Cast of Characters:
Carol Maxine King AKA Carlos Maxwell King: A gynephilic cross-dresser
Darlene Faye Roosevelt AKA Dee: An alluring and shapely call girl
Blonde and redhead: A couple of beautiful lesbians
Jack Steel AKA Big Bro: A piggish bar owner
Viktor Thorpe: A club disc jockey
Sienna Kurtis: A call girl and Darlene’s friend
Naomi Jolene Rivers AKA busty barmaid: An enticing barmaid employed at Jack Steel’s Bar
Amy: Employed as housemaid by Carol
Bonnie Yanez: Carol’s ex-girlfriend
Jerome Arnold Wilkins: Proprietor of Filly & Dove Studios
Ruth Marlene Wilkins: Jerome’s sister and an instructor at Finart Reflections LLC
Carol King stood at the open window of her luxury bedroom. Looking up, she watched the sparse clouds on the horizon. The orange tint of sunlight melded beautifully with the blue sky. Birds were soaring up and diving down, clearly enjoying their flight in the cold sea air. She smiled and turned her grey eyes. People of different races and countries thronged the beach. The majority of them were couples and they sat, chatted, ate, or took casual strolls on the sand. Children played ball with their families. Boys flaunted their stout and muscular bodies in swimming shorts. Girls, dressed in figure-hugging swimsuits, either accompanied the boys or got together for building sand castles.
Carol gazed around and a couple of girls caught her attention. One of them was a blonde who looked extremely seductive in hot pink bikini. Her companion was a beautiful redhead, whose green one-piece swimsuit befitted her voluptuous figure. She stood behind the blonde, hugging her affectionately.
Appraising the hotties, Carol licked her lips and she knew they were lesbians. The blonde held the binoculars to her eyes for birdwatching. She let the redhead fondle her thighs, stomach, and tits. Receiving a shower of pecks on her shoulder and neck, she turned her head to the redhead and smiled dreamily. The next instant, their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.
Carol grinned as the blonde turned around and embraced the redhead before kissing her again. “What a sight,” she spoke to herself. “They are too preoccupied in love to elude unwanted attention. Doing something bold is good, but doing something out of ordinary is the real thrill.”
She laughed, turned her head to look at the bed, and added, “Yes! They are enjoying the ambiance that the beach is providing them, but I have a special way to pursue my deepest desire.”
Fixing her eyes on the golden bed sheet, she recalled the erotic episode that happened last Saturday night.
They met at Jack Steel’s bar. Carol could not resist an urge to whistle as she looked at her.
Unlike other call girls, she had put on the light makeup and braided her blonde hair into a graceful long plait. The wide-set brown eyes and full mouth were the charismatic features of her diamond-shaped face. She was dressed in a leopard print mini dress, which accentuated her shapely curves and exposed significant amount of her cleavage.
Jack had already told her about a man named Carlos, and that he would be waiting for her in the far left corner. Hence, she could find her client instantly after entering the bar. Swaying her hips, she walked over to the table where a young chap was sitting. He was lanky, smooth-skinned, and handsome. The elegant black suit with white tie, pencil mustache, thick eyebrows, and a fedora buttressed his good looks. However, his deep-set eyes had a lasting impression on her. Meeting his cold piercing stare, she shivered inwardly.
Carlos leaned back and pointed to the chair at her right. As she sat down, he summoned the busty barmaid and ordered the black spiced rum. The barmaid returned to their table when DJ Viktor began playing a downtempo chill out track. After serving the drink, she turned around and departed.
Looking fixedly at the call girl, Carlos took his glass. A feeling of uneasiness swept through her but she forced a smile and followed his example. He finished his drink in silence, set the glass down, and asked her what her name was. When she told him that her name was Sienna Kurtis, he laughed. She felt irritated, but instantly kept her temper; reproaching a client, for any reason, would surely ruin her business.
She finished her drink; Carlos picked up the tab, got on his feet, and took her by the arm as she rose. They walked out of the bar, and he led her to his Honda Civic LX Sedan. In approximately twenty minutes, they reached his home.
After entering the bedroom, Carlos took his fedora and jacket off. Sienna noticed that his hair was black, short, and spiky. Then her eyes fell on the bulge in his pants and her lips curved into a smile. He observed her expression, smirked, approached her, and placed his hands on her back. She gasped as he pulled her for a passionate kiss. Keeping his lips locked with hers, he unzipped her dress and yanked it down her body.
Without getting nude himself, Carlos removed her undergarments and led her to bed. She lay down and took him in her arms as he hovered above her. They kissed each other until he resolved to make an erotic tour of her voluptuous body. He kissed her cheeks, eyes, mouth, and chin. Flicking his tongue on her neck and chest, he nuzzled into her cleavage and licked under her full tits. She closed her eyes and fingered his hair as he grabbed the juicy pair, and went on with sucking her light brown nipples until they stood out. Then he showered her flat stomach with a trail of kisses and lingered at her crotch. She splayed her legs, letting him suck and lick her pussy lips. Caressing and kissing her legs, he went down to her feet. After sucking her toes, he rolled her over. His tongue trekked up her body, elevating her desire. Moving slowly but expertly, he licked each leg and paused at her big ass cheeks. Parting them open, he licked along their insides and teased her chocolate starfish. Sienna gave a start as he spanked her, then kissed the red marks on her booty, and licked up her spine. Lying close-eyed under him, she laughed and felt his wet lips on her left earlobe.
Instantly, Carlos told her to roll over and lie on her back. She obeyed and watched him as he shifted his position, knelt between her legs, and rose up. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he undid his pants and then the jockstrap. Sienna’s eyes fell on his crotch, and then she gasped. There was no sign of the cock between his legs. Instead, he had a hairy pussy. She looked up, gaping at her client’s mustached face; Carlos was actually a woman, just like her!
Carol laughed at the stunned look on Sienna’s face. She bent down promptly, touched her thighs, and splayed her legs.
Sienna hissed as something wet flicked on her inflamed twat. Then a soft thing captured her clit, holding it in suction. Soon, her cunt walls quivered and stomach muscles contracted for the pleasure that brimmed her vitals. She sighed and closed her eyes delightedly; the cross-dresser was licking and sucking her so well.
Carol released her hood, licked down to her vaganus, moved up, and took her clit again. Sienna emitted a low, guttural moan. She reached down, grabbed her lesbian client’s head, and pushed it against her twat.
Carol kept up the good work, pleasuring her to the swift plateau. Sienna yelped and shuddered as she squirted profusely on her face. Feeling the loss of vitality, she lay spread-eagled and let Carol lick her spent pussy.
After a while, Carol embarked on licking her stomach and sucking her tits. Sienna gazed into her eyes, smiled broadly, and took her mouth in a French kiss. Perceiving the contented look on her face, Carol moved to her right and fished out a 7″ strap-on from the nightstand.
Sienna stared desirously at the curved and polished dildo. She trembled with anticipation; Carol strapped the harness to her hips and groins, and knelt between her legs.
Sienna bit her lip as Carol’s pink shaft parted her pussy lips and glided into her love canal. The glans slid against her G-spot and hit her womb. She moaned and hugged her client lustfully.
Carol pulled her hips back and drove the shaft down Sienna’s cunt. Building her pace up, she went on with fucking her. The harness hit her own pussy, bringing her to climax before Sienna could cum once again.
They spent the rest of the night making love. For Carol, hiring call girls as her girlfriends and fucking them in her bedroom was a weekly venture. For Sienna, Carol was an extraordinary client. Inwardly, she admired the cross-dresser for her vim and vigor. Men were not as loving in bed as she was. The way she led her to the heights of lesbian passion was truly amazing.
At the crack of dawn, Carol fell asleep in Sienna’s arms; she had snuggled her head against her bust. A sweet slumber ensconced the call girl as well, and she woke in the noon. Carol was already up and dressed in her masculine outfit. With an air of indifference, she pointed to a nightstand. Following her gesture, Sienna looked around; an endorsed check lay there. She sighed, put her mini dress on, took the check, and departed.
A loud ambulance siren wailed past her window. Carol gave a start and looked out. People still sat on the sand or participated in the recreational activities. The redhead and her fair-haired girlfriend were nowhere on the beach. “Perhaps they are gone,” she told herself.
