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The Sapphic Erotica Writers Guild (SEWG) wrote a round robin story
based on an idea supplied by Sara H. Six authors joined in and wrote a
section of the story. Katie McN wrote the beginning and Serene Cherry,
Tabico, Kelly Adams and Sara H continued the story from where it was
left off by her predecessor. EyeOfSerpent completed it. After the end of
the story, you'll find some comments by each author. These were written
when the writer was sending the story on to the next author. You might
find some of these comments interesting. You can also find the email
addresses of the authors at the end of the story in case you want to send
comments.

Six authors were able to come up with a story that reads as if one person
wrote it. It's also amazing to realize that this is a romance written by
authors who might not normally write a romance story. Each part of the
story starts with the name of the author who wrote the section. Remove
these and it would be hard to tell who wrote what.

If you are a woman interested in erotica, why not contact one of
the authors of this story and get the details on how to become
part of SEWG? Our group is made up of some of the best sapphic
writers, editors, people who are interested in learning how to
write and other interested people. You can become a part of this
if you want. 



---


Windy City Surprise

By EyeOfSerpent, Sara H, Kelly Adams, Tabico,
Serene Cherry and Katie McN


--katie--

She woke up in her Chicago hotel room and saw a naked
woman standing at the foot of her bed. She blinked her eyes
twice and then she remembered.

"I can't buy this dress, Sharon."

Robin looked at her reflection in the dressing room
mirror. She loved the dress, but knew she couldn't afford it.

"Let's find something in my price range."

"Forget it, Robin. This one is perfect and we've got a lot
of shopping to do before we go out tonight."

"The dress costs more than I make in a week. I don't feel
right taking it from you."

They'd been shopping in all the cute places on North State
Street and ended up at Marshall Fields where Robin found an
Anna Sui dress that seemed like it was made for her.

"You deserve it, girl. You're the best assistant I've ever
had and now it's my turn to do something for you."

Robin Quinn was smart, resourceful, thirty-one-years old
and in love with her boss. It was a secret she kept to
herself. She wasn't in the same league as Sharon Parker and
didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the job she loved.
She knew there weren't many bosses who'd take their
assistants on a week-long business trip to Chicago and the
shopping expedition was an unexpected bonus.

"We don't have to go back to the hotel for a couple of
hours, Robin. Is there anything you'd like to get for
yourself?"

"Promise you won't laugh at me?" Robin said and turned her
head so Sharon couldn't see the blush. "I read something in
Cosmo about buying Bloomies at Bloomingdale's. I'd love to
see what they have and maybe get something there."

"We'll do better than that. The right undies can make a
woman feel great and that's part of 'head to toe.'"

At first Robin felt uncomfortable with Sharon in the
dressing room. Robin wasn't used to having someone else
around when she tried on underwear.

"Sharon, I'm not the garter belt type. I never wear things
like this."

"It's about time you started. Think how good you'll feel
knowing you're hiding a secret under your dress."

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I am. You're getting the whole set including the
see-through panties and push-up bra. All you need is a pair
of seamed nylons and you'll be good to go."


Robin decided to wear her hair up. It was long enough to
manage and she felt she needed something sophisticated for
her big night out. She spent thirty minutes on making up
and hoped she hadn't overdone it. Robin thought she looked
whorish in her red undies and stockings. She decided Sharon
was right. It was fun having a secret this cute and maybe
it was too bad no one would know about it.

"The limo awaits us, Robin. Let's get moving."

"You got a limo? We're just going to dinner."

"Look, I sold three new accounts this week and no one will
say a thing about my expenses. Now stop worrying and let's
have some fun."

Robin felt like a celebrity getting into the limo. The
uniformed driver held the door open for her and several
people on the sidewalk watched as the two women got into
the car.


"I've never been to a restaurant like this, Sharon. Oh, my
god, isn't that ... "

"Yes, Robin, a lot of celebrities come here. Blackbird's
is one of the in-places downtown."

The maitre d' noticed the two women as they came into the
restaurant. "Ms Parker, we're honored to have you visit us.
We're ready for you now. Right this way, please."

Sharon and Robin followed the man as he led them past the
people waiting for tables. They walked through the dining
room where Robin had a chance to experience the ambience of
one of Chicago's interesting dining venues.


"I've never eaten dinner in a private room, Sharon. How
did you arrange it?"

"I've known the owner, Donnie Madia, for years. I was here
on opening night in '97 and try to stop by whenever I'm in
Chicago. He does special things for his special friends."

Their waiter seemed to appear whenever they needed
anything and then faded into the background. Robin loved
being spoiled and let Sharon do the ordering.

