THE HOOKER AND THE RICH GIRL

Marcia sat with her head resting on her hands, staring at the driving rain

out of her large bedroom window. Wistfully, she though of lying on the cold

metal flooring of the veranda outside the window, feeling the flesh of two

gorgoeus females pressed against her as she felt the rain thrashing against

her oh-so-sensitive body. This was one of her favourite fantasies. In fact,

it was one of her many, more-and-more-frequent-of-late fantasies involving

members of the same sex. Marcia was a wilful, headstrong girl, and she was

not used to being denied what she wanted. What she wanted right now was to

experience the touch and the taste of another female, but what she could

have was exactly that.

Marcia had to keep up the charade of her happy little rich daddy's girl

life, even though it was killing her, and she felt the ever-deepening

frustration growing within her day by day. Marcia knew without a shadow of a

doubt that if the press got hold of any kind of scandal involving her and

another girl, my god, they'd have a field day, and it would totally ruin her

fathers' reputation. Her father owned one of the biggest Hotel chains in

England, and he was often in the press for various reasons. Marcia also

often found hideous pictures of herself within small, badly-worded columns

in the Sun or the Mirror, so she knew they knew who she was. Sometimes she

wished that she didn't have the legacy of her father hanging over her life.

She often wished for a day in her life where she couldn't fall back on the

safety net of Daddy's millions if it all went pear-shaped, or when she could

walk down the street without the paparazzi shoving a camera in her face. She

aslo wished she could walk down the street arm-in-arm with some stunning

brunette, feeling the softness and smelling the sweet scent of silken

feminine skin, or press her lips against some redhead's gorgeous crimson

pout, in full view of the world and his wife.

But instead, she had the happy little life that rich girls were supposed to

have. Married at nineteen to a wealthy, successful businessman, to whom she

suspected her combination of good looks and Daddy's credit card were

immensely attractive (especially when his business was secretly in heavy

financial difficulties), she had immediately settled in to a cosy,

decorative, rich-girl's life of parties, wining and dining, small public

events, charity evenings and having manicures and facials. Thank god she had

never needed to have her breasts done (she was a natural 34C), or she'd have

probably had those done, too. But right from the outset, she had

instinctively known that this was not what she wanted from life. She'd

wanted to go to college; get stoned, party all night, drink cheap booze and

fuck a multitude of fun-loving, footloose and fancy free young men and

women. Instead, she had had the delights of fucking Greg, the worlds' worst

shag, from then, to infinity. The prospect loomed ahead of her like a huge

dark raincloud.

Rainclouds continued to gather above the house, dark and threatening. She

loved that darkness, the smell of the rain on the air, the horny crack of

thunder and flash of blinding lightning. That cracking sound always made her

feel mean and moody inside, it was a sound that said, 'Hey, it's okay to be

bad every once in a while'. And she was bad, every once in a while. Bloody

hell, she would have cracked by now if she hadn't been. It was always a very

discreet affair, with rich, well-to-do young gentlemen much like herself,

and it always had to be top secret. So far, she had gotten away with it, but

for how much longer she could, she didn't know, and she had never dared try

to find a willing woman, although she knew a few that mixed in her large

social circle that swung that way. She was too afraid of the consequences,

and the occasional man was bad enough. On these rare occasions, she actually

found that the gulit and the danger were a huge aphrodisiac, and she found

herself really getting in to it. This had earned her a bit of a reputation

as a 'goer' among her circle, but she didn't care. Secretly, it thrilled

her. and Greg was as oblivious as ever.

Making out with other men had totally confirmed her suspicion that Greg was

terrible in bed, even though a lot of the men she had slept with had not

been much better. Marcia suspected that ALL men would seem to be bad in bed,

though, as what she truly weanted was not a man, but a woman. She had a

feeling that she would be in her element then. Enpowered, uninhibited,

orgasm after orgasm with a wet, willing and very horny young slut. Just he

though was enough to make a warm gush of fluid flow through her body. Marcia

turned away from the window, blinded for a sceond by the bright lightning.

