Chapter 14
Early the next morning, Donna went looking for a job. She had no idea what kind of work she wanted or what she was really qualified to do, so she walked in the city looking around and allowing her mind to roam freely.
She saw people hurrying into a tall office building and wondered about that as offering a possibility. In her mind, she heard herself being interviewed by a stuffy personnel manager.
" ... take dictation?"
"No."
"Type?"
"File?"
"No."
"Just what can you do, Miss?"
"Well, I can fuck and suck cocks and cunts and spank and things like that."
"How disgusting. I can assure you we have no such positions in this organization. Get out of here, you revolting creature. Oh, before you leave, kneel down under my desk and give me a blow job. I don't usually admit it, but I do love having my cock sucked."
Donna decided against applying for secretarial or clerical work. As she rejected one idea after another, she found herself thinking of her old profession. She wished fervently that she could recapture the zest for it that she had enjoyed for years, but told herself to forget it and concentrate on finding a job.
Money wasn't a factor, her investments and income from them which had been reinvested, were well above a hundred thousand dollars. She could afford to take it easy as long as she wanted, but she knew that her mind needed something to occupy it if she were to find some measure of peace and contentment.
She was surprised to find that she had killed the whole morning, that it was lunch time and she felt the pangs of hunger. She was less than a block from a big restaurant, one of the best in the area, so she turned and went there. Despite the fact that she was then in the unemployed class, she had no intention of allowing that to lower her standards.
The place was about half full and an attractive hostess led her to a table. When the waitress came, Donna ordered a drink and looked around. Just like that, she solved her career problem by deciding she was going to become a waitress. The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that it would be pleasant work. She would be in nice surroundings, would be among interesting people and if for any reason she didn't like it as much as she expected, she could always quit.
After a leisurely meal, she paid her check, left a generous tip for the waitress, already feeling an affinity for waitresses, then got up to leave. She spoke to the hostess at the door and the woman took her to an office off the foyer.
The woman behind the desk was, Donna guessed, in her early forties. She had dark hair plastered to the sides of her face, showed promise of a good figure under a severely tailored suit and instinct told Donna was a lesbian.
Donna told her she wanted a job as a waitress. She saw the look of surprise on the woman's face a look that turned to suspicion.
"I don't suppose you see a restaurant like this as being a place to hustle your tail?" the woman said, suspicion in her tone as well as on her face.
It took a little while but Donna managed to get the woman to believe that she merely wanted to work as a waitress. With a strange look on her face, the woman told Donna she would consider her, despite her lack of experience and promised to drop by Donna's apartment that evening, around eight.
It was obvious to Donna that the woman would put the make on her, but that pleased rather than upset her, the blatant lesbianism of the mature woman causing her to feel arousal.
Donna bathed carefully in advance of the woman's visit and considered greeting her in a sheer negligee. She decided against it, deciding instead to play coy, wondering how the woman would go about seducing her.
At a couple of minutes after eight, Donna smiled warmly as she opened her apartment to admit the woman who carried a plastic garment bag.
"Are you planning to stay?" Donna asked with her smile still turned on.
"No," the woman replied, barely smiling, "these are uniforms which you may try on if I decide to hire you. You may be difficult to fit."
Donna accepted that as a compliment, invited her guest to sit and poured drinks for them. Within only a few minutes, formalities were dropped and they were Donna and Velma, the woman's sexual interest in her a very obvious thing.
"Should I try on a uniform?" Donna asked. "Just in case you decide to hire me, that is."
"Yes, Donna, why don't you? I rather think I shall offer you a job."
Putting her glass down, Donna got up and took her dress off, making it appear an innocent act as she displayed her bra and panty clad body with the same innocent air.
"You have a very good figure, Donna," the big woman told her, her voice telling of the excitement she was experiencing.
"Thank you, Velma. I have heard it more lavishly praised though."
"I'm sure you have, dear, but I wouldn't want you to get any wrong ideas."
"Don't worry about that, Velma," Donna replied as her eyes moved over the generously displayed thighs of the woman. They looked firm and smooth and Donna felt a strong urge to have them intertwined with her own in a writhing act of lust. "I'm sure I don't have any wrong ideas about you."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Donna," the woman said, excitement shining more strongly in her eyes. "If you were to remove your bra and panties, we could see more clearly just how the uniform fits."
Donna was surprised that Velma's approach was not smoother, but as her own arousal grew, she didn't mind.
Her motions were graceful as she removed her bra, paused for a few seconds to show off her lush breasts, then bending a little from the waist, pushed her sheer panties down and stepped out of them, naked except for garter belt and nylons.
Sensing that she had taken control, Donna went to the garment bag and selected a black rayon uniform and thinking of how it would cling to her naked body. She turned, looked at the woman and changed her mind. The garment dropped from her hand and she walked to Velma.
With a low cry of arousal, the woman leaped to her feet and gathered Donna into her arms.
"You teasing wench," the woman whispered huskily after a long, passionate kiss which said everything that was to be said between them, "if you knew all along, why didn't you show something earlier?"
"Because I enjoyed playing innocent and dumb as long as I could. It really wasn't easy though. I'm just as hot to trot as you are. Shall we go to bed now? Your body looks strong and exciting. I'm very anxious to see it naked."
"Yes, but I don't know what's happening here. I'm usually the aggressor."
"Be anything you like," Donna told her as she took her to the bedroom. "Perhaps you'd like me to be your servant and undress you."
