The Arrangement

"Oh my, this is not going to do at all." Eleanor noted with dissatisfaction as she brushed a fingernail across the edges of hair that protruded from beneath the soft material. "If I may?" she asked the half-naked girl.

Pamela nodded her assent when she saw the small pair of barber's shears in the woman's hand. Again with a professional skill, she trimmed away the excess hair.

"That's perfect." she said as she took a small step back to admire her handiwork.

"I really appreciated that." Pamela said, promising herself that she would come back here again and buy some more from this helpful woman.

"I almost envy the lucky young man you're doing all this for." Eleanor said.

After Pamela took off the outfit and handed it to the saleswoman, she realized that instead of taking the outfit outside to the register to ring up the sale, Eleanor was still standing there watching her dress. In fact, she seemed to have a very curious interest in her naked body.

"Excuse me." Pamela said.

"Oh I'm sorry." Eleanor said. "I have to apologize. You have a really beautiful body and I couldn't help but stare. You'd be surprised at some of the women who come in here and then can't understand why they don't look like the models when they try on lingerie. I can honestly say, you don't have that problem. But again, I do apologize."

Eleanor started out the door when Pam asked her a question.

"Eleanor, have you ever been with a woman?'

As soon as the words had left her lips, Pamela was asking herself how she could've asked such a question of a total stranger. Especially when she saw the wedding band on her hand. Immediately, it was her turn to apologize.

"I guess I had that coming, the way I was staring at you." she said. "But to give you an honest answer, yes I have."

Pamela was really surprised by her candor, but not so much that she didn't venture to ask a second question.

"Would you mind if I asked if you enjoyed it and would you do it again."

Eleanor now realized why Pam was asking the question, and whom she had bought the lingerie for. She didn't hesitate a heartbeat before giving an answer.

"Yes, and most certainly yes." she said.

Pam paid for her purchase and was leaving the store when the saleswoman caught up to her.

"I just wanted to say have fun tonight." she said in a quiet voice so that the security guard by the door couldn't hear her, then added even lower. "I put my phone number on the back of the receipt, in case you're ever interested."

Pam just returned her smile and walked out into the now closing mall. Her life was certainly taking some unusual turns this week.

At seven-forty five, Pamela's cab pulled up in front of the tall apartment building Victoria lived in. Looking upward into the night sky, she almost got dizzy trying to count up the balconies to the twenty-sixth floor where her new boss lived. She was light-headed enough, she decided, without adding to it.

"Good evening, Miss" the tall, fiftyish man in the doorman's uniform said as he tipped his hat. "May I help you this evening?"

"I'm going up to 26C, I mean I'm here to see Victoria Baxter." she said a little nervously.

"And your name please." he asked.

"Pamela Armstrong." she said automatically.

The doorman consulted a clipboard he picked up from a small desk and smiled.

"Go right on up, Miss Armstrong, you're expected." he said.

The gray haired gentleman opened the door for her and stood back to let her pass.

"Have a good evening, Miss." he said.

"I certainly hope so." she thought as she smiled back.

The elevator doors opened and Pamela stepped out onto the twenty-sixth floor. Looking down the hall, she realized there were only four apartments on the floor.

"These apartment must be enormous." she thought, trying to keep her mind on anything but what she was about to do.

26C was at the end of the hall. Pamela looked down at the white dress she had chosen for the evening, checking it one last time. It was the best outfit she owned. It hugged her body tight, showing off every curve. There was so much cleavage showing as to be almost indecent.

She took a deep breath, then pressed the doorbell. A music selection filled the air from inside the apartment.

Soft footsteps could be heard behind the double doors. As one of them started to open, Pamela was surprised not to find Victoria behind it. Instead there stood a young Asian woman about five four. Twenty-one with dark brown hair and eyes, the pretty girl wore only the slightest of makeup, just a little lipstick. A small gold chain with a cross at the end hung between her breasts, the braless valley of which were very visible beneath the half open blouse she was wearing.

"Excuse me, I think I might have the wrong apartment." Pamela Jean said as she looked back at the doorbell to check the number. "I'm looking for Victoria Baxter."

