The two ladies spend the next hour with Daphne questioning Lacy about being involved in the oldest occupation in the world. And by the time they’re done, Daphne finds herself loaded, considering a new profession and desperately wanting to fuck the young woman. Why not? Not only are men paying thousands of dollars to be with her, she’s also hotter than bacon grease, and Daphne not having sexual physical contact in over a year is horny as hell.
“So, what do you think-- should we get out of here?” asks the curvy beauty boldly.
Lacy having been with enough men and women to know a proposition when she hears one, agrees without hesitation.
The two women make their way through the parking lot and into Lacy’s shiny new Porsche. Daphne, too embarrassed to bring anyone to her modest apartment, suggest they continue the evening at Lacy’s— to which she agrees.
A half an hour later the women find themselves in a bedroom alone, standing naked, passionately roaming over each other’s bodies as they stand locked in a sexual embrace.
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Daphne admires the young woman’s body—she knows how much work it takes to maintain something like that. “Your body is gorgeous,” she whispers, with her hands running over the girl’s breasts. Her nipples are small and pink, and stand erect when pinched between Daphne’s fingers leaving the girl cooing for more.
“Twist it,” she moans, and Daphne obliges with a tug before taking it in her mouth and biting lightly. “Oh shit. I like that, give me more.”
Daphne’s hand fits perfectly around the girl’s free breast and she cups it, squeezing and releasing as she nibbles the other eagerly.
Lifting her face from her breast, Lacy kisses Daphne, telling her, “It’s my turn now.” And her hands cup underneath the downward protruding torpedo-like tits of the magnificently curved beauty; juggling the massive orbs as she speaks excitedly. “I’ve never seen anything like them. They’re so hot. You’re making me wet,” she pants, and hefting a thick bag to her mouth, she suckles like a baby on a hard nipple, making Daphne moan.
The girl’s body shivers when her idol’s hand slides between her legs, finding her treasure wet, as promised. Her pussy is taunt showing the girl’s young age and making Daphne feel a little sad with the realization of a fading youth. She always wondered why a lot of men prefer a younger woman, and with the squirming girl’s silky pussy beginning to cum she can now see why.
“Lay on the bed; I want to taste you.”
With her body quickly going limp, Lacy makes her way, wobbly-legged, over to bed and lies on her back spreading her tiny legs.
Daphne follows and straddling over her body she lets the nipples of her hanging breasts graze over Lacy’s naked flesh. Both women are feeling the electricity as the fleshy orbs travel along. Bringing them to her face, she runs them over Lacy’s extended tongue who fingers her own clit as she covers Daphne’s nipples in spit.
Moving down between the girl’s legs, she can smell the musky odor from the slick juices covering her cunt and she licks over the slit, making Lacy moan and squirm. Her pussy is sweet, and Daphne lathes upon it again, savoring the taste, before pushing a finger inside.
“Oooh, yes. Put it in me,” she stutters, as the finger makes its way inside. Her little hips rise up to meet the nibbling tongue and probing finger; and soon she’s shaking through another orgasm.
Daphne’s fingers continue fanning quickly over the tiny hood of Lacy’s swollen clitoris, sending her into a spastic jolt that has Daphne trying to control the younger woman’s contorting body.
The older woman lies between her legs, slowly licking at her hole and playing with her petite clit. “Will you make love to me,” Lacy asks, softly, looking down at the plump sexiness between her legs.
“Yes,” she answers, kneeling up and lifting Lacy’s thin legs in the air, she positions her large frame, connecting the women’s cunts in a tight embrace and slowly rocking her pelvis, she locks them both in place. The women lay together each holding the other’s leg for leverage, as they begin to fuck. Slowly they move at first, finding each other’s soaking wet, split vulvas and grinding deeply in place.
Within seconds Daphne is squirting on the young woman, having her first orgasm with another person in over three years. Harder the women press and faster they grind, sending each other into a round of multiple orgasms that have them both screaming aloud and soaking Lacy’s bed.