Carol turned to the dressing table, placed her hands on her waist, and appraised her reflection in the mirror. Her lips curved into a smile. She had dressed herself in a men’s solid blue shirt, pinstripe navy blue pants, and a leather belt. It was nearly impossible for anybody to clock her as a cross-dresser; a pair of control-top pantyhose that bound her small bust, a silicone packer that made a bulge in her pants, the crepe hair gummed into a pencil mustache and thick eyebrows, and the black hair groomed in M pattern receding style utterly masked her femininity.
“Mmm… you look handsome Mr. King,” she spoke to her reflection. “Tonight you’ll be taking the same delicacy.”
Beaming at the mirror, Carol gave herself the thumbs up and turned around. She walked out of her home, got into her sedan, and headed for the bar.
After twenty minutes, she parked the car beside a large trash can and looked to her left. There was a well-worn neon sign with blinking orange lights. It was emblazoned with the rusty sculpture of a nude girl; her legs were entwined around the stem of a cocktail glass, and one hand grasped its rim. To the immediate left of the girl and glass, weathered wording appeared in white enamel.
JACK STEEL’S BAR
Carol cut the engine off, got out of her car, and walked toward the building. Stepping inside, she heard the punk rock guitar-backing track. ‘So he’s here,’ she inferred and approached the counter.
Naomi, the busty barmaid, greeted her with a broad grin. She was dressed in a cropped peasant top, cherry red garter miniskirt with attached apron, white thigh highs, and black heels.
Staring at her lustfully, Carol whistled. “Wow! You’ve got me hooked baby,” She quipped, keeping the pitch of her voice low.
Naomi laughed and the curly brown hair stirred around her shoulders. “I knew you’d love my dress,” she said.
“Cause it is too short to hide your assets,” Carol said, grabbing Naomi by her arms. She pulled her close and pecked her on mouth.
The barmaid put her hands on Carol’s chest and pushed her playfully. “Oh no Carlos, don’t forget,” she said. “I can’t kiss you back.”
“Yeah, I know. Big Bro is here already.”
Naomi nodded, and rolled her eyes to right. Carol turned her head. Jack, an elegantly dressed bald man with a porky face, sat near the counter; he was drumming the table to music.
‘He looks quite happy,’ she thought, ‘but why?’
“He wants to have a word with you,” Naomi told her.
“I see,” Carol said, and she walked over to Jack’s table. Occupying a chair opposite him, she said, “Hey Big Bro! What’s up?”
Jack looked at her and grinned. “CARLOS, my boy, I was expectin’ ya,” he spoke.
“Oh, really! What can I do for you?”
“Lemme ask ya first,” he said. “What will ya like to drink?”
“Holy crap, you don’t seem like yourself tonight!”
“Hum-why’d ya say this?”
“Cause I’ve never seen you so welcoming. Ah, don’t tell me! You’ve just fucked the busty barmaid, haven’t you?”
“Tell her to bring the appletini,” Carol said.
“Ha! That’s a good one,” he said and motioned the barmaid to his table.
Naomi approached them, took the drink order, and returned to the counter. Then she chilled a couple of cocktail glasses with ice, mixed the apple-flavored vodka with apple schnapps and apple cider in a shaker, removed the ice chunks, and strained the concoction out to fill the glasses. After garnishing the rim of each glass with a wedge of apple, she took the drink and walked back to Jack’s table. While serving it, she cast a sidelong glance at Carol who looked apparently uninterested in her. Sighing dolefully, she turned around and departed to entertain other patrons.
Jack took a few draughts and said, “Before ya came, I thought ya wouldn’t show up ’til this track was over.”
Carol grinned. “You can still enjoy listening to punk rock, and dance with your girlfriend if she is here,” she said, sipping her drink.
“It’s the BUSINESS I’m talkin’ about.”
“Why? I don’t think we should revise the terms of our deal.”
“There’s somethin’ ya’ll be pleased to hear.”
Carol frowned, “Be specific Big Bro! Don’t drop the hints,” she said.
“From now on, ya can hire a gal-fer longer sessions.”
“Cool! How long will each session last?”
“Three nights,” he said.
“Hah! That will be a drag having one girlfriend for 72,” she said coldly.
“D’ya want more gals? No problem! Jus’ pay more than ya do’n have fun.”
“I know, but prolonging the GFE session sounds a worthless idea to me.”
“Yeah, right! If I were ya, I would ne’er say NO to this.”
“An affordable proposition is always important, Big Bro! Your offer seems much too dear for my pocketbook.”
Jack chuckled, “Ya’re talkin’ like a moron,” he said. “It won’t cost ya dear, but fair!”
Carol thought for a while and said, “Ok, shoot!”
“Good! I knew ya would change yer mind. Take a gal fer three nights’n don’t rush dismissin’ her. In return, I’ll get a 10% raise.”
“A 10% raise,” she exclaimed, “but you’ve already agreed upon getting a 20% per each transaction.”
Jack smirked. “That was ages ago,” he said. “If ya make shady dealings’n secure yer associates from any exposure but yer expenses go on risin’, what will ya do?”
Carol was about to rejoin him but the bar owner averted his eyes to the doorway. “Aha! Here comes some eye candy,” he said excitedly.
Almost impulsively, Carol turned her head and followed his gaze to see who had lightened him up. Her eyes fell on an alluring newcomer and she exclaimed, “Wow!”
That newcomer was a well-endowed girl in her mid-twenties. An open side chunky chain gown boldly accentuated her juicy curves. It snugly covered her tits, stomach, and big booty. The velvet material undulated, partly exposing her silky legs as she walked. The cream heels she wore looked contrasting against her midnight blue dress. Some patrons oohed and aahed at her, and a man bawled, “Heya bitch, wanna fuck’n cum wit me?”
The girl paid them no heed, walked toward the counter, and said something to Naomi. In return, the barmaid motioned her to Jack’s table. “So she’s askin’ about me,” he spoke in undertone.
Turning calmly to left, she approached the table and stopped behind an unoccupied chair. Carol appraised her with fascination. The smoothness and warmth reflected on her olive skin; it gave her heart-shaped face a subtle tanned glow. Her deep-set hazel eyes looked smoky, and the delicate rouge made her pouty lips shiny and inviting. The sleek golden brown hair, groomed in gentle layers and graceful curls, cascaded down her back.
Carol’s pussy twitched as she ogled at her huge bust, slim waist, and wide hips. For a brief moment, they looked directly at each other. The girl smiled instantly, and Carol could perceive a strange glint in her eyes.
“Big Bro,” the girl spoke to Jack. Her voice sounded sweet.
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied.
“I’m Dee. We talked on phone a couple of days ago.”
Jack smiled broadly. “Ya jus’ got here in time,” he said. “Welcome to my bar! Take yer seat’n feel at home.” As she sat down, he added, “Better soak yer tongue’n we’ll talk.”
Dee nodded and told him to order a glass of black spiced rum. Carol stared at her and frowned. She had enjoyed the very liquor with Sienna before eating her out. What she liked about the blonde was her enduring servitude and a very high sexual drive. After paying her for an overnight session, she called Jack and asked him whether the call girl could be hired again. Without beating around the bush, he agreed to procure Sienna for her.
Naomi brought the drink for Dee. Carol noticed with pure amusement that the barmaid looked peevish. She turned her eyes to Jack, ‘So the sugar daddy will go out with a new girl,’ she reflected.
Naomi spun on the ball of her foot and went back to the counter. Dee took a few draughts of the spiced rum and set her glass down. Carol finished her drink; she smacked her lips and sighed. “Well Big Bro,” she said. “I’m expecting a friend. If you don’t mind, I’ll move to another table.”
“Nope! Ya ain’t goin’ anywhere without settlin’ our deal.”
“Have you lost your marbles? This was supposed to be a confidential matter.”
“The friend ya want to see won’t come here. Ya can settle everythin’ before her,” Jack said, gesticulating at Dee.
“Give me a break! Are you telling me that you never called her to come? You can’t cast off your commitment. Abide by the deal we made last time, and don’t act like a low-life disrespectful thug. Your reputation is better than that, Big Bro!”
“Who told ya I did that? I called her but she refused some nights ago.”
