Thanks for Donating, Part Two

Read the first part here: Thanks for Donating, Part One


On Friday afternoon, while the rest of the office was counting down the hours until a fun-filled weekend, I was counting down the hours until Beth was the boss of me.  I still didn’t quite get by what she meant by “silly girl stuff” and I knew that her vagueness was part of her own little way of being superior to me.  I was finishing up one last project before the weekend, and reading the last bits of email sent my way.  I always did my best to read the company newsletter, although this week, I was hoping for a bit of a mention:


Subject: Company Newsletter

Body: “...Finally, we would like to recognize Ashlyn Martinez for her remarkable effort for the local food bank.  She successfully raised over $5000, all from independent and small donors, and the charity could not be more grateful.  We would also like to recognize newcomer to the company Elizabeth Haustaff, who also raised an impressive $2300 with efforts earlier in the month.  Both of these ladies know the meaning of hard work and dedication, and we commend
both their achievements.”

I stopped reading after that paragraph.  That was it.  That was what I had sacrificed my weekend and possibly dignity for?  A tiny little mention in a corporate email.  I was seething a bit, when I saw Elizabeth saunter over to my desk.  The office was starting to empty out for the weekend, and I knew she had a vested interest in checking up on me.

“So, I guess the weekend just about starts now, huh winner?”

Sushi Plate

There are few pieces of advice that can actually stand the test of time.  Advice concerning the benefits of sunscreen may be the best one, but my advice about fine dining and sushi restaurants has to come in a close second: Bring a calculator, and use it before you order.

Birdie's Contract, Part Two

Read Part One of Birdie's Contract here

It was three days later on a Tuesday that I came back from work and found Vince and Tatiana at the kitchen table, with a few papers between them.  If I didn’t know them better, I would have guessed they were an old married couple, looking over their finances.  I stopped dead in my tracks, and was a bit surprised.

“Tatiana,” I said.   “What brings you around here?”

“Oh, honey, you don’t really need to be here for this, it’s all preliminary stuff,”  Vince explained as Tatiana giggled a bit.  “We’re just coming to some terms that we can all live with when it comes to what you’ll do at Tatiana’s house.”

Birdie's Contract, Part One

My phone chimed, like it does a hundred times a day, and I checked the text message. I absolutely hate voicemail, and I’ve trained my circle that the best way to get a hold of me is through instant message.  I was relieved when I read it that it wasn’t yet another request from one of my managers, but a very nice request from my mistress:

Birdie, your contract is up tonight, when you come home, be ready for some fun.

Patience

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Believe it or not, my line of work is not all fun and games.  When people ask what I do, and I respond model, I do get a share of giggles, as if that certainly couldn’t be my real job.  When I meet that with a stoic glare, and they press on, I reveal that I’m a nude model for art classes, and then everything seems to fall into place for them.  They have tons of questions, and I have a ton of answers, which I can rattle off usually before the questions are asked.  Yes, I don’t have a problem taking off my clothes for strangers, no, I’m not going to do it now.  Yes, the pay is ok, at least when the schools honor the contracts and pay me on time, no, I don’t have to deal with lecherous glares from horny old men all the time.  Most people are cool with what I do, and some are a bit judgmental, looking at me like a glorified stripper.

Just a Dollar, Part One

I came home at around eight at night from the late afternoon and early dinner rush at the restaurant, exhausted from being on my feet all day and smiling, which are two of the most exhausting things you’ll ever do.  While my job is fun most times, my boss isn’t too horrible and I get along with the other girls, I’m always thankful when I can get home and finally kick off my shoes.

As I slipped off my white sneakers, I saw that Alyssa was at the kitchen table, as usual, with the computer open and typing away.  Also, as usual, she was naked except for a pair of white cotton panties.  I was thankful she had at least had the decency, this time, to close the windows of our first floor apartment.  Of course, she had nothing to be ashamed about, but as her girlfriend, I liked asserting my right of being the only one allowed to see her naked.

Normal

I arrived at Demona’s house a bit nervous.  We had only briefly spoken on the phone, and shared countless messages online, and she had always been a kind ear to lay my guts out to.  Although I’m a proud atheist, and she’s a self-proclaimed psychic, we became fast friends, and filled the hole that Kate had left in my life.  Kate had been perfect for me and now she was gone from my life, and I just didn’t know what was left.

