Chapter 180

     For days following her afternoon in bed with Mavis,
Laura had a case of butterflies in her stomach.  She had
felt the same thing with Charise at first, and a few others.
It was her sense of unbelievable good luck that brought the
butterflies, as well as her continued astonishment at how
easily it had all happened.

     She knew she was daffy to fall in love with these
wonderful girls so easily, but she couldn't stop herself.
She thought about Mavis all the time, and two days later she
even took off work two hours early so that they could spend
the afternoon doing what they loved to do best with each
other.  After some exhausting fucking and several more
orgasms than their first time, they were both in seventh
heaven.

     And so she was not too thrilled when she was forced to
fly out for the weekend to a company-sponsored event in
Chicago.  However, the event grew more interesting when she
realized that Rhonda was there, accompanied by her recent
inamorata, Stevie Archer.  There was a reception at an
elegant hotel on Saturday evening, and Laura was required to
attend.

     Several men tried very hard to attach themselves to
her, but she managed to elude most of them.  She ran into
Rhonda near the bar, also trying to avoid a man.  She and
Rhonda were both beautiful, which made it easier for them to
conceal their true desires.  Rhonda got away herself from
the desperate lecher who was occupying her attention by
using Laura as an excuse.

     "How are you, dear?" she said to Laura.  "Thank god you
got there when you did.  That creep wants to take me to
Venice.  I guess he thinks I'll diddle his little weenie if
he does."

     "Little does he know."

     "Right."

     Rhonda looked Laura up and down, and Laura returned the
favor.  Though they were competitors, they had slept
together and scorched the bed.

      "You're looking gorgeous," Rhonda said.  "Earlene
hasn't sent you up in flames yet."

     "On the contrary," Laura smiled.  "We've gone into melt
down several times.  I can't thank you enough."

     Rhonda made a long face.  "You are such a pervert.  You
and she.  Do you really do what she wants you to do?"

     "You mean-"

     Rhonda shook her head.  "Don't even say it.  I could
never do that.  It's so sick.  You're a pervert, Laura.  She
does have a smashing body, though, don't you think?  If only
she weren't so twisted."

       "Maybe you should try twisting a little," Laura
smirked.

     "Never."
     "Somebody told me Stevie Archer is here," Laura said,
with a significant lilt in her voice.  "I suppose you didn't
come together."
     "Actually," Rhonda whispered, "we did, but we had to
make it look like we didn't.  We're really staying upstairs
in the same suite."  Her eyes rolled up dramatically.  "God,
the girl is heaven, Laura.  Heaven!"
     "Where is she?"
    "Doing the same thing you and I are doing.  Fighting
off the men.  She's over there."

    Laura looked across the room.  A gorgeous young black
woman with auburn hair was laughing, tossing her head,
flirting, and acting the perfect coquette with about five
men, white and black, who were hanging on her every word.
Watching them, Laura was amused.  She is very beautiful.
And all those guys have probably seen her naked in the pages
of Playboy.  And of course Rhonda has, since she's been
fucking her for about two or three months.

     I'm the only one who hasn't seen her naked.

     "Are you going to introduce me?" she asked Rhonda.
                              
     Rhonda looked suddenly vulnerable.  "I really love her,
Laura.  I don't want you sleeping with her."

     "Who ever said anything about that?" Laura frowned.
"Perish the thought.  Anyway, don't you trust her?"

     "I . . . don't know."

    "Of course I won't," Laura vowed, knowing it was next
to impossible anyway.  "Our friendship is worth more  than
that."

     Rhonda almost sighed visibly with relief.  "Oh, I'm so
glad to hear you say that.  Look, be a dear, I have to go
carry out these program duties.  I'm in charge.  Just watch
her, okay, and make sure one of those men doesn't steal her
from me."

     "Okay," Laura smiled, wondering how she would
accomplish that.

     Rhonda was pathetic.  She reminded Laura of herself,
how easily she fell for certain girls, and how vulnerable
she felt, how jealous.  And as she watched the vivacious
Stevie Archer flirting with all her male admirers, she knew
exactly how Rhonda felt.  Stevie was beautiful; she was a
shameless flirt.  She was totally, utterly desirable.

