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.
The sight that unfolded caused Kimberly to gasp in awe. The door to the mansion swung open and long lavender colored carpet rolled out. Following Taylor, Kimberly stepped onto the carpet. It was so deep and plush; she felt as if she was walking on air. It seemed like something straight out of a storybook. Kimberly reassured herself once more that this was Pat's doing. No other explanation made sense. But, gosh, she didn't have to be so extravagant! How could Kimberly possibly return such a favor?
Taylor escorted Kimberly to the entry and turned her over to another woman in uniform. She returned to the car and waved good-bye to her wide-eyed passenger. Although Taylor was finished for the night, she sort of wished she wasn't. It'd be interesting to hang around and see what happened next. Unfortunately, she had a commitment that could not be postponed. Sighing, Taylor started for the garage.
She'd prod the other women for details when she came to work tomorrow.
The servant led Kimberly into the library. "Taryn, your guest is here," she informed the smiling hostess.
"Ah, Kimberly, how good to see you," Taryn said.
Kimberly watched as Taryn walked across the room. She was wearing a suit much like those Kimberly herself sometimes wore to the office. Her manner of dress suggested this was a place of business. However, in place of the customary handshake, she squeezed Kimberly's hand and brushed her cheek lightly with her softly colored lips. Kimberly immediately envisioned a lipstick mark on her cheek. Not used to such forwardness from a stranger, she felt hesitant and unsure of herself. "Good evening, Taryn," she said in a voice so soft it was barely audible.
Taryn smiled and released her hand. "Won't you sit down," she said, pointing to a couch near the fireplace. "Would you like something to drink? I thought we'd discuss business first and get it out of the way before dinner."
"Dinner?" Kimberly asked, suddenly feeling apprehensive. "I thought this was to be a business meeting." She was starting to doubt whether this was Pat's doing. If it wasn't, that probably meant this was an escort or otherwise equally repugnant service for women who had nothing better to do. Deciding it was time to put an end to this charade, she said, "I hadn't planned on dinner."
"Of course not," Taryn replied. "I just thought you might be hungry. As I recall, you mentioned something about your friend not showing up for dinner at the restaurant. Am I being presumptuous in assuming you have not eaten?"
"Well, no," Kimberly replied. Much to her embarrassment, her stomach growled. "I skipped lunch today," she explained, placing her hand over her stomach.
"Then it's settled!" Taryn stated. "Now would you like that drink?"
"Yes, I'll have whatever you're having," Kimberly told her.
Taryn laughed and held her glass up. "Are you sure? This is a very wicked concoction. I picked it up from a friend of mine. She owns a bar and she likes to come up with all sorts of exotic drinks. It's awfully potent," she warned.
"What's in it?"
"Bartender's secret," Taryn replied. "Trudi will not divulge her recipes to anyone. Sometimes I think she forgets from one time to the next what she puts in them." Laughing, Taryn walked to the bar and withdrew a decanter from underneath. As she poured the drink, she wondered if it would have the same effects on Kimberly that it had on Lisa. It would be interesting to find out.
Kimberly watched her every move, feeling some trepidation when Taryn handed her the drink. Tentatively, she took her first sip. It was surprisingly smooth. "Um, this is good," she said.
Taryn smiled and sat down beside Kimberly. She leaned back and placed her arm casually on the couch behind her. Her hand grazed Kimberly's neck. Seeming startled, Kimberly leaned forward so Taryn's hand was no longer touching her. Taryn smiled and moved her hand away. "Did you read the literature Taylor gave you?" she asked.
"Yes, I looked it over," Kimberly replied. She squirmed uneasily in her seat, wishing Taryn wasn't sitting quite so close.
Feeling very mischievous with her nervous guest, Taryn set her drink on the table beside her. She leaned forward and placed her hand on Kimberly's knee. "Well, what do you think?" she asked.
Kimberly found her discomfort fading, replaced with a strange sense of excitement and curiosity. "I might be interested," she said.
"Of course, it would help if you could provide me with more information as to what services you offer."
Taryn laughed. "Better still, I'll show you around after dinner," she said. "This is where most of our excursions take place. There's really a lot to see if you have time," she added, smiling suggestively.
"Okay," Kimberly agreed. Although she felt uneasy, her curiosity was piqued enough to make her want to stay and learn more.
