The next morning, wearing a yellow shirtwaist dress and with twenty dollars borrowed from Vickie in her handbag, Sharon took a cab to the Ainsley Arms. Elaine Woodward, Mark Haley's former girl friend, lived there now, Vickie had said, and Sharon was very anxious to talk to her. At the time he had robbed the jewelry store, Mark had shared an apartment with Elaine in the same building with Sharon and Vickie, but Elaine had moved out shortly after Sharon's and Mark's arrest. Whether Elaine would be able or willing to help her, Sharon didn't know. But her quest had to begin somewhere, and she had decided it would be with Elaine.
Sharon pushed the buzzer beside the door of 4B, waited half a minute, and was just about to buzz again when the door was suddenly jerked all the way open.
What she saw was so startling that she took an involuntary step backward. The beautiful redhead who stood there was completely naked, her pussy covered with, a thick mound of white foam, from which tiny bubbles escaped to waft upward past the gentle swell of the pink-white belly.
"Sharon! My God! I thought you were Walt!"
"Hello, Elaine," Sharon said as she closed the door behind her. She gestured toward the foam. "What in the world is that?"
Elaine glanced down at herself, and laughed. "Walt's been after me to shave my cunt," she said. "I was just starting to when you buzzed. I thought you were Walt, you see, and I figured he'd get a kick out of seeing it this way."
Sharon smiled. "It's really rather fetching," she said.
Elaine came close to kiss her on the cheek. "Gee, it's good to see you, sweetie. When'd you get out?"
"Yesterday."
"Well, prison sure didn't hurt your looks any. You're prettier than ever."
"Thank you."
"In fact, you look good enough to eat." She raised one eyebrow questioningly.
Sharon laughed. "Some other time, maybe."
"That's what you kept saying all the time we lived in the same building."
"Did I?"
"You know you did. I never got to go down on you even once. Hell, you'd never even let me taste a titty."
Sharon smiled, a little at a loss for words. She'd hoped to avoid this sort of thing with Elaine – which was the reason she'd worn the rather prim shirtwaist dress with the hem that came down almost to her knees. It wasn't that she didn't like Elaine or find her desirable. It was the reputation Elaine had for being too rough with her lovemaking. Girls who shared Elaine's bed had a habit of leaving it with love bites on their breasts and thighs and stomachs and hips that left red, telltale teeth marks for a week or more. And the same girls were likely to have sore cunts and asses for the same length of time – the result of Elaine's violent way with her fingers in those orifices.
"You'd better shave your pussy before that lather dries," Sharon said, figuring the sooner she got Elaine's mind on other things the better. "I can talk to you through the bathroom door just as well."
"You can talk to me in the bathroom," Elaine said. "You think I've suddenly gone modest or something?"
In the bathroom, Elaine sat down on the side of the tub, picked up the safety razor she had placed there, and spread her legs. Sharon stood leaning against the doorjamb, watching her.
"Who's this Walt you mentioned?" she said.
Elaine drew a slow, careful swath through the foam. Little red curls coiled around the razor and dropped to the floor. "My husband," she said.
"You're married?"
"And how. Four months now."
"Congratulations."
"He's got a cock like a horse. I mean it. It was three nights before I could even get the head in my cunt. And that was trying all night, every night, too."
Sharon laughed.
"It isn't funny," Elaine said. "It still takes me two or three minutes to get it in. And just as soon as I do, and get all set to fuck, he goes off like a cannon. He cums by the cupful, that boy."
"Sounds like every girl's dream."
Elaine smiled up at her, her gray eyes amused. "I thought you were strictly a girl's girl, Sharon."
"I am – most of the time."
"But sometimes you still get an urge for a nice stiff prick, hmmm?"
"Well…"
"I mean, just for the pure hell of it? Just for a change of pace, now and then?"
"Something like that, I suppose."
