Hunger, Chapter 11

by Jackie

Kelly's head was spinning. As the thought of what the girl might say she was carried her further toward the point where consciousness could suddenly evaporate. The anxiety had settled in her pelvis.

'What's she going to say... ? I didn't force her to lick my ass, I didn't even suggest it ... not really ... she did it of her own free will.'

A combination of the stress and recollection of the encounter just a few hours earlier was generating an erotic response which, not surprisingly, centered in her anus.

Seconds ticked by as the casino owner looked from one to the other.

'Know each other... ? Hmmm... ' Rebecca thought 'Does performing anilingus mean that you know someone?'

They were saved by the bell, or in this case the knock. Becky didn't hesitate. At the sound of the knuckles on the suite's entrance door she scampered across the room to open it.

A man wheeled the elegantly appointed dining table into the open space in the salon. The white china and heavy silverware stood out in contrast to the rich burgundy of the fine linen tablecloth and intricately folded napkins. Crystal stemware demarked each of the three place settings.

"I took the liberty of ordering a Chateaubriand, I hope that's alright ... you do still eat beef, don't you?" Ester queried their guest.

"Yes," Kelly croaked amazed that she was able to utter a sound.

"Good! Maurice does such a magnificent job with this dish I know you're going to love it!"

Kelly was so relieved at the change of subject that she'd have been delighted at being told they were having boiled rat.

"Shall I serve it now madam," the steward asked.

"Yes George, that'll be fine," Ester gave he consent.

"Chef D'Angelo has chosen two wines that you might enjoy with your meal, but I can have another brought up immediately if they're not to you liking."

The waiter produced two bottles from the shelf unit that formed the table's base. Somehow he managed to present both bottles label up across his serving cloth covered left forearm, holding the bottle necks in the fingers of his right hand.

"I have a burgundy and a pinot noir," he announced waiting patiently.

"The Saint Julien burgundy if you please George."

"Excellent, that was the chef's first choice as well. I have a two-thousand and a two-thousand and five."

"They're both very good years ... the two-thousand I think," Ester decided.

Stowing the other wine in the custom compartment under the table George proceeded to uncork the two hundred dollar a bottle wine blend. He handed the cork the casino owner and waited for her approval.

There was a small pang of remorse in Ester's heart as she inhaled the musty, somewhat nutty fragrance. This of course had always been her late husband's responsibility and although he had taught her well there was a lump in her throat as she nodded her approval to the steward.

George poured about an ounce in one of the wine goblets and handed it to the luscious redhead. Even the totally gay waiter couldn't help appreciating her beauty.

After a swirl and a sniff Ester gingerly tasted the deep red liquid. There was no doubt about the delightful flavor of the vintage; it was only this particular bottle that was circumspect.

While the intercourse between the waiter and the casino owner was taking place, Kelly looked on with equal measures of jealousy and anticipation. She was no stranger to the elegant surroundings but she did wish that she could feel a sense of belonging.

In her past experience with this world of luxurious extravagance she'd always felt like a visitor—one of the hired help—no better than the man serving the food. This occasion was a little different.

She became aware of the teen's eyes on her but didn't return the gaze. The chauffeur monitored the youngster's look with her peripheral vision. Rebecca's procacious smile had shifted to one of supplication.

'What is she asking for?' the blonde wondered, 'forgiveness ... reciprocation?'

The thought of having an encounter with the young heiress where they could both exercise their prurient tastes sent a shiver down her spine.

The steward had poured the wine, and then extracted the large covered dish from the heated compartment in the table's base. Ester and Kelly continued to sip their scotch as the man in the white waistcoat and tuxedo pants served up the small roast. The vegetables and potatoes were arranged on the plates with the skill of an artist. By the time the garnishes and sauce were masterfully applied the meals looked almost too good to eat. It seemed a shame to destroy the creation. The truly incredible part was the speed with which it all came together.

George pulled out a chair and there was no question in the minds of the diners who it was for. Ester took her place and the waiter assisted by sliding the chair into position under the table. Kelly took the next chair that was offered and the process repeated, leaving Rebecca for last.

"May I be of any further service madam," the steward enquired once they were all seated.

"No George you've done a superior job," Ester complimented.

"Thank you m'am. If you should require anything I will be standing by in the kitchen," he informed with a bow and left the three women to their repast.

The mouthwatering aroma overcame their admiration of the presentation.

