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  Vivienne laughed in disbelief. “No worries there, Sarah. You would be a pleasant surprise to anyone. Do you need anything?”

  I turned from the mirror, resigned that I wouldn’t be getting any information from her. “I’m good. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Vivienne kissed me delicately, being careful of my lipstick, said I looked gorgeous, and left the room. I put on the dress Decklan had picked out for me and added the understated emeralds at my ears and throat. One last glance and I was out the door into the living room.

  It seemed there was always a gathering of one kind or another at Vivienne’s. Since all of us began our evenings with her, there was usually a lot of activity on the weekends. Vivienne had five luxurious bedrooms for preparations and morning-after recovery.

  There was a do not disturb rule when she was interviewing a new girl, as there had been with me the weekend before. Then, all preparations occurred at the studio, which was similarly well-equipped.

  I glanced up as Rolande descended the stairs in a panther-like strut. I was jealous at how smoothly she manipulated the marble steps in black four-inch stilettos. There was a reason I wasn’t named Grace. She was wearing a stunning black mink coat that came to mid-calf, which I did not understand. We were in Florida…it was always hot.

  She stopped in front of me when she reached the bottom of the stairs and pulled open the coat. Beneath it, she wore only a black thong and shimmering pasties on her nipples. Her body was tight and I felt myself flush, suddenly hoping I ran into her at breakfast the next morning.

  She smiled, knowing what reaction she’d caused, and closed the coat. “I have a very anxious client waiting, little pet…we will talk again about the lovely shine I see in your eyes, yes? You look positively delicious, don’t forget to have fun while you work…it makes all the difference.”

  She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, sighing softly before she withdrew and entered the elevator. She placed both hands on the rail and dropped her head back, the coat falling open in the golden light. She was a beautiful creature to watch and she was well aware of it.

  Decklan and Paige were closest to me, having come from the salon. They stared at me appreciatively. It felt good to pass inspection since they were stunning in their own right.

  I waited to see if there would be any sarcastic comments from Decklan but he remained silent. He stepped forward to adjust a hem and I caught him subtly smelling me. I decided to take the high road and let it pass. Even though I hated taking the high road.

  He stepped back and said, “Very nice, Sarah, the overall effect is beautiful.” I thanked him but avoided looking him in the eye.

  Vivienne nodded happily at my finished appearance and hustled me into the elevator when it returned a few moments later. My last sight was of her wringing her hands. I found that charming, almost maternal. I would rarely find her maternal. I didn’t look at him but felt Decklan’s stare until the doors slid shut.

  Rolande’s appointment would take place entirely in the limo driven by Max so Katie took me in the Town Car. The windows were very dark and I was glad of the privacy. I’d learned from Vivienne I was going to the Broward Center for the Performing Arts to attend an opera.

  I’ll be honest; I don’t enjoy it personally and never have. I silently hoped my client wouldn’t quiz me about it during or after. Katie pulled to the curb at the valet stand and I forced myself to wait, as instructed, for her to come around and open my door. I stepped from the car and thankfully didn’t fall on my face. She quietly reminded me where she’d pick me up the following morning before driving away.

  I felt awkward as I walked through the doors alone. I could feel people staring and squared my shoulders, keeping my head up and trying to look like I belonged in a place like this.

  I soon realized they weren’t staring because I seemed out of place. They were staring because I was wearing thousands of dollars in clothes and jewels…and I looked hot.

  My ticket was in the clutch bag I carried and an usher showed me to the private box belonging to my client. I walked through the small door then a curtained partition and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. A woman stood and turned to me.

  It was Monica Carter, my attorney and my other boss. I caught my breath in surprise and found myself at a complete loss for words. Guilt reared its’ ugly head, as if I’d been caught stealing.

  She looked stunning. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought so. She had black hair and gray eyes. Her burgundy brushed silk sheath dress looked divine and her olive skin was glowing. After a few moments, I collected myself and managed to sit without falling. She returned to her seat beside me and took my hand gently.

