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  “Come for me, baby,” I said.

  She sucked on my neck. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and her thighs quivered as she reached her climax right there on the dance floor.

  We got all sorts of propositions as we made our way back to our table. One guy even offered a hundred bucks if he could go down on Angie.

  Ashley brought us fresh drinks.

  “How would you feel about coming home with us?” Angie asked outright.

  She chewed her lower lip thoughtfully, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Sure, why not?”

  Ashley met us in the parking lot after work. She’d changed out of her uniform and into a pair of jeans and a blouse. She left her car and rode with us. We were hardly out of the parking lot Ashley reached under Angie’s skirt to finger her.

  “Ummm, you’re so wet,” Ashley murmured.

  She leaned over and kissed Angie on the mouth. Angie responded eagerly by sucking Ashley’s tongue into her mouth. It was hard to concentrate on driving with the girls making out and Ashley fingering Angie.

  When we got to the house, Angie took Ashley upstairs to our bedroom. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen before I joined them. Angie was already naked. Ashley was nearly naked.

  I lit a cigarette and sat down to watch.

  They were on the bed, both topless. Ashley leaned over Angie and started sucking her nipples. She gathered Angie’s big, soft tits in her hands and went from one nipple to the next, sucking and biting them, and then she worked her way down, stopping to kiss Angie’s belly.

  Angie spread her legs and gently urged Ashley lower. She opened her pussy lips with two fingers, offering her coral-pink inner lips to Ashley, who wasted no time running her tongue over the slick, soft folds.

  Ashley’s ass was facing me, raised into the air. Her pink panties stretched tight over her ass cheeks and outlined the lips of her pussy. The temptation to tug those panties down and eat my fill was almost too much, but I resisted the urge.

  Ashley slipped two fingers into Angie’s pussy. Angie raised her ass off the bed to give Ashley easier access. Ashley continued to eat Angie while she fingered her, watching Angie’s reaction over the mound of her pussy.

  Angie pumped her pussy against Ashley’s mouth. She pushed her tits together and sucked her own nipples.

  Ashley took off her panties and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. When Angie went down on Ashley, I got behind Angie took her by her hips, pulling her to me so I could lick her asshole and pussy. I could hear Angie’s muffled moans as she ate her first pussy.

  I took off my clothes. My cock was so hard it hurt. I guided it into Angie’s pussy. She was dripping with juice. My cock slid right in. I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and rubbed my thumb around her asshole as I watched my cock slip in and out of her clinging pussy lips. I pressed my thumb against her tight asshole and felt a slight resistance. Angie shifted her ass and moaned. The tip of my thumb pressed into her bottom.

  “You like that, baby?” I asked, easing my thumb a little further up her ass.

  I fucked her pussy with long, full strokes. Each thrust of my cock pushed her into Ashley’s wet cunt. Ashley groaned and started breathing harder. She twisted her fingers in Angie’s hair and pulled Angie to her as she came.

  To my surprise, Angie suggested the two of them give me a blow job. I wasn’t about to complain. The two of them ran their wet tongues up and down my shaft, swapping it back and forth. When one of them sucked and licked my balls, the other was taking my cock in her mouth.

  “Oh, shit, I’m going to come,” I warned them.

  Angie pushed my cock into Ashley’s mouth and jerked me off as I exploded. Ashley gulped hard, swallowing the first creamy spurts. Angie pulled my dick from Ashley’s mouth and quickly covered it with hers, taking a splash on her cheek before she swallowed the last few spurts.

  They embraced each other and kissed, their sticky tongues dancing together, swapping cum back and forth. Angie pulled my cock to her mouth and licked it clean. Ashley kissed her again, then they kissed around the head of my cock.

  We played until the sun came up, then we went for breakfast before dropping Ashley back at her car. The three of us made plans to get together again.

  After Ashley, Angie and I talked about another threesome, this time with a man. Angie liked the idea of taking on two guys at once.

  I had no doubt she could pull it off, and with her penchant for advertising, I figured we wouldn’t have any trouble finding a willing participant…

  Goodbye Goody Two-Shoes

  This was a big day for Andrea Rogers. Today was the day she would be promoted to vice president of the advertising department. As far as she knew, she was the only one in line for the position. She’d been with Martin and Henderson for fifteen years. She’d written some of the company’s most successful ad campaigns, and she’d been personally responsible for bringing in some of the biggest accounts.

  She was ready to accept the challenge of vice president. In the meantime, she opened her briefcase and sipped her Café breve. She was just about to go over her notes for the day when Garrett Martin, the company president, stuck his head out and called her to his office.

  This was her big moment. She’d worked hard for it, and while she generally didn’t like to toot her own horn, in this case she deserved it.

  But something was wrong. She knew it as soon as she entered the office. The look on Garrett’s face wasn’t a look she expected. There was no beaming smile, he didn’t offer her his hand, he didn’t even ask her to sit.

  Then she saw the tall blonde sitting off to the side, relaxing on the leather couch. She was glowing with an air of superiority that told Andrea all she needed to know. She had been passed over for the promotion, and worse still, the job had gone to this bitch with the fake tits and fake tan.

