Thanks a Million (9 page)

She folded the letter and since she didn’t have her purse handy, stuffed it in her bra. “I’ll look forward to it. Say nine o’clock.”

“Nine it is.”

* * * *

The show’s cast and staff had just left for the day. Michelle was finishing some paperwork, planning on grabbing a bite in the cafeteria before heading up to Dana’s suite, when Dana’s gorgeous secretary, Lora, waltzed into her off-stage office and stood in front of her desk. She must’ve gone home and changed because she was dressed sexier than when she’d seen her earlier and she was dressed sexy then. She wore a white halter top with gold fringe across the bottom and a very short matching skirt which only covered the bottom half of her bikini waxed mons. The only other thing she wore was a pair of mid-calf, high heeled, gold, tie up boots.

As she waited for an explanation, Lora took a seat as if she was expected and crossed her right leg over her left knee. With her large blue eyes and hair in pigtails, she looked sixteen.

“Yes, Lora, can I help you? You’re not here to ask about the compromising situation you saw Dana and me in the week before last, are you? It was just one of those spontaneous things that occasionally happens between coworkers.”

Michelle grew concerned as a sinister smile formed on Lora’s lovely lips. Lora was beautiful. Why had she okayed someone so gorgeous to be Dana’s secretary? A girl as beautiful as her, who could then become her competition?
Because there’s something about her that appeals to me.

“Not exactly,” she answered, her smile sliding to one side of her pretty face, “although that confirmed my suspicions.”

Michelle felt her eyebrows rise with curiosity, but she waited her out.

“If my employment application would have had a line that asked sexual orientation, my answer would have been
bi-sexual
. Did you know that in addition to the ten percent of women who prefer women, another ten percent like sex with either men or women or both and twenty percent are bi-curious? Bi-curious means—“

Michelle’s palms began to perspire and the room seemed warm. Fidgeting in her seat, she said, “I know what bi-curious is. What’s your point?”

Lora’s devious smile returned. “I think.” Michelle’s pulse surged as Lora paused to run her tongue over her upper lip. “You are bi-sexual, too or at least curious.”

To Michelle’s shock, an urge to kiss those lips came upon her.

As she dried her palms on her skirt, Lora went on, “I may be wrong, but I don’t think so.”

Her stomach felt as if it had jumped into her throat as the young woman rapidly untied and removed her halter and threw it on Michele’s desk as she slid to the left corner of her chair and lifted her perfectly turned leg over the right arm. “You’re as attracted to me as I am you. Aren’t you?”

Michelle gaped as she noticed Lora’s bare pussy staring out at her from beneath her tiny skirt. She took a deep breath. Staring at her young waxed cunt, supple young breasts and perfect, lithe legs, she felt her core heating up. She did want to try this girl. She wanted to kiss her smooth feminine lips and suck on her nipples, to spread her gorgeous legs and taste her crème. Why did she affect her like that?
Because sex with a beautiful person, of either gender, is sex. Sex that, as a hedonist, I crave.

Her heart sped and breathing seemed difficult. Trying to maintain a façade of composure, she asked, “If what you say is true, what do you suggest.”

Without hesitation, Lora responded, “Take me with you. Dana told me, he would love to watch you and I go at it, and then he would fuck each of us. Then when he was done for and we were just warming up, we could go back to each other. Michelle I want to lick your pussy so bad I get hot thinking about it.”

The muscles in her pussy clenched. Her panties felt soaked from her juices. Rising, she walked around her desk, eased up to the half-naked girl and grasping her long nailed feminine fingers, urged her up. Eye to eye, only inches apart, the flowery bouquet of Lora’s perfume spanned the divide between them. They stood the same height, a statuesque five-seven, but were otherwise the opposite of each other—Lora with her model svelte frame, long blonde trusses and baby blues, while she was shapely, with the long raven hair of her Italian ancestry and fiery brown eyes. Michelle’s eyes focused on Lora’s coral colored lips. She had to taste those lips.

