Chapter 5

Jake was stepping out of his car, after class on the Monday that Nina and Erika left, when Louisa galloped up on the stallion. Melissa had insisted the stallion be named Jet, Jakes initials. Jake was slightly embarrassed that the stallion was named after him and Ramón was naming the mares after the women in his life. Louisa sat astride Jet, bareback, her strong thighs hugging the stallion's sides. She was a vision in jeans, white blouse, and cowboy boots.

"I want to be with you tonight, Jake," she stated.

"Absolutamente, Amazona míà," Jake said. "But you won't be the one doing the riding."

"Yes, I am but a poor cowgirl, Patrón," Louisa said with down cast eyes, "It will be however you wish."

Jake exploded with laughter at that comment. Louisa gave him a big smile and spun Jet around. She turned her head over her shoulder and told Jake to let her know where and when, then galloped off at full speed. Jake hustled into the house to make some arrangements; it was Christmas in July.

The evening meal at TnT had become a family event, thanks to Melissa and Carmen. At six o'clock most evenings the Diazes, Jake, and Melissa all sat down to eat from the plates and bowls of food they passed each other. Jake, for one, loved it. He relished the quiet social time they all shared; it helped him unwind from his day. Tonight, however, he was fidgeting worse than baby Anita ever did. Jake suffered in silence not rising to the bait when Melissa contrived extended conversation to keep everyone at the table. She knew exactly what was going on and was enjoying prolonging Jake's agony. Everyone was finally finished eating and gabbing by six-forty-five. As the Diazes were leaving, Melissa asked Louisa if she wanted to stay and hang out for a while. Louisa asked Carmen if she would put Anita to bed so she could stay. Carmen and Ramon said certainly; they were pleased that Louisa had someone her age she wanted to socialize with. Louisa was likewise very pleased she had someone to socialize with - on top or on bottom.

Melissa and Louisa started clearing the table; when Jake got up to help, Melissa told him to sit back down. The women cleared of the table in two trips. After the last trip, they did not return from the kitchen. Jake saw them deep in conversation through the doorway. After a couple of minutes, Louisa grabbed Melissa and gave her a scorching kiss. Louisa then turned around and strode purposefully towards the master suite as Melissa sagged glassy-eyed against the counter. Melissa composed herself and returned to the dining room.

"She's waiting for you in our room, Baby. This time it's just the two of you; but you can bet I'll be there for the encore," Melissa said dreamily.

Jake stood up, kissed Melissa, and headed for the bedroom. The door was open so he walked in. Jake stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Louisa lying on the bed naked. She was a beautiful, dusky Mayan Princess, waiting to be sacrificed. Louisa rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, her hair spilling across her face.

"We have waited long enough, Jake; it is time for you to give me what we both want."

Jake nodded dumbly and started ripping off his clothes at the door. He was as naked as she was by the time he closed the short distance to the bed. Jake climbed on the bed, took her in his arms, and kissed her with all the emotion he had bound up in him. There was something about Louisa that laid his soul bare. He did not have to prove to her he was a good lover, her soft accepting sexuality made him one. She acknowledged his worshipful cunnilingus by stroking his head and crying out in bliss as he took her from peak to peak. She had to pull him forcefully from between her splayed thighs. He would have stayed with his mouth plastered to her sweet pussy all night if she had let him.

When he was finally above her, his weight resting on his elbows, she took his face between her hands and gave him one of her mind altering kisses.

"Oh, Jake," she moaned, "you make me crazy with your tongue; now get a condom and make me crazy with your big dick."

Jake scrambled to the night stand and grabbed a Trojan; he tore open the pack and rolled the rubber down his achingly hard dick. He was actually glad that the prophylactic would reduce his sensitivity because he was two or three strokes from coming without it.

"Melissa is getting me an appointment so I can get on the pill; soon you will be able to ride me like I ride Jet," Louisa said.

