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Connie March closed her book and looked at the alarm clock. It was just past 11:00 o'clock, she needed to get some sleep.

Her job as legal secretary was new to her and she needed a clear head to keep up with the demands of her new boss. Hannah Jessep was a beautiful oriental woman who was always crisply dressed with impeccable makeup and flawless hair. She was a high class contract lawyer. She had all of the city's movers and shakers knocking on her front door. She was the best, from what Connie had heard. She was also one of the most beautiful Thai girls Connie had ever seen. She was jealous, of course. Connie could not get used to being the center of attention for any client who walked into the office, only to have them predictably follow Miss Jessep into her inner office tongue tied and stupid after just one glance. Connie was considered beautiful, but Miss Jessep was the real beauty. This irritated Connie considerably. Connie rolled over and watched the shadows moving on the wall as the light from the street light filtered through the old oak tree outside her window. The wind was picking up, she noted as she closed her eyes.

At first Connie didn't believe her ears when the phone rang. There were few people who knew her, and even fewer who would call her at... Connie rolled over and looked at the alarm. It was 12:15 in the morning! "What?" Connie said, rather rudely as she picked up the phone.
"Connie?"
"Yeah?"
"This is Miss Jessep... Hannah."
"Oh, hi," Connie said quickly, sitting up in bed. She brushed back her hair with a hand and turned on the light.
"Is there a problem?" Connie closed her eyes and wished Hannah not to say she was fired.
"Well yes, actually. You see I have been doing a little work at home, and suddenly realized that I can't do this alone. I was wondering if I could convince you to come over. I know, it seems strange, but you know how I am," Hannah said with a short laugh.

I actually know nothing about you, Connie thought to herself, but she was not about to tell Miss... Hannah that. Hannah was a very eccentric, rich woman who had the short-sightedness to hire Connie even though she had almost no qualifications. Connie would take advantage of that and learn her new job as quickly as possible. Then she would be ready to step up to a better job in another law office. "If you're worried about coming in to work tired, don't. You will have the day off, of course. I'm certainly not working you both day and night, I'm not that much of a taskmaster."
"Oh good," Connie sighed. That was exactly what she was worried about. A late night working session and the following day off was absolute heaven. She could sleep late and get some shopping done. "Here are the directions..."

Connie got her first surprise when she found herself at a normal moderately priced condo. She expected a million dollar home with fences and gates. She glanced at the directory by the front entrance, then climbed the stairs to the second floor. Half way down the building she found number 23a. She rang and waited. Humming to herself, she turned toward the railing and stared at the lights of the city across the bay. Hannah had quite a view, which was probably one reason for picking that particular condo. The night was warm and sticky. She liked the feeling of the warm breeze blowing in off the ocean and up her skirt. It felt good against her legs. "Connie," Hannah said cordially from behind her. It sounded like she was greeting and old friend, not a menial. Connie turned and nodded as Hannah stepped out of the way. Hannah took a moment to enjoy her view of the city before stepping back and closing the door. "I never grow tired of the view," Hannah said with a warm smile. "It's a lot like my old home in Thailand, only we had the Chaophraya River, not a bay."
"Oh, I thought you were born in America," Connie said with a forced smile.
Hannah shook her head wordlessly. "I can understand why you live in a moderately priced home," Connie said with some embarassment. "I expected a Frank Lloyd Wright, but the view makes up for it."
"I actually have a million dollar home, I just split it down the middle."
"How?" Connie asked, putting her briefcase on the kitchen table.
Hannah shook a finger at Connie and took her briefcase into the living room. "I have half of it here and half in Rio," Hannah said with a giggle, putting the briefcase on the coffee table. "You are so lucky," Connie said enviously, staring at the expensive art on the walls around her.
"Lucky? Yeah, I guess I am," Hannah said thoughtfully. "But it did take SOME work on my part."
"Yeah, I suppose so," Connie said with a yawn. Hannah frowned briefly, then her smile returned. She was wearing a long silk bathrobe with a peacock on the back and little houses and stuff on the front. Connie could not fault her fashion sense, even if it was a little gaudy for her taste. Hannah sat on the couch across from Connie and crossed her shapely legs. The bathrobe slid open, but Hannah didn't seem to notice, or care. "My mother was a whore in a massage parlor," Hannah said in a quiet voice, "she started working for a big house in Bangkok when she was 13. American men like young girls, which is why I'm not too fond of American men. I'll take their money, but that's as far as it goes. My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen. Unlike most unexpected children, my mother loved me very much. She put her money to good use by giving me a formal education, the best money could buy. She even got me through three years at the University of Bangkok. I devoted a great deal of time to planning my future and learning to speak English properly was a big part of it. I was determined to come to America and I prepared. While attending the University of Bangkok, I worked part time as a "buy me drink girl" in the Soi Diamond district where my mother worked." Hannah saw Connie's puzzled look and smiled. "A "buy me drink girl" is a girl that hangs out in bars and acts like a whore, but never puts out. Men would buy me a drink, or a bottle and I would get a commission from the overpriced drinks they bought. We never drank liquor, we always drank tea or grape juice, but the men thought they were paying for whiskey or champagne. This got me into trouble a few times, I had my arm broken once and I have a knife wound down here," Hannah opened her robe and pointed and her lower abdomen where a neat little scar showed, just an inch above her black lace panties. "I learned to fight and to judge people at a glance. My life depended on it then, and my career depends on it now. I mostly got three, sometimes four hours of sleep a night, which explains why I work late nights now. I managed to save up enough money to get me here to America. When I started school here I found that most of my overseas courses were not accredited, so I nearly started over with my college education.