"Oh my God!" Kelly exclaimed after her first forkful. "This is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted,"

"I told you Maurice was a master at this," Ester responded recalling how she'd been shocked at what Charles was paying the renowned chef.

'He's worth every penny, ' she concluded as the best of the best cut of beef, perfectly prepared, melted in her mouth.

Dinner conversation was sparse, light and eclectic.

Rebecca nursed her half glass of wine through the meal. The older women killed the bottle of fine burgundy.

They finished nearly simultaneously. Ester's and Kelly's plates looked as though they barely needed to be washed. Rebecca's on the other hand still had the original quantity of vegetables pushed to the side. Her step-mother noted the aversive behaviour but decided not to address it while they had company.

"Shall we retire to more comfortable seats?" the heiress suggested rising from the table.

On cue the chauffeur and the teenager followed suit.

Moving toward the couch Ester paused at the table holding the silver tray with the liquor on it.

"Cognac?" She offered.

Kelly didn't have to think twice before accepting. Even though she'd already had her quota the opportunity to enjoy the best of everything was just too tempting.

Ester, who was a full serving of scotch ahead of her guest, noticed the alcohol induced fuzziness in her vision as she poured a healthy quantity of the fragrant brandy into the snifters.

'I've got cause to celebrate, ' the Chairwoman excused her overindulgence as she handed the glass uniquely shaped for its purpose to her guest.

Each cradling the bowl of the snifter in their respective palms they swirled the aromatic caramel colored liquid and inhaled the sweet-nutty vapors. The fumes entering their bloodstream via their lungs accentuated and added to the levels of intoxicant that had already arrived via their digestive tract.

They weren't drunk but they certainly couldn't have passed a sobriety test either.

Ester at one end of the couch and Kelly at the other Rebecca took the facing arm chair. The older women talked and occasionally tried to involve Becky but the teen found it boring. It wasn't long before her eyes began to droop. Rising from the chair she announced that she was going to bed.

"Sleep well sweetheart," her step-mother said as they exchanged a fleeting good night kiss.

"She's quite a girl," Kelly said meaningfully as the teen disappeared around the corner and into the hallway that led to her room.

"She certainly is," Ester emphatically agreed.

'I remember when Jodie was that age ... how curious she was, ' the blonde mused before taking another sip of cognac.

The turbulent feelings in her pelvis had been dormant during dinner but now flared when her mind reviewed not the events as much as the spectacular pleasure sensations she'd enjoyed with her sister. Seamlessly her memory fast forwarded to the staff locker room earlier that day.

At the time it happened she'd thought that the girl was much older, and just didn't look her age. For some reason the knowledge that the young woman who'd so willingly performed anilingus was in fact as young as she looked, and Ester's step-daughter as well, made her anus twitch even more.

Physiological needs were beginning to erode her discretion, already diminished by the alcohol. The chauffeur had accepted the dinner invitation with hope of continuing the encounter she'd had with her former client in less than ideal confines of the limousine. The presence of the youngster dashed those hopes. Now it appeared that there might be an opportunity after all.

A full belly, half a glass of wine, and nothing to hold her interest had really zapped Rebecca's energy. She stripped the dress, which was her only clothing, over her head and virtually collapsed on her bed. A moment later she was in dreamland.

Kelly couldn't shake the memory of the encounter in the shower room. Ester was talking enthusiastically about her plans for the hotel-casino but the Call Girl turned chauffeur found her mind wandering.

The teenager wouldn't have come up with the idea of tonguing her asshole without some prior experience. I just wasn't an intuitive thing to do.

'She's probably had sex before ... but with whom?'

The blonde once again quickly concluded that the teen had been with another woman just because of how automatically the girl had turned the potentially innocent request to dry her into an erotic interlude. Would the average pubescent girl so immediately and readily begin sexually touching another female? She thought not.

There was a lull in the conversation; or more precisely in her host's dissertation on her expansion plans. Kelly drew the conversation back to the recently departed youngster.

"Rebecca's really at a wonderful age," Kelly commented, studying her red haired friend's reaction.

The casino owner nodded as she took another sip of her cognac.

"So curious ... so full of questions, trying to find herself ... to understand how it all fits together, and what her place is," the chauffeur continued.

Ester's mind wandered to the reason Becky was there in the first place; how she'd all but been kicked out of school for experimenting. The encounter she'd interrupted with the beautiful young Call Girl—Kelly's sister—naturally followed. How she'd lost control and done what, at the time, should have been unthinkable.