Her thin silk wrap was stuck to her clammy body, accentuating her naked

breasts and the curling blonde down in the center of her body. As Marcia

swept away in long fluid strokes, the wrap fell open slightly, and Marcia

stopped to examine her naked flesh in the full length mirror. The nipples

were rosy and hard, jutting from the full, rounded, creamy breasts. The

stomach was flat, the waist curvy, the thighs silken and smooth from

expensive beauty treatments. The pussy was blonde and pouty, the lips poking

invitingly from the covering of fur. Thoughtfully, Marcia slowly traced her

fingers down from her nipples, over her stomach, down to the juicy flesh

hidden by the blonde down. Gently, her fingers slipped in to the warm, damp

flesh, finding the clitoris engorged and ready. Marcia's fingers circled on

the hard little button, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her

breathing began to quicken, her body began to stiffen. Then she heard the

front door crash shut downstairs. "Hi honey, I'm home", Greg called out.

Marica pulled the wrap quickly round her body, and tied the belt tightly.

"Dammit", she muttered, and went to Greg.

Marcia had been drinking. She had started drinking as soon as Greg had left

the house, and she had continued throughout the night. Now it was after

eleven, and Marcia was very drunk. The drunker she had got, the more horny

she had got. Now, as she sat in her living roon, staring absently in to the

flames of the log fire, she suddenly decided that it wasn't such a crazy

idea to go out there and find some anonymous woman to fuck, reputation or no

reputation. Damn it, she had wanted this for so long, she had been waiting

for the day when she could feel the soft flesh of another wonam pressed

against her trembling body, and here she was, at eleven p.m., all alone,

with a bottle of vodka, and this crazy ivision of her going out there and

fucking some nameless woman. But who? Just the thought of actually going

through with this was making her pussy melt with excitement. Glugging down

vodka straight from the bottle, neat, Marcia raced upstairs and began to

rifle through Greg's 'secret' stash of Porno mags, happening across a gay/bi

mag. Flicking rapidly through the pages, Marcia got to the adverts at the

back of the mag, and was immediately struck by the ad that follows:

DISCREET GAY AND BI GUYS AND GIRLS IN YOUR AREA WILLING TO VISIT YOUR HOUSE

AND GIVE YOU THE EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME. TOTALLY RELIABLE AND DISCREET

SERVICE, DISCRETION ASSURED. CALL 0907 123456 TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN, TO ARRANGE

A DATE.

Marcia tapped throughtfully at the page with her elegantly manicured

fingernails, feeling both nervous and excited. Before she could chicken out,

Marcia dialled the number, clutching the phone with a white hand.

She slipped her best, gold satin chemise over her naked, perfumed body,

feeling the black lace at the hems tickling her skin. Beneath, she wore the

tiniest black lace thongs, little more than a triangle of flimsy material,

and black lacy stockings and suspenders. As she nervously squirted perfume

in to her cleavage, Marcia reflected that she was probably was making a huge

error of judgement here, but then she was as pissed as a newt, and had

absolutely no inhibitions at that current time. Her body was positively

melting at the thought that, in a few minutes, some gorgeous redhead (she

had specifically asked for a redhead) would be knocking at her door, ready

to take her body to paradise. Greg was on an Weekend business trip; she had

the whole night to turn the fantasy into reality.

Marcia was calm and composed when the doorbell rang at twelve a.m. Stood in

the doorway, when Marcia opened the door, was a tall figure, dressed in a

long black coat, with a cloak covering the head and shoulders. Marcia

grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her in quickly, hoping that this wasn't a

windup and this person was either a joker, a murderer (god forbid), or even

worse, the paparazzi. But she needn't have worried. As soon as she was

inside the house, the other figure dropped the cloak and pulled the coat

off, revealing bare naked, stunning female flesh.