Taryn noticed the change. As she'd hoped, Kimberly Justin's curiosity had gotten the better of her. Fortunately, dinner was announced before she had time to change her mind. "Shall we?"
Taryn asked, motioning toward the dining room. She stood and offered Kimberly her hand.
Kimberly trembled when Taryn touched her. She felt an unexplainable weakness and trembling in her legs. As if sensing her weakness, Taryn drew her very close. Kimberly's heart was racing as she breathed the fragrance of her host's perfume. Taryn's face was so perfect and her body so beautiful, Kimberly could not remove her eyes from her.
Likewise, Taryn's senses were so focused on Kimberly, she anticipated her every need. There was warmth radiating from her body. Faintly scented with the female pheromone, it gave hint of the wetness forming between her legs. Taryn moved her hand so that her fingers were resting against Kimberly's breast. When there was no protest, she casually moved her arm and brushed her finger over the nipple. "Sorry," she said, smiling apologetically at Kimberly.
Although relieved to learn the touch was accidental, Kimberly felt dizzy nonetheless. The excitement, the confusion, and the alcohol made everything seem overwhelming at this point. Images from the two women in the video appeared in her thoughts once more.
Unguarded for a moment, she looked at Taryn and wondered what her sexual preferences might be.
As they approached the table, Kimberly found herself not wanting to separate from the woman beside her. As Taryn withdrew her arm, Kimberly felt her long fingers brushing ever so lightly over her nipple
– there for a moment, then gone. She wondered if the caress was intentional this time. For a fleeting moment she also wondered how it would feel if Taryn suckled her breasts. They still ached for release, Mark having never given it to her last evening.
Taryn watched Kimberly very carefully, wondering what thoughts were going through her mind right now. She pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit down.
Shaking her head in an effort to rid herself of her wayward thoughts, Kimberly smiled and took the chair Taryn offered. This evening was making less and less sense. As Taryn proceeded to the other side of the table, Kimberly looked about the room. It was very austere in comparison to what she'd seen thus far. Standing by the table was a woman clad in a maid's uniform. She pulled the chair out for Taryn, bowing to her once she was seated.
Kimberly noticed a band of black velvet encircling the woman's neck. There were five diamonds embedded in the front. When she turned to walk away, Kimberly also noticed that she was shackled. A chain consisting of five links was attached to her ankles. The bands around her ankles were also circles of velvet, each embedded with five diamonds. Something magical about the number five? Kimberly also wondered at the restraints, thinking how easy it would be for the woman to tear loose. Yet, she hobbled as if irrefutably fettered to her chains. Knowing of course that this woman was probably an actress and this was her costume, Kimberly tried to dismiss her thoughts. She recalled as a child being told she had an overactive imagination.
Perhaps her parents were right.
Taryn smiled with amusement as she watched Kimberly's changing expressions. One moment she appeared shocked and the next moment she was smiling as though she'd just caught the punch line to some macabre joke. Taryn decided to heighten the suspense a little. "Are you forgetting something?" she asked the maid.
Acting as a humble servant to her mistress, the woman knelt on the floor in front of Taryn. She bowed her head and stared at Taryn's feet.
"Will there be anything else, Miss Williams?" she whispered.
Kimberly watched the woman. She seemed to be trembling with fear, her hands visibly shaking where they rested on her thighs. The light from the chandelier caught one of the diamond's natural prisms.
It seemed odd to see such jewels on a servant. However, this was all fantasy; therefore, anything and everything was possible.
Taryn lifted her foot and placed it on the maid's left thigh. "Jill, I've a spot on my shoe. Will you clean it for me?" she asked very politely.
Aghast for a moment, Kimberly watched speechlessly as Jill bent and licked Taryn's shoe. She seemed eager, offering tiny sighs of pleasure as she licked the dark leather that encased Taryn's foot.
When Kimberly looked up, she saw that Taryn was staring at her.
When their gazes met, she did not flinch, nor did she falter. She smiled and removed her foot from Jill's thigh. "Would you like your reward now?" she asked.
Jill's lips quivered. She hesitated for a moment despite knowing that hesitation was not allowed. It was only seconds before she felt the sharp sting of Taryn's hand against her cheek. Hurriedly, she scrambled to her feet. "Yes, please," she whispered. "What do you wish me to bring?"
Taryn smiled at the young woman, acting as though this was nothing out of the ordinary. "My favorite whip," she told her. "I want this to be very special for you."
