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  Lynne tensed her tummy muscles and pushed her whole body back against Jones. This accomplished both her aims. One, to get even more of that cock up her ass. Two, to be able to look down her body to see her pussy so she could figure out what was really going on down there.

  She wasn’t really able to see it, at least not all of it, because it was covered by a face. A shockingly familiar face working enthusiastically at her no-less enthusiastically responsive sex.

  Sweet Amber Rogers was licking at Lynne’s sweet sexual nectar.

  The sheer shock of it sent a blast of endorphins into Dr. Stanford’s system to join the ones still floating free from the earlier pain therapy. Jones’ manhood working up her rear served to tamp them together into a huge sexual charge.

  That exploded.

  Dr. Stanford yelled like a wounded animal, jammed her ass onto Jones’ come-shooting cock and climaxed onto the wet face of Receptionist, Amber Rogers.

  Chapter 4

  Dawn already wished she had not come out to the Ladies of Greenville Club after all. Her fellow ladies were hardly ladylike in their deprecating appraisals and concluding put downs of those they felt were their inferiors. Which was basically everyone including their own co-conspirators in deprecation.

  “Has anyone gotten to know that newcomer, that one that does not belong here?”Saundra’s tone made it clear that such a task was beneath her but she was still curious to get some dirt on the newcomer. With Saundra, actual “dirt” was hardly needed. A mere ghost of a smudge could, and would, be utilized to ruin a woman’s reputation.

  Saundra’s sunglasses were far too large for her narrow long-nosed face and too dark to see past but Dawn was sure her eyes behind them were widely open in demand for information.

  “That Monica person?” clarified Clarice. Clarice was a sidekick to Saundra and her blonde hair was dyed platinum, probably to hide the grey in it.

  The three of them were warming up in the bright sun sitting on lounge chairs near the Olympic sized pool out back of the Ladies of Greenville Club.

  Dawn was mildly curious on what grounds they rejected and judged inadequate this poor Monica whoever she was, “Soooo, why doesn’t she belong?”

  Saundra was eager to share the reason for condemnation, “Ha!She’s thirty-seven and single. She has never been married. Ever. You knoooooow what that means. ”

  “C’mon, Saundra, grow up. A woman doesn’t have to marry to prove her heterosexuality. ”Dawn was immediately uncomfortable both because she herself was now technically “single” and because she’d come here to escape her daughter’s lesbian acts and was now reminded of them.

  Saundra sniffed and looked away. Clarice, faithful Saundra-crony, played peacekeeper, “She’s not like you Dawn. You were married. You’re a widow. She is different even besides the marriage thing. You should see her shaking her ass and tossing her big boobs all around. We’re all women here, even the staff, so, who is she trying to impress… or attract?This time Saundra is right. ”

  Saundra turned her large dark glasses to stare at Clarice.

  “Like she always is,”Clarice hastily added.

  Saundra emitted a delicate sigh of acknowledgement of Clarice’s self-correction, “Dawn, why don’t you make yourself useful now that you’ve deigned to rejoin your friends and go invite that Monica over. We can converse with her and observe her at close quarters in order to best judge her nature and intent. ”

  Clarice immediately joined in on the peer pressure, “Yes, Dawn, please do so!You two are of similar circumstances -- no current husband any which way. Besides, that Monica must have heard about you or something because she’s asked quite a few of the ladies here for details about you. She especially wanted to know how often you come by and when you could be expected. ”

  “What?Asking about me?Why?”

  Saundra found Dawn’s surprise humorous, “Ha ha!It must be ‘Birds of a feather’ and all that!”

  Dawn felt like telling Saundra to fuck off but considered that wouldn’t be too ladylike. Clarice and, especially, Saundra, were bitches but she didn’t need them running around trying to assassinate her character. Not so much for herself but more so out of consideration of the legacy of her dead husband.

  “Very funny ladies. Well, just for that, I won’t. I’m just going to lay here and soak in the sun’s rays. ”

  “Clarice, go fetch her. Just tell this Monica that Dawn is over here and you’ll introduce her. Ha!Tell her Dawn is single and here at the Ladies of G looking for a date!”

