Karissa never thought that it would be their boss, Steven Tabb, who would get her back into Amy’s pants. It had been her desire for months–ever since her first time doing the real work, that first time with her and Maxwell–to be with her again and Tabb had been nothing but an obstacle. He had forced their business deeper into secrecy, limited their schedules and quieted the sex that had been earning Karissa bigger cars and better apartments. But unlike Amy, Karissa wasn’t in it for the money, she was working for the thrill and she was working to please her boss.
Being with Amy the first time had changed everything for Karissa. She wasn’t interested in her boyfriend anymore. She was hardly interested in men. Seeing Amy naked, blushing from sex, had awakened a feeling in Karissa that she hadn’t felt since that brief feeling in high school–the one she’d had for her friend Brittany tht passed briefly enough to be discounted as friendship. It was a curiosity that, this time, was not going away, a curiosity that could only be burned off, Karissa thought, if she tried it again.
But Karissa had almost given up experiencing it again with Amy until the order came. She’d been briefly cheered by the knowledge that Amy occassionally saw female clients, but discouraged again when she found out that Maxwell was practically her boyfriend now. That had come up in the closest conversation Karissa had ever had with Amy about her desires. They began talking about their sex lives while on a break. Tabb was there, but he shuffled carefully away. But even if she coulnd’t have Amy again, Karissa wanted to try a woman again. Still, no matter how much she hinted at this too, Amy seemed either oblivious or unwilling to give them up. So Karissa let her desire fade into quiet resentment.
She satiated herself with the men at the parlor and the knowledge that it was Amy who wanted this. Karissa imagined Amy doing her work while she did her own. She became Amy when she sucked a dick, felt as Amy did when the man’s wallet came out, came the way Amy came when he entered her. Every new client Amy assigned Karissa was like a sexual gift to her. She came to feel as though she was taking orders from her Madame, her Mistress. This is what Karissa began to call Amy in secret.
When Amy finally wanted her again, Karissa was fucking Jake, one of her regulars. Jake had Karissa on her back, legs in the air and in dangerous view of the window. All Karissa could see was the ceiling and Jake’s face as he rocked into her again and again. Jake was one of Karissa’s better lays. He reminded her of her boyfriend but he was new and his dick was bigger. Plus he paid well. Karissa could finish a session with him and find Amy too hand over her share. It was always upwards of two-hundred. Karissa could almost see her Madame getting wet. But it never went any further than that.
Karissa was looking forward to bringer her that stack again today to try her luck, but Jake wasn’t finished with her yet. He turned her over and she could feel his hands gripping her ass. Karissa’s face sunk deeper into the bench. She could feel him getting ready to come. Suddenly, she heard a door slam and the muffled yells of Jean next door. Karissa couldn’t make out the words out above the squaking of the furniture and Jake’s breathing in her ear, but her tone announced doom.
Karissa shifted her weight to keep the bench from sticking at her nipples. She reached an arm around to smack Jake.
“Stop,” she said. “Stop, stop.”
“What?” he gasped.
“I hear something,” Karissa panted. “Wait.”
Jake’s thrusting accelerated. The metal legs scrapped once more on the floor, he pulled out, and Karissa felt his warm spray across her back. He pulled away from her.
“Sorry,” he said. “What?”
“Fine,” said Karissa. “Wipe me off.”
At first, Karissa had been worried about this part of the job–the secrecy. She knew that one slip up and it would all be over. Her income gone, her chances with Amy scuttled. And now, with the mix of raised voices swarming outside her door, she was worried that she had ruined it.
She stood up after Jake had taken a towel to her back. She threw on her robe and peered through the window. Sure enough, it was Tabb, Amy, and Maxwell. Maxwell was pulling a towel around his waist but Amy was naked. Tabb was red, flustered, and angry. He’d caught them together, Karissa knew it. But that could be explained. They were together after all. Still, Kariss’s heart sunk with dread.
Karissa wondered if she should hide. Jake was suiting up quietly in the corner, oblivious to the trouble. The conversation outside was only getting louder. Soon, it would be suspicious for her not to be out there. Karissa rearranged her hair, tightened her robe.
“Jake, I need you to stay here for a minute.”
“I need to go,” he said. “I’m expected home.”
“Just wait,” she said, and openned the door.
Kariss had to be in the hallway to realize that Tabb was underdressed. His shirt had been messily tucked in. His fly was open. Something else had happened here. She looked over at her naked Madame.
“What’s the problem?” Karissa said.
Karissa wasn’t sure how to act. Should she pretend everything was normal? Should she feign shock and surprise? With no direction from her Madame, Karissa decided that it was best to remain neutral, wait for the situation to reveal itself.