Jill raised her head slightly and glanced quickly at Kimberly.
Kimberly was certain she saw excitement in Jill's crystal blue eyes.
Jill hurried to the closet. She was panting and her lips were wet with excitement. She knew Taryn might notice the wetness between her legs but she could not contain her arousal. Opening the closet door, she looked over Taryn's prized possessions. The favored whip was hanging on the wall. She ran her fingers lovingly over the penis shaped tip. It seemed to stare at her, taunting her. Leather strands interlaced around a diamond, forming the tip of the penile structure. It was so forbidding, Jill nearly fainted from touching it. "This will be so good," she whispered, reverently kissing the diamond tip. She took it from the wall and hurried back to the dining room. Anxious to feel the leather striking against her skin, Jill was trembling with excitement.
Taryn knew that Jill was excited. Her eyes were twinkling with a wicked gleam as she handed Taryn the whip. "You played with it, didn't you?" Taryn asked her.
Kimberly thought that Jill looked anxious. Her head was bent and her shoulders folded inward, as if trying to hide her excitement from Taryn. Kimberly flinched when the silence was suddenly broken by Taryn's laughter. A deep guttural laugh, it gave a hint of anger and rage and power. Quite unexpectedly, Kimberly felt a tingling between her legs. It charged like a current, every nerve a live wire of excitement. Down both sides of her opening it charged, teasing the outer lips and her clit that was already so swollen she felt it would burst.
Taryn felt that excitement. Combined with Jill's, it proved very stimulating. She needed release. Quickly but calmly, she set about her task.
Kimberly pressed her legs together, thankful for the table covering.
It gave her the privacy she needed to hide her excitement. She was so ashamed of the way she felt; yet, she wanted the feeling to never end.
Was this something more than a perverse enjoyment of another person's pain? Could Pat have been right that time so long ago back in college?
Taryn watched the display of emotions, first one then another, on Kimberly's face. She felt certain that Kimberly would have an uncontrollable desire to masturbate as she watched. She leveled her gaze and fixed her eyes on the spot beneath the table where Kimberly's hands were.
Kimberly tried to maintain her stare but her eyes faltered. The glare in Taryn's eyes let her know that she knew what Kimberly was doing. She removed her fingers from between her legs and wiped them against her pants. Her cunt was so swollen and wet that her fingers were damp from where she'd caressed herself through her pants.
Patiently, Taryn waited. Once Kimberly's hands were on top of the table, she turned back to Jill. She struck the handle of the whip against the table. Wine spilled over the side of a glass beside her.
"Are you ready?" she asked the trembling Jill.
Wordlessly, Jill lifted the skirt of her uniform, searching until her hand found the top of her panties. The white lace was so delicate and sheer that her ass was clearly visible. She paused for a moment so Taryn could look at her. Her goddess, her idol whose eyes she wanted to fill with excitement. She moved her hips from side to side, teasing her and knowing it would make her angry to be teased in front of a guest.
Kimberly watched Taryn's mouth open and her tongue run over her lips. She found herself wishing she could take Jill's place. Her own mouth opened and she heard herself panting. "My God," she whispered as she watched. "What is going on with me? With them!"
Taryn slapped the whip against her palm, signaling Jill to hurry up.
Jill pushed the scant garment slowly and seductively down her legs.
She felt the cool air against her bare ass, the current teasing at her crack as if trying to get inside. She quivered as she struggled to release the side snap on her panties. It seemed forever before she whisked them from around her ankles and threw them to the side of the room. Her skirt was still about her waist. She turned full circle, lifting her skirt high so that her front was now fully exposed to Kimberly.
Kimberly cast her gaze over the woman's body, her heart pounding with excitement. Her mouth hung open and she wet her lips as she stared at her groin. The pubic hair was trimmed very neatly, the ends around her opening wet with cum. Kimberly wanted to touch her fingers to that wetness, then place it inside her mouth and taste it.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered. Her face was burning hot with embarrassment but she could not stop herself from responding to the scene before her.
Taryn eyed Jill's buttocks. The soft white flesh looked very inviting. Her cheeks were firm and rounded in just the right places.
Taryn wished she could part them and plunge the whip deeply inside.
But it was too soon. She would have to wait. Lifting the whip, she jerked it and made it crack over Jill's bare ass.
