Chapter 100

Laura ran into Rhonda in the hallway at work.

"Long time no see," Rhonda smiled. "Why don't we have a drink after work?"

Even though they had once hated each other, and now only tolerated each other's predations, their eyes exchanged a crackling current that both recognized easily.

"I'm exhausted," Laura said.

"Didn't you just take three or four days off? Rest and relaxation? You must've been rutting, dear girl." She bent close and whispered. "Who was it? That delicious Sholandra Mason?"

Laura shook her head. "Nobody you know."

"Don't be so sure."

"Ms. Olympia," Laura said, casually, feeling nasty, wanting to rub it in, never thinking Rhonda would know who she was talking about.

"You're kidding," Rhonda said, obviously floored. "You don't mean it. Not that gorgeous Brandi Pearson with all those muscles."

Now it was Laura's turn to be floored. "You know who she is?"

"Laura, I have several videos I made myself off ESPN of those contests. I know them all. Yolanda Hughes. Laura Creavelle. Especially Brandi. God, I can't believe you actually went to bed with her. You bitch. How did you meet her? How did you get her into bed? Is she naturally... you know, like us?"

Laura blushed and stammered, totally flummoxed by Rhonda's questions. "It's... really none of your business, is it," she said softly.

"You bitch," Rhonda repeated, but not angrily. If anything, she was envious. "I almost come just from looking at her body."

"I've known her for a couple of years," Laura said weakly.

"Those thighs..." Rhonda rhapsodized.

Oh yes! Laura silently agreed, feeling her heart flutter and her pussy throb.

By now Rhonda had pulled Laura out of the hall traffic, over against the wall, where they could whisper without being overheard.

"How did you get her to go to bed with you?" Rhonda asked. "I heard she just got married. I'd be afraid she'd take a poke at me or something. God, have you seen those arms? But then, of course you have. Oh... you bitch. You lucky bitch."

"Rhonda... I'm very uncomfortable talking about this here."

"Come into my office," Rhonda said, leading her down the hall.

"Maybe we shouldn't," Laura said, trying to pull away.

"Of course we should."

Rhonda pulled Laura into her office and shut the door. Suddenly they were uncomfortable. Both remembered that the last time they both were here, Rhonda had walked in on Laura while she was licking Yvette's pussy, and Yvette was coming, lying on top of Rhonda's desk. But Rhonda didn't let the thought bother her for long. She half-pinned Laura against the door and asked her point- blank:

"How is she in bed? She's so gorgeous. So strong. Did you really fuck her? I'm so jealous."

In spite of herself, Laura realized that she was aroused. After all, she and Rhonda had screwed energetically only a few weeks ago. Rhonda was beautiful, and a sex maniac like herself. And talking this way about fucking Brandi excited Laura all over again. She could see that it was exciting Rhonda too.

Laura's eyes dropped to Rhonda's mouth, a full, sensual mouth. Rhonda's eyes dropped to Laura's mouth. Suddenly they were kissing heatedly.

"I don't know why I want you so much," Rhonda panted softly. "You're the only white girl I've ever screwed."

"Then you're an equal opportunity dyke," Laura whispered in her ear, breathing into it sexily.

"You bitch."

"If you keep saying that, you'll hurt my feelings. Ungghh! Oh!" Laura gasped.

Rhonda had quickly got a hand under Laura's skirt and brought it up to Laura's crotch, slipping two fingers under the elastic of Laura's panties and sliding them up into Laura's wet pussy.

"You're wet, honey," she panted. "You want me to fuck you."

"Yes," Laura gasped, weak-kneed. "We can't. What if someone comes in?"