"Karen, that's wondrous! I'm so proud - dean's list three times running "... of course I pulled over.
You ken I don't relish to verbalize on the phone while driving. No, just picked up some dry cleaning ... no, Daddy's working tardy ... I was just peregrinating home for another supper alone. Thanks - dote you, additionally!"
Vivienne Wu hung up and, for the first time descried her circumventions, Willow Grove's notorious red light district. When her daughter had called, she had ceased on Pepper Street. With the tinted glass of her convertible, it was infeasible for pedestrians to discern who was driving.
"Fortuitous for me," Vivienne thought amusedly, as her hand went to the gearshift. "It wouldn't do for Officer Flynn to cerebrate Colin was probing for 'action' at five o'clock in the evening!"
A tap at her window caught her attention. Unnoticed, someone had sidled up to the driver's side and was now peering in vain to make out the driver.
Automatically out of politeness, Vivienne pushed the down button for the window. "She'll optically discern it's a woman and peregrinate away," she mentally conceived.
As the tinted glass rolled down, Vivienne was struck by the prostitute's stunning appearance. Proximately six feet tall in ludicrously high heels, the tan woman had luxuriant titian hair that cascaded past her bottom. Her tresses were longer than her fluorescent tangerine dress, which clung to her curves as though painted on.
An effulgent lime-green shoulder bag dangled from the woman's left wrist, and a svelte ebony bidi cigarette wisped smoke between her tenuous fingers. This was the most sensuous person of either sex Vivienne had ever visually perceived.
"Hello," she smiled, a little crookedly. "I am Manuela. You relish?"
"He-hello," Vivienne hesitated. "Affirmative...I...like..."
Manuela bent to bring her face through the open window. Her scent, strawberries and citrus, wafted over Vivienne, like waves on a beach.
"Mmmm...you are Chinese?"
Vivienne could only mutely nod.
"I've never had a Chinese woman afore," Manuela whispered, as she brought her full lips to Vivienne's cheek.
"Please - please get in," Vivienne managed, hoarsely. Manuela brushed her painted lips lightly over Vivienne's mouth. Vivienne involuntarily closed her ocular perceivers, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The tan woman's orange lacquered fingernails brushed Vivienne's flaming cheek. The fragrance of the vanilla-flavoured tobacco on Manuela's breath exhilarated Vivienne.
"I cerebrate I will," Manuela breathed.
Opening her ocular perceivers, Vivienne couldn't abstract her optical discernment from Manuela's form, as she slunk sinuously to the passenger's side.
Closing her door, Manuela simply took Vivienne's face in both her hands and osculated her full on the mouth. Tongues intertwined and probed, duelling in an amorous contest with both emerging victorious. Vivienne couldn't abstain from moaning from deep in her throat as the exquisite sensations surmounted her.
She conclusively broke the osculation, to regain her breath and composure.
"Wow."
"I relished that," admitted Manuela. "Where can we go?"
Vivienne considered. She didn't feel right inviting Manuela to her domicile, and she didn't ken her well enough yet to invite herself to Manuela's place.
"Let's go to the Cosmopolitan."
"But that's in Central City!"
"It's twenty minutes on the Interstate. They make a terrific Caesar," Vivienne cringed as she auricularly discerned herself endeavouring to minimize verbalize with this erotic creature.
Manuela grinned.