The pretty girl turned half around, jingling the jade bracelet she wore. She called out in a strong but lyrical voice.

"Vickie, there's someone here to see you."

The blond was surprised to hear the girl use the diminutive of Victoria's name. Somehow, she could never imagine he as a Vickie.

"Please come in." the girl said. "My name's Kim."

Pamela's first reaction once she stepped inside was that the apartment was even bigger than she imagined. Just the living room off the foyer seemed bigger than her whole apartment. Knowing what she paid for that, she cringed when she thought of what this place must cost.

"Can I get you something?" Kim said, "Vickie should be out in a few minutes."

"No thank you." Pamela said, wondering who the girl was. "I'm fine."

"Well make yourself comfortable then." Kim said as she looked down and noticed how open her shirt was. Quickly she buttoned it up.

As she fixed her blouse, Pam noticed a small gold pin on it. A pin she had many times seen Victoria wear as well. She wondered what it was for.

"Well I'm out of here." Kim said as she checked her appearance in the mirror in the foyer. "Vickie, I'm going." she called out.

The response from one of the bedrooms was in a language Pam didn't understand. She guessed it was something oriental since Kim giggled when she heard it. The young girl in turn called back in what Pamela assumed was the same language.

"Well it was nice meeting you." she said to Pamela in English as she moved for the door, trying hard not to giggle.

And now Pamela was alone once more, but now for long.

"You don't know how happy I am that you came here tonight." Victoria said as she emerged from the bedroom.

The brunette was dressed in a royal blue evening gown that Pam was sure cost more than she made in a month at any job. Around her neck was a diamond pendent suspended on a gold chain. The size of which told the younger woman that it must've cost even more than the dress.

Victoria moved quickly across the room to Pamela, giving her a big hug when she reached her. Before she could react to that, Pam felt Victoria's lips pressing against her own. They were soft and pleasing, yet unyielding and forceful at the same time. For the briefest of moments, she had felt Victoria's tongue in her mouth.

"Wow!" Pamela Jean exhaled as Victoria let go of her. "That was some hello."

"I guess you didn't see the sign at the door." Victoria laughed. "Abandon all inhibitions ye who enter here."

"No, I guess I missed that when your friend let me in." Pamela said, seeing a side of Victoria she wouldn't have imagined before. Maybe there was a Vickie in there somewhere after all. "She seemed to be having a little problem with her top when she answered the door."

"Are we jealous already?" Victoria grinned as she walked over to the bar and poured two glasses of champagne from a bottle already on ice. "I don't remember exclusivity being part of our agreement. Besides, she's just a friend of mine who comes over in the afternoon's to use my gym. She was just running a little behind schedule this evening, that's all."

"You have your own gym?" Pamela asked as she took the offered glass, thinking it was no wonder Victoria managed to keep in such good shape.

"Just a few pieces of exercise equipment, thetas all." she said as she took a sip from her glass. "It saves time, and time is money as they say."

Drink in hand, Victoria walked over to a large oak entertainment center and turned on the stereo. Music appeared from speakers built into the ceiling. Pamela didn't recognize the tune but it had a nice beat to it.

"Dance for me." Victoria said as she took another taste of her champagne.

"What?" asked Pam who had just taken a rather long drink of her own.

"I want you to dance for me," Victoria repeated as she sat on a tall stool by the bar. "I want you to move your body to the music. I want you to excite me, to entice me.

Pamela took one last drink, draining the glass, then put it down on the edge of the bar. She moved to the center of the room and started to sway to the music. Raising her hands high into the air, she swung her hips back and forth. As she did, her breasts heaved as well.

"This is actually kind of fun," she thought as she watched Victoria through the corner of her eyes, noting the effect she was having on the older woman. "A lot nice than the drop your pants and spread your legs attitude most men gave her."

Pam ran her own hands up and down her slowly gyrating form. Across her hips and up to the underside of her breasts. She moved them higher and felt her nipples grow hard beneath her fingers.

Victoria could feel her heart beating faster, her breaths coming quicker. She ran her fingers across the bare skin above her dress, feeling the warmth of her own flesh.

The older woman slid off the stool and moved to join Pamela Jean. She stepped behind the dancing girl and began to mimic her motions. Almost as one, the two danced to the music, their bodies moving closer with each step.