Over the Fence

I think every woman engaged in an extra-marital relationship says it started out innocent enough.  A random wink here, a flirtatious glance there, and before they knew it, they were in a hotel room at two in the morning three freeway exits away, thinking how they were going to get home in time for breakfast.  My own started a little less dignified, and did not afford me such claims of innocence corrupted.  I made several mistakes, pursued it, and landed right where I was supposed to be.

I had been chatting online for about a month, just browsing some recipe forum.  She first complimented me on my crème brûlée recipe, and thing escalated a bit from there.  She was the first to ask my age, if I was married, and for a picture, which I gave readily.  The shower of compliments flowed from there, she said she absolutely adored by brown curls, cutie pie face, and girl next-door charm, and soon our conversations were steered towards our mutual favorite topic--sex.  Before I knew it, I was giving her very explicit details about what went on in the bedroom with my husband of four years, even more details than probably he knows.  

Sauna Temptress

I ventured into the sauna straight from the showers, wearing just a towel, given to me compliments of the gym.  My hair was long and auburn, and fell in curls to below my shoulders, and I felt a little sigh of relief as I realized I was alone.  I really don’t have a problem with being around other women wearing nothing, or being topless, but I also had a fear of looking too hard.  I’ve found in my thirty years that my own sex drive is a bit high, and although society is a bit more accepting of lesbians these days, that tends to fall apart in the gym.  I’ve trained myself to look forward, concentrate heavily on what I was doing, and get out of the hanging areas as quickly as I could.

The Last Straw

When I arrived at the bar that Saturday night, I was feeling pretty good.  I just had a good day date with Brian, and I was on my way home, when I got a text message from Samantha, telling me to meet her.  I was expecting to go straight home and relax in the tub for the evening, but I shrugged off those plans and walked into the bar at about seven.

I was wearing a cute white skirt and a Yankees t-shirt that I had borrowed from Samantha’s closet.  I usually only buy feminine clothes, like skirts, cute tops, and things that are pink or frilly, so mixing in Samantha’s clothes make for some very cute outfits that are only slightly tomboyish.  She’s an out lesbian, and makes no efforts to look feminine, but we still share a body type, so I can easily slip into anything she wears.

Lights Out

I sat in my apartment just waiting for the minutes to tick by, hoping the power would come back soon.  The city was suffering from a long power outage, and I had hoped it would come back before dinner.   Dinner had come and gone, and I made myself a turkey sandwich, a diet coke, and some other things that require no power to make.  While the outage did give me a good excuse to eat the last of the ice cream, I was nervous as night fell and still no lights.  I was just about to turn in for the night, when I heard a knock at the door.

“Hi Molly,” the voice said.  “You have a minute?”

A Bad Thing

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was doing a bad thing.  Richard, the guy I met at the bar seemed quite nice, and put together.  We had gone out on several dates, and our first kiss, to me anyway, signified the start of something good.  Our first few nights together, which were always spent at my place, were much better.  Unfortunately for me, I didn’t notice his finger and the fact that he had a hair missing from the knuckle of his left hand.  For the uninitiated, this is the effect of constantly slipping your wedding ring on and off.  

So, when I appeared at the front door of his apartment one morning, after completing a run, in an unannounced visit, I did notice he was a little flustered, but I figured that was his general demeanor.  He invited me in, reassuring me that I had not caught him at a bad time, and he had all the time in the world.  

Forest Floor

Craig and I were walking for what seemed forever through the section of the forest when we came upon it.  It was something that I noticed right away, but Craig was just as ready to note, dismiss and move on.  A small hill, about twice the size of a king size bed, lay before us, covered with a very soft grass.  To me, it looked so out of place, and like the perfect place for a picnic.

“Craig,” I said, giving my aching feet a rest.  “Can we rest here on this mound?”  I dropped my bag and sat on the small plateau which rose about three feet from the rest of the forest floor.  It made for a very convenient bench, and the grass was quite soft beneath me.

Book Excerpt 3

Another short excerpt from my longer work for tonight, a new short story should be live for tomorrow.  I'm going to dinner with some friends tonight, so hopefully that won't impact my production schedule.

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Most of the cars we passed, luckily were lower than ours, so I was saved from being too exposed.  I did notice that Hayley drove precariously close to some big rigs, and if they had been looking, they would have seen my bare leg for certain.  Of course, it was dark, and so even if they had seen something, it was reasonable to assume it to be something else.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I scanned the surrounding area for signs of life.   Sure enough, there was a pretty clear path of darkness that lead to her staircase, which lead directly to her front door.  Additionally, the pool was almost deserted and so we had this patch of the commons area to ourselves, as long as the people in the pool didn’t look up too much.  

