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"So," Rachel peers into my eyes, the strong, skunk scented smoke fills the car. I'm sure it's intentional, her legs are parted enough and her dress high enough, that I have no choice but to see her pussy lips glistening their moisture.
"You chill now? Feeling better?" She offers me the fatty.
I shake my head, refusing the weed and reply.
"I'm feeling very relaxed, thank you. You've turned my day around."
"You certainly seem happier, much more relaxed in only a few hours. Imagine the day's only 1/2 over."
Rachel tokes again.
"In this confined space, we're both gonna get wasted, whether you're toking or not." She giggles, takes several quick draws and blows a huge cloud my way.
Rachel leans back, parting her legs wider, exposing, presenting me her smooth vulva, glistening pussy lips seductively teasing.
{'Is that an invitation, should I go to her? I do want to'}
Rachel in a soft, seductive, teasing voice.
"Are you still horny, did Liyang satisfy you, or did she awaken something new in you?" She dabs out the joint. Parts her flaps with the first two fingers of her left hand; dips her right forefinger into her pussy, bringing the juice to her clit, circles the petite protrusion. With her right finger playing, her left exposes a teat, she tweaks the nipple hardening it. Gazing intently at me, knowing she's exciting me.
"I always have a grand climax with her, but it also makes me ruttish, craving for more."
She inserts a second finger, moans, brings them to her mouth then tongues the gap between them, as one would lick a pussy.
"I'm on the verge of another orgasm. How about you?" She parts her dark, wet labia with both hands; her fingers peeling back the flaps. I'm staring at the flat surface of glistening, bright, pink smooth flesh, and a gaping, muscle twitching hole. Her forefingers sliding up and down the entire inner surface of her pussy lips.
"Rachel, are you seducing me?" I stare at her, weighing our sexual attraction, and her benevolent actions. I'm amazed that I am brazen enough to ask her that question. It must be the weed.
I try to deny the wanton fantasies running through my mind, but she has a bewitching hold on me, I feel weak; but I'm wary of the consequences if I submit.
I feel compelled to be completely honest.
"Rachel, I'm very horny, naïve, inexperienced. I'm perplexed, sex was never a concern to me; education, my family, and finances, always took priority." I struggle to restrain myself; this lewd lust is foreign to me. I'm wary but intrigued."
"Bridgette, 'so what, IF I am seducing you,' do you have objections to being a kept woman?" She flicks her tongue on her soaking fingers and peers at me.
"You'll want for nothing," She leans back, using a more serious tone.
"4 hours ago, I approached you in a coffee shop; sobbing, scared, seeking a hostel, and a soup kitchen to avoid sleeping on the street. I am offering you a luxurious dreamlike lifestyle." She tugs her nipple, putting a finger alongside, teases her clit, knowing the effect it is having on me.
"I suggest you contemplate my offer seriously. Bridgette, you won't be chained, you'll be able to walk away at any point you choose. Hopefully leaving me a note, or a text, just to tell me when you want out; so, I'll know to move on." In a pouty, disappointed voice continues.
"If you don't want to share in my wealth and participate in sensational sex, with men, and, or, women, so be it." She leans back, acting childish, closes her thighs; picks up the roach and relights it.
"I already enjoy several sexual trysts, I admit I'm drawn to you, sex with you would be a bonus of course, you are extremely sexy. It' actually companionship, some stimulating intellectual conversation I desire. If you decline, so be it; I assure you, I'll soon find someone wanting what I offer."
She turns sideways on the seat.
"You can stay until payday, but I won't involve you in any more of my sexual escapades."
Rachel straightens up, her body language clearly indicates, this discussion is ended.
{I'm extremely horny, wanting relief. I do want to experience what she's offering, then why am I reluctant?}
"Rachel, yes, something has awakened. Yes, I want more."
Rachel moves across, sits beside me, places her hand on my knee.
"Then why not explore my lifestyle, you're not in Kansas anymore, give the big city life a try." She reaches in her clutch, passes me her 'Amex Black Card' for me to inspect.
"The American Express Centurion Card; not available to the general public, it comes with elite VIP perks, wanna give it a try?"
I take the roach, take my first ever drag, coughing, sputtering, I didn't expect that, it was nothing like I had planned in my head. Gasping, coughing, I blow a huge smoke ball in her face and embarrassed, chuckle as best I can.
