Tamara on ecstasy
"Oh my GOD! Ms. Madison!" Myra said while swinging open the door. She pulled their new employee into the kitchen by the hand and lifted it as high as she could to invite a pirouette, "You look so," Myra struggled to find the right word, "Elegant!" she gushed, "WOW!"
Madi unbuttoned her tailored greyish green business suit, revealing a thick string of pearls and a delicate silk charcoal blouse. Her platinum curls had been straightened, and dusty blond roots were just starting to peak through. She raised her arms and turned in a full circle, causing her shoulder-length hair, and flared skirt to spread out lazily. She briefly lost her balance on her short sharp-toed heels but caught herself quickly. "I feel like I'm in a middle-school play, but Tammy bought this get-up. She says I look al-ight."
"Alright?" Tamara fired back from the livingroom, "You look AMAZING!"
Madi looked at Tamara, then immediately looked at Myra for an explanation.
Myra's face blushed into a deep crimson, and her ears became almost scarlet. Rather than offer any reasons for Tamara's outfit, she could only shrink away from the unspoken questions.
Madi turned back to enjoy the show.
Tamara strode into the kitchen wearing tall black heels, thigh-high black fishnets, and a truly obscene shelf bra, black with white lace. Her French maid outfit was completed with a cute little black and white cap accentuating her brilliant head of red hair, a white lace apron that highlighted, rather than obscured, her black panties, and a duster that was very obviously better suited for tickling than cleaning furniture.
Still blushing, Myra positioned herself between the two women and looked up at Madi while offering a large fabric bag, "Thank you so SO much for dropping by to get this, and for continuing to watch The Club. I've included. . ."
Madi had, due to Felix's programming, recently become very good at reading rooms. She heard every bit of Myra's panicked brush off, but she also saw the massage table peeking out from behind the entryway of the living room. She smelled the saffron tea that these two health nuts would use as an aphrodisiac. Her new spidey senses told her that Tamara's slutty bottom look and Myra's neon blush didn't add up to two carpet munchers wanting alone time.
". . . It'll only be for another day. Maybe two. . ."
Madi continued looking over Myra's head, directly into Tamara's eyes, "Felix turned her into your bitch," Madi interrupted in calm observation.
"God, Madison! NO!" Myra angrily spat back, "Well. . .," she added in a somewhat less aggressive tone, "He sort of. . ," she dropped the bag, noticeably slumped, and dropped her head into her hands, "FUUUCK!" she exclaimed.
Madi ignored the cute little dwarf between her and the strumpet. She spun her finger in the air, motioning 'Big Tittied Tammy' to give up a pirouette of her own. When Tamara spun, she added just enough bounce to create a flurry of glorious red hair that almost, but not quite, distracted from the subtle wiggle of breasts and the seductive tightening of glutes.
Myra saw no more reason to obscure the truth, either from Madi or herself, "Felix reminded Tamara that the three of us REALLY love each other," Myra had an exhausted look on her face when she looked up at Madi again, "And then she had an orgasm," Myra shyly admitted.
"DAMN, GIRL!" Madi smiled down at Myra with bright green eyes filled with smug envy, "You be GITTIN' some this weekend!"
As if on cue, Tamara leaned into Myra from behind, giving a deep cherishing hug meant to communicate, to one of the two moral, spiritual, and erotic centers of her universe, the limitless affection and adoration she felt for her. "Oh My GOD! Felix and Myra are both so incredible!" Tears welled up in her eyes, "They both really REALLY love me for who I am!"
Myra cringed and closed her eyes.
"We tried a whole bunch of yummy sex positions this morning," Tamara continued in a bubbly sing-song voice, "And my sweet little destiny," she shot an excited look at Madi, "Did you know that 'Myra' is Greek for 'Fate'?!?" She looked back at Myra, "My destiny absolutely LOVED the 'All Hands Meeting' position! I had her get on her knees. . ."
"Tamara!" Myra interrupted, "Since you love me, could you do me a little favor and just wait in the bedroom? Now? Because of love?"
Tamara spun Myra around, imposed a frustratingly adoration infused kiss, then held her at arm's length, "Anything, Sweety!" She turned briskly and sauntered out of the room, pausing to offer a sultry wink before turning toward the stairs.
"Holy Hell!" Myra suddenly declared as she spun back toward Madi, "Orgasms and massages and erotic showers and fancy food and bubbling joy and endless loving attention." She looked up at Madi with deep brown eyes pleading with exasperation. "It's only been an hour of this and I already wanna rip my fingernails out!" Failing to find a solution in Ms Madison's face she hurried to provide more details, "I can't take her to The Club like this, the other clients will think she's loony." A thought seemed to cross her face and she looked down at the cloth bag waiting on the floor between their feet. She slowly reached for the bag, as though hoping she could get to it before Madi would think to do so. She grabbed the handles with a tight fist, returned to sharing studied gazes, and began to slowly move around the younger stronger taller woman standing between her and the door.
