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CHAPTER SIX

The woman gave Sara a tearful look and sobbed out one word.

"Greg," she said, then closed her eyes. "Come on, sit down," Sara said, taking the woman by the arm. "Tell me what happened." She led the woman to a chair and poured her a glass of champagne. "Here, drink this," she instructed.

She drained the glass, and Sara filled it once more. After pouring herself a drink, Sara sat back in the other chair and looked at the woman.

Although her face was smudged with mascara and her eyes were red, Sara was captivated by the woman's beauty – milky smooth skin, framed by a head of almost blue-black hair. Although rather short, she was nonetheless well-shaped and stunningly attractive. Her eyes, almond-shaped, were large and blue, her sensuous lips curved pertly. No small wonder Greg had found her to be desirable. Strangely enough, she didn't feel the slightest pang of jealousy.

"I'm Sara," Sara said. "What's your name?"

"Brenda," the woman answered, her voice a little more relaxed after the second glass of champagne. "Brenda Macintosh."

Sara dropped her eyes to Brenda's small hands, then touched her own cheek. As she felt the sting from the slap, she became curiously excited. She had never before looked at a woman except as a competitor, but now her mind was reeling with strange thoughts. She wondered what the woman would look like nude, those firm, jutting tits hanging over her dark silky crotch.

A tremor stuck in her voice as she spoke: "It seems we've both been kicked out," she said. Before the girl's surprised reaction could fully register, Sara went on. "Where do we go from here? Two ex-secretaries…"

"I don't know," Brenda said, shaking her head. "I'm… I'm just so… tired."

Sara's thoughts about the lovely young woman were becoming frightening. Something about her was so vulnerable, so fragile. She stood up and took Brenda's hand.

Brenda offered no resistance and allowed herself to be led toward the bed. As she lay back on the soft covers, still askew and damp from lovemaking, Sara tried half-heartedly to fight the temptation to pull the girl into her arms and [missing text].

"Oh, Brenda, I'm… I'm sorry," she whispered softly, touching the girl's face. "I didn't want to hurt you. I… didn't want… don't want… don't."

Before she could analyze the situation further, she found herself lying on top of Brenda, spreading the woman's thighs with her knees. She locked her mouth around the woman's lips and dug her tongue inside, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the woman's hair, her mouth, her perfumed flesh. Their breasts crushed together, their cunts molding themselves to each other's.

"Yes!" Brenda moaned, herself not knowing exactly what was happening, but enjoying it like nothing ever before. "Yes!" she said again, answering demands from both their minds.

Sara felt a sense of urgency. If she didn't go with it quickly, the mood would be lost. Quickly she undressed the other woman and pulled off her own negligee. Now, cradled in each other's arms, they stroked with exploring fingers, their mouths burning with growing desire.

"You're so beautiful," Sara murmured, trailing her lips down to the hollow of Brenda's soft throat.

When she nibbled the delicate flesh, she could feel the woman's taut nipples dig into her own throat. Slowly she lowered her mouth and brushed her lips over the deliciously warm mounds.

"I… I want you!" she gasped, then pulled one rubbery nipple between her lips.

"I want you, too!" Brenda groaned, arching her back. Her pussy was boiling, becoming so demanding she thought it would explode. She finally gasped out, naming her lust: "Lick my pussy!" she begged. "God, eat me!"

Sara felt as if she were in a dream. Sex had never been like this – so soft, so delicate. The hunger was there, of course, but it was tempted by a feeling she couldn't name. She ran her tongue around the silky-texture of the woman's tits with her eyes closed, her head being drawn by some magnetic-like force. A couple of seconds later, her chin was wet as it brushed into Brenda's soft furry patch of cunt hair. She could feel Brenda's clit throb like a heartbeat, vibrating just under her lower lip.

"God!" she groaned, nuzzling her face fully between Brenda's thighs, rubbing her nose up and down the steamy slit, "Now I know why men love this so much."

For a few moments she simply looked at Brenda's pussy, noting the dark reddish opening, the sweet-smelling drops of juice that oozed out, glistening in her ebony hairs. She placed her thumbs on either side of the opening and pulled the loose folds of skin apart. Brenda's rubbery, purplish clit came into view, standing at the top of the woman's hole like a tiny cock. Pursing her lips, she encircled the projection and bit down gently.

For Brenda, the sensation was electric, immediate.

"God!" she streamed, bending her knees and sitting up slightly. She grabbed the back of Sara's head and pulled her face harder into her crotch. "Suck… eat me!" she gasped.

