Strange Days Ch. 27-32

I glanced at the mess of thick cum still on the floor and grinned. "Pretty good, in my opinion."

"Great! I can't wait to see them," she said excitedly. "Listen, Violet and I are going to do some shopping, but we'll be home in time for dinner, okay?"

"No problem," I replied. "I have to finish my portfolio anyway."

"Need me to pick up some ink for your printer?" she asked.

"Nah. Dangerous Angels is all digital. I'll throw everything on a flash drive."

"Okay then. Love you, sweetie."

I smiled at the affection in her tone. "Love you too, Sarah."

When I was finished cleaning up, I took a shower and got to work on the pictures. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the photos required very little touchup work. Sometimes Phillip turned out more in focus than I'd intended, so I blurred him out just a bit more. I'd prefer not to have to do any touchup work at all, but this kind of photography was new to me. I'd get there with practice.

Choosing my favorites from the huge batch of shots, I copied them to my flash drive, along with various other newer photographs. I tried to put together as varied a collection of pieces as possible; spontaneous, journalistic, straight up portraits, headshots, fashion, and emotional.

Sarah and Violet got back just as I was finishing up.

"Holy cow," I gawked when I glanced their way. Both of them were laden down with so many bags they were actually straining. I noticed the logo on the bags said 'Gloria's Closet'. It was a second-hand store, but their stuff was still up with the current trends. It was where rich girls dumped their outfits after wearing them once. "Did you guys empty the whole store?"

Violet chuckled and dropped her bags on the floor. "Sure feels that way."

"Well, at least you went on a spree at Gloria's," I snorted.

Sarah dropped her bags and came over. I got up from my task chair and was stretching my back when she wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a hug. Her fingers dug into my ribs, making me laugh and interrupting my stretch.

"You bitch!" I teased her, straightening up.

She smiled and kissed me, then leaned back. She moved her hands to my hips and looked me up and down. I was wearing a cut off tee shirt and blue cotton panties. I didn't bother with anything else, since I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Sarah dug her fingers under the bands of my panties on my hips and pulled them out, looking down the front of the underwear at my mound.

"This is a good look for you," she grinned, which made me smile back.

She kissed me. At first it was soft and sweet, but it quickly grew eager. She shoved her long tongue into my mouth and dominated me with that kiss, licking my teeth and the roof of my mouth until I was swooning in her arms, her hands gripping my ass tightly.

"Meh," Violet said, making both of us look at her as she came over to join us, grinning. "Would look better with her cock hanging down to her knees."

Sarah and I laughed.

"You all finished up here?" Sarah asked after glancing at the laptop behind her.

I sighed. "Yep. All done."

She took my hands in hers. "Are you nervous about the interview?"

"God, yes. I mean, this is my first job doing what I've always wanted to do," I replied, then laughed nervously. "Provided I don't fuck it up, of course."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, sweetie," she smiled and gave me a reassuring kiss, then she shared a look with Violet over my shoulder, one I couldn't quite read. Sarah looked at me again. "I'll get started on dinner. Let us take care of you tonight, okay?"

I frowned, but I was grinning, interested in where this was going. "Okay," I said slowly.

Smiling, Sarah kissed me again and headed off to the kitchen. Violet moved up behind me, pressing against my back, and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me to her.

"Ready to be taken care of?" she whispered in my ear, planting a light kiss on my temple.

I turned my head to ask her what she had in mind, but her lips locked onto my mouth, interrupting me. Even though her tongue wasn't as long as Sarah's, Violet was an a-fucking-mazing kisser. She had me squirming against her in seconds. Her arms unwound from my waist and her hands moved, one of them slipping up beneath my shirt to cup one of my small breasts, and the other slipping into my panties. Her fingertips slid over my mound and into my warm cleft, just barely grazing my clit. My belly tightened and something swelled inside me.

"Keep it inside," she whispered, nibbling on my lower lip.

I nodded and tried to concentrate to keep my cock from coming out. Violet made it difficult, to say the least. She was such a good kisser, and she was gently rolling one of my nipples between her fingers, while delicately stroking my sex with her other hand. She had me hot and wet in short order.

Music suddenly filled the apartment, and I could hear Sarah working in the kitchen.

