Chapter 14, In which Cammy comes out
Cammy found me primping in my tiny bedroom. "Hey, Lily, are you almost ready to go?"
"Just about," I replied, checking my hair a final time in the mirror to make sure every platinum blonde strand was in its expected place. It was a process I could perform in my sleep, and thankfully about the only one I needed to worry about; the remainder of my makeup was permanent.
I appreciated the convenience. I knew I was the low girl on the totem pole, just the Richwell house slut, but I couldn't escape the feeling the entire place would implode if I wasn't on hand to keep things moving along. When the job required long hours and high-maintenance uniforms, anything that saved time was a winner in my book.
"What are you going to wear?" Cammy asked, twirling a finger in one dark pigtail and aimlessly twisting a foot back and forth.
She was the new intern Linnea Richwell had hired, and I hadn't made up my mind if she was going to make my life easier or harder. Cammy seemed to be the latest in a series of ditzy eye-candy staffers that Linnea was prone to hiring.
I'd mumbled about it, ever so indirectly, to my boss, Irene, the only person in the place who seemed to have a shred of business sense. She'd smiled, told me not to worry myself over the business end of things, and reminded me that if Linnea wanted to hire every centerfold model in the city, it was her prerogative.
Cammy wasn't a model, that I knew of, but she was undeniably attractive. All of us were, the same way we were all lesbian or at least bisexual. Although Cammy had admitted she hadn't been with a girl until she'd started her internship! All of us sported the same look -- heavy mascara and eyeliner, glossy lips, and bared pussies -- that drove me, at least, wild with desire.
Speaking of which... "Come over here, Cammy." I watched her sway across the room on her deliciously high heels, the hem of her short plaid skirt almost high enough for me to see her bared cunny. A single button struggled to hold her sheer black blouse closed over her midriff. "Are you wearing that tonight?"
She giggled. "Do I look like somebody who wants to get raped or arrested?"
I suppressed a quelling look. Her outfit wasn't particularly unusual; it didn't show anything more than my uniform did, although just at the moment I was still naked after having gotten out of the shower.
We hadn't even left, and already Cammy was getting on my nerves. The evening ahead was starting to look worse and worse to me, but people didn't say "no" to Linnea. At least I didn't, unless I wanted to wet myself uncontrollably. I couldn't understand how she thought any of this was a good idea.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd been outside the Richwell residence, but Linnea had tasked me with tracking down this mysterious man who'd been sniffing around asking questions about her that morning. I didn't know anything about him except his name -- Xavier -- but she seemed confident I'd be able to do it.
Assuming for the sake of argument I was successful, my assignment didn't end there -- I had to get one or more of his hairs, preferably without him noticing, and then return them to Linnea. He was a hefty guy, probably twice my weight, and there was no question who would come out on the losing end if we got into a tussle. Linnea's response to that consideration had been to stick me with Cammy for backup.
Listening to my "backup" worry about getting raped while tugging on her pigtails wasn't helping my confidence. It wasn't the raping part -- I had a sincere appreciation for the male anatomy and not much chance to indulge it. It was the disappointing Linnea part; my bladder was twitching just thinking about it.
Without any preamble, Cammy abruptly announced, "Linnea's really upset with you!"
I lost it completely and a heavy stream of urine jetted from my urethra. It traveled only a short distance before encountering the delicate bell hanging from my clit ring and then spraying all over my legs and the floor. I'd have to get the puddles cleaned up before they damaged the hardwood flooring, but first I needed to apologize to Linnea about whatever I'd done!
"Hey, cool down," Cammy told me, blocking my path to the door. "I was just kidding, okay?"
My heart settled back into something approaching a normal rhythm. "Jesus, Cammy! Why did you do that?" I glared at her, my annoyance at having to spend time cleaning up overcoming any embarrassment.
"I could see you were nervous," she said, giggling again. "You wouldn't want to be fighting it all night, right?' Her eyes dropped. "Besides, it was so cool; your bell tinkles when you tinkle!"
It was hard to stay upset at somebody who was so irrepressibly upbeat. That still left the floor, but I realized the solution to that problem was staring me right in the face, so to speak. "Just clean up the floor and don't do it again."
She snagged my damp towel off the foot of the bed, dumped it on the floor, and then pushed it around in vaguely mop-like fashion. I would have used my tongue, but that was Cammy -- unconventional and resourceful. She'd been clever enough to help me snag a hair from Xavier's companion, too. Maybe she'd be more help than trouble, after all.
"Now my legs -- and no towel," I told her.
Cammy grinned and knelt, obviously aware of where I was headed, and all too willing to oblige. I was forbidden to masturbate, but I needed to get cleaned up and technically it wasn't self-administered. Part of my conscience thought that maybe Linnea wouldn't see it that way, but she had Miriam licking her all the time, and my bladder was empty anyway.
By the time my legs passed muster, they were trembling. Cammy was admirably methodical, and by the time her kitten tongue finally reached my dripping pussy, I was leaning against her in order to maintain my balance.
Her questing fingers found the string trailing from my ass. "What about this?" Cammy asked, tugging gently in case I didn't understand.
Irene had pushed the anal beads into me that morning, and then forgotten about them.
I
hadn't, but I knew there was no way I'd get the entire string out without cumming. "I think you'd better take them out," I said breathlessly.
The intern smirked, and began pulling -- slowly. She blew gently on my bell, making it chime, and then turned her attention to my throbbing clit as the first bead emerged.
I gasped convulsively as Cammy's tongue pushed at my clit and the two rings that trapped it, sending jolts of arousal through my body. My labia glistened with desire, and I couldn't hold off an orgasm when the next bead popped free. If she was as new to this as she claimed, I shuddered to think how good Cammy would be after some additional practice.
"Get on the bed," I panted after I could think straight again. I loved everything the brunette was doing, but I wanted more and I was desperate for the taste of her pussy.
She quickly looked up at me, understood what I wanted, and then scrambled into position.
I climbed on top of her and flipped up the plaid skirt so I could admire her bared mound. It looked almost as inviting as Linnea's, and a moment later I discovered it tasted just as good, too.
Cammy made broad strokes of her tongue down the length of my pussy, now that my bell was hanging out of the way, and started jiggling the string of beads.
There was no way I was going to let a beginner show me up, even if I wasn't at least as aroused by the giving as by the receiving. One thing I knew my way around was a pussy -- why, I'd been servicing Linnea even before Miriam! -- and I was delighted to demonstrate the extent of my knowledge.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" I heard Cammy gasp before she retaliated by yanking the remainder of the beads free in one inexorable pull. My bell was clinking almost continually, tossed up and down by the frantic jerking of our bodies. I thought for sure I was going to explode, and take her with me.
I wasn't sure if Cammy had cum once or twice, but we were both flushed and sated by the time we were breathing normally a few minutes later. "So, what
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