  “No!Don’t!”

  Clarice smiled, “I’ll go get her but, don’t worry, Dawn, I won’t tell her you’re looking for a date. Be right back. ”

  Clarice dashed off and Dawn frowned in consternation as Saundra lay back on her lounge chair smiling.

  In just a few minutes they saw Clarice returning. Dawn couldn’t help but be curious. She examined the woman who must be Monica following Clarice.

  She had dark red hair -- impossible to tell if it was natural or colored -- but her primary characteristic had to be her bodacious womanly body. Wide but not fat hips and big, too big, two too big breasts. The breasts swayed and jounced so much with watery ripples running across and through them that Dawn was immediately convinced they were entirely natural.

  She was dressed sluttishly. Dawn hadn’t previously thought a woman wearing only a bikini could be considered to be dressed like a slut in comparison to other women wearing bikinis but this Monica certainly pulled it off. In fact, her sparse bikini seemed designed to be pulled off. Her bikini was neon green -- certainly a gauche color -- the bottoms tiny, more like a thong. Dawn was a little surprised Monica could even cover her pussy with that small triangle of bright green. The triangles of material on each breast top were so small Monica was actually showing considerable cleavage on all sides of them -- top, sides, and bottom. There was actually more breast flesh uncovered than covered.

  “So,” Clarice bounced on her toes nervously, “here’s Dawn. Dawn, this is Monica, the newest Lady of G. ”

  Saundra was obviously irritated at Clarice ranking Monica as an equal even though, technically, all members were equal once they paid the exorbitant membership fee, “Actually, there are plans for Monica here to launch a new branch off called ‘Whores of Greenville’. ”

  Dawn was surprised at how calm Monica was in the face of this insult. Her smile remained but her eyes on Saundra were full of calculation. Dawn decided to intervene before matters got ugly.

  “Don’t mind her, Monica, she’s just jealous of your full figure. You’re certainly a beautiful lady. It’s nice to have another new member. I heard you asked about me. Why is that?”

  Monica’s cold green eyes flicked dismissively between Saundra and Clarice and then warmed slightly as they rested on Dawn, “I wanted to meet you because I heard you also don’t have a husband, though you lost yours and I’ve never had one. Still, something we have in common. I also heard you’re nice. I like nice ladies. Plus, I have standards so I’d rather not associate with certain stuck up cunts around here. ”

  “Hey!” protested Clarice while Saundra smashed her drink glass down.

  Saundra practically roared, “How awful!”

  “Talking cunts. Incredible. You should join a circus. ”

  Saundra practically launched herself off her lounge chair and grabbed Clarice by a fluttering hand, “We’re leaving to report your behavior to the Administrator. You’re obviously no lady so your membership to the Ladies of Greenville Club will be revoked today. Come along Dawn!”

  Dawn, an innocent bystander in the verbal skirmish suddenly found herself in the sights of all three women, as all three stared at her waiting to see if she would leave with the two she knew best or stay with the brazen stranger.

  Dawn knew this was a critical moment. If she didn’t leave and be a
good witness to the Administrator she’d burn all her bridges with these two for all time and they would doubtless go about besmirching her reputation. She didn’t like how this Monica dressed and the rumors -- however groundless -- that she was some sort of lesbian made Dawn nervous. Still, she admired Monica’s confidence and she inwardly cheered how she pushed Saundra from her high pedestal.

  She knew Saundra and Clarice really were “cunts” though she would never have stated it out loud herself. Surely Monica was the lesser of the two evils.

  The look on Saundra’s and Clarice’s faces when she told them she wasn’t going with them had been quite memorable. Moments later when she watched them leave and then turned back to Monica and saw her wolfish grin she immediately doubted her decision.