They started with a charcuterie plate. The pate had a
subtle taste that disguised some spices Robin couldn't
identify. The waiter told them the sausages were made at
the restaurant from a family recipe and the potatoes were
grown locally.

"Why is the restaurant called the Blackbird, Sharon?
Everything is white and I don't see a bird anyplace."

Sharon laughed and said, "A ripe Merlot grape is called a
blackbird in France. Merlot is featured on their wine list
and I've ordered a bottle of Matanzas Creek to go with our
meal."

The main course arrived with the bottle of wine. Sharon
had ordered lamb chops for Robin and loin of venison for
herself. The food was perfectly presented and the waiter
took time to explain how each dish was prepared. Robin knew
she'd never be able to cook a meal like the one in front of
her, but loved hearing how it was done.

"I've never had venison, Sharon. What's it taste like?"

"Here try some and find out." Sharon speared a piece of
meat with her fork and offered it to Robin. They took turns
feeding each other tastes and were soon giggling like two
schoolgirls.

Robin didn't think she could eat any more until her
chocolate tart arrived. It was accompanied by white
chocolate ice cream and a glass of the bubbly. Robin was
getting a little tipsy, but still enjoying herself to the
maximum.

"I can't remember having so much fun at a meal, Sharon.
Thanks for a wonderful day."

"Let's see if you liked everything." Sharon put her hand
on Robin's knee and pushed her dress up until she exposed
the red garter holding up a stocking. "I was wondering if
you were going to wear your new underwear. Glad to see you
got brave and did."

Robin froze. Her dress was pushed up well above her
stocking top and Sharon's hand was resting on the exposed
thigh. Robin felt tingly and couldn't speak.

"Oh, my god, Robin, it must be the wine." Sharon took the
hand from her assistant's leg and put it back in her own
lap. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that."

-sc-

"No, it's okay, I mean... I don't mind," Robin stuttered,
her hand shaking as she held her ice cream bowl.

The two were silent for a few moments, each staring at a
different item on the table.  Sharon subtly downed another
half glass of wine before she looked back up at Robin.

"Do you like them, or did you wear them just for my sake?"

Robin managed a smile, feeling herself calm a little.

"Well, like you said, it feels nice hiding a little secret
beneath my dress. I... probably would have ended up showing
you anyway, though probably not here."

"Oh," Sharon grinned. "I suppose I'd do the same if I
actually were wearing stockings like those."

"You mean you aren't?" Robin asked, narrowing her eyes.

Sharon shook her head slowly.

"No."

Robin leaned back in her seat, peeking beneath the table.

"Show me," she stated softly.

Sharon turned red for a brief moment, widening her smile.

"What?"

"It's only fair," Robin replied, calming sipping her drink.

Slowly, Sharon moved her hands from her lap to the end of
her dress, pulling it up to a similar place on her own
thigh.  As to her words, her thighs were bare and seemingly
glistening in the faint light of their private room.

"See?"

Robin slid her chair back, leaning forward as if she
couldn't see clearly.  When her head came back up, Sharon's
eyes were inches away as she smiled.  The soft scent of the
Merlot filled her nostrils as it escaped from Sharon's lips.

"I see..."

As if in a trance, the two just stared at each other,
faces nearly a finger's length apart.  If it wasn't the
wine, there definitely was some kind of strange hold on the
two, a hold that seemed to drive their desires forward.

"Robin, I..."

Before Sharon could finish her sentence, her lips met with
Robin's in a soft embrace.  Both went silent for a single
moment, each holding their breath as the kiss finally came
to an end.

Robin's eyes were left closed, as she tasted the wine from
Sharon's lips.  Her arms trembled, suddenly feeling the
rather cool temperature of the room against her skin, mixed
with the ice cream sitting in her stomach.

"Was... that really the wine, or did we both really want..."

"I did," Sharon whispered, watching Robin slowly open her
eyes. "Did you?"

Calmly, Robin leaned forward a second time, placing a
smaller kiss on Sharon's lips before resting back in her
chair.

"Does that answer your question?"

"I think so," Sharon smiled.

The two began to giggle, feeling the tension fade away
from their actions.  Sharon let her hand slowly rise from
her lap, resting her palm on her assistant's wrist.

"Sharon..." Robin pronounced softly.

"Shall we then?"

Robin made a confused look.

"Shall we...?"

"Head out," Sharon continued. "The night is young, my
dear, and our ride awaits."

"Where... are we going?"

Sharon flashed a sly grin, reaching for her purse with her
other hand.

"I thought we'd take a little ride first; maybe see some
of the sights in the Windy City."