“Get on your knees.” Still panting, Lacy crawls into the doggie position with Daphne close behind. Running her hand between her cheeks, she sticks the tip of a finger into her puckered tight hole, turning it lightly, and pushing it inside; making Lacy scream with pleasure. Her body jumps and pushes back, begging for more. Splaying her fingers wide, Daphne slide two fingers into the girl’s cunt, and simultaneously finger fucks both holes.
Lacy screams and thrashes wildly, letting Daphne know she loves to reamed deep; who gives her what she wants. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming again!” She yells pushing her ass back upon the thrusting hand, and Daphne fucks her until she’s done.
Lacy’s body falls flat on the bad and Daphne down beside her, petting her the wet locks of red hair that surround her flushed red face. Both women lay silently, with the sound of their recovering breaths being the only noise inside of the room.
Caressing each other well into the early hours of the morning, the women finally fall asleep, having exhausted themselves sexually.
~ ~ ~ ~
When the women awaken the next morning the sun is high in the air and birds are chirping loudly outside. Lacy makes them both coffee and they lay in bed, going over the night, and telling each other about their lives.
“I still don’t see how they can hold you responsible,” Lacy states. She’s confused at the story of Daphne’s decline and the pending law suits.
“It was my companies he used as collateral,” Daphne acknowledges.
“Without your knowledge, right?”
“Not exactly—I knew about it, but I thought it was something totally different. It was going to be a paradise-- a fitness resort for the rich and famous. He showed me all of the plans: acres of waterfront property, luxury villas, large fitness club; beautiful golf course with a waterfall. We even had a private landing strip to shuttle in our clients.” She glows momentarily remembering when she still had hopes that they would bounce back financially.
“God, that sounds beautiful.”
“It would have been.”
“What happened?”
“Truthfully? I really don’t know. I was never able to talk to Steven. He had large sums of money transferred from our accounts and flew to Belize to meet with his business partners. That was the last time I saw him. They found him dead the next day.”
BELIZEAN NEWSPAPER PHOTO
“The paper said he drowned and his system was full of cocaine. But that’s bullshit… I mean I believed it at first. Until, I started getting the phone calls.”
“Phone calls?” Lacy questions.
“Telling me I better keep my mouth shut and stop prying. I had been contacting the Belizean government trying to find out what happened to our money. They and his business partners told me they had never received anything from him-- they thought he was involved with a drug cartel, and his overdose convinced the American courts it was true. So basically, I’m just fucked.”
“Wow, I’m sorry-- that sucks.”
“Yeah it does.” Daphne stares at the ceiling lost in thought. “Are you sure you don’t smoke?” She continues in jest.
“Yes, I’m sure.” A disapproving look is shot from the girl and Daphne can’t help but feel a little closer to her. “I got a better idea. Let’s get up and I’ll make us both a berry smoothie and you can lead us through one of your workouts!” Lacy jumps to her feet, straddling Daphne, and offers her hand. “Come on! It’ a great way to start your day... Sound familiar?”
“Oh, God. Who told you that bullshit?” Daphne answers rolling her eyes— groaning she takes Lacy’s hand p
ulling herself up. “I better not hang around you too much; I might start getting healthy again.”
~ ~ ~ ~
“I forgot how good that makes you feel,” Daphne’s exhales deeply and the two women sit exhausted wiping sweat from their glowing faces.
“I can’t believe I just worked out with Daphne D’Angelo,” Lacy pants, her rosy cheeks showing her youth and energy.
“You did more than workout with her,” Daphne reminds, rubbing her inner thigh tenderly. Both women remember the energetic orgasms from the young girl’s spastic cunt as it thrust interlocked upon her own. Her thin white body stiffened before she had reached climax, squirting on them both with short, quick jerks.
The moment is broken by the ringing of Lacy’s cell, which she answers hastily. “Hey, did you find her?”