  Andrea knew her well. She’d been with the company for a little more than one year. She wore her skirts short and her blouses half unbuttoned. Her name was Shawna Philips. She was twenty-five years old, inexperienced in the business, and apparently not above fucking and sucking her way to the top.

  “Andrea, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you,” Garrett said, and then he actually did ask her to have a seat. “After careful consideration, I’ve decided that Shawna is best suited for the promotion.” He paused for a moment, waiting for her reaction, and when Andrea said nothing, he continued. “I’m also taking you off the Benton Industries account. I’ll be handing them over to Shawna.”

  “Are you kidding me,” Andrea said. “I’ve worked that account for Six months. She doesn’t know the first thing about-”

  “You’ll hand over your files and anything pertaining to the account,” Garrett said. “Shawna will oversee the account now.”

  Andrea fought back her tears. It wasn’t fair. She worked hard to make her way in this business, but just because she wasn’t as sexy as Shawna, and just because she wasn’t willing to sell out, she was taking a backseat to the bimbo.

  “I hope you understand how-” Garrett began.

  “No, I really don’t think I do,” she said, surprising herself with her words. “I mean, my tits are obviously not big enough, and I know I haven’t sucked your dick-”

  “Wait just a minute… I think you’ve said enough for now. If you want to continue on with the company-”

  “I don’t think I want to,” Andrea said.

  She got up and excused herself gracefully. At least as gracefully as she could under the circumstances. Truth was, she was not only angry, she was embarrassed. She felt inferior and foolish… and she’d felt rejected.

  And now she was out of a job.

  * * * *

  Ricky would be able to get her through this. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. He’d been her rock for three years now.

  She slid the key into the lock and let herself into their apartment. He would still be at work. She’d surprise him with a nice dinner, maybe a little romance-

>   She froze and listened, the door to the apartment still open. Noises coming from the bedroom. Sounds she fully recognized and understood. There was the gentle, rhythmic creak of bedsprings, the light tapping of the headboard against the wall. How many times had she wanted to pull the bed away from the wall?

  “Ohhhh, Ricky, oh yeah, oh yeah, give it to me, baby, fuck me!”

  Andrea closed the door softly, moved across the living room and down the hallway, careful not to make any noise. Not that she’d be heard above the grunts and groans and all the panting anyway.

  The bedroom door was standing open. Andrea could see into the room. Ricky was on his back. A woman with red hair was straddling him, riding him hard. Her tits were heavy and pale. She dangled them in Ricky’s face. He squeezed her tits together and went to work on her nipples, sucking one and then the other.

  Andrea bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out. She was hurt and she was angry. The two emotions raged against one another for control. Andrea wanted no part of either at the moment. She wanted to escape, run away and hide.

  She backed down the hall, having a hard time tearing her eyes away from the scene in the bedroom. Halfway down the hall, she turned and hurried out of the apartment, back onto the streets. She got in her car and drove. She had no destination in mind. She was lost. The one person she thought she could depend on had betrayed her. She was on her own now.

  Andrea drove to the West End, a trendy part of town where a diverse mix of people moved about twenty-four hours a day. It was still early, so a good portion of the crowd consisted of business men and women out for an early lunch. As evening approached, the business crowd would give way to freaks, hookers and pimps, gay and lesbian lovers, and to the art crowd.

  Andrea stopped at a small café and ordered a cup of espresso with heavy cream. She drank the coffee slowly, contemplating her life. She couldn’t go home and look at Ricky without confronting him, and she didn’t feel like having it out with him right now. In fact, she never wanted to have it out with him. She simply wanted to move on with her life.

  Andrea walked. She took in a movie, which she didn’t pay attention to, and then she ate a late lunch. It was after lunch, as she was heading back to her car, that she saw them in the window, a pair of stiletto shoes, black with seven-inch heels and thin criss-crossing straps decorated with tiny diamonds.

  She stared at the shoes until she was looking beyond them, staring at her reflection in the glass. What she saw was a thirty-eight year-old woman with dull brown hair pulled up in a tight bun and her body hidden beneath a power suit-a woman who’d spent her life working to be a success…

  … and had failed miserably at it.

  The shoes came into focus again. The tiny diamonds on the straps caught the light of the sun and put on a dazzling light show.

  She needed those shoes.

  She went into the shop. A short, heavyset woman approached her immediately. “Can I help you find something?” she asked.

  “Those shoes,” Andrea said, pointing at the display window. “How much are those stiletto heels?”

  “Beautiful, aren’t they?” the saleswoman said. She went to the window and brought the shoes out, offering them to Andrea. “They’re one thousand twenty-five dollars,” she said. “They belonged to the wife of a mobster in the thirties.”

  Andrea took the shoes and held them up for inspection. They were beautiful.

  “The shoes are leather, the diamonds are real,” the saleswoman said.

  Andrea felt a rush of excitement. It was a lot of money, but she had to have the shoes. “I’ll take them,” she said, and she handed over her American Express.

  * * * *

  Andrea showed up one day with a moving van and two husky moving men. When she told Ricky she was moving out and why, Ricky’s first instinct was to lie to her. When he realized lying wasn’t an option, Ricky tried blaming his actions on Andrea, and when that failed, he cried and begged for her forgiveness.

