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Subject: {ASSM} Windy City Surprise  by Katie McN, EyeOfSerpent, Kelly Adams, Tabico, Serene Cherry and Sara H  ( Lesbian Themes)
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Windy City Surprise

Copyright (c), 2002, Katie McN, EyeOfSerpent, Kelly Adams, 
Tabico, Serene Cherry and Sara H 

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--katie--

She woke up in her Chicago hotel room and saw a naked woman 
standing at the foot of her bed. She blinked her eyes twice 
and then she remembered.

"I can't buy this dress, Sharon."

Robin looked at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. 
She loved the dress, but knew she couldn't afford it.

"Let's find something in my price range."

"Forget it, Robin. This one is perfect and we've got a lot 
of shopping to do before we go out tonight."

"The dress costs more than I make in a week. I don't feel 
right taking it from you."

They'd been shopping in all the cute places on North State 
Street and ended up at Marshall Fields where Robin found an 
Anna Sui dress that seemed like it was made for her.

"You deserve it, girl. You're the best assistant I've ever 
had and now it's my turn to do something for you."

Robin Quinn was smart, resourceful, thirty-one-years old 
and in love with her boss. It was a secret she kept to 
herself. She wasn't in the same league as Sharon Parker and 
didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the job she loved. 
She knew there weren't many bosses who'd take their 
assistants on a week-long business trip to Chicago and the 
shopping expedition was an unexpected bonus.

"We don't have to go back to the hotel for a couple of 
hours, Robin. Is there anything you'd like to get for
yourself?"

"Promise you won't laugh at me?" Robin said and turned her 
head so Sharon couldn't see the blush. "I read something in 
Cosmo about buying Bloomies at Bloomingdale's. I'd love to 
see what they have and maybe get something there."

"We'll do better than that. The right undies can make a 
woman feel great and that's part of 'head to toe.'"

At first Robin felt uncomfortable with Sharon in the 
dressing room. Robin wasn't used to having someone else 
around when she tried on underwear.

"Sharon, I'm not the garter belt type. I never wear things 
like this."

"It's about time you started. Think how good you'll feel 
knowing you're hiding a secret under your dress."

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I am. You're getting the whole set including the 
see-through panties and push-up bra. All you need is a pair 
of seamed nylons and you'll be good to go."


Robin decided to wear her hair up. It was long enough to 
manage and she felt she needed something sophisticated for 
her big night out. She spent thirty minutes on making up 
and hoped she hadn't overdone it. Robin thought she looked 
whorish in her red undies and stockings. She decided Sharon 
was right. It was fun having a secret this cute and maybe 
it was too bad no one would know about it.

"The limo awaits us, Robin. Let's get moving."

"You got a limo? We're just going to dinner."

"Look, I sold three new accounts this week and no one will 
say a thing about my expenses. Now stop worrying and let's  
have some fun."

Robin felt like a celebrity getting into the limo. The  
uniformed driver held the door open for her and several 
people on the sidewalk watched as the two women got into 
the car.


"I've never been to a restaurant like this, Sharon. Oh, my 
god, isn't that ... "

"Yes, Robin, a lot of celebrities come here. Blackbird's is 
one of the in-places downtown."

The maitre d' noticed the two women as they came into the 
restaurant. "Ms Parker, we're honored to have you visit us. 
We're ready for you now. Right this way, please."

Sharon and Robin followed the man as he led them past the 
people waiting for tables. They walked through the dining 
room where Robin had a chance to experience the ambience of 
one of Chicago's interesting dining venues.


"I've never eaten dinner in a private room, Sharon. How did 
you arrange it?"

"I've known the owner, Donnie Madia, for years. I was here 
on opening night in '97 and try to stop by whenever I'm in 
Chicago. He does special things for his special friends."

Their waiter seemed to appear whenever they needed anything 
and then faded into the background. Robin loved being 
spoiled and let Sharon do the ordering.

They started with a charcuterie plate. The pate had a 
subtle taste that disguised some spices Robin couldn't
identify. The waiter told them the sausages were made at 
the restaurant from a family recipe and the potatoes were 
grown locally.

"Why is the restaurant called the Blackbird, Sharon? 
Everything is white and I don't see a bird anyplace."

Sharon laughed and said, "A ripe Merlot grape is called a 
blackbird in France. Merlot is featured on their wine list 
and I've ordered a bottle of Matanzas Creek to go with our 
meal."