Kimberly was so excited she was gasping for breath. Her mouth was so dry and her throat so constricted with excitement, she could barely swallow. She ran her tongue over her swollen lips, lips that were begging to be kissed and sucked and nibbled. Her cheeks were enflamed once again. This time it was not shame but lust that sent her blood rushing to the surface. A hungry, aching lust, it spoke of the longing she felt in her groin and her breasts. She moaned with despair, but there was nothing she could do. She lifted the wineglass to her lips. Her hands were trembling so much she nearly dropped it.
Watching from the corner of her eye, Taryn smiled. Once more she snapped the whip briskly over Jill's trembling cheeks.
Jill prepared herself, placing one hand on the table to steady her body. Her mouth dropped open and she, too, panted with excitement.
She stole a glance at Kimberly and knew that she was also aroused.
Who wouldn't be in the face of such power!
Without warning, Taryn drew her arm back and took aim at Jill's bare ass. With a power unsurpassed by any other woman, she struck the whip against those firm white cheeks. A welt appeared immediately. Taryn smiled as she watched the mark become swollen and red. It looked delightfully hot and painful. She circled to the other side of her captive. She drew back the whip and made another equally forceful strike against Jill's ass.
Jill felt her heart pounding inside her chest. Her breasts were full and swollen with excitement. They rose and fell as her breathing grew more labored. She waited for the next blow. Wanting it, wanting it oh so desperately! "Please," she begged.
Taryn wet her lips. She wanted to run her tongue over Jill's wounds, to lovingly kiss each mark she'd made. But a darker side of her took hold. She wanted Kimberly to see her power, to feel it as intensely as she would if the whip was striking her. Taryn drew a deep breath, her chest thrust forward, her full breasts hanging firm and erect. "You've such a lovely ass," she whispered as she drew the whip back once more.
Kimberly winced as Taryn welded the whip on Jill's bare bottom.
Over and over, the leather stung her bare skin, kissing it most cruelly and marking it most clearly. Despite her misgivings, Kimberly felt her cunt growing hotter and wetter with every blow. Watching the perfect execution of the whip against Jill's body, she found herself admiring Taryn's arms – the way the muscles rippled when she moved
– and her skin, golden and tawny like a sunset over the desert. She longed to run her fingers through Taryn's hair, to feel the fine softness of the curls that fell about her chest and down her back. She wanted to press her lips against Taryn's skin, her hair, and her mouth. She wanted to possess her. She wanted to be possessed.
Kimberly fantasized standing beside her, placing her hand on Taryn's arm. Moving as she moved, feeling the power reverberate through her muscles then explode against Jill's trembling buttocks.
The images were so vivid, Kimberly nearly exploded in orgasm. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she could. To use the sheer energy of her fantasy and the powerful images before her, she imaged the orgasm quaking through her. She was so close, so very close.
Taryn could smell the excitement of her two companions. They were aching for release but she would not allow it. She caught the tail of the whip in her hand and placed the weapon upon the table.
Jill tried to hide her disappointment. Today she would not get the treasured prize that Taryn sometimes gave when she whipped her.
She turned to face Taryn, hoping to tempt her with her body. Her hands parting the swollen lips around her clitoris, she offered the glistening nub to Taryn. God, she was aching! The treasure was so close, yet Taryn would not give it to her. "Please, please," she begged in a low voice. She knew she mustn't let Kimberly hear her. Taryn shook her head and motioned for her to leave. Jill sighed and dropped her skirt.
Taryn laughed and walked over to Jill. Slapping her playfully on the rump, she said "My wicked Jill. Go and help Michele with dinner." She chuckled, watching as Jill ran eagerly into the kitchen.
The door swung closed and Taryn turned back to Kimberly. Acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, she sat down and unfolded her napkin. "Dinner will be here shortly," she said. She lifted her wineglass. "A toast to your coming venture. May the excursion serve you well."
Kimberly touched her glass to Taryn's. She followed her every move, taking a sip when Taryn took one, hurrying to unfold her own napkin and place it upon her lap as Taryn had done only seconds earlier. She felt weak, her body spent as though she'd made wild and passionate love. Someone came into the room and turned off the lights. She watched as a dark figure lit two candles in the center of the table. Just as silently as the figure appeared, it disappeared into the shadows.
