Chapter 3
"Wow," Nancy gasped after Nina opened the door. "You've never looked better, Mom. I think the single life definitely agrees with you."
Nina gave her a big hug-something she promised to refrain from doing. Affection represented a deficit prior to the divorce. Her children had no wish for it. Neither Nancy, nor Billy, craved her maternal love. They refused her embrace the last time she saw them-a dismal reunion at a family birthday party. Nina was heartbroken.
Nancy, however, did not resist the comfort of her bosom. To Nina's utter surprise, she fastened her arms about Nina and even planted a kiss on her cheek. A huge lump formed in Nina's throat.
"It's great to see you, Mom."
Nina studied her daughter. Nancy was a young version of herself: dark brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, sensual lips. At twenty-three, Nancy had blossomed into a ravishing beauty. Unfortunately, she hadn't inherited Nina's curvaceous figure. Nancy's breasts were streamlined, as was the rest of her athletic figure. Most of her genes seemed to come from Jim's side of the family. Although not busty, she had height. Nancy was four inches taller than her mother. Nina thought her statuesque.
"It's always a pleasure," Nina whispered, tightening her arms. "I've forgotten how lovely you are. Your airline must receive a lot of mileage from having such a stunning flight attendant."
Nancy smiled wanly. "May I have something to drink? I'm afraid I'm parched."
Nina promptly ushered her to her kitchenette, where she motioned for her to sit at the stool by the counter while she fixed her a tall glass of iced tea. She sensed trouble with her daughtera cry for help. Nina carefully managed that emotion. If Nancy sought consolation, then she had to appear strong.
"Oh," Nancy mentioned, glancing at the equipment sitting on her table, "you bought a computer system. I give you credit for bettering yourself."
"I took a few classes, then made the commitment to get one. My checkbook accounting is entirely done on it-in addition to letters I've written. I admit, it's very efficient."
A hush fell over the room. "I want to apologize for our separation," Nancy began. "My treatment of you was totally unfair. I realize now how Billy and I misjudged you. Dad cheated on you."
Nina arranged herself on the neighboring stood. Calmly, she asked, "How do you know that?"
"He confessed. I had a long conversation with him and the subject arose. He wanted to make certain I was given an accurate account of what happened."
Nina sighed. "I'm floored. That wasn't supposed to be publicized. He and I had an agreement."
"He broke it in order to furnish me the truth." Nancy placed her hand on Nina's arm. "It was kind of you to protect Billy and me from harsh reality-even though we are adults. I haven't judged Dad-nor you. What transpired did for reasons beyond our control." Her voice dropped several octaves. "Life has a habit of operating in that manner."
Nina recognized the sign of crisis. "Tell me what's upsetting you, baby."
"It's really no big deal," she whispered, fighting back the tears, "but I guess I was engaged to this guy who decided he didn't want to marry me after all."
Nina had no idea her daughter had embarked on a serious romance. Nancy invariably was suffering from the crash and burn of having ended it. The details, she assumed, would be provided. "When?" was all Nina could manage. "About three weeks."
"You should have called sooner. What an awful burden to carry."
Nancy shrugged. "It was much too painful at the time. At least, I'm able to discuss it without falling apart."
Their breakup was plainly not at her initiation. Nina slowly pulled Nancy into her arms. "For whatever reason, I'm thankful you came to me."
The afternoon passed in laughter and tears. Nina felt her daughter reach out like never before. Personal tragedy had altered Nancy's traditional iciness and made her a compassionate person. Nina would have preferred her daughter voluntarily making that character adjustment. Learning some of life's hard knocks, however, gave one backbone.
Nancy, she learned, had fallen in love with a dashing young man who yearned to conquer the world. Peter Traxler was a slick combination of looks and talent, nicely packaged. Nancy described him as a veritable god. She adored and supported him while he embarked on a career in advertising. Peter proposed just before starting his new job. The diamond engagement ring had taken her breath. They toasted to his success and pledged their enduring love. Her position of flight attendant unfortunately kept them separated. Nancy tried having her schedule changed so they could be together more often, but found the effort daunting. Meanwhile, Peter had taken up with a few female clients who required his intimate service. Peter, enamored of his new-found popularity and conceivable bright future, saw no reason to marry. Nancy had no choice but to return the ring. What should have been a joyous occasion was dealt a shattering blow.
