Escort Girls Bk3 - Lucky Stiff Pt 2

Lucky Stiff

Book Three of the Escort Girls Anthology

By Magda McKune

Part 2

CHAPTER 5

"I could use a shower," I grimaced in disgust, heading toward the hallway of her apartment.

The cop closed the front door and set her gym bag onto the floor and said, "You go ahead. I'll clean up later."

I stopped and turned with a hand on one hip. "We could always conserve water and shower together."

"That's all right," she dismissed, crossing to the recliner. "You go on ahead."

I took a couple steps closer to her as she dropped into the easy chair. "I thought you were supposed to protect me," I sighed lustily, peeling the tight leotard top from my shoulders and exposing my full breasts to her. "Stay within arm's reach so to speak."

The woman sat silently watching me, her eyes riveted to my body as I slowly undressed before her. "There might be a bad bogeyman in the bathroom," I pouted, pushing my workout clothes to my ankles and kicking the outfit aside. "Or what if I get all lightheaded from my strenuous workout?" I cooed, stepping nearer, my fingertips lightly tracing from my navel across my tummy to the crease beneath my ripe melons. "I might swoon from exhaustion and fall." I paused before her, my fingers encircling the dark areola around my hardening nipples. "You wouldn't want me to hurt myself, would you?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

"But having you near me I'll be even better."

"I'll be right out here."

"Party poop."

After a quick shower, I returned from the bathroom wearing a large towel wrapped around my body knotted at my chest. Louise glanced up from reading her magazine. "Feel cleaner?"

"My mind is still as dirty as ever."

"No big surprise there."

"You don't approve of me much, do you?" I snorted crossing to the couch.

"I don't judge people."

"Sure you do. Everybody judges -- they just don't want to admit it." I sat on the cushion close to her and tucked my legs under me. "You think I'm a slut and a whore, fucking any guy who comes my way. Well, I'll tell you one thing Miss Lady Detective, what I do with my body is my business. I had to put up with a lot of shit before I became an escort. Now I wear nice clothes and dine at fancy restaurants and I'll tell you one thing right now, I more than paid my dues, over and over again. One thing I've learned is that life is too fucking short. You gotta take all that life has to offer or you'll hate yourself for letting it slip through your fingers." I tilted my head to the side and raked my hand through my wet hair. "Champagne, limousines, diamond necklaces -- shit honey, I'm out to experience all the pleasures life has to offer. And if I want to screw some strange dude in some no name nowhere motel that's my business. You said yourself someone may be trying to kill me. Who knows, they might succeed. I want to leave this world knowing I savored every precious moment, not regretting past opportunities."

"Quite a philosophy."

I regarded my protector evenly. "People complain they don't have enough pleasures in their lives. As an escort I try to give it to them. Some of those pleasures may be sexual. If that makes me a whore then so be it."

"You're not a whore."

"Oh, I don't know," I ruminated resting my arm along the back of the couch. "Selling my body for a price to strangers, doing their bidding in order to fulfill their suppressed fantasies. What would you call that?"

The edge of the woman's mouth curled in a slight smile. "Effectively financially utilizing your assets and talents to the benefit of a frustrated social class."

I laughed out loud. "That might be a little hard to fit on a business card."

She smiled. "Then let's just say professional escort."

I stood and rested my hands at the small of my back and leaned back to stretch my spine, my full breasts straining against the knot of the towel. "You ever allow yourself to have any pleasures detective?"

"Sometimes."

I glanced over to catch her eyes studying my sculpted pubic mound peeking out from under the edge of my cover. "Sometimes?" I asked, leaning to the side and offering plenty of bare hip.

"Pleasures enough."

I sashayed over to her and raised a bare leg, stretching over across her lap and placing my foot on the arm of her chair. "Tell me; what turns you on detective?"

"I prefer straight sex."

"Yes yes," I sighed in exasperation, my hands caressing my satiny dark limb before her face. "But what turns you on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You ever sunbathe in the nude detective? You ever masturbate to a dirty movie? Hell, I doubt you ever seen a stag flick." I swung my leg down and rested one butt cheek on the arm of her chair. "You like to watch two people fucking -- maybe finger yourself off in the shadows? A little voyeurism, hmm?"

"I'm not a slave to my body like you are."

"Maybe you like it rough. The leather queen of discipline, a little spanking to get you going? Or perhaps you like to be the one tied up, a little hog-tie bondage now and then. Ever use those shiny handcuffs on yourself?"

"Hardly."

"Do black people turn you on, lady cop?" I lifted my leg and set my foot on the cushion by her knee, the towel slipping down to expose my naked calf. "Or are you one of those racist purists?"

"I'm not a racist." She touched her hand to my thigh intending to push my leg away.

I quickly put my hand over hers to keep it in place. "You ever feel a black girl before?" Her eyes jumped from my hand to my face and back down again. Either she was too startled to answer or her silence meant she had never been that close to a naked colored chick before. I gently eased her hand along my leg closer to my groin. "White clients think black women are exotic, intriguing, even a little taboo." I slid her hand to the crease at the top of my thigh, her fingers nearly touching my dark snatch. "What do you think detective?"

"I... I don't..." I could tell her breathing was becoming faster, her pulse accelerating.

I took her wrist in my hand and gradually eased her palm over to my damp vagina. "You ever have a taste for dark meat baby?" The woman touched my moist vagina and quickly withdrew her hand as if she had burned her fingers on an open flame. I chuckled and rose from her chair. "A little jumpy, aren't we?"

"Just... startled."

I laughed and sat on the arm of the couch. "Maybe just a little excited you mean."

Baker narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't like me much, do you?"

"Oh, I don't know," I mused. "Sometimes when you let your guard down and drop that hard-nosed bitch cop routine you can be quite pleasant."

"Maybe we just started off on the wrong foot," she frowned. "I want to protect you, find out who wants to kill you and solve Jacob's murder in the process. If we can't be friends, at least let's not be adversaries."

"I would prefer to be your friend, detective, but I tend to get a little testy when I feel caged up like this. I know you want to keep an eye on me, but I can't stay cooped up in your apartment for the rest of my life."

"A little patience would be nice, particularly since it's your ass hanging in the balance."

I stood and wandered around the room, adjusting the knot of the towel at my bosom. "You really think I'm in some kind of danger?"

"I don't know, but I'd sure as hell hate to lose you."

I turned to her, studying her face. "Why Louise Baker, I believe you're developing a liking to me."

She returned a wry smile. "It would just look bad on my record that's all."

"Liar." I grinned and moved back to her side. "You like me -- admit it."

"You're crazy."

"Oh, I know you," I leered, moving closer and gently touching my fingers to her cheek. "You put up this tough cop façade like you're always on the job protecting me, but deep down inside you really like hangin' with a wild gal like me." I drew a line around her ear and down the back of her neck. "Don't worry darling -- I won't rape you. I'm just an average woman with passions, desires, frailties and fears." I sighed, turning to the hallway. "I'm a woman that needs to feel loved."

"Jett?"

I paused at the hallway and turned back to my guardian. "Yeah baby?"

"Believe it or not," she said softly, a slight smile tugging the corner of her lips. "I really do like you."

I smiled brightly and flapped my wrist at her. "I kinda always knew you did."

"But not enough to sleep with you."

I chuckled and turned away as my fingers loosened the knot at my chest, peeling the towel away and baring my entire backside to her. "Sure better guard this sweet body honey," I smiled, swinging my wrap over a naked shoulder. "There may come a time when you change your mind."

I stood before the bathroom mirror combing the kinks out of my wet hair, the damp towel knotted around my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I caught my companion standing in the doorway, her shoulder leaning against the frame. "What's it like?"

"What?"

"Being an escort."

I shrugged a bare shoulder and continued combing my hair. "It's like being on a date. Sometimes dressy... sometimes casual. You just have to make sure the client has a good time."

"We're not prostitutes," I explained to the mirror. "We're dinner partners, dancing partners and sometimes we just sit and talk." I glanced over to catch her watching me from the doorway. "Of course, you can always fuck the client if you want to," I admitted candidly. "If both of you are willing and the guy is cute enough."

Louise nodded with understanding. "Consenting adults."

"Just like a real date."

"Except much classier and more expensive."

I grinned at my reflection in the glass. "That's why I really love this job so much."

She moved silently behind me, her hands gently resting on my bare shoulders. "Must be fun."

I set the comb on the counter, watching her face in the mirror as her hands softly caressed down the towel over my back to my waist. "Join me."

The woman looked up, her hands lightly holding my waist. "What?"

"Join me," I repeated, my eyes meeting hers in the glass. "Work with me -- as my partner. That way I can work my escort job and you can still keep an eye on me."

The cop lowered her eyes. "You said before I'm the escort type."

"Maybe not yet." I placed my hands over hers, watching her expression in the mirror. "You may be a little rough around the edges, but with a little polish you could pass for a real pro."

The girl smiled over my shoulder, a glint of sparkle in her green eyes. "You really think so?"

"Of course," I affirmed, pulling her hands around onto my tummy and bringing her closer into my back. "You have a dynamite body and a very cute smile."

"Thanks," she laughed, holding me close.

"You ever date, detective?"

"A little. Mostly with beer and pretzel guys."

"How do you feel about wearing formal gowns and diamonds?"

The lady cop smiled and tightened her embrace. "Sounds like a fantasy."

I caught her gaze flicking to my large chest within the towel. I raised my hands and unfastened the knot, the wrap slackening and dropping to my waist. I took her hands from my tummy and gently raised them to my hanging mounds. "Touch my tits," I whispered. The woman stiffened slightly and I knew I was making her uncomfortable. "As my partner and guardian, you'll have to get used to seeing me naked."

"Well... seeing, yes --"

"Haven't you ever touched a woman before?"

"Not like this. It seems so... intimate."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I stated soberly to the glass. "Two people should be allowed to touch one another, regardless if they happen to be the same gender."

Louise eased back, her hands on my bare hips, the towel between us slipping to the floor. "I'll go get you something to wear."

I placed my hands on hers to hold them on my hips. "To cover my nakedness so you won't feel so embarrassed?"

She released me and I quickly turned to stop her with a hand on her elbow. "I'm sorry... that was mean and uncalled for. I realize you're only trying to help me and I'm not making your job any easier."

The cop turned and offered a weak smile. "Forget it." She inclined her head to my bare chest. "Such a good¬ looking body might be much too tempting for a single gal to resist -- even if she was straight."

I glanced down at my bare torso and returned a wide smile. "I see what you mean."

Louise raised a hand and gently caressed her fingers along the side of my breast. "I wanted to touch your tits," she whispered, her fingers tentatively tracing a circle around the dark nipple. "I was just afraid I'd become gay."

"You're not gay," I murmured. I took her wrist and raised her fingers to my lips. "And neither am I."

The cop winked and gently withdrew her hand. "I'll remember that -- next time we go to bed together."

Louise disappeared into the bedroom and returned with one of her own tee shirts with the logo of some police academy across the chest. "Put this on," she grinned, tossing me the shirt.

"Thanks." I pulled on the oversized cotton shirt, the front barely covering my pubic area.

"You can sleep in it if you like."

"I sleep in the nude."

"Why am I not surprised?"

I slipped my arm through her elbow and led her from the bathroom. "I noticed you don't sleep in the buff."

"Must be a police academy thing. I want to feel like I'm ready for anything."

I chuckled lustily. "If you're naked and in bed with someone, you would be!" I led her toward the recliner. "You have the makings of a great escort Lou," I stated honestly. "Look at me. Hell, I was nothing but a lowly waitress before I got drafted into this gig and now I'm the answer to every man's erotic fantasy."

"Somehow I just can't see myself as every man's dream girl," she snorted, dropping into her chair.

I moved behind her and passed my fingers through her red locks. "Give yourself a chance," I cooed. "Put yourself in my hands and I'll make a completely different woman out of you."

"I think I have a good idea of the kind of woman I'd become if I put myself in your hands."

"First of all, you gotta loosen up baby," I stated massaging her tight shoulders and neck. "Hell, you're stiffer than Pee Wee's pecker at a beauty pageant."

"I... I don't usually... "

"You don't have other women touch you this way, I know."

"Well, yeah."

"It feels weird to have another woman give you pleasure," I nodded, kneading her muscles. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No... not exactly."

"Relax, detective. I'm not going to rape you."

"I never thought you were."

"Of course you did. Somehow you got the impression I was a loose woman out to screw everything that moves."

Baker chuckled under her breath. "Now where on earth would I get that idea?"

"Falsely accused," I chuckled, rubbing my thumbs down over her shoulder blades. "I happen to be very choosy about whom I sleep with."

"Oh? Do tell!"

"In fact," I mused, tilting my head to one side. "I'm not sure I even have the desire to invite you to a wild romp in the sack with me."

Louise turned slightly, a trace of a smile on her lips. "I don't know if I should be relieved or insulted."

"Disappointed at least," I murmured conspiratorially close to her ear. "A wild night with a hot naked black chick is one not to be missed."

"Perhaps I'll find the courage to beg you to take me to bed later."

"Ho ho!" I exclaimed, moving around to her side. "What makes you think you'll get the chance later?"

"It's my job," she sighed with feigned weariness. "In order to protect you I have to go where you go -- sleep where you sleep --"

"Always the professional," I grunted. I returned to giving her a massage. "That's why you're so uptight. You gotta let your hair down once in a while. Be wild, daring, bold --"

"I'm not sure I know how."

"Tell you what... you keep this sexy black body from getting full of bullet holes and I'll teach you how to have a good time."

"Nothing that'll get us arrested I hope."

"Of course not."

"Deal."

"Lesson one," I stated firmly, coming around the chair to face her. "When you're in your own home it's permitted to go barefoot."

I lowered to my knees and began to unlace her shoes. "No, that's okay," she winced, placing her arm on my shoulder. "I can take them off myself."

I glanced up at her and smiled. "It's that being touched by a woman thing again," I grinned, removing her shoe. "You gotta get over it if we're going to be spending any time together."

She reddened and settled back in her chair. "Sorry." I could tell she was still uneasy about having a female servant undress her.

I removed her shoes and socks and gently massaged her bare feet. "Feel better?"

"Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "It feels kinda silly though."

I laughed and rose to stand. "You think this is silly, wait until you see lesson two."

"What!?" she started, a tinge of panic in her voice.

"A professional escort is more than a nice figure and a pretty face," I explained, heading to the kitchen and rummaging through the cupboards. "One has to be highly trained in many various skills. You never know when a particular situation may arise that can put your abilities and resourcefulness to the test." I returned with a jar of Skippy and two spoons. "Lesson two -- the peanut butter principal."

Louise furrowed her brow with a puzzled expression. "What?"

I took her elbow and led her to the sofa. "Kneel on the couch with me." She did as I instructed, the two of us kneeling on the cushions facing one another. "Peanut butter is a great way to practice using your tongue."

"You've got to be kidding," she chuckled, accepting a spoon.

I opened the jar between us and scooped out a large dollop. "Your tongue is simply a muscle. You have to keep it in shape." I held the spoon a few inches from my mouth and swirled my tongue around the smooth creamy mound. "Try it."

Louise dug out a heaping lump and regarded it dubiously. She slowly extended her tongue and tentatively tasted the spread. "Good God girl!" I exclaimed. "You act like you never tasted peanut butter before!"

"Not this way."

"Try this." I stuck out my tongue, flicking only the very tip up and down and across the scoop.

Louise laughed with amusement. "Damn, you're talented!"

"Stick with me baby," I grinned, sensuously licking the underside of the spoon. "Before you know it you'll be a tongue-fucking pro."

The woman tried her best to move her tongue in clockwise circles. "Is this what they teach you in escort school?"

"Nope," I reflected, digging out another scoop. "In college, believe it or not. My parents sent me away to an all-girl school out east. We sure had some first-class professional kitty-lickers in those dorm rooms, let me tell you sister."

