Storm in a Coffee Cup Ch. 02

Storm in a Coffee Cup 2 - Sally & Nandi.

Here is part two of the Storm in a Coffee Cup series. It features a lesbian relationship. If that's not your thing, you won't like it.

* * *

Sally sat with her friend, Nandi Xaba, at a table near the back of the banquet hall of Beauchamp House Hotel. Her daughter, Storm, and her new husband had just left to go up to their room. Sally envied Storm. She'd known Alan many years before. He was a talented lover.

Nandi stared at the slightly battered bunch of red roses that lay on the table and tried to hide a sniffle.

"What's wrong?" Sally asked.

"I caught the bouquet," she said. "When will I ever get married again? I don't even have a lover."

"Same here," Sally said. "Paul's trial is next week. I never want to see him again after that. I haven't had a cock in months."

"Sally!" Nandi said, shocked.

"What? Tell it like it is, Nan."

Nandi nodded. "Well, I haven't got laid in eighteen months."

"I thought it was more like two years since Rudy left... wait, you had a fling? You never told me."

"It was one night. Drunken and messy. I barely remember it, I was so pissed."

"More vodka," Sally said, picking up their empty glasses.

Zephyr and Maisie, Sally's middle daughter and her girlfriend, ran over.

"Are we safe here, Mum?" Zeff asked. "I want to dance with Maisie, but we don't want any trouble."

"You told Granny, didn't you?" Sally said. Zeff nodded. "Then it should be fine. Nandi?"

"Go, I'm so proud of you both," Nandi said, giving her daughter, Maisie, a smile as they clasped hands and ran to the dance floor.

"They're growing into their sexuality," Nandi said. "It's so empowering to watch."

"I don't doubt they'll have their battles to fight," Sally said. "I'll get those drinks."

* * *

Maisie and Zeffie swayed to a slow number, each with their head on the other's shoulder.

"Weddings make me sappy," Maisie said. "I love you, Zeff."

Zeffie pulled away for a second, looking into Maisie's eyes. "Love you too," she said. "We never said it before."

"Loved you for a while, now."

"Yeah, me too," Zeff said. "Hey, look at Gayle and Terry." The two kids, Maisie's younger brother, and Zeffie's little sister, were standing at the centre of the dance floor in a tight hug, rocking from one leg to the other in a parody of slow dancing.

"You think there's anything going on there?" Maisie said.

"Who knows. They've been best friends since before they could walk."

"So have we," Maisie said, grinning. "Look how we turned out."

* * *

Sally helped Nandi from the banquet hall to the lift. She was glad they'd all opted to take rooms for the night, it would save trying to get the drunken woman home. She'd left Zephyr and Maisie in charge of their younger siblings, and was now half carrying the inebriated lawyer towards her bedroom.

She swiped the card and dragged Nandi to the king-sized bed. Sally was little better herself. They'd been drowning their sorrows in vodka for most of the evening, lamenting their lack of any sort of love life.

"Come on, Ms Xaba," Sally slurred, pulling off Nandi's sparkling emerald dress. She'd seen her friend in undies before, even naked once at the pool, but the way her friend's ample bust spilled from the dark green bra, and the way the matching, high-cut, panties moulded to her broad hips seemed to mesmerize her. She swayed a little, and realised that she was going to struggle to make it to her own room. Settling on the idea of sharing Nandi's huge bed, she quickly stripped off her own little black dress and her barely-there lingerie and climbed into the bed. She looked across the bed. She'd left Nandi laying uncomfortably on the top of the duvet. She crawled over, stripping the black woman's underwear before pulling the coves over them both.

* * *

Nandi's head hurt. No, hurting would be an improvement on this agony. She tired to move, but found herself trapped by an arm over her chest, and a leg hooked into hers. A hand was cupping her left breast.

"Oh, God! I didn't," she whispered. She opened an eye. The morning sun glaring in through the window blinded her, then she saw the mass of blonde curls on her chest and the soft breast pressed into her side. A woman?

The curls moved, and a voice she knew moaned. "Oh, my fucking head."

"Sally?"

The curls resolved into a face. "Nandi? Why are you in my bed?"

"I don't know whose bed it is," Nandi said. "More to the point, why are we naked?"

Sally lifted the covers, glancing down to confirm what her friend had said. "We didn't, um... did we?"

"I think I'd remember," Nandi said, then grimaced. "Maybe I wouldn't. Oh, my head."

"Did we have sex? I mean, I wouldn't mind if we did, I just don't remember it."

"What do you mean you wouldn't mind?" Nandi said sitting up. The covers fell away from her substantial breasts and Sally licked her lips. "Well, you're not exactly ugly, Nan. Did you ever... you know."

"No! Well not sex. I played around with a girl after high school for a summer, but it was just kissing and groping. You?"

"A couple of times, before Storm was born."

"So did we, or didn't we?" Nandi said.

Sally climbed out of the bed. "I need to pee, then I need a shower and brush my teeth," she said, marching, naked, to the bathroom.

Nandi watched her go. The jiggle in her bubble butt was attractive to her. She'd not thought about women as lovers since she parted company with Judy twenty years previously. Could she? Did she dare?

Sally emptied her bladder, then took a complimentary toothbrush from the stand and squeezed a blob of toothpaste from the mini pack on the wash basin. She started the shower, then stepped into the hot water still brushing her teeth.

Nandi climbed from the bed and wandered to the bathroom. Sally was washing her hair under the powerful spray, her pert breasts jigging with the motion. Nandi squatted on the toilet peeing noisily. She wiped and flushed, then stood watching Sally.

"Come in, there's room for two," Sally said. Pushing the glass door open.

Nandi hesitated. This could get out of hand. She had her career to think of - her reputation. She walked to the open shower door, waiting to see if the offer was real.

Sally reached out and took Nandi's hand, pulling her into the large, rectangular cubicle. The warm water felt so good on Nandi's skin.

Sally closed the shower door and smiled at her friend. "Are we going to assume we did, or we didn't?" she asked.

"I don't know," Nandi said. "I mean, I've never - done it. Well, not until now, if we even did. Have you, you know, done it?"

"Why are you afraid to say it, Nandi," Sally said, soaping her breasts and teasing her nipples. "It's fucking. If there's no cock involved, then there are fingers and tongues. It's still fucking. And, yes, I've fucked girls before. Do you think we did it?"

Nandi sighed. "I don't know. If we did, no one can know, Sally. I've got my career to think of."

"Well, that's kind of a double standard, isn't it? You applaud your daughter experimenting with her sexuality, yet you repress your own desires."

"Are they my desires? I see the way you look at my body, Sally. Maybe it was you that came on to me."

"Woah!" Sally said. "Are you accusing me of raping you?"

Nandi looked horrified. "No! Oh, Sally, come here." Nandi reached for her friend, drawing her into a hug. Their wet, soapy breasts collided and squished together as Sally wrapped her arms around Nandi.

"I'm sorry," Nandi said, pulling back to look into Sally's eyes. She reached forward and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. "I didn't mean to imply that at all. This," she said, nodding to their touching breasts, "Feels sexy. I could do things with you, I know I could. Maybe I already have. But should I?"

