Chapter 2
And so that is how it came about that Toni went to work for Wendy Moore Cosmetics, Inc., and without realizing it, put her young life in the hands of Wendy Moore-a "nutty broad" as Gino had described her. Toni wasn't to get evidence of that until a few weeks later when...watching from her office window, she saw.. .
The two girls entered the small, cheap, lower Fifth Avenue hotel room, about eight-thirty this night. One was a redhead, the other a brunette. Both were young, college-girl types, better looking than average; both were well stacked. They had a couple of drinks and sat and talked; then the redhead suddenly sprawled back on the hotel bed. The brunette came over to her and picked up the redhead's hand and began fondling, then kissing it. Soon, she saw beside the redhead and leaned over and kissed her full on the lips, long and lingeringly. Then her hand slid up under the redhead's skirt, moved caressingly there. In a few moments, her other hand gently unbuttoned the top of the redhead's dress, and moved inside. The redhead began to twist, to writhe, torturously.
The love play between the two girls continued for several minutes; then the brunette rose and pulled the redhead to her feet with her. She began to undress the redhead, who stood trembling, with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and her long, silky, Titian-red hair flowing softly.. .
The offices of Wendy Moore, Inc.-Cosmetics, officially closed at five o'clock. But this evening, at nine o'clock, several lights were still on in their small suite of offices in the building across from the hotel on lower Fifth Avenue. One was in the office of Wendy Moore herself. The other was in the office of Gino Lentini, Promotion Manager. Both were working overtime on this hot summer night. Toni had turned off the light in her office minutes before.
Wendy Moore, at 35, was the perfect picture of a Manhattan career woman. Perfectly coifed and groomed, she was a strikingly handsome brunette, with the mature figure of an Italian movie star. The bomb-like mounds of her full breasts filled to bursting the bodice of her smart two hundred dollar dress. The pouting plumpness of her tight, firm buttocks moved provocatively when she walked, outlined subtly by the sheen of the expensive material. Her face was almost perfectly featured, the long-lashed green eyes well set apart, the nose short and straight, the well-rouged mouth full and succulent without being sloppy looking.
At first glance, Wendy Moore was the epitome of sex. But not at the second or third glance. Then one could see the haughty arrogance of her expression-the straight, too perceptive, too observing expression in her intelligent eyes.
There was no time for sex in Wendy's carefully planned scheme. Money. That was the only scheme Wendy Moore understood. Now, this night, after going over the samples of a new line of creams her firm was putting out, Wendy got up from her desk and stretched, then fit a cigarette and strolled to the window. She stood there, looking down onto the street and the sparse flow of traffic through the business area at this time of night.
When her attention was first attracted to the lighted hotel room window across the way, she wasn't exactly sure. She caught what was going on in there with a passing glance at first; then her gaze flashed back in a stunned double-take. She sucked in a startled breath, uncomprehending, unbelieving, at first.
She told herself that it couldn't be. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. But she could deny it only for a moment. Then she had to face the fact; the one woman was undressing the other. The brunette was peeling off the 'redhead's dress, then reaching behind her to unsnap the bra. The redhead's breasts were small but saucily tip-tilted, the lightly pink nipples aroused until they were unusually long and pointed.
The other girl cupped both the redhead's bared breasts-squeezing, fondling, then bent and touched her lips first to one tender tip, then the other. The redhead seemed to shiver all over, hunching her shoulders.
Watching, Wendy was at first horrified, then embarrassed and wanted to stop looking, but somehow couldn't; she had heard about things like this, about women making love with women, even back in college, but she had never known anyone, personally, who went in for that sort of thing, so she didn't seriously believe it.
As she watched the brunette gently peel a dainty pair of white silk panties down over the redhead's rounded hips and sleekly curving thighs, she saw that the redhead was completely feminine in every possible way.
Then the brunette quickly undressed herself. She too, Wendy saw, was all woman. Her breasts were larger, rounder than the redhead's, the stiffened centers of them a dark maroon in color. Her hips were fuller, the mound of her belly a bit more pronounced, the thighs a little more plump, but there was certainly nothing masculine about her.
The brunette moved toward the redhead, clasped her in close embrace. One hand caressed the jutting rounds of the redhead's buttocks, and their gleamingly naked bodies moved together and the brunette's mouth sought the redhead's and pressed against her lips in a long, twisting tumultuous kiss, with the same kind of passion a man would kiss a woman.
