Love For Sale

by Lotuseater "Karen, that's wonderful! I'm so proud - dean's list three 
times running .... of course I pulled over. You know I don't like to speak 
on the phone while driving. No, just picked up some dry cleaning ... no, 
Daddy's working late ... I was just going home for another supper alone. 
Thanks - love you, too!"

Vivienne Wu hung up and, for the first time noticed her surroundings, Willow 
Grove's notorious red light district. When her daughter had called, she had 
stopped on Pepper Street. With the tinted glass of her convertible, it was 
impossible for pedestrians to discern who was driving. "Lucky for me," 
Vivienne thought amusedly, as her hand went to the gearshift. "It wouldn't 
do for Officer Flynn to think Colin was looking for 'action' at five o'clock 
in the evening!"

A tap at her window caught her attention. Unnoticed, someone had sidled up 
to the driver's side and was now peering in vain to make out the driver. 
Automatically out of politeness, Vivienne pushed the down button for the 
window. "She'll see it's a woman and go away," she thought.

As the tinted glass rolled down, Vivienne was struck by the prostitute's 
stunning appearance. Nearly six feet tall in ludicrously high heels, the tan 
woman had luxuriant titian hair that cascaded past her bottom. Her tresses 
were longer than her fluorescent tangerine dress, which clung to her curves 
as though painted on. A bright lime-green shoulder bag dangled from the 
woman's left wrist, and a slim black bidi cigarette wisped smoke between her 
slender fingers. This was the most sensuous person of either sex Vivienne 
had ever seen.

"Hello," she smiled, a little crookedly. "I am Manuela. You like?"

"He-hello," Vivienne hesitated. "Yes...I...like..."
Manuela bent to bring her face through the open window.
Her scent, strawberries and citrus, wafted over Vivienne, like waves on a 
beach.

"Mmmm...you are Chinese?" Vivienne could only mutely nod.

"I've never had a Chinese woman before," Manuela whispered, as she brought 
her full lips to Vivienne's cheek.

"Please - please get in," Vivienne managed, hoarsely.
Manuela brushed her painted lips lightly over Vivienne's mouth. Vivienne 
involuntarily closed her eyes, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The tan 
woman's orange lacquered fingernails brushed Vivienne's flaming cheek. The 
fragrance of the vanilla-flavored tobacco on Manuela's breath exhilarated 
Vivienne.

"I think I will," Manuela breathed.

Opening her eyes, Vivienne couldn't remove her sight from Manuela's form, as 
she slunk sinuously to the passenger's side.  Closing her door, Manuela 
simply took Vivienne's face in both her hands and kissed her full on the 
mouth. Tongues intertwined and searched, duelling in amorous contest with 
both emerging victorious. Vivienne couldn't refrain from moaning from deep 
in her throat as the exquisite sensations overcame her. She finally broke 
the kiss, to regain her breath and composure.

"Wow."

"I enjoyed that." admitted Manuela. "Where can we go?"
Vivienne considered. She didn't feel right inviting Manuela to her home, and 
she didn't know her well enough yet to invite herself to Manuela's place.

"Let's go to the Cosmopolitan."

"But that's in Central City!"

"It's twenty minutes on the Interstate. They make a terrific Caesar," 
Vivienne cringed as she heard herself trying to make small talk with this 
erotic creature.
Manuela grinned.

"Why not?"

The sleek black BMW sped away into the twilight.

"Baby, I'm gonna show you the time of your life..."
There seemed to be no appropriate response, so Vivienne kept her silence 
until they approached the hotel.

"Shall we eat first?" asked Vivienne politely, as they pulled into the 
parking area. She blushed furiously as Manuela only leered at her in reply.

"You know what I mean!"

"Business before pleasure, honey."

"All right. I've never done this before, you know."
"Leave it to me." Manuela got out and went around to Vivienne's window. 
"I'll be right back."

Five minutes later, she returned with a key.

"I promise you, this is going to be really special," smiled Manuela.

Hand in hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world, the women 
strolled into the luxury hotel. They took the elevator, fingers still 
clasped, eyeing each other with mutual interest and curiosity.

Manuela opened the door for Vivienne and ushered her in, hand in the small 
of her back. She closed it quietly behind them, fumbling for a moment in her 
purse.
Breathing deeply, Vivienne took in a glance around the room, nodding her 
approval. When her eyes eventually returned to her sexy companion, she was 
shocked to see Manuela, hip outslung, brandishing handcuffs and a chained 
badge on her index finger!

"Okay, sweetie, don't make this any harder on yourself than it needs to be. 
You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say 
can be..."

The words blurred together. Vivienne could only think numbly of the scandal 
as her hands were manacled behind her. What would Colin say?

"You don't mind if I pat you down, honey?" Manuela asked, 
half-apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's regulations."

Vivienne shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. On the verge of tears, 
she didn't trust herself to speak.
Manuela grinned, fished a white-and-red tin from her handbag. She popped a 
couple of round white mints into her mouth, and rubbed her hands together. 
Vivienne flinched slightly at the contact of her warm hand on her neck.

Despite herself, Vivienne trembled with excitement and arousal. From behind 
her, Manuela slipped Vivienne's blazer off her shoulders, and let it slip 
down to her bound wrists. Gently, she moved her hands over Vivienne's 
shoulders, her arms and her torso. The Chinese woman stiffened abruptly when 
she felt Manuela's hands cup her large, firm breasts.

