Vickie's Cell Phone rang and she answered it as soon as she could. That was her special phone, the one she used for her customers. In the last little while, she'd built up quite the nice little clientele, not including Lucinda herself. The reason was she prided herself on discretion, plus no matter what she had to do to achieve that goal, the customer was
always
left satisfied.
"Hello, you've got Vickie. Oh, hello, how are you? I'm surprised to hear from
you
, but ... oh no, I'm sorry, I can't. I have a commitment tonight and don't have anyone free until after midnight. That'll be fine? All right, yes she is ... of course, I think we can accommodate that request. The fee? I think we can work that out later, have a lovely day."
Vickie snapped the phone shut and was a bit miffed. The client who had just called was an attractive woman who she would dearly loved to have girl-fucked, but she and Heather, Heather's Aunt Alexus, Lucinda and a few other women were getting together for a lesbian orgy she simply
couldn't
pass up. Then she was going to end the evening by going home and fucking Daddy raw. She was glad she had a few girls she could trust now, her own little entourage, because this woman was someone she truly wanted as a repeat customer.
****
Melissa Price gathered up her books and waved goodbye to her favorite teacher, Katherine Saunders. Katie was always glad to see Melissa, the girl was the kind of student teachers lived to inspire, she was bright, inquisitive and friendly and always seemed to have a smile on her face. Melissa was up for any challenge and was very involved with the School, including being on dance committees and a former member of Student Council. The pony tailed teen was also very easy on the eyes, as a lot of the boys had noticed. Melissa didn't seem to have a lot of time for boys though -- it puzzled Katie, given the girl's popularity, she could have had her pick of any male in the school. A few times, she had thought Melissa might be gay, but she did see Melissa flirt with boys, she just chose not to date any of them. Oh well, it wasn't any of her business, the strawberry-blonde thought to herself as she walked towards her car and made her way home -- to a big, lonely apartment with only her cat, Colonel, to keep her company, she sighed.
Melissa walked into her favorite coffee shop, ordered a large Mexican Don Pepe and got the restroom key. Once the door was locked, she let down her ponytail and brushed her waist-length blonde hair, in a few minutes, it was shining in the light. She applied a bit of blush, some shadowy mascara and a light orchid eyeliner. Next, she unbuttoned all but two of the buttons on her blouse and let her gorgeous 34C tits show in the lacy black bra she'd been hiding. Melissa had been working on her tan whenever she could; not a single tan line marred her breasts. She followed that action by rolling up the plaid skirt she'd worn that day to the point where her buttocks showed -- barely -- and one could see the tiny black thong she was wearing.
The killer touch came after that, she slipped off her sensible shoes and from her duffel bag, extracted long, thigh-high black PVC boots with a wicked stiletto heel. It wasn't Melissa who emerged from the restroom, it was Melisande. She grabbed her coffee and indulged herself with a Biscotti and flipped her Cell and dialed Vickie's number, feeling the eyes of the young Barista watching her with obvious interest.
"Hi Nick -- yeah, everything's great. What time are they expecting me? In an hour? Great, no worries. Am I going to them or are they ... they're sending a Limo? Ooh, sounds swanky, here's where I'll be then. Hugs and kisses sweetie, talk with you tomorrow." Melisande was glad she'd had her little talk with her friend Heather, who had nudged her in Vickie's direction. Being one of the horniest young women on the planet, her
new
extra-curricular activities were a lot of fun and very easy on the pocketbook.
Melisande had to be honest with herself, she was a tiny bit nervous, as she'd never been with a couple before, but Vickie had assured her the young marrieds were very nice and really sexy. Vickie always checked out the clients in advance, she either had references or insisted on meeting them in person. To calm her nerves, Melisande considered going outside and lighting a cigarette, she still had a few in her purse, but she'd been highly successful in her attempts to quit -- with some motivation from Vickie and Heather, who promised her something special if she stayed smoke-free for 3 months.
Another factor was that the aroma lingered, as did the smell of the joint she also had in her duffel bag. No -- if these people are as sexy as Vickie says they are, I want to be 100% straight.
Promptly at 6 PM, a long stretch limo picked Melisande up at the designated spot. Long coat wrapped around her, she got in the limo and saw the handsome couple seated inside. The male half extended his hand and greeted her warmly.
