reached a hand behind my back groping for her hand, finding her wrist and draping her arm over my side. The cop rolled onto her side and nuzzled her body closer into mine, her bare warm chest pressing into my back. "Better?"

"Mmm hmm."

I took her hand and wedged her arm between my breasts. "It's true I have frequent bed partners, but they are mostly for sex and not as overnight guests. I like it when I don't have to sleep alone."

We lay in silence for a long while, listening to each other's breathing. At last she asked, "What's it like?"

"What?"

"Making love to a woman."

"Same as a man," I whispered. "Only softer... gentler." I took her hand in mine and lightly caressed her fingers over my breast. "Like this."

Detective Baker pressed her groin against my rear, the soft points of her nipples poking into my back. "That's nice."

"Yes."

"Good night, Jett," she whispered, her lips lightly brushing my bare shoulder.

"Good night, Louise," I murmured, my body slowly melting into the warmth of her flesh as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke again to movement and soft whimpering sounds at my side. Louise was apparently having a bad dream, her hands pawing her belly and chest, her body twitching in agitated movements. I rolled onto my side to her and draped my arm across her stomach, my face close to hers on her pillow. I could make out her sleeping countenance in the dim light of the room, her profile contorted with tension and disquiet.

My fingers gently caressed over her bare tummy as I soothed soft comforting sounds into her ear. It must be hard being a cop -- the horrible things you see, the wicked people you encounter. I had experienced enough cruelty in my life to develop a glimpse of what the poor girl must keep locked away in her subconscious only to resurface at night in her dreams.

I inched my body closer, my palm gently swirling soft circles around her tummy. Louise moved one hand down to my wrist and pushed my fingers lower forcing my hand between her legs. I clamped my palm over her pubic area, the woman's slumbering features softening slightly to my touch. She held me there, squeezing her thighs together with her hand over mine. Perhaps she wasn't having a nightmare after all. Maybe the thought of sleeping with a naked woman beside her carried over into her dreams, her body instinctively desiring feminine physical contact.

I squeezed my palm over her groin. The girl sighed softly and draped her other hand over my leg. I gradually pressed my hand lower, one finger slipping gently into the folds of her vagina. Just as I suspected -- the girl was already moist. The woman was having amorous thoughts about lesbian activity after all, though I knew she would probably never admit it. Louise purred in her sleep and pressed my hand tighter to her twat, her other hand smoothing along the top of my bare leg. I slid my body closer, my breasts touching her upper arm as my finger sank deeper into her seeping slit. The cop mewed and shifted slightly, my body and hand freezing where I was. I didn't want the woman to wake up and suspect me of trying to rape her in her sleep. At last, she eased into a blissful repose, her hands relaxing to lie limp atop my hand and leg.

Her face appeared surprisingly handsome as I watched her sleeping on the pillow beside me. I left my palm where it was, my finger tucked inside the folds of her damp pussy. Detective Louise Baker was really an attractive woman, her face and body quite beautiful once she let her guard down and permitted herself to be human. My heart fluttered as I felt a physical attraction growing inside me, a desire to know this woman both as a friend and as a lover. If she would allow me into her confidence, I was sure she would be my type after all. If she would want me and let me. I kissed her softly on the ear and snuggled my face into her neck and shoulder and eventually drifted off to sleep.

"Rise and shine."

"Nyygrphh." I smacked the dryness from my mouth and rolled onto my stomach in the tangled sheets.

The lady cop stepped near the bed and pulled back the cover, spanking her hand across my bare black bottom. "Time to get up."

"I hate morning people," I groaned.

"I put some coffee on," she chirped, parting the curtains and glancing out into the bright sunshine. "If you're interested."

I snorted into the pillow. "What's the sun doing out in the middle of the night?"

"It's morning."

"Damn. I hate it when that happens."

Louise crossed to the bed and stood over me with her arms folded under her chest. "You're not going to spend the whole day in bed, are you?"

"Some of my best days are spent in bed." I cracked open one eye to see her in tight spandex bicycle shorts and an athletic bra. "Please tell me you haven't been out jogging already."

"I like to run a mile or two in the early morning while it's quiet."

"That's twisted."

Louise leaned over and gently passed her hand over my bare back. "We have a lot to do today," she smiled. "I want to teach you some self-defense moves to help you protect yourself when I'm not around."

