The Arrangement Pamela Jean Armstrong stepped out of the elevator and toward the double glass doors with a purposeful strike in her step. The twenty-four year old blond paused for a moment as she checked her reflection in the glass, then opened the right door, stepping into the offices of Dawson, Davis and Douglas. The clock on the wall read nine fifty, but the recently promoted Account Manager knew very well that no one was going to make any reference to her being late. Just as no one was ever going to tell her that the hem of her skirt or the deep cut of her neckline was more than simple office decorum dictated. Quickly she passed down the long row of cubicles, knowing that every pair of eyes looked up as she passed. And why shouldn’t they, she thought. After all, she was a very attractive woman. Most men would say beautiful. It didn’t seem like all too long ago that she had been one of the girl’s in the cubicles. Just another nameless, faceless nobody, slaving away nine to five. That might be all right for these losers, she thought, but Pamela Jean knew she was destined for better things. She was a girl who knew how to make the most of her assets. To get the most for what she had to offer. Pamela had just reached the end of the row when she heard a voice call out from behind her. She couldn’t be sure, but she’d bet even money that the voice had been that of Mary Sue Cox. Mary had started at Triple D over two years before her and had worked her way up to the Supervisor of the secretarial pool. In far less time, Pam had advanced far beyond that with a lot less effort. The voice had said one single word. “Slut!” Most women would’ve taken the accusation as the highest insult. Pamela Jean however reveled in the label. She had learned as long ago as her early teens that she had a body that men wanted. A body that they were willing to pay greatly to possess, if only temporarily. It started out simply enough back in junior high. A boy might do her homework for the chance to look down her blouse. Even more, he might well do a research project to feel her breasts. Pamela had been fortunate enough to developed quite early and continue to do so until her bust rounded out at a 36C. Those that really went above and beyond might even get the chance to see them braless. But it was in tenth grade, when she was sixteen that Pam discovered the real power. It was then that she discovered sex. Her teacher had been her cousin Margo, a girl two years her senior. Using a banana as a prop, she’d taught the teenager how to give a blowjob. From that day on, Pam had wanted for almost nothing. By the time she made it to high school, she graduated to actual sex and the benefits gained increased even more. Of course the other girls talked about her then, just as they did now. The men however, tripped over themselves to be with her. She also made another important discovery by the time she was a senior. Older men had a lot more to give, and married men were the best. They gave to be with you, then gave even more so their wives never found out. From High School she moved onto College, where her grades benefited more from late afternoon blowjobs and weekend fucks than any actual work. Most of her professors were more than willing to trade a passing grade for a willing young piece of ass. No, Pamela wasn’t offended by being called a slut; she wore it with pride. At least she had the sense to use the gifts she’d been born with to get ahead, she always reminded herself. The red garbed young woman reached her objective, the small row of offices that housed the firm’s senior and junior Vice-Presidents. The third office in line belonged to Paul Michael Ryan. He was the Vice-President in charge of her area, as well as her lover. Pamela’s big chance to break out of the secretarial pool had come a year and a half ago. Ryan’s Executive Secretary, a fifty-four year old battleaxe who seemed like she’d been with the firm forever, had been hospitalized for acute appendicitis. The then twenty-two year old hadn’t been filling in for a week when she’d convinced Mr. Ryan of her superior dictation abilities. Even after Jacqueline Bradley returned to work, Paul Ryan was always finding ways to include Pam on special projects. It wasn’t long before she found herself promoted to Secretarial Assistant, handling most of the low level jobs that Jacqueline didn’t have time for. By that time, she was screwing the fifty-two year old Ryan two to three times a week. If amazed her at times how much sexual energy the silver-gray haired businessman had during their trysts. Or how adventurous his sexual quirks had become over the course of their affair. Yet Pamela Jean had never been one to complain about any of his requests, at least not so far. Whenever he came up with something new for them to try, he always rewarded her enthusiasm with some new gift. A gift that was usually something quite expensive. Just this last weekend, Paul had expressed to her a desire to try anal sex. He had shown up at her apartment somewhat unexpectedly very late Saturday night and in something of a state. He’d told Pamela that he’d had a blowout fight with his wife and could he spend the night with her. At the same time, he insinuated that divorce might be in the future. With that carrot being held before her, there was no way she wasn’t going to give in to his request. Pamela Jean had never tried anal sex before, thinking that it would really hurt. She had been right, oh how she had been right. Paul Ryan wasn’t the most endowed of men. In fact, if she was to be brutally honest, she found he was somewhat on the small size. Despite that, he had fucked her ass with a painful vengeance. He acted as if this was going to be the last fuck of his life. She’d asked him to take it a little easier, but each time he seemed to get more and more aggressive. It was as if he was working off some anger and she was his punching bag. No, make that his fucking bag. By the time they’d done it for the fourth time late Sunday afternoon, Pamela’s ass was as sore as she could ever had imagined. Walking into Paul’s office, Pamela tried to ignore Jacqueline Bradley sitting at her desk in the outer office and started to head right for the inner office. “Excuse me, you can’t go in,” Jacqueline said as she rose from her desk to block Pamela’s way. “Mr. Davis is in there.” The mention of one of the senior partners gave Pamela pause. Walking in on a meeting between him and Paul wouldn’t be a smart idea. “I’ll just wait then.” Pamela said defiantly as she turned and dropped into one of the large comfortable chairs on the far wall. Jacqueline returned to her desk and picked up the report she had been working on. She read a little more of it and a broad smile filled her face. The older woman looked up at Pamela, waiting until they made eye contact. “Now what the hell is that old bitch grinning at.” Pamela though when she became aware of her gaze. Pamela smiled back, a wicked grin that said she was the one with the power. Paul’s original Executive Secretary had retired due to illness some three years before and Jacqueline took her place. Her own boss had also recently retired