Anne working Overtime

Chap. 13. – Setting in

The day at Rowena's office had been exactly the start that Anne had been dreaming of… A real kick! The perfect combination of feelings ranging from total submission via respect and admiration to the enjoyment of being able to provide ultimate pleasure and satisfaction. She felt utterly dominated and exploited by someone who genuinely appreciated the skills and devotion she had put into her pleasuring efforts. Rowena had taken all she had to give with full vigour, and had total satisfaction.

Jean made it very clear to her early on that she could expect to be regarded as something of a "lower class citizen" - as she put it - by some of her clients. Many of them already were well established within the lifestyle, and had no problems understanding the roles they were playing in the game. It was hardly surprising though, that it could be a challenge to earn appropriate respect in the role as a submissive pleasure provider.

But already the first regular client visit at Rowena's office had given her the distinct feeling that by showing her skills, devotion, and her own genuine enjoyment, she could be noted as much more than just a living pleasure doll. She even had a feeling that she could have some kind of power in the relationships by being the one she was, and doing the things she did…. When she was at her best!

At the end of the day, Rowena had released her from the chair, and let her clean up properly. Then she was shown to one of the seats opposite to her desk as they sat down to discuss the details of the dinner arrangement. Rowena looked warm, satisfied and happy - almost glowing - and when she met Anne's eyes, the young girl could see and sense that she definitely had appreciated her visit. That she had made a difference! Anne felt she could use her charm and good mood to deepen their contact even further.

Did she know that Anne had come hard herself during her last shattering orgasm? Anne suddenly felt that this woman knew everything! And she obviously didn't believe the handcuff- gimmick at all, because as Anne rose to leave, the woman just handed them over to her with a snug smile, telling her to do with them as she pleased.

The next day Jean was at her work desk phone already at lunchtime, and Anne immediately heard the excitement in her voice.

"Mrs. Kyle told me she enjoyed your visit. That means top marks to you!! I knew it!" she sang.

"You know," she quickly filled in to explain, "she's not the one to throw around compliments or blank approvals. That's why she is what she is. When she says she enjoyed your visit, she did, and very much so! Trust me, I know her."

Again Anne's first feeling was this little sting in her heart telling her she was being used. She knew this wasn't fair, considering how Jean had been the door opener to all the relationships she had built during her time with the program. And she was free to go away any time she wanted. It was just something about the attitude and the way she talked to her. Something she couldn't really say. And something that was not important! Anne decided then and there to try to forget this forever, and concentrate exclusively on the positive side of it all. After all Jean had made a positive difference to her life like nobody before… ever!

"Anne, I've got another client for you already this evening, but I thought you'd maybe like to have tonight off considering what you've already been through. Am I right?"

"Yes, I think so," Anne answered reluctantly, feeling a little relieved that at least Jean had no problems understanding what an experience it all had been. She really didn't feel like another go around this soon.

They agreed to get in touch again the following morning at work.

That evening, however, Anne realised that she in fact regretted that she had turned down Jean's offer. As she watched TV and munched some chips, she realised that she was more than ready for another go! Every glimpse of an attractive looking, senior lady on the screen brought heat to her body like she had never felt before. She almost got scared. Was it really that strong? Had it changed so much about her in just a few months? Did it even show on her face?!? If she let herself go any further into this, would she ever be able to return to a "normal" life… have a family and kids? Was there really a way back?

She felt the need to talk to someone about this more than ever. But who should that be? If she tried to discuss it with Jean, she would just get another long lecture about the way of realizing her own personality and feelings by fully embracing this new lifestyle. That was all fine and dandy, but still it was – and would always be considered - quite awkward. The question was if she would be able to handle the different situations in this "double life" over time? Especially when her feelings so strongly told her that this was all what she really wanted… what she had been dreaming about since she was just a young girl?

And what about Carol? Could she open up to her?

Probably not! The conflicts with Jean seemed to be escalating rather than settling, and it was clear to all of them who was the weaker part. The beautiful woman was just a pale reflection of her old self these days. Anne knew she was the reason behind it all, and that made it so much more unfair. She clearly felt how the lady tried to get her to move her direction, and Anne felt a growing conflict between her attraction to her and the loyalty to Jean. Somehow it felt like if she went to her now, she would have taken a position in the conflict, and there would be no way back.

Still she kept hoping she would contact her. She missed her terribly!

Sitting there in front of her telly, she decided once again to proceed for another month or so, to find out what she really wanted, and if she at that point would feel that she had control, or if she would be totally addicted, and there would be no way back. Then she would make the final decision.

Once this was settled, she let her thoughts drift back to the wonderful day with Mrs. Kyle. Her finger found the sensitive spot, and it took just a few minutes for her to reach a very powerful orgasm….