Jake reassured her that he was fine with using the condom as he lined his rod up with her sopping wet vagina. Louisa's pouty little pussy lips were naturally bare. What little hair she had was soft and downy. Jake eased the head of his dick into her; he was not about to ruin the moment by being overeager. Louisa's daughter had been delivered C-section so she was as tight as a banjo string. It was sweet agony for both of them as they worked together to get his dick all the way in, a slow game of slip-and-slide. Jake kept his hips pressed against hers when he was fully seated, savoring the feel of her. Even through the rubber, the sensations were fantastic.

Jake pulled back until just the flared helmet of his shaft was inside her then surged forward. Louisa's legs scissored open and wrapped around his waist. Her legs were as muscular as Rebecca's but much longer. Louisa gave a guttural moan on the second stroke and pulled his head down for another kiss. They stayed joined at lips and hips as Jake pushed her towards orgasm. Then suddenly she was there; Louisa broke the kiss as her back arched, her legs squeezing him until he thought his ribs would crack.

"Ooohhh, God," she moaned, "Ooohhh, sweet Jesus."

Jake held still above her, the grip of her legs locked at the ankle prevented him from retreating, even if he had wanted to do. When the wave of release had crested, she loosened the bone crushing leg-lock and sought his lips for an encore. When Jake started thrusting again, she matched him stroke for stroke. Louisa's next climax was even stronger; again, her thighs gripped his flank. Jake was glad she had cut her nails to work with the horses because her fingers were digging painfully into his shoulders as she came. This time, when her legs relaxed, Jake positioned them over his shoulders to give him more leverage. He increased the tempo then, his bloated and tightened balls bouncing off her beautiful butt.

Louisa like this new position even better because it allowed deeper penetration. She discovered that, by flexing her quadriceps, she could tilt her hips up in time with Jake's thrusts. When their groins came together, it mashed her clit delightfully between their pubic bones. In this position, Jake could keep on stroking as she came. Jake was amazed at Louisa's capacity to orgasm and keep on going. Then he forgot all that as his own eruption approached. He sped up his lunges, savoring the feel of Louisa's pussy rippling as she kept cumming. When Jake came, it was so intense he thought his insides were going to spew out the head of his prick. Louisa had her biggest orgasm ever as she felt his shaft pulse and pump within her.

Jake lowered Louisa's legs off his shoulders and started to roll off her for a little post orgasmic cuddle. Louisa however, had a different agenda. She wrapped her legs around his waist again and held him in place. Even her vaginal muscles clamped down to keep him from withdrawing.

"You are not going anywhere, lover," she admonished, "I'm just getting started."

The milking action of her inner muscles kept his erection from flagging.

"That is more than okay with me," Jake said. "Get on your hands and knees, mi bella potranca, and I will give you more."

Louisa's pussy spasmed and she shuddered when Jake called her 'his beautiful filly'. She quickly dropped her legs and let him dismount. When Jake withdrew his rampant truncheon, Louisa quickly assumed a kneeling position. Her head was resting on her crossed arms as her magnificent ass moved in little circles in front of Jake's admiring gaze. Jake shuffled forward and lined himself up, then he plunged into her in one long powerful stroke. Louisa let out a keening wail that sounded eerily like a mare neighing. She was deep into an orgasm before he bottomed out on the first stroke. When Jake smacked her on one of her clenched butt cheeks, her orgasm doubled in strength.

"Ummmmm, take me, my stallion, put your mark on me," she cried.

Jake obliged her by reddening her solid little ass as he pounded her. Louisa was rocking back and forth with him, hair flailing wildly. Jake grabbed a handful of her thick black hair. Holding it like the reins of a horse, he pulled her head up and back. The symbolism was not lost on Louisa and she exploded again. Jake wet the index finger of the hand he had been spanking her with and wormed it into her tight little anus. Louisa stiffened and slammed back against him; she came so hard she saw stars.

"I won't need a rubber when I take your ass," Jake said.

"It is yours for the taking, my love; now or later, it is all yours," she replied huskily.

