“Fuck you mean ‘check our privates’?” Kaori objected, as Emilie and Steph started to voice their own objections.
“I simply mean, Miss, that things might not be as you left them. There is something…different…about each of you”
Kaori’s hand went to her crotch over her slinky skintight shorts giving herself a quick rub. “Huh?” Kaori grunted in surprise as her friends just stared at her.
Quickly the Asian girl pulled the waistband of the elastic fabric away from her tanned stomach and shoved her left hand down cupping her pussy, clearly running her fingers around her hidden mound.
“Where the fuck is it?” She glared at Grimm her hand still searching in her shorts.
“Where’s what?” Emilie and Stephanie interjected in unison astonished by their friends self-groping as the crowd drew nearer entranced by the girl’s display.
“My stud!” Kaori loudly yelped.
“What stud?” Emilie asked.
“I had a piercing…you know…on my yoo-hoo…you know…through my ‘little pearl’…damn thing’s gone!” Turning to Grimm she grabbed him by the lapel of his tuxedo jacket, “What’d you do with it, Mister?”
“I’m afraid, Little Miss,” Grimm pried the little Asian’s tiny hands off his jacket, brushing the wrinkles out, “that is a question the young lady beside you could answer as well as I,” indicating Stephanie.
“Why look at me?” Stephanie objected, “I don’t know what you did with it? Now do I?”
“I believe, Madame,” Grimm suggested, “if you were to…um…check, you might be able to provide an answer.”
“Me?” Stephanie queried, “Well, I’ll just…” and, running her hand down her sundress causing the sheer fabric to fold tightly against her crotch she lightly caressed her pussy.
“Oh!” Stephanie exclaimed, “Oh!” Her right hand continued to rub her cunny as her left sought out Emilie’s shoulder for support as her knees nearly buckled. “It’s in me!”
The gathered throng broke into boisterous applause at the cleverness of the trick as well as the resulting erotic display as Stephanie’s rubbing caused her to shudder with pleasure.
“Okay! Okay!” Emilie shouted, grabbing her two friends by their arms, “I’ve seen enough magic tricks. This is getting out of hand.”
“But, Steph,” Kaori protested, pulling her arm away and turning to confront, “I want it back.”
Grimm merely smiled sadly at the three women and waved his arms majestically. Immediately a massive puff of smoke obscured the lanky magician sending the crowd into a fit of coughing and waving of arms.
When the smoke cleared away, the man and his accoutrements were gone, leaving a blank space in the throng.
“What the hell?” Kaori huffed twisting and turning to see if she could spot Grimm waving smoke away from her face. Emilie and Stephanie looked around as well. Grimm had disappeared.
“Let’s get out of here,” Emilie suggested as the milling crowd began to dissolve. Pulling her friends along the girls continued down the pier mulling over the recent events.
“But…but what about my stud?” Kaori repeated, “Do you know how painful it was to get that damn thing? Now I’m going to have to get another one.”
“Why don’t you just leave it off?” Stephanie suggested wryly.
“Leave it off? Are you out of your mind?” Kaori protested, “Wait until you get home and start playing with the damn thing, then you’ll see why I need it. You ain’t had an O until you had one with the little stud plucking your strings.”
“Doesn’t seem like such a big deal to me,” Stephanie replied.
“No, huh?” Kaori rejoined, grabbing Stephanie by the wrist and pulling her toward the public restrooms, “you just come with me and you’ll see…you’ll see.”
Emilie trailed along as the headstrong Asian forced the statuesque brunette through the milling tourists and into the relative privacy of the refresher. The restrooms were empty except for a young girl in her teens applying a fresh layer of eyeliner as the trio entered Stephanie’s wrist still trapped firmly in Kaori’s tight grip, Emilie following with an amused expression on her face.
“In here,” Kaori commanded, opening a stall door and wedging the buxom woman in beside her. Stephanie put up only token resistance to Kaori’s instructions beginning to be eager to see what the little minx had in mind.
“Wait,” Emilie cautioned, “we can’t all fit in there.” The girl with the eyeliner glanced around at the trio’s noisy entrance, rolling her eyes in disgust.
“Sorry, E,” Kaori apologized, “wait out there or, better yet, go for a walk.”
“But I want to see.”
“Pervert,” Stephanie condemned playfully as she leaned against the wall, her hips brushing against Kaori’s ass as the Asian girl turned to lock the stall door.
“Hunh!” Emilie complained, pounding on the Formica door in frustration, “you two. I hate you.”
“Quiet.” Kaori whispered, turning to Stephanie, “now, missy, let me show you the little guy can do.” With that Kaori placed her left hand on Stephanie’s hip and slowly slid it around to cup her generous ass through the silky material of her sundress.
Stephanie stood solidly resolute, determined to disappoint Kaori’s object lesson. No matter what the Asian vixen had in mind, she wouldn’t give her the pleasure of being right.
Kaori’s began kneading with soft strokes the curvaceous globe, sliding her fingers further down Stephanie’s leg sending trickles of pleasure coursing through her thighs. Suddenly Kaori’s right hand was on her other thigh inching upward toward her crotch.
