Chapter 14
UP, UP AND AWAY....
It was a long time before Donna and Jeff returned to a reasonable state of normalcy following their journey to the exotic land of exaltation. In fact, so enjoyable had it been that Donna was all for making a return trip and it wasn't long before her inimitable love-play had him in the same "travelling mood" as herself. Still wearing only his unbuttoned shirt, he climbed atop her warm softness again, as she lay on the couch even more naked than he. He had just entered the lush, smoldering valley-when a loud banging on the door interrupted.
"Who the hell's that?" Donna ejaculated with annoyance. "I told Bunny I didn't want to be disturbed by anybody."
The knocking continued and it was impossible to establish any sort of rhythm in opposition to the irregular banging on the door.
With disgust, Donna got off the couch and went to the closet that was concealed in the wall behind a sliding panel back of her desk. She took a pair of Chinesey, red-and-black, silk lounging pajamas inside and quickly put them on. Her breasts bounced like huge pillows underneath as she hurriedly picked up her things from the floor and hid them behind one of the large pillows on the couch.
"You'd better take your things and make yourself scarce, darling, until I can get rid of whoever it is," Donna told Jeff as she pointed to a door near the bar.
Jeff followed her instruction, his footsteps just a little unsteady, his mind still battling the fog of likker that hung in his brain.
Donna waited until he had closed the bathroom door then she went to the door that led into the reception room. She seemed to hold her likker a lot better than he did-at least on the surface.
The office was sound-proofed and the door too heavy to call through, so with a last glance around the office, Donna unlocked the barrier and started to open it on a discreet crack. A heavy hand swung the door open wide, pushing Donna to one side with its sweep.
A girl entered. She was tall and slim and very severe in her dress. Her face with only a bare hint of lipstick and no other makeup, was flushed with anger under short-cropped mousy-colored hair. Her eyes blazed her fury as they darted around the room.
"Where is he?" she demanded, sounding like a jealous husband as she poked behind the desk and then the couch.
Donna closed the door and locked it. She feigned profound innocence. "Where's who, Eadie?"
Eadie glared at her with narrow eyes. "Don't play cute with me, Donna Dee. I know Jeff Harlow's in here. Bunny called me and told me."
Eadie also knew exactly how Donna felt about Mr. Harlow. It came out one night a long time ago-in bed. Acting as the passive member of one of their gay relationships, Donna in the heat of passion, just as she reached climax, screamed his name, begging him not to stop. A couple of other times, she mentioned him in her sex-riddled dreams. Eadie remembered each one of those times and never lost an opportunity to bring it up, whenever Donna did anything to displease her.
Now during her search, Eadie accidentally turned over the pillow under which Donna had hidden her clothes. Unfortunately when she put them there, she had failed to notice that JEFF'S SHORTS were mixed up in them.
Eadie held them up and her face went white; her thin lips drained of color. She dropped to the couch and just sat there, staring blankly; visibly shaken by her discovery.
Donna hurried to the bar and poured a triple gin for Eadie. She filled a shot glass full of scotch for herself and downed it, for morale support. She brought the glass of gin and the bottle that it came from to the couch. She sat beside the tall, thin girl and offered her the glass. At first Eadie wouldn't take it. She just sat there sat-eyed and crushed like a two-timed lover. But Eadie also loved her gin and the second time that Donna offered it to her, she found it difficult to refuse.
Eadie emptied the glass without taking it from her lips; didn't even require a chaser. Donna filled the glass again and set the bottle on the floor. She watched Eadie drain the glass again, then she took the empty glass and placed it alongside the bottle. Donna knew exactly how long it would be before the gin took effect on her girl friend. She waited.
"You-you love HIM more than you do me," Eadie finally began, to blubber as the gin went to work.
"But I don't, darling," Donna consoled as she put an arm around Eadie's bony shoulders and leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "I just wanted to see what it was like"
"And you liked it MORE!"