Jean was a little bit worried about Anne's feelings after her first real field visit. That Ms. Kyle would be very happy with her talents was hardly surprising. Nobody else could still match her special technique, although Jean had trained her other girls very hard lately, trying to make them improve in the same direction, or at the very least understand the physiological basics of how it's done. Deb, her own personal assistant, had been practising intensively - mainly on her own insatiable pussy - and was the one with the best progress so far. But still nothing came up to dear little Anne.

Her main concern was that Anne would be appalled by some of Ms. Kyle's special desires, and start to have second thoughts about the whole thing. She hoped not, because she knew better than any other that that was just the beginning. Had she prepared her well enough? Should she explain things further? Or maybe she had talked more than enough already?

Jean was pleased when Anne without hesitation accepted her next assignment. It was a new lady, a woman who had been recommended to her by another client. She had been quite unsure about the whole thing, and wanted a meeting more or less just to ask some questions about the services that Jean and her staff could offer. Jean decided that this was a good "soft" case for Anne to handle next. A situation where she could play out her whole registry of skills, or just settle with some talking… about the easiest thing she could expect to face in quite a while….

Ms. Sommers had made evening dinner arrangements for them at Hotel Excelsivor a few days later she was sitting alone at a corner table for two when Anne arrived. Anne had dressed in a light tee shirt and a fairly loud knee- length skirt, looking quite like the student she had been until quite recently. Jean recommended this as the most appropriate, even if a hotel like that normally would require a somewhat classier outfit. Even though Jean had told her what she knew about her, she somehow still didn't expect them to stay long in the hotel restaurant.

That proved to be wrong though. The lady had put together an extensive menu, and clearly had plans for a longer chat. She was very delighted when Anne greeted her by kissing her hand before she sat down opposite to her. She felt she could do so even if there were a few other guests over at the opposite side of the huge room.

Anne had expected her to be slightly nervous, like many of the others, but this one was completely calm, signalling a confidence and strength that took her a little by surprise. Now how about that! If she should want something, it was much easier and relaxing when her lady was relaxed and confident herself.

And from the first moment she saw her, Anne was definitely hoping for some closer contact. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Definitely one of the most beautiful of all the ladies Jean had brought her in contact with so far! She also appeared to be a little younger, hardly over forty, with an elegant, kind of cool appearance that left no doubt about her being a lady of exquisite class and taste. She had her dark blond hair set up in a wide, curly fashion that clearly required a lot of work every day. A face with an elegant, but very discreet make-up applied to frame big brown eyes and a mouth that was practically screaming for hot kisses. She was wearing a dark grey business- type jacket over a low cut bottle- green blouse, covering a pair of drop- dead, delicious looking tits. They were also screaming for hot kisses, Anne thought to herself, after throwing a quick glance in that direction.

Within seconds the waiter was there, popping a bottle of Brute Freixnet Cordon Negro. After pouring it for them, he immediately disappeared, and the lady raised her glass.

"I'm quite used to hide my feelings in my everyday life," she said, clicking her glass with Anne's, "so forgive me for not appearing more emotional. But let me tell you right now; you're absolutely stunning!"

Ann couldn't help getting a little red, although she was trying very hard now to lay off some of her childish behaviour. She was able to return a swift "so are you" though, in a way that she felt could convince the woman that she truly meant so, and kept looking directly into her eyes.

"Frankly, I find you breathtakingly beautiful," she added, to get really on top of it.

The woman's face brightened even more and she took a deep sip of her sparkling wine.

"I just love the Spanish vintage," she sighed, elegantly patting her lips with her napkin. "This one actually isn't expensive at all, but definitely in class with many of the better French champagnes… at least according to my taste."

Anne was impressed by Ms. Sommers' excellent style; although she felt she was overdoing her manners a bit.

Her conversation was as relaxing as her personality, and before she even knew it, Anne had told her quite a bit about herself, and even touched in on Jean's program. And that was the point at which the lady cleared her throat and got down to talking business.

"Now, I know all there is to know about Ms. Alden and her program," she told her straight out, putting aside her glass for a moment. "I learned about it from a good friend of mine several months ago. It all sounds just great to me. Something I've been looking for a long time actually. There are, however, a few things about this I really need to clarify."

"I'm all yours!" Anne responded, trying to appear as confident as her partner, and at the same time not sound like some around-the-corner streetwalker.

When the woman started to ask questions, she suddenly realised that she actually never clarified with Jean what she could discuss with the clients, and what she should hold back. How about this slave girl image they presented to some of the clients - even in a few cases with fake whip welts across the buttocks? Or the face sitting service that she herself had learned to enjoy so much? She couldn't just go on and tell her about this, just like that… could she? She felt the old familiar nervousness creeping along her spine once again as she was trying to decide at which point to draw the line. What would Jean tell her?