Wendy became suddenly aware of her own quickened breathing, of her own nipples rising bard and aching against the confines of her bra. A strangely pleasant crawling sensation moved along her thighs, spread to other places and grew to become an almost unbearable and pleasurable urgency and need that she'd never known before. She found herself moving her thighs together.
"What's happening to me? Why am I reacting like this? This is terrible. I should be disgusted, ashamed, turn away. Instead I'm getting all excited, aroused as I've never been before."
Then, across the way, the brunette suddenly led the redhead toward the bed, and gently forced her down upon it. Then she knelt beside her and while her hands busied themselves first with caressing the long, sleek sweep of soft, white-fleshed thighs, which were eagerly spread, she again kissed the redhead on the mouth. Her lips moved to the hollow of the redhead's throat, then to her shoulders. They paused to sample the succulence of each pouting nipple, then moved lower...lower.. .
Across the alley Wendy almost heard the sucking of cunt. Wendy felt herself making a little outcry, as though those avidly searching lips were moving over her own body. She wondered why seeing the other women making love this way was arousing her so much but only for a while, as the brunette's kisses and fondling became more bold; then she no longer cared. She was aware only of the terrible hot desire flooding her own body. From the next office over, Toni watched, too.
In a few minutes, as the naked figures in the hotel room now lay embracing with tangled limbs-rolling, writhing, tossing-Wendy began to groan audibly. Her own hips began to move with a strange, wanton rhythm and the thought pounded through her mind: I've got to do something. I've got to do something! Oh, someone help me, please!
Then, suddenly, from behind her, a man's voice said, "Wendy! What is it? Is anything wrong?"
She turned, shocked, and saw Gino Lentini standing in the doorway to her office, with a look of concern on his dark, good-looking face.
"Oh!" she said. "No! No, it's nothing."
He frowned, puzzled. "I thought I heard you cry out as though you were being hurt"
"No. You were mistaken."
But he wasn't mistaken. He saw her flushed face, the purplish darkness of her passionate eyes, the loose moistness of her ruby-red lips. He had seen women with the look of passionate need, of readiness, before. He recognized it, instantly. He watched her then, move guiltily away from the window. He, in turn, strode toward it. She put out a hand to stop him, saying "No! Don't!"
But he was at the window then, looking out and down a little, and he saw the women in the hotel room, lying quiet, sated, and he instantly knew. He turned toward Wendy Moore. He moved toward her. She watched him with oddly combined expressions of nervousness and welcome.
He said, "What a terrible thing for you to have to see."
She nodded. "Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."
"It must have frightened you to death, you poor thing," Gino Lentini said as he reached out and took hold of her hand. "Why, you're trembling," he added. "Here, let me comfort you."
He took her into his arms. She arched toward him, willingly, with a little moaning sound. Her hips ground against his. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue readily met his, thrashed against it. In a moment he was wild with need for her. She broke away from him, panting, and quickly moved toward the big leather couch in her office. She stood in front of it and with one hand suddenly ripped her dress down the front, then her bra, so that her heavy, proud, gourd-shaped breasts leaped forth, quivering gelatinously, the plum-like tips prospecting invitingly; then she tore away her sheer panties and except for the clinging shreds of material, was naked before him, her long, marble-fleshed thighs gleaming.
"Oh, God, Gino, I don't know what's wrong with me, but hurry, please hurry!" she begged, hoarsely. She sat on the couch and lay back, shaking, gasping.
He lent to her and his hands moved feverishly over her as she continued to call out to him to hurry. He molded and kneaded the hot, fleshy mounds of her breasts, pinching and teasing the plumply aroused tips. His hands caressed the gentle slope of her belly, slid down lingeringly, so as to throw her into an increased agony of need, to stroke and fondle the warm, smooth inner sides of her thighs, then the velvet plumpness of her vaginal lips.
Finally, cursing him for his delaying tactics, she roughly pulled him over her. Her hands moved to him, demanding, urging, guiding his erected staff. Then she abruptly let out a wailing cry of surprised delight. In seconds, the years of held-back need since her husband's death took over. Her fingernails dug into the back of his shoulders. Her teeth nipped with savage frenzy at the hollow of his collarbone. The furious, angry demand of her almost consumed him, left him, ten minutes later, more wilted and exhausted than he'd ever been before.. . .
