Kimberly felt his hardness and upon looking down, saw that his penis was no longer flaccid. She knew he was not finished. "Mark, I…"
It was too late. Taking her roughly by the shoulders, Mark pulled Kimberly up from the couch. His hands moving with the urgency of his arousal, he pushed her to the floor. "Get on your hands and knees," he told her, his hands hurriedly guiding her into place.
The carpet burned her knees and the palms of her hands. Kimberly felt Mark parting her ass cheeks. She wanted to protest but there wasn't time. Mark plunged his penis deeply inside of her ass. "Oh,"
she groaned, her eyes tearing with pain.
His hands grasping her waist, Mark rammed his cock in and out of his lover's most tender region. He pulled her toward him while thrusting his hips forward, heightening the sensation of each thrust.
"Ah," he gasped with pleasure, plunging deeply inside of her again and again. Having not allowed her body time to adjust to his size, he panted and strained against the tight vise. "Ooh, you're so tight," he whispered in a husky voice as he continued to slam his groin against her bare ass. For Mark, the sensation was exquisite, much more enjoyable than fucking her pussy. "Yes," he murmured.
Kimberly heard nothing but the sound of their flesh slapping together. She felt Mark's hands reaching underneath her, searching for her breasts. She heard his frustration as her tits swung back and forth out of his reach. When his hands finally seized her, he gripped her breasts so tightly in his hands that she screamed. Her pain made him swell and ride her like a wild stallion. Roaring and bucking, he was determined to tame her.
The memory was so vivid that Kimberly forgot she was in a public restaurant. Her hands drifted down, gently touching her sore muscles.
She was lost in a scene-by-scene replay of last evening. The waiter startled her when he returned to her table.
"Miss, uh Miss…"
Nervously Kimberly glanced up at the waiter. "Sorry," she whispered. "Lost in my thoughts, I guess."
He smiled. The order pad pressed against his chest, he tapped it with his pencil. "Are you still waiting for your friend?" he asked.
Kimberly looked at her watch. Pat was almost a half-hour late.
"Just a few more minutes," she told him. "If she's not here in a little bit, I'll go ahead and order." She gave him her most pleading look, acutely aware of the people that were lined up and waiting for tables.
The waiter nodded in a perfunctory manner. Kimberly's imploring eyes got the better of him. "As you wish," he said, trying to force an air of formality into his voice. "Would you like another bottle?" he asked, pointing to her empty wineglass.
Kimberly didn't realize she'd nearly finished the half-liter of wine.
She shrugged. "Sure, why not." She poured the remainder of the wine into her glass and handed the empty container to the waiter.
Their fingers brushed together as he took the bottle from her hand.
She trembled in response to his touch. Her body aroused from the replay of her evening with Mark, she found herself staring at the waiter's groin. Her eyes searched for the familiar outline that she knew should make her excited. Her mind still filled with images of the naked women, she needed desperately to reaffirm her sexuality. If she were to slip her hand inside his pants and stroke his penis into an erection, would she be aroused by it?
Unaware of her inspection, the waiter bent down and wiped the table where the glass had left condensation. "I'll be back with your drink in a moment," he said.
Trying to dismiss her troublesome thoughts, Kimberly looked around the restaurant. Gino's was known for its signature graffiti. For the price of a simple Italian meal, visitors as well as locals could leave their mark upon the Windy City. Walls, tables, lamps, anything with a bare spot was open territory for someone to write. Names and epithets appeared in ink, pencil, chalk, crayon, and even lipstick.
Kimberly laughed as she read some of the inscriptions. It took her mind off Mark and the troubling images in the video.
Another fifteen minutes passed. Kimberly nursed her drink and glanced at her watch from time to time. Why was Pat so late? She grew impatient, thinking about all the things that needed to be done at work. Kimberly was next in line for a vice-presidency in her company's service department. As a woman, the demands and expectations were twice those placed upon her male counterparts. As a result, rarely a moment passed that Kimberly wasn't engaged in some activity, social or otherwise.
