Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Rachael's Lesbian Conversion - Incomplete Rough Draft By: Gwen Holden and
The Cryptkeeper Keywords: caution, rape, 1st, FF, oral, pett,

   What a perfect little body, Gertrude thought watching Rachael's firm
nicely shaped butt as the girl walked with her young boyfriend into the
bedroom.  Rachael could not be more than 20 years old and 115 pounds
Gertrude guessed.  At five foot seven inches tall, she must have been too
naïve to realize how far she could go with her looks - a gorgeous face,
petite figure and those perky round breasts.  Why else would Rachael be
with a young, unsuccessful guy driving a jalopy, Gertrude reasoned.

   "What do you think?  Should I move here?" Rachael quietly asked her
boyfriend, Tim, when they were away from Gertrude and alone in the bedroom.

   The room appeared big and empty except for a neatly made queen-sized bed
and a huge oak dresser.  The lanky 22-year-old stuck his hands in his
pockets and looked down at new light tan carpeting on the floor.  He had
been going out with Rachael for six months, but was not as self-confident
as his 21-year-old girlfriend who just finished celebrating her birthday.
He did not want Rachael to move.  The smell of fresh paint entered his
nostrils before he spoke.

   "I don't know.  It's further away from me and we may not get to see each
other as much.  You know my car isn't exactly reliable," he replied.

   "But then again, it's closer to the college and the price is
reasonable."

   Rachael exited the bedroom with Tim following behind her and approached
Gertrude.  "How much security deposit did you say you needed?" she asked as
Tim watched.  Gertrude was an attractive woman in her early 30s perhaps,
not quite as slender as Rachael was, but a little taller with short hair
styled somewhat boyishly that matched her dark brown eyes in color.

   Gertrude paused to study Rachael's face a moment before answering.  The
girl had the most limpid blue eyes she had ever seen, and flawlessly smooth
skin.  Neither Sun nor age had yet to paint a single wrinkle on the fresh
canvas of perfection that was her face.  Gertrude did not need extra money,
but she wanted Rachael to move in with her.  "$200," she replied.

   Rachael thought the ad on Craig's List said $500, but she was not about
to correct such a generous error in her favor.  She believed this
arrangement would work well.  Gertrude seemed like a mature woman.  As a
full-time college student on a tight budget, Rachael needed a quiet place
to stay for cheap rent so she could study.  "That'll work," Rachael
answered shaking Gertrude's hand.

   **********************

   Rachael brought her few belongings and settled in to the extra bedroom.
This arrangement seemed to be better than she had first anticipated. 
Gertrude worked as an analyst for some investment company and Rachael only
saw her evenings and weekends.

   Unfortunately, Rachael did not get to see Tim as often anymore either,
and spent her time alone studying in the immaculately furnished home.  She
sat on Gertrude's leather sofa having just finished reading F.  Scott
Fitzgerald's "This Side of Paradise" for an English Literature class. 
Gertrude would be home from work soon and Tim was coming over later to take
Rachael out for dinner.  The text message Tim sent Rachael mentioned an
upscale restaurant not typical of his budget.

   A ceiling fan hung above, slowly turning while producing a faint hum as
Rachael sat in the living room admiring Gertrude's décor.  On a finely
crafted oak credenza stood a series of female statuettes sculpted in white
marble - ballerinas performing pirouettes and attitudes; the goddess Venus
in various poses; not a speck of dust anywhere.

   The clang of Gertrude's key unlocking the front door interrupted the
trance-like stillness Rachael had joined.

   Gertrude found Rachael perched on the sofa.  Rachael still owed her
money for rent, but Gertrude overlooked the matter for the time because she
liked having this beautiful girl live with her.

   It was Friday night.  Gertrude looked forward to a few drinks and
partying a little.  She remembered when she was Rachael's age she partied
more than just a little most Friday nights.  "Do you have any plans
tonight?" Gertrude asked turning a dial on the wall that controlled the
ceiling fan.

   "Tim and I are going for dinner."

   "You and Tim are pretty close I take it.  How long have you been going
out together?"

   "Seven months.  What about you, is there anyone special in your life?"

   A sparkle appeared in Gertrude's eyes as she scanned Rachael.  "I'm not
involved with anyone right now, but I've got my eye on somebody."

   The ceiling fan sliced through the air and a nervous smile disappeared
from Rachael's face almost as quickly as it formed.  "It's getting late and
I have to get ready.  Tim is taking me to Chez Albert tonight, but I want
to hear more about this lucky fellow later."

   Rachael wearing tight blue jeans rose from the sofa and walked to her
room, Gertrude studying the curves of her figure from behind.  The girl was
like a fortress and either did not notice or failed to acknowledge any of
Gertrude's subtle advances, including the one she just made.

   Gertrude harbored a spark of annoyance that grew to flames of anger with
her first drink.  Sitting on a barstool alone in her living room, she
pondered how Rachael shrugged her off earlier.  The nearly empty tumbler of
Crown Royal in her hand clanked when it met the granite countertop. 
Rachael still owed money for rent - claimed there was a delay in her
financial aid, student loan or some such nonsense, yet Chez Albert was an
expensive restaurant.  When not up in the air, Rachael's nose spent too
much time buried in books for a girl her age, Gertrude thought.  With her
car keys in hand, she decided to visit an old acquaintance.

   *************

   Gertrude sat in her car, parked beneath a burnt out street lamp that
dimly flickered, and stared at a small, rundown apartment building built
back in the 1920s.  The cool night breeze blew a discarded grocery bag
across the empty parking lot in front of her.  She was not sure she wanted
to do this, but she left the safety of her car anyway and walked toward the
building.

   As she approached the old tenement, cracks in its stucco reminded
Gertrude of wrinkles on an aged face.  Reggie Johnson had more money than
she did.  Gertrude wondered why he still conducted his business in this
bad, inner city neighborhood.

   "I haven't seen you in ages," Reggie said when she entered, muscles
bulging beneath the huge black man's tight t-shirt.  "What brings you by
after all this time, Gertrude?  I thought you stopped partying - at least
with the illegal shit I sell - a few years back."

   Reggie was a notorious drug dealer with a penchant for white pretty
women.  Slim figured with dark brown - almost black eyes and hair, and
mildly olive complexion, Gertrude more than fit Reggie's criteria.  In the
past, he had unsuccessfully hit on her many times even though she was
lesbian and remained hopeful that one day...

   Gertrude smiled, "I'm not here to ask you on a date if that's what
you're hoping."

   Reggie chuckled, "You crack me up girl.  I didn't think so."

   Gertrude noticed curls of paint peeling off the wall beside her looked
like shedding skin on a reptile.  "I see you're still working in the high
class district.  Really, Reggie - after all these years you can't afford
anything better than this?"

   "You know I just do business here.  The hood is where I'm from; I know
its people and it holds my memories.  If you want to fuck though, I'll take
you to my penthouse on 57th Avenue and we can create new memories together
there."

   "No thanks, not tonight," Gertrude answered dryly.

   "Okay, baby - if you didn't come here to finally try out my big black
cock and see what you've been missing all these years, what do you want?"

   Gertrude's hand cupped her chin and her dark brown eyes looked off to
the side as if words she was searching for might be there.  "A friend of
mine wants something that will help someone special be intimate with them."

   The gold grill in Reggie's mouth shined with his smile and he held up
his hand as if trying to stop traffic.  "Say no more.  I know exactly what
you want.  I have some stuff that will give your `friend' the greatest time
of their life.  It's the best shit on the market - really pure.  It ain't
cheap though - $30 a pill."

   "Really?  How many are safe to take at once?"

   "Someone your size, maybe three pills tops.  But I wouldn't take more
than one or you won't remember shit and you'll have one hell of a foggy
hangover for days.  I wouldn't drink alcohol with it either."

   Gertrude's left eyebrow rose.  "Any discount for an old friend
purchasing in quantity?"

   "This is the best shit on the market." Reggie paused a moment,
Gertrude's eyebrow remaining suspended.  "Okay, what the fuck.  For old
time's sake I'll sell you 20 for $500.  But you need to promise me if you
ever decide to fuck a dude, I'll be the first."



   **************

   Rachael and Tim sat across from each other at Chez Albert, a small
candle flickering between them atop the white tablecloth draping their
little round table.

   Tim nervously looked around, "We've been here 10 minutes already. 
Where's the server?"

   He seemed very fidgety this evening.  "Relax, we just sat down.  You
still haven't told me why we came here tonight.  You can't afford this."

   "There's something important I need to ask you."

   Rachael remained silent.  She maintained her typical calm and confident
appearance, but internally she caught Tim's nervousness like a head cold he
shared with her.  This sounded like it might be a proposal, and she was not
ready to accept.  Yes, she cared for him deeply - perhaps even loved him -
but she was also practical.  Tim worked two part time jobs and still lived
with his parents, she needed to finish college and they had only known each
other seven months.

   They finished eating, Rachael leaving much of her dinner on her plate as
usual.  The food was exquisite, meaning it was high in calories and fat
that she avoided maintaining her girlish figure.  She drank a glass of wine
to ease her nerves and felt better until she noticed the small black ring
box Tim placed in front of her on the table.

   Tim swallowed and his Adam's apple rose in his throat.  "Rachael, before
you say anything, I want you to hear what I have to say first.  I know
we've only been going out for seven months, and I don't have money or a
decent job yet, but I want you to marry me."

   Rachael picked up the velvet ring box and opened it.  A modestly sized
diamond solitaire - perhaps one-quarter carat - sparkled in the dim
candlelight.

   The smile that appeared on Rachael's face mimicked the modest size of
the diamond Tim gave her rather than its brilliance, and was less than what
he had hoped to see.

   Perhaps some undetermined time in the future, Rachael thought, but not
now.  "Oh, Tim, it's beautiful, but I can't accept this.  You still live
with your parents and I still have two years of college to complete.

   She hesitantly handed the ring box back to him, the ring undisturbed
within it.

   "No Rachael, I want you to have it.  We don't have to set a date or
anything definite until you finish school and I find a decent job.  I just
want our relationship to be exclusive for now.  Will you at least give me
that?"

   Rachael's hand remained extended with the ring box still in it for a
moment before slowly taking it back.  The ring looked beautiful on her
finger.