It was the woman at the other end of the couch who'd put her in touch with those desires ten years ago. And it was seeing her again in front of the hotel after the limo ride from the airport that had rekindled the needs. In some ways everything that followed with her step-daughter was because of her.

There might have been regrets—wishing she'd handled things differently—but if they were there at all they were deeply buried. The feeling that emerged was the same sexual desire and longing for closeness that she'd given up in favor of material wealth. Just for an instant the heiress wondered,

'If Charles was alive would I have an affair with this woman? And if I did would it be out of lust or out of love?'

The thoughts and feelings cascaded in the blink of an eye; unfiltered in her uninhibited brain. She couldn't hide from the fact that the ten years in the loveless relationship were of her own doing. She'd always been willing to pay the price for the material wealth. Now through no doing of hers she was free. Free to revel in the lust or to go deeper.

Scant seconds had passed but evidently her face was displaying her introspective mood.

"Hey are you still with me?" Kelly asked reaching out to touch her host's arm.

There was nothing erotic in the blonde's touch—there shouldn't have been—it was all in the widow's mind. Ester's thoughts and feelings seemed to manifest in her eyes and her facial expression. Their eyes met and Ester knew. Kelly's discrete little smile bathed her like the glow from a heat lamp.

"Remember when you were curious?" the ex-Call Girl whispered as she slipped the neat bow out of the wraparound's tie lace.

Ester did not reply. There really seemed little need for words at that moment. Kelly laid the dress open exposing the black lace underwear.

"Oh my God darling ... you're just as magnificent as ever," Kelly sighed running her hand over the creamy upper slopes of the heiress's up lifted breasts.

The blonde's fingers felt as hot as a branding iron on the relatively cool skin of her chest.

Kelly had risen up on her knees. Kneeling on the couch freed both hands to release the catch between the redhead's breasts. Deprived of their support the heavy white melons pulled the cups down and apart. The chauffeur peeled the lace cups away revealing the whole of the stunning boobs, including their drink coaster sized light pink areolas.

Ester was finding it hard to get enough air in anticipation of what was coming. She glanced at her seductress's face and saw the admiration in her eyes, then turned her attention back to her own chest. The chauffeur stroked gently and slowly on the outer bulge of her full breasts before applying some upward and inward pressure. The soft little fingers made impression in the pliable flesh and the peach colored lacquer on Kelly's moderate length thumb nail contrasted with the pale pinkness of her host's areolas as it began to trace the outer edge of the large puffy sensitive circle.

How long had it been since anyone had paid such tender loving attention to her breasts? Charles pawed and kneaded them when they had sex but he never stroked them in this tender, almost reverent way.

A little sound escaped the redhead's throat with each exhale of her rapid breathing. Kelly's thumb nail caught on the darker pink button projecting from the center of the puckering pink circles. The sharpness of the hard peach colored nail snagged the nipple which seemed to double in size almost instantly. The sensation was in that inexplicable realm where minor pain was pleasure. The erotic signals flowed through the dedicated conduit that connected the swelling nubbin on the center of her tit to her throbbing tumescent clitoris.

The involuntary sounds Ester was making grew louder as Kelly alternated the hard sharpness of her nail with a rolling action using the soft pad of her thumb.

The heiress reached around behind her blonde lover but her hands were shaking too badly to disengage the hook at the top of her strapless dress. Kelly reached back over her own shoulders and slipped the fastener loose and then continued by pulling the zipper down as far as her flexible arms would permit.

Ester's hands went to her abandoned tits to staunch the tingling yearning feeling left by the blonde's caress. She mashed and squeezed her squishy melons as the kneeling woman reversed her arms and, reaching up her back, pulling the zipper tab all the way down. With nothing holding it in place the top of the chauffeur's cocktail dress fell onto the thighs.

Freed from their confinement her breasts begged for immediate attention. Kelly mimicked the squeezing kneading actions of her partner but added her own twist. Gripping her nipple between her thumb and the first knuckle of her index finger she tugged the rubbery pegs outward hard enough to lift the considerable weight of her tits off her ribs. Her eyes flickered and she grunted as the pleasure pulse slammed into her crotch.