As Michelle languidly leaned in for a kiss, she felt her hand being lifted. The electricity from the gentle touch of her lips was augmented by the erotic sensation of a woman’s breast—Lora’s soft breast and hard jutting nipple—suddenly nestled within her hand. Michelle sighed as Lora’s silky tongue traced the groove between her lips, trailing a layer of minty saliva and when her soft, velvety tongue washed across Michelle’s bright, white enamel and gums, it accelerated her heart rhythm and hastened her lust.

The promise of Sapphic delights was too strong for Michelle. She pulled away, then pecked Lora on the lips. “We have time before Dana expects me and I have a day bed in the sick room next door. Shall we have an appetizer before we surprise Dana?”

The smile on Lora’s innocent looking face turned mischievous. She picked her halter off Michelle’s desk and slung it over her shoulder as she puffed out her chest. Holding Michelle’s hand, she let her lead her out of the office. “A snack before we get
filled up
would be nice.”

Chapter Eight – Five Months Later

Fallon stared out the window as the plane approached the Lake Tahoe Airport. It was late summer and unlike the desert surrounding Las Vegas, green was the predominant color. The mountains and valleys, except for the deep blue lake—Lake Tahoe—in the distance, were green as far as the eye could see.

This was her third trip to Tahoe alone. Her condition was showing, but surprisingly not a lot. Her doctor said that was because she was carrying more internally than externally, which didn’t show as much, but would make her more miserable as she got closer to term. She also said sex would become uncomfortable and that she should probably stop having sex next month. That is what prompted her third, and first surprise, visit to Dana.

To her disappointment, Dana had not visited her at all in Vegas during the ensuing months and truthfully, her two previous visits to Tahoe were frustrating. The passion in their sex seemed to be missing and it almost felt perfunctory. Poor Dana, she could tell he was working too much, too hard, too long. That was why she decided to surprise him this time. The hotel was open and doing well. Stuart said Dana was doing a good job and by surprising him, she wouldn’t be putting any additional pressures on him.

After they landed, she took a cab the eight miles to the Diamond by the Water Hotel and Casino. Stuart had made the arrangements in advance so the clerk handed her a card key for Dana’s suite. She couldn’t wait. This was going to be fun.

It was middle afternoon and she knew Dana would still be working. She didn’t want to be spotted by him, Michelle or anyone else who knew her, like Lora, Dana’s secretary. She took the elevator to the fourth floor unlocked the door to his suite and went in. She glanced around and as expected it was empty. The curtains were open and staring out the window wall, she couldn’t help but admire the exquisite view of one of nature’s wonders, beautiful Lake Tahoe. Drawn by the view, she opened the sliding door and stepped onto the balcony. She leaned against the rail studying in every direction. The flight had tired her, so she sat and reclined in the very comfortable chaise lounge to rest for a few moments.

It was almost dark when she woke. She glanced at her watch. It was eight-forty-five. She missed dinner, but that was okay. Dana would surely be here in his suite by now and she would order room service after they made love. She quietly opened the sliding door just enough to squeeze her overnight bag and herself through. She was greeted by noises—sounds of passion. Was Dana watching a porn movie? The lights were off in the living room, but they were on in the bedroom.

“Eat me Lora, eat my pussy good, like you do.”

Fallon’s brow dipped and her nostrils flared. That was no movie. It was Michelle’s voice practically screeching.

What were Michelle and Lora doing in my husband’s bedroom? She crept up to the doorway and peeked around the doorjamb. Her hand shot up to her mouth. All she could see from her position was her husband’s naked back and ass plus the bottoms of his feet and a woman’s feet. He was moving his groin to and fro in what was obviously rear entry coitus. As the shock of the discovery wore off, she looked around the room trying to figure out how to get a better view of what was transpiring without someone noticing. Her gaze eventually came to the mirrored closet doors, which were in a perfect location to reflect the whole scene.

As Dana fucked his secretary, Lora from behind, she had her head buried between Michelle’s wide-open legs. They were moaning and groaning, involved in what they were doing, so there wasn’t much danger she’d be noticed from where she observed the scene.