Taryn wondered about the woman seated at the other end of the table. How long would it take to tame her? How willingly or unwillingly would she obey Taryn's orders? She took a sip of the white Bordeaux that she favored. As it burst inside her mouth, she murmured, "And I shall have you, too."
"I beg your pardon," Kimberly said, fearing she wasn't paying close enough attention.
Taryn looked up, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud," she said. Raising her glass to Kimberly, she made a second toast. "To your promotion and to your lover. A male though he may be," she added.
Kimberly blanched, resenting Taryn's comment about Mark. "My male lover, as you call him, is none of your business." She placed the glass back on the table. "I've changed my mind about dinner. Can someone please drive me home?" She stood and glared defiantly at Taryn. When Taryn calmly returned her gaze, she felt her armor slipping, exposing her fear. She wanted this woman to possess her and she could do nothing to hide that desire. Her legs threatening to buckle, she sat on the edge of the chair.
The door swung open and Jill hurried through. "Jill, it's about time," Taryn said. "Our guest is threatening to go home, she is so faint with hunger!" She smiled at Kimberly, her gaze very cool, yet questioning.
Kimberly turned away, watching as Jill approached the table. She seemed so eager to please. Kimberly seized upon her as a reason to stay, at least through dinner. Jill carried a silver tray laden with soup bowls. The bowls were steaming, filling the air with an aroma of something very pleasant. Jill placed a bowl in front of her. "Thank you," Kimberly said. She looked down into the clear liquid. "May I ask what this is?" She had fleeting thoughts of Taryn trying to drug her.
Smiling, Taryn lifted a spoonful to her mouth and tasted. "It is good. Very good," she replied, her eyes twinkling playfully. She wondered at the childlike mischief she was feeling. Perhaps this breaking of rules and boundaries would serve her well. First there was Lisa and now there was Kimberly. She'd had one and now coveted the other. How far would she go? Taryn wondered if perhaps this was her excursion rather than Kimberly's. "Do you want Jill to taste yours and show you it isn't poisoned?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Feeling annoyed by Taryn's teasing, Kimberly searched for a response that would be equally annoying. Her mind was a jumble of confusion and disorganized feelings. "No, that won't be necessary,"
she replied. She lifted her spoon and tasted the soup. Taryn was right; it tasted wonderful. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
Jill left the dining room and watched their new guest through a tiny crack in the doorway. Although she couldn't see Taryn's face, she could tell by her voice that she was enjoying herself. She sighed, her eyes filling with sadness.
"Feeling jealous, Jill?"
Jill turned and looked at Michele. She was chopping vegetables, preparing the next course. "Of course not!" Jill snapped at her.
Michele laughed in amusement, her bare breasts bouncing on her chest. She insisted on cooking naked from the waist up. She complained that clothing on her upper body restricted her too much when she was working. Taryn had finally relented, telling her that the kitchen was her domain.
When Jill remained silent, Michele paused and put down the knife.
Jill seemed so naive at times that Michele felt guilty for teasing her.
"Come here," she told her.
Jill wanted to be stubborn but she could never refuse Michele's offerings. Wordlessly, she walked to the counter where two wonderfully full and firm breasts awaited her. She stared at Michele, her head thrown back and her chest thrust forward. Jill climbed onto the barstool, then worked her way onto the counter. She poised on her hands and knees, her eyes filled with excitement. Greedily she took one of Michele's nipples into her mouth.
Michele groaned when she felt Jill's wet tongue on her bare nipple.
She smiled with pleasure as Jill suckled her breast. Her excitement grew and she placed her hand behind Jill's head. Pressing her forward, she urged her to suck harder. "Yes, yes," she murmured as Jill drew her breast deeply into her mouth. Jill made smacking sounds while she sucked her and her breathing became hot and labored.
Michele felt the moisture between her legs. Bare underneath her skirt, the wetness collected on her pubic hair and dripped onto her naked legs.
"Um," Jill sighed as she pulled Michele' swollen breast deeply inside of her mouth. She wanted to touch the other with her hand, to squeeze it and make it swollen too, but she knew Michele would make her stop if she touched her with anything but her mouth. Those were the rules.
Irritated by rules that did not make sense, Jill bit the swollen nub.
She bit it so hard that Michele gasped, but there was nothing she could do about it. The other rule was that Jill could do whatever she wanted to Michele' breasts, as long as she used her mouth.
