Dawdling in the hotel’s hallway I felt as nervous as I had the first time I’d been sent to meet a client. Glancing at my watch I saw more seconds I was being billed for tick past. Mustering my nerve I tapped on the door. The woman who answered looked to be in her mid-twenties and was very pretty. I would have expected nothing less from one of Marla’s girls.
I was wearing flats and she had on three-inch pumps. I was still taller by at least five or six inches. We were different in more ways than height. Sandra would never need to wear an extra strength sports bra when jogging like I did. Her small breasts were barely bumps on her chest. I was blonde, she had dark brown hair bordering on black. Her natural, olive tan and dark, thick hair said Mediterranean heritage just as emphatically as my pale skin and blonde hair proclaimed my Scandinavian bloodline.
“Vivian? I’m Sandra.” I was collecting quite an assortment of names: Olivia to my friends and family, Viv to my clients. I was Tisla to secretaries when I met clients at their office. And now I was Vivian to call girls I booked! It was getting crowded in my brain but my life was certainly not dull!
A soft hand on my arm led me into the room. Call Girl 101: Make physical contact with the client. I wondered how long she’d been a working girl. Much longer than I, I assumed. Sandra had two drinks already poured. Handing me one, Sandra took her time looking from my sensible shoes to my eyes. Looking up the five inches in height that separated our eyes, she smiled a wolfish grin and took a long sip from her drink. “I was told you were pretty but I never hoped you’d be this beautiful.” Call Girl 101: Make small talk and compliment your client to put her at ease. I felt like I should be taking notes.
I eyed the drink Sandra had put in my hand. These mini-bar drinks weren’t cheap. Add in the cost of a suite instead of a room… Then how much Marla was charging me for Sandra. I never worried about the cost when I was working on Sandra’s side of appointments. My clients might be so well off financially that they could afford me with what they considered pocket change but this was costing me a fortune!
While I was thinking these thoughts, the same light touch on my arm guided me to sit on the suite’s couch. Turning to face me, Sandra sat close enough to rest her arm on the back of the couch with her hand touching my shoulder. Damn, her moves were smooth…
As we sipped our drinks and made small talk, Sandra’s fingers moved to massage my neck, causing my tense shoulders to relax. “I was also told that you’re curious what it’s like to be with a woman,” she said in a silky, smooth alto, guiding our conversation to why I was here. “When did you first become curious?”
I found my voice and finally contributed to what had been a mostly one-sided conversation. “Ahh, in high school. A sleepover. A bunch of us were at my best friend’s house and we were talking about boys and kissing. Then we were daring each other to kiss the girl next to her for five seconds…”
“And you kissed a girl and you liked it,” Sandra asked with a smile. Fingers pressed against the back of my neck as she interrupted to finish my story. Without thinking I responded to the light pull of Sandra’s hand and leaned towards her. She leaned towards me and somewhere in the middle our lips touched.
Her lips skimmed lightly over mine. They were firm yet soft as she deepened our first kiss. Her lips opened and I responded with open lips as Sandra moved closer to press more of her body to mine. I couldn’t help the moan from the back of my throat when a tongue tip glided over my lips. Sandra took her time moving lips and tongue over mine. One hand on my neck gently guided my head, angling my mouth to the position she wanted while the other hand went to my waist to pull me to her.
More moments passed and my breath caught as her tongue pushed past my lips to meet mine. Sandra didn’t rush like a man. A guy always seems to want to get the kissing over too quickly, to move past the kissing and get down to the ‘good stuff’. Sandra knew that the good stuff was better after kissing primed the pump, so to speak.
Sandra pulled away until our lips were barely touching again. As her small hand moved from my waist to cup my breast, I felt her soft lips brush against mine as she asked quietly if I still liked kissing a girl.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered back. I wasn’t lying. I get plenty of sex as a call girl. But kisses were few and far between. And none like this! I guess men thought that maybe I’d just sucked another man’s cock before seeing them. Maybe they thought I still had cum stuck in my teeth or something. Whatever… What I knew was this was the best kiss I’d had in months!