“He is right, Mr. King,” Dee said, placing her hand on Carol’s. The soft feel of Dee’s hand electrified every nerve in her skin. She shuddered right away, and looked at her.
Dee smiled warmly and said, “Sienna won’t come here. She has to consult the gynecologist tonight.”
“So this doll’s here to fill the gap’n serve ya fer three nights,” Jack added.
“I see,” Carol replied him without taking her eyes off the call girl, and then she addressed her sharply, “You’ve just said her name. How did you know I was speaking about her?”
“She is my friend,” Dee said. “Big Bro talked to her about you, and she agreed to come here; but some ailment kept her from doing so. Hence, she told me to settle things with him.”
“Then she must have confided something MORE to you.”
Dee’s face fell, and she looked at Jack.
“Somethin’ more, ya say! Nope,” he broke in. “I told her yer name’n the terms of our deal.”
“Oh, yeah! I forgot that,” Carol said. “It is your first meeting with her, isn’t it?”
“Ya’re right. I ne’er knew this doll ’til she phoned, told me what her name was’n what time she’ll be comin’ to my bar.”
Carol smirked. ‘Perhaps Sienna has told him a bit much about her substitute,’ she deduced, ‘or else he has no reason to procure Dee for longer sessions.’
The bar owner speculated on Carol’s smug countenance, and said testily, “Let’s get back to business, shall we? I reckon ya got the answers to all issues in yer head but don’t wanna fool away the whole night. Plainly speakin’, ya take gals’n I’ll have my 10% raise! Deal or no deal?”
Carol thought of arguing against his proposition but Dee squeezed her hand right away. In return, she gazed at her and perceived an anxious look on her beautiful face. ‘That’s strange,’ she thought, and “Deal” was the only word she could utter at the moment.
Jack laughed triumphantly. “Bravo, my boy! Ya’ve made a 1-up,” he said. “It ne’er lets ya go empty-handed.”
Carol scowled at him. “You are always good at playing games and lining your pockets,” she said sharply and stood up. Dee followed her example, leaving her glass half-empty.
“Ya jus’ agreed on my offer, haven’t ya?”
“Pick up the tab for us,” she said, holding Dee by her left wrist and turned to leave the bar.
Carol’s grip constricted on Dee’s wrist as she led her to the doorway; “Wretched pig,” she muttered angrily.
“Ah! Be gentle Mr. King. You’re hurting me,” Dee chided.
Carol stopped in her tracks, stared at Dee, and let her wrist go.
Dee beamed. “Don’t forget! I’m your girlfriend for 72,” she said. “We should walk like lovers.” Moving her arm, she
intertwined it with Carol’s.
“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. Let’s get out of here,” Carol retorted.
“By all means,” Dee said salaciously.
As they turned to go out, DJ Viktor began playing the upbeat single Kylie.
“You know, I love this song,” Dee said.
“Impressive,” Carol said. “I love it too.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
“French Kiss With Kylie was Akcent’s best debut album. Their songs always lift your spirits! As you listen to them, you can’t hold back an urge to dance.”
“Mmm… yes! It’s a pity we can’t dance here.”
Carol looked into her gleaming eyes. The very first idea that entered her mind was her own desire to dance. She smiled instantly and said, “Why, of course we can!”
“Come on, baby,” Carol said and spun around. Dee followed, walking swiftly to the dance floor.
Jack laughed at their speedy gait. “Hey Carlos,” he shouted. ‘Are ya gonna dance’n fuck here all night?”
Ignoring his remark, Carol flung an arm around Dee’s waist and pulled her into a tight embrace. Dee gasped and looked into her eyes. They heard the lyrics.
Baby, you’re the one that melts my heart
I swear I’m not lying
Dee laughed and hugged her client, whose hand roamed secretly on her bare back; for a brief moment, she felt something hard that pressed against her mons. They danced as the singer intensified his intonation. Patrons yelled enthusiastically, and some couples gathered around to join them on the floor.
The duo swayed and turned rhythmically to the song. Their bodies touched, time and time again, creating a sexual energy between them. The packer hit Carol’s pussy, and the heat from Dee’s body inflamed her cunt. The singer vocalized,
You drive me crazy
You slowly drive me crazy
Think about you baby
Can’t get you out of my mind
I should be lucky
I should be so lucky
I should be lucky to sleep with you tonight.
With Dee’s arms snaked around Carol’s, the duo exchanged tender hugs. Resisting an urge to kiss each other, they continued dancing. As the song ended, they left the bar; walking hand in hand, they approached the spot where Carol had parked her sedan.
“Wow, so this is your car,” Dee spoke in fascination.
“It’s beautiful,” she said and raised her hand. Caressing Carol’s face, she asked lewdly, “Are you going to do me on the backseat now?”
“Do you think it was me who played Kylie for you? Just get in the car and we’ll be off in no time!”
Dee grinned as she walked around; she opened the car door and got in. Carol took the driver’s seat and the doors shut. They sped off into the night.
Carol pulled up the car as she reached her destination. “We’re home,” she declared.
Dee got out first. Staring at the luxury house, she clasped her hands together with glee. Carol moved closer and put an arm round her. They entered the building, walked past the living room, and climbed the stairs.
“Baby, I knew you’d love my home,” Carol said.
“Mmm… yes! Everything looks so fancy and furnished.”
“Amy is an efficient housemaid and a good girl. She knows her stuff.”
“Does she live here?”
“Never mind, she won’t disturb us!”
Dee laughed. “Big Bro told me your house is located on the seaside,” she said.
“That’s right! I love the beach and the ambiance that it provides. You’d always watch people coming from far and near, and having lots of fun in the salty sea air.”
“Hum-I’m with you!”
They went directly to a polished oak door. Carol opened it and motioned Dee to enter. Following her, she closed the door and said, “This is my bedroom.”
Dee looked around. A couple of wall lights dimly illuminated the room. An elegant queen-size bed stood with nightstands; a mirror and some paintings hung over its headboard. To the right, a venetian blind covered the only sliding window.
“It’s… it’s very romantic and cozy,” she said.
“Let me show you the beach.”
They walked over to the window. Carol lifted the blind slats before opening it. Standing beside her, Dee watched the rising and falling tides. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as a cold draft from the sea caressed her face.
Carol stared at her in awe; Dee looked like a celestial creature in the dim light as the air currents stirred her tresses. Capitulating to an urge, she slipped behind her and began fondling her bare skin.
Carol’s fingers delicately tickled her hips and waist. Brushing the golden brown hair across her back, she unknotted the halter ties and lustfully kissed her between the shoulder blades.
Dee trembled and laughed dreamily as she felt a love bite on her earlobe. Carol cast her halter straps aside and grabbed her by the arms; she made her spin, and pushed her against the wall. The top of Dee’s dress cascaded from her tits, revealing them to Carol’s ravenous eyes.
Carol grabbed her juicy melons and squeezed them playfully. Without further ado, she nuzzled into her cleavage and tweaked her dark olive nipples. Then she blew on her neck and kissed her cheek lightly.
Dee closed her eyes again; Carol’s wet lips pressed against her half-open mouth. She moaned and embraced the cross-dresser lovingly.
The amorous bliss overwhelmed them with heat and hunger. Carol gave her an ardent French kiss, and continued pulling her tits. In return, Dee clutched her shirt and wrenched it.
After a while, they broke their kiss. Dee’s tits jut out as she moved her head and strained her torso. Licking her own lips, Carol bent forward and opened them to take one nipple.
“Aah… mmm… mmm…” Dee moaned, feeling the pressure on her sensitive aureola. Carol’s lips glided over her supple flesh. She sucked it hard, and held a mouthful before releasing it slowly. Then she paid her attention to its counterpart. Drawing in her cheeks, she went on with sucking her boob until it slipped out.
Dee raised her arms up above her head and let Carol suck her tits passionately. She sighed as Carol’s tongue twirled on her erogenous nubs and tickled them to hardness.
Carol kissed her melons all over and resumed sucking her nipples. While doing so, she groped with her dress and peeled it down her hips.
Dee opened her eyes as Carol whispered, “I want to taste your pussy.”