   *****************

   Gertrude's new silver Mercedes convertible sat with its engine warm from
a recent trip when Tim parked his old, beat up Honda Civic in the driveway
behind it.  Rachael was still looking down at the engagement ring on her
finger, which sparkled a little even in the moonlight, as they sat in the
car together.  He drew toward her.  She reached around his neck and they
shared her mouth.  His hand gently cupped, then caressed her firm breast
protected by her dress and bra.  Rachael's nipple responded.  They
continued kissing, Tim's hand eventually finding its way up her dress to
her inner thigh - tantalizingly close to her pussy.

   Rachael felt his fingers getting closer - finally grazing her sex
through the thin silk of her panties - and she began to moisten for him.

   Her father had always said that boys only wanted what they could not
have, but she had made the mistake once of not listening to his warning. 
When in high school, she had a crush on a popular boy and slept with him.
He fucked her a few times, and then she never heard from him again - her
calls and text messages ignored.  She had cried in secret for weeks over
the boy, her heart like a mirror shattered into millions of pieces, each a
reflection of him.  The scar on her heart made her stronger, smarter, and
determined not to make the same mistake again.  She seldom put out for men.
She had matured into the girl every man wanted but none could have.  Soon
the question of when to let Tim inside her would need an answer.

   She pulled away, her breathing heavy.  "No, we've got to stop.  I can't
do that with you yet."

   His mouth met hers and they resumed kissing.  She was almost ready to
open for him, but Tim lacked determination and self-confidence to pursue
her to completion.

   "Do you want to come inside for a little while?" she asked when they
broke from another round of kisses.  She did not want to stop yet.

   "No, I'm opening tomorrow morning at Starbucks.  I guess I should head
home."

   A frown quickly crossed Rachael's face and as swiftly left it like a
solitary wave gently passing through calm waters.  "Okay, well text or call
me tomorrow when you get a chance."

   They kissed goodnight and parted for the evening.

   Rachael came into the house and saw Gertrude pouring herself another
glass of Crown Royal, and she wondered if Gertrude had been drinking alone
all night while she was out with Tim.

   Gertrude turned to Rachael from the bar.  "Welcome home.  Did you and
Tim have fun tonight?"

   "Yes, we had a wonderful dinner.  Look what he gave me." Rachael proudly
raised her hand and tilted it so her ring would sparkle.

   Gertrude saw the unimpressive stone on Rachael's finger and tried
concealing her disappointment.

   "So you guys are engaged?"

   Rachael giggled.  She had not really thought about it that way.  It
sounded so formalized.  "Sort of - we haven't picked a date yet."

   Gertrude decided to use the news to her advantage - as an excuse for
Rachael to drink with her.  "This calls for a celebration.  What would you
like to drink?"

   "That's okay; I already had a glass of wine with dinner."

   She was not going to lose Rachael to some boy still living at home with
his parents when she had so much more to offer her, Gertrude thought.  She
needed to change her approach.  She remembered that Rachael had midterm
exams soon.

   Gertrude's voice grew deep and serious.  "We still need to discuss the
rent you owe me.  I'm afraid you're going to have to move out next week if
you can't pay up."

   Gertrude got the reaction she hoped for and saw panic replace the always
confident sparkle in Rachael's eyes.

   Rachael had explained her situation to Gertrude before giving her money
for a security deposit and spending all the rest moving.  Gertrude said she
would wait.  Rachael could not take time looking for another place to live
and moving again now.  She had no money left and she needed to study or she
would jeopardize her scholarships.  "I told you I would pay you when my
financial aid comes.  Please, Gertrude.  I don't know why there's been a
delay, but I will pay you soon."

   "Why don't we have a drink together and we can talk about it."

   Rachael really did not want another drink, but decided it might help her
situation to be more sociable and gave in to Gertrude's pressuring.  "Okay,
I'll have a Merlot - I guess; that's what I had with dinner tonight."

   Gertrude gave Rachael a faint smile.  From the other side of the bar,
Rachael stood watching her place a crystal wine glass on the hard granite
countertop.  A long thin stem rose from the round foot on the elegant
vessel with a floral pattern etched into its empty bowl matching the
pattern on Gertrude's tumbler filled with Crown Royal.  Gertrude twisted a
corkscrew into a vintage bottle of wine she pulled from her fully stocked
cooler.

   "I hope you like this wine; it's very old and expensive."

   Rachael was no connoisseur and doubted she would enjoy this glass of
wine any more than the first one she drank with Tim during dinner.  A
second drink in the same evening was past her usual limit and she already
knew she would not like it.

   The dark red wine flowed from the bottle like a tiny waterfall of blood.
Rachael watched it overfill the glass and spill on the countertop.

   "Oops, oh shit, this will stain the granite.  Will you be a dear and get
me a sponge and paper towel from the kitchen," Gertrude asked.

   Rachael went to the kitchen.  Gertrude poured off excess wine in
Rachael's glass in the bar sink, pulled a folded piece of foil from her
pocket and emptied the powdered remains of a pulverized pill into the
goblet.  The white powder formed a small island floating on the wine's red
surface.  Gertrude stirred it into a miniature whirlpool with her finger
and the substance dissolved.

   The maelstrom had passed and the contents in her wine glass sat calmly
waiting for her to drink when Rachael returned with the sponge and paper
towel.

   Gertrude took the sponge and paper towel from Rachael and wiped up the
puddle sitting beside Rachael's glass.  "Thank you," she said handing the
drink to Rachael, a smile revealing her white teeth and a rather pretty
face.  Of Italian ancestry, Gertrude's light olive skin resisted aging well
and she still looked like she was in her 20s.  "Bottoms up," she added. 
Her tumbler greeted Rachael's wine glass with a cling.

   Rachael stared at the full glass in her hand a moment as Gertrude waited
for her to take a sip.  She had eaten lightly this evening with the
question Tim sprang on her at supper.  She knew this second drink would
likely go straight to her head.  At least she did not need to be anywhere
tomorrow morning, she thought.

   Gertrude eagerly watched the glass meet Rachael's parted lips and the
liquid flow between them into the girl's beautiful little mouth.

   A pool of soft, fruity flavor accumulated in Rachael's mouth before she
swallowed.  Her neck rose as the first gulp finally slid down her throat.

   "How do you like it?"

   "Mmmm, it's very good." To her surprise, Rachael actually found the
beverage enjoyable and quickly followed her first swig with a second.

   "I'm glad you like it.  Come sit on the sofa with me and we can talk."

   The wine was unusually tasty and Rachael quickly took another sip.  She
settled into the soft leather couch, her glass nearly empty already and
Gertrude refilling it.

   "No, I really shouldn't drink anymore."

   "Nonsense, two glasses won't hurt.  Besides, I've already opened the
bottle and I don't want to waste it.  Cheers."

   Gertrude gulped the last of her Crown Royal almost like water - but a
slight grimace signaling its descent down her throat - leaving behind a
tumbler of melted ice cubes.  Rachael quickly sipped her wine.

   "You now owe me three months' rent, plus you've contributed nothing to
food or other expenses.  I like you Rachael, but I feel like you're taking
advantage of me."

   Rachael was beginning to feel very light-headed.  She had already
explained this to Gertrude before and now she was repeating it: "I'm sorry,
Gertrude.  I appreciate what you've done for me and I don't want to take
advantage of you.  There was a delay processing my financial aid for some
reason, but I should receive my scholarship the first of the month.  I will
pay you back every dime."

   Rachael rubbed her forehead.  It became difficult to think clearly.  The
wine was really starting to affect her, she thought.

   Gertrude took the empty glass from Rachael's hand and placed it on the
coffee table beside her emptied tumbler.  "That's almost three weeks from
now, Rachael.  I can't wait that long.  I never agreed to let you stay here
free.  You'll have to move next week."

   Rachael did not understand.  When she had explained the situation to
Gertrude before, she was fine with waiting.  "But I have exams and papers
due these next two weeks, Gertrude.  I don't have time to find another
place and move.  I have to keep my grades up to maintain my scholarship."

   Rachael's speech was becoming slower, her words slurred.

   Gertrude repressed a grin; she was a hunter closing in on her prey.  "I
understand, but this is business dear." She scooted nearer to Rachael.

   Rachael did not notice how the distance between them continued
shrinking.

   "I need something more than just your words of appreciation and promise
to pay," Gertrude added, her hand softly landing on Rachael's thigh.  "If
you want to stay here, you're going to have to show me your appreciation by
giving me something else until you have money."

   "What do you mean - `give you something else'?"

   "I think a pretty girl like you can figure out what I mean." Gertrude's
hand began caressing Rachael's thigh.  "You're going to let me touch you if
you want to stay here."

   Rachael looked down bewilderedly at Gertrude's hand petting her thigh.
"Touch me?  That's weird and gross," she chuckled.  "Are you a lesbo or
something?"

   Gertrude snickered.  "What if I am lesbian?  It's not weird; it's
beautiful.  How would you know it's gross?  Have you ever let a woman touch
you before?"

   "No, and I'm not letting one touch me now either." As Gertrude's hand
slid up her skirt, Rachael's thighs locked together.

   "You're going to let me touch you or you're moving out."

   Rachael felt Gertrude's fingers wiggling between her closed thighs
reaching toward her crotch.

   "Relax and open your legs for me."

   "No!  That's disgusting.  You're not touching me there," Rachael
slurred.

   Gertrude's voice grew stern again, "Suit yourself, but you better start
packing tonight and figure out how you'll keep your grades up while finding
another place to live!"

   Gertrude's swings in demeanor were unsettling, but Rachael's thighs
remained stubbornly locked together with Gertrude's hand sandwiched between
them.  It took a moment for her words to sink into Rachael's intoxicated
brain.  Her grades, her scholarships, perhaps her entire education and
future were at risk.

   "It's the last time I'll make this offer to you and I mean it.  Let me
touch you or start packing."

   Gertrude felt Rachael's thighs relax slightly, but enough.  Her hand
resumed worming its way to Rachael's sex and then began stroking it.

   "That's better.  Doesn't this feel good?" Gertrude asked in a
conciliatory tone while relentlessly fondling Rachael's young cunt through
the thin silk of her panties.

   Rachael felt herself moistening again as she had done for Tim a short
while ago.  She was not a lesbian.  She was engaged to Tim.  What Gertrude
was doing was nauseating.  "No, it doesn't feel good.  Please stop it. 
Don't make me do this."

   "I'm not making you do anything, Rachael.  You're just letting me touch
you.  You can either pay the money you owe me, move out, or let me keep
touching you.  Personally, I think my offer is pretty generous."

   Rachael felt Gertrude's finger slip inside the thin silk strip in the
front of her panties covering her vagina.