"Not MORE. It was just different," Donna admitted as one of her hands smoothed the black material of Eadie's dress over her undersized breasts, causing the tiny nipples to excite and raise. "You ought to try it once."
"No-I don't want to try it!" Eadie almost shouted with distaste.
Donna's hand moved along Eadie's slender thigh and up under her skirt to gently caress her outside her thin, nylon panties. Donna seldom took the role of "butch" but right now she had good reason. The gin and Donna's knowledgeable fingers soon had Eadie in a state of aroused passion and she lay back on the couch, writhing and making animal sounds; her back to the bathroom door.
Donna smiled triumphantly and called out softly, "Jeff!"
"No!" Eadie cried out and made a feeble attempt to get up. "Oh, no!"
"You'll like it," Donna whispered as her fingers slid beneath the panties and moved faster.
"No," Eadie insisted but parted her legs wider to accommodate Donna's entire hand.
Jeff opened the bathroom door, gingerly. Donna looked past Eadie's shoulder and with her free hand, she beckoned Jeff forward. He felt pretty rocky as he made his way to the couch. He wasn't used to the quantity of alcohol he'd consumed.
"Jeff, this is Eadie," Donna said, almost ludicrously.
Eadie hadn't heard Jeff come out of the bathroom. She twisted and looked up at him over her shoulder as he stood there sans trousers and shorts and at just about half-mast.
"Help me get her things off," Donna said to him.
"No!" Eadie cried and made another weak attempt to get up.
It had to be the likker. Jeff never would have been a party to such a thing. But like a robot now, at Donna's direction, he grabbed Eadie's arms from behind and held her while Donna took off Eadie's clothes.
First she zipped down Eadie's dress in back then with Jeff's help, lifted it off over the girl's mousy-thatched head. Lying there on the couch, clad only in bra and panties-her nylons rolled down to just above her knees-Eadie was almost pathetically skinny; ribs showing; hollow thighs not touching even though her knees were locked tightly together. But she was a woman. A strange woman whose body Jeff had never seen before and as Donna undressed her, he felt himself rising to full size.
Donna took off Eadie's bra and bared her small pointed lemons. They reminded Jeff a lot of Bianca's breasts. Except that Bianca's had been almost all nipples, while Eadie's nipples were tiny; her areolas almost non-existent.
"Aren't they cute?" Donna asked, fingering them as intimately as if they were her own. "You kiss 'em. I'll get her ready for you."
"No!" Eadie cried out but made no attempt to try to get away.
This made Jeff feel better because drunk or sober, he had never raped anyone and didn't want to think he was going to start now. But actually this was far from rape. Donna best summed it up when she said, "She wants it all right. She just doesn't want to admit it. She doesn't want to give me the satisfaction. Because then she won't be able to call me a MAN-LOVER anymore."
"No-it's not true!" Eadie insisted. But it WAS true and they proved it. Jeff held Eadie's hands out to the sides and leaned over her and sucked her little girl nipples, while Donna stripped down Eadie's panties and in her fashion, prepared her for the invasion of Jeff's rearing white steed.
"She's ready," Donna proclaimed as she drew back from Eadie who lay sprawled out to her full length, panting and writhing in the wonderful discomfort that Donna has caused her. Donna stripped off her red-and-black P.J.'s and she and Jeff changed places.
As he crawled onto the couch and planted his knees between Eadie's long thin legs, he saw Donna go to work on Eadie with a frightening ferocity. At first, as he headed into the vale that Donna had prepared for him, the spongy walls seemed to close in on him as if protesting his entry. But each time he retreated and then inched forward, slowly, gently-the walls seemed to move back until finally they opened wide for him in warm welcome. She began to moan and squirm under him like a long, slippery, white eel.
Her gyrations brought him on more quickly than normally. But he managed to hold back until the unmistakable reactions inside her told him that the final point of pleasure had been reached for her-and he let go with the full charge. She screamed at the force of the impact and then he felt the fireworks that exploded in her belly and her thighs-as her two arms wrapped around Donna's body and she crushed Donna to her tight ... and then ... then at the very height of her joy-Eadie blacked out!