"It's your call, Nan," Sally said, rinsing her body and stepping out of the shower. "I'll be here if you decide you want me."

Nandi finished her shower in silence, though Sally was drying herself only a short distance away. Why did she seem to want to control her desire to go further with Sally? She encouraged her own daughter to follow her heart with Sally's daughter. Why was she different?

By the time Nandi had dried herself, Sally was dressed in her party frock and was heading for the door.

"I'd better get back to my room," she said. "The girls may be looking for me."

"Wait," Nandi said. She crossed the room, still naked, and placed her hands on Sally's shoulders. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Nandi flicked her tongue out, meeting Sally's between her plump lips.

"I'm really thinking about it. OK?"

"OK," Sally said, smiling. "See you later."

* * *

Maisie and Zephyr left their family room hand-in-hand and made their way to the room next door. Zeff knocked and waited.

"Maybe she's gone to breakfast," Maisie said when there was no reply. "Let's go and see if my mum's up."

The two girls waited as the elevator doors opened, then Maisie pressed the button to take them down a floor. Maisie had a key card for her mother's room, so she knocked, then swiped the card and entered.

"Did you forget something?" came a voice from the bathroom.

"What do you mean, Mum?" Maisie said.

Nandi emerged dressed in a black bra and pantie set and looked flustered for a moment. "Oh, um, Sally was just here. I thought it was her coming back."

"Why was she here?" Zeff asked.

"Just checking up on me. We had rather a lot to drink last night. How was your night?"

"OK." Maisie said. "Gayle and Terry were wired. It took ages to get them to sleep."

"Where are they now? We should go down for breakfast."

"Still sleeping," Zeffie said. "We can go and get them up and dressed if you're nearly ready."

"OK," Nandi said, "Let's meet in the dining room in twenty minutes."

* * *

Zeff and Maisie shepherded the two bleary-eyed kids into the dining room thirty minutes later. Both were weary after their day of excitement and a late night. Terry ran to Nandi and hugged her before sitting next to her. Gayle gave Sally a kiss on the cheek and sat opposite Terry.

"What's wrong with you two?" Gayle said as Zeff and Maisie took their seats.

"Us? What do you mean?" Sally said.

"You both look guilty."

"Guilty of what?" Nandi said, glancing at Sally.

"We both had too much to drink last night," Sally said. "Not a very good example for you kids."

"Hmm," Gayle said. "If you say so."

"Here's the happy couple," Nandi said, as Storm and Alan approached the large table where they were seated.

"It was a lovely day, Storm," Zeffie said.

"Yes, congratulations, Mr and Mrs Thomson," Maisie added.

"Thank you all for making our wedding day special," Alan said.

Zeffie leant over to her sister, whispering in her ear. "How was it?"

Storm's soppy smile said it all. "Three times!" she whispered. "I can barely walk."

Zeffie dissolved into giggles, and Storm joined her. "What's so funny?" Gayle asked.

"You're a bit young, Gayle," Zeff said.

"Hmmph! Sex stuff again, huh? I'm eleven on Tuesday you know."

* * *

"That was your last client for the day, Ms Xaba." Nandi's admin assistant gave her his disarming smile.

"Thank you, Art."

"You have a full morning tomorrow, but the afternoon is somewhat better. You have Gayle's birthday party at four this afternoon. If you need a change of clothes, I suggest you should leave soon."

"Damn! I haven't got a present yet. What do you buy a girl that's eleven, going on twenty?"

Art reached under his desk, stood, and handed Nandi a carrier bag. "My first makeup set?" he said, grinning. "If it's not appropriate, I can return it. The receipt is in the bag."

"Art, that's the perfect gift. How did you know, I mean you're..."

"What? A man? Only twenty years old? Gay? I have a niece that's twelve." Nandi stared. "Oh, come on. I don't exactly hide my sexuality."

"Thank you for telling me, Art. I'm honoured you felt you could confide in me. The gift is perfect. I'll reimburse you tomorrow."

"There's a card and wrapping paper in there too. Have a fun party, Ms Xaba."

"You can call me Nandi, Art. I've never insisted on formality."

"I prefer to address you professionally at work, but thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."

* * *

Nandi had put on a pretty cotton dress in yellow that came to mid thigh. She'd wrapped the present and written the card. Art really was a godsend. She'd have to see about a pay review for him soon.

Sally met her at the door, the sound of a herd of excited ten and eleven-year-olds coming from behind her. Nandi's own two kids would be here already, having followed Sally's children home from school.

"Welcome to the madhouse," Sally said, kissing her cheek. Nandi squeezed her friend and felt a tingle of excitement at the touch of Sally's lips on her skin. It still nagged at her. Did they, or didn't they?

"Where's the birthday girl?" she asked. "I come bearing gifts."

Sally ushered her through. "Gayle! Aunty Nandi's here."

The skinny girl ran over, hugging Nandi and smiling in anticipation of the bag in her hand. "Hi Aunty Nandi."

"Happy birthday, Gayle," she said, handing over the gift and card. "I hope you like it."

Gayle ripped open the card, reading the verse before hugging Nandi. She tore at the wrapping of her gift and her mouth hung open in awe. "Oh, Wow! Oh, Aunty Nandi, thank you," she said hugging the small makeup set to her chest. "Will you show me how to wear it?"

"Of course, though maybe Storm or Zeffie might be better. Black skin takes makeup differently you know?"

Gayle thought about that, then hugged her again. "I'll ask Zeff," she said, running off to find her sister.

"Thank you for that, Nan. She's so delighted," Sally said.

"You're OK with it? She's not too young?"

"No. Gayle is so grown up. Now she'll feel like it too. Fancy a coffee? Storm and Zeff are organising games in the garden, so we have a moment of peace."

Nandi watched as Sally boiled the kettle and measured out the coffee into the cafetière. Yes. There was an attraction there. Sally was her best friend and she'd loved her in that capacity for many years. Her body was fit and trim, and she was obviously keen on a physical relationship with Nandi.

Nandi walked up behind Sally as she poured the coffees. She wrapped her arms around Sal's waist and laid her head against her neck.

"Have you thought any more about our 'forgotten' night of passion?" Sally asked.

"Yes, I have."

Sally turned, passing a mug to Nandi. The two women stood looking out of the window at twenty or so kids having a ball in the back garden. Sal placed her coffee on the counter and took Nandi's cup from her hand, setting it beside her own. She stepped close to her friend, faces inches apart. Sally tilted her head to the left and kissed Nandi.

A jolt ran through Nandi's body. This was right. This feeling of longing shouldn't be denied. Her lips parted allowing Sal's tongue to battle with hers. She slid her hands down Sally's back, grasping her plump buttocks and pulling her close. Sally's thigh pushed between hers, and suddenly her thinly clad pussy was rubbing on her friend's leg. Sally gasped, and Nandi knew she was experiencing the same feeling.

"You've thought about us being together?" Sally said, breaking the kiss.

"Yes. Have you?"

"Yeah, lots. Are you feeling it too?"

Nandi ground her pussy against Sal's leg. "I wouldn't be humping you like a horny bulldog if not," she said, grinning. "I want to see if we work together as lovers like we do as friends."

