The Temptations of Babylon 3 

Part II


I was looking down at the people crowding around one
of the cable cars heading up California Street when
someone cleared their throat behind me. I whipped
around. Behind me was a beautiful brunette wearing a
short blue dress and white heels. She looked
sophisticated, like she belonged in an expensive
apartment like this. I wondered if she was a neighbor.

"Excuse me," I said.

"Hi. I'm Christine," she said. I felt as though she
expected me to know that name.

"I'm Mike. I live here now," I said.

"I know that. Didn't Ms. Sharp tell you about us?" she
asked coming over to stand by the window with me.

"I don't know. Tell the truth this has been a complete
whirl. She mentioned some people who worked for Uncle
Jack," I said.

"That's me, and the other girls," she said. "We
thought about all four of us coming up but I thought
you might be a bit overwhelmed, meeting all four of us
at the same time."

"I am a bit overwhelmed, all right." I turned and
looked out the window and took a moment to get my
bearings. Four women, all working for Uncle Jack and
now they work for me. Things could be worse.

"I love the view from up here," she said. "It makes me
feel powerful, like I'm on top of the world."

"Christine?"

"Yes, Mike. Do you mind me calling you Mike?" she
asked.

I laughed. "God, no. I'm already tired of people
calling me Mr. Kane. Could I ask a question?" She
nodded so I continued, "What exactly did you do for
Uncle Jack?"

"He never talked about us?" I shook my head. "I guess
we have the advantage then. He told us a lot about
you. Like the time he took you to the Market Street
Cinema."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks. 

"You're blushing. That's cute. You don't need to
blush. We all understand about a man's needs. Tara,
you'll meet her later, was working at the Cinema when
Jack met her," she said.

"She was working in _that_ place?" I asked.

"Hmm. Maybe Jack was wrong." She went over and sat on
a long couch facing me. "Did you enjoy the Cinema?"

"Well, yes," I admitted.

"Jack said you told him it was the best experience of
your life," she said.

"I think I said it was the best sexual experience."

"I stand corrected - the best _sexual_ experience. So
then you appreciate the experience Delilah gave you?"
she asked.

She even remembered the girl's name. "Yes, I suppose."

"Suppose nothing, yes or no?" she asked crossing her
legs. Those were fine legs and I was momentarily
distracted. "Quit ogling my legs and answer," she
said.

"Yes."

"Good. I hope you will be consistent then in your
beliefs. If she was doing something equally wonderful,
I hope you will consider that Tara was doing something
wonderful when she worked at the Cinema," she finished
and looked up at me.

I thought for a few moments. She had a point. "Of
course I could say that what was wonderful for me, I
don't consider wonderful for others. I might even
believe that, at least emotionally. But Uncle Jack
would kick my butt from his grave if I did." Christine
smiled at me and nodded. I went on, "But you dodged my
question. What did you do for Uncle Jack?"

She smiled. "Haven't learned patience yet. That's
okay. We'll teach you. Patience is a great virtue."
She stood and wandered around the room as she spoke.
"The main thing we did for Jack was be his friends. He
didn't have many real friends left. His two business
partners had both retired when he hired me. I was the
second girl he hired." 

She turned and looked at me. "Sixteen years to answer
your question. I have been working for Jack for
sixteen years. I was sixteen when he hired me so I'm
thirty two now."

"Sixteen?"

"Years or age? Yes, I was sixteen. Believe me, I was
happy coming to work for Jack." She turned and walked
over to a bar against the wall. "Something to drink?"

"Sure?"

"I'll have to learn your preferences," she said her
eyes slightly lowered and her voice with just a hint
of a husk.

Jesus. I felt that all the way to my toes. "Umm, how
about wine?"

"Red or white?" she asked.

"Either."

"Red then. It is supposed to have aphrodisiac
properties." She poured some wine into two crystal
glasses and brought them over. We clinked glasses and
each took a sip. Her eyes bored into mine over the lip
of her glass as she drank.

She turned away and continued looking over her
shoulder at me, "As I said, mostly we are Jack's
friends. We also do the cooking, as he couldn't heat
water without screwing it up. Saeyong is the best
cook. Holly is just starting to learn her way around
the kitchen. Jack sent me and Saeyong to classes at
the California Culinary Academy. Some of the girls who
have worked for Jack are now cooks at the best
restaurants in town after taking classes at CCA. We
run errands. We give massages. All of us have had
massage training. You'll like it."

"You, Saeyong and Holly. That's three." I said. "And
Tara, four."

