Chapter 2
Cheri was again back at her desk and ready to return to her secretarial duties, her hair brushed into glossy platinum waves, putting the finishing touches to her makeup with a tiny compact and puff. Well, it wasn't perhaps the face she would have chosen if she could have had any one in the world, she thought, looking at the woman reflected in the small, round mirror, but at least the men didn't seem to have any complaints. Oh, sure, she might have been a little cuter if her nose took a slight upward lilt, and she would have preferred it if her blonde hair hadn't have by necessity come from a bottle, but all in all she thought she had gotten a pretty decent shake when they gave out looks.
Cheri heard muffled conversation coming from the door behind her, and she got her compact into the purse underneath her desk just as the lawyer and his client exited the inner offices.
"Just leave everything in my hands, Mr. Monte," William St. John Kuhlman said, smiling cheesily, leading the other man out of his sanctum, "and if any of those shysters that are representing your wife call you up again, just hang up, or better yet, tell them to go fuck themselves, if you'll pardon my French. If you're sure you can find witnesses that are willing to testify that Mrs. Monte was seeing this ... this Mr. Trimble ... who works at the health spa ... then we should be able to hold our own when it comes to an adjudication of the dividing up of.
"The spoils?" Al Monte said, wincing, "The loot?" He looked back at the lawyer to get his answer.
"Your assets, I mean to say." Kuhlman led Monte past Cheri's desk, but it seemed like Al Monte's eyes were only willing to follow under protest. Al Monte had wanted to get at least one more eyeshot of the pretty blonde that he had seen moments before sitting behind the desk, and all through the negotiations in the office with the lawyer he had been trying to come up with a battle plan for getting the young woman to go out with him.
Kuhlman paused, looked at Monte, then looked at Cheri. "I see you've met our secretary, Ms. Hall," the lawyer smirked, his lip turning upward in a queer tick. "She's an angel, an absolute angel, but," Kuhlman said, not even attempting to keep the remark from Cheri, "You can't imagine how many-times I've tried to get her to spread those angelic wings for me without any success ... Every man that comes in here seems to think that our Cheri might be available. I wonder why that is?" I know for sure that she's never been willing to put out any of that sweet stuff for me!"
"If she's so fucking available," Monte said, "then how come you've never gotten anywhere with her, like you said, Kuhlman? You sure that's not just some wishful thinking on your part?"
Cheri appreciated the chivalrous defense, even if it was coming from Monte, who wasn't exactly the kind of guy she would choose if she was in the market for Sir Galahads. "Thank you, Mr. Monte," Cheri said, turning away from both of them to open up an appointment book and to make some corrections in it.
When Kuhlman returned from escorting Monte to the elevator he paused by Cheri's desk. "Why, Ms. Hall," he said, his tone dripping with superiority and condescension, "I thought you might appreciate me, well, playing you up to one of our clients, Mr. Monte. One of our rich clients...."
Cheri raised her eyes from the appointment book, and they met Kuhlman's with an impact that gave him a start. Somehow the warm, oceanic blue-green had seemed to take on the characteristic of icy jade over the past few minutes. "I can get my own dates, thank you, Mr. Kuhlman. Besides, I would have thought that Monte was more your type...."
Kuhlman's face was expressionless, but his complexion was gradually turning livid. He stood for a long moment, his face totally unmoving, then his lip made its characteristic nervous tick. Without a word he turned and departed through the door to the inner offices.
Cheri chuckled, glad to have scored one on the despised Kuhlman, to get him back for all of the gallons of bullshit that he had laid on her during her otherwise pleasant employment at Giacomini, Jones and Zarkov, and then she heard someone else chuckling, as well.
The tall woman approaching did not seem to wear the mantle of femininity with complete ease. Her face was beautiful, almost too beautiful for the severe style of clothing and hair that she favored. Her dark brunette hair, so dark that it verged on black, was pulled back tightly from a widow-peaked forehead, emphasizing her large, dark brown eyes and high cheekbones. Her chuckle provoked the barest sneer from her lips, a sneer that Cheri had seen before and knew to say that men were the lowest creatures on Earth, lower by far than worms. The woman was dressed in a crisply-tailored business suit with an intricate and expensive ebony cameo clasped at the collar of her unfrilled white blouse. In her hand was a monogrammed alligator briefcase, befitting her profession as a lawyer. Make no mistake, the woman that was standing in front of her was beautiful, but with a beauty that almost reached a harshness of perfection, jarring the viewer's eye rather than pleasing it.