I worked my way through law school as a topless dancer. I would dance until two in the morning, sleep five glorious hours, then attend school during the day. It was absolute heaven, I actually got two whole days off each week to sleep as long as I wanted. And now, here I am. I never have to demean myself and I only take my clothes off when I feel like it," Hannah said with a smile. She gently kicked a shapely crossed leg and stared at Connie with humor in her eyes. "Oh shit, I am so sorry," Connie said in wide eyed horror.
"For what? I'm on top of the world. I really am extremely lucky."
"But I implied that... I mean after all your hard work... What about your mother?" Connie finished lamely. "Mama owns the whore house now, with a little help from me.
It had been her dream. She also owns sixteen other small business in the Soi Diamond district. She plans on owning half the district in another ten years. I have a house there too, buy the way, but it's mostly my mothers. She has a dozen servant lovers and lot's of friends who used to work with her. She sits around and tells stories about how great I am doing in America and how rich I am." "Oh Hannah, I am so sorry," Connie said meaningfully. "If you have a sharp knife I will just cut my throat and get it over with."
"That would be a hell of a waste," Hannah said, getting to her feet. "Besides, I would never let anyone touch that lovely little neck of yours I need you," Hannah said, touching Connie's neck on the way by. Connie shivered as Hannah went into the kitchen and made "getting drink" noises. Connie felt so bad, and so stupid. Hannah had worked her entire life for what she had, Connie's job had been nothing more than an afterthought, a whim. She had hardly worked for anything since graduating from high school. She felt ashamed. "Feel better?" Hannah asked, handing Connie a drink while sitting on the arm of the couch next to her. Her gown fell open again, showing every inch of Hannah's lovely legs. Connie stared briefly, then gulped her drink. "Well no, actually, I feel horrible. I have never worked hard at anything in my life, and here I am working for you. I'm really not qualified, you know." "You'll learn. The community college offers night classes on paralegal and secretary skills." "I didn't know that, but I will absolutely check into it now."
Hannah slid off the arm of the couch, practically sitting on Connie's lap until Connie slid over in embarassment. She felt... warm all over. It must have been the drink."
"You want to know what I see in your future?" Hannah asked with her face just inches from Connie's.
"Uh sure," Connie said nervously.
"I can see you as my private secretary, traveling all over the world with me and being at my beck and call 24 hours a day."