Nancy's immediate wish was to wipe the slate clean and start afresh. Putting distance between her and her unhappy past was imperative. She continued to be haunted by visions of what could have been. Although she put on a brave front while on duty, it became clear she needed to repair the damage done with her mother and seek her advice.
"There was never anything broken between us, as far as I'm concerned," Nina reassured her daughter. "I've never felt anything less than total devotion. I regret the delay in forging this closeness."
Nancy swept her hand at the neat and orderly apartment. "You've done well for yourself, Mom. Dad would be proud to see how you've fared without him. From the sound of it, you seem to have a happier life."
Nina considered the procession of lovers with whom she'd shared her bed. Divulging that facet might shock her daughter, particularly since several of those men were Nancy's age. Nina chose not to enlighten her for fear of gaining her disapproval.
"Come to Tangerine's with me this evening," Nina coaxed. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. You'll find an abundance of men-and rampant drooling."
"I could do without that complication," Nancy patently reminded. "I'm on vacation from men. However, I would like to see the place. I hear you're quite the attraction."
Nina's eyebrows went up. "And how did that happen to come to your attention?"
""A travel magazine did a small piece on popular clubs. Tangerine's made the hit list-naming you as its principal draw. Your prowess with flipping bottles and entertaining the crowds has turned you into a celebrity."
"How about that," Nina declared, quite tickled. "I'm famous."
Nancy mesmerized a number of strapping males who gravitated to the bar. She elected, however, to snub them. Sipping the screwdriver her mother prepared, she glanced at the milling bodies without much enthusiasm. Nina could see her daughter had been scarred. She recalled happier moments when Nancy bubbled at the notice paid her.
Conchetta was in rare form. The noise level was twice what it normally was, due to the arrival of her boyfriend, Rolando. Nina had motioned for them to call a truce until after hours, but the Spanish-cursing couple could not contain their dissatisfaction. Rolando had caught Conchetta outrageously flirting with several of her regular customers; in his eyes, she had dishonored him.
"I should send them both home," Nina whispered. "I dislike scenes-they cast a poor reflection."
"I'm sure they'll work it out," Nancy sighed.
Nina wasn't nearly as confident. Their bickering had lasted half an hour. Nina ended their shouting match with a severe warning. Although they had settled down, the tension seemed to mount. If either displayed any more hostility, or used physical aggression, she was going to take decisive measures.
Kirk swaggered over to the bar shortly after ten. His lazy smile left little to the imagination. It was clear, even to the casual onlooker, that they were lovers.
He had failed to show up the previous night, preventing Nina from alerting him of her Nancy's impending visit. The "let's go fuck" smile plastered on his face was much too blatant to defend.
"You know what would look good on you right now?" he softly asked before she could stop him. "Me." He chuckled, flashing his teeth.
Fortunately, the music playing in the background had distracted Nancy. To silence him, Nina acted promptly. "Kirk, this is my daughter, Nancy." She hoped he grasped the urgency in her tone.
He froze. "Pleased to meet you," he mumbled, rewriting his expression to one of respect.
Nancy casually turned on her stool. Her eyes widened at once. A pleased smile curved her lips. "Kirk, hmmmm. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
Kirk reclaimed his composure. "The feeling is quite mutual."
Nina thought his recovery lacked warmth. She wished Nancy a more glamorous reception. "Kirk is one of our regular customers. He's in insurance."
"Hmmmmmmmm," Nancy purred, leaning toward him. "Perhaps I ought to switch carriers."
Kirk blushed. Even in the synthetic light, Nina could see his discoloration. She was ambivalent about his perceptions. Nina wanted
Kirk to like her daughter. His manner, regrettably, was much too mechanical to suit her.
Nancy, however, responded effervescently to Kirk's presence. Nina hadn't seen her daughter in such a state since her impressionable younger years.
