Anne working Overtime

AWO17. – Showdown

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The last reflections of the sunset continued dancing all over the dark surface of Kamachooga Bay. It was an extraordinary silent evening, especially for this time of the year. Nothing to hear of the breakers that normally continued their endless work on the cliffs underneath.

“It’s beautiful,” Catherine murmured as she admired the magnificent view. Her glass was empty again, but Anne decided they had had enough for a while. She could already feel the first shots taking effect.

The woman looked beautiful herself too. The glittering reflections in the water framed her hair in a magical aura of glittering starburst as the mild breeze swept along caressing their hot bodies. She appeared to be completely relaxed now, and Anne congratulated herself with a successful effort on calming her down for the events to come. This definitely was the most difficult case she had been working on so far, and it once again triggered her competitive instinct. If possible at all, she would be the one to break this woman into the enjoyment of first-class oral service. Just the way she had done with so many wonderful ladies before. The challenge was totally different, of course, but that only made it the more interesting. Actually it was a bit strange that she hadn’t faced this situation earlier. After all one shouldn’t expect this city to be so packed with strong, self confident women who could take all of this so easily, just like a piccolo carrying the suitcase to their room! And then getting a five-dollar tip.

So, although she was caught a little bit off-guard by this lady’s almost helpless insecurity, she still had a pretty good idea how to deal with it. How to be the submissive one, and at the same time lead the action. Wasn’t it actually what she had always done? Only now it was much clearer than before; a more obvious thing that she took the action where she wanted it – and needed it.

Gently she lifted one arm to put it over Catherine’s shoulder, and the other to take the hand resting on the marble rail, thus steering her attention away from the intense beauty of the fading sunset. Turning her to face her, she stepped up real close. Close enough for them to share a kiss – if the woman would feel like it. As she carefully let herself in closer, se mobilised all her senses to look for even the slightest sign of rejection. As she noticed an inconspicuous movement in her neck, she immediately held in and swiftly turned both of them around. Then, leading as the most experienced chevalier, she urged her forward with a firm hand on her back - just like the most natural thing - until they were inside the room again. Catherine came along like a mindless puppet, letting herself be guided all the way up to the corner section. Then she came around enough to grab Anne’s hand and show her a place beside her on the couch. Really an impressive show of initiative!

“Ms. Davies, uh… Catherine, I’d love to pour you another drink, and fix some ice. But I do think it would be better to wait a little… uh… if you don’t mind, of course!”

The woman looked at her a little confused; a confusion that immediately transformed to new uncertainty and clearly visible nervousness in her eyes.

“Uh… I mean… It would be good for your senses… I mean… the way you feel when…”

How the hell to put this in a way that wouldn’t be another total scare-off for this helpless pussy!?! She had to fight her feeling of impatient frustration in order to stay firmly by her objective of breaking even this woman into orgasmic crumble!

The two women breathed heavily, tits rising and falling under their tops as they tried to come to terms with the awkwardness of the situation. For a short moment eyes glittered in complete silence as signals of nervousness and passion rushed back and forth between them. Anne knew that once again it was up to her to keep the conversation floating, and she again decided to take on the bold approach. Neck or nothing, as so many times before.

“So, Catherine, you’ve never been with a girl before?”

The woman shrugged and continued keeping up her appearance with a snap answer; “No, never!”

Anne felt an intense desire to scream out her ‘thenwhythehellareyouhere’- point, but managed to stay cool and play the game the best she could from her side as well.

“You know, the time we had together in the introduction room up at Wesner made that quite clear.” She sent her her most relaxing and reassuring look. “Nothing wrong about that. Nothing at all! The only difference between you and any of the other guests is that you’re having your introduction now, and not like fifteen years ago. That is if you still would like to be introduced, of course!”

Before the woman managed to respond in any way, Anne moved a little closer, taking her hands into her own. Then she took a deep breath to overcome some faint signs of nervousness and looked her deep into the eyes.

“You don’t have to answer that yet. Just try to relax. I thought I could tell you a little about how I experience this myself; what’s in it for me.” Anne followed Catherine’s mimic carefully to try to find out how to proceed. “Would that be okay with you?”

The woman had stiffened slightly again as she took her hands, but visibly relaxed as Anne tried to sweet-talk her into the right mood. She had expected a meek nod at most, and was pleased to see Catherine getting grip again;

“Yes, please do! That’s one of the things that really kept me puzzled from the very beginning.”

