Eve had arrived in Dallas, but had no luck thus far. Most would have given up already, but the search for Melody was imperative for her. She'd actually met a few other lesbians, but they were just another part of her search. One lead her to a housewife who she slept with. Oh, the fun they had... it was like no other for her partner, but Eve only had one thing on her mind.
"Is there something wrong, dear?" the housewife asked.
"Well, I'm looking for someone, someone special." Eve gave a description of Melody, filled with the same loving, flowing detail she always did...
"Oh... was her name Melody?" Eve perked up and said it was.
"I hired her for some sex a little while ago. She's at the mansion where all the lesbian streetwalkers hang out."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, my dear." Eve ran for the door immediately.
"Miss... miss... don't you want your clothes?"
In the meantime, Melody had taken the offer and become an exclusively lesbian prostitute. Obviously, she much preferred it to her previous position. The wealthy widow who was her employer owned a large, luxurious mansion on the outskirts of town. She and Carrie were becoming close, and Melody could say she was a fine acquaintance of hers.
Melody was coming home from one of her clients. She had said she was only looking for companionship, but that didn't last long. She was one of the most ravenous ladies she had ever been with- in a good way. Her sex attitude got more wild to compete.
From the sounds in the bedroom, it seemed like Carrie and her mistress were having a "competition" of their own.
"Oh, yes, there, there!" she heard the older woman say.
"Mmm... cum for me." Carrie responded.