"Ok, fuck it, Rachel; I did come to the city to start a new life, I could have died this morning. I never expected anything like this, you're alluring; everything seems so enticing. So far, it's been gratifying; yes, I'll gamble on this venture YES, Rachel, I'm yours."
She chuckles passes me the roach; does some texting, then pushes the intercom button.
"Bank please, Reginald."
She gives my cheek a kiss.
"I'll transfer $2000 into a new account. You must sign for your personal account card." As we pull up to the bank.
"An account for your personal use; lunches, coffee, take a sexy co-worker or client for drinks or to a hotel for a nooner. I'll deposit $800 a month, if you require more, simply ask."
The door opens, I look up at Reginald, I giggle, as the smoke cloud escapes, obscuring my vision; I think of Cheech & Chong, when the police officer arrives to their car.
We are greeted by the bank manager; I sign the necessary papers. My mind is reeling; not just the weed, but a sexy rich woman wanting to spoil me, a high-end apartment, my own expense account, the promise of spontaneous salacious sex. We return to the limo, as we cruise on route to clothes shopping, she hands me her phone.
"Max is my 'Personal Shopper', make a list, toiletries, groceries, whatever you need or want to get settled in; before embarking on your new career, miss big city lawyer."
List completed she texts it to Max.
We shop 3 high end stores, a couple hours, I buy several outfits, dresses, suits, shoes, some lingerie, likely 3 to 4 grand, maybe more, I didn't keep track; all to be delivered.
Back at the apartment, I put away my toiletries, etc. that Max delivered while we were shopping. Rachel orders Thai takeout, we relax on the sofa, having Thai with a bottle of wine. Rachel and I share stories. It was special, I found myself yawning a few times, my eyes get droopy, Rachel escorts me to my bed, we hug.
"Hope you're relaxed and comfortable; have a wonderful sleep." She gives me a gentle, intimate kiss on the lips.
I undress crawl under the covers and crash, out like a light, rather quickly.
4
It was late morning when I awoke. I donned a red satin robe; Rachel was laying nude on the sofa her head propped up on a pillow against the arm, her laptop on her belly, I am aroused at the sight; I giggle.
"How can you see the screen, with those beautiful boobs in the way?"
"Morning; you sound frisky, trust you slept well."
"Oh, my yes." I yawn and stretch,
"I don't think I moved for 10 hours." I lean over and kiss the top of her forehead.
"Geezuz, you look fantastic." I cup her boob, my thumb rubs across her nipple.
"Hey," She pulls my arm, so I land beside her on the sofa.
"I want a proper good morning kiss, more intimate than that, please lay with me." She puts her computer on the floor, we cuddle and make out passionately for several minutes.
"You wanna go to the coffee shop for your favorite cheese bagel, or Marcel's for a sit-down brunch?"
"Mmmm, I'd be happy to eat right here." I lock lips and tenderly cup her vulva; my middle finger divides her labia lips, easily slipping in.
"Mmm hmmm, easy eager beaver. You need to learn, I'm all about quality, not quantity; don't just 'go for it', I love teasing, I require a lot of foreplay, quickies are a waste of time; anything worth doing is worth doing well. I'm worth doing well, so are you."
She tenderly rubs my cheek. I'll call for the car, let's get dressed. You're going commando right." She texts for the limo.
I choose a brightly colored flowery, simple spaghetti strap cotton dress. Rachel dons an exquisite deep purple lounging gown, plunging neckline, with a side slit that exposes her entire shapely leg and most of her hip.
We embrace, a French kiss in the elevator heading down for the car.
The chauffeur is holding the rear door open.
"Reginald, it's lunchtime, take us to Marcel's please."
She again takes the front seat; her exposed leg is so sexy; I settle into the back.
"What's on the agenda today, Rachel?"
She fires up a joint, leans to me, as I reach over; damn, I feel an instant sexual urge, a twinge, as I catch a glimpse of her areole when she stretches to pass it to me.
"Well, I didn't plan anything for today, we're invited downstairs to Molly and Bear's tonight. A sex party, an orgy, if you will. A group of us get together once a month for the pure enjoyment of uninhibited, promiscuous, salacious sex. If you're not ready for that I'm ok not going."
"Wow, ya I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but hey, don't stay on my behalf, you go. If I wasn't here, you'd be going."
"Well let's see what happens today; I thought we would let it unfold casually, is there anything you'd like to do?"