Anne started talking with a low, almost torpid voice – more like a mumble - rubbing those tensed hands with caressing fingertips as she went along. She used Jean’s words more or less directly, trying to avoid the most lecture-like terms as well as the most elaborate descriptions of  ‘higher unities of passion’ and so on. She found it surprisingly difficult to talk about things she had been doing more or less continuously for almost a year. Until she realised that she actually never did talk about it before. Not really. Jean had done all the talking; Anne had handled the practical part. And there it wasn’t easy to do much talking. So, consequently, it wasn’t possible to entirely avoid using some of her tutor’s terms.

The woman listened breathlessly. Eventually a faint tone of blushing red appeared on her cheeks. Especially when Anne touched in on her desire to please. How that was the essential thing to her. Didn’t she even see an almost unnoticeable tendency of thighs rubbing against each other?

“So, with me it’s all like a kind of keen hunger. Once you’re adapted to the lifestyle, it’s like you can’t live without it. To me a classy woman is like a vintage wine – really; an experience of pleasure just as strong as the pleasure I give by enjoying her.“

Catherine was noticeably flushed as she listened intensively. “And the women; they… uh… experience an orgasm from this? Just like with normal lovemaking?”

Anne felt a flush of resentful anger towards expressions like ‘normal lovemaking.’ What was that supposed to mean? Nothing wrong about what she meant, but there definitely could be other ‘normal’ ways too. Wonderful ‘normal’ ways. This lost woman would soon find out what that could be like.

Instead she managed to put up her sweetest smile; “If not, they’ve been faking it incredibly well, I’d say!” Then she got more serious again as she continued rubbing the agitated woman’s trembling hands. “I’ve had women who had a little trouble relaxing in the beginning. For some it takes som training also on their part to be able to enjoy it properly. And there’s always the question of finding the right way between any partners. After all we’re all different.” She held in for a moment; “But they pretty often seem to have the strongest orgasms when we find that right way!”

Catherine got silent. Now Anne was sure she rubbed her thighs together! Her sweet-talking was taking effect, no doubt about it. But still it would be important to proceed slowly. It would take almost nothing to set her all the way back again.

From this she was almost surprised as the lady all of a sudden looked up and said “You make it sound so exciting. I only wish it could be like that… also for me…”

A clear invitation to go on!

“But of course it is exciting! That’s why they love doing it… why I love doing it too.” She moved slightly closer, close enough to feel her partner’s hot breath as she continued. “And why shouldn’t it be like that also for you?”

The woman’s gaze disappeared behind dropping eyelids. Her body language revealed an intense desire to escape out of the whole situation. Still she remained frozen to the spot. “I… don’t know. It just feels like… I just can’t believe it, somehow.”

“You mean it sounds too good to be true, or something like that?” Anne put her hand on the woman’s shoulder, prepared this time that she would jump lightly to her touch.

“Yes… yes, I think so.”

There was a moment of silence until Anne decided to go on with her bold approach. Gently – as a signal of her intention – she put a light pressure on the hand on her partner’s shoulder. “Why don’t you sit back, and we try to find out? I mean… we go as far as you can do… and that’s it. That’s a promise. Agree?”

No answer. As Anne gradually increased the pressure on her shoulder, the woman resisted obstinately for another moment until she kind of gave way and let herself sink backward until she was half lying against the upholstered back. With that the skirt rucked quite a bit up her thighs, again giving Anne a flash of the beautiful legs hidden under that very unglamorous skirt. As she started stroking the silky skin with gently brushing fingertips, the woman’s body tensed even more and almost inconspicuous ripples betrayed her burgeoning excitement. Was it growing into anticipation or repulse? Would she be able to overcome her inner resistance and let her go all the way? Anne was determined to find out, no matter the outcome.

Carefully, so the woman had plenty of time to know what was coming, she used her stroking finger to work the skirt upwards, gradually baring inch after inch of creamy soft skin. Until she got the first glimpse of delightful, dark curls in the deep shadow underneath.

She chose to try to maintain the eye-contact though, looking but not staring at the face in front of her. Trying to make it an invitation for contact rather than an insistence. The woman made a few helpless attempts, but wasn’t able to lift her eyelids enough to meet her eyes. Instead Anne used the opportunity to admire more of the luscious body that her stroking hands were baring.