Sara inhaled deeply and stuck her tongue out. With one slow thrusting movement, she pressed forward, sliding inside the hot sticky hole. A firm spasming tunnel of muscle gripped her like a greasy fist, sucking her harder, pulling her tongue deeper inside. The contractions of the woman's cunt were so violent, far a second Sara thought her tongue would be ripped right out of her mouth. A spasm of pain shot down her throat as she pulled back.

"Don't stop!" Brenda urged, humping her hips upward, gobbling Sara's tongue back inside her churning cunt. "God, don't ever stop! It feels like… oh God, just don't stop!"

Sara began working her tongue in and out with flickering moves – like an angry snake – until her mouth, nose and chin were completely oiled from Brenda's streaming juices. The heat from this delicious-tasting fluid seemed to soak right into her cunt. She felt an ache, a raw hungry sensation up and down the length of her pussy canal. A sudden desire to have a cock inside her while she ate Brenda's pussy became almost overwhelming. The ripples that churned in her pussy now became hot, spasming throbs.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her voice vibrating into the slick recesses of the other woman's cunt.

"Yes! I'm… oh God, I'm… unhhh!" Brenda babbled, her body flinching with a violent release.

The pleasure was almost painful as wave after wave of ecstasy drilled wildly into her hole. "Eat… unhhhhh! Eat…unhhh!" she begged, then her voice trailed off as she peaked.

Brenda's orgasm was so powerful, Sara could almost imagine her entire head being sucked into the vacuum of the woman's cunt. She bit and licked furiously, trying desperately to give the brunette greater pleasure. But she found that in doing so, her own climax was beginning to build.

Then it hit her savagely.

A blasting explosion hammered into her guts, blowing up and down her cunt canal. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the ache, but it only made the hunger worse.

"I need it, too!" she screamed. "Eat me!"

Without moving her face from Brenda's pussy, she turned her body, her head toward the foot of the bed. Throwing her legs around the other girl's shoulders, she sat down, squirming – her crotch over Brenda's parted lips. When she felt an eager tongue pierce her cunt, she lifted her face a couple of inches and grunted loudly, her climax renewing itself, but this time more satisfying.

"Suck me! Goddamn you, eat me alive!" she bellowed, then tore back into Brenda's cunt with savage fury.

As the women climaxed again and again they began writhing around like animals. Each tongue thrust brought more ecstasy, each touch was almost shocking. And for what seemed an eternity, they remained this way – sharing, giving, taking, until their pleasures subsided to gentle, tickling throbs.

"What have we done?" Sara asked finally, rolling to one side. A whole new world had been opened to them both, and it seemed as if they had made a discovery that only they knew about.

"I don't know," Brenda answered when she got her breath. "But I do know one thing – I want to do it again!"

"Me, too," Sara said, sitting up. "But first, I think I'd like a little champagne. How about you?"

"Love some," Brenda agreed. "But hurry back!"

Sara scurried into the sitting room and grabbed the half-empty bottle. She looked at two glasses and decided against taking them, choosing rather to drink right out of the bottle. Somehow it seemed to be more wicked.

And she felt deliciously wicked!

"Come here!" Brenda said, her arms outstretched. "Fuck the champagne. I want you!"

Sara took a big swig from the bottle, and holding the bubbly fluid in her mouth, pressed her lips around Brenda's right tit. Washing the liquid around the soft projection for several seconds, she could feel the woman flinch with renewed lust. Regretfully, she drank the champagne down, now flavored with Brenda's body.

"Kiss me," Brenda whispered, pulling Sara's face up. She watched her take another gulp of the wine, holding it in her mouth. "Kiss my mouth full of wine!"

Sara pushed the champagne into Brenda's mouth and they shared it, spewing it back and forth before drinking it.

Another evil thought hit Sara. She wondered what it would be like to have a mouthful of hot, creamy cum and do the same thing with it as she was doing with the wine. Just the idea made her pussy jerk with pleasure.

"Let me try something," Sara said, taking the last drink from the bottle.

After lowering her mouth to Brenda's pussy, she squirted the champagne deep into the girl's slit. After washing it back and forth for several long seconds, she finally drank it down.

The taste was marvelous – bubbly and creamy at the same time. Brenda was enjoying it – from the pained expression on her face. Her jaw was slack, a slight moan escaping her parted lips.

"I… I don't believe it," she gasped. "I'm… I'm… oh God! Lick me! Ohhhh!"

Sara was surprised with the other girl's intensity, but soon joined her in another writhing suck job. She found her mouth slipping further under the girl's body, her lips brushing into the tiny crack of her ass.

Then as she thrust her tongue into Brenda's shitter, she heard the woman scream out: "Cock!" she cried. "I… unhhh… need a cock!"