"Damnit," Elaine said, looking down between her legs. "Now I've got it all shaved off except right around the lips. And this is just where I always get so nervous. I'm afraid I'll slip a little." She brushed some of the lather away. "See?"
"It's pretty provocative, Elaine. Why don't you just leave it that way?"
"Because Walt would throw a fit, that's why. He wants it completely denuded, he says." She paused. "Sharon, would you do it for me?" She extended the razor. "Please?"
"It might make me nervous too," Sharon said.
"Then what?"
"How could it? It's my pussy, after all. Please, Sharon. I really appreciate it, honey."
Sharon hesitated a moment, then reluctantly took the razor and got down on one knee between Elaine's legs.
"Maybe you'd better take off your dress first," Elaine said coyly. "I wouldn't want you to get any lather on it."
Sharon ignored her. That's all it would take, she reflected. Elaine would take one look at her in her transparent bra and tiny bikini panties and thigh-high nylons – and completely lose control.
She looked at the pink slit with its ring of red-gold hair for a moment, realizing suddenly that there was no way to shave it without spreading the lips. And what that would do to Elaine was not hard to imagine.
Still, she had no choice. With the fingertips of her left hand she pushed the lips of Elaine's cunt apart and began to move the razor in short, cautious strokes. Almost at once, Elaine's juice began to seep out around her fingers, and a moment later she became acutely aware of the other girl's perfume.
By the time she had finished shaving one side and had shifted the razor to her other hand, her own juice had begun to flow, and she could feel her nipples trying to punch through the skin-tight bra. And although she tried hard not to, she found herself inhaling more and more deeply of the exciting aroma that rose from between Elaine's long, tapering legs.
"Oh, what you're doing to me," Elaine said, breathing fast. "Put your fingers in there a little while, sweetie." She had begun to rock from hip to hip, unable to sit still.
"Don't move around so much," Sharon said. "This is ticklish work."
"It couldn't tickle better, believe me."
"You'll make me nick you if you don't sit still."
"I can hardly stand it, Sharon. I mean it. Please put your fingers up there. Just for a second or two. All right?"
"No," Sharon said. "I've finished with your pussy now. There're only a few tiny little wisps around your ass."
"Leave them."
"It'll only take a second. But move out a little further so I can get to them."
"Is that far enough?"
"Yes." She ran the razor very slowly around Elaine's asshole, and then moved it all the way back in the other direction. "There," she said, putting the razor down on the edge of the tub, "Just as bare as the day you were born."
"Aren't you going to dry me?"
Sharon took a towel from the wall rack beside her and quickly sponged the remaining lather from Elaine's pussy and ass.
"Kiss it just once?" Elaine said, "Please, Sharon. Just a little quickie kiss?" She arched her back, which made her nude pussy raise slightly, and smiled at Sharon through her lashes. "Please?"
In spite of herself, Sharon was tempted. The juicy pink slit with its swollen lips and delicate perfume was almost more than she could resist. It looked and smelled so delicious that she felt her mouth begin to water.
But then she forced herself to think about the girls with their love-bites and too-thoroughly-frigged vaginas, and she got to her feet.
Elaine sighed. "Well, if you won't you won't," she said, and reached down to open the lips of her cunt with her fingertips. "God, that looks good. I'd kiss it myself if I could get to it."
Sharon laughed and turned toward the door. "I'll wait for you in the living room."
God, that was close, Sharon reflected as she sat down in a sling chair opposite the couch. She ought to have known better than to fool around with Elaine's pussy in the first place. Her own pussy was burning and itching terribly, and her panties felt as if they were dripping wet. She raised her hips slightly and drew her dress up beneath her so that her juice wouldn't soak through that too.
Elaine came in, belting a long shimmery robe about her. But the robe was so thin that it somehow made her seem more naked than ever. Her nipples were pouting dark cones beneath the clinging nylon, and when she sat down on the couch across from Sharon, the robe parted all the way up to her waist and fell away to either side, revealing all of the voluptuous body beneath the belt.