Our kiss went on and on while Sandra’s hand played with my boob. Squeezing… Cupping… Pinching my hard nipple… Fuck! I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this type of intimacy until something deep in my gut loosened and a liquid warmth began expanding far south of my belly button.
Sandra showed no signs of wanting to hurry things along. Our kisses grew more fervent. Moist lips pressed hard while tongues took turns moving in one mouth or the other. My face felt heated. Sandra’s hand had my nipples aching. When my legs moved I could tell I was drenched between my thighs.
Fingers left my breast to slowly unbutton my blouse… Pulled enough of the hem out from the waist of my skirt to give her roving hand room to explore around my back. There was no fumbling as my bra was unhooked. The hand sliding across my skin made me shiver as it moved with purpose from my back and around my ribs to my chest.
Ohh, fuucckk, I thought to myself as my bra cups were pushed up and over my breasts while a gentle hand cupped and fondled me. At least, I thought I’d whispered only in my mind. The slight smile I felt against my lips made me think I’d breathed my thoughts out loud.
I was completely in Sandra’s power as I relaxed against the back of the couch. Content to follow… Content to let her set the pace and direction to whatever might come. I was helpless to even stop the deep moans she continued to bring from deep within my gut.
A thumb played with my erect nipple as lips left a trail of soft kisses from my mouth to my neck. Lips and hot breath on my neck caused me to shiver and gasp as the hand on my breast caressed me with more force. Squeezing and tweaking my nipples harder… I moaned at the loss when her hand left my breast to move behind me to undo the button and zipper of my skirt.
When her hand took mine and placed it on her breast, I began fondling the small breast through her dress. This was the first breast, other than mine, I’d ever touched. Small, not even a handful, so very different from mine but her nipple was as hard as mine were.
Sandra let our mutual fondling and kissing continue for a little time more before pulling away. Standing up, she took my hand and pulled me from the couch. My legs felt weak, my knees like rubber when she whispered, “Let’s go to bed. We’ll be more comfortable.” I followed as her hand in mine guided me to the bedroom.
Standing next to the bed, arms around my neck pulled me down for another kiss. I had to lean over for our lips to meet as hands began to shed my already loosened clothing. Blouse, skirt and bra fell to the floor at my feet until only the small triangle of my thong was left to cover me.
Breaking our kiss, Sandra turned her back to me. Gathering her hair out of the way she looked over her shoulder in silent invitation and I worked the zipper of her dress down. She hadn’t worn a bra. My hands had already told me that on the couch. Probably didn’t need to, I thought as my hands skimmed the dress off her shoulders to let it join my clothes on the floor. I was surprised to see she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She took her pumps off and turned. With both of us barefoot, I felt like a giantess as she stretched up on her toes to kiss me. I was eight or nine inches taller than Sandra but if she was intimidated by my height she didn’t show it. She was in total control as both her hands found my breasts. Cupping, caressing… Pushing my tits up, squeezing them into hard cones, she didn’t need to bend much to find my nipples with her mouth. My legs were shaking as a tongue tip circled my nipple.
Reaching, I touched and ran my thumb over the hard nipple of her small breast as she tongued mine before sucking them to excruciating hardness. My breathing was ragged as stomach muscles clenched and released with every slow touch of fingers, tongue and mouth. I panted out a long exhalation of wordless sound as teeth closed on my hard nipple.
Oh, God… I hadn’t felt so much need for the release of an orgasm in months!
Everything from my belly button down had turned to thick liquid. My pussy lips felt hot, my clit was throbbing and I knew the crotch of my panties was soaked from my juices when Sandra pushed my panties down and cupped me between my thighs.