Hayley parked in her spot and bounded out of the car giddy with excitement.  I remember thinking that she looked like a little girl excited about her new puppy, and then quickly came to the realization that I was the puppy.  She came around to the passenger door and opened it up, a slight breeze of warm June air came through.

Bail

Cassie walked into the police station as if she had stepped into an alien world.  The small town of Guadalupe Springs, New Mexico barely had enough residents to allow for a bowling alley, let alone an all-night police station.  Most of the lights in the station were off, and only a few officers were there, mostly keeping the drunks in the drunk tank company, or filing away the last of their paperwork.  They looked up when Cassie came in, but then looked back down when they realized it was nobody special.

Cassie immediately saw Claire, handcuffed to a bench, wearing a baby blue jumpsuit which was branded with “City of Guadalupe Springs” lettering on the side.  Claire looked up and saw Cassie, but immediately averted her gaze.  There was a lot of shame to go around in this situation, and Claire had debated calling Cassie at all for bail money, or pressing her luck in the drunk tank.

Cassie approached the main desk, and a female police officer handed her a clipboard.  “If you have the bail, you can just sign here,” she said sternly.  Cassie was pleased that the process was so quick, and that the majority of the effort was just getting out of bed and raiding the cash stash.  She was glad that it would soon be over.  Cassie read over the paper and the charge, drunk and disorderly.  It was by no means a high crime, or even something that would follow Claire forever, but it was embarrassing nonetheless.

“What’s this extra fee?” Cassie asked.  The bail had been set by the judge, but the station had levied an extra thirty dollar fee labelled processing on top of that.

“She wasn’t wearing what she’s wearing now when she was arrested.  She had already removed all of her clothing, so we had to give her something to cover up.”  Cassie let out an audible sigh, knowing that Claire had heard.  Claire kept her head down, as Cassie signed away.  The officer then came over and released Claire from her cuffs, and helped her to her feet.

“You have a good friend there,” the officer said to Claire.  Claire sulked away, walking out of the police station a free woman, waiting for Cassie to join her outside.

“I don’t know what I’ll do with her,” Cassie said.  “But don’t worry officer, she’s not going to end up here again, that’s for damn sure.”

Cassie exited the station and joined Claire in her sulk.  It was six months since they had moved to this town, and Cassie knew that Claire was having trouble adjusting.  Of course, she was in her mid-twenties, and Cassie was only in her early thirties, and so her behavior this night was nothing but Claire’s immature and bratty nature gone amok.  She was getting too old to be acting out like this, and Cassie needed to make sure she set the law down tonight.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” Cassie said, tugging at Claire’s new jumpsuit.  She padded along in flipflops that were also provided, courtesy of the jail.  Claire walked to the passenger door of the car, and waited for Cassie to unlock it.
“Claire,” Cassie said.  “Now that we’re alone, I can be a bit more normal with you.”

Claire sighed, knowing what “normal” for Cassie meant.  “What do I need to do?”

“You were very, very bad this evening, and could not control your drinking.  This is behavior that needs to be punished.”

“I was arrested,” Claire protested.  “Time served?”

“Um, I think not!” Cassie threw back.  “You may be basically square in the eyes of the law, you just need to pay a little fine, but you caused a considerable amount of grief for me this evening.  Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to get the call to bail your ass out?  Do you know how much people in these small towns talk?”

Claire nodded, knowing that more protesting would just lead to more punishment.  “Get in the back seat,” Cassie ordered.  Claire climbed into the back, and before Cassie closed the door, she leaned in and looked Claire up and down.  “Now, Claire, I had to pay extra for that cute little getup you’re wearing.  Do you think it’s fair that you forced me to buy that,and I don’t get to have it, even though I just purchased it?”

“No,” Claire said.

“Good, we’re in agreement then,” Cassie said.  “Hand it over.”

Claire relunctantly looked around and sighed.  Cassie had her cornered, which is what Cassie did best, and Claire knew better than to fight her on any point.  Claire fumbled with the snaps and lone zipper and quickly shed the jumpsuit.  She had to fidget in her seat a bit, but eventually the suit was off, revealing what Claire had really been arrested in:  An American Flag thong panty and blue star nipple covers, covering Claire’s C-cup breasts.

“Now,” Cassie said, “I don’t see why they had to cover you up with anything.  That’s just about formal wear for you!”