"So, you prefer women," my guardian remarked offhandedly.

I pondered thoughtfully. "I guess I would classify myself as being bisexual. Both sexes have certain attractions that are totally different from one another. I suppose I'll never be completely one way or the other."

"Check this out," the woman laughed. Her tongue picked a tiny chunk of spread on the very tip.

I leaned forward and quickly scraped the peanut butter off her tongue with mine. "Mmm," I murmured. "Tasty." I smiled demurely at my friend, cattily licking my spoon. "You ever kiss a girl?"

"Nope."

"Want to kiss me?"

Louise wrinkled her brow. "I'm not sure."

I leaned closer and gently pressed my lips to hers, my tongue softly snaking into her mouth to tangle with her tongue. I drew back and regarded her thoughtfully. "How was it?"

The policewoman cocked her head, her tongue probing the corner of her mouth. "Peanut buttery." Louise accidentally dropped a glob of peanut butter from her spoon onto her lap. "Oops!"

"I'll get that." I quickly bent over and licked it off her shorts.

"Yikes!" she squealed springing back.

"Ticklish?"

"No just... startled."

I leered up at her from her lap. "Only startled?"

"Well... I wasn't ready for you to do that."

"I better make sure I got it all." I licked and gently nibbled my teeth over the tight spandex covering her pubic mound. "Mmmm."

"Are you still eating the peanut butter?" she laughed, her body writhing to my stimulation.

"I hope not." I leered up at her, my fingers gently tugging her waistband down. "Ever have a woman eat your pussy?"

"Um... no," she stammered awkwardly, and yet she leaned back against the arm and offered no protest as I slowly undressed her.

"Want me to lick you?"

"Well... I..."

I smiled and peeled her shorts to her knees to expose her scarlet-colored muff. "Relax, honey. I promise I won't hurt you."

"It's not that --"

"You're afraid you'll like it," I chuckled, removing her pants the rest of the way and tossing them aside. "Oooh baby!" I grinned, moving my face down between her legs. "You have such a beautiful pussy."

"I do?"

I breathed lustfully onto her scarlet fur. "Uh huh." I moved closer, my tongue flicking over the deep red curly hairs covering her pubic mound. "Good enough to eat." I spread her vaginal lips apart with my fingers and lightly tickled the soft pink folds with my tongue.

"Oh yes," she exhaled, closing her eyes and raking her fingers through my damp hair.

"You like?"

"I like," she rasped, her hips gyrating against my mouth. "Just don't tell anyone."

"Who the hell would I tell?" My mouth moved lower to suck and tongue deeper into her slit. "In case you've forgotten, you have me held captive."

"Keep it up and I'll never tell a soul you're here."

I leered up from her crotch. "Naughty girl."

"God you're great," she panted, her full chest heaving with lust.

My fingertips swirled over the soft delicate pink folds. "You ever finger yourself?"

"Sometimes."

"Is this better?"

"Much better," she moaned, her body writhing with erotic stimulation. "You make me so hot."

I expelled my warm breath onto her vagina. "Hot and wet." My mouth pressed hard onto her cunt, my tongue making clockwise swirls inside her seeping orifice.

"Oh God," she moaned. "You say you do this for a living?"

"I escort for a living," I garbled into her damp snatch, the woman now bucking her hips to fuck my face. "I do this part for pleasure."

"You're so good at it," Lou rasped, her fingers digging through my damp hair. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum."

"You think?"

"You -- you're making me cum."

"That's the intention, sweetie."

"Oh God," she panted, her body bucking wildly, her spine arching her tits to the ceiling. "Oh God, yes."

I leered up from between her legs. "Cum for me baby." My tongue flicked over her clitoris as I inserted a finger into her seeping slit and pumped her pussy hard and fast. "Cum into my mouth."

"Gaaaah!" she exclaimed. Her body suddenly spasmed and jerked as a flow of salty clear nectar erupted from her gash onto my lips.

"Yeah baby," I breathed, lapping up her sweet nectar. "Let me taste your delicious pussy juice in my mouth."

The woman snapped her head forward to watch me suck her seeping snatch. "Oh shit!" she gasped. "You really got me off."

"I hope so!" I straightened on my knees and licked the glistening dew from my fingers and lips. "Did you like it?"

"Oh God!" she laughed, stretching her arms high over her head. "Hell of a lot better than doing myself."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Fuck yes!" she smiled. Louise reddened slightly with embarrassment and reached down to the floor to retrieve her fallen garment. "God, I hope I'm not turning into a lesbian."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I'll bet with you it isn't."

I gathered up the peanut butter and spoons. "Well, one kitty-licking session does not a lesbo make."

"That's assuming we stop at one." I paused and glanced over at her, the woman shyly covering her lap with her shorts. She smiled shyly and said, "We may be together a long time."

"That we may," I chuckled, patting her bare knee. "That we may." I rose from the couch and carried our items to the kitchen. "So if I'm going to teach you to be an escort, we'll have to come up with another name for you. I can't go calling you Detective Baker in front of the clients. No offense honey, but the name Louise doesn't exactly conjure up images of the sophisticated worldly escort type either."

The woman expelled her breath in a snort. "You mean pick another name... like Bambi or Barbie?"

"Not quite," I smirked, putting our spoons in the sink. "Those bring up images of a different type of working girl." I glanced over my shoulder at her gorgeous red tresses. "Maybe we can capitalize on the unique color of your hair. That's how I came to choose my name... Jett -- as in jet black but without the black part."

The cop snickered and pulled on her tight shorts. "You're telling me Jett isn't your real name?"

"Puh-leese," I winced, returning to her side. "You take me for some freaky California 80's free-love child." I tenderly smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "My real name is Naomi, and if you tell a single soul I'll super glue your toes together."

"My lips are sealed."

I paused and twirled my fingers through her locks by her temple. "You hair is so beautiful, like the color of blood."

Louise laughed and shook my hand free from her hair. "You're not going to call me Bloody Mary, are you?"

"We could call you Scarlet, but you'd have to pass for a Georgia Peach Southern belle."

"Sow-ray hunny chile," the cop drawled. She sprawled lazily on her back across the couch and flapped her wrist at me. "But that sim-play ain't me."

"Perhaps you're right."

"I kinda like Cherry," she sighed dreamily, her fingers twirling a lock of hair by her ear lobe. "How about Cherry Pop?"

I kneeled on the cushion beside her. "Too slutty."

"You never saw me dressed as a hooker working for vice. I can be really slutty when I try to be."

"Perhaps I might want to find that out for myself later."

"I said slutty not nutty."

"I got it!" I grinned. "Ruby! Sophisticated, exotic, worldly --"

"Sounds very sexy and mysterious."

"That's certainly you, honey."

"Well, maybe not yet."

I leaned over her, my dark hair fanning down around my face. "Stick with me girl and I'll make you sexy and erotic as hell."

Louise raised a hand and gently cupped my cheek. "I can believe that."

I moved above her, the woman caressing her hand down along my back as I shifted onto the cushion at her side. "You are definitely the Ruby type," I cooed softly nuzzling beside her warm body.

She moved tighter into the back of the couch and pulled me closer to her. "I still like Cherry Pop."

I shook my head and caressed my fingers across her tummy. This time the woman didn't flinch. "Ruby is more sensuous," I affirmed. "And all Tony Rose escorts are very sensuous and very expensive."

"Ruby," the woman chuckled. "I like it."

I smiled and nodded. "Ruby it is."

I called Rose at the office and asked if she would be free for a late lunch explaining I had a special friend I'd like her to meet. As an escort herself he had odd hours, and also like me could eat anytime day or night. She agreed to meet us at a place called Whimsy's around two.

Louise and I sat at a round table and ordered a couple of glasses of iced tea. Rose sauntered over to our table, the woman wearing a navy skirt and matching jacket over a pastel blue blouse. My female employer was a willowy knockout brunette -- slender, sexy and downright gorgeous. She started the escort business with Tony and generated as well as attended to quite a number of clients on her own. "Hello darling," she smiled sweetly, bending to give me a peck on the cheek.

I smiled and gestured to my guest. ""Rose, this is Louise Baker."

My boss cordially extended her hand and said, "How do you do."

"Hi," the cop smiled, accepting her shake.

"Louise is a police detective," I continued.

My employer raised one eyebrow as she slid into the seat at my right. "Is that a fact?"

"She's been assigned to watch over me for a few days," I explained briefly. "There may still be somebody out there intending to do me harm."

Rose rested her hand on mine, an anxious look in her eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Nothing to worry about, love," I assured her, offering a warm smile. "Detective Baker promises nothing will happen to me while she's around."

The woman turned her eyes to the lady cop. "I'm relieved to hear that."

"The only catch is," Lou hedged hesitantly. "I can't protect her while she's escorting clients." She flicked her gaze to me and back to my boss. "Unless you allow me to come along."

Rose studied her face and then looked to me, a shade of understanding coming over her. "Are we suggesting Detective Baker pose as a Tony Rose girl?"

"It would only be for a few days," I pleaded anxiously. "We could work together -- as a team. She could watch my ass and I would train her to be an escort."

"Watch your ass?"

"Figuratively speaking." I placed my hand on Rose's arm. "The best part is that she'd still be on the police payroll, not ours. The clients would be getting two ladies for the price one."

"You've put a lot of thought into this," my boss remarked dryly.

"We've slept on it," Louise nodded. I quickly jabbed my elbow into her ribs. She awkwardly cleared her throat. "So to speak."

The waitress appeared at my companion's prospective boss' shoulder. Rose accepting the menu and said, "Coffee, please."

Louise and I ordered ice tea and the waitress withdrew to fill our drink order.

Rose pondered her lunch options and stole a knowing glance at me over the top of her menu. "I imagine you and Ms. Baker have already discovered you work well together as a team."

"Not Louise Baker," I corrected, my eyes meeting my potential partner. "Her name will be Ruby."

Rose leaned back in her chair and regarded the cop soberly. "It certainly fits her."

I busied myself by arranging my silverware on the table. "Red is her natural color."

Louise jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow.

My boss turned her eyes to me. "I assume you told her how our business works?"

"Yes. Ruby has no problem with getting dressed up and entertaining the client, so long as she keeps me in her sight."

The detective regarded the woman without expression. "Jett explained to me that the needs of the customer always come first. We're expected to do whatever it takes to fulfill our client's desires. We're not whores, but the customer pays big bucks for us to provide them with a good time and make their night magical. If Jett wants to give her all, I will try my best to keep up." She glanced at me. "I've never had a partner who is so dedicated to her job."

I reached a hand under the table and gave her thigh a squeeze. "Ruby knows how I like to immerse myself in my profession. Take the hands-on approach, as it were."

My partner made no effort to remove my hand from her leg. "I realize I will have to do whatever it takes to pass myself off as a professional escort. I'm confident that Jett can teach me to give my all and make sure the customer is satisfied."

"Completely satisfied," I stated without expression.

"What about sex?"

The waitress paused as she delivered our drink order. "Excuse me?"

"I meant with her," Rose stammered. "I mean the two of them... together."

Our servant giggled. "Kinky!"

Louise looked at her. "She and I are not lovers."

The woman nodded sagely. "Would you like a little more time?"

All our eyebrows shot up at once. The waitress discovered her blunder and put her fingers to her lips to stifle a giggle. "I mean, to look over the menu some more."

I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Yes, please."

"I'll give you a few minutes." The lady moved to another table.

Rose expelled her breath in a snort and shook her head. "As I was saying, would you allow Jett the freedom to express herself to best fulfill the needs of the client, even if it calls for physical attention?"

I leaned to Ruby and whispered, "She means sex."

Baker casually shrugged her shoulder. "Hey if the client is cute enough, I have no problem with jumping right in there myself."

Rose nodded her head in acceptance and looked evenly at me. "All right, we'll try it for a little while, but she's your responsibility. I don't want to hear of her shooting any clients or breaking their arms or anything."

I smiled happily. "Thanks Rosie." I lifted from my seat and wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her cheek to my lips. "I owe you one."

The woman snorted. "Make that you owe me one more." She turned to her newest employee. "Don't let anything happen to my favorite girl," she warned sternly, "I don't know what I'd do."

I hid my face in my menu and mumbled, "Probably kick your ass."

The redhead raised her left palm and made a little X over her left breast with a finger of her right hand. "I swear I'll watch over her day and night."

Rose turned to me with a knowing expression. "Day and night?"

I cleared my throat and casually sipped my tea. "She's very dedicated."

"And very beautiful," the boss stated, knowing full well I couldn't resist a sexy body of either gender.

Ruby smiled warmly at the woman and placed her hand on my thigh beneath the table. "Very dedicated and very, very thorough."

We shared a brief but nice lunch with our new boss. Before heading back to the office Rose told us we could have the night off and start working as a team tomorrow evening. She knew I would be good mentor to the rookie escort but what skills Lou would learn from me in such a short period of time was anyone's guess.

"Very very thorough?" I giggled as we crossed the parking lot to Ruby's red convertible.

"As a cop, I have a habit of paying close attention to detail."

I stopped at her car and rested a hip against the passenger side door. "And what about when you're not being a cop?"

She smiled moving nearer, her chest barely brushing mine. "Like I said, I pay close attention to detail."

Rudy moved her mouth closer, her lips lightly touching mine.

I breathed into her mouth, "You like kissing girls, now, do you?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"We're in the parking lot you know. Aren't you worried someone will see us?"

My partner eased back and smiled. "Does it bother you?"

"No."

She glanced around and gestured her head to the car. "Get in."

I climbed in the passenger side as she went around the back and slid in behind the wheel. I closed my door and said, "Before we go home why don't we first --"

"Why don't we first this." Louise leaned over to me and planted a wet sloppy kiss onto my mouth.

When she finally let me up for air I blurted, "What was that for?"

"I wanted to make sure I still liked it."

"What?"

"Well, an hour ago you were just someone I had to protect but now we're going to be working together. We're partners."

"So?"

"Since we're going to be more to each other than a mere casual professional relationship I wanted to make sure we could be perfectly open and expressive with one another -- that we wouldn't be embarrassed by anything the other did on a date."

I frowned with perplexed expression. "I guess that kinda makes sense in some weird sort of way."

Ruby smiled and rested her hand on my knee. "We're going to be much closer and more personal than we have been," she explained. "I want to be sure that anything I do as an escort will stay with you -- that we can trust each other implicitly. Be more than partners, but good friends as well."

"I see." I inclined my face closer to hers. "And you think that giving me lots of physical attention, sexual stimulation, and tender affection is the way to making friends with me?"

"Well, I --"

I cupped her face in my hands, my mouth meeting hers in a long passionate kiss. "It most certainly is."

CHAPTER 6

"First thing we need to do --"

"First thing," Lou interrupted, "is I drop you off at my place while I pick up some more of your clothes."

"Why don't we just swing by on the way back?"

Louise shook her head. "Too dangerous. Someone may be watching your apartment waiting for you to return."

I snorted and crossed my arms under my bust. "And what if they are waiting, like you say? What's to keep them from following you back your place?"

"First of all, no one knows that you're staying with me, and secondly, I'm a cop. I can make sure I'm not followed." She looked at me to discover I wasn't placated in the least. "Relax," she said, resting her hand on my knee. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"How?"

"You could show me how to eat whipped cream?"

"Not good enough," I pouted.

"I could teach you some more self-defense moves."

"Big deal."

"How about naked?"

I laughed. "Getting warmer."

My new partner gave my thigh a squeeze and moved her palm an inch higher up my leg. "You'll have to teach me the ins and outs of being an escort," she grinned to the windshield. "Metaphorically speaking."

I placed my hand atop hers on my leg. "Like I said before -- you may not like the things I want to teach you."