‘Please do,’ she implored inwardly. Standing still, she let Carol kneel down and touch her crotch. Instantly, she heard her voice, “Hum-I like those girls who wear no undies to hide their assets. Now raise your leg, baby!”
Stepping from the velvet material that had fallen at her feet, Dee obeyed and set her right foot on the nightstand. She felt Carol’s hands on her stomach and left thigh, and then a kiss on her bald pussy.
Carol kept her mouth glued to Dee’s twat. Then she opened it, licked her swollen pussy lips deliberately, and moved up to capture her hood.
Dee convulsed as the pleasure hit her senses; Carol’s lips were closed on her engorged clit. She knew her client was sucking it with relish.
Carol shook her head while holding the ultra sensitive morsel in her mouth; it throbbed against her lips and tongue. Sucking it hard, she clawed at her thighs.
“Aah… aah… mmm… right there… yess… yess… right there…” Dee chanted, spurring her on to keep up the good work.
Carol released her clit in a smacker. She took it again, and squeezed her soft ass cheeks. Dee yelped receiving a spank, and then she convulsed; the titillating feel of Carol’s fingers on her butt crack was extremely delightful.
After giving Dee a few spanks, Carol let her clit go and licked her dripping pussy. ‘Yes she’s ready but I’ll fuck her without exposing my crotch tonight,’ she thought, tasting the moisture that seeped out of her cunt. Resolving to act upon the idea, she moved a hand between Dee’s thighs and located her asshole.
Dee uttered a throaty moan; something hard probed her slick entrance. She reached down, grabbed Carol’s head, and pushed it against her pussy.
Carol coated her finger with Dee’s juices, penetrated her asshole, lubed her rectum, and felt the spasmodic contraction of o ring around her major knuckle. At the same time, she continued sucking her clit.
Dee squealed; Carol’s mouth and hand were setting her ablaze. The passionate sucking and fucking actions electrified every nerve in her cunt. She reached her plateau in no time. Copious amounts of creamy juices flooded her love canal and she cummed, shuddering all over to the utmost lust.
Carol felt the wetness on her chin, and she pressed her lips against Dee’s pussy. Sucking her cum avidly, she drank it; some love juice dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
Dee moved her leg down to keep her balance. Carol clutched her thighs and licked her cum off them. “Boy, I love her taste,” she judged.
‘Sienna was right,’ Dee inferred. ‘Carlos is a lot better than the guys I’ve entertained. No one has ever pleasured me that much!’
Carol looked up suddenly. “Baby, let me eat your cunt again. You know I’m still hungry,” she told her.
“Wow,” Dee spoke in undertone. Following Carol’s gesture, she walked toward the bed and sat on its edge.
“VERY GOOD,” Carol made a hearty comment. She rose, approached her, and added, “Lie down!”
Dee lay on her back. Carol knelt before her and splayed her toned legs.
Dee sighed as she felt Carol’s mouth and tongue on her quivering pussy lips. Grabbing her own tits, she closed her eyes. The pleasure soon built up, driving her into ecstasy. “Ooh yes… yes… do me on your bed, Carlos! I’m yours,” she murmured.
Carol woke up after about 1 p.m. She blinked mindlessly at Dee’s bare back and messy hair. Coming to her senses in a while, she smiled faintly and recalled the overnight necking session they went through. She pleasured Dee without removing her own clothes or using the strap-on. The call girl had smooth skin and supple flesh; she enjoyed kissing her from head to toe, sucking her nipples, licking her asshole, and eating her cunt.
Carol reached her symmetrical ass cheeks and caressed them tenderly. Dee showed no reaction to her touch; she lay fast asleep.
“Perhaps she’s still exhausted for cumming so much,” she remarked and got out of bed. Standing before the dressing table, she looked heedlessly at her reflection in the mirror; her eyes flew open as she noticed the unbuttoned shirt, unzipped pants, and partly revealed undergarments.
Carol touched her crotch and felt the bulge in her jockstrap. Frowning instantly, she clutched the opening of her shirt. There were delicate lipstick marks on her cheeks, forehead, and neck. She looked again at the sleeping beauty and speculated, ‘Why, I didn’t plan doing this! Does she know I am not a man?’
On the second thought, Carol shook her head and grinned. She walked round the bed, opened the wardrobe, chose a dark purple shirt and black pants, and rushed to the bathroom.
After taking a shower bath, she got dressed and came out. Dee was already up; she rolled on her back, batted her eyelashes, and smiled. “Good morning,” she greeted her.
“You’d better say good afternoon,” Carol said curtly.
Dee gasped and sat up promptly. “Gosh, we’ve missed the morning,” she said.
“It doesn’t matter,” Carol rejoined. “After cumming all night long, the first thing that rejuvenates you is the deep slumber.”
Dee laughed. “Ooh, yes! I can feel that,” she said lasciviously, and moved a hand between her thighs.
Carol smirked. “Not so fast, baby! Just take a bath and get dressed,” she said.
“Aw,” Dee exclaimed.
“You are still my girlfriend, SILLY. Today we’ll go out and have fun.”
“Ah, ok. That’s a good idea,” she said and looked to her left. The gown and heels lay willy-nilly on the floor. “How sweet of you! I really forgot my dress,” she added.
“You won’t be wearing it for a couple of days.”
Dee stared at her. “WHAT,” she spoke out. “Do you mean I should go out nude with you?”
For a brief moment, Dee’s question rendered her speechless. Her voice quavered as she said, “Bo-Bonnie!”
Hearing the name, Dee frowned. She asked her right away, “Bonnie! Who’s she?”
Carol pursed her lips and spun around. Approaching the wardrobe, she opened it again and fished out a black polka dot swing dress. “I want you to put this on,” she said, and threw the material at her.
Dee caught it and said, “Erm… ok.”
The Amotropica Zoo was crowded as usual. People moved back and forth, chatting and laughing together. Children roamed around the vast green grounds with their parents. They rushed to the Interactive Fountain, frolicked in the refreshing water jets, bought animal-themed toys from the gift shops, and pointed joyously at the whistling ducks.
Dee hiked on the walking trails with Carol; she enjoyed the tropical setting of the zoo. The shrill cries of Bali Mynas, rhythmic chirping sounds of Black-naped Orioles, Sun Parakeets perching high in the trees, shelducks swimming in the ponds, and white-tailed deer foraging on the grass delighted them. Moreover, they observed various animals and birds confined within
enclosures; there were bears, panthers, alligators, New Guinea Dingoes, kangaroos, howlers, tortoises, and eagles.
At three forty five, the duo stepped inside the Cafe Amotropica; it offered a good menu to revitalize the visitors who felt a bit tired. Hence, they ate hot dogs and drank cold coffee before leaving the zoo.
Carol spent some time driving around the city, and finally pulled up her sedan in a parking lot. She led Dee toward a white building, cast a sidelong glance at her, and asked, “Have you been here before?”
Dee looked up and exclaimed, “Wow! You like gambling, don’t you?”
Carol smiled as she gazed at a large neon sign, featuring the blue sculpture of five aces. The cards lay unpacked, just above the red wording.
“Yes! I come here to play for stakes and often win a good amount of money,” she answered.
“Mmm… nice! Have you ever won something for the rest of your life?”
Carol laughed. “You know it never happens in gambling,” she said.
“Yeah, it never happens when you just gamble.”
Carol pushed the glass door open. They walked into the vestibule, entered the Big Hall, and stopped for a while to look around. The interior was well lit, elaborately furnished, and already crowded. People wisecracked with one another as they played poker, blackjack, and craps. The girls accompanied men who were enthusiastically placing bets at the roulette tables. Croupiers spun the wheels and balls in opposite directions. The winners cheered, got their prizes, and reveled with girls; conversely, the losers just scowled at them.
Carol grabbed Dee’s hand and resumed walking. “We’re gonna play against the house,” she said, approaching the cashier cage.
“Don’t you like to wager with other gamblers?”
“Yeah, but our evening may be spoiled if I beat a live opponent.”
“Erm… I don’t get you.”
“Some people are quite crazy. After losing their money in gambling, they threaten the winners and challenge them to fight. It’s a common scenario here, and I don’t want any trouble because I am dating you.”
Dee raised her eyebrows. “Well, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness,” she said.