Jill smiled to herself, punishing Michele's bosom with her silly rules. She felt the nipple become hot and irritated. Michele's breathing was now keeping pace with her own. She switched to the other breast.
In the dining room, Taryn was wondering what was taking so long in the kitchen. "Excuse me," she said, rising from her chair. "I'm going to find out why there is a delay with our dinner."
"I don't mind waiting," Kimberly hurriedly replied. Although she'd taken a perverse pleasure in Jill's punishment, Kimberly did not want the incident repeated. Perhaps dinner was delayed because her butt was so sore. "Why don't you give it a few more minutes?" she said.
But her words were lost as the door swung shut behind Taryn.
The sight in the kitchen angered Taryn but it did not surprise her.
Shaking her finger at the two women, she marched across the room.
They parted and looked at her helplessly, wondering what she would do.
"We have a guest," she reminded them. "Please restrain yourself until after dinner is served. After that I don't care what you do."
Michele and Jill nodded. They did not see the smile on Taryn's face as she walked away. Michele wiped her breasts dry and ordered Jill off the counter.
Jill obeyed, easing herself down to the floor. She took a knife and helped Michele with the preparations. Working steadily side by side, they had the second course ready within minutes. Michele finished with a garnishing touch, a colorful display certain to stimulate anyone's appetite.
Jill loaded the tray and took the second course into the dining room.
She felt a little embarrassed about being caught with Michele. She wondered what Taryn was thinking. Could she possibly be jealous?
She wanted to think so, but Jill knew she was probably dreaming.
Quietly, she removed the soup bowls and replaced them with the fresh salad. Wanting to get out from under Taryn's glare, she started back to the kitchen.
"Jill," Taryn said in a soft voice. When Jill turned to face her, Taryn pointed to Kimberly's water glass. "Please pour our guest some fresh water." She scolded Jill with her eyes.
Jill felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She took a glass container from the side table. It was filled with fresh ice water and slices of lemon. The room's warmth had caused condensation to form, making the glass slippery and awkward to hold. Jill was nearly beside herself with nervousness. Taryn's eyes had followed her every move since she'd entered the room. Carefully she carried the water to the table and replenished Kimberly's glass.
Taryn watched her very carefully but not carefully enough.
Jill bent over, pretending to fumble with the glass. Her hand grazed Kimberly's breast and she tweaked the nipple between her fingers.
She gave her a conspiratorial wink and turned back to Taryn.
Kimberly was so shocked that she nearly choked on a leaf of spinach. Coughing and gasping for air, she reached for her water glass at the same time Jill rushed forward to assist her. Their hands collided and water spilled over the sides of the glass. By then, Kimberly had managed to swallow and regain her breath.
Taryn frowned upon the scene. She found it comical, yet she also felt embarrassed by Jill's clumsy behavior. "Are you all right?" she asked Kimberly. Her face a mask of calm and concern, she did not betray her true feelings.
"I'll be okay," Kimberly told her, gesturing for Taryn to not be concerned. However, her trembling hands told a different story.
Taryn clicked the intercom button. "Laurie, Susan, I need your assistance in the dining room. Immediately," she added. They were there within seconds.
The women giggled uncontrollably at the site of Jill. Her hands were dripping with water, the remainder of which appeared on the front of Kimberly's blouse. It was soaking wet. Dressed only in mini skirts and scant tops that did little to conceal their ample breasts, the women rushed over. They each took an arm and led a slightly intoxicated and extremely flustered Kimberly Justin to the guestroom.
It took a moment for Kimberly's eyes to adjust. From the dull colors and furnishings of the dining room to the decorative flare of the guestroom was quite a change. The carpet was white, the thread so deep and plush that Kimberly sighed with pleasure. In place of the dulled light in the dining room, this room was suffused with softly scented candlelight. Off to the side, near the balcony, was a raised platform. In the center was a sunken bed. Bedside tables extended from both sides and a music console was built into the headboard. All within hand's reach, it looked to be very comfortable. Kimberly was so tired; she would have loved nothing more than to curl up on that bed.
Laurie and Susan ran a warm bath, leaving Kimberly to linger and wonder about the room. Laurie was the first to notice Kimberly starting toward the balcony. "No!" she exclaimed, rushing back into the bedroom. She took Kimberly's arm and guided her away from the door. "You must be careful," Laurie explained. "All the entrances and exits are set with alarms."