"Nice going with that fucking slime Kuhlman...." she laughed icily, placing her alligator briefcase on the floor beside Cheri's desk. "That prick! When is he going to quit coming on to you, anyway? I should have thought that you had made it clear to him by now that you think he's a piece of shit! Hell, everybody does, including his clients! You notice that? And you should hear the kind of bullshit he--likes to sling about you when you're not around...."
Cheri's brow puckered with this new concern. "He what? That sonofabitch! Tell me what he's been saying, Veronica...."
"Nothing, really," the lawyer said, "just trying to stir up shit with the other lawyers in the office. A bunch of bullshit about how you got hired for your looks and not for your typing speed or your ability to take dictation, just trivial fucking crap like that. Not to worry, though; you know as well as I do that everyone else hates that sonofabitch just like you and I, and they know that you're the best receptionist that this firm has ever had. The old man; Giacomini, that is, says this fucking place would fall apart without you! Christ, he'd fire Kuhlman before he ever thought of getting rid of you, love.
"He said that?" Well," she said grimly, still heated over Kuhlman, "I'm glad to have his ... and your ... vote of confidence, anyway."
Veronica smiled, and then she was the second person that day to lean over and place her hand on Cheri's in a gesture of reassurance.
"Yeah, kid," she said, "you've got my vote. And if you put some arsenic in that bastard Kuhlman's coffee, I'll defend you in court for free." Both women shared a chuckle.
"By the way, I meant to ask you ... How is your painting coming along? I really liked those abstract studies you showed me a few weeks back...."
Cheri had to pause for a moment. It took a second to turn her thoughts away from the concerns of business backbiting and toward acrylic paints and brushes. "Not all that great, I have to admit," she said, "I told you I have a couple of paintings being exhibited at the frame shop near my house, didn't I? Well, I haven't sold anything lately, which is the main thing that I need to have happen. What bothers me is, I just can't seem to get the human figure right ... I've tried and I've tried but my compositions with people always end up looking a little stiff...."
"Really?" Veronica said. "The human figure? Why didn't you say something about that before? That's my specialty! Before I went to law school I spent a couple of summers studying art in Paris, and they gave us hours and hours of figure studies! Give me a nice nude and I'll stroke that brush right along with the best of them! Listen, what are you doing tonight, anyway? I've got a legal brief I really should be fucking around with, but if you're free I could come over and give you some private tutoring. How does that sound, Cheri?"
Cheri paused for a second. "You'd help me out with my figures? Really? That sounds great ... Bob is out of town on an assignment, taking some shots of the political convention, so he'll be out of our hair ... What would you say to eight o'clock?"
"It's a date," Veronica said. She bent over and picked up her briefcase. "Tonight, then." She smiled at Cheri, and then walked out of the room.
Cheri could not help but watching Veronica's ass as it fluxed in the tight suit as she exited.
If I were a lez, she thought, that ass of Veronica's would be mighty enticing ... Cheri paused for a moment, thinking. Hell, who's to say that I'm not? It's not like the thought never occurred to me or that a chick never turned me on! Hell, the shrinks all say that every woman has a little man in her, every guy a part of him that thinks like a chick. Maybe I just work hard to keep those thoughts down! Now, Veronica, on the other hand ... Well, I've heard rumors that she'll take a wet pussy over a hard cock, any day. So what if she is butch? Does it matter? There have been a few times when I thought she was coming on to me, but I never really knew how to react ... What if, say, she put the make on me when Bob was away? How would I respond to that? Would I go along with it? Would I enjoy it? Now that's a question! And would there be anything to lose, after all, if I went ahead and let her fuck my brains out? Probably not!
Just thinking about the prospect of fucking another woman was making Cheri get on edge. She wasn't sure if that tense electric feeling was nerves, or if those kind of thoughts really did turn her on! If Veronica did put a move on her she would probably....
