The new day was exceedingly moist. It was one of those intense steamy weeks in August with intermittent rain separated by hours upon hours of dense heat and humidity. The kind of weather that permanently wore down the insides of all air conditioners that kept the city by the river barely functioning under the intense dampness. A curtain of early morning fog hung like a wet, gray shroud over the canyons of high rise apartment buildings that housed the sleeping executives and office workers.
The after hours crowds had long dispersed into cabs, leaving only the hungry and drug addicted prostitutes to strut and prance down around the deserted, filthy avenues that would soon come alive with heavy traffic. The air was thick with the damp dust of despair for all those lingering about or leaving the clubs as the cabdriver pulled up to the young woman wearing a tight miniskirt. He instinctively thought she was a working girl, but after she entered the late model cab and gave an address in an exclusive neighborhood, he thought again about how attractive she was, as he spied her in his rear view mirror.
Darla Hammond wore her skimpy black mini with her racy fishnet stockings, which made her look very sexy but she smelled like a mix of cigarette smoke and sandalwood from her own fragrance. She had gone to the after hours club to lure a lusty looking woman, similar to the type she was scouting for an erotic thriller that was going to be cast in a few weeks. She had hoped to meet at least one woman who was interested in having a romp back at her place but changed her mind when all the women she was interested in were seriously involved with drugs. She had lost her last lover, Dominique, to cocaine and vowed never to get involved again with a drug- addicted person.
Darla was an attractive woman of 36 with a gorgeous figure, radiant dark brown hair and an easy- going manner, that many men couldn't resist when they hit on her. She always wore clothes that featured her well-toned legs. Darla had danced for a living and had migrated into the casting business after going back to school and studying filmmaking.
As she watched the sleeping city fly by as the cab headed home, Darla knew she only had a few hours to catch some sleep before she was due at a commercial casting session in the early afternoon. Luckily, it was the only appointment she had scheduled for the next day. It should be a piece of cake day, she thought while she noticed the sexy streetwalkers, through the steam vents in the street. Dominique had been one of those women. The seductive streetwalker kept her real feelings covered by a veneer of feminine determination and anxiety while she poured drugs into her system. Dominique's God- given, well sculpted figure and sharp mind made her very attractive to Darla who took her in and then fell in love with her, only to have her heart broken that icy winter morning when she found out that she had overdosed and died.
Upon entering her luxury apartment, Darla threw off her clothes and headed for the shower. The voluptuous woman soaped herself up quickly and lathered her ample breasts with the warm water which felt so good after such a busy day in the torrid heat and humidity. The lovely casting director kneaded her nipples into a taut wet state as she fingered her engorged clitoris. She instinctively recalled how Dominique had taken her so many lovely times on the bed and had fucked her with that strap on until wave upon wave of orgasmic ecstasy overtook her mind and she held her lover close. Many times she'd pull Dom close to her as they'd rub their tits together, their bodies becoming one. Darla missed her terribly and not just sexually; she also had been her best friend. Tears mingled with the spray of the shower as Darla's orgasm streamed through her body. Her body trembled in the shower as she experienced the euphoric recall of her lost lover's sensations. Darla left the shower for the bedroom where she continued to masturbate to the memories of her lost love, Dominique.
She awoke to the sounds of the city in full swing and knew she had to move quickly to get downtown to that new client's session. The fact that there would be many luscious women, auditioning for the few jobs available for a new swim suit commercial ad, would help assuage the lack of sleep she had put herself through for the day. Darla took one peak out the window and knew the weather hadn't changed.
She opted for another skimpy cotton mini and selected a matching sleeveless top from her abundant wardrobe. It was just too damn hot and sticky to wear a bra today, she thought to herself, but she threw one into her bag just in case. She added just the right amount of makeup and fragrance. In a few gulps she downed an instant cappuccino and a piece of toast, and headed off to the steamy streets to find a cab.
Darla wasn't a native of her current metropolitan home, but she had developed the skills to survive and knew how brash she had to be sometimes to get a cab in a hurry. As she left the cavernous apartment lobby she pulled out two quarters for the weekly industry newspaper which she needed to read later. She headed to the newsstand and threw down the two bits and reached down for the multi-colored newspaper.
"Whoa!" The sound came from the old newspaper vendor as she paused for an instant.
"Wouldja look at that!" He said looking down into his wooden tray that held the coins.
"Both of your quarters are stand-in' up on their narrow ends, like wheels on a train! I don't think that ever happen'd here b'fore. Gonna be a big day for you babe!" The old geezer said to the young woman.
"Gee I hope so, I could use a break from this heat already," Darla said, mistaking what he'd said about the coins for a remark about the weather. She headed off to find a cab, obviously not impressed by the numismatic importance of the coins' position in his dirty tray.
A man exited a cab a few feet away from the door and Darla ran for it, and stepped right in front of another middle aged woman holding a large black bag. The woman was surprised but only sneered and just stood there as Darla opened the door.
"Hey, are you heading downtown?" Darla asked the woman, shocking her further, looking directly into her well made up eyes. "Do you want to share this cab with me?" Darla offered the woman, while she noticed her exceptionally attractive appearance.
"That would be very kind of you!" The woman said, and she walked over and began to enter the cab as Darla held it open the door. As the middle-aged woman got in the cab, Darla caught the scent of her seductive fragrance.
Suddenly, a loud sound something like the hissing sound of a high pressure steam pipe mixed with a high whine infiltrated Darla's consciousness. She wobbled a bit with dizziness and put her hand up to her head to check if the sound was coming from outside her head. It wasn't. Darla got her balance back and entered the cab, without letting on that she was in some discomfort. The ringing subsided a bit but was still there in the back of her head. The taxi pulled away and headed downtown.
A short man of medium build, with dark hair and thick eyebrows, dressed in a grey baggy suit, a garment from the late 1950's and smoking a cigarette, walked out from behind the newsstand and said, "Witness one Darla Hammond, an attractive young casting agent, a woman who has been emotionally hurt earlier in life. Darla thinks she's just taken a cab ride down town to work, but instead has just taken a two coin toss into another journey, a journey of lust, intrigue and hot sex into the... Twilight Zone." Then he just disappeared into thin air.
"I'm going to West 12th Street and 7th Avenue," The older woman told the driver promptly.
"We'll both get out there," Darla injected to the driver, who nodded to both of them in his mirror.
"I'm Adreana, and thanks for offering to share, it's so hard to get a cab at this hour."
"Hi, I'm Darla Hammond, sorry I kinda got in front of you there," as she sat back and looked at the woman next to her. Darla was instantly taken by the older, attractive woman and wanted to improve the perception Andreana must have of her as a pushy bitch. Darla hiked up her mini skirt a bit to show more of her luscious thigh, to see if there was any visible reaction in the sweet Italian woman's countenance.
Adreana was in her early forties, with lush, shoulder length auburn hair. The divorcee was in great shape from daily exercise and didn't look a day over 35. Her 38C chest size always caught men's glances but she didn't care about men any longer. After her attempted rape, a few years ago, when she pummeled the dumb fuck then hit him over the head and almost killed him, she found herself only attracted to younger, sexier women. She also loved wearing short skirts and her spike heels in the summer. The older woman had noticed Darla leaving the same building before and assumed they shared the same residence.
'I wonder if she screams when she comes?' thought Adreana, eyeing Darla's hot body.
"Huh..did you say something to me?" Darla was puzzled.