The main course arrived with the bottle of wine. Sharon had 
ordered lamb chops for Robin and loin of venison for 
herself. The food was perfectly presented and the waiter 
took time to explain how each dish was prepared. Robin knew 
she'd never be able to cook a meal like the one in front of 
her, but loved hearing how it was done.

"I've never had venison, Sharon. What's it taste like?"

"Here try some and find out." Sharon speared a piece of 
meat with her fork and offered it to Robin. They took turns 
feeding each other tastes and were soon giggling like two 
schoolgirls.

Robin didn't think she could eat any more until her 
chocolate tart arrived. It was accompanied by white
chocolate ice cream and a glass of the bubbly. Robin was 
getting a little tipsy, but still enjoying herself to the 
maximum.

"I can't remember having so much fun at a meal, Sharon. 
Thanks for a wonderful day."

"Let's see if you liked everything." Sharon put her hand on 
Robin's knee and pushed her dress up until she exposed the 
red garter holding up a stocking. "I was wondering if you 
were going to wear your new underwear. Glad to see you got 
brave and did."

Robin froze. Her dress was pushed up well above her 
stocking top and Sharon's hand was resting on the exposed 
thigh. Robin felt tingly and couldn't speak.

"Oh, my god, Robin, it must be the wine." Sharon took the 
hand from her assistant's leg and put it back in her own 
lap. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that."

-sc-

"No, it's okay, I mean... I don't mind," Robin stuttered,  
her hand shaking as she held her ice cream bowl.

The two were silent for a few moments, each staring at a 
different item on the table.  Sharon subtly downed another 
half glass of wine before she looked back up at Robin.

"Do you like them, or did you wear them just for my sake?"

Robin managed a smile, feeling herself calm a little.

"Well, like you said, it feels nice hiding a little secret 
beneath my dress. I... probably would have ended up showing 
you anyway, though probably not here."

"Oh," Sharon grinned. "I suppose I'd do the same if I 
actually were wearing stockings like those."

"You mean you aren't?" Robin asked, narrowing her eyes.

Sharon shook her head slowly.

"No."

Robin leaned back in her seat, peeking beneath the table.

"Show me," she stated softly.

Sharon turned red for a brief moment, widening her smile.

"What?"

"It's only fair," Robin replied, calming sipping her drink.

Slowly, Sharon moved her hands from her lap to the end of 
her dress, pulling it up to a similar place on her own 
thigh.  As to her words, her thighs were bare and seemingly 
glistening in the faint light of their private room.

"See?"

Robin slid her chair back, leaning forward as if she 
couldn't see clearly.  When her head came back up, Sharon's 
eyes were inches away as she smiled.  The soft scent of the 
Merlot filled her nostrils as it escaped from Sharon's 
lips.

"I see..."

As if in a trance, the two just stared at each other, faces 
nearly a finger's length apart.  If it wasn't the
wine, there definitely was some kind of strange hold on the 
two, a hold that seemed to drive their desires forward.

"Robin, I..."

Before Sharon could finish her sentence, her lips met with 
Robin's in a soft embrace.  Both went silent for a single 
moment, each holding their breath as the kiss finally came 
to an end.

Robin's eyes were left closed, as she tasted the wine from 
Sharon's lips.  Her arms trembled, suddenly feeling the 
rather cool temperature of the room against her skin, mixed 
with the ice cream sitting in her stomach.

"Was... that really the wine, or did we both really 
want..."

"I did," Sharon whispered, watching Robin slowly open her 
eyes. "Did you?"

Calmly, Robin leaned forward a second time, placing a 
smaller kiss on Sharon's lips before resting back in her 
chair.

"Does that answer your question?"

"I think so," Sharon smiled.

The two began to giggle, feeling the tension fade away from 
their actions.  Sharon let her hand slowly rise from her 
lap, resting her palm on her assistant's wrist.

"Sharon..." Robin pronounced softly.

"Shall we then?"

Robin made a confused look.

"Shall we...?"

"Head out," Sharon continued. "The night is young, my dear, 
and our ride awaits."

"Where... are we going?"

Sharon flashed a sly grin, reaching for her purse with her 
other hand.

"I thought we'd take a little ride first; maybe see some of 
the sights in the Windy City."

Robin smiled back as she felt the slight caress of Sharon's 
palm against her skin.  The two leaned back
slightly, affectionately staring into each other's eyes as 
the waiter returned with the check.

"So, is this what you call a business trip, Ms. Parker?" 
Robin mused.