  “I don’t understand,” I whispered.

  “I know it’s a bit of a shock to see me, Sarah. I wanted to tell you. Really I did.” She was rubbing my hand between both of hers. My mind was racing frantically. “I’ve known Vivienne for years, since college. After you’d worked for me awhile, I knew you’d be perfect for her…and for me.” She continued to speak in soothing tones meant to calm me, to reassure me.

  I finally managed to meet her gaze and wasn’t surprised when my switch flipped. She was a scout for Vivienne, had found me to have the right stuff, so to speak, and had no problem admitting she had selfish motivations. She was gently still rubbing the inside of my wrist with her thumb and I was quickly warming to the situation.

  “Monica, I…I’m not sure what to say. There’s no doubt I find you attractive.” I smiled and knew some of my naughtier thoughts shone in my eyes. “I admit it’s a surprise but I’m sorry I reacted badly.” I leaned in closer, “I’m here for you, wanting only to please you.” I could smell the delicate perfume she wore. “You smell very good, Monica…” I nuzzled her throat and tasted her on the tip of my tongue. A shiver coursed over her skin.

  We chatted for a while and I appreciated her efforts to help me relax. She ordered two glasses of wine and we sipped them as we talked. Half an hour later, the house lights went down and plunged us into near darkness.

  I decided to go with what I knew. I had always been a giving lover. Right now, Monica wasn’t my boss or my lawyer. I admitted to myself that I’d been curious and this was an opportunity to put that to rest. I placed my clutch on the opposite side of my seat and cupped her face in my hands. I kissed her softly, urging her to show me what she liked.

  What she liked was sex in public.

  The music had hardly begun when she had my hair unpinned, my gown pulled low enough to expose my nipples – which she sucked and licked loudly, and the skirt of my gown hiked up to give her access to my pussy through my panties.

  Never one to be outdone, I slipped to the carpeted floor and knelt in front of her. I examined her legs, tight from hours spent every week on her stair-climber. I pushed her skirt high on her hips, and fondled her clit through the tiny triangle of fabric on her thong.

  I heard a faint rustling sound and glanced over Monica’s shoulder toward the exit. Two of the BCPA’s parking valets had snuck into the box and were hiding on either side of the door behind the heavy curtains.

  One was a young Hispanic man, with beautiful features and a trim build. The other was an older white guy with a buzz cut and thickly muscled arms. They were rubbing their crotches through their pants and watching every move we made.

  I observed them for a few moments from my position between Monica’s legs, as I casually rubbed her clit. This was very nice…I’ve always loved watching men masturbate; muscular fingers stroking up and down an engorged cock. Not to say I don’t enjoy watching women as well, I’ve never been picky. There is something so primal about witnessing someone find their own pleasure. It gives you insight into the person they are, and sexual experience is heightened when you have that knowledge.

  I immediately assumed Monica’s preferences were becoming known in a place she frequented. Right now, she was wiggling in her seat and moaning softly. No one had a clear view of us, but noises would definitel
y draw attention.

  I rose up enough to cover her mouth with mine, flicking my tongue along her lips. Then I moved casually to her ear and said, “Do you mind if two valets get off watching us? They’re hiding in the curtains right now behind us, fondling themselves and waiting for the show.”

  She turned to glance at them, rubbing her fingertips over her taut nipples, and nodded at me. The two men had retreated deeper into the shadows when she turned to look at them. Now, they emerged enough to watch me work; enough for me to watch a performance of my own.

  I went back to what I was doing. Moving Monica’s panties aside, I traced a finger down her slit before sliding two fingers into her pussy, which clenched around me. She pumped her hips against my hand with beautiful rhythm and I was so happy I hadn’t bolted like a scared rabbit.

  The older valet moaned softly and unzipped the front of his pants, pulling a nice thick cock through the opening for my viewing pleasure. The younger man spread his waistband wide, reaching lower to cup his balls, stroking his very hard cock swiftly.

