| Hunger, Chapter 7 Stretching luxuriously on the satin sheets pulled the covers down exposing her slightly pancaked boobs, she awoke with a feeling of hope that had been lacking. The meeting with Egan last night left her feeling reassured. Her security director didn't exude confidence, he was confidence personified and his aura was contagious. Ester had never looked into those steely eyes before but she was a firm believer that they were the windows to the soul and there was something dark in there. His face had remained completely expressionless as she told him what she wanted. He didn't flinch when she told him when she wanted it by. When the security chief committed to having the information for her by the following afternoon she was impressed. She couldn't get that inscrutable and somehow threatening visage out of her mind. 'I'm glad he's on my side, ' she concluded, wondering what her Security Director was really capable of. She sensed a presence and looked in the direction of the door. The reposed half naked Chairwoman had to blink a few times to clear her vision. Instinctively she pulled the sheet up over her chest. Rebecca stood in the doorway not moving. She was wearing a pink shorts and top set that looked two sizes too small. Ester wondered how long the girl might have been standing there watching her stretch. A small wave of embarrassment washed over her as her step-daughter approached. When Becky reached the side of the bed Ester found herself looking directly at the most defined camel toe she'd ever seen. Something like prickly heat erupted from her loins and spread over her in a flash. It wasn't as though she'd forgotten sampling the forbidden fruit before her meeting last night; it was just with so many other things on her mind the indiscretion wasn't getting the attention that it deserved. She had done something that changed their relationship so profoundly that, as the girl's step-mother and guardian, she needed to come to grips with and then decide how to go forward. She turned her head slowly scanning up the teen's body standing so close beside her bed. The bottom of the pink tank top didn't quite reach the waistband of the shorts leaving a two inch wide strip of bare tummy that included her tiny puckered 'innie' navel. The tightness of the stretchy shorts-set top pressed Becky's precociously developed boobs nearly flat. At the center of each of the squished mounds the smaller bump was evidence of the teen's puffy bee-stung areolas. Pausing for a heartbeat or two on her step-daughter's chest Ester's eyes finally arrived at the girl's face. Their eyes met for the first time since the older woman had licked and sucked the youngster to orgasm the night before. "I think I'm a lesbian," Rebecca announced. Ester saw no stress on her daughter's pretty face when she blurted out her conclusion. "Oh honey you're far too young and inexperienced to be labeling yourself," Ester cautioned. "But ... but what I did with Jodie and ... and what you did to me. I loved it so much. I wanted it to go on forever." "I know sweetie and the first time you orgasm with a partner is always something special ... something you'll remember and hopefully treasure forever, but it doesn't necessarily define your sexuality." Ester tried to force all the pressures of business out of her mind. This was by far the most profound and significant discussion she'd ever engaged in with the daughter of her deceased husband. It deserved her full concentration and her most sage advice but she found her eyes wandering back to the camel toe and recalling the hot sweet nectar it produced. 'Good God woman! Get a grip!' she scolded herself. The self imposed sexual hiatus since Charles' death was against her nature. The sensual fires that had been burning in her since she was Rebecca's age could evidently be smothered by the weight of grief and responsibility; for a time at least. But, when the innate sexuality broke through that blanket it burned twice as hot—uncontrollably hot. Becky sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hand over her step-mother's prominent breast through the satin sheet. Little fingers bumped over the projecting tumescent nipple turning Ester's slightly electrified tingles to full-on lightning bolts that shot simultaneously to her head and crotch. It was such a surprise that the older woman had insufficient warning to control the visceral pleasure groan. "Can we do it again... ? Now?" Rebecca sighed feeling Ester's nipple becoming firmer by the second. The erotic stimulation nearly washed away all of her discretion but still she struggled with the magnitude of what she'd already done, and what she now seemed about to do. 'I can't let this go any further. I don't know if there's a way to explain or make up for what happened last night, but ... if it happens again... ' Ester was searching for words to deter the aggressive neophyte. 