Nancy launched into a spirited account of her adventures as a flight attendant. Kirk, nursing a beer, politely listened to her light, breezy chat and manufactured awe at distinct intervals. Nina sensed his apathy-and also his inclination to stray to her own more sensational curves. Kirk had never been discreet about his excitement for Nina. His expression was a dead giveaway. He virtually drooled while studying her scurrying about behind the bar.
His illusion of study fooled Nancy. Visibly pleased with his company, she totally discounted her mother. Initially surmising she would have to salvage the emotional debris left by Nancy's broken engagement, Nina quickly amended that decree. Her daughter almost seemed infatuated with Kirk.
Nina assumed an observer's role the balance of the evening. She was grateful Kirk helped restore Nancy's fragile self-esteem.
Shortly after last call, Rolando flew into a rage and launched another verbal attack upon Conchetta. Nina's fur rose. Their quarrel had no place at Tangerine's. She strove to instill a pleasant atmosphere for her customers; it was not intended as an arena to air their differences.
"Kirk, would you be a dear and escort Nancy home?" Nina requested. Her mission on the far side of the room was obvious. "I prefer she didn't walk alone."
His eyes grew large. "But-"
"I expect you to be a gentleman."
Nancy, leaning over the bar, confided in her ear. "Chivalrous behavior wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, Mom." Promptly righting herself, she gazed meaningfully at Kirk. "Would you mind watching my purse? I'll be right back."
On the heels of her departure, Kirk grumbled, "Aren't we going to be together tonight?"
"While my daughter is staying with me? I don't think so."
He looked unhappy. "You're torturing me, Nina."
"Deal with it, Romeo."
Another Spanish expletive was hurled in the background. The crowd had thinned, leaving a mere handful who were in the process of collecting their things before shuffling off to the next watering hole. Nina, closing the cash register, wandered over to them. She was thoroughly disgusted with their conduct.
"Conchetta!" Nina snapped. "Rolando!
What seems to be the problem?"
"He's accusing me of throwing myself at the men," her fiery tempered waitress assessed. "He refuses to believe my sole object is to receive generous tips."
"She's an embarrassment," he growled. "I've watched her laughing, leading them on, swinging her ass for them."
"Liar!" Conchetta fumed. "I did no such thing!"
Nina silenced them with a motion of her hands. "Enough. I insist you call a truce until we can discuss this in a civil manner." From the corner of her eye, she saw Nancy walk out the door with Kirk. He hesitated for a moment, glancing expectantly at her, before taking his leave. Nina consciously withheld her glance. She planned to supply them ample time to mingle. "I suggest we resume this discussion at your place. I will serve as mediator."
"We don't need one," Rolando maintained.
"The hell you don't," Nina sternly countered. "Give me five minutes, and we'll be on our way."
Conchetta and Rolando weren't normally hostile. Nina knew them as a loving, devoted couple. She was unwilling to accept the vicious barbs they employed.
Sitting between them, she evaluated the situation. Of course, Rolando was jealous of the flutter Conchetta roused. That styled, pitch-black hair framed a lovely face. Her willowy body lent itself to heated staring. The baby doll pajama uniform accentuated her lithe frame. Silk stockings captured Conchetta's sleek legs; the spike heels she wore stressed her strapped ankles. Her Spanish accent, with each syllable given provocative emphasis, fascinated the men. Conchetta subscribed to an alluring perfume, according her a delicious scent. Nina thought her technique slick, which invariably led to lucrative gratuities.
Rolando had apparently forgotten Conchetta's attraction to him. Tall, black-haired with piercing dark eyes and sensual features, Rolando was an enticing package. Nina scanned the thrilling biceps and powerful forearms, then regarded the sweeping chest and flat stomach. Why would Conchetta seek other men when she had an absolute god at home? In fact, Nina knew Conchetta adored him, just by observing her elated demeanor upon entering Tangerine's. Rolando was indisputably a competent lover.
"I can't understand the two of you," Nina said after weighing their arguments. "Beyond a doubt, you belong together."
"He doesn't see it that way," Conchetta snarled. "He resents my working at Tangerines and even hates my outfit and says it looks cheap."
