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"Max, turn on the TV, huh? I like all those fucky pictures!" she giggled.

Max sat in the chair. "In a little while, maybe," he said with an indulgent tone. He tented his fingers and propped them under his chin and looked at Vera, ready to be serious.

Joyce seemed to sense that. She stopped romping on the bed and bellied down beside Vera, close enough so that their hips touched, her round fits stretching slightly under her chest, her tight little ass mounding up from the base of her spine.

"First of all," Max said, "I want you to know how sorry I am about Paul, Vera. He was a fine man, principled and honest. A pleasure to work with. Unfortunately, though, everything here at the motel has come to a complete halt, just days away from opening."

There was a moment when Vera nearly choked up. Max was very warm and sincere. Her sexual embarrassment was gone. His whole attitude so far had been almost platonic. Even now he wasn't staring at her naked tits. And there was certainly no embarrassment from Joyce. The girl was so uninhibited she'd go pee in the corner of she got the urge to.

"That leaves me a little up in the air," Max continued. "I had an agreement with your husband to manage this motel-just this one out of the whole Hanson chain, and the agreement was to be effective subsequent to the majority stock opinion after the meeting next week."

Joyce was already bored with the conversation. She wriggled around on the bed and snuck towards the control panel and punched on the TV, with no sound. She climbed back onto the bed beside Vera and watched it avidly.

Vera tried not to look, but she couldn't help it. There were two girls on the big screen. They went through all kinds of antics, sucking each other's pussies, rubbing their tits together and fingering each other in close-up, full-color shots.

Vera became very conscious of the touch of Joyce's body against hers. The girl moved her hips slowly against the form-fitting bed as if she were becoming highly stimulated.

Vera had a hell of a time keeping her attention on Max. The girls on the screen fascinated her. She'd always wondered what Lesbians did to fuck, and she was seeing it all."

"What I'm getting at," Max went on, "is that Paul's agreement with me is legally dependent on how you and Roger vote next week. Since the stock isn't a matter for the estate to handle, I know Jack Cutter will advise you to keep your husband's agreement, and you know how much confidence Paul had in Jack-both as his attorney and his friend."

"What are you after, Mr. Sawyer?" Vera finally managed to ask.

"Max, please," he said, paternal smile big and friendly. "All I want is a smooth transition during this difficult time, Vera-an honoring of your husband's agreement with me. Your assurances that you and your son won't do something-irrational and against good counseling from Paul's attorney. Very simply, I'm requesting you and Roger to vote the stack the way Paul was going to vote it-for me to manage this motel. There'd be no objection to that, would there?"

"I… I g-guess not, Max," Vera stammered.

She didn't know. Right at that moment, she wasn't sure of anything but the sensuous emotions going through her.

One of the girls on the TV had her finger up the other one's cunt. It slid back and forth like a prick. The pussy tossed and sucked at the finger. The folds and puffy tissues were, drenched with slippery, shining juice, and, muscles sucked inward with imminent orgasm.

There was warmth against her hip from Joyce's smooth body. Then there was a cupping hand under her boob. It rolled and fondled and played with her nipple, making the rubbery nub fill and stretch shamelessly.

"Joyce!" Vera said.

She tried to make her voice sound shocked. It didn't quite come out that way. She looked at Max. He'd gotten out of the chair and was headed for the door.

"I'll call Cutter and tell him to expect you in his office tomorrow or the next day," he said. He closed the door behind him.

"Ohhhhh, Vera, your tit's so nice and firm!" Joyce said, still squeezing it. She felt her own. "I think mine are going to get soft pretty soon. Feel it. Tell me what you think."

Vera looked into the innocent green eyes. "That's enough, Joyce," she said, unable to be angry with her. She started to get up.

"Vera, don't go," Joyce pleaded, her voice small, needing. "If you go, I'm afraid Dan will come up and try to fuck me. Besides, Roger and Rainey are still busy."

"Then they can get un-busy," Vera said.

"Oh, please! Let Rainey have a little fun. She's going to get beaten tonight anyway. Let her have some fun first. Don't make her stop. Ohhhhh, come back, Vera, I'm feeling all fucky inside!"

With no shame, no hesitation at all, she rolled onto her back and hooked her thumbs into her panties and rocked her legs back and shoved the skimpy yellow things off her body.

The bed heaved and jiggled with her motions. She stretched and arched and looked at Vera with hooded eyes, parting her thighs, scissoring them closed again, willing and writhing in terrible heat.

Vera stared at her. She couldn't help it. It was a display of heat she'd never seen before. There was another reason she stared-right between Joyce's thighs.

Her pussy was bald.

The lips were puffy and naked, smooth and sweet, like a baby's ready to be powdered with a soft puff.

Joyce moaned and writhed and looked at the TV screen. One of the girls was licking the other's pussy again. Joyce cupped her crotch with her hand and drew her middle finger up between her bloated cuntlips, sliding it over her cut and moaning.

"Ohhhhh, look at them, Vera. I've always wanted to try that with another girl let me do it to you. Please? Pretty please? You don't have to do it to me. Just lie back and close your eyes and let me do it. Ohhhhh, please?"

Vera sucked in her breath. She wished she weren't feeling the heavy thud of her pulse. She looked at the screen and watched the pussy jump and twitch when the tongue went aver the girl's clit. She watched Joyce's fingers begin to swirl over her bald pussy, masturbating it with no shame or embarrassment whatsoever.

She saw the yearning expression in the soft, green eyes, and she heard herself moan from a far, hollow distance.

Roger was fucking Rainey. Roger wouldn't be a damn bit of good to her tonight. Maybe never again. And he'd brought her to that plateau but not over it, leaving her jangled inside-bad enough to nearly come with Dancer's horrible cock in her cunt.

Joyce was reaching towards her with one hand while masturbating with the other. Her knees were apart, and her pussy was humping up and down under the motions of the waterbed.

The hand reached Vera's thigh. It was warm and mist against her skin. It smoothed up, higher and higher. Vera sucked in her breath, wanting to move, yet curious enough not to.

She closed her eyes a moment. The hand was gentle against her. It moved to her hip, slid across the slick stuff of her panties, went to her cunt mound.

The fingers squeezed gently, knowledgeably, not like a man's. They went down the nylon to her clitoral area, and they knew just what to do.

"oh, God…" she whispered hollowly.

She sank slowly to the bed. Onto her side, and then onto her back. The fingers were sure and good. They went inside her panties and pried the bloated, dampness of her pussylips apart. When they circled over her clit, she knew it was going to happen, and she just didn't care any more.

Everything else had happened today. Why not this? Why not?

"Ohhhh, Vera…" Joyce whispered.

The girl was bending over her now, her round boobs dangling down from her chest. The pink nipples were jutting from the ends of them. They brushed warmly over Vera's thighs as Joyce gently tuned at her panties.