Improper Conduct

As she leaned across me to better reach the back of my head, her small breasts brushed against mine. My eyes flicked open, and I was greeted with the enticing view of her cleavage. I recognised the hot pink push-up bra because I had one just like it in my lingerie drawer at home, albeit in a much larger cup size. The front of Blake’s V-neck T-shirt gaped as she continued to scrub my hair. The jiggling flesh right before my eyes left me feeling dizzy and hot. I wondered what it would be like to drag my tongue over the swell of her breast. Would she purr with delight? God, I hoped so.

I found my reaction to Blake a bit puzzling. In twenty-nine years, I’d never been this attracted to another woman. Oh, I’d noticed beautiful women and sometimes found my gaze lingering on the athletic types who’d shared my dorm in freshman and sophomore years of college, but I’d never felt like this. She’d stolen my breath away the first moment I’d clapped eyes on her nearly three months earlier. She’d been standing behind the reception desk, just laughing and gossiping away as I’d approached to check in for my usual salon appointment. I’d nearly tripped over my feet. She looked like some kind of spunky little pixie with her white-blonde close-cropped hair and bright smile. As she beamed at me, I’d experienced the strangest frisson of white-hot delight rushing through my belly.

She was different. She affected me so much more than any other person, male or female, ever had. I couldn’t stop thinking of her between visits to the salon. She invaded my dreams and tortured me in my naughtiest fantasies. I wanted her so badly but didn’t know how to tell her. I was so out of my league on this one. It was one thing to make a move on a man. I’d been doing that for ages and knew how to play that game. But going after Blake? I didn’t even know where to start.

‘You seem tense today,’ Blake murmured as she worked her nimble fingers through the rich lather coating my locks. She smiled down at me, and my heart melted. ‘You should book one of Diana’s massages. She’s fabulous!’

‘Maybe,’ I said, my gaze fixed on her smiling mouth. I started to have all sorts of deliciously dirty thoughts that were wholly inappropriate for the salon setting.

‘Am I doing your eyebrows today?’ Her fingers left my hair, and a second later I heard the spurt of water hitting the basin as she prepared to rinse my hair.

‘Yes.’

‘Just the eyebrows?’ She gave me a pointed look. ‘I can fit you in if you’d like to take off a little more than that.’

I squirmed when I realised what she was asking. ‘I’m not so sure about doing anything down south.’

She smiled sweetly. ‘I’m very gentle.’

Oh, I had no doubt. As she rinsed my sudsy hair, I considered my options. I’d been interested in a Brazilian for a while now, but I’d never been able to work up the courage to book one. I mean, having my eyebrows waxed left me teary and blotchy. Having that waxed? I’d probably pass out or scream like a baby.

But as Blake’s skilful hands worked conditioner into my hair, I started to wonder what it would feel like to have her hands on me. That was an incredibly intimate procedure. I’d be laid bare to her and completely vulnerable. Just the thought of her soft hands manipulating my flesh left me breathless. How could I survive the real thing?

Blake’s fingers massaged the back of my neck as she waited for the conditioner to soak in thoroughly. ‘So what do you think?’

‘I don’t know,’ I admitted nervously. ‘I’m not a huge fan of pain.’

She grinned mischievously as she kneaded my neck. ‘I know a really good way to make you forget about the pain.’

My belly wobbled as her insinuation hit home. Electric zings arced across my chest. My nipples drew tight as visions of Blake’s fingers and mouth between my thighs danced before my eyes. Was I really considering putting myself through the hell of a Brazilian wax for the chance to share an illicit tryst with her? Yes. Yes, I totally was considering just that.

Swallowing hard, I met her unwavering gaze and nodded. ‘All right.’

She smiled triumphantly. ‘Great.’

I vibrated with anxiety and excitement as Blake finished my shampoo and conditioning and wound my hair tight in a towel. She grasped my hand and helped me sit up in the squishy vinyl chair. My gaze fell to our interlaced fingers. She sported an electric-blue manicure that looked so playful and flirty compared to my rather staid French tips. We reluctantly parted hands as I stood and put my hand to the damp towel wrapped around my wet hair.

She gestured to my stylist’s station. ‘After you get your hair done, I’ll find you and take you to one of the private rooms in the back.’