Jake did not say anything else as he was building toward an intense climax of his own. Jake's orgasm hit him like a locomotive; bellowing like a bull, he spewed another load into the rubber. Louisa's hot little ass was bouncing all around as she erupted with him. Jake had a fleeting moment of panic as he realized that the condom had seen some rough punishment. He gingerly pulled out of Louisa's tightness and was relieved to find the rubber intact. He was up on his knees, unrolling the spent prophylactic when Louisa jumped on him and knocked him flat. She finished pulling off the rubber, tossed it toward the side of the bed, and sucked his flagging staff into her mouth.

Louisa was not an expert fellatrix but she was as gung-ho as a Marine Drill Sergeant. She had the big rooster ready to crow again in fewer than three minutes. Louisa judged Jake was hard enough for what she had in mind so she pulled off his dick with an audible 'pop'. Jake opened his eyes when she took her mouth off him.

Louisa gave him that slow sexy smile and said, "I want you to take my ass, Jake; you'll be the first man, man enough to get it."

Jake nodded and reached for the KY in the night stand, determined to insure the highway to heaven was a slippery slope. As he leaned across the bed, he noticed Melissa standing naked in the doorway. Louisa saw his look and cut her eyes in the same direction.

"Looks like you are going to lose a couple of cherries tonight, Louisa," Melissa said as she strode to the bed.

Louisa lost her cherry ass at the same time she was losing her cherry lips in a double-ended delight. Both experiences were way up there on her list of things she wanted to do again. The sheer eroticism of Melissa's bare pussy drew her mouth as if it were magnetized. After a couple of experimental licks, she was hooked. When Jake steadily eased his slickened pole into her bowels, she quivered like a leaf. It was indescribably good to be taken by her man that way, helplessly impaled on his rigid member. 'This must be how the mares feel when Jet mounts them, ' she thought. Louisa suddenly raised her head as her orgasm was approaching.

"Bite me, Jake; bite your mare, my stallion," she moaned.

Jake bent forward and lightly nipped her shoulder. "Wow, Louisa was really into this equestrian stuff," he thought. The gentle nip was all it took to send her over the edge and galloping around the ring one more time. Then, to make it even better, Melissa reached up, grabbed her long flowing black mane, and pulled her face back into that sweet, sweet pussy.

At eleven, Louisa reluctantly went home. She freshened up in the bathroom then got dressed. She looked fresher than she had when she arrived while Jake and Melissa looked as if they had just finished the Boston Marathon. She had worn them both completely out.

"Get some rest, my splendid lovers," Louisa said, "So we can do this again tomorrow."

Jake and Melissa just looked at each other after she left. They did not even have the strength to shower.

"Jacob Turner, you have created a monster," Melissa said right before she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Jake could only nodded his head in agreement, thankful that perky Louisa had brought in a warm washcloth and tended to his tender johnson. He now knew what it felt like to be 'rode hard and put away wet.'

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Meanwhile, up north, Nina and Erika arrived in Boston right on schedule Wednesday night. They got a motel room in South Boston with a view of the Charles River. Erika was tired from the trip; she was asleep by nine-thirty. Nina sat up for awhile longer watching traffic pass on the street below. She marveled that any of the cars passing by might have her twelve year old self as a passenger. Nina finally fell asleep around eleven; she had a plan to put in effect tomorrow, and she would need her rest.

Nina did wake up rested and motivated the next morning. She called the realtor at nine-thirty and secured an appointment for eleven to look at some apartments. They hit pay-dirt with the third apartment they visited. The apartment was the upstairs of a three story house owned by a retired couple named Sullivan. The Sullivans lived on West Fourth Street fewer than four blocks from the Murphys' house. The Sullivans lived close enough to downtown to make it an easy commute if Nina's plan for finding a job panned out. The Sullivans were happy to have the well-dressed polite women as boarders. They had thought, when they went on the market, they could end up with a noisy family living above them. Of course, that Nina was Irish helped, while the statuesque Erika was eye-candy icing on the cake for Kevin Sullivan.