'I should just push her hand away and tell her this is all wrong ... that I was wrong to do what I did... ' even as the thought was forming Ester felt herself reaching the point of no return. Her step-daughter was pulling the sheet down exposing her wickedly excited tits; then the little teenaged hands were exploring and tantalizing. "Doesn't it feel good when I touch you like this?" Becky asked. She took the pleasure filled moan for a yes. "I want to suck on them ... would that be okay?" The question was rhetorical. Rebecca was already lowering her face toward her step-mother's full breast. Ester knew that it was probably her last chance and tried to say no, but all that came out was another unintelligible moan. Rebecca took one of Ester's deep pink dugs between her lips and began to lovingly lave it with her tongue, and then sucked harder to pull the areola into her mouth as well. The pleasure sensation that hammered into her pussy caused the prone woman's entire body to heave. The sound she made was almost inhuman. Becky lifted her head without releasing the suction, pulling the abundant breast flesh up until the sheer weight of her step-mother's tit pulled it out of her mouth with a wet sounding pop. "You like that don't you?" the teen asked quite unnecessarily; and then glanced up at Ester's face. "I like doing it too ... is it anything like sucking a penis?" Seeing her mother's shock she continued, "Well you said I didn't have enough experience to know if I'm a lesbian ... I need to try it with a boy to know ... don't I?" It amazed the excited half naked woman on the bed that she was able to react to the suggestion. She knew her dearly departed husband was probably rolling over in his grave at that very moment. Charles had done his best to insulate his daughter form the debauchery of modern society and Rebecca's latest comment was solid gold proof that it hadn't worked. Natural hunger and curiosity overrode and outstripped everything. Still Ester was challenged to understand her step-daughter's sudden mention of hetero sex. 'What does she really know about it ... and how?' "Honey you're too young to concern yourself with that," Ester tried to side step. "But I'm not too young for this," Rebecca challenged, sweeping the satin sheet aside. Her step-mother shivered, and not from the cold as her body became completely exposed. The teen in the shorts outfit that looked as though it could bust a seam at any moment scrambled down the bed. The naked woman offered only token resistance when the girl pushed her legs wide apart. Dizziness over took her and she thought she might pass-out under the assault. When Becky pulled her knees up under her and, from that tight couch, began to kiss her step-mom's inner thighs. The widow's yearning pussy went into another gear. Ever since the teen had stopped teasing her boobs she'd settled into a state of high, but manageable, arousal. The adolescent lips and tongue now caressing the very tender, very sensitive inside of her thigh caused pulsations to emanate from her womanhood and send pleasure signals like tentacles out to every part of her body. Becky could feel the woman writhing as she worked her way up. Her own crotch was pounding double time as well but she was determined to maintain control until she got what she wanted. Planting a gentle kiss on the smooth hairless labia Rebecca extended her tongue, but just far enough to disturb the containment of the intricate folds. When she felt the thick slippery juice on her tongue she withdrew and started kissing the opposite thigh all the way down near the knee. Repeating the process on her step-mother's other leg. This time she swirled her tongue around in the older woman's folds a bit before lifting her head. To Ester the kisses and licks ascending up her thigh were like a bow being drawn across a violin string while the violinist's finger slid down the neck toward the bridge. By the time Becky's lips were on her womanhood again the vibrations reached a glass shattering pitch. The older woman's hips heaved trying to increase or at least maintain the contact but the teenaged lips and tongue were gone again. "You could arrange for me to try it with a boy," Becky speculated and ran her tongue in a long sweep along the valley formed by her step-mom's left groin. The suggestion—or was it a request—yanked the widow back to earth in spite of the continued torment her step-daughter was inflicting. She didn't know any boys. She hardly even really knew any men. Still the males that she did know seemed to cascade through her mind. 'You're actually considering it! Have you lost your mind?' she screamed at herself. Even as she chided her own weakness the girl's little pink tongue was tracing her crease and she bucked again trying to get relief from the just slightly too soft and superficial touch. Rebecca continued to tease her mercilessly kissing and licking, sucking and occasionally biting from her knees to her navel. When there was any contact with the naked casino owner's coochie at all it was brief and light. Ester began to massage her aching breasts and tug at her tingling itchy nipples to provide some relief from the building pressure that made her pelvis feel as though it was going to explode. She wanted it to explode—she needed it to explode—involuntarily her head had begun to twist from side to side. "Do you know someone ... a boy I could ... uh, experiment with?" Rebecca slurped as she made her umpteenth slow circuit around the center of her step-mom's