The costume Claire was wearing had placed second in Maddigan’s annual third of July bikini contest.  As most towns in America, July the fourth was dedicated to family barbecue and fireworks, with all the bars in Guadalupe Springs closed.  Maddigan’s took the third of July as the perfect day for a raunchy bikini contest, with contestants from many towns over taking part.  

Claire had pleaded with Cassie to come for support, but Cassie refused saying it was objectifying to women, and taking the feminist high road.  An argument had erupted in their house, with the end being Claire storming out of the house to take part in the fun, and Cassie going to bed early.  What Claire had not counted on was a jealous bitch from Las Cruces getting drunk and accusing her of trying to “steal her man.”  No amount of talking could calm the woman, and when the police arrived the fight was already well underway.  All the witnesses, and the owners of the bar, were just happy to claim they both started the fight, and be able to continue the night’s festivities, minus the few bad elements.  Cassie was still fuming at this injustice, mostly because there was no possible way that she would ever attempt to “steal” anyone’s “man”.

She sat and sulked in the car as Cassie drove, the night turning out to be an unquestionable disaster.  “Listen, I’m sorry we fought,” Claire started.  “But the bar fight really wasn’t my fault!”

“Claire, you’re never going to grow up if you don’t take responsibility once or twice for your actions,” Cassie angrily shouted from the driver’s seat.  “Bail money does not come free you know!” They pulled into the garage and Cassie stopped the engine and opened the door.  “Stay here until I say to get out!” she ordered.

Cassie left Claire alone in the garage, and she wondered what was next.  The light was on a timer and clicked off, leaving Claire alone in the dark car, patiently awaiting Cassie’s next order.  Cassie finally came back and made her way to Claire’s door and opened it.  “Get out, and come with me,” she said fuming.

They exited the garage and entered the backyard, the patio lit by by the lights on inside the house.  Cassie led Claire to the hose and stated, “We’re going to get that jailhouse stank off of you!  Now strip!”

Claire looked around nervously, wondering if she was understanding fully.  “Here?” she asked.

“Of course here!” Cassie yelled.  “Now!”

Claire’s breathing quickened and she pulled the adhesive stars off her nipples.  “Toss it all in the garbage can,” Cassie ordered.  Claire was on the verge of tears as she placed the stars in the garbage, and pulled the thong down, off her legs.

“That goes in the garbage too!” Cassie insisted.  Claire sniffled some more, and tossed the remains of her bikini in the trash.  Cassie then walked over to the hose, and turned on the faucet.  Water started flowing from the hose, and Cassie, placed her finger at the end of the hose, increasing the water pressure of the stream which came out.

Claire flinched as the first jet of water hit her, but then eventually get used to the assault.  Water formed in droplets all across her skin, and even the warm summer air couldn’t help to make the experience less frigid.  Claire covered her pussy and breasts, in a vain attempt to maintain some modesty, but Cassie expertly sprayed her without mercy.

“Please Cassie!” Claire yelled.  Tears were streaming down her face, but of course those were overwhelmed by the gallons of water that Cassie had forced over it.  “I’m sorry!” she said.
“Then take your punishment!  Spread your legs, arms out!”  Cassie barked.  She loved giving orders like this and was getting wetter by the second as she applied more of the hose to Claire.  Claire dutifully did as she was told, and Cassie wasted no time in taking advantage.  Her pussy tits and face were blasted with icy cold well-water that did more to utterly humiliate her than actually clean her.

“It just occured to me, Claire,” Cassie taunted.  “I paid good money tonight for you, and you insisted on prancing around like a whore tonight without me.  Now is that anyway to treat a client?”  Cassie laughed with an evil grin.

“No,” Claire whimpered.

“So are you going to be a good whore for me?”

Claire’s mind was so clouded with everything that had happened tonight and the lashing she was getting at the hands of Cassie’s hose.  “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I’ll be a good whore for you!”

The water was turned off and Cassie put the hose down.  She walked over to the blubbering Claire who was looking up at her with sad, puppy-dog eyes.  “All forgiven?” she asked.

Cassie kissed her on the forehead and told her, “Now go upstairs and take a nice long shower.  You wanted to parade around like a whore tonight, and you’re going to make good on your promise!”

Claire broadly smiled, and pranced to the house, eager to hop in the shower and make sure she showed Cassie tonight that her bail money was worth every cent.

Cold Pizza, Part Two

We arrived at a house in a nice part of town, and I was shocked to see how regal it looked.  Our pizza joint served the lower scale houses and apartment complexes of our little college town, and we were almost never called to deliver to a house such as this.  I must have been the one to write down this address for Cameron when he was sent to deliver, but it just didn’t register with me at the time just how far away and rich this location really was.