‘OK.’ My wild emotions settled down a bit as I headed over to my stylist’s open chair. Candie draped a cape across my front and fastened it at the nape of my neck. As she unwound the towel and wiggled her fingers through my hair, we discussed how much I wanted trimmed and whether or not I wanted a blow dry and straightening. Once that was settled, she got to work and struck up a conversation with me.

I tried to pay attention, but I kept catching glimpses of Blake in the mirror as she dealt with other clients at the busy upscale salon and spa. We exchanged knowing smiles that sent swarms of butterflies racing through my belly. The quick trim and style was the longest thirty minutes of my life. I wanted out of that chair and into one of those private rooms at the back of the salon. Oh, sure, there was going to be pain, but there was also going to be a lot of pleasure.

And I really wanted to get to the pleasure part.

As Candie whipped free the cape, Blake casually joined us. I tried to keep my excitement in check as the three of us chatted about my hair. The taut string of sexual tension between Blake and me kept pulling us closer and closer together until our arms were brushing. Every tiny contact sent shivers down my spine. God, I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I needed to touch her.

She seemed to sense my need and gave a little wave of her hand. ‘Come on. I’ll get us set up in one of the private rooms.’

Relieved, I shot a quick smile at Candie before pivoting on my heel and trailing Blake to the back of the salon. My gaze shifted to the playful cut of her hot-pink ruffled skirt. It made the black salon T-shirt she wore pop. The sexy swing of her hips enthralled me. I tried not to openly ogle her derrière as we passed by the row of occupied chairs and sinks at the shampoo station, but it was so damn hard to drag away my gaze.

I practically vibrated with anticipation as we neared our room. The knowledge that something awfully naughty and totally against the rules was about to happen left me weak in the knees. My pussy actually pulsed as my clit throbbed and that first slick of arousal seeped from my core. My breasts ached. My nipples begged for attention. I was suddenly very glad of the moulded cups of my bra that hid those stiff peaks. At least they allowed me to maintain an outward semblance of modesty.

I slipped by Blake and into the room she indicated. She flipped the ‘occupied’ sign on the door. My gut clenched as I heard the telltale snick of the door locking behind us. She leaned back against it and stared at me. I clasped my hands together in front of me and chewed my lower lip. She unsettled me. I was used to being the aggressor in my relationships, but I had the distinct feeling Blake wanted that role.

And I liked it. I found the idea of deferring to her rather intoxicating.

‘Why don’t you go behind the curtain there and change.’ She pointed to a screened-off area in the corner of the room. ‘There are paper undies in the drawers marked by size, and some sheets. Just wrap one around your waist and come back to the table.’

My gaze moved to the paper-covered table and the counter covered in waxing supplies. My bravery started to diminish as I spotted the cloth strips and wooden sticks. Then I remembered Blake’s offer to make the pain go away. That put a little spring in my step as I headed for the curtain. I made quick work of toeing off my pumps and peeling out of my cuffed trousers and simple panties. I felt a bit ridiculous as I emerged from behind the curtain wearing the paper undies with a sheet wrapped around my waist. Not exactly the sexiest of looks.

I slid onto the table and reclined against the padded top. As I rearranged the sheet across my thighs and lower belly, Blake moved into view and smiled down at me. She’d wheeled over a cart holding pots of hot wax, little spreader sticks and various sizes of cloth strips. She picked up a bottle of lavender-coloured liquid and soaked a cotton ball. Wordlessly, she swept the primer over my eyebrows to prepare my skin for the wax.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides as the hot wax smeared across my skin. This part I could handle. It wasn’t until her fingers started to smooth the strip of cloth that the dreadful panicky sensation invaded my belly. I tried not to hyperventilate as I anticipated the rip and sting of the first bit of cloth being lifted quickly from my skin.

A soft yelp escaped my lips as the cotton whooshed free of my skin. I’d been waxing and plucking my eyebrows for the better part of twelve years, and I still couldn’t get a grip on the pain. Thankfully, Blake worked fast and efficiently as she shaped my eyebrows.

Try as I might, I couldn’t enjoy the feel of her hands on me. My excitement deflated as I realised that, although this illicit tryst we’d planned with secret looks and a bit of innuendo sounded like it would be hot, hot, hot, it was probably going to be torture for me.

‘Maybe we won’t do the Brazilian today,’ Blake remarked as she smoothed the cooling gel across my abused eyebrows with a clean cotton ball. Her fingertips caressed my cheek. ‘It’s not for everyone.’