Neither heard any sound as their lips met again, so they were startled to hear Gayle's voice from the kitchen doorway.

"I came to show you my makeup, but I guess you're busy," she said.

"Gayle... we were..." Sally began.

"Snogging," Gayle said. "Is this what was making you two look so guilty at Storm's wedding? Is that when it began?"

Sally's mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out. Nandi jumped in.

"Yes, Gayle, we got closer after Storm's wedding. We are going to see if we want a relationship together. How do you feel about that?"

"It's not like it's a shock. I mean I have to put up with Zeff and Maisie snogging all the time. I guess having a lezzie mum is not that bad. Nothing to feel guilty about, anyway."

"I love your makeup," Sally said, finally finding her voice and crouching down to her youngest daughter's level. Who did it for you?"

Gayle grinned at the attention. "Zeffie. She says I have high cheekbones, or something. Apparently that's good."

"You are beautiful, Gayle," Nandi said, pulling out her phone. "Can I take a photo?"

Gayle posed, hand on hip while Nandi snapped a couple of shots.

"I'll leave you to finish what you were doing," Gayle said, turning to leave. "Thank you for the present, Aunty Nandi."

"You're welcome, Gayle."

"OK, so that happened," Sally said. "I guess she'll tell everyone."

Nandi shrugged. "If we're doing this, I'm going all in. I'm not hiding our relationship."

Sally kissed her again. "What changed your tune?"

"Maisie and Zeff. If they can be out and proud, why can't I?" Nandi looked out of the kitchen window and sipped her coffee. "Uh-oh, Gayle's having a serious chat with Terry out there."

"Talking about us, I guess."

"Look. She's poking him in the chest with her finger. I don't think I've ever seen those two argue," Nandi said. "Wait, she's coming in."

As the two women watched, Gayle grabbed Terry's hand and dragged him towards the kitchen.

"We had a chat," Gayle announced as she pulled Nandi's youngest into the kitchen. "I'm eleven now, so Terry is my boyfriend."

"Um, congratulations," Sally said.

"But no kissing and stuff," Terry said. "That'd be gross."

"Yeah, gross," Gayle said. "We'll hold hands and stuff. That's all."

"Very wise," Nandi said. "Thanks for telling us. I guess I should tell you that Aunty Sally is going to be my girlfriend, then."

Terry looked from one to the other. "Really? That'd be so cool. Um, are you telling people?"

"Are you?" Sally said. Terry glanced at Gayle, then nodded. "Then so are we."

Terry rushed to Nandi and hugged her, then went to Sally, giving her a hug too. Gayle hugged them both, then hugged Terry. She pulled back, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey! You said no kissing," he complained. Gale took him by the hand, leading him out of the kitchen. "I'm your girlfriend now," she said. "You have to do as I say."

* * *

"Together, huh?" Zeffie said, her arm around Maisie as she digested their mothers' news. "Well, good luck to you. You both deserve someone to love. Why not each other."

"Yeah, go for it," Maisie said.

"Storm was very supportive, too," Sally said. "We're very lucky to have such accepting kids. Are you OK if Nandi stays the night?"

"Of course," Maisie giggled. "Terry and Gayle are already asleep. Goodnight, Mum."

Maisie and Zeffie kissed their mothers and headed to bed. Nandi looked at Sally and smiled.

"I guess it's time to find out, huh?"

They switched off the appliances and locked all the doors, then climbed the stairs. Sally closed the bedroom door behind them, then pulled Nandi into her arms. The kiss lasted a long time with numerous stops to remove items of clothing. Soon both women were down to bras and panties. Sally reached behind Nandi's back, unfastening her black bra. Nandi held the cups in place for a second, then shrugged the garment off. Her pendulous brown tits swayed on her chest. Sally reached up with a finger, circling the coal-black nipple until it hardened. She pinched the stiff nub, then lowered her mouth to suckle on her friend's ample chest.

Nandi groaned. "I love my tits played with. Yes! Just bite, gently. Unngh! Like that."

Sal reached behind her, releasing her own breasts. Nandi watched as Sal cupped her firm little tits, offering them to her new lover. Nandi needed no second invitation, bending to take a firm, pink, nipple in her mouth.

"Suck, Nan. Really hard. Uh-huh. Like that."

Once Nandi had devoured both of Sal's hard little breasts, she pulled Sal to the king-sized bed. She lay back and beckoned to her friend.

"You've done this before. Show me what you want me to do to you. I promise to be a quick learner."

Sally smiled and crawled up the bed. She hooked her fingers into the waist of Nan's panties and slipped them down her long legs. Nandi spread her legs wide and stroked her fingers over her furry mound. Sally moved her face closer, taking in the smell of Nandi's Chanel perfume, and under it, the spicy scent of her excitement. Nan gasped as Sal's fingers parted her labia, revealing her pink interior. A warm, wet tongue met her engorged nether lips and Nandi sighed. "Feels good," she whispered.

Sal drove her tongue into her lover's pussy, then flicked up to find her emerging clitoris. She felt strong thighs tighten around her head, then relax as Nandi thrust her hips up, wanting more of the pleasure Sal was providing. Two fingers wormed their way into the black woman's hole, seeking, and finding, the rough patch on the roof of her vagina. Nandi stiffened and gasped, then grabbed Sal's hair, pulling her mouth back to her clit. Demanding more.

"Right there! Right there, Baby. Oh, fuck, YES!" Nandi's hips bucked as Sal felt her inner muscles squeezing her intruding fingers. As Nandi came down from her high, Sally began to pump her fingers rapidly. He lips sucked the throbbing clit into her mouth as her tongue flicked and teased her new love.

"Sal, no, I can't go again. I've never... Jesus fucking Christ! I'm cumming again!"

When Nandi regained her senses, Sal was lying beside her, her fingers tracing circles on her sweat drenched belly.

"What did you do? I can't cum more than once, Babe."

Sally smiled. "You just did." She sucked the fingers of her right hand. "God, you're fucking sexy, Nan."

"I want to do you, now," Nandi said, pushing Sal onto her back. "Teach me what you like."

Soon, the black lawyer's tongue was busy between Sal's legs. Sally squirmed and squeaked as her friend drove her to a peak. She felt wetness between her legs and knew she'd squirted a little. Nandi's face appeared, wet with her spending. "You came on me," she said.

"I'm sorry, it happens very rarely, Nan."

"That is such a turn-on! I want to make you do that again," Nandi said, diving back to torture Sal's pussy some more. Fingers entered her soaking slit, plunging in and out as soft lips caressed her clit once more. "Cum for me," she said, pausing her oral ministrations.

"Faster. Harder," Sal demanded. "I'm there... I'm there!" Her body stiffened then seemed to spasm, her back arching, toes curling as she jerked and moaned.

"Can you go again?" Nan said, her fingers resuming there rapid fucking of Sal's dripping cunt.

"I think... I want... Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, yes."

A finger found Sal's clit and began a frantic frigging at the swollen bud. "Cumming!" Sal wailed as she lost consciousness.

* * *

The fingers on Sally's right breast teased and pinched as she woke. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Seven-thirty. I guess we need to get up and get the kids to school," Nandi said. "Last night..."