     Laura sidled over to the group, and after a while she
got an opportunity to introduce herself as Rhonda's friend.
When she said it, she could see a flicker of interested
recognition in Stevie's dark eyes.  She was questioning
Laura: a friend of Rhonda's?  Are you one too?  Do you find
me fetching?  Would you be good in bed?  Better than she is,
maybe?

     "I don't want to drag you away from all your admirers,"
Laura said, half-satirically, since she knew Stevie was
thoroughly enjoying it.
     "Oh, be serious," Stevie said, grabbing Laura's elbow
and steering her away quickly, distancing them both from the
crowd of men.  "Can you believe the way these guys act?
Just because I was once in Playboy?  I have a degree in
marketing, did you know that?"
     Laura smiled.  "No . . . I didn't."
    "I'm not just a stupid airhead.  You'd think I was as
smart as a box of rocks from the way those guys fawn over
me.  Only women ever take me seriously.  You're a friend of
Rhonda's?  She never told me about you.  I can see why.
You're stunning.  You look like that Victoria's Secret
model."
     "Thanks.  Not as stunning as you."
     Stevie smiled, not denying it.  She wore an evening
gown that showed off a lot of her flawless black skin,
dipping low between her quite small breasts.  Laura didn't
know they let girls with such small breasts be Playmates.
But hers were probably exquisite, she thought.  The rest of
her certainly is.  I have to admire Rhonda's taste.
     She thought suddenly, happily, of Mavis's small
breasts, and her own.  Stevie Archer's were in between,
smaller, but only a little, than Laura's, but not as small
as Mavis's.  I'd love to compare them, Laura thought,
letting her eyes caress the smooth, velvet black skin of
Stevie's bare shoulders.  Maybe Rhonda had good reason to be
worried about me.
     Stevie looked around the room and the crowd
impatiently.  "Can't we get the fuck out of here?" she asked
querulously.  "I only came as a favor to Rhonda.  This is
the most boring evening of my life."
       "We could go somewhere and have a drink," Laura
suggested.

     "Up to our suite.  Rhonda's and mine.  That's an idea!
Away from all these creeps."

     "Maybe not.  Rhonda would get jealous."

      Stevie toyed with the idea.  "You're right.  She
would."

     "I'm staying across the street.  At the Embassy Suites.

We could go up there and have a drink."

     "To your room?"

     "If you like," Laura said evenly.

     "I'll get my coat."

     "Why don't you just leave it here?  We won't be long.
Then it doesn't look like any big deal, just bouncing across
the street for a drink and back again."



      Stevie smiled, almost conspiratorially.  "Right."
                              
                              
     There was electricity between them.  Laura couldn't
ignore it.  Across the street in her hotel room, they
ordered a bottle of champagne.  The waiter uncorked it for
them, and Stevie personally fastened the door chain behind
him as he left, making Laura feel butterflies in her stomach
again, and this time not for Mavis.

    She poured a glass for each of them.  They raised the
glasses and clinked them.

     "We have to make a toast," Laura said.

      "To the possibilities," Stevie suggested, with a
meaningful look.

     Laura felt a pulse leap in her neck. "To the
possibilities."

      After a few sips, Stevie asked, "So . . . did you
ever sleep with Rhonda?"

    "Oh no," Laura said immediately.  "We're . . . just,
you know, work friends."

      "She's very beautiful," Stevie added.  "Maybe you
just don't like . . . girls."

     Laura smiled and didn't say anything.  She reached out
one finger and drew an invisible line down Stevie's
incredibly smooth, black cheek, admiring her adorable,
glamorous baby face.  She let the finger slowly descend down
Stevie's long neck to her throat, then on down to the
expanse-you could hardly call it a cleavage-between Stevie's
breasts, hidden by two wide straps of her evening gown.

     Stevie's eyes followed the finger.

     "I was thinking across the street at the cocktail
reception that I was probably the only one who hadn't seen
you naked," Laura said softly.

      Stevie's eyes were murky now, glowing with sexual
excitement.  "Would you like to remedy that?"

     Laura nodded.

     Stevie slowly put down her champagne glass.  She began
to unsnap the evening dress's collar where it came together
behind her neck.  The two columns of cloth covered her
breasts, then were joined at the nape of her neck by the
snaps.

    "You know, I did a video when I was a Playmate," she
said softly, as if narrating her strip.  She looked
directly, deeply, into Laura's eyes.  "They taught me how to
do this."