“You’ve been sleeping with your boss all this time?” Maxwell said, outraged.
Karissa’s eyes fell again to Tabb’s deranged clothing. They had just fucked, that was clear. But had it been going on? It would explain their continuied existance.
“You have?” she said. “You didn’t tell me that!”
This was the wrong thing to say. Tabb became flustered. He protested. Karissa watched as he hastily tried to clean up his appearance. He looked her in the eyes, begging her to believe that it wasn’t true. Karissa looked down and fidgetted. Had her tone given it all away? Did he know that she was involved too? What did Amy want?
Amy shook her head at Karissa as if to reassure her–no, this hasn’t happened before. What does that mean? What should she do?
Tabb had seen the look. Now he knew there was something going on. Before Karissa could open her mouth, before Tabb knew what had happened, Amy was on him. Karissa watched as she plunged her hand into his pants adn tucked her face into his neck. Amy looked up from his shoulder, first at Maxwell, then, blessedly, at Karissa.
“Come here,” she mouthed.
Karissa smiled. Even as she saw their business coming to an end, she knew that this was her chance to be with a woman again. Maybe her last chance to be with Amy. Karissa tossed off her robe. She knew that Jake was still waiting in the room to be let out, but she didn’t care. The robe fell past her butt and she stepped clear of it, stepping across the hall and pressing her breasts into Tabb’s back like she could press them all the way through to Amy on his other side.
“Karissa,” he said. “This is…”
I put my head against his other ear and whispered to him.
“Come on,” I said, “Let’s go.”
My words were meant for Amy. She heard me and stepped back, tugging Tabb’s arms with her. I pressed against him and together we retreated into the massage room behind Amy.
I stopped in the doorway and Amy backed him into the bench. She knelt down and unbuttoned his pants. Karissa saw his dick for the first time then–underwhelming, but hard and ready. Karissa turned and closed the door. On the other saide, Maxwell stood dumbfounded, his fist loosenning on the towel knot that covered him. It loosened just enough for Karissa to see the muscular V of his pelvis shrink into the brief thicket of hair that protected his semi-erect penis. Karissa blew him a kiss and locked the door.
When Karissa turned around, Amy had already squatted on the floor in front of Tabb, her ass forming a perfect heart above her thighs. Karissa could see her pussy. She crossed the room and bent over next to her Madame, finally touching her skin. Karissa kissed Amy’s cheek. SHe wrapped her arms around Amy’s bent torso and cupped her breasts in her hands. At last.
Amy’s mouth formed a perfect circle around Steven’s dick, pumping it hard again. Though she was intent on their boss’s penis, Amy surprised Karissa by snaking a hand around her back and squeezing her ass. That touch was for Karissa alone. Tabb had thrust his face to the ceiling and could not have even seen it.
Then, Karissa turned her attention to Tabb as well. As happy as she was to be with Amy again, she knew that she had to perform for her mistress. She had to do her duty. Karissa pressed her face under Tabb’s crotch, letting his balls fall in and out of her mouth. She could feel her pussy growing wet as Amy sucked Tabb faster as if annoucning her approval of Karissa’s move. Soon, they were running their lips along their boss’s penis in unison as if kissing around his shaft. Karissa felt alsmost as though she was in love.
Amy straightened up, pushing Karissa back, and laidTabb out on the table. Karissa moved around it to kiss Tabb’s thin lips and let him grope for her breasts. Then, Amy mounted him. She swung her large ass over the table and planted it on his stomach. From the corner of her eye, Karissa could see her well trimed pussy grinding on his pelvis. Karissa knew then where she wanted to be. She raised herself up over the table and squatted over Tabb’s face. Immediately, she felt his tongue come out to meet her.
She was eye level with Amy, her one love, her mistress. This was her chance to feel it again. That moment of bliss she’d felt with Amy and Maxwell. She leaned over and kissed her, running her hands through her hair. Amy received her happily, slipping her tongue into Karissa’s ready mouth. Yes, Karissa thought. I want this.
It was again exactly as she imagined it. The joy, the feeling of utter righteousness, like their lips belonged together.
Karissa wasn’t sure when they came apart. But when they did, Amy was already on Tabb’s cock. She’d been rising against Karissa’s body, breathing heavily into their kiss. Soon after they broke their contact, Amy was crying out loudly to the walls as if daring Jean and Maxwell and whoever else was still in the building to hear them. She was crying out for Steven Tabb, not Karissa, but Karissa knew that it was business. Every call of her MIstress’s voice, every whisper, every shout, of their boss’s name was like music to Karissa. She was where she wanted to be.