Ms. Davis was an extraordinary sexy woman! So incredibly much more than her completely colourless dressing signalled. And so contradictory to the stiff, tensed appearance and the apparent helplessness in intimate contact with other people. The shape of those silky thighs was right out breath taking. Sprouting voraciously out from under the skirt, and continuing down along elegantly curved calves and ankles that completed the image of something that to Anne was nothing but nearly flawless mature beauty. And as the exceptionally delicate pussy eventually appeared from out of the recess under the skirt, she felt her heart starting to race in a way that left her almost breathless. The pussy lips were full, soft and incredibly pouting, practically screaming for contact with a pair of enthusiastically kissing lips. The slit looked exceptionally long and juicy, surrounded with a well-trimmed stripe of luscious curls that emphasized all the cringes and crannies of the whole delightful scenery. It all gave Anne the feeling of something different. Something else than what she had seen before. Something she couldn’t quite point out. Maybe more delightful than all other delights she had seen and kissed so far?

The lady had noticed that her most secret place was on clear display, and she stiffened even more, making Anne stop in mid-motion in her move to spread those lovely thighs a bit more. This should be done with uppermost gentleness and patience. Not one single bad move to spoil her efforts to overcome the woman’s helpless nervousness.

Taking a short break to prepare the terrified lady, she then let herself slip ever so slowly down on the floor in front of the couch. Then waited another minute or so, just stroking the soft skin gently, before she bent down to plant a light, soft kiss right above one elegant knee-cap.

The reaction was slightly more convivial than anticipated, and Anne continued with renewed confidence, still remembering to control her burning impatience. Slowly she worked herself upwards, making a moist trail up along the thigh, and then over on the inside, homing in on the ultimate target, hoping to be welcomed in to the familiarity of warm, moist pussy even on this strange occasion.

And then they were there! She could feel the lips of her damp vulva kissing her back as she moved in to really embrace it with her own lips. She knew she still had to move carefully though, and stopped for a moment to let the enormity of the moment sink in.

Then, just as she moved to go a tiny step further, the lightning struck! Without warning – not even a single tremble or a hint of an evasive movement – the woman scrambled back up and literarily jumped to her feet. Suddenly she stood over her with the dishevelled hair covering most of her face, staring at her with a wild expression in her eyes. As Anne struggled to get to her feet too, Catherine backed away as though she should be facing the devil in person – still without uttering a single word. Her trembling hands opened and closed, clearly showing off her almost uncontrollable rage. Then her eyes suddenly overflowed, and she threw herself sideways down on the couch as she started crying almost hysterically.

For a moment Anne felt like getting down to try comforting her, but then she found it wiser to just get lost immediately and leave the woman to sort out her feelings alone. As the sobbing grew into despondent howls, she picked up a card with the number to her cell phone from her purse and put it on the table beside her. Then, without making a single sound, she got her jacked and sneaked out. There was nothing she could do by hanging around there anyway. Nobody but Catherine herself could figure out how to handle this emotional havoc; if she could go along with it at all.

-  -  -

Anne was a little nervous, and she almost jumped on her chair as Jean swept into her office the next morning. She was positive she already knew about her and Carol’s ‘defection’, and was quite unsure about what to expect keeping in mind what Carol had told her. Jean was the boss, and Alison had to report to her also about these things, whether she wanted or not.

She thought she could see som hint of read in her cheeks, but that was all. She was almost friendlier than usual, singing a cheerful ‘hello’ as she entered. Still Anne thought she could see this ‘something’ in those beautiful green eyes, or was it just her imagination?

The woman then disappeared into her own office, leaving a pretty gloomy air behind her. Anne started typing almost frantically. She was just finishing the short note on the progress with Ms. Davies, saying in plain words how unsuccessful their first meeting had been. She was just about to hit the ‘send’- button as Jean came in again. Resolutely she strode over to sit down on the edge of her desk, still with this overly friendly expression on her face. But her body language clearly revealed other emotions roaming around right under that façade of relaxed confidence.

“I heard you had another meeting with Ms. Davies” she smiled, picking up a cigarette from her purse. As she went on to light it, Anne noticed an almost inconspicuous shudder on her hand.

