Chapter 16
In the luxurious master bedroom of the Villa Jolie, Paula's sumptuous loveliness was undulating on the double bed. She was a real dark redhead all over, and her white skin with Nikki's tawny blonde head swaying between her thighs made a vivid picture. Paula's buttocks began to squirm and her breathing came in sharp gasps as Nikki's artfully stimulating mouth-rhythm became more rapid.
Nikki's soft lips were making white flashed of intense pleasure zing through her quivering flesh. She felt herself reaching her point of no return, where she usually crested off on mindless waves of pleasure. But now, in spite of Nikki's best cunt-lapping efforts she felt nothing, saw nothing but Michele's sultry, domineering face overwhelming her.
There was no hope, she knew. She would have to give up her home in St. Lazure. Unless she could put thousands of miles between them, she would always be subject to the fiendish tyranny of Michele. The woman was a devil. A she-devil-and this island was her domain.
Paula twitched and moved her hips meaningfully. The motion drew an immediate response from the leeching lips, but it didn't help much. Her burden was too great. Her island idyll was over and it had ended sourly.
In fact, about the only pleasing thing lately was the way that young writer was fawning over her. Burt Nestler. Maybe she would take him under her wing for a while. But men, no matter how handsome, just weren't very appealing. It was only too obvious that Burt was after her money. Oh well, perhaps a short affair might make her forget those humiliating moments under the pussy of Michele.
Downstairs, the doorbell sounded. Tightening her thighs to hold Nikki's hand in place, Paula lifted her head and raised her voice in a shout. "Pat? Who's at the door?"
The answer came as a surprise. "It's Miss Gaylord. Diane Gaylord wants to see you, Paula."
"Oh? Ask her to come up here, will you?" Hastily, brusquely, she dislodged Nikki. "No more now, sweetie. Get out a negligee for me, huh? And you'd better hand me that comb. I ought to do something about my hair."
It was probably just a friendly call, Paula figured, but it always paid to look her best. Perhaps Diane was seeking a bit of offbeat fun. That would be nice. Something to while away the hows and erase those ugly thoughts.
But as it turned out, Diane's interest lay in business rather thro in pleasure. She was friendly enough, naturally, but it was plain to see that she had something on her mind that was more important than a few hours of frigging.
Her news stunned Paula. "You mean it, Diane? Michele is thinking of leaving the island?"
"It's true. Oh, she isn't sure yet, but she's been complaining about how bored she is with St. Lazure. She's getting old, you know. I heard her say that if she could get a decent offer for her business, she'd sell out and buy a little farm somewhere back on the mainland. That's why I came here to see you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Well, I've become enchanted with St. Lazure. I might even buy a cottage here myself-nothing elaborate, of course, just a little vacation hideaway. Only it wouldn't be much fun if Michele's place wasn't open. I don't mean open, really, but swinging the way it is now. Some stupid square might get hold of it and run it into the ground. So I thought of you. Paula, if you bought Michele out it would be terrific."
"You're kidding. Me-a madam?"
"Why not? You could do it. Actually, there's a girl there who does most of the real work. Yvette, I think her name is-and she's pretty efficient. So you would just supervise and rake in the profits-not that money is an issue, I suppose. But think of the fun. All those Cute chicks jumping to obey every time you so much as snap your fingers. I've seen the way Michele bosses them around and believe me, it's a crazy scene."
"But-but I wouldn't know what to do. Still, it does sound interesting, I'll admit. How about Brenda? Did you talk to her about it?"
"Good grief, no. Brenda is an old friend, but she's exactly the kind of person who would ruin the place. She's much too inhibited. You're the one, Paula and it would make me happy to see you take over. I'd be a steady visitor-or customer, rather-every time I had a week or so between pictures. Anyway, it's an idea and I had to tell you about it."
"Thanks, Diane. I appreciate what you're doing. But there are all kinds of obstacles, frankly. For one thing, I have no idea what the place is worth. And for another, well, Michele and I don't get along too smoothly. I wouldn't even care to see her and discuss it"
"OH? In that case, I wouldn't mind going back and forth between you. I doubt if there'll be much haggling over price. If Michele really plans on selling, shell certainly draw up figures on the total value and make sure they're legal and accurate. So that won't be a problem. You can even sign the final papers separately, I imagine."
