Bliss (5 page)

Sinclair took a deep drink of water.

"What kind of women do you like, Sinclair?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't given it much thought."

"Yeah, you have. Don't bullshit me." It was strange to see
her elegant mouth shape that curse word. In the sweat of the
bedroom, it was OK. Here in the restaurant it was raw, surprising.

She thought of the woman she'd most imagined touching.
At Volk, while meetings dragged on, she'd imagined Margo
Phelps fucking her until she screamed out the year-end financial goals to the whole building. Margo, Sinclair was convinced, was a closet lesbian, too, with her broad shoulders
and short fingernails.

"Powerful women." She grinned, feeling bold. "Women
with apple-sized breasts and high, round asses."

"Crab apple or Gala?"

Sinclair glanced at the other woman's breasts. "Granny
Smith." They shared a naughty smile.

The waitress came back with a plate of artfully arranged
toast and eggs and a pitcher of Bloody Marys. Regina poured
a tall glass for each of them.

"A toast." She lifted her glass. "To apples."

Sinclair giggled. "To apples."

They went through two pitchers of Bloody Marys together, lifting their glasses to toast various parts of the female
anatomy until all they had to work with were toes and hair
follicles. Sinclair barely touched her food.

"You're very beautiful," Sinclair said over the fifth glass of
her morning cocktail. "The first time I saw you I was totally
thrown for a loop."

Regina laughed. "Was it the ass or witty repartee?"

"Neither. It was your mouth. It's so ... damn sexy,"
Sinclair's thoughts swam in her brain, mostly remaining out
of reach. The words that came out of her mouth didn't seem
to have any forethought attached to them. "The ass came
later. When you were walking out of the elevator."

"My ass has been known to drop many a woman to her
knees."

"Mm, can we practice that one again later?"

"We can practice it right now. They have nice big bathroom stalls here."

"OK, let's go." Sinclair stood up.

"I'm just kidding, honey." Regina pulled her back down
with a soft tug and a laugh. "There's time enough for that
later." She looked at her watch. "There's something else I
want to show you today."

Sinclair leaned forward with childlike enthusiasm. "Is it a
surprise?"

"Yes. Are you ready?"

Sinclair drained her glass in long, luxurious gulps. "Now I
am."

Regina drove them in her Mercedes to a warehouse near
the wharf. The sun slid over the wooden boxes and pallets in
haphazard piles, making them almost beautiful. Quiet hung
in the air. As they walked toward the single electronic door, it
began to rise with a series of clangs and squeaks. As soon as
they walked through it, the door started to lower. It hit the concrete floor with a loud bang, then a sound came out of the
darkness, a fumbling of keys as if someone were locking it,
locking them in.

"What is this?" Sinclair asked.

"You'll see."

Regina took Sinclair's hand in reassurance, then let go. An
arrow of light from a high window led them to another
room, or maybe it was a corner of the larger room. Sinclair
couldn't tell. She couldn't see. But she could smell things. Oil
from a car or large equipment. The scent of women and sex
and baby powder. Regina led her up a flight of steep stairs.

Sinclair's head swam, but was getting clearer by the
minute. Soft light flooded the room.

"We're here," Regina called out in a light teasing voice.
Laughter greeted her announcement as women-tall, short,
white, Asian, black, Latina-suddenly began emerging from
the corners, all wearing some bit of lingerie or other.

"And we're ready," a tall woman chuckled, walking up to
kiss Regina softly on her mouth. Her ebony skin gleamed in
the faint light.

Sinclair counted five women. They looked at her and
Regina with various degrees of amusement and anticipation.

"Is that all, Reggie?" the ebony queen asked.

"Is that all? Ha! You don't know what I've got." To
Sinclair, Regina said, "Don't worry. You'll enjoy this."

A tall Asian woman with short hair clipped close to her
head walked toward the trio. "You haven't told her what's
going on?"

"And ruin the surprise? Of course not."

A few of the women laughed, low and predatory sounds
that made Sinclair shudder in the warm warehouse.