"Actually, what I really need to know - and this I need to know from you - is, if this is something you really enjoy doing, and then I mean really love doing!" She leaned forward against Anne, so much that the girl almost feared her quivering tits would fall out from under her blouse.

This calmed Anne's nerves a lot. Maybe she wasn't in for a detailed interrogation after all! She was easily able to bend forward and lock her eyes with the lady.

"Yes, I do love it. It's my greatest passion! Not with everybody obviously, we can say no if we don't like the client, if that's what you mean. But I can tell you right here and now that I would enjoy immensely to get more intimate with you!"

Silence. Glittering eyes. Understanding. Hot mental signals. A deep sip of dry, sparkling wine.

The woman's perfumed scent had drifted heavily against her when she leaned forward, leaving her completely light headed, almost tipsy, much more from that than from the wine!

The waiter appeared with the second course, and they enjoyed the food for a while without talking much. Just occasional comments on the excellent taste and arrangement. Then Ms. Sommers raised her glass.

"I needed to know that," she smiled warmly. "How can you enjoy any pleasure if it's not mutual? Cheers!"

After a little while she again patted her lips with her napkin in her typical way.

"I really think I will enjoy your company! I was a little curious, but now I know!"

She small- chatted for another couple of minutes.

"And you are really well trained? I mean... you are used to this. You can take whatever comes along?"

Anne wasn't quite sure if she knew what she meant, but this lady couldn't possibly have any disturbing intentions with a question like that. Not her!

"Yes!" she answered swiftly.

The lady seemed pleased.

After they had finished coffee, she handed her business card over to Anne.

"I will be here again on Wednesday. Then my business here in town will be concluded. Will you meet me here at, say, seven sharp?"

"Yes Ms. Sommers. It will be my pleasure!"

"Mine too!"

Anne had a feeling she was in for a turbulent time the next few days. One evening with Ms. Kyle and her associate, and the next one with Ms. Sommers! But all her doubts were gone by now. Totally! The few days she had by herself had convinced her that she needed this just like other people needed food! All of a sudden she was hardly able to think of anything except working out and watching TV on her free time. Better then to put her effort into pleasing wonderful women who knew how to enjoy her skills! Make the world a happier and hornier place! And those two ladies were exactly the kind of strong and confident people that made the whole thing feel just so wonderful. No fear, no doubts. Just let herself sink into the warm embrace and never get up again. Just do her thing…

Just the thing she knew was expected from her. She could see it in their eyes at first glance when she faced them. Glowing, intense eyes, hot and horny, just waiting for her to entertain them.

And Anne felt self-confidence fill her chest every new day. She sure as hell was going to entertain them! Gone were the days of shy uncertainty and sore- trunked elephant syndrome. Naturally, it was a great help that she felt she knew Rowena quite well already. When Jean asked her if they should pull off some kind of bondage gimmick this time, and heard about the lady's reaction to their first attempt, she definitely decided to scrap that idea.

And so it was that Anne found herself in front of a huge table that filled a deep alcove in a remote corner of a very luxurious restaurant not far from Dayton Drive. A very handsome waiter had accompanied her to the table, elegantly leading her across a classical looking hall with sparkling crystal chandeliers, a discretely trickling water fountain, expensive carpets and mahogany wood work everywhere around. Holding her hand gallantly in his white gloved one, he introduced her to the two ladies sitting at the inner side of the table, bowed discretely and then disappeared.

The alcove was quite deep and dark. If it hadn't been for a set of lit candles next to a huge flower decoration on the table, she would hardly be able to see the two ladies sitting there with their glasses of dark red Rioja Grand Coronas.

After a brief discussion with Jean, she had got herself a light grey kind of business suit with jacket and skirt, quite a bit less conservative in style than her partners, and with just a very light and simple blouse underneath. She even wore high heel shoes, although they had agreed it was a little on the far side for her age. But at least no stockings…

Those shining eyes – familiar grey ones, and strange blue ones - looked her over thoroughly for a moment before Ms. Kyle smiled and motioned for her to take her place at the table. A little clumsily she manoeuvred herself into a place next to her dear lady.

"Anne, my dear child, let me introduce you to a good colleague and a very close friend of mine, Ms. Johnson."

She leaned slightly backwards and laughingly looked back and forth;

"Jill… Anne, Anne… Jill!"

A beautifully manicured hand came up towards Anne. After a fraction of a second to recall her lessons, Anne took it and brought it up to her lips for a very discreet kiss on the back, all the time maintaining eye contact with her, sending her very best "whatcanidotopleaseyoumymistress" – signal.

The lady was thrilled. Her entire body smiled at Anne through those beaming eyes. She displayed a chain of perfect, white teeth, a rounded, beautiful face with only very tiny wrinkles marring the corner of her eyes hinting at her mature age. To Anne she looked something like 35.

