Chapter 8
Randi was hurrying through the dining area toward the manager's office when Roger rushed up behind her, grabbed her arm, spun her around and demanded, "What the hell have you done to Grace?" His eyes leveled at her face and his expression could have been chiseled out of cold stone. "She's in the office right now cursing and screaming about what a low-life slut you are."
She jerked her arm free from her husband's grasp and planted her hands on her hips. She had hastily redressed after gathering enough strength from the luscious ordeal of sucking Dennis off while getting butt-fucked by Horace Denson. The pleasant ache in her pussy had suddenly subsided when she had spotted Grace observing the lewd scene from a distance and now her worst fears about the consequences of that had come to pass. She returned Roger's glare, then turned and continued toward the office, realizing a confrontation with Grace was inevitable.
"You promised me you would make every effort to get along with Grace," Roger whined as he followed Randi toward the office. "This business partnership is rocky enough. Now this!"
Panic was making Randi's mind whirl as she headed toward the office. How could she explain this situation to Roger? One thing was sure, she knew. She had to calm Grace before undertaking the difficult duty of explaining things to Roger. Hopefully, she could appeal to Roger's business sense without dragging the thing into an emotional level. At least men usually understood the dollars and cents of an issue without confusing it with emotional feelings. As she pushed through the office door, she realized she would soon be putting her husband to a supreme test of that theory. Right now she had to concentrate on smoothing things over with a very uptight woman who had just seen her own husband fucking another woman's asshole in the middle of a swinger's orgy. She took a deep breath and strolled straight up to a stormy-eyed Grace Denson.
"Get out of my sight, bitch!" Grace yelled, clenching her fists and slamming them against the desktop in a rage. "Just get the fuck out of here before I claw your eyes out!"
Randi stepped around the desk until she was inches away from the woman's face. Then, with a quick, rapid-fire motion, she slapped Grace's face with two, fast, hard slaps. The smacking sounds of the two slaps cracked through the office with a startling echo. She heard Roger gasp from the doorway and watched as Grace's angry expression snapped into wide-eyed shock.
"Stop behaving like a spoiled child, Grace!" Randi hissed. "Sit down and shut up for thirty seconds. We're going to clear the air around here once and for all. All of us have too much at stake for this operation to go down the tubes because of petty jealousy."
"Is that what you call it?" Grace shot back, even as she dropped heavily into the desk chair. Absently, she rubbed her reddened cheek where Randi had left her mark. "You should pay close attention to this, Roger." Grace added, blinking her eyes toward Roger who was coming slowly into the office. "Will I tell him or will you?" she asked, fumbling nervously for her cigarette holder and a cigarette.
"I'll tell him alter you and I get things settled," Randi said in a firm tone. "In the first place, don't blame me because of something Horace did."
"That's a laugh!" Grace snorted, lighting her cigarette. "You weren't exactly screaming bloody murder to get away from him!"
"I didn't invite him to do what he did."
"What are you two talking about?" Roger said harshly as he sat on the edge of the desktop.
"So you'll get the story straight, I'll tell you," Grace said, flashing a smug smile at Randi. "Your wife was buck-naked in the lounge, bent over an old man's lap sucking his wang like a regular bitch in heat. But that wasn't enough for this horny slut. She had her ass sticking up, wiggling it around in the most disgusting way."
"Horace didn't think it was so disgusting," Randi chided hotly. "In fact, I had the distinct feeling that he was rather turned on by my little white ass."
"That's enough!" Roger snapped, coming off the desk and facing his wife with a murderous look. His whole body seemed to tremble in a rage as his face reddened and his glare hardened. Randi braced herself for the pounding of his punches that she fully expected to land at any moment. "Obviously, I can't accuse Horace of raping you," Roger said through clenched teeth. "But in the meantime, I'm going to get back to work before I get sick. Tonight if you bother to come home, Randi, don't expect to find me there."
Randi opened her mouth to speak in her own defense, but it was too late. Roger was already stormed out of the office, slamming the door with a loud crash. When she turned back around to Grace, instead of the smug, I-told-you-so expression she expected to find, Randi saw the other woman covering her face with her hands and sobbing noisily.
"Lay off the tears, Grace," Randi said with a sneer. "Your audience is gone."
"Drop dead, bitch," Grace said between sobs. "You want my husband so much, just go on and haul him away by his dong."