"Come back to bed," I yawned, snaking a hand between her lean athletic legs and squeezing her thigh. "I'll show you a few moves of my own."

The cop bent down and lightly touched her lips to my shoulder blade. "Perhaps later."

"Promises, promises."

"Coffee's on," she murmured, her hand sliding along my back to my waist. "I'll even toast an English muffin for you."

"Whoopee," I grunted mirthlessly.

I crawled out of bed and crossed to the dresser, dumping the contents of the paper sack onto the bed. My guardian had quickly grabbed an assortment of clothes in our hasty departure from my apartment but nothing comfortable or even matching to wear in public. I pulled on a sheer tight lavender teddy and padded barefoot to the kitchen drawn by the tempting aroma of fresh coffee. The woman's eyebrows shot up at the sight of my near-nakedness so up-close and personal. "Very nice." She inclined her head to the mug tree on the counter. "Looks good on you."

"Thanks," I yawned, snapping the teddy's elastic band under my butt cheek as I poured myself a cup. "You picked it out." I turned to catch her puzzled expression. "When you grabbed my clothes," I explained languidly. "Must have subconsciously wanted to see me in it if you packed it." I rested a hip against the edge of the counter. "Probably something Freudian in that."

The detective casually shrugged a shoulder, her eyes blatantly examining my buxom chest. "I just grabbed whatever was handy."

I caught her stare and moved around the table to her. I mused, "I noticed I don't have much but delicate dainties to wear." My fingers traced along the thin spaghetti strap over my dark bare shoulder. "Will it bother you that I parade around your apartment half naked?"

"No."

I walked behind her, my breast gently brushing against her upper arm as I passed. "It can get pretty lonely having that big bed all to myself." I moved behind the woman and leaned over her shoulder, my soft full mounds pressing tightly to her back. "You can sleep with me again tonight," I whispered, my lips close to her ear, my breath warm upon her neck. "I promise I won't bite."

My protector turned her face to mine, somewhat startled that our lips were so close that they nearly touched. "It's all right," she stammered awkwardly, quickly turning away. "I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself," I shrugged complacently, sipping my coffee and continuing to saunter clockwise around the table. "Since I can't go out dressed like this, you'll have to lend me some of your clothes for the day."

"For a couple days."

"Whatever."

"I'll drive over to your place and get some proper clothing for you later."

I slid into the chair on her left. "I thought it might be dangerous going back there?"

"Someone may be watching your apartment for you to return," Louise corrected. "I doubt anyone would mistake me for you in broad daylight. You just sit tight and I'll fetch your things."

I furrowed my brow. "Would it be safe for me to stay here alone?"

The cop glanced into her empty cup and slid it aside. "No one knows you're here." Her eyes fell level onto my big bosom. "And I'd doubt you'd sneak out on me dressed like that."

My eyes dropped to my full ripe melons and back to her face. "I don't think I'd have any trouble catching a cab."

"Oh, you'd get plenty of offers for rides," she smirked. "Of that I have no doubt."

I cocked my head and gave her a bemused smile. "This may sound strange but I'm almost surprised you'd say something nice about me."

"Because I was so rough on you the other day?"

"Because you don't particularly strike me as the complimenting type."

"You happen to have a terrific figure," she stated candidly. "What I wouldn't give for a body like yours."

"You're sweet." I reached for her empty cup as I rose to my feet. "Refill?"

"That's all right," she began, extending her hand to stop me. Louise missed my arm, her hand resting on my bare hip. We both froze motionless for an instant, our eyes locked on one another. I noticed she was in no hurry to remove her hand from my side.

"You like black?" I asked finally, my eyes still fixed on hers.

"What?"

"Coffee."

"Yes," The lady answered slowly, her hand gradually withdrawing. "Please."

"Coming right up."

The cop cleared her throat and glanced at her clasped hands on the tabletop. "I talked to your boss Tony," she remarked as I refilled her mug. "I told him you needed the night off."

"Thanks a bunch."

"You've been through an ordeal these last two days. Give yourself at least one night to recuperate."

I sighed conceding reservedly. "I suppose you're right." I returned with the mug to her side. "But I have to warn you I have a short attention span. You'll have to keep me from getting bored."

