"What have we done?" Sara asked finally, rolling to one side. A whole new world had been opened to them both, and it seemed as if they had made a discovery that only they knew about.
"I don't know," Brenda answered when she got her breath. "But I do know one thing – I want to do it again!"
"Me, too," Sara said, sitting up. "But first, I think I'd like a little champagne. How about you?"
"Love some," Brenda agreed. "But hurry back!"
Sara scurried into the sitting room and grabbed the half-empty bottle. She looked at two glasses and decided against taking them, choosing rather to drink right out of the bottle. Somehow it seemed to be more wicked.
And she felt deliciously wicked!
"Come here!" Brenda said, her arms outstretched. "Fuck the champagne. I want you!"
Sara took a big swig from the bottle, and holding the bubbly fluid in her mouth, pressed her lips around Brenda's right tit. Washing the liquid around the soft projection for several seconds, she could feel the woman flinch with renewed lust. Regretfully, she drank the champagne down, now flavored with Brenda's body.
"Kiss me," Brenda whispered, pulling Sara's face up. She watched her take another gulp of the wine, holding it in her mouth. "Kiss my mouth full of wine!"
Sara pushed the champagne into Brenda's mouth and they shared it, spewing it back and forth before drinking it.
Another evil thought hit Sara. She wondered what it would be like to have a mouthful of hot, creamy cum and do the same thing with it as she was doing with the wine. Just the idea made her pussy jerk with pleasure.
"Let me try something," Sara said, taking the last drink from the bottle.
After lowering her mouth to Brenda's pussy, she squirted the champagne deep into the girl's slit. After washing it back and forth for several long seconds, she finally drank it down.
The taste was marvelous – bubbly and creamy at the same time. Brenda was enjoying it – from the pained expression on her face. Her jaw was slack, a slight moan escaping her parted lips.
"I… I don't believe it," she gasped. "I'm… I'm… oh God! Lick me! Ohhhh!"
Sara was surprised with the other girl's intensity, but soon joined her in another writhing suck job. She found her mouth slipping further under the girl's body, her lips brushing into the tiny crack of her ass.
Then as she thrust her tongue into Brenda's shitter, she heard the woman scream out: "Cock!" she cried. "I… unhhh… need a cock!"
Sara grabbed her own left tit and worked the nipple into Brenda's pussy as she continued licking and sucking on her delicious asshole. After doing this for several moments, giving the girl raw unbridled pleasure, she placed the end of the champagne bottle where her tit had been. Making sure not to hurt her, she began thrusting the neck of the bottle in and out of Brenda's exploding cunt, until the woman was a spasm of ecstasy. She threw her legs around the girl's neck once more and humped her pussy over Brenda's twisting face. The second she felt Brenda's tongue enter her cunt, she screamed with her own anguished orgasm.
A short while later they pulled apart, murmuring with exhaustion. Their ecstasy had been wonderful, but somehow painfully empty.
As if reading Sara's thoughts, Brenda finally spoke: "Wouldn't you love to have a big dick right now?" she said. "I mean, I still want you, but I want both! I've never had it… like this." She was silent for a few moments, then her expression clouded over. "What are we… you going to do?" she asked Sara.
Knowing what she meant, Sara shrugged her shoulders. What could she do? Greg was gone, probably forever. And here she was in New York – alone, except for Brenda and [missing text].
"You really want a cock right now?" she asked with growing excitement. "I know a certain waiter who's got just the thing! And, baby, what a thing!"
"Mmm-mmmm!" Brenda agreed. "But what about…"
"Well, we're secretaries," Sara began, again perceiving the girl's thoughts, "so we'll get jobs."
"It's just too bad we couldn't work together," Brenda said wistfully. "But I guess that's asking too much."
A strange, almost angelic look came over Sara's face. She bolted off the bed and began pacing the room, occasionally smacking her fist into her palm. She nodded her head up and down, her expression turning to one of almost demonic possession.
"That's it!" she said, going over to the bed and hugging Brenda. "We'll start out own business!" Before Brenda could object, Sara outlined her ideas: "Here's what we'll do. We'll have an agency that offers temporary help. We'll specialize only in out-of-town engagements… you know, rich businessman who might need… a good secretary, if you get my drift. We'll charge a fortune, get the best people… and by God, we'll make it."
"What about money?" Brenda asked, becoming practical. "I only have a few hundred in savings and…"
"Do you have an apartment?" Sara asked. When Brenda nodded her head, she added, "So, we'll start there. Use your place as an office, get a couple more girls, get some business cards printed up…" She interrupted herself by darting out of the room, returning with the money Greg had left her. "Three, four, five," she counted. "I've got five hundred dollars right here," she said. "That'll keep us in food for a while."
Brenda shook her head, admiration in her gaze. "You know," she said, "this is just crazy enough to work!"
"I know it will!" Sara said, more sure of herself now than ever. "Now," she added, getting down to business, "do you know any other girls who might go for this idea?"
Before Brenda could answer, there was a knock on the door. Both girls looked at each other, almost alarmed. What if it were Greg? Sara knew she still wasn't quite sure how she felt about him, and what about Brenda? Sara was about to get off the bed when the door opened.
"Hello in there," the deep masculine voice called out. "It's me. Room service again!"
"See?" Sara said, her eyes widening. "Things are looking good already! This is the cock I was telling you about!" Then, calling out, she said, "In here!"
"Thought I'd come up here and punch…" the man began, his voice trailing off when he saw the two naked women. He gave them both a grin and looked around the room. "I just got my ass fired," he said.
"That's wonderful!" Sara said, giving him an eager look.
"Wonderful?"
"Wonderful! Now you can be a secretary with us!" Sara said.
"Secretary?" he asked doubtfully. "Somehow I can't quite picture myself sitting on some guy's lap taking dictation." He dropped his eyes first to Sara's crotch, then to Brenda's upturned tits. "I'm kinda queer for women."
"Don't be an idiot," Sara said affectionately. "There are plenty of women executives. And I'm sure they'd love to take you away for the weekend, and I'll just bet you could really give them the business!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the man said, trying to make some sense of Sara's babble.
"Well, shut up and listen," Sara said, pulling him onto the bed.
She explained her proposal and waited for his reaction.
"Well?" she asked, when she had finished talking.
"I don't know," he said. "I… I don't even know you."
"I'm Sara and this is Brenda," Sara said, as if she were talking to a very backward child.
"I'm Randy," the man said.
"Hmmmm, isn't that a British expression for horny?" Sara asked playfully.
"If it is, they sure named me right," Randy said as he reached over and caressed the insides of both women's thighs.
"Say yes," Sara insisted, touching his hand. "Yes," Randy said, lowering her face to her breasts. He darted his tongue over her rose-tipped nipple, feeling his cock spring to life, "Anything you say, baby," he murmured. "Any fucking thing at all!"
"Good!" Sara whispered. "Business over. Now let's get down to business!"