Slowly, Sharon reached for her glass, holding it high as 
Robin blushed.  She grasped her own and raised it slightly, 
nervous and excited at the same time.

"Well, what's business without a little pleasure to 
accompany it?"

"Touch ," Robin grinned.

The two giggled together as they made the toast.



CHAPTER II


The limo was already waiting outside as Robin and Sharon 
stepped out of the restaurant.  Calmly, an attendant opened 
the back door for the two, nodding to them both as they got
in.

"Thank you," Robin stated politely.

"Tell Mr. Madia we had a wonderful dinner, when you get a 
chance," Sharon said.

"I will, thank you," the attendant replied. "Good night,
ma'am."

Closing the door behind her, Sharon leaned towards the 
driver and whispered something in his ear.  Robin squinted, 
trying to make out the words from her lips; she was 
unsuccessful.  Sharon quickly leaned back and took a seat 
beside her, smiling calmly.

"So, where are we going?" Robin asked, "a taping of the 
Oprah Winfrey show?"

Sharon widened her grin.

"If you'd like, Robin," came the proud reply. "But it would 
have to be during the day; I don't think they tape at 
night."

Robin stared down at her feet, blushing at the thought that 
almost anything she wanted was within Sharon's reach. She 
began to feel more spoiled than royalty.

"Sharon, you don't have to do all of this for me, I..."

Before Robin could finish her sentence, Sharon gently took 
hold of her hand and guided it to her thigh.  Robin held 
her breath as her boss spoke.

"You know, I never did get to tell you exactly why I 
decided not to wear stockings tonight," she said, softly.

Sliding her dress up as she had done with Robin's, Sharon 
let her assistant's hand rest on the skin of her exposed 
thigh.  Robin's heart began to pound within her chest.

"Sharon..."

"Do you feel it?" she sounded, letting out a deep sigh.

Robin's arm trembled as Sharon took hold of her wrist, 
slowly inching her hand farther up her leg.  The two took 
in a deep breath as Robin felt her fingers brush past the 
bare flesh of her vagina.

"Ohh..."

"And you thought you were pushing the envelope," Sharon 
whispered.

Looking up, Robin closed her eyes as she brought her lips 
to Sharon's with another kiss-- a kiss of passion, of 
release.  The two remained locked together as the limo 
jerked over a pothole.  Sharon looked up to see the driver 
staring at their kiss from the rear view mirror.  With a 
slight gesture of her finger, she calmly winked at the 
driver before reaching for the interior window button and 
shutting him out.

"Now I really feel like royalty," Robin giggled.

"I'll bet royalty isn't treated this well," Sharon mused, 
slowly lowering her head to Robin's neck.

With a soft caress, Robin felt Sharon's lips pass over her 
skin, kissing her neck, her collar, even her shoulders. The 
two began to giggle, trembling with excitement as the limo 
passed by the grand Sears Tower.

"Look," Robin stated, hardly above a whisper as she pointed 
towards the window.

Sharon smiled, withdrawing her lips and sitting up 
straight.

"I'll have to take you to the Skydeck sometime."

"It must be a beautiful sight," Robin sighed.

"Not as beautiful as some others," Sharon stated, gazing 
into her eyes.

Robin rested her head against the inside wall, where a 
cordless phone hung.  The wine was catching up to them 
both.

"So where are we really going?" she asked, still subtly 
caressing Sharon's thigh.

Slowly, Sharon ran a finger through her hair, as if in deep 
thought.  The bright lights danced on both her and Robin as 
the two sat locked in a silent communication.  The night 
was just beginning.

"Well...

--tab--

BOOM.   BOOM.   BOOM.

The sound engulfed the pair as soon as the door of the club 
closed behind them. It was almost palpable -- in her mind, 
Robin saw the sound waves wash around her, splashing into 
audio foam around her bare shoulders. Her hand tightened on 
Sharon's as their eyes adjusted to the dim light of the 
foyer.

Sharon squeezed back. "Welcome to Club Petra," she said, 
not quite shouting.

"How did you get us past that line," Robin club-spoke back. 
"It stretched around the block!"

"I know the owner," Sharon replied, "and those big mugs at 
the door! Besides, we are just their type of clientele!"

"What type is that?" Robin asked.

Sharon opened her mouth, paused, then smiled. "The 
glamorous type," she finally replied, then kissed Robin 
lightly on the mouth. "Let's dance!"

