The World of Cherry (2 page)

Like a hungry wolf on fresh meat, Harlow attacks Kristin's hole, making room for me to bring my tongue onto it, too.  Since this is my last night with Kristin, I take advantage of the offering, and place my cheek against Harlow's, sharing the luscious, creamy mound. Kristin grabs our hair, wanting more of our deep worshiping, thrusting her hips into our faces. My tongue laps her in unison with Harlow's, wanting to feel her shudder under our command. I knew Harlow had the trappings of a fantastic lover, but I didn't imagine her to be this aggressive, having taken a passive intimate stance with me. Live-ins are usually more sexually intense as they try to seduce me with the power of their persuasion, but not Harlow. Here, making Kristin's pussy jolt and writhe, Harlow is a love making goddess, willingly giving more than she took. I assist, pushing two, then three fingers into a never-penetrated-by-maleness cunt, sensing her special spot. I pay close attention to it, loving Kristin's response to my hand job mixed with Harlow's relentless tonguing. Kristin's back arches as she screams, peaking hard, frozen for a few ecstatic heartbeats before dropping back onto the bed. Harlow kisses me against Kristin's pussy, sipping up what she released, and then feeding it to me with her mouth. We dine on the jiz of our mutual lover till Kristin beckons us to hold her. Mine being the only hole not licked, I reserve it for another night, possibly for one soon, alone with Harlow. We embrace Kristin, stroking her long locks and slender curves, relishing the experience and anticipating more.

I let them fall back asleep, curled up next to me. The sweetness of their dewy flesh wafts in the air, and I inhale it happily, joining them in a cozy, well-deserved nap before the evening really begins.

Winterlynn packs a bag of dancer's gea
r—
worn tights, slippers, jazz shoes, platform heels, thigh high stockings with garter belts and matching corsets to wear at the club. She's too broke to buy new outfits for a gig that has yet to pay a cent. Her coltish, supermodel roommate, Devon, is singing in the kitchen while flexing her culinary skills. Whatever she's cooking smells delicious, and Winterlynn hasn't had a solid meal since last night, nervous about today's audition, and now even more so having to dance nude in just a few hours.

“
Are you hungry, Winter
?
” Devon calls out
.“
No, thanks
,
” Winterlynn replies
.“
I have to leave soon
.
” Devon rushes down the hall to Winterlynn's room, seeing her packing
.“
Where are you going
?
”

“
I auditioned and was hired on the spot. I start in a few hours. Got to pack and go
.
” Devon checks out the selection of lingerie and sexy outfits
.“
Oh? That's cool. I didn't know you had an interview. What kind of job is it
?
”

Winterlynn avoids Devon's gaze, unsure of her feelings regarding the nature of the gig
.“
Dancing, at a private club
.
” Devon doesn't quit, brushing Winterlynn's hair out of her face, asking
,“
Where at? Stage dancing? Lap dancing? Judging by what you're packing, looks like a strip club
?
”

“
Yes, it is. I was hired to dance in costume, and maybe strip, I don't know
.
”

“
You don't know? Winterlynn, didn't you ask the person you auditioned for
?
” Winterlynn turns away from Devon, zipping up the bag
.“
She said it was fully nude
.
” Devon bursts out with a shocked laugh
,“
Fully nude? You're kidding me? Why did
n’
t you just say that then? Are you cool with that type of dancing
?
”

“
I've done it before, just not like this
,
” Winterlynn admits. Devon pulls her close, teasing her with hip bumps and slaps on her round booty
.“
You have? My roomie has so many secrets. And I thought we knew everything about each other. You're going to show it all off, every bit of your fine ass body to strangers at some club? Wow, didn't know you were
that girl
.
” Winterlynn faces the statuesque model
.“
I'm not. I'm a dancer desperate for work. At least I can pay my half of the rent this month
.
”

Devon retreats, not liking her tone, saying
,“
I told you I would cover it. I make enough to pay the full amount
.
” Winterlynn gives her a warm hug
.“
I know, and thank you, but I don't feel right about you doing that. We're not..
.
”

“
What
?
” Devon hugs her warmly.

“
We're not girlfriends or lovers
.
”

“
We could be
,
” purring in Winterlynn's ear, Devon toys with her
,“
but you insist on keeping things platonic. If you were my girlfriend I'd be easing your nerves with a shot of tequila and a quick fuck
.
”

Winterlynn laughs, that was not what she was expecting to hear
.“
I'm a little preoccupied now
.
” Devon removes some of the packed clothes, not digging her selections
,“
Come on, girl, you need to make better choices. Is this all you have
?
” Winterlynn takes the clothes from her, responding with a quick
,“
Yes
.
”

Devon offers a solution
.“
I have some nice lingerie you can borrow. You can't be getting all sexy in front of a club full of men dressed in these, even if it all comes off
.
”