“Whatever you feel about it, just forget it. I knew from the talk we had that she was very unsure about the whole thing.” She blew a thin haze of smoke up in front of the tip of her nose. “I should have been more clear about it to you. You’ve been able to break the ice immediately with all the other clients I’ve been giving you, so I kind of got used to it. I mean – got used to you handling everything perfectly; just like that!”

Anne’s heart pounded. She suddenly realized she had never seen her boss smoke before! Never ever. She even recalled her total denunciation of it as the public health worker she had been when they met back in her school. And there she was, holding her cigarette between lightly trembling fingers as she sat there on her desk. In addition she discovered she had problems capturing those otherwise so intense and penetrative green eyes. They fluttered back and forth, over her hands, along the tranquil wisp of smoke, somewhere up on the wall behind her; anywhere but right at her! Not the slightest hint of that usually so piercing green glance. Nothing.

And that was not all. The gloomy air had followed her into the office, and felt almost like a freezing draft around her. She wore her favourite perfume like usual, and the scent of it was as intoxicating as ever. But still something was disturbingly different.

It rolled in all over her as the conversation slowly faded, and a kind of embarrassing silence started roaring in her ears. All of a sudden it was like she had hardly ever known that woman at all! As though she was a total stranger. In the course of everyday work and training, they had drifted apart in a way, mentally as well as physically. Anne had had a growing understanding of Jean’s obsession with the pecuniary-part of it all, and somehow she had led herself to believe that she could live with that, even though her focus was entirely on the personal – or rather emotional - level. Actually she couldn’t care less about what kind of money it brought, just as long as she felt so tingling happy about what she was doing. Of course the money was good, and she had no reason to complain, although she knew that Jean and Pam Vasquez, and possibly Carol, kept the big bucks for themselves. Like any contemporary manager would do.

The fact that their interests drifted apart so much was something that Anne had taken as part of Jean’s dominating nature. As such it didn’t ring the alarm bells at all. And now, all of a sudden, it almost seemed like the gap between them was way too big ever to overcome. Totally unbridgeable. A wedge permanently parting them like they had never been anything but some briefly acquainted strangers. Had she just been using her all along? Had that been her cold-witted scheme all since the first time they met? And had it never been any more to it than that? For her?

The painful thoughts almost made her crumble. She felt her entire body getting uncomfortably covered with a thin layer of sweat as she sat there unsuccessfully looking for a relieving eye-contact.

Then, all of a sudden, the green eyes shot at her again, and the woman got to her feet as she reached out to grab Anne’s hands. “Anne… come with me! Please come with me right away. I need you! I need you bad!!”

The girl was almost torn out of her chair and tipped precariously along into the hallway as the woman lead her briskly by the hand. All the way down to her office – and into it. Right inside the door she felt a hand on her shoulder peremptorily urging her down on her knees. Into the worshipping position that always used to feel so magnificently great. So entirely magical.

There was a frenzied ruffle of skirt-folds and nylons, until her head was grasped by unrelenting hands and hauled into the damp nest between the strong legs. The brazen voracity with which her mouth was possessed stunned her completely. So much that she needed a moment to get grip and open her mouth as the demanding pussy pressed against her lips to take possession of her. The voracious tug in her hair almost drove tears to her eyes before she was able to get her tongue working on the budding clitoral shaft audaciously demanding her full attention.

It was a ride like none she had ever had before. Her mistress gasped hoarsely and went down in a low crouch over her as she kept up the sturdy pressure on the dark head. As she slowly sank backward to lean against the wall, her skirt flipped down to cover most of Anne’s head, making a dark and luscious haven out of her delightful location of labour. The fervour with which the soaked slit squeezed and pumped against her mouth was almost frightening, and for a split second she felt a surge of panic shoot through her chest. But then she went back to concentrate on using her tongue the best she could, and even try to get some air through her flaring nostrils as the pussy kept mashing itself wetly over it.

Jean came as violently as she rode, crying out as she shot a copious spurt of pussy juice into Anne’s hard working mouth. Her legs trembled so hard it rocked Anne’s entire body, and then they suddenly gave way and the woman slid powerlessly down along the wall to collapse in a heap on the floor. Anne hung on grimly, still drinking down the seeping juices, still working her tongue in an expertly declining rhythm in order to make the pleasure as optimal as possible – like she always did. It was after all the same old wonderful pussy. The same precious elixir that she had learned to love and appreciate so dearly over the last year. That taste that only Jean could give her. The taste that represented such tremendous levels of delightful submission and servitude.