“Is this it?” I asked, double-checking the map on my phone.

“Sure is!” Kayla answered.  She had quickly slipped her dress back on while I drove, and with my seduction complete, maintained her state of dress for the entire trip.  “Lydia married up.”  Kayla jumped out of the car giddy with excitement.  She made it half-way up the steps to the front door, before she realized I wasn’t with her.  I still had the problem of having no pants,  I had not collected them before I slipped back into the driver’s seat after Kayla and I were done.  I desperately trying to reach my jeans which were just out of arm’s reach for me from my position in the car, but they were perched behind the headrests of the rear passenger seats.  I was looking quite ridiculous, mooning the empty streets of this rich neighborhood, while kneeling in the driver’s seat.

Kayla skipped back down the steps and was giggling a bit at my predicament.  “I love the shirt,” she said, teasing me and not helping.  Thanks to her tearing, my t-shirt was ruined down the front, but putting it on backwards at least kept me covered for the ride.

“Can you please help?” I pleaded.  “I don’t want to have to leave the car bottomless.”

“Tell ya what,” she offered.  “I’ll help you.”  With that she opened the car door, and I was greeted with a cool draft air.  I instinctively covered my pussy and crossed my legs, maintaining my modesty.

“C’mon, there’s nobody here, you can be quick.”

“No!” I protested.  Kayla could see that while she was quite persuasive with me before, she didn’t have enough time now.  She wanted to get inside as soon as possible, Lydia was waiting.

“Ok, ok,” she said.  “But you have to trust me,” she grabbed my wrist and guided me up, taking me out of the car.  Her intent stare encouraged me on, and I complied, but still scared out of my mind that someone would see.  When I was on my feet, feeling the lukewarm asphalt beneath, she slipped her purse off her shoulder, and around my neck.  It dangled low enough to cover me, although my whole backside was exposed.  “See?”

I sighed, knowing this was the best she could do, without actually helping me.  “Ok, I said, just keep behind me.”

“With pleasure!”  We walked up the steps, me barefoot and half-naked, and Kayla behind me liberally goosing me at almost every step.  The first time I jumped, but as I got immune to further pinches and pulls, her fingers got more invasive. By the time we had made it to the top steps, she had a finger lodged between my ass cheeks, which I knew was about to probe further.  “Ring the door bell,” she ordered.

I did as she requested and she started probing my ass deeply.  I was mildly panicked that this was the wrong house, and just some sort of sick game between Cameron, Lydia, and Kayla to humiliate me completely.  My fears vanished when a tall woman with platinum blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, around 40 answered the door.  She was also completely naked.

Of course she didn’t recognize me, but could see Kayla behind me, preoccupied with something.  I put on a brave face, but my wincing must have given away what was happening behind me.   “Kayla,” she scolded, “What are you hiding back there?”

“Nuffin,” she said sweetly.  She then turned me around to reveal to Lydia exactly what she already probably knew.  She smacked my ass hard, producing an echo that reverberated across the neighborhood.  My head darted back and forth praying that nobody heard it and that we could quickly get inside.

“You work fast!” Lydia praised Kayla.  “Come on in, pizza girl, you’ve been through enough.”

I  walked inside, not knowing what to expect, but still in awe of the place.  The foyer was large and a regal staircase lead up to the second floor landing, while a crystal chandelier hung brilliantly from above.  The house was modern, but still was accented perfectly with art that showed the owner had quite sophisticated tastes.  If Lydia had not answered the door naked, or if I didn’t know what Kayla did not have on under her dress, I would have felt dreadfully under-dressed for a mansion like this.

Kayla confiscated her purse from me immediately, and Lydia looked down at my pussy, licking her lips.  “Cameron certainly didn’t tell me you were so edible!”  I blushed deeply, not knowing what to do next, frozen by fear and being so much on display.  I had had sex in cars before, but the aftermath was never like this.  Kayla and Lydia seemed to be in control of this madcap dream, and I was just along for the ride.  Lydia reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt, effortlessly discarding it on the marble floor.  

“There we are,” she said, pleased.  Kayla then returned her hand to my ass crack, probing away again.  I was too distracted at the sight of Lydia and my own nakedness to put up any sort of fight any longer.  I was under their complete control.