"I think I can dig up a deck of cards somewhere."

I rested my palm on the table and leaned my lips down close to her ear. "Strip poker is so much more fun with a couple of guys along."

"Sorry -- not this time."

"Then we'll just have to make do." I flicked out my tongue and lapped her earlobe, the detective instinctively recoiling to my touch. I chuckled. "Didn't you lady cops ever feel each other up in the shower at the academy?"

Louise averted her eyes. "No."

"Shame," I sighed dreamily, taking my seat. "Watching another woman undress can be very arousing." I leaned back and crossed my long satiny dark legs at the knee. "Helping another woman undress is even better."

"Seems like everything is arousing to you."

"I enjoy life and all the pleasures this body can experience," I stated matter-of-factly, sipping my coffee. "Anything wrong with that?"

"You may have to minimize your pleasure-seeking while I'm around."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Prude."

"I need to teach you some self-defense," Baker said, switching the subject.

"I case you haven't noticed -- I'm a lover, not a fighter."

"A little training may help save your life."

"That's what I thought I had you around for."

"I can't be everywhere all the time," Louise said, rising from her seat. "Come here." She took my wrist and led me to an open space in the middle of the living room. "Let me show you some of my moves."

"Ooooh," I leered, twitching my eyebrows. "Shouldn't we be retiring to your boudoir?"

"Not those kind of moves," the cop replied dryly, positioning me in the center of the room. She took a few steps back and faced me. "Now... what would you do if some guy came at you with a knife?"

"I'd scream and run the other way."

"What if you were wearing a long dress and high heels?"

"I'd lie on the ground and bleed a lot."

The woman widened her stance and crouched slightly. "Okay, pretend I'm you."

"Ah, so we are going into the bedroom after all."

"Get serious."

"Okay, you're me."

"Now let's say you're the bad guy," she said, extending her arms a little from her sides like a Western gunslinger. "Pretend you're coming at me with a knife."

"You won't hurt me?"

"I promise."

"Well... okay." I extended my right arm and thrust my make-believe blade at her chest, the cop seizing my wrist and spinning me around pinning my arm behind my back as her other arm wrapped around my neck in a stranglehold. "How did you do that?" I choked.

Baker released me and we moved back to our original positions. "Let me show you." She extended her arm at me. "Take my wrist in your right hand, jerk it down and swing it around my back." We slowly went through the motions and soon I had her in the same chokehold I found myself in a moment ago.

"Cool!" I grinned, releasing her. "Let me try it for real."

We took our positions again. "Ready?" she asked.

"Ready."

Louise lunged forward and I grabbed her wrist, wrenching her arm behind her as I spun her body around and against my chest, my left arm clamping around her neck. "I got you!" I laughed.

The lady cop quickly raised her left hand and pulled my arm away, spinning and reversing her body, her arms grasping around my waist in a bear hug. "Seems I got you," she chuckled.

"Mmmm," I purred, wrapping my arms around her neck, my lips gently nibbling her ear lobe. "I like this move much better."

The woman flushed slightly and released me, her eyes flicking down to see that my boobies had shifted in the scant teddy, my dark nipples peeking out around the edges. "I was just showing that you shouldn't get too confident," she hedged, averting her eyes as I adjusted my chest in the sheer nightie.

"Actually, this just shows I'm not dressed properly for this kind of activity."

"What we need to do is get you to a gym," Baker said, turning and crossing back to the table to clear our coffee mugs. "You're too soft."

"Women are supposed to be soft," I groused following her into the kitchen.

"Not that soft."

I scowled and glanced down at my near naked frame. "I didn't think I was that out of shape."

"Actually, you have a great shape," she smiled, glancing back at my trim hourglass figure. "You could just use a little more muscle that's all."

"Don't tell me we're going to wrestle on the floor together now."

"You'd probably like that."

"You're probably right."

"How often do you work out?" she asked, rinsing our mugs.

"Excluding sex?"

"Excluding sex."

I rested my hip against the counter and tapped a finger to my jaw. "Hmmmm. Let me think... um... exactly never."

The cop turned and nodded as she wiped her hand on a towel. "We gotta get you to a gym. You can wear one of my leotards. It should stretch to fit."

