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   Scandalous

   by Stephanie Rose

   (Can a leopard ever change her spots?)

   ~~~

   "Oh God, Kira!  Kira, please!  Please don't stop!"

   Kira Summers grinned as she pressed her soft lips to her lover's thick,
dark nipples.  She groaned as she drew the stiff peak into her mouth.

   The Monday morning Miami sunrise sent warm rays through Melinda's
bedroom window, illuminating her body in a soft, erotic glow.  Kira smiled
at the contrast between the warm sunlight and Melinda's dark mocha skin.

   "Oooh, Melinda!  You taste so good, honey," Kira whispered against the
heated flesh.  "So sweet and so good." She sucked hard on the chocolate
nipples, alternating from one to the other, as Melinda rocked underneath
her.

   Melinda Buchanan twisted on the bed and ran her hands through her thick,
black tresses.  Her soft moans filled the room and she gripped her hair
tightly as her body undulated back and forth.  Resting on her queen-sized
bed, she squirmed under Kira's oral ministrations until the sheets tangled
beneath her into an erotic disarray.

   Nestled comfortably in Melinda's luxurious bedroom, the women embraced
each other as their passions ignited and quickly began to intensify.  Their
nude bodies drew heat from each other as their lovemaking grew more
passionate.  Kira pressed her golden-brown body even tighter against
Melinda's as she sucked harder on each rich, brown nipple.  She swirled her
tongue around the erect flesh and savored the delicious taste of Melinda's
thick, sweet, dark chocolate skin.

   "You like that baby?" Kira whispered, her tongue dancing around
Melinda's taut peak.

   "Yes, honey, yes," Melinda sighed.  "Don't stop, baby!"

   Kira smiled as she licked and teased Melinda's breasts, laving her
luscious skin, until she decided that she needed even more.  She slid her
body lower and trailed soft kisses underneath Melinda's full breasts and
down her stomach.  She nipped Melinda's stomach with her teeth, then teased
her belly button with her eager tongue.

   "Ooooh!" Melinda cried.  "That tickles!"

   "It's supposed to," Kira giggled as she licked lower and lower over
Melinda's waist, hips and abdomen, until she reached the smooth, brown skin
at the juncture of Melinda's soft, silky thighs.

   "Oh Kira!  Yesss!" Melinda cried.  "Honey, yes!"

   Kira reached out and used her fingertips to gently skim Melinda's soft
skin.  She traced luscious swirls all over the taut mocha flesh.

   "Ohhh Kira!  Kira, please!"

   As Kira touched even lower, she dipped her finger into the liquid sugar
that began to form at Melinda's core.  All at once, Melinda's erotic scent
filled Kira's nostrils.

   "Mmmm," Kira whispered.  "Can I have a taste?"

   Melinda felt Kira's breath dangerously close to her soft, wet passionate
core.  "Oh yes," Melinda pleaded.  "Please!"

   Kira slid her finger into her wanting mouth.  "Mmmm," she sighed.  Then
she leaned down and took a teasingly soft lick of Melinda's sweet nectar.
"Mmmm!  Tasty!" She took another long lick.

   "Ohhhh," Melinda groaned as her back arched and her hips rose,
desperately trying to get more of Kira's eager tongue.  "More!"

   Kira licked again.  And again.  Soon, Kira's tongue was swirling all
over and into the sweetness of Melinda's wet pussy.  She licked and teased
the smooth skin as Melinda squirmed in delight.

   "Oh God!" Melinda cried as her hips began to roll all over her satin
sheets.  "Kira, please!  Faster, baby!"

   Melinda's warm, sugary nectar began to flow more copiously, bathing
Kira's lips and chin.  At Melinda's urging, Kira dipped even deeper,
lapping up Melinda's more of the honeyed wetness.

   "You taste so good, honey," Kira moaned into Melinda's pussy.

   As Kira slurped on the sticky-sweet wetness, Melinda reached up and
cupped her breasts, rolling her thumbs over her rich, dark nipples.  She
squeezed and pinched the hardened flesh, adding to her intense passion. 
"Oh God, Kira!  Yes!"

   Kira slid her hands underneath Melinda and gripped her full, round ass.
She squeezed Melinda's tight flesh and buried her face even deeper into the
exotic liquid.

   Kira felt Melinda's thighs tightening around her face.  Melinda gripped
the back of Kira's hair and held on tight.  "I'm so close, honey!  Don't
stop!  Please don't stop."

   Melinda rolled her hips even faster, and began to buck hard against
Kira's face.  At the forceful, staccato movements, Kira gripped Melinda's
ass even tighter and licked the pink gem with smooth, tight strokes.

   "Come on, honey," Kira moaned into Melinda's pussy.  "Now, baby!  Cum
for me now!"

   Suddenly, Melinda's entire body jumped.  "Oh Kira!" Melinda cried.  "I'm
cumming!  I'm cumming, baby!  Yessss!"

   Her entire body tensed and Kira was nearly drowned in the erotic wetness
that flowed from Melinda's climaxing pussy.  Kira began to use her fingers
to tease Melinda's clit, matching the sharp movements of her wicked tongue.

   "That's it, baby," Kira urged as her fingers and tongue worked even
faster, "Give me more, honey!"

   "Yesssss!" Melinda wailed as her body continued to ride the waves of the
ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.  Sweat beaded on her overheated skin,
dotting the sheets with her desire.  Her body continued to toss and turn as
Kira kept up the intense pleasure on her swollen pussy.

   Kira continued drinking Melinda's honey until her body stopped quivering
and finally became still.  Kira then crawled up from between Melinda's legs
until they lay face-to-face on the bed.

   Kira placed a quick peck on Melinda's flushed cheek.  "'How was that,
honey?"

   "Wonderful, baby," Melinda sighed.  "As always." She moved closer to
draw Kira into her arms.

   Kira skillfully dodged Melinda's embrace and maneuvered herself out of
Melinda's reach.  "Oh, honey," Kira sighed, "I'd love to cuddle, but you
have to get to work, right?"

   Melinda frowned as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  "'It's
only seven o'clock.  We've got plenty of time."

   No we don't, Kira thought.  She scooted up on the bed until her back
rested against the headboard.  She smoothed out her long, auburn ponytail
and tried a different approach.  "Well, last night you said you had a busy
morning today.  And besides, you know rush hour is hell."

   Melinda's frown deepened as she slowly rose from the bed.  "Yeah, I
guess you're right," she said as she padded across the room nude. 
Melinda's rounded body was a deep, rich chocolate, making Kira's mouth
water all over again.

   Kira watched as Melinda took her creamy white silk robe from the back of
the chaise lounge and wrapped herself in it.

   "Don't worry, baby," Kira said.  "I'll make you some breakfast while
you're in the shower."

   Melinda smiled weakly as she went into the huge, adjoining bathroom. 
"Thanks," she said as she closed the bathroom door.

   Kira sat quietly and listened intently for a few minutes.  Once she
heard the water start running, she went into action.  She jumped out of bed
and padded nude to the other end of Melinda's immense master bedroom.  The
thick, plush carpet tickled the bottom of her feet as she grabbed her
handbag from atop the large antique desk.

   Digging inside of her designer handbag, a gift from Melinda, she fished
out her jeweled cell phone, another gift from Melinda, and dialed quickly,

   After several rings, a soft, feminine voice answered.

   "Hello" she said sleepily.

   "Lexi!" Kira exclaimed.  "Girl, wake up!  You should have been awake by
now!"

   Lexi Chandler yawned into the phone.  "I had a late night, Kira.  By the
way, you should have been there.  The club was jumpin'.  For real."

   "I wish I could have been there," Kira sighed as she held her hand in
front of her and checked her manicure.  "But I was putting in work here
last night."

   "Oh yeah," Lexi chuckled.  "How's your meal ticket?"

   "Dry and boring and needy, as always." Kira walked around the room to
Melinda's vanity table.  "As a matter of fact, I'm trying to get her off to
work now as we speak."

   "Speaking of work, shouldn't you be getting ready to go in yourself?"

   "Girl," Kira said as she opened Melinda's jewelry box and looked inside,
"I called in last night.  I ain't tryin' to be no cashier today!  They'll
get along fine without me."

   "I hear you.  But don't mess around and get fired.  Again."

   "Lexi, I can handle my own affairs, thank you very much." Kira fiddled
around and picked up Melinda's prized soft-pink, princess-cut diamond ring.
Melinda only wore it on special occasions, keeping it safely in the jewelry
box, but Kira had scoped it out some time ago, having had her eyes on it
for quite a while.  "Besides, I was calling to see if you wanted to go
shopping today?"

   "You got her credit card again?" Lexi asked incredulously.

   Kira rolled her eyes as she toyed with the ring.  "I'm gonna get it
before she leaves."

   "You're playing this kinda close, aren't you?  You just took the card
last week."

   "And I'm gonna take it again.  Listen, girl.  I got this.  I'm the one
in this Coral Gables mansion, not you.  I'm the one driving her hot, new
ruby-red Porsche Boxter, not you.  So I know what I'm doing.  As a matter
of fact, you need to be taking notes and following the rules I gave you so
you can get over on some rich, lonely woman too." Kira slid the diamond
ring on her finger and admired the sight.

   "First of all, Kira, I don't appreciate - "

   Kira heard a noise coming from the bathroom and she froze.  "Shhh," she
said.  She placed her hand over the mouthpiece and listened intently.  She
suddenly noticed that the water to the shower had been turned off.

   "Listen, Lexi.  You know I'm just playin'.  But I gotta go.  I'll call
you later, ok?  Ok.  Bye."

   She clicked off the phone, tossed it back into her purse, ran to the
bed, and jumped back in it.  Then she looked at her hand.  "Shit, the
ring." She took the ring off, slid it underneath the covers, sat up against
the ornate headboard and smiled brightly.

   Melinda came out of the bathroom, wrapped in her robe, and went to the
walk-in closet.  She selected a smartly-tailored business suit and a
matching pair of shoes and set them on the bed.  Then she went to her
dresser and selected her bra, panties, garter belt and a pair of stockings.
She looked at Kira carefully, then sat at her vanity table and began to
brush her lengthy, jet-black tresses.

   She quietly pulled her hair into a chic chignon and began to apply her
makeup.  As she applied her lipstick, she looked at Kira's reflection in
the mirror.

   "I don't smell anything cooking, Kira," she said softly.  "You didn't
make me breakfast?"

   "Oh honey, I meant to.  But you wore me out this morning.  It was all I
could do to just lay here and catch my breath."

   Melinda nodded as she finished applying her makeup.  She rose from the
table and quickly slipped into clothes and shoes.  Then she went over to
the full-length gilded mirror and checked her reflection.  She admired the
way the sharp gray suit hugged her full, curvy figure.

   She turned to Kira.  "How do I look, honey?" she smiled.

   "You look great, baby!" Kira said.  Then she frowned as she looked more
closely.  "But you might want to lay off the sweets for a while.  You're
getting a little thick around the middle."

   Melinda lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.

   "I'm actually glad I didn't make you breakfast," Kira said as she
stretched out on the cream-colored satin sheets.  "Why don't you just have
a piece of fruit or something?  Or some yogurt?  Fat free, of course."

   Tears began to form at the corners of Melinda's eyes.  "Kira -"

   Sensing hurt on Melinda's face, Kira slipped out of the bed and went to
stand behind Melinda.  She looked at their reflections in the mirror as she
wrapped her arms around Melinda's waist and drew her in close.

   "Oh, Mimi," Kira sighed, using her nickname for Melinda.  "You know how
important you are to me.  I'm just looking out for your well-being."

   Melinda sighed.  "'Fine.  I'm going to work." She squeezed Kira's hands,
then untangled herself from Kira's grip.  "By the way, are you going to
work today?"

   Kira hesitated.  "Umm...they gave me the day off, so I'm free today."
She watched as Melinda checked her appearance one last time, then walked
out of the room.

   Still nude, Kira followed Melinda downstairs and into the study.  She
watched us Melinda packed up several papers, legal pads and manila folders
into her briefcase.

   "Oh, and honey?" Kira asked.  "I was wondering...could I have the AmEx
today?  I want to pick up a few things."

   "Kira -" Melinda began as she turned to face her lover.  Suddenly
shocked, Melinda gasped at what she saw.

   Kira stood there completely nude, with her hands on her hips.  Her
creamy, golden-brown skin gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the
window.  Kira rubbed and cupped her firm breasts in her hands and used her
thumbs to tease her stiffening nipples.

   As Melinda watched.  Kira began to slide her hand from her breasts down
to the soft, downy hair on the delicate mound between her legs.

   "'Please?" Kira whispered.

   As Melinda backed up against her desk, several papers slid off and onto
the floor, but Melinda never noticed them.  Seemingly in autopilot, she
went to her handbag and pulled out her Black American Express card.

   "Thanks, babe," Kira said as she took the card and twirled it in her
hands.  She looked at the thin piece of plastic wistfully, with almost a
childlike adoration.

   But then she snapped out of it, gave Melinda a dry kiss on the cheek,
and quickly began to rush her out of the room.  "You better get going,"
Kira said.  "You don't want to be late."

   Melinda sighed and shook her head as she grabbed her handbag and
briefcase.  Without a word or a goodbye, she left the study, walked through
the kitchen and out the back door.

   ~~~