"Myra. . ." Madi gently inquired, "Where are you going?"
"The Club," she carefully explained while keeping her body between Madi and the bag, "We have guests there and I should be supervising them." She kept her body steady and calm even as her foot made a frustrated attempt to hurry into her shoe.
"From my heart, girl, I truly appreciate the trust you all have placed in me," Madi explained with an open concerned expression, "And I'm not the ex-con I was a month ago," her voice took on a pleading tone, "But if you leave me with that twatted porn star I'm not gonna be good for very long."
"It'll be fine! She's crazy in love with me, not you." Myra seemed to be trying to reassure both Madi and herself as she struggled into her other shoe, and awkwardly reached for the door, "Besides, you've both seen each other's kitties, right?" She opened the door, suddenly, and offered a quick "THANK YOU" before slamming it behind her with an obvious effort at finality.
"She left?" Tamara said, sadly.
Turning to see the walking sex-addiction pouting in the livingroom, Madi struggled for a response.
"Semi-colon dot frowny face!" Tamara said while making a complicated hand gesture that looked, Madi thought, too eerily like an emoticon.
"Myra is very sure," Madi began thoughtfully, "That, because you LOVE her, you'll stay right here where she'd LOVE you to stay," Madi noted the apparent effectiveness of the magic four-letter word, "AND," she added in a voice she'd rather be using on a puppy being house trained, "Because Myra loves YOU, she asked me to keep you safe."
Tamara squeezed her brows into a puzzled thoughtful look toward Madi's new blouse. After a moment of uncertain silence from both women Tamara spoke first, "Yay!" she squealed as she pulled Madi out of the kitchen, into the living room and then raced to pull the curtains closed. Shortly, it became clear to Madi that Tamara had no concern over privacy. Far from it; she was creating the backdrop of her theatrics. Tamara pulled the footrest in front of the burgundy drapes and quickly discarded all her clothing, save the bra and the spiked heels. On her knees, she climbed on top of the ottoman, carefully fluffed her hair, put her hands flat on her knees, and dramatically pushed out her generous breasts, "Big Tittied Tammeeeeeee," she happily declared, as though there might be any possibility that the infatuated woman standing in front of her might not recognize the likeness.
"Fuck me!" Madi sighed out loud. Then she regretted saying it for fear it might be taken as a request. Then a less noble side of her brain hoped it might be taken as an instruction. She'd seen much weirder things in prison, so she decided to just go with it, "Damn, T! You're a fuckin' hoot when Felix juices you! Cross one foot over the other and push your pussy and your tits out a bit more." She reached for her phone, lined up the shot and moved a few feet closer. Her next instruction, "Look up and to the left," brought the image on her phone into subconscious alignment with the drawing she'd given the tattoo artist, and into surreal alignment with all her current fantasies. She felt her pussy get wet, but was frustrated by Tammy's expression being all wrong, "Imagine you're going to have Felix's cock in your mouth, but you don't have it just yet."
Suddenly, Tamara's smile became a bit more seductive; Her eyes became a bit needier; Her elevated tits reached a bit higher, offering just a bit more invitation.
Madi stood straight up in order to look down at the one singularly perfect picture of 'Big Tittied Tammy' that was now on her phone. She held it reverently until Tamara snatched the device and smiled broadly at its screen, "Christ, I love those two" Tamara gushed, "I hope they both love this!" She quickly texted the image to her own phone and both of the cherished, adored and revered loves of her life. Wordlessly, Tamara dropped the phone on the ottoman, unbuttoned Madi's blouse and used a French kiss to distract enough to slyly unfasten the bra that had been confining both women's most beloved artwork. In one clever motion Tamara triumphantly caused jacket, blouse and bra to fall and pool on the floor. Tamara hungrily wrapped her mouth around the moaning woman's areola. Her goal was straightforwardly to enlarge her right nipple, but the resulting groans were a delightful bonus. She ran her wet tongue over the entire tattoo then leaned back to enjoy the arousal enhanced image.
Big Tittied Tammy was glistening and ready for her photoshoot.
Tamara looked again at her own photo to memorize the framing and cropping. She carefully lined up the picture but decided to take a series of rapid shots rather than waiting for Madi to control her ragged breathing. As Tamara quickly scanned the images to find the best of them, Big Tittied Tammy seemed to be humping the palm of her hand. She squealed in euphoric surprise then ran behind Madi. She reached under the woman's naked arms so she could hold the phone in front of them both. With her bra and nipples pushed tightly against Madi's back, she massaged her finger over the screen with the same sort of repetitive motion she used to masturbate. The stop motion pornography came to life in front of Madi's wide green eyes and she reached for her phone with a deeply aroused sigh.