Sharon glanced at the alluring gap beneath the other girl's denuded mound, and then away. I wish she'd cross her legs, she thought.
"Well," Elaine said, reaching up to brush back a strand of hair from her forehead. "Now we can talk."
"We can if you pull your robe together," Sharon said.
Elaine looked at her with mock surprise. "Does it bother you?"
"I'm only human, after all."
Elaine smiled and drew one side of the robe over her lap. "That better?"
Sharon crossed her legs. "I thought maybe you might be able to help me, Elaine," she said.
"Oh?"
"I don't know just how, but I'm going to clear my name." She took a deep breath. "You'll probably think I'm crazy to even try it. But it's just something I have to do. After all, I've got to live with myself the rest of my life."
Elaine nodded slowly. "I've always felt a little guilty about that," she said. "About introducing you to Mark Haley, I mean. If I'd even dreamed he was the kind of man he was…"
"I know," Sharon said. "You aren't responsible for anything at all, Elaine. But I had to start somewhere. All I can do is talk to people, and maybe…" She broke off for a moment. "I know it must sound insane, but somehow I'm going…"
"It's insane – and dangerous," Elaine said. "Take my advice, sweetie. Forget it."
"I can't. Ever."
"All hell's about to break loose, Sharon. If you're not careful, you'll be right in the middle of it."
"What?"
"I would have warned you anyhow – whether you brought it up or not. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt, Sharon."
"What are you talking about?"
Elaine studied her for a moment. "I saw Mark Haley two nights ago," she said. "For the first time since he skipped bail."
"Where?"
"Right here. As soon as I saw who it was, I tried to slam the door in his face. But he got his foot in it and shoved his way inside. My husband wasn't here, and it scared the hell out of me."
"What'd he want?"
"He was just horny, probably. But he was so drunk he forgot about it. He was raving about what he was going to do to the people who had double-crossed him on that jewelry store robbery." She paused. "He was here pretty near an hour, and I don't think he stopped talking once."
"What did he say about the robbery?"
"Well, he didn't say anything directly, you know. It was just bits and pieces. Then he'd go on to something else. But he'd come back to it. And after a while I could sort of put two and two together."
"But what did he say, Elaine?"
"Well, first of all, I think that girl in the jewelry store was in on it. The girl clerk."
"Peggy Campbell?"
"If that's her name. He didn't mention it. But anyhow, he hinted around that she set it up."
"How?"
"By telling Mark when the owner would be out of the shop for a while. And by having all the right stones and pieces waiting for him when he walked in. And by telling the police he had a stocking over his head, so she couldn't identify him."
"Peggy Campbell," Sharon said thoughtfully. "I saw her two or three times, while they were questioning people at the police station. A real sweet-faced, innocent-looking little thing."
"Is she? Well, she's also a parolee – or she was at the time of the robbery. Aggravated assault, I think Mark said."
"That girl? Aggravated assault?"
"I gathered she didn't want to set it up. She had to."
"What?"
"Her parole officer made her. Mark said if she hadn't gone along, her parole officer would have sent her back to prison. The parole officer would have trumped up a violation of parole, he said. So the girl had no choice."
A terrible suspicion came to Sharon. "What was her parole officer's name?" she asked.
"He didn't say."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. He did say she made a habit of such things, though. I mean, forcing the girls under her to set up crimes." She paused. "And other things."
"Other things?"
"Well, he said she helped only the prettiest girls to get out on parole. I thought at first he meant she was a butch. But later I got the impression she wanted only the pretty ones so she could make them take part in orgies or something. I could be wrong, but that's the way it seemed to add up. Mark was almost falling-down drunk, remember. Half the time he didn't make any sense at all."
Elaine's robe had fallen away again, and now she put her hand between her legs, slipped a finger into her cunt, and began to frig herself slowly and deeply.
Sharon looked at the moist finger sliding in and out of the puffy lips with dismay.