Sal tuned over to face her lover. "Uh-huh?"

"Last night was the most amazing sex of my life. I've never cum twice. I've never cum so hard." She pulled Sally into a kiss. "I've never felt so loved, after."

"Same," Sally said. "You literally fucked me unconscious. I mean, nobody ever did that. Are we a 'thing' now?"

Nandi smiled. "Yep. You play with my thing, and I'll play with your thing."

* * *

"Morning," Zeffie mumbled as she slouched into the kitchen. Maisie, a few steps behind her, merely grunted.

"Did you not sleep well?" Nandi asked.

"No. There seemed to be a lot of squealing and grunting last night. Kept us awake," Maisie said, pulling bowls from the cupboard and setting one in front of Zeffie before sitting herself. Zeff poured cereal into both bowls, Maisie added milk.

"Sorry," Sally said, blushing. "We'll try to keep the noise down." Gayle and Terry came in, giggling. "Did we keep you awake too?" Sally asked.

Gayle opened her hand to show four small yellow shapes. "Are we the only ones with sense enough to buy earplugs?" she asked. She took the cereal that Zeff passed her and sat down. "We need bowls, Terry."

Terry nodded and retrieved the crockery and two spoons before sitting next to Gayle.

Nandi was glad that no more was said about her night of passion with Sally. She'd brought her kids up to know about the workings of relationships, and Maisie's sexuality had highlighted the need for sex education, but her own sex life probably made them uncomfortable.

The dishes were cleared and the youngsters dressed by just after eight-thirty, then Sally drove them to their schools while Nandi headed for her office.

* * *

Art smiled at the woman sitting in the waiting area, gathered a sheaf of papers, then tapped on his boss's door before stepping into her office.

"Good morning, Ms Xaba. How was the birthday party?"

"It went well thanks, Art. Oh, here is money for the gift. It was a real hit." she passed him thirty pounds.

"That's too much, Ms Xaba. I'll get you change."

"It's fine, Art. I don't doubt you went and bought it in your own time." She reached for the papers in his hand. "Are these all for signing?"

"Yes, Check them for errors first," he said.

"I don't need to," Nandi said. "You don't make errors."

Art smiled. "Your nine o'clock is waiting. The delightful Mrs Stevenson."

"The infuriating Mrs Stevenson," Nandi said. "She's not wanting to change her will again, is she?"

"I'm afraid so. I'll show her in."

Nandi closed her eyes and shook her head, then stood to greet the elderly woman.

It was almost eleven when Nandi got rid of the widow, and she blew out a frustrated breath as the door of her office opened. Art smiled and set a take-away cup on her desk. "Double shot, semi-skimmed latte," he said.

"Do you have one?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms Xaba, on my desk."

"If you have a minute, bring it in here please."

Art retrieved his drink, then sat opposite his boss. "What do we pay you, Art?"

"Just shy of twenty-eight thousand, Ms Xaba."

"I see. Just to let you know, I'll be speaking to HR today, with a view to raising that substantially. Your work is flawless, and I enjoy working with you. You're efficient, trustworthy, and hard working. I wouldn't want to lose you, Art."

"It's unlikely that you'll lose me, Ms Xaba, but a raise would be most welcome. Jerry and I are just negotiating the purchase of our first home together."

"Your partner?"

"Husband," Art said, flashing a gold band on his third finger. Nandi had never noticed it before.

"You'll use Wallis, Perry & Connor for your conveyancing, of course?"

"Yes, I've spoken to Mr Connor already."

"Tell him to charge you only costs," Nandi said. "And thank you for the coffee."

* * *

"Hi, Sis," Zeffie said, looking up from the homework that was spread across her bed. Gayle wandered over and sat on the bed beside her sister. "Where's Terry?"

"At home, I guess," Gayle said.

"Did you fall out with your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend any more. We're better off as friends."

Zeff slid closer to Gayle and put an arm around her. "You want to tell me about it?"

"He fancies Jeela, not me. It was a stupid idea. I saw mum and Aunty Nandi together as I thought I wanted someone too. We're still friends."

Zephyr hugged the skinny blonde. "But you're sad about it, aren't you? There will be other boys. What about the boy that was pulling your hair?"

"Ryan? He's a dork. Good for a giggle but... Yuk! No!"

Zeff pulled Gayle to her feet. "You need a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. Come on."

"What? Where?"

"Khaos. There's a bus in ten minutes."

Gayle nodded towards the pile of papers. "But you have homework."

"My little sister's more important. Get your coat."

* * *

"Two hot chocolates with the works, please," Zeff said, pulling Gayle up to the counter at Khaos Koffee.

"Hi you two. What brings you into town?" Storm said, as she set about making the drinks.

"Gayle got dumped. We're drowning our sorrows."

"Take a seat, I'll bring them over."

Storm soon appeared with the drinks, crouching down to Gayle's level to speak to her little sister.

"You need to talk about it?" she asked.

"I talked to Zeff. Terry and I are still going to be friends, it's just that he fancies Jeela Khan more than me."

"Harsh! You want me to beat him up?" Storm said.

Gayle giggled. "No. We're friends. OK?"

Storm nodded and left. Gayle had just take a spoonful of the whipped cream from her drink when Storm returned. "Chocolate cake," she said, setting a plate in front of each of the girls. She ruffled Gayle's hair. "Love you, kid."

Zeff watched her little sister take a big mouthful of the cake, and smile.

* * *

Sally sat in the gallery of the courtroom clutching Nandi's hand as Paul Davies was led into the room. He kept his eyes on the floor, never looking up at the occupants of the room. Sally was grateful. She wanted nothing to do with him, though she wanted to see justice done today.

She'd been prepared to testify against him, though she'd dreaded the thought that her two youngest girls might be forced to relive that awful day when he abducted them and crashed the car.

She'd been relieved when the police contacted her to tell her that Paul had changed his plea to guilty. He was simply here to be sentenced, today.

"All stand for the honourable Edward Collins," the usher called.

The judge swept into the room and took his seat.

"Killer Collins, they call him," Nandi whispered. "He won't go easy in your ex."

Sally squeezed her hand as the courtroom sat.

The court clerk stood, clearing his throat. "Paul Percival Davies, you are charged with assault, violation of a restraining order, abduction, driving whilst under the influence of drink and drugs, possession of a class A drug, and dangerous driving. How do you plead to these charges?"

Sally watched Paul finally raise his head. "I plead guilty on all charges."

Judge Collins placed his spectacles on his nose and peered at his notes. "A litany of charges indeed. I sentence you to prison at Her Majesty's pleasure..."

He began a list of charges for each offence, commenting on the severity of some of the crimes. Sally squeezed Nandi's hand as he reached the end of his speech.

"I, therefore, sentence you to twenty years in prison with a recommendation that you not be considered for parole before you have served thirteen years."

Sally exhaled a breath that she didn't realise she was holding. "Twenty years," she whispered.

"He deserves it for what he did to Zeff and Gayle," Nandi said. "He'll be out in thirteen, if he keeps his nose clean."

Sally nodded. "Can we go, please? I've seen enough, Nan."