“Anne… uh…”

“Mmmmm…?”

“I  – I … want to…” Her voice faded again, and she was silent for a moment.

Then, suddenly, Jean pushed her face brutally out of her warm haven and worked herself up and got to her feet. As she straightened her skirt and briefly checked on her hairstyle, she didn’t even look Anne’s way at all. She left without saying a word, as arrogantly as ever, leaving Anne behind on the floor with nothing but that sorely missed taste on her lips.

Still pretty dizzy from the brutal assault, she got up and found a napkin in Jean’s special desk drawer. As she wiped her face and freshened up the best she could, she had to fight to hold her tears back. Se was so utterly confused. So totally out of grip with the way things had turned these last few days. And how on earth could it be that she didn’t understand and prepare at least a little bit for something like this. After all she had sensed beyond any reasonable doubt that the situation was escalating uncontrollably. And of course she would find herself in the middle of it. Of course! How could she think that she wouldn’t?

Fuck!!

She slammed her hand onto the desktop in front of her as tears blurred her vision. The pain in her palm made her crouch and groan through clenched teeth, fuelling her rage even more. Although she knew she had no reason to be angry. She knew exactly what the situation was. She had been so stupid and so naive that she deserved every last minute of it.

Alison looked like a living question mark as she came out to the reception area.

“What on earth is wrong with Ms. Alden,” she asked with nervous eyes. “ She looked almost crazy as she ran out the door.”

“I – uh don’t know…” Anne didn’t feel like talking about this with anybody. At least not some quite naïve soul like this one. Or maybe she should be asking herself who’s talking?

Where was Carol? Had she been exposed to Jean’s labile behaviour too? Anne suddenly got an almost motherly protective concern about her. Hadn’t she opened up completely to her after all? Exposed all her inner weaknesses to someone actually posing the role as her devoted and subordinated service girl. True enough it wasn’t all voluntarily, but she still had given her the insight. Nobody forced her to say a word.

Alison told her she could be found in the reception room with a client. Anne went to have a look, and found her sitting over a cup of coffee with Mary Roberts. She took it that they were busy, and turned to leave, but then Carol spotted her out of the corner of her eye, and waved at her to come and join them. Anne went in a little hesitant. She hadn’t seen Mary for a while, and didn’t quite know how she had come along in her relationship with Jean either. As a supportive instructor, she had enjoyed a lot of ‘freebies’, but since she hadn’t been around for a while, Anne suspected that she had been cut back as well. Could that be the reason why she had tried to connect with Carol? 

From the strange look at Mary’s face, she noticed that she had probably showed up at an awkward moment, after all, although Carol – always the professional also in smoothing things over – expertly and apparently undisturbed immediately switched the conversation to something else. It was done so well that it normally would have passed without a notice. But this time her senses were on alert, and she did feel the slight tension in the air. Apparently there were intrigues developing in all directions around her. It was about time she started paying attention to what went on around her. Once and for all.

And once she was at it, she also noticed that she was probably even called in for a purpose. Mary quickly got uneasy, and soon found a reason to be going. Anne knew it right away. Even now she was being used, although this time it was just for getting rid of a troublesome visitor. She did her best to swallow her pride though, and couldn’t help thinking back on all the delightful moments she’d had with Mary. And – most important of all – the woman had been her first. The first lady to ever orgasm on her skilled tongue. Nothing could take that away from them!

-  -  -

After Mary had left, the two of them sat silently for a moment, looking each other stiffly in the eyes. Anne felt this typical uncertainty of lately, emotions flowing between love, disregard – almost a touch of spurn – compassion, pity and awe. The woman’s beauty was as prominent as ever, still brutally violating all of Anne’s emotional levels with its raw magnetism and unstinting aura of dominant craving. Once again she felt a growing unrest, mixed with some strange kind of embarrassment, until finally the spellbinding face broke up into that warm and comforting smile that could melt any resistance one should feel about anything on this lady’s mind.

“Your place at eight tonight?”

“Uh… yes… Yes, Carol!”