"Elaine!" she said. "Stop that!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Elaine said, inserting another finger. "I've got a furnace in there. I've just got to have some relief."
"But I want to hear about Mark."
Elaine smiled and spread her legs a little wider. "I can talk and fingerfuck myself at the same time," she said. "You'll just have to listen without looking, honey."
Sharon looked away, trying not to hear the little sucking sounds Elaine's fingers made in the juicing pussy.
"You said Mark said something about people double-crossing him," she said. "What'd he mean by that?"
Elaine had begun to pant, and her voice was ragged. "That was the parole officer again. It had something to do with her fencing the jewels from the robbery. Or having them fenced – I don't know which. Anyhow, Mark thought she gave him a lot less than he had coming to him." She moaned, and Sharon could hear the wet, sucking sounds of Elaine's pussy coming much faster now. She could also smell the intoxicating scent of the other girl again, and for a moment she considered moving to a chair a little further away, where she wouldn't be quite so disconcerted.
"The parole officer also held out on Peggy Campbell, apparently," Elaine went on, her voice husky and blurred with passion. "Mark was making threats about what he'd do if she didn't come up with the money she'd held out on him. He'd been on the run ever since he skipped bail, he said. But he couldn't get it out of his mind. And so he'd come back to even the score with her."
"I see," Sharon said. Trying to listen to Elaine's voice without at the same time listening to the fingers pistoning in her cunt was more than she could manage. And even though what Elaine was telling her was of such great importance to her, it was all she could do to refrain from slipping her own fingers into her own cunt and frigging herself just as hard and deep as Elaine was doing on the couch across from her.
"That's why I said all hell was about to break loose," Elaine said.
"I see what you mean," Sharon said. "You'd better lie low for a while, honey. Stirring things up just now could land you in an awful lot of trouble."
"What else did Mark say?"
"That's all. At feast about anything that might concern you."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
Sharon shook her head, frowning. What irony, she reflected. Just when she'd finally begun to take some action to clear her name, Mark Haley had to come back to start trouble. It was almost too much to bear. The same man who had ruined her life had now set himself on a course that would make it more difficult than ever for her to do anything about it.
She sat very still, trying not to listen to the sounds coming from the couch, wondering what she ought to do. But the sounds were too exciting, and the scent was too enticing, and she found herself wholly unable to concentrate.
Suddenly the sounds stopped. "Sharon?" Elaine said.
"What?"
"Please kiss my cunt a little, honey. I'm dying." Sharon started to look around at her, then caught herself. "No, Elaine," she said softly.
"Then let me suck yours," Elaine said. "Have a heart, honey. I've been crazy to go down on you ever since the first time I met you."
Sharon could keep her eyes off Elaine's pussy no longer. The inflamed lips were swollen to twice their size now, and the smooth, denuded mound glistened with cunt juice. Elaine's hand lay on her thigh, wet to the wrist.
"Please, Sharon," Elaine said, her beautiful gray eyes pleading. "I'll give you the best suck you ever had."
Sharon started to get up. "I think I'd better be going," she said.
"No!" Elaine said, jumping to her feet. "You can't!" She was standing directly in front of Sharon now, a hand outstretched as if to restrain her. "I won't let you."
Sharon smiled. "I really do have to leave, Elaine. I'm sorry, but…"
"Oh, no you don't!" Elaine said, and dropped to her knees in front of her. "Sharon! For God's sake, let me suck you."
"What's come over you?" Sharon said.
"You," Elaine said. "That's what's come over me." Suddenly she leaned forward, pushed Sharon's skirt up to the tops of her thighs, and began to lick the sleekly nyloned legs, first one and then the other.
Sharon put her hands on Elaine's shoulders and tried to push her away. But it was like pushing against a wall. For such a fragile, feminine-looking girl, Elaine was almost unbelievably strong.
"What are you doing?" Sharon said. "Stop that!"
For answer, Elaine moved her, mouth up the warm swell of Sharon's thigh to the two-inch expanse of bare, flesh between the top of her stocking and the taut bottom edge of her panties.