Pamela's ass pressed against Victoria's pelvis, her bare back against her satin covered breasts. She reached around and replaced Pamela hands with her own, sliding her own fingers beneath the white material.

"Ohhh" Pamela moaned as she felt her hands on her. "So soft."

Removing her hands, Victoria wrapped her arms around Pamela and spun her around until they were face to face, their breasts now pressing against each other. Their lips met with a passion Pamela had never dreamed possible in the hatchet lady. A passion that made her want to surrender to her desires.

Victoria worked her way down the back of Pamela's dress, undoing it as she went. Pamela did the same. Once done, they stepped back just enough that they could slip out of their clothes.

They stood in their undergarments. Pam in the green set she had bought, Victoria in a blue lace set just as sheer.

"That's my favorite color." Victoria said as she stepped forward and touched the half bra that barely supported Pamela's mounds. "And it's quite beautiful, as are you."

"It's not very practical I'm afraid." Pam said.

"It doesn't have to be." Victoria said as she leaned forward to kiss the top of her breasts. "You won't be wearing it long." she grinned.

With that, Victoria undid the small metal clasp in the front of the green bra, releasing the large globes. They dropped into her hands as she began to massage them.

Pamela's deep pink circles drew Victoria like candy to a little kid. Her lips closed on the closest nipple, drawing it deep into her mouth. Her tongue stroked it gently.

"Oh yes." Pamela said as the tingling of her nipples spread and multiplied across her breast.

The actions of Victoria's mouth were so unlike anything she had ever felt from a man. Usually a man was so enamored by her large mound that they attacked them like they were food to a starving man. In contrast, Victoria treated them like a delicacy to be savored.

After repeating her ministrations on Pam's other breast, Victoria continued her downward journey across the younger woman's body. She came to the sheer green panties, smiling as she saw the small damp spot in the center. She kissed the wet spot, licking the moist material. Victoria took a deep breath, taking in both the scent and the taste of Pamela's womanhood.

Now on her knees, Victoria took hold of the sides of Pamela's panties, pulling them down an inch at a time. As each small piece of flesh was exposed, she kissed it. Finally, all of it was bare.

The quick trim at the lingerie store had left Pam's bush in almost a perfect triangle. The light blond hair was almost translucent, giving a clear view of the joys beyond.

'Why don't you move over to the couch were you can get more comfortable." Victoria suggested.

The now naked Pamela quickly complied, dropping down in the center of the plush couch. She spread her legs and slid down enough that the woman on the floor would have easy access to her sex.

An access Victoria wasted no time in using. Like that of a darting snake, her tongue drove up and in the younger woman, bringing pleasure in its wake. The brunette quickly lost herself in the fires of her attraction to Pamela, concentrating all of her attention in bringing her to orgasm.

"Oh God!' Pam exclaimed after only a few minutes as she felt the first waves of a climax starting to build.

Not even by her own hand had she ever risen to a level of excitement like this so quickly. Victoria knew exactly which buttons to press. What shortcuts to take. What would feel good the most.

"Oh God!!" Pam yelled even longer and louder as those cresting waves abruptly burst into a full-blown orgasm. It was the first time she had ever had climaxed from oral sex.

Feeling Pamela's body react to her attentions, Victoria held on to her tightly and increased her efforts. She didn't stop until the younger woman finally stopped shaking.

"That was ..." she panted as Victoria moved out from between her legs. "That was incredible."

If this was any indication of what lay ahead, Pamela now understood Eleanor's answer of a few hours before.

Victoria stood up and removed her own panties, revealing a smooth shaven womanhood. She ran an extended middle finger along the center of her opening, enjoying the pleasing sensation it produced.

"I banished my pubic hair the day it started to turn gray," she explained when she saw Pam staring at her bare pussy. "Then I found I enjoyed it more this way and decided to keep it."

Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and held it together with one hand. Her other hand came to rest against the cups of her undergarment, holding it in place when she let the strap fall.

When she did let the bra fall away, Pamela viewed what she had to say, were near perfect breasts. Growing up, the standard she and her girlfriends had held to had always been size. She accepted that because that was what men judged them by. And of course she had boobs that just didn't quit, as some of the boys in her class said.