   "Alright, everyone.  One, two, three, kick!"

   As the male voice boomed, with sweat beading down her face, Noelle
Douglas struggled through the moves in her new karate class.  As she tried
to keep pace with the instructor, beads of sweat began to form on her rich,
olive skin.  Never wanting to worry about style at such an early hour,
she'd chosen her clothes somewhat haphazardly.  Dressed in a simple, loose
T-shirt and shorts, she was more focused on her fit and trim body in the
middle of this incredibly intense workout.

   "Oh my God," Noelle sighed to the petite woman next to her, as they
worked out in the back row.  "Brynn?  What in the hell are you doing to
me?"

   "Come on, Noelle," Brynn Shepherd whispered, her lean frame kicking hard
and swiftly.  "Get your ass in gear!"

   As she moved, Brynn's diminutive, pecan-brown body glistened with sweat.
Her dark brown hair, cut into long, shaggy, layers, caught all of the wind
of her quick movements.  Ever tomboyish, she was dressed in a black sports
bra and a tiny pair of matching boyshorts.  "Step it up, Sunshine!  This is
for your own good." She glanced at Noelle.  "I want you to be a strong girl
like me," Brynn smirked.

   It was a ritual that every month, Brynn decided upon their exercise
routines.  Being best friends, Brynn made sure that Noelle was pleasantly
surprised at the activity, but at the same time, got an intense and
strenuous workout.  They'd done numerous types of exercises, everything
from aerobics to yoga, and from rock climbing to, now, karate.  However,
one thing remained constant: Brynn made sure that the exercise activity
always began at seven am sharp.

   Meeting so early in the morning was a beast, but not only did it get her
day started off enthusiastically, it kept Noelle in the best shape of her
life.  Despite being a natural beauty, Noelle found that she had to work
hard to keep her hourglass shape.

   "You're supposed to be my best friend," Noelle whispered back as her
long, dark brown hair, secured back off of her face, swished and swayed
around her.  "Why are you doing this to me?  This is torture!"

   "Like I said before, I'm trying to make you a stronger person.  Trying
to make you stop being a doormat for pretty girls," Brynn said as she
glanced at Noelle.  "'Cause you know how you get: you're a sucker for a
pretty face."

   Noelle snorted, irritation flitting in her hazel doe eyes.  "Whatever."

   "Well, stop doing everything for girls without getting anything in
return, and I'll stop messing with you!"

   "Shhh!" the instructor said from the front of the room.  "Absolute
concentration, everyone!"

   "Anyway, just keep up with these kicks for a few more reps," Brynn
whispered.  "Then we can go get pancakes at the Pink Rose Café!"

   Noelle gasped for air as she tried to keep up with the powerful kicks.
"Pancakes?  Are you crazy?"

   Brynn grinned.  "Well, we deserve some kind of treat for working so
hard."

   Noelle sagged as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.  "You're
insane!"

   Brynn shrugged and went back to her power kicks.  "Oh, and remind me to
give you something later.  I have something that just might help you become
more badass!"

   The instructor craned his neck extra-long and glared at them.  "Ladies!"

   When he looked away, Brynn stuck out her tongue.

   Noelle shot an evil look at Brynn.  Brynn replied by sticking out her
tongue again.

   They both suddenly dissolved into giggles and went back to their kicks.

   ~~~

   As soon as Kira heard the back door shut, she ran upstairs to Melinda's
bedroom and began to dial.  As she waited, she lay on the bed, plucked
Melinda's ring from underneath the covers and slid it onto her finger.

   Lexi picked up on the first ring.  "Hello?"

   "Hey girl," Kira panted.  "Sorry about that.  Had to send ol' girl off
to work."

   "Oh, ok." Lexi said.  "Well?"

   "Well what?"

   "Well...  is the mission accomplished?"

   Kira twirled the Black AmEx card in her bejeweled hand.  "You know it!"
she laughed.  "So.  What time will you be ready to go `shop `till we
drop?'" she asked as she headed, still nude, down to the kitchen.

   ~~~

   Melinda sat in her garage, in her new metallic majestic-black
Mercedes-Benz CL600coupe.  She'd told herself that she bought the car as a
gift to herself for winning that $15 million judgment in the Rivera
employment discrimination case.  However, in moments where she was brutally
honest with herself, she admitted that she really bought it because Kira
spent more time in her new Porsche than she did.

   "Why do I put up with her?" Melinda sighed as she gripped the steering
wheel.  "It's been, what, six months now?  Why is she so important to me?"

   Then she smiled wryly.  "Oh yeah, she's the most uninhibited lover I've
ever had.  Damn.  She does things to me like no one else I've ever been
with." Melinda hit the button for the garage door as she rested her head on
the headrest.  "But why should great sex cost so much?"

   As the garage door began to rise, she put the key in the ignition, then
she paused.  "She's playing me for a fool.  I just know she is."

   However, at the thought of Kira's naked body, Melinda began to
reconsider.  "Maybe she really is a good girl.  A girl just down on her
luck."

   Melinda turned the car on and put it into reverse.  "Yeah.  I'll just
give her a little more time to come around," she mused as she put the car
into reverse and began to back out of the garage.

   Just as she reached the end of her driveway, her cell phone rang.  She
put the car into park, reached into her handbag on the passenger's seat and
grabbed the phone.

   "Hello, this is Melinda."

   A deep masculine voice came on the line.  "Hey, Melinda.  This is Kael."
Kael George was a senior associate at Melinda's law firm and worked in the
Corporate Transaction and Finance department.

   "Hey, Kael.  How are you?"

   "Good, Melinda, good.  Listen, do you have those Hamilton documents on
you?  I want to check the changes that you made to the terms of the
contract before I call Mr.  Hamilton this morning.  I would have waited
until you got in, but he wanted me to call him before 9am."

   "Sure, Kael.  They're in my briefcase.  Hold on a sec."

   Melinda cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder as she pulled her
briefcase from in front of the passenger seat.  "Just a sec," she said as
she rifled though the papers in the briefcase.  "Wait.  I don't see them.
Hold on."

   She put the phone down, lifted the briefcase onto her lap and went
through each sheet of paper, but had no luck.  "I looked over those papers
last night," she muttered.  "I was in the study and I had the entire stack
on my desk."

   Then she flashed back to earlier that morning when Kira and she were in
her study.  She suddenly remembered the shack of papers that had slid to
the floor.

   She picked up the phone.  "Hey Kael?  I think I left them in my study.
Actually, I would have forgotten them if you hadn't called.  Anyway, just
hang tight.  I'm going to go back to my study and when I find them, I'll
call you right back, ok?"

   "Ok Melinda.  Thanks.  Bye."

   "Bye." She clicked off the phone and pulled back into the garage, Then
she grabbed her briefcase and went back into the house.

   ~~~

   "Like I told you before, Lexi, it's easy to get someone sprung.  A
little sex, a little flattery and a hellacious body like mine always
works," Kira said as she sipped on a cold glass of orange juice.

   She took the glass, wandered out of the kitchen and into the study. 
"Take Melinda, for example.  "Here she is, owner of her own law firm, but
she's lonely as hell.  Desperate, even!"

   "Kira!" Lexi exclaimed.  "Don't be mean!"

   "Mean?  You want to talk about mean?  This woman is a barracuda in the
courtroom.  I've seen it!  Melinda's a beast when it comes to work.  She's
gotten million-dollar legal judgments just like that!  But for some reason,
she's just so weak and stupid when it comes to relationships.  I mean, let
her tell it, her last girlfriend did her wrong!"

   "And you're not?" Lexi interjected.

   "Me?  Honey, I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor," Kira said as she
took another sip of the cool liquid.  "And I'll have you know that I work
for mines.  For example, I have to keep this woman satisfied night after
night.  I have to get deep in it, know what I'm sayin'?  And to top it all
off?  She's not even that great of a lover!  In fact, she should be paying
me!  Hell, I certainly deserve it!"

   As she continued chatting, Kira cradled the receiver in the crook of her
neck as went back into the kitchen and refilled her glass with more orange
juice.  "See, Lexi, let me fill you in on how to properly seduce a lonely,
desperate, rich woman...," she began as she headed, nude, back upstairs.

   As she left, Kira never noticed Melinda standing inside the kitchen at
the back doorway.

   ~~~

   "Oh my goodness," Noelle panted as she and Brynn sat on the benches in
the women's locker room.  Noelle, fresh out of the shower, was wrapped in a
soft, white plush towel.  "That class was rough!" she said.  "Where did you
find that guy?  What is he, a military operative or something?"