Ranch watched the woman cry for several more seconds as she slowly realized the sobbing performance might be genuine. Could she really believe the bullshit she was saying? The prospect amazed Ranch as she considered it. Grace was, after all, one strange lady.
"Grace. Come on, Grace. Take it easy," Ranch said, her soothing tone sounding strange even to her own ears. She moved slowly around the desk and slipped her arm over Grace's shoulders. "I'm not interested in stealing Horace away from you. The last thing I want to do is ruin your marriage. We are in this thing together. Why would I want to spoil things between you two at a time like this?"
Gradually, Grace lifted her head up off the desk and blinked teary eyes at Ranch. "You mean it, Ranch?" she asked in a shaky voice. "You really mean that you aren't trying to take Horace away from me?"
Ranch wanted to laugh at the sheer audacity of such a thought, but controlled herself long enough to smile. "Believe me, Grace," she said softly, "That idea never entered my mind. The guests requested that Joan and I join them in their fun and I made a business decision to honor their request. I didn't want any customers to feel uneasy with a member of the staff standing around, fully dressed and watching their activity"
"So Horace really did just jump you like that?"
Randi nodded. "I didn't even know it was him until afterwards and I caught a glimpse of him."
"That bastard," Grace whined. "He hasn't fucked me like that in years," she added bitterly.
Randi felt a sudden swelling of sympathy for Grace. She certainly knew what it was like to feel unwanted by a man she loves.
"I'm sure Horace still loves you very much, Grace," Randi said, not all that sure. "Sometimes men just can't pass up some things. They don't always have the control we women do. With men fucking is mostly lust anyway. It has nothing to do with love."
Grace continued to appraise Randi through teary eyes. "But I get lusty feelings all the time, Randi. Horace doesn't seem to notice or care," Grace said through quivering lips as she stuck her cigarette holder back into her mouth. "Don't you get lusty feelings sometimes, Randi?"
"Sure," Randi said, broadening her smile. "I'll tell you a secret. Just the idea of those swingers stripping and having an orgy in the lounge got me steamed up. That's why I acted the way I did. My pussy was really burning when I started sucking that old man's dick."
Grace inhaled a deep breath of cigarette smoke as she slowly smiled. "I admire you for admitting such a thing to me, Randi. I guess what Horace says about me is true."
"What does he say about you?" Randi asked, her warmth toward Grace increasing.
"He says that I'm a cold, dry cunt," Grace said, the beginnings of a blush darkening her face. "I guess if I'm honest with you and myself, I can't really blame Horace for humping you like he did. Over the years, Horace and I have seemed to turn each other off more than anything. Neither of us, I'm convinced, want it that way."
"Well, both of you still have plenty of time to do something about that," Randi said, patting Grace's shoulder. On impulse, she leaned forward and pecked a kiss on Grace's cheek. Randi was surprised by how vulnerable Grace really was. Plus, the older woman's problems and concerns had also plagued Randi and she realized how much she and Grace had in common. Perhaps, she mused, the problems were the same with most women. At any rate, she couldn't deny the feeling of deep sympathy she suddenly felt for Grace. "Believe me, Grace, I understand what you've been going through" Randi added. "You are a lovely woman with a bright, happy future. Keep your chin up and don't be afraid to express your true feelings to Horace. You'll be surprised how understanding he'll be."
"You really think so?"
Randi nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't take advice from a woman who may have her own house in bad order, but I still believe you and Horace can work things out."
Grace cupped her hands around Randi's and flashed her own smile of sympathy. "Roger wouldn't dare lose you," Grace said, squeezing Randi's hands gently.
Randi shrugged. "We've had our ups and downs, but if we survive this new club operation together, nothing will be strong enough to wreck our marriage."
Grace rubbed Randi's hands over her face and moaned softly. Her eyes seemed to sparkle through the evaporating tears.
"I've got another small confession to make," Grace said so softly that Randi had to strain to hear. "I've ... well ... I've been attracted to you since the first time we met. I feel like such a fool saying that now, but it's a fact. I've never felt this way about another woman and I hope you won't be offended by this, but ..."