   "No."

   "Yes," Gertrude whispered kissing her way up the side of Rachael's neck
to her ear, "Shush, it's okay.  Her finger slithered into Rachael's wet
pussy and then began manipulating her clit.

   It was not `okay', but like her speech, Rachael's thoughts slowed and
became muddled and for the first time in her young life, she did not know
what to do.  She took a gulp of air and heavily sighed, "Ooooh."

   Rachael's inaction was an encouraging sign.  "That's right - just let me
play with your pussy for a little while.  No one will know."

   Rachael's mouth hung open dumbfounded as she remained locked in a stare
with Gertrude while Gertrude masturbated her and she let her do it. 
Gertrude's face started becoming blurry to Rachael.  "It feels so nice,"
Gertrude told her.

   Gertrude's fingers felt Rachael's clitoris slowly growing fuller and
firmer.  "Yes it does feel nice," she seductively repeated, finally
witnessing Rachael's eyes beginning to close for her as if falling into a
trance.  Gertrude was winning more than their staring contest.  "Uh-huh,
ooh, yea, I'm going to make your pussy cum," she lilted.  She nudged
Rachael's thighs further apart while messaging her clit.  Rachael's pelvis
undulated slightly in capitulation.  "That's a good girl - don't resist
anymore.  Let this happen." Gertrude wanted Rachael to bloom for her.

   Rachael's eyes cracked open.  What was she doing allowing Gertrude to
touch her like this?  She saw her dress hiked up around her waist, her legs
spread wide, her purple satin panties she had worn especially for Tim now
bunched in Gertrude's fist and pulled to one side.  Gertrude's fingers were
busy inside Rachael's pussy messaging the anterior wall of her vagina - her
G-spot - while her thumb kept Rachael's swollen clitoris entertained.  The
vulgarity of a woman masturbating her like this - like a scene from some
perverted adult video - sickened Rachael.

   "Are you going to cum for me, baby?"

   "No, please don't make me do that.  This is nasty."

   "It's not nasty, it's beautiful - you're beautiful, and you're sharing
your beauty with me, which is even more beautiful.  Look at how pretty your
pussy is now - all wet and full like a blossom ready to divvy its nectar."

   Rachael made the mistake of looking down.  Her face contorted and she
dumbly watched the horrific site of Gertrude's thumb twirling her aroused
clit beneath it, the nauseating scene finally obscured by Gertrude going
down on her instead - and gently sucking her engorged clitoris into her
mouth.

   "Oh, God, don't do that.  This is sick," Rachael cried, trying to push
Gertrude's head away.  Gertrude's thumb tenderly pulled back Rachael's
clitoral hood, exposing her sensitive little love bud directly to her
tongue - a wire with its insulation stripped away now forced to carry
higher voltage to Rachael's autonomous nervous system and brain.

   "Mmhmm," Gertrude moaned.  Her palm pressing firmly against Rachael's
Mons felt a short patch of pubic hairs beneath it.  With her thumb,
Gertrude repeatedly retracted Rachael's clitoral hood, uncovering her cute
glans - the center of her sensuality - and swirled her tongue over it.  Her
tongue made deeper visits inside Rachael's pussy, lapping up the sweet,
sticky nectar there.  She was very experienced and deadly to the
heterosexual orientation of girls she managed seducing, especially younger
ones like Rachael.

   "Mmm, you're gorgeous and taste so good...  Oh, it feels so nice... 
Uh-huh, am I going to make you cum?  Oooh, yes, cum so I can taste you
more." Gertrude said making love to Rachael's pussy with her mouth.

   Rachael could not comprehend why Gertrude said such horrible things. 
What she was physically doing to Rachael was bad enough, but she kept
verbalizing it as if Rachael was enjoying this.

   It excited Gertrude even more to coo things to Rachael while molesting
her, but it served a much darker, ulterior purpose Rachael's innocence was
incapable of recognizing, and Gertrude did not fully understand herself. 
They were earworms - thought patterns someone else implanted in Gertrude's
mind long ago when indoctrinating her to homosexuality, handed down over
generations and spread like a contagious mental disease.

   She had not succumbed to illness yet, and Gertrude's perversions
repulsed Rachael, yet Rachael's pelvis kept resuming involuntary coital
movements for longer intervals, like a catchy tune she could not stop
dancing to when hearing it.  What was wrong with her?  It was as if
Gertrude had located a live wire running directly to her core and kept
sparking it, causing tension to build in her that sought release by getting
more.

   "Ooh, yes, you like the way it feels, uh-huh.  You want me to eat your
pussy more."

   "No, I don't," Rachael murmured squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her
head side to side, her hands resting in Gertrude's silky black hair no
longer pushing away.  How could she like something so weird and gross like
this?

   "Oooooh, oooh, oooh ...  please ...  no," Rachael mewled arching her
back.  After accepting a marriage proposal from her boyfriend a few short
hours ago, she was now about to cum for Gertrude instead, the muffled ring
of her cell phone going unnoticed.

   Rachael's pussy began squeezing Gertrude's fingers, showering them with
its secretions of love it should have been giving to Tim.  "Oh, yea, you're
cumming for me, baby.  Ooooooh, yes, it feels so nice," Gertrude chirped to
her like some perverted songbird.

   The wave of peace and fulfillment that flowed over Rachael began to ebb,
but Gertrude was not finished.  It was difficult for Rachael to think or
speak coherently.  She wanted to tell the nasty dyke that she came already
and to stop now, but only managed to slur, "I cum."

   "Oh, I know you came, baby.  Don't worry - we're not done yet.  You're
going to cum for me again,"

   "Oh, nah, oooh," Rachael moaned, growing more preoccupied with her pussy
and the feelings Gertrude made it experience - her mind emptying of
everything else except the task of cumming for her again...

   How many times was this?  She lost count.  The nasty things that
Gertrude repeated while molesting her sounded less alien to Rachael and
started replaying in her mind like pretty melodies she began learning.

   Gertrude rose from Rachael's crotch, abruptly ending the girl's sexual
musings, her lips and chin glistening with Rachael's clear secretions like
someone who dined on greasy food without a napkin.  Her fist released
Rachael's panties and neatly returned them to their proper place covering
Rachael's soppy, swollen vagina.

   "Perhaps we should get you to bed now, baby.  I think you've had too
much to drink tonight."

   "Huh?" Rachael asked in a confused, drugged delirium, uncertain if she
was waking from a wet dream or still in one.  She looked disheveled and
dazed to Gertrude.

   Gertrude brushed a wisp of Rachael's silky golden-brown hair off her
face, tucking it behind her ear.  "It's okay, baby, I know you were
enjoying that.  We'll finish in a little while."

   Rachael closed her eyes without answering, feeling a bit ashamed in
spite of her high.

   Gertrude walked over to the bar and quietly poured the remaining wine
down the drain, leaving the empty bottle on the counter for Rachael to see
in the morning when she sobered.

   "Are we done?"

   Gertrude quietly snickered.  "Not yet, baby." The sink faucet moaned
from the bar, seeming to share the emotion Rachael was unable to express,
as Gertrude filled two glasses with water.  She purposely left Rachael
close to another orgasm with her clit engorged so she could resume oral sex
on her in a little while to relieve it.  She wondered how much discomfort
Rachael's distended clitoris was causing her.

   Gertrude sauntered back to Rachael, who was lying on the couch with her
eyes closed.  Rachael's legs remained spread and her dress hiked up the way
Gertrude had left them.  A wet stain formed on her purple satin panties and
Gertrude could see outlines of Rachael's tumescent vaginal lips and
clitoral hood through the shiny fabric.

   "Here you go, baby.  Drink this." Rachael opened her eyes and Gertrude
handed her a glass of water.  "You drank a lot of wine and need to hydrate
yourself."

   Rachael could not remember how much wine she drank, but she obviously
drank excessively and felt very thirsty and inebriated now.

   Gertrude finished her water and put both of their empty glasses on the
coffee table.  Her hand returned to Rachael's smooth thigh.

   Rachael wanted to tell Gertrude not to do that to her anymore.  It was
not right.  She was engaged to Tim and she was not that way.  She was
straight, not lesbian or bi-sexual.  "I'm not like Tim, straight, lesbian
bi-sexual," she slurred instead.

   "Oh, you shouldn't have drunk so much.  I don't understand what you're
trying to tell me."

   "No more."

   Rachael's willpower surprised Gertrude, but she knew Rachael was lying.
She could see Rachael's swollen clit through her panties throbbing for more
attention - for that next orgasm Gertrude had left her so close to having
and the euphoric relief it would bring.

   "Baby, that's not part of our agreement.  You either pay me with cash or
pay me with pussy.  Until you have the money, your little pussy is mine. 
Now let's get you to bed.

   Rachael staggered as Gertrude guided her to the bedroom.  A Gustave
Courbet oil painting of Le Sommiel hung on the wall above Gertrude's bed.
"This room," Rachael slurred.  Gertrude unzipped the back of Rachael's
dress, slid the garment off her, and unclasped her bra.

   "No, we're sleeping in my room tonight."

   "Why sleep here?" Rachael asked confusedly, the drug and alcohol
impairing her ability to think and speak clearly.

   "I think you know why you're sleeping in here tonight."

   With both hands, Gertrude's fingers reached into the waistband of
Rachael's panties and pulled them down.

   "No, what you're doing?"

   "I'm getting you ready for bed."

   Without clothes concealing her perfection, Rachael looked even more
stunning nude.  Her tight little body displayed an hourglass figure that
included a tiny waist and a flat stomach, perfectly round breasts with
small pale pink areolas, and a firm heart-shaped ass.  Her pubic area was
shaved almost completely bald save for a short, narrow line of neatly
trimmed brown hairs on her Mons Pubis.  She would have been a far better
model for Gustave Courbet than either of the Rubenesque women depicted in
his oil painting hanging on the wall, Gertrude thought.

   Gertrude sat Rachael down in her bed, slipped off Rachael's sandals and
removed her panties from around her ankles.  She held the wet undergarment
to her nose and inhaled Rachael's sweet scent.  "I'm keeping this as a
souvenir of our first time together."

   Rachael's face showed her disgust.  "You're gross."

   "I know - lie down for me." Gertrude's hand pushed against Rachael's
soft breast and Rachael hesitantly relinquished her upright posture, her
back ultimately welcomed by Gertrude's mattress.