Hannah placed a friendly hand on Connie's knee. She shivered under the warm contact. "I didn't just pick you because you can type 90 words per minute, anybody can do that. I picked you because you are sweet, pretty and have a great figure, which is a plus in my business, and I think we could get along well together. To me, that's all the qualifications you need to become my private secretary. Of course shorthand would help too." "I'll... I'll check into it," Connie said. The hand was bothering her a lot. She could concentrate on nothing else. She could not remember ever having another woman's hand on her knee before. Friendly or not, it was distracting.
"Let's get to work," Hannah said, slapping Connie on her bare leg and returning to the seat across from her. It was hard for Connie to concentrate. She looked at her briefcase as she opened it, but her mind was on the warm spot on her knee where Hannah had touched her. "Connie, are you all right?" Hannah asked curiously.
"Oh yeah, sure," Connie said hoping the flush of her cheeks was hidden in the half light.
"Ok, here are the notes I have been making," Hannah pulled several yellow pages from the table beside her. She leafed through them and sighed. "I want the standard large contract with these changes made to it," she shook the papers in the air and started to hand them to Connie. She stopped suddenly and leafed through them to the last page.
"Ooops, I need to spell check some words before I give these to you. Can you get me the big dictionary off the top shelf behind you?" Hannah pointed at her legal library contained in three bookshelves behind Connie. It was the main feature in her living room.
"What's it look like?" Connie asked, glancing at the books and opening the stepladder.
"You can't miss it, it's six inches thick. It should be in the first bookcase," Hannah said, then continued reading. Connie stepped up on the ladder and climbed until she was facing the top shelf. "Hannah, I don't see it here," Connie said as she glanced around at the other two bookcases.
"It's got to be there, the damned thing is too big to lose,"
Hannah said, climbing to her feet. "Check up on top there," she pointed at the top of the bookcase. Connie looked down nervously. The top shelf was high, she would have to climb well up the ladder.
"Don't worry, I'll hold the ladder for you," Hannah said from below. Connie nodded and climbed two steps higher. She gasped slightly when she felt Hannah leaning her face against Connie's ass, supposedly while she changed positions. In a moment the ladder steadied and Connie grabbed the top shelf, looking from the top of one bookcase to the other.

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Hannah watched Connie climb the ladder with a sly look on her face. She glanced at the bare knees and short skirt, and the shapely ass directly in front of her face. She pressed her face into Connie's ass, through the material of her skirt, and heard Connie gasp. She pulled away before Connie could look down. Cocking her left knee, Connie slid her left foot up one rung higher than her right. She stretched to see on top of the bookcase. Hannah took the opportunity to bend down and look under Connie's skirt. She saw a wonderland inside, it was like another world in there, a world of sweet womanly smells, warmth, and glowing flesh. Connie's smooth, meaty thighs looked absolutely delicious. Enough light came through the material of Connie's skirt for Hannah to see Connie's warm mound pressed against the crotch of her white panties. She verified quickly that Connie was not wearing a pad. Hannah moved further under the skirt and closer to the crotch of Connie's panties. She sniffed with the aspect of a wine connoisseur appraising a new vintage. Her satisfied smile went unnoticed by Connie, who was still searching for the non-existent book. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Hannah made her move. Kinking her neck so her head was facing Connie's crotch, she suddenly rose up and placed her warm mouth over the crotch of Connie's panties. Knowing that she must work quickly, she sucked on the crotch of Connie's panties while running her hands over her firm, meaty legs. She heard Connie say something, but she ignored it. It should take only a few more minutes for Connie to melt. Hannah mouthed the panties. She could feel Connie's pussy tighten in her mouth. Her thighs jumped at the slightest movement of Hannah's mouth. Hannah's teeth carefully worked on the pussy through the material. Connie's pussy felt so wonderful in her teeth.

Connie stretched to see the top of the bookcase. The top showed undisturbed dust. There had never been a book up there.