"I assure you, those uniforms are quite expensive," Nina arbitrated. "Buck paid an outrageous sum for each of them. They were custom-designed, based on sketches he had made. I wouldn't write them off as a shabby effort."
"I don't like men slobbering over her," Rolando faulted. "It makes me crazy."
"I can't say that I blame you," Nina contended. "We have our share of droolers. However, I will say that Conchetta is safe from roaming hands and unwanted invitations. We have an excellent bouncer, Woody Harper, who brooks no nonsense from that group."
Though she answered each charge with a reasonable answer, Nina continued to sense hostile vibrations. It became abundantly clear more than soothing words were necessary to end their dispute.
Nina streamed her hand over Rolando's thigh. At the point of contact, he clenched his jaw. Conchetta failed to take exception to her ploy. Either she was much too livid, or saw it as a means of calming him. "Rolando, let's be fair about this. By placing restrictions on what Conchetta wears, you're limiting her earnings potential. Those skimpy duds enable her the extravagant tips which supplement her income. You can't expect Conchetta to distance herself from those customers who generously compensate her. People tend to lavish rewards on those who best attend them. I can't envision Conchetta's actions being subject to ridicule. She simply does her job-and a fine one, at that."
"I can't help the way I feel," he grumbled. He centered his eyes on the flow of Nina's fingers. They mesmerized him.
"You needn't be afraid of losing her. Conchetta is loyal to you. Although it may appear she's being overly friendly with a few of the customers, Conchetta has shown me nothing short of professionalism."
Nina continued to distribute an electric current. Rolando's firmness sparked a sublime urge. The combination of his rugged bearing and possessive air stimulated her. Involuntarily, she grasped the pronounced sinew. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Rolando made regular use of the weights she saw sitting by the wall. Judging from the size of his muscles, he obviously believed in a demanding session.
"I'm not your enemy, Rolando," Nina murmured, caressing him. "I want to be certain of illuminating that point."
Rolando fell silent. The lump in his throat twitched. She succeeded in curbing his temper.
Nina did not flaunt her victory. Instead, she turned to Conchetta. "I can understand your enchantment with him. He's exceptional. I envy you."
Conchetta's emotions had recycled. Her previous rancor dissolved, she regarded him with a glimmer of lust. She looked positively restless. Her dark eyes sparkled. Her lips curved in satisfaction.
Nina, too, felt the flare of desire. "I'll bet nothing holds more appeal than coming home to this hunk after a hard night of work. He must keep you up until dawn."
"It's been known to happen," Conchetta mentioned, drawing closer.
Rolando became the target of their seductive outpour. Conchetta left Nina's side, positioning herself on the armrest beside Rolando. Gradually, she settled onto his lap. He welcomed her flutter. His large hand spanned the twin crescents of her buttocks. An excited sob rose from the pit of her throat as he manipulated those shifting buns.
Nina could have simply taken her leave at that instant. Her services were no longer required. She elected, however, to linger at the side and magnify the sensations that coursed through them.
Rolando released Conchetta's breasts from imprisonment. Nina panted at the sight of her lush, pink nipples. They cried for Rolando's gentle fingertips. He traced their perfect shape, then brought them to his mouth. Within seconds of enclosing one, Conchetta veered back.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Rolando afforded her little retraction. Clamping her squirming ass, he applied his dizzying pucker. Nina saw his tip darting fancifully around the distended nub before dealing its splintering whips.
Following the path of his tongue and its fevered movements made Nina horny. Her pussy muscles flexed while she viewed his imaginative curls on Conchetta's bared tits. She wondered how that part of him might be better employed toward herself.
"You can't resist her, can you, Rolando?" Nina purred. "Conchetta is delightful. Even another woman can spot her charms."
Nina's stirring commentary riled him. Rolando carefully lifted Conchetta and laid her across the sofa. Nina vacated her area prior to Rolando's coordination of her undulating shape, which spanned the cushions. He scrambled to the floor, positioning himself between those incredible legs. Conchetta's panties slithered down her trim thighs in response to his tugging. Nina swallowed roughly at the sight of the black ringlets framing that moist pussy.
"She's exquisite," Nina said.