need. Ester's groans became a little louder but active teen between her legs did not hear the commitment she was intent on getting. "I can make you cum really hard," Becky promised. "Jodie taught me just how to do it," she elaborated while running her tongue over her victim's labia. "Okay ... okay ... anything, anything you want!" Ester capitulated. Becky stiffened her tongue, and probing a little deeper through the older woman's folds. She located the firmness of the nubbin at the top. Giving Ester's clit the lightest little swirling lick the teen was sure it would be the final straw. Her step-mother's vocal outburst was audible confirmation of her theory. Without lifting her head very much, Becky's rapid breathing was cooling the outside of the tortured woman's wet vulva when she said, "So you'll do it ... you'll get me a boy?" "Yesss..." Ester succumbed to the torture. "Promise?" Becky demanded. It had taken all of her resolve to get the word 'yes' out. Ester's ability to utter even the simplest of words was gone. The best she could manage was an affirmative sounding moan. Rebecca concluded that she had all the assurance she was going to get. Dropping back on to her tummy she wrapped her arms around her step-mom's well toned thighs and pulled herself up until the older woman's butt was touching her shoulders. Her little hands snaked around from the top and spread the oozing folds. Just for a moment she eyed the second vulva she'd had an opportunity to examine. A puddle of milky cream obscured the entry to Ester's vagina. Above that the inner labia she was stretching outward converged to form a cone which her tutor had taught her was called a hood. Becky could see how it got the name. The conical shape was very reminiscent of the head covering her hoodies had. Poking out below was a red nub a little bigger than a breath mint. With the traction she was applying to the mature labia 'the little man in the boat' was standing straight up and pointing at her. It was a consolation to the teen that Ester's clitoris was so much smaller than Jodie's. It was still probably twice the size of hers, but proved that there was a range of sizes. The stiff little glans beckoned her and she couldn't resist flicking it with her tongue. Ester's hips jerked wildly; so much so that it took all of Rebecca's strength to hold on. Her tutor had taught her to go slowly—to carefully explore all the nooks and crannies before turning her attention to the ultimate target but something was telling the teen that it was too late for that. 'Maybe the kissing all around on her legs and tummy was a substitute for the slow licking, '' the girl surmised. Intuitively Becky knew that her step-mom was on the very brink. Ester had entirely lost connection to reality. She could not really even recall who's hot breath was washing over her widely spread vulva. All she knew is that if she didn't gat release soon she would lose her mind. "Oh fuck ... Oh my God ... please!" She clarified her ambiguous plea by grabbing the girl's hair and pulling the teenager's face toward her urgent need. Rebecca did not resist. She tried to remember her lesson but instinct and the heat of the moment blurred her thoughts. She was just licking and sucking as fast as she could as the hands on the back of her head mashed her face harder and harder into the squishy slippery sweet flesh. Her step-mother's fingers dug almost painfully into her scalp and the muscular thighs slammed shut on the sides of her head. Rebecca heard the older woman's squeals of ecstasy muffled by the legs that held her as if she were in a vise. Her head had become one with Ester's pelvic floor and she rode the thrashing jerking movements for what seemed like minutes. The pressure on her head finally released and the teen was afforded more operating room. Rebecca was stunned by the amount of juice that seemed to be everywhere and still flowing from her victim's vagina. Savoring the sweet ambrosia she was collecting as much as she could when Ester's hands grabbed her head again. "Oh God honey no," the older woman begged twitching violently. Her post orgasmic pussy needed at least a moment or two to recover. She pulled on her step-daughter, encouraging the girl up from between her slippery thighs. Becky willingly moved up, laying her pussy juice smeared face against her father's second wife's heavy mature breast. The teen felt the slightly deflated but still prominent nipple against her cheek. The frequency of the older woman's twitches was decreasing and she could hear the pounding heart through the plushness of the big tit gradually returning to normal. "Who are you going to get?" the cuddled little girl asked in a matter of fact tone. Reminded of the commitment that she'd made in the throes of urgent sexual need, Ester felt her stomach knot. Her first reaction was to find a way to talk the thirteen year old out of it. She feared the loss of trust almost as much as she worried about the consequences of fulfilling the teen's hunger. "We'll see honey," she eventually gave the noncommittal reply, but with her mind now in turmoil she wasn't able to recapture the post orgasmic buzz. Kelly was sitting in the back seat of her limo with the