Placing her hands on the armrest of the couch, either side of the flaming red hair, she leaned forward and ever so gently brushed her lips over the reclining woman's gasping mouth. As Ester reached up and entwined her fingers in the honey blonde mane she felt the inch long reddish brown dug on Kelly's pendulous breast drag sensuously over her pale pink areola. Their nipples fenced for an instant before Ester pulled the kneeling woman to her, mashing their mouths together hard enough to clank teeth.

Soft lips sucking and tongues exploring Ester realized that she'd forgotten what a passionate kiss from another woman felt like. The sensuous meeting of their mouths when Kelly arrived now seemed like a tease—a tiny morsel that only primed her for more. The yearning in her other erogenous zones was almost eclipsed by the head spinning dizziness her dinner guest's mouth was causing.

In an amazing display of self-control Kelly pulled away. Gasping as much from neglecting to breathe as from arousal, the blonde, kneeling upright once more panted,

"We should go to your bedroom ... in case ... in case your daughter wakes up."

It took a second or two for the responsible suggestion to work its way through the alcohol and sexually charged haze that clouded the heiress's perception.

Kelly stood up and pushed the strapless cocktail dress over her womanly hips and backside until it fell to the floor. It was a random and somewhat absurd observation that the orangey pink thong that came into view was nearly the same color as the blonde's nail varnish.

The word daughter sounded foreign. Ester was struggling with the concept that there was a girl in the next room—barely a teenager—who called her mom when the former Call Girl pulled her to her feet. She was conscious of the open lace bra and wraparound dress flapping slightly as the blonde took her by the hand and towed her toward the privacy of her bedroom. Kelly led her all the way to the side of the bed before releasing her hand and turning to face her.

Looking into the seductress's clear blue eyes the widow searched the blonde's soul as the dress and bra straps were pushed back off her shoulders. The garments fell behind her and she was left with only the black lace thong covering her mons. It made them even in terms of clothing—or lack of it.

Eyes locked, they explored each other's lust and prayed for something more but at that moment the physical need outweighed the emotional.

Breasts and mouths mashed together in the standing position. Ester leveraged the blonde on to the bed. They lay crossways on the king size bed kissing all over each other's face and neck, while their bodies, naked save the tiny thongs, were pressed together.

Ester's arousal had reached a steady hum between her legs. Occasionally when Kelly would lick her neck or stick her tongue in the redhead's ear, she felt a jolt that made her whole body twitch. It wasn't the physical sensations that were making the casino owner dizzy. She felt closeness and caring from her sex partner that felt so wonderful and so deep that it almost transcended the sexual feelings. She couldn't know (could anyone ever?) if Kelly felt the same connection but if she didn't the ex-Call Girl would have made and incredible actress.

Neither knew how long they were hugging and kissing. Time had ceased to matter. Eventually Kelly slid down and began tugging at the waist ribbon of the black thong. The heiress willingly moved her hips to facilitate the removal.

"You have such a perfect pussy," the blonde kneeling over her said, running her finger tips over the engorged pinkness of the redhead's pudenda with its slightly protruding inner treasures.

The extraordinarily fair skin of the mons and plump outer lips glowed with the heat of arousal. The swollen rosy hue was broken only by the closely cropped tuft of auburn hair above the leaky crease.

"I see you've kept it shaved like I showed you," Kelly remarked continuing her feather-light caress.

The comment stirred the memory of the Call Girl giving her, her first pubic coiffeur.

'Never shave it all off, ' she'd advised back in the day. 'You need just a little left to prove that you're a natural redhead.'

Ester had followed the advice implicitly.

The widow suddenly felt very selfish. It was not a feeling she had often. Once she'd married Charles she virtually always carried a feeling of entitlement. There were always people to do things for her—that was their job; their reason for being there in the first place. As the gorgeous blonde stroked her lower body Ester was overcome with the need to give—to return the pleasure the chauffeur had given her in the back of the limo. The realization that she hadn't reciprocated spurred her to act.

Kelly looked surprised when her host got to her knees effectively ending what the ex-Call Girl had planned as a prelude to cunniligus. The shove was quite forceful, perhaps even more forceful than the casino owner intended. Kelly bounced on the soft yet firm bed. The next thing she knew her host was pulling off her panties in a rough demanding way. The redhead's suddenly forceful actions thrilled her. In most of her sexual encounters she was the leader, the aggressive one. Being in the submissive role cast a different light on the situation; as if it wasn't already unusual enough.