"I'm a big girl." Ruby turned her face to me and smiled enigmatically. "You'll see."

She pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building and shifted the compact car into park. "You go on up," she said handing me her house key. "I'll be back in a short while."

I nodded with reluctance and handed the cop the keys to my place. "All right. Pick out some skirts and shorts for me this time."

"I will."

Louise leaned over to me and we exchanged a quick kiss on the lips. I grinned and gently patted the side of her face. "I believe you're beginning to like that."

"I believe I am."

I wandered around Louise's apartment while Detective Baker went to my place to fetch my clothes. The woman seemed to take forever. I changed out of my clothes into something more comfortable -- a nice black satin teddy. I lounged on the sofa and scanned the Weather Channel looking for my favorite white newscaster. He wasn't on -- just my luck. Oh well, I'd only get sexually aroused fantasizing about making it with him standing up with my hands braced on the National Map, my stud drilling into my Southern Gulf as my Black Mountains smacked and rubbed across the Midwest. I smoked a couple cigarettes on the balcony and thought about how easily horny and bored I can get.

Louise finally returned toting two paper sacks. I closed the door behind her and said, "Let's have a pizza -- my treat."

"Fine by me." She set my clothes aside and eyed the black lace teddy that barely covered my curvaceous form. "Delivered, no doubt."

"Oh no!" I scowled, wagging a finger angrily. "I feel like a caged animal in this place. If I don't get some fresh air soon, I'll go nuts."

"All right. We'll go get it, but bring it back here." She nodded to my chest. "But first put on something a little less revealing."

I sauntered close to her and batted my long lashes seductively. "Afraid I'll draw too much attention?"

"You could do that no matter how you were dressed." I grinned and gave the woman a quick peck on the cheek. Baker gave me a questioning look and asked, "What was that for?"

"For saving me last night -- and for being with me now."

Ruby smiled and jerked her head to the bags by the door. "Put some clothes on already."

I crossed to the sacks and squatted on my haunches to dig through the assortment. "Now we're talkin'!" I exclaimed, fingering through an assortment of tops, miniskirts and cutoff jeans. I picked out a cream vinyl mini skirt and candy red tube top. I straightening and quickly peeled off my nightie. I caught my roommate out of the corner of my eye watching me dress. "Don't peek," I giggled turning my back to her and stepping into the scant skirt.

"Too late for that."

I grinned back at her over my bare shoulder as I kicked the nightwear aside and pulled the snug tube top over my head. "Ahhh, much better," I sighed. I turned to her and adjusted the tight top over my massive mounds. "Let's go."

"Let's go?"

"Yes, as in go out," I smirked, crossing to my friend. "When I mean the other let's go I'll be taking my clothes off."

She laughed. "And mine, no doubt."

We crossed the parking lot to her convertible. I winced a little, my feet still sore from the previous night's mad dash. Of all the shoes we could have taken in our flight from my apartment they all had to be high stiletto heels. I should have told her to get some other shoes along with more clothes from my apartment but at least she remembered to bring my sandals. I shrugged to myself as I climbed into the passenger seat. They would have to do for the time being.

"Where to?" Ruby asked, pulling from the lot.

I sighed and relaxed in the seat and shaking my jet-black tresses loose. "Let's just cruise for a little bit." I raked my fingers through my dark tresses. The wind of the open convertible felt fabulous. "I just want to savor my freedom for a while."

"You make me sound like I'm the wicked witch."

"I know you're just trying to protect me." I lolled my head to my new friend. "It's just the rebel in me coming out when I don't get my way." I turned my eyes to the passing cars. "I hate feeling cooped up and powerless."

The woman turned her face to me with a grin. "It's only been one day."

"I know," I expelled, raking my fingers over my scalp as the wind tossed and swirled my dark hair about my head. "But who knows when or if you'll let me out again."

"I'll let you out," she pooh-poohed, hanging a left onto the main drag. "Just keep within arm's reach, that's all."

I turned my body more toward her and rested my elbow on the back of her seat. "You ever been married?"

"Nope. You?"

"Nah," I scowled. "I had a real pecker-head of a boyfriend once but that was before I met Tony."

The woman flashed me a sideways glance. "Tony?"

"My boss."

The woman nodded knowingly to the windshield. "Ah, so it's like that."

"No, it is not like that," I admonished, lightly slapping her shoulder. "Tony is very supportive and sweet to me."

"A good lover?"

A wry smile crept across my lips. "Certainly knows how to keep this woman satisfied."

"Satisfied?" she smirked. "Must be pretty good."

I chuckled. "He's not a successful professional escort for nothing."

"Damn girl!" the lady cop guffawed. "You got it all... great looks, a dream job, a handsome stud boss --"

"Tony is still on my wish list," I admitted, resting my head back on the seat. "He's terrific in bed and I know he really cares for me but he's just unwilling to take that next step."

The woman nodded with understanding. "Commitment."

"Exactly." I spotted a good takeout pizza place up ahead on the left conveniently located next to a video rental shop. I pointed and said, "Pull in over there."

Ruby parked in front of the pizza parlor and we entered together, ordering a large thin crust with extra cheese, sausage, mushrooms and onions.

"It'll be about twenty minutes," the guy behind the counter announced.

I nodded. "That's fine." I took my friend's elbow and ushered her outside. "Let's go next door."

We stepped down the short sidewalk and entered the video store. "What kind of movie do you want to see?" she asked, wandering down the Drama aisle.

"Anything but a murder mystery. I've had enough cloak and dagger for one week."

"How about Silence of the Lambs or The Sixth Sense?"

"Hmmm," I mused thoughtfully. "Let's see... a film about a psycho killer or one that'll scare me shitless. I think I'll pass."

"We could always watch Kevin Costner and Whitney Huston in The Bodyguard."

"Very funny." I wandered through the racks of videos looking for some titles I'd recognize. "A nice love story would be good, as long as it isn't Sound of Music."

"It's a deal."

I stopped my friend with a hand on her arm. "Tell you what -- you pick out a movie you like and I'll get one I like."

The woman grimaced. "I shudder to think what you might call entertainment, but all right."

I vanished for a couple minutes into an alcove in the back and returned with a DVD in a black plastic box. I noticed Louise had a video of her own. I grinned and asked, "So what did you find?"

"Sleepless in Seattle."

"Oooh, that's a good one!"

She led the way to the checkout counter. "How about you?"

I grinned enigmatically. "You'll see."

The lady cop took my wrist and examined the black case in my hand. "There's no label."

"It's from the adult section."

"I might have known."

"It's a very tasteful film," I assured her. "Good quality... not your typical skin flick."

"I'm sure the chesty blonde cheerleaders are all rocket scientists."

"Open your mind to new possibilities, girl," I chided, fishing a twenty out of my purse. "Expand your horizons."

"I'll bet the only thing expanding for you with this video will be your legs and your wet little puss --" My elbow jab in her ribs interrupted the lady cop as the clerk paused his scanning of our choices to listen to our conversation. "We're doing research," Ruby explained dryly.

I snatched up our rentals and ushered her out the door. "Research?" I guffawed as we hit the sidewalk.

"You never know!" She laughed and glanced back at the befuddled young man. "We both may learn a few things before the night's over."

"You wish!" I suddenly stopped and pulled her elbow. "One last thing," I grinned pointing to the liquor store across the street.

"You're really going all out," Lou laughed, following my lead.

"It's not very often I stay home. I'd like to make the most of it." We entered the bottle shop and I crossed to the wine aisle. I picked up a bottle and showed my companion the label. "Zinfandel?"

My partner shrugged with indifference. "I don't drink wine all that much. I try not to drink alone because if I drink too much, I end up getting really horny and frustrated as hell." She stopped at seeing the lustful gleam in my eye. "Uh... I suppose Zinfandel will be okay."

"Good." I turned for the counter then stopped, retracing my steps to fetch two more bottles from the shelf. "Who knows how long I'll have to endure captivity."

Baker laughed. "I have a sneaking suspicion I'll end up being the captive one."

We put the booze, videos and pizza in the trunk and headed back for the apartment. I grinned at her and asked, "So what's this about wine making you horny?"

"All booze does that to me. That's why I don't drink after work. That whole bar scene with stupid pickup lines and assholes hitting on you is bullshit. And if I drink at home, I get frustrated and irritated." She glanced at me. "What?"

"I'm having a hard time picturing you as drunk and horny."

Ruby shrugged and stared out the windshield. "Last time I had a few drinks, I practically raped my date." She turned her head to catch my lustful leer again. "Don't even think about it!"

"I'm supposed to train you remember?" I grinned, caressing her leg with my fingers. "Part of being a good escort is learning how to hold your liquor."

"And if I get -- unmanageable?"

"I'll take my chances."

"I may be a handful," she smirked resting her hand on mine.

I murmured under my breath, "I hope three bottles will be enough."

"Put the pizza in the oven for a few minutes to reheat," I ordered, carrying the wine bottles and videos to the kitchen. "I'll pour us some wine... that is, if you're not on duty anymore."

"My duty lies with you," she smiled, setting the cardboard box on the counter.

"Spoken like a true cop."

The woman laughed. "What do you want me to say, 'Let's get drunk and screw?'"

"It's what I'd say."

"No doubt. Let's just try to eat a regular meal like regular people."

"All right," I chuckled scanning the cupboards for appropriate glassware. "We'll eat and drink and then we'll screw."

"There are some nice stem glasses in that cabinet on the right." She snapped on the oven and dug a shallow tin from a low cupboard. It was round with several holes in the base for reheating pizza.

I located a corkscrew in the drawer. "I assume you've been through this routine before."

"Living alone, one tends to get used to reheating leftovers."

I uncorked the bottle and filled two glasses as Louise placed the tray in the oven. "A toast," I smiled, offering my guardian a glass. "To friends in need."

She nodded. "To friends in need." We clinked our glasses and took a sip. "Mmmm," she purred. "That hits the spot."

"Go change into something more comfortable," I called over my shoulder as I carried my glass and the videos to the DVD player. "We can lounge on the couch and watch the movie."

"But I am comfortable."

I stopped and turned to face her with a hand on my hip. I scowled sternly. "Girlfriend, you are the most uptight chick I ever met. Don't you have any pajamas or nighties or anything?"

The cop reddened slightly. "Well... yeah."

I set the videos aside and crossed back to her. "Let's go look." I took the glass from her hand and steered her toward the bedroom.

The cop crossed the room to the low dresser. "Promise you won't laugh." Lou squatted and rummaged way in the back of the bottom drawer. She stood and turned to me holding a white lace baby doll camisole to her chest.

"That's so cute!"

"I got this a while ago," Ruby admitted timidly, her face blushing. "But I hardly ever wear it."

I moved to her and patted her arm. "Put it on," I smiled. "We'll pretend we're having a pajama party." She looked at me meekly and I could tell she was not only embarrassed about her choice of wardrobe but also putting it on in front of me. I turned and moved to the door. "I'll go change in the bathroom."

I returned to the kitchen and drained half of my wine in one swallow, setting the glass aside and crossing to my clothes in the paper sacks by the door. I squatted on my haunches and rifled through my belongings coming up with a sheer lavender lace teddy. I stood and turned to find my hostess standing in the hallway wearing the white camisole with matching lace bikini briefs, her hands clutched timidly over her crotch.

"Ooh ooh baby!" I grinned and crossed to her. "You look simply adorable."

The lady cop offered a wan smile. "I feel silly."

"Oh, honey no," I soothed placing my hands on her wrists. "Let me look at you." I unclasped her hands and extended her arms from her sides, my head nodding with approval at her choice in wardrobe. "You look terrific," I assured, adding a seductive wink. "Very sexy."

The woman brightened. "You think so?"

"Absolutely, and I happen to be a local authority on what is very sexy."

"Thanks."

She followed me into the kitchen feeling a little bolder and a tad more comfortable. "Take out the pizza and I'll be back in a minute." I topped off our glasses and took mine into the bathroom to change. I returned a moment later dressed in the loose lace teddy. "Much better," I sighed with contentment.

My roomie smiled and nodded appreciatively at my choice of casual attire. "I would say."

I cooed and stepped nearer, placing my hands on her waist. "But will you say that later?"

Baker scowled. "I thought you were famished?"

"You're right," I nodded, releasing her and reaching for my wine. "Eat first -- seduce later."

We divvied up some of the reheated pizza and carried our drinks and dinner over to the couch. My partner and I got cozy on the sofa together and I pointed the remote to start the first film.

Halfway through Sleepless in Seattle, we paused the movie to take a bathroom break. Ruby went first while I boxed up the remains of the pizza and then I took my turn. When I returned, I found her arranging two pillows and a blanket on the couch. "May as well make ourselves comfy."

"Now you're talkin'!" I grinned. I headed into the kitchen to refill our glasses. "More wine?"

"Any more and I'll be the one seducing you."

"I'll take that as a yes." I topped off our drinks with the last of the first bottle and snapped off the light. I carried the stem glasses over to my companion and handed her one. We settled in under the blanket together and got comfortable for the rest of the movie.

Louise sighed dolefully as Meg Ryan glanced out the restaurant window to see a big red heart outlined on the side of the nearby skyscraper. "I just want to be loved," she mused quietly.

"Yeah," I whispered. I stretched my arm over her shoulder and pulled her head down into the crook of my arm. Ruby swung her feet up under her and nuzzled her face against the side of my bosom. I slipped my hand under the blanket and draped my arm over her abdomen and under her breasts.

It was strange that the lady cop could be so tender and gentle after giving me such a chilly reception only two days ago. Perhaps she had difficulty making and keeping friends, using her hard attitude as a defense mechanism to avoid getting hurt. I gave her body a gentle squeeze and pulled her tighter to my side.

"It's funny," she murmured as if reading my mind. "I've never been this intimate with anyone before and certainly not with another woman. And yet, it doesn't feel the least bit strange or wrong."

"It's okay," I whispered, the fingers of my free hand gently stroking her crimson hair away from her forehead. "It's what friends do."

She tilted her head up slightly and raised her eyes to mine. "Do you really consider me your friend?"

"Yes darling," I soothed, gently caressing her face. "I would say we were friends."

The woman smiled and snuggled back onto my chest, snaking a hand behind my back to hug my waist. "I'm glad."

The film ended and I reached for the remote control, pressing stop. "I like romantic movies," Lou sighed dreamily. "Makes me think that there are at least a few happy people somewhere in the world."

"In case you haven't noticed, darling, most romances start out in the pits. If everything was wonderful and rosy from the beginning, there'd be no point to the story. It's in finding someone who lifts you up out of the abyss and gets you on your feet, one who makes you feel loved and makes it all worthwhile."

"You make it sound like you've been there."

I shrugged and flicked through the channels as the disc ejected. "I suppose I have been, in a manner of speaking. My ex-boyfriend Maurice used to beat me up and rape me a lot. My life was an absolute nightmare. One night Tony came to the strip bar where I was working and rescued me just like Cinderella. Gave me nice clothes, jewelry, friendship... but much more than that. He taught me how to regain my self-respect and confidence and made me believe that I was worth something again."

"Sounds like you love the guy."

"I do," I sighed ruefully, stopping on the Weather Channel. "But the big dummy is too bullheaded to make me an honest woman and propose."

"Then you be the one to do it."

"I tried," I chuckled. "No dice." The tire commercial ended and my favorite meteorologist appeared on the screen offering the extended forecast for the area. "Now there's my dream stud!" I leered breathlessly. "Mmm mmm mmm! That dude can apply some high pressure with his warm front down my southern regions any day of the friggin' week."

The woman shifted up onto one elbow and narrowed her eyes at the screen. "You have got to be kidding."

"Shit no, honey-girl," I breathed lustfully. I slipped my hand under the blanket to rub my crotch. "I get all wet just thinking about his jet streams heading toward my warm gulf."