   Rachael found the microfiber sheets with sateen weave on Gertrude's bed
unbelievably soft and comfortable against her skin.  She ran her arms
across the incredible fabric enjoying the sensation as she began drifting
to sleep.

   Gertrude undressed watching Rachael in her bed and chuckled.  She
wondered what the pill she slipped Rachael actually contained.  The effects
she exhibited suggested some newly synthesized drug acting like Molly, GHB,
Rohypnol and Ketamine all in one.  How much would Rachael remember in the
morning?  "It almost looks like she is rolling," she mumbled to herself.

   Rachael's tits languidly rose with each breath as she slept, and looked
like two gently rolling hills with perfectly round, pale pink areolas as
peeks.  Gertrude cupped Rachael's soft, perky breast and played with her
nipple, which responded by becoming hard and erect.  She delicately suckled
Rachael's other nipple getting an identical reaction from it.

   Rachael's big blue eyes opened, and with difficulty focused on Gertrude.
Rachael was groggy.  Gertrude was lying in bed with her and they were both
naked.  "Why're you here?  I don't want anymore.  Stop touching...  go
away." She closed her eyes and tried rolling the other way, but Gertrude
pulled her back.  She turned her face away from Gertrude keeping her eyes
closed.

   Gertrude disliked being stern with Rachael, but this was business as
much as pleasure.  Rachael owed her and Gertrude always won in business
deals, often exploiting the other party.  There was meanness about her that
she could turn on or off at will.  "You're in my bed and that's not our
agreement, remember?  I get your pussy until you have money to pay me.  Now
open your fucking legs and let me touch you more or plan on packing
tomorrow."

   Rachael recalled her horrible predicament - she owed Gertrude money and
let Gertrude perform oral sex on her.  However, Rachael was not lesbian. 
She was not bi either.  Even thinking about being with another woman
sickened her.  How could she agree to this sordid arrangement when she was
engaged to Tim?  "I'll pay you," she cried parting her legs for Gertrude.

   Gertrude licked her finger, reached down and gently stroked Rachael's
clit.  "It's still swollen.  Don't you want me to make it feel better for
you?"

   Her enlarged clit was actually beginning to go down until now.

   Rachael wanted to tell Gertrude that she was not lesbian or bisexual and
to stop touching her clitoris, but managed to say, "Lesbian...  touching me
there."

   "That's right, baby.  I know you need relief and I'm going to make it
feel so good."

   The more Gertrude touched her, the more of what she had said to Rachael
seemed true.  Rachael's mind began playing tricks on her - the disgusting
lesbo things Gertrude said and did to her earlier replayed.

   "You weren't done before..." Gertrude said between a trail of kisses she
started from Rachael's tits.  She paused at Rachael's adorable belly
button, and then proceeded further south.  "Oh, you need to cum again..."

   Gertrude was almost there - a little further.  She smelled the fragrant
female scent of Rachael's juicy sex a short distance away.  Finally
reaching her destination, she softly sucked Rachael's throbbing clit into
her mouth.  "Mhmm, just one more time for me baby." Her thumb gently
stroked upward on Rachael's engorged prepuce.  "Remember how good it
feels?"

   "Aah, uh-uh - nah." Rachael did not realize Gertrude was slowly seducing
her - beginning a process of sexually reorienting her.

   "Uh-huh," Gertrude moaned already starting to eat Rachael's pussy out.

   She went through Rachael's pedals, tenderly peeled back her protective
prepuce like carefully husking an ear of corn and accessing that shiny
kernel of pink sweetness inside.  This was it - the Big Bang of sexuality,
and Gertrude delicately held the secrets of Rachael's in her fingertips
completely unprotected, exposed and susceptible to distortions.

   Rachael began to forget how disgusting this was.  She began to forget
about Tim.  Her eyes closed, her breathing accelerated, and her clitoris
returned to its previously aroused state - twice its normal size - under
Gertrude's unrelenting oral technique.

   "Ooooh, you like that."

   "Nah, oooh ...  Just until I cum," Rachael mumbled to herself, her
pelvis undulating in surrender to Gertrude again, her ears unable to block
Gertrude's sweet coos of Sapphic deceptions as she ate out Rachael's
impressionable, young cunt:

   "Ooooh, your pussy is so gorgeous.  I love your pussy, mmm.  Pussy is so
much nicer than cock...  Cock is ugly and pussy is so beautiful...  A man
won't pleasure you like this...  Women are better lovers...  Oh yea, oral
sex feels so good - so much better than intercourse.  Intercourse is
painful with men; and men just want to fuck you..." Gertrude's perverse
litany continued playing, penetrating deeper into Rachael's consciousness
held captive to its repetition.

   "Oh God - no!" Rachael cried throwing her head back in the pillow and
rolling her eyes back in her head.  How could this be happening?  How could
she do this to Tim?  Her grip on Gertrude's soft black hair tightened as
Gertrude's head bobbed busily between her legs.

   "Oooh, yea, mm-hmm, it feels so good; you're cumming for me again,
baby," Gertrude lilted between deep kisses to Rachael's wet pussy.

   Gertrude went down on Rachael most of the evening, not stopping until
the wee hours of morning.  By the time she finally finished, the drug had
taken Rachael's lucidity and left her barely conscious.  An idea so
brilliant and creative came to Gertrude that it seemed like someone else
thought of it.

   "Where is that henna tattoo kit?" Gertrude mumbled to herself searching
through her bathroom cabinet, her solitary voice penetrating the late-night
silence and unheard by sleeping ears.  She had purchased it a while back to
use herself, but never got around to it.  A smile pulled the outer edges of
her mouth upwards, the box appearing behind an assortment of medicines and
beauty aids toward the back.  With the tattoo kit and her iPhone in hand,
she returned to Rachael lying in bed.

   ****

   The tightly closed blinds sliced the late morning sunlight into
horizontal slivers that passed through them and accumulated to brighten
Gertrude's bedroom and chase stubborn sleep from Rachael's eyes.  The after
effects of the date rape drug combined with alcohol left Rachael in a haze
and it took several minutes for her to realize she was not in her own
bedroom.  She never slept naked.  What was she doing nude in Gertrude's
bed? Gertrude was also naked, her arm around Rachael and hand cupping her
breast.  What were they doing together in bed like this?

   Rachael vaguely recalled what seemed like horrible dreams.  Scenes of a
pretty woman playing with Rachael's clitoris and performing oral sex on her
flickered in her memory like afterimages from a flash of light; and
aberrant thoughts Gertrude vocalized to Rachael throughout the night like
lyrics to an evil song, were now distant echoes in Rachael's mind she
mistook as her own musings.  Rachael recognized Gertrude as the woman in
her dreams and then realized they were probably not dreams at all.  She
felt nauseous and needed to get to the bathroom quickly.

   Gertrude sat up as Rachael stumbled from bed heading toward the
bathroom. She got up to help her.  Gertrude put her arm around Rachael's
bare shoulders as Rachael kneeled over the toilette dry heaving like
something had caught in her throat she could not expel.  Her face turned
red and her eyes looked like they were about to pop from her skull.

   "That's right, get it all out.  I'm afraid you drank too much last
night."

   It was more than just alcohol and drugs that made Rachael ill.  She
could not change what already happened nor purge what occurred last night
from her mind.  She was too sick to care about being nude or Gertrude's arm
around her.  "Oh God," Rachael cried.  "I feel awful.  How much did I drink
last night?"

   Gertrude lied to Rachael about how much she drank, "You drank a lot,
baby - an entire bottle of wine all by yourself."

   With her arm still around Rachael's shoulders, Gertrude walked her from
the bathroom back into the bedroom to help gather her clothes.

   Rachael picked up her dress, bra, and sandals all lying messily on the
floor.  "Where are my panties?"

   Gertrude smirked unable to keep her eyes off Rachael's still slightly
swollen pussy and the henna tattoo she put above it that read `Gertrude' in
a flowing script with a stenciled butterfly.  It looked professionally done
and pretty, Gertrude thought, but Rachael had not noticed it yet.  "I don't
know, baby.  You shouldn't drink so much and you'd remember where you took
them off.  I'll get you another pair."

   Rachael looked at Gertrude loathingly, realizing that Gertrude had
likely removed her briefs and was definitely ogling her now.  "Why are you
staring at me like that?" Rachael's head went down and she finally noticed
the tattoo.  "Oh my God!  What did you do to me?" Her hand went over the
dried paste, which cracked off in crumbles and fell to the carpeting.  The
tattoo had set overnight, leaving Gertrude's artwork as a deep stain in
Rachael's once unmarked skin.

   "It's a henna tattoo and will come off in a month or so.  Isn't it
nice?"

   Rachael's tired, blood-shot eyes looked at Gertrude incredulously.  "No,
it isn't nice!  How could you do this to me?"

   "Don't you remember how much you liked getting your pussy eaten and how
many times I made you cum last night?  We had so much fun together."

   Gertrude's words stung like blasts of sand in Rachael's eyes.  She
recalled bits and pieces of their intimate moments as vague dreams during a
restless night, but even that was disgusting and more than she wanted to
remember.  She wished it never happened, but the tattoo would remind her.
How could she explain the tattoo to Tim?  Somehow, she needed to keep him
from seeing it.



   "I've got to go," Rachael answered, her clothes bunched in her arms as
she nervously headed for her bedroom, giving Gertrude an unintended yet
breathtaking view of her award-winning heart-shaped ass as she left.

   ***

   Sitting on the living room couch with her iPad in her lap, Gertrude
photo-shopped breathtaking images she captured of Rachael before and after
her tattoo last night.  Rachael erotically lied with her pink pussy slick
and spread open for the world to see.  She found photos online of someone
with similar eyes and concealed Rachael's drugged appearance.

   A long shower made no impact on the deeply set tattoo.  Rachael wanted
to stay in her room and never come out, but she could not find her purse or
her cell phone.  She left them somewhere in the house and needed them.

   Gertrude had finished working on the pictures of Rachael and had safely
sent them as attachments to several of her email accounts.  She looked up
from reading corporate financial reports, now the task on her iPad, and saw
Rachael emerge from the bedroom.  Rachael briefly made eye contact with
Gertrude before looking away as she approached.

   Gertrude's eyes raked Rachael's willowy figure - the clothing covering
it no longer concealing anything Gertrude had not seen.  Gertrude had
tasted Rachael's intoxicating beauty to completion last night, bathed in
its magic, wanted to capture it solely for her own enjoyment.

   "Are you still mad at me, baby?"

