That was a safety precaution, there was some chance that McClain might have Lenny followed. The Carl Industries people had decided it would be for the best if there were no direct contact between the blonde spy and her true employers.
At any rate, Lenny was somewhat excited at prospect of seeing the beautiful gypsy an again… alone.
Lenny knocked again anxiously. It was odd, but she was more worried about Lenora's safety than her own. Suppose something had happened to the gypsy woman? Suppose that the devious magnate, McClain, had made a connection between the two women and had come here to do her in?
The fears were allayed when Lenny heard a rustling behind the door.
"Who is it?" a sleepy and somewhat annoyed voice called out through the wooden paneling.
"It's me," the blonde answered eagerly, "it's me, Lenny."
"Oh!" the voice behind the door changed its tone suddenly. There was the sliding of a bolt from a lock and the great oaken door swung clumsily open.
"Good to see you," Lenora said in a husky, gypsy voice. "How'd everything go with the Xylotrope?"
"Fine, I guess," Lenny entered and looked about her to establish some bearings in the strange apartment. "One thing is for sure, that little machine of McClain's is a mighty weird piece of equipment."
"Yeah," Lenora had a peculiar look in her eyes, something that verged on jealousy. "Yeah, I would imagine so."
Lenny explained the events of the previous day as completely as she could, describing the weakness of Cubbings, the problematic nature of the machine, and the evil efficiency of Masters McClain.
"Good work," Lenora commented finally, "I bet you're pretty hungry after all that. Would you like some breakfast?"
Lenny eyed the dusky beauty carefully.
"Well," she purred, "to tell the truth, it's not so much food that I'm really hungry for."
A look of pleasure and understanding came into the gleaming black eyes of the glamorous gypsy woman. She smiled and let her house robe fall back over her smooth murky shoulders.
"Maybe," she murmured seductively, "you'd like to play with some of my pets."
The idea seemed refreshing and exciting after the time wasted at Xylotropic Industries. Lenny nodded her head in eager assent.
Lenora led the way to the bedroom. To Lenny's great surprise, the room contained no bed at all. Instead two huge double mattresses were piled upon the floor and covered with red silk sheets.
Around this exotic bed-place were placed several large cages. In these cages were animals that seemed even stranger and more exotic than those used in Boss Carl's exclusive basement club.
"I keep these babies for a kind of bus driver's holiday," the gypsy explained. "If you'd like, I'll introduce you around. Then, if you feel the urge, you can have your pick of the beasts."
"The Beauty and the Beast was always my favorite bedtime story," Lenny quipped good-naturedly.
Lenora smiled fetchingly as she introduced Lenny to the first cage. It was a gold-gilt affair with a large, ornate silver lock. Inside the cage was a large Koala bear, the cutest and most cuddly looking animal that Lenny had ever seen.
"Why," she exclaimed spontaneously, "he looks just like a teddy bear!"
"Yes, he's cute enough all right," Lenora agreed, "and more than that, we've got him trained so that he'll eat right out of your hand. Or anywhere else, for that matter."
They moved on to the next animal housing, which was a singularly tall and skinny cage. Lenny giggled with the exotic excitement of this menagerie-tour. She covered her eyes with her hands and said, "Don't tell me, lover, let me guess."
"Okay," the beautiful gypsy woman caught the mood of the game immediately. "I'll give you three guesses as to its nature. One clue, it's neither animal nor vegetable."
Lenny giggled delightedly and swung her hips as she approached the peculiar cage with hands tightly over her eyes. "I'll ask you first," she began seriously, "If it has fur."
Lenora, the dusky gypsy beauty, let her robe slip to the floor with a soft rustling sound. Something in that gentle sound stirred a new excitement in Lenny's groin.
"Nope," the gypsy girl crooned, "it sure doesn't have any fur."
"Would it remind me of something else, something very familiar to girls like us?"
The gypsy began to softly stroke her long, commanding thighs. The almost inaudible moanings led the lips of Lenny's blonde-furred vagina to smile open. The knob of her clitoris became inflamed with hot blood and she could feel it itch and cry out for attention.
"Yeah," Lenora replied cagily to Lenny's leading question, "yeah, I guess that it's a sort of familiar shape, anyway."
Lenny smiled and began to unbutton the cardigan sweater that she had donned for this morning's adventure.
"Okay gypsy love, tell me one last thing before I make my guess."
"Anything!" the woman's voice was hoarse and strained now. Even though her eyes were tightly shut and covered by her delicate hands, Lenny knew that Lenora was rubbing her palms in between her smooth, silky thighs.
"Okay, baby, is it an animal that I've met before somewhere? Or have I met one like it on real intimate terms?"
"That's two questions!"
"Have I met one like it before then?"
"Uhh, huh." The gypsy girl moans were less an indication of a positive response to Lenny's question than a command to her own fingers. It was as if Lenora were sighing, "Yes, yes, lovely little searching fingers, that is the right place to feel."
"Then I think I know what it is," Lenny chirped gaily as she pulled the sweater off from her back, "I think it's my old friend the boa constrictor."
"You're right!" cheered the dark-skinned gypsy, "you must get a prize for such a wonderfully good guess!"
"A prize! A prize!" exclaimed the happy Lenny, tossing her blonde hair back over her shoulders.
"What would you like, my lovely white beauty?" Lenora asked in a tense, hopeful voice.
Lenny grimaced in mock consternation as she tried to make up her mind. It was a joy to tease this most exotic of women. Lenny knew damn well what the gypsy wanted to give as a prize!
"I think," Lenny piped up finally, "I think that I would like you to help me take off my trousers."
The dark eyes blazed with passion inherited from centuries of wild-blooded gypsy lovers. Lenora bending down was a sight that made Lenny's young heart thrill. To have a woman who was so beautiful kneel before her was like being a queen of all women!
With smooth, rapid movements – Lenora undid the wide belt that supported Lenny's bell-bottomed trousers. A quick flick of the tanned wrist and the zipper flew down.
Lenny felt the expensive material of her pants rustling down her legs to the floor. It was exciting and new to her. In the course of her work the blonde girl had had occasion to make love to women, but she had never particularly enjoyed it before. Moreover, there was something wonderful in this ritualistic seduction. It was not just the beautiful body of the gypsy girl that Lenny loved, it was the whole tradition of her lusty ancestors, the whole race that had spawned this princess of sensuality!
"I wonder," Lenny teased the figure kneeling before her on the floor, "I wonder who is really getting the prize, you or me?"
The gypsy did not reply, instead she leaned forward and began to brush her lips along the inside of Lenny's smooth thighs. The flesh there was soft and sensitive, twinges of hot desire flashed up from every light touch of the dark lips.
"It is…" the gypsy woman murmured, "both our prizes, is it not?"
"Kiss me all over," commanded Lenny. The kissing increased in rhythm, as if driven by some ancient and foreign order. Lenny stared up at the ceiling above her, breathing rapidly and clutching at the long black hair that swung gently back and forth between her legs. Gripping the strands of hair more tightly Lenny forced Lenora's face in against her crotch.