Giggling and wet, Jasmine slowly awoke as her face was continuously licked. It was morning now, early morning and sunlight had just begun to stream into Gus's bedroom. Opening her eyes she laughed as she saw that the mystery kisses were not coming from her boy-toy, but from Angeline. Panting and pawing at her face, the small friendly dog loved when Jasmine came to visit and always woke her with a shower of wet dog kisses.
Opening her eyes fully she sat up and stretched as she petted Angeline. "Well girl, you are just as good a licker as your master I see." Rolling over onto her back, the dog pawed the air, trying to entice the bedroom guest to rub her stomach. "You are such a slut." Jasmine said with a giggle as she stroked the soft white underbelly of the Pomeranian.
Gus had already gotten up earlier and as Jasmine reviewed the events of the evening alone in his large empty bed she sighed. Her whole body still tingled, having been slavishly worshipped by her lover all night. Completely and totally satisfied, she had lost count of the orgasms he had licked from her body the night before and between his attention to her pussy and his excellent foot and leg massage, she felt completely and totally restored. Blushing she realized that she had fallen asleep before she could return any loving on Gus.
"Well Angeline, I think I have some work to do" she said as she rough housed with the excitable dog. "I owe your master a proper Good Morning blowjob" she said with a smile as she licked her lips anticipating the pleasure she was going to bestow. Swinging her feet over the side of the bed she began to stand. As she put on Gus's abandoned Hawaiian Shirt from the night before she sniffed the air. Her smile grew even wider as the unmistakable odor of sizzling sausage wafted up the steps from the kitchen below. Angeline, smelling it first and not wanting to miss out on such a delectable feast, instantly jumped off of the bed and ran to the closed door. Her paws clicked wildly on the bare wood floor as she scratched and whined desperately at the door.
"Good idea girl. Let's have breakfast first before we continue any festivities." Rubbing Angeline's head quickly as she whimpered and panted she added "I think I will need some protein for what I am going to do to your master." Opening the door Angeline bolted down the stairs in a furry red blur.
Walking into his large living room Jasmine plopped down on the couch. Looking around the room she smiled as she saw the interior in the pale light of dawn. It was truly a bachelor pad. Wires hung everywhere as Gus ran his entire software business out of his roomy apartment. Despite being an extraordinarily large and beautiful apartment for the French Quarter, the place cried out for a female touch.
All of the furniture looked as if it was picked up at Goodwill with none of it matching. Adding to the slacker doofus mystique, Gus's choice of "decoration" pushed the boundaries of bad taste. Hanging over the enormous flat screen TV was a giant poster of a half-naked woman in a sleeveless T-shirt who obviously had been enhanced by silicone right beside another poster of Scooby Doo. His coffee table was littered with empty pizza boxes and turned over cartons of Chinese take-out. In the center, holding court in the field of garbage stood BONGZILLA. A foot tall, the plastic Godzilla toy had been modified to have the bowl implanted in its mouth with a hose extending from his tail. The front of Bongzilla's face was blackened by obvious frequent use and the night before he had been quite active.
Gus, despite having more money than almost anyone she knew, did not put on any airs and was obviously not a materialist. His apartment, although spacious and luxurious, looked more like a dorm room of a horny teenaged boy than the home of a thirty something successful computer software entrepreneur. Hearing Gus singing in the kitchen over the splattering and sizzling of the sausages cooking on the stove, she grinned. Angeline was already with him inside, no doubt begging for treats unashamedly. Opening her mouth to call out to him, her whole body froze as the front door suddenly flew open.
Standing in the doorway was Margaret Landrieu, Gus's older sister, and from the scowl on her face it was obvious she was not happy to find a visitor in her brother's home. Especially if that visitor was a half-naked black Hottie named Jasmine.
Crossing her arms across her chest, she was the polar opposite of her brother Gus. Stylish and perfectly coiffed, everything about her screamed luxury and a certain self-conscious social climbing graspiness. Her clothes were exquisitely tailored, a very tasteful tweed skirt topped off by a white and obviously expensive silk blouse. Large thick pearls were festooned around her neck and eye poppingly expensive Jimmy Choos shod her feet. Topping off the effect that she wanted to convey, her spiky stylish haircut screamed wealth and power and instantly announced that she was a force to be reckoned with. She would no doubt be a formidable First Lady of Louisiana, once her husband won the election.
"Pardon me." She smirked as she walked boldly into the room. "I should have anticipated my brother might be "entertaining"." Looking Jasmine up and down she smiled. "My poor silly baby brother is such a generous spirit. Lord knows how many guests he has entertained just like you, especially at such an early hour." She said as her tone dripped in icy snarkiness.