Nina and Erika moved in Thursday afternoon. It did not take much time to unload the car, especially with the Sullivans' help. Mr. Sullivan had worked at turning the top floors of the house into an apartment for years before his recent retirement. Kevin had retired from the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority in May; he had been a good, solid motorman on the Green Line Trolley for thirty-five years. With the additional rental income to supplement his pension, they thought they would be financially sound. The apartment was very nice; the lower floor had a kitchen, living and dining rooms, plus a half-bath. The top floor had three bedrooms and a bath. Another benefit of living there was Mrs. Sullivan's cooking. Maureen Sullivan insisted that the girls eat with them as often as possible.

The next phase of Nina's plan included getting a job. On Friday, she and Erika set out for downtown Boston and the Mutual of Boston Insurance Company. Nina's oldest sister Claudia had started working for the giant insurance company in 1971; by 2003, she was a vice president. Nina remembered that Claudia was always complaining about the constant shortage of claims processors in her section. It seemed that most of the young women who took the entry level jobs found a husband and left within the first year.

The joint job interview went smoothly enough although the Assistant Personnel Director who hired them was tongue tied when talking to Erika; he seemed to lose his train of thought whenever she shifted and her monumental breasts moved under her clothing. The personnel guy took them to the sixth floor where they would be working. He introduced them to the head of the claims processing department who showed them around. They were starting work the following Monday. The pay was pitiful but they would be working in the same department as Claudia Murphy. Nina saw Claudia as the direct means of establishing contact with her former family.

Sure enough, one of the people they met on the tour was Claudia; she had already worked her way up to a supervisory position and headed a team of seven adjustors. Nina's heart skipped a beat when she saw her sister; Claudia had been like a second mother to her. She was disappointed when they were not assigned to Claudia's team. Claudia greeted her and Erika in a friendly manner. Nina noticed Claudia's veiled appraisal of Erika; it did not surprise her. Claudia's lesbianism had been an open secret since the mid-nineties. Well, it looked like it was going to be easier to strike up a friendship with Claudia -- that seemed for sure.

On Saturday, Nina and Erika went shopping for things they would need to set up house. Maureen Sullivan went with them and showed them the sights. It was a refresher course for Nina but all new and fascinating to Erika. On Sunday, the young women accompanied the Sullivans to Mass. Kevin and Maureen were pleased with that; churchgoing eased any worries they had about the type of women they were renting to.

The Sullivans attended St Paul's, the same church Nina had attended all through her youth. She looked around to see if she could find the Murphys. You could make book that they were there, Mary Murphy would have seen to that. If you were a Murphy, you were at Mass on Sunday, spit-shined and on your best behavior. Nina took a good look around but could not see far enough to the front of the large church to spot them. It was comforting, none-the-less, to know that they were there.

Nina worried at first about meeting herself in the past, but a talk with Jake had soothed her fears. Jake told her that they had already changed the direction of this timeline to a different tangent just by showing up in it. He went on to explain that what they did now had no bearing on the timeline they left, everything had already happened, including their deaths. What they did, however, would determine how much this timeline diverged from the one they had come from.

Jake said to imagine that the two timelines were like the spokes of a wagon wheel. Right now, they were near the hub, both spokes close together. As time moved toward the rim, the spokes would get further apart. How far apart the spokes ended up depended on their actions. Jake said he planned to move them apart; so far, that no one from either timeline would recognize the other.

Another part of his theory was that the divergence had a ripple effect from the epicenter. That is, the effect spread slowly from the point of origin. Jake said that most of the world's population moved ahead the same in both timelines for generations before the divergence affected then. That made sense if you thought about it. Look at Christianity, for instance; it took hundreds of years for Jesus' full effect to be felt. Jake said that he wanted to have an impact on the maximum number of people to shift the timeline they were in now 180 degrees from the one they left.

