'What a tender young thing. Wonder who she belongs to. Oh you silly cow, I'm still in the States, not the L.C. (Lesbian Confederacy) She'll be a free lady.' It was the first time I laid eyes on Amanda, sitting in the first class lounge at Kennedy all alone, sipping a Canada Dry, looking a bit lost.
She had thick light brown hair that came in a simple style to just below her chin. She had a pretty face and big chocolate brown eyes. She wore a plain pastel yellow high collar blouse and a pleated knee length sunshine yellow skirt. On her feet were tan, thick sole sandals. I wondered what her story was.
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Of course I knew it was a big change and I'll admit to being a bit frightened. America had moved far to the right. Not being a plain white bread straight had become just too hostile, almost dangerous. I lost my job when the boss's wife found out about me. I decided to emigrate.
Mom and Dad disowned me when I came out. My brother and sister were, and are, very supportive. My favorite aunt, Peggy, upgraded my ticket to first class, Uncle Arnold slipped me an envelope with two thousand in it when he dropped me off at departures.
Anyway, the stewardess, or air hostess, or whatever the correct name is now, seated this beautiful older woman beside me. I dared the occasional look at her.
Her platinum blond hair tumbled over the maroon shoulders of her high collar short sleeve mid calf length dress. Her shoes were burgundy pointed toe three inch spikes. Her smile was warm.
"Hello, I'm Rachelle, what's your name dear?"
I managed to stammer out "Amanda."
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When I learned Amanda was an accountant and was immigrating, it was like fate. My company's accountant was making noises about retiring next year. "Tell me, dear, if I'm not being too forward, have you a job lined up already?"
She had a few interviews booked, but no definite offers. I gave her my card. "I'm going to be looking for a new accountant soon. Here, let me write this on the back. Just give it to my receptionist and she'll make sure I know you're there." Her bashful smile when I handed her my car was so sexy. Yum!
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I had several interviews over the next few days, but the elegant lady's card kept calling from my purse. I couldn't resist, and I admit it, there was a little lust factor at work. I imagined she'd be a moaner when she came.
Her redhead receptionist had slightly too much makeup, and a wide leather collar. Her smile faded slightly when I said I was looking for a job, but when she turned the lady's card over and looked, she was all smiles again. "Have a seat, My Lady, Mistress is with a very important client, Lady Jennifer Parkwood, but will want to see you as soon as they're through."
Soon Rachelle came out and led me into her office. "Tell me dear, what did you think of my receptionist?' Odd first question.
"Well, very polite, friendly, pretty. Although, maybe not quite discreet. I noticed the client you were with didn't come out through the reception are, but the girl told me her name."
"Thanks. I just got her. She was a breed slave, but couldn't catch a sperm, so I bought her from the breeder. She'd make a good fuck toy bimbo, but that market is soft this time of year, so I'm training her to be a receptionist for now.
"Well, let's introduce you to the head of the accounting department, Vera. She'll interview you."
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I was glad Vera liked Amanda and recommended hiring her.
Having decided I wanted her for more than accounting I made a point of going over to her desk every afternoon on some pretense. She knew how to dress for work. Very sexy. Too yummy to resist.
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I got the job. Rachelle seemed to come by my desk every day to ask inconsequential questions. She always dressed so elegantly business formally. I fantasized running my fingers through her beautiful long blond hair as she ate me out. I finally decide to take the initiative.
On my feet I wore my red two inch heel mules. I stroked natural nylons up my legs, thinking of Rachelle stroking me. I wore my pink lace bra and pantie set. She'll be so smooth as she takes them off. A pleated grey wool skirt, just barely long enough to be appropriate office wear, and my pink long sleeve button down cashmere sweater looked irresistible, I hoped. Just the right amount of makeup to be sending my message.
"Oo, don't you look sexy. Hoping to get laid, Mistress?" Maybe our dumb as a drawer full of hammers receptionist wasn't completely clueless, but she sure wasn't discreet.
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I decided this was the day I'd bed sweet Amanda. Push up bra. Charcoal nylons, garters, no panties. My three inch open toe spikes, black. Covering everything, my dark blue sleeveless high collar knee length dress. The one with the little gold round marble sized buttons all the way down to my hips. Mm. Think of Amanda's sweet little fingers unbuttoning me. My powder blue elbow length sleeve bolero angora sweater to ward off the AC chill of the office, and give the impression the boss can be a bit cuddly. Little three cm gold hoop earrings and a short gold chain necklace over the collar of my dress. Not too sexy for the boss. Right?
"Hey, Mistress, is everyone getting fucked after work? Mistress Amanda is dressed all sexy too."