Stephanie grit her teeth as Kaori’s small hand cupped her mound through the dress, forming around her labia.
“Wow,” Kaori said wistfully, “you’re so warm.” Her fingers began massaging the folds of skin covering Stephanie’s vagina, drawing them together and apart. Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned into her throat.
“What?” Emilie queried from outside trying to peak through the crack in the door, “what was that?”
“Nothing,” Kaori replied, “just be quiet now.” Returning to Stephanie, she looked up to see the tall woman’s eyes clenched together. “I haven’t even started yet and you’re already about to cum,” she teased.
“Not on your life, bitch.” Stephanie resisted. Kaori grinned evilly as her fingers pried open Stephanie’s labia and dipped between her nether lips rubbing the fabric caressingly across the slick folds causing them to grow moist.
Stephanie’s hands flew to Kaori’s shoulders as the girl’s fingers drug across the tender lips sending shivers running through her. Her breath came faster.
Kaori’s hand dipped lower. Her index finger parting Stephanie’s labia until her thumb rested at the crest of the woman’s cunny. “Now you die,” the little Asian warned menacingly.
Lightly, ever so lightly, her thumb flicked the stainless steel bud piercing Stephanie’s clit.
“Oh! Oh!” Stephanie groaned with each stab. Her cunt spasming as Kaori relentlessly tickled her clit. Stephanie pulled Kaori into her chest. Her tits compressed against Kaori’s smaller breasts, their nipples colliding. Stephanie’s knees wobbled as Kaori continued assaulting her pussy.
Stephanie was lost. Her head lolled back, her chest heaved. Her hands went to Kaori’s hair and tilted her face upward. Stephanie’s mouth came open as she leaned into the surprised girl’s carnal embrace. Stephanie’s lips descended onto Kaori’s mouth. Plump, wet lips met in shock as Kaori froze, uncertain. She hadn’t intended for it to go this far; she’d only meant to teach her large friend a lesson.
The mouth pressed against hers sucked on her bee-stung lips; moist and tender. She’d never kissed a woman before despite her rather brazen behavior. Stephanie’s tongue pried open her lips, forcing them apart. Kaori obliged, opening her mouth. Her thumb resumed its dance thumping in time to her heart against Stephanie’s vibrating nubbin causing Stephanie’s tongue to penetrate further into her mouth.
Kaori returned her moist kisses. Her free hand slid between their tightly pressed bodies; gliding upward until she cupped a large tit in her small palm. The breast was heavy and full; soft and firm.
“Hey!” Emilie interjected, “what are you two doing?” Stephanie’s lips sucked and licked down Kaori’s slender neck as Kaori rubbed her nipple. “Hey, guys?” Emilie complained, “Come on, let me in.”
Emilie stood, ignored. She slumped against the stall’s door in dejection. She would never forgive them for this, she determined as she listened to the sounds of serious sex beginning to emanate from the locked booth.
“What are you looking at?” Emilie harshly questioned the young woman standing at the vanity as she held the eyeliner wand in her frozen hand.
“What? Oh, nothing, nothing.”
“Then get out of here.” Emilie advised, “In fact, let’s both get out of here.” With that she ushered the young woman from the restroom casting a lingering look back at the stall where sounds of heated passion continued.
Outside Emilie glanced around at the passersby walking along the midway going from booth to booth oblivious to the recent events. She felt frustrated and ignored. In no mood to mingle with the tourists enjoying their outing and unable to join her friends she headed for the privacy of the viewing platform.
Using the elevator, she rode to the second floor viewing room with its panoramic scenery of the endless Pacific. As she suspected the area was empty. She saw nothing through the large windows but than the black velvet night across the ocean and a few itinerant fishermen trying their luck at night angling on the deck below.
She could feel unreleased need warming her belly as she walked; her steps agitated and sharp. “Damn, them,” she thought bitterly, “how could they leave me here alone.” Still, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at the results of the strange magician’s trick. “How had he done that?”
Remembering how they had stood in line as Grimm circled them, briefly touching each on their shoulder. She recalled having felt a warm flushing tingle run through her as Grimm’s large fingers rested on her bare skin. “…something different about each of you,” she remembered Grimm saying.
Feeling a stammer of apprehension, Emilie slowly slid her hand down her jeans. Not finding any apparent alteration in either the familiar shape of her pussy, she idly caressed the denim covered mound, lost in thought as she wondered what Kaori and Stephanie were doing. As she stroked her cunny she realized her fingers felt dull, numb, miles away from the tender flesh just beneath the fabric; as if the ultra-sensitive nerves lining her vagina were anesthetized somehow. She hardly had time to consider the sensations.
“Should I leave you to finish yourself off or would you like some company?” she heard a man’s deep baritone question behind her.
Startled, her hand flew from between her legs as she whirled. “You!” She exclaimed in surprise. Before her, emerging from the shadows of the stairwell was none other than Denny Brice.