A look on her face shows the answer she was hoping wouldn’t come. During the morning pillow talk she told of her night’s plans—acting as the hostess and providing 8 girls as companionship during a private after hour party. She had contracted to be paid $2000 per girl and $4000 for herself. Twenty G’s— not bad, for a girl still in her twenties.
She told Daphne she only paid the other girls a thousand bucks each and kept twelve for herself. “It’s inflation, Nig-ga! I saw that in a movie,” she remarked with a shrug and a giggle. “Never mind-- don’t even bother calling her; I’ll get someone else,” she quips, the innocence removed from her voice. A flick of her wrist and the cell is closed. “Wanna go to a party with me tonight?” A blank look covers her face as she quickly turns towards Daphne, questioning with her eyebrows and a smile.
CHAPTER TWO
Daphne’s frame sparkles, accented by the sequined dress hugging her tightly. Her hands form nervously over her curvaceous body. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she whispers. The young girl didn’t have to try too hard to convince the former beauty – A few thousand dollars, to stand around and look pretty for a couple of hours-- I can do that.
Lacy is giddy with excitement and she squeezes her idol’s hand pulling her into the large two-story room. “You look amazing,” she states with a smile, almost feeling guilty for bringing her tonight.
“So what do I do? I’m not going to fuck anyone!”
“Shhh, I told you, you don’t have to. We’re just here to provide company for the guest… Just mingle and have fun.” Lacy walks into the crowd making her way towards the bar on the opposite side of the room.
“Don’t leave me!” Daphne pleads, and she watches the young girl’s thin body move away through the crowd… ‘Oh God, what do I do now?’
She stands alone looking over the room of mostly foreign men and business types. The crowd is sprinkled with younger women, and though she’s dressed in a three thousand dollar gown, she still feels old and out of place.
Her body stiffens when she hears the voice come from behind. “Awkward, isn’t it?”
“I’m sorry, what?” she answers confused, not wanting to turn.
“I said, awkward, isn’t it?
A fear consumes her - what will a rich man willing to pay for sex look like? Will he be old? Fat? Balding? No teeth? Bad breath? Her stomach turns.
“I’m Evan.” The man greets Daphne with a calming smile, extending a finely manicured hand, which she takes hesitantly. Crystal blue eyes are circled by dark lashes, and his features are strong and bold. He continues to smile as he takes her hand, holding it firmly.
“I’m Daphne.”
“Ah Daphne; the beautiful deity pursued by Apollo.”
“Whom she escaped after being turned into a laurel tree.”
“Hmm, I hope she doesn’t do that now. I would miss her company, I’m sure.”
“An escape would be nice, but perhaps I could stay - now that I’m not standing awkwardly alone.”
Evan smiles, releasing Daphne’s hand, and quickly grabs two champagne glasses from a passing waiter. “For the beautiful nymph.”
“Thank you.” She accepts the glass and slowly places her thick lips on the edge before sipping. The pint of Vodka the ladies had drank in the car earlier had eased her nerves, but she could still use about three more of these. However, she’s a lady and being in the presence of a handsome man, naturally she restrains herself to only sucking down half of the glass. “So, Evan, what’s a man like you doing in a place like this?” A black velvet glove covered hand slides a strand of blonde hair behind a petite ear where a long diamond earring sparkles as it hangs, and Daphne looks radiant.
“If you’re asking why am I hanging out in a multi-million dollar penthouse suite, drinking cognac and smoking fine cigars while these gentlemen try and fuck these beautiful young women? – I would answer, I’m a business man.”
Daphne giggles and smiles, realizing she is speaking to the host of the party. “So, what kind of businessman provides young hookers for his guest?”
“A good one,” Evan replies wryly.
“Touché.”
“Merci.” They banter playfully.
“And will you be partaking, yourself tonight?”
“Me? Oh Noooo,” he states in a baritone voice. “They’re for the guests only. I have business to attend to. I’ll be leaving shortly.”
“Leaving all of these guests? I’m sure they’ll be disappointed.”