All of a sudden, Michelle said, “I need your cock in me, Dana. Why don’t you lay on the bed and I’ll mount you’re cock while you give Lora head.”

Dana pulled out of Lora’s snatch and slapped her hard on her bottom.

“Ow, what’d you do that for?”

“You loved it and you know it. Get prepared to set your sweet pussy over my hungry mouth. Michelle, are you going to move so I can lie down?”

Michelle rolled off the bed and Lora, on her knees moved to the left side of the head of the bed. Fallon ducked back out of sight while the threesome moved into their new positions. When the moans and ‘
oh yeahs’
returned, she snuck another peek. As expected Dana was lying on his back and Michelle, upright on her knees rode his cock, cowgirl style. Lora who moaned the most was in a similar position to Michelle, but instead of having Dana’s cock stuffed up inside her channel, his tongue reamed her pussy walls. Her eyes were closed and her head bent back as she clung to the headboard. “Oh, yeah! That’s it baby. You drive me crazy with your tongue.”

When Michelle leaned forward and wrapped her hands around Lora’s breasts, she gasped. Releasing the headboard, she leaned into Michelle and raising her arm wrapped her hand around Michelle’ head as she nuzzled in and peppered Lora’s neck with tiny kisses.

Fallon was hurt, really hurt. If she didn’t have Stuart to turn to, she’d have been crushed. However, they were all so sexy and beautiful, she was also fascinated. In fact, she couldn’t help getting turned on by what she watched.
Is this something I would like to do?
Afraid of how she might answer that question, she decided to snap a picture of the reflected image with her cell phone and get out of there.

“What was that?” Dana exclaimed after she took the picture and ducked out of sight.”

As she crept stealthily to the entry door, she heard Michelle venture. “I don’t know. Maybe it was a light bulb burning out?”

She quietly opened the door and as she snuck through it, she heard Lora admonish Dana. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’m ready to come.”

Chapter Nine – Mission Accomplished

When he received word through Michelle that his wife had birthed his boss’s baby, his gut clenched. The reality of what he’d allowed to happen came home to roost and he didn’t like what he saw when he looked in the mirror. He started drinking and gambling heavily. Finally, he had a case of Cutty Sark sent to his suite and stayed there in a drunken stupor for a week.

He didn’t know what he would’ve done without Michelle—Lora too. Apparently, they told everyone he was down with bronchitis and Michelle managed the casino while he was soused. When word came that the Big Kahuna, as Lora was fond of calling him, demanded his presence, together they dried him out and Michelle accompanied him on Stu’s private plane.

He wondered why she came along. He thought it was because she wanted to join the mile high club, which they did flying over the Sierras, but apparently Stu wanted to see her as well.

Once they landed at MacCarran Charter Air Terminal, the company limousine whisked, them to the Hotel Odyssey and Stuart Wynne.

He walked in and Stu stood and offered his hand. “Good morning Dana. I’m glad you were able to break away from your busy schedule to come see us.”

“I’m in a fantastic mood. As you know, your wife gave birth to Nataly Ann Wynne, a beautiful baby girl and I’m floating on the proverbial, ‘Cloud Nine.’ I owe it to you buddy and I won’t forget it. Now, it’s time to conclude our business. I have some good news and some bad news for you. I’m going to start with the good.”

Stuart set an envelope on the desk within his reach. “This is yours.”

He picked it up and opened the envelope. He could feel his heart pounding in his neck at the sight of a cashier’s check for a million dollars. Then he noticed. “This is made out to me alone. Fallon’s name isn’t on it.”

Stuart tried, but failed to control a smirk. “I know that’s the bad news.” He slid some papers to the edge of the desk. “Fallon wants a divorce. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and Nataly.”

He could feel the acid pouring into his stomach. All of a sudden, he didn’t feel so good. He reached for the papers. Paper clipped at the top was another cashier’s check for a million dollars. “What’s this?”