     Slowly, the let the cloth drop.  But her breasts were
not naked.  She wore foam cones over them, which reminded
Laura of Brandi, who had also done this once.  Stevie
smiled, amused, as she saw the look on Laura's face.
Carefully, she peeled off one cup, revealing one exquisite
naked breast.  It was firm and upswept, with a small,
swelling black areola and a big thick nipple.

     Before removing the other cup, she caressed her naked
breast with her fingers, as if to call attention to its rare
beauty.  Then she removed the other foam cup in the same way
and caressed that breast too.  Her eyes darted to Laura's.

     "Do you like?"

     Laura nodded.  She watched as Stevie slowly removed the
rest of the dress.  She did it slowly, as she had been
taught, emphasizing the sensuality of it as more and more of
her naked body came into view.  Finally, she wore nothing
but her lacy white bikini panties and her earrings.

     She was, of course, spectacularly gorgeous.  Having
slept countless times with Lorrie Barnes, Laura knew that
they didn't pick you for a Playmate unless you were nearly
perfect.  Stevie, however, had a small mole about an inch
below the nipple on her right breast.  It was the only thing
about her that wasn't perfect, and even it seemed to be an
enchanting beauty mark, calling attention to the exquisite
perfection surrounding it.

     Stevie looked at Laura in a dangerous, smoldering way.
"If you don't join me, I'm going to feel like the only drunk
at a party," she said in a soft, smoky, alluring voice.

     Laura smiled.  Unable to take her eyes from Stevie's
naked body, she quickly undressed herself.  She knew from
the comments of others that she, though never having been a
Playmate, was certainly in the same league.  Her breasts,
though smallish, were even larger than Stevie's.

     She proudly unfastened her bra and let it slip off,
noticing Stevie's eyes widen as she glimpsed more and more
of Laura's body.  She crossed the couple feet or so
separating them before Laura was even finished.

     "If Rhonda never did sleep with you, then she was
missing a treat," she whispered, caressing Laura's cheek
with her fingers before her mouth met Laura's for the first
time.

     It was a deliciously long kiss, exploratory but tender
and sensitive.  They pressed their breasts together and ran
their hands all over each other's naked skin, their tongues
slithering and sliding together.  It lasted a long time, and
neither one wanted to stop, not as sometimes happened
because they were afraid to stop but because they couldn't
get enough.

     Laura let her lips slide down Stevie's smooth cheek to
her neck, kissing the smooth, dark column hungrily, then
sliding her lips up to one marvelous ear.  She slipped her
tongue into it, breathing into it too.  Stevie was suddenly
gripped by a sharp shiver.  She giggled softly deep in her
throat.

    "You're going to get me very aroused if you do that,"
she warned playfully.

     "I'm already aroused," Laura whispered.  "Care to join
me on this convenient bed?"
    They kissed again sensually.  Laura hooked her thumbs
under the elastic of Stevie's panties and began to inch them
down her thighs as they kissed.
     "I think you have something nasty in mind," Stevie
breathed against Laura's lips.

     "Mmmm, I do.  I have in mind sticking my tongue into
your darling Playmate pussy like this," Laura said, slipping
her tongue between Stevie's lips.
      Again Stevie shivered sharply.  She giggled again
too.

     "I won't do it unless you get naked too," she said,
kneeling and pulling Laura's dress completely off, then
pulling down Laura's panties too.

     In another moment, they were both on the bed, on top of
the bedspread, coiling together and kissing, completely
naked now.  What had started slowly and seductively quickly
turned into an exciting whirlwind of passion.  They kissed
ravenously.  Laura felt Stevie's fingernails dig into the
flesh of her back, and she dug her own into the girl's firm
round buns.

     Laura tried to kiss every inch of the beautiful naked
girl.  She kissed her gleaming shoulders and her throat and
her smooth upper chest, dropping her mouth to Stevie's small
breasts, scooping up one in her palm and licking the
swelling black nipple excitedly with her tongue before
sucking it between her lips.

     "Ohhnnn!" Stevie moaned, watching most of her small
breast disappear into Laura's mouth.

     Laura licked and sucked the swollen nipple hungrily,
nipping it with her teeth, though gently, but enough to let
Stevie feel her aggressiveness.  Believe me, darling, I'm
going to give you a better time than Rhonda does.  I've
slept with Rhonda, and I know I can do better.