The foyer opened into the club's main room -- Robin blinked 
as she took in the flashing lights and the pulsing, 
throbbing crowd. A tossing sea of heads stretched away to 
where a DJ with her hair in thousands of small braids spun 
on a raised platform. Robin couldn't tell if her hair was 
different colors, or if it was just the lighting.

At the entrance end of the hall was a long bar, behind 
which a dozen or so bartenders were smoothly trading booze 
for cash. Between the bar and the dance floor was a small 
open space, kept from being annexed by the crowd on the 
dance floor by a rope barrier. It looked rather like part 
of a wrestling arena, but as Sharon led Robin along the 
cleared floor space, Robin ran her hand along the thick 
ropes and found they were velvet.

Reaching the opening in the fence, Sharon turned, gave 
Robin a brilliant smile, took her hands, and then they were 
dancing.

--

Two songs in, and Robin was getting the hang of club 
dancing. (It was nothing like line dancing, which was the 
only sort of dance hall she'd been to!) It wasn't as bouncy 
as she had thought -- it was more sinuous, more in the hips 
and the torso than in the legs. Less kicking, more 
undulating.

Sharon didn't kick at all -- she almost slid around the 
dance floor. Crowded as it was, that meant sliding around 
Robin, brushing against her, pushing into her and slowly 
gyrating, until Robin wasn't at all sure how much of the 
heat she was feeling was from the dancing and how much was 
excitement at Sharon's touch.

The song spun down, leaving only a pulsing back beat as the 
DJ changed records. Sharon mimed getting a drink. Lots of 
the girls -- the patrons seemed to be mostly women, which 
Robin guessed was due to the bouncers at the door -- had 
been using little drink bulbs, plastic squeeze bottle-like 
things, which let them be taken on the dance floor. Robin  
started to follow, but Sharon indicated that she should 
stay.

Then Robin was alone, and the music started again. Not 
knowing what else to do, Robin began to sway. She'd danced 
alone before, although never in a place like this.

Moving in time, she looked around at the other dancers. 
Some of them were in really exotic outfits -- her nice 
black evening dress seemed to fit in just on the 'normal' 
side of acceptable. There was a slim redhead in a dress 
made of small mirrors linked with wire, a blonde in blue 
plastic pants and bikini top, and one of the few men she 
saw was wearing leather pants and some sort of leather 
strap harness instead of a shirt, a big metal ring at the 
center of his chest. There were lots of people in black 
leather, she realized.

That had to be hot. As Robin slowly rotated in place, she 
spotted a dark-haired woman with pale, almost white skin in 
an incredibly tight burgundy corset. "Speaking of 
uncomfortable," Robin thought. Then she realized that the 
woman was looking back at her, and blushed.

Robin managed a small smile.

The woman in the corset did not smile back, but danced her 
way over to Robin. Robin licked her lips, and started to 
say something, but the woman put a gloved finger over 
Robin's mouth, and slid behind her, swaying to the music.

Robin didn't know what to do, so she just kept dancing. Was 
this okay? She was with Sharon, after all, but Sharon had 
told her to wait here. She felt hands on her hips, and the 
woman in the corset was slowly pushing against her back.

The woman circled her, powder blue eyes briefly looking 
into Robin's, then was behind her again. Robin felt hands 
at her wrists, then her arms were slowly drawn behind her. 
There was silk under her fingertips. She was holding that 
waist, that incredibly thin waist, and her hands were held 
there, locked in dance with this strange woman.

She looked up to find another woman approaching, a blonde 
in a white dress so tight Robin could see her navel. The 
woman in the corset had not released her, but pulled 
Robin's arms further, behind her own corseted back, until 
the two of them were pressed together, moving like one 
body, Robin's hands behind, red corset's in front, placed 
possessively on her hip bones.

The woman in white danced up to Robin, not stopping until 
she too was pressed against her. Her hands joined the 
corseted woman's at Robin's hips, and the three women moved 
as one to the pulsing, demanding beat. Robin's eyes flicked 
to the woman-in-white's and were caught in their golden 
brown depths, glittering with sensual abandon. Where corset 
was serious and cool, white dress had a smile flickering 
just below the surface, occasionally flashing onto her 
face, then retreating to her eyes.

Red corset returned Robin's arms to her. Robin's fingertips 
were almost reluctant to leave the silk of the
corset. Fingers interlocked with those of the woman in 
white, the dark-haired beauty peeled the blonde off of 
Robin and clung to her, the two strange women now embracing 
each other in front of a hot and sweaty Robin.

Still moving, Robin watched them grind against each other. 
Was that what she had looked like, pressed between them? It 
was...