"You are very excited by this, yes?"

Bewildered, Vivienne didn't know what to do. Practiced fingers tease her 
nipples, rigid from fear and arousal.
Manuela felt Vivienne involuntarily respond to her touch. She continued her 
examination, letting her palms linger over those marvelous tits before 
uncupping them.
"What do we have here?" she asked rhetorically, as she unbuttoned the front 
of Vivienne's blouse.

"Oh, concealed weapons?"

She nimbly unclasped the front of Vivienne's frilly black bra.

"Hmmm, this calls for a closer look."

Vivienne couldn't help but open her eyes at that. She gaped as she watched 
the top of that luxuriant mane bend toward her bosom. Now, she could smell 
the strong odor of peppermint on Manuela's breath. Hot breath seemed to sear 
her naked breast. She felt her own mouth work spasmodically, as an icy/spicy 
tongue burned the tip of her nipple. Manuela expertly teased Vivienne's 
brown nipples to rock-hard attention, her hands sensuously playing over her 
own body under Vivienne's rapt gaze. Her hazel eyes caught Vivienne's and 
she winked seductively, rolling her tongue lasciviously between half-open 
lips.

Fascinated, Vivienne watched as Manuela slowly knelt, and eased a finger 
into her mouth, moistening it. With her other hand, she unfastened 
Vivienne's skirt while her helpless captive reflexively moved her hips 
towards her touch. They were so close to each other Vivienne could see 
Manuela's pupils dilate as her gaze lingered apporvingly on her toned 
thighs.

As the skirt dropped to the carpet, Manuela used her wet finger to draw down 
the elastic of Vivienne's panties. She noted with satisfaction that the 
standing woman's juices freely flowed from a dripping pussy. She extended 
her tongue as far as she could, to tease the dark folds apart so their 
glistening moisture could continue to please her eye.

Mesmerized, Vivienne stifled a moan as she watched Manuela impishly wrinkle 
her nose while lapping at her drooling cunt. With her clothing dangling 
behind her from bound arms, she somehow felt more naked than had she been 
totally nude.

Manuela's peppermint-laced tongue felt like a red-hot poker against her 
oozing snatch. She had to have more of that electric tongue, or explode!

"C'mon over here, sugar. Mama needs better -- uh, light," Manuela panted. 
She towed her compliant charge to the king-sized bed.

Obediently, Vivienne sat and splayed her legs for Manuela. The brown woman 
bent and caressed Vivienne's feet, still clad in stylish black pumps, before 
crossing her arms and pulling her orange spandex dress over her head to 
reveal a magnificent body, toffee-colored all over.

Vivienne's eyes widened as she saw Manuela's bleached blonde pubic hair. She 
licked her lips in anticipation as Manuela swung her long legs onto the bed.

"What do you think of my 'special' treatment?" Manuela asked, lightly raking 
her own body with long nails. She kittenishly pouted for Vivienne, hands 
cupping the opulent mounds of her golden breasts.

"You were right, it is very special..." purred Vivienne into her ear. Hands 
still behind her, she bent to take the tip of Manuela's left breast into her 
hungry mouth.
The hard lozenge of flesh was the biggest Vivienne had ever seen. The pink 
pyramid was fully an inch long, and its resilience felt divine between 
Vivienne's teeth. She savored the dewy moistness adorning the turgid nipple 
even as she gobbled greedily. Vivienne could taste the sweetness of tobacco 
on Manuela's body. It excited her strangely...

Vivienne was gratified to feel Manuela's body writhe in reaction to her 
ministrations. She felt totally dominated as Manuela clutched her hair with 
her left hand, and used her right to guide Vivienne's mouth to her own for a 
kiss.

Heavy-lidded with lust, her eyes rolled back in her head and finally shut. 
Peppermint passion flooding her mouth and her senses. The hot tongue 
searched greedily, danced enticingly with her own, then thrust insistently.

Both women moaned in concert as the heat of their lovemaking reached fever 
pitch. Hands still chained together, Vivienne nuzzled Manuela's damp sex as 
well as she could, urging herself forwards with elbows and shoulders.

"Ooooohh, mmmm, baby..." Manuela sighed, shifting her thighs to clamp gently 
on Vivienne's head to afford her better access. "That's it - oh, yeah!"

Vivienne salivated as she warmed to her task, Manuela's lush muskiness 
washing over her eager nose, her cheek, her chin.

Unencumbered, Manuela used her fingers, lips and tongue to devastating 
effect on Vivienne's labia, clitoris and sopping love-tunnel. She felt her 
own climax mounting as Vivienne's supine form wriggled orgiastically.
"Ahh...that...feels...great..."

"Mmmmh - nngh! Ngh! Mmm!" came Vivienne's muffled reply.
"Oh, God! I'm going to...going to...Oh! Ohhh! Oh! OH! OOOH!"

Manuela screamed out her climax as she felt her warm love-syrup gush into 
Vivienne's sucking mouth.

At the instant of Manuela's release, Vivienne felt herself go over the edge. 
She spewed her hot cum all over Manuela's face.

Now moaning softly, Manuela rubbed her face and hair into Vivienne's 
juice-laden thighs. Her flushed face looked tenderly into Vivienne's.

She sat up, stroking Vivienne's hair.

"We've got all night, baby. What can Manuela do for you next?"

Vivienne considered for a moment.

"Would you...smoke for me?"

END

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