I threw back my head and clenched my teeth as a slow, gentle fingertip slid past my lips to linger at my hole. Circling, pushing inside me slightly. A second finger joined the first… Both going deeper… Withdrawing slightly, pushing deeper… Withdrawing, pushing… Fingers inside moving in a circling motion, stretching my pussy walls… Soft, wet sounds in sync with her finger’s movements told us both that I was dripping with juice as I tried to stand still while Sandra finger-fucked me.
I felt certain my legs would no longer support me as fingers up to the knuckles began fucking me. I felt myself moving as Sandra pushed until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. The hand between my legs never stilled as I was pushed until I was on my back.
My eyes were closed but I felt Sandra push my legs apart and kneel on the floor between them. Fingers left my pussy. Their loss caused my cunt muscles to strain, trying to clamp around what was no longer there. Hands gripped my hips and pulled my pussy to the edge of the bed. Fingers returned to move deep inside me… I cried out when I felt breath on my wetness a moment before a tongue reached out to touch my throbbing clit.
The tongue tip licked, circled… Several flicks in rapid order made my head come up with a cry. My stomach muscles contracted, bringing my feet off the carpet as my knees rose by instinct and tried to meet in defense of my most vulnerable spot being suddenly and roughly used.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted out from tight abdominal muscles that prevented me from drawing a full breath. Raising my head up I met Sandra’s eyes as they peeked over my mound. Deep, deep muscles clenched, forcing my pussy walls to grip the fingers inside me. Thicker cream from far up my pussy was forced down to flow out of my hole. I lost track of the time as fingers and mouth played between my legs.
“Oh, God! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”, I began softly repeating over and over as neck muscles clenched, forcing my head back. The wet, sucking sounds from my pussy sounded louder as Sandra sucked harder taking more of my flesh into her mouth where her tongue continued to lash my clit…
Fingers moved faster inside me… Sandra’s mouth sucked harder between my pussy lips… The painfully sublime rubbing of her tongue on my clit never ceased… It all combined to drive me to another and then another wonderful peak until I was crying out in a long, loud wordless wail as my orgasm took me.
Knees drew up to my breasts. Stomach muscles contracted and released to grind my pussy hard against Sandra’s mouth. Deeper muscles forced pussy walls to clench fingers now fucking me with speed and force…
My breathing failed. I had to force muscles to respond in order to draw short, panting gasps of air. I felt lightheaded as my thighs closed like a vise around Sandra’s head. That didn’t stop her from following my erratic humping motions with her mouth and fingers. Didn’t for even a moment lessen the rasping of tongue against my clit that was driving me to painful heights where I couldn’t stay.
I wanted this to go on and on but after endless moments of pleasure, it became too much. Soon my hands were pushing against Sandra’s forehead trying to push her mouth away from between my thighs. One hand left off to try and grip her wrist to pull fingers from a pussy cramping from muscles being used too much.
All the while I was crying for her to, Stop! Oh, God stop! That I couldn’t take any more! After several strong, last licks, the tongue that had become painful on my pulsing, sensitive clit left off. Flesh was let go from being sucked into Sandra’s mouth. Fingers slipped slowly out of me.
As sensation ceased, so too did my muscles cease working. My feet slipped from the edge of the bed back onto the floor. My head felt too heavy to support and I could only look up at the ceiling as still cramping muscles relaxed and I began to breathe in something approaching normal.
Inching up my body, Sandra covered me with her body. I’ve never found the smell of my pussy pleasing when sucking a cock that had just fucked me. But with Sandra… I accepted her kiss and tongue with my mouth without a thought. Her face was still wet with my pussy juice and my scent was strong on her skin. I didn’t care. I playfully began to clean her like a mama cat licks a kitten clean.
Many small licks and kisses later, I rolled Sandra onto her back. Above her on my hands and knees, I bent down and began trailing kisses from her breasts to her mound. I was eager to lose all of my virginity…
* * * *
An hour and a half later both of us were exhausted. Our pussies were too sensitive for even the lightest touch of a tongue tip near our clits. Our thighs and pussies and faces were painted with our sex. Sandra had just eaten my pussy and driven me to my third orgasm. Neither my second nor my third orgasm had been as intense as my first. For which I thanked God! I wasn’t sure I could have survived two more earth-stopping orgasms.