   Rachael glowered at Gertrude.  "I need to find my purse and my phone. 
Have you seen them?"

   "You left your pocketbook on the bar."

   Rachael's handbag contained her phone and sat on the counter.  The empty
wine bottle next to her pocketbook explained her morning hangover and her
persistent mental fog.  Tim had called last night and several times this
morning.  The phone displayed three of his text messages:

   "Tried calling but no answer.  Had great time with u 2nite.  Sorry
couldn't stay.  Can I c u 2morrow nite?  Luv u"

   "Rachael, plse call or txt when u can."

   "What's up?  Why aren't u answring me?  r u ok?"

   Rachael noted Tim's first missed call yesterday evening was at 10:12 pm
and his first text message arrived shortly afterwards.  She shuddered at
what Gertrude was doing to her around that time.  Rachael needed to answer
Tim without revealing the awful truth.  Through the haze lingering in her
mind, she concocted an alternative explanation for him and replied to his
text message:

   "Sorry, found dead phone in sofa.  Luv 2 c u 2nite.  What time?  Call me
back when on break."

   "We need to talk," Gertrude said from the sofa, as Rachael sent the
message back to Tim and stuck the phone in her jeans pocket.  "Come sit
with me."

   Rachael refused to sit and angrily stood in front of Gertrude.  "What do
you want to talk about, Gertrude?  I don't want to hear any more of your
sick lesbo shit."

   Rachael's cold response irritated Gertrude.  Gertrude decided to put the
frigid little bitch in place and make her warm up.

   "If you don't like our arrangement, you can pack your things right now
and move out today.  Now sit down!"

   Rachael grudgingly sat on the far end of the davenport.  "What do you
mean by, `our arrangement'?"

   "Let me refresh your memory, darling: you owe me first, last, and now
second month's rent, plus your share of food and other expenses - over $900
total.  Fortunately for you, I like pussy and cute girls.  Until you have
money, you're paying me with your pussy in exchange for living here."

   Rachael could not believe how perverted Gertrude was.  "Oh, you've got
to be kidding.  There's no way in hell you're ever doing that to me again.
I had too much to drink last night and it impaired my judgment."

   Gertrude decided to use her deadliest weapon, the nuclear bomb. 
"Really? Maybe Tim, your family and the rest of your friends would like to
see some pictures of you when you drink too much and your judgment is
impaired." Gertrude's finger touched her iPad, and expertly doctored
pictures of Rachael in graphic glory lit up its screen.  She placed it on
the coffee table for Rachael to watch the horrific slideshow play.  "I'll
give my friend a call right now to move your shit to the curb while you
figure things out."

   Rachael's mouth hung open in disbelief, not knowing what to say.  The
girl in the pictures was definitely her - vulgar, lewd, and obscene, but it
was like looking at somebody else.  Rachael had no memory of posing for any
of this, but she did not remember Gertrude giving her the tattoo either. 
How did Gertrude possibly get her to do this?  The photos would ruin her
life if people saw them.  Rachael felt a welcome, yet unwarranted relief
when the slideshow finally ended and the awful pictures disappeared.

   Rachael grabbed the iPad and tried to delete the pictures.

   "Sweetheart, don't even think about it.  I've got five different email
accounts I've sent copies of those pictures to as attachments and they're
also backed up on the Cloud."

   "You can't do this, Gertrude.  Please destroy those pictures.  I'll find
another place to live, but I need a little time."

   "Ha, you need more than that, Rachael.  You need money, which you don't
have.  You can hock that ring Tim gave you for a couple bucks, or you can
try the homeless shelter, but I understand the shelter is first come and
you have to look for work to qualify.  I don't think full-time student
counts as work."

   Gertrude scrolled through her list of contacts on her phone.

   Rachael saw her world collapsing.  Yesterday evening she risked losing
her grades, scholarship and everything she worked so hard achieving. 
Today, the tattoo and photos - how could she explain them to Tim and her
family?  There was no explanation for those pictures, they were simply the
most revolting things Rachael had ever seen and no one else could ever know
of them.  There had to be some way to reason with Gertrude and come to a
compromise without being her pillow princes.  "Please Gertrude, wait a
minute.  Can't we discuss this?"

   Gertrude wanted exactly this reaction from Rachael, but she concealed
her enthusiasm beneath an emotionless mask.  She held her phone with
contact information for dry cleaners she used lit on its screen - a
successful bluff unrecognized by Rachael.  The screen turned dark before
Rachael even saw what was on it.  "I don't think we have much to discuss,
Rachael.  Maybe you can stay with Tim or with family."

   "But what about those pictures?"

   "What about them?  I know a nice little website that will pay more than
what you owe me for them if you decide you would rather leave than let me
eat your pussy."

   Those were not viable options, Rachael quietly thought in desperation.
Somehow, she needed those images from Gertrude, but even if Gertrude
deleted them and let her leave, Tim's parents were conservative like her
folks.  They would never approve of her living with them before she married
him.  Her family lived several states away.  Between Tim and school, she
had not made many friends yet - at least not ones she knew well enough for
this type of imposition.  If she went home, she would need to quit a
prestigious school and she could not be with Tim anymore.

   Rachael spoke in a voice becoming reluctantly more conciliatory. 
"There's nowhere else I can stay.  I'm not from this area.  If I pay you
$900 and move out will you at least destroy those pictures?"

   Gertrude adjusted and readjusted her positions on the sofa, inching
closer to Rachael like an approaching sunset.  Her arm stretched out across
the back of the couch strategically above Rachael's shoulders.

   "You know I like you Rachael.  That's why I let you move here so cheaply
to begin with.  Did you really think you could live in this neighborhood,
in this type of house, for the ridiculously low price you're not even
paying me yet?"

   "I told you there was a mix up processing my financial aid, and
previously you agreed to wait.  Why are you being so unreasonable now,
changing things and threatening me with those horrible pictures?"

   Gertrude put her phone back on the coffee table beside the iPad and
scooted next to Rachael, her arm landing lightly on her shoulders.

   "Please don't touch me."

   Gertrude's arm remained defiantly in place.  "I'm not being
unreasonable, Rachael.  The only thing I want to do is make your pussy feel
good.  You don't have to like it - that's up to you - but if you wish to
stay here, and want me to consider deleting those pictures, you better let
me do it."

   Her arm already around Rachael's shoulders, Gertrude's hand landed on
her thigh and began caressing it.

   No, Rachael was not some toy for Gertrude to play with - she could not
let Gertrude do those horrible things to her again.  "I will definitely
have your money in three weeks, every penny," Rachael nervously promised.

   Gertrude's hot breath was in her ear.  "I know you will, baby, but
that's not the point anymore."

   "No, please leave me alone.  I'm not lesbian or bi - I-I-I'm straight
with a fiancée.  I didn't like it last night and I don't want you doing
that to me again.  What if I pay you more?" The quiver in Rachael's voice
revealed her distress.

   "I'm afraid our terms are set, baby.  Extra money in the future won't
help you're situation now."

   Their fingers battled over each button on Rachael's blouse.  "Stop
fighting me," Gertrude hissed, delivering stinging slaps to Rachael's
hands, and one by one, each button falling open to her persistent attacks.
Gertrude reached around Rachael's back and unclasped the pink silk bra she
wore.  Her hands descended lower and closer to the bigger victory - the
button on Rachael's jeans.

   Rachael's sore hands clutched to the waistband of her jeans as if they
were a rope preventing her from falling to certain doom.  She had to think
of something to stop Gertrude.  "Tim's coming by to see me; I don't know
what time.  You can't do that to me now."

   Gertrude grabbed Rachael's fingers and twisted them back as if tearing
claws off a lobster.

   "Ow!  You bitch!" Rachael yelped.  Her red fingers burning from
Gertrude's earlier slaps now smarted in the joints as well.  Gertrude
inched Rachael's jeans lower on her hips.  "You don't want to move out
today, do you Rachael?  I'll have to post those pictures to recoup the
money you owe me.  Lift up so we can finish this before Tim gets here."

   Gertrude was about to do something that disgusted Rachael, and as much
as she wanted to stop Gertrude, it seemed like she no longer had a choice.
Her only option appeared to be getting this over with as quickly as
possible before Tim arrived.  How could she have been so gullible as to
move in with Gertrude in the first place without knowing anything about
her? She made one last plea: "Please don't do that to me again."

   It seemed like the second she reluctantly raised her butt, Gertrude
yanked both her jeans and panties from her hips and down her thighs as
swiftly as the tablecloth trick.  Rolled together around her ankles,
Gertrude hastily pulled the wad of clothing over each of Rachael's sneakers
and completely off.  Rachael slouched in the couch nude from the waist down
with her blouse hanging open and bra falling loose.

   Gertrude's paws ran freely up Rachael's smooth stomach, underneath her
bra, and fondled her perky tits, undeterred by the feeble efforts of
Rachael's sore, defeated hands.  She softly pinched Rachael's nipples to
erection while making a path of kisses across the side of Rachael's face,
her hot breath tickling as she reached Rachael's ear.  "You feel so nice.
Open your legs.  I'm going to make you cum for me now."

   Rachael did not want to do that.  Not only was it disgusting with a
woman and immoral, it seemed like the ultimate betrayal of Tim.

   "Open your legs." Gertrude repeated in a louder voice that simmered with
irritation.

   Things were different last night because she was drunk.  Rachael could
not go through with this now.  It was so perverted and gross.  What would
her parents and family think if they ever found out?  How would Tim feel if
he ever knew?  Rachael began to cry.

   "I can't."

   "It's not like you haven't done this before.  I don't want to hurt you.
Open your legs now, Rachael, or the pictures get posted online."

   "Please stop." Rachael squeezed her eyes shut wishing this all away and
parted her legs slightly.

   Gertrude reached between Rachael's separated knees and roughly shoved
them further apart as if she was prying open a nut she managed to crack. 
She licked her lips and smacked them together gazing at the precious flower
she finally uncovered.  With a pillow she pulled off the couch, she kneeled
on the floor wedged between Rachael's opened legs, preparing for a long
session.  She had perfected her technique to an art and all great art
required time and patience to complete.  Gertrude readied to make the cold
little bitch warm up and give nectar.

   "Oh, you're so pretty," Gertrude cooed as she kissed her way down
Rachael's tummy, Rachael's belly button subtly rising and falling on gentle
waves formed as she nervously squirmed.  "Ooooooh, I'm going to make your
pussy feel so good.  You're going to love this when I get through with
you."