Well, there had been that time with her housemate Betty ... Cheri sure as fuck knew how she had reacted then! It had happened a year or so ago, when they had first moved into the big Victorian-style house outside of town. It had been an exciting time and they had both been so proud, so fucking excited about moving into that house! It had started off damn innocently, and it had progressed from there until....
Betty and she had only been living in the house for two days and that had been the first opportunity since moving to sit down, have a glass of wine, and to relax. They had been talking about their boyfriends, as they often did, and that subject had naturally progressed to the topic of sex and what kind of lays their guys were. Both of them were willing to be frank about their experiences, and that frankness, of itself, had been a kind of turn-on. They had both admitted that, as far as sexual technique went, there were a few things about the way their boyfriends performed that they might change if given the chance. Maybe the wine coolers they were drinking had had something to do with it, but both of them were feeling quite adventurous after a while, and a little playful, too.
"You say that Jerry--likes your titties, huh?" Cheri said, smiling, leading Betty onward. "Well, how much does he like them?"
"Well," Betty said, " he said he does, but then you know how guys are ... They'll say just fucking anything to talk you into the sack. I guess my tits aren't all that small, after all...." Betty slowly opened the buttons of the shirt she was wearing, one by one, and then peeled her shirt off, showing off her tits to the other woman. Cheri had never seen her tits naked before, only catching an occasional glimpse of them when Betty wandered around the house in sheer pajamas. Betty took her fingers and massaged her breasts, rubbing the nipples, making the tips of them visibily harden and stand up. "They're not all that small, are they, Cheri?"
Actually her tits were quite small, but not unattractive. Their outstanding features were her literally huge nipples. They must have been the size of tin can lids, and were colored a sweet brownish-honey that gradually faded into the surrounding flesh color at the edges.
"Actually, Betty," Cheri said, "you have very nice-looking tits. I'm not going to kid you and tell you that they're huge, but they're pretty as hell...."
Betty tweaked her nipples with her fingertips, making the outer edges of the aureoles pucker.
"You really, truly think so? Jerry plays a little rough with my nips, you know. They're a lot more sensitive than he realizes, and that biting and pinching stuff can be a little much if he gets carried away while we're screwing."
Cheri couldn't take her eyes off of those tits, off of those big nipples. In the spirit of participation, Cheri slipped off her tanktop to reveal the big double mounds that lay beneath it.
"What I want to know," Cheri said, "is do my tits sag too much? Sure they're big, but sometimes I worry about that...."
"Sag? Are you kidding? Shit, Cheri, you've got some real skinmag-ranking boobs there, girl! You could be a centerfold in any stroke-book I ever ran across!" Betty reached out and, without thinking about it, ran her fingertip around the perimeter of Cheri's big pink nipple, watching the edge of it dimple and Cheri shiver with a little wave of pleasure. "I'll bet Bob just loves those big knockers of yours...."
"Well," Cheri said, "Like you said, guys will say anything just so long as they can get their rocks off. Yeah, he says he--likes them, I just hope he's telling the truth! I know what you mean about guys being rough with your nipples, too. They just don't know quite how delicate the little things are...."
"Tell me," Betty said, still sitting across from Cheri with her shirt off, "is Bob a pretty uninhibited lover? Jerry is, but frankly, I think he gets off a lot more from me giving him blowjobs than he does from eating out my pussy. You know what I mean? I mean, honestly, he kind of--likes to be serviced, the lazy bastard!"
"Tell me about it!" Cheri laughed. "And, you know, I don't think most guys really know what it takes to take a chick all the way ... You know, to give her an orgasm ... Sure, Bob does know where my clitoris is, but what I want to know is, does he know what it's for? Hell, I'm thinking about buying him some sex manuals for Christmas, just to see if they improve his performance!"
And that was when Betty's fingers snaked out and, as naturally as anything, began to rub Cheri's inner thigh with a slow, reassuring stroke.