“What are you doing here? And why are you sneaking up on me?”
“Hardly sneaking,” he responded blandly, “you were so lost in…um…thought, that I doubt blaring trumpets would have disturbed you.”
“Hmmpph!” Emilie snorted, blushing as she regarded the arrogant bastard standing in front of her. Confident and imperturbable he strolled closer, bringing his six-foot four-inch frame closer. With that cat-ate-the-canary grin, golden tumble of wavy locks and his tailored Armani suit he looked like a movie star. She couldn’t help but notice how broad his shoulders were nor how slender his flat stomach and hips seemed in comparison.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” She challenged, defiance settling into her eyes and the determined set of her shoulders.
“I followed you.” He stated plainly.
“You…you what?” Emilie stuttered taken aback at the bastard’s boldness. Taking a step back she retreated from his looming presence.
“Followed you. Is something wrong with your hearing, Councilor?”
“Nothing wrong with my hearing,” Emilie replied growing angry, “I’m pretty certain I just heard you admit to stalking me. Not something I’m sure the other Partners would appreciate learning.”
“How would they ever know?” Brice’s challenging glare, smoldering and dark, burned into her own sending rills of fear darting up her spine raising the hair on her arms. “This man is more dangerous than I’d imagined,” she thought in worry.
“I could tell them,” she warned. “I know I’m just an Associate, but your reputation precedes you. And in this day and age, corporations can’t afford to ignore sexual harassment complaints.”
“Yes,” Brice pondered thoughtfully pacing slowly around the enclosed platform, “I suppose you could make trouble for me,” he agreed nonchalantly. “It would be a problem,” he continued, “if only Grimm hadn’t seen to it that you will do whatever I please, when I please.”
“Grimm?” Emilie retorted in surprise, “What the fuck does he have to do with anything?”
“I’ll tell you that,” Brice taunted, “if you tell me one thing.”
“What?” Emilie asked reluctantly.
Brice arrested his pacing and neared the diminutive blonde bringing his face inches away from her own. Despite herself, Emilie couldn’t help but inhale the musky scent of his cologne mixed with the sweet, salty smell of a man. Unbidden images of him taking her in his muscled arms flitted through her mind. Batting the disturbing images aside like irritating gnats, she turned her concentration back the towering figure.
“When you were stroking your pussy just now did it feel somehow…different?” His eyes drilled into her nearly taking her breath away from the fiery intensity of his regard.
Indignant Emilie retorted, “I’m not going to answer that! How dare you ask me such a thing!” Emilie started to brush past him intent on leaving.
With ease Brice grasped her upper arms and held her firmly in place forcing her to look at him. Trying to break away, she quickly realized the strength in the man’s grip. Before she could speak, Brice continued, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t actually a fair question. It wasn’t fair,” he explained, “because I already know the answer. I know that your usually highly sensitive cunt felt almost nothing from your caresses.”
Emilie tried again to twist free from Brice’s iron grasp. “And I know,” he went on, “that no matter what you do, it will never have feeling again. In fact, you’ll find that nothing feels as it should. Your nipples will not tingle and stiffen as they’re teased and tweaked. Your skin will not burn from a lover’s caress as he traces sweet circles on even your most sensitive portions. And nothing you or anyone else can do will ever again give you release from your desires. You will never have an orgasm again.”
Emilie was nearly shuddering with anger at the high-handed treatment and astonishing behavior coming from this man. Her heart thudded hollowly as she tried not to listen to the voice in her head telling her that what this bastard said was true. The numbness she’d felt returned in her memory. She’d thought it was just the thick denim. But what if it wasn’t? What if somehow her senses were suborned, co-opted, taken over by this son of a bitch?
With a frantic wrench, Emilie broke out of the domineering man’s grasp, “you’d like me to think that, wouldn’t you, Mister High and Mighty, and God’s gift to women.” Emilie roared, moving away. “Just who in the hell do you think you are, you arrogant prick!?”
Brice watched as she backed away from him in anger and fear. There was only one way to prove his hold over her. Only one thing would grab her attention.
Swiftly he closed on her, his left hand coming up as she tried to back away. Too late, his fingers caressed her cheek sliding along the delicate line of her jaw, tender, nearly ephemeral; it was enough.
Emilie’s knees buckled as her pussy clenched, intense spasms rippling through her in burning waves. “Ohhhh!” She screamed as the sudden orgasm pounded through her. Falling
to the floor, her knees drew to her chest as she tried to curl away from the most powerful orgasm she had ever known. Gushing sprays of cream squirted from her cunny soaking her panties as she writhed on the floor. She felt her breasts burn as if a thousand silky fingers covered every inch of her skin.
Her ass bucked and humped as the ghostly fingers traced and expanded covering every inch of her body. Fingers delved between her ass cheeks sliding along her thighs, entering her anus, invading her throbbing cunt. It was as if every minute part of her body was receiving erotic attention from an endless horde of ravaging lovers. Nothing she’d experienced before had ever come close to the total envelopment she experienced now. Her body responded without thought, without restraint.
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