Summer Hire Ch. 07

Then she heard Erik's reply, "They are pretty amazing. Sure, come on over here."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Michael stand up and move over to Erik. A little more distracted now, she shifted her head to watch them better. To her amazement, Michael unzipped his fly and Erik helped him pull out his fully erect penis. It wasn't quite as large as Erik's, but she soon lost sight of it as it disappeared into Erik's mouth.

She was so startled that she stopped kissing Deborah. Melissa felt knocked off balance yet again, "Is Erik gay?" She realized that she must have mouthed her question, because Deborah shook her head. Then Deborah stroked a finger alongside Melissa's chin, using her hand to gently turn Melissa's face back to her.

Deborah whispered, "No more than we are. Don't worry." Deborah smiled reassuringly at Melissa, noting her stiffness, "Just breathe. It's okay relax."

Melissa realized that she indeed had been holding her breath. She took a couple of deep breaths, closed her eyes, and tried to relax. Once Deborah saw her features soften, she asked quietly, "Everything okay now?"

Melissa nodded her head, feeling sheepish about her reaction. She thought to herself, "After all, I was just getting horny as all hell making out with a beautiful woman, why can't the men enjoy themselves?" Thinking back to the porn movies, she realized that two men together wasn't in the scripts of the movies that she had seen, but maybe real life was different.

Still embarrassed about her reaction, she hung her head and nodded again to Melissa that she was okay. When she finally opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a glistening streak on Deborah's right breast where a drop of Erik's cum had liquified and run down toward her nipple. The sight brought back with a rush the taste and smell of Erik that was still in her mouth, and then she remembered the amazing kisses that had put it there. Very rapidly, the chain of connections brought her aroused state flowing back into her awareness.

Mischievously, Melissa said, "Oh, there's another spot I missed."

Deborah followed her gaze, and then grinned back at her licentiously, arching to bring her breast up towards Melissa's mouth.

As Melissa leaned down to lick Deborah's breast, she thought, "Hah! Now we're back in the porn movie script." The soft firmness of Deborah's breast under her tongue was a new surprise. Jill, from her junior year, had been much less endowed.

Melissa tried to remember the ways that she had been turned on when various boyfriends had licked her breasts. She experimented with long soft strokes around her areola, trying to tease Deborah. From her soft moans, it seemed to be working.

Out of the corner of her eye, Melissa watched the men. Michael's penis was still sliding in and out of Erik's mouth. Like Deborah, he seemed to be effortlessly able to take the full length into his mouth. Melissa thought, "There's got to be a trick to that."

Then she noticed both men were avidly staring at her playing with Deborah's breasts. "Guys are so fucking predictable," she thought dismissively. When Erik saw that she realized they were watching her, he gave her a wink. She grinned back, despite herself. Taking their interest as impetus, she shifted her technique to flicking her tongue across Deborah's nipples, shifting from one breast to the other.

Deborah's reaction was a sharp intake of breath, followed by little shudders. Knowing that she was performing for the men, Melissa gently lifted one of Deborah's nipple rings with her tongue and took Deborah's stiff nipple between her teeth. Then she flicked her tongue across the portion trapped inside her mouth. Deborah arched a little further, and quietly moaned, "Oh god!"

"Wow," thought Melissa, "Either she's also putting on a real show for the boys or she's way more sensitive than I am. Maybe it's those damn rings. Nobody's ever turned me on like that just by playing with my boobs." Melissa wondered if Deborah was close to coming, and felt guilty for having brought her to this point without any plan for going further.

"In for a penny?" she asked herself. Then she slipped out of the chair and knelt in front of Deborah. When Deborah saw what she was doing, she smiled gratefully and spread her legs.

As their eyes met, Melissa was shocked at the intensity of the connection. The warmth that filled her was not just all arousal. Melissa felt as though they were kindred spirits, connected in some deeper way. That idea made the thought of burying her face between Deborah's legs less of an act. Instead, making love to Deborah suddenly seemed much more intimate and scary. She told herself, however, that it was too late to back out now.

She crouched down to lick across the soft, bare skin above Deborah's mound. Melissa was amazed at how smooth it was shaved. She couldn't even feel the little rises of hair follicles under the skin. She found herself wondering if the smoothness came from waxing everything. The bikini waxes that Melissa had gotten were unpleasant enough to dissuade her from ever having all of her pubic hair taken off that way.