   "I found him on the Internet.  Excuse me, the Innanet," Brynn laughed.
"But you held your own, girlie!  I'm proud of you!"

   Noelle grinned as she stood up and dropped her towel.  Her body was
deliciously nude and her skin still gleamed with drops of moisture.  Light
muscle definition in her arms and legs gave her body a sensuous shape.  Her
olive skin, teased with just a hint of honey brown, was smooth and
blemish-free.  Her soft breasts, capped with light-brown nipples, sat high
and full on her chest.  Her firm legs were long, with slender hips that
sloped into delicate thighs and firm calves.

   Right after the exercise class, she'd let her hair down and cleansed it
underneath the warm spray of the shower.  As such, her lengthy tresses now
fell, long and dark, in silky, damp waves over her shoulders and down her
back.

   As Brynn stared, Noelle carefully dried the last bit of moisture off her
skin, then applied a light coat of a fragrant coconut oil all over her
body. She also sprayed a bit of liquid gold shimmer on her olive skin for
an extra Glam effect.  Then she reached into her locker and slipped into a
skimpy pair of pink panties and a soft-pink, flowy summer dress that
skimmed her lean physique.

   Brynn whistled at Noelle's incredible body.  "I see our exercise classes
are paying off.  You look amazing!"

   Noelle turned around in her direction, then gave a mock curtsey.  "Well,
my best friend just happens to be an exercise beast.  The Marquis de Sade,
herself!  So, I can't help but be in shape!"

   ~~~

   Melinda silently retrieved her documents from her desk in the study and
quietly left through the kitchen and out the back door.  As she reflected
on what she'd just seen, she sat in the driver's seat of her Mercedes-Benz,
scalding-hot tears slipping fast and close down her face.

   Sniffling, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.  She dialed
quickly as she leaned over, reached in the glove compartment and pulled out
a small package of tissue.

   A soft voice answered.  "Melinda Buchanan's office, this is her
secretary, Theresa.  How can I help you?"

   "Hi Theresa?  It's Melinda," she said as she dabbed her eyes with the
tissue.

   "Yes, I caught your cell number, Ms.  Buchanan.  Are you coming in
today? I have a few phone calls - "

   Put those on hold.  I need you to do a few things for me.  It's about
Kira." Melinda took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves.  "I think
I'm finally letting her go." At the words, Melinda began to weep.

   "Hmmph," Theresa said.  "And not a moment too soon.  You know I never
liked that trollop.  I can't understand why a woman as sweet as you -"

   Melinda chuckled as she dried her eyes.  "Hold on, Theresa.  Let me
finish, because we don't have much time.  Turns out, you've been right all
along.  So, yes, it's time to get even."

   She took a deep breath.  "But first, remember that...umm...fixer you
recommended a while ago?  You said he was a good friend of yours?"

   "You mean Khalid?" Theresa asked.

   "Yes, him.  But his name?  Khalid?  Is he African-American?"

   "Actually, his name is Khalid Boutros.  He's Egyptian.  And his
associate is Awan Allam.  They work as a team."

   Melinda nodded.  "Oh, ok.  Wow.  Anyway, are they still available to
help me fix this?"

   "First of all, with all due respect, Melinda, don't ever call them
`fixers.' They're `personal assistants.' Second, I know they're going to
take a new job with Will and Jada, but I'll call and see if they can do a
special project for you."

   Melinda exhaled, finally able to relax.  "Do that.  And try to get them
today.  Now, if possible." She dabbed her eyes again with the tissue, then
settled herself.  "Anyway, here's what I want you to do about Kira..."

   ~~~

   "So how's your latest collection coming along?" Brynn asked as she cut
into a thick stack of rich, buttermilk pancakes.  "Are you making any
headway on getting more paintings done?"

   The ladies were seated comfortably at the Pink Rose Café, a trendy
eatery right on Collins Avenue in South Beach.

   Having chosen a healthier, fresh fruit plate, Noelle bit into a juicy,
ripe strawberry.  "Yes, I am.  It's going well.  Very well.  Actually, I'm
painting up a storm!  I'm making a lot of progress on my new series about
the Four Elements.  I just finished the Fire collection and I'm sketching
ideas for Water.  I'm telling you, Brynn, this series going to be
fantastic! My best work yet!  I'm serious, I'm finally going to be a
successful artist, I just know it!"

   "Sounds great," Brynn said as she gained even more momentum on the
delicious pancakes.

   Noelle smiled.  "Actually, I'm painting now more than ever, thanks to
that fantastic loft and warehouse your dad just found for me." She shook
her head.  "I still can't believe y'all found me such a cool space in right
in Miami Beach.  Miami Beach!  And it overlooks the Biscayne Bay!  I get a
great view of the water and an awesome view of the neon lights of Miami!"

   Brynn stuffed yet another heaping forkful of pancakes in her mouth and
chewed quickly.  "Yeah, it's a great view.  So you've been there a couple
of weeks now.  You really dig the place so far?" she asked over the food.

   "I love it!" Noelle exclaimed.  "I love that I'm on the top floor of a
three-story warehouse.  And I love that I have the building all to myself.
Now, you haven't really seen the place since I moved in, have you?"

   Brynn shook her head.  "I keep meaning to come through, but I've been
crazy busy at the office."

   "Well, I use the bottom floor to display all of my work.  And I just may
turn it into my official showroom.  I use second the floor to store all of
my art supplies and other stuff, and I live on the third floor."

   Noelle paused to take a sip of her still-warm caramel-flavored
cappuccino.  "And I really love how your dad arranged all those
renovations," she continued.  "First, I love that the interior is entirely
made of brick with those pretty cherry wood accents.  And the wood is
polished so beautifully and the brick was laid so well!  And each floor's
got tons of huge, floor-to-ceiling windows where all of the sunlight comes
in.  And the view is sensational!  The water is absolutely beautiful from
first thing in the morning, to late at night.  Then, in my loft, in the
main room itself?  I've got all of that open space!  I set up my easel in
the middle and put my couch and my other living room furniture on one side,
and my dining room set off to the other.

   Noelle was talking so fast, that she had to take a breath.  "And the
kitchen?" she continued, "Fabulous!  I love that dark blue granite on the
countertops!  And the ocean-blue tiled backspash?  Beautiful!  And I can't
believe y'all got that Wolf oven and the Sub Zero fridge!"

   Brynn just smiled.

   "And the bathrooms are incredible!  And thanks for the whirlpool tub in
the master bedroom.  And those bedrooms?" Noelle swooned.  "They're huge! I
use one for myself and I turned the other one into my office." She took a
bite of a ripe piece of melon.  "I swear, Brynn, I absolutely love it!"

   "Great.  Glad you like it.  But you know...that open space?  It's be
good for some bondage training," Brynn winked as she kept eating with a
fast pace.  "You could handcuff some lovely lady to the radiator next to
one of those open windows..."

   Noelle blushed.  "Brynn!"

   "Well, hey.  You need a little spice in your life!  And you could use
some whips and chains too!"

   Noelle shook her head.  "Bondage?  Whips and chains?  No way.  That's
too much."

   Brynn shrugged.  "Alright.  Stay in your boring, vanilla life." Having
scarfed down her pancakes in record time, she set her fork down and leaned
back from the table.

   Though Brynn and Noelle were both twenty-six, Brynn was still a true
sk8ter girl.  Enjoying a well-deserved day off from working in her parent's
commercial real estate office, she was dressed casually in a collection of
layered tank tops, a tight pair of low-rider jeans and graffiti-embellished
sneakers.

   The scant material of her tank tops revealed much of her pecan-brown
skin, which sparkled in the sunlight streaming in from the windows.  Brynn
shook out her shaggy, shoulder-length, razor-edged tresses, then took a
cool drink of her glass of ice water.  "Anyway, I'm glad you like your new
place."

   "I love it.  But really.  Thanks for hooking me up.  I really appreciate
it.  My own place was so cramped.  I barely had room to live, let alone
paint."

   "Well, hey," Brynn smiled, "I've been offering you that place for
months! `Cause on the real?  You needed to get out of that broom closet you
called an apartment.  Plus, what good's my dad being a commercial real
estate developer, if I can't hook my friends up, right?"

   "You always were the lucky one," Noelle said wistfully.  "Your family's
so rich and you always had so much.  And I really did need a bigger place,
but I never, ever wanted to take advantage of you."

   "You're my friend, hon," Brynn said as she reached out and put her hand
on Noelle's.  "What's mine, is yours.  You know that!  We've been friends
way too long for me not to help you when you need it."

   Brynn took a big gulp of her orange juice.  "Anyway, talking about lucky
breaks?  You're the beautiful one," she said.  "I checked you out in the
gym today.  You're absolutely gorgeous!  Your skin?  Your hair?  Your body?
All very hot!  And no one I know looks quite like you.  No one!"

   "Well, you're the rich one," Noelle answered as she motioned toward
Brynn's sleek leather backpack sitting on the chair next to her.  "No one I
know...well...spends like you!  No one!"

   The two friends laughed.  "Actually I just went on a shopping spree last
week, so you got that right," Brynn replied as she stroked the backpack's
supple black leather.  "You got that right!"

