My name is Luanne...Luanne O'Brien. I guess you can tell by my name that I am Irish, and Irish I am and proud of it too! I was born twenty-seven years ago in Clare County, Ireland...my family moving to Guthrie, Alabama when I was a lass of twelve. My dear father decided on Guthrie because he had an uncle living there and family ties are strong when you are Irish. My parents live there to this day on six acres of the hardest scrabble land you ever tried to build a farm on. Rather than try to offer you some sort of description of myself, let me just say that I look very much like the country western singer Reba MacEntire. If you don't know who she is, then just use your imagination to picture me any way that suits your fancy. The short red hair and the still tightly wrapped body, all of that and more have I. That is as close as I can come to giving you an accurate description, and for Pete's sake, why would you need more? Writing a book you are? Just leave that Chapter out then. I met and married a handsome fellow that came roaring into Guthrie one day on his Harley Davidson and I practically leapt into his arms, I did...especially when he promised he would take me out of the small town mud puddle I was mired in. Well...he did do that...take me out I mean...riding me behind him all the way to Chicago, Illinois, he did. And riding me in more ways than one, I'm thinking. What happened in that dreary city of Chicago was him getting drunk and chasing women every day while I worked sixty hours a week at a Denny's, trying to keep a roof over our heads. My Irish temper finally caught up with my brain one cold day and I booted his ass out into the snow filled streets of the windy city and told him to go live on his Harley. But the problem then became what to do with myself. I didn't want to stay among the mean streets of Chicago...I wanted to be where it was warm and sunny. My mother begged me to come back to Guthrie, but there was no way I could return to bluegrass and Budweiser beer. Then my mom suggested her sister who lived in San Diego, the mere name San Diego bringing the smell of sea and sand and warm breezes to my nostrils. I called the number mom gave me, and over the phone explained the situation to the aunt I hadn't laid eyes on in fifteen years or more. She was very sweet to me on the phone, she was, insisting that I come and spend some time with her and my uncle for as long as I wished. I didn't want to tell her that I didn't have the money for a plane ticket, so I just said I would be there as soon as I could manage. So there it was...I had a place to go... but how to get there was the rub. At my present rate of income, what with having to pay rent and feed myself, I figured it would only take four or five months to save the four hundred dollars I would need for my ticket. A long half year it would be, I was thinking. And then fortune came along in an unexpected way, it did. The fellow was a regular at Denny's, his plump but very pretty wife seemingly always in tow. Since he had all along been a good tipper, I made certain I treated the two of them with a little more familiarity than the other customers, soon learning that his name was Gil and his wife was Violetta. She was dark haired and had the sort of beauty one finds in Italian women even when they are a few pounds over what they should be. Always wearing some sort of low cut blouse that emphasized her breasts, she was...for which I envied her for that. I mean I myself am far from having been cheated in that department, but my 36C's don't measure up to her 38 whatevers, if you get my meaning. Sometimes when I caught myself looking at her breasts, even though I had never in my life done anything with another female, I would feel the "horny leprechauns" begin to stir in the pit of my stomach. Anyway, it was one of those dull, rainy nights when I was working the "shitty shift"...the six `til two shifts the manager made us work every four weeks on a rotating basis. It was about one o'clock when the two of them came in, and I could tell they had been both been sipping at the whiskey barrel from the giddy way they were acting, himself almost tripping as he slid into the booth.. Looking back, I suspect the reason they waited until they were tipsy before coming into Denny's was because of what it was they wanted to ask of me. "Violetta wants to know if maybe you'd like to come home with us after you get off of work," he says in a rush, real nervous like, his voice so low I could barely hear it. "I'll give you two hundred dollars and it would only be you and her." She looked up at me and blushed. "He's always wanted to see me have sex with another woman," she said. "I told him you probably wouldn't be interested." It was right on the tip of my tongue to tell them that I didn't play on that side of the avenue, but all I could think about was the two hundred dollars. Half of the plane fair, it would be. "Two-fifty," I heard myself saying. "Two fifty and I'll do it."
Just the thought of having sex with another woman for some reason caused the "horny leprechauns" to begin to stir deep in the pit of my stomach. But I didn't figure there was any way he would want to pay that much, not when he could just pick up one of the girls who worked the streets for a lot less money. But as luck would have it, it wasn't him who made the decision. "Deal," she said. `Two fifty it is!" I was in for it now, I thought to myself. "I don't get off until two," I said. I could barely get the words past my lips. He looked at his watch. "That's only forty-five minutes. We'll wait for you in the parking lot. We're driving a red Buick." "You'd have to take me home afterwards," I said, my heart racing. Maybe I was looking for a way out. "I don't drive." "No problem," he shrugged. "We'll give you cab fare." I had some things needed done in the kitchen area and when I came out they were gone. I figured that they wouldn't even be there when I walked out of the building a few minutes past two, but there they were, sitting in their red automobile waiting for me. Glancing around to make sure none of my fellow employees were about, I quickly climbed into the back seat. I guess he must have sensed my nervousness because he quickly pulled out of the parking lot.