His heavy thumbs pinned back the juicy flaps. Nina shivered at the sight of that glistening pink flesh. Rolando, with tongue extended, lowered his face.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Conchetta moaned, twisting beneath his subsequent licks.
It was as though she had ceased to exist. The mercurial couple was oblivious to Nina's tormented study. Breathlessly, she watched Rolando's oral worship of Conchetta. His mouth covered her snatch, sucking loudly at its slippery pulp. Eagerly, he stabbed into those wet folds, separating its soft layers, then manipulating its scented tissue with his lips. Conchetta lifted herself to that furious tip, then whimpered as it impaled her cunt. He visibly enjoyed tongue-fucking her.
"Look how she loves it," Nina interjected. "Oh, Rolando. You're driving her mad. Oh, yes. Go down on that sweet pussy. Gulp those juices."
Nina's exciting account pierced Conchetta's reverie. She looked meaningfully at her boss. Her lips widened and a prolonged gasp emerged, punctuated by a flash of tongue. Conchetta surveyed Nina's body, from her jutting breasts barely contained by her corset, to her lean hips and fashionable legs. Her chin went up when Rolando intensified his slurps. When her dark eyes reopened, they were misty. With a curl of her tongue, she recommenced studying Nina's sensational curves. Her intent was plain.
Nina slowly removed her tights. She dragged them over her hips, down her flawless thighs and stepped out of them. Rolando, immersed in eating Conchetta, failed to take note of her striptease. His girlfriend, however, was thoroughly aware of the magnificent flesh she revealed-particularly when Nina dropped her panties and brandished a crop of brown ringlets. Nina's cunt fell under her tormented study.
"Mmmmmm," Rolando mumbled, pressing his mouth tightly to Conchetta's snatch. He drank feverishly from her cunt, prompting her hips to thrash and buttocks to smack the cushions.
Quietly, Nina climbed over Conchetta's face. Pinning back her juicy cunt lips with her fingers, she sat on the girl's mouth. Conchetta, primed for the spicy treat Nina tendered, sank her tongue into that nectar-rich crevice.
Nina moaned as it cut through her hot squish. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Conchetta. That's wonderful. Oh yes. Ohhhhhh." She rotated her hips to receive full benefit of her gifted tip.
Rolando contemplated the rippling pussy perched on his girlfriend's face. Conchetta swept over the gleaming pink flesh, laundering its drippage. His hunger for Conchetta's honey supply increased. He lingered over her tasty snatch, deriving satisfaction from its zesty flavor.
Another man would have been deemed a threat, but Rolando clearly relished Conchetta's preoccupation with a woman. He savored his girlfriend's attention to the blossoming clit. Her lavish slurps held him captive.
Nina moaned, riding Conchetta's face. She gave her gentle direction, muttering under her breath. "Ohhhhhhhh. That feels so good. More. Eat me, baby. Eat me good. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh." She pressed down on her mouth, then shifted seductively over her cheeks and chin. Her gyrations afforded the young woman a wider area of concentration. "Stick your tongue in it. Move it around. Lick me, baby. Ohhhhhhhh."
Conchetta probed her tangy depths, then returned for a shivering pass of her throbbing clit. She whipped Nina into a frenzy. Engaging that pebble, she lapped it until Nina became hoarse. When her boss nearly flew off her face, Conchetta clutched her ass and pulled her back for more. "Mmmmmmm."
Nina heard Conchetta's gulps beside Rolando's. The scent of pussy juice pinched her nostrils. She alternated from watching Rolando's luxuriant dabs to Conchetta's imagine pirouettes. Both were a visual treat.
Rolando grooved on the smell of female excitement. He ate voraciously of Conchetta's pussy. She pressed herself against his mouth, wrenching every bit of the sensation he produced. Her muffled sobs turned him on. He attacked her love button without an intermission. Conchetta's orgasm was a carefully structured event that culminated from each meticulous slurp. He wanted his girlfriend to cum while her boss's pussy covered her face. The prospect of Conchetta bringing Nina to climax augmented his zeal.