My eyes compared our buxom bust lines. "Probably." The corner of my mouth curled in a small demure smile, my hands smoothing the thin material along my slender hips. "Are you finally going to let me wear some real clothes, detective?"

"Can't have you parade around in lingerie forever," she chuckled, spanking me lightly on the duff.

"You'd probably like that."

"You're probably right."

We went to a place called Vaughn's Gym on the Lower West Side. I expected a shabby brick building with boxing promotions plastered on the walls and a couple of fat, gray-haired old black men slumped in ratty tattered chairs with thick unlit cigars clamped in their teeth. This place was brightly lit with lots of mirrors, the finest state-of-the-art exercise equipment, and sexy young athletic white dudes ready to make the most of your body.

I instantly liked the concept.

Louise stripped off her jogging sweats revealing a clingy green leotard over canary yellow leggings. "Whoo baby!" I gasped; my eyes wide as I examined the woman's shapely physique. "Will you look at the body on that girl!" I didn't get a good gander at her trim hourglass figure when she undressed for me the other night in the dark. Good thing -- I'd have probably tried to jump her bones in bed.

The woman smiled and clamped her hands on her narrow waist, bending her upper body to one side to limber up. "I try to keep in shape."

"That's not keeping in shape, honey," I sighed, peeling my oversized tee shirt over my head to reveal my deep purple skin-tight leotards. "That's just plain stacked."

"You really think so?" She bent the other way, her red hair tied back in a pony tail swinging over her shoulder.

"Hell, you should be a model or something."

"You're sweet."

"Do guys try to pick you up here?"

"Sometimes."

I leered and gave my guardian an affectionate swat on her tight rump. "Well, if they don't, I just might."

"First we get you on the treadmill," Baker instructed leading the way through the maze of black iron and glistening steel. "Work on your legs and butt."

I twisted my body around and strained to get a better view of my behind. "What's wrong with my butt?"

"Nothing," she laughed, draping a towel around her neck. "You have a magnificent ass. It could just be a little tighter, that's all."

I walked in a slow steady pace on the treadmill, growing bored after the first quarter-mile. There was a TV set mounted on the wall showing some soap opera but the volume was turned down so low I couldn't follow the dialogue. I glanced to the side and caught a muscular good-looking white guy in navy shorts and a tight gray tee shirt wiping down the steel handles of a nearby exercise device. I couldn't tell what the contraption was for and honestly didn't care. It was his other type of equipment I was more interested in.

The guy stared openly at me, watching my every move as I worked out. I looked away at the TV screen, but glanced back a few moments later to find him still staring my way. "You enjoy watching women sweat?" I huffed breathlessly.

"Everybody's gotta have a hobby," he smiled, his crystal blue eyes twinkling. "Besides -- men sweat, ladies perspire."

"Spoken like a true gentleman," I smirked, hopping off the conveyor and crossing to him. "I'm Jett."

The man set down his polishing rag and extended his hand. "Cal."

"Pleased to meet you, Cal." I grinned my whitest come-on smile, wiping my hand on the sweat suit top tied around my waist and accepting his shake.

"Don't believe I've ever seen you here before."

"It's my first time."

Cal eased his grip on my hand, reversing his hold and gently seizing my wrist and bending my arm up to my shoulder. "Good definition," he observed, his left hand squeezing my upper arm.

I scowled playfully. "Definition of what?"

"Good muscle tone," Cal nodded. His eyes panned down and up my body, not ogling but more like studying. I found the experience surprisingly stimulating. "You ever have a good workout?"

"Horizontal aerobics is the closest I get," I chuckled.

"Regularly?" he smiled.

"Not regular enough."

He released my arm and gestured to the bench press seat. "Put your foot up here." I did as he instructed, his fingers feeling and squeezing the top and underside of my thigh.

"Some men pay big bucks to do what you're doing," I laughed, holding onto his shoulder for balance.

"Working girl?"

"Professional escort."

"I'll bet you're the best," he remarked without looking up, a feeling of genuine sincerity in his voice.

"I'll bet you're right."

"Great abdominal and lower body tone," he mused, straightening and moving around my side.

"Those are the parts that get the most workout."

Cal moved behind me as I dropped my foot back onto the floor. He removed my sweats wrap and placed his hands on my shapely hips and squeezed my waist. I extended my arms slightly, the trainer feeling up my sides to my ribs.