Melissa realized that she was distracting herself with these stray thoughts, so she pushed them aside. She drew her tongue slowly up alongside Deborah's swollen labia. She could see the glistening line that lay between the folds. There was even a slick spot on the seat cushion between Deborah's legs. It seemed that Deborah had not just been faking the intensity of her reaction for the benefit of the men.

Then Melissa blew a stream of air softly across Deborah's sex, which caused her to moan loader. Eagerly, Deborah wriggled down, half laying in her chair to present herself more directly. Melissa scooted back a little and was surprised to find herself admiring the view. Deborah's motion had opened up her labia, exposing a drenched cleft, with the wetness running all the way down to the pinkness of her anus.

With a devious grin, Melissa ran her tongue around and across Deborah's tightly puckered sphincter, and then swept upwards, parting her labia, reaching deeply into her vagina, ending up circling the ring that pierced the hood of her clitoris. Deborah shuddered as Melissa's tongue lifted her ring and chain.

Finally, Melissa lay her tongue down on top of Deborah's exposed clitoris and pressed downwards, careful not to let her tongue move too much, afraid of overstimulating her raw nerve endings. Deborah's breathing sped up into shallow pants. Melissa slowly rocked her head back and forth, varying the angle of her pressure on Deborah's straining clitoris. Then Melissa softly slid her tongue back and forth with the rocking motion, and Deborah exploded into a gasping, quivering orgasm.

As her motion subsided, Melissa slowly pulled away, sitting back on her heels. She looked around and saw that the men had finished. Michael was already sitting back in his chair. Seeing that she still had the men's rapt attention, she adjusted her kneeling position into the submissive posture that Erik had taught her.

Erik chuckled and told Michael, "She learns quickly." Melissa thought she heard pride in his voice, which made her feel good. She worried that her warm feeling was the same as a dog might feel being praised by its master, but she decided not to worry about it for the moment.

Michael nodded agreement, "Indeed, she is a natural." Looking over to Erik, he added, "And, of course, your training is impeccable. I should know," he continued, gesturing toward Deborah, "I am already the beneficiary of your wonderful technique."

Melissa looked up at Deborah. She seemed to have recovered from her orgasm and she held her hand out to Melissa asking, "Can I help you up?" Deborah turned to the men and told them, "Us girls need to go to the potty."

Michael complained, "You know I like to watch."

Deborah replied, "Don't worry Master, I'll save some pee for when we get home."

Michael reluctantly agreed, "Well, all right then, I suppose you may go. Erik and I have some business to talk about in any case. And the details aren't for your ears. I can't have you trading on inside information."

Deborah stuck her tongue out at him. "Currency, I'm a currency trader. Your piddling little penny stocks hold no interest for me."

He laughed, "Wounded, I am, wounded to the heart. 'Penny stocks' indeed! I'll have you know that all you are is a quant. I, on the other hand, am a true arbitrage artist."

"Then maybe I won't save any pee for later... Master."

"Hah. I'll tie you up and play with you, and I won't let you come until you piss all over yourself."

"That's a promise I'm going to hold you to." Deborah held her hand out to Melissa again and said, "Come on. Let's go before he tries to renegotiate the deal."

Melissa had been so amazed by the conversation that she only remembered at the last moment to get up gracefully. After all the time on her knees, however, she was wobbly in her tall heels. Deborah held her hand to steady her until she got her balance back.

Then Deborah stood to join her, and Melissa found that she towered over the other woman. Deborah was barefoot. She was also a few inches shorter than Melissa, even without the difference in heels. Despite the difference in height, Deborah linked her arm with Melissa's and guided them towards to women's restroom.

As they walked, Deborah commented softly, "You seemed... a little shocked by that last bit."

"Well, ah... well the whole evening, really. I mean, ah, do you actually..."

"Pee for him?"

Melissa nodded.

"Sure. He loves it. Gets him all hot and bothered. And I like pleasing him. It makes me feel wanted and sexy. I mostly get hot just from knowing what it's doing to him. That's part of being a submissive, you know. So sure, peeing on the floor wouldn't really do anything for me if Mike wasn't around, but I love to do it for him. Of course, when he's over at my place, I try not to pee on anything that's too hard to clean. The only time I ever got angry about it was when he pissed on me when I was sitting on my couch. It's fabric. His couches, of course, are waxed leather."