“
Not men
,
” Winterlynn reveals
,“
women only
.
”

“
Stop it! Seriously? A lesbo bar? I want to go
!
” Devon jumps around like a child begging for a puppy
.“
Sounds like a dream come true for a girl like me
.
”

“
Really? I suppose you could go with me
.
” Winterlynn's tension is eased by Devon's playfulness
.“
It's a super sophisticated place, very fancy inside. You'd never know it was there from the street and I'm not allowed to talk about it either. It's not open to the public. I pass it all the time and I never would have thought twice
.
”

“
Upscale lesbians have a private place to perv over naked women? I think it's fantastic. I wish I knew it existed before, too. I'd be there all the time. They're going to love you, with your fine ass and your sweet little tits
.
” Devon makes a bold move, handling Winterlynn's breasts, not stopped from touching her this time
.“
And I get to watch you strip
.
” Ever the go-getter, Devon kisses Winterlynn's chest murmuring
,“
How about a warm up
?
”

Winterlynn brushes her off, fixing her makeup
,“
You are the horniest girl I've ever met
.
”

“
Oh, I'm a prude compared to the other models I've worked with. So, is that a yes
?
”

“
It's a
later
, a maybe later
.
”

Devon ceases to push, excited about the prospects of seeing Winterlynn in all her glory tonight
,“
You sure you don't want anything to eat? Don't tell me you're starving yourself. I like a little meat on the bones. My sauce is delicious and it might get you in the mood
.
”

This time Winterlynn agrees to let Devon feed her.

Sultry Avery, a waspy, wealthy, spoiled wife and mother with a diamond level membership, clinks wine glasses with her best girlfriend, and fellow diamond level card holder, Katherine. Tonight there is a third lady joining them, Marina, as their guest at the Cherry Club for her birthday. Blessed with a pretty face, classic Italian features and a sexy body, Marina doesn't drink, preferring a more religious lifestyle, properly sipping from a water bottle. As pretty as she is, Marina isn't as confident as Avery and Katherine, and has no interest in having an affair or a cheap one-night stand. This doesn't faze Avery and Katherine at all, as the challenge of making Marina bend, and possibly succumb to the gift they have arranged for her at the club is all too exciting for them.

Avery inquires with a devilish smile
,“
Are you wearing your nicest panties and bra under your dress at least
?
” Katherine fluffs her highly styled white blonde hairdo and sneaks a hand under Marina's dress, feeling the rim of lace panties
.“
Oh Avery, she's wearing her lacy ones. I think she's more open to what we have in store for her than we thought
.
”

“
Will you two stop it
?
” Marina slaps Katherine's hand away
.“
I'm looking forward to having a good time with you two, but please don't push this ridiculous idea of being gifted another woman. You know that's not for me. I'm happily married, remember
?
”

Avery and Katherine flash their multi-carat wedding rings in Marina's face.  Marina holds her ground
.“
Well, I've never been wild like you two are and I'm not into women for anything more than friendship
.
”

“
Oh, you'll make friends
,
” Katherine replies
,“
and quite a bit more, if you're lucky
.
”

“
Katherine, you're scaring the guest
,
” Avery insists
.“
It is her birthday after all, and we are going to have an amazing evening even if she declines our gift
.
”

Marina is unmoved
.“
I can't believe you think I would just cheat on my husband without issue. Some of us take our vows to heart
.
”

Avery pats Marina's shoulder and restrains her forward approach
,“
As you should, Marina, and you know we don't judge you for being so faithful
.
”

“
You're going to hell, Avery. So are you, Katherine. I swear, what has happened to my friends? I move away and unimaginable sinning breaks loose
.
”

“
That's why you love us enough to fly 3,000 miles to spend your birthday weekend with us instead of with your old man
.
” Katherine stands, fixing her cleavage, continuing
,“
You didn't come to try and save us, did you? That would be a hopeless cause. Avery, let's sing, shall we? You do still sing happy birthday, don't you, Marina? Even as serious as you've become
?
”

Avery and Katherine harmonize
,“
Happy horny birthday to you...happy horny birthday to you...happy horny birthday to our dearest, most innocent Marina. Happy horny birthday to you
.
”

“
I love how you two have so much fun at my expense
,
” Marina pouts, but they don't buy it.

“
Well, it's our expense that's going to give you fun tonight, so come on already
,
” Avery states, swinging the car keys and tossing a blindfold to Katherine
.“
No more talk, i
t’
s time to go. Sorry, Marina, but unless you are an actual member, you can't know the location of the club
.
”

Marina hesitates before allowing Katherine to put the blindfold on her head
.“
I'm starting to rethink my trust in you two
.
” 

Katherine releases a wicked laugh, winking at Avery
.“
She's so cute. Lead the way
.
” Avery steps into action, adjusting her ample breasts while escorting Marina out, with Katherine covering her from behind in case she tries to escape.