magnificent sound system playing Mozart which was her favorite way to relax. Hector had told her to stand-by; he'd have a passenger for her soon. Comfortably reclining on the butter soft leather, the cool relative darkness of the underground parking seemed like an oasis in twenty-four-seven desert gambling Mecca. Her uniform jacket and hat hung from one of the forward hooks leaving her in her starched white blouse and dark blue skirt that was only slightly shorter than fashionable. She had great legs and this job wouldn't be financially viable if it weren't for the tips. Flashing customers lots of leg and an occasional glimpse of panties, when the opportunity presented, improved her compensation significantly. Speaking of panties, the crotch was quite visible in her current rather un-lady-like position; her back up against the arm rest, knees bent and bare feet flat on the leather seat. Her uniform skirt fell back from her thighs and lay across her hip bones. Running into Ester yesterday had started her reminiscing. She'd gone to bed last night and masturbated herself to sleep recalling the intensely satisfying sex she'd enjoyed with the stunning redhead all those years ago. It had all started so innocently. She was going to UNLV studying drama. Everyone told her she had what it took to be an actress so she'd decided to give it a shot. She knew in high school that she had the sex drive of minx, and that she preferred to be with women. It was perfectly natural for her to hook-up with her second year room-mate. Kelly's honey locks and fair skin contrasted with Christine's dark brown hair and swarthy complexion. A couple of months into the semester, after a particularly torrid lovemaking session, Chrissie had confessed that she had a part time job putting on sex shows. She seemed quite embarrassed by it but told Kelly that the pay was fabulous and she only worked two or three parties a month to cover all of her school expenses which left her free to study and have fun the rest of the time. Kelly recalled being jealous right away. She had two waitressing jobs that didn't pay shit and was working part time in the university bookstore to make ends meet. She had no time for a social life or fun and had taken to popping bennies just to be alert enough to do her required reading and homework. It was only a couple of weeks later that Chrissie had asked if she'd be willing to do a show with her. It was a typical show for a group of conventioneers who wanted to see a lesbian tableau. Kelly asked what was involved and was told that they'd basically do their normal stuff except they'd be in the middle of a big room surrounded by mostly drunken men. Chrissie told her that she'd get a thousand dollars for the show and if she wanted to give a couple of blow jobs afterward she could easily double or even triple that. Kelly remembered being so shocked and scared that at first she'd said no but the next day as she was sitting at the back of the local greasy spoon massaging her aching feet she had second thoughts. She worked all month, three jobs, and even with tips barely cleared what she could make doing the same thing she did regularly with her dark haired room mate for free. She went back to her girlfriend and agreed to do the show but expressly declined on any of the extracurricular activities. She did a few shows with Chrissie and met Bill, the guy who introduced himself as a talent scout and agent, but in fact was just a slightly less sleazy pimp. It was Bill who pitched the soirée with some rich geezer named Preston and his girlfriend. She'd made it clear that she wasn't going to do the old man and when she was assured that she wouldn't have to she accepted the job. The performing arts major hadn't anticipated becoming so attached to a customer. It only happened half a dozen, maybe seven times over about a three month period but she was very sad when she stopped getting those bookings. Then heard that old man Preston had fallen on some hard times and Ester had moved on to greener pastures. When she saw her yesterday at the airport she understood just how green those pastures were. Bill continued to hook her up through college and she reluctantly agreed to do a few guys, and hated it. After graduation she took her degree and her fabulous body to the coast in search of fame and fortune. After five years of tiny bit parts mostly menial work just so she could eat, she, like ninety plus percent of aspiring starlets gave up and went home. Should could have gone into porn but she knew there was no keeping that discrete and it would have killed her aging and ailing parents. Back in Vegas she reconnected with Bill but made it clear that she was only interested in lesbian assignments. Her age, once she passed thirty, became a factor. That along with the very narrow scope of sexual activity she'd agree to crimped her earnings severely. The limo gig gave her a pretty comfortable and steady income and her ever less frequent calls from Bill made a nice supplement. It was ironic that she found herself almost in competition with her kid sister. Jodie had a couple of huge advantages over her. Number one was her age. At seven years younger she was still in her