She got to her feet and kissed her passionately, then breezed off to return to her office, leaving Anne with a thumping heart and a passionate lump in her throat. How could anybody in this world ever resist something like that? Especially now, as she seemed to be returning more and more back to her old self?

Normally Carol would have asked her to come to her place, but she apparently wasn’t alone this afternoon. Anne had found out that she had a young girl for house-keeping and looking after her children, but it was clear to her that her services didn’t go beyond that. And if they hadn’t by now, they never would. But the lady was smart enough not to jeopardize the good care and upbringing of her children because of her own sexual desires. That’s why Anne suspected she never even tried to get herself a girl with a broader contract.

-  -  -

“I noticed that something was bothering you when you came to me back in the office today. Do you want to talk about it?”

Carol put her cup down and looked at Anne with this incredibly sensuous smile of hers. The kind of smile that brought her ‘old’ feeling to this incredible lady welling up again. A feeling of love and awe captured by the twinkle in those magnificent eyes. Although they now reflected a well-hidden touch of unease. Still Anne was almost stunned by this new-acquired confidence Carol sported - all of a sudden. Had she been able to make some kind of settlement with Jean? Or didn’t she still understand how serious her stance in the organisation actually was?

When there was no immediate response, Carol quickly switched to something else. Something much better in Anne’s mind. With a broad smile she leaned back to lift her skirt and spread her legs, displaying a neatly trimmed pubic bush that made Anne shudder from desire.

“I had my hair trimmed in a new way today. Like it?” She smiled even broader, still with an imperceptible twinkle of nervousness in the corner of her eye. “Mary brought a potential service girl that she had got to know just by chance, and I interviewed her for a possible introduction to our program.” She graciously spread her thighs all the way, letting a finger caress the length of her alluringly opening slit.

“I don’t know though… She didn’t even get me off after more than half an hour of clumsy efforts.” Her smile went over into a light chuckle. “Boy did I miss you after that half hour!”

That was all the invitation Anne needed to fall down on her knees. She had been a bit worried that Carol would be there just to talk, although that would have been comforting as well. But she found that the more turbulent things got emotionally, the more she needed the comfort, safety and serenity of a pair of wonderful thighs around her cheeks. She wish she could say she would want it to be Carol’s thighs - or Jean’s – or anyone’s thighs in particular. But the truth was, no matter how she tried to get around it, that it could be any thighs, just as long as they gave her the feeling of piece and consolation that she so desperately needed these days.

Still, it felt more wonderful than ever to feel Carol’s magnificent thighs closing in around her reddening cheeks as she resolutely set to work on her favourite task. The fundamental task that gave meaning to her life. And made her existence a timeless float of bliss. And as she joyfully started her special deep penetrative thrusts, she joyfully felt the finger grasp frenziedly into her scalp to urge her on to even higher efforts.

And she delivered her best efforts ever! Her tongue found a relentlessly powerful pattern of sweeps and thrusts that had her mistress shaking like a leaf in a matter of minutes. She started leaking generous quantities of her special mixture of sticky juices and tangy urine even before her belly started convulsing wildly.

When her orgasm hit, Anne’s head was clamped harder in a crushing grip of thighs and hands than she ever experienced before, holding her mercilessly in position to drink down the flood of passion that signified her ultimate success as the best service girl the world had ever seen.

The first cum just seemed like an appetizer for more, and soon they were over on the bed, Racing through two more mind-skewing blowouts in just a few minutes.

Finally Carol’s body started relaxing, and a deep, almost lamenting sigh signalled the decent into the deep, immersing darkness of an almost unconscious state of bliss. A satisfaction only Anne could provide. Wonderful Anne with her incredible mouth and tongue.

As Usual Anne found the perfect level of stimulation of the over-sensitive vagina all the way down through the windy path of the lady’s dawdling let-down. The deep moans and breathless whispers of her name made her almost crazy with submissive desire. So much she felt a wild desire to bury her face deep in between the perfect globes of her ass-cheeks and suffocate a thousand deaths in order to provide another ripple of pleasure in the fabulous body and mind of her wonderful mistress! Just one more impulse of pleasure…

Carol continued sighing deeply. Then, all of a sudden, she gasped. Very sort and sharp. And then her body shuddered. Almost as if she would be approaching another orgasm. Which was quite impossible considering the state of afterglow had been lulled into. A short look up through the luxuriant bush made Anne stiffen too.

