Bill Balle - Passion's her game

"Would martinis be satisfactory, girls? Stevie can fix you whatever you wish, but I do recommend his martini. It's delicious."

Both girls quickly nodded, and Stevie and Toni left for the ornate bar to prepare the drinks.

"Honestly, Wendy," Adele whispered, "you surprise me! They're beautiful, both of them!" Her eyes glinted wickedly as she smiled. 'There's more to you than I thought!"

Wendy laughed, saying, "I refuse to ask you what you mean by that, but a girl can't spend all her time working, can she? Actually, Stevie and Toni are trusted friends as well as faithful employees."

Gwen snapped her fingers, crying, "But of course! That girl, Toni…she's your secretary! I remember now-she showed us into your office this afternoon!"

Wendy laughed again, answering, "That's right. Toni is whatever I want her to be…my right arm, so to speak," she hastily added. "Stevie has other duties also."

"I'll bet he does," Adele laughed, her voice friendly and warm as she obviously teased Wendy.

Wendy saw immediately that she wasn't trying to be catty and she joined their laughter as Stevie brought the tray of drinks, accompanied by Toni, who stood by, waiting to serve the hors d'oeuvres. As Wendy took her drink, she watched Stevie as he walked to Gwen, not missing the quick display when the smiling girl quickly crossed her legs for Stevie's benefit giving him a brief but tantalizing show of her sleek thighs, almost to her crotch. Adele responded also, leaning forward as she took her drink, treating him to a quick look down the front of her low-cut top at the soft fullness of her half-covered breasts.

Sipping her drink quietly, Wendy watched as Toni served the tiny delicacies, her eyebrows raising with faint surprise when she saw the look on Adele's face as she fumbled with her choice of the hors d'oeuvres. Flushing slightly, she gazed at the lush curves as Toni leaned down. Even when Toni crossed the room to serve Gwen, Wendy saw Adele's eyes fixed on Toni's twisting, squirming little rump, caressing the lush thighs exposed by the micro-mini as Toni walked.

Well now, Wendy mused, so that is the way your blood runs, Adele dear. She knew from past experience that many of the super-successful women in the cosmetic industry were lesbians, loving the young girls in their employ and being hard and contemptuous of the usually weak and mild men working under them She had guessed right, that at least one of her new acquaintances would be gay, and Adele was almost drooling as she watched Tom.

Gabbing aimlessly, Wendy kept the conversation going brightly with Adele and Gwen, making sure that Stevie kept the martinis flowing each time a glass was emptied. She knew he was fixing her drink very weak, using only a small amount of gin and filling her glass with water. It wasn't too palatable, but Wendy was determined to keep her wits while trying to get the two women as loose as she could. She wanted to keep Toni moving among them, but Adele's many requests for seconds kept Toni almost constantly at her side. Having caught the signal from Wendy, Toni was well aware of her appeal to the lovely woman, and she made sure she teased and tantalized Adele at every opportunity with sensuous moves and glimpses of her body as she served.

Excusing herself to the bathroom, Wendy smiled as she saw the women hardly look up when she walked from the room. In a few seconds Stevie joined her in her bedroom, grinning broadly, "Boss-lady, I think you have a pair of live ones," he laughed. "That little redhead, Gwen, looks like she's ready to play!"

Wendy laughed. "I'm glad she appeals to you, Stevie. You just might have to service her a little later. What do you think about my friend Adele?'

"Hell, she's looking at Toni like a cat about to lap up a saucer of cream!" He chuckled. "And Toni's really putting it up to her!"

Wendy felt a twinge of jealousy as she thought of Toni offering her golden pussy to the other woman, getting a quick mental picture of Toni stretched naked, writhing as the lovely Adele tongued inside the young girl's spasming vagina. Shuddering with rising lust herself, Wendy forced the picture from her mind, saying, "Indeed she does, Stevie. See if you can get Gwen more interested in you while I kill a little time in here."

Smiling, she impulsively reached out and caressed gently between Stevie's thighs, stroking the head of his prick lovingly.

"Hmmm, I'd love to have some of that tonight," she said. "But that's not part of the plan. Tonight we just tease, even if it means just teasing me as well. Let's string our two girl friends out, play with their emotions. I know they'll be back for more. Just good business, understand?"

"I guess I do," Stevie answered.

"As long as I understand, that's all that's necessary," Wendy smiled.

She stroked his hardened penis again, couldn't resist. "Slip it out for a minute," she ordered.

He did.

She stared at it, licked her tongue, but then regained control of herself.

"No, it can wait until they've left. Then I'm going to chew on that thing until you have to drink milk just to stay afloat."

Stevie smiled. "Why don't you kiss it a few times now, just to keep my spirits up so I can get through this shittin' charade!"

"No, baby. If I kiss it once, you know me, it'll be a whole meal. And after all, we have guests waiting."

"Aww, they're both half bombed anyway. They wouldn't know. They'll probably both end up friggin' themselves-or each other-in some hotel room. Who gives a,shit about them!"

Wendy grinned up at him and fondled the cock once more.

"I do, honey. I do." She said.

Stevie was closer to right than he thought. Both Gwen and Adele let the booze get ahead of them, and Wendy played the perfect hostess, seeing to it that they were delivered home untouched by human hands. What happened after that, really wasn't her business, she had decided. The point was, the trap had been set.

But Wendy's mood had changed again. She didn't call for Stevie, she sent for Toni.

In the bedroom, Wendy and Toni stood locked in an embrace for long moments with Toni whimpering endearments as the older woman caressed her lavishly.

And then they fell to the bed together and Toni's tongue set a torrid trail up Wendy's inner thigh, up over her hip, then breast-sucking, tit nibbling, nipple nursing.

The tongue duel that followed in the feverish kiss lasted for minute after minute after minute.

The routine had been established. They did a pin-wheel change of positions, and Toni's hot tongue nibbled at Wendy's hard-bud clit, while Wendy lapped at the tight flesh of Toni's butt-cheeks. Then the tongues grew wilder, faster, the heartbeats louder, the room full of slurping noises of sweet lesbian love.

And then Wendy fell asleep.

And dreamt of MILLIONS!

MILLIONS OF DOLLARS!

Wendy had given her decision to Young Madame. If they would agree to increasing their offer so that she would clear net after taxes, the total five million, she would agree to sell her total rights to Fountain of Youth. She specified that the money would have to be deposited in her Swiss account, the lawyers handling the transaction and holding the sealed formula to be turned over after the deposit. It was further included that regardless of Young Madame's opinion of the formula or their lab's report of the formula, their agreement was to be irrevocable.

Although neither Gwen nor Adele could understand Wendy's insistence on this last demand, they laughingly reported that it would not be a stumbling block to the agreement. As Adele put it, "Hell, Wendy, even if something does go wrong, at least you will no longer be operating, and consequently we'll be out of business." The deal was closed and only the final handling of the many details by the lawyers remained for the settlement. During the long days of negotiating and haggling the examination of books and statements, the three women became fast friends. The night in Wendy's apartment had sealed the bond between them. Both Adele and Gwen made sure their company approved the contract suggested by Wendy, a contract that assured both Toni and Stevie an irrevocable five-year contract at fifty thousand a year, leaving the young pair set for life regardless of what the new company might decide at a later date.