Both ladies were wearing extraordinary elegant business suits, with very deep cut blouses under their jackets. Ms. Johnson's suit was dark grey with discreet pinstripes, with a matching dark brow, plunging v- necked blouse. Her necklace was a broad chain of what looked like pure diamonds, and matching earrings completed a stunning impression of expensive high society. She had her dark blond hair set up in voluminous curls, with stray locks hanging casually elegant down in her forehead and neck.
Rowena's suit was dark too, quite rough in texture, some kind of very dark green colour to it, with a matching, even darker bottle green blouse. She was wearing a thin golden necklace, with a small golden drop- shape trinket hanging down into the cleft between her full breasts. Anne was stunned to realise that even the almost invisible creases in the skin of her tits actually matched the colour of her blouse, and underlined her elegant maturity. Everything, even her imperfections, contributed to her classical beauty!

"We chose this particular restaurant because of the extraordinary correct and liberal service," Rowena told her, smiling at the waiter who returned with a glass for Anne.

As they drank to their health, they were served a very light salad with shrimps in lemon juice. Anne was complimented for her new style. This was the first time in her life to ever wear a business type suit.

They chatted for a while as the glasses emptied. Anne noticed how Ms. Johnson got more and more uneasy on her seat as their eyes met across the table. It was soon clear to her that the lady already was so horny she could burst! This made her feel more confident than ever that she would be able to give them a great experience, and she could even find the courage to initiate the topic that she knew would lead to another session of great sex… and a long evening of overtime!

But she should remember to be a little careful though, so as not to offend Rowena. She obviously intended to be the one to say who does what... And how.

She put her fork down, took the napkin from her lap and patted her lips gently. For a moment she thought to say something as trite as the salad being as healthy and delicious as they looked.

No no… way too stupid!

"I wish to thank you very much for this delicious salad" she smiled. Then she looked over at Rowena and raised her glass.

"With your permission Ms. Kyle?"

Rowena wiped the slightly surprised expression off her face, smiled and gave an almost unnoticeable nod.

"May I say that I think you both look positively marvellous, and that I'd be delighted to be allowed to look after any requirements you might have this evening. I'll be all yours. Anything at all?!?"

The two ladies had been waiting in a slightly tensed silence, Ms. Johnson with a broad smile, Rowena still with a touch of confusion on her face. Now they swept down the rest of their wine, and sat back lazily. Rowena made a discrete hand movement signalling the waiter.

He appeared almost immediately, removed the plates, refilled the ladies glasses and took away Anne's. A more than clear way of telling her what was expected from her from now on.

Feeling her self-confidence, excitement and pulse rise to the challenge, she took great pleasure in playing along with her delighted protégées.

"If you would be kind enough to excuse me ladies? Before the next course is served, I think I should retire to a position where I could be of a more appropriate assistance... If you don't mind?"

"We don't mind!" Jill immediately cut in, smiling even broader. Holy trunk, didn't this woman aim straight for the goodies! Didn't she have nerves at all?!?

Anne looked around. When she was out of sight, nobody would notice that the table had had a third occupant. Simply a perfect arrangement!

The candlelight flames flickered softly as she sat back and took a deep breath. Their reflexes danced across the graciously curved pane of the deep red glasses and mingled with the restlessly living shadows as she shifted her hips forward and let herself slip off the seat and in under the thick tablecloth hanging down to the floor. The muted, typically elevator-like background music, - right now a melancholic version of "Days of whine and roses" – disappeared almost completely as the cloth fell back down behind her.

She had been worried that it would be quite dirty and dusty under there, but was delighted to find that it was much better than she had expected. It actually smelled clean and fresh! And - on top of it all – a special, even softer carpet covered most of the space, obviously provided as an additional comfort for studious service girl knees!

After automatically straightening her hair, she immediately crawled over to where Ms. Johnson's elegant legs swayed out from the darkness under the cloth, planting a soft, caressive kiss on her right knee. The thighs immediately opened slightly. As she tentatively moved her head in between them, they gave way softly, letting her cheeks brush against silky skin as she kept on pushing inwards.

Once again she was met by the mind-blowing mixture of female scents. First the familiar hint of hair removal wax and skin softening lotion. And then…. of horny pussy! Extremely horny pussy!! Hot, demanding, and completely intoxicating. And again she felt this unique coordination of movements with a lady who knew everything there was to know about the special ways of their world. Their wonderful world of overheated service girls, and even hornier ladies!

Natural, coherent movements... hips adjusting imperceptibly and slipping slightly forward on the seat. Skirt sliding just a little bit further up… assisted by a discrete finger on one side, to allow the thighs to open just a little more. Just enough to let the glowing face the rest of the way in. To close in on the first worshipful kiss. Lips upon lips in a long and breathless moment.

Rowena saw how Jill's body trembled lightly. Her eyelids got heavy and her happy smile slowly transformed into an expression of open- mouthed rapture. As tongue came between lips and started its slow and gentle sliding up and down, it didn't take long until her companion was breathing a little heavier than usual.