      In a few seconds she had Stevie's wet nipple hard
and erect, and she pinched it in her fingers, twirling it
rapidly, while she sucked the other one the same way. Stevie
was twisting and mewling, wildly aroused by Laura's mouth,
panting, gasping when Laura sucked her nipples in deep.

     "Unhh!  Oh god . . . oh yes, Laura!  Oh shit . . . that
feels so good!  Yes . . . god, I love it when you do it
hard!  Unhhh!"

     Laura smiled and kissed her mouth again.  "Does it make
your pussy all wet for my tongue?"

      "Flooding," Stevie panted.
    She bit her lower lip as Laura quickly slid down her
lean, lovely body to her crotch.  There she saw one of the
most physically beautiful pussies she had ever seen, right
in the same league with Yvette's and Randi's.  I know they
don't show pussies in Playboy, she thought, or otherwise
this girl would've won the highest prize.

      "You have such a beautiful pussy," she murmured,
beginning to lick it skillfully.

     "Rhonda said the same thing," Stevie panted, churning
her hips rhythmically.  "I . . . ohhhh . . . I'm glad you
like it.  Unghhh!  Oh god that feels good!"

     Laura's lust for her, already high, was jacked up a
full notch by the sight of this beautiful wet cunt. Stevie's
pussy was a long red gash framed by sinuous, glossy black
cuntlips, with a shiny, thick, purplish marble at the top,
just now emerging from its perfectly-shaped black hood,
beckoning Laura's tongue.  Oh, what a lovely cunt! she
thought, slipping her tongue right into the center of it,
feeling Stevie's body clench, hearing tight little squeals
of pleasure deep in her throat.

     Stevie, it turned out, was not a quick comer, which was
just as well with Laura, since she enjoyed the opportunity
to make love to the girl's exquisite pussy for several
minutes until Stevie was shaking and mewling incoherently,
teetering on the verge of a sharp climax. Laura knew how to
bring it on, and when she thought he moment was ripe, she
tongued Stevie's erect little clit fiercely.  Stevie came in
violent undulations, crying out in a strangled moan of
ecstacy.

     "Auungghhhh!  Ohnnghheeee . . . nggmmeeee!" she moaned,
her lovely, perfect body twisting and arching as each shock
of coming struck her.

    Both of them milked every twinge and spasm they could
out of her climax, enjoying it to the hilt, and finally

Stevie's body unclenched.  She fell back to the bed, panting

and looking fetchingly ravished.  Laura embraced her and

kissed her.

     "Wooo, you had a good one," she said.

     "Oh god, I don't know whether I ever had one that

good," Stevie blinked.  "You know what you're doing down

there."

     "I've had a little practice."

     "My turn to practice on you." "Mmmm, I can

     hardly wait."

She was delighted to find that Stevie had no
intention of being perfunctory
about it.  They might be feeling a
little hurried to get back before
Rhonda discovered their absence,
but Stevie intended to enjoy
Laura's body as much as Laura had
enjoyed hers.  She patiently
explored Laura's aching pussy with
her tongue and lips and fingers,
but Laura was already so aroused
that it didn't take long for her
to reach the point of no return.

     "I'm going to come, honey,"
she panted to Stevie.

     "Already?"

     "I'm . . . going to come.
Help me . . . help me . . . oh yes!
Like that!  Yes, oh yes! Unghhhh!
Oh god . . . baby yes . . . oh god
now yes now.  Auunnnggghhhh!  Oh!
Ohnngghhh!" she cried out, coming a
sweet, violent shocks, her body
shuddering as they passed through
her.
     Stevie caressed her as she
came down . Laura smiled at her.
     "You don't need much
practice."
     "Rhonda taught me how to do
that," Stevie confessed. "She-and
you-are the only two girls I ever
went to bed with."
     "At least you chose well,"
Laura smiled.
     We both love your beautiful
chocolate self.
"But she never made me come like you
                just
did," Stevie added.  "I don't know.
There was just something about it.
You did something extra.  It was
like my body exploded from inside."
She glanced at the bedside clock.
"Well, we better get dressed and get
back before she finds out we're
gone."

But Laura pulled her down again on
                       the bed.  "Oh
                       no,
we're not going anywhere until I get
my fill of you.  How often do you
think I get to sleep with a
Playmate?"

     Stevie smiled and did the
equivalent of blushing. She kissed
Laura back very responsively but was
still hesitant.