"Yes. I'm senior. Saeyong is next. She's twenty-nine
and started working for Jack when she was twenty-two.
Tara is twenty-three and has been working for Jack
since she was seventeen. And Holly is the new kid.
She's eighteen and has been here about a year. That is
the staff."

"Are they all as beautiful as you?" I asked. "I mean,
are they... What I'm saying is..."

She interrupted, "Mike, don't ever apologize for
telling a woman she's beautiful. She might think you
didn't mean it." She took a slow sip of wine, her eyes
never leaving mine.

"I meant it."

"Thank you. I'll let you decide about the others," she
said.

I was following Christine around as she talked. On
this side of the room, we were looking north to
Chinatown with Fisherman's Wharf beyond and the Golden
Gate Bridge rising further to the north. I thought,
`The views from Jack's place are amazing.' Then I
remembered, they were my views. "Christine, do you
ever get tired of the views?"

She looked my way and then followed my eyes out to the
panorama spread before us. "No. I've never gotten
tired of them. They change with the season and the
weather. I'll admit to maybe taking them for granted
sometimes. You know, you get busy and you don't stop
to notice. But when I stop and look, no, I never have
gotten tired of it. It is a beautiful city. Sometimes,
the fog rolls in, and it is a low layer. We are above
it here. Sometimes at night it covers the city so only
an eerie light comes up through the fog. I look out
and see just the very tops of the tallest buildings
rising up out of the fog. It looks like Heaven,
buildings rising straight out of the clouds. A magical
city built in the clouds." She gazed off into the
distance.

I wanted to see it. I hoped it would be soon. We stood
in silence for a while. Then Christine shook her head
and laughed at herself before setting her wine down. I
continued looking out at the city.

I heard behind me, "I guess it's time I really
answered the question you've been trying to ask, but
couldn't."

I turned. Christine was sitting on one of the white
chairs. Her legs spread, her dress riding up above her
hips. She wasn't wearing anything under the dress. I
stared at her pussy. My ability to speak suddenly
taken away.

She smiled and asked, "You like?" I nodded. She stood
and the dress fell back covering her pussy breaking
the hypnotic hold it had on me. I looked up at her
smiling face. "Let me show you the bedroom."

She led me past the kitchen and down a short hallway
which opened into an expansive room. This room too,
had floor to ceiling, wall to wall windows. Jack must
have liked expansive views. I could see City Hall and
the Opera House. In the center of the room was the
biggest bed I had ever seen in my life. You could have
had a party in that bed. Over on one side was the
bathroom. 

Christine waited while I wondered around. "Where the
hell did Uncle Jack get a bed like this?"

She laughed. "A specialty place that makes beds for
hotels. It's big enough for a crowd. The problem is
getting linens that fit. You'll like the bed. Let me
show you."

She walked over and draped her arms around my neck and
waited. I knew she was waiting for me to kiss her. So
I did. It was a deliciously long kiss. As we broke the
kiss, Christine moaned a little and said, "Nice. Just
so you know, part of our contract specifies that all
four of us must use birth control and also none of us
are allowed to have sex with anyone else. So we are
safe."

"Christine this feels wrong." She raised her eyebrows.
"I mean, you being forced to..."

"Do I look like I'm being forced?" she asked. 

"You said the contract specifies... Well, what does it
specify?" I asked.

She gave me that sultry look again that I could feel
down in my fruit. 'How the hell does she do that?' I
wondered. "Let's talk about contracts later," as she
leaned in and kissed me. Oh Lord. Bible class never
prepared me for this.

She pushed my shirt over my head barely breaking the
kiss long enough for it to clear. Then her hand cupped
my dick. It felt wrong, what she was doing. But damned
if it didn't feel joyously right. I was conflicted.
Her hand was massaging my cock through my pants. I
would have done anything she asked me to at that
point. Lucky for me, the Devil won this round.

She stepped back and grabbed the hem of the dress she
was wearing and in a single smooth motion, pulled it
over her head and tossed it aside. I drank in her
nudity, her body. It was so deliciously sinful. 

Christine stepped over to me, grabbed my face and
pulled me into a soul searing kiss. This girl knew how
to kiss. I felt my toes curling. My balls pulled up
against my body as blood rushed into my cock.

She pushed against me and I felt myself falling. She
landed on top of me on the bed, still kissing. She was
dragging her nails down my chest and across my belly.
My muscles were trembling from the sensation. She
broke the kiss, smiled a devilish little smile and
dipped down to kiss and lick my nipples. I had never
had that done to me and it was exciting and disturbing
at the same time. Aren't girls supposed to have their
nipples licked, not guys?