  The first guy began a slow rub up and down with his cock in his fist, whispering, “I just want to see you eat her pussy…please eat her pussy. Christ that will make my year.”

  I was totally turned on when I heard that and Monica saw a great opportunity to showcase her talents while getting exactly what she wanted. She removed one breast from her dress and began rubbing it with wild abandon.

  I took a moment to suck it and she nearly came. Too soon, too soon. I leaned in and delicately licked her clit to slow her down. I used my teeth to nip at her. I removed my fingers and tasted her come. Then I rubbed her wetness all through her pubic hair and down to her ass. She nearly rose off the chair when I slid one finger into her ass, using my thumb to press the thin membrane between. I didn’t stop licking and sucking her clit.

  Monica was moaning, “Right there, baby…you know right where I want it…please don’t stop.” And I didn’t. I enjoyed making it last.

  After a few minutes, I slowed down and whispered, “Monica, do you want to come now? Would you like to come for me?”

  She looked at me, her fingers pinching her nipples, and said a little too loudly, “I need to come…you are so good. It’s just like I imagined it would be.” Then her head dropped back to her chair and started thrashing from side to side as I sucked her clit like I was giving a miniature blowjob.

  She was all over the place and I heard the older guy whisper, “How’s that pussy taste? Must taste so good. Watching you eat her, oh God…” He tensed up hard and came with a look of pleasure-pain on his face. I watched him pumping himself into a Kleenex and it made me so hot I nearly came, too.

  The other guy was cupping his balls with one hand and stroking the hell out of his dick with the other. When he came, he said, “Oh my God” in Spanish and looked like he was having a heart attack. He almost missed the bar napkin he was holding.

  I never stopped fucking her with my fingers and when she came soon after, I knew we would have been busted if the music hadn’t been so loud. “Yes, Sarah, yes, you know how to eat me right. Take all of it. Oh god, yes.”

  After a few moments, her breathing seemed to return to normal. She sat up and straightened her clothes before taking my face in her hands. “I promise to make that up to you later, Sarah. Right now, I think we should go…what do you think?”

  I nodded and we stood, startling the valets who were still in the box. We straightened our clothes quickly and I could see the two men scrambling to put themselves back together. I paused to meet their eyes before going out the door.

  I grabbed each of their contented dicks through their now-zippered pants and whispered, “Think about us later. Those were wonderful jack-off performances…too bad your come went to waste.” Then I liked my lips.

  Both of them made strangled sounds in the back of their throats and I was sure there would be a second round of masturbation featuring Monica and I later. We left them standing there, walked through the BCPA building barely containing our giggles, and got in Monica’s black BMW. I stroked her inner thigh casually as she headed out on Broward Boulevard.

  Monica drove to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner and talked for an hour about why she used the service when I knew she had a long-term partner, Jessica, at home. The entire time, the chef chopped and grilled at lightning speed.

  “Jess is difficult to explain. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and fun to be with…as long as sex doesn’t come into the picture.” She sipped her red wine and became thoughtful. “I know she loves me and I really love her. Maybe you’ve noticed I’m a little…outgoing…when it comes to my sexual tastes.” I felt the toe of her shoe slide along my calf.

  “Yeah, Monica, I think I noticed when I was eating you out in the middle of the opera.” I whispered and we both laughed. “But, seriously, have you talked to her about what you like?”

  “Oh, yes. I’m met with complete blankness. She’s totally into the romance and I do what I can to make her happy because I love her very much. I was married once. I didn’t love him, but sometimes I miss the mindless fucking. Making love is nice but sometimes a person just wants to be fucked without emotion. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  I did understand. When Monica excused herself to make a quick call near the ladies room, I let the server know we’d be right back and followed.