unexpectedly. Pam knew Jacqueline had held her in contempt for months. Ever since the night the older woman had come back to the office to pick up some papers from her desk. The Executive Secretary had heard sounds from the inner office and thinking Ryan was working late for some reason, popped her head in to see if he needed something. Anything Ryan needed at that moment was more than being provided by Pamela Jean. The newly promoted Secretarial Assistant was spread face down over the large mahogany desk, her white dress up around her waist and her panties down around one ankle. Ryan was standing behind Pamela, his back to the door. His shirt and jacket were scattered on the floor; his pants were down around his own ankles. Jacqueline kept silent as she watched for a few moments as Ryan’s bare ass moved back and forth; his cock buried deep in his new assistant’s pussy. It was at that moment that Pamela had shifted her head to the left and seen her at the door. Evidently, Pam wasn’t as into what was happening as Paul Ryan was and had heard the door open. Pamela had flashed her a “don’t you wish it was you” smile and called out for Ryan to fuck her harder. By the time her boss increased his efforts to comply, Jacqueline was long gone. “I bet she still wishes it was her getting screwed that night,” Pamela thought as a still smiling Jacqueline went back to her report. “As if anyone would want to screw that old bag. I’ll bet she hadn’t been laid since Nixon was President, if even then.” Ten minutes went by as Pamela sat cooling her heels and Jacqueline went on reading her report. All the time, her smile grew larger and larger. Finally, the door opened and out came the senior partner. “You handle it anyway you like,” John Davis said as the tall sixty nine year old exited the inner office, still looking inside as he walked. “You’re in total charge now and we have every confidence in your ability to take care of this.” Seeing a chance to perhaps advance herself more, Pamela jumped up and rushed over to Mr. Davis. Turning his head forward as he moved, he only caught sight of her at the last moment, barely avoiding crashing into her. As it was, the older man found himself looking right down at Pam’s well-displayed breasts. “Mr. Davis, hello,” Pam said as she took a long, deep breath to further emphasize her large mounds. “I’m Pamela Armstrong, we met at the Christmas party last year.” John Davis turned his eyes away from the blonde’s chest without any reaction. The bald old man merely nodded a goodbye to Jacqueline and walked out of the room. “Goddamn old queer didn’t even react,” Pam thought in a mixture of disappointment and anger as she watched him snub her and leave. “If he still gets it up, I bet it’s from watching little boys.” Watching Davis leave, Pam didn’t notice Jacqueline dial the interoffice on her telephone. “Miss Armstrong is here to see you.” she finally heard Jacqueline say. The Executive Secretary took what Pamela considered far too long on the phone. Acting as if she was listening to something on the other end. The younger woman was sure she was just taking a perverse pleasure in making her wait just a little longer. “You can go in now, Miss Armstrong.” Jacqueline said in a professional tone as she hung up the phone. “Of course,” Pamela said, trying to exert her real authority. “As if I ever needed to ask for an appointment,” she mentally added. “Just you wait, you old bitch, pretty soon I’m going to convince Paul to get rid of you for good. Then we’ll see if you still have that stupid grin on your face.” As the inner door closed behind Pamela, Jacqueline Ann Bradley had to cover her face. In all her thirty plus years at Dawson, Davis and Douglas, never had she acted in anything other than a professional manner. This time, she could no longer keep from expressing an urge that had been building inside of her since the moment that Pamela had arrogantly walked into the office. Cupping her hands around her mouth to keep the sound from spreading too far, the fifty-four year old woman began to laugh. * * * * * * * "Good Morning Paul," Pam said as she strode into the room. "I hope you're feeling as good as I am this morning. Of course we both know who's responsible for my feeling so good." Paul's high back executive chair was turned around facing the window so she couldn't see the reaction on his face. Nevertheless, she knew he loved it when she pumped up his ego. Not as much as he loved her pumping up other things of course. The large chair turned in reaction to her presence. Pamela Jean put on her best smile; a happy face that quickly turned to confusion as the chair completed its turn. "I'm afraid Paul isn't here." the forty-three year old woman sitting there said. Pamela's face dropped as she looked into the face of Victoria Baxter, the youngest of the firm's Vice-Presidents. Victoria headed the legal division and was rumored to be the senior partner's hatchet lady. Five seven with a trim proportional figure, she had curly light brown hair and deep brown eyes. She was, most people would say, quite attractive for her age. "Where's Paul?" Pamela asked, a slight bit of annoyance in her voice. "I'm afraid that Mr. Ryan is no longer with us here at Triple D." Victoria said with an equal bit of satisfaction. "What?" Pamela said in shock. "How, when?" Victoria took a few long moments before giving any answer, enjoying the look of panic on Pamela's face. "Well as to the when," she began with a satisfied smile. "Mr. Ryan and the firm parted ways last Friday afternoon." "Friday afternoon!" Pamela's mind screamed. "Friday afternoon." The realization that Paul had spent the weekend with her, never telling her that he'd left the company made her face turn pale. All of that crap about a fight with his wife and a possible divorce had been just that - crap. Victoria noted Pamela's reaction and knew the reason why. Jim Stanton over in Marketing was a long time drinking and whoring buddy of Ryan's. He was also someone who owed Victoria quite a few markers. Ryan had met him last night for one last drink and couldn't help but brag about how he'd screwed his office toy one last time. Victoria wondered if Pam's ass was still sore. "As to the why," Victoria continued after giving Pam enough time for the implications to sink in. "Internal audit has been doing a review of Mr. Ryan's expenses for quite some time now, and they'd found enough irregularities to warrant an investigation." "An investigation?" Pamela asked, worry in her voice. "Irregularities?" "Well let’s just say that Mr. Ryan was a little too liberal in his use of company funds for personal expenses and leave it at that." The blonde's mind flashed to all the little gifts Paul had given her over the last year. Those and the two-week long vacation they had taken together. Paul had made a big joke one morning after they'd finished rocking the sheets that they should discussion some current projects so he could claim the trip was a business expense. At the time at least, she had thought it was a joke. "Is Paul going to jail?" Pamela asked, the panic still racing through her. "It was a consideration," Victoria said. "But