Carol grinned. “The security measures are tight here,” she added. “You have to play fair because no one can evade the hidden cameras.”
Dee said nothing. To her amazement, Carol exchanged $100 for a bunch of token coins. Then they walked toward the carousel and occupied a couple of stools, which stood before the video slot machines.
Carol inserted a coin, and hit the red button as it blinked on the screen. Some dialogue boxes zoomed in, displaying various pictures and a pay table. “Aha,” she said. “I can see Jessica Rabbit, Princess Jasmine, and Cinderella.”
“So you will choose the princess, won’t you?”
“No! I’ll bet on Jessica.”
“Humm… suit yourself!”
Jessica batted her eyelashes as Carol touched her. Instantly, her pic magnified and five red arrows popped around her. Carol selected a lemon and a bell. All the pics zoomed out and simulated reels appeared with a confirmation dialogue box. She hit YES, and the reels got activated for a half-minute spin. One after the other, they slowed down and stopped. She stared at the screen and declared, “Ah! I lost the bet.”
“You have to try again,” Dee said.
“Yeah, I will,” she said and resumed making different combinations with Jessica. However, she lost six consecutive games and spoke irritably, “Argh! What the fuck is going on?”
“Erm… I’d rather bet on Jasmine if I were you,” Dee remarked.
Carol stared at her and rejoined, “Do you think she’ll be lucky for me?”
Dee shrugged her shoulders. “You can still use coins and keep on betting,” she said.
Carol reset the machine and inserted a bronze coin. When Jasmine appeared on the screen, she selected her with a throbbing heart and a sparkling diamond. Activating the reels, she waited until they decelerated and stopped. The duo gaped right away at the enabled payline; with the appearance of three cakes and two hearts in a row, the machine announced four bonuses.
“Woohoo! I WON,” Carol yelled.
“You were right, baby! The first payout ensued after a bet on Jasmine,” Carol said delightedly as she hit CASH OUT; the hopper rotated a dozen gold coins into the tray.
“I’m glad you listened to me,” Dee said.
“Cause I felt you were encouraging me like… a real girlfriend.”
“Well, I’m still your girlfriend.”
“Oh, yeah! Should I have another go? A gambler must never ignore the bonus games.”
Carol nodded. She continued choosing Jasmine with various symbols. The more she played the more payout and bonuses she got. After winning her last bet, she signed out. Dee assisted her in collecting the credits.
“I never expected winning that much,” Carol said happily.
“But I knew you could make it after choosing the princess,” Dee said.
“Cool! Now let’s see what prize they have to offer us.”
Carol and Dee entered the lobby of Gemmer’s Paradise Hotel. The staff greeted them as prime guests of the night because they had collected the most ample credits at casino and in return, got a free suite reservation.
After dining, the duo stepped inside the master bedroom. It was spacious, heavily carpeted, and air-conditioned. There were wall mirrors and nightstands at both sides of the upholstered bed. The cotton bed sheet, plush cushions, and silk drapery had contrasting colors. Fancy luminaires and downlights illuminated the entire room.
“Oh, how lovely,” Dee exclaimed joyously as she looked around.
“This suite is yours,” Carol said.
“No! It’s ours.”
Carol walked toward a nightstand, carrying her white glossy bag; she put it there securely. Dee frowned, discerning on the things it might contain. The bag was seemingly empty. In fact, Carol had taken it out of her wardrobe when Dee was enjoying a shower bath.
The cross-dresser turned around. Dee’s eyes fell on the big bulge in her pants.
“Betting on the princess was your idea,” Carol said, walking back in her direction.
“Erm… yeah, but you chose her willingly and won against the house,” Dee replied.
Carol laughed gently and placed her hands on Dee’s waist. “You are right,” she spoke delicately.
Dee snaked her arms about Carol’s neck. Their lips met in a soft demanding kiss. Carol reached up; she unknotted her halter neck and opened her back zipper.
The spandex material fell in a mess at Dee’s feet. Carol led her to the bed, pushed her gently as they lay down, and smiled. “When you encouraged me for betting on Jasmine, I felt you talked like someone I used to live with,” she said.
“Humm… and her name was Bonnie!”
“I’ve slept with scores of girls. Why are you saying her name?”
“I think she’s still with you. The swing dress belongs to her, right?”
“Oh, I chose it because she had your measurements.”
Dee grinned. “I knew you were appraising my body at Big Bro’s bar,” she said.
“Yeah…” Carol paused as she fixed her eyes on Dee’s bust. “It’s 32H-25-40,” she remarked flippantly.
“That’s pretty close,” she said, looking back at her face. “I wonder what your name is.”
“DEE, as you already know!”
“You aren’t the first call girl I’ve hired, sweetie! They never give their real names in business.”
“How astute of you, but I won’t reveal my name without receiving an extra credit!”
“What do you want?”
“Suck my tits.”
“It is a deal to which I can’t say NO.”
Dee laughed. Feeling Carol’s hands and mouth on her resilient melons, she moved her arms around the pillow and succumbed to the sensation that raised goose bumps on her skin.
Carol squeezed her tits and began sucking her nipples. After releasing each sensitive nub in a smacker, she captured them again in her mouth and licked them playfully. Then she looked up and asked, “Does that settle the tab?”
“Right, tell me your name!”
“Okay. It’s Darlene Roosevelt,” she said emphatically.
Carol smirked. “Using the first letter of your name to live incognito is not a silly idea for you,” she said and kissed Darlene on her mouth.
“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. You are the first person who’s asked me something personal.”
“Well, call girls generally fabricate names to ensure their anonymity,” Carol said before licking her neck.
“But I won’t do that!”
“Cause I can’t tell you lies.”
“Oh, really! You only have known me for two days. I’ll never blame you for lying.”
Darlene’s lips quivered as she let Carol kiss her stomach and groins. Feeling the pressure on her crotch, she sighed and opened her legs willingly.
Carol splayed Darlene’s thighs, held them apart, and smelled the very aroma she had inhaled last night. Then she glued her mouth to the engorged pussy lips and sucked the moisture that leaked from her cunt.
Darlene laughed as carol’s tongue trekked on her inflamed pussy. She closed her eyes and acceded to the escalating lust.
Carol licked Darlene’s twat and vaganus. She moved up, kissed her hood, went down again, and teased her asshole. Darlene trembled as her o ring contracted; the wet feel of Carol’s tongue on her back door was rewardingly pleasant.
Carol rimmed Darlene until she lapped up some love juice on her asshole. Then she resumed licking her pussy lips, parted them with her fingers, and ogled at the gaping cunt. The wafts of feminine essence excited her, and she kissed the wet orifice.
Darlene stretched her arms and wrenched the bed sheet in her hands. Something soft and fleshy was penetrating her cunt; she knew it was Carol’s tongue.
Moving her head back and forth, Carol fucked Darlene. She was good at tipping the velvet. The call girls always enjoyed being with her. She could easily lead them to multiple orgasms in a single bout of cunnilingus.
Darlene strained her torso as Carol slobbered her pussy, pushed a finger into her cunt, and sucked her throbbing clit. She squealed in delight, receiving a series of thrusts and reaching a swift plateau. Her stomach muscles contracted, and the juices flowed into her love canal. She screamed, shuddered, and cummed eventually.
Carol released her clit and sucked her cunt out. Darlene reached down, grabbed her head, and squirted into her mouth. The cross-dresser swallowed her juices with relish.
Darlene lay quiet but gratified after the loss of her vitality; Carol was still licking her pussy. She sighed, fingering her hair tenderly. ‘Yes, Carlos! I know you desire me for now,’ she deduced, ‘and I won’t ever leave you if…’
Carol closed her lips on Darlene’s clit. ‘I must arouse her before unzipping my pants,’ she thought.
Darlene hissed. She pulled Carol’s hair as the pleasure ignited her cunt. “Ahh… fuck, yess…” she quavered.
Carol hummed into her pussy and kept up the good work. She clutched her big ass cheeks, circumscribed the engorged clit with her tongue, and sucked its glans fervently.
Darlene lifted her hips and settled down at once. Carol’s mouth and tongue were driving her delirious. She chanted, “Ahh… ahh… ahh… mhh… ahh…”
Carol got her chin wet as she moved down, sucking the juices on Darlene’s pussy. Then she rose on her knees, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Now we are going to do it,” she spoke, unbuckling her belt. “Are you ready?”