Tall, with earth-shatteringly long creamy legs, dressed in spiky black

high-heels, a black thong and nothing else. She had lovely little frim

breasts, high on the startlingly white ribcage, a tiny waist, gorgeosu

creamy thighs, and the most enchanting face Marcia had ever seen. Small,

heart-shaped, with a tiny nose, prominent cheekbones, dazzling green eyes,

full lips and wave after wave of gorgeous ruby hair, she hardly needed the

dramatic dark make-up she wore. Marcia wa stunned in to silence for a

moment, but before she could even attempt to speak, the redhead had strode

over to her, taken her face in her hands, and kissed her full on the mouth.

The redhead opened her lips wide and let her tongue mingle with Marcia's,

roaming it all about her mouth, her small white teeth pressing against

Marcia's own pearly teeth. Marcia melted in to the kiss totally and

shockingly easily, as if she had always been kissing other women in this

way. Marcia was actually quite surprised at how all her nerves vanished as

soon as the redhead's lips had pressed against hers. The redhead continued

to kiss her, gently and slowly at first, then passionately, her lips mving

against the others with urgent passion. Marcia was quite shocked at how 'in

to it' the redhead seemed to be. Wanting to take control, as was Marcia's

way, generally, Marcia grabbed the redhead's head, and pulled her head even

closer to hers, running her fingers through the luscious silky red locks.

Marcia felt her pussy melting, felt the wetness soak through the flimsy

material of her thin lacy knickers. She was almost bursting with the need

for the redhead to strip them off, and take her pussy into that luscious

full mouth, but what the redhead did was possibly even more arousing.

Pressing her body so close to Marcia's that their breasts touched, the hard

nipples rubbing against each others', the redhead crawled a hand between

their sandwiched bodies, and began to gently probe at the wet pussy flesh

through the lacy knickers, pressing the seam into Marcia's wet cunt. Marica

felt her knees tremble and give way; the redhead grabbed hold of her and

shoved her to the deeply carpeted hallway floor before she had the chance to

fall.

Now the redhead was in control. With her body not quite on top of Marcia's,

the redhead, reached down to Marcia's wetness, and slid a hand beneath the

elastic of the knickers, maddeningly slowly. The redhead's fingers gently

parted the pussy lips, and immediately came in to contact with the hard

little clit, sliding about a little in the wetness of Marcia's pussy. Marcia

felt a yell building within her, and she smothered it against the smooth

flesh of the redhead's shoulder, biting gently as she did so. As the

redhead's finegrs began to rub at Marcia's clit, slowly, so slowly, the

redhead whispered into Marcia's ear, in a sexy, smouldering deep voice, "You

want me to fuck you, don't you? You want me to suck your hard nipples, bite

those lovely full breasts". Marcia groaned her assent. "Then", continued the

redhead, "You want me to run my tongue down your body, like this", the

redhead said, breaking off to slowly begin to kiss Marcia's breasts, gently

sucking the hard nipples. Her tongue flicked out, pushing at the nipple for

some moments, then she slid it very lightly and gently down over the curve

of Marcia's full breast, down to the flat taut stomach. As the redhead's

tongue flicked in to Marcia's belly button for long seconds, twisting this

way and that, Marcia began to buck her hips, pressing her body against the

redhead's upper body. The redhead's tongue began to trace lower down, so

slowly and gently, right down to the top of Marcia's pussy. The the redhead

looked up at Marcia, her eyes twinkling, and smiled.

"Do you want me to lick your cunt? You smell so fucking horny, you are so

hot and wet, and ready for me. Say the words. Just say the words and I will

lick you". Marcia looked up with pleading in her eyes. "Oh, god", Marcia

coraked out hoarsely. "God, yes. Lick me, fuck me with your tongue".