Her hand was massaging my cock as she continued down.
When she reached the belt, she quickly undid the pants
and pulled them down. She pulled off my shoes and then
pants. Smiling, she put one hand of each leg and slid
slowly upward, while holding my eye with hers. The
anticipation was exquisite and awful at the same time.
She hovered over my cock her fingers almost touching
it. "Would you like me to...?"

"What?' I asked frantically.

"Suck your cock," she said.

"Yes," I croaked.

Her hands wrapped around my cock and held it upright.
Still holding my eye with hers, she extended her
tongue and brought it to the tip of my cock. I moaned
as her tongue lapped around the tip of my cock. Then
she took it into her mouth. Christine's head started
to bob on my cock and her hand was jacking me at the
same time. I hadn't had a woman touch my cock since
Delilah had given me such a thrill. I felt the
contractions start. I tried to warn her but I the
words were frozen in my throat. I felt the cum
bursting forth. Christine moaned as my cum landed in
her mouth. I felt her tongue and lips working my cock
as I emptied myself into her waiting mouth. She milked
the last of my cum from my cock. "Nice," she said.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry for what?" she asked.

"I came so quick and in your mouth," I answered.

Still holding my cock she said, "I like cum." I was
surprised. She liked cum? Stroking my cock she said,
"And it looks like you are going to be ready again
soon, so what's to be sorry about."

I was feeling a bit self-conscious. It was obvious
that she knew what she was doing. "Christine, I um, I
don't have a lot of experience and you..."

She laughed, "And you're worried." I nodded. "Don't
worry." She looked at it and said, "This rascal will
do just fine."

"Will you teach me?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "I would love to teach you,
everything."

Damn, she did it again. The way she said `everything'
was electric. I realized there were real advantages in
learning from an `older' woman. I had much to learn
about pleasing a woman and it was apparent she would
be able to teach me well. "Teach me," I said.

She smiled. "I'd love to. You'd be surprised how much
of it comes naturally. The rest you can learn." She
had continued stroking my cock and it was hard again.
She slid up until she was sitting over my loins. I
watched as she rose up, lined up my cock and slide
down over it. Oh Lord was that exquisite. "You like?"

"Yes," I moaned.

Christine started moving on my cock. It wasn't long
before I felt myself getting close to cumming.
Suddenly, she stopped. I started to thrust but she
said, "Stop."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"You asked to learn. The first thing to learn is to
control your orgasm," she said. I wanted nothing more
than to cum and she was going to keep me from it.
`No,' I almost screamed. But I wanted to please her as
well. I felt myself edging away from the climax. When
I had cooled down, Christine started again. As I got
close, she stopped. It was easier this time. She did
that a few more times.

"Now you get on top," she said as she rolled to the
side. She led my cock to her opening and I slid in.
"Slowly," she said as I started out. I got close again
and she said, "Slow down, hold back."

Exquisite had become excruciating, but it was also
incredible. I had never felt anything like this
before. I was losing myself in the feelings. I could
feel every small touch of our bodies as they moved
together. "Now," she whispered but it as if she had
screamed it in my ear. 

I let my mind and body go. I slammed into Christine
the tide of passion rising to heights I had never felt
before, never really imagined. I was cumming. I heard
Christine crying out her own climax which stepped mine
up. I emptied my being into her. 

Drained, I collapsed onto her. Her fingers were
grasping at me and I felt the last contractions of her
pussy on my cock. 

After, we cuddled on the bed petting each other.
Christine said, "You are a good pupil." 

I smiled at her, "Thanks."

She stroked my face. "I'll teach you how to please a
woman completely. How to be a wonderful and creative
lover."

"I'd like that." 

We lay entwined on the bed for some time. When she got
up, I watched her walk, her ass moving so
delightfully. But at the same time I was feeling
uneasy about what had just transpired. I didn't love
this woman. We had just met an hour ago and here I
was, watching her naked body and lying in bed smelling
of sex. My mind recoiled and I had to close my eyes. 

I heard her say, "Come on. The spa is upstairs."

I followed her up a spiral staircase which led to a
door. I went through the door and onto the roof. It
was a garden. One thing about San Francisco is it
never gets too hot or too cold, so flowers grow all
year. The whole area was a profusion of flowers and
vines trailing down from their containers. All around
the area were baskets full of flowers and vines
hanging down to the ground. Next to the door was a
Jacuzzi spa, already heated and steaming.

"Jump in," she said.

"In a minute." I wandered out and then stopped. I was
naked. I looked around in a panic. Then I realized
that no one could see into this spot. I still felt
funny walking around outside with no clothes.

"Hungry?" she asked.