  Monica proposed the two of them leave for some coffee together in order to pre-empt their attempt to evict Monica from the Club. Dawn knew they would succeed in having her membership revoked but Monica didn’t seem to care. She must have a lot of money to afford joining the Ladies of Greenville Club but her apparel and demeanor clearly showed she did not care to conform with lady-like deportment.

  Truth be told, Dawn didn’t think she would miss much about the Club. She almost wished she herself would be booted out. These so-called ladies just stressed her out.

  On the other hand, Monica’s insistence that they drive together in her car, and then, once they were on their way, that they would have the coffee not at some café but, instead, at Monica’s residence did make Dawn uneasy. Of course, courtesy dictated that she accept these plans gracefully. She was curious to see Monica’s home anyway. Deeper down, trying not to acknowledge it, she was a little curious about whether Monica was a lesbian and would somehow proposition her. It would be unwelcome, of course, but at the same time sort of a compliment. She’d turn her down politely and would not reject her friendship on that basis. Dawn was a reasonably fair-minded and tolerant person.

  Monica’s home was a strange granite edifice outside the city limits. Dawn met one of the staff, and extremely short, bearded man. Not a Dwarf but abnormally short. He looked mean as if he might have a criminal nature. Monica introduced him as “Mr. Johnson” and described him as her handyman.

  Luckily she had him trained for discreteness as there was no sign of him now that they were out back lounging near the pool. Of course, he could be inside watching from one of the darkened windows. Probably was, in fact. Looking at Monica’s beautiful barely covered body. And at Dawn, too. She didn’t have Monica’s full figure and her white bikini was relatively conservative but Dawn knew objectively she was quite beautiful and looked much younger than her forty-one years.

  An ugly little guy like Mr. Johnson would never have had and would never in the future have an opportunity to hook up with anyone of their quality even besides their riches. Of course he was in there right now watching. Maybe masturbating. Why would Monica keep someone like that around?She must feel sympathy for him. Well, if the thought of him watching didn’t bother Monica, Dawn would try to be as charitable.

  They conversed for fifteen or twenty minutes before settling into silence, apparently a comfortable one for the relaxed Monica but less so for Dawn. She came to realize at last that she was in a strange place with strangers far from the team of bodyguards she’d hired to protect her daughter. Reflecting on their conversation she realized Monica had dominated it and learned far more about her than she had about Monica. She had no idea how Monica had made her money or if she even owned this monstrous residence or merely rented it.

  My God!

  Monica was taking off her top!It wasn’t much for coverage but at least it was something. Had she forgotten she had a guest who she’d only just met today?Dawn gently cleared her throat.

  “Oh, it’s all private back here. Even if someone was sneaking a look from the trees, who the Hell cares, more power to them. May as well be comfortable. Go ahead, let your titties breathe. ”

  “No, I’m fine. You go ahead. ”

  “Already did. Are you shy or do you like having sexy tan lines?”

  “Shy, I guess. ”

  “Do you have sexy tan lines?”

  “I… I don’t know. ”

  “And I can’t tell you unless you take your top off…. ”

  “I told you, I’m fine. I’m keeping my top on. ”Dawn couldn’t keep the testiness out of her voice. This Monica was so invasive. It also irritated her that it appeared more and more likely that she was a lesbian. She’d left the Club and risked her reputation to support Monica’s bold attitude but there was no future in friendship with her if she was of that persuasion. Not because she might be a lesbian in and of itself, but because she was so sensually open. She already regretted her impulsiveness. Saundra and Clarice were bitchy but at least they were heterosexual.

  Monica didn’t seem put off by Dawn’s attitude. In fact she sported a little secret smile as if she’d expected, and wanted, exactly that response, “You’re so tense, Honey. I don’t think you really know how to relax. You can’t even take your top off in front of a member of your own sex. Uptight!”

  “I’m not… unable to relax. ”

  “You don’t even know. When you’re tense but less tense than usual you think you’re relaxed but you aren’t. Here, I’ll prove it. ”

  Dawn’s eyes widened as Monica rose up, approached, and bent over her splayed legs, reaching out. Dawn froze, eyes helplessly locked on Monica’s big breasts swinging back and forth. An instant before Monica’s fingers could contact Dawn’s legs, Dawn drew her legs up defensively. Monica laughed triumphantly.