"Uh?"

"Yeah, he loves to pee on me. He really loves filling up my mouth and having it dribble all down my chin and front." Deborah saw Melissa's shocked look and reassured her, "It's pretty harmless. You know urine is sterile. It's not like poop. Yeech!"

Melissa looked down at the floor, embarrassed, "Ah, about that, I'm sorry about the 'back to front' thing. I mean, I've been taught since I was a little girl, always wipe front to back. I didn't mean to, well..."

Deborah laughed, "Don't worry, my OB a long time ago prescribed me some antibiotics to take after any of that sort of play. I take a pill before I go to sleep and that's all I usually need. Besides, it was really fun. I like getting my ass licked. And you were really good everywhere else too. I had a great orgasm. Thanks."

"Uh, you're welcome."

Melissa looked around to see if anyone had overheard Deborah. There was nobody immediately nearby, but she realized that she had been so intrigued by their conversation that she hadn't paid attention to how strange it was to be walking with a naked woman through a restaurant. She looked down and saw that the buttons on the lower part of her dress were still undone and her dress had parted completely open from the waist as they were walking. She fought back a panicky need to grab at the fabric to close it. She reminded herself that the dress was only shear lace anyway, so closing the front wouldn't really change anything. Then she repeated to herself that being a sex slave was simply her summer job, so she should just go with it.

While she was sorting out her feelings, Deborah led them down a carpeted corridor to the women's restroom. As she walked in, she saw it was very plush. There was a softly lit anteroom with leather upholstered stools in front of a long mirror and a narrow counter.

Deborah sat on one of the stools and patted on another to encourage Melissa to sit down. Melissa gathered her dress to sit, but Deborah stopped her, "Nope." Melissa paused, looking puzzled. Deborah explained, "When you're dressed like that, you're supposed to sit with your naked bottom on the stool and let your skirt hang over. Even when Erik's not around, it's best to practice."

Melissa said slowly, "Okayyy..." Then she arranged herself as Deborah had told her. "I guess there's a lot to learn. It's all so weird. I mean, well, I feel kind of unstuck. It's like suddenly waking up in Hogwarts. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah. You have very definitely stepped through the looking glass. And on this side, well, the rules are a bit different."

"No shit. I mean, being told to make out with a woman. I've never done that before, well, except once, when I was really drunk."

"Did you have as much fun that time too?"

"Ah... yeah. Probably. I'm not sure. I was pretty drunk. But the thing is, I know I like boys better. I mean, it's not just a homophobia thing."

"Sure, and I like men better too. And Erik likes women better. So does Mike. Doesn't mean that we can't play around."

"Oh that's good."

"What, playing around?"

"Ah, well, that too. No, I meant knowing that Erik likes girls better. I kind of got a little worried there. I mean, with his uncle and all."

Deborah laughed quietly. "I see. Well on this side of the looking glass, we call it polyamorous, or polysexual, or whatever. The bottom line is that a lot of kinky people are willing to... experience other ways of being, without worrying too much about labels. People try hard to just be comfortable in themselves. Kink can be weird enough. Being judgmental makes it way too hard.

"Aren't there any rules?"

"Sure. The core rule, at least for the people I hang out with, and frankly for the vast majority of the kinky world, is usually called 'safe, sane, and consensual', or some variation of that."

Melissa had a puzzled expression, so Deborah continued, "Okay, so what that means is that stuff doesn't 'just happen'. People talk about it first. They negotiate details and limits. They check in with each other while the scene is happening. Nobody does something that puts another person in jeopardy. Ever. And no matter what, there's always a safe word. Anyone who's truly crazy is simply not tolerated."

"But, like the chubby guy on the leash, licking that woman's boots. You know, the couple we walked past? Isn't that a little crazy?"

"That's just his kink. It's what gets him off. Sure, it's pretty weird and who the hell knows why he likes it, but the thing is, it doesn't hurt anyone else. Plus he's found a woman who will indulge his needs. Of course, that's Mistress Valerie. She charges a shit load. Man, I tell you, there's so many rich male subs in this town, a female dom like Valerie really cleans up.