Nandi led her to the stairs and they made their way out of the room. As they reached the door, Sally looked back. Paul was being led from the stand. He glanced up. Meeting her gaze for a moment. Sally thought there might have been some regret in his eyes as he was jerked forward by the guard and taken down to the cells.

* * *

Sally was seated at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. Nandi sat beside her, sipping her own drink.

"It's all over now," she said. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."

Sally sniffled, turning to her lover. "How did he turn into that man, Nandi?"

"Mid-life crisis, I guess. Younger lover, fast car, a new drug habit, I've seen cases much like Paul's before. If the hussy didn't have a cocaine habit, maybe it would just have been an affair, but he's obviously quite a weak man, underneath it all."

"Doing that to his own children, though. He could have killed them."

Nandi set down her cup reached over to slip her arm around Sally's shoulders. "That's why he got such a long sentence, Sal, but the kids are both fine now. Put it behind you. You'll probably never see him again."

Sal turned and kissed Nandi. "I hope not. I spoke to Zeff and Gayle. They have no intention of visiting him in the near future. I guess I'm a single parent, now."

Nandi squeezed her lovers shoulder. "No, we're a blended family with five children, though Storm's flown the nest. We'll manage together. OK?"

Sal nodded, wiping away a tear. "Thank you."

She thought for a moment. "Do you mean moving in together, Nan?"

"Let's give it a few months, huh? Why not, though. I'm rattling around in that five-bedroom place with just the two kids. There's room for us all."

Sally smiled. "Sounds good. Thanks for all your support. I love you."

Nandi kissed her again. "You saw me through my divorce, Sal. Now it's my turn to repay the favour." She gazed into Sally's eyes. "I love you, too, you know."

* * *

Nandi shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Since Sally had moved into her house, the house that they all shared now, their sex life had taken on a new dimension. Her pussy still ached a little from the shafting she'd received from the new strap-on that Sal had bought online.

She looked up from her papers as a knock came to her door. Art's neatly coiffed head appeared.

"May I come in?"

"Of course, Art. What's the problem?"

Art nodded towards the ceiling. "Your presence is requested on the fourth floor, Ms Xaba."

"Mr Perry?"

Art nodded. "You're to report to his office ASAP." He reached into his shirt pocket, producing a small Dictaphone he used for taking correspondences. "Take this with you. The record button is this red one, here."

Nandi took the tiny machine. "You know what this is about?"

"Officially, no, but be on your guard. Old Theo is apparently in a vile mood."

Nandi stopped in the corridor and pressed the record button before dropping the device into her breast pocket. She knocked and entered the outer office.

"Ms Xaba. Please take a seat. Mr Perry shouldn't be long," his secretary, Doreen Childs said, indicating the trio of chairs against the wall.

"I was told this was urgent," Nandi said. She'd seen Perry's power games before. "I can come back later."

Doreen seemed flustered. "No, no. I'll let him know you're here. I'm sure he won't keep you waiting long."

Nandi stood beside the secretary's desk, perusing the art on the walls. She had no intention of sitting and waiting for the old goat. Though he was the senior partner, and a founder of the firm, he was now in his mid seventies and did very little actual work any more.

There was a pause after Doreen pressed the button on the intercom and announced Nandi's arrival. Her eye was caught by a flashing red light on a device on the ceiling of the office.

"Cameras?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms Xaba. Mr Perry is intending to have them installed in all the offices soon," Doreen said.

There was a crackle from the intercom. "Yes, yes. Send her in."

Nandi walked to the door of the inner office and rapped on it twice before entering. Perry was a small man, a few inches shorter than Nan's five foot six. He glanced up at her. "Come in, come in. Sit."

Nandi had always disliked his abrupt manner and his high pitched, reedy voice. She walked to one of the chairs sitting so that Theo Perry's desk lamp was between him and her. He sighed and wheeled his chair to the left to get a clear view of her.

"What can I do for you, Mr Perry?"

He hummed and hawed. Nandi was glad she had little to do with him. She'd been brought onboard by the other founding partner, Ted Wallis. A great mentor, Ted had died of a massive stroke just a year ago.

"Well, certain things have come to my attention and I'm not happy about it," he said.

"Might I know what are these things that have displeased you? I'm sure that all of my work has been to the highest standard."

"Yes, yes." He waved a hand dismissively. "It's come to my attention that you are co-habiting with another woman. This is a grave breach of the morality clause in your contract. I can't let a partner in my firm engage in such disgusting behaviour. I'm afraid that we're going to have to let you go."

Nandi clenched her fists in her lap and glared at the old man.

"You are aware that we are equal opportunity employers, Mr Perry?"

"What? Yes, yes."

So you're aware that this business cannot discriminate against any employee or partner on the grounds of gender, race, religion, or sexuality?"

"This is my company, dammit, I started this firm..."

"You and Ted Wallis started this firm, Mr Perry."

He glared at Nandi's interruption. "It was Wallis that persuaded me that it would look good to have a woman on staff. It was him, again, who suggested that having a black person working with us was also a benefit. Well, I've gone as far as I'm going to go down that road. I draw the line at a damned lesbian. You're fired!"

Nandi managed to hide her smile. "I'll wait for my letter of dismissal, with all the reasons for my being let go listed clearly, then."

Perry searched his top drawer, briefly, finding a brown envelope. "Here. I don't have to give reasons, Ms Xaba. You have breached the morality clause in your contract. That's all you need to know."

Nandi took the letter from his outstretched hand, tore it open and read the short letter. Doreen must have typed this up. That would account for Art knowing of it's contents. The two were close friends.

"I'll clear my desk immediately, Mr Perry. You'll be hearing from my legal representative in due course."

"That'll do you no good, Ms Xaba. I am prepared to give you a letter of recommendation, should you need one. Your work is very satisfactory, but your morals disgust me."

Nandi turned and left the office without another word. She paused at Doreen's desk.

"I'm so sorry, Ms Xaba. You don't deserve this."

Nandi patted the small blonde's shoulder. "Just make sure nothing happens to the video footage of that meeting, Doreen. That's all I ask."

"I'll save it for you now, if you like. I have a spare flash drive here."

Nandi waited the few minutes it took to transfer the video file, then took the drive from Doreen's shaking hand.

"It's video only, Ms Xaba. No sound."

Nandi pulled the small Dictaphone from her pocket, pressed the stop button, and smiled.

"Thank you, Doreen."

* * *

"He did what?!" Sally shouted.

"Here, read it for yourself," Nandi said, handing her the letter.

"Immorality? What the fuck? What will you do?"

"I've spoken to my old friend, Jim Brake. He's sending a letter to all the partners, advising them that we will be suing them for racial, gender, and sexual discrimination. Frankly, we're going to take them to the cleaners. Old Theo appears to have lost it this time."

"Will we be OK?" Sally asked. "I mean, my wages are a fraction of yours. I only work part-time."

"We'll be fine, Sal. Don't worry," Nan said, pulling her girlfriend into a hug. "We have savings."

"You have savings, Nan."

"No, we have savings. We're a couple, remember? Now, it looks like we have time for a nap before the kids get home from school."

Sal grinned. "A nap? Are you tired, Nan?"

"Well, no, but let's go to bed anyway."