   ~~~

   "Come on, Lexi.  Let's go."

   Kira cradled the expensive garments in her hand as she headed toward the
cashier.  Since leaving Melinda's home earlier, she took the Porsche,
picked up Lexi and they were now at the Village of Merrick Park, an upscale
collection of stores in Coral Gables, in Kira's favorite high-end dress
shop.  Between the two of them, they'd spent the better part of the morning
in and out of the fitting rooms.

   Lexi panted as she struggled to keep up.  "Damn, Kira.  Wait!" She
shifted the collection of gowns in her own hands as she tagged behind
Kira's swiftly moving frame."

   "Anything else, ladies?" the saleswoman smirked as she took in the
mounds of expensive outfits in their arms.

   "Yes," Kira snapped.  "Don't forget the clothes we have back behind the
counter.  The ones we chose forty-five minutes ago."

   "Yes, Ma'am." The saleswoman painted on a plastic smile as she retrieved
the second set of items hanging on the back clothing rack.

   Kira turned to Lexi as the saleswoman began ringing up the order.  "See,
Lexi," Kira began, "when you have a generous girlfriend, you won't have to
work either.  You won't have to slave behind a counter tallying up someone
else's bill."

   The saleswoman cut her eyes at Kira, but kept silent as she continued
scanning the exorbitant price tags.

   "Kira, you could be nicer," Lexi warned.

   Kira just rolled her eyes.  "Whatever."

   "Ok, Ma'am," the saleswoman said.  "That'll be $7,809.16, please."

   Kira didn't even blink as she whipped out the black American Express
card and thrust it at her.  She didn't hesitate to wriggle her fingers,
showing off Melinda's ring.  "Here you go, sweetie.  And I was going to add
in a tip, but I really think you need to work on your attitude first."

   "Kira!" Lexi exclaimed "Damn!"

   The saleswoman slid the card through the reader, then she frowned.  She
slid it through again.

   Kira was oblivious as she turned back to her friend.  "Listen, Lexi.  I
reward good service.  I just don't have time for smart-alecky salespeople.
They should know by now -"

   "Umm...Ma'am?" the saleswoman interrupted.  "This card doesn't seem to
be working.  Let me call it in."

   Kira turned back to the saleswoman on the phone.  "Excuse me?"

   The saleswoman held up her hand as she picked up the phone and dialed.
After a brief conversation, she hung up.  "Ma'am?  This card has been
cancelled.  Do you have another card?"

   Kira flushed scarlet red.  "Another card?  I don't understand."

   "According to American Express, Ms.  Buchanan cancelled that account
this morning.  So, again, do you have another card?"

   "Hold on.  I'm calling her now." Kira fished her cell phone out of her
purse and jabbed at the buttons.

   A soft voice answered on the first ring.  "Hello.  Melinda Buchanan's
office.  This is Theresa.  How can I -"

   "Hello?  I need to speak to Melinda!  Now!"

   "Who's calling?

   "You know this is me, Theresa.  Put her on the phone now!"

   "Where are you?"

   "I'm at Merrick Park," Kira snapped.  "The mall in Coral Gables."

   "Which store?"

   "I'm in Cassandra Etienne's Boutique."

   "Where are you parked?"

   Kira's blood began to boil.  "Just get Melinda on the phone!"

   "Where are you parked?" Theresa repeated, her voice calm and even.

   "At the valet, of course."

   "Ok.  Anyway, Melinda has a message for you.  She wants you to just stay
put, but just meet her at the valet booth.  She's on her way."

   "Fine!" Kira clicked off the phone in a huff.  However, all the breath
went out of her as she turned back toward the clerk.

   The saleswoman stood there with a delightful smirk on her face.  "Again,
Ma'am," she clipped, "that'll be $7,809.16.  Do you have another card?"

   ~~~

   At the restaurant, Noelle was finishing up the last of her fruit plate
when Brynn cleared her throat.

   "We're still on for lunch tomorrow, right?  At the Italian Rose?" Brynn
asked, running her hand through her hair, the tousled layers slipping
through her fingers.

   Noelle nodded.  "Right."

   "Good.  And by the way, Noelle, I need your car today."

   "You need the Honda?" Noelle gasped.  "Are you slumming?"

   "No, you hussy.  I need to switch cars," Brynn chuckled.  "You know that
cute stewardess I told you about a few days ago?  We're having our first
lunch date today and I think that a Lamborghini is just too conspicuous for
a first meeting, you know?"

   "Well, that's your fault for being so rich," Noelle teased.

   Brynn laughed.  "Wait till I tell that to my dad.  He'd love hearing
that his lifelong work as Miami's premiere African-American real estate
developer led to his daughter's moral demise."

   Noelle almost spit out her drink from laughing.  "Riiight.  Tell that to
your dad.  I dare you."

   Laughing, Brynn reached into her purse.  "Also, I need another favor."

   Noelle bowed her head in mock reverence.  "Yes, Mistress?"

   Brynn stuck out her tongue as she handed Noelle a tiny receipt.  "But
seriously, I need you to go to Coral Gables.  The Village of Merrick Park.
You know that mall, right?"

   Noelle nodded as she took the slip of paper.  "The open-air one, right?"

   "Right.  Go to the Jimmy Choo store and pick up a gift for my mom.  I'm
going to call ahead and tell them you're coming.  You're picking up two
pairs of shoes and they're already paid for.  Just take this receipt and
they'll give `em to you.  I'd go myself, but I've got that lunch date.  I
want to give Mom the shoes tonight."

   "Sure," Noelle said.  "Just take the jet-black Lamborghini and go to the
Jimmy Choo store and pick up two pairs of insanely expensive shoes. 
Anything else you need?  Want me to stop by the bank, hit the safe deposit
box and pick up a wad of cash while I'm out?  Or take the private jet to
Paris and pick up a late supper?" Noelle said as she dissolved into a pool
of giggles.

   Noelle had been teasing Brynn about her wealth ever since they were
twelve.  That was the year Brynn's parents really benefited from Miami's
booming commercial real estate market.  Once the money started flowing in,
the family moved into a sprawling estate in Bal Harbor and shuttled their
three kids off to boarding school.

   Brynn always returned the favor by teasing Noelle about being such a
striking, natural beauty.  "You're such a smartass," Brynn quipped as she
reached for the bill.  "Don't you have a Top Model photo shoot with Nigel
Barker and Jay Manuel or something?"

   The girls laughed as they silently reaffirmed that no matter the wealth
or the beauty between them, their deep friendship always took top priority.

   ~~~

   Melinda Buchanan's gleaming metallic ruby-red Porsche Boxter sat
majestically in the sparkling Miami sun.  However, its heated interior kept
Kira outside.  She sat on the bench in front of the valet station for a
full thirty minutes, angrily twirling the keys in her hand.

   Lexi, sitting next to her, just kept quiet.

   The tall, dark-complexioned male valet attendant, who'd brought the car
out, just stared at the twosome, shaking his head.  The loud, boisterous
woman asked him to bring the Porsche around, but so far neither woman got
in the car.  The loud woman just sat on the bench fuming, while the quieter
woman sat silently.  The valet attendant went back to work as Kira and Lexi
waited expectantly.

   Suddenly, in an instant, a dark blue sedan pulled into the valet lane.
Two husky men, both in dark blue suits and dark sunglasses, nearly took up
the entire front cabin of the car.

   The car stopped in front of the women and one of the men climbed out of
the passenger's side.  As Kira stared, the dark olive gentleman, still in
his sunglasses, stood to a full 6'5" in height.  Towering in the hot sun,
he walked directly to Kira.

   "Kira Summers?"

   "Yes.  Who are -"

   He removed his sunglasses.  "My name is Khalid.  Ms.  Buchanan's
personal assistant.

   Kira blinked.  She thought the tall man appeared to be Saudi Arabian,
his speech leaned toward his natural Egyptian heritage.  As she looked at
his massive frame, he was not as husky as she once thought.  She found he
was just extremely muscular and fit.  Though she admired his physique, his
new association with Melinda automatically made him an enemy.

   Kira gave him her best steely glare.  "Personal assistant?  She never
had a -"

   "She does now," he said, unfazed.

   Kira shook her head as she looked in the car.  "Where's Melinda? 
Theresa said she'd be here."

   "She's busy.  But she has a message for you.  But first...," he trailed
off as he reached toward her and deftly snatched the car keys from her
hand. "I'll take these." He slid the keys into his pocket.

   Kira exploded.  "Wait!  Those are mine!"

   "Correction.  These are Ms.  Buchanan's." Khalid then motioned to the
man in the car.  "Awan!"

   The second man, Awan Allam, sharing the same heritage and physical build
as Khalid, stepped out of the driver's side of the car, carrying a
briefcase.  He walked to the rear of the sedan and set the briefcase on the
trunk.  Opening the briefcase, he retrieved a manila folder and handed it
to Khalid.

   Khalid reached into the folder, pulled out three sheets of paper and
handed them to the valet attendant.  "Here's the official title to the
automobile, along with a notarized affidavit that I am the legal custodian
of the car until I can return it to the rightful owner, Ms.  Melinda
Buchanan.  The third piece of paper is a copy of my current driver's
license to verify my identity."

   The attendant quickly examined the documents, nodded, then handed them
back to Khalid.  The attendant, an amused grin on his face, glanced at Kira
and shrugged his shoulders.  "Looks official to me.  He gets the car."

   Sparks nearly shot out of Kira's eyes.

   Before she could speak, Khalid again motioned to his companion.  The man
closed the briefcase, set it on the ground, then used the remote on his
keys to pop the trunk.  He quickly began to unload several brown paper bags
and set them on the ground.  He then pulled out two large garbage bags.

   "Here are your clothes and other personal belongings," Khalid said. 
"Melinda had me pack up your things from the house."

   Kira regained her voice.  "What!  First of all, I don't believe that
she's actually kicking me out.  Second, even if she were, I need to get my
own stuff.  How do I know you didn't -"

   "I didn't." Khalid pulled out another sheet of paper and handed it to
Kira.  "Here's a notarized affidavit that I removed your all of your
belongings, that I didn't forget anything and that I didn't take anything
for myself."

   Khalid then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. 
"Here's a message from Melinda.  You'll also find a small payment that
should at least take care of your cab fare home."

   He smoothly put his sunglasses back on and strode to the Porsche.  "Have
a nice day," he said as he slid behind the wheel.  In only a matter of
seconds, he sped off, followed closely by the dark sedan.

   Kira, mouth agape, turned to Lexi.  She ripped open the envelope. 
Inside, she found cash and a single piece of paper.  Her eyes widened as
she counted out a mere, three twenty-dollar bills.  Then, in a husky voice
filled with raw emotion, Kira read the single sentence typed neatly on the
thin piece of paper:

   "Next time, before you brag about taking advantage of a lonely, rich
woman, MAKE SURE SHE'S NOT STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

   Lexi was speechless as she peeked over Kira's shoulder to read the note.
However, looking at Kira's face, she rushed to cover her ears as Kira's
inhuman scream rang out in the parking lot.

   ~~~

   After her lunch with Brynn, Noelle easily maneuvered the sparkling
Lamborghini around Miami, though Coral Gables and straight to the Village
at Merrick Park mall.  As she pulled up to the valet, she heard an ungodly
wailing from a pretty, golden-brown girl.  She actually heard the scream
before she ever saw the woman's face.  Noelle quickly put the car in park,
jumped out and ran over.

   As she approached, Noelle was immediately struck by how attractive the
woman was.

   The fit and trim woman had long, auburn hair that had been tousled and
teased into full, luxurious waves that flowed over her shoulders.  She had
impeccable makeup, complete with gorgeous ruby-red lips.  She wore a
deep-violet designer silk tube top with a pair of black short-shorts. 
Dangerously high heels made the golden-brown woman's rounded ass more pert
and her legs longer and more luscious.

   Standing next to her was a curvier, warm bronze woman, but seemingly
more quiet.

   Quickly she regained her composure.

   Noelle cleared her throat.  "Excuse me, ma'am?  Can I help?"