"Melisande, my -- you're just as lovely as Vickie said you'd be -- no, you're
lovelier
. I'm Barry Saunders and this is my wife, Tenaya." Melisande heard the last name Saunders and wondered if he was any relation to Katherine Saunders, her teacher? "I hope you'll be everything we've been fantasizing about." Tenaya smiled at her, she was pretty enough, with her hair tied up behind her and horn-rimmed glasses. Her clothes were somewhat elegant though, as were Barry's and she had a lovely smile, with beautiful brown eyes.
"I guarantee it," Melisande said confidently.
"You're my birthday present," Tenaya said softly.
"Oh? Well then, happy birthday," Melisande said, leaning in to kiss the blonde woman. She brushed her lips against Tenaya's, but Tenaya threw a bit more passion into her kiss and her hand brushed Melisande's cheek. This woman can kiss and I don't think it's her
first
time kissing another girl, Melisande thought.
"Share, darling?" Barry asked his wife, who nodded. She kissed Barry and then let him kiss Melisande, who gave him a preview of things to come. Her tongue darted with his and they kissed for a while as the limo drove on. Then Melisande returned her attentions to Tenaya -- why
not
start things up a bit, she reckoned.
The limo pulled up to a luxurious townhouse and the trio got out. The couple linked their arms with Melisande's and led her upstairs to a beautifully furnished home, with tasteful decorations everywhere. Barry poured them a drink and told Melisande he was a writer. "You're
that
Barry Saunders?" Melisande said, astonished. Barry laughed, indeed he was -- now that she could see him clearer, he looked exactly like the pictures on his dust jackets. Melisande was a huge fan, his characters were bold, vivid and real -- and sexy. She was going to have sex with Barry-
frickin'
-Saunders, she danced inside.
Tenaya sat down and removed her coat, she was wearing a light pink silk blouse and elegant black skirt, calf-length, with a pair of black stiletto heels and sexy hosiery. Still, Melisande thought, she seemed a bit tame in appearance to be the wife of such an accomplished writer.
"What do you do?" Melisande asked as she also sat down and joined Tenaya.
"I'm a schoolteacher at Briarwood Academy," Tenaya said.
"Oh?"
Barry spoke now. "Yes -- which is the reason we requested you when Vickie showed us your picture."
Tenaya spoke now, her voice changed tone, becoming softer and more alluring. "I see some of those
shameless
little bitches in their uniforms, with their skirts hiked and their gorgeous asses and pussies showing, their long legs and I just want to pull them into my class and have my way with them. Little
sluts
, I want to show them what a
real
woman could do to their hot little cunts, but unfortunately, I'm a well-respected member of the faculty and I can't do that. Besides, the scandal could ruin Barry. But I yearn to eat their slutty little pussies, so every once in a while, we get a girl like you and I do naughty,
horrid
things to her." Tenaya said, shuddering a bit in delight.
Clearly, Melisande had underestimated Barry's blonde wife. He smiled.
"Melisande, I can assure you that Tenaya won't harm you, quite the opposite, you'll leave here weak in the knees. My wife can be quite the shark once she gets going and I don't mean to brag, but I can still throw a woman a mean fuck, even though I'm heading ... " Barry coughed intentionally " ... towards 50."
"My
Daddy
is 50," Melisande purred, throwing a bit of a spin on the events. "I have a bit of a Daddy complex, I warn you."
Melissa
had wanted to screw her business-exec father for some time now, but he always saw her as his little girl, she knew. Barry's eyebrow arched in response and she could feel Tenaya's eyes staring lusty holes in her.
"Why don't you show us what it is you're wearing under that coat?" Tenaya purred softly. Melisande realized she hadn't taken it off, even though the other two had made themselves quite comfortable.
It's all about the show
, she thought to herself, remembering some of the things Vickie had taught her. She stood up and let the long coat slide to the floor, showing off her wares. She did a little pirouette and showed her tiny skirt, the sexy ass clad only in a thong, all of her body on full display for the pretty teacher and her somewhat-older husband.
"Oh my -- oh, she's exquisite, we chose well," Tenaya said, almost drooling. "We're going to enjoy her darling, I can tell."
"How did you two meet?" Melisande asked. Famous authors and schoolteachers did not often run in the same circles.
"Before I hit it big, I taught at Briarwood. Tenaya was one of my students and I'm afraid my willpower wasn't quite as strong as hers. I couldn't resist her hot little sexkitten body, so I seduced the little bitch and fucked her on a near-daily basis until the summer, when she graduated."
"He