Her patience taxed, Kimberly checked the time once more. How could Pat be so inconsiderate as to leave her waiting like this!
"Enough," she grumbled. She gathered her things and counted out the money for her tab. Leaving a generous tip, she hoped to assuage the waiter's disappointment for losing a tab. As with the taxi driver earlier, she felt obligated to do so.
As she turned from the table, Kimberly noticed a very unusual inscription on the corner of a nearby table. Written in bright pink marker, the inscription read: "Lavender Excursions: Women Only."
A telephone number was scribbled underneath. Kimberly wondered whose phone number it might be, thinking someone was playing a nasty trick on a friend or family member.
Thinking nothing more of it, she started for the exit. The dining area was slightly elevated with a short set of steps leading to and from the lobby. At the bottom of the stairs, Kimberly noticed the inscription once more. It read: "Lavender Excursions – Why Leave Without It?"
Her curiosity getting the better of her, Kimberly eyed the pubic telephones near the door. She tried to rationalize calling the number, telling herself it was incumbent upon her to let the person at the other end of the line know about the posting. Fully aware of her rationalization, she tried to hurry past the telephones. However, she could not assuage her desire to dial the number. Choosing the least conspicuous telephone available, Kimberly searched her purse for change. She dropped the coins into the slot and dialed the number.
"Lavender Excursions," a breathy female voice answered.
"You really do exist!" Kimberly exclaimed, surprised to learn that the number was legitimate. Or was it? Perhaps it was a sex service that Gino's was unknowingly giving free promotion. "Is this Lavender Excursions?" she asked.
"Yes," the woman replied. "How may I help you?"
"I saw your name and telephone number scribbled in a couple of places at Gino's Restaurant. I thought it might be a prank, so I decided to call and find out."
The woman chuckled. "It was probably one of our satisfied customers, wanting to share a good thing."
"And what is that 'good thing' this customer might want to be sharing?" Kimberly asked. Although a part of her was teasing, Kimberly's skepticism was evident in her voice.
"Our goal is to provide our customers with whatever they need.
Within reason," the woman added. "On occasion, we receive an impossible request, but mostly we're able to meet our customers'
needs."
Convinced this was a sex service of some sort, Kimberly decided she'd best end the call. "Well, I've learned everything I need to know," she told the woman. "Thank you for your time."
"Kimberly, your skepticism is understandable," the woman replied.
Startled at hearing her name, Kimberly paused. "How … how do you know my name?" she stammered. Before the woman could reply, it dawned on her. Pat wasn't late. She was playing one of her outlandish pranks on Kimberly! Blushing, she scanned the lobby, searching for her friend. "How much is Pat paying you to do this to me?" she asked the woman on the other end of the line.
"No one is paying us to do anything to you," the woman replied.
"This is a business. I might also remind you that you called us."
This threw Kimberly for a moment, but then she realized she'd probably had too much to drink and wasn't thinking very clearly. It had to be Pat. There was no other plausible explanation. "Come on,"
she demanded. "Where is Pat? Pat, are you listening?" she asked.
Taryn shifted the receiver to her
other ear. She tapped her fingernails up and down on her desk, waiting for Kimberly to finish.
Taking a deep breath, she caught a wisp of perfume. The blue-eyed blonde sitting next to her smiled and winked at her. Taryn gazed appreciatively at the long legs stretched out in front of her. The woman parted her legs slightly and ran her fingers seductively up and down each one.
Taryn knew she was being teased, but she also knew she could have Jennifer Levine any time she wanted her. The way she fingered her clit and smiled so seductively, Taryn suspected someone else had already claimed Jennifer's cherry. The hungry look in her eyes suggested this was still new to her. Taryn felt certain she'd had a taste of the golden nectar and now she wanted more. She smiled and continued watching her, thinking Camarin had probably claimed her cherry.