   ~~~

   Just by chance, Kira saw the jet-black luxury car before she ever saw
the woman inside.

   "Is that a Lamborghini Gallardo?" she whispered.  "Damn!" Noticing the
impeccable detail on the jet-black, high-priced vehicle, she turned up the
dramatics to insure a meeting with its driver.

   "Nooooo!" Kira wailed, thrashing her hands.  "I can't believe this!"

   As if on cue, the tall, slender woman stopped the car and got out,
heading directly for her and Lexi.  Kira noticed the woman's soft pink
sundress with matching sandals and smiled inwardly.

   Ahhh.  A pink sundress?  Kira thought.  She must be demure.  And that's
a good sign.  Probably means she's a pushover.

   "Excuse me, ma'am?  Can I help?" the woman asked as she walked up.

   Kira bawled even harder, her crocodile tears burning her cheeks.  After
a few moments, she finally began to calm down.

   "I'm sorry," Kira sniffed.  It seems as if I don't have a ride." For
extra effect, Kira mustered up a few more tears.

   "What happened?" Noelle asked.

   "Umm...my car...it just got towed.  I'm stranded!"

   Lexi's eyes widened.

   Kira shot a look at Lexi.  When Lexi cowered, Kira turned back to the
woman.  "Actually, we're stranded."

   The pretty woman smiled as she eyed Kira up and down.  "Well, maybe I
can help.  First off, my name is Noelle.  And you are?"

   "Kira," she smiled.  "And this is Lexi.  Thanks for coming to our
rescue."

   "I can definitely help," Noelle said.  "But I have a few things to do
first.  So why don't you both come with me?"

   ~~~

   Kira and Lexi followed Noelle as she led the ladies into the mall.  "I
just have to run an errand real quick," Noelle said.

   Seeing that Noelle was heading straight for the Jimmy Choo store, Kira
shot a glance at Lexi.

   "What the hell?  Jimmy Choo's?" Kira whispered.

   Entering the exclusive store, Kira watched as Noelle walked right up to
the counter, reached into her purse and handed the clerk her receipt.  "Hi
there.  I'm here to pick these up, please?"

   The clerk glanced at the receipt.  "Oh yes, Ms.  Douglas.  We've been
expecting you."

   Kira smirked at Lexi.

   "I'll be right back," the clerk said as she headed into the back room.

   A few moments later, the clerk returned with two elegant boxes.  She sat
them on the counter.  She opened up each box and showed the shoes to
Noelle. After Noelle inspected each pair, she nodded.

   Kira didn't miss an opportunity to peek at the shoes.  "Damn!" she said
under her breath.  "She's got the new fall collection already?  Those are
the new metallic leather sandals!  The new Leroys and the new Lexings!"

   The clerk then put the shoes back into the boxes, slid them into an
exquisitely designed bag and handed it to Noelle.  "Thanks for coming," the
clerk said with a warm smile.  "Please come again."

   "Thanks a lot," Noelle said.  She turned to Kira and Lexi.  "Ok, ladies.
I'm ready to go."

   Kira began to salivate even before they left the store.

   ~~~

   Thirty minutes later, Noelle pulled up to the curb in front of Melinda's
spacious home.  "Wow," Noelle said.  "You live here?"

   Lexi snorted from the front seat.

   Kira, sitting next to her, both of them squished into two-seater's
passenger's seat, spun around and shot her an evil look.  Then she turned
back to Noelle with a smile on her face.  "Well, just temporarily.  My
house is being painted from top to bottom, so I'm renting a place for a
while."

   "Some place," Noelle said.  "Anyway, you have great taste!"

   Lexi choked back a laugh.

   Kira swiftly opened her car door and stepped outside.  "Let me let you
out, Lexi," she said sternly.  "Go wait for me and I'll be there in a
minute."

   "Nice to meet you, Noelle," Lexi said as she stepped out of the car. 
"And good luck," she tossed over her shoulder as she headed up the
driveway.

   "Anyway," Kira said as she took Noelle's hand in hers.  "Thanks for the
ride.  You're very generous."

   "Thanks.  You were a damsel in distress.  I was happy to help."

   "So.  Seeing that I'm...displaced...you should take me out.  In fact, I
say we're going out tomorrow.  For lunch."

   Noelle laughed.  "You're certainly upfront, aren't you." Then she
remembered her lunch plans with Brynn.  "Wait.  I can't tomorrow.  The day
after is good, though."

   "Ok," Kira said.  "The day after for lunch."

   Noelle smiled.  "Lunch it is."

   ~~~

   "So what's been up?  What's new?" Brynn asked the next afternoon, her
fork digging into a fresh bowl of pasta.  They were having lunch at the
Italian Rose Restaurant, one of their favorite spots in Fort Lauderdale,
sharing a bottle of red wine.

   "Well...I met someone," Noelle blurted out.  "And we're going out
tomorrow."

   Brynn blinked.  "Really?"

   "Yeah.  And she's cute."

   Brynn took another bite.  "Mmm hmm.  You've said that before."

   "And she seems sweet."

   "Mmm hmm.  You've said that before, too."

   Noelle waved her hand.  "Come on.  I'm sure she's harmless."

   "Ok.  Now you're three for three." Brynn set her fork down and wiped her
hands on her napkin.  "Ok.  Let's start from the beginning.  Where did
y'all meet?"

   "At the mall."

   "Hmm.  When?"

   "Yesterday."

   Brynn nodded her head.  "Hmm.  Ok.  Where at the mall?"

   "Ummm..." Noelle paused.  "At the valet booth."

   "Hmm.  The same day you took the Lamborghini." Brynn tilted her head. 
"Did she see you driving the car?"

   "Ummm...yeah."

   Brynn began to chuckle.  "So she saw you driving an expensive car.  Ok.
What next?"

   "Well...we went to the Jimmy Choo store.  But it's not what you -"

   Brynn slapped her hand on the table.  "Ha!  So she first saw you driving
an expensive car, then followed you into one of the most expensive stores
in the mall?  You're batting a thousand!  Go on, tell me more!" she
giggled.

   Noelle sighed.  "It's not like that.  Anyway, as I was driving her home,
I -"

   Brynn threw up her hands.  "Tell me you didn't give her a ride home!"

   Noelle looked down.  "Yes.  They needed a ride."

   "They?"

   "Her and her friend."

   Brynn frowned.  "Where were their cars?"

   "Kira's car got towed."

   "Kira?  That's her name?" Brynn grunted.  "And she doesn't have road
service?  And the other girl didn't have a ride either?  And they didn't
have other friends to come and pick them up?  And they didn't have cab
fare?"

   Brynn shook her head.  "You mean to tell me she'd let a perfect stranger
take her home and let said-stranger know where she lived?" Brynn shook her
head again.  "Well, where did you drop her off?"

   "Coral Gables.  In front of this huge mansion.  It was beautiful,
really."

   "Did she actually go inside the house, or did she just stand outside?"
Brynn laughed.

   "Come on!"

   "Ok, ok," Brynn said.  "Ok.  What do we have?  Perfect stranger.  No
car. And deadbeat friends.  Sounds great," Brynn giggled.  "She must have a
nice ass."

   Noelle flashed on Kira's fierce, rounded curves.

   "Hmm." Brynn picked up her fork again and began to eat.  "Your silence
tells me that she does have a nice ass," she winked.  "Ok.  What next?"

   Noelle waved the waiter over and asked for a glass of water.  When he
left, her shoulders sagged.  "I don't feel like talking about it anymore."

   "I bet you don't." Brynn leaned forward.  "Sorry to tell you, but you
got played, honey.  Just chalk it up to niceassedness."

   "What?"

   "Nevermind," Brynn sighed.  "Anyway, remember yesterday morning when we
were at the gym and I told you that I had something for you?  Well, I was
going to wait to give this to you, but I think you need this now, more than
ever." She reached into her large handbag and pulled out a small paperback
book.  "Here."

   Noelle looked at the book's jet-black cover.  "What's this?"

   "Read it."

   Noelle read the cover aloud.  "Lesbian Domination and Submission?  What
the hell?" She tried to lower her voice.  "Brynn, are you crazy?  Are you
freakin' insane?"

   "Hear me out.  Now, I don't expect you to actually go and get some whips
and chains.  But I do want you to start taking up for yourself.  This chick
was about to seriously drain you dry!  And not in a good way." Brynn
pointed to the book.  "Just read it.  And use it to get some backbone!"

   Noelle turned the book over and looked at the back cover.  On it, was a
picture of a stunning, but blindfolded, chocolate-brown woman lying nude on
a bed.  The woman's mouth was open, as if in the throes of ecstasy.

   Standing over her, was a light-complexioned woman.  Nude as well, a
stern look was on her face, and she held a long, pink feather that was
tickling her mocha lover's flesh.

   Looking at the picture, something began to stir in Noelle.  She looked
at both women and the passionate looks on their faces.

   "I see that look on your face, Noelle," Brynn smirked.

   "It's not a look," Noelle sniffed as she set the book on the table and
pushed it back over to Brynn.  "Besides.  Why not just forget about her
altogether?  Why even bother with her, given that you think she's a
golddigger?  Why even bother with her?" Or with this book, Noelle thought.

   Brynn pushed the book back over to Noelle.  "Because you need to have
some fun," Brynn said.  "So read the book.  Then turn Little Miss
Wanna-Be-A-Rich-Girl out.  Then, forget about her."

   "You're so cruel," Noelle frowned.

   "No.  You're so gullible.  Just fall for any sob story.  And do you get
anything in return?  Hell now!  And then you end up, cooking for girls,
cleaning for girls.  Hell, damn near waiting on them hand and foot!"

   Brynn took a sip of wine, then she looked at Noelle's frowning face. 
Brynn sighed.  "Noelle, we're friends, right?

   Noelle nodded.

   "Will you let me help you?"

   Noelle nodded again, her head down, staring at the pattern on the
tablecloth.  Tears began to well up in the corner of her eyes.

   "Ok.  First, make sure you give me this girl's name so I can at least
have our people check her out.  Dig up any dirt, you know?  But in the
meantime, go on and read the book.  See what it has to offer."

   Then a wry smile spread over Brynn's face.  "You never know, you just
may have the time of your life!"

   ~~~

   That evening, Kira sat in her motel room.  Thankfully, Lexi had lent her
enough to rent a small room for a few days.  However, staring at the stains
on the wall, the soiled burnt orange carpeting and the thick film that had
collected over the furnishings, Kira made a decision.

   "I've got to get out of here," Kira said after she dissected her
appalling surroundings.

   She went over to the table in the corner, dug in her purse and pulled
out the piece of paper with Noelle's phone number on it.

   "Well, Noelle," Kira grinned, "starting tomorrow, looks like you're
gonna be my new Sugar Mama!"

   ~~~

   At that exact moment, Noelle lay in bed pouring over the book Brynn had
given her.  As she read the erotic text, her facial expressions ranged from
pure surprise to absolute disbelief.