Nina had to admit that if anyone could do it, Jake was that person. She had no doubt that Jake was the smartest and most talented person on the planet. He knew intuitively what to do and how to do it. From lonely women to world peace, he seemed to have the solution to the problem. It was a good thing for everyone that Jake wanted to do what was right; with his abilities, he had the capacity to make monumental mischief.

Nina was brought out of her reverie by the congregation standing to receive Holy Communion. As she waited in the center aisle, her heart skipped a beat the instant she saw the Murphy clan at the alter. Her heart swelled when she saw Sean Patrick so young and handsome. He noticed her staring at him as he negotiated the outside aisle and shot her a wink. Mortified at being caught ogling, she blushed and dropped her gaze.

Nina never thought of church as a place to meet Sean Patrick and the rest of her family. She guessed her devotion to the church had subconsciously kept her from making the connection. Yet, here she was on the steps of St. Paul's as Claudia introduced her and Erika around.

"Another beautiful redhead named Nina. Just what we needed," joked Sean, Sr. Then he turned to Erika, "And you, lass; the name doesn't sound it, but you are too pretty not to be Irish."

Both girls were blushing furiously as Sean teased them. Even though she had known for forty years that her father had kissed the Blarney Stone, it was still just as embarrassing to her as it had been when she was twelve. When Nina looked at Sean Patrick, they again made eye contact, Nina swore she saw a bolt of electricity pass between them. Sean Patrick favored her with one of his beatific smiles and raised his eyebrows as if to acknowledge that the attraction was mutual. Of course, Erika had some new admirers as well; both Claudia and sixteen year old Michael Murphy were surreptitiously eyeing her.

Mary Murphy told her husband to stop flirting with the pretty girls; it was time to go home. Then she turned and asked Nina and Erika if they would like to join them for supper Wednesday. The girls agreed; Mary told Claudia to have them to come home with her from work. Just like that, Nina had secured an invitation to her old home.

Jake had been right about another thing; it seemed, in this timeline, good things happened to them too often to be coincidental. All that careful planning to maneuver herself into the Murphys' orbit had been made superfluous on the steps of St. Paul's in the glow of Christian fellowship.

Nina and Erika went to work Monday morning, excited about their new job. The reality of the work was a different story; it was repetitious and exacting. The team leader of the group to which they were assigned began teaching them how to take care of a claim. Nina and Erika were smart women; by the afternoon, they were ready to tackle claims on their own, under the supervisor's watchful eye. Nina and Erika's team handled homeowner insurance claims; Nina and Erika cut their teeth on the smaller cases.

The girls ate lunch in the breakroom with Claudia. The too sweet Mrs. Sullivan had packed them a lunch, giving it to them at the door as if she were sending them to the first day of school. Claudia Murphy was an attractive young woman. She was the tallest of the Murphy females at five foot-six. She was also the best developed; she was a deliciously curvy woman. Claudia's hair was bright red as opposed to Nina's auburn color. Claudia also had the fair, freckled skin that so often comes with red hair. The freckles were the bane of her existence; she felt they kept her from being beautiful and made her look as if she were ten years old.

During lunch, Claudia filled them in on her family. She told them she was the oldest at nineteen, Sean Patrick was next at eighteen, Jennie was seventeen, Michael was sixteen, Nina was twelve, and the twins--Donna and David--were ten. Everyone still lived at home; although she and Sean Patrick had both graduated from high school and were working. Claudia attended night classes at Boston College working towards a business degree. Sean was in limbo about his future; he wanted to study literature but knew it was impractical. Nina, of course, knew all this -- but to Erika, it was fascinating. Her mind boggled at having so many brothers and sisters, each of them so different.

Wednesday's dinner was wonderful. Nina was choked up with nostalgia as she sat at the table with the boisterous family she knew so well. Erika marveled at Mary Murphy's organizational skill as she serenely served a perfect meal. Conversation was lively at the table as Sean teased everyone in turn. The hot topic tonight was Jennie's new boyfriend, Larry.