Before she could look down and say so, she felt movement under her skirt. In surprise, she looked down to see a bulge in front of her skirt just seconds before she felt warm cheeks on her inner thighs. A second later Hannah made first contact with her crotch filled panties. Connie gasped, not wanting to cry out or scream, but unable to grasp what was happening to her. It was so foreign that she couldn't believe what was happening, even though she could see and feel it. One glance near her feet confirmed that it was Hannah with her mouth on her pussy. "Hannah, stop," Connie gasped, holding on to the top of the bookcase for dear life.
"Hannah!" Connie said again, but the warmth in her pussy was incredible. With her left foot cocked on the ladder, her pussy was forced open, completely vulnerable. Connie suddenly realized that she didn't want Hannah to stop. In fact she would have insisted that Hannah continue until her poor pussy was relieved. "Oh shit, this is so strange," Connie said, leaning against the bookcase for support.
She placed her elbows on top of the dusty bookcase and dropped her face to her arms. She panted, blowing up little puffs of dust. Hannah suddenly gripped the crotch of Connie's panties with the tips of her fingers and pulled them out and aside. The first direct contact between Hannah's lips, and Connie's pussy was like an explosion of fire. Connie let out a little squeak, grasping the bookcase in desperate fingers. Hannah's eager mouth sucked her bare pussy while her tongue probed the depths of her hot crotch. The tongue inside her felt six inches long. It snaked back and forth, tasting and exciting. "Hannah, I need to get down from this ladder," Connie said breathlessly. "My legs can't support me any more." Hannah stopped for a moment then eagerly swirled her tongue up inside Connie before releasing her and allowing her to climb down.
"Uh, do you want to quit now?" Hannah asked slyly.
"Oh hell no," Connie said, then looked down shyly. "Can we finish?" Connie finally asked. "Sure. Let's go into the bedroom," Hannah said, pushing her along with a hand on her ass.
"I can't believe I'm doing this it's so... perverted," Connie finally gasped.
"Not at all. It's probably the oldest form of love on Earth.
Men are only concerned with sticking their peckers in a hole, any hole they can find. They use women, if nothing better is available. Women like to make real love, the kind that nourishes the body and the mind. It's been going on for centuries. Unfortunately, women like to feel a good piece of meat between their legs, this has supported a man's search for a hole, until recently. Now we have battery operated meat. Actually, there have been metal, horn, and ivory dildo's found in tombs in ancient Egypt, South America, and my own country, but it takes a lesbian to properly identify them. They have been classified as pedestals, meat tenderizers, corn grinders, weapons and dozens of other things," Hannah said, laughing. She gently pushed Connie to the bed, then turned and opened a drawer. In a moment she had several different vibrators laid out on the nightstand. "I am going to light up your life," Hannah said, shaking a short fat dildo in Connie's face. "Pick YOUR weapon," she pointed at the dildos. Connie looked around tentatively, then selected a long, narrow dildo made of white plastic.
"Excellent," Hannah said, slipping out of her bathrobe.
"It's not as realistic feeling as this one, but it gives better vibration. Come on, get those clothes off," she said with a smile, giving Connie a hand.
Connie was fascinated by Hannah's bare, small, upturned tits. They were small, but absolutely perfect. She wanted to feel them immediately, but Hannah wanted to see her bare. She felt Hannah's fingers on her blouse buttons, so she reached down and undid her skirt. Her panties were cold and wet now, but she would be out of them shortly. She could go without them on the way home. "Oh shit, you are so huge," Hannah said eagerly as Connie's tits sprang free of her bra. "I never suspected they were so large, with the bras you wear."
"I don't like to flaunt them," Connie said in embarassment.
"By all means, flaunt them. It's good for business."
"But aren't you kind of taking advantage of your sex?" Connie asked uncomfortably as Hannah's hands began tugging on her panties.
"Absolutely. It's a new twist on the old "buy me drink" con.
Only now it's "buy my contract," Hannah smiled. "They are still spending money and I'm still now putting out."
Connie was finally naked. She helped Hannah off with her own panties. Hannah was acting more like a sister, than a lover.

She rocked back with her legs in the air and squealed in happiness when Connie pulled off her black lace panties. "Hannah, I'm not comfortable with this whole lesbian thing, but right now I like this," Connie said in all seriousness. "I was hoping you would. I fell in love with that fantastic body of yours the minute you walked through the door for you interview. I fantasize about you at night when I use my dildo's," Hannah said with a shy smile. "Please, let's finish," Connie said, squeezing her legs together as she sat on the bed naked. "I want to 69, do you know what that is?" Hannah asked.
"Sure, everybody does," Connie said, feeling the warmth spread between her legs again. "You want me to do you too then?" Connie said uncomfortably.
"Not if you don't want too, that's what the dildo is for."
"I'll try," Connie promised as Hannah pushed her back on the bed and repositioned her. Connie felt so virginal, she didn't know what to do or when, she just wanted sex before she exploded.
"Relax and open your legs," Hannah said, moving around so her knees were near Connie's head. "You need to put a pillow under your head," Hannah said, grabbing a pillow.
"Why?"
"Because a woman has no dick, you have to kink your neck to reach a woman," Hannah said with a smile.
"Oh, yeah. I am so damned nervous," Connie said with shuddering breath.
"I know, isn't it fantastic?"
Connie didn't answer because Hannah had just thrown a leg over her head. Connie was now facing the beautiful woman's pussy. It was so strange, and so lovely. Connie moved closer to sniff Hannah. At that moment Hannah's full lipped kiss touched her pussy. Connie gasped, her eyes widened and she opened her legs involuntarily to allow Hannah easy access. She shuddered as Hannah's tongue explored her depths. It snaked up inside her, tasting her abundant nectar. Without hesitation Connie pressed her lips against Hannah's mound and began sucking. Hannah scooted down so Connie wouldn't have to bend her neck, now that Connie had started. She was afraid the sweet girl would back out. She was overjoyed at the first virginal contact of Connie's lips. It was like a conquest, only the rewards were sweeter. "Shit, that feels so good," Hannah breathed in excitement.
"That feels so damned heavenly good," Hannah said, close to tears. She placed her sucking lips on Connie's pussy and probed her wet flesh with her tongue.
"I have fantasized about this for so long," she moaned and returned to the fresh pussy in front of her.
Connie cried into Hannah's pussy, licking the entire envelope and hoping that she was doing it right. She suddenly remembered the dildo and groped around on the blanket until her hand came into contact with it. Bringing it up by her feasting lips, she looked at the bottom and twisted. It came to life with a buzz.