"Yeah," Betty said. "I'm not even sure Jerry has even heard of a clit! At least he doesn't act like it! He's always asking me whether I came after he's pooped out on screwing me and blown his wad up inside me, and I ... Well, you know, I sometimes lie about it ... Sometimes, just so he won't feel hurt, I tell him I have when I really haven't. I don't think there's really anything wrong with doing that, do you? And then, I've just got to tell you this, later on in the evening I'll slip into the bathroom and pull out one of those mags with the naked bodybuilders I keep underneath the bathroom sink, and finger myself. I just get so frustrated sometimes.
Without even thinking about it, Cheri's fingers had found Betty's pussy and were gently stroking. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed like the denim-covered mound had heated up considerably since her fingers had first found it and begun to touch it.
"I know exactly what you mean, Betty ... Sometimes I think that I'm the only one who really knows what turns me on, or maybe another chick might, but then, I've never really had the opportunity to find out about that....
"I wonder...." Betty mused, and Cheri noticed that the other woman's hips were pivoting rhythmically as she sat next to her on the sofa and rubbed her pussy through the denim folds of her pants. And that was all it took to drive Cheri over the edge.
"Let me see if I know what turns another woman on...." Cheri said, and then she leaned over and began to unbutton the single brass button on Betty's jeans. Cheri lowered the zipper of Betty's jeans, and then the other woman lifted her ass off the sofa, arching her tits so that they angled beautifully ceilingward, as she slid the pants down her legs and below her knees. Betty's auburn-brown pussy looked beautiful as she sat there, and she spread her legs wider to give Cheri a better view, massaging her wet crack, using her fingers to rearrange the fur. That moment, suddenly, Cheri realized what she was doing, and it startled her. She was right at the edge of making love to another woman! That was something she had never done before, and had really hardly ever considered before! That was something that only lesbos did! Still, Betty's exposed crotch did look awfully inviting, especially the way she was spreading her legs to show it to even better advantage, to show off the shadowed depths of her slit. Cheri forced back in her mind any thought that what she might be doing wasn't right, and then she brought her face down to Betty's cunt. She nibbled and kissed Betty's hot inner thighs, licking them, smelling the faintly animalistic musk of Betty's crotch, and the other woman arched back, making little sounds of satisfaction and coaxing. Betty certainly didn't seem to be showing any qualms about having her pussy eaten out by another broad!
"Mmmmm...." Betty said, "That's sure as hell something I don't get enough of from Jerry...."
Cheri took that as encouragement and continued to kiss Betty's hot, blushing thighs and then she brought her fingers to Betty's pussy. She lifted her head to look and then, using her fingertips, spread the little hair-hidden petals of her pussy, exposing the glistening salmon color of the interior. She nuzzled her face, dipping her mouth into the wet petals of the other woman's pussy, extending her tongue, pressing her face into, and dragging it up and down the length of the pink slash as Betty wove her finger's into Cheri's hair and forced her face harder downward, to grind into Betty's hot pussy. Cheri wrapped her hands around Betty's big and shapely ass-cheeks, squeezing them, molding them in her fingertips, and ground her mouth, her teeth into Betty's crotch while she gasped and bucked her cunt up and down into the other woman's willing face.