* * *

Sally lay panting on the bed. Her pussy still tingling from Nandi's assault on it minutes earlier.

She rolled towards her lover, claiming a kiss, tasting her juices on Nandi's lips. She rolled one of Nan's fat, black nipples between her thumb and forefinger, lifting the heavy breast until her tight grip failed and Nandi's boob flowed back across her chest.

"Unnngh! Fuck me, Sal."

Sally tweaked the nipple again. "Mouth, fingers, or Mr Big?" she giggled, referring to the recently purchased strap-on cock.

"Your mouth, Baby. Please."

Sally leaned in, taking a stiff nipple in her mouth while her fingers trailed over Nan's soft belly to her little black thatch of fur. Two fingers spread the dark lips, while a third delved into her already slippery channel.

Sal slipped down the bed, her mouth reaching her lover's musky slit and tasting her salty spice.

"Clit, Baby. Clit!"

"Now, now. You can't be greedy, Nan. You'll have to wait until I find it."

Sal suckled on the flaps of Nan's labia as her fingers withdrew, then her tongue plunged into her friend's centre.

"Aww, God!"

"Nice, Baby?"

"My clit! Please."

Sal tongue slipped downwards, trailing over the bottom of Nan's slit and slithering towards her crinkled ass. "Is it down here?"

Nandi grabbed her lover's hair and dragged her face up. She pressed her mouth over her throbbing pleasure button.

"Clit. Make me cum, Sal."

"Somebody's impatient," Sally mumbled. She sucked the stiff little nub into her mouth and flicked at the tip with her tongue. Nandi's body twitched, her hips jerking in time to Sal's insistent tongue movements.

Two wet fingers slit into Nandi's cunt as she climbed the peak to her orgasm. She felt something else pressing at her asshole. A pinkie finger? It penetrated he and she groaned.

"Gonna cum for me, Baby? Sal whispered. "Gonna gush all over me?"

Nandi's groan became a whine, then a panting grunt as her clit was suckled and digits invaded her holes. She was sweating now, her body barely under her control as she writhed and spasmed on the bed.

"Cumming!" she wailed as Sal pressed three fingers into her dripping snatch and began to pump furiously.

"Gaaahhh!" Nandi's wail slowly quieted as she spiralled down from her high. Her tense hips slackened and her legs splayed lewdly. Sally pulled her fingers from her friend and reached up to press them into her mouth.

"Kinky bitch!" Nandi said, sucking her spending from Sal's hand. "God, sex is so fucking great with you."

"Likewise," Sal said, sliding up to cuddle with Nandi. "Best sex ever."

* * *

Sally must have dozed off as a sharp knock to the bedroom door wakened her.

"Hmm?"

"Get up, Lazy bones," came Zeffie's voice from outside the door. "Gayle and me have made sausage casserole. It'll be ready in ten minutes."

"What time is it?"

She heard Zeff giggle. "Almost five. Gayle needs a lift to guitar lessons after dinner. Up, both of you!"

* * *

"So you lost your job?" Maisie asked as they cleared the dishes.

"In one way, yes," Nandi said. "But they've handed me the easiest lawsuit ever. I'm going to wipe the floor with them."

"If you need me to stop my guitar lessons, I don't mind," Gayle said.

Nandi hugged the tiny blonde girl. "You don't need to give up anything, Gayle. We'll be fine. Just

don't worry about it. We have savings, and your mum is still working. Hey, it's time you were off to your lesson, Isn't it?"

Gayle picked up her guitar case as Sally collected the car keys from the hook by the door.

"Come on, Rock Star. Let's go."

Zeffie sat beside Nandi as Maisie and Terry washed the dishes. "Keep an eye on Gayle," she said. "She's getting some racist, homophobic shit at her school, about you and mum. She's pretty tough, but one kid is picking on her."

"Who?" Nandi asked.

"Phil Cousins."

"The Head Teacher's son. Surely he'll come down hard on that?"

Zeff shook her head. "Where do you think Phil learned it? Just be aware. Maisie and I are talking to her, but it's hard 'cos she's still at junior school. I'll be glad when she moves up to secondary school, next year, with us."

"Thanks for letting me know, Zeff. You're a godsend."

"A godsend? Me and Maisie heard you praying earlier when we came home."

Nandi looked puzzled. "Praying? Me?"

Zeff stood up and headed for the kitchen to help Maisie and Terry. "Oh God! Oh God!" she giggled.

"Brat!" Nandi shouted, chasing after the hysterical girl.

* * *

Nandi picked up her phone and swiped to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Nandi? It's Art."

"Art. You finally called me by my name. It's good to hear from you. Are you OK?"

"Well, I don't work for you any more, so I guess I can be less formal," Art chuckled. "The shit is really hitting the fan, here. Old Theo had been sent home and told not to come in to the office any more. Doreen and I have handed in our notice, citing homophobic pressure from management, and John Connor is tearing his hair out trying to take on your case load. The two junior partners are getting very twitchy, and two of the salaried solicitors have hinted that they are looking for employment elsewhere."

"You and Doreen have given notice? Why?" Nandi said.

"Hostile environment for LGBTQ employees. If he'll sack a partner, we don't feel safe here either."

"Doreen? Isn't she married?" Nandi said.

"Don't make assumptions, Nandi. Doreen identifies as bisexual. Connor is climbing the walls here. I assume you're suing Perry?"

Nandi sighed. "Yes. Jim Brake is representing me. You should contact him, too. I think you and Doreen have a very good case."

"We'll do that. Listen. This didn't come from me, but they're talking about offering you an out of court settlement. They can't afford for this to go to trial. Perry so obviously breached the Partnership Agreement."

"It'd better be a large sum, then. I'm not coming back."

"What will you do, then," Art asked.

"Set up on my own. I've got some standing in the legal community. I think I could strike out on my own."

"Let me know if you do. I'll be looking for work soon. Listen, I've got to go. Connor's on the warpath. I'll ring you in a few days."

"OK, bye, Art."

* * *

Gayle closed the front door of the house as quietly as she could and headed for the stairs.

She muttered a curse as her mother called to her.

"Gayle? Is that you?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you coming to say hello?" Sally walked through from the kitchen, drying her hands.

"What on earth happened to you?"

Gayle shook her curls across her face, trying to hide the damage. "I got in a fight."

"Who with? Why?" Sally asked inspecting her youngest daughter's face. "You've got a black eye and your cheek is cut. Come into the kitchen. We need to clean you up." She caught Gayle cradling her right hand and pulled it free to see why. The skin on her knuckles was grazed and covered in dried blood.

"What the heck happened, Gayle?"

Gayle sat on a kitchen chair as her mum began to fuss over her wounds.

"A kid was saying bad stuff about you and Aunty Nandi. He called you dykes and said Aunty Nandi was a lezzie ni**er. He punched me."

"He punched you??"

Gayle stared at the floor. "Yeah, so I hit him back... A few times."

"Have you reported him to the teachers?"

"No point. You'll get a phone call about it soon, I expect."

Sally had just finished applying antiseptic to Gayle's cuts, when her phone rang.

* * *

Nandi and Sally sat outside the head teacher's office, waiting. Nandi was smiling.

"What's funny, Nan? This is serious."