Sharon tried again to push her away – with no more success than she'd had the first time. "Stop," she said. "Please stop, Elaine."
But Elaine seemed not to have heard, her broad tongue lapping up the juice that had seeped down below Sharon's bikini. Then she put her hands behind Sharon's hips and pulled her forward in the chair until her pussy was just over the edge.
Sharon put her knees together, but Elaine pried them apart and buried her head between her thighs again. This time, she put her mouth directly over Sharon's slit, forcing the nylon between the lips, with her tongue.
"Elaine…" Sharon began. "Elaine, don't…"
Elaine reached up beneath Sharon's skirt, caught the waistband of her panties with her fingertips, and drew them off in one quick, fluid motion.
"Why, you little bitch!" she said, laughing. "You're just as horny as I am. These panties are absolutely soaked." She tossed the panties aside. "Don't you want to take your dress off too, honey?"
"No," Sharon said.
Elaine smiled. "I'll bet you will a little later on," she said, and put her head between Sharon's thighs again.
Sharon watched Elaine licking the juice from her sable curls for a few moments, then sighed and closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do about this, she knew. She could only submit, and hope that Elaine didn't get so carried away that she began to bite. She took a deep breath, then another. The smell of her and Elaine's cunt was beginning to make her dizzy.
"Why've you got your eyes shut?" Elaine said.
"I don't know."
"Well, watch me, honey. I want you to."
"Why?"
"I enjoy it more that way."
Sharon opened her eyes.
"That's better," Elaine said, and began to lap the juice from Sharon's streaming lips like a cat lapping up cream.
"Ohhhh," Sharon breathed.
"Good?" Elaine asked thickly, her mouth filled with juice.
"Ummm!" Sharon said.
Elaine swallowed the juice and began to lap again, pulling Sharon's lips slowly apart licking the thickening membrane between the outer and inner labia. It was strange, Sharon reflected dreamily, how much girls' tongues differed from one another. There were no two alike, really, and no two girls used them alike. Vickie, for example. Vickie's tongue was long and thin and pointed, capable of incredible extension. And when she sucked, she did so with long, deep thrusts, keeping her tongue stiff and moving it in and out almost exactly as if it were a man's prick. If ever the word tonguefucking applied to a girl's oral technique, it applied to Vickie's.
But Elaine, on the other hand, had a broad, flat, very thick tongue with a wonderfully rough surface that seemed to draw Sharon's membrane to itself like hundreds of tiny suction cups. Elaine didn't tonguefuck; she sucked and licked, and in her own way she was every bit as skilled as Vickie.
Elaine had spread Sharon's cunt wide apart now.
"Oh, Elaine… oh, my God…"
"Press your legs against my head a little harder, honey," Elaine said. "If there's one thing I love, it's the feet of round garters on my face."
"I know," Sharon said. "I like it too."
"Rolled right up to your pussy – and all neat and taut and everything. It's just wonderful. Round garters, way up high, are ten times sexier than pantyhose, don't you think?"
"Yes," Sharon said, lifting her pussy toward Elaine's mouth. "Suck me."
"Remember now," Elaine said. "Press real hard." Sharon watched Elaine's face burrow into the folds of her widely spread cunt, then clamped her head between her thighs, remembering how good Vickie's hard round garters had felt against her face the first night she had been able to convince Vickie she ought to wear them. Vickie had worn them often for Sharon after that – agreeing that, in bed, they gave cunt-sucking a whole new dimension.
As Sharon relaxed, thrilling to the feel of Elaine's questing tongue, she reached up and unbuttoned the top of her dress. Reaching down into the nearly-nothing bra, she began to fondle herself, kneading the firm flesh gently, rolling it beneath her palm, feeling the hard little nipple.
But she liked to see as well as feel herself, and she took out her breast and began to twist the nipple back and forth, pulling it forward until it slipped from between her fingers, then squeezing it and pulling it out again, time after time.