Rowena concentrated on not spilling any of her wine as she tried to continue the conversation. The waiter suddenly materialised out of nowhere with their desert; two tall glasses with banana split ice cream, accompanied with small glasses of Baileys. His white- gloved hands worked with impressive swiftness and accuracy as he arranged the dish in front of them from his bent over position.

Jill sent him a grateful smile that looked quite relaxed under the conditions. Only those heavy eyelids slightly betrayed the lady's elevated hormone level. As far as the waiter was concerned, that didn't matter at all. He knew perfectly well what was going on under there!

Anne tried her best to be patient as she with hammering heartbeats slid her hands upwards to fold her hands behind the lady's back. Pressing lightly without causing discomfort, she sank her tongue a little deeper in between the delicious folds as she continued her wet sweeps up and down.

This lady was just as wonderfully hot and succulent as any of the women she had had the immense pleasure of serving these last few months. A real piece of woman! One well worthy of a service girl's adoring caresses.

Above her she could hear the muted sounds of the ladies voices as they continued their conversation. From the small movements of the gorgeous body surrounding her tongue and cheeks, she could also notice that Jill enjoyed her desert with small, modest mouthfuls.

The lady surely must have had some extensive experience in this kind of body worship, because even when Anne started to sense those familiar small ripples in thighs and belly, she was not able to affect her voice or create any noticeable jolts or cramps when she made some powerful flicks over the now fully erect and protruding clit.

Like usual that immediately served to fuel her competitive instincts, and she had to press herself to remember that this lady actually was eating and drinking red wine up there! At least she had to withhold any of her major attacks until she had finished the wine… if she could stand the heat. Her own body trickled and glowed so intensely that she could feel sweat break out on her back and forehead, well aided by the heat from her lady's thighs and crotch.

Anne continued the gentle tongue flicking of the clit for a few minutes before she started her special penetrations. Very gently, so as not to disturb her lady's dining.

After a few more minutes she felt the frustration slowly creep in on her, as there was still no sign of intense pleasure in thighs and buttocks. Not even when she used the very best of her skills to fill her completely! Or when firmly stretched labia lips clamped tightly around the base of her tongue, as the tip played seductively around the entrance to her cervix!

Again she had to resist the temptation to launch a massive attack to break down those stubborn defences, as she had done so many times before.

The two women had been silent for a while; just enjoying their meal, but now they were chatting lightly again. When she focused a little she could recognise Rowena's low, musical voice.

"Anne here represents a completely new and exclusive brand of service girls that I came across in the staff of a very dear friend of mine. Nothing like I – and I might think you - ever experienced before. This lady is running a very versatile fitness business up in Mayo. If you're interested I'd be happy to put you in direct contact with her."

Then Anne could faintly hear Jill making some comment on Anne's performance so far, and something else that she couldn't quite catch.

"Yes," Rowena cut in and damped her voice almost to a whisper. "Maybe the most prominent difference is the way you can trust these girls. They really can take anything. You know… all you can give. When the mood hits you – or the sensual desire – you can just let it go! Just concentrate on the feelings and let your pent up passion be released… without any worries about getting messy or stained or anything like that."

"That's the greatest thing about it. I can tell you! And you can be sure that she loves it too. She's been taught to… and she's been selected because of her passion for it!"

These last words finally brought on the first prominent ripples of pleasure along the powerful thighs squeezing around her cheeks! The lady took a last, shaky sip of her wine, and then sank back with even heavier eyelids to bath in the heavenly feelings that flowed all over her body. She relaxed as much as she possibly could as she let the persistent arms hugging her buttocks push her gently against the miraculously skilled mouth.

She had been trying to play it cool for a while, not to expose herself as a plain amateur to her dear friend. But it certainly didn't take long for her to recognize and appreciate the fact that this service truly was beyond anything she had ever experienced before! Just like her friend had insisted… Something to safely and unpretentiously give in to, without any loss of pride or dignity.

And eventually – actually quite soon – she had to surrender totally to the excellence of the service. Another three minutes was all it took for her to reach one of the most powerful climaxes of her life. The last moments before her explosion, her head sank all the way back against the cushion of the elegant neck support as Rowena handed over a red silk napkin for her to cover her mouth. And that was about time! She had to press it hard against her lips to damp an uncontrollable scream that otherwise would have drawn everybody's attention to their table.

"Relax Jill," Rowena whispered as she put her arms around her shoulders. "just let it go! Give yourself over! Concentrate on your pleasure!!"

She had to help covering up Jill's face to muffle her second scream as a wild trembling shook her body. Her hips bucked violently as she shot a huge load of cum juice right into the hungry mouth down there. She had decided to trust Rowena's words, and relaxed all her bodily functions as the ecstasy overwhelmed her.

