This is an interracial and lesbian story
Anna was in a very exclusive designer shop, ostensibly browsing, but actually watching the beautiful young blond woman who had caught her eye. The woman, who really didn't look like more than a girl was inspecting and holding up this garment and that. The cost of the items made Anna smile, not that they had price tags on them, oh no, not in this shop. The prices were in the 100s and 1000s range.
The woman she was observing filled her tick box completely; she really was a beauty, one of the best she had ever seen in her 15 year or so career.
Around 5ft 5" Ash blond hair that was as natural as natural could be, long, and tapered down between her elegant shoulder blades in a shag style, beautifully made up face, a Romanesque one, gorgeously elegant, and in the short skirt she had on, her legs seemed to go on for ever.
Pretending to browse herself, she sidled up to one of the many lovely assistants and asked obliquely, 'I seem to know that girl, who is she?'
'Oh that's Lady Eleanor Harcourt ma'am, the Lady is connected to the royal family somewhere.' She told her reverently.
'Ah yes, I've seen her in magazines or television?'
'Possibly ma'am, her husband is Sir Rupert Harcourt, a celebrated MP, among other things.' This seemed to be said with some distaste.
'Yes of course, do they live in London?'
'No ma'am, they live in Hurston, about 50 miles from here, the good Lady is staying at the Hilton, Parliament is, I believe in uproar, there's a big flap on the whole place is on edge, politics hey?' and gave her a knowing wink.
'Yes, glad we mere mortals are on the sidelines?'
May I help you ma'am,' the girl asked, hoping for a commission.
''Yes thank you, I'll take this please,' Anna said, and held out a dress that she knew would cost about 2000.
The girls eyes beamed, and she went off to wrap it in very stylish fashion.
This gave Anna time to call Tom, her husband, and quickly told him they might have one on. 'Go and book a room at the Hilton around the corner, we are looking for Lady Eleanor Harcourt.'
She closed her phone and 20 seconds later 'accidently' bumped into Lady Eleanor, Anna was stunned, at close up she was even more beautiful, her pussy tickled her.
'Oh I'm so sorry, please forgive me?'
The Lady smiled softly at her and wafted the apology away, soon they were chatting like old friends, as her 'client' looked at her, Anna knew she was impressed, she always looked good, she never knew when she was going to bump into a possible. Eleanor bought what she wanted and they left to take coffee in a up market bistro.
Anna soon sensed a feeling of sadness, or more likely loneliness coming from her, her hope soared at this. And when Anna told her she was staying at the Hilton, Lady Eleanor smiled a dazzling smile and greeted the information with delight.
Anna said, 'why don't we have dinner tonight, unless you have plans?' This would make or break her wishful thinking.
'I have no plans at all, my husband will be tied up all night on voting matters, and I'll be on my own, again,' she added forcefully. 'I would love to have dinner with you Anna.' She told her new found friend.
Eleanor was as happy as she had been for more than a year now, after she had married her life had changed dramatically, and not for the best either. Her husband who was 15 years older than her was always away on business or Parliament duties, where he hoped he was heading for the top.
They arrived at the hotel and parted company after a nice hug. Anna called her husband and asked which room they were in, and where Eleanor was staying, a slipped £100 had secured that information from a desk girl, they were on the floor below her.
Stood in the elevator Anna apprised herself, she still had it, even at the ripe old age of 35, she was still a stunningly beautiful woman. Her chocolate silk smooth skin was unblemished, she still worked out, didn't smoke or drink apart from a glass of wine with dinner. 5ft 9" tall, weighing 120, her figure was as good as it was when she was 20.
Her face was terrifically Caribbean, pert round nose, huge dark eyes, arching eyebrows. And her lips were full, symmetrical, pouty, and heart shaped. She had fabulous upturned tits, acorn looking nipples that would still send her dizzy when mauled by Tom. A bum that turned heads everywhere, and legs that were made to fit her by God himself.
And she had money, lots of it, or rather she and Tom did, everything she had was his as far as she was concerned, she loved him with all her heart, would never leave him. She had money because an unknown relative had died, and after a year long search, Anna was found to be the only living one, she inherited the lot, and it was a lot.
She had fallen in love with Tom, the very second she clapped eyes on him, and he had fallen for her too. He was a big man, he actually resembled Tyson Beckford, the guy in Toni Braxton's world wide hit, 'Unbreak my heart.' And he had a cock and stamina that equalled his good looks, and enticing eyes.
Beautifully brown, smooth skin, well built, he was into sport at the time they had met, over 6ft 4" and built like a gorgeous house, narrow hipped, big strong legs, and his cock could decimate any woman, as Anna had find out so many many times.
They were as compatible as a couple could have been. The only thing that could have become an issue but didn't due to the fact that what they were, was what suited the other.
Tom had admitted after they were married, that he had always had a penchant for a beautiful white blond woman, just the once he hastened to add. Anna was shocked and very hurt, but he had explained, it was one of those unfulfilled urges. A desire to just try it once in his life, a desire he had had long before he had met his Anna,
So Anna, because she loved him, had hired a blond beauty to give Tom his desired wish. And Tom had had a ball, but was amazed to find out that Anna was bi sexual, and when Tom had fucked the woman to a frazzle, Anna had had her turn, and she had loved it too, it was their first time with a white blond. This was the catalyst that set them on the infamous road they were on now.
The woman turned out to be the first of many, they didn't court or woo lovers, they took them, having talked about their experience, Tom had convinced Anna that now they were rich they could open lots of doors to unhappy, married or even single women, given the right approach, and they had been successful even to the point where 2 of their 'clients'Anna wouldn't hear of the word victims, had insisted of further liaisons.
But one had gone spectacularly wrong, it was the only time Anna had let him choose, and it was a big mistake, the woman had fought them to a standstill, even tried to kill them, and they had barely got away. They left and went to America for a while before returning.
They joined every exclusive club they could up and down the country, mixed with higher end people. Equestrian, Tennis, Hunts, only all women's clubs, Golf, Cricket, Regattas, Yachting, the list was endless and they loved what they did, the only criteria they stuck to was, the client had to be beautiful, age, creed or colour wasn't an issue, beauty and preferably sexy, was! And some of their success was out of this world, they had had women from all over the world, but the easiest ones were those women looking for fun and excitement once they could get away from the oppressive cultural religions they were forced to follow.
Now Anna was almost sure she could get to Lady Eleanor, although she had told Anna to call her Elle, which she now was. The thought of making her obey as she kneeled over her beautiful face and suck her out excited her like never before, Elle truly was a beauty, and as sexy as hell, Anna had found out she was 22 years old.
She dressed for dinner in a short dress, plenty of shapely legs and knees on show, and low cut, to afford Elle the view she might want to sample, hopefully. Her long black silky hair skittered around her smooth slim shoulders. Anna looked as good as she possibly could, there wouldn't be many men or some women not eyeing her and wishing.
Her and Tom had discussed and finalised their plans as much as they could, and Anna slipped the draft that she knew would settle Elle and turn her on, into her purse, so Anna could seduce her before introducing Tom.
They met at 7:30 and were shown to a very private table, every head in there turned to watch the two beauties walk by. But they didn't walk, they glided, wafted, hovered. Elle was wearing a simple, but very expensive dress in cream, a little alike in style to Anna's, they hugged and kissed cheeks.