"Mmm, an excellent idea, Donna. You're a beauty and I suspect you're good at it too, though you really aren't old enough to be so experienced."
"You think not? My aunt and uncle seduced me when I was fifteen. I've been a high priced call girl since I was sixteen. You can't think of any sexual act I haven't enjoyed."
"You swing both ways then, what a pity. I'd love to have you for my own."
"You can't, but let's not think about it now. I'm all yours for as long as you can stay. Shall I strip you naked now and do whatever you want me to do?"
"Yes, my beautiful slave girl. Undress me."
Donna unbuttoned the tweed jacket and opened it to see that the woman wore only a plain white bra under it. Her breasts were big and Donna suspected they would be firm too. She opened the waistband of the skirt and skinned it down over wide hips to let it fall around the woman's feet, then helped her step out of it.
Velma wore plain white nylon panties and the way she filled them made them anything but plain. Although Velma's hips were wide and her buttocks full, firm ovals, she did not have a bummy look about her and Donna was able to see how she could get away without wearing a girdle.
Donna's touch was gentle as she slipped the five hooks of the big bra and deftly removed it, confirming her earlier guess that Velma's breasts were firm. There was hardly a trace of sag to the chalky white, pink tipped gourds. She brought her hands up to fondle them, but Velma stopped her at once.
"Kneel and take my panties off," she told Donna in an excitingly stern tone.
Donna obeyed meekly, peeling the clinging panties down, her face close to the crotch of the woman as she inhaled deeply and savored musk and cleanliness mixed, the faint, stirring perfume of woman crotch.
"Now get up and go lie on the bed, on your back," the next command came and Donna obeyed with pleasure.
Velma went to her and sitting beside her, moved her two hands over the warm, silken skin from face to knees, pausing to fondle a breast or a thigh, then on again to other areas.
Bending more closely, she sucked luscious gourds of breast into her mouth, licking and lightly biting firming pink nipples.
"It's time now, Donna," Velma told her, the tone of her whisper strongly masculine, "get ready to have your sweet little cunt sucked. You're going to start coming and keep on coming until you're weak."
Her hands were excitingly strong as they raised and parted Donna's thighs, opening her crotch wide. She stared for a few seconds, making animal sounds deep in her throat, then, licking her lips, she brought her face down, her mouth right on the hot vulva, kissing, licking and sucking while the strong hands rubbed and fondled the hips, thighs and buttocks of the writhing young woman.
Donna lost count of the number of orgasms she achieved and she was begging for mercy when Velma finally took her face out of her crotch and sat up smiling.
"Hell, Velma," she said, her voice quavering, "you're greedy but you're great."
"Yours is the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted," the woman told her. "I'll always be greedy with it."
"Don't you want me to go down on you?" Donna asked as she saw the woman insert a finger into her slit and begin rubbing her clitoris.
"No thanks, I don't swing that way. I’ll just pull myself a few times."
Donna thought that a strange term to use, then she saw the woman fall back on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her finger stroking the clitoris, then two fingers coming into play. She had a long clitoris and Donna was able to see it clearly.
"Oh, my big fucking prick is so long and hard," the woman groaned in her deep tone. "When I jerk it off and shoot, my cream will go right across the room. Here it comes now, I'm shooting," she went on, her voice breaking. "Look at me shoot cream ... oh, it's shooting."
Donna felt herself trembling and sweating as she stared hotly at the red clitoris which then extended beyond the pink lips like a miniature of the penis the woman claimed it to be.
They rested, sipped drinks and chatted. The woman made no reference to what she had earlier called her prick and neither did Donna. Passion rebuilt with exciting slowness, then Velma told Donna it was time to go to the bed again.
"Are you going to eat my pussy again?" Donna asked.
"Yes, dear, I'm going to suck you off a few times, then I'm going to fuck you with my stiff prick. Oh, how I'm going to fuck you, you beautiful little angel."
When they went to the bed, Velma went down on her at once and began lapping. Donna counted three strong orgasms before the woman took her mouth away from her.
Kneeling up, the woman parted her pink labia and showed Donna her clitoris which again extended like an erect penis.
"Take a good look at the big cock that's going to fuck you, darling," she panted. "Get ready for the best fucking you've ever had."
Not knowing what was expected of her, Donna lay back, surrendering her body completely to the woman. She felt their thighs being intertwined, felt Velma turn her then the woman parted her labia with two fingers and Donna felt the hard clitoris on her bare thigh, wet and alive and most exciting.
The big woman began riding then, her clitoris rubbing as she rode with the rhythm of a man in the act of sexual intercourse. Donna had been ridden before, but never by a woman with so long a clitoris. It was maddeningly exciting as was the rubbing, of one firm thigh in her crotch.
"Oh, what a sweet fuck you are," the woman panted. "My cock just loves to fuck you ... you're all cunt, you beautiful angel ... I could fuck you forever ... my prick will never get tired of you ... it will always want to be fucking you."
The woman was still babbling when climax swept over her, causing her body to jerk strongly, her leg rubbing a storm in Donna's crotch so that while the older woman still panted and grunted, she too achieved orgasm, a thoroughly delightful one.
Later, lying naked on the bed, they talked about Donna's new job which was to start the following day. There would be no trouble about fitting Donna into the restaurant, since Velma, Donna learned, was the owner as well as manager.