"That was hot," Sharon said from beside her. Robin jumped.

Sharon laughed, and held out a little plastic bottle. "Have 
some joy juice," she said. Robin took it as Sharon
gestured to a tall woman next to her. "This is Patricia, 
who runs this place."

Patricia was wearing a white men's shirt, which was wet 
enough that seeing the black PVC bikini under it was almost 
mandatory. The bikini matched a pair of thigh-high black 
boots.

"Having a good time?" Patricia asked.

"Oh, um, yeah," Robin managed. She sucked on the bottle, 
which was cool and fruit-tasting.

"Fabulous," Patricia said. She leaned over to kiss Sharon 
on the cheek. "Have fun love." She turned back to Robin. 
"Nice to meet you," she told Robin, and moved towards the 
two women who had been dancing with her. Red corset swung 
their embrace open like a door, and Patricia stepped in.

A familiar hand was on Robin's back. "So," Sharon said, 
"Shall we dance?"

--

The pulse from yet another song tugged at Robin's 
glistening back as an equally glowing Sharon pulled her
towards the foyer. Robin turned to look back at the 
glittering, throbbing crowd, already bouncing in time to
the new music. White dress, red corset, PVC bikini -- they 
were all in there, still dancing, still losing themselves 
in the music and the swirl of the crowd. Robin wondered if 
she'd see them again, and, even if she did, if she'd 
recognize them in the world outside the club doors.

Then, to her surprise, red corset winked at her from where 
she danced with a girl in what appeared to be all fishnet, 
and Robin found herself blushing. She managed a small 
smile, then hurried off after Sharon.

"Enjoy yourself?" Sharon asked in the foyer, pulling her 
cell phone from her glittery little purse. She flipped it 
open; hit a speed dial button.

"That was crazy," Robin answered, "but it was so much fun!" 
She flipped a long strand of hair from her eyes, only to 
have it swing right back. "Oh," she said, "my hair is 
ruined. I must look like a complete mess." 

"Of course it's loud," Sharon said into the phone, "it's a 
dance club. Yes, come get us. Ten minutes? Great. We'll be 
out front in ten." She closed the phone, looked at Robin. 
"A mess?" She smiled, a wicked impulse flickering at the 
corners of her mouth.

"Yes," she said, voice lower, "a mess. Just like a hot 
fudge sundae, when the fudge has melted the ice cream and 
it's run all over the plate." Her hand brushed Robin's 
cheek, circled under her arm to pull her close. "A 
delicious, irresistible mess."

In contrast to the driving beat from the dance floor, the 
kiss was long, and slow, and soft. When it finally ended, 
Robin found herself looking deep into Sharon's eyes, and a 
thrill ran through her just from staring into them that was 
ten times as powerful as the kiss.

"Oh," Robin thought, "I am so in love."

They stared into each other for a long moment. The music 
changed tempo. Then they both spoke at the same time:

"So-"

"Tha-"

A pause, then they laughed, holding each other. Sharon 
guided Robin to her center for another long kiss, hungrier 
this time.

--kelly--

Time seemed suspended as they kissed, their bodies close 
together. Robin could feel her heart pounding in her chest 
in time with the bass of the beat coming from the dance 
floor.

Robin was only vaguely aware of the numerous clubbers who 
passed through the foyer. Twelve hours ago she would have 
been mortified at the thought of carrying on so in public, 
but now her only concern was the caress of Sharon's hand 
and the taste of Sharon's lips.

"Our ride is probably here by now," Sharon mentioned when 
their lips had parted.

"Okay. Where to next?" Robin asked.

"I was thinking that we should head back to the hotel."

"I'm not tired," Robin protested.

"Neither am I..." Sharon smiled.

"Wha...? Oh..." It dawned on Robin what Sharon meant: her 
boss wanted to have sex. With her. Robin. A slight panic 
gripped her.

Sharon must have felt Robin's apprehension. "I want us to 
spend the rest of the night together, Robin, but only if 
you're comfortable."

"I... I don't know if I am, or will be,' Robin confessed. 
"But I'm willing to find out!"

"Good," Sharon said. "Let's get going then!" She took 
Robin's arm in hers, and together the two women walked out 
of the club to the limo waiting at the curb.


CHAPTER III

The ride back to the hotel seemed too short to Robin, but 
perhaps that was because she and Sharon spent the whole 
ride making out in the back seat. The bright lights of the 
nightlife of Chicago sped past their window, but Robin 
cared for nothing but the taste of Sharon's lips, the scent 
of Sharon's perfume, and the touch of Sharon's thigh 
against her own.

