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MRWADE.142                                     By Master Wade







                           Latin Lust



                        Chapter Thirteen







     Peggy and her two friends had dinner together at least once a

week, but they didn't like to spend very much money doing it. 

Occasionally they would go to the nicer restaurants, but that was

usually on the weekends.  It was understood among the three of them

that the main purpose for them being together was sexual; the meal

itself was merely a formality and an excuse for being together.

     Of the three of them, Anne, the youngest and only married

member of the threesome, was also still something of a newly-wed,

having been married for a little less than a year.  Her marriage

was one of those which no one expected to last, but she appeared to

be very much in love with her husband Bob, and he with her.  Doubts

about the longevity of their relationship were based on their

difference in ages, among other things.  Bob was thirty-two, Anne

was only eighteen.  Bob was a stockbroker with a Master's Degree in

Philosophy, Anne was a clerk in the ladies clothing department at

Miller and Rhodes, one of the larger department stores in the city,

and had graduated from high school just prior to their marriage. 

Bob was a political liberal and a sexual conservative. Anne was

very conservative about everything except sex.

     Anne and Bob got along better than most people would have

realized.  Anne enjoyed a standard of living much higher than most

girls her age, loved her job and the employee discount on clothing

that it offered her, cared little about politics, and was quite

content to have a sedate sex life at home and an exciting one with

her girlfriends.  Bob, having been married for several years to a

woman six years older than himself, found Anne's age and youthful

beauty to be a boost to his ego which carried over to his

performance at work.  He much preferred Anne's easy acceptance of

his political views to the raging debates he had experienced in his

first marriage, and found her much less demanding sexually than his

first wife had been as well.  Since she always managed to plan her

evenings out with the other women on the same nights as his nights

out with "the boys", the arrangement suited him just fine.

     Barbara, who was twice Anne's age, and eight years older than

Peggy, also worked at Miller and Rhodes, and it was through Barbara

that Anne and Peggy had met.  While she didn't like to refer to

herself as a lesbian, it had been years since Barbara had been

involved with a man sexually.  She still found men sexually

attractive, but she had been hurt deeply in a long-ago relationship

and had pursued a course of avoidance since then. Barbara kept her

body in excellent shape, working out at the Peggy's club regularly. 

Even at thirty-six there were few of the normal signs of aging many

of her friends evidenced.  It pleased her that even though she and

Anne were seen together often, no one had ever mistaken her for

Anne's mother, which she certainly was old enough to have been.

     Peggy had been involved off and on with Barbara for several

years, but it had amazed her to see how easily Anne had been drawn

into their little threesome.  Barbara had mentioned it to Peggy on

Anne's first day at work, describing her new co-worker in glowing

terms.  Over the space of two months, they had slowly revealed

their relationship to Anne who rather than being shocked, had found

it exciting.  It had been an easy step from there to her

involvement with them.

     "Now, listen, you two," Peggy said in careful tones as they

finished their dinner, "Paul only suspects that this girl is

interested in other women.  He said something about her college

roommate having been bisexual, but that may or may not mean

anything."

     "So we're a bit of a test for her then?", asked Barbara.

     "Yes, exactly," Peggy replied.  "I'm not even sure that Paul

told her she would be modeling for women.  So we will have to just

play it by ear."

     "Are we supposed to let her know that we're involved?", Anne

asked, smiling.  "That's the approach the two of you used with me,

isn't it?"

     Peggy laughed.  "Well, there is safety in numbers, you know,

and women who are involved with each other often desperately want

to be able to tell someone about it.  More new bisexuals and

lesbians are drawn in by couples than all the other ways combined."

     "From what you say about Paul," Anne said, "I would have

thought that he would just order her to be involved with us. Isn't

she supposed to be his sex slave or something?"

     "Oh, she will be, Anne, you can count on that.  But they only

had their first date last weekend.  Just give him time."  Peggy

knew well how convincing Paul could be.

     "I'm still a little bit confused," said Barbara, pouring

herself another half-glass of wine.  "Are we supposed to make it

with this girl tonight, or not?"

     "Yea, is this all tease and no squeeze?", Anne asked,

giggling, and holding her wine glass out for Barbara to refill.

     "Paul said he wants us to all flirt with her openly, but not

be blatant about our involvement with each other, or our sexual

desire for her, particularly.  He wants to see her reaction, and I

think he's thinking that he may not know for sure what it is until

after we've left."

     "He's probably right," agreed Barbara, "but it should be

pretty obvious whether she enjoys turning us on or not."

     "Oh, I'm sure it will be! But if this girl is an

exhibitionist, and she must be for Paul to be putting her through

this so early on, she may respond to that part of it and still not

be as anxious to be with another woman sexually as we might like,"

Peggy said.