In between my own orgasms, I’d touched, fingered, tasted, and eaten my first pussy while giving Sandra two orgasms. I know women can fake orgasms but she would have to be an Academy Award caliber actress to have faked those orgasms.
I’d never given any thought about pussies being different from one woman to another. I grew intimately aware of how Sandra’s was different from mine. Though Sandra was smaller than me, her inner lips were larger and fleshier, darker than my small, pink inner lips. God, how I loved sucking those fleshy bits into my mouth to lightly bite and chew on them while finger fucking her hole. They were better than any candy!
Sandy had had to pull my fingers from her the first time I finger fucked her. I’d been eager and because of my inexperience I hadn’t known to be careful not to scratch her cervix with my fingernails. Sandra taught me to curl my fingers (and fingernails!) away from that hard, slippery surface inside her.
We were on our sides facing each other when Sandra smiled and lazily told me, “I’ve learned one thing today.”
“I’ve learned many things,” I responded smugly. “What did you learn?”
Sandra snuggled closer and rested the side of her face on my breast. “Tall girls are worth the climb,” she told me and we laughed.
She sat up with a sigh and ran the back of her fingers over my cheek. “Unfortunately our time is up,” she told me as she stood.
I sighed, too, as she slid off the bed and picked her dress up. “Sandra, I know our time is up but do you need to be anywhere?”
Sandra probably thought I was asking for more time and replied she could stay longer.
I shook my head, “I’m not asking for more sex. I don’t know about you but I’m starving! Would you like to join me in the restaurant for something to eat?”
She laughed and admitted she was hungry, too. We were laughing together in the bathroom while washing the sex from our hands and faces. Except for the strong smell of our sex and cleaning between our legs, as we washed and fixed our smeared make-up it was like we were two girlfriends sharing one mirror. I hadn’t realized how much I missed just chatting with another girl. All my high school friends had either moved away or were busy with jobs or boyfriends. A few were busy with husbands already and pregnant!
High school BFFs don’t necessarily last forever once graduation frees you to take different paths.
I knew Sandra had to be wondering if I was going to stiff her on her tip. It was what I would have been thinking as we rode the elevator to the restaurant. I was tearing my second croissant into bite-sized pieces when I mustered enough courage to come clean.
“Sandra, the truth is I don’t have the money to give you a tip. I’ve got enough to pay for this,” I waved at our food. “But, I’m broke. You need to know, I work for Marla, too.”
“Why are you a client then?” Sandra didn’t sound disappointed at the loss of a tip. Just curious why I was a client paying for sex if I was a call girl.
“Marla has a party scheduled for tomorrow and…”
“The bachelor party,” she asked and I nodded. Sandra laughed, “I’m one of the girls Marla is sending! Are you…?”
I nodded and laughed, too. “The thing is, I wasn’t lying about never having been with a woman so Marla sent me to you to, you know, break me in.”
“Well, girlfriend. Consider yourself broken in! Damn! I haven’t had so much fun with a client in a year.”
We continued to chat for the rest of our meal. I told her about Marla roping me into the bachelor party because I needed money for an apartment so I could save the shoes Marla was holding hostage. I was apologizing again for not having tip money for her when she stopped me.
Grinning, Sandra looked up and nodded her head in the direction of our suite. “You know, Vivian. We have a perfectly good hotel suite sitting empty upstairs. It’s paid for until check-out time tomorrow. Are you doing anything tonight?”
“No, I live at home. My Mom and I usually watch movies together but…”
Sandra interrupted me in disbelief, “You’re a call girl and you live at home?”
I nodded.
“With your Mom and Dad?”
I nodded again.
“Holy shit, Vivian! How old are you? Please, God! Tell me you’re legal!”
“I’m eighteen,” I replied a little defensively and Sandra blew out a relieved breath.