A polite knock on the divider from their driver let them 
know that they had reached their final destination for the 
evening. Both women spent a few moments fixing their make-
up and straightening their hair before opening the door and 
exiting the car.

They held hands in the elevator up to the eleventh floor. 
They went right to Sharon's room, pausing briefly at the 
door for Sharon to fish her card-key out of her purse.

Kissing resumed as they entered Sharon's room. Sharon 
lightly kicked the door closed, then led Robin over next to 
the queen-sized bed.

"Take your dress off," Sharon said to Robin, her voice just 
slightly above a whisper. "I want to see how you look in 
your new lingerie."

Sharon took two steps back from Robin and watched intently 
as Robin reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper. 
Robin peeled her dress of her shoulders and wriggled out of 
it as it dropped to the floor in a silky pool at her feet.

"You are so beautiful," Sharon told Robin, who felt her 
whole body blush at the compliment. "More than I had 
imagined."

"You've been imagining me like this?" Robin asked.

"Yes, my dear assistant." Sharon began to take slow, tiny 
steps back towards Robin. "I've wanted to see you. Touch 
you. Feel you. Taste you." Sharon was now right up next to 
Robin. She cupped Robin's breasts in her hands, squeezing 
them softly, her palms brushing against Robin's nipples
through the silky bra.

"Sharon..." Robin started.

"Shh. Not yet," Sharon interrupted. She pushed down the 
cups of Robin's bra, exposing Robin's bare breasts. Robin 
felt a jolt of pleasure as Sharon's lips closed around her 
left nipple. She enjoyed the sensation for a few seconds, 
then Sharon moved her mouth over to Robin's other breast, 
and the wonderful feeling began anew. Then Sharon moved her 
head up and kissed Robin one more time with fire and 
passion.

When at last they parted their embrace, Sharon once again 
stood back from Robin. "I'm going into the bathroom for a 
couple of minutes," Sharon announced. "You have a decision 
to make: You can, if you wish, return to your own room. In 
the morning, it will be as if none of this has happened; 
you will go back to being my capable assistant, and I your 
boss. This evening will be nothing more than a pleasant
dream.

"Or, you may stay, and we'll have a night of pleasure 
together the likes of which you've never before
experienced. We'll make love through the night, hold each 
other's naked bodies as we watch the sun rise, then make 
love again in the dawn of a new day.

"I'll know your decision when I return."

Robin watched intently as Sharon went into the bathroom and 
closed the door. Her heart was pounding; her hands were 
sweaty. To leave now would be the safest thing to do; to 
stay would change her life forever.

She had just about made up her mind, when suddenly there 
was a knock on the door from outside...

--sara--

She was lost for a moment as she worried over what to do. 
If it was another surprise friend of Sharon's, it might 
create an embarrassing scene. Her hair was completely 
disheveled, she was in lingerie... it would look bad. And 
if it was a surprise lover, it might be even worse. 

For everyone.

Insecurity clutched at her out of nowhere. Would staying be 
the swan song of her career? Sure, she wanted sex and so 
did Sharon... but was it only a childish fantasy to believe 
that Sharon might actually love her in return? She wanted 
to believe that this would be the start of something much 
better, but she also knew that business and love didn't 
mix, in the end. It was a common story, and she was in 
danger of acting out a part so many had played before.

She grabbed her clothes and purse. She had to leave. Tears 
began to form. So close!

The knock came again, louder this time. Seven raps. Someone 
was quite serious about seeing Sharon. She stood at the 
foot of the bed, frozen in place. She'd never felt so 
vulnerable and exposed in her life.

A pair of hands circled her waist from behind. Her head 
went dizzy as the touch electrified her skin, making the 
roof of her mouth tickle. "I'm glad you decided to stay," 
came a whisper in her ear. The hands moved upward to cup 
her breasts as her nipples became tight She felt her knees 
collapse as she was pulled backwards to sit on the bed 
between Sharon's thighs. She could feel the soft, thick 
terrycloth of Sharon's robe against her back, bringing her 
hope to life again, along with more than a little desire.

Robin stammered a little as she spoke. "Some - someone's at 
- at the door."

"I do love Chicago," said Sharon, as she kissed behind 
Robin's ear and slipped out from underneath her. She padded 
to the door as she continued, "You can always get what you 
want, whenever you want it. Provided you know the right 
people, of course."