And Anne held her in a firm, steady grip, making her lips a tight seal over the gaping opening, joyfully drinking the sticky squirts of lady juices as they flowed at her. As she struggled to stay in position and keep up the intensity of her stimulation, she felt her own body overflow with the wonderful heat of submissive passion. This indescribable passion of sensing how her lady really took all possible pleasure from her effort…. Gave herself totally over! Shamelessly!

It started as a numbing glow in her belly and along her thighs - from the marrow of her bones out to the skin… and in again. Then it tightened to an almost painfully burning knot right under her pubic bone. She knew these feelings all too well, and tried to spread her legs and arch her back to somehow relieve the intensity a bit.

For a moment she was helped by the violent bouncing of the lady's pubic bone against her nose and cheeks, and the grasping hand that gripped a generous tuft of hair and pulled with unscrupulous force.

But then there was yet another suppressed scream, another flush of cum and pee into her mouth, and thighs locking like a clamp around her head… harder than ever…. in blind animal- like lust! She managed to stay in position though, keeping her seal tight and holding the trembling hips in a rigid grip… hanging on and gulping down the juices of the wild orgasmic eruption as its intense waves shattered the woman's body.

She was so close herself that one single careless movement on her part would be enough to tip her over the edge! With her entire body now numb with the uncontrollable glowing sensation, she spread her legs a bit further and tried not to make the woman's bouncing hips transmit down to any kind of stimulating movements in her own labia.

Exactly at the moment of defence breakdown - as she felt herself slipping irrevocably over the brink - the lady's orgasm finally subsided and her body started calming down. Just in time to let Anne get some kind of control of her own body. From the very brink of explosion… almost like a miracle!

It was a mixed feeling of triumph and disappointment as she managed to regain control, and the tight knot in her belly and almost laming numbness in arms and legs gradually started loosening up.

And then she could return her focus 100% on taking the fabulous Lady Johnson gently down the compassionate path into a sated state of sweet, relaxing afterglow…. brilliantly guided by a gentle tongue- massage soothingly caressing the wet folds at exactly the right places. Avoiding any oversensitive spots! Lips sucking in and drinking down the seeping after-flow of cum…. joyfully feasting on the last drops of pleasure elixir…

It hadn't been such a hard match after all… Not really. Patient, skilled work - and probably Rowena's hot comments - actually did the trick in almost no time at all! The gushes of pee also indicated that the lady was quite out of control during her orgasm. Normally a woman - even a lady among Jean's contacts - would be fairly reluctant about this, at least on the first date. No matter what her friend would have told her!

Maybe she had tried. Even tried quite hard, as far as she knew. But if that was the case, she had failed on a trunk- aching scale matching that of Jean, Carol and Mary… and all the others! And subsequently just further strengthened Anne's confidence in her own perfection.

But from the way they were chatting lazily together up there, she knew that Jill didn't look at it as a failure either. Just like the others. Just as being subjugated by a master, that's all! And not just any master….. Not this time!

Anne felt great! Another connoisseur had approved her talents with acclamation. Unconditionally! She found she needed this kind of confirmation of her talents almost like other girls of their looks!

And she realised that this woman – Jill - typically was the kind of lady that actually could orgasm joyfully in almost any hard working mouth. Take pleasure from any skilled tongue…. Who the lucky little one was, wasn't really important. Just the quality of her service!

But that was under normal conditions, if that could be the right expression for it! With all the service girls that didn't excel beyond the average. There were millions of details ensuring Anne that she had exceeded expectation by a huge load! The way the full thighs still squeezed limply around her cheeks. The small ripples in the lower belly. The discrete hand stroking her damp forehead with caressing fingers. The sound of the purring voice above…. interrupted every now and then by small, recuperative sighs.

A new source of glowing, submissive passion! The mind-blowing heat of the fact that she was nothing – absolutely nobody to this lady - until she had proved otherwise by using all her talents! Her full register! Crushing the arrogant posture of superior endurance and abandoned sophistication. Leaving her completely devastated, down to the core... inside out… skin and all!

And then she was everything! An undisputed talent and sexual power to reckon with, superior in her submissive performance, making an indelible impact on even the most spoiled of mistresses.

Ms. Johnson remained more or less laid back in her seat for another couple of minutes as she tried to catch up with her breathing. Between her legs Anne cared for her sensitive pussy with tender kisses and light patting with a small, soft napkin. Like usual, she felt completely in love with the person she had been allowed to give pleasure, and was more than ready to stay with her for the rest of the evening – or her life, for that matter. Only Rowena's soft call and persistent hand on her right arm brought her out of the transfixed state she was in, and reminded her about her next pleasurable duty.

With her own body and leaking pussy tingling with desire, she carefully moved to switch position, and resolutely crawled in between the welcoming thighs of her stern patron.