the Executive Board decided the negative publicity wasn't worth it. Especially after Mr. Ryan offered to make full restitution and then quietly resign." A wave of relief passed over the twenty-four year old. Paul Ryan might have turned out to be a first class prick, but she still wouldn't want to see him wind up in jail. He’d used her, she now realized, just as she had used him. He'd gotten what he wanted, just as she had gotten what she'd wanted. It had been a fair enough exchange. "The partner's have decide that I will now be taking over Mr. Ryan's responsibilities in addition to my own." Victoria offered as a last bit of information. The thought that she was now working for this cold woman made Pamela shudder. It was time to get out of here, she thought. "Well I'm sure you have a lot to do then," Pam quickly said as she began to turn to leave. "Please feel free to call on me if you need anything from me, anything at all." "One minute, Miss Armstrong." Victoria said loudly in an authoritative tone that caused the younger woman to pause in midstep, a cold hand gripping her heart. Time hung suspended as Pamela hesitantly turned back around. "Actually it's fortunate that you came in here this morning," Victoria said, a slight smile at the curve of her lips. "It saves me the trouble of sending for you. It seems that you are the first order of business our departed Mr. Ryan has left me with." "Excuse me." Pamela said. "Miss Bradley," Victoria said into the phone she had picked up. "Would you please bring me the Robertson file." "The Robinson file?" Pamela thought. "What does she want with the Robinson file?" Robinson Dynamics was the first account she had handled after her promotion. It was a pretty simple transaction, one of the reasons Paul had assigned it to her. One she couldn’t fuck up was actually the way he had put it. The office door opened and Jacqueline walked in, file in hand. Pamela now realized that had been the file the Secretary had been reading in the outer office. She handed Victoria the thick file then turned to leave just as quickly. As she passed Pamela, still standing in the middle of the office, Jacqueline flashed her another little smile. As the door closed behind the older woman, Victoria took a minute to look through the pages of the large binder. She made no attempt to offer Pam a seat and the Account Manager decided simply taking one might be a bad move. Having her stand rather than sit, waiting for Victoria to finish checking the report was a physiological tactic Pam finally decided. A little something to keep her off balance. She dimly remembered something like that from one of her college classes, one of the few she actually had to pay attention to as it had a female professor. Pamela wished she remembered more about it but as it was she barely got a passing grade in the course. Whatever it was, she finally decided, it was working. With a deep sign of astonishment, Victoria closed the files and turned her full attention back to Pamela. If she looked close enough, she might have been able to pick out the small beads of perspiration forming on the many exposed parts of the younger woman’s body. "When Paul Ryan promoted you out of the bullpen," Victoria started in a cold professional tone, referring to the cubicle space in the outer offices. "No one in upper management had any real illusions about why he had done it. We were well aware of the problems he was having in his personal life and willing to allow him a certain latitude as it were in his dealings with you. Triple D policy has always been to give their employees, regardless of their position, pretty much a free reign as long as their relationships weren't detrimental to the good of the company and of course consensual. From what we were able to observe, and I have to say it wasn’t that hard to do so in your case, your relationship with Ryan was actually to the advantage to the company, at least initially. Ryan was happy again and even better at his job we'd have to admit. It was also quite obvious that your participation was not only consensual, but highly enthusiastic." Pamela couldn't argue with anything Victoria had said so far. All of it was true. "It did however raise some concern when you were suddenly promoted to be an Account Manager," Victoria continued. "It was felt that you lacked the experience for such a position. Still we wanted to give Ryan's judgment the benefit of the doubt. However, just to be on the safe side, they assigned an observer to keep an eye on you." "Observer read spy." Pamela thought. "Which brings us to the Robinson account," said Victoria as she pulled a sheet of paper from the folder and read from it. "Our original proposal was for Robinson Dynamics to buy 15 Stonewell K-7 modules from Triple D for fifteen thousand each. As an added incentive, we were going to include six months free maintenance on the modules. The motivation being that they would later buy another 15 in six months, this time without the free maintenance. Was this the understanding you had when you were given the account?" "Yes," Pamela said defensively. "And in the end I convinced the head of their aerospace division to buy 30 modules in one purchase instead, guaranteeing that we made the sale." What Pam didn't add to her response was the fact that she had closed the deal at three in the morning in the bed of Robinson's representative. They had a business dinner in which he spent half the dinner looking down her dress. "God that man was boring," Pamela remembered. "And I thought Paul was a lousy lover. It was all I could do to stay awake while he was screwing me." "And at the same time extending the free service to twelve months. Victoria stated. "I did the math,” Pamela Jean interrupted. “And the profit we made on the sale of the 30 modules, even with the service contracts, was still inside the profit guidelines." Actually, she hadn't done the math. She tried but quickly realized it was over her head. Paul had been away in Chicago that week on an actual business trip, so she couldn't run to him for help. Instead she reverted to a practice that had worked so well for her in high school and college. There was this summer intern working in the department that everyone was praising as a whiz kid. Pamela struck up a conversation with the awkward teen and asked him to lunch, sort of a welcome to the firm sort of thing. Lunch had ended with a blowjob for dessert. After that, the young man was more than willing to help and do the math for her. It was a pity he had to go back to school a few weeks later, she had lamented. He'd been the most fun she'd had in months. "Well when you did the math, maybe you should've done the research too. At least have read the engineering specs that were in the files you were given.” Victoria said in a hard tone. “If you had, you'd have known that less than 10% of the K-7's require any maintenance at all in the first six months, but close to 80% need it in the second six. Additionally, if they are run beyond the recommended six-month user life, they then need to be totally rebuilt. A rebuild that you now gave away for free." She paused to give Pamela