It was a struggle for Virginia to prod herself from her bed when the alarm went off next morning. Like a zombie, she dressed, ate a light breakfast and went to the IRT-Lexington Avenue Downtown Express. There, she fought her way into the subway car along with the rest of the pressing throng. She got off the train at Wall Street and made her way to her office building, grabbing a container of coffee from the Horn amp; Hardot on the way in.
There was little work for her that morning. Virginia was a secretary and her boss was away. She was bored, and it was difficult for her to stay awake till her regular Monday luncheon date with her girl friend, Patrice. She left her office at noon and hurried down towards Water Street and the restaurant.
As always, she told her experiences to her girl friend in complete, detailed, living Technicolor accuracy.
"What do you think?" she asked when she'd finished her tale. Patrice shook her head slowly, thoughtfully.
"Well, I'm sure it s not the first time they've done that. It sounds like they're a team at it. And I'm positive that Jade does have a masochistic streak in her. Obviously it was tough for her to take all Chad's cock inside but just as obviously, she most certainly knew in advance it would go the way it did.
"I think you're fight," Virginia said.
"Heard from any more of them?"
"No, not yet," Virginia answered.
"I have to pay another fee for more introductions."
"And?"Virginia smiled with girlish lechery.
"You bet I'm going to."
Patrice seemed genuinely glad for Virginia. The afternoon went even more slowly for Virginia. She decided to leave early, at four-thirty.
There was an envelope in her mailbox. The return address was Fun-Mate.
Virginia kicked off her shoes, dropped her handbag and settled comfortably onto her sofa. She opened the letter and read it. It contained thename, address and phone number of a man who'd been determined as a good match for her by Fun-Mate.
Virginia frowned. What was going on? She'd only paid for one contact Jeff and had already gotten an extra one with Chad.
She decided to call. "Fun-Mate. May I help you?"
"Yes," Virginia said into the phone. She explained her confusion. "One moment, please."
Virginia waited. The woman came back onto the phone. "Thank you for waiting. The contact fees for the first two gentlemen were paid by the gentlemen who called you. The match you've just received is your first contact."
"Ohhhh, I see," Virginia said."Okay, then. Thank you." "Our pleasure," the woman answered and Virginia then hung up. There was something naggingly familiar about the girl's voice on the phone, but she couldn't even come close to placingit.
Virginia swept it out of her mind and decided to give her match-up a call, just on the chance that he might be home.
He was.
"Hello!" she quickly re-read his name from the letter. "Burt. My name is Virginia. Fun-Mate said we'd have a good time together."
They spoke for almost twenty minutes. Burt had a low, sensual baritone, and his every word was carefully enunciated. They decided to meet that night for dinner at his place. Burt lived on Perry Street in the West Village.
"I'll cook us something very French, very delicious and very satisfying," he said.
Virginia lay down and rested for about an hour. At six she got up and took a bath, then changed into a pant suit she favored. It was one of the currently fashionable patchwork styles, and she knew she looked exceptionally good in it. She left her gorgeous hair loose and long, streaming down over her shoulders. It was a pleasant evening. Virginia decided to walk it. She reached his house at exactly seven-thirty.
Virginia went up the eight steps of the sandstone stoop to the doorway, intent on locating Burt's buzzer. There was only one.
She pressed it. At moment later, the doorbell hummed and she pushed it inward and stepped into the hall. Once inside, her suspicion was confirmed: He owned the entire building. Burt stepped out into the hail, and met her. Buthigh from the wine. And she was feeling something else, too: There was an insistent throbbing in her crotch. Her cunt was blazing hot, and she could feel the tickle of damp moisture between the blood-engorged lips. She was almost constantly fighting back the urge to reach down and nib her twat. Burt opened a cabinet and brought over a tray containing a number of small bottles. One by one, he named the contents of each but skipped over the last, an unlabeled bottle of clear liquid.
"What's that one?" she asked. "Oh, well, have you ever had anisette?"
She nodded. "Well, this is called absinthe. Anisette is a poor imitation of anisette. Would you like to try some, lovely lady?"She nodded. Instead of the gesture being graceful, it became a drunken tilt. She giggled at the realization of her own tipsiness.
Burt smiled patronizingly and poured her a small glass of the clear liquid. It had a faint greenish tinge to it and a potent aroma.
"Come, let us return to the living room," Burt invited. "You look a bit flushed."
"Why, that's a very good idea," she said, conscious and uncaring that her words were slightly slurred. Burt offered her his arm. She stood and staggered just a little against the edge of the table. Burt was smiling, still, as if her drunkenness was something pleasantly amusing.
"Ohhhhh that feels good!" Virginia said sincerely as she fell heavily onto the sofa.
"That dinner was scrumptious," she said, hugging herself."
"Burt, I'm just a little warm a little high, too."
She giggled. "So if you don't mind…"Without waiting for any reply, she unbuttoned her pant suit jacket and slipped out of it. She wore a lightweight turtleneck top beneath it and, as always, she was braless. She looked down at the firm jutting thrust of her large tits and noted that her nipples were quite clearly swollen under the fabric.
She looked up again. Burt was out of the room. She was no longer able to resist the impulse. Virginia reached between her legs and rubbed her cunt-mound with the fingers of one hand, sighing deeply at the pressure on her clitoris and swollen pussy-lips. She was so hot, so turned on. She wished Burt would make some kind of a pass at her. If his expertise in the sack matched his knowledge in the kitchen…
She stopped, suddenly, and glanced around. Still no sign of Burt. Quickly, she drained the last of the absinthe from her glass and put it back on the coffee table. Again she glanced around. No Burt. Giggling softly, slyly, Virginia rubbed her pussy through her pants with enthusiasm, thinking to give herself a quick come before Burt came back. She leaned her head back as the pleasures boiled through her body. Her eyes closed and that was oddly restful. She knew she should open her eyes to the room in case he returned, but she couldn't think of a good reason to do it..