Violet stopped kissing me and turned me around. Taking my hand, she led me to her bedroom. I stared at her shapely ass the entire way, tantalized by the very lower curves of her rear end just barely peaking out from her cutoff denim shorts. When we made it to her bed, she turned us around, so that the bed was behind me, and captured my mouth with hers. She kissed me hard and deep, pushing my panties down my hips, then shoving them to the floor with her foot. I stepped out of them, and the moment my legs were spread, she cupped my dripping mound in her hand and rubbed her thumb over my clit. A wonderful tremor wracked my body, and I nearly fell to my knees, but Violet caught me.

"Shit, Violet," I gasped.

She chuckled, somewhat wickedly, and took her hand from between my legs. I was thankful for that, because the feel of my cock swelling inside me and the urge to let it out was overwhelming. Violet peeled off my tee shirt and threw it aside. She stripped out of her clothes and hugged me, kissing me again. Gawd, I loved the feel of her huge tits mashed against my chest. Her nipples were so hard they dug into my skin.

Violet left my mouth to trail hot wet kisses down my chin and neck, guiding me to sit on the foot of the bed. With her hand on the center of my chest, she pushed, making me lean back on my elbows. She was still on her feet, but leaning over me in a kind of pushup now, kissing her way down my chest. She captured my nipple in her mouth and laved it with her hot tongue, caught it between her teeth, making me gasp and churn my hips, then she sucked as much of my breast into her mouth as she could manage.

She took her time making love to my tits, so small in comparison to her beautifully big orbs, so soft and warm against my stomach. Her hand suddenly cupped me again and she slid two fingers inside me easily, I was so wet.

"Gawd!" I screamed, throwing my head back and bowing my spine. The tightness in my belly intensified, so much so that it was almost uncomfortable. It felt like I had a baseball bat in my body, and considering it was Violet that I was with and the size she preferred, it pretty much was. My legs trembled with strain and my body began to shake. "Violet," I hissed. "Can't keep it in."

"Just a little longer," she whispered, kissing her way down my stomach.

Her soft lips planted wet kisses on my mound, clit, then she closed her mouth over my seething cunt. The flat of her tongue licked a hot line up my cleft, applying more and more pressure as she hit my clit. She began to lap and kiss me, making soft wet sounds with her mouth. Hearing her eating me out with such vigor was an amazing turn-on.

"Okay," she came up for air long enough to say. "Let it out, nice and slow."

Her mouth surrounded my pussy again, and her tongue plunged inside. I understood why she wanted me to let my cock out slow, and I shivered at what she had in mind. My dick was so hard and big for her that it didn't come out easily. I flexed my muscles and hunched up to her, vaguely wondering if I was using the same muscles for giving birth to a baby.

I felt my dick sliding down my hot clenching tunnel, and I strained to keep it slow going. It was so strange, but it felt so good, with Violet making love to me with her mouth and my cock coming out. It felt like I was being fucked by her mouth and my own cock for a moment. Violet suddenly plunged her tongue deep inside me, then I felt it, the tip of her tongue against the end of my cock.

"Violet! Ohgawd!" I wailed, fisting my hands in her hair, crushing her mouth to my cunt and thrusting my hips up to her.

My dong continued its slow progress, the tip pushing through me, so fucking big, sliding over her warm tongue. I felt the flared head of my dick spreading me open, first my inner labia, then the outer, and suddenly, my cock slipped into Violet's mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head of my dick as it came out. It was just too much, her mouth on my cock and the huge shaft spreading me open.

I screamed with a small but still mind-numbingly wonderful cum. I strained up onto my elbows again, so that I could see Violet's head between my legs. I watched her move back to keep my cock in her mouth as it came out. At first, it slid straight out of me, in line with my thighs. Inch by thick inch of girl dick slid out of me, my shaft glistening with so much slippery arousal.

Her head was almost between my knees when my pole was free and began to rise up. Violet moved again, pushing up onto her arms and shuffling forward, hot wet mouth sliding down my dick until the end of me touched the soft opening of her throat. My arms fell limp to my sides as she sucked on me.

"Ohmygawd...ohjeezus," I gasped and groaned, tossing my head back and forth.

Violet sucked and slurped on as much of my hard hot dick as she could fit into her mouth. I was much too large for her to get into her throat, but what she was doing to me was more than good enough. I was nearly incoherent with pleasure, chest heaving with every breath. I was dimly aware that she was moving again, crawling up over me on the bed. She let my dick slip from her mouth to slap wetly against my stomach.