Once we were on the street in traffic, he reached back over the seat and handed me several folded bills. When I looked, there was enough light coming in the back seat of the car that I could see there were two folded hundred dollar bills, a fifty and a twenty. Stuffing the bills into my purse with trembling fingers, I sighed. I was officially a whore now. An expensive one maybe, but still and all a whore, I was! I wondered what my mom would say if she knew? When he pulled up in front of an apartment building, I realized that we were only about ten blocks from where my own crummy flat was. But of course I didn't tell them that...my mama didn't raise any stupid kids! Whores she might have raised...but not stupid ones. Not a solitary word was exchanged between the three of us as we went up to the fourth floor on the elevator. From the looks of the expensive furniture and the huge television set in the corner of their apartment, I realized why they could afford to pay me so much. But all I was thinking was that no matter what I would have to do, in my purse was the ticket for that big silver bird that would carry me west. The three of us stood there in the middle of the apartment like three bumps on a log. I wondered what I should do...what I was expected to do? Then himself to the rescue. He must have been a frustrated movie director because he started to take charge. "Why don't you two girls take off your clothes and get all nice and comfortable." The "horny leprechauns" were wide awake now, flittering about in my stomach. I mentally steeled myself and started to take off my Denny's uniform dress. All I could think of as I pulled it up and over my head was how glad I was that I had decided to wear some of my new underwear...especially when I saw the black lace panties and the expensive looking lacy bra that Violetta was wearing. It looked like something from Victoria's Secret or some other place as fancy. As she removed the bra and let those big titties loose upon the world, I felt my stomach turn a somersault even as the "horny leprechauns" began turning cartwheels. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as I had been imagining it would be, I thought to myself. Peeling off my panties, I tossed them and my bra aside and noticed the way Violetta scraped her tongue across her lips as she looked at the area between my thighs. Her body language was telling me what was on her mind, that's for sure. "Kiss for me now...I want to see the two of you kiss." His money, his show, I thought to myself as I moved forward and pulled the dark haired woman into my arms. It felt strangely exciting to be holding a woman's naked body against my own, and I willingly parted my lips when I felt her tongue probing. Doing what my ex-husband would refer to as "swapping spit", she and I went about it eagerly, our bellies rubbing together as I tried to suck her tongue out by the roots. Then she was pushing me down onto the sofa and sinking to her knees on the floor between my legs. Putting her hands under my thighs, she physically lifted my legs and hooked them over her shoulders, then slipping her hands under the cheeks of my behind she pressed her face into my crotch. When her tongue snaked out and touched the lips of my pussy, I moaned aloud and reached down to put my hands on the back of her head in encouragement. As she began eating me, I knew that no matter what her husband might think, this wasn't the first time she had ever had her head in between another woman's legs. She was much too experienced with her tongue, sliding it deftly under the hood to find my clit and sucking gently while swirling her tongue about it. I grabbed two handfuls of her dark hair and squirmed my pussy against her mouth as I tried to fuck her face, then I started to come...wave after wave of sensation creating rolling waves that cascaded down my stomach and I actually groaned from the intensity of my orgasm. "Okay...the two of you change places now." Still dazed from the aftermath of my orgasm, I numbly got to my knees on the floor and Violetta took my former position, her legs hooked over my shoulders. Dipping my head forward, my nostrils quivered at the musky, woman smell of her. I closed my eyes and touched my tongue to the puffy lips of her pussy. The taste of her was not nearly as bad as I had been afraid it might be, a much nicer taste in fact than when I had sucked my ex-husband's peter, uncircumcised as it was. Using my index fingers, I pulled the lips of her cunt apart to expose the meaty redness within, then I inserted my entire face into the perfumed valley between her thighs and made embarrassing slurping sounds as I licked her, but not even caring. I was eating her cunt with a vengeance then, sucking greedily at the fluids I was extracting from her. I felt her spurt a small jet of urine into my mouth as she started to come, but I simply swallowed and kept on with what I was doing. It took her a long time to come down from her orgasm. Finally, reluctantly, I lifted my head from between her legs and rolled back to squat on my haunches, my face shining with a silvery wetness. I wiped my lips with the back of one hand before rising unsteadily to my feet. For the first time since his wife and I had begun, I glanced at himself who sat on a chair facing us, a small smile curving the corners of his lips. Bending down to retrieve my clothing from the floor, I quickly got dressed and sat down on the sofa while himself called a cab for me. Violetta was still naked and she touched my wrist. "There's no sense me getting dressed again," she said softly to me, nodding her head towards himself on the phone. "He'll want to fuck me now. Thank you...I hope maybe we can do this again sometime?" "No," I shook my head. "I've got the money to go to my aunt's home in California now." "That's why you did this...to earn money to go on a trip." She turned to himself who was just hanging up the phone. "Gil? Give Luanne another hundred dollars." "I've already gave her two seventy." She just sat there looking at him, and then reached for her underwear. His hand flew to his wallet as he fished out another hundred and tossed it onto my lap. I stood up and pulled Violetta to her feet and kissed her full on the mouth... not even thinking of her nakedness. I was thanking her in the only way I knew how. The next day I got my final check from Denny's, and the day after that I was on Delta Flight 2027 bound for San Diego. Had I known what sexual deviations I would be immersed in a few months down the road, maybe I wouldn't have been quite so eager to go to San Diego. Then again...maybe I would have...
To Be Continued