Then, on impulse, she slipped off a shoe and trailed her toe up the inside of Elaine's thigh until it reached the juice-filled groove below the naked mound. Slowly she moved her toe the length of Elaine's cunt lips and back again. Elaine, her tongue probing into Sharon's pussy, moaned with pleasure. Sharon pushed her toe between the lips and began to rotate it – slowly at first, then faster and faster until she was spinning it in the hot little well as fast as she could.
The combination of Elaine's tongue in her cunt, her own toe in Elaine's cunt, and the violent massaging she had been giving her breast at last took its toll, and she began to cum.
It was a long, long orgasm – one of the longest she had ever had.
"Wow!" Elaine said as she took her head from between Sharon's legs and sank back on her heels. "Did you ever go off! I thought for a minute your pussy was going to suck my tongue right out of my mouth. I mean it. You've really got suction in there."
Sharon smiled at her, saying nothing, trying to catch her breath.
"Now turn around," Elaine said.
"What?"
"I want to rim you."
"Oh."
"Don't you want me to?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well, then turn yourself around and face the chair. I want that gorgeous little ass right up in my face, where I can get to it. All of it."
"But no love-bites," Sharon said.
"Don't worry," Elaine said. "I may feel like it. I may even feel like eating the whole thing all the way off. But I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Now turn around."
Sharon got down on her knees in front of the chair, drew her skirt up around her waist, and rested her elbows on the cushion. "That all right?" she said.
"Perfect," Elaine said. "Just perfect."
At first, as Elaine licked her hips, Sharon felt a little apprehensive – especially when the other girl paused now and then to suck up a mouthful of skin – but when she realized Elaine was being careful to cover her teeth with her lips, she felt much less tense. And soon she gave herself over entirely to the exquisite pleasure of having her ass sucked.
Elaine's mouth moved in hot, wet circles, bathing every inch of Sharon's right buttock. Sharon could feel herself begin to juice again, more copiously than ever. And when Elaine's tongue brushed across her anus on its way to her other hip, she thought for a moment she was going to have another orgasm. She was impatient to be rimmed, and came near saying as much. But she knew how much, Elaine was enjoying herself, and she said nothing.
Elaine bathed her left hip just as lovingly as she had her right. Then there was a long, suspenseful moment while Sharon waited for the feel of Elaine's mouth on her anus.
At last it came – the warmth of Elaine's breath on the tender little opening, and then the feel of the soft wet lips themselves.
Elaine kissed it tenderly, spreading her lips around it, then drawing them together over the anal button, worrying it between them for an instant before she spread her lips around the aperture again.
Sharon cupped her bare breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. But once they were there, she neither kneaded her breast nor fingered her pussy. She just wanted to feel her hands on herself while she concentrated on what Elaine was doing to her anus.
"Oh, what a beautiful ass," Elaine said, laying her cheek against it and hugging it to her. "Please, Sharon – let me bite it."
"No!"
"Just a teeny bit? I won't hurt you."
"No. You promised, Elaine."
"Just one bite, and I could die happy."
"Don't you dare."
Elaine sighed, and a moment later Sharon felt the other girl's mouth press against her anus again. This time, Elaine began to lap the tiny hole with the flat of her tongue, just as, a few minutes ago, she had lapped her pussy.
Sharon tried to keep her ass motionless, but it was impossible. Elaine's tongue was sending little shock waves all through her, radiating out from her asshole all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. She was beginning to perspire freely, and she wished now she'd removed her dress before Elaine began to rim her. But the hot wedge of slippery flesh gliding across her ass felt so good that she couldn't bear to ask Elaine to stop long enough to strip.
Elaine was panting, making hungry sounds as she licked harder. And now, suddenly, she moved her tongue across Sharon's perineum and licked the juice from her streaming cunt. When she discovered that Sharon's hand was cupping the drenched, blue-black mound, she licked up the juice that had seeped between Sharon's fingers, and then moved her tongue back across tingling perineum to her asshole again.
