AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is essentially a sequel to two of my other stories, "Serving Jessica" and "Lesbian Call Girl -- The Stylist". I think this one actually stands well on its own, but if you want some of the backstory, read those two stories first.
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As Amanda worked on my hair, I was impressed by her professionalism and discretion. Despite the fact that I had seduced her, and that we had subsequently taken her to my bed a number of times, she invariably treated me publicly like any other of her clients at the salon. Anyone watching us would have no clue that I was going down on her on a regular basis.
To date, that's all we'd done - me on her. Amanda never showed any interest in returning the favor, but that was okay with me. I was the first woman she'd been with, and sometimes it takes a while. And even if she never did, I still really enjoyed doing her, making her cum. Amanda was a doll - tall, cute, and adventurous, three traits that always attract me. Plus, she was young, in her early twenties, and frequently horny, which added to her appeal.
But as she worked on my hair today, I had other things on my mind. I had an appointment with my original celebrity client, Jessica Simpson. Of course, she wasn't really a client per se, since there would be no charge for my services. My relationship with Jessica goes way back, back to the time I was working as her summer intern, and subsequently became essentially her sex slave. And it was Cacee, Jessica's best friend and personal assistant, who saw my potential (and experienced my skills first-hand), and got me set up in my current profession. Anyway, to make a long story short, at our parting I told them both that if they ever felt the need for some good oral love, I'd be there for them. Both of them had taken me up on my offer several times, though it had been a while now since I'd seen either of them.
Amanda broke my train of thought as she asked, "So, what's up for you the rest of today?" It was just idle conversation, but I was feeling naughty, so I answered her truthfully, "Oh, I'm meeting a client right after this."
Amanda got wide-eyed at that, then burst into a big grin. It was the reaction I expected. I had confided in Amanda about my profession and some of my clients. In fact, it was at least partially how I had seduced her, and she was always fascinated by my adventures, though I actually told her very little.
"Who?" she asked in a low voice. "Please tell me."
I knew I should be discrete, but I couldn't resist. I had her bend in so I could whisper in her ear, "It's Jessica Simpson."
Again the wide-eyed amazement. "Nooooooo!!!" she blurted out, before catching herself and lowering her voice. "She was you first, right?"
I nodded, and she added in a whisper, "God, she's so hot. Are you excited?" I started to answer, but before I could, she continued, "Damn, I'd love to see you do that, Want an observer?" She giggled at her own question.
"Uh, no," I responded, "I don't think that would work. These are private affairs."
Amanda blushed, embarrassed by her boldness. "Oh yeah, sure, I know. Just a thought."
We went back to the business at hand -- my hair -- and didn't raise the topic again, though I could tell Amanda was distracted, like she was picturing the scene in her head. And then, finally, she raised it one more time as I was leaving. "Have fun," she said with a knowing look. "And if you change your mind about ... you know what, let me know." Then she gave me funny smile and a look to tell me she was just playing around.
Once I left the salon, I waited on the corner where Jessica said she'd pick me up. She was a little late, but eventually pulled up in a huge SUV with tinted windows all around. She honked the horn to get my attention, then lowered the passenger window and leaned over with a big, warm smile. "Hey Leenie!!!" she called, using the pet name she had bestowed on me way back when. "Hop in!".
I got in and immediately looked Jessica over. I was, frankly, utterly amazed. Jessica looked incredible. Despite now being over forty, she looked just as good as she did in her mid-twenties. Dressed oh so casually in cutoffs and tight crop-top, she was trim and fit, her legs shapely and athletic, her bare midriff firm and flat. And her boobs! My god, if anything, her boobs had grown even larger with age. They were spilling out of that crop-top. Maybe that's what having three kids will do to them. In any case, she looked wonderful.
As I was buckling my seatbelt Jess reached over to affectionately squeeze my thigh. "How ya been, hun?" Without waiting for a reply, she continued, unable to suppress her enthusiasm. "We're gonna have fun today, aren't we, babe? I've been thinking about this for days, about you and that killer tongue of yours." Another squeeze, with a lecherous smile. "My panties are already wet from thinking it!"
Well, I was delighted by her eagerness, though caught a bit off guard by its intensity. "Same here," I replied simply. It was true. After seeing her half-exposed curves and feeling her enthusiasm, I could feel my own pussy getting wet as I thought about doing her. Yes, we were going to have fun, her from the pleasure I'd give her and me from giving it. She really did look delicious. I couldn't wait to get my hands - and my mouth - on her.
I continued to ogle her, sneaking looks at her boobs and crotch as we chit-chatted idly on the way to the hotel. At some point, however, I offhandedly mentioned Amanda's interest in joining us, assuring Jessica (falsely) that I never revealed her name, and dismissing the idea as ridiculous. But Jessica's reaction was not what I expected. "Oh yeah?" she said... "Really?" She was silent for a long moment, thinking. Then, her eyes sparkling, "You know, that might be fun. She's young ... and cute, right? And I assume she'd be discreet?"
"Uh... yeah, of course. I'm sure she would be. But don't get the wrong idea. Amanda's not like me. The times I've been with her, it's strictly been me doing her. Nothing from her in return."