“It’s late and there’s plenty to keep my guests occupied. I’m sure no one will even miss me.” He winks, motioning his glass at a group of young ladies entertaining some of his older guests and they both smile, knowing it’s true.
“I know one who will.” The words leave Daphne’s lips before she can stop herself. There’s something about him. He’s handsome, strong; confident – she doesn’t want him to leave.
“I was sure the beautiful nymph would have been glad to have made her escape.”
There is a wanting in her voice as Daphne responds, “I think tonight I would prefer to be a captive.”
“Is that an invitation or a submission?”
“Both.”
She watches as he sips from his glass deep in contemplation.
“Perhaps when I return we could find out how willing of a captive you are.”
A deep inhale brings Daphne’s breasts directly into the conversation. “Perhaps… Or, you could stay a little longer? And we could find out now.”
“‘A little longer?’ No, Sweetheart. Captivity is not something you can put a time-frame on.” A quick glance at his watch shows he’s definitely on a tight schedule. “However, meeting with clients over billion dollar deals, you can…And as much as I would love to stay,” his eyes linger on the exposed milky white breasts being offered to him, “I must regretfully decline.”
An exhale shows Daphne’s disappointment. But the fact that he didn’t cave in like most men shows resolve-- making her want him even more. “I’m sure you know how to find me,” she says looking across the room at Lacy, who stands chatting with an older western oil tycoon-looking gentleman – the man definitely showing more interest in the girl’s tender body rather than the conversation.
With a finishing sip Daphne hands her glass back to Evan who accepts with a smile. He watches intently as she turns and leaves making her way across the room, joining the conversation of the young girl and the oil tycoon.
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After shuffling the tycoon off to another girl Daphne and Lacy share a drink alone in a corner. “Oh hell no, he never gets with any of the girls,” Lacy whispers. “He rarely even shows up-- and he never mingles.”
“Excuse me - Ma’am,” an approaching butler interrupts. “You have a phone call.” A small silver platter is held in front of Daphne. A cell phone sits open in the center. She picks it up, slowly bringing it to her ear.
“I can’t promise I can get away from meetings for more than a few hours a day, but if you don’t think you’ll get too lonely sipping drinks by a pool with a waterfall, I could probably provide you with an escape to a jungle paradise… for a couple of days, anyway.”
There’s a long pause as a surprised Daphne contemplates the intriguing proposition. Normally, it would be a flat no to any man she just met twenty minutes ago, but something about him – she wants to know more. “A couple of hours a day? Hmm… what about your nights?”
“Totally free… My plane takes off in twenty minutes. I could have you here in ten.”
Daphne studies Lacy’s face as she ponders the offer. Something on the young lady’s face tells – She knows its Evan on the phone.
“Okay, I’m in.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Lacy watches as her idol leaves following the butler on her way to a rooftop helicopter pad and a quick ride to the L.A International Airport. She sets her drink on the tray of a passing butler, and exits the room.
~ ~ ~ ~
“I don’t have a passport,” Daphne exclaims, following the older staunch-looking gentleman through the door leading to the rooftop. Several blinking lights surround the area and a light breeze blows sending the bottom of her dress flailing about as she steps into the night.
“Don’t worry; Mister Daniels has taken care of everything.” The man’s voice is barely audible above the sound of the swirling copter blades.
“I don’t even have a change of clothes!” she screams, holding her flowing hair as she hesitantly climbs inside.
“Don’t worry, Mister—“
“I know-- Mister Daniels has taken care of everything.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he continues, and with a quick jerk the door is closed behind her.
~ ~ ~ ~
The inside of the refurbished 747 jet airplane resembles a luxurious hotel complete with a piano bar and five star accommodations for guest. An extravagant kitchen and dining area provide excellent cuisine, and all amenities are available-- including a master suite that runs the entire length of the second level. The plane is used mostly as an expensive perk-- usually to help Evan while enticing future business partners.
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