  The first night in her new apartment was rough. Andrea wasn’t used to the silence. She sat on her bed that first night, contemplating the changes her life had taken in just a week’s time. She had no immediate job prospects, and while she had a few thousand in her savings account, the money wouldn’t last long.

  She took her new stiletto shoes from under the bed. She felt different the instant she had them in her hands. Something about the shoes made her feel powerful and sexy. She had not tried them on yet. All the money she’d paid for the shoes and she still had no idea if they’d fit.

  She pulled her nightgown off, slipped the shoes on, and checked herself in a full-length mirror. The shoes made her legs look longer and leaner than they truly were. She ran her hands through her hair, messing it up a little, making it look wilder. She took off her white cotton panties and slipped on a pair of black silk panties with a tiny red rose embroidered at the right hip. She’d bought the panties at Ricky’s request, and she’d worn them for him that same night, and now she thought about what a waste it had been.

  Her nipples were stiff. She wet a finger and traced it around her areola, causing little tiny goose bumps to rise on her flesh. She teased the nipple with a gentle circular motion, then she let her fingers wander over to her other nipple.

  She quickly removed her nightgown and fell back on the bed, drawing her feet up to rest them on the edge of the bed. One hand found its way down her panties, the other moved over her breasts. She rolled her nipples under her palms and slid her index finger between the lips of her pussy. She was surprised to find herself so wet and hot.

  Andrea raised her ass and pushed her panties down. She grabbed an ankle and dragged her foot up, bringing the tip of the seven inch heel to rest against the slick entrance of her pussy. She grabbed hold of her ankle and slowly drew the tapered heel into her pussy.

  Andrea was not often horny. She’d never denied Ricky sex when he wanted it, but rarely had she been the one to initiate, and she certainly had never felt the need to masturbate. In fact, she had never in her life, until this very moment, understood the need for masturbation.

  She took off her right shoe and pressed the heel against her clitoris. Her back arched and her hips moved in a gentle rhythm as she pressed herself harder against the tip of the heel. It felt so good, she wondered what it would feel like to fuck herself with the other heel. She took off her other shoe and slid the heel into her pussy. The combination of the heel on her clit and the other one sliding in and out of her cunt made her come rather quickly.

  This self-induced orgasm signified a change. Andrea was tired of being Miss Goody Two-Shoes. She liked how she felt when she strapped on her new stilettos. She felt sexy and free, and yeah, even whorish, and she wanted to use her newfound freedom and power to come out on top for a change.

  * * * *

  It was easy enough to get into the building. The security guard in the lobby knew her, and one look at the way she looked now, he was practically begging to sniff her ass. She might have let him too, had she not been focused on other business at this moment.

  She’d gotten her hair cut, layered, and lightened. She’d bought a new wardrobe. Tonight she wore a short leather skirt, a half-top, fishnet stockings, and her diamond-studded stilettos. She’d neglected to wear panties.

  Garrett was working late. The guard had confirmed it. He always worked late on Thursdays. Andrea felt under her skirt as she took the elevator to the tenth floor. She was dripping with juices, so horny she wanted to get herself off right there in the elevator. It would take everything she had not to let Garrett fuck her, but that was the way she had to do it tonight.

  Tonight was about baiting him.

  The elevator doors slid open. The tenth floor was deserted. She could see Garrett’s office at the end of the hallway, a dim light spilling from the open door. Garrett was sitting behind his desk, his head down over an open file folder. He was going through paperwork and making notations.

  Andrea knocked on the door.

>   “Yes?” Garrett said, his tone of voice tired and disinterested.

  “Hi, Garrett,” Andrea said, turning on the sex appeal.

  He looked up, did a double take, and immediately stood up. “Andrea?” he said, and it was apparent by the look on his face that he was shocked.

  “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” she said.

  Nothing was more important to Garrett than fucking.

  “Not a thing,” he said. “My God, look at you. I can’t… what the hell happened. You’re so different, you’re-”

  “Fuckable?” she cut in.

  He was stunned at her frankness. “As a matter of fact, yes,” he said. “You look extremely fuckable.”

  “Good. We’re on the same page.”

  “I don’t understand,” he said. “You came here to fuck me?”

  “Not just yet,” Andrea said. “It depends on whether or not you can give me what I want.”

  “What exactly do you want?” he asked, eager to please.

  Andrea went to him. She grabbed his crotch and squeezed. She felt his cock through his trousers, hard and eager. She tugged down his zipper and pulled his dick out, closing it in a tight fist. She fixed him with bedroom eyes as she slowly masturbated him.

  “I want an adventure,” she said. “I want something new and exciting, something I’ve never done before.”

  Garrett was only half listening to her. His focus was on her fingers as they moved so lovingly along the length of his erection. Why hadn’t he seen this side of Andrea before? Why hadn’t he seen the whore beneath the all-business exterior? Maybe he was losing his touch.

  “What about it?” Andrea asked. “Would you be willing to give me something I’ve never had before?”

  He nodded eagerly. He would have given her anything at that moment.