Her stammered words struck Randi with a mixture of shock and dismay. God, she thought. You really can't tell by outward appearances what's going on in a person's mind. She had to stifle an audible gasp as the impact of Grace's words hit home. Obviously, Randi would have never imagined Grace as the type of woman to be attracted to another woman. The fact that it was her that Grace held secret desires for was even more surprising.
"I'm not offended, Grace," Randi said quickly, stroking the side of the older woman's face with delicate massages. "Far from it. I'm flattered."
"You really mean it? You aren't mocking me?"
"No. You know me better than that," Randi said seriously. "If I have a major failing, it is that I speak exactly what's on my mind and damn the consequences. I always assumed my outspokenness didn't suit you. I guess I was wrong about that and a lot of other things."
"Well, your boldness has sometimes made me uneasy," Grace said with a sly grin as she directed Randi's hand downward.
Randi held her breath as Grace maneuvered her hands down over the older woman's neck and chest. She kept her eyes leveled on Grace as Grace coyly planted Randi's hands over her swelling boobs. Randi was stunned by the bold, unexpected action, but she didn't dare pull her hands away. The last thing she wanted to do now was to upset the older woman. If she had learned anything in the last few minutes, it was that she and Grace had more in common than she had realized. She felt she owed Grace a little compassion and tenderness if, for no other reason, than Randi knew she had thought unkindly of Grace and she had been wrong.
"That feels wonderful," Grace said softly, her face now blushing a deep crimson. "It may sound strange, but this makes me feel like a real woman. Does that make sense?"
Randi nodded. "I think we women should always be able to feel love toward one another without being declared out and out lesbos or dykes. After all, who can better soothe another woman's pain than a woman who has experienced the same hurt?"
"I knew you would understand," Grace said in a raspy whisper.
What Randi didn't understand was the sudden quivering in her cunt and the lusty pulsating of her clit as she kneaded the ample tit-flesh straining the front of Grace's dress. The older woman certainly had an impressive pair of jugs and Randi was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra. Randi was happily surprised at how quickly her pussy was juicing just from the sensual squeezes she was giving the older woman's tits.
"Is it making you hot?" Grace asked, her tone still a husky whisper.
"Oh, yes," Randi admitted, slipping a hand between buttons on Grace's dress and finally touching the naked, shapely flesh of her luscious tits. "I want to suck your nipples."
Grace beamed a broad smile as she quickly unfastened her buttons and peeled her dress off her shoulders. As the dress fell to her waist, she leaned back in the desk chair, fully exposing her proud, ripe jugs. "Horace used to say my titties were special," she said with an embarrassed chuckle.
"Wow, they still are," Randi said as she lovingly cupped the twin globes in both hands and leaned forward enough to flick her tongue over the stiffening, pink darts. "Hhhhmmmmm!" she moaned as she massaged the rubbery nipples with her tongue, wetly covering them with her hot saliva and thrilling at the way they throbbed into hard points.
Grace squirmed in the chair and groaned with pleasure as Randi whipped her tongue in broad swirling motions over Grace's nipples. "Yeah, yeah!" she hissed, her teeth still clutching her ever present cigarette holder. "My pussy is really sopping wet with cunt cream. Oh, my, you are making me so damn horny!"
Randi didn't wait for another cue as she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Grace's chair and gathered the folds of the older woman's dress up around her hips. She nestled her head between the nyloned-encased thighs and found herself immediately intrigued and delighted by the alluring sight of old fashioned garters supporting the stockings. For a brief moment, Randi had a full understanding of why men liked the sexy, feminine equipment that, sadly, seemed to be giving way to the convenience of panty hose. There was something very exciting about the stocking tops and the fleshy upper thighs that were fully exposed above them. She couldn't wait to bury her face squarely into the older woman's wet, hairy gash.
Grace shuddered in an involuntary spasm as she lifted her spread legs and braced her feet on top of the desk. She held her dress up around her waist and scooted her ass forward in the chair, providing Randi with easy access to her steaming twat.
It all happened so fast as Randi urgently slithered her tongue up and down Grace's inner thighs, streaking her tongue-tip over the sexy, hoseless sections of her thigh tops. With deft eagerness, Randi knifed her tongue beneath the elastic band of the crotch of Grace's pink panties and instantly tasted the older woman's sweet nectar.
"Jesus! I never knew how great this could feel!" Grace yelped, humping her ass off the chair and thrusting her seething pussy hard into Randi's tongue and lips. "Aaaaahhhh! I'm already cornlag!"