Jennie, for some inexplicable reason, was nicknamed Bug by her father. The Bug was about five-two; her red hair was thick and wild and hung to her waist. She had her mother's temper and her father's wicked wit. Larry was at least six foot-seven and easily weighed two-fifty. He was a big tough guy until he was around Jennie. Sean tormented Larry to no end about what a pussycat Jennie Bug had made him. Larry just smiled through the teasing; he saw that Sean was the same way around Mary. Love could make a guy do some weird things. Of course, the fact that Larry was joining the Marines was a big plus in getting along with Sean. Sean had spent three years in the Corps and had the tattoo to prove it.

Nina ended up seated next to young Nina at the table with Sean Patrick on the other side of her. More of Sean's doings, she was willing to bet. Sean cracked up when someone would say Nina and they both would answer. Nina paid a lot of attention to her younger self. It was incredibly fascinating for her to ask a question knowing the thought process that would produce the answer. Of course, she also talked with Sean Patrick. It was easy to establish a rapport with him; after all, she had the advantage of thoroughly knowing his likes and dislikes.

Sean had sandwiched Erika between Claudia and Michael at the long table. Poor Michael was about to pass out as the big blonde teasingly flirted with him. Michael was the family brain, serious and studious; he was a successful investment banker in the making. He would go on to make a fortune in the go-go nineties and lose most of it in the tumultuous aftermath of 9-11. But at the dinner table and for weeks to come, his focus was limited to thoughts of naked Viking Amazons. His devotion paid off a few weeks later when Erika kindly made a man of him.

Nina and Erika had a great time at the Murphys' home; in turn, they were a big hit with the family. They accepted an invitation to a cookout after church on Sunday; an event Sean was throwing for the neighborhood.

On Friday, Claudia invited Nina and Erika out for drinks after work. The two roommates accepted. At five till five, they were getting ready to leave when the phone rang. Erika answered it, listened for a minute, then asked the caller to hold on for a second. She covered the mouth piece and told Claudia and Nina to leave without her. Claudia wrote down the name and address of a bar on Broadway and told her to catch a cab and join them as soon as she could. Erika nodded and turned her attention back to the phone.

Erika really felt bad for the claimant caller. He was a farmer in Minnesota, not far from where her dad had been raised. A freak tornado had hit his farm; it missed his house but had wrought havoc on his equipment. He had two hundred-fifty acres of wheat to tend and he was desperate. Erika sighed and started processing his claim. If she could get the claim reviewed and approved first thing Monday morning, she would have a check in the mail to the farmer by noon.

Erika was wrapping up the paperwork when Claudia called. Claudia sounded frantic and told her she needed to come get them right away. She said she and Nina were not in the bar she had written down, it had been too crowded, so they had gone down the street to a place called Lady Teresa's. Erika told her she would be right there, then grabbed her purse and hustled out of the building. Erika was lucky hailing a cab, she slid into the seat and told the driver "Lady Teresa's on Broadway" and to please hurry. The driver looked at her funny but kicked the Yellow Checker Cab in motion.

Seven minutes later, she was out of the cab and headed into the bar. The first thing she noticed was that the bar was tastefully decorated in a tropical motif, the second was that there were no men in the crowded bar. Nicely dressed business women mingled with working class women in a slacks and jeans. She walked towards the back of the bar and found Claudia and Nina setting with a trio of rough looking women. Nina was perched on the knee of a swarthy young woman with short black hair. Nina looked both miserable and aroused as the cruelly pretty woman's hand rested on her thigh.

"Let's go girls, time to go home," Erika said.