time to really understand what she had said. "So now," Victoria concluded. "Instead of buying any new K-7's, Robinson Dynamics gets 30 rebuilt modules free of charge. So instead of a guaranteed profit, we actually suffer a loss on this deal." "Oh shit." Pamela said under her breath. "Oh shit indeed." Victoria said, having heard Pamela. Another long awkward pause filled the room, until after a long hard shallow, Pamela said. "I guess this is the point where Dawson, Davis and Douglas and I part company as well." "That would seem to be the easiest solution," Victoria said as she got out of her chair and began to walk around her desk. "But I'm not sure yet if it's a solution that I want to take." "I don't understand." a confused Pamela said. "Well I think a great deal of the blame here has to lie with Paul Ryan," Victoria explained. "That he put his girlfriend on his personal staff, well that sort of thing has been going on for longer than you could ever imagine. That he then went further and promoted her to a position of responsibility to which she was in no way qualified for, well that was extremely poor judgment." Pamela almost wanted to laugh when Victoria referred to her as Paul's girlfriend. She was hardly that, she was just a girl he liked to fuck. If was funny how quickly her opinion of Paul was changing now that their relationship was definitely over. "So the question remains," Victoria was going on. "What do we do with you? It's obvious that you can't continue as an Account Manager." The younger woman had to agree with that, however reluctantly. "When I came in early this morning, I had considered the idea of sending you back to the bullpen." That suggestion was definitely not to Pamela's liking. She couldn't deal with those women again, especially after lording it over them for all these months. Aside from that, there was a big issue of salary to consider. Pam had come to like the lifestyle her job as a Secretarial Assistant and then as an Account Manager had provided her with. Back when she was just another girl in the bullpen, the best she could do was share an apartment with two other girls. Now, her credit card bill alone took up a quarter of her salary. "But when I approached Mary Cox about the possibility, she was incredible hostile to the idea," said Victoria. "She even went so far as to suggest that you weren't even qualified to be behind the counter at Burger Barn, much less any position here at Triple D." "Mary and I have a few issues." Pam said. "No doubt," Victoria mused as she leaned against the front edge of her desk. "Still the question remains. What will I do with you? Do you have any suggestions?" Pamela started to open her mouth to say something, then stopped. There wasn't a single thing she really felt she was qualified to do that didn't involve her being either on her knees or her back. "I don't supposed there's an opening for corporate whore." she said half-heartedly. “No, I don’t think so,” Victoria said as she couldn’t help but smile. “At least not in this politically correct age.” The older woman let Pamela think about the question a little longer, just to see if she came up with any more serious suggestions. Three long minutes later, none had been forthcoming. “Can we talk frankly, Pamela, I can call you Pamela can’t I?” Victoria asked. “Of course.” Pamela Jean quickly responded to both questions. “Good,” Victoria smiled. “Well since we are talking frankly, tell me, were you happy being Paul Ryan’s slut? I’m not being judgmental in calling you that, but that is how most people in this office saw you.” It was funny but in all the months she had Paul had been doing it, she never really asked herself that question. She had just taken it for granted that was the way for her to get ahead. Just as it had been a way for her to get through school. “I guess in some ways I was, and some ways not so much,” she finally responded. “I mean he sex wasn’t always that great, but sometimes it was exciting trying new things or letting him be in control.” “Trying new things and letting him be in control,” Victoria repeated as if she wanted to make sure she had heard Pamela correctly. “Excellent.” The statement confused Pamela but before she could seek clarification, Victoria had already gone on. “You know, I really don’t hold it against you for using your sexual assets to try and get a leg up, so to speak.” she said. “That has been going on since the day Eve offered Adam the apple. What I am disappointed with is that you didn’t make the most of any advantage you might have gained. Instead of learning the skills that might actually have eventually qualified you for that Account Manager’s position, you settled for shiny baubles like some primitive tribeswoman.” Pamela had never really thought about it like that. Victoria was right, she had wasted her opportunities. Why hadn’t she seen that before? “Because I’m an idiot.” Pamela silently concluded. “You know,” Victoria said as she changed the subject. At least Pam thought she was changing the subject. “Since I’m now going to be running two departments, I’m entitled to a second Secretarial Assistant.” That statement immediately caught Pamela’ attention. “You’d want me to be your assistant?” she asked incredibly. “Perhaps ...” Victoria replied. “But we’ve already established that I’m not good at much of anything business related.” Pamela said realistically. “Perhaps you just need a second chance to make the most of your opportunities.” answered Victoria, a strange look in her eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Pamela said. “It’s said, people should do what they do best.” Victoria said. “And then take it from there.” “But all I’ve ever been good at was ...” Pamela Jean started to say, then thought she realized where this conversation was going. “What I joked about before, you want me to be some kind of corporate whore? Someone to sleep with clients and such?” “Would you do something like that?” Victoria asked out of curiosity. “I ... I’m not sure.” she replied. “It was just a question,” Victoria said. “Since you brought it up. Corporate whore isn’t what I was suggesting.” “Then what?” “If you could start all over with Paul, what would you do differently?” Victoria asked as she stepped closer to Pamela. “I guess what you said. Make sure that this time I would get something more out of the relationship. Something more important than just a few trinkets.” “Very good,” the brunette smiled as she stopped just in front of the blond. “You’ve just shown that you can learn when you have the chance. Sometimes all a girl needs its a little guidance. Maybe a firm hand once in a while.” “Tell me, Pamela ...” Victoria asked as she reached up and stoked the younger woman’s cheek. “Have you ever had another woman as a lover?” Pamela took her time in answering. In college and a few times after, the opportunity to be with a woman had presented itself but she had never really been curious enough to try it. Several times during her affair with Paul, if that was what you could call it, the older man had suggested that they try a three way with another girl. Of course he wanted Pam to come up with the