“Kayla,” Lydia asked, “why do you always insist on the butt?” Lydia stepped close enough for me to feel her breath escaping as she spoke.  “When these lips are always much tastier,” Lydia said as she started stroking my pussy lips, which had started to get wet again thanks to the walk up the steps, my nervousness from the sudden exhibition of my body, and the magic that Kayla was doing to my ass.  Lydia teased my clit, and I was transported again.  I just didn’t care that both these women were strangers, and Cameron’s failures that night were a distant foggy memory.  I grasped Lydia’s shoulders to brace myself and keep from collapsing as both these women worked me from both directions.

I started planting kisses on Lydia, but she stopped my lips from making contact with any part of her magnificent figure.  She continued to stroke my pussy lips and clit, bringing me to the precipice but never allowing me release.  “Pizza girl, do you want me?”

My face must have been a sight to look at at that moment.  Of course, I wanted her, I would have had to be made of stone not to.  Everything that I had experienced tonight, including my time with Kayla in the car, I now realized was just foreplay for this moment.  “Yes,” I said.  “Please.”

She smiled broadly.  “Ok, but first, you have to do something you may not like right off the bat.”

My hips were grinding against Kayla’s fingers and Lydia’s palms.  I had been downgraded to the role of putty in the hands of these two.  “Anything you want,” I agreed.  

“Perfect,” she exclaimed.  Kayla let go, and Lydia’s own hand stopped, leaving me in a frustrating disatisfaction.  She and Lydia each hooked their arm around one of mine, and led me down a long narrow hallway, and to a hottub, where Cameron sat gazing up at the stars.

“See, told you so,” Lydia said.  “We can get anyone to do anything.”

They didn’t tell me outright, but I knew what I was expected to do, and it was sitting a few feet from me below the bubbling frothy water.  I was lead into the tub and I slipped in, Cameron’s eyes wide as I sank , shoulder deep into the frothy water.  Although I had been turned on by only women this evening, the prospect of having Cam was also getting me excited.  I was by no means a full lesbian, and capping off this night with a nice warm cock was very tempting.

I scooted over next to Cam and saw that he had nothing on.  “Jess, are you sure?”  I just nodded and grasped his cock which was already rock hard.  Lydia slipped in to the water, and Kayla slipped off her dress and joined.  They grabbed at all my limbs, and decided to use the control that I was freely giving to them.  As Lydia teased my nipples, Kayla teased my clit, and my quick short breathing started up again.  In the weightlessness of the water, I floated on a cloud, and was being pushed, with legs spread, toward the seat that Cameron occupied.  I had no way to stop this process, it was a foregone conclusion that the dirty minds of Lydia and Kayla had worked out with almost evil precision, but at the same time, there was no will left in me to stop it.  To be denied Cameron now would be most disappointing to me and my aching pussy.

I felt the tip of his cock rub against, my lips and Kayla and Lydia pushed me down.  It fit so perfectly, and I gasped as my pussy greedily grabbed hold of Cameron’s member.  Lydia and Kayla worked as a seamless team, pushing and pulling me, making  Cameron himself moan with pleasure.  My mind briefly thought about the morning after, the reprecussions of this act, but I quickly discarded it.   My lust had completely taken over my better judgement, and I rode Cameron as if he were my long lost lover.  Kayla’s and Lydia’s hands suddenly left my body, and I continued to fuck Cameron.  We found a natural rhythm and I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a warm kiss on his lips.

Just as had happened in the car with Kayla and the foyer with Lydia, the rest of the world melted away, and it was just Cameron and I left, surrounded by bubbling pool of water.  We kissed passionately, and with no prompting.  His lips found my nipples and I offered them to him as he sucked and bit lightly.  I sighed and moaned loudly, wanting to make sure his cock stayed hard and within me for as long as possible.  “Oh God, oh God,” I panted, as I felt a familiar stirring that started in my clit and radiated through my pussy lips and into me.

Lydia reached around me and dove a hand downwards to gently rub my clit, tossing me over the edge.  I climaxed hard, my pussy pulsating around Cameron’s probing cock and I screamed out until there was no air left in my body.  I arched my back, and continued to come in waves, encouraged by Cameron’s hips and Lydia’s hands.  

Kayla then reached down and stroked Cameron’s balls, and that was way too much for the poor guy. This sent him over the edge for him, and as I regained my breath, I felt Cameron release deep inside me, his cock pulsating in waves as his semen flooded my pussy, which responded automatically by greedily pulsating around it.  I hugged the exhausted Cameron, and we kissed more, as I felt his member soften within me and slowly inch its way out.  We must have been kissing each other in our afterglow for quite some time, because when we finally broke our kiss and broke apart, Kayla and Lydia were on the other side of the hot tub, nibbling at each other playfully.