I glanced up at her and caught her amused smile. ‘How can you tell?’

‘Well –’ she set aside the cotton ball and stroked my upper arms ‘– you’ve ripped the paper under your hands to shreds, and your knees are shaking under that sheet.’

‘Oh,’ I said a bit sheepishly. I consciously stilled my knocking knees and stretched out my curled-up fingers. ‘Yeah,’ I replied with a heavy, resigned sigh, ‘maybe you’re right. No Brazilian today.’ I frowned apologetically. ‘I’m sorry.’

She looked surprised. ‘For?’

‘Killing the mood,’ I explained.

‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ Blake murmured as she came around and stood next to my hip. ‘We still have a good twenty minutes before someone knocks on the door to see if we’re finished and ready to clear out of the room for the next client.’

‘Really?’ A spark of interest flared in my belly. ‘Twenty minutes, huh?’

Blake chuckled and lowered her mouth very close to mine. Her soft breath buffeted my lips. ‘Twenty minutes.’

I trembled as she teasingly brushed her pouty mouth against mine. My eyelids drifted together as bliss exploded all around me. Blake’s gentle kiss awoke the sensual side of me I’d long neglected. Trapped in the never-ending cycle of work, work, work, I’d suppressed the part of me that hungered for a soft, slow touch, a touch exactly like the one Blake now gave me.

Our tongues tangled as she placed a knee on the low table and pushed off the floor. She straddled my sheet-covered hips and rested her palms on either side of my head. I reached up and cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place as we kissed. Lips sliding, tongues stabbing, we clutched at one another as our mouths mated in a wild dance of lust and pleasure.

She left me breathless and shaking when she sat up again and started to flick through the buttons lining the front of my shirt. She urged me to lift my shoulders so she could reach behind me and undo the clasp of my bra. Soon enough, my breasts were bared to her, my bra awkwardly shoved out of the way. She bent low and captured a nipple between her lips. I gasped at the sharp sensation of her mouth tugging on the tender peak. Her tongue soothingly laved the rosy point before she moved on to the other breast.

I threw my head back as she teased me with her lips and teeth and tongue. My God, I’d never known my breasts were so sensitive. She seemed to possess an uncanny knowledge of what I liked and just how I wanted it. My fingers sifted through her hair as she suckled and nipped. I squeezed my thighs together in a desperate attempt to assuage the pulsing, pounding need building down there.

Blake hummed happily as her lips meandered down my front. She peppered light kisses along my belly and around my navel before moving lower down the table. I trembled with anxiety as she unwound the sheet draped across my hips and took hold of the paper panties. I didn’t even have to lift my backside to aid in their removal. Blake ripped them free and tossed the remnants aside.

‘Open your legs for me,’ she ordered huskily. ‘Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.’

I nearly fainted at the sound of those dirty words spilling from her cherubic mouth. I didn’t hesitate, though, and spread my thighs for her. She petted my sex with soft strokes. I kept the area immaculately landscaped and trimmed. It wasn’t Brazilian smooth, but it looked natural and feminine.

‘Nice,’ she murmured before parting the lips of my pussy with her fingers. ‘So pink and wet and soft.’ Her finger swirled around my opening, gathering the nectar there and spreading it around. When she circled my throbbing clit, I tensed. The sensation was too much, too soon, but Blake didn’t stop. She held my gaze as she slowly stimulated my clit with the tip of her finger. It seemed almost like a dare, and I couldn’t back down.

Sure enough, the overwhelming sensation faded to something much more pleasant. I rocked my hips, wanting more of the stimulation she provided, but the little witch stopped the movement of her finger. ‘Oh, please,’ I begged and pumped my hips.

‘Patience,’ she whispered and started to scoot down my body. When she settled her face between my thighs, I lifted up on my elbows to watch her. I’d never been tasted by another woman and wanted to savour every moment of it. Her skilful tongue swiped the length of my pussy, and I groaned with pleasure. Her tongue slid lower and delved into my cunt, tonguing me in a way I’d never experienced. I panted and clawed at the table as she tongue-fucked me. Her nose nestled between my folds and rubbed against my clit in a way that made my toes curl.