"You taste so fucking good, Amy," Violet moaned.

Her tongue flattened against the root of my shaft, the tip just grazing over my clit, then she licked up the entire length of me. She quickly crawled up over me, kissed up my chest and throat as she straddled me. I felt her take me in her hand, then suddenly I was pushing inside her.

"Fuck, you're big," Violet hissed.

I groaned loudly as inch after inch of me slid inside her, so fucking tight, but so wet she took every bit of me into her body in one smooth stroke. Her warm wet cunt was so wonderfully snug around my aching dick, the sensitive tip of my cock just touching the end of her sex. Violet ground her hips down against me in slow circles, rubbing every throbbing inch of me with her silky insides.

I felt her swollen nipples graze my breasts and managed to raise my head. Violet was leaning over me, her hands on the mattress beside my head. Her big beautiful tits were right there, but when I craned my neck, they were just out of reach of my mouth. She smiled, watching me strain to reach them, pushing up ever so slightly to keep her breasts away from me. When I tried again, she giggled.

"So eager, Amy," she cooed, lifting her hips until only the flared tip of me was inside her.

Violet began fucking the first couple of inches of my cock. The feel of it threw my head back onto the bed. I looked at her again, and the smug expression she was wearing made me growl. Bending my knees, I got my feet flat on the mattress and thrust my hips up, hard.

"Gawd!" she screamed.

My thick dick speared into her, filling her completely, and when my pelvis slammed into her, the force of it pushed her towards me. I hunched into her, forcing her even further up my body. Violet had to walk up the bed on her hands and knees to stay upright, and her breasts hovered over my face. I captured one of her big nipples in my mouth and sucked eagerly. Filling my hands with her ass, I held her tightly and began slamming my hips up, pounding her soft sucking cunt. I could feel her warm arousal trickling down my cleft and into the crack of my ass.

"Amy," Violet gasped, laying her chin on top of my head, and just the sound of my name from her lips, so desperate for release, pleading, made my cock lurch hard. "Gawd, I'm coming!"

In mid thrust, Violet pushed upright, grabbed my hands from her ass and squeezed. Her clasping sex fluttered up the length of me in a wonderful climax. She strained, every muscle in her body going rigid, her mouth open to the ceiling. Then she screamed. My cock was bathed in warm fluid and she seemed to draw me just a little further inside her. Hot cum rushed up my shaft and blew out of the end of me, deep into her body. I arched my back at the exquisite feeling of pulsing inside her, once, twice, and on the third, thick white cream boiled out of her, coating my groin with warm cum.

I don't know how long I came, but I finished before Violet did. I was completely enthralled by the sight of her cumming above me, her lush body quivering with aftershocks, beads of post orgasmic sweat trickling down her chest, her big nipples swollen and flush from my attentions. She was so fucking sexy, pinned on my cock, shaking with her release. I smoothed my hands up her sides and cupped her huge breasts in my hands, rubbed my thumbs gently across her nipples. Her mouth fell open with a little sigh and she looked at me. The next few seconds truly defined my relationship with Violet. Whereas Sarah would have adopted an emotionally intense expression and kissed me passionately, Violet grinned, leaned down over me, and kissed the ever-loving shit out of me.

She caught my lower lip between her teeth, then said with a smile, "You're setting the bar awfully high for everyone else, you know."

I laughed and squeezed her behind affectionately. Violet took a minute to catch her breath. Technically, I suppose I was doing the same thing, but in reality, I was still pretty hard, and her cunt felt wonderful wrapped around my cock, warm and wet, and pretty gooey, considering all the cream I filled her with.

After a moment, both of us seemed to realize it had gotten pretty quiet in the apartment. We looked over and saw the table had been set for dinner. Sarah was sitting backwards in one of the chairs, her arms crossed over the back of it, chin resting on her forearm. She was watching us, grinning.

I'd had sex with both of them before, in my living room, one right after the other, but for some reason, I found myself incredibly embarrassed. It was the good kind, amusing, not uncomfortable, but still, heat crawled up my face in what I have no doubt was an epic blush. My suspicion was confirmed when Sarah's grinned widened until it reached her eyes.

"You guys can shower first, if you want," Sarah told us with a little smile. "Dinner isn't going anywhere."

Violet and I looked at each other, then at the mess of thick cum between us. It was all over our groins, me more than her, obviously, and it made an absolute mess of the sheets. Looked like another trip to the laundry mat down the street was in order.