     Anne found herself envying this girl, whoever she was.  There

had always been a bit of the exhibitionist in her too, but Bob

wasn't really into that, and even complained about her mini-skirts

sometimes.  "Well, it isn't as if this is the only time we might

get a crack at her, right?  I mean, surely you bargained a bit with

him, didn't you, Peggy?"

     "You don't know Paul, Anne.  I tried, but I didn't get very

far.  I told him we'd do it as long as he promised we'd get a turn

with her sometime, and he just laughed.  He said he would promise

that we'd be so hot when we left that we'd head straight for

Barbara's house, and that was all he would promise."

     "We don't even know if we'll like the girl yet, you know,"

Barbara said.  "But it should be fun, and if it works out well I

imagine we'll hear from him again." She looked at her watch.  "Hey,

we'd better get going; it's already nine thirty."

     The girls paid their tab and left, with Anne asking Barbara to

ride in the back seat with her on the way to Pauls.  Peggy smiled

and as she pulled out into traffic, adjusted her rearview mirror

appropriately.



     Anna Maria's ears were burning, but it had nothing to do with

the conversation being held about her at that very moment.  She and

Paul were going through her clothing, picking out things for her to

model.  He had still told her nothing at all about these friends of

his for whom she would be modeling, but she knew that this was not

as much a fashion show as it as an Anna show, and it made her hot. 

It made her so hot that she would have given anything for chance to

fuck before they came, or even to masturbate; anything to take some

of the edge off.  She thought of asking for it, but she knew there

wasn't time.

     Paul was pleased with the items they had chosen.  She didn't

need too many outfits to model.  It wasn't what she wore as much as

how she modeled it, and how she responded to the girls that

mattered.  He had let Anna Maria do most of the selecting, and it

had excited him to see the things she picked out on her own.  He

had only considered requiring her to model one lingerie outfit,

perhaps a simple bra and panty set, but Anna had decided to wear

a different lingerie set with each of the three dresses she chose;

an almost witchy bustier set in red with black trim which she would

wear under a red dress of the identically same shade, with black

stockings; a very expensive and wonderfully feminine light blue and

white silk and lace garter-belt set which she would wear under an

almost black navy dress with suntan stockings; and a tiny and

fragile looking lacey white bra and panty set that she would wear

under a snow white dress that was powerfully effective because of

it's simplicity and purity.  With the white dress on Anna looked

like a girl on her way to her High School graduation.

     One of the things which excited Paul most about her choices

was the evident concession she had made to show herself in lingerie

on three, rather than one occasion.  If this went well, he could

probably count on her doing an all lingerie show at some future

time.

     "I want to know how you want me to do this, Master," Anna

Maria said, a bit nervously.  "Do you want me to be a terrible

flirt, or an innocent one?"

     "I've been thinking about that, Anna.  Why not start out

flirting rather innocently, and then gradually become more of a

flirt with each change of outfits?  You could wear the white dress

first..."

     "No, Master!  Oops!  I'm sorry.  But I think the way to do it

is to start out being an innocent flirt, but in the most outlandish

of the outfits.  That way, you see, the clothes and the flirting

styles are in greater contrast, and it makes both of things more

powerful and erotic."

     "So which outfits would you begin and end with, Anna?", he

asked, amused by her enthusiasm.

     "The red dress is the one to begin with, with that `I'm a

whore' bustier under it.  Then the navy dress, and end up with the

sweet little white dress with almost nothing on under it.  Don't

you think so?"

     "I think you're exactly right, and I think I love you more

with every passing second." He kissed Anna softly on the cheek and

considered some more of the options. "I'll turn the couch around,

so that it faces the doorway to this room.  You can use the bar and

barstools, and the straight back chair next to the phone table as

props if you like.  And you'll be facing the windows, so it will be

almost as if the whole world is watching you."

     Anna Maria didn't say a word to any of this, but just stared

deeply into his eyes.  Just as he thought she was going to begin

crying, she kissed his mouth hard, pressing her luscious young body

against him so completely that it was almost a body massage.

     The ringing door bell startled them both.

     "Oh no! I'm not ready yet!", Anna Maria cried.  "What do I

do?"

     "Just go ahead and take your time getting ready, Anna.  I'll

invite them in and fix them all a drink and get them to help me

turn the couch around.  You stay in here, and I'll bring you out

and introduce you to them.  Just relax, you're doing to do

wonderfully!  And no peeking through the door, either."

     Paul had never seen Anna Maria so excited about anything.  He

wished that he could stay there and watch her scurrying around the

room;  there was something almost childlike about her when she was

like this.  But, his guests were here.



Continued in MRWADE.143....



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