other girl as well, someone as young and endowed as she was. Everytime he brought it up again, she always put him off saying that she couldn’t find a girl she felt comfortable enough with to try. The last time Paul had asked, he said that he would pay for a professional escort if she couldn’t convince a friend. She had told him she would have to think about that. “No, I haven’t.” she finally replied. “Have you ever wanted to?” Victoria asked as she brought her hand down and placed her fingers on the exposed top of Pamela Jean’s breasts. The sudden flesh to flesh contact made the younger woman gasp. “Before you answer,” Victoria said. “Let me say a few things first. As I’m quite sure that you’ve already guessed, I’m a lesbian. Now that’s not exactly a secret to most of the management team here at Triple D. While I don’t have a sign on my desk that says lesbian, I don’t make any effort to hide it either. It’s just who I am. When you get to my level, a firm is much more interested in what you deliver on a business level than who shares the other side of your bed.” Actually, until two minutes ago, Pamela hadn’t figured out that Victoria was gay. She always thought that she was a bitch, but never a dyke. “I’m also sure you’ve figured out that I find you very desirable,” she went on. “I confess that I’ve always had a weakness for beautiful young women. Especially if they have, what shall I call it, a bit of the slut in them.” Pamela had to admit to herself, that certainly described her. She was also very aware that Victoria's hand had again moved lower and her fingers were now pressed against Pamela’s nipple. A nipple, Pam was surprised to discover, that had grown hard at her touch. “I want to be quite clear at what I’m proposing here. What I’m talking about is an arrangement. One similar to that you had with Paul Ryan, but one that I can promise would be much more beneficial to you. You will give me what I need, and I will see to it that you get what you so desperately need. You will also work, and I promise you my dear, you will work hard. This is not going to be a free ride. You will learn the skills you need to succeed. And along the way, you might discover other things about yourself as well. Things you might never have considered before.” When Victoria finally finished, Pamela’s head was spinning. It was a lot to take in at once. In just an hour, the world she had built up for herself over the past year had been swept away. It was too much for her to sort out right now. The new Vice-President of Sales realized this as she stopped stroking Pamela’s breasts through her dress and took a step back. She picked up a pad from the desk and quickly wrote something on it. Ripping the page off the pad, she used a paperclip to attach a business card to the paper as well. Then reached out and offered both to Pamela. “On the paper is the address of my apartment uptown,” Victoria said as Pam took the offered paper. “I want you to take a few days off to sort this all out in your head. If you decide that you want to take me up on my offer, be there Friday night at eight o’clock. Wear something appropriate.” Pamela looked at the address and though it was in a pretty exclusive part of town. Then she took a look at the business card that was also attached to the note. “That card,” Victoria explained, “Belongs to a friend of mine named Blair Scott. She and I belong to a sort of businesswoman’s society. She also is head of personnel for McMurphy Industries. If you decide my offer isn’t for you, give her a call on Monday morning. I’ll talk to her before then and I’m sure she’ll be able to find something for you in the way of employment. It might not be what you have gotten used to over the last year, but it’ll be a place to start over.” Pamela was to say the very least, stunned. She stared at the paper and card, which she held in separate hands. One minute, Victoria was doing her best to seduce her, then the next she tells her to go home and take the rest of the week to think about it. Oh and by the way, just in case you want to tell me to fuck off, here’s the card for someone who will give you a new job. “If this was Paul standing here right now,” Pamela thought as the scattered thoughts in her head crashed against each other. “I’d be on my knees by now, sucking his cock at the least.” “Well as you said a little while ago,” Victoria said as she went back behind her desk. “I am going to be quite busy today so I’d better get started. Please ask Jacqueline to come in on your way out.” With that, Victoria picked up a new pile of papers from her desk and began to read them. She didn’t seem to notice as Pamela backed out of the office. In fact, few people took notice of Pamela as she quietly left the office for the rest of the week. “What do you think, Jacqueline?” Victoria said as she handed the older woman the papers she had just signed. Will she or won’t she?” “I really don’t know,” she said as she smiled at her new boss. “And I have to say again, I really don’t understand why you’d ever want to bother with trash like that. You know I never held it against Mr. Ryan for having a little fling on the side. I've met his wife and a nastier bitch I couldn't imagine. What he and now you see in that girl is beyond me.” Victoria looked up into the older woman’s eyes and smiled. A smile both warm and full of familiarity. “Maybe a little of the same thing you saw in me when I first started here,” Victoria laughed. “Remember what you said to me the first time you took me home. That I was brilliant but still very undisciplined. You changed that, didn’t you?” “I guess that I did.” Jacqueline mused as she thought back of the torrid affair they had back when she was thirty-two and Victoria fresh out of college. “Be sure to give Christine my love," Victoria said as Jacqueline started to leave her to the pile of work on her desk. “Tell her I always envy her, spending the last twenty years with you.” “Liar,” the older woman laughed before exiting through the door. “We both know long term relationships were never your style. You’re too attracted to cute young things.” “I guess you do know me too well.” Victoria said as the door closed behind Jacqueline. Victoria paused from her labors and remembered how soft Pamela’s breast had felt beneath her fingers. It was a memory she carried with her long after she went back to work. * * * * * * * Pamela couldn’t believe how fast the next four days sped by. It seemed like she went to bed Monday night and woke up Friday morning. Or more precisely Friday afternoon as the day was more than half over before she crawled out of bed. Victoria’s deadline was less than eight hours away and she still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. One thing she was sure of. The job at McMurphy Industries was real enough. She’d called Blair Scott on Wednesday and scheduled an interview for Monday morning. Ms. Scott had assured her that the interview was just a formality as there was no chance she was going to let slip the chance to do a favor for her friend Victoria. It was just a matter of finding out where she would best fit in the McMurphy family she had said. Just