Darlene thought of giving an affirmative reply but she said nothing.
Without waiting for an answer, Carol opened the fly and took her pants off. Darlene stared at the big bulge in her jockstrap, and she exclaimed. “Wow!”
Carol grinned and pushed the briefs down her legs. Darlene gasped as some beige-colored object tumbled from the jockstrap and fell on the mattress at her right.
Carol laughed, bent forward, and took her packer. “My Pea-Cock gave you a start,” she said, resuming her posture.
“PEA-COCK, the prosthesis that I often use to pass as a man and fuck girls in the hotel rooms.”
“Fine, but it looks flaccid!”
Carol smirked. She got out of bed, opened her bag on the nightstand, extracted a thin rod, and said, “This will help us. Watch closely!”
Darlene frowned as Carol inserted the rod into her Pea-Cock. To her astonishment, the shaft immediately stood out like an erect phallus.
“Gosh, that’s INCREDIBLE,” she spoke up.
“See, I told you so!”
“Yess… I like it!”
“Next,” Carol said, taking the harness out of her bag, “I’ll fix my strap-on and be a MAN to fuck you.”
Darlene rolled on her side and spoke lasciviously, “Mmm, I can’t wait to feel your Pea-Cock in my pussy.”
Carol slid her packer into the cock ring and set it firmly in the harness. Then she secured the strap-on around her hips, pulled the straps through her legs, and fastened them with the waist band. “There, now I am ready,” she declared, smiling.
Darlene rolled on her back again. She batted her eyelashes as Carol undid her shirt and men’s compression vest. “I won’t say you aren’t a man,” she quipped.
The smile faded instantly from Carol’s face. She cogitated on Darlene’s words, deduced a gist, and scowled at her.
Darlene felt a bit uneasy at her displeased countenance but she composed herself and spoke up, “Come to me, baby! My pussy is aching for more attention.”
“You knew it,” Carol spoke coldly.
“You knew about me ALREADY.”
“I knew about you, but what?”
“You knew everything when we met at Big Bro’s bar.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being a call girl, you can never miss the chance to serve any client for 72 and line your pockets in return. Of course, that’s your business but I am sure Sienna purposely recommended you as her substitute.”
“Yes. She had to consult the gynecologist.”
“OKAY. She might not have something up her sleeve but in your case, it was a pretext!”
Darlene sat up. She stared wide-eyed at Carol.
“Sienna is your friend, right? She can confide secrets to you,” Carol said. “When Big Bro informed her that I wanted her back for another GFE session, she bowed to my demands. I have a hunch that she met you sometime before yesterday, talked about the deal she made with him, and also marked me as a transvestite who liked women. The news surely piqued your interest. Realizing
an opportunity to make a good amount of money, you urged her to fabricate a story and call Big Bro.”
She paused, gazing into Darlene’s eyes and resumed, “You are prettier, sexier, and more beguiling than Sienna. Sending you as a substitute would let her get an ample share. Hence, she told him about you and her sham appointment with the gynecologist. Then you called him and fixed the high price for your services.”
“Oh Carlos, please! I never pushed Big Bro to ask you for a raise. Yes, I told Sienna to call him and decline your offer because I wanted to be your girlfriend.”
Carol laughed. “Are you telling me that Sienna stepped back for your love? Baby, I know call girls. They just want money and NOTHING ELSE,” she said caustically.
“Perhaps you see them as unchaste and filthy self-seekers who have no feelings!”
“Feelings, huh! This GFE session has nothing to do with tender emotions.”
“You will never understand this, Carlos,” Darlene said, bowing her head. She bit her lip, batted her eyelashes, and placed a hand on her thigh. Then she looked up and spoke in a soft tremulous voice, “I… I am sorry.”
Carol frowned as she perceived anguish on her face. “Darlene,” she said, “are you ok?”
“I am s-sorry… I just wanted to be free… to be with you… I… I…”
Darlene stammered. She could not contain herself any longer and burst into tears.
“Hey, girl! Stop crying,” Carol admonished her and sat down promptly.
Darlene covered her face in her hands and wept persistently. Tears seeped between her fingers.
Carol waited for a while. Then she reached up, took Darlene’s hands off her face, and wiped her tears. Darlene sniveled, without meeting her gaze.
“I’ve never seen a call girl cry before,” Carol said. “May I ask what was that for?”
Darlene said nothing in return, but she snuggled her head against Carol’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Carol sighed and held her warmly.
They sat in silence, embracing each other. After a while, Carol placed her hands on Darlene’s shoulders and pushed her gently. She gazed at her, then smiled, and touched her chin to lift her face.
Darlene looked into Carol’s eyes. Her lips quivered but she uttered no word.
“I don’t like girls who shed tears to move their lovers emotionally,” Carol said. “They just turn me off; but you…” she kissed Darlene’s eyes, and added, “I feel something, different. In spite of that, I can terminate this session right now
“Noo… Don’t do that, please,” Darlene implored.
“Hmm, I’ll change my mind if you tell me the whole story.”
“I met Sienna ten months ago at Four Seasons Luxury Hotel,” Darlene said. “She escorted a middle-aged capitalist. My client was a young man who knew him already. They wanted to confer something confidential in the dining hall. Hence, they told us to cool our heels and enjoy the cocktails they had ordered. We sat at a table and began talking freely. Our conversation grew so pleasant that I almost forgot the man who had hired me for one nightstand. We told each other nothing personal but our names and cell numbers. Inwardly, I believed she was an outcall worker like me.”
“Precisely, and that was the beginning of your friendship with her.”
“Yes. She also surmised me as a girl of her type. We rejoiced in sitting, drinking, and laughing together until the capitalist rose from his seat. He departed, taking Sienna with him. I escorted my client to a room booked under his name. He fucked me there and eventually zonked out. On the contrary, I did not care whether he got off or not!”
“You weren’t romanticizing him of course. He hired you just for having sex, and that’s all!”
“Oh, yeah! Men spent their money to abuse me sexually and I let them touch my body. They took advantage of me and gratified their own lust even though I never liked what I did to make a living.”
“Nonetheless you cummed whenever they fucked you.”
“No, they could not arouse me in bed; I never craved men!”
“Really! Whom did you crave while having sex with them?”
“What! Are you kidding?”
“Do you still suspect I am telling a lie, Carlos? That night, I cummed just thinking about Sienna. Her arm touched continually with mine when we sat and laughed together in the dining hall. I knew I was attracted to her instantly, and I couldn’t just help it! Yes, I must admit that men are the part of business-only ventures for me; but girls are completely different… warm, cuddly, and yes-too adorable for me to ignore.”
“What do you expect from a girl? Are you asking me to believe that she should love you in return on the presumption that you open your heart to her?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying! I don’t want to live as a sex receptacle for men. I do not desire to be an object for them to plug and play with their cocks. I deserve to be loved and crave to love someone who adores me truly!”
“Okay. When did you call Sienna and chummed up with her?”
“She was the one who called me after a few days. We began visiting each other twice a week. The friendship and mutual affection soon bonded us as confidantes.”
“Close friends do share personal thoughts, likes, and dislikes with each other. Did you open your heart to Sienna, shortly after befriending her?”
“I did, and she expressed her tender feelings for me as well. We made love in her bedroom but that was just a one-nighter!”
“Oh, I thought you two had it off repetitively!”
“No! we never effed again. In just few days that followed our lesbian venture, she came to my house. When I tried luring her to bed, she simply declined. I was at a loss to understand her response. Hence, I asked her the reason for her denial. She affirmed about her fondness for me. Moreover, she clarified that I was the best person she ever befriended but it was nearly impossible for us to get along with each other as lovers; while I desired to love a girl and be loved by her equally, Sienna was too happy with her sex work to come out of the closet.”
“Well, I guess she is a bi who prefers men to women.”
“She doesn’t give a damn about her clients’ genders. They are always acceptable if she can make them pay her good for a full-time service.”
“I agree,” Carol said, grinning broadly. “She was utterly astonished as I unveiled my crotch, but she let me eat and penetrate her cunt willingly.”
Darlene gave her a faint smile.