Robin smiled back as she felt the slight caress of
Sharon's palm against her skin.  The two leaned back
slightly, affectionately staring into each other's eyes as
the waiter returned with the check.

"So, is this what you call a business trip, Ms. Parker?"
Robin mused.

Slowly, Sharon reached for her glass, holding it high as
Robin blushed.  She grasped her own and raised it slightly,
nervous and excited at the same time.

"Well, what's business without a little pleasure to
accompany it?"

"Touch ," Robin grinned.

The two giggled together as they made the toast.



CHAPTER II


The limo was already waiting outside as Robin and Sharon
stepped out of the restaurant.  Calmly, an attendant opened
the back door for the two, nodding to them both as they got
in.

"Thank you," Robin stated politely.

"Tell Mr. Madia we had a wonderful dinner, when you get a
chance," Sharon said.

"I will, thank you," the attendant replied. "Good night,
ma'am."

Closing the door behind her, Sharon leaned towards the
driver and whispered something in his ear.  Robin squinted,
trying to make out the words from her lips; she was
unsuccessful.  Sharon quickly leaned back and took a seat
beside her, smiling calmly.

"So, where are we going?" Robin asked, "a taping of the
Oprah Winfrey show?"

Sharon widened her grin.

"If you'd like, Robin," came the proud reply. "But it
would have to be during the day; I don't think they tape at
night."

Robin stared down at her feet, blushing at the thought
that almost anything she wanted was within Sharon's reach.
She began to feel more spoiled than royalty.

"Sharon, you don't have to do all of this for me, I..."

Before Robin could finish her sentence, Sharon gently took
hold of her hand and guided it to her thigh.  Robin held
her breath as her boss spoke.

"You know, I never did get to tell you exactly why I
decided not to wear stockings tonight," she said, softly.

Sliding her dress up as she had done with Robin's, Sharon
let her assistant's hand rest on the skin of her exposed
thigh.  Robin's heart began to pound within her chest.

"Sharon..."

"Do you feel it?" she sounded, letting out a deep sigh.

Robin's arm trembled as Sharon took hold of her wrist,
slowly inching her hand farther up her leg.  The two took
in a deep breath as Robin felt her fingers brush past the
bare flesh of her vagina.

"Ohh..."

"And you thought you were pushing the envelope," Sharon
whispered.

Looking up, Robin closed her eyes as she brought her lips
to Sharon's with another kiss-- a kiss of passion, of
release.  The two remained locked together as the limo
jerked over a pothole.  Sharon looked up to see the driver
staring at their kiss from the rear view mirror.  With a
slight gesture of her finger, she calmly winked at the
driver before reaching for the interior window button and
shutting him out.

"Now I really feel like royalty," Robin giggled.

"I'll bet royalty isn't treated this well," Sharon mused,
slowly lowering her head to Robin's neck.

With a soft caress, Robin felt Sharon's lips pass over her
skin, kissing her neck, her collar, even her shoulders.
The two began to giggle, trembling with excitement as the
limo passed by the grand Sears Tower.

"Look," Robin stated, hardly above a whisper as she
pointed towards the window.

Sharon smiled, withdrawing her lips and sitting up straight.

"I'll have to take you to the Skydeck sometime."

"It must be a beautiful sight," Robin sighed.

"Not as beautiful as some others," Sharon stated, gazing
into her eyes.

Robin rested her head against the inside wall, where a
cordless phone hung.  The wine was catching up to them both.

"So where are we really going?" she asked, still subtly
caressing Sharon's thigh.

Slowly, Sharon ran a finger through her hair, as if in
deep thought.  The bright lights danced on both her and
Robin as the two sat locked in a silent communication.  The
night was just beginning.

"Well...

--tab--

BOOM.   BOOM.   BOOM.

The sound engulfed the pair as soon as the door of the
club closed behind them. It was almost palpable -- in her
mind, Robin saw the sound waves wash around her, splashing
into audio foam around her bare shoulders. Her hand
tightened on Sharon's as their eyes adjusted to the dim
light of the foyer.

Sharon squeezed back. "Welcome to Club Petra," she said,
not quite shouting.

"How did you get us past that line," Robin club-spoke
back. "It stretched around the block!"

"I know the owner," Sharon replied, "and those big mugs at
the door! Besides, we are just their type of clientele!"

"What type is that?" Robin asked.

Sharon opened her mouth, paused, then smiled. "The
glamorous type," she finally replied, then kissed Robin
lightly on the mouth. "Let's dance!"

The foyer opened into the club's main room -- Robin
blinked as she took in the flashing lights and the pulsing,
throbbing crowd. A tossing sea of heads stretched away to
where a DJ with her hair in thousands of small braids spun
on a raised platform. Robin couldn't tell if her hair was
different colors, or if it was just the lighting.

