"The Arrangement"MF,FF(4/6)
Part  Four

	Soft footsteps could be heard behind the
double doors.  As one of them started to open,
Pamela was surprised not to find Victoria behind
it.  Instead there stood a young Asian woman
about five four.  Twenty-one with dark brown hair
and eyes, the pretty girl wore only the slightest of
makeup, just a little lipstick.  A small gold chain
with a cross at the end hung between her breasts,
the braless valley of which were very visible
beneath the half open blouse she was wearing.
	“Excuse me, I think I might have the
wrong apartment,”  Pamela Jean said as she
looked back at the doorbell to check the number.
“I’m looking for Victoria Baxter.”
	The pretty girl turned half around, jingling
the jade bracelet she wore.  She called out in a
strong but lyrical voice.
	“Vickie, there’s someone here to see you.”
	The blond was surprised to hear the girl
use the diminutive of Victoria’s name. Somehow,
she could never imagine her as a Vickie.
	“Please come in,”  the girl said.  “My
name’s Kim.”
	Pamela’s first reaction once she stepped
inside was that the apartment was even bigger
than she imagined.  Just the living room off the
foyer seemed bigger than her whole apartment.
Knowing what she paid for that, she cringed when
she thought of what this place must cost.
	“Can I get you something?”  Kim said,
“Vickie should be out in a few minutes.”
	“No thank you,”  Pamela said, wondering
who the girl was. “I’m fine.”
	“Well make yourself comfortable then.”
Kim said as she looked down and noticed how
open her shirt was. Quickly she buttoned it up.
	As she fixed her blouse, Pam noticed a
small gold pin on it.  A pin she had many times
seen Victoria wear as well.  She wondered what it
was for.
	“Well I’m out of here,”  Kim said as she
checked her appearance in the mirror in the foyer.
“Vickie, I’m going.”  she called out.
	The response from one of the bedrooms
was in a language Pam didn’t understand.  She
guessed it was something oriental since Kim
giggled when she heard it.  The young girl in turn
called back in what Pamela assumed was the same
language.
	“Well it was nice meeting you.”  she said
to Pamela in English as she moved for the door,
trying hard not to giggle.
	And now Pamela was alone once more,
but now for long.

	“You don’t know how happy I am that
you came here tonight.”  Victoria said as she
emerged from the bedroom.
	The brunette was dressed in a royal blue
evening gown that Pam was sure cost more than
she made in a month at any job.  Around her neck
was a diamond pendent suspended on a gold
chain.  The size of which told the younger woman
that it must’ve cost even more than the dress.
	Victoria moved quickly across the room to
Pamela, giving her a big hug when she reached
her.  Before she could react to that, Pam felt
Victoria’s lips pressing against her own.  They
were soft and pleasing, yet unyielding and forceful
at the same time.  For the briefest of moments, she
had felt Victoria’s tongue in her mouth.
	“Wow!”  Pamela Jean exhaled as Victoria
let go of her.  “That was some hello.”
	“I guess you didn’t see the sign at the
door,” Victoria laughed. “Abandon all inhibitions
ye who enter here.”
	“No, I guess I missed that when your
friend let me in,”  Pamela said, seeing a side of
Victoria she wouldn’t have imagined before.
Maybe there was a Vickie in there somewhere
after all.  “She seemed to be having a little
problem with her top when she answered the
door.”
	“Are we jealous already?”  Victoria
grinned as she walked over to the bar and poured
two glasses of champagne from a bottle already
on ice.  “I don’t remember exclusivity being part
of our agreement.  Besides, she’s just a friend of
mine who comes over in the afternoon’s to use my
gym.  She was just running a little behind schedule
this evening, that’s all.”
	“You have your own gym?”  Pamela asked
as she took the offered glass, thinking it was no
wonder Victoria managed to keep in such good
shape.
	“Just a few pieces of exercise equipment,
that's all,”  she said as she took a sip from her
glass.  “It saves time, and time is money as they
say.”

	Drink in hand, Victoria walked over to a
large oak entertainment center and turned on the
stereo.  Music appeared from speakers built into
the ceiling.  Pamela didn’t recognize the tune but
it had a nice beat to it.
	“Dance for me.”  Victoria said as she took
another taste of her champagne.
	“What?”  asked Pam who had just taken a
rather long drink of her own.
	“I want you to dance for me,”  Victoria
repeated as she sat on a tall stool by the bar.  “I
want you to move your body to the music.  I want
you to excite me, to entice me.