"Oh, fuckin' Cheri! Oh, fuckin' do me, baby...." she moaned, using her hands to force the other woman's face harder into her snatch, to grind it into her clit and the sensitive, wet folds of her pussy. Cheri kept working at Betty's hairy wet puss with a vengeance, shifting her attack to Betty's enflamed little rosebud of a clit, sucking and dabbling and chewing until Betty was on the edge of screaming and her whole ass was bucking and palpitating. Betty could no longer hold herself back. Her hands wildly scrabbled at Cheri's jeans, found the snap and undid them, then dragged the pants over her wide hips, exposing the sweet inverted triangle of Cheri's dark crotch. Betty leaned back on the couch and Cheri swung her leg across her. Betty had a hell of a view of Cheri's pussy and ass, a view she had never had of a woman outside of the shots she had seen in some of the raunchier men's magazines, of the dark cleft of her pussy, of the tiny puckered asterisk of Cheri's anus. Both women plunged their mouths to each other's cunts, going crazy with licking and chewing and slavering, bucking their hips to drive the humid tangles of their pussies into each other's faces. They fell into a hard-driving, pounding rhythm as they ate out each other's pussies, then got wilder and dipped their mouths lower to start to eat out each other's asses. That was something that even their boyfriends didn't do a hell of a lot of! Cheri paused for a second, staring at the other woman's ass-hole, not really sure whether she wanted to bring her mouth to it, but then she could no longer resist its invitation. Cheri's tongue was dashing and chewing the puckered perimeter of Betty's A-hole, and the other woman was just gargling out her moans of joy into Cheri's muffling twat. Betty spread Cheri's ass-cheeks with her hands and burrowed her mouth into the other woman's ass, thrusting her tongue hard and wet, dodging up the tight channel. Cheri decided to escalate the action even more and thrust her fingers hard up Betty's cunt, driving them deep into the dripping petals of Betty's cunt, using them more skillfully than she thought a man would ever know how, ramming and driving them hard, harder, hardest while her friend egged her on. They knew that their cunts were going to be sore in the morning from all of this hard banging, but they knew as well that it was going to fucking be worth it! Cheri just kept ramming those fingers while Betty continued to eat and suck and chew like a madwoman at her friend's crotch, at her ass, and she drove her fingers deep into Betty's lathered cunt until, finally, she could stand it no more and she reared her ass up vertically and screamed out her joy, her legs and pussy trembling and palpitating and jerking with her orgasm. Somehow that orgasm seemed contagious as its waves of fire split Betty's brain in half, because Cheri caught it, too. It started out with a small point of fire burning into her pussy and spread until great fingers of it were raping her pussy, her ass, her breasts, and she was screaming her guts out from the joy of it.
Both of the women's orgasms had hardly subsided when they heard the car entering the driveway.
Cheri's eyes widened: "It's fucking Bob!" she said. She ran over to the window to confirm that it was her boyfriend, and at that moment saw him getting out of his car and start to walk up the short path to the house. He was just sauntering along, as unconcerned as you please. Shit, how would he react if he walked in on his girlfriend and her best friend fucking the shit out of each other? By the time her boyfriend had entered the house they were both fully dressed and puttering in the kitchen, if looking just a tad rumpled, still undecided on what they were going to prepare for dinner. Bob was never the wiser.
She and Betty had never made love to each other again, even though the thought had crossed Cheri's mind many times as she saw Betty wandering around the house practically nude, looking deliciously fuck-able. The subject had simply never come up between the two women. But there was still an unshakeable bond of love between the women, of that Cheri was certain. Cheri wasn't quite sure why they had never had sex again, after that initial pussy-eating incident-maybe the moment was never quite right, or maybe they were both a little embarrassed that it had happened in the first place-or maybe they were afraid that they would like it too much and it would turn into a regular thing, even an obsession. Whatever the reason, the girls chose to never mention it again.
In any case, Cheri knew that she liked guys a lot, and she didn't expect that would, could ever change. She knew with every fiber of her being that she was a woman ... one hell of a head-turning ultra-feminine knockout, as it just so happened! She just loved to turn men wild with her body, and then having their cocks deep inside of her and creaming, deep and throbbing and hot and hard! She loved dicks and balls, loved holding them, kissing them, sucking them, licking them, caressing them as they grew in size, larger and larger, until the guys were begging her to let them fire in her pussy or her mouth or her ass-hole, and she loved the taste of hot sperm as it splattered in sticky gouts all over her teeth and tongue and throat.
With a start Cheri realized she had gotten lost in her fantasy. Then it dawned on her where she was. She was still in the business office of her firm, still sitting at her desk. Luckily no one besides her was in the office. She had been lost in her reverie about Betty and had forgotten entirely where she was! A quick glance at the little clock on the desk told her it was a quarter after five, after quitting time, and then she glanced down to where her hand was ... in a most embarrassing position, namely between her legs! All the while she had been daydreaming about that cunt-eating session with Betty, she had been fingering her twat through the fabric of her dress! Shit, her cunt was steaming, and felt all squishy inside! Quickly Cheri extracted the offending member from her hot mound, and stood up. She straightened her dress, grabbed her purse from under the desk, slapped some buttons putting the phones on night service, and then headed for the elevators just as fast as her long, slim legs would carry her.