  Monica was closing her cell phone when I snuck up behind her and pushed her into the main bathroom and an empty stall. Pressing her against the wall, I exposed her breasts while I tongued her down, raising the hem of her dress to her hips.

  Putting my thigh between her legs, rocking forward so her pussy humped against it, Monica responded immediately by grinding. I was sucking furiously on her nipple when we heard another person enter the bathroom. I didn’t stop when they entered the stall next to ours.

  My finger was tracing lazy circles on her clit through her panties as I whispered dirty thoughts in her ear. “You love me fucking you in this filthy bathroom. I could make you eat my pussy right here. Make you straddle this toilet and eat me while I stand in front of you. You’d like that, especially if someone could hear us. You love not only the doing but people knowing you’re doing it.” When I felt her begin to tighten, I whispered, “I love to fuck you without emotion…come for me.”

  And she did.

  We returned to the table a few moments later after washing up and reapplying lipstick. She was even more turned on then and couldn’t stop touching me. She loved that I didn’t mind her touching me, kissing me, in public.

  Back then, I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about my lifestyle. I was still naïve about what some people endured just trying to live their lives with the people they loved.

  When we finished our wonderful dinner, she asked me if I liked the beach and I told her yes. We drove north then east into Palm Beach County. I played with her from the passenger seat. Working her up, making her crazy.

  When we arrived at the Boca Inlet and parked, Monica removed her seat belt and came across the console into my lap. I settled her across my thighs and kissed her violently while rubbing my hands roughly over her ass.

  “Do you have a blanket in your trunk?” I asked her when I couldn’t take much more. She nodded and I opened the door, helping her climb out. I stood next to her car and stripped down to nothing but my bra and panties. “From a distance, they look like swimsuits.” She laughed and followed my lead. Throwing everything in the trunk, she locked up the car.

  I carried the blanket while she led the way to a secluded grove of trees overlooking the water. The moon was full and its light gave the sand a surreal glow. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore was rhythmic and created more stirring inside me. It was a well chosen spot.

  I spread out the soft green chenille blanket after I was sure there were no pebbles or shells beneath us. Once it was lying smoothly across the sand, Monica sat down and I removed my bra and panties. She watched me from her sitting position a
nd seemed to be enjoying the view immensely. She was lightly fingering her nipples through her bra and her eyes were glazed with passion.

  When I joined her on the blanket, she seemed hesitant to touch me. “I’ve waited so long to see you like this, Sarah. I’ve wanted you for almost a year. Before that, a relationship would have been incredibly inappropriate anyway.”

  She traced her fingertip over the tops of my breasts and sparked the warmth in my belly. “You were so vulnerable after everything with your parents and I was your lawyer.” She smiled almost sadly. “But you’ve positively blossomed. I’d catch myself watching you and remind myself you were a client, an employee, and a lot younger than me. It’s been so difficult to remain distant.”

  “Now, you don’t have to. You can get as close to me as you like.” I whispered before I laid her down and began exploring her skin.

  I was finally able to see all of her, though I’d sampled many parts of her individually throughout our evening so far. She was lean and firm with gorgeous skin. I unclasped her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, soaking up the warmth between her breasts with my face.

  Monica cupped one of my breasts in her hand, using a thumb to caress my nipple that was already drawn tight again. I pressed her palm to me while running my hand across her stomach and into the tops of her panties. I raked my nails down the outer lips of her pussy and watched as her hips rose to meet me.

  Her nipples were light brown and hard. I took my time sucking each of them, licking every inch until her skin was like fire and she was moaning for more. I was in no hurry. There was no sense of urgency to avoid detection this time.

  When I removed her panties and slid my hand from her ankle to her inner thigh, I could tell she wanted to take charge, but I wasn’t ready to give it to her. Monica wanted to be fucked, and she wasn’t picky as long as it was raunchy.

  I was going to give her what she wanted.

  After kissing her deeply again, I took the tiny vibrator I’d carried in my purse and used it to massage her nipples while I alternately sucked them.