At the entrance end of the hall was a long bar, behind
which a dozen or so bartenders were smoothly trading booze
for cash. Between the bar and the dance floor was a small
open space, kept from being annexed by the crowd on the
dance floor by a rope barrier. It looked rather like part
of a wrestling arena, but as Sharon led Robin along the
cleared floorspace, Robin ran her hand along the thick
ropes and found they were velvet.

Reaching the opening in the fence, Sharon turned, gave
Robin a brilliant smile, took her hands, and then they were
dancing.

--

Two songs in, and Robin was getting the hang of club
dancing. (It was nothing like line dancing, which was the
only sort of dance hall she'd been to!) It wasn't as bouncy
as she had thought -- it was more sinuous, more in the hips
and the torso than in the legs. Less kicking, more
undulating.

Sharon didn't kick at all -- she almost slid around the
dance floor. Crowded as it was, that meant sliding around
Robin, brushing against her, pushing into her and slowly
gyrating, until Robin wasn't at all sure how much of the
heat she was feeling was from the dancing and how much was
excitement at Sharon's touch.

The song spun down, leaving only a pulsing backbeat as the
DJ changed records. Sharon mimed getting a drink. Lots of
the girls -- the patrons seemed to be mostly women, which
Robin guessed was due to the bouncers at the door -- had
been using little drink bulbs, plastic squeeze bottle-like
things, which let them be taken on the dance floor. Robin
started to follow, but Sharon indicated that she should stay.

Then Robin was alone, and the music started again. Not
knowing what else to do, Robin began to sway. She'd danced
alone before, although never in a place like this.

Moving in time, she looked around at the other dancers.
Some of them were in really exotic outfits -- her nice
black evening dress seemed to fit in just on the 'normal'
side of acceptable. There was a slim redhead in a dress
made of small mirrors linked with wire, a blonde in blue
plastic pants and bikini top, and one of the few men she
saw was wearing leather pants and some sort of leather
strap harness instead of a shirt, a big metal ring at the
center of his chest. There were lots of people in black
leather, she realized.

That had to be hot. As Robin slowly rotated in place, she
spotted a dark-haired woman with pale, almost white skin in
an incredibly tight burgundy corset. "Speaking of
uncomfortable," Robin thought. Then she realized that the
woman was looking back at her, and blushed.

Robin managed a small smile.

The woman in the corset did not smile back, but danced her
way over to Robin. Robin licked her lips, and started to
say something, but the woman put a gloved finger over
Robin's mouth, and slid behind her, swaying to the music.

Robin didn't know what to do, so she just kept dancing.
Was this okay? She was with Sharon, after all, but Sharon
had told her to wait here. She felt hands on her hips, and
the woman in the corset was slowly pushing against her back.

The woman circled her, powder blue eyes briefly looking
into Robin's, then was behind her again. Robin felt hands
at her wrists, then her arms were slowly drawn behind her.
There was silk under her fingertips. She was holding that
waist, that incredibly thin waist, and her hands were held
there, locked in dance with this strange woman.

She looked up to find another woman approaching, a blonde
in a white dress so tight Robin could see her navel. The
woman in the corset had not released her, but pulled
Robin's arms further, behind her own corseted back, until
the two of them were pressed together, moving like one
body, Robin's hands behind, red corset's in front, placed
possessively on her hip bones.

The woman in white danced up to Robin, not stopping until
she too was pressed against her. Her hands joined the
corseted woman's at Robin's hips, and the three women moved
as one to the pulsing, demanding beat. Robin's eyes flicked
to the woman-in-white's and were caught in their golden
brown depths, glittering with sensual abandon. Where corset
was serious and cool, white dress had a smile flickering
just below the surface, occasionally flashing onto her
face, then retreating to her eyes.

Red corset returned Robin's arms to her. Robin's
fingertips were almost reluctant to leave the silk of the
corset. Fingers interlocked with those of the woman in
white, the dark-haired beauty peeled the blonde off of
Robin and clung to her, the two strange women now embracing
each other in front of a hot and sweaty Robin.

Still moving, Robin watched them grind against each other.
Was that what she had looked like, pressed between them? It
was...

"That was hot," Sharon said from beside her. Robin jumped.

Sharon laughed, and held out a little plastic bottle.
"Have some joy juice," she said. Robin took it as Sharon
gestured to a tall woman next to her. "This is Patricia,
who runs this place."

Patricia was wearing a white men's shirt, which was wet
enough that seeing the black PVC bikini under it was almost
mandatory. The bikini matched a pair of thigh-high black
boots.