Although they had only met a few times, they knew each other so well that their intercourse was a perfectly balanced act of unconditional worship and lusty craving. Tongue gracefully sinking in deep, and being equally hungrily received by the impatiently awaiting and oh-so-loving pleasure channel. Right in… all the way to the bottom! Where it belonged. Like they were designed for each other from the very first moment!

Using this rough style that she knew this lady liked.

And she was not mistaken in what her lady wanted. Those wonderful thighs along her cheeks tensed appreciably, and she joyfully noticed how her mistress breathlessly cut mid- sentence in her admiring remark to her shattered friend. A reaction so impulsive that it made Jill involuntarily burst out in exhausted laughter for a short moment. A very short moment!

She didn't need more than a few seconds to regain her composure though, and with a grumpy look at her friend, Rowena continued enjoying the devoted service and her ice cream desert.

Soon the two ladies were chatting lightly and cosy again, and Anne could concentrate on finding the right level of stimulation for her fabulous dominatrix. She had experience enough to recognize that the cool appearance was hiding a trembling heat that could result in an uncontrolled explosion in no time if she didn't go quite easy on her. No wonder, really, keeping in mind the horny performance she had just witnessed. And the topic of their light conversation.

On the other hand, she clearly enjoyed a rougher and more aggressive touch, so finding the right rhythm and intensity wasn't as straight forward as some might think.

Jill sighed. "You're definitely right about these girls being exceptionally good! Much better than what I've experienced even with my favourite Cindy from the Lioness Club. I see I'll have to get in touch with your friend to check out things a little better. Ms. Alden, was it? Are all of her service girls as good as this one?"

"Well… I'm probably more honest if I say that I've seen a tremendous progress in performance. Just over the last half-year. It's hard to point a finger at specific details. Maybe you can say that their skills are improving first of all in the mental area. They seem to switch the focus gradually from a horny self- indulgent hunger to a controlled stimulation, more focused on the pleasure of their lady."

Rowena moaned and patted her lips with the napkin.

"I've followed the development with interest lately. I even volunteered for some of the trainee- classes as a client lady. First of all in order to be able to put in a few remarks about my own preferences. With the basic skills they've all developed, this mental aspect is all the more important. It helps making you as a client more receptive to the stimulation. Hornier, straight out! It's amazing how that full service can make you feel! Ohhh…"

Her belly convulsed deliciously as the tongue made a few powerful flicks over the rock hard clit.

"But I have to admit that Anne here is crème de la crème! Actually way ahead of the others! The way she can…. fill you up! Physically and mentally! Make you feel like a real woman… uuugghhhh!

Rowena pushed her desert away. No more wine either. This was just impossible to take much longer. Even for her! If she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself in front of her associate, she would have to concentrate more on controlling her glowing body. The passionate game they had been playing had affected her much more than she thought. In fact, she felt the ecstasy creeping in on her already!

Anne sensed it too. Just a light wiggle with her tongue was enough to send intense ripples up and down the length of the thighs squeezed tightly around her cheeks. The woman was totally in her power. Talk about the tongue being more powerful than the sword!

Jill reached out and caressed Rowena's neck as she saw her breathing getting heavier. Her full tits rose and fell with growing intensity under her deep- cut blouse, making her jacket slip all the way open and wrinkle up in between Anne's arms behind her lower back. She knew exactly the kind of feelings that were racing through that body at the moment.

And Rowena knew she knew. And she recalled what Jean had made a major point out of back in her training classes, that there was nothing wrong about giving oneself over to a service of such superb quality. Nothing wrong at all!

On top of that Jill's understanding caress clearly told her that she could let go. Freely. Joyfully. Without any restraints. Just be a full woman. A free woman!

As Rowena stiffened and squeezed her head backwards against the cushion, it was Jill's turn to use a handful of napkins to try to help stifle the yell of passion. The table shook from the woman's violent trembling as the primitive forces took over and blew her mind empty of everything but the bliss of unparalleled pleasure. The all- consuming orgasm! At exactly the right moment that miraculous tongue had penetrated her right to the bottom, and she felt her pussy clamp down on it as the cramps hit her. With the tongue captured in a crushing grip, she felt the girl squeeze her mouth even harder against her, as the upper lip stimulated the base of her clit with murderously efficient wiggles.

At the moment the love- channel squeeze transformed into wild, milking convulsions, the girl withdrew her tongue to immediately receive several powerful squirts of hot pussy juice. She gulped it down with practised ease as she at the same time managed to maintain the intense rubbing of the clit with her lips. Then the tongue filled her up again! Powerful as a piston. Like only this girl could do it!

Through the haze of sexual delirium she sensed how the girl tightened the grip around her trashing hips. Jill almost strangled her with her napkins in an attempt to stifle the next howl of untamed passion.