My hostess glanced up at me and shook her head is dismay. "You seriously need help."

I climbed off the couch and scurried to the television. "Yeah baby," I leered, removing the disc and drooling at my man. "Just look at those sexy tight lips."

"I can't believe I'm a witness to this."

I pulled aside the crotch of my teddy and pawed my pussy at the screen. "Come on honey!" I goaded, taunting the man with my dark muff. "Lick it! Lick that hot black pussy!"

My friend clamped her hand over her eyes and leaned her head back against the couch. "The poor girl's gone crazy."

"What?" I grinned over my shoulder as I tickled my cunt lips at my blissfully complacent dream lover. "Don't you ever fantasize about getting it on with some secret sexy man?" I twitched my eyebrows at her. "Or woman?"

"Not like that."

I Expelled my breath in a huff and inserted the next movie into the player. "Looks like I got my work cut out for me this time."

"What do you mean?"

"Ruby honey, you are way to uptight for your own good," I chastised, crossing back to the couch and dropping to sit at one end. "We gotta get you to loosen up." I pressed my back into the corner of the couch facing her. I swung my leg up and patting the cushion at my crotch. "Come here."

The woman frowned, cautious to comply. "What?"

"Sit with me." My partner turned her back to me and sat between my legs, my arms encircling her waist and leaning her back onto my chest. "Now isn't this cozy?" I murmured; my lips close to her ear. I aimed and pressed the button on the remote, starting the film. Miami Spice. An older porn flick but one of Ginger Lynn's best. "You see Louise, my dear," I remarked prophetically, "a porno movie isn't any different than any other form of art. Its intention is to illicit an emotional response." I shifted my body slightly behind her and cuddled her closer into my bosom. "Paintings, poetry, music," I continued. "All try to evoke some type of feelings -- anger, sorrow, desire, love. These movies do the same thing. Their goal is sensuality." The woman rested her arms on top of mine and held them close to her waist. "If they get you horny and aroused," I whispered, my breath warm in her ear, "then they've achieved their objective."

We watched in silence the opening scene of Miami Spice on the television screen. Ginger Lynn was good -- setting the pace of the flick with plenty of hot steamy sex from the very first frame.

"My God," Louise breathed in quiet awe.

"You said you have fantasies," I whispered, reaching down and pulling the blanket up over our legs. "What kind?"

"Well... you know," she hedged, crossing her arms under her bosom. "The usual kind."

I gently caressed her upper arm with my fingers. "With a man in bed?"

"Well... yeah."

I moved my lips close to her ear and tenderly kissed her lobe. "You ever fantasize about doing it with a black guy?" I slid a hand up over the sheer camisole covering her bust, tucking a hand under the string over her shoulder and caressing the flesh below her neck. "Your sweet tight lips wrapped around that long dark meat, licking it all shiny and black."

"Well... "

I expelled my hot breath into her ear and moved my fingers lower to touch her nipple. "You like that, baby?"

The woman closed her eyes and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. "Uhhh," she moaned softly.

"Does it get you horny?"

"Yes."

"Touch yourself," I whispered.

I felt her arm move under the blanket as she snaked her hand into her panties, her fingers moving lower between her legs. Lou shifted her hips slightly and parted her knees a little wider as her fingers probed for the sensitive nub of her clitoris.

"That's right," I murmured, caressing her bare abdomen under the short camisole with my other hand. "Feel his big thick black cock pumping in and out of your tight little red muff, his thick shaft ramming deeper and harder into your hot wet snatch."

The woman started to pant heavier, her free hand roaming over my bare leg at her side. "Yesss," she moaned softly, her eyes riveted to the erotic scene unfolding on the television screen.

"Or what about girls?" I rasped, my lips close to her ear, my hot breath on her neck. "Only a woman knows where the sensitive spots are... how to truly get you off." My tongue flicked out to tickle her earlobe as my hand slid higher under her top to cup her full breast, my fingers gently pinching her nipple.

"Oh yes Jett," she whimpered, her hand digging deeper into her panties.

"Finger yourself," I breathed.

I removed my hand from her top and slipped it underneath to join the other, both palms gently cupping and squeezing her full soft titties. "Mmmm," she purred with contentment. "I like that."

"Is your pussy wet?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"My pussy is wet."

I tweaked a nipple between my thumb and forefinger and a soft moan escaped her full lips. "How hot are you?" I whispered.

"Really hot."

I felt her arm moving faster and harder under the blanket. "Tell me."

"I am so fucking hot," she whimpered, her soft sensuous frame writhing in my arms. "I think I'm gonna... uh... uh... "

Her body shuddered in my arms and then relaxed and I knew she was done. "You cum?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

I kissed the side of her head and the woman settled into my arms.

The movie was nearing the climax and I knew they saved the best sex scenes for last. I gradually moved my hands lower down her silky-smooth body, my fingers caressing along her bare abdomen. Louise placed her hand atop mine and gently eased my fingers to move lower still. Neither of us took our eyes from the torrid sex taking place on the screen as my fingers moved over the fabric below the waistband of her panties. The woman quivered slightly and sank deeper into my lap as I lightly touched her pubic mound. I gently suckled her neck below her ear and rubbed her damp briefs as Ruby caressed her hand along my bare thigh. It was surprisingly intimate and tender. I moved my fingers between her legs and gently massaged her vaginal folds through her panties as my lips tenderly nibbled her jaw and neck. "You like that, baby?"

"Mmm hmm."

"You don't mind that I touch you down there?"

"Not at all."

"You're not afraid I'll turn you into a lesbian?"

"In my opinion, simply touching another woman's body does not a lesbian make, even down there."

I kissed her softly on the cheek and murmured, "Kind of like masturbating with somebody else's hand."

Lou nodded. "What do you think about when you have an orgasm?" she mused absently, her hand caressing my thigh under the covers.

"I just think about cumming and cumming in wild gushes --"

"Besides the sensations of your body," she sighed as the well-hung stud on the screen pumped his horny blonde bitch doggie-style. "What goes through your mind?"

"I don't know. Why?"

Lou expelled her breath in a quiet sigh. "I guess I try to analyze it too much. I want to know exactly what the feeling is so I can duplicate it every single time."

"My mind is too preoccupied with cumming and writhing and shuddering to do any analyzing. Hell, when my body takes over, I'd be lucky if my mind is functioning at all. Most of the time all I can manage to say is Oh God, Oh baby, Fuck me, Oh baby, yeah." I trembled and shook my body for extra emphasis.

Ruby giggled and slapped my leg. "You're silly!"

"I guess I'm too engrossed in the moment to try to understand it."

"Wouldn't you sometime just want to just die right at that very instant so that it's the last experience you ever have?"

I scowled down at her. "That's weird."

The redhead shrugged. "I don't know... having sex -- I mean really great sex -- is just about the best sensation there is. And then after it's over we have to drop back down into the same old same old."

"That's what makes it great," I explained as the hunk actor shot his load across his partner's tight ass. "Hell, if everyone screwed all day everyday, it wouldn't be any fun anymore."

Louise sighed dreamily. "Still... sometimes I wish someone would just blow my brains out at the peak of a great orgasm so I would never come down."

"That's fucking nuts, girl."

Ginger Lynn and another blonde beauty were exchanging a passionate French kiss. "Are you comfortable?" Ruby murmured quietly.

"With what?"

"Me lying on top of you."

I shifted onto my side allowing Louise to lie beside me on her back. "Better?"

"Mmm hmm."

We snuggled under the blanket, my friend on her back with my body close to her side. I rested my head on her pillow, my arm draped across her tummy. We lay in silence for a long while, listening to each other's breathing as the final credits rolled on the screen. Louise finally asked, "What's it like?"

"What?"

"Making love with a woman."

"Same as a man," I whispered. "Only softer... gentler."

"Show me."

I caressed my hand lightly across her belly. "Like this."

"That's nice."

I moved my hand in gradually increasing circles, brushing her full breasts and gliding teasingly over her panties covering her pubic area. The woman lay unmoving, her arms by her sides. "And like this," I murmured, my fingers drawing around her tit and moving in little circles around the nipple.

Lou giggled. "That tickles."

I cupped her boob in my palm, gently rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The woman let out her breath in a low moan as I nibbled and kissed her neck and shoulder. "Nice?"

"Nice," she rasped, her body beginning to come alive under my touch.

Louise took the remote from the table and powered off the TV. The room was suddenly plunged into darkness but for the dim illumination filtering through the parted window curtains. She climbed off my lap and stood, offering me her hand. "Show me."

I accepted her hand and stood. The woman silently led the way down the darkened hallway. She left me in the doorway to her bedroom, crossing to the window and pulling open the drapes. There was enough light filtering up from the streetlamps in the parking lot below to see by. Lou crossed back to me and took my wrists in her hands, stepping backward and drawing me toward the bed. "Show me," she whispered.

We stopped at the side of the bed. I cupped her face in my palms, my mouth moving closer to softly meet her lips. We kissed long and tenderly, exploring the sensations of pleasing one another -- woman to woman. I took her hands in mine and moved them onto my breasts. She gently caressed my full mounds through the sheer light teddy and I moved my hands onto the camisole at her chest. Louise exhaled into my mouth as I touched my fingers to her nipples, the woman's groping of my tits growing bolder and harder.

She slid her hands up to my shoulders, her fingers easing the straps of the nightie over and down my bare arms. I kissed her hungrily, my hands dropping from her bust to my sides as she peeled the teddy down to expose my chest. I slipped my arms out of the straps, my hands returning to caress along her neck and behind her head as she groped and fondled my bare hanging tits.

Ruby's hands caressed along my sides to push the sheer sleepwear over my hips, the garment falling silently to my feet. Her hands roamed over my sensitive naked flesh, her fingers exploring every supple mound and valley of my dark skin. I leaned back and stared into her eyes as I peeled her camisole up and over her head. Her face held no expression as I flung the garment aside and returned my hands to her smooth soft breasts. The woman crushed her mouth to mine and expelled her hot breath down my throat. I was surprised at how much passion was in the gorgeous redhead and how much I wanted to make love to her.

I moved my mouth from hers, kissing and nibbling along her jaw and down her neck. Lou's hands returned to my tits, her fingers rubbing and tweaking my hard dark nipples. I kissed and licked down the front of her body, my hands groping her full breasts and over her sides down to her tight ass. I gently gnawed my teeth on her erect nipple, my fingers dipping under the waistband of her bikini briefs. I slid one hand over her hip around to the front, under the crotch of her panties and over her furry pubic mound.

The woman panted and caressed her hands over my shoulders and back, her hips undulating her groin onto my hand. I slowly lowered to my knees, kissing and sucking down over her bare tummy, my tongue swirling tiny circles around her belly button. The girl squirmed and dug her fingers through my hair, her breathing becoming erratic panting staccato gasps. I slid my hand around the backs of her legs and groped her butt cheeks, my mouth inching lower to gently bite her pussy lips through the scant briefs.

"Oh God," she moaned, her fingers gripping my jet-black hair. "You are so damn erotic." I pinched the elastic waistband in my fingers and eased it ever so slowly over her ass, my teeth drawing the front material down between her legs. "Oh yes," she whimpered, hastily stepping out of the panties. I returned my face to her vagina, my hands groping and spreading her ass cheeks as my tongue flicked around and into the folds of her pussy lips. "Oh God yes," she rasped, her hands tight on the sides of my head pulling my face into her crotch. "Jett baby you got me so fucking hot."

"Talk dirty to me," I breathed into her snatch.

"Eat my wet pussy Jett," she exhaled, her groin rubbing back and forth over my mouth. "Stick your tongue into that hot wet cunt." I slid my hands up her sides and gripped her waist, easing her to sit on the edge of the bed. Louise lay on her back and lifted her legs, hooking her knees over my shoulders. I licked and slurped her sweet snatch, my fingernails gently raking over her bare abdomen and curly pubic hair. "Oooh baby," she moaned with lust. "You are so good."

I moved one hand under my chin and inserted a finger into her seeping love tunnel. The lady whimpered and writhed, her fists clenching the bed sheets as I pumped a digit into her ruby-haired twat and tongued her clit. "God yes!" she mewed, her head lolling from side to side. "You're gonna make me do it."

I grinned up at her from between her legs, my finger reaming faster and faster into her dripping orifice. "Do what?"

"Make me cum," she rasped, her hands gripping and squeezing her full melons in her palms.

I leered up at her, one hand spreading her cunt lips wider as my other drilled away at her seeping slit. "Tell me."

"Oh God, Jett," she squealed, her body trembling as she neared a climax. "Lick and fuck that goddamn cunt and make me cum!"

I dropped my mouth onto her twat, my tongue probing and flicking over the sensitive nub of her clit. Ruby thrashed and flailed on the bed, her hands clenching and pulling at the sheets. She bucked and writhed on my face like a horny rodeo rider, screeching and grunting like a woman possessed. You'd think the lady cop never had a mind-blowing, muscle wrenching orgasm before.

At last, the woman arched her back and jutted her tits to the ceiling, her body trembling as a torrent of pussy juice burst from her sated snatch. "Nyyunggh!" she expelled, her legs pressing hard against my back pulling my face deeper into her gushing gap.

"Give it to me baby!" I demanded, my finger ramming hard and deep into her oozing orifice, my tongue lapping her sweet nectar. "Cum in my mouth!"

"Nyyunggh!" she repeated bucking wildly and finally collapsing spent on the bed, a rivulet of clear fluid dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass. I eased her legs off my shoulders as rose to my feet. "Fucking A," she exhaled weakly, her body limp and spent atop the mattress.

Her eyes followed me as I moved around the end of the bed to the other side. I crawled on my knees onto the mattress, positioning myself over her head. The cop peered up at me, my fingers spreading the lips of my dark pussy over her face. "Your turn."

Ruby raised her arms over her head and grasped the backs of my legs, her neck straining to raise her lips to my vagina. I lowered myself to meet her, hovering a few inches above her mouth for her to eat my snatch. At first she seemed tentative and timid, her tongue flicking over and into the tender folds of my twat. Soon she grew bolder, her hands caressing up my sides and over my ass as she licked and slurped with increasing vigor.

I peeled her camisole up her body, my hands groping and kneading her beautiful full breasts. Lou moaned and grunted into my cunt, her body writhing under my gentle caress. I leaned forward onto my hands, lowering onto my elbows and dropping my face between her legs. I licked and sucked her sweet red pussy, drops of glistening saliva and cunny juice moist on my tongue and lips from the short curly hairs surrounding her beautiful vagina. She was hot, salty and delicious, and I became so engrossed in eating her out once more that I scarcely noticed my own loins nearing a climax.

All at once I found myself on the very brink of orgasm, my pussy tingling and twitching and ready to explode. "Oh shit!" I gasped breathlessly, arching my spine and crushing my cunt tighter against her face. Louise slid her hands up my sides and cupped my hanging boobs in her palms. I plunged my mouth back onto her pussy, determined to make the woman cum for me once more. We both whimpered and moaned with lust, bucking and writhing in a strange erotic ritual of release.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I slid my hands under her ass and clenched her cheeks, expelling my lungs in a long squeal of carnal ecstasy into her womb. Louise shuddered and wrenched her limbs, her cunt exploding at the very same moment. Our bodies bucked and squirmed against one another; our screams of delight muffled between the other's legs. It was so exquisite, delightful and erotic -- nothing like fucking with a man. I fell onto my side and gasped for breath, a flow of sticky semen dribbling down my leg. "Holy fuck," I gulped, caressing a hand over her bare tummy. "You're a quick learner."

"You're a good teacher," she panted.

I raised up onto all fours and crawled around the mattress, dropping weakly by her side. "That's what it's like," I exhaled breathlessly, draping my arm over her chest. "Only softer and gentler."