“Do your parents know…”
“Heck, no!,” I interrupted. “That’s one reason I agreed to do the party tomorrow. I need the money to rent an apartment here in the city.”
“Look, call your Mom. Tell her I’ve invited you for a sleepover. I’ll talk to her to back up your story. We’re going to pop popcorn, watch old movies and talk about boys” Sandra reached across the table to put her hand on top of mine. She smiled, saying, “I’m sure we can find something to do in a hotel suite to while away the night.”
I was on my phone in seconds letting Mom know that my friend Sandra had invited me to stay the night. Today was Friday. I’d have time to go home and pack a bag for two nights instead of just Saturday night. Sandra was on her phone while I was telling Mom about the change in my plans. She yelled, “Hi, Mom!” at my phone while covering her phone with a hand.
I ended my call while Sandra was still on hers. I was trying to capture our server’s attention while she talked. It was still early in the afternoon. If I left now I could easily be back by 4 pm with a bag packed. I told Sandra that when she hung up.
“That’s perfect! That was Marla I was talking to. She’s going to call around, see if any clients would like a threesome tonight with two crazy, horny girls,” Sandra told me while a finger lightly traced a crooked path over the back of my hand. Just that touch had my stomach clenched at the thought of more time with her in bed.
Continuing in a low, sultry voice, Sandra took my hand in hers and said, “I’ll show you how to enjoy threesome sex tonight and a gang bang tomorrow night. You’ll have enough money by Sunday to afford any apartment you want!”
Sandra gave me a sly look and added, “And give me a huge tip!”
The Present…
I sat on my couch staring at the bag on my table. It had been three days since Timmy had taken his plunge onto asphalt. I’d pushed the bag under my bed, trying to forget about it. Tonight I’d decided to look.
Marla had heard about Tim. She seemed to believe my story that I’d been in a taxi headed for my debut in the lead role of CATS! when Tim must have jumped. I’d told her that Tim seemed depressed and wanted a blow job but had sent me away immediately after coming in my mouth. It had already been reported on the news that the police had officially ruled Tim’s death as a suicide. Marla seemed satisfied that there wouldn’t be an investigation and let the matter drop.
I wanted to drop the matter also. As in, drop the stupid bag into a deep river! But like that fucking cat, my curiosity got the better of me and I reached to unzip the bag. The stale odor of cum and sweat hit my nose. It had been hot in that much fur. I pulled parts of my cat costume out. There wasn’t a single washing instruction or tag on any of the items.
For a brief second, I thought of having the cum dry cleaned out… Fuck no! My dry cleaner would never look at me the same if I brought a cum covered cat costume into his establishment. With no better idea of what to do, I filled my tub with warm water and squirted a generous amount of dishwashing liquid in before adding the costume. Pushing the parts around in the sudsy water to get them completely wet, I just hoped the fur wouldn’t begin to molt.
Leaving the costume to soak, I returned to my staring match with the bag. The bag won and I began pulling out the bundles of cash Tim had stuffed in. All the bundles were hundred-dollar bills. I started counting bills. When I reached fifty it seemed like half of one bundle so I figured there were 100, hundred dollar bills in the bundle. I got my calculator and…
Holy Fucking Shit! Ten thousand dollars a bundle!!! I quickly pulled all the bundles out of the bag and stacked them on my coffee table. Twenty bundles. That meant… I got my calculator and whooped for joy! Two hundred thousand dollars!
I got off the couch to dance around the room. I slid on the exposed hard wood floor sections of my waxed hardwood floor in my socks like Tom Cruise in that movie I couldn’t remember the name of. I danced with my knees pumping high and fast like what’s-her-name in Flash Dance. I shook my money maker all around my kitchen!
I finally ran out of breath and flopped down on my couch, breathing hard and just looking at the pile of cash on my table. I was thinking of the shops I could go to… Fuck that! I started thinking of the cities I could travel to, to shop in! Paris, London, Rome… I was planning my itinerary when Imaginary Mom’s voice dropped the C-word on me. College.