“I dismissed Sienna after an overnight session, and called Big Bro to procure her once more,” Carol said. “He gave his consent immediately and assured me that she would come to his bar on Saturday. Hence, I went there last night and found him at his table. Since he was upbeat, I deduced he had planned something to his advantage. As I approached his table, he feigned hospitality and tersely stipulated a 10% raise in exchange of hiring the call girls for 72. Then you showed up and explained the reason for Sienna’s absence before he put forward the same proposition. I was about to contradict him but you touched my hand and distracted me.”
“Yes. I feared you’d rebuff the deal and won’t take me with you.”
“Cause you expected to earn good money for your services.”
“No! I just desired to stay with you.”
“Sugar, you’ll be my girlfriend for one more night! This GFE session is not supposed to be a lifelong agreement.”
“I know. Sienna told me the same thing, yet I beseeched her to decline your offer and send me as a substitute.”
“Hmm… when did she tell you about my offer?”
“Last Monday, we were purchasing some party dresses and cosmetics in She & She Mall. Sienna’s cell phone rang up suddenly and she answered the call. I could perceive the excitement in her voice as she talked, laughed, and assented to go somewhere. After ending the call, she declared that Big Bro had informed her about your wish to hire her for another GFE session. Then she grabbed my arm, pulled me closer, and whispered that you were a lesbian who passed as a man. The news astonished me and I asked her more about you. She explained how you welcomed her at Big Bro’s bar, took her to your home, and revealed your true gender before pleasuring her. That instant, a desire welled up in my heart to see you personally.”
“So you told her outright to step back.”
“What was the reason for her to give up a chance of making money in your favor?”
“I yearned to get away from the despicable lechers! That has been a desire of mine to feel the depth of a woman’s love. Sienna knew this and as my co-conspirator, she blatantly agreed to decline your offer if I’d give her all the earnings after the conclusion of this GFE.”
“Good gracious,” Carol exclaimed. “What a greedy girl she is!”
“I gave her my consent willingly, and that’s why she sent me as her substitute.”
Carol stared at her for a while, and then she spoke, “I still can’t believe my ears! You are different, just totally different from the call girls I’ve slept with. None of them ever followed their dreams, let alone their hearts.”
“I never thought of verbalizing my feelings but you asked me to tell the truth. You touched me, danced with me, kissed me, and ate me out! And I must say, you are the only one who pleasured me as a lover.”
“What will you do if this session comes to an end?”
“What will I do? Well, I… I’ll just go away and live with the hole in my heart you will have left.”
“Don’t let me realize I’m hurting you like Bonnie!”
Darlene smiled. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Doing that would be cruel, and I am not a vindictive girl.”
“I hope nothing will go wrong again,” Carol said, placing her hands on Darlene’s shoulders. She pulled her closer; their lips
met in a soft kiss.
Darlene closed her eyes. The feel of Carol’s lips on her mouth was not of just a kiss but it conceded tenderness and fondness.
The duo bussed noisily until Carol assisted Darlene to stretch out. She hovered above her, gave her a deep kiss on the lips, and went down to suck her nipples.
Darlene sighed and fingered her client’s hair affectionately. A tingling sensation stirred in her as Carol licked her tits, stomach, and crotch. She withheld an urge to moan; Carol’s tongue instantly flicked on her engorged nub and then her pink, quivering lips. She laughed and strained her torso lasciviously.
Carol sucked her clit, continued tasting the love juice that oozed from her cunt, and eventually rose upright. She altered her own posture to touch the glans of Pea-Cock with Darlene’s pussy.
“Ahh…” Darlene exclaimed as the shaft probed her orifice and penetrated her cunt. It glided against her G-spot, thereby igniting the throes of her passion.
Carol pushed the entire shaft into her love canal, withdrew it in a while, and made another insertion. She fucked Darlene, fortyfying her tempo gradually.
The flush soon intensified on Darlene’s face and neck; she moaned warblingly and hugged Carol, clawing her back. Her voice muffled only when she received a fiery kiss on her mouth.
Carol let her lips go and groaned; the harness was hitting her own pussy. She clenched her teeth and kept on jamming the shaft into Darlene’s cunt.
Darlene screamed; she shook her head feverishly and humped her hips to match Carol’s thrusts.
Carol knew her own orgasm was inevitable; keeping a vigorous cadence, she went on sinking her tool to the hilt.
Finally, they howled in unison. Marshaling her strength, Carol pounded Darlene’s pussy until her juices oozed from under the harness. Darlene shuddered; her eyes rolled back in her head as she reached a mind-blowing climax.
Their chests heaved in exhaustion; Carol managed to pull her shaft out of Darlene’s cunt and lay down beside her. She cuddled her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Darlene laughed dreamily, and Carol smiled in return. The warmth and tenderness of that hug consoled them right away. They drifted off into a sound sleep, forgetting that the clock ticked and the termination
of GFE would ensue after one more night.
Amy looked anxiously at the wall clock. It was ten seventeen and Carol had not returned home yet. Sighing, she fingered a black curl behind her ear and vacuumed the floor to alleviate her trepidation. Then she entered the kitchen with an intention of doing the dishes. Suddenly the doorbell chimed, stratling her. She headed toward the front door, and opened it. To her relief, Carol and Darlene stood in the doorway.
“I hope things went well after we departed yesterday,” Carol said, stepping inside. “Did you eat breakfast?”
“Yes, Mr. King,” Amy replied. She let Darlene follow Carol, and then closed the door.
“Good,” Carol said, grinning broadly. She took Darlene’s hand and added, “Make sure the lunch is served at one o’ clock.”
Amy bowed her head.
The duo resumed walking toward the stairs. Amy’s eyes fell on the white bag that Carol was carrying. She smiled ironically and went back to the kitchen.
“You were right! This place is so lively and full of fun,” Darlene said delightedly. Having her locks bound in a bun and sitting comfortably next to Carol on the beach blanket, she watched people making boisterous merriment. The cold sea air caressed her skin soothingly. She was aware of the furtive glances men cast at her; Bonnie’s hot pink bra and chiffon pareu wrapped around her waist like a skirt, enhanced her tempting looks.
“Yes it is,” Carol replied, gazing at the clouds that drifted in the sunny sky; she was dressed in men’s beach jacket and shorts.
“I’ve always dreamed of living in a beach house. You are very lucky to own a residence here.”
“May be,” Carol said as her eyes fell on the tides, which angrily hit the coast and ebbed away.
Darlene turned her head in Carol’s direction. “Well, I mean it,” she said.
Darlene frowned for an instant, and then she asked, “Are you missing her, Carlos?”
Carol looked at her quizzically.
“I am talking about Bonnie,” Darlene clarified her question.
Carol turned her eyes to gaze at the sea.
Darlene perceived the gloomy expression on her face. “Erm… I am sorry if I asked you something very private,” she added nervously.
“You don’t have to make an apology,” Carol said. “Yes, I am missing her.”
“I understand,” Darlene said as Carol’s avowal provoked a subtle envious feeling within her. “She is your lover.”
“Yes! She was my girlfriend.”
“She WAS… oh,” Darlene said, biting her lip as she withheld an urge to smile. “Why did she leave you?”
“She just wanted to follow her dreams but being selfish I failed to understand her. We had a quarrel one night because I was angry and afraid of losing her. The harsh words that I spoke disheartened her, and she broke up with me.”
“Did you call her and tried to assuage her excruciation?”
“I did, but she texted me about her and Jerome being happy together.”
“Jerome! Who was he?”
“He was the one who made me argue with her.”
“Was she infatuated with him?”
“Yes,” Carol replied frigidly; her face distorted with disgust.
“How could she be so callous even though you loved her?”
“Jerome was more affluent than me, and she chose him because he could raise her to eminence in a short time.”
“Was he into some business?”
“Yes. He was the proprietor of Filly & Dove Studios. Being a shrewd connoisseur of art and beauty, he discerned Bonnie’s photogenic looks and cajoled her to work in his movie studio as a starlet.”
“Accepting his offer, she made a wrong choice. There are lots of people who work in the show biz just to hold the front page, get married to promote themselves, and criticize one another after getting divorced. The film industry promises them riches at the expense of long-term relationships. I wish she may realize this and get back to you.”