Interesting, but I really am going to have to do something about that bitch. Wonder if Vera would like it for a retirement present?
"Now ,dear, remember our talk about being discreet?"
"You mean about employees too, Mistress?"
I roll my eyes as I head into my office. Goddess preserve me.
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Vera was training a young slave basic book keeping in the outer office, so she was out of the way. After lunch I undid the top three buttons of my soft pink sweater.
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Before I went on my rounds of the office I undid the enough buttons on my dress to show a hint of cleavage, and arranged my necklace to draw attention.
Vera and the new one were in the outer office bending over a computer screen.
There was Amanda in the inner accounting office. I casually spread my dress's collar a bit and sauntered to Amanda's desk. I bent over and put my hands on her desk to give her a nice view.
"Everything going smoothly, Amanda?"
"Why, yes Rachelle. I'm now up to speed with your program. I'm glad you hired me. I love it here."
"Found place to live yet?"
"Yes, a little bedsit just off the bus route."
"Oh, where?"
"Longlook neighborhood, behind the Cedar Bush Mall."
"Why that's right on my way." I lied. "How about I give you a lift home, save you bus fare?"
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Here comes sexy boss lady. Right on schedule. I spread my sweater's front a bit. The way she leaned over my desk I knew we were thinking the same thing. I guess I'd better take the initiative. Than she offered me a ride home.
"Yes, please. That's so kind. I'd love a ride with you, I mean, a ride home. If it's not out of your way." Shut up Amanda!
"Good, come to my office when you're ready for a ride."
The way her eyes drifted down, then back up to my eyes. Oh yes!
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It was an effort keeping with the game until quitting time. When I held the car door for her, her skirt rode up very nicely. Pink lace, mm. "Got time for a drink on the way? I know a nice little club on Seaside. "
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Huh? There's a shiny steel ring in the middle of the passenger foot well.
"A glass of wine would be nice. Ah? There's a steel ring on the floor."
"Oh, that. You see some of our clients value privacy and discretion. I use my car to deliver their purchases."
The club was a very private one. A lady at the entrance , wearing a black pant suit and white silk blouse looked at Rachelle's membership card and summoned a pretty, young girl. Her tiny black dress pushed up and displayed her breasts. Her wide hard leather collar held her chin up.
"Welcome Mistresses. Tonight is 'Bikini Tuesday', for the rest of the month all rum drinks are half price if you bring your pet in a bikini."
The club was laid out in a semi circle. A small stage was centered across the room from the entrance. To either side of us were four banquets. Down two steps either side of the aisle were three, and down two more were two on each side.
"Rachelle! Come join us darling!"
The lady in the far right banquet was waving. She had short curly white blond hair and wore a purple sleeveless dress, but my eyes were drawn to her companion. Long, straight silver hair, not grey, shiny silver, dark chocolate skin, metalflake silver lips, nails and eye shadow. Slim, her ludicrously large breasts were corralled in the webbing of her yellow satin bikini top. Her matching yellow satin collar had a yellow satin leash that snaked over her shoulder and flowed to her owner's lap.
"Move over, dear." They both shuffled around to make room for us. Rachelle motioned me in beside the lady.
"Gloria, this is Amanda. She just immigrated from America. She's my new accountant."
"Hello, darling. So nice to meet you. Welcome to the LC." No attempt to introduce her companion. The young hostess took our drink orders.
Just as our wine arrived, a lady took to the stage.
"Ladies and whores!" Chuckles from the audience. "Tonight our first act, her first time here, please welcome Jean Audrey and her trick pony, Ned!"
It was the wildest thing I've ever seen. Jean Audrey wore a sexy cowgirl outfit. Small fringed suede vest, no blouse. A very short leather skirt with a fringe, and cowboy boots.
Ned though! Very obviously a man. A horse head mask over his head, complete with six foot long reins. His hands and feet were in hoof mitts and boots. His elaborate harness had straps from the horse collar to his wrists, holding them at belly level. A long horse tail hung down from his belt. In front though, he had a very impressive black circumcised cock. Jean, steering Ned from behind with the reins over his shoulders stopped him facing the audience, then wrapped her arms around his waist. He was a hairy brute. She fondled his hairy balls and showed us how a white man could have a big black cock. It was the sheath of a chastity device. She fondled his balls, then squeezed until Ned whinnied in pain. She stroked the big cock sheath. She got to her knees and began licking and kissing the black beauty. Ned of course couldn't feel a thing. Could he see with his horse head on?
She stood and pulled up her skirt to reveal a trimmed pussy. "Down Ned."