Robin had no choice but to wait as Sharon opened the door 
to greet the surprise guest. She heard the soft
conversation of someone understanding that they had 
interrupted something intimate.

"Sharon Parker?" Robin cringed as she heard the female 
voice.

"Yes, that's right. Just put them inside the door."

"Yes, ma'am."

There was the sound of rustling, of boxes being set down 
gently.

"Thank you. Here you are."

"No trouble at all ma'am. Glad to be of service!"

Sharon sauntered back from the small hallway, untying her 
robe as she walked. She smiled at Robin, and pressed her 
assistant's knees apart as she placed her breasts inches 
from the young woman's face.

Robin could smell the light perfume Sharon had put on while 
in the bathroom. Her nostrils flared - a sign of both her 
desire and fear. "What was that all about?" she said, her 
voice cracking as she tried to appear casual.

"Just a delivery. Something in case you stayed."

"You thought I'd be gone?"

"I was hoping not."

"So what is it?"

"Something for later. Something for fun. Something for you. 
Something you'll never forget," said Sharon. She put a 
wicked smile on her face and cocked her head, as if 
considering something.

"Robin, how long have you been in love with me?"

Robin was overcome shattering vulnerability and shock. She 
looked down and away, not wanting to meet Sharon's eyes, 
afraid of what she would see there.

Her voice was a whisper. "How did you know?"

"Robin. Darling," answered Sharon, caressing her 
assistant's cheek with one hand, "I make my living reading 
people, seeing through their intricate facades. It's likely 
I know some things about you that you don't even know 
yourself. But you haven't answered my question."

"Do you remember my interview?"

It was Sharon's turn to be surprised. "Since then?"

"No, but almost. Sharon, I might as well be honest with 
you... I've loved you this whole time. But I didn't think 
you would... like the idea much. And it's been strange for 
me, too. I thought love between women was, well, was 
something for perverts and tomboys."

Robin felt the hand on her cheek gently pull. She relented, 
her eyes coming to rest in Sharon's. "And now?"

"Well, now I guess I'm either a pervert or a tomboy," said 
Robin, gazing into what felt like eternity. "Not that I'm 
complaining."

The kiss was on her, taking her somewhere she had only 
dreamed just hours before, beyond the lust in which she'd 
been bathing. She felt the bed pressing into the back of 
her head and realized she'd fallen backwards, and that 
Sharon was on top of her, passion flashing between them 
like tiny electric shocks.

She let herself fall into the joy of the moment, into the 
realization of her dream. Her legs curled behind Sharon's 
pulling her closer and tighter, as her hands played over 
the loose robe, basking in the feeling of having the love 
of her life in her arms.

Sharon pulled back from the kiss briefly, and then pecked 
her on the cheek. "Whoa, darling. We need to get out of 
these..."

Robin lay still in the quiet as Sharon pulled down the 
stockings and dropped them to the floor. As she removed her 
robe, she knelt at the foot of the bed and began to kiss 
and lick the insides of her charge's thighs.

Robin could feel the breath, the heat, the rhythm growing 
inside of her. There was no turning back, now. Sharon had 
been right. Tonight was for them, and for pleasure.

"God, take them off, Sharon, please!" she blurted out as 
the teasing tongue became unbearable. She felt Sharon's 
tongue lick up the length of her pussy through the thin 
material, almost as if it wasn't there. Her legs jerked and 
she moaned loudly as the pleasure erupted through her.

"Take off your what?" said Sharon, giggling.

"My panties, my panties!" cried Robin. "Take off my 
panties!"

"I was just waiting for you to ask, precious," said Sharon. 
Giggling, she added, "It's time for you to learn
about mergers and acquisitions, dear..."

--Eye-

"Teach me..."

Sharon's strong fingers hooked the edges of the sheer 
panties and teased them over Robin's hips. "You have such 
beautiful thighs," she whispered to Robin, and planted a 
kiss on her bare hip.

Those thighs tickled with flames from deep in her bones. 
Blood pressed through her nipples and raced through her 
clitoris. The heated nubs called to be touched. Robin 
lifted her hips, trying to push against Sharon.

"Oh, you're so eager. That's so exciting. You weren't sure 
to begin with, but you're so hot for it now. I have to slow 
myself down."

And the soaked red panties were teased over her hot 
nipples.

"No...please...I want..." Robin gasped.

Sharon pinched the nipple firmly. Robin felt the wet silky 
fabric catch hold of her nipple between Sharon's
fingertips. A hot storm lashed in that captured soft 
nugget. "Tell me what you want."

