"Lavender Excursions," a breathy female voice answered.
"You really do exist!" Kimberly exclaimed, surprised to learn that the number was legitimate. Or was it? Perhaps it was a sex service that Gino's was unknowingly giving free promotion. "Is this Lavender Excursions?" she asked.
"Yes," the woman replied. "How may I help you?"
"I saw your name and telephone number scribbled in a couple of places at Gino's Restaurant. I thought it might be a prank, so I decided to call and find out."
The woman chuckled. "It was probably one of our satisfied customers, wanting to share a good thing."
"And what is that 'good thing' this customer might want to be sharing?" Kimberly asked. Although a part of her was teasing, Kimberly's skepticism was evident in her voice.
"Our goal is to provide our customers with whatever they need.
Within reason," the woman added. "On occasion, we receive an impossible request, but mostly we're able to meet our customers'
needs."
Convinced this was a sex service of some sort, Kimberly decided she'd best end the call. "Well, I've learned everything I need to know," she told the woman. "Thank you for your time."
"Kimberly, your skepticism is understandable," the woman replied.
Startled at hearing her name, Kimberly paused. "How … how do you know my name?" she stammered. Before the woman could reply, it dawned on her. Pat wasn't late. She was playing one of her outlandish pranks on Kimberly! Blushing, she scanned the lobby, searching for her friend. "How much is Pat paying you to do this to me?" she asked the woman on the other end of the line.
"No one is paying us to do anything to you," the woman replied.
"This is a business. I might also remind you that you called us."
This threw Kimberly for a moment, but then she realized she'd probably had too much to drink and wasn't thinking very clearly. It had to be Pat. There was no other plausible explanation. "Come on,"
she demanded. "Where is Pat? Pat, are you listening?" she asked.
Taryn shifted the receiver to her other ear. She tapped her fingernails up and down on her desk, waiting for Kimberly to finish.
Taking a deep breath, she caught a wisp of perfume. The blue-eyed blonde sitting next to her smiled and winked at her. Taryn gazed appreciatively at the long legs stretched out in front of her. The woman parted her legs slightly and ran her fingers seductively up and down each one.
Taryn knew she was being teased, but she also knew she could have Jennifer Levine any time she wanted her. The way she fingered her clit and smiled so seductively, Taryn suspected someone else had already claimed Jennifer's cherry. The hungry look in her eyes suggested this was still new to her. Taryn felt certain she'd had a taste of the golden nectar and now she wanted more. She smiled and continued watching her, thinking Camarin had probably claimed her cherry.
Jennifer moved her tongue suggestively over her full pink lips. She winked at Taryn and slipped her hand underneath her skirt. Slowly she slid the hem higher and higher up her legs. She felt wicked and horny and could think of no one she'd rather fuck than Taryn Williams. She was the queen, the goddess of lesbian sex. Jennifer moaned, staring hungrily at Taryn's groin.
How would it be to close her lips over that gorgeous clit? Thinking there was nothing she'd rather do, Jennifer slipped to the floor and crawled over to Taryn's chair.
The exchange provided a nice shift of focus, a momentary reprieve from the distrustful client on the other end of the line. Taryn sighed and parted her legs, allowing Jennifer to caress her while she listened to Kimberly. This woman was top on her list of difficult clients, but Taryn knew that when she accepted her as a client. Taryn's motivation was not purely business because she knew that the difficult ones were sometimes the most enjoyable to tame.
Taryn drew a deep breath, smiled and pushed Jennifer's hand away from her wet, swollen cunt. It was time to entrap her prey.
"Kimberly, what do I need to do to convince you that Lavender Excursions is legitimate? We are a full fledged business and to my knowledge, we do not have any ties to someone named Pat."
Although she was tired and tipsy from drinking the wine on an empty stomach, Kimberly could not extricate herself from the call.
She thought for a moment. "Why don't you send me a brochure in the mail. If I'm interested I'll call you."
Taryn felt a rush surging through her bloodstream and into her already swollen clit. "I have a better suggestion," she told Kimberly.
"I'm sending a courier to the restaurant now. She'll give you a brochure to read. If you're interested, she can drive you over to meet with us and see what we have to offer."
She snapped her fingers to get Taylor's attention. Taylor was new and Taryn regretted sending her out for such a difficult client.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. She said to Kimberly, "The driver's name is Taylor Blythe. You can check her ID if you want. Should she look for you in the lobby?" Taryn asked. She was moving quickly, not wanting to allow Kimberly time to mull over the offer.
"I, uh…" Kimberly froze for a moment. This woman's voice was very persuasive and she sounded like someone Pat would solicit to help her. It seemed safe enough, so she decided to play along with the prank. "Yes, I'll wait in the lobby," she said. "But if she's not here in fifteen minutes I'm leaving, " she added.
Taryn grinned and motioned Taylor over. She jotted the address for Gino's Restaurant on a slip of paper and handed it to her. Placing her hand over the receiver, she whispered, "Handle this one with special care," she told her. "If she gives you a hard time, tell her she needs to talk to me. Which she will, of course," Taryn added. "I'm going to handle this one personally." A mischievous smile spread across her face as she thought of the possibilities ahead.
Taylor took the slip of paper and tipped her hat to Taryn. "I'll handle her with care," she said.
Taryn waved good-bye and returned her attention to Kimberly.
"The driver should be there within fifteen minutes," she informed her.
"Meantime, do you have any questions you'd like to ask?"
"Actually, I do. How much do you charge for this service?"
Taryn weighed her response very carefully. "The fee we charge is due and collectible after we complete our services. If for any reason the customer is not satisfied, the contract is void and no charges are due."
Kimberly rolled her eyes. "Pat, Pat," she muttered, shaking her head back and forth. "Is customer satisfaction guaranteed in the written contract?" she asked in her most earnest voice. She wanted Pat to believe she had her fooled.
"Yes, it is," Taryn informed her. "Taylor will give you a copy of our brochure and contract when she picks you up. I can tell you this, though. Our customers to date have been exceptionally pleased with our services. No one has refused to pay."
Trying to suppress a yawn, Kimberly suddenly realized how tired she was. How much longer could she hold up? "I'll give her ten more minutes, then I'm leaving," she told Taryn. Without giving her time to reply, Kimberly ended the call.
Taryn sighed and turned her attention back to Jennifer. She looked so delectable! Would she have time to engage in a little fantasy of her own tonight?
While Taryn mused, Kimberly gathered her things and turned to leave Gino's. Much to her surprise, she nearly collided with a short blond-haired woman. She measured about five foot three inches tall by Kimberly's estimates. Her head was barely level with Kimberly's chin and she was wearing a chauffeur's uniform. She reminded Kimberly of the jocks who played women's softball and soccer at her college.
"Kimberly?" the woman asked.
Kimberly gave her an affirmative nod.