The stretchy coral colored thong zipped down her long tanned legs and over her feet in a flash. Ester roughly forced her legs apart. Kelly did not resist although the uncharacteristically demanding behaviour scared her just a little. It was a side of the heiress that she'd never seen and she couldn't help wondering how far the flaming redhead might go. It was practically the antithesis of the loving embrace they'd been sharing just moments ago.

During the long necking session Kelly had been trying to come to grips with her feelings. Their relationship began as a professional one. She was hired to make love to the stunning redhead by her very wealthy voyeuristic boyfriend—by force if necessary. Force had never been Kelly's preferred style and she soon found that her client's girlfriend was susceptible to her natural tender loving style.

As a sex trade worker she knew that becoming emotionally attached to a client—or in this case a client's surrogate—was very dangerous. She was a novice herself at the time, and although she fought the impulses she still had to play the loving caring role that made the show work for the wealthy client.

It was a dichotomy.

Kelly likened it to acting and thought that her college courses should have allowed her to maintain the separation between the part she was playing and her real self—she was pretty sure it hadn't worked. What might have happened if circumstances and Ester's relentless pursuit of her goal hadn't intervened would forever be relegated to the conjecture always surrounding the road not taken.

They had parted abruptly without an opportunity for closure. The fork in the road had taken them in different directions, but now that their paths had crossed again, all of the baggage from the original relationship had to be opened and examined.

'Do I love her, or do I love her wealth and status?' the prone woman with the widely spread legs pondered—but only for a moment.

Kelly's dribbling vulva had cooled from its exposure to the hotel suite's air. When the casino owner's hot sucking mouth was applied to her womanhood the reclining blonde's capacity for logical thought was decimated. The intensity and suddenness of the sensory input blasted the conundrum right out of her mind.

It would have been reasonable for her to be prepared for the assault but being distracted by the big picture blinded her to the immediate. She wasn't able to even mute the shriek.

Rebecca jumped at the loud noise. At first she wasn't sure if she'd really heard it, or if it was part of her dream. The dream laden haze lifted enough for her to conclude that the sound belonged to the real world. In the silence of the hotel suite she picked up the steady series of grunts even though they were at a much lower volume. She recognized the sounds engendered by sexual pleasure although she was still too foggy to localize them.

In her dream she was back in the shower room with the naked blonde epitome of feminine perfection. This time the chauffeur was doing things to her. She dreamt that she was lying on the bench in front of the shower stall with the maid's uniform skirt pulled up onto her tummy. The honey blonde was between her legs sucking and licking her girlhood. Her recollection of what Jodie had done to her filled in the details; she'd just substituted one sister for the other.

Rebecca wanted to go back to the dream, but it wasn't like hitting the pause button on a DVD player. When the spell was broken by the loud shriek the reverie was lost. Her rational mind wasn't fully awake but her libido and curiosity were.

Padding naked the short distance to her step-mother's room she stood in the door way for a moment while her sleepy head tried to grasp what she was seeing.

The main thing presented to her was Ester's fine ass sticking in the air. Either side of the mature toned ass were the shins of the chauffeur. The blonde who'd invited her into the staff shower room had her knees pointed at the ceiling the kneeling woman's multi-toned red hair completely covered the reclining woman's pudendum. Kelly's expression was that grimace so easily mistaken for agony, but the teen in the doorway knew otherwise.

The blonde's hands were working her tits squeezing and pulling almost viciously. The grunts and moans that had kept Becky from resuming her erotic dream were getting louder and more frequent.

Rebecca's eyes returned to the most prominent part of the display.

Ester's well toned thighs were wide enough apart to provide the girl with a tantalizing view of the reddish pink gash she'd enjoyed licking about twelve hours ago. The thirteen year old's hunger to learn about female genitalia had not really begun to be satiated. She would have loved to have done a more thorough inspection that morning but she was on a mission at the time. Her actions and timing were dictated by her step-mom's responses. Now, on the other hand, the red head was fully invested in pleasuring their dinner guest. Rebecca seized the opportunity.

Crouching behind Ester she gently began separating the slippery folds reviewing the anatomy lesson she'd received from the young Call Girl. She noted the clitoris poking out from under its hood. She knew the affect of stimulating the red nubbin but that wasn't her intention. This exploration was not directed at making her step-mother orgasm; it was an expansion and review of her lesson.