She managed somehow, and just a muffed, very strained groan could be heard as she shot another load of juice and piss against the back of Anne's deep throat.

Her hips bounced so wildly that at one point Anne's head hit the table plate from underneath with just enough force for Rowena's glass to be knocked over and the remaining wine spill on the cloth.

That bounce again saved Anne from losing control of her own burning passion. The experience of being able to provide so much pleasure made it almost impossible to stand against the effect of her own run-away hormone levels. Just the slightest kind of stimulation of her own dripping pussy would have made her blow off like a firecracker! For the rest of the evening!!

But she just had to control it, somehow. Stand against it with all her strength! Like a good service- girl should. And she was the best! The best ever !!

The waiter didn't show up until things had calmed down a bit, and Rowena had the chance to at least catch her breath somehow. With his swift and effective movements, he placed a smaller cloth with the same colour over the middle of the table, elegantly covering the wet spot of red wine. And then he dissolved into the air again.

Rowena sighed deeply. She wanted to make another comment on Anne's performance, but was interrupted by her friend.

"This is just amazing. When I'm serviced on a bed or in an ordinary couch, it feels kind of humiliating and degrading, lying there spread eagled and all that. Vulnerable, somehow. Like the weak woman I've been striving hard all my life not to be. I hate that!"

She shook her head with an annoyed expression to underscore the last words.

"This position is much better though, almost perfect, in fact! Especially with an exceptional girl like your Anne! Then you can really say you're on top of things!!"

Rowena nodded as she worked herself a little up in her chair. "Touché! It's all a matter of feeling right. Feeling good!" She laughed wearily. "And let's not forget that we're still completely dry and clean. Just a little bit wrinkled. No worries about getting stained and messy. Not with this polished diamond!"

Rowena sighed and looked down at the beautiful face still buried deeply in her sated pussy. When she whispered her name, Anne's blissfully closed eyes flipped open to meet hers through the curls of the wiry pubic bush.

And when she nodded slightly in her friend's direction, the gorgeous eyes immediately switched over on her.

One single look was enough to know what was wanted from her.

Jill still held a napkin against her pussy, but her hand had started a movement that unmistakably revealed that she needed attention again. In spite of her thunderous orgasm just a little while ago! Simply from the heat of the action!

Anne reluctantly worked her face free of the soaked pussy. She gave the predator- like lips a final kiss before she put one of the napkins over it. Then she looked up at her mistress with a shy smile and a whispering "I love you" before she crawled back in under the table.

A moment later Jill's blissful sigh indicated that she had got in position for another session of heart- melting service.

Then coffee was served.

It was a warm evening, and temperature was high even inside in their hidden alcove. A sheen of perspiration made the ladies' faces and necks glow magically in the flicking light of the candles. The waiter had switched on an almost completely silent fan in the ceiling, but with the heat of the action that didn't seem to make much of a difference so far.

As afternoon turned into late evening, Anne dutifully crawled back and forth between the two overheated ladies, strictly determined to keep on going until they could take no more. To see them satisfied at last. The two of them obviously had had similar dinner arrangements before, and had expected to have their discussion in the relaxed mood they were used to. But again Anne had made a fundamental difference. One to leave a lasting impression… How a perfect service could be provided and experienced.

When they finally lay powerless and exhausted all over their seats, and Anne had been allowed to go to the bathroom to freshen up, they had to laugh as they realized that they actually hadn't touched on their business agenda at all…

The next morning, Ms. Sommers was on the work desk phone. Anne was a little surprised to get a call like this directly from one of the clients. Sitting right here between her colleagues!

But the date that evening was already agreed on, so she expected it to be some kind of practical things about that.

Apparently it was.

"Anne, my dear… I can call you Anne, can't I?"

She sounded a little breathless, like she had been rushing to get to the phone.

"OK. I actually have a request for tonight. As I told you the last time we met, I finished my business here last night, quite successfully, I might add! And I'm calling you to ask if it would be OK with you if I brought along a person very close to me? A very nice girl? If I make sure you get properly introduced?"

Now it was Anne's turn to get a little breathless. For a moment she didn't know what to say or how to say it.

"I know it may be a lot to ask. And of course it's different from what we agreed on earlier. I know! But I actually figured – from the impression I got from our meeting last week - that you would be just the person to handle it. If anybody at all, then you!! And of course I'll be very liberal in terms of any kind of compensation necessary to help you get any arising practical things arranged!"

Anne regained her composure somehow, and took a few deep breaths. Then she almost whispered her response.

"Well… Ms. Sommers… there certainly are no practical problems as such. More that I was totally unprepared!"

She held in for a moment… then decided she had a good reason to be asking.

"Could I ask who this girl is? If I may be so straight forward?"

Now there was a moment of silence at the other end.

"Of course, darling! Why not? It's Lana, my daughter!"