Sharon closed her eyes, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of her cunt, and began to rub the ball of her thumb across the tip of her hard nipple.
"Put it up me, Elaine," she murmured.
Elaine put her palms flat on Sharon's hips and gently spread them apart, and Sharon felt her anus begin to open. She tried to relax so that it would open further. But it was several seconds before she could feel Elaine's moist warm breath inside it, and knew she had succeeded.
Elaine kissed the now-gaping anal mouth long and lovingly, then began to lick around the rim. Then the tip of Elaine's tongue probed the opening tentatively, tasting it.
Sharon was rolling her hips now, but Elaine seemed to anticipate every movement and her mouth never lost its contact with the damp, fevered little hole beneath it.
Then Elaine's tongue slid into the opening, pushing hard against the membrane walls, forcing its way deeper and deeper, and Sharon heard herself cry out with delight. Elaine's tongue couldn't be in her more than an inch or so, she knew, but it felt as if it were all the way up her rectum.
She made no effort to remain still now. Instead, she moved her hips back in short quick movements to meet the darting thrusts of Elaine's tongue, hearing the rhythmic wet slapping sounds as her ass came into contact with Elaine's face.
When she came, it was with such intensity that she felt like screaming. She came in over-increasing waves of searing ecstasy – until she was so weak that even the support of the chair was not enough and she fell over to one side.
But that, too, Elaine had anticipated, and she followed Sharon's ass with her mouth, her tongue still spearing hard and deep into Sharon's rectum. And when at last Sharon had finished spending, Elaine moved her mouth between her legs and licked and sucked until not one single droplet of juice remained on Sharon's mound or legs or perineum.
"I came too, honey," Elaine said as she helped Sharon to her feet. "Four times. Twice while I was rimming you, and twice while you were cuming yourself."
Sharon smoothed down her dress and slipped her foot into the shoe she had taken off so that she could frig Elaine's slit with her toe.
"It was wonderful, Elaine," she said. "Just wonderful."
"Would you nice a shower now?"
"Yes," Sharon said, then glanced at her watch. "Oh, my God! It's almost two."
"What's the difference?"
"I have to be at my parole officer's place at two."
"What for?"
"I don't know."
"That reminds me of something, Sharon. It completely slipped my mind."
Sharon took a comb from her handbag and began drawing it through the long black tresses. "What is it?" she said. "Oh, I must look a mess."
"You look even prettier than when you walked in," Elaine said. "A good rimming will do that for a girl, you know."
Sharon started for the door. "What was it you were going to tell me? I've got to run, Elaine."
"Maybe it's not important, anyhow. It's just that Mark Haley said this woman parole officer and some male parole officer had an understanding. The way I got it, they exchanged favors."
"What do you mean?" Sharon said, her hand on the knob.
"Well, when the male parole officer wanted a girl, the woman parole officer would see that he got one."
"Oh."
"And the other way around. If the woman parole officer needed a man – say, to do some man-type work for her – why, all she had to do was ask."
"How nice."
"Yes. And of course if little robberies or extortions or whatever came up, and required both a man and a woman, why then it was all sweet and instant cooperation."
Sharon nodded. "Well, thanks for everything, Elaine," she said as she opened the door. "If I don't hurry, I'll be late getting over to – oh, I almost forgot my panties."
"I was hoping you would," Elaine said. Sharon started over to pick them up, but Elaine held out a hand. "Please," she said, "I'd like to keep them."
"Why?"
"They're drenched with your perfume. The scent will last for a long, long time. Weeks and weeks."
"I know. But…"
"And what could be nicer, when I have only my finger for company, than to press your panties to my face with my other hand?"
Sharon smiled. "What a sweet thing for you to say," she said.
Elaine laughed, and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm just naturally a very sweet person," she said as she opened the door for her. "After all, I didn't bite your pretty little ass even once."