Regina squeezed her hand again. "It'll be fine," she whispered.

Then at a signal from her, the women converged on
Sinclair, pulling her deeper into the warehouse, where there was more light and what looked like a large sitting room
with a mishmash of chairs and tables. A high platform bed
with white sheets sat in the middle of the room.

"Come, make yourself comfortable," someone said.

As if Sinclair was being given a choice. They tugged her
over to a leather Queen Anne chair the color of fresh blood
and started pulling at her clothes, sweetly, if one could describe forced stripping as such, while looking at her with
their heavy-lidded eyes. Regina stood a few feet away, watching, smiling.

"This is going to be fine," she mouthed. At least she would
enjoy it.

"You've got pretty skin," a voluptuous woman said with a
slight Spanish accent. Her long black hair tumbled over
Sinclair as she leaned close. It smelled like cloves.

"Look at those fingers." The Asian woman smiled at
Sinclair. "They're so long."

"She's skinny but still cute."

The woman with skin the color of night stroked Sinclair's
face. "You could have been a model, baby."

"Or a stripper. Look at those hips. I bet you could bump
and grind real good." The tall butchy woman with pale
caramel skin wearing tight white boxers and a hacked-off
tank top pulled Sinclair's dress over her head. She winked
when she saw Sinclair looking. Her muscled belly pressed
briefly against the accountant's cheek. Sinclair could smell
her cologne and the spicy scent coming from inside her
shorts.

"Gorgeous tits." Cool fingers brushed Sinclair's nipples.
They let her keep on her panties.

"Can we tie her up?" This from a woman with brown hair
and a soft, touchable body.

"No. Not yet." Regina still watched, still smiled.

Sinclair shivered in anticipation and fear. What had she
gotten herself into? She didn't even know this woman. Did Regina even work for Volk? That was probably a fake name
anyway. Why-?

The Asian woman pulled her clothes off, revealing a pleasing blend of soft breasts, lean belly, and narrow hips that
were barely hidden by a low-cut bikini. She blew Sinclair a
kiss and took off the bikini. Sinclair felt herself blush and she
looked down, away from the woman's body.

"She's sweet," someone said.

"We'll fix that before the day is through."

Regina chuckled. "Open up your eyes, honey, the real
show hasn't even started yet."

Sinclair had watched Regina perform in bed before,
touched herself to some inner music only she heard. But this
was nothing like that. These women were strangers. Sinclair
was terrified, yet intrigued in a way that Regina must have
known she would be.

"I'd never introduce you to anything that I thought you
wouldn't be ready for," she'd said to Sinclair once. She should
have paid attention to whatever else Regina had said that day.

The Asian woman was the only one naked. Everyone stayed
in their provocative clothes-ripped denim shorts that sagged
over boxers or bare skin, this season's Victoria's Secret panties
and matching bra, lace negligee and bare feet. All on bodies
that ran the gamut from full and fleshy to hard and toned, then
back again.

"Watch."

They started to perform for Sinclair. Or rather, for Regina.
Sinclair was just an incidental observer. The brown-haired
woman touched the hard-bodied angel in the boxer shorts
and ripped tank. She brushed her lace-covered breasts against
Hard Body's back and was rewarded with a hand on her ass
and a kiss. Breasts touched breasts through cloth, then fingers
brushed the lace negligee aside for lips to kiss the revealed
nipple. Hard Body quickly rid the other woman of her clothes.
A tattoo of entwined, lushly green ivy wound all the way around the voluptuous woman's waist. Sinclair's panties suddenly felt too tight, too wet.

"You like?" Regina stood at Sinclair's chair, her mouth
curved in that smile, clothes on, like the director of the show.
Sinclair didn't know what to say. But her body was interested.

Regina looked down at Sinclair's hardened nipples and
smirked. "I'll let you get back to it." Then she stepped back.