Ruby leaned her face closer to mine and kissed me gently on the lips. "Let's get under the covers," she whispered. "And you can teach me some more."

CHAPTER 7

The next morning, Ruby and I went into Tony's office. "Rose tells me you'll be joining us for a while -- keeping an eye on Jett," he said. "Welcome to the family, Louise."

"The name's Ruby," I corrected, lacing my arm through my friend's elbow and around her back.

Tony cocked his head to the side. "Fitting."

"We think so," I grinned, giving my new partner a squeeze.

"Your first assignment together should be an easy one," Tony explained. "Escorting an aging comic to a dinner party." He looked at the name on the card. "Jackie Koogan."

"Kookie?" I squealed, jumping a few inches. "I don't believe it!"

Ruby furrowed her brow with a puzzled expression. "Kookie?"

"Kookie Koogan," I stated with emphasis. "Don't you ever go to the movies?"

"I guess not."

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and crossed to the cushioned wooden chair by the desk. "He's just about the hottest actor around. Granted, he was a nobody a couple of months ago, but with the release of Kneeslapper, he's become a celebrity overnight."

"Now I've heard of him," Tony nodded, settling back into his reclining desk chair. "He was a radio comic in the forties. I think he even had a TV show some years after that. Yeah, I remember him."

"In the forties?" Ruby scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just how old is this client?"

I sat sideways in the chair with my legs dangling over the arm. "I'd put him in the mid 80's."

"Swell."

"This is a high-class affair," Tony said, twirling a pen in his fingers. "Limousines, formal gowns, flashy jewelry -- the works."

Ruby rested her hip against the edge of the desk. "And what exactly do we do?"

"The man's a celebrity," Tony explained. "Having two gorgeous women fawning over him -- Hollywood eats that shit up."

"Fawning's easy," I dismissed, bobbing my sandal loosely from my big toe. "You hang on the guy's arm, laugh at his jokes, keep his glass full and look beautiful. Piece of cake." My friend gave me a despairing glance letting me know that formal attire and feigned fawning were not her typical modus operandi. I immediately planned to give her a little more training before we went out -- this time our studies focusing more on her social skills rather than the sexual.

Though it wouldn't be as much fun.

"A genuine Hollywood-style party might be a little different than what you're used to," I smiled, pressing the down button for the elevator.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean as a cop you probably don't get much chance to rub elbows with movie stars and millionaires." The door opened and we stepped inside. "Time to break out your finest gowns and glitzy jewels."

She lowered her gaze to the floor as we descended in the elevator. "I don't have any fancy gowns," she pouted. "I don't even think I own a decent dress."

"No problem," I shrugged nonchalantly, draping my arm over her shoulder. "We'll just stop and visit my friend Ellen and get you one."

"Ellen?"

"Vondaberger," I sighed casually, raising my eyes to the dropping floor numbers.

"Vondaberger!" Ruby gasped, turning to me in shock. "I could never afford that!"

"Neither can I," I smiled, giving her upper arm a squeeze. "We simply borrow them."

"What?"

"She and Tony worked out a deal," I explained, the door opening at our floor. "We wear her designer dresses for the evening and Vondaberger's gets extra public exposure. El thinks it's a pretty handy arrangement."

"You make it sound like you know her quite well."

I gave a nominal shrug and waved down a taxi. "I'm not one to tell secrets but she's quite a wild one when she lets her hair down." I turned and grinned at my new friend. "I could picture you in a dark blue strapless -- maybe even a sparkly gold satin."

"You really think?" she breathed reverently, her eyes twinkling.

"Baby, you got a body a lot of chicks would die for and most guys lust over." I fanned her red hair over the front of one shoulder. "You must know by now that you're extremely beautiful."

The cab pulled over to the curb and my resident guardian opened the door for me. "I never thought of myself as beautiful."

"Well, you are," I smiled, patting my palm against her cheek and nodding for her to climb in. "Top it off with a nice pair of diamond earrings -- "

"Diamonds!" she gasped, turning to me as I sat next to her. "You're teasing me."

"No darling, that was last night in bed." Our Pakistani cab driver turned down the volume on the stereo, the man obviously more interested in our conversation than his blasting Farsi music. "Vondabergers," I instructed, the hack dropping the flag and pulling away from the sidewalk.

Ruby brought her hand up to her chest and stared out the windshield. "You've got my heart pounding."

I smiled at my new friend and rested my hand on her leg. "You got my heart pounding too," I whispered.

Louise turned to me, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I know we had some misconceptions about each other at the start," she admitted, placing her hand on my thigh. "But I'm glad we became friends."

"And partners," I added, raising my other hand to caress her face. "Real partners."

"I think I'm going to like that," she smiled, moving her mouth closer to mine to give me a tender kiss on the lips.

My other hand dropped to her chest, my fingers brushing across her hard nipple. Louise sighed dreamily and closed her eyes, tilting her head to one side for my mouth to kiss and suckle her bare neck. "I know you're seducing me," she breathed, "but I don't care."

She moved her hand further under the hem of my skirt. I kissed and nibbled along her neck and jaw, my hands gently groping her chest. "Sleep with me for real tonight," I murmured. "And I'll show you how women make love."

"Why not right now?" she breathed, her eyes flicking to the oblivious driver.

"Mighty bold -- especially for you."

"I can't help it -- you make me feel nasty."

"Later lover," I smiled demurely, drawing off and gliding my fingers over her chest and across her tummy.

"You're such a tease," she pouted playfully, squeezing my thigh, her fingertips grazing the folds of my vagina.

"Sometimes," I grinned, clamping my knees together and locking her hand between my legs.

"Jett!" A slender dishwater blonde crossed the showroom floor to give me a warm hug. "So wonderful to see you!"

"Hi, Sandy," I smiled, pressing my cheek to her face. "You look terrific as always."

"I've been running with April," she beamed, pressing her hands to her slender waist. "I lost six pounds already."

"You don't look like you could spare that many."

"Flatterer."

Sandy was the lesbian lover of another Tony Rose escort named April who was slim, athletic, and often difficult to keep up with -- physically and sexually. A tall regal shorthaired blonde, April usually took on the clients who demanded plenty of excitement and she usually wore them out before the job was over. I didn't envy Sandy. The poor girl probably had to endure rigorous all-night dyke-o-ramas with the limber lusty lesbian. I tried it myself once and ached for days.

"Sandy, this is my new partner, Ruby," I smiled, ushering my friend forward. "We need to get some dresses for her."

"A redhead," the butch salesgirl grinned lustfully.

"Natural," the cop remarked evenly.

"All over," I murmured to the side, my eyes casually examining an elegant gown at my right.

The salesgirl stifled a guffaw and hooked her arm around my friend's waist. "How do you look in cobalt blue?"

"I'm not sure," the cop frowned. "I don't get dressed up very often."

"What do you think about something like this?" She led my guardian over to a mannequin displaying a crepe floor-length cherry red gown, sleeveless and backless with the material from the bodice flowing and tapering along the sides, scooping way way down to the small of the back. Thin spaghetti straps looped from the bust over the shoulders, crisscrossing over the shoulder blades and tying at the waist.

"That's not me," Ruby shuddered.

"Why not?" I asked, moving to her side. "You certainly have the figure for it."

"But --"

"But nothing," I goaded. "At least go try it on."

"Well --"

"Good," I nodded decisively. "Sandy, you get the gown and we'll go in back to take measurements."

"You got it," the lesbian grinned.

I took my friend by the elbow and ushered her toward the back. "I feel sorta silly," Lou winced.

"Silly, as in getting dressed up and looking like a real woman?"

"Well," the cop mused, a tiny glint of excitement flashing in her eyes. "I guess there's no harm in trying it on."

"That's my girl," I nodded, pulling the curtain of the dressing room behind us. "Now strip."

Ruby narrowed her eyes and slowly began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. "I love it when you're forceful."

"I'll remember that later," I smirked. "In bed."

Ruby stood in her underwear before the full-length mirror as I took her measurements with a long cloth tape. "I have to admit I'm a little nervous about tonight," she said. "You'll have to show me the ropes of being a professional escort."

"First thing is -- " I stated, unfastening the back of her cotton brassiere and yanking it away. "This has got to go."

"Hey!" The woman crossed her arms over her bosom and hugged her body.

I tossed the unnecessary garment aside. "It isn't bulletproof enough to stop a.38 slug and your boobs are high and firm enough that you don't need it for support."

"I feel naked without it," she groused.

I leaned my lips close to her ear. "Baby you are naked." I pulled her arms away and measured her bust line with the tape then slipped away from the curtained room. "Undergarments make unsightly lines and creases in sexy dresses. Panties too."

"Panties too?" she screeched.

"Especially panties," I commanded, returning to her side with a silk scarf, lightly dragging the sheer material across her bare chest. "How does this feel?" I smiled.

Rudy shivered slightly. "That tickles."

I held two ends in my fingers and draped the thin fabric over her chest. "How about now?"

"Ooh yeah," she cooed, writhing under the cloth. "Soft and smooth."

I tightened the sheer scarf across her tits and nodded to her reflection in the long glass. "Guys love to see hard stiff nipples poking out from under tight dresses. Looks sexy as hell. Also makes you feel looser, freer -- maybe even a little nasty." I lowered the thin material to expose more cleavage until only the tips of her nipples remained below the edge of the scarf. "A sexy gorgeous honey like you in a designer gown -- makes a client feel like he's walking on air."

Ruby raised her arms and shimmied her chest under the silk cover. "Yeee, baby! I guess I do sorta feel sexy!"

"That's the spirit."

Sandy brought in the elegant red gown and we left our companion alone to dress. "Beautiful girl," the dyke smiled. "Friend of yours?"

"She may be my partner for a while."

"Partner at work -- or in bed?"

"A little of both, I hope."

"She likes girls?"

"I don't know," I pondered. "I don't think she's all that certain herself."

"How willing is she to experiment?"

"Oh, I think she might want to try it out once or twice alone before she gets too daring."

Sandy leered. "With you being her teacher, of course."

"It is a rough assignment," I sighed, fanning my hair over one shoulder.

"Perhaps an old pro like me can observe and give pointers?"

I thought a moment, draping my arm around her shoulder. "Perhaps watching two experienced women in action may get her to loosen up and experiment a little more."

A lecherous leer appeared on the lesbian's face. "Do you have any particular women in mind for this demonstration?"

"Oh, I was thinking perhaps you and April -- "

"I thought so."

" -- Might invite us over tomorrow for a pool party."

"Swimming suits optional."

"Inevitably."

"And you and big red can watch from afar."

"Hopefully not too afar."

"I think it can be arranged," the girl leered patting my rump. "Call me in the morning."

Ruby emerged into the main room wearing the stunning red dress, the stacked and comely lady cop looking like a million bucks. "Damn girl!" I gaped in awe. "You look incredible!"

"You really think so?" she blushed, smoothing the sheer crepe fabric over her large bust.

"Good enough to eat," Sandy leered, lecherously twitching her eyebrows.

"Thanks," Ruby beamed brightly, modeling the dress before a full-length mirror. "I feel like a movie star."

I moved close and bent down to lift the front edge of her dress and reach my hand under the hem. "Aha!" I exclaimed, clamping my palm over her pubic mound. "Just as I suspected."

"What!" she squealed, her eyes wide.

"Remember what I said about no undergarments," I chastised, dropping to one knee and peeling her panties to her ankles.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, glancing around in panic.

"Shall I leave you two alone?" Sandy chuckled with amusement.

"I will not have you wearing one of Ellen's stunning expensive designer dresses and showing panty lines across your beautiful tight butt." Ruby stepped out of the briefs as I rose to my feet, my fists balled on my hips.

"It feels weird," she flushed sheepishly.

I moved behind my friend, pausing to hang the panties on the raised hand of a posing mannequin. "You're absolutely gorgeous, baby," I cooed lovingly, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. "Now tell me... do you like the feel of this material on your bare skin?"

"Well... yeah, sure."

I smoothed my hands down along the curves of her slender hips, my lips close to her ear. "Doesn't it make you feel sexy?"

She nodded slightly. "Yes."

"Smooth and satiny against your naked body," I breathed, my hands gliding between us to grope her rear. "Silky and soft against your bare ass."

"Yesssss," she exhaled.

"Makes you feel all woman?" I caressed my hands over her waist and down her tummy to her groin. "A hot and sensuous woman?"

"Oh yesss," she hissed, her hands pressing my palms tighter between her legs. "So hot."

"Smooth and soft," I rasped into her ear. "Against your naked pussy."

"Oh God," she whimpered, her chest heaving. "Soft against my hot naked pussy."

"You are so beautiful," I breathed, pressing my body tighter against her open bare back. "More beautiful than any movie star."

"Oh Jett," she exhaled, eyeing our reflection in a floor mirror. "I think I like not wearing underwear." She craned her head around and leaned her lips close to my ear. "I like feeling naked," she whispered conspiratorially. "And a little nasty."

"Spoken like a true Tony Rose girl!"

The woman glanced nervously about the room, grateful that there were no other customers about. "But what if my pussy gets, well... you know... what if I get all wet down there?"

"Ask your client if he wants to lick it dry," I chuckled, my hands sliding higher to cup her full breasts in my palms. "Or I can."

Ruby giggled. "Naughty girl!"

She reached her arms around to feel my rear, my hands gently massaging the soft material covering her bosom. "Is your pussy wet now?"

Ruby reddened slightly as I tenderly nibbled her bare neck. "It's getting there."

I lowered to my knees and flipped the long dress over my head, ducking my body underneath. The woman giggled giddily and spread her legs wider as I turned and sat on the floor, the gown hiding me from view. "Oh yes," I whispered, feeling her cunt with the tip of my finger. "You are wet."

"You're gonna get us in trouble," she murmured under her breath.

"I'm gonna get you off is what," I breathed, raising my face and pressing my mouth to her scarlet vagina.

The woman gasped and spread her legs wider, my tongue flicking out to probe into the folds of her hot pussy. "Oh shit," Ruby grunted softly. "You're so fucking naughty."

"You taste delicious," I rasped, my hands sliding up the backs of her legs to her bare tush.

'You better stop or you're gonna make me cum," Ruby mewed quietly.

"That's the general idea," I slurped my tongue into her hot twat. The lady cop panted and bucked her hips against my face, a stifled whimper escaping her lips as she shivered and released a flow of cunny juice onto my tongue.

I crawled out from under her dress, the redhead panting and leaning on a garment rack for support. "God what you do to me," she sighed weakly.

"Like Sandy said," I grinned, rising to my feet and kissing her softly on the cheek. "Good enough to eat."

I sat naked at the vanity mirror fastening a gold teardrop earring to my left lobe. Ruby moved silently behind me, her hands gently massaging my bare shoulders and neck. "You look great," she stated honestly.

I smiled at my reflection in the glass. "Thanks."

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed?"

"It's a simple gown with one zipper," I shrugged. "I can have it on -- or off -- in twenty seconds."

"Always thinking like a nymphomaniac." The woman's hands slid forward over my upper chest, her fingers touching the delicate gold pendant on the fine thin chain. "J... for Jett?"

I nodded and touched my fingers to her hand. "Yes. Tony gave it to me."

"Tony," she mused, her fingertips caressing my upper chest and shoulders. "You really love him?"

"Yeah."

"Ever have sex with him?"

"Sometimes."

"Any good?"

I grinned. "Fantastic!"

Louise moved her hands back over my neck and jaw. "That good huh? Mind if I try him on for size?"

"Don't you dare!" I scolded playfully, gently slapping her hand with my fingers.

Ruby lowered her face to my ear. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"

"Tony is free to do as he pleases," I stated matter-of-factly, picking up my other earring from the table.

"But you wouldn't like it," she whispered, my lips barely brushing my cheek.

"Just a tad insecure, I suppose," I sighed, pinning the other bauble to my right ear. "One night with you and he may forget all about me."