Completely exhausted, we soaked in the hot tub, looking up at the twinkling stars of a beautiful night.  Kayla, of course, with her boundless energy emerged fully nude from the tub and toweled off.  She walked over to the table, where a familiar pizza box lay, and picked up a slice.  “Hey!” she yelled.  “What kind of pizza people are you? This is cold!”

I sat on Cameron’s lap, as he put his arms around me, and we were both quite content with delivering cold pizza like that for a long while.

Cold Pizza, Part One

Cameron was our newest delivery driver, hired just a few days before, and he was already M.I.A.  There were two completed pizzas waiting for pickup, getting cold, and no Cameron.  It was already after closing, the cooks had all left, and I just wanted to get home.  With a sigh, I looked at the addresses on the boxes and realized that they were on my way home, and it looked like I was going to have to fill in for our soon-to-be-fired delivery driver.  He, of course, had the electronic unit to take credit cards, so I hoped that both of these customers had cash and hopped in the car.

“Again, with the deliveries,” I sighed, putting on a spare delivery cap, pulling my ponytail through the back.  The smell of the pizzas wafted through the vents of my car as I pulled out of the parking lot.  I was supposed to be past this, at this point in my life.  I knew that night manager in a pizza parlor wasn’t my life-long ambition, but truthfully, at twenty-five, a bachelor of arts in film studies, and a mountain of student debt, I really didn’t have any clue as to what that ambition should or could be.  But I knew that chasing after a twenty-one year old college burnout to do his damn job, that he had been given just days before, wasn’t one of them.

I seethed in anger as I approached the first house, pizza in hand.  I knocked on the door, and a mother answered, children screaming behind her.  She sighed at my arrival, and I knew I was late.

“Sorry,” I apologized.  “A driver didn’t show.”

She laughed and said, “Well, at least you made it,” and of course she handed over her credit card.  

“Tell you what, it’s late, so it’s on the house,” I offered, knowing there was no point in begging for cash at this point.  She smiled broadly at this and said, “Well, aren’t you the sweetest!  Have a good night!”  She took the pizza and closed the door.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Cameron, once again getting his voicemail.  “You cost us a sale, you jerk!”  I yelled as a message and ended the call.  Although I couldn’t fire him on the spot, I knew his number was up.

I arrived at the second customer’s place, an apartment down the road.  I prayed again for cash, hoping that I wouldn’t have to account for two free pizzas.  At this point, I would gladly pay for both myself, if it meant that Cameron would be gone the next day.  The door opened and a short-haired brunette girl answered the door.  “Hmm,” she said, “this is quite late.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “Fifteen, fifty-three please.”  She handed over the cash, which was mercifully exact change.  At that moment, my phone rang and I picked it up.  Curiously, the brunette carefully placed the pizza down on her kitchen table, and picked up her purse as if she was ready to leave.  Instead of closing the door, she just waited patiently while I took the call.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey Jess,”  Cameron’s voice on the other hand replied.  “I know you’re mad, but can we talk?”

“I don’t know if there’s much to talk about, Cameron,” I replied.  “I just had to give away a free pizza, and just finished up a second one of YOUR deliveries.”

“I know, I know, I screwed up,” Cameron said.  “But the girl in front of you now is about to make it up to you.”

I looked a bit nervously at the girl, who was wearing a short little summer dress, and was waiting with her purse, looking like she was about to go with me somewhere.  “What?” I asked.  “How the hell is she...”

The girl took that as a cue and raised the hem of her dress slowly.  My eyes widened as she turned to the side and exposed the rest of her leg, to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  She bit her lip as the dress travelled up, and I saw the shapely curve of her ass, and her hip came into full view.

“Oh my God, Cam, what the hell?”  I turned away from the girl to concentrate on the phone call. “You really think this kind of shit will make up for what you did?”

“Listen, listen, I know you’re mad, but here’s what you can do.  You can take the girl to where I am right now, and we can have some fun, or you can take the address I’ve just sent to your phone right now and come on over and yell at me.  Your call.”

“I think I’ll choose number two, see you soon!” I yelled.

I turned around and the girl had composed herself.  “So, I guess you’re in on this too?” I asked. She nodded.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Kayla,” she said.

“Well, I guess you need a ride to where Cameron is?”  I offered.  I was so angry that I was ready to explode, and so I wouldn’t turn down Cameron’s offer to yell at him.