"Having a good time?" Patricia asked.

"Oh, um, yeah," Robin managed. She sucked on the bottle,
which was cool and fruit-tasting.

"Fabulous," Patricia said. She leaned over to kiss Sharon
on the cheek. "Have fun love." She turned back to Robin.
"Nice to meet you," she told Robin, and moved towards the
two women who had been dancing with her. Red corset swung
their embrace open like a door, and Patricia stepped in.

A familiar hand was on Robin's back. "So," Sharon said,
"Shall we dance?"

--

The pulse from yet another song tugged at Robin's
glistening back as an equally glowing Sharon pulled her
towards the foyer. Robin turned to look back at the
glittering, throbbing crowd, already bouncing in time to
the new music. White dress, red corset, PVC bikini -- they
were all in there, still dancing, still losing themselves
in the music and the swirl of the crowd. Robin wondered if
she'd see them again, and, even if she did, if she'd
recognize them in the world outside the club doors.

Then, to her surprise, red corset winked at her from where
she danced with a girl in what appeared to be all fishnet,
and Robin found herself blushing. She managed a small
smile, then hurried off after Sharon.

"Enjoy yourself?" Sharon asked in the foyer, pulling her
cell phone from her glittery little purse. She flipped it
open; hit a speed dial button.

"That was crazy," Robin answered, "but it was so much
fun!" She flipped a long strand of hair from her eyes, only
to have it swing right back. "Oh," she said, "my hair is
ruined. I must look like a complete mess."

"Of course it's loud," Sharon said into the phone, "it's a
dance club. Yes, come get us. Ten minutes? Great. We'll be
out front in ten." She closed the phone, looked at Robin.
"A mess?" She smiled, a wicked impulse flickering at the
corners of her mouth.

"Yes," she said, voice lower, "a mess. Just like a hot
fudge sundae, when the fudge has melted the ice cream and
it's run all over the plate." Her hand brushed Robin's
cheek, circled under her arm to pull her close. "A
delicious, irresistible mess."

In contrast to the driving beat from the dance floor, the
kiss was long, and slow, and soft. When it finally ended,
Robin found herself looking deep into Sharon's eyes, and a
thrill ran through her just from staring into them that was
ten times as powerful as the kiss.

"Oh," Robin thought, "I am so in love."

They stared into each other for a long moment. The music
changed tempo. Then they both spoke at the same time:

"So-"

"Tha-"

A pause, then they laughed, holding each other. Sharon
guided Robin to her center for another long kiss, hungrier
this time.

--kelly--

Time seemed suspended as they kissed, their bodies close
together. Robin could feel her heart pounding in her chest
in time with the bass of the beat coming from the dance
floor.

Robin was only vaguely aware of the numerous clubbers who
passed through the foyer. Twelve hours ago she would have
been mortified at the thought of carrying on so in public,
but now her only concern was the caress of Sharon's hand
and the taste of Sharon's lips.

"Our ride is probably here by now," Sharon mentioned when
their lips had parted.

"Okay. Where to next?" Robin asked.

"I was thinking that we should head back to the hotel."

"I'm not tired," Robin protested.

"Neither am I..." Sharon smiled.

"Wha...? Oh..." It dawned on Robin what Sharon meant: her
boss wanted to have sex. With her. Robin. A slight panic
gripped her.

Sharon must have felt Robin's apprehension. "I want us to
spend the rest of the night together, Robin, but only if
you're comfortable."

"I... I don't know if I am, or will be,' Robin confessed.
"But I'm willing to find out!"

"Good," Sharon said. "Let's get going then!" She took
Robin's arm in hers, and together the two women walked out
of the club to the limo waiting at the curb.


CHAPTER III

The ride back to the hotel seemed too short to Robin, but
perhaps that was because she and Sharon spent the whole
ride making out in the back seat. The bright lights of the
nightlife of Chicago sped past their window, but Robin
cared for nothing but the taste of Sharon's lips, the scent
of Sharon's perfume, and the touch of Sharon's thigh
against her own.

A polite knock on the divider from their driver let them
know that they had reached their final destination for the
evening. Both women spent a few moments fixing their make-
up and straightening their hair before opening the door and
exiting the car.

They held hands in the elevator up to the eleventh floor.
They went right to Sharon's room, pausing briefly at the
door for Sharon to fish her card-key out of her purse.

Kissing resumed as they entered Sharon's room. Sharon
lightly kicked the door closed, then led Robin over next to
the queen-sized bed.

"Take your dress off," Sharon said to Robin, her voice
just slightly above a whisper. "I want to see how you look
in your new lingerie."