"You underestimate yourself," she breathed, leaning closer and draping her arms around my neck. "I happen to think you are very sexy and appealing."

"You're sweet." I smiled at our reflections in the glass. "Damn, we make a gorgeous pair."

My friend squeezed my body tighter and pressed her cheek to mine. "Maybe one night with me and you'll forget all about him!"

I craned my face around and met her lips with a soft kiss. "Time to work on you."

Her eyebrows shot up with surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Makeup," I chuckled, patting her hand and rising to my feet. "Have a seat." Ruby took my place on the seat and I moved to stand beside her. "With my darker complexion I don't wear a whole lot of makeup." I gathered my makeup items together. "But you may need to have a little."

"You really think so?"

"Welcome to the world of glamorous night life," I chuckled, picking through my shades of lipstick.

"What exactly does an escort do?"

"Dinner, dancing -- you know, just having fun. Like a date."

"And sex?"

I shook my head and picked up a tube of moisturizer. "We're not prostitutes. The client pays the agency for everything -- we're not allowed to handle any money." I moved in front of Ruby to face her. I straddled my legs over hers and settled onto her lap. "Of course, if the guy is cute enough and you're both willing, then --"

"I get the picture," she grinned, placing her hands on my bare waist.

I smiled and applied some base to her cheeks. "And of course it's always a thrill to get it on in the back of a limousine."

"With the client?" Lou leered, her hands sliding up my sides. "Or with you?"

"Depends on whether you're going or --"

"Cumming?" she chuckled pulling me closer, my breasts pressing against hers.

"That simply goes without saying," I laughed, giving her a peck on the nose and setting the cream aside.

"I'll have to check that out for myself," Ruby growled lustily.

I dabbed the swab into the container of powder. "We're going to go with the red theme to go with your hair."

"You're the boss."

"Close your eyes."

The girl did as I instructed; her hands gently caressing the tops of my legs. "What about Kookie Koogan?"

"What about him?"

"Do you think he's cute?"

"I guess so."

"Cute enough for us to... you know."

I snickered and focused my attention on her left eyebrow. "He better not be. At his age, we might get arrested for manslaughter."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get off."

"Oooh baby," I leered with a knowing wink. "I'll hold you to that later."

"Cute."

I set the powder aside and reached for a lip pencil. "Now for the lips." Louise suddenly cupped my face in her palms and pulled my mouth to hers, the woman crushing upon me a forceful awkward kiss. She finally released me and I regarded her with a startled puzzled expression. "What was that for?"

"I wanted to see if I could kiss you like you did to me the other night," she stated flatly. "Before I mess up my makeup."

"And how was it?" I asked, drawing a thin line along the top of her upper lip.

Louise gave a nominal shrug. "All right, I guess."

I moved my face closer, my mouth gently touching hers in a light peck. I pressed closer and firmer, my kiss growing in passion and intensity, the woman's hands moving up my sides to squeeze my ribs. She pulled me closer, my bare pussy lips tight against her crotch. My hot breath expelled into her mouth, my tongue flicking out and raking along her upper row of teeth, the tip swirling in large circles around the edges of her lips as I gradually drew off. "How about now?"

"Mmmm," she purred, the ends of her mouth curling into a pleasant smile. "I could learn to like that."

I turned from adjusting my hair in the mirror as my new partner entered the bedroom in her flowing red gown. Ruby and I looked spectacular in our finest formalwear, the girl wearing a red sleeveless and me in a dazzling white ankle-length number, sleeveless and backless as well, but with a collar tapering from my neck in wide lapels over my chest and joining the slinky skirt just over my navel. It offered plenty of cleavage and my little gold J pendant was the perfect accent. Ruby borrowed a string of white faux pearls and teardrop earrings to complete her ensemble. "Hubba hubba!" I grinned. "You are the sexiest cop I've ever seen."

"Thanks," she smiled timidly, crossing to me. "I hate to admit it, but I'm a little nervous about tonight."

"I'll be with you darling," I soothed, stepping nearer and caressing her upper arm. "It's like a date, only there'll be two of us and only one of him."

She chuckled. "Sounds like one kinky date to me."

"You never know," I leered, twitching my eyebrows and sliding my hand over her bare back. "With me along as your guide anything can happen!"

A tall thin young man stood beside our white stretch limousine wearing a steel gray uniform and holding the back door open for us. "Hiya Vinny!" I smiled cheerily, moving close and giving the young chauffeur a peck on the cheek. "How's your love life?"

"Great!" he smiled. "Dana and I are engaged."

"Engaged!" I squealed with excitement. I wrapped my arm around his waist and offered a sideways hug. "That's wonderful! Tell that girl I'm green with envy."

"For getting engaged or for snaring me?"

I laughed and patted his cheek with my palm. "Both, you handsome sexy stud you," I followed the boy's glance to my friend watching the exchange. "Vinny, this is Ruby, my partner for this gig."

"Gorgeous," he acknowledged sincerely. "But then, all you ladies are."

"Flatterer," I smiled, ducking into the back of the car. My female companion returned a warm smile and climbed in next to me.

"You two seem awful chummy," she remarked. "Friend of yours?"

"We dated," I mused. "A long time ago."

"Couldn't have been too long," she scowled. "What is he, nineteen?"

I audibly cleared my throat and glanced out my window. "Barely." I returned my attention to the policewoman who regarded me with a startled expression. "Okay, so sue me. You know I have no willpower when it comes to sex."

"So I've noticed." We were silent for a few moments before my partner leaned her face close to whisper in my ear. "Any good?"

"Damn near wore this poor body out!" I snorted conspiratorially. "Hot and heavy, all day and all night."

"No!"

"Heck yeah. Any more of that wild teenage rabbit humpin' and I'd be drivin, a friggin' wheelchair."

Ruby glanced at the back of Vinny's head through the separating glass. "You say he's engaged?"

"To my friend Dana," I nodded. "She used to be a lesbo before he fucked her straight." Ruby stared at me wide-eyed and we both burst out in giggles. "I love that boy to pieces," I snickered, placing a hand over my crotch. "But a poor girl can take just so much!"

"Lucky you."

"I suppose." I sighed dreamily and glanced out the window at the night. "I never thought I'd admit it, but the boy nearly satisfied my cravings for sex."

"Damn," Ruby exhaled in awe under her breath.

I placed my hand on her knee and winked seductively. "Almost."

Dozens of heads turned and a number of people applauded as Kookie Koogan entered the ballroom, a beautiful woman adorning each arm. "Now this is the kind of party I'm talkin' about!" Ruby beamed as we wound our way through the jubilant crowd.

"You know you're absolutely gorgeous," I smiled out the side of my mouth behind our client's head.

Kookie laughed and gave my arm a squeeze. "Thank you!"

"I meant the redhead," I snickered, kissing him lightly on the temple.

"She looks good too," the octogenarian smiled.

"Thanks," Ruby smirked. "I feel good."

Kookie wrapped his arm around the cop's shapely waist. "You're right -- you feel pretty good to me."

"Don't tell me you're a lecherous old man," my partner laughed, her lips close to his ear.

"Of course not," Jackie smiled giving the girl a little squeeze. "I am certainly not old."

We stopped to talk with a handsome silver-haired man in a black tuxedo with an elegantly dressed brunette in a floor-length black velvet gown at his side. "Mister Koogan," the man smiled, graciously extending his hand. "I've been a fan of yours since I was a little boy."

"Please senator," the comic winced accepting his shake. "You make me feel downright ancient."

Ruby grinned and draped her arm around his neck. "That's why he has us along. To remind him of how young he still is."

"I lied," he chuckled out the side of his mouth to her. "I am a lecherous old man."

"But why two of you?" the guest's wife frowned, her eyes shifting from one escort to the other.

"He likes to feel twice as young," I breathed lustily into the comic's ear. "Don't you darling?"

"And twice as sexy," the redhead breathed lustily, her lips nibbling on our client's lobe.

The senator chuckled. "The two of you would most likely place me in the hospital!" The brunette jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.

"We've found Jackie to be more than a match for us," Ruby cooed seductively, her fingers passing through the man's tuft of white hair. She pressed her cheek to his and smiled cattily at the stately stoic woman. "We found that out -- the hard way."

"I hate to brag," Kookie grinned, wrapping both arms around our waists. "So I let these girls do it for me."

The senator's wife narrowed her eyes at us. "But surely with such a difference in age there must be a... health risk?"

The comic sighed casually and shrugged a shoulder. "If I prove to be too much for them, I can always perform mouth to mouth." He turned to me and planted a smooch on my cheek. "They're young -- they heal fast."

The senator laughed and raised his highball glass to our host. "Glad you see you back in the movies," he smiled. "Keep it up Kookie."

"Rest assured senator," I grinned, exchanging a sideways glance with my redheaded companion. "We'll make sure he does!"

"You two are terrific!" Jackie laughed as we turned arm in arm from the pair.

"I meant what I said," I asserted in earnest. "We're here to remind you of how young and handsome and sexy you are."

The comic scowled and stared down at my full chest. "Are you sure that dress isn't too tight? It's cutting off the circulation to your brain."

"Jett's right," Ruby stated honestly, reaching a hand down behind his back and giving his butt a little squeeze. "You're pretty darn cute."

"Careful, sweetheart," Kookie coughed as we approached our table. "Too much excitement down south and I might just pass out."

My companion took the man's chin in her hand and angled his face up to hers. "Then I might have to give you some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation myself." She lowered her mouth to his, her full lips offering a lingering kiss.

We were momentarily blinded as a photographer's flash bulb went off catching the pair in the act. "Hold it!" I said, turning Jackie's face to the camera. Ruby and I posed with our lips planted on both cheeks, the aged comic laughing merrily as the shutter snapped away. "That's one for the tabloids," I grinned.

"Print me up a hundred for all my friends in the nursing home," Jackie chuckled.

Kookie sat wedged between us in the limo riding back from the party. "I appreciate what you did for me tonight ladies," he stated soberly.

"What do you mean?" Ruby asked.

"I know you two aren't brainless bimbos or starry-eyed fans. It probably took a lot of self-control to keep up the gaga act."

"It wasn't all an act," I smiled lacing my arm through his. "Even putting aside the fact that you're a big Hollywood sensation -- you're witty, charming and cute as hell."

The man furrowed his brow at me. "How much did you drink tonight?"

"Jett's right," Ruby agreed, draping her arm across his shoulder and following my lead. "Older men can be quite sexy."

"There's a difference between dating older men and carbon dating them."

"Consider our job as being officially over," I mewed, passing my hand under his tuxedo jacket. "We're fawning on our own time now."

Kookie chuckled and patted both our knees. "You two young ladies sure know how to warm an old geezer's heart."

The limousine pulled up to the curb in front of his hotel. I leaned my lips close to his ear. "Aren't you going to invite us up for a nightcap?"

The man glanced at me and then my partner. "You're serious?"

"We have to keep up the appearance of being your adoring fans," the red-haired girl agreed. "The media hounds may be lurking about."

"Is this just a ploy to get you two into my room alone?" Jackie questioned.

"Absolutely."

Ruby cooed and caressed her hand inside his tuxedo jacket. "Don't tell us you're shy?"

The aged comic paused and thought a second then shrugged his shoulders. "Fine by me."

Vinny came around and opened the door. Ruby stepped out, followed by our client and then me. "May as well park it," I instructed. "We might be a little while."

"If I know you," the teen smirked closing the car door, "it'll be a long while."

Kookie sat in the middle of the couch, Ruby and I occupying each end. "If I'd have known I would be dating two beautiful women like you," he smiled. "I'd have gone into making movies a long time ago."

"Sweet talker," I grinned, kicking off my high heels and tucking my legs under me.

"Care for a drink?" the man offered.

Ruby shook her head. "No thanks."

"So, have you ever dated a black girl before?" I asked.

Jackie shook his head. "My wife Sara of 44 years, God rest her soul, was the only woman I ever got cozy with. I never went out with any women after she died -- black or otherwise." Kookie offered me a sad smile. "I'm really no sex stud. I'm just plain old Jackie Koogan."

"Don't put yourself down," I pouted. "You're plenty attractive."

The man chuckled and rested his head against the back of the sofa. "Maybe once upon a time."

I paused thoughtfully a moment, my finger tracing around the buttons of his crisp white tuxedo shirt. "What do you fantasize about?"

Ruby glanced at me from the other end of the couch knowing she had heard this line of questioning before.

Jackie lolled his face to me. "What do you mean?"

"Well," I hedged, my finger drawing lower down his abdomen. "Like, do you ever fantasize about doing it with a black chick?"

His eyes flicked down to my full breasts. "No."

"Why not?" I breathed, my hand caressing back up his chest. "Don't you like black girls?"

Kookie swallowed hard. "I guess I never thought about it. I mean, I've never seen one as pretty as you."

"You've never seen one?" I leered, glancing over at my partner, the girl returning a don't do it look.

Too late.

I silently rose to my feet and stood before him, my fingers easing the straps of my dress over my shoulders and down my arms. His eyes grew wide as I peeled my gown over my hips, the elegant dress falling silently to my feet, baring my body in all its dark satiny glory. "What do you think?" I breathed, kicking the garment aside.

"My dear God," he gasped.

"What do you fantasize about?" I repeated, my fingertips gently tracing a line around the outsides of my full breasts, down my tummy to the heart-shaped sculpted black muff at my crotch.

My eyes flicked to my friend, her face growing into a knowing leer. Ruby rose to her feet and stood at my side, peeling her dress to her ankles and standing naked beside me. "Maybe you dream about redheads," she breathed lustily.

"Good heavens," the man gaped, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Or maybe you dream about both of us," I purred, lowering to my knees, my hands caressing his thighs. "Having both of us."

"Two women," Ruby rasped, dropping to kneel beside me. She tugged down the fly of his tuxedo slacks, dipping her hand inside and fishing out his growing member. "Two women doing this." She dropped her mouth over the crown of his cock, her head bobbing up and down the shaft.

"You go girl," I murmured into her ear, one hand cupping under his ball sac as the other caressed the woman's bare back.

We took turns licking and sucking our client to full erection. Kookie moaned softly and lolled his head from side to side, his hands caressing our bare shoulders. I rose up and rested a foot on the cushion, leaning over our client with my hand braced against the back of the couch. I took his wrist in my free hand and lifted it to my crotch, the man probing and fingering my moist pussy. I released my hold and cupped my full breast in my palm, guiding it to front of his face. Kookie licked and sucked my nipple as my partner continued with her blowjob.

I swung my other leg up and over the girl's head, straddling my feet on either side of Jackie's hips. I steadied myself with both hands on the back of the sofa by his head and slowly squatted, lowering my cunt to just above his waiting pole.

"What do you fantasize about?" I rasped to his face, Ruby aiming the man's ready rod to my slit. He gripped his hands onto the cheeks of my ass as I dropped lower, his cock easing into my ready wet snatch. "You ever dream about fucking a black chick?" I breathed lustily, my hot hole slowly engulfing his whole hard length. I rose and eased back down, gradually establishing a steady riding rhythm.

Ruby lapped her tongue over his balls and along the shaft each time I lifted myself from his lap. "You ever dream about a redhead sucking your cock?"

"You girls are too much," he rasped.

"Too much?" I mewed, steadily rising and falling onto his rigid rod.

"Not too much," Ruby growled lapping her tongue along his gleaning shaft each time I raised up. "Just enough."

"Oh God," Kookie moaned, tightening his grip on my butt. "I'm going to cum!"

My lady partner said, "Let me!" I quickly raised on my feet to stand above him. Ruby dropped her head between my legs over his prick, deep¬-throating his glistening dick to the hairy base. The man jerked his hips up, plunging his cock down her throat as he unloaded his cream into her mouth. "Oh yeah," she gurgled, a dribble of jism seeping out the edge of her sweet full lips. "Cum in my mouth."