The redhead laughed, and flicked her tongue out. Slowly and ever so lightly,

she pressed the tip of her tongue against the top of Marcia's pussy lips,

parting them slightly. "Like this? Do you want me to do this? You are clsoe,

I can tell. You smell close. I can smell the wetness of you, and I know you

want me. Do you want me to flick my tongue on your clit?". Marcia could only

nod this time, as the redhead, her hair trailing over Marcia's stomach and

thighs, flicked her tongue out again, and flicked it over her rock-hard

clit. Marcia almost yelled out, the sensation was so intense. Bucking her

hips against the redhead's mouth, Marcia grabbed her head, and forced her

mouth to her oozing pussy. The redhead's tongue began to lap back and forth

over Marcia's clit, slowly making cirlces at first, then faster and faster,

back and forth, pressing hard against the clit. Then the redhead began to

suck Marcia's clit, softly at first, then harder, sucking not only the clit

but the whole labia into her mouth. Then her tongue went down to plunge into

the soaking opening, plunging rapidly in and out. As the redhead alternated

between tonguing her pussy and sucking her hard clit, Marica suddenly wanted

to see if this was having any affect on her at all. Reaching out a confident

hand, Marcia managed to reach far enough to just garb at the redhead's

pussy. And Marcia could feel that the redhead was as wet as she was.

Grinning, the redhead lifted her glistening mouth away from Marcia's

oh-so-close cunt, and she came to lay beside Marcia, so they could both

touch each other. Marcia stripped her own wet panties off, then she stripped

off the redhead's panties, and eager hands crossed and reached out to

opposite pussies.

There was nothing slow or gentle about the caresses now. Hungry mouths

clashed against each other, and as Marcia tasted her own pussy on the

redhead's tongue, she began to work a finger in and out of the redhead's wet

cunt, while her thumb rasped on the redhead's hard little clit. The redhead

copied this caress on Marcia, Sliding one, then two fingers in and out of

her, faster and faster, as her thumb slid in the wet juices surrounding her

clit. Faster and faster the girls frigged each other, both kissing as if

their lives' depended on it, both rubbing at each others pussies with the

same urgent speed. Marcia bent her head to bit at the redhead's nipples

hard, sucking them firmly into her mouth, while the groaning redhead,

grabbed at Marcia's hair and pulled it firmly, then clawing brutally in to

her shoulder, drawing blood. Marica felt a huge, mind numbing orgasm begin

to build within her, and with one final brutal bite of the redhead's nipple,

as she tasted the redhead's blood, Marcia let rip, yelling into the

redhead's tit, as she flooded the redhead's hand, feeling her pussy throb

and contract for what felt like an eternity. Just as she was coming, she was

mindful of the redhead's stifled gasp, and her own minor flood against

Marcia's caressing fingers.

Gasping and panting, the two females rolled slightly away from each other.

After a few seconds, Marcia silently began to help the redhead dress.

Inside, however, Marcia wanted to yell with happiness. Not just because the

experience she had jus had had been so blindingly intense, but because she

now knew that she was right. She'd known that she had had to have sex with

another woman to experience true sex, and she had been a hundred percent

right. She knew that from now, until the day she died, that she would never

have another orgasm like that in her life. But she could live with that, now

she knew. It hadn't all been a mad fantasy, she had expereinced that. She

had felt the wetness of another pussy, she had kissed another pair of soft

lips, and she had sucked on another pair of rock-hard nipples, and those

memories would stay with her forever. She knew, as she was now practically

sober, that she could never get away with that again. It would not stop her

wanting, but she was sensible, wise. And she really could live with never

experiencing sex like that ever again. Really she could. As long as she

knew.

Silently, Marcia paid the prostitute, and she drifted her dark way in to the

night. Marcia didn't watch her go. Absently, still naked apart form stocking

and suspenders, now laddered and totally ruined, Marcia absently picked up

her panites off the floor. They were heavy with wetness and smelt strongly

of her desire. With a little laugh, Marcia decided she would never wash them

again. But she owuld still wear them ,maybe one day. Turning off the hall

light, Marcia swept slowly and tiredly up the wide staircase, and to bed.

THE END.