my love.”
Ferrer helped her off the table and put his arm around her, fondling one of her nipples. In spite of herself, Claudine felt a new, delightful shiver spread from her breast to her groin. The hand on her waist trailed over her buttocks and reached behind her. He slid his middle finger into her slit and moved it in slow circles. Her knees buckled a little, so he guided her gently to one of the divans. He sat upon it and arranged her so she was kneeling in front of him. He pushed his cock into her mouth.
She breathed deeply, willing herself to relax, and ran hertongue along along his stalk. “That’s my girl,” he murmured encouragingly. Clearly on fire now, he quickly maneuvered Claudine onto the divan. She knelt with her face to the wall, her back arched, her bottom enticingly splayed. She felt him guide his cock into her. Her pussy, still dripping from the blonde’s agile tongue-fucking, opened to him.
“My girl has a nice, tight little cunt.” His hands gripped her hard now and he grunted with effort. She tightened her muscles in tandem with his strenuous thrusts. To help him along she let little cries escape her lips. He rode her and pulled on her nipples as if they were the reins of a horse. The tugging on her breasts hurt, but it was a delicious pain. The grip of her pussy pushed him over the edge. He shuddered as he came.
She looked up to see Clayton watching them. My turn , his smile seemed to say.
B y midnight the ladies had been excused. In keeping with the Victorian tone, the men dressed, drank port and talked business. Maria flung her cloak around her nude body, slipped into her boots and gathered her dress and undergarments in her arms.
Her reflection in the mirror showed a face still flushed from her performance, as if her color had been heightened not only by the thrill but also by the tinge of depravity it beckoned to. A mistress of desire, Ferrer had called her as she bid him good-bye. She liked that. She pulled a simple shift from an inside pocket of her cloak, put it on, ran a towel over her face, removed her wig, wiped traces of brown dye from the skin near her hairline and combed her hair. Then she wrapped the apparel in her cloak andwent down to the spa lobby where Andrei waited patiently, leaning against a column in his dark blue suit and crisp white shirt.
“Should we find something to eat?” he asked as he took the bundle from her and opened the door to the street. She often wanted to dine or go to a club after a performance, as much to wind down as anything; she liked never having to be “on” with Andrei. If she wanted to sit through a meal without saying much, she did, knowing he wouldn’t take offence.
“Yes, please.” She smiled. “With no performance tomorrow I can splurge a little.”
Her favorite spot had always been Elaine’s—a late-night watering hole for New York’s movers and shakers in the entertainment business. After Elaine had died and her legendary establishment closed, Maria had been upset for weeks.
Their new favorite spot was on the East Side, a place named The Limelight after the famous nightclub. An intimate, upscale dining establishment, it stayed open past normal hours to service late-night customers. The owner greeted Maria with a double kiss. “Ravishing as always, darling.”
She ordered red wine; Andrei his usual vodka. They split an antipasto plate and added a salad for her and steak for him. When their drinks arrived, Andrei sat back in his chair and gazed across the room. While he was thus distracted, she took a long look at him. He was quite sexy in his own way. She wondered if he had a woman in his life. She’d asked him once and he’d dismissed her question with a vague response. It seemed odd. He took things a bit too seriously, but when he was in a good mood his laughter was infectious. She found she could easily read his emotions in his eyes. Right now they still carried a hint of worry.
“You don’t have more bad news, do
Ferrer helped her off the table and put his arm around her, fondling one of her nipples. In spite of herself, Claudine felt a new, delightful shiver spread from her breast to her groin. The hand on her waist trailed over her buttocks and reached behind her. He slid his middle finger into her slit and moved it in slow circles. Her knees buckled a little, so he guided her gently to one of the divans. He sat upon it and arranged her so she was kneeling in front of him. He pushed his cock into her mouth.
She breathed deeply, willing herself to relax, and ran hertongue along along his stalk. “That’s my girl,” he murmured encouragingly. Clearly on fire now, he quickly maneuvered Claudine onto the divan. She knelt with her face to the wall, her back arched, her bottom enticingly splayed. She felt him guide his cock into her. Her pussy, still dripping from the blonde’s agile tongue-fucking, opened to him.
“My girl has a nice, tight little cunt.” His hands gripped her hard now and he grunted with effort. She tightened her muscles in tandem with his strenuous thrusts. To help him along she let little cries escape her lips. He rode her and pulled on her nipples as if they were the reins of a horse. The tugging on her breasts hurt, but it was a delicious pain. The grip of her pussy pushed him over the edge. He shuddered as he came.
She looked up to see Clayton watching them. My turn , his smile seemed to say.
B y midnight the ladies had been excused. In keeping with the Victorian tone, the men dressed, drank port and talked business. Maria flung her cloak around her nude body, slipped into her boots and gathered her dress and undergarments in her arms.
Her reflection in the mirror showed a face still flushed from her performance, as if her color had been heightened not only by the thrill but also by the tinge of depravity it beckoned to. A mistress of desire, Ferrer had called her as she bid him good-bye. She liked that. She pulled a simple shift from an inside pocket of her cloak, put it on, ran a towel over her face, removed her wig, wiped traces of brown dye from the skin near her hairline and combed her hair. Then she wrapped the apparel in her cloak andwent down to the spa lobby where Andrei waited patiently, leaning against a column in his dark blue suit and crisp white shirt.
“Should we find something to eat?” he asked as he took the bundle from her and opened the door to the street. She often wanted to dine or go to a club after a performance, as much to wind down as anything; she liked never having to be “on” with Andrei. If she wanted to sit through a meal without saying much, she did, knowing he wouldn’t take offence.
“Yes, please.” She smiled. “With no performance tomorrow I can splurge a little.”
Her favorite spot had always been Elaine’s—a late-night watering hole for New York’s movers and shakers in the entertainment business. After Elaine had died and her legendary establishment closed, Maria had been upset for weeks.
Their new favorite spot was on the East Side, a place named The Limelight after the famous nightclub. An intimate, upscale dining establishment, it stayed open past normal hours to service late-night customers. The owner greeted Maria with a double kiss. “Ravishing as always, darling.”
She ordered red wine; Andrei his usual vodka. They split an antipasto plate and added a salad for her and steak for him. When their drinks arrived, Andrei sat back in his chair and gazed across the room. While he was thus distracted, she took a long look at him. He was quite sexy in his own way. She wondered if he had a woman in his life. She’d asked him once and he’d dismissed her question with a vague response. It seemed odd. He took things a bit too seriously, but when he was in a good mood his laughter was infectious. She found she could easily read his emotions in his eyes. Right now they still carried a hint of worry.
“You don’t have more bad news, do
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