twenties—if only just barely. Her adorable baby sister, who could have been her twin if it weren't for the age difference, had no qualms about gender. Men, women, both together—it was all good as long as the price was right. Kelly always felt that there was something inherently unfair about it since she'd taught Jodie from the start. The lesbian Call Girl turned driver chose to not remember how little sis had coerced her way back when. If only her sexual repertoire was a little more diverse, maybe she could get a shot at the brass ring the way Ester had. Her day dream had come full circle and she was once again envisioning her arms around the redheads thighs, her face buried in the succulent sweetness between those sculpted legs. Kelly's hand automatically began to caress the plumpness of her mons thought the silk crotch of her white lace panties. 'Just to pass the time, ' she thought as the intensity of the tingling increased. Ester welcomed the distraction of the ringing telephone and she was shocked by the voice and the words she heard when she picked it up. "I have what you asked for ma'm," Egan said in his usual rich clear self-assured voice. The casino owner was speechless. She glanced at the clock beside the phone. 'It's not even noon ... how could he have gotten what I wanted in less than twelve hours?' "Uh ... uh, that's great," she muttered shrugging her step-daughter off her chest and sitting up naked on the side of the bed. "How would do you want me to deliver it?" the Security Director queried. "I'll come down to your office. Give me an hour," she said rising to her feet. "As you wish," Egan acknowledged and broke the connection. Forty-five minutes later Ester was in the private elevator traveling down at gut wrenching speed toward the staff area below the casino floor. She wasn't sure to what she should attribute the butterflies swarming in her belly. 'He always makes me just a little uneasy, ' she thought as she rapped on the office door. There was something mysterious and sort of dangerous about the man charged with keeping everyone in line. The red haired heiress couldn't deny that there was a sexual edge to the nervousness. There were two other things gnawing in her belly. The first was the reason she was there—the reason she'd enlisted the intimidating man's help, and the second was the nagging problem her commitment to Rebecca had created. "It's open," a rich tenor voice announced from inside the office. Taking a deep breath to quell the turbulence Ester opened the door and entered Egan's office. She commanded herself to focus as her Security Director rose from his chair politely. Coming out from behind the desk to take her hand he hoped the twitch in the front of his suit pants wouldn't be noticed. There was nothing especially sexy about the smart pleated skirt or the tunic style blouse his boss wore, but the red head's sheer beauty sent out something like a cloud of sensuality. The grip of the small delicate manicured hand was surprisingly firm when they shook. Even the fluid graceful way the casino owner took a seat was poetry in motion. In a world where physical beauty—natural and man-made—was not hard to find, Missus Winston distinguished herself in ways that couldn't be described. "What do you have for me?" the chief executive of the hotel casino got right to the point. "It seems Mister Brisbane isn't as squeaky clean as he'd have everybody believe," Egan started by opening his notebook. "His personal finances are not as neat and stable as they appear on the surface. He's been doing some money laundering that would definitely interest the feds." "Can we prove it ... get him disbarred or something?" Ester probed. "Probably," Egan agreed, "but would that serve your purpose? His replacement might be even less cooperative." Ester considered for a moment and then agreed. Pushing Brisbane out served no purpose unless she could choose his successor. "Maybe we could elicit his cooperation by threatening to expose him," the casino CEO proposed. "Mister Brisbane has an even dirtier little secret," the Security Director revealed. Ester's beautifully shaped eyebrows went up in anticipation. "He likes young women ... very young women." "You mean girls?" Ester interpreted sitting a little forward on the chair. Egan nodded with a sardonic smile. "How do you know that? Is there any evidence?" "Just the word of an informant of mine," Egan reported regretfully. "Maybe if I had more time—" "I need to get leverage on this guy very quickly," Ester interrupted. They sat there looking in each other's direction but in fact their eyes were more or less disconnected. Wheels were spinning inside both of their heads. "We could set him up ... here in the hotel," the devious chief of security offered. "I've got very effective video surveillance all over this complex." Ester's heart skipped a beat, "Even in my suite?" she ventured. It was Egan's turn to feel his stomach knot. 