Afterward he murmured, "Oh God, Wendy, you were wonderful! I've know a lot of women but never any like you."
She didn't answer. She was enjoying a pleasant lethargy, a quietness of nerves, that she had never felt before. Vaguely, she wondered what in the world had possessed her to do a thing like that with Gino and why this time it had been so much different from her fuckings by her sex-spent husband. But the thought was lost somewhere as Gino turned her over on her knees and fucked her from behind.
Wendy knelt on the couch, backing up until she was between his legs. Reaching around him, she took his cock in her hands and pulled at him, guiding him to where she wanted him to be once more.
He reached around her, too, and felt the nipples rise to hardened points; then he entered her wet, eager cunt for a second time, and they moved together as they rolled in the close confines of the narrow couch, oblivious to the world around them, or the fact that Toni was still watching it all from her own office window. They worked and bounced and fought deliriously with each other, humping and ramming each other's furry pelvis up and down in search of a new pleasure, a new angle of thrill
They switched positions again, and she opened her thighs, and Gino combed his cock through the soft, curly hairs, and Wendy flinched into a new orgasm. She pulled her knees wide apart, placed a forefinger along either side of her cunt, spreading her labia as he again lowered his weight into the cradle of her upraised thighs.
A half-whispered scream poured from Wendy's lips and her thighs jerked spastically against his hips, her face screwed into a mask of passion.
Gino eased forward for a final time and, in a single gliding stroke and thrust, he sent the full, ribbed length of his hard cock into the juicy hotness of Wendy's tremulous belly.
Her arms and legs seized him, and she slithered the pink length of her tongue between his lips, while he added that little extra forceful hunch that drove the angle of it with a new, firm pressure against her clit, knocking small puffing nasal grunts from deep inside her, her inner cunt muscles clamping on his invading cock in one final, furious come.
Toni still watched, getting the feeling she was learning what it was all about; no wonder sex was such an important part of most people's lives, she thought. He strained his eyes to see if Wendy was moving. She wasn't.
Stretched out beside her. on the couch, Gino gave a warm little chuckle. He said, "You know, I've been wanting you for a long time, Wendy. But I never figured there was even the ghost of a chance. I had definitely figured you for the iceberg type, strictly frigid. How wrong can a guy be?"
"Maybe not so wrong," she told him. "That's the way I am ninety-nine per cent of the time. This was-well-just a freak sort of thing."
"I know," he said. "You got all excited, watching those two dykes in the hotel room across the street, didn't you?"
She felt a hot flush steal over her body. Almost angrily, she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, okay," he said. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay with me."
She then got up, picked up the remnants of her clothing and held them in front of her, shielding herself a little. "Let's get one thing straight right now, Gino," she said. "As far as I'm concerned, this never happened. Don't get any ideas about it making any change in our business relationship. You understand?"
He looked surprised, then answered ruefully, "Well, sure, sure, Wendy. If that's the way you want it."
"That's the way I want it," She turned and walked toward her private office lavatory, which held a shower and a closet in which she kept extra clothing. She went inside and showered and fixed her hair and put on some new clothes.
When she came out, Gino Lentini was dressed again. He was standing by her desk. He said, "What did you think of those changes I made in the new lipstick copy?"
"I think they helped," she said, a little absently. "Sharpened the message a little."
"I have some other things I'd like to check through with you. I've had some problems getting an okay from some of the movie stars we had lined up for endorsements."
Wendy put the back of her hand to her forehead, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "Look, Gino, I'm pooped tonight. Let's go over the whole thing in the morning, all right?"
He nodded agreement and picked up several letters he had previously put on her desk. "Good enough," he said hesitantly. He looked at her, his eyes admiring the way her fine large breasts bulged the bodice of her dress. "Look," he said softly. "Can I give you a ride home? Or maybe we can stop and I'll buy you a drink somewhere."
"No. No, thank you," she refused.
He shrugged and turned away, heading for the door. "Good night, Wendy."
"Good night, Gino."
Toni waited until after Wendy had left to slip out of her office. As she passed Gino's desk she noticed Wendy had left him an unsealed note. It contained, she found, a one-month separation check and the news that he would be a gentleman if he was gone by the time Wendy returned from her selling trip.