Jackie jerked his hips up again, his hands clenched onto my ass as he shot another load into her mouth. Ruby bobbed her head up and down the shaft a few times, licking up ever drop. I lowered myself to sit in his lap, my partner feeding his glistening tool back into my twat. "What do you fantasize about?" I cooed softly, kissing him lightly on the lips as his member gradually grew limp inside me.

"Nothing anymore," he rasped breathlessly, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my full mounds. "Now I can die a fulfilled man."

"Better not," Ruby chided, crawling on her knees onto the cushion beside us. "You have one more woman to satisfy before you go."

"Oh, dear God," Jackie exhaled, leaning his head against the back of the sofa. "Any more of you two gorgeous gals and I really will meet my maker!"

We redressed and kissed our tired and content client goodnight, returning to our waiting white stretch limousine. "Everything come out all right?" Vinny grinned knowingly as he opened the door for us.

I smirked and patted the boy on the cheek. "You know my motto -- the customer always comes first... and second and third..."

Ruby scowled at our driver as I climbed into the back of the stretch limousine. "Is she always this way?"

"You mean insatiable?" he asked. "Oh yeah. Hell, I only stayed in her apartment for a few days and she almost fucked me into a coma."

"I know what you mean," my partner sighed wearily, stepping into the door. "I've lived with her a couple days myself."

The chauffeur gave the girl a wink and a smile. "Lucky you!"

Ruby sat in the far back seat of the limo while I took the rear-facing cushion across from her. "That was fun," she said. "Not just the sex -- the whole escorting gig."

I smiled warmly. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"What a life you must lead," Ruby sighed dreamily gazing out the tinted window.

"It's not all glamour, Ruby Dee," I chuckled crossing my long dark legs at the knee. "Sometimes a client wants to wallow in the gutter."

"Who cares," she exhaled stretching her arms out and reclining lazily across the seat. "You still have nights like tonight. Take this for example," she grinned, waving a hand at our ride. "I can never get enough of riding in a limousine."

I flicked a switch on the armrest lowering the window behind my head. 'Vinny," I called to our driver. "Take us through the park, will ya baby?"

"Sure thing."

Our limousine drove silently along the triple-globe street lamps lining the City Park.

"Stand up."

"What?"

I nodded my head to the open sunroof. "Stand up."

Ruby grinned and rose to her feet, poking her upper body through the top of the car. "Whoooee!" she shouted to the night. "This is great!"

I smiled up at my friend, the cool night breeze whipping her scarlet hair about her bare shoulders. "Enjoying yourself?"

"This is terrific!" she squealed merrily.

I laughed and shook my head knowing the lady cop had probably never let her hair down and enjoyed herself as much as tonight. I stared at the pair of long lean legs before me, eventually reaching a hand up under her dress and caressing her thigh. "That tickles!" she laughed down at me.

"How about this?" I grinned, sliding my hand higher to grope her butt.

"Yeah," Ruby smiled to the night air. "I like that."

"Mmmm, so do I," I leered, shifting to my knees and lifting the front of her gown higher with my free hand to expose her bare athletic legs. I caressed my hands up and down the backs of her thighs, the girl adjusting her stance wider and holding onto the edge of the sunroof for balance. "Damn you have a great body." I moved my face closer, my tongue drawing a long swipe along the inside of her thigh.

"Yeah baby!" she laughed, tossing her long scarlet locks in the night breeze. "I love it!"

"So do I," I murmured, inching my mouth higher, my tongue flicking to tickle her vagina.

"Whooo!" my friend shivered, her body trembling in my grasp. I tightened my grip on her ass cheeks and pressed my face deeper into her pussy, the girl spreading her legs wider and bucking her hips against my face. "Damn you're so kinky."

I poked my head out from under the front of her dress. "You act as though you never had a woman eat your pussy before."

"Not like this!" she called down through the hole. "Don't stop! I love it!"

I ducked my head back under, my fingers spreading her cunt lips for my delving tongue. The girl squealed to the passing trees and street lamps, the night breeze tossing her dark red hair as I slurped and probed her wet slit.

"You got me so wet," she called down to me through the sunroof. "You're gonna make me cum."

"That's the general idea," I grunted, my mouth and tongue lapping furiously, edging my companion ever nearer a climax.

"Oh yeah," she shivered, her hands bracing against the edge of the roof window opening. "I'm gonna cum!" I increased my licking tempo; my hands sliding around to grope her tight ass and force her pussy tighter against my face. "Yeah!" she squealed, shoving her hips tighter against my mouth. "You're doing it!" Her body shook with release as her cunt exploded with a flow of sweet love nectar onto my tongue, the girl throwing her head back and screeching with delight to the passing darkness.

"Everything all right?" Vinny asked over his shoulder.

"Everything's great," I leered licking the warm sticky juice from my lips. "Once more around the park, if you please."

After a minute Ruby dropped back down through the sunroof and collapsed into the back seat. "What a rush," she sighed exhausted.

"A limo ride can be quite an experience," I grinned, my tongue swirling along my lips to taste the remaining cunt juice.

My friend spread her arms invitingly. "That's not what I meant." I moved onto her lap, the woman cradling me in her arms like a little child. "This evening has been great." She smiled and stroked a strand of dark hair away from my face. "You've been so wonderful and nice to me."

"All the more reason to protect me," I cooed.

"Oh, that's right," she remarked, taken aback. "I almost forgot."

"How long do you think you'll need to protect me?" I asked, my hand tenderly caressing the side of her face.

"Until I'm certain you're out of danger."

I draped my arm around her neck and moved my face closer to hers. "You know that a lady is particularly vulnerable in bed."

"Then I'll have to stay close by."

"Stay very close," I whispered, my mouth barely brushing her lips.

"Very close," she echoed, her lips meeting mine in a warm lingering kiss.

CHAPTER 8

Wisps of flicking light danced across the carpet as the dawn's first rays peeked through the parted curtains of the open bedroom window. I yawned and lazily stretched my arms over my head. I glanced to my side seeing my newest bed-partner sleeping on her stomach, the sheets slid down exposing her bare back. I rolled onto my side and draped my arm across her, my lips tenderly kissing her shoulder and neck. "Mmmmmm," she purred dreamily, stirring under my touch. I continued kissing her shoulder and back, my hand caressing along her spine to her buttocks. "That's nice," she murmured.

My hand slid lower, gliding softly over the smooth flesh of her derriere. Ruby purred and writhed her body under my gentle caress, raising and crossing her arms under her head. I kissed and nibbled my lips down her body, my hand rubbing soft circles over her rear. I moved my body down the mattress, my lips tenderly smooching along her spine as my hand pulled the sheet off her rear. I kissed her exposed rump, my fingers kneading the soft smooth mounds. "That's great," Ruby sighed quietly. She spread her legs a little wider as my hand glided between her legs. Her body shivered and trembled as my tongue flicked out and dipped into the crack of her butt. "Oooh, that tickles." I licked lower, my mouth slowly tracing a line from the Y at the base of her spine along her ass to the sensitive folds of her delicate vagina. "You have a great way of waking me up in the morning," my lover murmured, her legs spreading wider as my tongue strained to taste the folds of her sweet pussy. I raised up onto my knees and parted her butt cheeks with my hands, my tongue swirling around the puckered opening of her ass hole. "Oh God," she shivered, rolling her head toward me. "You are so erotic." Ruby moved one hand from under her head to between my knees, her palm gently caressing up my thigh. I spread my knees wider, lapping longer and deeper through the crack of her ass. The girl caressed her hand up my leg, her fingers finding the moist slit of my seeping snatch. I trembled as she inserted a finger, my face wedging into her buttocks as I forced my tongue deeper into her rectum. "Oh fuck," she exhaled, her digit pumping into my cunt. "What you do to me!"

I inserted one finger into her wet oozing vagina, and then another. Soon I as savagely ramming two fingers into her seeping twat, the girl writhing and gyrating her body beneath me as I forced my tongue into and around the puckered opening of her bung hole. Ruby pumped her fingers faster and faster inside me -- my spine undulating and hips bucking against her hand as I felt myself drawing closer to a climax.

"You're doing it," she gasped, her hips jerking her groin up and down as my fingers furiously frigged her off. She began to buck wildly, pressing her face into the pillow to muffle a scream of passionate release as she jerked and spasmed in orgasmic climax. Her finger sank to the base inside my snatch, my body shivering as a flow of juice ebbed from my sated slit. My lips tenderly kissed and nibbled up her body. "God you're good," my sated siren sighed.

I kissed along her back up to her neck, stretching out along her body and snuggling close to her side. "Good morning to you too."

"Mmmmmm," the woman purred. "You know what would make this day even more perfect?"

I snuggled closer, my lips nuzzling along her neck to her ear. "What's that?"

"Fresh coffee."

"I'll make some if you promise not to get up."

"Who could resist an offer like that?"

I pulled the sheet up to cover her rear and kissed her tenderly on the back of her neck before rolling out from under the covers. I snatched her blouse from the back of a chair and shrugged it on and walked barefoot to the kitchen. Ruby's shirt was a little big for me and I rolled the cuffs up a little as I fixed us a pot of fresh java. By the time I had returned from freshening myself up in the bathroom it was done. I filled two mugs and returned to the bedroom, my roomie lying on her side waiting for me, the sheet gathered up to her chest. "I thought I was supposed to be the one taking care of you," she smiled seductively.

"You make me sound like an invalid," I scowled, balancing the full cups in my hands as I crawled on my knees onto the mattress.

"That's not what I meant." She shifted up to sit, her hand holding the sheet to her bare bosom as she took one of the mugs from me. "By the way, you look very sexy in that."

I glanced down at the oversized shirt. "Sounds kinda strange to hear a cop calling me sexy."

"I'm not a cop." I glanced up at her with a puzzled expression. "I'm a woman," she clarified, lowering the sheet a fraction and baring one pink nipple to me. "One that happens to be your lover -- or have you forgotten so soon?"

"Ho ho!" I smirked over the rim of my mug as I took a sip. "Developing a taste for pussy now, are we?"

"I like what you do to me," she smiled demurely. "I want us to continue to be lovers for a while longer."

"What if you catch the person trying to hurt me?"

She shrugged. "Then my job is finished. That doesn't me we have to be."

I extended my free hand and softly caressed her bare shoulder. "I'm a slave to the carnal appetite of my body," I admitted candidly. "It needs lots of sex -- male and female."

"I won't be jealous."

"You think you can make love to me the way a woman loves another woman?"

"If you teach me."

"And what if you find out you don't like it?"

Ruby took a long swallow of her coffee and turned to set the mug on the side table. She turned back to me, allowing the sheet to fall around her waist. "You are so beautiful," she murmured, leaning forward and unbuttoning the front of my blouse. "And so gentle with me. Why would I ever want that to stop?" She opened the front of my shirt and slipped her hands inside, her palms cupping my full breasts as her face leaned closer to lick my cleavage. "Your skin is so soft and smooth," she breathed, her lips kissing over my breast to my nipple. "Teach me how to make love to you."

"Oh baby," I breathed, raking the fingers of my free hand through her long red hair. "I can teach you, but you sure got the basics down pat."

Ruby moved one hand to between my legs, her finger probing through the folds of my pussy for the sensitive nub of my clit. "I want to be good for you," she murmured.

"Lay on your back," I commanded. The woman smiled at me and slowly did as she was told. I moved on my knees to straddle her head, the girl looking up at my crotch noir. I gradually lowered myself until my pussy was only a few inches above her face. "Taste me." My partner raised her arms above her head and held my legs, her mouth craning up to meet my vagina. "That's it," I nodded, spreading my knees wider for her to lick my cunt. "Just like that."

Ruby caressed the backs of my legs, her hand sliding up under the bottom of the loose shirt to grope my ass. I took a final gulp of my coffee and strained to reach the small end table and set it aside. I straightened once again and spread open my cunt lips with my fingers, the redhead licking and slurping my hot snatch. "You like eating my pussy?" I smiled.

"Oh, baby yeah," she rasped into my wet tunnel. "I could eat you all day."

I leaned forward and groped her full breasts with my palms, the girl lapping and probing more hungrily with the added stimulation. "That's it, honey," I cooed, gyrating my groin against her face. "Eat that hot black pussy."

Ruby gripped my ass cheeks tightly in her palms and forced her face harder against my cunt. She was a quick and eager learner and I knew we would be good for each other as working partners, lovers and friends. My cunny was starting to get tingly, drippy and hot. "That's it!" I panted lustily, my hands tweaking her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "You got me really wet now!" My lover brought one hand around to my pubic area and rubbed my clit with her finger. A sudden jolt of electricity surged through my body and I felt the juices of a great orgasm welling up inside my love canal. "Keep it up!" I ordered, my chest heaving with animal desire as I clamped my palms over her big beautiful tits. "You're gonna make me cum!"

The lusty learning lesbian doubled her efforts, her mouth and tongue lapping and sucking furiously as her finger tickled and twitched over my sensitive clit. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth as a savage grunt squeaked through my parted lips, a gush of pussy nectar erupting from my sated slit onto my lover's face. Ruby licked and lapped me wantonly, my body shivering as another lesser climax surged throughout my whole being. She was better than I had expected and I felt lucky she wanted to learn how to please me.

"Whew, baby!" I squealed with satisfaction, whipping my hair around and stretching out my arms over my head. "You sure know how to make this woman cum!"

"Not bad for a beginner?" Ruby leered up at me, her hands tenderly caressing my legs and bare butt.

"Not bad at all," I chuckled, inching backward on my knees and sloughing the loose blouse from my shoulders.

"Was I good for you?"

"Good?" I sighed, tossing my top onto the floor and crawling around on my knees to her side. "Baby you were perfect."

"Does this mean I can be your lover?"

I smiled and lowered my body onto hers, the woman's arms encircling my bare back. "Definitely." I moved my face over hers and kissed her lovingly on the lips. "So how was it for you?"

"Wonderful," she cooed, her hands softly gliding over my bare skin. "I want you to show and teach me everything. I want to know every possible way a woman can please another woman."

"That's a tall order," I smirked, gently kissing her nose and across her brow. "I may have to call in a few resident experts."

The woman frowned skeptically. "Lesbians?"

"Just a few of my friends. Believe me, some of those girls could teach you more in one day than I could show you in a month."

"I don't want to make love to them," Ruby mewed. "I want you."

"Oh baby, that's so sweet."

I reached a hand across the bed and pulled a pillow over, Ruby raising her head a little to allow me to tuck it under her. I slid onto my side and rested my head next to hers, the girl's arms still around my back. She bit her lower lip and stared at me with a look of concern. "Do you think it's possible for two women to love each other?"

"Of course, darling," I stated firmly. "Some of my best friends are butch couples and I'm quite certain they love each other."

"I'm glad."

I furrowed my brow with a quizzical expression. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's just that I've never really loved anyone before. I'm not sure how it's supposed to feel like. Come to think of it, I can't think of anyone ever loving me, for that matter."

"You poor baby," I soothed, raising a hand to caress the side of her handsome face.

"I wouldn't know how to love someone, or even if it was true love when I did find that right person. Know what I mean?"

"You'll know when you find the right person," I smiled. "And you'll know when it's right."

"That's why I want to be a good lover for you. I want to be good for you -- just in case you turn out to be the right person."

"You never know." I smiled sweetly and pecked her gently on the lips. "Stranger things have happened."

"Could you love me?" she asked quietly. "If you thought I was the right one?"

"Possibly."

She sighed dolefully. "I just want to be loved."

"We all do, little one," I murmured, snuggling closer into the warmth of her naked body. "We all do."

Sandy met us at the door wearing a scant emerald green thong bikini. "Hey girl," I smiled, offering her a hug and peck on the cheek. "You remember my friend Louise?"