Conchetta writhed behind Rolando's electrifying darts. He stunned her with his continual flicks. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There was simply no escape from them, no matter how feverishly she moved. Naturally, Conchetta had no yearning to desert him. She wanted him to finish-just as she wanted to bring Nina's joy to a satisfying conclusion. Nina had always aroused her in a way she couldn't describe; sucking her pussy addressed that intrigue. Mmmmmmmm. Her boss was so appetizing, she couldn't receive her fill. Her cunt juices were tinged with sugar. Conchetta downed all Nina had to give. She squeezed her pussy with her lips and milked it of its palatable fluid.
Nina reached her limit. Conchetta curled her toes from that sweet exploration. Her loins tingled uncontrollably. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, jerking her hips. She flattened herself over that hotly provoking tip. "Oh, Jesus. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Rolando managed to send Conchetta into a similar orbit. She spasmed beneath his oral ministrations. Her thighs locked about his head during her furious shudder. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Rolando," she sputtered, with Nina's juices flowing in her mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Nina, massaging her seizure-ridden mound, slipped from Conchetta's face. Within seconds of her abandonment, Rolando covered his girlfriend with his man's body. He had unzipped his pants and moved toward that gushing cunt with a blazing hard-on. It slid smoothly into her wet trench.
"Oh, yeah," Conchetta gasped as he filled her pussy. After getting eaten, feeling a man between the lips of her pussy was always enjoyable. She pushed herself toward it, completing their connection. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Stick yourself into me, baby. Let me cover it up with my warm snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." She loved having his hard dick occupy that intimate space; it commanded all the room she had. Gritting her teeth and sinking her head into the cushions, she carefully wrapped her legs around his waist. Rolando balanced himself on his elbows, observant of not crushing her fragile form with his weight. "Ohhhhhhh. Now, pump me with that monster. Feed it to me."
Her plea matched the thirst in his loins. He rammed between those spread thighs, letting her drenched cunt engulf him. His cry of pleasure reverberated. Her hot squish made way for his lumbering shaft. He sliced neatly into its moist clasp. "Ahhhhhhhhh. Love me with that tight pussy. Stroke me with that wanting snatch."
Nina gravitated behind Rolando, fascinated to see where they were joined. His cock, stretching Conchetta's snatch to capacity, was crammed to the hilt. His balls strained at its pink borders while he fought to push another fraction of himself into its succulent clutch. Their frenzied union stirred her. She clasped her orgasm-ravaged pussy and shivered. Ohhhhhh. Even in the aftermath of Conchetta's sweet tonguing, she still quivered.
"Fuck me," Conchetta sobbed, swinging her hips forward. Rolando jammed himself into wet cunt. "Harder." His balls slapped her inner thighs. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard."
Again, Nina felt compelled to offer her services unbeknownst to her audience.
Rolando trembled when Nina vented her warm breath over his balls. Christ. He grit his teeth while burying his cock into Conchetta. Before he reached bottom, Nina applied her moist tip. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned, unable to contain the sensation.
Conchetta gasped when Nina traced the expanded boundaries of her cunt. Although Rolando plugged her snatch with his thriving manhood, Nina made her presence known. Her boss's tongue was infinitely softer than Rolando's. Conchetta soared from its delightful flutter.
Nina licked them both, stimulating them to no end. What should have been a lazy fuck evolved into a frantic coupling. Soon, their two bellies slapped with wild abandon. Nina drove them to an irreversible point, flicking away at their secured flesh.
Nina smacked her lips. Rolando's sweat was cleaned from his balls, while Conchetta's zesty seepage had been extracted. Showing them a verve in her slurps, she provoked them to orgasm. Her saliva trickled from that inflamed area.
"Oh, God," Conchetta hissed between clenched teeth. Nina's oral inventiveness had enhanced Rolando's thorough pumping. "Ohhhhh."
"You're making us cum," Rolando gasped before going into his convulsion. "Uggghhhh."
Nina watched them rock as one. After moments of studying his feverish thrusts into that snug ring, she saw Rolando's abundant discharge ooze. Nina extended her tongue to remove the overflow. "Mmmmmmm."
When she left them, they were snuggling.