When she’d had enough of tormenting me, Blake traced my labia and turned her full attention to my clit. Her tongue swirled and flicked over the tiny pink nub. I clutched at her head as she devoured me. The rhythmic flutter of her tongue sent little shockwaves through my belly. The fiery prickle of a building climax invaded my core. I pumped my hips, pressing my cunt against her expert mouth, and tried not to cry out or betray us to anyone outside the room.

She didn’t make it easy. Blake penetrated me with a pair of fingers and searched for that spot that made me see stars. She slurped my clit between her lips and thrust her fingers at a faster pace. I clapped my hand over my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. Blake showed no mercy as she lapped at my clit and pumped my pussy with her fingers. She pushed me closer and closer to the edge until, suddenly, I lost control.

Mouth agape and hips rocking, I came hard against her mouth. She never let up, not even a bit. She forced my orgasm to continue, flicking her tongue over my clit as I shuddered and convulsed atop the table. When I couldn’t take any more, I reached for her face and touched her cheek in a silent bid for mercy. She chuckled softly as she abandoned my clit. I dropped back to the table with a thud and draped my arm over my face as I tried to catch my breath.

Blake leisurely kissed her way up my body until we were nose to nose again. I cupped her face as I kissed her, my tongue tracing her lips and gathering my musky essence from her skin. She smiled down at me and stroked my cheek. ‘You’re really beautiful after you come. I mean, you’re glowing.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Mmm-hmm,’ she murmured and nipped at my neck.

‘And what about you?’ I cupped her backside and gave it a playful pat. ‘Do you glow after you come?’

That mischievous spark I was beginning to love glinted in her eyes. ‘Would you like to find out?’

I nodded but then added, ‘I’ve never done this before.’

She shrugged and gave me a sweet kiss. ‘We all start somewhere, right?’

‘Sure.’

‘Would you like me to show you how?’

‘Please.’

She hopped off the table just long enough to peel out of her undies and tuck the ruffles of her skirt into the waistband. We giggled as she jumped back onto the table and our foreheads knocked together. I sensed she was just as excited as I was uncertain.

‘Scoot down,’ she instructed. ‘I need somewhere to put my knees.’

I did as she asked even though I wasn’t sure what she planned to do. When she straddled my shoulders, a knee on either side of my head, I finally got it. Her smooth, waxed pussy rested mere inches from my mouth. I caressed her thighs as she manoeuvred into place, and licked my lips with anticipation.

‘Do you remember how I licked you?’

‘Hell yes,’ I replied with a laugh. My body still ached with the reminder of the way she masterfully manipulated me.

‘Just do that,’ she said softly and spread the lips of her cunt for me. ‘Put your tongue right here.’ She tapped her clit. ‘I’m more sensitive on the left side, and I like up and down licks.’ She slid her finger down toward her entrance. ‘And here too. I want you to taste me here.’

I vibrated with eagerness as she pressed her pussy to my mouth. I allowed my tongue to slip past my lips and touch her clit. The sensation was alien to me but something I decided I liked very much after that first tentative flick. I held tight to her thighs as my tongue slithered between her dewy folds. Her taste, a unique blend of salt and earthen musk, spilled over my taste buds. It was nothing like I’d imagined and yet everything I wanted.

‘Oh, yeah, baby,’ she whispered enthusiastically. ‘Lick my cunt just like that. Put your tongue inside me.’

Her breath hitched as I did what she asked. The warm, soft passage welcomed my stiff invading tongue. That delicious honey tantalised. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy. Her little purrs and tiny whimpers spurred me onward. I grew bolder and more confident with my fluttering tongue and discovered the rhythm that worked for her. I couldn’t wait to feel her shatter against my tongue and attacked her clit like a mad woman.

Her fingers wound tight in my hair as she approached her climax. When she finally burst, she pulled hard, setting my scalp on fire with a burn that felt so indescribably good. Her clit pulsed against my tongue. It drove me wild. I knew right then and there that this one tryst with Blake just wasn’t going to be enough.

When her orgasm ended, she fell onto her side next to me. It was a tight squeeze on the table but we made it work. We kissed and touched and whispered softly to one another. In the back of my mind, I wondered how much time we had left together. It couldn’t be much. I didn’t want our moment to end, but reality intruded soon enough when one of Blake’s co-workers knocked on the door and asked how much longer we’d be.

‘Five minutes,’ Blake called out as she touched my face. She claimed my mouth in a possessive and demanding kiss that made my head spin.

