Chapter 18
Paula Jardine was having the time of her life as the new mistress of Le Club Gala. The dynamic, attractive redhead found she had a real talent for recruiting lovely lookers from the States. She also had an uncanny knack for sizing up the secret screwing needs of every type of tourist of either sex. Since she gave them just what they needed, word spread and business was booming. She didn't need the money, but she was gaining a certain kind of fame, far beyond St. Lazure.
Right now she was giving her unique, highly personalized employment interview to a candidate for Le Club Gala. The candidate was a finely-featured, raven-tressed Cuban beauty with a fabulous figure. She held herself proudly before Paula, as befitted her aristocratic Castilian heritage. Maria was a refugee from Castro who had flown in from Miami.
"Strip, and I mean everything!" Paula brusquely ordered the surprised girl.
As Maria's shapely, enticing perfection was revealed, the bright-eyed Paula moistened her lips with her tongue. She opened her loose-fitting negligee and taking a sort of waist harness out of her desk drawer, began fastening it around her hips. Maria looked wide-eyed at the belt and what it held. Paula was made into a male by a large extremely life-like flexible rubber imitation prick.
"Lie down, and don't be frightened," Paula soothed Maria. "Just make believe I'm a customer."
Paula fondled and kneaded the lovely abundance of Maria's firm young breasts. Her nipples looked like dark, large cherries and became stiffly erect at the touch of Paula's lips. Her mouth roamed downward to the satiny, rounded belly, pausing to penetrate the creviced navel. Maria, her eyes closed was beginning to moan softly as her svelte hips moved restlessly. She pulled Paula toward her, and grinding her belly against her, sighed with satisfaction when the redhead decked her. Maria raised a rounded knee with smooth grace, and fondling Paula's rubber prick as if it were the real thing engulfed it with passionate thighs.
Paula arched above her and lunged with a strong steady drive into her cunt that Maria matched with fluid, rhythmic hips. As Paula pressed on, cupping the girls' round, perfect buttock cheeks, Maria began to make little mewing sounds. It turned to a full-throated sobbing cry as her body contorted wildly with the peak orgasmic pleasure that suddenly flooded through her.
"Madre de Dios!" she wept "You are a better man than those I have had!"
"You'll do," Paula smiled. "And I want you to keep that crying gimmick when you end ... It'll give the tourist Johns a real charge!"
"Gracias," Maria said tearfully.
Yes, it was a great life for Paula. Then too she was the social queen of the island. Brenda had faded from the picture completely. Now that Pat was no longer wanted by the law, the two were happy. True, they had some noisy quarrels, even violent ones, according to the gossip of the local kitchen servants, but to all intents and purposes Brenda and Pat were permanently stuck with one another and had no time for anything outside their own relationship.