"Play it cool, Sal. Introduce me as your girlfriend, don't let on that I'm representing you. I want to see how deep a hole he'll dig himself into."

The office door opened. "Mr Cousins will see you now," the secretary said, stepping out of the room.

The two women walked in.

"Take a seat, Mrs Davies. Who is this with you?"

"This is my girlfriend. Nandi..."

Cousins never let her finish. "Well, sit, this won't take long. I'm afraid that, given the circumstances, I have no choice but to suspend your daughter, Gayle. The school does not tolerate violence."

"And the other child? I believe he's your son, Mr Cousins. What action will be taken against him?" Nandi asked.

"He was the victim. There will be no action taken against him."

Nandi stood, pacing the small office. "So, you don't tolerate violence, yet your son makes racist and homophobic remarks to Gayle and there are no repercussions against him? I find that rather unfair, Mr Cousins."

"Look, I don't know who you are, but boys will be boys. He may have made some remarks that were misconstrued, but he is not at fault."

"Boys will be boys? Did you really say that?" Nandi asked. "He struck Gayle first after he referred to members of her family using the words 'dyke', and 'Lezzie ni**er'. You're defending this behaviour, Mr Cousins?"

Cousins' face turned red as he stood from his chair. "I will not have some loud-mouthed black woman coming into my school and telling me how to do my job! Who do you think you are?"

Nandi smiled, taking her seat. "Oh, you didn't give me time to introduce myself properly, Mr Cousins. I'm Mrs Davies' partner and legal representative, Nandi Xaba."

Cousins dropped into his chair, his face turning white. "L... legal representative?"

"Yes, I'm a solicitor and I'll be representing Sally in her case against the school. Unless, of course, we can reach an amicable agreement on the matter. Now, what were your words again? Loud-mouthed black woman, was it?"

Cousins back-pedalled rapidly. "I sh-shouldn't have said that, Ms Xaba. I-I apologise. Perhaps I should have words with my son about this matter after all."

Nandi smiled, though there was no humour in it. "Your son will apologise to Gayle, for his language, and for hitting her. She will apologise for hitting him, despite being provoked. If this happens again, we'll be taking the case before the school board to get their opinion on the matter. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, Ms Xaba, Ms Davies. Um, let me show you out. Believe me when I say that there will be no repeat of this behaviour from my son."

"Nor from my daughter, if she is not provoked," Sally said, taking Nandi's hand.

"Goodbye, Mr Cousins."

* * *

"Have I been expelled?" Gayle said as Nan and her mother came into the kitchen. Her eye was now black and blue and half closed.

"No. There will be no punishment. He will apologise to you for his language and for hitting you. You will apologise for hitting him," Sally said.

"But I'm not sorry I hit him!" Gayle said, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"No, I know, but you must meet them half-way, Gayle," Nandi said "Say that you're sorry that you felt you had to resort to violence. That should do it. OK?"

Gayle rubbed at her skinned knuckles and nodded.

"But if it ever happens again, you come straight to me. You understand? The school is on its last warning. Don't lash out, just walk away and call me. Got it?"

"Yes, Mum."

* * *

Nandi opened the letter finding the headed notepaper of Wallis, Perry, and Connor. She scanned the waffle, finally finding the meat of the letter on page two.

'We would appreciate the attendance of yourself and your legal representative at our offices at eleven am on Thursday the twelfth when our senior partner, John Connor, will discuss recompense for the alleged breaches of our contract.'

She dialled Jim Brake's number.

"Jim Brake, please, it's Nandi Xaba calling," she said, when the call was answered. She waited a few moments.

"Nandi? What can I do for you?"

"I got the letter from Connor today. They want a meeting next Thursday at eleven. Can you make that?"

"I'll get Naomi to clear it if there's any conflict of scheduling. Did they give a figure?"

"No. Connor wants to 'discuss recompense for breaches of contract'. We'll have to wait and see what they offer."

"It had better be substantial, Nandi. We've got them by the balls, here. They'll be desperate to avoid court with this one."

"They're already losing staff over this," Nandi said.

"Yes your former PA, Art, and a partner's secretary, Doreen Smith. They've been in touch with me. The dominoes just keep lining up. Off the record, one of the associate solicitors has approached me about a vacancy that we have, too."

"What do you think we're looking at?"

Jim chuckled. "Nothing less than half a million, plus costs."

Nandi was silent for a moment.

"You wanted more?" Jim asked.

"No. I'm surprised by the amount. If we get that, I'll be able to set up on my own. Thanks, Jim. Will I meet you outside the offices on Thursday?

"That'll be great, Nandi. See you then."

* * *

Sally came in from work to find Nandi sitting at the kitchen table reading the letter from her former employers once more. She looked up. "How was work, Sal?" she said, standing to kiss her partner.

"Not too bad. I finally nailed down Kyoto Industries to some good prices on the components we need. The Boss is happy, so I'm happy." She glanced at the letter lying on the table. "You're still worrying about your meeting tomorrow?"

Nandi sighed. "Yeah. I know there is nothing more I can do, and I've done noting wrong, but it's playing on my mind."

Sally embraced her lover and kissed her. "Come with me," she said.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Sally rummaged in the bedside drawer, coming out with a bottle of massage oil. "Right. Strip and lie on the bed," she ordered.

Nandi pouted. "I'll be OK. You don't need to pamper me."

"What if I want to pamper you? Come on, get undressed."

Sally watched as Nandi removed her clothing. Her lover's body was so different to her own. She never tired of watching the voluptuous black woman get naked.

Nandi was stocky to Sally's slim figure. Her breasts were large, pendulous, her hips wide and curvy. Her waist was soft, though not fat. Her strong thighs tapered into muscular calves and surprisingly dainty feet.

Nandi climbed onto their bed and lay face down. Sally quickly stripped to her bra and panties and straddled her lover's thighs. She poured a little oil onto her hand and rubbed it in before spreading it over Nan's tense back muscles.

Nandi groaned as Sal dug her thumbs into the muscles, rotating and pushing at the rigid flesh.

"God, you're so wound up!"

"I know. Thanks for this."

There was silence, punctuated by gasps and soft moans as Sally worked across her shoulders and down to her waist. The black skin glistened as Sal began to massage Nandi's buttocks.

"Are you enjoying touching my ass?" Nan giggled.

"Always."

Nandi was almost asleep when Sal smacked her but. "Roll over."

Nan complied, rolling onto her back. Her breasts spread on her chest, the coal-black nipples wobbling in the centre of the mound of flesh. Sally worked on her lover's shoulders, then down over her magnificent tits.

"You're amazing," Nandi mumbled.

Sally leant forward, bringing her lips to Nandi's. They shared a long kiss as Sally found stiff nipples to play with.

"Spread your legs," Sal whispered.

"Are you going to massage something there?" Nandi chuckled, spreading her thighs.

"Yes, with my tongue."

Nan groaned at Sally licked the length of her slit, then drove her tongue into the pink interior of her partner.

Sally loved to go down on Nan's spicy pussy. She delved and licked, flicked and teased, until Nandi's hips were straining upwards.

"Please?" Nan whimpered.