Jennifer moved her tongue suggestively over her full pink lips. She winked at Taryn and slipped her hand underneath her skirt. Slowly she slid the hem higher and higher up her legs. She felt wicked and horny and could think of no one she'd rather fuck than Taryn Williams. She was the queen, the goddess of lesbian sex. Jennifer moaned, staring hungrily at Taryn's groin.
How would it be to close her lips over that gorgeous clit? Thinking there was nothing she'd rather do, Jennifer slipped to the floor and crawled over to Taryn's chair.
The exchange provided a nice shift of focus, a momentary reprieve from the distrustful client on the other end of the line. Taryn sighed and parted her legs, allowing Jennifer to caress her while she listened to Kimberly. This woman was top on her list of difficult clients, but Taryn knew that when she accepted her as a client. Taryn's motivation was not purely business because she knew that the difficult ones were sometimes the most enjoyable to tame.
Taryn drew a deep breath, smiled and pushed Jennifer's hand away from her wet, swollen cunt. It was time to entrap her prey.
"Kimberly, what do I need to do to convince you that Lavender Excursions is legitimate? We are a full fledged business and to my knowledge, we do not have any ties to someone named Pat."
Although she was tired and tipsy from drinking the wine on an empty stomach, Kimberly could not extricate herself from the call.
She thought for a moment. "Why don't you send me a brochure in the mail. If I'm interested I'll call you."
Taryn felt a rush surging through her bloodstream and into her already swollen clit. "I have a better suggestion," she told Kimberly.
"I'm sending a courier to the restaurant now. She'll give you a brochure to read. If you're interested, she can drive you over to meet with us and see what we have to offer."
She snapped her fingers to get Taylor's attention. Taylor was new and Taryn regretted sending her out for such a difficult client.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. She said to Kimberly, "The driver's name is Taylor Blythe. You can check her ID if you want. Should she look for you in the lobby?" Taryn asked. She was moving quickly, not wanting to allow Kimberly time to mull over the offer.
"I, uh…" Kimberly froze for a moment. This woman's voice was very persuasive and she sounded like someone Pat would solicit to help her. It seemed safe enough, so she decided to play along with the prank. "Yes, I'll wait in the lobby," she said. "But if she's not here in fifteen minutes I'm leaving, " she added.
Taryn grinned and motioned Taylor over. She jotted the address for Gino's Restaurant on a slip of paper and handed it to her. Placing her hand over the receiver, she whispered, "Handle this one with special care," she told her. "If she gives you a hard time, tell her she needs to talk to me. Which she will, of course," Taryn added. "I'm going to handle this one personally." A mischievous smile spread across her face as she thought of the possibilities ahead.
Taylor took the slip of paper and tipped her hat to Taryn. "I'll handle her with care," she said.
Taryn waved good-bye and returned her attention to Kimberly.
"The driver should be there within fifteen minutes," she informed her.
"Meantime, do you have any questions you'd like to ask?"
"Actually, I do. How much do you charge for this service?"
Taryn weighed her response very carefully. "The fee we charge is due and collectible after we complete our services. If for any reason the customer is not satisfied, the contract is void and no charges are due."
Kimberly rolled her eyes. "Pat, Pat," she muttered, shaking her head back and forth. "Is customer satisfaction guaranteed in the written contract?" she asked in her most earnest voice. She wanted Pat to believe she had her fooled.
"Yes, it is," Taryn informed her. "Taylor will give you a copy of our brochure and contract when she picks you up. I can tell you this, though. Our customers to date have been exceptionally pleased with our services. No one has refused to pay."
Trying to suppress a yawn, Kimberly suddenly realized how tired she was. How much longer could she hold up? "I'll give her ten more minutes, then I'm leaving," she told Taryn. Without giving her time to reply, Kimberly ended the call.
Taryn sighed and turned her attention back to Jennifer. She looked so delectable! Would she have time to engage in a little fantasy of her own tonight?
While Taryn mused, Kimberly gathered her things and turned to leave Gino's. Much to her surprise, she nearly collided with a short blond-haired woman. She measured about five foot three inches tall by Kimberly's estimates. Her head was barely level with Kimberly's chin and she was wearing a chauffeur's uniform. She reminded Kimberly of the jocks who played women's softball and soccer at her college.