Claudia slid out of the booth looking relieved. Nina was blushing furiously as she attempted to get up. The big girl slipped her arm around Nina's waist and held her in place. The woman holding Nina, Ramona Sousa, was a big Portuguese girl, a little over five feet-ten inches tall. She tipped the scales at one-sixty-five but carried no fat on her muscular body. Romy, as her friends called her, was a delivery truck driver for World Parcel Delivery. She was also a weight lifter and competitive body builder. She also had the disposition of a pit bull. She had come to Lady T's straight from work; still in the ubiquitous brown shorts and shirt she had worn all day.

"This little one isn't going anywhere, Blondie; so take a walk," the dark haired woman said.

Erika leaned over and softly said, "Let her up, dyke; don't make me embarrass you in front of your friends."

"That was a big mistake, bitch," Romy said. "I'm gonna let her up alright, for about one minute while I kick your ass."

Romy lifted Nina up and slid out of the booth until she was a couple of feet in front of Erika. Erika started to take Nina's hand to lead her out of the bar when, without warning, Romy lashed out with her big Red Wing work boot and kicked Erika hard in the thigh. The sudden blow caught Erika unaware and she doubled over. Romy grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled Erika towards her administering two hard punches to Erika's breast. The pain was intense for Erika but it helped clear her head. Erika jammed her fingertips into Romy's armpit, pressing the nexus of nerves until Romy's grip on her hair loosened.

The delivery driver stepped back, shaking her arm to regain feeling. Erika took a step back also testing her left leg. Her breast and thigh throbbed; she was going to have some serious bruises tomorrow. At the present though, she was mainly just pissed off, but unlike Romy, Erika kept her anger under control.

"That's the closest you'll ever get to a body this nice, skank," Erica taunted.

Her taunt had the desired effect as Romy lowered her head, spit out a sting of invectives, and charged. Erika was ready for her this time. Erika was used to sparing with the lightening quick Debbie; so side stepping Romy's charge was easy. For a big girl, Erika was surprisingly quick, as Romy went by, Erika clipped her in the jaw with a short straight right, then followed up with a spinning side kick to Romy's ass. Romy bounced into her two friends who were holding the other patrons at bay and spun around to face her coolly smiling blonde nemesis.

Erika kicked off her shoes, tossed back her blonde hair, and smiled sweetly at Romy. Damn, this was making her hot; she could smell herself getting excited. She crooked her finger at Romy and said, "Daddy was right; blondes do have more fun."

Romy was still a little glassy-eyed from the punch but her rage propelled her forward. She launched another kick, but again this time Erika was ready for it. She dropped her crossed hands in front of her and blocked, then, clasping her hands around the ankle, she jerked Romy's leg up. The Portuguese girl fell hard on her butt with an 'oomph'. Erika quickly stepped forward and bitch-slapped Romy twice, then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. With a firm grip on Romy's hair, Erika kneed the hapless woman hard in her genitals. Romy dropped to her knees and began retching.

Erika calmly slipped on her shoes, retrieved her purse and grabbed Nina and Claudia by the hand. By this time, Erika's musky scent was permeating the air, her pheromones elevating the libido of anyone who caught a whiff. The crowd parted like the Red Sea for Moses as Erika led the star struck redheads out of Lady T's.

"We are going home and you two are going to spend the evening making this up to me," Erika said firmly.

Two meek redheads bobbed in eager unison.

Claudia and Nina did spend the evening taking care of, and making up to Erika. They pampered their Norwegian Goddess with a long soaking bath, then tried to kiss her boo-boos away. The evening was beyond anything Claudia Murphy had ever experienced. Her fumbling experiences with passive naïve girls paled by comparison when Erika took her so dominantly. And little Nina was a pleasant surprise with her agile little darting tongue and talented small hands.

Before the evening was over, Claudia was as pliable as Nina. She eagerly followed Erika's every command, giving herself whole-heartedly to her new mistress. When Nina drove her home at midnight, Claudia headed straight to the bathroom. She put a new blade in her razor and shaved her mound bald, just the way Erika wanted it. She had a small orgasm as she shaved, recalling how Erika said she wanted it hairless when she broke her hymen the following night.

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Chapter 6