My beautiful wife, Genevieve, asked me one day if a friend of hers could come stay with us for a week while she looked for a job. "Sure", I said, "Who is she?" "Her name is Sapphire, and we were good friends when I was living in California. She is in the movie business - no not an actress, but working on the production side"
Genevieve went on to explain that competition in Hollywood was fierce, and Sapphire's career had progressed about as far as possible in the California market. Money was pouring into the Atlanta market. Several production companies had been established producing all sorts of TV shows, specialized products and even several major motion pictures.
It was on a Sunday I met Sapphire: Gen and I were at the airport terminal. I saw this woman before she recognized Genevieve, not because I know what she looked like, but rather she was someone that would have caught my attention under any circumstances. She could have been my wife's twin - about 5'5'' tall, trim and well dressed. Two things made me think they were related. The way that Sapphire walked across the terminal had a confidence that emanated a sensual nature. And her eyes - a twinkle? A light? Something about the way her eyes glowed revealed a wise old soul that perceived reality from a different plane of existence. Just like Genevieve's eyes, and one of the many reasons I fell in love with her.
Next to me, my wife yelled out "Sapphie!!", and soon this beautiful woman was waving and rushing into Genevieve's arms. Like long lost friends, they picked up as if they had seen each other yesterday. I just followed in the background, carrying the luggage and enjoying the show. Sapphire had lined up several interviews for upcoming productions, and her first few days where a whirlwind of appointments as she met with several of the local outfits.
On Wednesday, after a second interview with a particularly promising opportunity, Sapphire was offered a position. Her new job would mean a promotion in responsibilities and more money. Like so many who freshly arrive in Atlanta, Sapphire had found near instant success. She immediately accepted the job, and the girls decided to go out and celebrate. They invited me along, but instead, I took the opportunity to finish the project I was working on.
I retreated to my office as the women got ready. All I heard from Genevieve was "See you later." as they departed. Around 8:00 PM, I got a call from my wife. From the background noise I could tell they were in a crowded restaurant or bar. Genevieve explained that Sapphire and she had celebrated a bit too much, and asked if I would come pick them up. I said "sure, no problem" since I had just finished work for the day.
As I pulled up to one of the finer restaurants in town, I saw the two girls sitting on the patio, and my jaw dropped. Sitting there were two of the sexiest women I had ever seen. Genevieve was wearing one of my favorite outfits. A short sun dress we usually reserved for date night. The dress, or lack of dress, showed off her smooth legs all the way up her toned thighs. The top was low cut and showed lots of cleavage. That is not what made my jaw drop - it was what Sapphire was wearing. Her dress was made from a shimmering, almost see through bronze colored fabric that clung to every curve. It barely covered her chest, and what was covered left little to the imagination. The back was open all the way down to just above the crack of her ass - you could see the two dimples on either side of the base of her spine. It didn't cover much of her legs, either - I did a double take when I though I caught a glimpse of her bald snatch. Her pussy had to be bald, otherwise I would have seen her bush under the fabric, it clung so tightly to every inch of her skin. The two were chatting animatedly with a couple of guys, and I couldn't blame then one bit: this pair of women were just oozing sexuality. I approached and observed for a moment, then cleared my throat. My wife turned and said "Here's our ride." The man talking to Sapphire immediately looked crestfallen, and my sympathy went out to him, as he hurriedly exchanged numbers with her. Little did I know what was in store for the remainder of the evening as I walked into the establishment to retrieve these two ravishing beauties.
We left with my arms around the two. Actually, I think they were just holding on to me so they wouldn't stagger. Both, obviously, had quite a bit to drink. I was a bit concerned on the way home as the women were uncharacteristically quiet. Genevieve seemed to be frowning a bit while Sapphire had a slight smirk.
While walking into the house, I attempted some small talk, and asked "Did you two have a good time?" Genevieve responded by snapping "Sapphie was a bad girl." I looked over to see Saphire's smirk replaced with her eyebrows raised and "Who me?" look on her face.
Genevieve continued, "That dress she has on is scandalous; she's not even wearing a bra." Rather than admitting the obvious, I tried to rationalize "but you were celebrating, it's OK to get dressed up." Not to be interrupted, Gen went on "It's not that there was just no bra, she was showing off her tits to the waiter during dinner"
To demonstrate, Genevieve snaked her had up the nape of Sapphire's neck and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Jerking back her head, she pushed Sapphie's chest out to highlight her breasts even more than what the dress already revealed. Gen then roughly bent her forward so the fabric fell away, giving a clear view all the way to her navel. That's not what I was suddenly staring at, though; it was her two perfect, fully erect nipples slightly swaying from Genevieve's action.
"On top of that" as Genevieve jerked Sapphire back to a standing position "she is not wearing any underwear." Just to prove her point, she lifted the silky fabric up to confirm what I had suspected earlier - Sapphire's snatch was, in fact, completely clean shaven.
I started to sputter - what other response would be appropriate? Genevieve stated, "This slut needs to be punished." as she pulled out a chair from the dining table and said "Eric, you need to give her the spanking she deserves." It was not a request, it was a command. So I sat down while Genevieve pushed the barely clad Sapphire across my knees. "Now spank her until she has learned her lesson." I needed no further encouragement.
No stranger to corporal punishment, I began with light swats to get my, ahem, "victim" warmed up. Genevieve was having none of that as she continued in command "harder, this bitch can take it." After a few more whacks, Genevieve observed, "Oh shit, she's getting turned on and leaking out of her twat. Let me see if I can plug her up." With that Gen pushed a finger into Sapphie's pussy. Now, Genevieve has told me that she has never been interested in other women, but I thought that since this is a disciplinary procedure, maybe it doesn't count. Gen blurted out "It's not working" and stuck another finger in. Far be it for me to point out, if one finger doesn't stop the flow, two were unlikely to succeed. Before I could get a chance to speak, Gen added a third then a fourth finger, and said "hit her harder, she's still leaking."