Randi hungrily slurped up the rich nectar pouring from Grace's gash. She loved the way the older woman's damp pussy thatch tickled her lips as she tongued her way toward the elongated pearl that was twitching violently amid the slick cuntal tissues. When Randi's tongue-tip touched the sensitive clit, the older woman screamed with utter joy and frantically grabbed Randi's head with her hands while clamping her thighs together, pinning Randi's mouth in place against the convulsing snatch.
Randi toyed with the throbbing clit tongue whipping it then stroking it with her teeth. Her own senses tingled with lust as she drove the older woman into new heights of ecstasy. Sometimes, she now realized, giving was just as good as receiving.
"Oooohhhh, get ready!" Grace yelled, squeezing her fingers and thighs against Randi's entrapped head. "I'm blasting more juice! God, I can't stop coming!"
As the pussy belched more womanly cream, Randi slipped her stiffened tongue directly into the fuck-channel, piercing the delicate pulpy membranes and savoring the taste of the gushing, thick juices. She used her tongue like a hard cock, knowing that Grace was starving for a good, solid fucking. She plunged her tongue in and out of the older woman's cunt, enjoying the response her actions were causing. Grace's excitement and ecstasy was rubbing off and Randi thrilled as her own cunt lips quivered and juiced. Plowing the older woman's gash was proving to be quite stimulating.
Randi speared her tongue as deep as possible into Grace's twat, heard the older woman bellow a cry of passionate joy, and figured she was doing something right. But, in the next instant, she realized that something was terribly wrong. Grace was suddenly jerking her feet off the desk and shoving Randi's face away from between her thighs. Her cries of passion seemed horribly choked and, as Randi scrambled up from the floor, she quickly saw the reason for Grace's sudden change of attitude.
Standing in the office doorway, a shocked expression etched across his face, was Horace. His owl-like eyes were the size of silver dollars and his stunned features seemed waxy and the color of dirty bed sheets.
Randi felt foolish standing beside the desk chair, frantically trying to rearrange her hair while Grace tried desperately to calm the waves of orgasm that rolled over her trembling body. Randi's mind whirled, but she couldn't think of anything appropriate to say to Horace.
"I knew I would find you here, Grace," he said in a husky whisper. "I didn't expect to find you getting your cunt sucked by Randi."
"You shouldn't object, Horace," Grace said, her voice still labored from the violence of her repeated orgasms. "Randi has been giving me more action the last five minutes than you've given me in months. I had almost forgotten how hot my pussy could get."
As Randi watched, Grace slowly lifted her legs up and planted her heels on the edge of the chair seat. She gathered her dress up in a tight bundle around her waist and flashed her husband a full view of her wet, spread twat. Randi slowly backed away from the desk, not knowing what reaction Horace would have to the sight of his wife's puffed pussy lips on lewd display, showing clear evidence of the lusty tonguing it had just received.
Suddenly, Horace threw his head back and laughed heartily. "And I always thought you were a cold cunt prude, Grace," he said through his chuckles. "If we end up broke from this business venture it will still be worth it. The atmosphere here must have thawed you out."
"Randi had more to do with it," Grace said with a wink as she spread apart her slimy cunt lips with her fingertips. "Seems like we both owe Randi for services rendered."
The color quickly came back into Horace's features and Randi noted that he was now sporting a healthy blush as he hurriedly unbuckled his slacks and moved toward the desk and his wife. As his slacks fell to his ankles, Randi's eyes locked on the sight of his hardening dong. She enjoyed a special shudder of pleasure as she remembered fondly that his pecker had so recently been tightly crammed inside her asshole.
She watched as Horace moved around the desk, holding his prick at the thick base and aiming it toward his wife's eager snatch. She moaned as Horace braced his hands on the armrests of the chair and poked his dick straight into his wife's wet pussy. She absently reached between her legs and rubbed her aching cunt as she watched the horny sight of Horace pounding his cock into 6race's stretched twat.
Maybe the swinging atmosphere of the club was turning all of them into fuck-crazy hornies, Randi thought as she watched Grace's creamy cunt swallow up Horace's dick. She wasn't complaining and, from the expression on Grace's face and her husband's, Randi knew they were experiencing nothing but satisfaction.