in case, Pamela went out and got her hair done. It was short notice but the girl at the mail said they could fit her in about three thirty. She was so pleased with the haircut, she gave the girl a more than generous tip. She had a quick bite to eat at the food court, giving in to her weakness for junk food. Biting into the cheeseburger, she knew she would be paying for this on the treadmill tomorrow. That was, of course if she didn’t find some alternate exercise before then. The tall blond really wasn’t paying much attention to the stores she passed, until something totally new caught her eye. “This wasn’t here the last time I was in the mall,” Pamela thought as she looked at all the displays in the windows. “If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is. I should at least check it out.” she added as she stepped inside the small shop. Given her lifestyle, she found it funny that this was the first time she had ever been in a Victoria’s Secret boutique. Pam walked around the store, taking stock of all the wonderful lingerie that they had to offer. A pretty redheaded saleswoman in her early thirties offered to help, but Pamela said she was just looking. She was just about to leave when she spotting a scrumptious bra and panty combo. Immediately she knew she wasn’t going to leave the store without it. “We have that in a wide assortment of colors,” the saleswoman said, having come back over when she saw Pamela’s interest. “What color are you looking for?” “I wonder what Victoria’s favorite color is?” Pamela mused silently without thinking about what she was saying. A moment later it hit her. Even though she hadn’t realized it, she had already made up her mind. Come eight-thirty, she would be standing at Victoria’s door. “Is there a particular color you’re looking for?” the saleswoman repeated. “Oh,” Pamela said, snapping back to reality. “I really hadn’t thought about it.” “With your hair color and skin, I think the emerald green would look lovely on you.” the saleswoman suggested. Pam looked at the small plastic wrapped package the saleswoman had taken from under the display case. She suddenly remembered Victoria wearing a dress that color at last year’s Christmas party. Strange how something like that sticks in your mind. “These will be fine,” Pamela Jean said. “I’ll take them. I’m planning to wear them tonight. Is there a place I could try them on. I’d like to see how they look.” “I’m afraid that’s against store policy when it comes to panties. Especially ones so delicate,” the woman said. “I’m sure you understand.” “I’ll pay for them first.” Pamela said. “Oh in that case I’m sure it would be okay.” came the response. Pamela was quite surprised when the saleswoman followed her into the changing room. The store was practically empty since it was closing time, and she said she just wanted to see if Pam wanted any help. The twenty-four year old quickly stripped off her dress and bra. She was just pulling down her panties were she realized they were all wet, and so was her pussy. “This is embarrassing.” Pamela said as the older woman saw the stains. “Don’t worry about it,” the woman whose name Pam now learned was Eleanor. “We’re all big girls here, but we can still get a little excited. Tonight must be very special.” Eleanor disappeared into the small washroom next store and reappeared a moment later with a small washrag and towel. With a professional detachment equivalent to a doctor or nurse, she quickly washed and dried Pamela’s mound. Even so, her brief touch was enough to send a small quiver throughout Pam's pussy. Now ready to try the outfit on, Pam did so. Looking in the mirror, she took note of the way the open bra pushed up her large globes, even displaying the top hemisphere of her nipples. The panties, what there were of them, were so sheer that you could see her blond bush right through them. “Oh my, this is not going to do at all,” Eleanor noted with dissatisfaction as she brushed a fingernail across the edges of hair that protruded from beneath the soft material. “If I may?” she asked the half-naked girl. Pamela nodded her assent when she saw the small pair of barber’s shears in the woman’s hand. Again with a professional skill, she trimmed away the excess hair. “That’s perfect.” she said as she took a small step back to admire her handiwork. “I really appreciated that.” Pamela said, promising herself that she would come back here again and buy some more from this helpful woman. “I almost envy the lucky young man you’re doing all this for.” Eleanor said. After Pamela took off the outfit and handed it to the saleswoman, she realized that instead of taking the outfit outside to the register to ring up the sale, Eleanor was still standing there watching her dress. In fact, she seemed to have a very curious interest in her naked body. “Excuse me.” Pamela said. “Oh I’m sorry.” Eleanor said. “I have to apologize. You have a really beautiful body and I couldn’t help but stare. You’d be surprised at some of the women who come in here and then can’t understand why they don’t look like the models when they try on lingerie. I can honestly say, you don’t have that problem. But again, I do apologize.” Eleanor started out the door when Pam asked her a question. “Eleanor, have you ever been with a woman?’ As soon as the words had left her lips, Pamela was asking herself how she could’ve asked such a question of a total stranger. Especially when she saw the wedding band on her hand. Immediately she opened her mouth to apologize. “I guess I had that coming, the way I was staring at you,” Eleanor said. “But to give you an honest answer, yes I have.” Pamela was really surprised by her candor, but not so much that she didn’t venture to ask a second question. “Would you mind if I asked if you enjoyed it and would you do it again.” Eleanor now realized why Pam was asking the question, and whom she had bought the lingerie for. She didn’t hesitate a heartbeat before giving an answer. “Yes, and most certainly yes.” she said. Pam paid for her purchase and was leaving the store when the saleswoman caught up to her. “I just wanted to say have fun tonight,” she said in a quiet voice so that the security guard by the door couldn’t hear her, then added even lower. “I put my phone number on the back of the receipt, in case you’re ever interested.” Pam just returned her smile and walked out into the now closing mall. Her life was certainly taking some unusual turns this week. At seven-forty five, Pamela’s cab pulled up in front of the tall apartment building Victoria lived in. Looking upward into the night sky, she almost got dizzy trying to count up the balconies to the twenty-sixth floor where her new boss lived. She was light-headed enough, she decided, without adding to it. “Good evening, Miss,” the tall, fiftyish man in the doorman’s uniform said as he tipped his hat. “How may I help you this evening?” “I’m going up to 26C, I mean I’m here to see Victoria Baxter.” she said a little nervously. “And your name please?” he asked. “Pamela Armstrong.” she said automatically. The doorman consulted a clipboard he picked up from a small desk and smiled. “Go right on up, Miss Armstrong, you’re expected.” he said. The gray haired gentleman opened the door for her and stood back to let her pass. “Have a good evening, Miss.” he said. “I certainly hope so.” she thought as she smiled back. The elevator doors opened and Pamela stepped out onto the twenty-sixth floor. Looking down the hall, she realized there were only four apartments on the floor. “These apartment must be enormous.” she thought, trying to keep her mind on anything but what she was about to do. 26C was at the end of the hall. Pamela looked down at the white dress she as chosen for the evening, checking it one last time. It was the best outfit she owned. It hugged her body tight, showing off every curve. There was so much cleavage showing as to be almost indecent. She took a deep breath, then pressed the doorbell. A musical selection filled the air from inside the apartment. 