   How could Gertrude say that?  There was no way Rachael would ever enjoy
what Gertrude was doing to her.

   Gertrude was drunk with Rachael's beauty.  The sweet scent of lavender
from scented soap Rachael used when showering earlier entered her nostrils.
She separated Rachael's delicate pedals and resumed kissing her
small-unstimulated clitoris.  Over again Gertrude kept softly sucking
Rachael's prepuce into her mouth and releasing it.  "Mmm, uh-huh." She
nudged it back and forth with her tongue, as if gently waking it from a
peaceful slumber.

   Rachael panted watching the ceiling fan slowly turn above them, its
speed constant and unfazed by events below it.  In frustration, she brought
the back of her hand to her forehead feeling her body responding to
Gertrude.  "No, please don't.  Not there, oooooh."

   Rachael's clitoris and vaginal lips slowly answered Gertrude's prodding,
growing fuller and warmer - engorging with the rush of life-giving blood
flowing to them.  Her pelvis undulated briefly.  Rachael cursed herself for
stupidly moving in with Gertrude and allowing this to happen.  It was no
longer an isolated incident, no longer the result of drunken indiscretion,
and she could not take it for three more weeks.  She needed to find $900
soon and somehow convince Gertrude to delete every one of those pictures.
"Ooooh, I can't uh-huh."

   "Oh, does that feel good?" Gertrude holding Rachael's pussy open
discovered another tender spot and just the right technique to exploit
beneath Rachael's clitoris.  This was how she operated with reluctant
heterosexual partners - mining their weaknesses and indulging them to
fruition.

   Rachael refused to reply, but her moans and body language answered
Gertrude clearly, "Mm-hmm, please no, ooh, stop it, ah, uh-huh."

   In their cacophony of moans and mewls, Rachael thought she heard her
phone receive a text message, but she was uncertain and too preoccupied
with the feeling from her pussy to be concerned.  It was sickening and
immoral, yet Gertrude was slowly making her like it.

   "Oh, yea that feels so good.  I'm going to make your pussy cum, uh-huh."

   Rachael was drowning in waves of euphoria she could not stop.  She knew
it was wrong, but her pussy felt as good as Gertrude kept saying - one
orgasm after another washing over her...

   The ceiling fan hanging above them maintained its steady pace as
Gertrude finished.  "That wasn't so bad, now was it, baby?"

   Rachael's mouth hung open unable to answer as she caught her breath, a
wisp of golden-brown hair falling in her face, her legs still spread widely
apart and a dreamy look in her eyes staring down at Gertrude.  She never
knew she could orgasm so intensely and so much.  Gertrude rose from between
her thighs like a gynecologist finishing a pelvic exam, and unexpectedly
kissed her on the lips.  "Thank you, baby, we're all done for now."

   Rachael turned her face away from the nasty kiss too late, and then
could not stop her tongue from investigating how her pussy tasted, licking
the silky residue from her lips, the flavor not disagreeable and somewhat
intriguing.

   Gertrude's tongue circled her own lips, cleaning Rachael's pussy juice
off them.  She wiped her chin and mouth dry with the back of her hand,
assumed the dignified posture of a ballerina and sashayed to her bar for a
glass of water.

   Rachael sat up and gathered her clothes Gertrude left by her feet, her
phone almost falling from her jeans' pocket as she removed her panties from
the twisted garments.  Tim texted her two hours ago and said he would be by
after work - which was now!  Rachael realized Gertrude had been doing her
for over two hours.

   The doorbell chimed.

   "Oh my God, that's Tim; he's here now!"

   Half nude in sneakers, with her shirt flying open and bra dangling
loosely, Rachael scrambled to her bedroom, slamming her door shut behind
her.  In haste, she accidentally dropped her panties next to the sofa.

   Gertrude saw the sexy pink bikini style panties made of silk - the ones
she had taken off Rachael a short time ago - fall and said nothing.  She
went to the door and invited Tim inside with the panties on the floor -
next to the couch where Gertrude had just finished eating his girlfriend's
sweet little pussy out for a third time.  The couch still radiated
Rachael's body heat and displayed a small streak of her vaginal fluid on
its leather.

   Gertrude walked Tim inside and sat him in the very spot where she
performed oral sex on his fiancée a few minutes ago.

   A smile illuminating her face, Gertrude stood in front of Tim.  "It's
nice to see you again.  So, Rachael told me the good news and showed me the
ring - congratulations."

   "Thanks, Gertrude - how have you been?"

   Gertrude's smile grew even bigger.  "Oh, not as good as you, I'm afraid.
You're the lucky one here finding a gorgeous girl like Rachael and marrying
her.  I'm too busy with work and making money.  Can I get you something to
drink?  Rachael is in her room and should be out in a minute."

   "I'll have a glass of water, thanks."

   "Are you sure you wouldn't like something stronger - beer, wine -
booze?"

   "You know, it was a long day at work.  I'll have a beer if you don't
mind.  Thank you."

   Rachael came in the living room and saw her missing panties by Tim's
foot as he chatted with Gertrude seemingly unaware of their presence.  They
stood out to Rachael like emergency lights on a police car at night,
alerting the world to her infidelity.  The pink color contrasted loudly
against the living room's grey porcelain tile and screamed of this solitary
infraction of untidiness in Gertrude's otherwise immaculately neat and
clean house.  Happy to see him, Rachael still needed to force a smile given
the circumstances.

   Tim rose and Rachael fell into his arms, guilt washing over her.  She
looked different tonight, her hair somewhat mussed gave her a wild and
exciting appearance, Tim thought.  They kissed on the lips and she put the
side of her head against his chest hearing his heartbeat.  She felt safety
in his embrace and wished she could stay in it forever.

   "I'm glad you came to see me." Rachael looked over Tim's shoulder
reluctant to relinquish their hug, and saw Gertrude smirking.  She let go
of him and picked up her panties on the floor, furtively sticking them in
her pocket.

   "How did those get there?" Gertrude wondered aloud with conceit in her
voice.

   "I must have dropped them doing laundry earlier," Rachael explained
dryly.

   "Does she lose her panties often?"

   Rachael's sheepish titter went unnoticed by Tim chortling at Gertrude's
quip.

   "She's been misplacing things a lot around here since you've proposed,
Tim.  It must be love.  Where did you finally find your phone, Rachael?"

   "In the couch."

   Gertrude's stinging taunts went unrecognized by Tim, even though they
came at his expense as well as Rachael's.  Gertrude had taken her without
him having a clue.  Rachael wanted to leave and get as far away from
Gertrude as possible.  "Where are we going tonight?"

   "Didn't you get my text?  I thought we could stay here tonight and watch
a pay per view on TV or something." He did not have much money after their
extravagant dinner last night.

   "Oh, yea I guess." Between a bad hangover in the morning and oral sex
from Gertrude in the afternoon, Rachael neglected to read all her messages.

   "You can watch the big TV here in the living room with me if you want,"
Gertrude offered.

   "Let's go in my room." Her eyes made momentary contact with Gertrude as
she led Tim by the hand.

   A colorful matryoshka doll sat beside an array of perfumes and cosmetics
on the oak chiffonier, and behind these items a mirror showing Tim's and
Rachael's reflections as they entered her bedroom.  The sweet fragrances of
a young girl had replaced the smell of fresh paint Tim had noticed his
first time here.  The room no longer appeared empty.  A stack of thick
college textbooks rose from the floor beside her messy bed - the bed she
missed sleeping in the previous night - where she lied while doing much of
her studying, and a thin 32-inch TV hugged the wall.

   Tim stood for a moment and watched her lithely hop on the bed and sit
cross-legged as if practicing yoga.  She looked back at him and tapped her
hand on the spot beside her.  "Come sit with me."

   He sat beside her.  "What do you want to watch?"

   Rachael looked into Tim's hazel eyes.  Maybe she could wash away what
Gertrude did to her with his kisses.  Her lips parted and met his.  Their
tongues flirted with each other.  She lied down, he followed, and her arms
reached around his back embracing him as his tall, thin body pressed her
into the mattress.  "Let's kiss first."

   Gertrude sat alone at her bar and poured herself a glass of Crown Royal
as the two made out in Rachael's bedroom.  She watched the ice in her
tumbler turn to water as it met the amber whisky, forming wavy lines as the
two substances mixed similar to those that appear above a hot grill or
asphalt.  She took her first gulp and felt warmth from the alcohol flow
through her veins.  Rachael could have her fun with Tim now, but she would
have her way with Rachael again later.

   Tim fondled Rachael's perky breasts as they kissed.  His hands roamed
her body wanting to visit all of it.

   Rachael felt his hardness pushing against his clothes as if trying to
escape them to get inside her.  "Mmmh," she moaned.  Her father's warning
came to mind - `boys only want what they can't have'.  She desired Tim
inside her, but not now - not with Gertrude's taint still on her from a
short while ago and not with Gertrude's name tattooed along with a
butterfly right above Rachael's pussy, as if the sick dyke had branded her.


   Rachael felt the need to shower again and thoroughly cleanse whatever
residue remained on her privates from Gertrude's mouth.  Her thoughts went
back to Tim and unzipping his pants, releasing his cock from captivity and
just playing with it.  However, even that would be too dangerous and things
might get out of hand.  She could not risk him seeing the tattoo.  She
stayed with safely rubbing the bulge in his pants, palming his cock through
the fabric.

   Her touch was too much.  Tim's breathing accelerated.  He tried
controlling his urge, but within minutes, Rachael felt his cock throbbing.

   An embarrassing wet spot formed on Tim's pants.  "I'm sorry, Rachael. 
Can I use your bathroom to clean up?"

   Rachael felt more than just a little disappointment.  They had just
started and it was over.  She sat in her bed cross-legged waiting for Tim's
return and noticed how her matryoshka doll's painted eyes seemed to stare
at her.  Her best friend in high school who went to Russia gave it to her
as a gift a few years ago and Rachael treasured it.  Rachael needed to ask
Tim for something before he left.

   Tim returned with his shirt untucked in an unsuccessful attempt to
conceal the embarrassing wet spot.  He sat next to Rachael on the edge of
the bed.  "I guess I better go home and change."

   "Tim, I hate to ask, but do you have any money I can borrow until next
month?"

   "Of course Rachael.  Anything I have is yours.  How much do you need?"

   Rachael looked down.  It was a stupid request.  She knew Tim did not
have that kind of money lying around, and even if he did, there was no
guarantee Gertrude would relinquish the photos of her.  "About $900."