Ester felt the fluttery sensations between her legs. She should have been nervous, or at least curious to know who was playing with her pussy, but she was far too engrossed in pleasuring her dinner guest. She was glad for the stimulation that eased the persistent needy throbbing—or did it?

The stimulation was too light she needed something more—something harder. Thrusting her hips back toward the exploring fingers wasn't a conscious decision, it was a reflex out of her need.

Rebecca was surprised when the flooded gash pushed toward her very quickly. She hadn't thought about penetration, about what lay beyond the fascinating outer flesh, what was inside.

When Ester's hips thrust back three of her fingers breached the opening and she found them inside her step-mother's steaming channel. It came as a shock; there seemed to be so much room in there.

Feeling around the flooded channel the crouching girl became increasingly curious about the previously ignored female parts. Ester's hips had begun a rhythmic rocking, plunging the three very small teenaged fingers in and out of her cunt. The velvety hot slipperiness felt so good that Becky added her fourth finger and then her thumb.

Her step-mom's slurpy sounding grunts and groans became louder as Rebecca's whole hand was swallowed up by the older woman's mature vagina. The fact that her little hand still wasn't filling the interior space amazed the inquisitive teen. The sensation of her mom's inner labia flexing back and forth on her wrist was riveting. Each stroke of the red head's hips pulled the adolescent fingers nearly clear of the older woman's vulva only to be plunged back in by a stroke in the opposite direction.

When her fingers were nearly all the way out Rebecca made a fist. When Ester thrust back onto it a guttural cry bubbled through Kelly's effluent. The redhead's stroke shortened and quickened humping the teenager's fist.

It was the first time since Charles had passed that she had that full feeling. Something deep inside responded. The size of the thing embedded in her cunt now mattered. She absorbed the glorious sensations but never lost connection with her squirming partner.

She sensed that Kelly's orgasm was close and all of a sudden so was hers. She held back with Herculean effort. As soon as the blonde chauffeur's hips began to heave she welcomed her own release.

Screaming while sucking and licking and thrusting herself onto the unseen and unknown object of impalement, Ester buried her face in the blonde's clean shaven muff.

Rebecca, who really wasn't doing much except keeping her arm rigid, watched as the older women trashed in sexual ecstasy. She wasn't jealous—more just transfixed by the spectacle.

Ester collapsed to the side extracting the teen's arm from her vagina. She was on he back beside the spent chauffeur.

Looking at the older women the teen thought that they looked a bit comical. Ester's head on Kelly's shoulder and Kelly's head on Ester's head both wearing the 'cat that swallowed the canary' grin.

Rebecca began licking off the coating of pussy juice that her step-mother had deposited halfway up to her elbow. The vaginal fluid clinging to her hand was so thick that it was almost dripping. She worked at it systematically, like eating and ice cream cone on a hot day.

"Where are going tomorrow night?" Kelly asked in a tiny voice tinged with regret.

"Huh?" Ester replied sounding half asleep.

"You said you were leaving after the Board Meeting—"

"We won't leave until Saturday morning ... it'll be too late," Ester responded, not really answering the question.

"Yeah but where are you going?" the chauffeur persisted.

There was a pause as Ester tried to get her endorphin saturated brain to function.

"I have to get Rebecca back to school, so we'll fly into Milan and take a helicopter to the school. It's near Brinzio almost on the Swiss border."

They both reacted to the deep groan from the teen sitting near their feet. Ester held out her left arm to her step-daughter motioning the girl to join them. Rebecca crawled across the rumpled bedspread and settled into her mother's embrace.

"What's the matter sweetie?" the red head asked stroking the girl's dark blonde hair.

"Do I have to go back there?" the teen moaned pathetically.

"Honey, you need an education."

Even as she said it the widow didn't entirely believe it.

'She needs to learn and understand her father's—mine and her—business ... she won't learn that in the Italian Alps.'

"I'm going to miss you," Kelly rejoined sounding even more pathetic than the teenager.

Ester had been working on the hotel-casino expansion plan when the call had come from the school. At the time Charles' daughter's suspension for violation of school rules seemed like a tempest in a tea pot—an annoying distraction. So much had changed since they'd arrived in Vegas.

She'd been desperately trying to pull herself out of the malaise that she'd descended into after Charles' untimely death. Taking the last project her dearly departed had been working on beyond the concept phase seemed a fitting tribute. Bringing his dream to fruition, as difficult as it might be, seemed the least that she could do to honor his memory. She did not allow herself to think very far into her potentially lonely future.