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. As Victoria turned and twisted her body the other way, Pamela immediately realized they were moving into a classic sixty-nine. Only this time, instead of having a man’s cock resting between the legs of the person next to her, it was Victoria’s hairless mound. A warm flush filled Pamela as she felt Victoria pick up right where she left off in the living room. The fervency of the older woman’s tongue made her want to try to emulate her. She ran her hand across Victoria’s mound, sliding her finger inside her as if it were her own. Ever so sensitive to another’s touch, Victoria reacted to the gentle entry with a quiet murmur. Pamela followed her finger with her tongue, running it up and down exposed pinkness, hesitantly sampling the fruits of a woman. It was, she quickly decided, not the horror she’d heard some men describe. It was different, but far easier to take than the first time a man had come in her mouth. Her initial curiosity now satisfied, Pamela began to work at her prize with more enthusiasm. With the delights Victoria’s ministrations were producing in her own body as a guide to what was possible, Pam used both her fingers and mouth to try and return the favor. Stretched out in the opposite direction, Victoria was enjoying both the enchantments of Pamela’s pussy as well as the neophyte’s attempts to please her. The blond wasn’t a natural born pussy eater, despite her vast experience with men. Then again, Victoria hadn’t expected her to be. It was enough to just have her try. There would be plenty of time to teach her later, and she had always been a patient teacher. Their mutual cunnilingus went on for another quarter-hour. By that time Victoria decided they were ready to move onto what she had planned next. Pamela was already showing signs of improvement in her technique. A good portent for the future. “Are you enjoying yourself?’ Victoria asked as she moved up next to Pamela and stroked her breasts. “Oh yes I am.” came her reply. “As much as you would with a man?” Victoria asked further. “Well,..” Pamela said as she ran her one hand across Victoria’s breast. “It’s different, that’s for sure.” “But missing something ...” Victoria added for her. Pamela seemed hesitant to answer. “I won’t be offended, dear,” the older woman smiled. “It’s a common reaction of women who’ve only been with men before.” “I’m sure I’ll grow to enjoy it more.” Pam said, her tone a mixture of hope and apology. “Sweetheart, you’re not a prisoner here,” Victoria said, still stroking her breasts. “You can leave anytime. I’ll admit that I might have come on a little strong the other day, but that was because I’m so attracted to you. I do like to be in control, I admit that, but I also want my partner to enjoy herself as well. Can you tell me that you haven’t?” “No, I mean yes I’ve enjoyed myself.” “I know you called Blair Scott to see if that job offer was really on the level,” Victoria went on. “And I’m glad you did. It’s important for you to know that I’m not lying to you the way Paul Ryan and so many others have in the past. If I promise you something, you can count on it.” “I’m beginning to see that.” Pamela answered. “So do you want to stay or go?” Victoria asked. “Either way, anything I’ve promised still stands.” Pamela thought about the choice for a few moments and then asked an unexpected question. “What would you do in my place?” “I guess you expect me to say that you should stay and be my love slave,” Victoria laughed. “But that would be too easy an answer. If I were you, I think I’d decide what is the best for me. What have I made of my life so far and how do I set it straight? Do I take her offer and share her bed every now and then, and when I’m not there, learn what I can. Or do I put it all behind me and start over somewhere else.” “So what do you do?” Pamela Jean repeated. “Well, keeping with our earlier desire to be frank with each other,” Victoria went on. “I’d say that if you started over in some lower level position somewhere else, you’d find another Paul Ryan in your life within six months. Left on your own, it’ll be too easy for you not too. You lack discipline in your life. I know because there was a time when I did too.” “So if I did stay here, and be yoPamela time lover, you’d control my life.” she said to the older woman. “To a point, and only to a point. I have no hold on you other than your desire to be with me and take whatever I can give you. I won’t even promise you that tomorrow night there might not be another woman laying right were you are now. Just like I don’t expect you to promise me that you won’t sleep with anyone else either.” “Even men?” Pamela asked. “Even men,” Victoria answered. “Though I hope you would do better than the likes of Paul Ryan. Realize this, and remember it well. Right now, even if you don’t recognize it as such, you are the one with the power. Power enough for me to want to take the time to educate you in return for your company. I might be older but trust me, I have no problem filling my bed with young women. But if it’s you I want, then I have to pay the price you want to keep you. There will come a day when one or both of us will no longer need the other, that usually happens in any arrangement like this. The important thing is that you make the most of it while it lasts, and come out of it with more than when you went in.” “I guess I’ll stay then,” Pamela decided. “And see what I can learn both in and out of bed.” she laughed. “Well I think I have a lot to teach you in both areas.” Victoria said as she kissed Pam and then started to move off the bed. “You’re leaving?” Pamela said in surprise. “I’ll be right back,” Victoria promised. “I have something that I’m pretty sure you’re going to enjoy.” “Well you haven’t been wrong yet, that’s for sure.” Pamela Jean said, but not loud enough for Victoria to easily hear. Victoria disappeared into the large walk in closet for a few minutes, only to reappear wearing a dark red sarong. The single piece wrap around now covered from her breasts to her knees. Without comment, she rejoined Pamela on the bed. Pamela started to phrase a question but Victoria stopped her by raising her hand. She then took that hand and reached for Pam’s. Once it was in her grasp, she guided