"You're not gay or anything?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Nope."

"Single?"

Cal inched his fingers along my spine feeling the muscle tone of my upper back. "Depends."

"Depends?"

"On whether you're flirting or trying to fix me up with a lonely cousin with a great personality."

"I was thinking more for myself," I grinned, placing my hands on my slender hips.

"Then I'm single."

"That's good," I nodded. Cal's fingers kneaded the muscles from my shoulders to my neck. "You know, they say it's much better to work out with a partner."

"Partners are good."

I glanced at the man. "For exercise purposes of course."

"Exercise is very good for you."

The fellow's hands moved back down my spine and under my arms to my ribs. I cleared my throat and asked, "Do you offer private training, Cal?"

"When you say private, I assume you're referring to --"

Cal's words were cut short as his hands were wrenched from my sides, my overzealous protector whipping him around and slamming his back hard against the mirrored wall. The man reeled dazed, the woman quickly bringing her knee up to catch him squarely in the stomach. Cal doubled over, the lady detective bringing both fists down in a sledgehammer blow to the back of his neck. The poor trainer collapsed unconscious to the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screeched, my eyes wide in shock.

"He looked like he was attacking you," she panted.

"That I should be so lucky." I scowled at her, my balled fists on my hips. "If you're gonna kick the ass of every guy who lays a finger on my body, this is going to be one long fucking week."

She frowned. "He wasn't after you?"

"The poor guy was just trying to be helpful -- up until you laid your ninja moves on him."

The lady cop took my elbow and ushered me from the scene of the assault. "Sometimes my protective instincts cause me to ever-react a bit."

"Oh peachy," I snorted as we headed to the women's locker room. "Just my luck I get the Terminator for a roommate."

We stuffed our street clothes into her fitness bag and hustled out the side door to our car. "From behind he looked like he was strangling you," Baker explained.

"He was only checking out the shape of my muscles and if you'd have left us alone for two more minutes, I'd be checking out a muscle of his."

She stopped with her hand on the driver's side door. "You were trying to pick him up?"

"I'm a slave to my sexual needs," I remarked flatly, climbing into the passenger side of the tiny convertible. "This body needs a good healthy fuck on a regular basis and when I see a prime opportunity I take it."

"Not while I'm around," she grunted, sliding behind the wheel.

I huffed and crossed my arms under my large bosom. "I can see that. Listen, I appreciate you trying to keep me alive and all, but I have to have some sort of social life."

Louise exhaled her breath as she revved the engine and pulled from the lot. "All right. I will allow you to feed your carnal appetite just as long as I can keep you within my sight."

"Kinky," I smirked, offering a knowing leer. "The prudish cop turns out to be a nasty little voyeur." I rested my hand on her leotard-covered thigh, my fingers giving her knee a gentle squeeze. "Do you play with your pussy while you watch others get it on?"

"I'm not prudish," she corrected. "Prudent." She flashed me a quick smile as she wove her way through traffic, both of us fully aware that my hand was still resting on her leg. "And no, I don't play with my pussy while I watch others get it on."

"Oh ho," I chuckled, my palm rubbing little circles across the top of her thigh. "You said while I watch -- you are a naughty gal after all."

The cop shrugged a shoulder and signaled for a left turn. "All in the line of duty. You get to see some pretty wild stuff when you're on a stakeout." Her eyes flashed to mine then back to the road. Her right hand dropped from the steering wheel onto mine. "The job has its moments," she mused, her hand resting atop mine.

"Does it turn you on?"

"Watching?" she asked, her eyes flicking to me as her fingers lightly caressed the back of my hand. "Or this?"

"Either."

"Girl, you wouldn't want to know what turns me on."

"A woman of mystery!" I leered and licked my lips and inched my palm a few inches closer to her crotch.

Detective Baker chuckled and moved my hand another inch higher, my thumb barely touching her groin. "Better pray you never find out," she chortled. "Might even be too much for you to handle."

"Believe me honey," I grinned, giving her inner thigh a gentle squeeze. "I've seen and done it all."

"Not all."

"Then you'll have to show me."

"Someday -- perhaps."

"Naughty girl," I giggled. "You're such a tease."

She smiled at the windshield. "Like I told you the other day... I'm not a rookie in everything."