Donna drew back from her and looked at Jeff over her shoulder. "Wow-was she a hot little fur-puff! She sure never purred like that for me."
When he felt up to it, Jeff arose and walked to the bar. He stood there clad only in his open shirt, the tails of which came to about halfway down his thighs. He saw no call for false modesty at this stage of the operation. There wasn't a damn thing either of them had, that each hadn't sampled.
Jeff poured just enough scotch into a glass to "water down" his fevered tonsils as he watched Donna kiss and caress the other girl still lying on the couch. Skillfully, Donna brought Eadie way up from the depths of her blackout like a deep-sea diver passing through a decompression chamber to avoid the bends.
Finally Eadie opened her eyes and rubbed her skinny thighs together as if trying to erase the last lingering trace of feeling that Jeff had brought to her loins.
"I'm-I'm never going to speak to you again!" she said emotionally to Donna.
Donna put a comforting arm around her and fondled one of her well-worked breasts. "Sure you are."
"Stop it!" Eadie said, pushing away Donna's hand.
"You loved it."
"I didn't-and and if it ever happens again-!"
Donna kissed her. "It won't, darling. But I'm going to make it up to you, anyway."
Eadie looked at her, distrustfully. "How?"
"I'm going to make a little bargain with you. Jeff and I are going to have dinner tonight."
"And leave me alone, I suppose?" Eadie pouted, still the discarded lover.
"No, darling, I'm going to let you have Bunny."
"Bunny?" Eadie repeated with a convenient blankness.
Eadie's pretended innocence didn't fool Donna for one second. Donna saw the way Eadie kissed and looked at the girlish-faced, short-hired receptionist every time she came to the office.
"She's yours for tonight," Donna told her magnanimously.
Eadie couldn't hide her excitement. "You-you won't be jealous?"
"Not for just ONE night. Just make sure you don't get carried away," Donna said. Then she looked across at Jeff who was still standing at the bar, having listened to the weird bartering by the two girls. "Like to get your clothes on, darling? Seems that we're being dispossessed."
As he dressed, Jeff watched Eadie get up from the couch and bag in hand walk toward the bathroom to prepare herself for her new romance. Standing without her clothes on, she looked even taller and skinnier; daylight showing through the hollow of her thighs as she walked; her bony behind and almost non-existent hips with not enough meat on to even jiggle.
Donna and Jeff didn't wait until Eadie came out of the bathroom. Soon as they were dressed, they opened the door and went into the reception room; both just a little rocky from the giggle-juice they'd put away.
Bunny's face flushed and her eyes looked a little apprehensive as she looked up at Donna, as if not quite sure how her boss was going to take to her calling Eadie. Donna surprised her.
"That was a good girl, calling Eadie," Donna said jestingly, as she squeezed a breast against Jeff's arm. "You almost saved me from a fate worse than death." She and Jeff continued across the office until they got to the door that led into the corridor, then she looked at Bunny over her shoulder and announced, "when you close-up the office, Eadie'd like to see you in my office. I think she wants to thank you-or something."
The corners of Bunny's small, red mouth twitched in a very carefully guarded smile of anticipation as Jeff opened the door and he and Donna went outside.
"She's a little young to feed to an old pro like Eadie, isn't she?" Jeff asked, managing not to sound too thick-tongued as he rang for the elevator.
"She's past her nineteenth birthday," Donna en-lighted him. "I couldn't afford to be responsible for anyone younger working in an office like mine-with wolves and homosexuals, male and female, parading in and out, all day long"
As they boarded the elevator and pushed the "down" button, it wasn't very difficult for Jeff to imagine what was going to happen when Bunny walked into Donna's office. What he didn't know was that Bunny was looking forward to being taken, even more than Eadie was looking forward to taking her.