Sharon took two steps back from Robin and watched intently
as Robin reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper.
Robin peeled her dress of her shoulders and wriggled out of
it as it dropped to the floor in a silky pool at her feet.

"You are so beautiful," Sharon told Robin, who felt her
whole body blush at the compliment. "More than I had
imagined."

"You've been imagining me like this?" Robin asked.

"Yes, my dear assistant." Sharon began to take slow, tiny
steps back towards Robin. "I've wanted to see you. Touch
you. Feel you. Taste you." Sharon was now right up next to
Robin. She cupped Robin's breasts in her hands, squeezing
them softly, her palms brushing against Robin's nipples
through the silky bra.

"Sharon..." Robin started.

"Shh. Not yet," Sharon interrupted. She pushed down the
cups of Robin's bra, exposing Robin's bare breasts. Robin
felt a jolt of pleasure as Sharon's lips closed around her
left nipple. She enjoyed the sensation for a few seconds,
then Sharon moved her mouth over to Robin's other breast,
and the wonderful feeling began anew. Then Sharon moved her
head up and kissed Robin one more time with fire and passion.

When at last they parted their embrace, Sharon once again
stood back from Robin. "I'm going into the bathroom for a
couple of minutes," Sharon announced. "You have a decision
to make: You can, if you wish, return to your own room. In
the morning, it will be as if none of this has happened;
you will go back to being my capable assistant, and I your
boss. This evening will be nothing more than a pleasant
dream.

"Or, you may stay, and we'll have a night of pleasure
together the likes of which you've never before
experienced. We'll make love through the night, hold each
other's naked bodies as we watch the sun rise, then make
love again in the dawn of a new day.

"I'll know your decision when I return."

Robin watched intently as Sharon went into the bathroom
and closed the door. Her heart was pounding; her hands were
sweaty. To leave now would be the safest thing to do; to
stay would change her life forever.

She had just about made up her mind, when suddenly there
was a knock on the door from outside...

--sara--

She was lost for a moment as she worried over what to do.
If it was another surprise friend of Sharon's, it might
create an embarrassing scene. Her hair was completely
disheveled, she was in lingerie... it would look bad. And
if it was a surprise lover, it might be even worse.

For everyone.

Insecurity clutched at her out of nowhere. Would staying
be the swan song of her career? Sure, she wanted sex and so
did Sharon... but was it only a childish fantasy to believe
that Sharon might actually love her in return? She wanted
to believe that this would be the start of something much
better, but she also knew that business and love didn't
mix, in the end. It was a common story, and she was in
danger of acting out a part so many had played before.

She grabbed her clothes and purse. She had to leave. Tears
began to form. So close!

The knock came again, louder this time. Seven raps.
Someone was quite serious about seeing Sharon. She stood at
the foot of the bed, frozen in place. She'd never felt so
vulnerable and exposed in her life.

A pair of hands circled her waist from behind. Her head
went dizzy as the touch electrified her skin, making the
roof of her mouth tickle. "I'm glad you decided to stay,"
came a whisper in her ear. The hands moved upward to cup
her breasts as her nipples became tight She felt her knees
collapse as she was pulled backwards to sit on the bed
between Sharon's thighs. She could feel the soft, thick
terrycloth of Sharon's robe against her back, bringing her
hope to life again, along with more than a little desire.

Robin stammered a little as she spoke. "Some - someone's
at - at the door."

"I do love Chicago," said Sharon, as she kissed behind
Robin's ear and slipped out from underneath her. She padded
to the door as she continued, "You can always get what you
want, whenever you want it. Provided you know the right
people, of course."

Robin had no choice but to wait as Sharon opened the door
to greet the surprise guest. She heard the soft
conversation of someone understanding that they had
interrupted something intimate.

"Sharon Parker?" Robin cringed as she heard the female
voice.

"Yes, that's right. Just put them inside the door."

"Yes, ma'am."

There was the sound of rustling, of boxes being set down
gently.

"Thank you. Here you are."

"No trouble at all ma'am. Glad to be of service!"

Sharon sauntered back from the small hallway, untying her
robe as she walked. She smiled at Robin, and pressed her
assistant's knees apart as she placed her breasts inches
from the young woman's face.

Robin could smell the light perfume Sharon had put on
while in the bathroom. Her nostrils flared - a sign of both
her desire and fear. "What was that all about?" she said,
her voice cracking as she tried to appear casual.

"Just a delivery. Something in case you stayed."

"You thought I'd be gone?"

"I was hoping not."

"So what is it?"

