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Chris felt her knees getting weak but Lena's strong body now pressed against her held her upright.

Lena kissed Chris again forcing her tongue deep into Chris' eager mouth. Chris began to suck at the older woman's tongue as Lena moved a leg between her thighs and rubbed with great intensity. Chris struggled in Lena's grasp and finally got her hands free to grab and tug at Lena's full, erect nipples projecting teasingly beneath the pink jump suit fabric.

Lena now seemed to be pressing all of her weight against Chris' pinioned body as her hands tore open Chris' jeans and moved with swift and unerring accuracy to Chris' wet, throbbing cunt.

As Lena's fingers slid smoothly into her Chris gasped and tried to move against Lena's restraining body. The more Chris struggled the wilder Lena's movements with her tongue, fingers and leg became. Lena's leg had now moved to Chris' butt. As Chris thrust and wriggled, responding to her growing, excitement Lena's leg deftly spread Chris' firm buttocks. Chris became wildly excited as she felt Lena's leg pressing resolutely against her quivering anus. Chris was emotionally beyond restraint. Her pinioned, fervent body struggled to express her ardor. With a cry of joy she released Lena's tiny tits and threw her arms around the loving black women. Her body jerked and shook with a violently ecstatic orgasm. Her hands pinching and scratching at the thin material that covered the strong smooth back of her tantalizing new lover as spasm after spasm moved like a storm through her lovely and loving body.

When Chris finally opened her eyes she saw Lena's deep, dark eyes sparkling with emotion gazing at her.

"You are a passionate child. Let me take you into bed," Lena said hoarsely.

With remarkable ease Lena lifted Chris and carried her into the bedroom. Lowering her onto the bed gently Lena said, "Undress please dear."

Chris' trembling hands, stripped off her shirt and jeans. Like Lena she was naked under her outer garments. Looking up she saw Lena's lovely face. She took it into her hands and kissed the beautiful woman tenderly.

Lena held onto Chris' shoulders and lifted her shiny mahogany body onto Chris'. Keeping her arms stiff so that her tiny breasts and firm nipples hung free she whispered, "Hold my tits tightly."

Chris' fingers held Lena's nipples and rolled them as the older woman's hips gyrated rubbing her coarse pubic hair against Chris' wet, ravenous cunt. Chris moaning with desire spread her legs wide and wrapped them around Lena's gyrating and thrusting hips.

Lena moved wildly. Then with a sudden cry, she threw her head back, her hands gripped Chris' sweaty shoulders and her pelvis jerked so that it pounded again and again against Chris' eager box.

Chris climaxed violently as she clung to Lena during her pounding orgasm. Squealing with ecstasy she pushed her eager cunt up to meet Lena's pounding thrusts. Her body seemed to convulse as she sought to bring her lover closer to ease her furious desire.

Panting and moaning the two lovers finally lay exhausted their sweat covered bodies pressed close. Finally, they slept.

It was passed three when Chris was wakened by Lena moving around the room.

"I have to get dressed and down stairs. Stephi will be home soon. She will have instructions from Joe about a trap he plans for the business people you met in the Valley."

Chris stretched and slipped under the covers hoping Lena would let her go back to sleep.

"Come on Chris. Wake up and get dressed. I'll tell you about Marilyn and Fred and especially about that cunt Betty Morales."

Chris shot straight up in bed, "My God I forgot all about her. How do you know about that woman? It was just a chance meeting I thought."

"Honey get dressed. You're playing in the big leagues so you need some hitting instruction," Lena said zipping up the skin tight pink jump suit and heading out the door.

Chris jumped out of bed looked at her wrinkled garments on the floor and stepped over them on her way to a shower. Dressed in fresh designer jeans a cowl neck sweater and soft soled loafers she trotted down the stairs. Lena wearing a loose cotton shirt and jeans and Stephi still in her uniform sat talking. Each held a small tumbler half full of whisky which they sipped from time to time.

As Chris walked in Stephi turned and said, "We were just talking about your assignment for tonight. Get a drink and sit down so I can tell you what Joe has planned."

Chris walked over to the portable bar and opened a wine cooler. After pouring half of it into a glass she moved to the chair she had occupied the evening before.

"Tell me all about it Steph."

"OK. He wants you to call Marilyn and arrange to meet her. Wherever she suggests except her residence. You might push for the club on the pretext of meeting some guys again."

"Alright but what has he planned?"

Lena leaned forward and using her right hand for emphasis said, "He wants to get some people into that house. They think that other than the help that usually leaves by six Marilyn is the only occupant at the moment."

"I'm the decoy is that it?"

"Yeah that's it."

"You can't tell me that Marilyn gives a shit for me as a nurse for one of her hospital employers. There's more to this than that isn't there?"

Stephi looked at Lena and said, "I told you she was not going to be an easy one to deal with." Looking at Chris she said, "You're so right. They don't need you for their stinking ICU they need you to take care of some illegals they're bringing in. Once they get you so deeply involved that you will be too scared and too embarrassed to go to the authorities you're theirs."

"Uh huh. So I'm to act the playful little nymph for Marilyn and that's it?"

"No, afraid not. The real hard case is Betty Morales and whoever is running her. They're the bosses. You passed the screening test now you have to act like you're really interested in what they have to offer."

Chris sighed. "You guys know I don't like any of this. I'm suddenly very content with my situation."

Lena laughed and Stephi smiled.

"How about letting me into the dinner preparation arrangements. I'll call and have some Mexican food delivered," Chris said giggling.

Stephi rose and headed to the bedroom, "I'll change and be back in a few minutes."

Lena went back to the bar but only for ice.

"There is some risk to this you know. Joe and his squad will be around but if you want me to I'll go with you. They don't know me."

"Thanks. I think I'll rely on Joe and be grateful that you two will be waiting for me when I get back."

It was somewhat later that Chris heard the phone and a mumbled conversation Stephi had with whoever was calling. She reappeared soon after dressed in what seemed to be the uniform of the day, jeans, soft cotton shirt and soft soled loafers.

"That call was from Joe," she said looking at Chris, "your car is back in the parking area at the hospital. His blond detective will pick it up and drive it here. He wants the police to examine it to see what 'repairs' were made it so it will be quite late in arriving. Meanwhile make a date with Marilyn for about two in the morning."

"Swell. I really am not happy with this situation," Chris said. "Should I order supper?"

Stephi laughed. "No. Joe will be coming by and he'll stop at El Tepiac to pick up our Mexican dinner for tonight."

"Then I guess I'd better call Marilyn and see what can be arranged," Chris muttered.

"No not until the time your shift would normally end – say eleven-fifteen tonight. The people you're dealing with are greedy and dishonest but not dumb," Lena said.

It was close to seven before Joe arrived arms filled with wonderful smelling packages and bags. Shouting as he entered, "Get your chimichongas, arros con polio and margaritas while they're hot or cold or whatever."