"Kimberly?" the woman asked.
Kimberly gave her an affirmative nod.
Very politely, Taylor handed Kimberly a business card, a brochure and a copy of the contract. "I'll wait while you look this over," she informed her.
Kimberly perused the documents she'd been handed. It looked so real! She was very impressed with the time and money Pat must have spent on this. At this point, she felt it'd be mean to not go along with the prank a little while longer. She glanced at Taylor.
Taylor smiled and motioned for Kimberly to follow her. Although Kimberly did not fall into step behind her, Taylor continued walking.
Confident Kimberly would follow her, she patiently waited on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. Sure enough, less than two minutes passed before Kimberly joined her. Taylor walked to the car and opened the door for her.
Wordlessly, Kimberly climbed into the backseat. Her heart was racing and her body was pumping with adrenaline. Where was she going and what would be waiting for her? While musing over the possibilities, she found herself wondering if Lavender Excursions might be a real business. "Nah, couldn't be," she muttered. "How would they know my name?"
Taylor closed the passenger door and hurried to the driver's side.
Within seconds, the motor was humming and she was part of the busy downtown traffic. She breathed a sigh of relief when the freeway ramp appeared.
Sitting in the backseat, Kimberly gazed out the window. As they approached the outskirts of Chicago, she started fidgeting. She couldn't imagine their office being located in one of the affluent suburbs of Chicago. Yet that seemed to be where they were going. If this was a legitimate business, Kimberly figured they must ask an exorbitant fee for their services. How else could they afford such a select location?
Taylor watched Kimberly in the rearview mirror. She was a very attractive woman, someone Taylor imagined must be a lawyer or other highly paid professional. She looked to be about Taryn's height, five feet eight inches or so. What struck Taylor most about her was her face. She had very patrician features, offset by a mane of flaming red hair and large green eyes that seemed to bore right into your soul.
Taylor sighed and took the next exit. "It isn't much further," she told Kimberly.
As she turned into the long driveway of Morgan Estates, Taylor wondered who this woman was and what her excursion would be.
The possibilities were endless. Even more interesting was the way Taryn had ordered her to bring Kimberly to Morgan Estates.
As far as Taylor knew, Taryn always met with clients at the office until they signed a contract. Oh, well , she thought to herself as she approached the guard gate. She stopped and flashed her identification card to the guard on duty. Recognizing Taylor from her previous trips in and out of the estate, he made a cursory glance and motioned her through.
Chapter Five
Morgan Estates was a bustle of activity. Protected by a high security and surveillance system, it presented women with many opportunities for those private moments considered so rare in a large city. On the outside, it gave the appearance of being home to some wealthy suburbanite. Very staid and conservative in its architecture, the main house gave no hint of the extravagant and erotic offerings contained within.
When the car stopped, Kimberly sat quietly waiting. She had no idea what was expected of her. A light came on over the entryway.
She suspected the guard had announced their arrival. Could this be a surprise party? She had no idea why Pat would arrange such a party for her, but in a way, the setting made sense. She recalled Pat mentioning an eccentric aunt who asked her to housesit for her when she traveled. Perhaps this was her aunt's home and Pat was taking advantage of her absence to throw a party. Perhaps it was a celebration for Kimberly's upcoming promotion. Ever the optimist, Pat was acting as if the promotion was already finalized. She referred to Kimberly as Madam Vice-president when she called her on the phone. Kimberly laughed thinking about her friend.
Taylor opened the door and offered her assistance to the now smiling Kimberly. "We're here," she announced. When Kimberly took her hand, Taylor noticed she seemed much calmer. "Are you feeling more relaxed?" she asked her.
Kimberly made a gesture indicating she was sort of relaxed but not quite. She wanted Pat to think the party was a complete surprise to her. Undoubtedly, Pat was behind one of those curtains watching her.
Taylor closed the car door and motioned toward the house.
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