	Pamela took one last drink, draining the
glass, then put it down on the edge of the bar.
She moved to the center of the room and started
to sway to the music.  Raising her hands high into
the air, she swung her hips back and forth.  As she
did, her breasts heaved as well.
	“This is actually kind of fun,”  she thought
as she watched Victoria through the corner of her
eyes, noting the effect she was having on the older
woman.  “A lot nicer than the drop your pants and
spread your legs attitude most men gave her.”
	Pam ran her own hands up and down her
slowly gyrating form.  Across her hips and up to
the underside of her breasts.  She moved them
higher and felt her nipples grow hard beneath her
fingers.
	Victoria could feel her heart beating faster,
her breaths coming quicker.  She ran her fingers
across the bare skin above her dress, feeling the
warmth of her own flesh.
	The older woman slid off the stool and
moved to join Pamela Jean. She stepped behind
the dancing girl and began to mimic her motions.
Almost as one, the two danced to the music, their
bodies moving closer with each step.
	Pamela’s ass pressed against Victoria’s
pelvis, her bare back against her satin covered
breasts.  She reached around and replaced Pamela
hands with her own, sliding her own fingers
beneath the white material.
	“Ohhh,”  Pamela moaned as she felt her
hands on her.  “So soft.”
	Removing her hands, Victoria wrapped her
arms around Pamela and spun her around until
they were face to face, their breasts now pressing
against each other.  Their lips met with a passion
Pamela had never dreamed possible in the hatchet
lady.  A passion that made her want to surrender
to her desires.
	Victoria worked her way down the back of
Pamela’s dress, undoing it as she went.  Pamela
did the same.  Once done, they stepped back just
enough that they could slip out of their clothes.
	They stood in their undergarments.  Pam
in the green set she had bought, Victoria in a blue
lace set just as sheer.
	“That’s my favorite color,”  Victoria said
as she stepped forward and touched the half bra
that barely supported Pamela’s mounds. “And it’s
quite beautiful, as are you.”
	“It’s not very practical I’m  afraid.”  Pam
said.
	“It doesn’t have to be,”  Victoria said as
she leaned forward to kiss the top of her breasts.
“You won’t be wearing it long.” she grinned.
	With that, Victoria undid the small metal
clasp in the front of the green bra, releasing the
large globes.  They dropped into her hands as she
began to massage them.
	Pamela’s deep pink circles drew Victoria
like candy to a little kid.  Her lips closed on the
closest nipple, drawing it deep into her mouth.
Her tongue stroked it gently.
	“Oh yes.”  Pamela said as the tingling of
her nipples spread and multiplied across her
breast.
	The actions of Victoria’s mouth were so
unlike anything she had ever felt from a man.
Usually a man was so enamored by her large
mound that they attacked them like they were
food to a starving man.  In contrast, Victoria
treated them like a delicacy to be savored.
	After repeating her ministrations on Pam’s
other breast, Victoria continued her downward
journey across the younger woman’s body.  She
came to the sheer green panties, smiling as she
saw the small damp spot in the center.  She kissed
the wet spot, licking the moist material.  Victoria
took a deep breath, taking in both the scent and
the taste of Pamela’s womanhood.
	Now on her knees, Victoria took hold of
the sides of Pamela’s panties, pulling them down
an inch at a time.  As each small piece of flesh was
exposed, she kissed it.  Finally, all of it was bare.
	The quick trim at the lingerie store had left
Pam’s bush in almost a perfect triangle.  The light
blond hair was almost translucent, giving a clear
view of the joys beyond.
	"Why don’t you move over to the couch
were you can get more comfortable.”  Victoria
suggested.
	The now naked Pamela quickly complied,
dropping down in the center of the plush couch.
She spread her legs and slid down enough that the
woman on the floor would have easy access to her
sex.
	An access Victoria wasted no time in
using.  Like that of a darting snake, her tongue
drove up and in the younger woman, bringing
pleasure in its wake.  The brunette quickly lost
herself in the fires of her attraction to Pamela,
concentrating all of her attention in bringing her to
orgasm.
	“Oh God!"  Pam exclaimed after only a
few minutes as she felt the first waves of a climax
starting to build.
	Not even by her own hand had she ever
risen to a level of excitement like this so quickly.
Victoria knew exactly which buttons to press.
What shortcuts to take.  What would feel good
the most.
	“Oh God!!!”  Pam yelled longer and
louder as those cresting waves abruptly burst into
a full-blown orgasm.  It was the first time she had
ever had climaxed from oral sex.
	Feeling Pamela’s body react to her
attentions, Victoria held on to her tightly and
increased her efforts.  She didn’t stop until the
younger woman finally stopped shaking.
	“That was ...”  she panted as Victoria
moved out from between her legs.  “That was
incredible.”
	If this was any indication of what lay
ahead, Pamela now understood Eleanor’s answer
of a few hours before.
	Victoria stood up and removed her own
panties, revealing a smooth shaven womanhood.
She ran an extended middle finger along the
center of her opening, enjoying the pleasing
sensation it produced.
	“I banished my pubic hair the day it started
to turn gray,”  she explained when she saw Pam
staring at her bare pussy.  “Then I found I enjoyed
it more this way and decided to keep it.”
	Reaching behind her back, she undid her
bra and held it together with one hand.  Her other
hand came to rest against the cups of her
undergarment, holding it in place when she let the
strap fall.
	When she did let the bra fall away, Pamela
viewed what she had to say, were near perfect
breasts.  Growing up, the standard she and her
girlfriends had held to had always been size.  She
accepted that because that was what men judged
them by. And of course she had boobs that just
didn’t quit, as some of the boys in her class had
been heard to say.
	Pamela was also prejudiced by age,
reasoning that a woman twice her years could
never have a bust better than hers.  Looking at
them now, she realized that not only were the
forty-three year old’s mounds nicer than hers, the
perfectly rounded small globes would probably
still look great when she was fifty-three, while
Pamela was already beginning to worry about the
effects of gravity on her own.
	After giving Pamela a good look, Victoria
climbed on top of the younger woman, placing her
legs astride Pam’s, and in leaning forward, her
breasts parallel to the blonde’s face.
	“Suck my breasts.”  she said as she leaned
even closer, stopping when her small dark nipples
brushed against Pam’s red lips.
	Pamela opened her mouth and felt the tiny
firm stub pass inside.  She pressed her tongue
against it, feeling both the harness of her nipple
and the softness of the skin around it.  She began
to suck on it as if she were a baby seeking
nourishment, and it a way she was.  If not of her
body, then of her deepest desires.
	Rocking back and forth as Pam suckled at
her breast, Victoria rubbed her pussy against
Pam’s leg.  In turn, the older woman’s leg rubbed
against Pam’s mound as well.  She kept this up all
the time Pamela nursed at her fountains, as she
moved back and forth between mounds.
	“Let’s move into the bedroom,”  Victoria
whispered to Pamela as she pulled the blonde’s
face from the crevice between her small spheres.
“I have another surprise for you there.”