   "How do people go though all this?" Noelle wondered as she flipped
through the pages.

   "For example, `A Mistress sets all the rules,'" she read aloud.  Noelle
blanched.  "What rules?  And why should someone tell someone else what to
do?  You can't treat someone like that!"

   Noelle rolled her eyes.  "I don't need this," she said as she closed the
book.  "Kira seems like a sweetheart," she said as she opened the drawer on
her nightstand and tossed the book inside.  "She wouldn't do anything to
hurt me."

   Noelle clicked off her bedroom light and drifted off to sleep.

   ~~~

   Noelle waited in the Pink Rose café.  She checked her watch.  She
frowned as she adjusted the collar on her dark blue blazer.  Paired with a
white button-down shirt and a simple pair of dark jeans, Noelle was
all-the-way casual.

   "She's already fifteen minutes late?  Not good," she fumed.  She took a
small sip from her hot cup of green tea to calm her nerves.

   However, when she looked up, she saw Kira.  Noelle's breath caught.

   Kira's thick auburn hair lay in loose waves well past her shoulders. 
Her golden brown skin had a gorgeous shimmer.  She wore dramatic makeup,
with gold and bronze tones, along with a reddish-gold lipcolor that
complemented the soft tones of her skin.

   She wore a fitted, deep-red silk halter dress with a sensuous, plunging
v-neck.  Her firm, rounded breasts jiggled softly as she strode toward the
table.

   "Sorry I'm late," Kira said as she floated into her seat.  "Beauty takes
a while," she grinned.

   Noelle gave her a thin smile.  "Sure.  It's ok," Noelle lied.  "You look
great, by the way."

   Though beauty was nice, tardiness was not at the top of Noelle's list of
potential girlfriend traits.  However, she had to admit, Kira was so
stunning that she was willing to let it go for now.

   "Thanks!" Kira beamed.  She looked around.  "So, you've been here
before?"

   "Yeah," Noelle smiled.  "It's one of my favorite spots so I come here a
lot."

   Kira's nose crinkled.  "Kinda small, but I guess it's quaint, huh?"

   Noelle raised an eyebrow.  "Excuse me?"

   "I mean, it's not the Ritz Carlton, but it'll do." Kira placed the
napkin on her lap and looked at Noelle.  "Did you order us drinks?" Kira
asked.

   "Drinks?"

   "Yes.  I'm kinda parched," Kira said as she waved over a waiter.  "Maybe
you can treat us to a bottle of champagne?  To celebrate our meeting?"

   "Champagne?" Noelle took a deep breath and tried to keep her cool. 
"First of all, it's the middle of the day.  I never drink alcohol this
early.  Second, we've really just met.  And third, this is not that kinda
place.  It's just a café."

   "Fine," Kira sighed as she turned to the waiter standing next to her. 
"Just a bottle of wine?"

   Noelle raised an eyebrow.  "Make that a carafe of apple juice, please."

   "Yes Ma'am," the waiter said before sprinting away.

   "Good choice," Kira quipped.  "Anyway, what's good on the menu." She
studied it for a moment, then crinkled her nose.  "No crab?  Or lobster?"
She looked up at Noelle.  "What kind of place is this again?"

   Noelle sighed.  "If you don't like it, I can leave right now."

   Kira tossed back her hair.  Then she put her elbows on the table and
leaned in.  The soft, rounded curves of her cleavage were on full display.
"I'm not ready to leave yet," she said, adjusting herself so that the front
her dress showed off even more of her bosom.  "Can't we stay?"

   Noelle admired Kira's golden-brown breasts and sighed.  She saw the
thick nipples stiffening under the silky material.  Noelle watched
intently, imagining her eager tongue rolling over the firm peak.

   Kira let Noelle watching her for a few moments.  Then Kira spoke
quietly. "Listen.  I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.  So
let's have dinner on Saturday," she said.  "I'll come over to your place.
I'll even bring the food if you like.  We'll relax and smooth things over.
What do you say?"

   The wheels in Noelle's mind began to turn as she looked at Kira
carefully.  Suddenly, everything clicked.

   "Ok," Noelle said with a bright smile.  "Saturday it is."

   ~~~

   Later that night, Noelle's thoughts swirled as she drove along A1A back
into Miami Beach.

   She'd spent the rest of the afternoon in Fort Lauderdale, lying on the
hot, sandy beach.  With pen and paper in hand, she watched the gentle,
rippling waves of the ocean, and sketched out ideas for her new collection
of paintings.  She vowed that this Water collection, the second in her
series about the Elements would be her best work yet.

   Hours later, she looked to her side and was pleased to see the stack of
finished sketches.  Finally satisfied, it was well into night when she
gathered her things to go back to her Miami Beachfront loft.

   As Noelle drove home, she thought about her lunch with Kira.  "She's so
materialistic," Noelle said, as she maneuvered around the easy curves on
the road.

   Noelle shook her head.  "So Brynn was right," she mused.  "Kira's
playing me."

   As she stopped at a red light, she turned to her left to look at the
expansive waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

   "Limitless," she whispered.  "That's what I love about living in Miami.
I love the water.  No boundaries."

   Then she thought about Kira's behavior.  "But I guess boundaries in
relationships are necessary," she sighed.

   As she drove, the plan that began at lunch continued to form in her
head. By the time she reached her driveway, she knew what she had to do.

   Once she got home, she stripped off her clothes, took a quick shower,
then walked into her darkened bedroom.  She got into bed nude, slipping
underneath the warm covers.  When she was settled, she cut on her bedside
lamp.

   She reached over into the nightstand and pulled out the tiny black
paperback book.

   "Lesbian Domination and Submission, huh?" Noelle sighed as she sat up in
bed, getting comfy with her back against the headboard.  Then she opened
the book and read for hours, all throughout the night, until the sun came
up.

   ~~~

   That Saturday, Kira reclined in the bathtub, keeping a close watch on
the time.  Still in the motel room, through the open bathroom door, she
could easily see her travel alarm clock on the old wooden dresser next to
the bed.

   "Ok.  It's five-thirty," she mused as she yanked the plug out of the
bathtub drain.  "Time to start getting dressed."

   She stepped out of the tub and wrapped a dingy off-white towel around
herself.  Unfortunately, it was too small and most of her body was still
uncovered.

   "This is bullshit," she said as she went to the bed where she'd laid out
her clothes.  She frowned at the grubby comforter.  Then she looked around
the room at the broken-down wooden furniture, the soiled carpet and the
stained drapes covering the thick, grimy windows.

   Tears began to form at her eyes as she thought about Melinda's spacious
master bedroom.

   "That heifer," Kira spat.  "I gave her what no one else could, so I
earned every dime she gave me.  How dare she do this to me?"

   Suddenly, Kira's cell phone rang.  She ran to her purse and answered it.
"Hello?"

   A soft voice answered.  "Hello?  Is this Kira Summers?"

   Kira frowned.  "Who's calling?"

   "It's Amy.  From work."

   Kira relaxed and sat on the bed, trying to avoid the stains.  "Oh, hey
Amy.  What's up?  I already finished my shift today.  Why are you calling?"

   "Kira," Amy said in a hushed voice.  "Some people came to work today
looking for you.  After you left."

   Kira frowned.  "Who?"

   "First it was a big guy, Arab-like.  Big and burly."

   Kira sighed.  "That Khalid guy.  What did he say?"

   "Forget him.  I'm calling about who came next."

   "Who came next?"

   "The cops!"

   "What!"

   "Yeah.  They were talking about some ring.  A diamond ring?"

   Kira's shoulders slumped.  "Oh Lord!"

   "What?"

   "Nevermind.  Anyway, what did you tell 'em?"

   "Not me.  Craig.  Our boss."

   "What did he say?"

   "He just told them that you weren't there."

   Kira tensed.  "Did he tell them where I was?"

   "I don't think so.  I don't think he knows.  None of us know where you
are.  He tried to call your home phone, but some lady answered and said you
didn't live there anymore.  Anyway, where are you?"

   Kira looked around the dingy motel room.  "Don't worry about that," she
said as she took a deep breath.  "Ok, Amy.  Thanks for calling.  I gotta
go."

   "Kira, wait!  What should I tell them if they come back!"

   Kira just hung up the phone and tossed it back in her purse.  Then she
paced around the room.  Then she reached into her purse, pulled out the
ring and slid it onto her finger.

   "This is mine, bitch.  You'll never see it, or me, again!"

   As Kira's emotions suddenly swelled, she refused to cry and, instead,
went back into the bathroom.  She plugged in her curling iron and began to
arrange her hair and makeup products on the spotted bathroom counter.  As
the curling iron heated up, she looked up and stared at her reflection in
the cracked mirror.  Looking at her split-face, the tears angrily began to
fall.

   "This is the last day I'm staying in this dump.  And it's the last day
I'm running from the cops!  And this ring is mine!"

   She took another look at the expensive gemstone on her ring finger. 
"Fuck this shit!  And I swear, I'm gonna get that girl, Noelle, if it's the
last thing I do!  I'm gonna leave this broke-ass life behind, for good!"

   ~~~

   Just before seven that evening, Lexi pulled up to Noelle's warehouse off
of Collins and 30th.  The solid building, fronted by a large empty parking
lot, sat right next to a pier on the waterfront.  Several boats were on the
water, coasting easily by, and the cool blue waves gently lapped at the
base of the pier as the majestic Miami sun began to set.

   "Is this it, Kira," Lexi said as she looked at the plain brick building.

   "This is the address," Kira said, peering at the front doorway.  "It's a
warehouse-slash-loft, so this must be it."

   "Well, good luck," Lexi grinned.  "I have a feeling you'll need it.

   "She's the one who's going to need it," Kira said as she stepped out of
Lexi's dented, rusted sedan.  "I'm fully in control here."

   Kira reached into the back seat and pulled out the plastic bags with the
Chinese takeout containers.  Then she leaned into the passenger's side
widow.  "Lexi, did you forget that I wrote the book on how to get a sugar
mama?"

   "Riiiight," Lexi smiled as she put her car into gear.  "But that Noelle
doesn't look like an ordinary pushover."

   Kira waved her off.  "Did you see what I saw when we first met her?  A
girl in a simple pink dress.  She was pretty, sure, but that dress was
plain as hell.  Then at lunch, she wore a blazer and jeans.  A blazer and
jeans!  That means that she's got to be demure.  So she's probably shy and
timid too.  So let me worry about Ms.  Noelle.  I got this!" she giggled as
she rapped on Lexi's car door.  "Anyway, thanks for the ride.  And the next
time you see me, I'll be dripping in diamonds!  Like this one," Kira said
as she flashed Melinda's diamond ring.