  “Ah ha!Honey, you are uptight. I just proved it. ”

  “What?No!’

  “Yes, Honey!You must be suppressing some latent lesbian desires. You can’t even let a female friend touch your bare feet. ”

  “I didn’t know what you were doing!”

  “I’m just going to give you a little foot massage. Very relaxing. No big deal between friends… unless one of them is too uptight because she’s secretly a carpetmuncher wannabe…. ”

  “That’s… fine. Go ahead. I don’t have… hang ups. ”

  Monica smiled reassuringly and pulled a lawn chair close, plopped down sending tremors jiggling through her breasts, then almost forcibly pulled Dawn’s feet into her lap. The move actually pulled Dawn lower down on the lounge chair to the point she was lying nearly flat. The position and having both her feet slightly higher than her body and locked in Monica’s large hands made Dawn feel awesomely helpless.

  It felt almost sexual having her little feet rubbed by Monica’s strong fingers, especially since her heels dug into the tops of the soft deep thighs bare inches from Monica’s sex. Why was she so aware of that?Dawn wondered if she really was a little bit lesbian repressed. Only a little bit!

  “Dawn, have you passed through your period of mourning?Are you sexually active again?”

  Monica was asking her about sex!

  “No, not at all. ”

  “It’s been a long time. When do you think you’ll date again?Or not bother dating and go straight to sex?”

  Dawn was amazed at how good this foot rub felt. It was like Monica was a professional masseuse. She must have taken classes or something.

  “I’m just going to be a widow and the best mother I can be. You see… on his death bed I promised my husband I would never replace him with another man. Someday I hope to join him in the afterlife. How could I face him if I hadn’t been true to him? What would I do if I had a second husband?”

  “Ha!Let them both fuck you at the same time in the afterlife, of course. ”

  Dawn blushed and giggled, “Such a raunchy thought!No, I’m a woman of my word. Besides, I need to focus on my daughter’s welfare. She may be a twenty-one year old adult in the eyes of the law but she still needs me and is far from mature. She is strong willed th
ough. ”

  Monica’s fingers dug into the middle arched areas of Dawn’s feet so deeply it actually hurt… though somehow not in a bad way.

  “If your dead husband doesn’t want you to have any sexual pleasure in life just because he’s dead then I say fuck him by fucking some other man. If he turns over in his grave, so what, just turn over in bed and let your lover fuck you from behind. One good turn deserves another!”

  If Monica had known her husband Dawn would be angry now, but, since she’d never known him, it was funny despite the disrespect. It was odd, the foot rub had felt sexual at first and, instead of that feeling receding, the continued contact and Monica’s bizarre fantasizing words served to make Dawn feel more and more sexual. For some reason she kept picturing the things Monica said.

  “Close your eyes now, Honey. You need to work hard at relaxing. ”

  Dawn did close her eyes. It was a welcome relief from trying so hard to avoid looking at Monica’s pendulous breasts. There was something odd about those fat nipples, too. Either there were oddly symmetrical small moles -- on both sides of both nipples -- or she’d had her nipples pierced and just wasn’t wearing nipple rings at the moment. Not very ladylike!

  “I have a daughter as well, a couple years older than yours. ”

  Dawn frowned slightly, trying to do the math while enjoying the foot massage. Monica was at least several years younger than her so… she’d had her daughter at, what, something like sixteen years old?

  “You said your daughter is strong willed?You should take her in hand. Firmly. Children should respect their parents. ”

  Monica’s suggestion for her to “take her in hand” caused Dawn to experience an unwelcome flashback to seeing Indira’s hand burrowing between her daughter’s legs. Dawn didn’t respond.

  “You could spank her. ”

  It was absolutely uncanny how Monica’s comments kept reminding her of exactly what she’d so recently and appallingly seen. It was like Monica had been there watching also and was purposely reminding her. Silly thought!