Kayla jumped out of the door frame excitedly and locked her own door.  From the way her body moved, I from flashes of skin that erupted from her summer dress, I could see that she wasn’t wearing a thing under her dress, neither on top or down below.

“This doesn’t make us friends.” I warned as we walked to my car.  
“Of course not,” she said with a large smile.  “In fact, I’ll stay in the back the whole time, and not say a thing.”

She climbed into the back and moved to the seat behind the passenger seat.  Her dress rode up, and as I got into the driver’s seat, I saw that she intentionally rode it up her thigh.  Her ass was almost exposed completely, and she crossed her legs to tease me even more.

“So, what do you have with Cameron?” I asked as we drove.

“He likes to give me challenges,” she said.  “I thought you were just the chauffeur.”

“I am, I am.” I reminded myself.  As we drove I kept looking back and every time it seemed there was more that Kayla was pushing.  The dress got pushed up, a button on top was undone, a strap was carelessly slipped off the shoulder.

“If you keep looking back, you’ll get into an accident,” she warned.

“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to concentrate.  It was at that moment I realized that I was driving in circles, not getting any closer to the address which had been sent to my phone.  “You’re a little hard to keep my eyes off.”

“Well, that’s some progress,” she said.  “So, interested in girls?”

“A little,” I gulped.  I looked back and saw that the straps of her dress had been unbuttoned and released.  She then pushed the top of the dress down, exposing her shapely breasts.   She had a body that was begging to be licked, and she was looking directly at me, daring me to make the next move.  “So, should I just take the car back to your place?” I asked.

“Aren’t you mad at Cameron?” she asked.

“Yes, but I can yell at him anytime, I think I need you tonight.”

Kayla pushed her dress down further and raised her ass off the seat.  This was my cue and I pulled into a dark road with only a few houses on it, where I knew we could have some privacy.  Kayla kicked off the rest of her dress, and lounged sexily in the back seat.  “Mmm,” she said, “I guess we won’t make it back to my place.”

I opened the driver’s door and quickly climbed in the back.  Kayla lunged for me, gripping the back of my head and hungrily kissing my face.  Her hands quickly made waste of my shirt, tearing it down the middle instead of taking it off me.  The jeans were peeled down my legs, and I had the feeling that the only reason she didn’t tear those were because of the durable material.  She planted kisses on my neck and pulled greedily at the straps of my bra.  Her frustrated hands never found the snaps, and it was flung into the driver’s seat once it was freed from me.  Finally, my panties met the same fate as my shirt, ripped and torn into a now useless lump of cotton.  

I had no breath left to protest, and I gripped my legs like a vice around Kayla’s waist.  We had little room to move in the backseat, but our bodies found a natural rhythm together, and I felt our pussies finally meet in a surprising sloppy kiss.  My body was pinned beneath Kayla and I let her have free reign over my entire being as I shut my eyes to feel every move of this angel.

Her mouth shifted down and found my neck and breasts, while using her leg on my pussy which had been made wet by the kiss of our mouths, and the contact our own juices had made at the start.  She found a nipple and bit and pulled and tugged, and I moaned loudly.  I never wanted her to stop, and I knew she was tugging my breasts up much further than had ever been done to me before.  I arched my back up and opened my eyes, just to show Kayla that they were starting to roll back.

She planted another kiss on my mouth and firmly grabbed my pussy.  I squirmed and squealed in delight, my tongue dancing with hers, our saliva mixing.  I realized I was about to come myself, and I decided that I didn’t want her hand to do it.  I pushed her hand away and pulled her ass down, so our pussies met again in another tantalizing kiss.  Each time our labia met, I moaned a bit louder, letting her know I was close.  She grabbed my ass up, and I arched again, and I started to shake, as I felt a familiar quiver within her.  My pussy started spasming and started flowing even more juices as I came, and I was overcome with joy at the thought that Kayla herself, as she felt my pussy climax, was coming herself to that same climax.  We came and moaned together and for an instant we were the only people on Earth.

She collapsed on top of me, and we panted together, exhaustion overtaking us.  She kissed me on the cheek and asked cheerfully, “So, can we go on to Lydia’s?”

“Who?” I asked.

“That’s where Cameron is, silly, he’s not that bad of a delivery guy.”

I sighed.  I certainly did not have enough anger left to lay into Cameron tonight, and if Lydia was anything like Kayla, Cameron’s job was completely safe.  I collected what was left of my shirt and put it on backwards, just so I was covered.  I clamored into the driver’s seat, revved the engine and we continued on our journey.