	The two naked women walked across the
long living room, hand in hand.  If Pamela
believed the living room was breathtaking, then
there were no words left to describe Victoria’s
bedroom.  In the center of the room was a large
oversized canopy bed, covered with sheets of soft
emerald green.  All the light in the room was
indirect, with no real source.  An illumination both
soft and muted.  Double glass doors, the drapes of
which were pulled back just enough, added the
light of a full moon to the surrealistic setting.
	Still holding Pamela’s hand, Victoria
parted the gossamer portiere that hung from the
canopy and led her onto the mattress. The large
custom-made bed could've held four women their
size, so there was plenty of room for them to
stretch out.
	“Lay this way.”  Victoria told Pamela as
she positioned her diagonally across the expanse.

	By this point, Pamela was willing to follow
any suggestion Victoria made as a command.  The
night had unfolded so differently than how she had
imagined it would.  Her take on Victoria had been
all wrong.  Pamela wasn’t totally ignorant, at least
not as much as most people took her for.  It had
never been that she was the cliché dumb blond.
She had brains when she made the effort to use
them.  Unfortunately, she learned that it was less
effort to let men take care of her instead.
	The younger woman was also greatly
surprised by Victoria’s demeanor.  After leaving
the office Monday, she began to do some research
to help her make up her mind.  It wasn’t often that
she used her natural intelligence but when she did,
she didn’t do such a bad job.
	 Reading a bunch of articles she
downloaded on one of the computers at the public
library, she discovered there was almost as many
types of lesbians as there were straight women.
This came as a great surprise as she’d believed up
to this point that most lesbians were ugly women
who couldn’t get a man.  That was why she was
so surprised to discover that Victoria was gay.
She didn’t fit her preconceived image.
	She was, Pamela did conclude, what they
called a dominant.  But before she could really
research that more, her time on the machine was
up and an impatient middle aged man waiting for
his turn was quick to point it out.  When the man
saw the topic of all the printouts Pam had made,
he gave her a really nasty look.   A look that left
her so upset that she didn’t stay around to wait for
another terminal to become free.
	Pamela had expected Victoria to act like
some sort of drill sergeant, giving orders and
commanding her to please her.  Instead, she had
seduced her, made her want to do the things she
wanted.  Her manner had been firm, but never
forceful.