Pamela was also prejudiced by age, reasoning that a woman twice her years could never have a bust better than hers. Looking at them now, she realized that not only were the forty-three-year-old's mounds nicer than hers, the perfectly rounded small globes would probably still look great when she was fifty-three, while Pamela was already beginning to worry about the effects of gravity on her own.

After giving Pamela a good look, Victoria climbed on top of the younger woman, placing her legs astride Pam's, and in leaning forward, her breasts parallel to the blonde's face.

"Suck my breasts." she said as she leaned even closer, stopping when her small dark nipples brushed against Pam's red lips.

Pamela opened her mouth and felt the tiny firm stub pass inside. She pressed her tongue against it, feeling both the harness of her nipple and the softness of the skin around it. She began to suck on it as if she were a baby seeking nourishment, and it a way she was. If not of her body, then of her deepest desires.

Rocking back and forth as Pam suckled at her breast, Victoria rubbed her pussy against Pam's leg. In turn, the older woman's leg rubbed against Pam's mound as well. She kept this up all the time Pamela nursed at her fountains, as she moved back and forth between mounds.

"Let's move into the bedroom," Victoria whispered to Pamela as she pulled the blonde's face to the crevice between her small spheres. "I have another surprise for you there."

The two naked women walked across the long living room, hand in hand. If Pamela believed the living room was breathtaking, then there were no words left to describe Victoria's bedroom. In the center of the room was a large oversized canopy bed, covered with sheets of soft emerald green. All the light in the room was indirect, with no real source. An illumination both soft and muted. Double glass doors, the drapes of which were pulled back just enough, added the light of a full moon to the surrealistic setting.

Still holding Pamela's hand, Victoria parted the gossamer portiere that hung from the canopy and led her onto the mattress. The large custom-made bed could've held four women their size, so there was plenty of room for them to stretch out.

"Lay this way." Victoria told Pamela as positioned her diagonally across the expanse.

By this point, Pamela was willing to follow any suggestion Victoria made as a command. The night had unfolded so differently than how she had imagined it would. Her take on Victoria had been all wrong. Pamela wasn't totally ignorant, at least not as much as most people took her for. It had never been that she was the cliché dumb blond. She had brains when she made the effort to use them. Unfortunately, she learned that it was less effort to let men take care of her instead.

The younger woman was also greatly surprised by Victoria's demeanor. After leaving the office Monday, she began to do some research to help her make up her mind. It wasn't often that she used her natural intelligence but when she did, she didn't do such a bad job.

Reading a bunch of articles she downloaded on one of the computers at the public library, she discovered there were almost as many types of lesbians as there were straight women. This came as a great surprise as she'd believed up to this point that most lesbians were ugly women who couldn't get a man. That was why she was so surprised to discover that Victoria was gay. She didn't fit her preconceived image.

She was, Pamela did conclude, what they called a dominant. But before she could really research that more, her time on the machine was up and an impatient middle aged man waiting for his turn was quick to point it out. When the man saw the topic of all the printouts Pam had made, he gave her a really nasty look. A look that left her so upset that she didn't stay around to wait for another terminal to become free.

Pamela had expected Victoria to act like some sort of drill sergeant, giving orders and commanding her to please her. Instead, she had seduced her, made her want to do the things she wanted. Her manner had been firm, but never forceful.

As Victoria turned and twisted her body the other way, Pamela immediately realized they were moving into a classic sixty-nine. Only this time, instead of having a man's cock resting between the legs of the person next to her, it was Victoria's hairless mound.

A warm flush filled Pamela as she felt Victoria pick up right where she left off in the living room. The fervency of the older woman's tongue made her want to try to emulate her. She ran her hand across Victoria's mound, sliding her finger inside her as if it were her own. Ever so sensitive to another's touch, Victoria reacted to the gentle entry with a quiet murmur.

Pamela followed her finger with her tongue, running it up and down exposed pinkness, hesitantly sampling the fruits of a woman. It was, she quickly decided, not the horror she'd hear some men describe. It was different, but far easier to take than the first time a man had come in her mouth.