The beautiful face looked terrified! Her eyes transfixed in sheer horror at something behind Anne to the right.

With a crash a clip of keys landed on the little night table beside them. As Anne worked herself up from between Carol’s legs, Jean’s furious profile came into view, her face contorted in a grimace of fuming rage beyond anything she had ever seen before. She looked almost wild. Wild in a way more frightening than anything she could possibly imagine. Suddenly the grey-green eyes flashed directly at her, and for a moment she was sure she was dead. More than dead! Ice-cold fear transformed into a kind of laming dark numbness; almost a kind of hopeless emptiness, draining her totally of any kind of energy even to face the raging gaze. And leaving her completely incapable of any kind of movement.

Maybe that was the way a waterhole prey felt the last split second before it was killed by its predator? It couldn’t be far off, for sure. Or maybe it was a kind of dual reaction? An emptiness springing from the fact that at that moment she knew she had no feelings left for Jean Alden. Only fear, hopelessness and this terrible emptiness. And even some kind of an awakening rage on her own part.

It was clear Jean had been watching them for a while, probably waiting until they had been lulled gently into the sweet sensations of afterglow. Now was the time to deliver the fatal blow.

“You forgot I still have a key to the flat” she sneered, her voice shaking as her eyes went from one to the other. “My flat!”

Carol had remained in the same position, lewdly spread right in front of Anne’s flushed face. A few strands of saliva, now getting uncomfortably cold and slimy, still stretched from her saturated pussy over to the girl’s lips. Anne clumsily wiped most of it off with the back of her hand as she worked herself over to the side, more as some kind of reflex self-protection move than anything else. Because from this position she was even more exposed to the infuriated gaze.

Then Jean’s eyes fell on Carol. The lady seemed to come around with a jerk, and brought her legs together in a move so abrupt a powerful calf rasped painfully across Anne’s head. She moved to sit up as she instinctively tugged the edge of her skirt in a futile effort to cover up.

Jean’s eyes narrowed into tiny cracks. “You bitch,” she yelled. Her right arm made a meticulous swing and landed the flat of her hand into Carol’s face with a terrifying slap. The woman’s head wrenched over sideward, and she fell stiffly back on the bed.

With a wild shriek Jean jumped down at her, aiming for her friend’s face and hair with razor-sharp nails. She landed so heavily that the suspensions threw them both back up again, sending them tumbling over the bedside and crashing into the closet door behind it in a dishevelled heap of waving arms and legs, and with an almost deafening crashing and rumbling. A shoe flew in an arch through the air and almost hit Anne’s head as she stood completely awe-struck by the outrageous sight.

The girl still was unable to move a muscle. Stiff as a log she stood, nailed to the floor, heart pounding wildly, not having the slightest idea what to do. All kind of thoughts raced through her mind in an chaotic blur. Should she try to rescue Carol somehow? Or help Jean pin her down? Try to get back on the horse with her once mistress of all times? And who was she to ever think that her physical presence would make any more of a difference than her mental? Even on those terms she was fundamentally inferior, a mouse between giants.

The screaming and sounds of slaps and thuds filled her ears and made her crazy. Just like the visual effect of the arms and legs kicking wildly around as the bed was knocked out of position and pushed creakingly out across the floor against her. As the night table went over crashed to the floor, she could see a panty-covered behind rising above the mattress as one of them crawled over for a new attack. In a split second, the image of the white, lacy crotch digging in between fat pussy lips and blatantly baring the whole mighty crack froze in her mind, releasing a surge of passion somewhere deep in her stinging belly. Then it went out of sight as a terrifying flat-handed slap released another wild scream from down there.

Anne escaped. Shame and desperation burning in her cheeks. Out the door and down the stairs. Out into the cool darkness of the evening, tears flowing from her eyes so she could hardly see anything in front of her. She ran at least two blocks before she even realized that she was barefoot except for the nylons she had on. They were already destroyed, and on one foot it already lay like a wrinkled crease around her ankle.

She stopped and leaned to a lamppost as she struggled to catch up with her breathing. Her hair hung in wild, sweaty tresses down her head and into her face. An older couple looked at her with a shocked expression on their faces. As the man carefully approached her to ask if she was all right, she abruptly turned and started walking stiffly back the way she came. The last thing she needed right now was someone who should try to understand something that couldn’t be understood at all. Not in a world outside the paradise she’d been living in up until recently.