“C’mon, Mom,” I pleaded with Imaginary Mom. “I wanna shop! There’ll be plenty of money left over for college. I just won’t go to Rome.” Frowny face.
“Okay. Okay! Just a few shops here in the city…” Big frowny face.
I sighed. Nineteen years of being my Mother’s daughter trumped a few days of living independently in the city. I flopped against the back of the couch with my hands over my eyes.
“Well, what do I do with it then,” I asked Imaginary Mom. “I can’t just take the money to my bank! How do I explain where I got it from. Say that I robbed a bank? The teller would love that!”
I might not know much but I’ve watched enough TV crime shows to know that the IRS tracks large sums of money being deposited and withdrawn from banks. When no better inspiration struck I carried the cash into the kitchen. Opening the large decorative tin labeled FLOUR, I crammed the bundles on top of my tip money. The top wouldn’t close and I had to re-stack the bundles in laid out precision to get them to fit so the top closed.
“Okay,” I said in resignation to the smiling Imaginary Mom at my shoulder. “College is paid for.” Leaving the kitchen I whined, “Being a responsible adult sucks!”
To take my mind off the woes of responsibility I reached into the bag and brought out the last item. The binder. I held the letter Tim wanted me to mail. The envelope was thick with papers and as I felt it, there seemed to be two hard items in the center of the papers. From the shape, my first thought was computer thumb drives. That made sense if Tim was going to pass on information about his partners to… I turned the envelope over and read; Federal Office Building, Attn: J. Chamberlain, US Federal Attorney…
Fuck! That was as far as I got before tossing the envelope back onto my coffee table as if it had burned my fingers.
“Son of a bitch, Tim! What the fuck is going on,” I asked the air around me.
Sure as shit you don’t mail, Hi, How are you. Thought I’d drop you a line… letters to Federal Attorneys at their office. I sat staring at the envelope and I had another thought. It was definitely sure as shit that a Federal Attorney would be curious how a dead guy is sending him mail. Curious enough to try and find out who mailed the fucking letter and my fingerprints were all over that damned envelope!
My TV crime drama education failed me. Would rubbing the envelope hard on the sofa cushion wipe my fingerprints out of paper? I didn’t know. What I did know was I didn’t want to apply for a job in ten years where my employer might require a criminal background check. It would be pretty fucking funny to have FBI guys showing up ten years from now with questions about how my fingerprints were on a dead guy’s mail.
I gingerly picked up the envelope and carried it to my bookshelf. Opening an old-looking book I had no intention of ever reading but looked good on the shelf, I closed the book on the envelope and stuck it back on the shelf. I’d worry about how to mail it another day.
I began looking at the papers in the binder and they made absolutely no sense at all. Ten papers were in German. These had my signature as Tisla and a notary stamp. I put those in one stack. One paper had two columns of nonsense. Ten nonsensical sequences of letters, symbols, and numbers in each column. I set that next to the German papers by itself.
Twenty papers were in English. These seemed to have been just randomly selected from other files. They didn’t seem to talk about the same subjects and didn’t line up in any order. They formed a third pile.
Tim had repeated over and over that if I could figure this out… What? He hadn’t told me. What he had said though, hinted at good things if I did.
I started reading what I could of the pages written in German and… What the fuck! It was all wrong. Sure, it looked like German. These were German words and all, but it was like someone had used a German/English dictionary to pick out words at random.
Sentences were constructed wrong. Sentences didn’t even make sense! Different verb tenses in the same sentence. Some words I had no idea of. Three years of high school German didn’t mean I knew all the words and especially not legal German which I assumed these were. I needed a better dictionary than my pocket English/German dictionary on a shelf in my parent’s home.
I needed more than that, I realized as I held my head in my hands. I needed a nerd. I sat in sad contemplation, staring at my floor, and then I began to smile. Just ten feet or so below me lived a college nerd who liked to stare at my butt…