"Ruby," the redhead corrected extending her hand to shake.

"Don't be so formal," Sandy giggled, ignoring her hand and taking the woman in a friendly embrace. The beautiful dishwater blonde smiled at us both and inclined her head to the back of the house as she closed the door behind us. "Everyone's out back on the patio."

"Wasn't she the salesgirl from Vondaberger's?" Ruby mumbled under her breath as we followed our shapely hostess down the hallway.

"Yep."

We followed the woman through the single level ranch house to the patio in back to find her two other guests Kiki and Amy. Both girls lay relaxing on long chaise lounges by the pool clad in very scant bikini swimwear. Ruby and I were dressed a bit less casual, the lady cop dressed in a pink zippered satin vest and matching shorts while I wore a tight lavender tee shirt, a wraparound sarong skirt fastened at the hip and thong sandals.

April came out from the kitchen with a pitcher of Bloody Mary's. "Who's in the mood for a drink?"

"Me!" we all chimed in unison.

Ruby took one of the deck chairs while I helped April fill the plastic glasses. "So... are you and Jett lovers?" Amy asked candidly.

"Certainly not!" my friend blurted, reddening slightly as she glanced sheepishly at me.

"Me thinks the woman doth protest too much," April commented out the side of her mouth.

"We're just good friends," I explained, crossing to my companion and resting a hand on the lady cop's shoulder. "And although she won't admit it, Ruby is a little curious about how girls --"

"Fuck?" Kiki injected.

The redhead blushed even more and accepted the drink from my hand. "Well... yeah."

"Shit baby!" Kiki guffawed, flapping a wrist at me. "Why ask us? Jett here is our resident expert. One hour with her and you'd think you knew all about it!"

"Half hour," I corrected casually, swinging a leg up and around to straddle the seat behind my date. "But with you it'd only be ten minutes."

"Including foreplay," the Hawaiian beauty giggled.

I wrapped my arms around Ruby's tummy and leaned her back against my chest. The woman seemed a little reserved and tense at first, but gradually accepted the position as a symbolic gesture that we were here together as a couple.

"If you ask me," Amy sighed dreamily. "There's no substitute for the taste of real pussy."

"Here! Here!" Sandy nodded, raising her glass in a toast.

Kiki tucked her slender tanned legs under her and sat up as she accepted a glass from April. "If they could bottle it, they'd make a killing."

"Cunt-a Cola," April snorted, crossing to her live-in lover. "Girl, you slay me."

I leaned my head over my friend's shoulder as she held her cup up for me to sip. "I'd spend my last dime and buy a hundred cases."

"I see a worldwide addiction forming," Ruby chuckled over her shoulder to me.

"If it tasted like you," I murmured quietly into her ear. "I'd be hooked for sure."

"Flatterer," she smiled, meeting my lips in a soft smooch.

"Think of it," Amy beamed giddily. "Every man and woman in the country -- hell, the whole goddamn planet for that matter would buy it by the truckload."

"That's probably the only way some guys would ever get it," Ruby smirked. I laughed and squeezed my arms around her waist, the woman resting more comfortably against me.

"But if men could get pussy in a can," Kiki frowned perplexed. "What would they need us for?"

"Fuck them," Sandy laughed, wrapping her arm around April's leg as the woman stood by her chair. "We girls would still prefer the real McCoy." She slid her hand up and poked a finger under the crotch of April's teal one-piece bathing suit to probe the woman's snatch. The lithe blonde's expression remained impassive as her lover withdrew her finger and brought it down to her lips. "Mmmm," she purred, her tongue swirling around the tip. "No artificial ingredients or preservatives."

"Nasty girl," April sighed dryly.

"I'll show you just how nasty later," her partner leered.

"Anyone care for a little more?" April added quickly to change the subject.

Kiki and Amy exchanged knowing glances. "Now there's a loaded question!" they giggled in unison.

The first pitcher of booze went quickly and our hostesses returned to the kitchen to mix some more. "Ah, that sun feels good," Ruby sighed languidly, resting her head back onto my shoulder.

"So do you," I whispered, taking the glass from her hand and draining the contents before setting it aside. "You don't mind that I hold you like this?"

"I'm beginning to like it," she cooed, her body adjusting and settling onto me. "Let me know if I'm too heavy for you."

"You're all right darling," I whispered, my hands gently caressing over her bare thighs. I could tell she was relaxing a bit from the alcohol and our non-threatening gathering.

"I know why you brought me here," she whispered softly.

"You do?"

Ruby nodded her head against my cheek. "To show me that lesbians were just regular girls -- like us."

"Not quite like us," I mused, my hands creeping upward to gently caress her full breasts in the satin top. "They're more skilled at making love to each other than we are."

"Mmmm," Ruby purred, placing her hands atop mine to squeeze her bosom tighter. "Perhaps they can show us."

"Now you know the real reason I brought you here."

Ruby flinched in my arms and turned her eyes to mine. "We're not going to watch them get it on, are we?"

My lips tenderly kissed her cheek. "Would you like that, lover?"

"I'd be too embarrassed."

I slipped my hands underneath her top to grope and tweak her hardening nipples inside the fabric of the smooth vest and could tell that the idea aroused her. "How's about we make like voyeurs -- watching from the shadows?"

"Well... maybe." She glanced around the patio and suddenly noticed we were alone. "Where is everybody?"

"Probably in the house," I breathed lustily, one hand moving down inside her shorts and cupping her pubic mound in my palm. "Fucking." Ruby expelled her breath in a long sigh and squeezed her legs tightly to my hand. "Wanna go watch?" I whispered.

"We shouldn't," she mewed, her body writhing to my rubbing of her tittie and groin.

"Just like a voyeur," I breathed, my lips gently brushing her ear. "From the shadows."

She turned her face to mine and raised a hand to pull my face to hers, her mouth meeting mine in a long passionate kiss. I could taste the booze on her breath and knew she was just tipsy enough to try something naughty. "They'll never know we're there," I whispered.

"All right," she grinned. "Let's do it."

Louise stood on unsteady legs as we climbed from the chair. I took her hand in mine and lead her into the house. "Where are we going?" she giggled in a hushed voice.

"The bedroom."

I stopped at the closed bedroom door and opened it a crack to peer inside. My partner held onto my shoulders and leaned her lips close to my ear, her hard nipples poking through her sheer vest into my back. "Are they in there?" she whispered.

"Nope." I ducked inside and pulled my partner in behind me, closing the door after us. The room held a big oak four poster bed with mirrors on the canopy, matching dressers and a large TV on the wall facing the foot of the bed. One lamp on a side table illuminated the room with a soft lemon glow. "We can watch from here."

Louise frowned as I led her over to the mattress. "Watch from where?"

I crawled onto the center of the bed and took her hand, guiding her to sit in front of me facing the foot. "Right here," I reached for the television remote and kneeled behind her. "Voila," I grinned, resting my hand on her shoulder as I pointed and switched on the set. "Behold the wonders of cable television."

The TV set lit up displaying four women on a carpeted floor in various stages of undress. "It's them!" Ruby gasped, pointing a finger at the screen.

"Yes darling," I smiled, setting the remote aside. "There's a camera set up in their playroom." Kiki lay naked on her back with Amy kneeling on all fours above her facing the opposite direction, the two women eating one another's pussy in 69 fashion. April sat on the carpet peeling her one-piece bathing suit down and off her legs as Sandy kneeled alongside of her removing her string bikini. April spread her feet wide apart and raised her rear off the floor onto her neck and shoulders, her hands at her waist and elbows propped beneath her for support. Sandy crawled on her knees between her lover's legs, tossing her long ashen hair over one shoulder and lowering her face down to lick the girl's elevated snatch. April arched her back more as Sandy spread her cunt lips with her fingers, her tongue making long wet swipes along her friend's upturned vagina.

"Holy fuck," Louise breathed softly.

I moved close behind her, my hands caressing her shoulders. I could tell the woman was captivated by the carnal display. My arms encircled her neck as I leaned my face against her cheek. "Does it get you horny?"

"I'll say."

"We can stay here and learn remotely."

Ruby rubbed her crotch as she viewed the steamy sex in the next room. "You know I'll want to try out a few moves on you later."

"I was hoping you would." I lowered my hands to grope her tits. "Or maybe even now."

We were all lounging about the back patio by the pool around two o'clock that afternoon, most of us redressed in swimsuits and shorts. "It's such a beautiful day," Kiki sighed dreamily. "Let's pick up a bucket of chicken and a bottle of Sangria and go to the park for a while."

Everyone agreed it was a good idea and we assembled our strewn clothing to be a little more presentable in public. We all piled into Sandy's little red Mazda clad in our bikinis, cutoffs and loose tee shirts.

On the way to the park Sandy spotted a young girl by the side of the road holding a large cardboard sign. Car wash $3.00 "Detour!" she announced, and pulled into the small vacant church parking lot.

Three pre-teenage girls were operating a car wash for their Scout Troop. "How's business?" Ruby asked brightly, climbing out of the car with us to stretch our legs.

"Pretty slow," one spindly preteen girl sighed, swabbing the hood with a big wet sponge. "I don't think we've had more than six cars all day."

"That's strange," I frowned, glancing at the busy road. "There's plenty of traffic."

Another gangly girl shrugged and said, "I guess nobody needs a car wash."

I placed the tip of my finger to my lips. "You know --"

Kiki scowled. "I can hear the gears turning in that pretty little head of yours and the answer is no."

"What? What?" Sandy and Ruby chimed in unison.

"Bikini car wash, that's what," Kiki huffed, her fists balled on her shapely hips. "Forget it."

"Oh, come on," I pleaded, draping my arm around her shoulder. "It's for a good cause and besides, it'll be fun."

"Your idea of fun greatly differs from mine."

"Oh Keek, honey, be a sport."

"Well... "

"Great!" I exclaimed triumphantly. "I knew you'd crumble!" I called to the three kids. "Hey girls! Mind if we lend you a hand for a little while?"

"Sure!" they chirped excitedly.

"Wonderful!" I clapped my hands to get the attention of my companions. "Ladies, what do you say we do our part for community involvement?"

"Count me in," Sandy laughed.

"Me too," Ruby nodded.

"Let's do it!" April agreed.

"Just a minute," Kiki groused spreading her arms. "Does this look like a body that should be washing cars?" She gestured to her loose tee shirt knotted at the hip and skimpy navy thong bikini briefs.

"You're right," I pondered, stroking my chin. "You'd do much better in the marketing department." I picked up a bucket of water and doused the front of her body.

Kiki sputtered and demanded, "What was that for?"

"Advertising," I stated, nodding to her clearly defined petite breasts and dark nipples under the wet tee shirt. "That should bring 'em in droves." I glanced over at the willowy ash blonde. "You too Sandy," I smiled. "Want to assist?"

"I think I could help drum up some business," she chuckled, peeling her tee shirt over her head revealing an emerald green string bikini which scarcely covering her lithe willowy form.

"If she doesn't cause a major pileup first," Ruby muttered under her breath.

She wasn't far from wrong. As soon as Kiki and Sandy took over curb detail, we instantly had a row of cars waiting for service. Ruby, Amy and I helped one of the kids named Kimberly while the other two teens worked with April. "You guys are great!" Kim exclaimed. "Are you all models?"

"Nope." I smiled to my redheaded companion. "Just friends."

Time flew by and we must have washed dozens of cars. The wet tee shirts and long bare legs certainly helped corral 'em in. I caught more than a few double-takes as I stretched to soap across a broad car hood, my short miniskirt riding up to expose my bare black ass and uncovered twat. Amy even took the opportunity to casually swab my upturned snatch with a damp chamois.

At one point the line stretched halfway down the block. Kiki and Sandy kept the customers happy by chatting through the car windows to the waiting patrons. Two young guys in a Chevy pickup actually joined us, washing their own vehicle alongside April and even paying the teens for the privilege. They were nice enough guys, probably trying to hit on our blonde athletic companion for a date. April told me one time long ago that she once gang-banged several men at once just for the hell of it even though her primary preference still remained along the female persuasion. Somehow I doubted she revealed to the two horny cowboys that she was a dyke. Not too good for business.

Nearly three hours passed like minutes when we finally decided to call it quits. We doused and hosed one another until we were all soaked to the skin, laughing and squealing and having a glorious time. Everyone lost count of how many vehicles we cleaned, the cash total for the afternoon coming to almost four hundred dollars -- many of our satisfied patrons chipping in an extra five or ten as a tip.

Having done our good deed for the day we all piled back into Sandy's car and drove away. We all felt we had done enough exercise for a while, foregoing the park and opting for a jug of Sangria and a bucket of fried chicken back at Aprils' house beside the pool.

"It's been loads of fun," Louise smiled as we finally headed for the front door.

Sandy opened the door for us. "It was nice meeting you," she nodded to my friend.

"It was really fun," Ruby replied sincerely. "I don't allow myself the chance to have fun very often."

Our hostess smiled and said, "You're welcome to join us anytime."

Ruby wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled my body close to hers. "I feel I may need a little more instruction before I'll be completely comfortable with you girls." My partner turned to me and jerked her head to the door. "What do you say we continue this back at my place?"

"Continue what?" I frowned.

Her hand moved around my back, slipping her fingers under the hem of my wraparound skirt to grip the cheek of my ass. "Oh that," I winced stupidly. "Didn't you get enough exercise this afternoon?"

"My job is to keep a close watch on you," she leered, squeezing my butt. "Very close."

I rolled my eyes to our lesbian hostess. "It's a real bitch having a body that's in such high demand."

"What a beautiful evening," I sighed languidly as I watched the deep red and orange hues of the setting sun through the car's windshield. Ruby glanced over at me as she drove. She suddenly made an unexpected left turn. "Where are we going?" I frowned.

"You'll see."

We wove our way through a few small subdivisions and turned onto a side street that took us into a wooded area. We emerged beyond the line of trees atop a high hill overlooking a perfectly manicured golf course. The sun lay directly before us, the bright orange ball nearly obscured behind the tops of the trees across the way. "It's magnificent," I exhaled in awe.

My friend switched off the engine and draped her arm across my shoulder. "I hope you're not in a big hurry to get home," she said, pulling my body close to hers. "I thought we might park for a little while."

"Mmmm," I purred with contentment. I rested my head on her shoulder and sighed. "This is nice."

"You ever go parking when you were a teenager?" Ruby asked, her hand gently stroking my bare arm.

"Nope. I spent my youth in girl's schools out East, and then got drop-kicked right into adulthood by an abusive boyfriend."

"You poor baby," she soothed, kissing the top of my head.

"That's why I don't much care for the rough stuff," I sighed relaxing into her embrace. "I got my fill with that prick asshole Reese." I turned my face to hers, my lips close to her mouth. "I'm glad to know you can be gentle with me."

"Me too." Ruby lowered her mouth to mine, her tongue snaking into my mouth and tangling with mine. "God, you make me so hot."

I grinned and rested my hand on her bare thigh. "Still?"

"Always," she panted, her free hand coming up to slip inside my top.

"Oh yes," I exhaled, moving my hand up her leg to her crotch. Ruby pulled my tee shirt higher and cupped my tit, her mouth hungrily grinding onto mine. She pulled away from my mouth and lowered her face to my chest, her hand lifting one breast to her lips. "Oh baby yes," I breathed, my fingers fumbling to open the fly of her shorts.

"It's all your fault," Ruby rasped, her hand moving down my back and under my rear. "I can't get enough of you." Her other hand slid down over my tummy and under the hem of my skirt.

"What if someone sees us?" I mewed, closing my eyes and leaning my head back onto the seat cushion.

"The exhibitionist is worried about being watched," she grunted, her face moving lower to my pubic mound.

The orange red sun slowly and quietly went down... and so did we.