I looked at her, so tall and willowy, her small
breasts, her triangle trimmed so provocatively, hair
framing her face, she looked just as elegant and yet
natural standing there nude as she had earlier with
that blue dress. I didn't understand how she could be
so casual. "Yes. That sounds good."

She smiled and headed back downstairs to the kitchen.
I wondered what she had done before she came to work
for Uncle Jack. Tara had worked at what amounted to a
brothel. Were these girls nothing more than high
priced whores? Uncle Jack seemed a free spirit, surely
he was too smart to be taken in by a bunch of whores.
Why were these girls here?

Christine returned with a tray piled high with finger
foods, a bottle of wine and two glasses. She set
everything down by the Jacuzzi. She smiled at me and
then slipped into the water and turned on the jets.
"Feels fine," she said as the water turned to froth
around her. 

I went over. She was neck deep in the steaming water
and smiled up at me. I put a foot in, yelped, and
pulled it back out.

"Don't be a sissy," she said. Christ, the damn water
was so hot I felt like it was burning me. But she was
immersed in it. Manhood demanded I jump in... I set one
foot in, grimaced, and put in the other. Slowly I sank
into the water. By the time my ass hit the water my
feet had quit sizzling. I nearly bounded back out when
that hot water hit my asscheeks. Christine was trying
to keep from laughing. That was it. I plopped all the
way in. I thought I was going to die. 

Christine reached up and poured two glasses of wine
and handed me one. I looked at the bottle, a Chablis
from Burgundy. I took a sip. "Nice," I said.

"It was one of Jack's favorites," she said. I saw her
eyes mist a bit and a dark cloud blew over. She shook
her head and then smiled. "Jack always believed in
life and living it to the fullest. Carpe Diem. To
Jack," she said lifting her glass.

"To Uncle Jack," I said and took another sip. Somehow,
the water had cooled significantly and I was no longer
burning up. I lay back and felt the heat drawing all
of the tension from me. Christine slid over bringing
the tray so we could both reach it. I took another sip
of the wine. Uncle Jack had been teaching me to
appreciate fine wine, the bouquet, the color, the
layers of flavor in a good wine, what distinguishes a
good wine. This was a very good wine. 

We both nibbled at the food and made small talk. As
the stress of the day was soaked from me by the heat
of the water it was replaced by a languor. I set the
glass down at one point, afraid I was going to spill
it. 

I heard a buzzer. "Shit," Christine said. She pushed
up from the Jacuzzi and crossed to a speaker on the
wall. "Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you but there is a delivery for Mr.
Kane," came the voice from the speaker.

She muttered a _damn_ and then pressed the button and
in a cheery voice said, "Can you bring it up Jerry?
I'll meet you at the elevator."

"No problem. I'll be right up."

"Sorry," she said to me. "I'll take care of it. Are
you expecting anything?" she asked. 

Trying to think, made difficult by the languorous
state I was in, I said, "No." Then I remembered, "Oh
wait. Ms. Sharp said he'd have my stuff delivered. It
couldn't get here so soon."

Christine laughed. "Oh yes it could. Jack said Sharp
is the best ambulance chaser in the city. I'm sure it
could. Be right back." She took off down the stairs. I
hoped she would grab a robe and put it on. Otherwise,
Jerry was in for a surprise.

She returned a few minutes later carrying a cardboard
box. "Jerry said these are your personal items,
toothbrush, shaver etc. They are going to do an
inventory Monday. You can check off what you want
brought over here from the inventory." She set the box
down on a table peering in. "Yep, looks like guy
stuff." She tossed the robe aside and joined me in the
Jacuzzi. "God, that feels good."

We ate a few more bites of food and finished off a
glass or two of the wine. Next thing I remember is
being startled awake. Christine was kicking my leg,
"Hey wake up. I don't want you to drown your first
day."

I shook my head trying to clear it, "Sorry."

Christine hit a button which turned off the jets. The
Garden was suddenly quiet. She rose like Venus from
the sea, hopped out and quickly toweled herself off.
Grabbing another large towel she came over, "Come on
out. I'll dry you off." I pulled myself out and stood
on the cool tile as she ran the towel over me. There
is a certain pleasure in being pampered, especially
when you aren't used to it. As she started on my back,
she pushed her body against mine and gently kissed me.
It felt wondrous but I can give an idea of how wiped
out I was that I didn't even feel a hint of erection
starting when this vision was rubbing her nipples over
my chest.

When I was dry, Christine led me downstairs and over
to the bed and pulled back the cover. I didn't even
remember turning out the lights. Christine must have
done it. I was fast asleep as soon as my head hit the
pillow