"Gypsy laws tell us many things, little Lenny Morgan, and this is something that I understand as well as you do, but we cannot explain it to ourselves with words. Come. Let's play with the donkey."
The dark-skinned beauty opened the elaborate burro-cage and let the squealing animal out. He seemed more like a playful puppy than a full-grown burro. He bounded and romped about the room sniffing inquisitively at every nook and cranny.
Finally the cute animal turned its attention toward the two women. He fished about with his nose, probing one furry cunt then another. He lapped at their legs and nuzzled their breasts affectionately.
"He is a good, little burro," commented Lenora gaily, while the cheerful creature sniffed and slurped at the open mouth of her desire.
"Lenora," Lenny began in passionate tones, "it is my prize so I give it to you. The donkey and I will please you together."
"So!" Lenora fairly shouted with joy.
Then she jumped under the little animal and turned her stomach down toward the mattress. "Then, begin," she mumbled in muffled tones, her face buried deep in the silk sheeting. At the last word, her hips rose up sharply until she was on her knees and elbows beneath the jolly little burro.
Lenny reached out and took the still-limp donkey-prick in her expert fingers.
She began by rolling it gently between her thumb and index finger. As she did this the donkey became somewhat excited. He began to hump his body spasmodically. Beneath his growing desire, Lenora began to sway and rock back and forth on her haunches.
"Mmmmmm!" Lenny crooned violently, dropping her other hand to Lenora's buttocks.
"Yes, whore me!" breathed Lenora, "touch me there!"
"Yummy, yummy!" Lenny was gasping with excitement as she slid a finger down the crack of Lenora's lovely ass to the wet, soft fur of her snatch. In an instant the blonde woman had found the gypsy's inflamed clitoris. It seemed very prominent, very easy to excite.
The quick movements of Lenny's wrists had driven the little burro to a rapid peaking of his animal passion. He was hunching and thrusting rapidly and more violently.
With a cheer, Lenny urged the stiff prick into the open well of Lenora's urgent ardor.
"Aiheee!" the little animal had developed a rather full-sized erection, which he drove home with more enthusiasm than grace. Lenora strove valiantly against him driving her haunches up to meet his bounding thrusts.
"Ah!" she cried in ecstasy, "Ah! Ah! Burro, it is good!"
Lenny found herself left out of the activities momentarily, neither the burro nor Lenora needing her helping hand any longer. She ascertained that it would be possible to squiggle underneath Lenora's pulsing body in such a manner as to enable herself to kiss at the forward part of the cunt. She proceeded to arrange herself underneath Lenora in an inverted fashion. This way, she was able to lick and kiss the stiff knob of Lenora's clitoris while occasionally getting a shot with her tongue at the burro's active prick.
"Hell!" cried the lucky Lenora, as she felt the added stimulation. In her excitement and desire to repay her marvelous new friend, the gypsy woman took Lenny into her mouth heartily, sucking and tonguing the wet opening with passion that increased by the second.
"Ummm," Lenny began to moan softly, the sensation mounting with every second of action.
"More burro!" Lenora's voice was muffled in the softness between the blonde thighs.
"Ummph, ummpf, ummpf!" cried Lenny through the conformation of gypsy-cunt and burro-prick. She wanted the world to stop at this instant, leaving her forever in the arms of the beautiful Lenora and the willing burro.
The burrow neighed, whinnied its cry of ejaculatory triumph.
Lenora screamed and let her lips close tightly on Lenny's throbbing clitoris.
Lenny kissed the pulsing cunt with immense fervor, tonguing and moaning at the same instant.
"Ummph," she growled through the pubic forest. "Ohh!"
A low moan of satisfaction escaped from Lenora's lips, she fell away from her position between Lenny's thighs. Lenny too climaxed thunderously and fell in a heap on the silk sheets.
The burro, to which the whole thing was a lark, spent his geyser of burrohood into Lenora's waiting cunt and then bounded from the mattress to sprint around the room bleating his pleasure at the outcome of the situation.
"Oh, that was a wonderful thing," sighed Lenny reclining surfeit on the expensive sheets.
"You are a remarkable woman," chimed in Lenora, her eyes full of love and admiration.
"You are a beautiful woman," Lenny was in the mood for a mutual admiration society, "a true gypsy firebrand."
"There is some of the gypsy lover in you, my little doll."
"You think so?" Lenny craned her neck eagerly, trying to read the dark-skinned woman's face, trying to see if it were mere flattery – or an exciting truth from the wells of this strange woman's ancient knowledge.
"Yes, I think so," the lovely Lenora said flatly. "I think that's what you realized when you were unable to speak your heart before."
"I guess you're right." Lenny lay back and stared pensively up at the ceiling. She was dreaming of centuries of exotic sex-queens, women with scanty harem-costumes and crowns of purest gold. That was what she wanted to be, she wanted to be the very image of sexual bliss. The greatest sex symbol of them all, Lenny Morgan!
The burro scampered back into its cage and lay in a tired heap on the straw. He had had a rather good day himself.
"Well," Lenora said finally, rising from the bed of excess, "I suppose that it's time we got to work, you have a hard night's work ahead of you before we can relax together again."
Lenny groaned in reluctance, but there was no denying it. If she wanted to be a sex symbol, there was only one man in the world with enough power and connections to do it for her – Boss Carl himself.
CHAPTER TEN
Lenny parted from the dusky gypsy-beauty with some sadness. She knew that a grueling and perhaps dangerous task still lay ahead of her. After leaving a full report with Lenora she returned to her own apartment and changed into a suit and put her silky blonde hair up in a bun.
"That," she said snappily to the mirror, "ought to do for the sex-machine nuts."
She then caught a cross-town cab for the office of Masters McClain. The day, for this young woman at least, had just barely begun.
Though Masters McClain was waiting for her in his office at seven o'clock, he only saw her briefly. He instructed her to report to Mr. Cubbings immediately for a briefing on the performance.
"By the way, Miss Morgan," the dwarfish technology magnate snapped as she was about to leave his office, "I hope you brought your toothbrush."
"Toothbrush?"
"Yes," he grinned wickedly over his pencil-thin cigar, "you see, the performance will begin tonight at eleven o'clock, precisely. We'll make some overnight arrangements for you immediately after the performance. Unless, of course, you make some of your own." With this last comment, the little man arched his eyebrows scandalously and gestured for her to get out of his office.
Lenny rushed down the hall to the office of the second-in-command, Mr. Harold Cubbings.
Cubbings was waiting for her with a somewhat displeased look.
"Honestly," he complained, "I never know what the hell Masters is up to. To think of his inviting the guests for this very night."
"If it's so inconvenient," Lenny interceded, "couldn't you just postpone it and notify the…"
"Damn it, no!" snapped the irate Cubbings, "that's the point – the bastards are all as important as hell, they have to be invited to this damned bullroar months in advance."
"You mean that these guests were chosen before I was even hired?"
"Could it be any other way?" Cubbings rubbed his forehead despondently with the back of his sweating hand. "The bastard gambles on everything. Why, we'd begun advertising this little machine long before it was even off the fucking drawing boards."