We reluctantly parted and slipped off the table. While she slipped on her hastily discarded undies, I fixed my bra and shirt. I headed toward the screen to find the rest of my clothes and get dressed. I could hear Blake cleaning up the table and the waxing supplies she’d used on my eyebrows. When I emerged from behind the curtain, I felt a bit shy. I had no idea what would happen next.

‘Are you doing anything tonight?’ Blake rubbed the table with a disinfectant wipe before pulling down another length of the protective paper sheet.

‘Probably some takeout and reality TV,’ I replied honestly. ‘You?’

She grinned impishly. ‘I guess takeout and reality TV.’

Hope exploded in my chest. ‘Yeah?’

‘I think we’ve been dancing around this attraction of ours long enough, don’t you?’

‘Yes! So completely and totally agree.’ I quickly added, ‘I would have said something sooner, but I just didn’t know how.’

‘I figured this was the first for you. I decided to wait and see, but I guess I got a little impatient today. I threw out the Brazilian invite to gauge your reaction.’ She made an apologetic face. ‘Oh, shit. They’re going to charge you for a waxing you didn’t receive.’

I shrugged. ‘Money well spent.’

She laughed and crossed the short distance between us. Her arms slipped around my waist and hauled me tight against her chest. She threaded her fingers through my hair. Our foreheads touched a moment before our lips met in a lingering kiss.

When we separated, I smiled and gave her a squeeze. ‘I’ll text you with directions later.’

‘Great. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.’

‘And your overnight bag.’

A broad grin curved her mouth. ‘Will do.’

We broke apart and headed toward the door. Out in the salon, we walked side by side to the reception desk where Blake handed over my ticket. As I waited to pay my bill, Blake hung around the desk, pretending to check on her schedule for the rest of the afternoon. After settling my bill, including the phantom Brazilian, I turned toward the door. Leslie, one of the aestheticians, stopped me. ‘Wow, Caren! You’re glowing. Did you have a facial?’

I couldn’t squash the laugh that erupted from my throat. The look on Blake’s face was priceless. ‘No,’ I said brightly. ‘The glow must be from all the lovely hands-on service around here.’

‘Must be,’ Leslie happily agreed before moving on to greet her next client.

Blake and I shared one final, secret smile before I left the salon. I’d expected to feel a little sadness at leaving her behind, but I discovered exactly the opposite. Excitement bubbled in the pit of my tummy. I wasn’t sure where our burgeoning relationship was going, but I figured, with the big bang that kicked it off, it had to be somewhere great.

Work It

Heather Towne

I don’t work for money, I work for sex. And I don’t have to work very hard, if I do say so myself. The money just seems to follow all on its own.

It all started when I turned eighteen. I didn’t have the brains or ambition for college, but I was sure I had what it took to succeed in the working world. Specifically, I’m a tall, leggy, busty redhead with violet eyes and porcelain skin, and good taste in fashion.

I didn’t really try to flaunt my natural charms at first, it just sort of happened by accident – when I showed up for a job interview with a run in my stocking and buttons missing on my blouse.

I saw the ad in the paper for a secretary at the office of the local diocese. And by the time I’d travelled two bus routes and fought my way through throngs of people and a wicked west wind, I found that I’d lost the two top buttons on my green satin blouse and had picked up a long run in my sheer pantyhose, from my right knee all the way up to my thigh. And there was no time to take corrective action because, by the time I noticed the wardrobe malfunctions, I was already inside the Bishop’s office, being interviewed for the job.

He stared at my chest when I stuck out my hand to shake his, then at my legs when I sat down and crossed them. ‘Uh, yes, Ms. Songaard, what, uh, experience do you have for this particular job?’ Bishop McKenzie asked me. His soft voice kind of broke, and his brown eyes widened, as I reached up and fluffed out my wavy red hair, thrusting my chest out even more.

‘Well, um,’ I explained, smoothing my hand over the bare flesh exposed on my thigh below my short white silk skirt. ‘None really, I guess. I just got out of school, you see. But I’m willing to learn – eager to learn new things.’ I batted my long, blackened eyelashes.

Bishop McKenzie was small and sort of delicately featured, with a handsome face and slim figure. He wasn’t the stuffy church person I’d expected at all. He looked at my thigh and chest and smiled and said, ‘You’re enthusiastic?’