"A shower would be good," Violet grinned.

"A washer and dryer too," I raised an eyebrow.

Violet ran her hand through a puddle of the still warm goo near my hip, spreading her fingers to watch as strands of cum webbed her digits. She chuckled, "I'll say."

We took a quick shower, so as not to keep Sarah waiting. She'd apparently made lasagna at some point and reheated it in the oven tonight. It was a recipe she'd picked up from my mom, one of my favorites. She'd even made a Caesar salad and garlic bread. Tiramisu rounded off the meal. I swear, the two of them spent the entire dinner lifting my spirits, and by the time we crawled into bed for the night, I was absolutely prepared and eager for my interview.

I was going to knock Dangerous Angels dead.




Chapter 29

Naturally, I was terrified.

I arrived at Dangerous Angels at the exact time I was told to be there. I'm not sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. The offices were housed in an old three story warehouse, much like what had been turned into our apartment. From the outside, it looked like most of the windows had been covered from the inside, except for those on the ground floor. Still, they apparently generated a decent profit, given the cars in the fenced-in parking lot, from Mercedes, BMW, Lexus, and even a beautiful red Ferrari.

It felt odd, walking into the lobby with nothing but a flash drive in my pocket. It was the first and only time I'd ever brought my work with me digitally. The lobby was painted an off-white, coral or seashell, maybe, and the floors were gray and white marble tile. From the ceiling, also the same off white, hung modern halogen track lighting, the bulbs directed towards huge prints on the walls, some of which I recognized from various lingerie catalogues and fashion magazines, but I stopped in the middle of the lobby and openly balked at the last one.

It was of a beautiful dark haired woman in a simple but classy dress. Thin straps left her perfect shoulders bare, and the dress clung to her body, suggesting the shape beneath, but not overtly revealing it. It was incredibly sexy and sophisticated. My mouth was suddenly dry. Dangerous Angels was supposed to be a starting point for me, a job taking pictures of half-naked women posing in lingerie or with various naughty toys. It wasn't supposed to be like this. What was the problem, you might ask? I'd seen the photo before. It was on the cover of an issue of Vogue.

Holy shit. What had I just gotten myself into?

"Can I help you?" A cheery voice called out.

I turned and saw who I assumed was the receptionist coming towards me from one of the hallways on either side of her desk. She looked about my age, but her golden hair was put up in a bun at the back of her head, held in place with black chopsticks, and combined with the wire-framed glasses she wore, along with a very nice tailored pantsuit, she seemed much more mature than me.

I swallowed and willed saliva back into my mouth. "Hi. I have an interview with Darren Wilcox today."

"Do you?" she frowned, sitting down behind her desk and working her fingers across her keyboard. "Darren doesn't have any interviews today."

I tried to keep my face from falling. Maybe he'd rescheduled? God, please don't tell me he changed his mind before even meeting with me.

The receptionist smiled then and glanced up at me. "Oh, you must be Amy Carter."

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She laughed. "Honey, I'm betting I'm only a couple of years older than you, so no 'ma'am', if you don't mind."

"Sorry," I shrugged. "I'm a little nervous."

She laughed again. "If you think you're nervous now..." she trailed off and got up from her desk, motioning for me to follow her down one of the hallways. "I'm Kara, by the way."

"What did you mean by being nervous now?" I asked her as she led me up a flight of stairs at the back, which was unsurprisingly painted the same off white as everything else I'd seen thus far.

"Your interview isn't with Darren," she replied, stopping at a door on the second floor. A gold nameplate on the door read Jean Pierre Loree. "It's with the owner."

"Oh," was my teeny tiny whimper of a reply.

With a smile, Kara opened the door and ushered me inside. The office was stark white, and I mean pure-lack-of-any-defining-color white. The tiled floor, the smooth walls, the furniture, all of it was white. The only thing that stood out in contrast to the room was the man seated behind his desk, but even then, only just. He wore a white suit with a pink shirt and white tie. He was slender with a handsome narrow face and aquiline nose. His eyes were dark and intense, staring at me over the steeple of his fingers as he leaned back in his chair. His hair was black and perfectly slicked back. A huge flat-screen monitor hung on the wall behind him, currently showing various works of art in a slow slideshow. A modern ultra slim computer sat on a credenza beneath the monitor.