This is the sixth instalment of an 18-year-old music student's, Clare's, sexual journey. In the first instalment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover during some sexual high jinx she is still a virgin. In the second, she sets out in a limo to her first appointment with her new escort name, "Celeste", to a man who has outbid other men for the privilege of taking her cherry. There is an erotic adventure in the limo. In the third instalment, she loses her cherry to an experienced client. The fourth instalment found the young lass fucked by a client known as the "High Hippie" on the altar of the Earth Goddess at an orgy at midnight of Summer Solstice in Central Park. The fifth had Clare fulfilling a crush she had with her ex-music teacher who was visiting New York. She lured him to her room, slowly stripped and made him an "offer he could not refuse". This installment has her meeting a client who has paid a big bonus to be the first to remove the pubic hair from her never shaven pussy.
Fran, the lady who ran the escort agency, had called Clare to inform her about the next assignment. This one was going to be very lucrative because the client had outbid several others to have the honor of removing all of Clare's pubic hair which had never been trimmed or cut before in her young life. Of course, this came with a full evening of sexual favors. Clare did not mind losing her pubes. In fact, she wanted to shave it off herself; since talking with other girls, she found they all had bald pussies. It was the big city way. Thank goodness Fran had told her not to shave it herself.
Several clients yearned to do the deed and she could not believe how much the high bidder was willing to pay. She had already earned enough from her previous clients for tuition at the Julliard School of Music but she had eye on a new cello that was so expensive that she would have to work for a good deal longer. Down deep, she was drawn to the erotic adventures she was experiencing.
The client was a woman celebrity named Dani, who had just won the Woman's Light Heavyweight Boxing Championship of the World. Hearing it was a woman made Clare pause for a moment but then she remembered two recent horny interludes with a woman's hot tongue on her very satisfied pussy. She did not think she was a lesbian. When she masturbated she always fantasized about men but an occasional female fling would be nice. Fran had told her that this client had used her escort service several times and could be trusted. She did however say that girls that had been with the client had been a little shaken up by the experience but nothing major. Clare was a bit worried about the "shaken up" phrase; but the money was so good and this made her throw caution to the wind.
The client had requested to Fran; that she wear a pleated plaid skirt and white blouse in a schoolgirl fashion. The location and time to meet was at 9 o'clock, at a bar called "La Femme Lickita" a few blocks off Times Square.
Meeting the New Light Heavyweight Boxing Champ
Clare got out of her taxi in front of "La Femme Lickita". Three Harley motorcycles were parked to the right of the large brass door; with their husky female owners huddled in a small circle laughing and passing around what smelled to her, from her experience at the hippie party, like a marijuana cigarette. The women had short boyish haircuts and wore tight black leather biker clothing. She read an
"ANGELS FROM HELL"
logo across the back of their jackets.
The nastiest looking one shouted out to her, "What you looking at bitch?" Then grabbed her crotch lewdly and said, "Maybe you want some of this." Clare looked away and rushed to the door where a tall, stocky bouncer of indeterminate sex in a suit and tie opened the door for her. She was greeted with a blast of the throbbing beat of trance-style music. Inside, it was wall to wall women drinking, laughing and shouting. It was pandemonium. There was a total variety of clothing from Wall Street business attire with Gucci high heels to farmer-type coveralls with work boots. Hairstyles were equally varied from feminine with long curls to short brush cuts. Clare was shocked by the extreme tattoos and piercings that were the style of many.
When Clare stepped in through the door, a hundred hungry eyes drank in her sweet young beauty. There she was with brunette hair flowing in long curls. She had very little makeup over her perfect skin although she had bright red lipstick on very sexy kissable lips. The top few buttons on her snow white blouse were open; to show her teen breasts pushed up and straining to be released from a bra that was a bit too small. The hem of her plaid pleated skirt was only a modest few inches above her knees. She was a yummy young morsel that all of these women would love to show the wonders of lesbian love-making. Dressed as she was as a school-girl tart and coming into a sex-crazed bar like this, everyone knew she would be smearing that red glossy lipstick over some lucky woman's clitoris before the night was over.
The music student had not expected this big a crowd. 'How
will she ever find Dani?
'she thought as she stood there with a puzzled look on her pretty face. Fortunately, a tall heavy set woman with jeans and a plaid workman's shirt looked over at her, broke into a big smile of recognition, and rushed over with open arms.