   "I'm sorry I didn't hear you Rachael."

   Rachael looked up.  The concern in Tim's face made her quickly conceal
her own worries.  "It's nothing - never mind," she replied with a confident
sparkle, but Tim thought he had glimpsed at something troubling her.

   "No, Rachael, how much money do you need - tell me?"

   "Really Tim, it's no big deal.  I owe Gertrude about $900.  She asked
for the money back early if possible for some business investment she's
making; but she said she could wait.  I should get my scholarship funds the
beginning of next month and I'll pay her then."

   "Will $200 help?  I get paid next Friday."

   Rachael knew Tim did not make much more than that each week and his
devotion to her was touching.  She did not know if $200 would buy her any
reprieve from Gertrude, but doubted it.  "Don't worry about it.  Probably
not but I'll ask her."

   Gertrude sat on the sofa finishing her second drink when Rachael and Tim
emerged from Rachael's bedroom.  She saw the wet stain on Tim's pants as
she placed her emptied tumbler on the coffee table.  She swallowed her
laughter, but it kept coming back up like a persistent vomit.  "Leaving so
soon, hee-hee?" She accidentally inhaled wrong and started choking.

   Rachael smirked at Gertrude's snide comment, took delight as she choked
on her words, and without replying escorted Tim outside.

   The western sky echoed what remained of the day in brilliant orange with
the sun now beyond the horizon.  As Tim opened his car door Rachael wrapped
her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss goodnight.  "When will I
see you again?" she asked.

   "Hopefully before next week." The rusty hinge let out a loud squeak when
he pulled the door shut.  He rolled down the window.  "I love you Rachael."

   "I love you too," Rachael replied while he backed out of Gertrude's
driveway.  Tim stepped on the gas and the car's tailpipe belched a puff of
grey smoke as he drove away.

   The twilight was a funeral for the end of another day, the moon and
stars appearing in the heavens to pay their last respects to the departed
sun.  Rachael deeply inhaled the evening's warm summer air, feeling it fill
her lungs, and prepared to face the situation she dreaded more than any
funeral.

   Gertrude still sat on the sofa with her empty tumbler on the coffee
table in front of her when Rachael returned.

   "Well I must say that was a short pay per view.  What did you guys end
up watching?"

   "Why don't you pour yourself another drink?"

   "Maybe later, but let's get something to eat first.  I know a great
place I think you'll really like."

   The last thing Rachael wanted was to go somewhere with Gertrude - well
maybe not the last thing, but close to it.  "No thanks, I think I'll make
some dinner and go to bed."

   "I guess we can stay home.  We can do something fun together here
tonight if you prefer.  Are you sure you don't want to go out for a little
while instead?"

   The choice sounded like an ultimatum or veiled threat to Rachael. 
Staying home might prove worse than going out with her if by having fun
together Gertrude meant what she did to Rachael last night and earlier
today.  Perhaps by the time they returned the nasty dyke would feel too
tired for sex.  "Okay, I guess you talked me into it."

   They raced along the streets in Gertrude's Mercedes convertible, a blur
of city lights passing by Rachael's window, the car's newness and its soft
leather seats seducing her while piano played the gentle notes of Claude
Debussy's Clair de Lune.  The melody took Rachael on a separate journey. 
Gertrude never said where they were going and Rachael did not care.

   The music solicited a similar response in Gertrude but with deeper
interpretation.  It brought her thoughts to the fleeting nature of youth,
beauty, love and life, its endless repetition, and the expression of this
theme in great music and art, capturing forever what is temporary yet
eternal.  They were young, beautiful and alive.  Slightly older than
Rachael, Gertrude appreciated the momentary place they now occupied so many
artists strived to portray in their works.  Gertrude found herself wanting
Rachael to love her, which meant she was falling in love with Rachael.  "Do
you recognize this music?"

   Anger filled Rachael with burning hate for Gertrude, but she was in no
position to confront her.  As much as she disliked engaging in any
conversation with her, the fact remained that Gertrude possessed those
damning pictures, which gave her power over Rachael.  "Just because I'm 21
doesn't mean I'm ignorant.  Isn't this Debussy - Clair de Lune?"

   Rachael's familiarity with the song surprised Gertrude.  Most girls her
age or even Gertrude's age for that matter, would have no idea about
Debussy or Clair de Lune.

   "Do you like it?"

   "It's very lovely - there's a certain je ne sais quoi about it."

   Gertrude chuckled at Rachael's response - she was as intelligent as she
was beautiful.  Not many 21-year-old girls used expressions like `je ne
sais quoi' in conversation.  "Yes, and very well put, but I would say it
summons the memory of some magical, romantic moonlit night - almost
dreamlike - and the longing to recapture it again."

   Rachael grew more uncomfortable, became quiet again with Gertrude's
mention of romance and stared out her window, then softly continued, "I
danced to it in ballet once."

   Gertrude found much about Rachael desirable since they first met, but
how did she never recognize the previous ballet training from her
deportment?  "Really?  I was in ballet too.  Do you still dance?"

   "Sometimes, but I injured my ankle when I was 16 and that ended my
potential career as a ballerina."

   "That's too bad.  I just never had the flexibility and hyperextended
knees the ballet companies seek in their principal ballerinas, and I didn't
want to make $15K a year in the corps de ballet and have to work two jobs."


   As suddenly as their conversation began, it ended and the silence
resumed until they reached their destination.

   Seated by a window in a small dimly lit café overlooking the river in
the heart of downtown, Rachael watched the outline of a boat slowly pass by
outside - red and green lights glowing on its bow, and a tall white light
on its stern.

   Gertrude put her menu down and looked at Rachael, "What would you like?"


   The air filled with random conversations and the clatter of silverware
and plates, Rachael's stare remained stubbornly fixed on the boat, "I'll
just have water."

   "Come on Rachael, don't be this way.  You haven't eaten since yesterday.
I know you must be hungry.  Let's have a drink and then you can decide."

   After yesterday evening, Rachael never wanted drinks again, especially
with Gertrude, "No thank you."

   A thin attractive girl around Rachael's age came to take their order. 
Gertrude noticed the girl.  Under different circumstances, she would have
hit on her, perhaps even suggested a threesome with Rachael, but presently
Gertrude had her hands full just trying to win Rachael over.

   "I'll take a Crown on the rocks and my friend will have a glass of your
best Merlot.  We haven't decided on dinner yet."

   Rachael finally broke her stare at the boat.  "I said I wanted water."

   "And a water."

   The server left to fetch their drinks.  "I'm not drinking with you,
Gertrude.  I want you to delete those pictures."

   "I'm not going to delete them with you treating me this way.  The least
you can do is have a drink and speak with me.  Why are you being this way?"

   Rachael's eyes darted around the room, her lips pursed and she leaned
forward so other patrons would not hear her.  "You're joking, right? 
You're blackmailing me into having sex with you and you want to know why
we're not friends?"

   Rachael became silent and leaned back in her chair while the server put
their drinks on the table.  "Have you guys decided on anything yet?"

   "I think we'll have drinks first and order in a little while.  Come back
and check on us," Gertrude answered.

   "I like you Rachael, but I'm not deleting those pictures until I'm
ready. You're the one who posed for them."

   "That's not fair and you know it.  You took advantage of me."

   "Who said life is fair?  It's not, and if you want to get anywhere you
need to take advantage of opportunities when they arise, even if that means
exploiting someone else."

   Rachael glared at Gertrude and shook her head.  "You're really ruthless,
aren't you?"

   "Only if I need to be, now have some wine.  It's not going to change
things by sitting there pouting; your circumstances can only improve by
getting on my good side.  I've already got everything and you've got
nothing to lose."

   In a pathetic way, Gertrude made a little bit of sense to Rachael.  What
did she really have to lose at this point?  Rachael lacked experience with
hangovers because she seldom drank to inebriation, and having just
recovered from one, she was determined not to have another.  But a glass or
two of wine to improve her dismal mood seemed reasonable as long as she did
not polish off an entire bottle like last night.  She let out a sigh of
temporary surrender and took the long stemmed wine glass between her
fingers.

   Gertrude's tumbler met Rachael's wine glass with a cling.  "That's
better - cheers."

   The toast seemed ironic to Rachael with little to be cheerful about, but
after her second glass of Merlot, her mood lightened and she decided to try
the lobster salad with greens and vinaigrette for dinner, which turned out
to be an excellent choice.

   **************

   Rachael's lightened mood was short lived and departed when they arrived
home later that evening.  The distant din of city traffic a few blocks away
reached them as she waited on Gertrude fumbling through her purse for keys.
The porch light by the front door shined dimly through its fixture of brass
and smoked glass fastened to brick, and an assortment of small flying
insects unsuccessfully smashed into it as if undeterred in trying to obtain
the unobtainable.  Gertrude slipped her key into the lock.

   "Would you like something before we go to bed?" Gertrude asked as she
opened the door for Rachael and waited for her to proceed.

   Strangely, she had actually enjoyed conversation with Gertrude when it
drifted to lighter topics, but the darker issue Rachael faced always
lingered in the background and she now confronted it again.  Under
different circumstances, they could have been friends, Rachael thought.

   "No thanks."

   Rachael made her toilet, quietly went to her bedroom and closed the
door, hopeful that Gertrude was too tired for sex.  Wearing bikini cut
briefs and a long white t-shirt, she slipped under her cool bed sheets,
exhausted from the day's woes and eager to escape them temporarily through
sleep.

   When Gertrude finished bathing in her master bath, the house was quiet.
She stood topless wearing only panties in her deserted living room with her
short brown hair, turned jet-black from dampness and combed back, reaching
behind her bottom jaw as she glimpsed the sliver of light beneath Rachael's
door turn dark.

   Rachael had closed her eyes to the darkness when she heard the cry of
rusty hinges and saw the silhouette of Gertrude standing in her doorway. 
The shadowy figure approached.  "You know you're not sleeping in here
anymore - now come sleep with me in my room."

   Rachael rolled on her side away from Gertrude.  "Please, just leave me
alone."

   "I wonder which one of your lovely pictures I should upload tonight."

   "Fine!" Rachael barked, angrily throwing the sheets off, hoping out of
bed, and marching to Gertrude's room, a wicked grin appearing on Gertrude's
face as she passed.

   The Gustave Courbet oil painting of Le Sommiel greeted Rachael in
Gertrude's bedroom like an advertisement of what waited.  Gertrude crept up
behind her and softly placed her hand on Rachael's shoulder as Rachael
studied the artwork.