it to the opened fold of her sarong. “Is that what was missing?” Victoria asked as she left Pam’s hand between her legs. Now on her own, the younger woman was quick to unwrap Victoria like a Christmas present. She couldn’t wait to see what she had just felt. “Damn!” Pamela called out as she pulled aside the thin material and exposed the thick nine-inch strapon hanging from a harness. “It almost looks real.” The reason it looked so real, Victoria explained while Pamela admired it, was that she had ordered it from a company that made them from actual molds of real cocks. The result was a rubber facsimile, complete right down to the veins and hanging balls. Pamela was about to say that you mean there’s a guy walking around out there with a cock like that and I haven’t met him, but then thought better of it. “I really don’t go in for things like this myself,” Victoria said, “But I have some friends who like toys. And as I said, I like my partners to enjoy themselves.” Pamela started to reach for the new toy, then hesitated. “May I?” she asked, remembering that Victoria liked to be in control. “Of course.” she grinned in reply. Pamela crawled across the bed and took Victoria's "cock" into her mouth. Slowly she slid it deep inside her mouth, covering it with saliva. Running her tongue up and down the length, she treated it as if it were real. Watching her devour the make believe cock, Victoria was sure that if she was a man she would be begging for more. She let Pamela suck it a while longer, both for the physiological enjoyment she was getting as well as the way she was lubricating it with her saliva. Finally she pulled the rubber phallic from the blonde’s mouth. Pamela only let go with reluctance. “Get down on your belly.” Victoria said as she moved to give Pamela more room. As Victoria adjusted the straps, Pamela assumed a doggy position in front of her. It was the submissive streak that she had observed in Pam that had first attracted the older woman to her. Watching her offer her pussy up to her sent a surging rush of excitement through Victoria. Moving up against her, the brunette pushed her fingers down between Pamela's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening. "Oooo" moaned Pamela as she felt the initial intrusion. Victoria pressed her naked body up against the back of Pamela's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now saturated tunnel. "Spread those beautiful legs, honey," Victoria leaned over and whispered into Pamela's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're about to find out you don’t need a man if all you want to do is get fucked." she added with a kiss. With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Pamela's pussy, lubing it up even more, before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her. "Aaaaa!" Pamela yelled as she felt herself being penetrated. She had never had a man this large inside of her. "Relax." Victoria said as she eased the dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt. Victoria reached around and rubbed her fingers against Pamela's clit. When she did use the strap-on, doggy style was her favorite position. It gave her such a feeling of control. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Pamela's cunt helped distract her from the initial pain as Victoria began to thrust deeper within her with an ever-increasing frequency. Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Victoria could feel the walls of Pamela's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more time. "You love this, don't you?" Victoria asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her. “Being the slut, giving yourself up to someone else’s control.” "Oh yes," Pamela panted as she began to match Victoria's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her. Victoria slid her free hand up and down Pamela's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used then to pull Pamela against her time after time. Victoria always got off fucking other women more than she ever admitted. Being on top this way was always such a rush. Victoria pushed Pamela's head and shoulders down across the oversized pillows, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex. Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Victoria grabbed Pamela's long hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her eyes, Victoria pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss. "Deeper," Pamela gasped as Victoria's tongue slid out of her mouth. “Harder! Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Victoria to get any more inside Pamela. At least in the position they were in. "Roll over!" Victoria commanded as she pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!" Not even giving Pamela time to comply, the older woman pushed her onto her back. She followed a moment later and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs. Pamela screamed in ecstasy as Victoria drove the dildo it's full length within her. Victoria's smaller mounds pressed hard against Pamela's globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched. Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Victoria's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath her, Pamela was lost in a similar state. Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Victoria was taken by surprise when Pamela reached up with her legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock. "Fuck me!" Pamela screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Victoria wondered it she could be heard by the people in the apartment next store. If so, so what. She’d heard even stranger things come between the walls some nights. One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them. Pamela drove her nails deep into Victoria's back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Victoria continued to plummet the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control. Their journey of sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. Rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled. Moans that continued until they both collapsed exhausted. "Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Pamela said as she sat up and leaned against Victoria's sweaty naked form. "I can't believe how much fun that was." "I thought you'd like it." Victoria said as she ran her finger along the length of her toycock and then brought the now wet digit up to her mouth. "Mmmm," she purred as she licked her finger clean. “I’m so glad I stayed,” Pamela said as she stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes. “But I’m so tired now, I feel like I could sleep for a week.” “Well I don’t know about a week,” Victoria said as she undid the straps around her waist and slid up against Pamela, wrapping her arms around her. “But we do have at least the weekend.” But Pamela didn’t hear as she was already succumbing to the weariness in her body. She would sleep for hours, dreaming of the new world that had just been opened to her. Her last thought before sleep overtook her was that she hoped she didn’t throw out that receipt for the panties. The one with the phone number on the back.