"Thank goodness, this must be Dani!"
Clare felt relieved
"Dearie, dearie. Where have you been all my life?"
The woman loudly exclaimed over the roaring din of the music. The lesbian leaned in and Clare expected an air kiss but the dike wrapped one arm around her shoulder and the hand of the other grabbed her bum rudely, before planting a full-on kiss on Clare's lips. This left her in shock ; at a total loss for words, not knowing what to do. The woman finally broke her hold and stepped back. Clare shouted to her,
"
Hi, are you Dani?
"Sure, babe I'm Dani. Let's get out of here."
The woman shouted back. Clare could see
"LIAR"
written all over her face as she said it. Even a country girl like herself knew that she was being hustled. All of a sudden, a handsome tall muscular woman in jeans and a black leather bomber jacket with a man's plaid shirt under it; was standing beside them.
"Hi, I am Dani. You must be Celeste from the agency. I have a table over there with some of my friends."
She had used Clare's escort name; Celeste. The music student escort turned to follow her, knowing certainly that this was her client; who was starting to lead her though the mass of people. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her shoulder from behind and spun her back around. It was the first lady again being very persistent.
"
You are with me doll."
She growled; in a deep voice with an angry look. Celeste cringed and stood up very straight since she did not know what to do. She had no experience with violent women. Then in a flash, with no warning , Dani's fist connected with brute force with the center of the woman's face. She went down like a proverbial "sack of hammers", out cold before she hit the floor. Even with all the noise in the bar, Celeste could hear the hollow clunk sound, of her head hitting the floor. She had never seen anything like that.
Dani leaned into her ear and said in a confident voice,
"Don't worry. I'm making sure everyone knows YOU are with me."
Dani's large strong hand gripped Celeste's and she was pulled obediently behind her protector to the V.I.P. section; which was a raised area overlooking the action. Celeste was starting to understand what Fran at the agency had meant when she said previous dates of Dani's had been "shaken up". The four women at Dani's table were standing up, cheering and giving high fives. One shouted,
"The champ gets another first round knockout!"
Dani sat down on an empty seat, laughed heartily and pulled Celeste roughly onto her lap. Celeste looked over the table full of drinks at the other two couples. Each was a combination of a tough looking woman in jeans and manly shirt with short hair and scarred faces sitting close beside a pretty girl, in nice makeup and a schoolgirl outfit similar to hers. Dani shouted out above the loud music,
"Celeste, let me introduce you to my friends. This is Willy, Wilma to her mother, ranked number three welterweight and here is big Chica, a future heavyweight champ."
Willy waved and Chica reached over with a huge hand and engulfed Celeste's in a manly handshake. Dani continued,
"Hey schoolgirls, tell Celeste who you are."
"Hi, I'm Rosie."
chirped the girl with Willy.
"Hi, I'm Angel. Rosie and I are friends of Fran."
'
She is talking about Fran at Midnight Magic Escort's. So she is telling me they are escorts too.'
This thought ran through Celeste's head and it did make her feel a lot better to know she was surrounded by colleagues. She could feel Dani's hand slipping under her short skirt and resting on her thong covered girlie parts.
"This woman does not waste any time."
Again she thought to herself. Dani roared again,
"Drink up guys. This is a celebration. Last night, I knocked out that bitch from Brazil who wanted my title. So, tonight is Brazilian Night in New York City."
She turned to Celeste.
"Stand up my sweet."
Celeste jumped to her feet as ordered ,with the aid of Dani's strong hand lifting her ass. Dani suddenly lifted up the front of Celeste's dress and violently jerked her panties half way down her thighs, totally exposing her hair covered pussy to all.
"Here is the young pussy I am going to Brazilian and fuck tonight. Nice hey?"
The boxers roared their approval at the table and a few dykes in the vicinity shouted, pointed and clapped at the scene. The thought of so many people looking at her private parts and her automatically moving her hand to cover her crotch in modesty. Dani took her hand and pushed it away.
"
Get your fucking hand away from MY pussy. I bought it for tonight. It's MINE, bitch. Don't worry. I will take real good care of it. HAHA!"
Celeste looked down at the other two escorts for support but they just looked down and turned their eyes away.