     "It'll take me forever to come
again, believe me," she said softly
as Laura began to squeeze her small,
lovely breasts and massage her
nipples again.

     But Laura was not to be
dissuaded.  For one thing, she truly
enjoyed the beautiful girl and her
perfect body.  For another, she
realized that despite her coaching,
Rhonda had not managed to give
Stevie the g-spot orgasms Laura had
recommended.  Otherwise, Stevie
would not have said what she had
just said to Laura about coming so
hard.

 "Oh, I don't think it'll take you
                      long at all,"
                      Laura
said.

     And she began to swarm all over
Stevie, kissing and probing and
sucking her body until Stevie was a
helpless mass of quivering need.
Laura knew it.  Laura rubbed her
perfect pussy with one hand and
sucked her nipples so hard that
Stevie was whimpering and begging
her before long.

     "Oh god . . . unhhh!  Oh!  Oh
god Laura . . . oh yes, please,
please do it to me hard . . .
yes!  Oh god, it feels so good.  Yes
. . . like that.  Oh god, you're
right . . . I . . . I think I'm
going to come again!"

   "You are, girl, you are," Laura
               purred,
turning up the heat.

 She had Stevie where she wanted
                       her, and now
                       she
slid down between the girl's
marvelous, sleek thighs and began to
probe Stevie's pussy for the magic
spot.  She turned her hand palm
forward and pressed the tip of her
forefinger against the front wall of
Stevie's pussy, from inside.
Flicking Stevie's clit with her
tongue, she moved her fingertip back
and forth, searching for the knotted
bundle of nerves that would make the
girl jump involuntarily when Laura's
finger grazed it.

     And it didn't take long.  After
ten seconds of trying, she suddenly
felt Stevie's body stiffen.  That's
it! she thought, suddenly rubbing it
sharply and sucking Stevie's
clitoris at the same time.  Stevie
spilled over, almost without
warning, in a flood of orgasms.

     As Laura had seen before, and
had felt herself, the shock of the g-
spot orgasms was so great that it
completely knocked the breath out of
Stevie for a moment.  Her lovely,
perfect body fell into a seizure of
fierce rapture, her face torn by
ecstacy, and only a helpless,
scratchy cawing came from her
throat.  But after the first shock,
the floodgates were opened.
She kept coming, and Laura kept
coaxing orgasms out of her, and she
began moaning and crying out so
loudly that Laura thought the hotel
staff might hear.

   Quickly, she pushed a pillow up
               against
Stevie's face with her free hand,
and Stevie, though shattered by the
excruciating pleasure her body was
enduring, quickly got the point and
moaned into the pillow for the
duration of her sweet ordeal.  She
had at least five orgasms before
Laura eased up.

     When they were over, Stevie was
a wreck. Very beautiful, panting in
the aftermath, she smiled wanly at
Laura.

     "How many girls have you killed
doing that?" she asked, still dazed
and in shock.

  "Oh, they get to love it after a
               while,"
Laura teased.

"I want you to know that I never-
                      never-have
                      more than
two orgasms."

     "Until now," Laura beamed.

     "Until now," Stevie swallowed.
"How did

 you do it?" "Want me to show you?"
                  
     Stevie grimaced.  "If we don't
get back across the street, Rhonda
will kill me.  She'll think we've
been doing it."
    "She'll be right.  Are you
                   afraid of her
                   reaction?"
     Stevie shook her head.  "She's
sweet, believe it or not.  I don't
want to hurt her. She  . . . loves
me."
     "I know.  She told me."
  "She did?  You're an evil bitch,
                     Laura.  You
                     seduced
me, knowing that?"

     "Who seduced whom?  You wanted
to go up to your room."

     Stevie smiled slyly.  "I'm not
sorry, if that's what you mean."

     "Oh, you little tramp, you like
coming that hard, don't you," Laura
teased, kissing her.

  Stevie grew solemn.  "She does
                     love me.  I
                     believe
her.  I don't want to hurt her.  She
makes me happy."

  "I'm not trying to break you up,"
                       Laura said.
                       "If
she's suspicious, I'll deny
everything."

     "Thanks," Stevie smiled, as if
relieved. "But maybe we can . . .
you know, get together some day when
I'm in San Francisco.  I can . . .
sort of get away.  And you can . . .
show me?"

     "Darling, I would be
delighted."