   "Ok, Kira," Lexi conceded as she put the car in gear.  "Just don't get
got, ok?"

   ~~~

   Noelle looked out of her window and watched as Kira got out of the car
and grabbed a few plastic bags from the back seat.  She saw Kira lean into
the window, say something, and then laugh.  Then she tapped on the car door
and then wiggled her hand at the driver.  A moment later, the car shifted
into gear and began to pull back around the parking lot and onto the
street.

   As the car pulled off, Noelle couldn't help but notice Kira's seductive
beauty right away.

   Kira wore a stunning, emerald-green silk minidress, putting her
luscious, golden-brown legs on full display.  The fitted dress highlighted
her sexy curves, including her pert, round breasts.  Matching four-inch
heels gave her calves a hellacious curve.

   Kira's makeup, especially her ruby-red lips, seemed to be as dramatic as
her dress.  And her lengthy, auburn hair lay sleek and severe down her
back, kissing and caressing her sturdy shoulders.

   Noelle continued to watch Kira intently as she walked to the front door
and rang the buzzer.  "Little-Miss-Wanna-Be-Rich-Girl has no idea," Noelle
chuckled as the turned away from the window.

   She quickly went to the door and pressed the intercom.  "Hi Kira.  Come
on in.  Just take the elevator up to the third floor." Then she buzzed Kira
inside.

   Noelle looked in the mirror just to the side of the front door.  She
smoothed out her brand-new, and quite snug, outfit.  As she examined
herself in the mirror, she thanked herself for those awful, painful moments
in the gym, and gave herself a broad smile.  As she stood there, admiring
herself and her new clothes, her mind flashed to her bedroom where a small
black box sat on her nightstand next to her bed.

   She also thought of the contents inside the nightstand.

   Then Noelle gave herself a saucy wink.  "She's here.  Looks like we're
about to begin."

   ~~~

   Kira stepped off the elevator to Noelle's loft.  She was already stunned
at how modern and luxurious the warehouse looked on the inside.  She walked
through the first floor showroom, and was awed at Noelle's beautiful
paintings.  She then went to the second floor to peek at Noelle's storage
area.

   "This chick is rich as hell," Kira mused as she rang the buzzer.  "I hit
the jackpot!  I'm gonna get this girl!  Just wait!"

   In her musings, she didn't notice that Noelle had opened the door.  Kira
looked up and was absolutely stunned at Noelle's appearance.

   Noelle, out of her usual casual mode, wore dramatic, dark makeup.  Dark
shadow and dark liner boldly decorated her beautiful hazel eyes.  She wore
dark cherry lipstick and a matching gloss that made her lips pop.

   Her long, dark hair had been curled and teased into an exotic tangle of
loose curls and waves.  Her tresses hung well down her back, which gave her
a passionate, goddess-like quality.

   However, the treat of the evening was Noelle's body.  When Brynn found
out about Noelle's plan, she gifted her friend with the perfect outfit.

   Noelle's tight, trim frame was encased in a skin-tight, black lyrca
catsuit.  The risqué outfit, a last-minute gift from Brynn, was made from
soft material that hugged each and every one of Noelle's lustful curves.  A
rhinestone-encrusted metallic belt cinched her small waist and thigh-high,
patent-leather boots completed her soft dominatrix look.

   "Come in," Noelle said as she stepped back from the doorway.

   Kira walked in and was immediately taken with the spacious loft.  "My
goodness," Kira mumbled.  "Damn!"

   She cleared her throat.  "Noelle!  It's nice to see you again.  And you
have a lovely place here.  Reminds me of my own place."

   Kira set the bags down on the countertop.  "I brought Chinese," she
said, noticing the elaborate dark blue granite countertop and the
complementary tile on the backsplash.  The kitchen's opulence temporarily
threw her off, but she recovered quickly.

   "Thanks," Noelle said as she motioned to her couch.  "Please have a
seat."

   "First, I want to taste you," Kira whispered as she quickly began her
seduction of Noelle.  Kira banked on the fact that her sexual skill would
seal the deal.

   She disregarded Noelle's shocked expression as she slid her hands around
Noelle's waist.  "I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw
you."

   Kira leaned in and pressed her lips against Noelle's neck.  She sniffed
Noelle's fragrant perfume and moaned.  "You smell so good, honey!"

   "Ohhh," Noelle moaned.

   "So that's your spot, huh?" Kira whispered.  She swirled her tongue all
over the soft skin.  Then she trailed kisses all over Noelle's neck. 
Before Noelle could react, Kira's lips found hers.

   The ladies kissed, reveling in each other's raw heat.  They wrapped
their arms around each other, doubly excited by the other's presence.

   Noelle's pulled Kira in even tighter as she slid her tongue deep into
Kira's mouth.

   "Mmmm," Kira moaned.  Kira's head began to spin as the delicious, erotic
excitement began to rise.

   Noelle began to peel the top of her catsuit off, her hardening nipples
straining against the fabric.

   "Nuh uh," Kira said.  "The bedroom.  Where is it?"

   Noelle grabbed her hand and led her into the master bedroom.  They raced
to remove the rest of their clothes, then leapt onto Noelle's bed.  The
brass headboard banged against the bed as the cool satin comforter and
sheets refreshed their heated bodies.

   Kira went straight for the jugular.  Noelle's jugular.  Kira licked and
nipped the soft skin on Noelle's neck.

   "Ohhhh," Noelle cooed.  "That feels good, honey."

   Kira worked her way down Noelle's neck to her shoulder.  She placed
gentle kisses all over Noelle's shoulders and breastbone and down to her
erect nipples.

   Kira captured one of the firm peaks in her mouth and sucked deeply.

   "Ahhhh," Noelle moaned.  "Ahhh yes!"

   Kira licked and teased Noelle's sensitive, rich olive skin, making the
excited girl squirm underneath her.  Kira moved even lower as Noelle's
intimate scent began to fill the room.

   I want a taste," Kira begged.  "Can I have some?"

   "Oh yes!  Yes!"

   Kira dipped her head low and swiped Noelle's pussy with her wet and
eager tongue.  "Mmmm," Kira moaned as the sweet nectar began to flow into
her mouth.

   Noelle wiggled and bucked her body against the cool sheets.  "Oh God!"

   "Does that feel good?" Kira cooed as she flicked her tongue across
Noelle's clit.  "Huh, baby?"

   Noelle looked down at her with her round, hazel doe eyes.  "Yes, Kira!
Yes!"

   Kira pointed her tongue and swiftly slid it into Noelle's tight pussy.

   "Oooooh!" Noelle cried as her back arched and her limbs tensed.  "Oooh
yes!"

   Kira pressed her face right into Noelle's erotic core and drank deeply.
She smacked her lips at the warm elixir that flowed from Noelle's pussy. 
"Delicious, baby," Kira moaned.

   "Mmmmm," Noelle sighed.  "Don't stop, baby!  Just don't stop!" Noelle
reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands.  She squeezed hard,
matching Kira's teasing movements on her throbbing pussy.

   Suddenly, Kira felt Noelle's body tense and begin to shake.  "You
cumming, baby?" Kira teased.  "You gonna cum for me?"

   Noelle's body bucked even harder.  "Oh yes, Kira!  Yes, baby!"

   Kira licked her middle finger and deftly slid it into Noelle's tight
wetness.  She pumped in the same rhythm as her tongue, in and out,
increasing the pace until Noelle was nearly screaming.

   "Yes!" Noelle screamed as her passion rose.  She grabbed Kira's head and
pressed it even tighter against her throbbing pussy.  "Oh God, yesss!"

   As Kira slid a second finger into Noelle's erotic tightness, she used
her other hand to hold onto Noelle's wildly bucking hips.  "Get it, baby,"
Kira urged.  "Get it!"

   Noelle managed to last several long minutes with Kira wildly
manipulating her clit and pussy.  But Kira, sensing that Noelle's climax
was near, intensified her movements, moving faster and faster until
Noelle's entire body jumped.

   "Now!" Noelle cried in earnest as her passion reached its erotic peak.
"Oh God, now!"

   Kira slid her hand down from Noelle's hips to her firm ass and held on
tight.  "Now, baby!" she groaned into Noelle's pussy.

   All of a sudden, a primal cry emanated from Noelle.  "Ahhhhh!" Her body
rose off of the bed and crashed down, then fell into a fit of erotic
spasms. "Oh my God!" Noelle cried as her body acted on its own accord and
led her to the ultimate ecstasy.

   Kira continued drinking all of the sugary liquid that flowed out of
Noelle's pussy and down the inside of her thighs.  She took long licks,
never letting up as Noelle thrashed all over the bed in her passionate
orgasm.

   After a few moments, Noelle's body slowed down and eventually stilled as
her passion receded.  Kira smiled as she stroked Noelle's tangled curls.

   I gotcha now, Kira thought.  No one can resist my `special talents.'
You're as good as mine!

   However, as Kira looked at Noelle's peaceful face, a rush of emotions
flooded over her.  Strangely, Kira began to warm up to the idea of being
with Noelle.

   I'm not starting to fall for this girl, am I?  Kira thought.

   Unable to ignore these new feelings, Kira moved lower to stroke the
heated skin of Noelle's brow.  "Just rest, sweetie.  Just rest.  Mama's got
you."