"Something for later. Something for fun. Something for
you. Something you'll never forget," said Sharon. She put a
wicked smile on her face and cocked her head, as if
considering something.

"Robin, how long have you been in love with me?"

Robin was overcome shattering vulnerability and shock. She
looked down and away, not wanting to meet Sharon's eyes,
afraid of what she would see there.

Her voice was a whisper. "How did you know?"

"Robin. Darling," answered Sharon, caressing her
assistant's cheek with one hand, "I make my living reading
people, seeing through their intricate facades. It's likely
I know some things about you that you don't even know
yourself. But you haven't answered my question."

"Do you remember my interview?"

It was Sharon's turn to be surprised. "Since then?"

"No, but almost. Sharon, I might as well be honest with
you... I've loved you this whole time. But I didn't think
you would... like the idea much. And it's been strange for
me, too. I thought love between women was, well, was
something for perverts and tomboys."

Robin felt the hand on her cheek gently pull. She
relented, her eyes coming to rest in Sharon's. "And now?"

"Well, now I guess I'm either a pervert or a tomboy," said
Robin, gazing into what felt like eternity. "Not that I'm
complaining."

The kiss was on her, taking her somewhere she had only
dreamed just hours before, beyond the lust in which she'd
been bathing. She felt the bed pressing into the back of
her head and realized she'd fallen backwards, and that
Sharon was on top of her, passion flashing between them
like tiny electric shocks.

She let herself fall into the joy of the moment, into the
realization of her dream. Her legs curled behind Sharon's
pulling her closer and tighter, as her hands played over
the loose robe, basking in the feeling of having the love
of her life in her arms.

Sharon pulled back from the kiss briefly, and then pecked
her on the cheek. "Whoa, darling. We need to get out of
these..."

Robin lay still in the quiet as Sharon pulled down the
stockings and dropped them to the floor. As she removed her
robe, she knelt at the foot of the bed and began to kiss
and lick the insides of her charge's thighs.

Robin could feel the breath, the heat, the rhythm growing
inside of her. There was no turning back, now. Sharon had
been right. Tonight was for them, and for pleasure.

"God, take them off, Sharon, please!" she blurted out as
the teasing tongue became unbearable. She felt Sharon's
tongue lick up the length of her pussy through the thin
material, almost as if it wasn't there. Her legs jerked and
she moaned loudly as the pleasure erupted through her.

"Take off your what?" said Sharon, giggling.

"My panties, my panties!" cried Robin. "Take off my
panties!"

"I was just waiting for you to ask, precious," said
Sharon. Giggling, she added, "It's time for you to learn
about mergers and acquisitions, dear..."

--Eye-

"Teach me..."

Sharon's strong fingers hooked the edges of the sheer
panties and teased them over Robin's hips. "You have such
beautiful thighs," she whispered to Robin, and planted a
kiss on her bare hip.

Those thighs tickled with flames from deep in her bones.
Blood pressed through her nipples and raced through her
clitoris. The heated nubs called to be touched. Robin
lifted her hips, trying to push against Sharon.

"Oh, you're so eager. That's so exciting. You weren't sure
to begin with, but you're so hot for it now. I have to slow
myself down."

And the soaked red panties were teased over her hot nipples.

"No...please...I want..." Robin gasped.

Sharon pinched the nipple firmly. Robin felt the wet silky
fabric catch hold of her nipple between Sharon's
fingertips. A hot storm lashed in that captured soft
nugget. "Tell me what you want."

"Want your tongue..."

"Where?" she teased with widened eyes.

"Ohh...my clit."

"Since you insist." Sharon moved down between her legs,
but those fingers plucked repeatedly at her nipples.

She stretched and spread her legs. The sheets beneath the
curve of her ass were damp with the heat running between
her thighs. The tongue tip explored, danced, and gentled.
The first moan was hers, but Sharon echoed it a moment later.

The excitement in her boss' voice almost made her come.

Robin strained. Her heels found Sharon's ass cheeks and
tried to tug her closer. The tiny wiggle of Sharon's ass
told a little story. Her boss was a loving playful scamp.

The last shadows of Robin's doubt fled before the fire.

This was welcome heat. Robin fell deeply into the fires of
her passion for Sharon. The burning and trembling was
beyond what she might have imagined. She reached for
Sharon, finding sinfully smooth shoulders.

Sharon's head came up, her lips searching, and kissed her
fingers.

"No, don't stop!" Robin said.

"I don't plan to, my sopping pussycat. Move towards me a
bit."

Robin complied.

"Roll over on your belly."

"Wha-?" She giggled. "I won't be able to see." But she was
already turning over. Robin reflected there wasn't anything
that could stop this. It was too good.