"Want your tongue..."

"Where?" she teased with widened eyes.

"Ohh...my clit."

"Since you insist." Sharon moved down between her legs, but 
those fingers plucked repeatedly at her nipples.

She stretched and spread her legs. The sheets beneath the 
curve of her ass were damp with the heat running between 
her thighs. The tongue tip explored, danced, and gentled. 
The first moan was hers, but Sharon echoed it a moment 
later.

The excitement in her boss' voice almost made her come.

Robin strained. Her heels found Sharon's ass cheeks and 
tried to tug her closer. The tiny wiggle of Sharon's ass 
told a little story. Her boss was a loving playful scamp.

The last shadows of Robin's doubt fled before the fire.

This was welcome heat. Robin fell deeply into the fires of 
her passion for Sharon. The burning and trembling was 
beyond what she might have imagined. She reached for 
Sharon, finding sinfully smooth shoulders.

Sharon's head came up, her lips searching, and kissed her 
fingers.

"No, don't stop!" Robin said.

"I don't plan to, my sopping pussycat. Move towards me a 
bit."

Robin complied.

"Roll over on your belly."

"Wha-?" She giggled. "I won't be able to see." But she was 
already turning over. Robin reflected there wasn't anything 
that could stop this. It was too good.

"After I'm through with you, your eyes will be crossed so 
hard, you won't be able to see for days." Sharon's voice 
was intense with promise.

A tickle of lust nibbled at Robin's breasts and she 
squirmed her chest into the sheets. "I think that's exactly
what I want."

Sharon breathed across her cunt lips. "Spread your arms 
wide. Wrap your hands in the loose sheet. Hold on because 
I'm going to lick you until your eyes cross."

Robin moaned when the nose and tongue touched her wetness. 
Perhaps it was the intensity to everything Sharon did, or 
maybe it was the words themselves, plucked from the air in 
the lusty moment, but Robin grabbed the sheets tighter and 
felt her cunt flame as the tongue traced her desire.

Moaning louder and tingling with near orgasm, Robin 
stretched her hands further apart, holding the sheet with a 
white-knuckle grip. The wicked tongue traced another 
circuit around her sweet molten core.

Her breath couldn't come fast enough. Robin ground her 
breasts into the bed.

The first come seemed to slice her in half with a wash of 
fire. But her body didn't stop there and neither did 
Sharon.

Robin lost track of the bliss.


CHAPTER IV


She woke up in her Chicago hotel room and saw a naked woman 
standing at the foot of her bed. She blinked her eyes twice 
and then she remembered.

"Ohh, I must be in heaven..." Robin closed her eyes and 
opened them slowly, wondering if the angel would still be 
there.

Sharon grinned back at her. "Well, I'm hungry. Are you 
getting up, or do I leave you here? I want some breakfast 
before we start again."

"Again?" Robin groggily pushed herself up a bit. A tingle 
of anticipation started in her pussy.

"But first, I want you to help me with this." She waved a 
palmed object in her hand.

Robin stared at it until her mind puzzled out the shape. 
She sat up suddenly wide-awake. "Where did that come from?"

A laugh. "Don't you remember the toy delivery last night?" 
Sharon crawled onto the bed. She began to tease the 
luminous pink shape through her snatch. "I told you I love 
having a secret underneath my dress. I want to go to 
breakfast with this in my ass. You can too, if you like. 
There's another just like it."

A quick swallow, Robin leaned in and kissed Sharon. "Well, 
the surprise is that neither of us are tomboys. What do I 
do?"

"The whole thing is mostly gel. The narrow end goes in and 
the round end is held between my cheeks. When I sit on it, 
the part inside me gets larger as the round knob is 
compressed. It's lovely and very wicked." Sharon expertly 
rolled the shape through her luscious slickness. Then she 
kissed Robin, handing her the buttplug.

"And there's another one for me?" Robin's heart pounded. 
She was so wet.

"If you like..." Sharon winked.

"Oh, I like." Robin kissed the pink shape, so soft, so 
naughty, and ran her free hand down Sharon's back. The tip 
of the plug eased into Sharon's ass. The heat of her cheeks 
on Robin's hand encouraged a slow but determined entry.

Then it snugged in place.

"So hot." Sharon wiggled her ass. "Imagine us sitting down 
to breakfast. This is just the beginning lover."

"No," Robin laughed, "it's the cheeky end."


The End 


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