   ~~~

   Noelle panted as she stretched out, catlike, on her bed.  Her mind
swirled at one of the strongest orgasms she'd ever experienced.

   Damn, she thought.  Kira's good.  Very talented.

   As Noelle's breathing began to return to normal, her mind suddenly
shifted.  "Oh my God," she muttered.  "She just tried to seduce me!  Brynn
was right after all!"

   As raw anger began to rise in Noelle, her plan suddenly kicked into
gear. She faintly heard Kira mumble something to her, but Noelle was too
focused on her plan to pay attention to the greedy girl.

   Noelle grit her teeth.  "I'll be damned if this girl takes advantage of
me!"

   She climbed off the bed and stood up straight.  "Kira!" she boomed.

   Kira looked askance.  "Yes?"

   "Lay out on the bed.  On your stomach."

   "Huh?"

   "Lay out on the bed.  On your stomach."

   "Umm...sure." Kira stretched out on the bed, lying on the rumpled
covers. "You ready for round two?" she said saucily.

   "Hush up and turn over!"

   Kira's eyes widened.  Then a wry smile spread over her face.  "Ohhhh. 
You like it rough, I see," Kira said.  "Ok, sure." She turned over onto her
stomach, poked out her bottom and wiggled it.  "You like this?" she
laughed.

   Noelle leaned over to the bed and picked up the black box on her
nightstand, the second gift from Brynn.  She quietly and swiftly pulled out
two pairs of faux-fur covered handcuffs.  Working quickly, she snapped the
first set onto Kira's wrist, then onto the brass headboard.

   "What the hell!" Kira shouted as she wriggled against the covered steel.
Lying on her stomach with one hand pinned to the headboard, Kira couldn't
quite see where Noelle was, and had no idea what was coming next. 
Uncertainty began to creep up Kira's spine and she began to cry out. 
"Noelle?  What the fuck is this?"

   Noelle quickly took the second pair of handcuffs and secured Kira's
other wrist to the headboard.  She watched in delight as Kira struggled
against her restraints.

   "See, Kira," Noelle began, "I really don't like your attitude." Noelle
focused on Kira's tight, round ass, poking up in the air as Kira continued
to struggle.

   "Lie still!" Noelle commanded.

   "No way!" Kira said.  "Let me loose!"

   "Lie still or suffer the consequences!" Noelle said as she took a seat
on the bed right next to Kira.

   "What consequences?  Are you crazy?  If you don't let me go, I'm gonna
scream!"

   "No one will hear you," Noelle chuckled.  "I'm the only one in this
building."

   "Help!" Kira called out.  "Somebody help me!"

   Noelle just stroked Kira's back, trying to calm the wriggling woman
down. "Kira, I won't hurt you.  I promise.  Just trust me."

   "You're crazy!" Kira cried.  "Just let me go.  I didn't sign up for
this. All I wanted -"

   "Was my money, right?" Noelle asked as she opened her nightstand and
pulled out a short, hot-pink ostrich feather, yet another gift from Brynn.
Noelle took the feather, twirled it in her fingers, then swirled it all
over Kira's back, making the girl squirm.

   "Ahhhh!"

   "Ticklish, much?" Noelle laughed.

   Kira groaned, then fell silent.

   "So you wanted my money, huh?" Noelle asked.  "Isn't that correct?"

   "Nooo," Kira protested.  "I'm not like that!"

   "Au contraire," Noelle said as she put down the feather, reached into
nightstand and pulled out a manila envelope, the last gift from Brynn.  She
slid out a thin piece of paper and studied it.  "Well, guess what I found
out?  My friend's family and associates are good at...ummm...surveillance.
Wanna know what they found out about you?"

   Kira just moaned.

   "I found out that you're no stranger to pretty women.  Excuse me, pretty
and rich women.  As a matter of fact, I know that your last girlfriend's
name is Melinda Buchanan.  I also found out that you really don't live in
that big ol' house in Coral Gables.  And I also know that you two broke up
under some very...extreme circumstances.  Do you want me to go into
detail?"

   "No," Kira whispered.

   Noelle lay the paper on the nightstand, then picked the feather back up.
Yet again, she began to tease the sensitive skin on Kira's back.  "What do
you have to say about your behavior?"

   Kira wriggled against her restraints.  "I...I..."

   "Hush, Pet." Noelle chuckled.  "Oh yeah, from now on, your name is Pet.
Understand?"

   Kira sagged on the bed.  "Yes."

   "And guess what else, Pet?" Noelle leaned down to Kira's ear.  "Someone
has the police looking for them!"

   Kira gasped.  "Whaa--"

   "See," Noelle whispered as she picked the paper back up, "a certain
princess-cut pink diamond ring is missing from Melinda's jewelry box.  And
guess what?  She filed a police report!  So if a certain someone doesn't
cooperate with me, that someone's going to...jail!"

   Kira just whimpered.

   "And actually," Noelle said as she set the paper back on the nightstand
and looked at Kira's hand, still handcuffed and wriggling against the
headboard.  "The missing ring looks just like this one right here!" Noelle
said as she plucked the high-priced bauble from Kira's finger.

   She went into the living room, wrapped the precious jewel in a couple of
pieces of tissue paper, quietly chucked it into an empty vase in the far
corner of the room, then went back into the bedroom.

   "Now...First, I'm gonna hang on to this ring for awhile.  Second, as
long as I have the ring, you're going to be my Pet.  Probably for quite
some time, so get comfortable." Noelle pinched Kira's ass cheek.  "Third, I
think you need some discipline.  Badly."

   "Come on, Noelle.  I think you're taking this too far," Kira said
weakly. "I mean, you have the ring, so you can just give it back.  I mean,
is this really necess--"

   *Smack!*

   "Owww!" Kira exclaimed, a burning sensation racing across the skin on
her ass.  "What the fuck!"

   Noelle swatted Kira's tight ass again.  *Smack!* "What did you say?"

   "Oh that hurts!"

   *Smack!* "It's supposed to, honey." Noelle stopped her smacks and
stroked the reddening skin of Kira's ass.  "Want another one?"

   "Nooo," Kira whimpered as her ass cheeks tightened even more.  "I'll be
a good girl!  I promise!"

   "Good.  I didn't even have to ask you.  You're learning well, my Pet."
Noelle then slid her hand between Kira's thighs.  When she reached her
heated pussy, Noelle began to stroke it slowly.

   "Ohhh, fuck," Kira groaned.  "Oh that feels so good!"

   Noelle lashed out again.

   *Smack!*

   "Did I tell you to speak?" Noelle asked.

   "No," Kira whispered.

   *Smack!*

   "You're supposed to say: `No, Mistress,'" Noelle ordered.

   Kira just whimpered.

   *Smack!*

   "Say it, Pet!"

   "No Mistress," Kira whined as her body wiggled on the sheets.  Her
golden-brown skin was reddening by the moment.

   Suddenly, Noelle used her hands and pulled Kira's thighs apart.  She
looked at Kira's firm ass, spread open for the world to see.

   "Get on your knees!" Noelle commanded.  "Right now!"

   Kira paused.  Her body was quivering.

   *Smack!*

   "Didn't you hear me?  I said get on your knees!"

   Kira quickly pulled up onto her elbows, bent low and thrust her rump
into the air.  "Yes, Mistress!"

   Noelle reached forward and, using her fingertips, stroked the outline of
Kira's dampening pussy.  "You like that, huh?  I see you're actually
getting wetter."

   Kira remained silent as her body swayed side to side.

   *Smack!* "

   Don't you hear me talking to you?"

   "Ahhhh!" Kira screamed, her golden-brown ass good and red.  "I'm sorry,"
she corrected.  "I'm sorry, Mistress!"

   *Smack!*

   "Good that you corrected yourself, but you should have known better."

   Noelle used her fingers and spread Kira's pussy lips apart.  Her breath
caught at the pink jewel set before her.  Before Kira could react, Noelle
leaned forward and thrust her tongue into Kira's tight pussy.

   "Ohhhh!" Kira exclaimed.

   *Smack!*

   "Don't speak unless I tell you to speak!"

   "Yes, Mistress!" Kira cried.  "I'm sorry, Mistress!"

   Noelle went back in and swiped another lick of Kira's sweet pussy.  As
her warm juices began to flow, Noelle pressed in even more closely and
nuzzled Kira's warm, sticky skin.

   As she licked and kissed Kira's clit, Noelle heard her strained moans,
realizing that the girl was trying her best to keep quiet.  As Noelle
licked even faster, Kira's body began to betray her.  Noelle decided to
give her a reprieve.

   "Since you can't seem to keep quiet, tell me how good it is!"

   "Ohhhh," Kira moaned as her body began to pump against Noelle's wild
tongue.  "It's sooo good!"

   "Tell me again, Pet!" Noelle commanded as she licked harder.

   "It's good, Mistress!"

   As Noelle sucked Kira's throbbing clit, she took a finger and gently
rubbed it against Kira's moist pussy.  "Tell me that you're mine!"

   "Ahhh!" Kira said as Noelle's digit hovered dangerously close to her
pulsating center.

   "Say it, Pet," Noelle said as she slid the finger just inside of Kira.
She pumped the finger in and out, just an inch inside Kira's tight pussy.

   "I'm yours!" Kira screamed as the waves of passion nearly consumed her.
"Oh God!  I'm yours!"

   Noelle pinched Kira's thighs "I'm yours, what?"

   "I'm yours, Mistress!"

   Noelle hunkered down, grabbed Kira's hips and pulled them forward onto
her waiting tongue.  She licked, kissed and sucked Kira nearly into erotic
convulsions.

   "Oh God!" Kira cried as her body swayed into Noelle's lips and tongue.

   Noelle kept up her rhythm, rocking the both of them back and forth on
the tangled sheets.  Noelle held on tight and wiggled her tongue deep in
Kira's pussy.

   "You like that, baby?" Noelle moaned into Kira's sweet sugar.  Then she
took her tongue and swiped up from Kira's taut rosebud and down into Kira's
wet pussy.  She kept up the wicked licks until Kira's body moved even
faster.

   "Yessss!" Kira's body began to shiver.  Then it shivered violently. 
"I'm cumming!" Kira cried.

   Noelle stopped on a dime.  "Kira!  Address me properly or I won't keep
going!"

   Kira paused, a pained expression on her face.  Then she howled.  "I'm
cumming, Mistress!"

   Noelle went back to her delicious oral teasing and held on tight as
Kira's entire body exploded.  Noelle slid a finger inside Kira's tight
pussy as she continued the fierce licking and sucking.

   Kira cried out as her passion spiked to its peak.  "Ahhhhh!"

   Noelle licked, teased and sucked the liquid sugar that flowed from Kira,
reveling in the sweet taste.  Then slowly, Kira's passion began to wane. 
Finally, Kira lay quietly, eyes closed and still breathing heavily.

   Not wanting to give her any time to rest, Noelle sat up, quickly
retrieved the key and unlocked the handcuffs.

   Kira moaned as she rubbed her wrists.  "Thank you, Mistress."

   Noelle sat back and rested against the headboard.  "You know what, Pet?"

   Kira opened her eyes.  "Yes, Mistress?"

   "I'm hungry."

   "Yes, Mistress" Kira said.  "What would you like?"

   "What did you bring?"

   "Chinese.  Is that ok?"

   "Yes.  Go fix me a plate.  And hurry!"

   "Yes, Mistress." Kira jumped out of bed and padded nude toward the
kitchen.

   Noelle got out of bed and followed her to the kitchen.  She giggled as
she watched Kira's firm ass swish back and forth as she busied herself in
the kitchen.  Once she found a tray, Noelle's plates and her silverware,
Kira wasted no time in dishing out the food.  Then, as she heated it in the
microwave, Kira began to pour tall glasses of apple juice.  She even began
folding Noelle's linen napkins into neat, little rectangles.

   As Kira finished her preparations, Noelle went back to her bed, lay down
and looked to her side at her nightstand.  She quietly opened the drawer,
fished around and pulled out the tiny black paperback book.

   "Lesbian Domination and Submission, huh?  Well, thanks a lot," she
mused, then slid the book back inside and shut the drawer.

   "I'm ready, Mistress!" Kira called out.  "I'm bringing your dinner now!"

   "A job well done, my Pet," Noelle smiled as she lay back on the pillows
and for the first time in her life, waited to be served.



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