The women converged on the bed and on each other.
Naked now, Hard Body sat down on the bed, and spread her
legs for Ivy. She was shaved, with small and delicate lips that
Ivy breathed over then began to lick. Even from where
Sinclair sat she could see that Hard Body was already wet.
Venus with the long black hair and heavy breasts sat higher
up on the bed, watching as she stroked herself, caressed her
thick brown nipples while her mouth opened in a delighted
0. She knelt just above Hard Body's head, close enough for
her to smell and see, but not touch. Hard Body groaned and
arched her pussy up toward the tattooed woman's mouth.

At the sound of that deep, delicious sound, Ivy gave up her
cat licks and dove into her pussy as if she was starving, licking and eating her with hungry wet sounds that made Sinclair
squirm against her chair. The Asian woman came up behind
Ivy and interrupted her view. Sinclair blinked at the unexpected
addition to her lean dancer's body-a dash-toned dildo attached with leather straps to her hips. It was already covered
with a condom.

"Get on your knees for me." She guided Ivy to her knees,
without interrupting the other woman's hungry, pussy-eating
rhythm.

Her long hands spread the full curves of Ivy's ass, then
with a graceful, practiced move, slid deeply inside the tattooed
woman. Ivy grunted but continued to dine on her well-muscled
lover, stroking the dark nipples above her head as she ate. Hard
Body laughed softly. "This ain't no pettin' zoo, baby. Squeeze
my tits like you mean it."

Venus took pity on her and interrupted her self-pleasure to
push Ivy's hands away. She leaned over the muscled woman,
brushing her thick hair aside to fasten her greedy mouth on
Hard Body's breasts. Her tongue moved with sure, hard strokes
while her finger pinched and rolled a dark nipple until the
muscled woman gasped and groaned her encouragement.
Venus's eyes swept up to meet Sinclair's, whose panties were
now soaking wet; her breasts tingled beneath a thin layer of
sweat. She wanted to be touched. Badly.

"Sit here." Someone guided Sinclair to a chair with a better view. "This is much better. Don't you think?"

Now she could see the long arch of the muscled woman's
body draped across the bed, her neck stretched back against
the sheets and vibrating to her heavy breaths as Venus with
the long hair suckled her breasts from above, biting and
squeezing the hard nipples. The long-haired woman had a
hand buried between her own spread legs. Ivy's wet mouth
rode Hard Body's undulating pussy while her hands anchored themselves on the dark thighs. As if Sinclair's eyes
touching her was the signal, the Asian woman reared up behind Ivy, burying her brown dick deeper in the tattooed
woman's drenched pussy. Ivy gasped, then groaned deep in
her throat. A chorus of moans and gasps overtook the room.

"You like that?" The chocolate goddess sitting on the arm
of Sinclair's chair finally pulled her attention from the scene
in front of her. Sinclair licked her dry lips.

"They're very uninhibited."

"You could say that."

"Jesus-!"

Sinclair looked up in time to see Hard Body's hands wrap
themselves in Ivy's hair, pulling her deeper against her pussy.
Her gasps became louder in the lofted space. Suddenly Sinclair
couldn't see. Soft cloth brushed her cheekbones and tightened
behind her head. She stiffened.

"Relax." Regina's voice dripped, melting sugar sweet, near
her ear.

"Did you bring us an innocent to corrupt, Reggie?" someone murmured from nearby.

"Me? Never." Regina chuckled, then brushed her lips
against Sinclair's. "Listen," she commanded.

Noises slipped out at her from the darkness-the slap of
flesh against flesh, ragged moaning, hisses, gasps, the slide of
sweat-drenched bodies.

"Faster," someone urged breathlessly. Beside her, Sinclair
heard hands against cloth, the sound of someone undressing,
lips meeting in a wet kiss, a giggle. A hand brushed Sinclair's
throat.

"If you ever want to stop, to go home, just say the word."
Regina's breath hovered near her ear, waiting.

"I will."

She rewarded Sinclair with a deep kiss. "Good girl."

When the sounds shifted back, she felt a hovering at her
mouth, then the soft brush of something. "Open your mouth."