"After I'm through with you, your eyes will be crossed so
hard, you won't be able to see for days." Sharon's voice
was intense with promise.

A tickle of lust nibbled at Robin's breasts and she
squirmed her chest into the sheets. "I think that's exactly
what I want."

Sharon breathed across her cunt lips. "Spread your arms
wide. Wrap your hands in the loose sheet. Hold on because
I'm going to lick you until your eyes cross."

Robin moaned when the nose and tongue touched her wetness.
Perhaps it was the intensity to everything Sharon did, or
maybe it was the words themselves, plucked from the air in
the lusty moment, but Robin grabbed the sheets tighter and
felt her cunt flame as the tongue traced her desire.

Moaning louder and tingling with near orgasm, Robin
stretched her hands further apart, holding the sheet with a
white-knuckle grip. The wicked tongue traced another
circuit around her sweet molten core.

Her breath couldn't come fast enough. Robin ground her
breasts into the bed.

The first come seemed to slice her in half with a wash of
fire. But her body didn't stop there and neither did Sharon.

Robin lost track of the bliss.


CHAPTER IV


She woke up in her Chicago hotel room and saw a naked
woman standing at the foot of her bed. She blinked her eyes
twice and then she remembered.

"Ohh, I must be in heaven..." Robin closed her eyes and
opened them slowly, wondering if the angel would still be
there.

Sharon grinned back at her. "Well, I'm hungry. Are you
getting up, or do I leave you here? I want some breakfast
before we start again."

"Again?" Robin groggily pushed herself up a bit. A tingle
of anticipation started in her pussy.

"But first, I want you to help me with this." She waved a
palmed object in her hand.

Robin stared at it until her mind puzzled out the shape.
She sat up suddenly wide-awake. "Where did that come from?"

A laugh. "Don't you remember the toy delivery last night?"
Sharon crawled onto the bed. She began to tease the
luminous pink shape through her snatch. "I told you I love
having a secret underneath my dress. I want to go to
breakfast with this in my ass. You can too, if you like.
There's another just like it."

A quick swallow, Robin leaned in and kissed Sharon. "Well,
the surprise is that neither of us are tomboys. What do I
do?"

"The whole thing is mostly gel. The narrow end goes in and
the round end is held between my cheeks. When I sit on it,
the part inside me gets larger as the round knob is
compressed. It's lovely and very wicked." Sharon expertly
rolled the shape through her luscious slickness. Then she
kissed Robin, handing her the buttplug.

"And there's another one for me?" Robin's heart pounded.
She was so wet.

"If you like..." Sharon winked.

"Oh, I like." Robin kissed the pink shape, so soft, so
naughty, and ran her free hand down Sharon's back. The tip
of the plug eased into Sharon's ass. The heat of her cheeks
on Robin's hand encouraged a slow but determined entry.

Then it snugged in place.

"So hot." Sharon wiggled her ass. "Imagine us sitting down
to breakfast. This is just the beginning lover."

"No," Robin laughed, "it's the cheeky end."


END


The following were posted with the story after the author completed
her section of the story.

Authors Comments

This is my third start. It keeps coming out as a romance
and if we happen to finish it by 6/21 we can enter it into
the Rom festival on ASS.M as a group effort. I think that
would be unique. If someone changes it to something other
than romance that will be okay, too.

Katie <katie@katiemcn.com>

My continuation ended up staying closely along the lines
Katie established in the introduction, though I also tried
to turn up the heat of the encounter a slight bit as well.
*smiles* I left my end fairly open for a turn in almost any
direction though, in case someone along the line makes a
change.  I marked my beginning with a little '-sc-', for
reference purposes.

-Cherry <serenechery@hotmail.com>

I took a left turn at Albuquerque, though in keeping with
the story thus far. I almost wrote a "what shall we do
next?" but decided to leave that up to my worthy successor.

- Tabico <tmallory@republic.org>


My part is short (just barely over the minimum), but I
managed to get our women to where *I* want to see them. :)
And I decided to go for an out-and-out cliffhanger: What is
Robin's decision? Who is at the door? Tune in tomorrow!

- Kelly < kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com>

Mine is short also. In some ways it felt predestined,
which is bound to happen later in the story. So I wanted to
bring Robin's vulnerability back, but create a vehicle for
some twists and turns. In a way, I had Robin take a step
backward... but it's the calm before the storm. How exactly
IS Sharon going to open Robin's eyes to what is possible???
Only Eye knows for sure :)

- Sara <sara_h2020@yahoo.com>

I'm glad to have had a chance to "play" with these fine
erotic authors.

- Eye <eyeofserpent@yahoo.com>

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