Sally grinned and sunk two fingers into Nan's swollen opening. She began a slow finger-fucking, lowering her mouth once more to torture her lover's clit.

Strong fingers gripped her hair, pressing her mouth tighter as Nandi began to jerk and quake.

"Gonna cum!"

"Mm hmm," Sal mumbled.

"Sal! Oh, God! Salleeeeee!"

The gush of fluids sprayed over Sal's fingers and face, making her press all the harder.

Nandi finally calmed, pushing Sal's face away form her pulsating cunt.

"Enough!"

Nandi curled in a ball, hand clasped to her tingling pussy as Sal smiled and went to wash her hands and fetch a wash cloth and towel.

"Feeling better, now?" Sal asked as she finished cleaning Nandi's slit. Nan wondered if she'd fallen asleep, or passed out. She didn't remember Sally washing her.

"So much better, love. I need to do something for you, though."

Sal pushed her to the mattress as she tried to sit up.

"Later, or tomorrow. This was for you. Rest, and I'll start dinner. I love you, Nandi Xaba."

Nan smiled and closed her eyes as Sally pulled the duvet over her naked body.

"Thank you," she whispered.

* * *

Nandi took a deep breath as she and Jim Brake were shown into John Connor's office.

"Hello, Nandi," he said, rising to shake her hand. He shook with Jim Brake then motioned them to sit. "This is a sorry state of affairs. I'm sorry for Mr Perry's words and actions. I wish I could take them back," Connor began. "Can we reach some agreement on suitable compensation and get you back to your job, Nandi?"

Jim Brake spoke before Nandi could answer. "Ms Xaba is not seeking reinstatement, Mr Connor. She is seeking a significant settlement from Willis, Perry, and Connor so that she can explore other employment options elsewhere. Does your firm have a figure in mind?"

"N-not coming back?" Connor said, shocked. "The firm is struggling without you, Nandi. We've already lost good staff over this matter, we can't afford to lose you, too."

Nandi spoke for the first time. "Have you seen the transcript of my meeting with Mr Perry? He was insulting, racist and homophobic. I will not be returning here, John. What is your offer?"

Connor was visibly shaken. He shuffled some papers on his desk and pursed his lips. "I am able to offer the sum of two hundred thousand pounds."

Jim laughed and stood up. "I think my client and I should leave, now, before you insult us further, Mr Connor."

"W-wait. How much were you looking for?"

Jim perched on the edge of his seat. "Three quarters of a million."

Connor blanched and stuttered his reply. "Th-that's preposterous! We can't afford that."

"What will the courts award, John?" Nandi said. "You know we have the video footage and audio of that meeting."

"Four hundred thousand," Connor said. "This will break us, Nandi."

"Six," Jim Brake said, taking a pen from his jacket pocket.

"Nandi, please!" Connor said, sweating, now. "Five hundred thousand. The firm will be bankrupt in a week if I offer any more."

Jim glanced at Nandi. She nodded. "My client finds that acceptable. Do you have the necessary papers written up?"

Connor mopped his brow with a pristine white handkerchief. "I'll have it for you in ten minutes, Mr Brake. Excuse me while I attend to that. My PA will bring you coffee in a moment."

Nandi looked at Jim after Connor left. "Were we too hard on him?"

"Putting on the poor mouth? No, I've seem their public accounts. It'll hit them hard, but they'll survive."

The coffee arrived and they'd no sooner taken a sip when Connor returned.

"Please read through this, Mr Brake, I'll be waiting in the outer office."

Jim read the first page, then passed it to Nandi. They read through the entire document, then Jim clipped the pages back together.

"Happy?"

She nodded. "Yes. I'm surprised they've taken it so far, though. Renaming the company to remove Perry's name?"

"This may not go to court, Nan, but it's old news in the law business. If he doesn't do something, his reputation is going to be shot. Wallis is dead, Perry disgraced. Connor and Associates has a ring to it, don't you think?"

Nandi smiled for the first time that morning. "I almost feel sorry for him."

"Don't. Shall we call him back to witness the signature?"

* * *

It was three days later that Nandi met with Jim Brake again, this time at his home.

Jim's wife, Carol, met Nandi and Sally at the door.

"Come in, come in! It's lovely to see you again, Nandi." She hugged Nan and kissed her cheek.

"And this is your girlfriend?"

"Carol Brake, this is Sally Thorne, the love of my life," Nan said, taking Sally's hand.

"Lovely to meet you," Carol said, puling Sal into a hug. "Come through, Jim's just opening the wine for dinner."

Introductions were made to Jim, and Sally felt really comfortable in the young couple's home.

Dinner was wonderful, and they sat in the lounge later, drinking coffee.

"Have you thought any more about your future?" Jim said. "Your compensation has cleared, now, hasn't it?"

"It has," Nandi said. "I'm looking at options."

"May I offer you one more option, then, Nan. I'm looking to expand the practice. We've outgrown our offices, but the top floor of the building just became available. I think I need a full partner to take us forward. None of the associates are in a position to buy in to the business. Would you consider me as a business partner?"

Nandi glanced at Sally, who smiled. "Um, I'd consider it. Do you have anything put together for this? Figures, conditions?"

Jim reached down beside his chair and passed Nandi a folder. "Read through that over the next few days, Nan. Everything is negotiable. I like you, and I think we'd work well together. Talk it over with Sally. Now, who wants more coffee?"

* * *

Sally lay sweating on the bed. Nandi's fingers were still embedded in her drooling slit. The black woman pinched Sal's nipple. Sally jerked and spasmed. "Unngh!"

She moaned as Nandi withdrew her fingers and sucked them dry.

"Dirty bitch," Sal giggled.

Nandi reached down, inserting her fingers into her own well-fucked pussy. Sally had used the strap-on they shared on her not half an hour ago. She pulled the glistening digits out and pressed them into Sal's mouth.

"God, we're such sluts for each other, Nan. I'm so fucking into you."

Nandi lifted the sticky strap-on from the bed beside them. "You were certainly into me with this a while ago. My pussy aches."

Nandi lay back on the bed and Sally snuggled into her side. "Am I too much, Nan?" Sal asked.

"I know I push stuff. The dildos, the strap-on, the butt plug. It was all a bit of a shock to you, wasn't it?"

Nandi cuddled her close, kissing the top of her head. "I never knew you were such a kinky bitch," she said. "But I wouldn't change you for the world. I love you, Sal."

Sally sighed and wriggled still closer to her lover. "Did you think any more about Jim Brake's offer?"

"It's a good deal, Sal. With your approval, I'll take it. Full partnership, my name on the business, and I can onboard my own support staff."

"Take it, Nan. It's not up to me."

Nandi kissed her forehead. "You're my partner, now. It's all joint decisions from here on."

"Will you take Art on again, as your PA?"

"Yes, and Doreen Smith as a secretary. Jim has one of the salaried solicitors from Connor's joining us, too. He'll be working under me. I think it'll all be fine, Sal. I really do."

"Do you get an office on the third floor?"Sal asked.

"Yes, That's where my two hundred thousand buy in is going, to refurbish the new offices."

Sally sat up and straddled Nandi's body. She lay down so they were breast to breast. "I love you, Nandi Xaba," she said, kissing her lover.

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