While sucking on the lower envelope of Hannah's pussy, she inserted the plastic prick into Hannah's juicy vulva. It slid in an inch, then seemed to stop. Connie pulled it out and shoved it back in. It went in several inches before it stopped again. Finally, she got the vibrator nearly all the way in, stopping only when it came up against something solid. Hannah's busy lips were feasting on Connie's pudding. Hannah had vowed to make the most of her session with Connie, in case this was her last and only time with her. Some women were like that, they felt guilty afterwards and never came back. It was a sad, recurring part of her sex life, but one she must put up with to maintain her lifestyle. Hannah said nothing when Connie pushed her vibrator in so far that it hurt. She knew her pussy would adjust shortly. Connie looked up at the perfect, lightly tanned ass before her with affection in her eyes. She was beginning to think of that ass and pussy as her property. Hannah was her boss, and possibly her friend, which made her feel she was part owner of the sweet ass before her. She rapidly slid the vibrator in and out, while enjoying Hannah's taste. She sucked the lower part of Hannah's envelope, occasionally searching out the stiff clit with her eager tongue and torturing it. Connie was taken by surprise when the soft fat dildo was pressed between her legs and shoved in to the hilt. She arched her back and swung her legs wide to make more room for the fat prick. It suddenly came to life, vibrating and twisting inside her. She humped her pussy against Hannah's hand and vibrator.

Crying with each panting breath as her orgasm started building in her loins, Connie eagerly nuzzled the oriental woman's delicious mound. She liked the way Hannah's skin turned slightly darker where it was compressed. She liked the perfume of Hannah's inner thighs, and the look of her sweet, firm ass in the dim light. It was so strange and so heavenly. She had never imagined doing this just a short hour earlier, now she couldn't imagine missing it. It was so depraved, so exotic, so completely foreign to her normal lifestyle. She had found a new lifestyle, one filled with sweet scents, soft skin, and erotic thoughts and actions. Connie tensed as her loins burned with an increasing fire. She felt her pelvis clenching as it tried to hold back the liquid tide of fire. But the wall burst and Connie screamed as her loins suddenly exploded, gripping the plastic prick desperately, trying to hold it inside her. The sweet mouth between her legs was milking her of nectar and setting fire to her loins like nothing else could. Connie groaned repeatedly, thrusting her pussy against Hannah's mouth, trying to impale herself with the brutal dildo, and enduring Hannah's own orgasm. Hannah tried to control herself so she could enjoy the feeling of Connie's first lesbian orgasm. She cried out softly while her tongue continued to snake around inside Connie. She thrust the dildo in to the hilt, since it was small enough to fit. With her face resting on Connie's right thigh, she could feel it clenching and relaxing as each spasm of the orgasms tore through her. The orgasm eased off and quit way too soon for Hannah's pleasure. She wanted them to go on forever. With both dildo's turned off and withdrawn, the girls relaxed. Hannah rolled off of Connie's depleted body and turned to look at the beautiful brunette and watch for the telltale signs of regret and revulsion, the things she hated to see in the faces of her lovers. With a kind, gentle look she watched Connie, waiting for her to jump up and say it's late, then race away like others did. Connie opened her eyes and looked at her boss. With a smile she leaned forward and kissed the exotic woman on her warm red lips. "That was so wonderful," Connie said in a dreamy voice.
Hannah inwardly cried out in joy. She smiled and kissed Connie on the lips, then lay looking into her eyes. "You have now met all the qualifications to be my personal secretary," Hannah said with a sigh.
"Sex was one of the qualification?"
"Certainly. Why hire someone who doesn't want sex. Life's too short to go without anything you crave."
"Yeah, I guess it is," Connie said thoughtfully. "So what's next?"
"Round two," Hannah said, rolling over on top of Connie.