She could not have imagined in her fitful sleep aboard her jet as they crossed the Atlantic and the U.S. that her scorned step-daughter would be the key to overcoming the main stumbling block to her husband's dream. She'd never dreamed of the reunion with the blonde Call Girl who'd come closer to being the love of her life than any other person alive—or dead.

'Love... '

There was that enigmatic word again.

She looked up at Kelly and recalled the reaction she'd had when she'd first recognized her on their arrival.

'That was lust, ' Ester told herself.

'But can't lust lead to love ... what's the difference? Lust is purely physical but the physical attraction is part of love too. How can lust evolve and take on the more spiritual ethereal... ?'

An idea was taking root.

"Why don't you come with us?"

Ester saw Kelly's woeful expression change instantly to one of surprise. Pushing up so she was almost in a sitting position, but resting her weight on her straight left arm, the blonde looked down on the widow and her daughter.

"Are you serious!" the ex-Call Girl asked hardly believing her ears.

"Of course I am," Ester confirmed. "I would never say something like that as a tease."

"Oh my God!" Kelly blurted and collapsed back onto the bed running her hands through her sandy locks as if to message the incredible opportunity into her brain.

"I'm going to take that for a yes," Ester said laughing at jubilant reaction.

"Can Jodie come too?" Rebecca asked a little timidly.

Ester looked at her step-daughter with her own expression of incredulity. Seeing her step-mom's reluctance she continued.

"She's a teacher you know ... and I was thinking she could teach me ... uh, like home schooling ... then I wouldn't have to go back to that penitentiary."

Hearing her daughter, for whom she had developed deep affection over the last few days, refer to her school as a place of incarceration sent a chill through the stunning red head. The school, about which Ester knew so little, had certainly demonstrated their inflexibility and prudish values by suspending the girl for a kiss.

'I guess it's what Charles wanted for her ... that doesn't make it right ... and he's gone now, she's my responsibility ... I have to decide what's best.'

"What was your major again?" Ester asked the supine chauffeur.

"Dramatic Arts," the blonde replied. "But my minor was English literature."

"And what did Jodie study," she probed.

"Sciences, biology, chemistry, physics ... she wanted to teach high school," Kelly responded.

"My business background, yours in the arts and language, Jodie has sciences that pretty much covers the whole curriculum," Ester thought out loud. "And as an added bonus Jodie has training and experience on teaching techniques ... this could actually work."

A brief rain cloud of doubt passed over.

"Do you think she'd be interested?" Becky's step-mom asked her soon to be live-in partner.

"All I can do is ask," Kelly responded rising from the bed in pursuit of her Blackberry.

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There was no need to jet a third of the way around the world except to return Rebecca to school.

When they determined that it wouldn't be necessary Ester text messaged her pilot the new travel plans. The architects of the casino-hotel renovation were scant miles away. That was Ester's next business stop.

Everything at the Board Meeting had gone exactly as expected. Ted Brisbane looked pretty green around the gills throughout.

Marguerite packed up for them alone while they were down in the dining room having breakfast. On the way to the lobby Ester sent her step-daughter on to the car and made a very short visit to Hector D'Angelo's office.

She handed the untrustworthy General Manager a still photo printed from the video and an envelope. The picture showed him handing the listening devices to the naked maid.

"Everything you're owed is in the envelope," she told him. "I want you off my property within the hour ... the Security Director will make sure that you comply."

Even in full, purposeful and just slightly angry stride the redhead attracted the attention of virtually everyone in the lobby as she made her exit.

She exchanged nods with the man who would see that her orders were carried out. For the next forty minutes or so he was still technically the Security Director; then in his new role Ester had authorized him to clean house.

---

In spite of the sexually fulfilling week he'd had Captain Montgomery couldn't help admiring the way the breeze across the airport tarmac molded the four women's dresses to their delectable bodies. Standing beside the Gulf Stream's open door which was a gangway he greeted his passengers with typical professional courtesy.

"Welcome aboard ladies," he said as they ascended the short steep stair case molded into the inside of the cabin door.

He resisted the urge to glance up at the short skirts as the first three passed but was treated to a ball gripping view of bare ass as he followed the young beach blonde aboard.

Turning from the flight deck toward the luxurious cabin he announced,

"We'll be at L-A-X before lunch," then turned and entered his cockpit to make final preparations.