"Anyway, true craziness is someone who's a psychopath, or schizophrenic, or whatever. Real mental illness. Those are the sickos. Newbies have to learn to watch out for them.

"Which means you're really lucky to have started out with Erik. Besides being gorgeous, and rich, and smart, he's mostly got his head on straight about all this stuff. What's really important is that this stuff only works for him if his partner is enjoying it. So sure, he's into all kinds of interesting kink, including spanking and whipping, and so on. But it only works for him if the woman is really into receiving it.

"The ones you have to watch out for are the guys who get off on causing somebody pain that they don't want or like. Nonconsensual. Involuntary. Those guys are the true psychotic sickos. Their empathy isn't wired right. Not just guys, women too. The ones who enjoy the power of hurting somebody against their will. That's a really scary situation. Those assholes are the lurkers around the edges. People find out about them quickly and they get banned. The good thing is that Erik will help you stay clear of all that."

"Wow. That whole thing sounds kind of scary."

"Yeah. Well it is, but it's actually pretty easy to manage. Especially for somebody strong like you. It's not like you're some pathetic little sub who can't think for herself. Besides, Erik really can't stand that kind of sub anyway."

"So, ah... you've know him for awhile?"

"Yeah. We were together a couple of years ago, for a while at least. Relationships don't seem to last long with Erik. I think it's that whole orphan thing. He tell you about his parents?"

"Yeah. That must have been terrible."

"His grandparents sure as hell didn't help. They didn't give him anything that resembled love."

"What about his uncle?"

"Wow, now there's an amazing guy. It's like if you took all the sweetness and compassion from Erik — and he's got plenty of it, even though he tries to keep out of view — anyway, you took all that good stuff and made someone who's only that, then you'd have his uncle. I ran into the two of them once at a gallery showing. Erik was funny about it. He was so protective and gitchy, but his uncle was incredibly warm and invited me to join them. I could tell their relationship was very important to Erik. Man, if he ever takes that special someone to visit his uncle, now that's how you'd know it was serious."

"So it wasn't serious between you two?"

"It was... intense. Wow. Yeah, 'intense' hardly describes it. But serious? No. Truth is, I don't think Erik's ready to be serious. That orphan thing. And, in all honesty, it wasn't just that.

"I mean, Erik is such an awesome dom; he's got this incredible antenna for understanding what his partner is feeling. The way he gets off is by taking his partner to a whole different... I'm not sure what to call it... maybe a 'plane of existence'. Anyway, calling it 'subspace' is just too kitschy for where he can take someone.

"So, for me, lots of things can take me there. For instance, I love, love, love being tied up. And I hate it, well, actually love it when someone keeps me right on the edge of an orgasm for a long time before they finally send me over. Let's see, I love playing dress-up and role-playing stuff. Hell, I even really loved making out with you. That was awesome. My problem is, though, spanking and whipping, that really doesn't do it for me.

"It's, well... I can sort of get into it. As a submissive, anything that gets my Master excited does something for me. Even Mike peeing in my mouth can kind of be a turn-on — but mostly because I know what it's doing to him. Even swapping cum with you was the same way. It's my knowing what it does to my Master. It sure isn't the taste. I don't know anybody who actually likes the taste of cum. It's dick snot!"

Melissa looked unsure, so Deborah explained, "The thing is, your body only knows one way to make thick liquidy stuff. You know, like when you get a cold and all this disgusting stuff is pouring out your nose and down the back of your throat. That's the same as cum. Yummy, isn't it?"

"Okay, so now I'm never swallowing a guy's load again, ever."

"Sure, but keep in mind that we don't taste much better. Pussy juice is the same idea, only a little thinner. And squirters! Man, a woman who gushes all over your face when she comes — that can be a little too intense."

Deborah paused. She leaned over and casually drew the back of her fingernail up the inside of Melissa's thigh, "So if you don't want to suck down cum ever again, does that also mean you don't want me kneeling down in front of you, ever again?"

Melissa blushed and stammered, "I guess, I mean, it's just that, well, sure it was kind of... really wonderful. So I guess we could, sometime..."

Deborah smiled, "Hey, I really did like it. You... you're a pretty cool person. I guess I understand some of what Erik sees in you. And yeah, sure, we can get together again. It doesn't just have to be for awesome girly sex." She smiled mischievously, "We'll leave time for other stuff."