Sara grabbed her own left tit and worked the nipple into Brenda's pussy as she continued licking and sucking on her delicious asshole. After doing this for several moments, giving the girl raw unbridled pleasure, she placed the end of the champagne bottle where her tit had been. Making sure not to hurt her, she began thrusting the neck of the bottle in and out of Brenda's exploding cunt, until the woman was a spasm of ecstasy. She threw her legs around the girl's neck once more and humped her pussy over Brenda's twisting face. The second she felt Brenda's tongue enter her cunt, she screamed with her own anguished orgasm.

A short while later they pulled apart, murmuring with exhaustion. Their ecstasy had been wonderful, but somehow painfully empty.

As if reading Sara's thoughts, Brenda finally spoke: "Wouldn't you love to have a big dick right now?" she said. "I mean, I still want you, but I want both! I've never had it… like this." She was silent for a few moments, then her expression clouded over. "What are we… you going to do?" she asked Sara.

Knowing what she meant, Sara shrugged her shoulders. What could she do? Greg was gone, probably forever. And here she was in New York – alone, except for Brenda and [missing text].

"You really want a cock right now?" she asked with growing excitement. "I know a certain waiter who's got just the thing! And, baby, what a thing!"

"Mmm-mmmm!" Brenda agreed. "But what about…"

"Well, we're secretaries," Sara began, again perceiving the girl's thoughts, "so we'll get jobs."

"It's just too bad we couldn't work together," Brenda said wistfully. "But I guess that's asking too much."

A strange, almost angelic look came over Sara's face. She bolted off the bed and began pacing the room, occasionally smacking her fist into her palm. She nodded her head up and down, her expression turning to one of almost demonic possession.

"That's it!" she said, going over to the bed and hugging Brenda. "We'll start out own business!" Before Brenda could object, Sara outlined her ideas: "Here's what we'll do. We'll have an agency that offers temporary help. We'll specialize only in out-of-town engagements… you know, rich businessman who might need… a good secretary, if you get my drift. We'll charge a fortune, get the best people… and by God, we'll make it."

"What about money?" Brenda asked, becoming practical. "I only have a few hundred in savings and…"

"Do you have an apartment?" Sara asked. When Brenda nodded her head, she added, "So, we'll start there. Use your place as an office, get a couple more girls, get some business cards printed up…" She interrupted herself by darting out of the room, returning with the money Greg had left her. "Three, four, five," she counted. "I've got five hundred dollars right here," she said. "That'll keep us in food for a while."

Brenda shook her head, admiration in her gaze. "You know," she said, "this is just crazy enough to work!"

"I know it will!" Sara said, more sure of herself now than ever. "Now," she added, getting down to business, "do you know any other girls who might go for this idea?"

Before Brenda could answer, there was a knock on the door. Both girls looked at each other, almost alarmed. What if it were Greg? Sara knew she still wasn't quite sure how she felt about him, and what about Brenda? Sara was about to get off the bed when the door opened.

"Hello in there," the deep masculine voice called out. "It's me. Room service again!"

"See?" Sara said, her eyes widening. "Things are looking good already! This is the cock I was telling you about!" Then, calling out, she said, "In here!"

"Thought I'd come up here and punch…" the man began, his voice trailing off when he saw the two naked women. He gave them both a grin and looked around the room. "I just got my ass fired," he said.

"That's wonderful!" Sara said, giving him an eager look.

"Wonderful?"

"Wonderful! Now you can be a secretary with us!" Sara said.

"Secretary?" he asked doubtfully. "Somehow I can't quite picture myself sitting on some guy's lap taking dictation." He dropped his eyes first to Sara's crotch, then to Brenda's upturned tits. "I'm kinda queer for women."

"Don't be an idiot," Sara said affectionately. "There are plenty of women executives. And I'm sure they'd love to take you away for the weekend, and I'll just bet you could really give them the business!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man said, trying to make some sense of Sara's babble.

"Well, shut up and listen," Sara said, pulling him onto the bed.

She explained her proposal and waited for his reaction.

"Well?" she asked, when she had finished talking.

"I don't know," he said. "I… I don't even know you."

"I'm Sara and this is Brenda," Sara said, as if she were talking to a very backward child.

"I'm Randy," the man said.

"Hmmmm, isn't that a British expression for horny?" Sara asked playfully.

"If it is, they sure named me right," Randy said as he reached over and caressed the insides of both women's thighs.

"Say yes," Sara insisted, touching his hand. "Yes," Randy said, lowering her face to her breasts. He darted his tongue over her rose-tipped nipple, feeling his cock spring to life, "Anything you say, baby," he murmured. "Any fucking thing at all!"

"Good!" Sara whispered. "Business over. Now let's get down to business!"