It sounded good to Paula. Far-fetched as it seemed, it was a solution to her problem. A way out. She could remain here on the island and never be troubled by Michele again. She would have no further qualms about accidentally bumping into the monstrous creature and tumbling into the disgusting abyss again. If owning the place didn't work out she could always turn right around and resell it, even at a loss if it came to that. With her kind of money, it would be worth any loss, practically, to get rid of the haunting apprehension that had her so upset lately. Yes, why not give it a try?
"Diane, you're a sweetheart. I'll do it. If what you say is true, I'm willing. Can you find out if Michele really wants to sell? If she does, I'm ready to talk business. Not directly, of course, but through you. Will you do it?"
"I'll be glad to."
"But it might mean a lot of work for you. You should get an agent's fee, at least, although I know better than offering you one. Still, I do feel indebted to you."
"Indebted, Paula? Hmmm, that's a thought. As a matter-of-fact, there is something you can do for me."
"Tell me. Honey, I'm at your service." Paula licked her lips in a deliberately provocative motion. "Don't be bashful. If it's what I'm thinking of ... "
"Relax, girl." Diane's eyes sparkled. "No, it's nothing like that. Although it might be if you do buy the house and I come visit you. No, this is something else. It's not even for me, it's for Brenda."
"Brenda?" Paula went cold.
"Uh-huh. She wants to adopt Pat."
"Adopt heft"
"That's it. She feels like a mother toward the kid. A kind of sexy mother, if my guess is right-but that's none of my business. Anyway, if you could see your way clear to helping her out, I'd appreciate it"
"Diane, I don't like turning you down. But why should I do anything to help Brenda?"
"Because it would be a good thing all around. If Brenda has a youngster to take care of, she'll settle down and stop fretting about being the social queen bee of the island. Pat will be enough for her, and Brenda won't be knocking herself out giving all those parties. "You really think so?"
"I'm sure of it. She as much as told me so. Brenda loves that kid-and she's always been a frustrated mother with no children to keep her occupied. There's something else, too, Paula. I'll feel funny coming to St. Lazure if you and Brenda aren't friends. After all, I like you both and I hate being stuck in the middle. So what do you say? Even if you're doing it just for me give Brenda and Pat a break, will you?"
Paula shrugged. "Oh, all right. It isn't that important to me, one way or the other. Besides, if I buy Michele out I won't have time for Pat Brenda can have her. It might take a little legal maneuvering, but I think I've got enough influence to get the girl out of the trouble she's in. You know about that, don't you? Pat isn't exactly an angel. I don't envy Brenda if she adopts her."
"That's Brenda's headache, not ours. She's not the easiest person to get along with, either. They'll probably make life hell for each other. But it's what the two of them want, and they'll be grateful if you lend a hand."
"I'll fix it. You'll check on Michele right away won't you? Now that I've thought about it, I'm really quite anxious. So do your best for me, hmnun?"
"My very best I know you'll do whatever you can for Brenda and Pat, Paula, you're a doll. I think you and I are going to be great buddies for years to come."
"Just buddies?"
"Well...."
Paula stared at Diane's dazzling blonde perfection.
She was entranced by those upward curving breasts, the overwhelming curves of her asscheeks which jiggled so naturally and enticingly every time she moved. Impulsively, Paula kissed Diane's flushed smooth cheek. To her surprise she felt Diane's velvety full mouth return the kiss on her lips.
This unexpected token of affection made Paula react like a sex-starved movie fan. She sank to her knees, worshipping the glamorous star by kissing her inner thighs. Diane leaned her buttocks lazily against the wall. Her short shorts dropped around her ankles, revealing the nude beauty of her cunt and bush. Paula hesitated a moment, and seeing the smiling invitation in Diane's eyes, her mouth went gratefully to the proffered delicately pink cuntlips....
Not a bad way to seal the deal, Diane thought as a tingling orgasm exploded pleasurably thoughout her writhing twat.