'She doesn't know.' "Yes," he confessed trying not to cringe waiting for her reaction. The tingle that enveloped the luscious red head was scary and delightful. A blur of things she'd done in that apartment flashed through her mind. The closet-exhibitionist in her was getting an electrified thrill. The most recent and probably the dirtiest of the sexcapades she'd had in the owner's suite leapt to the forefront. Little more than an hour ago her thirteen year old step-daughter had been eating her pussy; and the night before the three of them—the shudder flowed through her and collected directly between her legs. Ester squeezed her thighs together as her pulse quickened. Had Egan seen those wicked trysts? The connections her mind was making were more like a pinball than a logical train of thought. She felt she was continuing on Charles' work by gaining control of the casino—it was what he'd wanted—so she felt compelled to accomplish it in tribute to the man who had left her so fabulously wealthy. She had an obligation to Rebecca, his daughter, to not only guard, but wherever possible to extend his empire. Becky wanted to experiment with a man. Ted Brisbane had a taste for under aged girls. A rendezvous in her hotel suite could be recorded and used to control the shyster. It was like killing two birds with one stone. The compulsive need to gain control of the gambling establishment superceded and eclipsed the depravity of what she was contemplating. "I have a plan," Ester informed the contemplative man behind the desk as she rose. "Leave the arrangements to me," the heiress instructed as she opened the office door. "You just make sure that those cameras are rolling." On the way up in the elevator details of the scheme began to fall into place. She didn't see Becky when she entered the suite. Checking her directory she dialed Ted Brisbane's office. The sweet almost child-like voice of his receptionist came as no surprise. Ester could imagine the mini skirted, fresh out of high school, office girl as she waited to be connected to her boss. Just in passing she wondered if he was fucking the neophyte or only drooling over her. "Hello Ester ... to what do I owe the unexpected pleasure," the silver tongued shylock oozed. "I was wondering if we could meet this afternoon," the Chairwoman suggested. "I have some proposals to make at the next Board meeting and I'd like to get your thoughts before I do." "I'm in the office all afternoon ... what time did you have in mind?" "Actually I was hoping that you could stop by my suite at the hotel. There are some illustrative materials that I'd prefer not to have to pack up and lug across town." The pregnant pause had Ester's heart in her throat. "I think I can manage that," the lawyer finally agreed, to her profound relief. "Wonderful," the deceitful redhead gushed hoping she didn't sound too enthusiastic. "Shall we say two-ish?" "Fine," Ted responded and she heard the sound of a keyboard in the background as he presumably updated his schedule. 'Label this meeting: I blow a load and blow my future at the same time, ' she thought as she hung up. She found her step-daughter in the second bedroom on her tummy and holding herself up on her elbows reading. The teen was still wearing the skin tight shorts set that had overwhelmed her a few hours before. The impossibly round pubescent butt cleaved by the seam of the pink shorts. Ester ignored the flutter in her pussy—there was work to be done. Evidently sensing her step-mom's arrival Rebecca flipped over onto her back so she could make eye contact with her guardian. The frontal view with its perfectly defined camel toe and squished little boobies was even more appealing. Sitting on the edge of the girl's bed she stroked the dark blonde hair from the teenager's face and whispered, "I have a man coming over in a couple of hours who would be more than happy to introduce you to his equipment." Rebecca's face lit up and she popped to her knees. "Do you really mean it ... no kidding?" the teen scanned the older woman's face for signs of a hoax. "I'm serious," Ester assured resulting in the pubescent arms clutching her around the neck tight enough to be a strangle hold. "Mommy you're the best," Becky squealed as the redhead endeavored to pry the juvenile arms loose so she could breathe. "Now listen ... before you get too excited let me explain." The girl rocked back onto her haunches preparing to be disappointed. "He's coming over but he doesn't actually know why," Ester began her explanation. "He's really into young girls but he might be nervous or reluctant at first. He thinks he's coming over to meet with me about some casino business ... but I'm going to be out when he arrives on another urgent matter that's come up suddenly ... do you understand?" "I have to seduce him," Rebecca smiled as if she'd just opened the present of her dreams. "Do you think you can handle that?" Ester tried to see through the glee, to see if the teenaged nymph really understood what she was getting into. Rebecca's expression turned more thoughtful and she replied, "Uh ... I ... I think so." Stroking the silky blonde hair again, the older woman said, "Why don't you go and take a nice relaxing bubble bath. And when you come out I'll help you get ready and give you a few pointers ... okay?" "Uh-huh," the teen agreed bouncing herself off the bed. Ester heard the water running into the tub as she went to find the phone number Jodie had given her the night before. |