   "It's beautiful, isn't it?  Gertrude asked.

   Rachael silently nodded as she stared at the painting.

   "Let me help you with this." Gertrude pulled the bottom of Rachael's
oversized t-shirt up.

   "Can we just lie together tonight and sleep?  I don't want you doing
that to me again.  I'm tired," Rachael whined exhausted with no fight left
in her.

   Gertrude did not answer.  There was no need distressing her more than
necessary; but a few good orgasms were really going to help Rachael sleep
better, she thought.  She bunched a crop of Rachael's silky golden-brown
hair in her hand and lifted the collar of the t-shirt over Rachael's head.
She turned Rachael around and slid the t-shirt off her arms.  They faced
each other topless, part of Rachael's new tattoo Gertrude gave her peaking
around the edge of her panties.

   Gertrude was attractive with her light olive skin, dark brown hair, and
almost black eyes.  She was slender and toned with breasts and hips that
gently curved in lovely female form.  Her small light brown nipples stuck
out toward Rachael as her hands slid down the sides of Rachael's hips and
inside her panties.

   "You won't need these tonight; they'll just get in our way."

   Gertrude began slipping Rachael's panties off.

   "Don't make me do that again," Rachael pleaded, her panties slowly
descending lower until around her ankles when Gertrude guided her feet out
of them.

   Gertrude ran her fingers over the smooth skin that displayed Rachael's
new tattoo.  "Look at how pretty it is with my name and a butterfly right
near your cute little pussy."

   She hated Gertrude touching her and loathed the tattoo.  The tattoo made
her feel like some sort of bi-sexual or lesbian tramp, which she was not.
Rachael thought sex with another woman - even a beautiful one like Gertrude
- was perverted, repulsive and wrong.  She was not homosexual or bi.  She
detested everything about lesbianism and disliked being unfaithful to Tim,
yet she had no choice but to participate.

   In bed, Gertrude wrapped her arm around Rachael, cupped her breast and
softly kissed up her neck.  "Oh, you're so gorgeous." Her fingers played
with Rachael's nipple making it harden.

   Rachael's eyes stared nervously at the ceiling.  Gertrude's hot breath
touched her ear and whispered, "Relax, it's not that bad."

   But it was bad and she saw no end to it unless they reached some kind of
agreement.  How could she get Gertrude to relinquish all those hideous
photos?

   "What do I need to do for you to delete all my pictures?"

   Gertrude's kisses in Rachael's ear stopped and she raised her head off
their shared pillow propping herself up on her elbow and looking into
Rachael's limpid blue eyes.  "It's too late for discussing that tonight
Rachael, but I'll tell you what.  Be a good girl, let me eat your pussy now
without any hassle, and maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.  Okay?"

   A big, beautiful smile raised Gertrude's lips and revealed her perfect
white teeth, Rachael peering into her deep brown eyes that seemed as dark
as a bottomless sea looking back into hers.

   Rachael lied quietly without replying, Gertrude's kisses now landing on
her breasts.

   Gertrude lingered sucking on each of Racheal's tits, the pale pink
nipples responding by stiffening in her mouth.  "Mmm, these are so nice."

   She eventually resumed her trail of kisses lower, past Rachael's belly
button.  Her hand reached down between Rachael's locked thighs.  "Remember,
no hassles.  Open up for me and we'll talk about those pictures tomorrow."

   After a moment's hesitation, Rachael relaxed her muscles.

   "That's a good girl," Gertrude said easing Rachael's thigh open.

   With the gates open, the trail of Gertrude's kisses recommenced just
below Rachael's belly button, like an advancing army marching toward a
defeated capitol.  "Oh, your pussy is going to feel so good." She reached
Rachael's tattoo and kissed it repeatedly, tormentingly close to Rachael's
vagina.

   Rachael felt Gertrude's hot breath on her sex.

   "I'm going to make you cum now."

   She wanted to push Gertrude away and scream "no!" However, those
horrible pictures shackled her wrists and gaged her mouth, forced her into
silent appeasement and into experiencing these perversions without even
alcohol attenuating their severity.  Rachael felt Gertrude separating her
sensitive pedals.  Her eyes squeezed shut in shame and disgust while
Gertrude began licking her pussy.

   "Oh, yes, it's so beautiful and it tastes so good, uh-huh," Gertrude
commented.  Gertrude's tongue played with Rachael's clitoral hood.  It was
her weak spot.

   "Please don't - not there." Rachael did not want her body enjoying this.

   "Uh-huh, right here," Gertrude moaned gently sucking Rachael's clitoris
into her mouth, releasing it and sucking it back in her mouth again, making
it fuller and more aroused each time.  "Mmmmm."

   Rachael's instincts screamed louder to fight back - to snap her legs
shut, shove Gertrude away, and end this violation.  Forced to ignore her
impulses, Rachael felt like a traitor remaining idle while watching her
homeland invaded as she permitted Gertrude's conquest - Gertrude physically
accessing the very core of her sexuality, expertly working it, taking it
over.  Her spirit defeated, Rachael's body slowly warmed to its homosexual
conqueror.

   Gertrude's finger entered Rachael's pussy and traced along its front
wall.

   "No, don't," she gasped, feeling Gertrude's finger probing her.

   "Ooh, you're getting wet."

   "No, please don't make me do this again," she cried.

   Gertrude's finger found the patch of bumpy, ridged tissue it was seeking
inside Rachael. .  "Oh, there it is.  I found your spot."

   While Gertrude's fingers began firmly rubbing Rachael's g-spot, her
mouth and thumb took turns playing with Rachael's clitoris.

   Rachael had despised Gertrude's intimate touch, but found her disgust
slipping away, her body melting for Gertrude, her thoughts of Tim fleeting.


   A dreamy look appeared in Rachael's half-closed eyes, her back arching.

   "Oh, yes it feels so good," Gertrude cooed to her.

   "Ah, nah," Rachael babbled before bringing her fist to her mouth and
biting her knuckle.  She could not take this anymore, her pelvis responding
to Gertrude by starting a dance of love and making small graceful coital
motions.  It was too late for Rachael - she had let Gertrude access her
switch and Gertrude flicked it on.  She desperately wished for the reaction
in her body to stop, but Gertrude now mercilessly manipulated Rachael's
most sensitive part with her fingers.

   "Stop it," Rachael cried.  She felt like she had to pee, but Gertrude's
fingers kept stubbornly stroking inside her, the front wall of her pussy
becoming spongier to Gertrude's tenacious massage.

   Gertrude decided to take a weeks vacation to spend with Rachael.

   Rachael woke in Gertrude's embrace.  They were both nude in Gertrude's
room where Rachael had slept every night for the past week.  Rather than
the usual sunlight that managed to sneak through the blinds, the windows
appeared dark and the room colorless this morning.  The distant rumble of
thunder grew louder causing the windows to vibrate.  Gertrude had performed
oral sex on her last night and she would insist on doing it again when she
woke.  It had become both an evening and a morning ritual for them - like
brushing one's teeth - sometimes occurring in the afternoon as well if
Gertrude was home from work.

   , but Rachael was slowly growing use to the act and losing her revulsion
toward it.



   her.tenaciously massaged would not stop.  The firm massage to"Relax,
it's going to be fine." Gertrude would not stop massaging her g-spot and
stimulating her clitoris.





   She had always been in control yet was now powerless to stop Gertrude
kissed her way past Rachael's tits, tired of fighting today.  Even though
this was disgusting and she did not want to let Gertrude do it,

   You can start by warming up and not trying to stop me from going down on
you when I want.  She needed some type of agreement with Gertrude to
destroy those pictures or this would continue indefinitely.

   "I'm not sleeping with you unless you delete my pictures?"

   "You're not getting off that cheaply, Rachael."

   "Then this will never stop.  What's in this for For every week that you
willingly let me have you whenever I want, I'll delete three pictures of
your choosing."

   There were 21 pictures which meant seven weeks - almost two entire
months!  Rachael could not wait that long.

   "Six pictures of my choosing."

   "You're not in any position to bargain.  You still owe me rent and your
share of expenses.  Three pictures take it or leave it." or if this would
be a permanent situation.  Her lips went to Rachael's other nipple and she
gently sucked it into her mouth.



   She looked right into Gertrude's deep brown eyes that seemed as dark as
a bottomless sea looking back into hers.  She realized they were both naked
and in bed together.











   and I will delete the pictures if

   Gertrude ignored "Do you think our server is pretty?"







   .

   paintingthings and love repeated throughout the ages between people The
two young women It did not matter to Rachael where they were going and
Gertrude did not tell her.  They arrived at an She had not bothered asking
Gertrude where they were going.

   had trying to contain the hilarity from bursting out of her like trying
to prevent an explosion.



   She dove in



   Like trying to ice skate up hill.

   Indoctrinating Recruit

   Orientation Proselytize





   Look at the treat I have for us." Gertrude

   Rachael's terms were moot.  Gertrude decided when to stop and Rachael
had little say in the matter until she could pay the money she owed her.

   Gertrude made Rachael very wet.  Her fingers held Rachael's labia
stretched open while she slowly inserted the huge black silicone dildo she
had retrieved earlier into Rachael's tight pussy.

   "Ow, that hurts.  What are you doing?" Rachael complained, unaware of
the thick, 13-inch dong Gertrude began using.  Rachael started to sit up,
but Gertrude's hand on her chest pushed her back down.

   "Try to relax and it will start feeling better soon." Gertrude promised.
She backed the dildo out some and inserted it a little further while going
down on Rachael's clit again.  No man would ever satisfy Rachael once
Gertrude finished with her.

   Rachael's fingers went through Gertrude's soft black hair as Gertrude
continued cunnilingus on her.  Gertrude managed getting the entire 13-inch
dong inside Rachael's tiny pussy and now steadily worked it in and out. 
Rachael's labia stretched around the huge black dong that kept filling her.
With eyes closed, Rachael listened to the perversions Gertrude seemed
intent on repeating: "Pussy is nicer than cock..." "Cock is ugly; pussy is
beautiful..." "Women know how to pleasure other women..." "Women are better
lovers..." "Oral sex with women feels better than intercourse with men..."
The litany went on.

   as if suddenly interrupted from a dream.  She looked right into
Gertrude's deep brown eyes that seemed as dark as a bottomless sea looking
back into hers.  She realized they were both naked and in bed together.

   Je ne sais quoi