“Cause she DIED in a car crash!”
“What,” Darlene exclaimed.
Carol gazed deeply into her eyes. “Sometimes one may not easily accept the truth,” she spoke in a soft, unwavering tone. “Often, it is hard to see the uniformity in life. Bonnie’s death utterly dispirited me; it traumatized my soul and shattered my dreams. I decided to live without ambition and rejected all possibilities of happiness. Hiring the call girls and having sex with them transiently gratified my gynephilic desire. I presumed that no girl would be able to win my heart like Bonnie but you… you came along and proved me wrong!”
“I proved you wrong! What do you mean?”
“To explain this, I must tell you more about her,” Carol said. She sighed ruefully and resumed, “I was the member of Finart Reflections LLC, a nonprofit art school, where instructors taught different forms of the visual art. Our primary focus was to train the students for figure drawing, figure painting, photography, and sculpture. Bonnie worked there as an art model. I got attracted to her because of her radiant face, alluring smile, and voluptuous curves. Posing nude against the real or abstract backgrounds, she represented natural beauty and I could not take my eyes off her. The other female models weren’t as vibrant as she was. I felt high in her presence, and thought persistently about her after she returned to White & White Rooming House every evening. At the school, I feigned touching her unintentionally. In spite of knowing why I did that over and over again, she neither felt uneasy nor rebuked me.”
“Perhaps she took a liking to you as well.”
“She fancied me because I owned the school. We began dating each other once a week and eventually, I confessed my love to her during a dinner party at an instructor’s home. Then I kissed her, but she did not accept me as her romantic partner until a few days had elapsed. Her affirmative response elated me, and I offered her to be my housemate. She acquiesced to my proffer instantaneously as it was hard for her to reside much longer in the rooming house.”
“I think she had no family.”
“You are right! She did not know her father, and her mom committed suicide because she could not handle everything by herself and take care of her only daughter.”
“So you supported Bonnie, to allay the suffering she went through and express the tender feelings you had for her.”
“Yes. I inferred she got all the things, deemed necessary by a woman to enjoy her life. On the contrary, my overoptmisim led me astray; I failed to realize what she still missed in spite of being properly sheltered, eating favorite foods, wearing beautiful dresses, and going frequently out with me.”
“Did she continue working as the art model after moving to your house?”
“I thought so,” Darlene said. “Jerome probably met her at the school.”
“No,” Carol riposted. “He visited Florale Art Museum where we organised the Halloween Day Special Exhibition last year. Ruth, his sister and one of the instructors at Finart Reflections, accompanied him. The painting that portrayed Bonnie as a fairy caught his attention and her beauty fascinated him like a shot. He wanted to see her in person, and so Ruth led him to us while we supervised the event. After introducing himself and admiring the painting, he cast a meaningful glance at Bonnie and gave me his calling card.”
“If Jerome gave her a look that manifested some amorous intent, why did you accept his card?”
“I thought he was just a fop to her and she would never choose a fop over me.”
“Yes, it’s hard for one not to trust a lover.”
“Some weeks later, she told me that Jerome had asked her to audition for a bit part in his upcoming action movie; moreover, he assured her for a bright future and long-lasting renown if she succeeded in her first trial performance. I was astounded by her excitement and declaration. When I asked how he knew her cell number, she made a candid affirmation of calling him.”
“Naturally, she took his card from the calling card holder on your desk. Did you reproach her for doing so?”
“No, I just asked her the reason for calling him. She replied that it was her heartfelt desire to be a celebrity. Hence, I gave her my consent; her exultant gladness was evident as she kissed me gratefully.”
“She was a lucky girl! If I were Bonnie I would turn down Jerome’s offer. The fame can never be preferable to a caring mate.”
“On the contrary, she yearned to be a star. After making a successful audition, she signed the cast contract. Jerome himself began visiting us regularly, took Bonnie to his movie studio, and dropped her home at night. Soon, I noticed him caressing and kissing her on the cheek. She got out of his Mercedez-Benz, bade him farewel, stepped inside the house, and hugged me. I told her politely to stay away from that buffoon because I did not like his flirtatious deportment. To falsify my objection, she kissed me and explained tenderly that he was an amicable guy but she didn’t love him; however, she had to treat him like a friend for the sake of her career. I accepted her reason as a plausible statement.”
“So Bonnie succeeded in convincing you about her loyalty and devout regard for your love; however, you argued with her sometime later.”
“May I ask what caused that arguement?”
“Jerome invited us for a cocktail party at his house because Bonnie had brilliantly played the role of a rock singer. After toasting her, everybody in the dining hall began waltzing. Jerome took Bonnie’s hand before I could dance with her. They moved rhythmically to the music; glaring at them, I clenched my fist in order to suppress my rage. As he pulled her close for a passionate kiss, my temper seethed instantly and I stormed in their direction. Grabbing Bonnie by the arm, I made her spin and hit her in the face.”
Darlene stared wide-eyed at Carol.
“A hush fell over the dining hall as people focused their attention on us,” Carol resumed. “I clutched her by the wrist and demanded that she go home. She jerked her arm free from my grasp and gazed into my eyes, revealing anguish that filled her face. Warm tears cascaded off her flushed cheeks. I asked her once again to come with me. She fired back, told me to get lost, and the argument ensued. It ended when I rebuked her for hurting me, and Jerome rushing to the scene to soothe her. Bonnie snuggled her head against his shoulder and continued sobbing. Perceiving his hostile countenance, I wheeled around and bolted from his house.”
Carol looked up at the birds, which glided beautifully in the sky. “Bonnie never returned,” she continued. “She and Jerome died in the car crash. After that tragic incident, I sold the house where she used to live with me. Now I own a residence here. Watching people, who come from far and near to enjoy their leisure time at the sea shore, does alleviate the sense of loneliness that nags me as yet.”
“She’s still alive in your heart,” Darlene said. “You can never forget her! This beachwear that I have attired myself in, surely belongs to her.”
“I offered you to wear the clothing, which I bought for her but she never doned them.”
Darlene gave her no reply.
“Last night, you explained the reason for being Sienna’s substitute,” Carol said. “As I realized how much you ached for the committed relationship with a female partner, I compared you with Bonnie. Surely, you have her measurements and looks. Yesterday, I forbade you to wear the open side gown and you spoke up the way she used to wisecrack. She knew how to lift my
spirits and so did you when I was furiously leading you to the exit of Big Bro’s bar. I also acknowledge, you encouraged me in the casino just like her when I was continually losing games. She couldn’t keep her true feelings to herself as I hurt her and likewise, you bared your heart to me.”
“I may inadvertently give you her impression,” Darlene said, “but I can’t deny being a worthless call girl.”
“Bonnie and you differ in making choices. She preferred her career and renown to my feelings. On the contrary, you desired to stay with me and experience the depth of my love.”
Darlene didn’t look at Carol until the gentle feel of her hand teased her arm.
“Today is the last day of this GFE session,” Carol said, holding Darlene’s hand tenderly. “I must ask you before it’s too late. Will you marry me?”
Darlene gaped at her.
“Please, don’t say you won’t,” Carol said.
“C-Carlos, I… yes, yes I will,” Darlene stammered. The next instant, Carol’s lips met passionately with hers; holding each other tight, they fell on the beach blanket.
Carol broke the lip lock and burst into laughter. In return, Darlene grinned broadly.
“Darlene, oh Darlene! I love you,” Carol spoke up; she showered her face with kisses.
“I love you too Carlos,” Darlene said affectionately. “Promise me you won’t take any other girl to your bed!”
“I promise you, my love!”
Darlene caressed her cheek, lips, and chin. “Carlos,” she said.
“Yes,” Carol replied.
“I believe you haven’t told me your real name.”
“That’s right, baby! It’s Carol King.”
Darlene giggled. “Carol and Carlos nearly sound alike,” she said.
“Yes, they do! Tomorrow, I’ll send paychecks to Big Bro and Sienna. Then we’ll forget them for the rest of our lives.”
“I agree,” Darlene said. She closed her eyes as Carol kissed her once again.
I would like to acknowledge and extend my heartfelt gratitude to Sue Rushing and Shamarie McKnight. Without their guidance and encouragement, I could never write and complete this beautiful story.