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 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. The two 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