Even though the evening was quite warm, the concrete sidewalk was quite cold under her feet, and she knew she had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run to. Not just yet, anyway.

How could she be so stupid? The thought came back to her over and over again. How could she base her life on a thing like this, thinking that everything would be all right on the long run in such a love-drenched environment? With so many strong and powerful women fighting for the supremacy of the right to her talents? How could she be so incredibly stupid??

She found a suitable place to sit on a service door housing beside the stairs of the building opposite to her flat. Huskily she crept together in the deep shadow of the stairs as she started to observe the door to her own flat. The tears of desperation were slowly drying on her cheeks, adding to the mental chill she felt creeping in over her faster than the physical one.

Suddenly she saw Jean half running down the stairs and jumping in to a car parked some 50 yards up the street. She took off with screaming tyres, and was off in a cloud of dust and burnt rubber. As the sound of her engine faded away, Anne shifted her attention back to her flat and looked and listened intensively for any sigh of life. Anything at all.

The curtain swirled lightly in a gentle wisp in the window she normally kept open. That told her nothing. She waited a couple of agonizing minutes, hoping for at least a tiny signal that Carol was alive and well in there. Just the thought made her numb and she felt the panic as a tight squeeze on her throat; What if Jean had… ? No! It couldn’t be! It just couldn’t be something like that. Not like that! Not in her wonderful world of love and passion and dedication to serve. It just couldn’t.

She jumped to her feet and ran across the street and up the front stairs. In the hallway inside she stopped, and walked the stairs slowly as she continued listening for any sounds. Her heart thumped like a piston as she gazed around the bend. She saw the door to her flat slightly ajar, with light seeping gently out into the hallway… Like someone would hold it open to wish her welcome…

Carol was sitting at the kitchen sink with a glass of water in her hand. Completely sunk together. She was bleeding from several cuts and bruises in her face, and there was a small, read pool on the floor under her. As she heard the creaking of Anne’s footstep, her head flow up with a hysterical expression on her face. She looked so terrible, so incredibly mistreated that Anne backed up instinctively. Then she stood like nailed to the floor. In a flash a picture of some kind of a medieval witch flew across her mind. That’s how bad she looked. When she understood who it was, she sank together again… and started sobbing hysterically.

Unable to think of anything else to do, Anne got down on her knees beside her and tried to comfort her - somehow. As she put her hand over her shoulder, the woman jumped slightly. Then her body crumpled stiffly, and suddenly she threw herself forward and vomited into the sink with a terrible gurgling sound. The cramp-like reflexes were so powerful that some of it almost gushed back up as the woman screamed in intense agony. A scream so very different from those other ones Anne had heard and cherished so often.

Anne felt an intense urge to run off again. Just get the away from everything. Even more so as she slipped in the pile of blood on the floor as she bent over to try to help the best she could.

As she got on with taking care of the poor woman, her thought once again drifted back to her own situation. What on earth should she do? Without thinking properly through it, she had actually put all her eggs in one basket by leaving her part-time job at the insurance company. Obviously – if she should try to be reasonable - it wasn’t possible anyway, The way she had to come along on business and vacations trips with her clients it was an impossible call no matter what. Still, she should have tried to look for different options to try to maintain at least a certain degree – or rather a small chance – of independence. Now it all seemed to be too late. Lost case.

With Carol finally bandaged and asleep on her bed, she got to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up somehow. But as soon as she got inside, she fell against the wall and slipped down on the floor powerlessly as the tears pressed on. She let them flow freely as she emptied her mind of everything, just letting the tireless traffic of time pass by as she sat there doing absolutely nothing. What was there to do at a moment like this anyway? At least nothing that could change anything of what had just happened. Nothing that could bring her back and give her a fresh start, all over again. A start where she would be smart enough to interfere with the way of things before it got out of hand so totally as it had done now. Nothing. No fuckin’ nothing!!

She sat like that for a long time, her mind just a black hole of the same, endless nothing. Then, all of a sudden her cell phone rang. Anne almost crawled over to the chair to get it.

“Anne?”

Yes?” Anne wasn’t able to recognise the trembling voice. She blinked to get the tears out of her eyes, trying her best to focus on the unclear voice.

“Anne, It’s me, Catherine. Can we talk?”