"Why?" Kimberly asked. She was trembling from Laurie's sudden outburst.
Laurie looked to Susan, but she shook her head and continued preparing the bath. "It is done to ensure the privacy and safety of our guests," Laurie improvised.
"Oh," Kimberly responded. Although it seemed overkill to her, she supposed the extra security was a measure some clients would well appreciate.
Laurie smiled at Kimberly and started removing her clothing. The incident now under control, Susan came over the assist.
Kimberly felt tired beyond words. It was embarrassing to have two women undressing her, but she was too tired to protest.
Laurie and Susan openly admired Kimberly's body. Her finely tapered waist accentuated her breasts. The smooth curve and swell of each mound, firm and erect, was an inviting spectacle. The two women fantasized ways to partake of this new treasure.
Susan faced Kimberly and circled her arms around her waist. She pretended to have difficulty unclasping Kimberly's brassiere. She pressed close, much closer than necessary as she pretended to struggle with the clasp. Her nipples were hard and erect, aroused by Kimberly's beauty as well as her naivete. Their nipples touched tip to tip. Neither Kimberly nor Susan moved away.
Kimberly gasped when she felt Susan's nipples pressing through the sheer silk of her brassiere. Susan did not move nor did she seem to notice. Kimberly shook her head, scolding herself for being so timid in front of the two women. This was probably something they did every day and thought nothing of it.
Susan stepped back, removing Kimberly's brassiere. She smiled appreciatively at their guest's bare chest.
Kimberly felt her breasts spill out of her brassiere, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. It was all she could do to refrain from crossing her arms over her bare bosom. She wanted to hide her nakedness but she sensed it would not be wise to do so.
Angered by Susan's bold behavior, Laurie flashed her a stern look.
She considered herself deserving of the first take. After all, she had seniority over Susan. This was an unspoken rule. Laurie acted first and was not to be outdone by her partner. Her anger finally subsiding a little, Laurie reached around Kimberly's waist from behind.
Adroitly, she undid the zipper on Kimberly's jeans.
Kimberly shivered in anticipation. Her eyes closed, she waited.
Moving as if in slow motion, Laurie tugged the pants down around Kimberly's knees. Her hands touching here and there and everywhere, she debated fondling the firm white buttocks that were so deliciously encased in very lacy and very sexy silk panties. When she saw Susan eyeing Kimberly's groin, she quickly reached around Kimberly's hips and hooked her thumbs in the elastic on each side of Kimberly's panties. Very slowing, inch by inch, she pulled the panties down.
Her fingers were spread open, allowing her to feel the softness of Kimberly's pubic hair. She pressed her fingers in ever so slightly, tracing the outer lips of this new woman's treasure.
Susan watched Laurie's hands move lovingly over Kimberly's groin. Ah, wet already, she thought as she saw the dampness at the center of Kimberly's opening. Taryn had made quite a catch this time!
The two women noticed Kimberly was swaying, as though dizzy with excitement. Briskly, they completed their task. Taryn did not mind them playing a little with the guests, but they knew when to stop. Her clothes a heap on the floor, Susan and Laurie led Kimberly to the tub. They helped her into the warm water and slipped in on either side of her.
Kimberly eased into the warmth, feeling so relaxed that she wondered if she'd had too much wine. And what was that aroma? It was so fresh and crisp; it reminded her of being in the mountains after a fresh summer rain. She found herself unable to move one muscle.
Laurie and Susan carefully bathed her as she watched like a bystander surveying the scene from afar.
She felt alive, yet totally relaxed with the warm sensations of their gentle ministrations upon her body. "How strange," she murmured.
"What do you find strange?" Susan asked as she squeezed a sponge full of warm water over Kimberly's breasts.
Kimberly blinked, then looked beside her. Who was this lovely creature and why was she taking such good care of her? "I … I don't remember," she said, her voice so faint the two women could barely hear her. She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. The last thing she remembered was being wrapped in a large terrycloth robe.
It was white, she believed. Or was it pink? Oh, it doesn't really matter, she thought. Quietly, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Sometime during the night, she felt gentle hands touch her face.
"Goodnight, my sleepy one," Taryn said. Caressing the smooth skin ever so lovingly, she thought how beautiful the contrast of Kimberly's skin, pale in the moonlight, to the warm golden hue of her own, shimmering in the light. She sighed and left the room.