Chapter 80

At work on Monday, Barbara caught Laura alone in the bathroom.

"Mmmm, I see you got a new hot little piece working in your group," she smiled knowingly. "You get your tongue into that one yet?"

Laura acted offended. "I don't pursue every new girl who comes along," she said, frostily.

"Like hell you don't," Barbara said. "When they look like that one, your little white pussy gets all gushy-mushy inside. I know. Rhonda's just itching to get her into bed. Even asked me what I knew about her."

"What do you know about her?" Laura asked, pointedly, eyes sparkling with mischief and irony.

"I know she ain't eager to hop in the sack with the likes of you or Rhonda," Barbara said, with a sarcastic smile.

"That's hardly news," Laura said.

"Don't mean either one of you is gonna stop trying, though."

"Don't lump me in the same group with that..." Laura started.

"Temper temper," Barbara grinned.

"I know how she feels. I'm not pushing it."

Barbara leaned close, tickling one of Laura's earlobes with the tip of her tongue. "Then why don't we get together tonight?" she breathed.

Laura's blood leaped. "I'll think about it," she said, coyly.

"Oh, I just love it when you play hard to get. I'll see you at seven."

Laura nodded, not trusting herself to speak because of her racing pulse. She knew they would fuck wildly, in a heated frenzy. The knowledge of that almost was enough to take her mind off Sholandra, until they were thrown together in a meeting, in the late afternoon. Afterward, Sholandra took her aside in the hall.

"You know, you shouldn't look at me the way you did in there," she whispered. "It's kind of, you know, obvious. I mean, most people probably don't know you're a..." She smiled sweetly. "But they will pretty soon if you don't watch it."

Laura blushed. Had she really looked that lustfully at Sholandra, in the middle of a business meeting? Sholandra looked wildly fetching, of course. She always wore short skirts to show off her short but terrific legs, and scoop-neck blouses that revealed her clear, beautiful skin and perfect bones. On top of that, there was just something about her that attracted both men and women: her flashing eyes and quick wit, her bold glances, something that made her seem both alluring and dangerous.

And Laura felt so guilty that she was ready to believe any accusation. God, maybe I did look at her too much, she thought. Maybe everybody in that meeting knows I want her.

"I... I'm sorry," Laura stammered. "I guess I didn't realize I was doing it."

"You're doing it right now."

"I'm sorry."

Sholandra smiled, and Laura immediately saw two things in her dark eyes. One, she was enjoying taunting Laura, making her squirm. Two, she also was enjoying the fact that Laura was obsessively attracted to her, dying to have her. Laura realized that it put her completely in Sholandra's power.

"I'll try to do better," she said, hating herself. "But you're extremely beautiful."

Sholandra's eyes flashed. "I'm glad you think so."

Then she turned and let Laura admire every inch of her from the rear, especially her swaying bottom, as she walked away, knowing Laura was doing it.

That night Laura and Barbara fucked wantonly, screwing with such relentless vigor and passion that they were both exhausted by midnight, when Laura went home. She had let Barbara tie her up and fuck her hard, again and again. She had come maybe fifteen times, excruciating, shattering orgasms that totally obliterated any thought of Sholandra. Her body was sore but satiated, wilted with fatigue.

The next day she was even able to look at the girl with something approaching indifference, brought on by her depletion from the night with Barbara. And when she ran into Rob at lunch, Sholandra took a seat even further back.

He pulled her aside on the sidewalk. "I've been thinking about you."

Laura smiled. "I think about you sometimes too."

He nodded and grinned. "Promise you won't be shocked if I tell you what I've been thinking."

"I'm not easily shocked, you know."

"I was thinking about you, me, and my wife Camille. Together."

Laura's eyes widened. Could she believe her ears? She gulped softly. God, I thought of it too! she remembered.

"How does she feel about that?" she asked evenly.

"She doesn't know. I didn't ask her. How do you feel about it?"

Laura smiled slyly. "I've never met her. Never even seen her."

Rob grinned. "Believe me, I think you'll like what you see. I thought maybe I'd introduce you, so you two will know each other. Then we can figure out some way for you to be alone together. I know you must be pretty good at seducing good-looking women," he teased.

Laura blushed. "I've had a few successes," she said, demurely.

"You're so beautiful, and Camille might be a pushover for you. Then, when you two are in bed, I come in."

"And we have a party," Laura said, eyes twinkling, blood racing. The idea sounded perfectly delicious to her.

"I guess you're in?"

"When can I meet her?"

"We're having dinner after work at the Iron Horse. You want to join us?"

"I'd be delighted."

"Only one thing," he cautioned her, before they parted. "She's very jealous. Don't even hint that you and I ever... you know."

"Absolutely," Laura promised. "Not a word. Not a gesture."

"Good," he winked. "See you there at six-thirty."

Laura was excited as she walked to the restaurant, after working late. She actually had butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She had been invovled in sexual threesomes before, both times with Karen, sharing Rina, and Chanitra, and Rick, very early in her deep involvement with Karen. But for some reason, this was very different, and exciting.

And she was even more excited once she got a look at Camille, Rob's wife. Camille was drop-dead gorgeous, a tall, statuesque knock-out with skin the color of burnished gold, and an exotic, Chinesey slant to her dark, alluring eyes that you saw sometimes in blacks.

She had a voluptuous, full-figured body, with breasts even larger than Karen's, and a tiny waist. Laura could feel her pulse racing and her pussy melting as she looked into Camille's smoky eyes, wondering already what it would be like to fuck this fantastic creature. Lucky Rob, she thought.

They had a pleasant dinner, and Camille seemed to buy completely Laura's fabrication of a past for her and Rob. She said they had met through work, and that she had lived in Chicago but only recently moved to the Bay Area. She made it seem as if she and Rob were only passing acquaintances, and Camille did not seem suspicious.

At the end of the dinner, they all agreed to meet again, and Rob gave Laura a wink behind Camille's back to let her know everything had gone well.

But Laura still had to go home alone, filled with thoughts of Sholandra again, and now Camille too. Fortunately, Cecilia had phoned her and left a message. Laura saw her occasionally at work, watching her belly grow with dismay and resignation. She and Cecilia had shared great, scorching moments in bed, and to see her as a young mother was hard. Laura still wanted her, even though she was about three months pregnant. And from her phone message, she realized that Cecilia couldn't forget Laura either.

"I want to do it with you," she had whispered into the answering machine. "I know it's terrible. I'm going to be a mommy. And you probably wouldn't want to do it with a girl who's got a belly like mine. But I can't forget you, Laura."

Oh god, I do want her, Laura thought. I want her bad!

She phoned. Cecilia's boyfriend, soon to be husband, answered. Laura was disconsolate. She waited half an hour, then phoned again. He answered again. Shit! Laura thought. She wants me! Why can't you let her have me?