The pounding on the door wouldn't stop.

"Who the hell can it be at this hour?" Jenny grumbled as she struggled in the
dark to find a robe. One in the morning. "Hold on, I'm coming!"

In her daze, Jenny looked up at a tall man wearing a blue jacket, a cap and a
broad smile. "Yes?"

He handed her five one hundred dollar bills. "It's from Amy." He turned and
walked down the steps to a limousine parked at the end of the sidewalk. He got
in and drove away.

Jenny studied the money, shook her head and closed the door. "Amy? What the hell
is this all about?" She shuffled back to the bedroom, groped for a switch and
turned on the light on the nightstand. She hadn't talked to Amy in weeks and had
forgotten her phone number.

No answer.

Jenny kicked off her slippers, pulled off her robe, tossed it onto the edge of
the bed and slid back under the sheets. Why would Amy send her five hundred
dollars? A limo driver? At one in the morning?

She sat up in the dark and pulled the sheet up around her neck, trying to
recount the last time she had seen Amy and what they had done together. For one
thing, it had been sexual. For another, Jenny had enjoyed it.

But since that night, nothing. She had not heard from Amy. Not a call, not a
message, not a card. Jenny had spent a wonderful evening with her legs wrapped
around Amy's neck.

She was wet now thinking about it.

"So, what am I supposed to do with the five hundred dollars?" Jenny slid back
down under the sheet and slid her hand between her legs. It felt warm and she
considered getting herself off.

Her fingers began to probe, touching here and there ... just to see if anything
felt good. It wasn't difficult to find.

Jenny kicked back the sheet and spread her legs, rubbing herself softly at
first, then finding that certain sweet spot that blurs the line between reality
and fantasy.

"Amy," she whispered as she climaxed. Jenny lay back, spent but unfulfilled.

She began to drift, drift ... drift into slumber.

She jumped when the phone chittered.

One-thirty. "Yes?"

"Get dressed. Amy wants to meet you in an hour."

The cold, raspy voice sent a chill down Jenny's spine. "Who is this?"

"The driver will be there in forty minutes. Be ready." The caller hung up.

Jenny turned icy. "She's paid for me and now she's going to collect. Is that
it?"

Jenny staggered to her feet, went to the bathroom ... no, that was a useless
proposition at this hour ... there would be no makeup. She found a pair of jeans
and a sweatshirt. She poured herself into her clothes and plodded into the
living room.

One-fifty. Why didn't she just call the police? And tell them what? The woman
who had once eaten her pussy had given her five hundred dollars for the
privilege and wanted to do it again?

There were worse things in life.

Jenny suddenly turned cold. What if this was one of them?

. . .

Jenny gulped down a can of Red Dog for courage, rubbed her ass for luck and
grabbed her purse.

The knock on the door was at least punctual.

"Well, stupid ... let's go see what this is all about." She grabbed her jacket
and opened the door. "Hi."

The tall man, the same man, nodded and motioned with his right arm to the limo.
"You are in no danger," he said.

Jenny faked a smile as she looked up at him. It was difficult to tell in the
dark if he was handsome, but he wasn't a troll. A limo ride at two in the
morning would do her good.

"I suppose I would be out of line to ask where we're going," she muttered as she
slid into the front seat of the car. "It also kind of sucks that I don't get to
ride in the back like a big shot."

"You'd rather ride in back?" he asked, adjusting the rear view mirror, probably
more out of habit than need.

"No, this is fine," Jenny said. "Where are you taking me? And what's with the
money?"

He turned to her and smiled softly. His dark eyes reflected the street light
above. "I just drive and deliver, miss."

"Jenny."

"Armond."

Jenny chuckled. "Why did I know you'd have a name like that? I would have
guessed James, maybe."

She watched the city go by, wondering why she had agreed to this ... whatever it
was. Some kind of game. And it involved Amy.

"What's this about Amy?"

Armond shook his head. "Don't know."

Jenny felt her hands turn damp with anxiety. "There's a Mister Big involved in
this, isn't there?"

"Mister Big? I work for Amy," Armond said coldly. "I don't give out her name or
her business."

"Mafia."

Armond cleared his throat. "Hardly. You watch too much television."

"Look, buster! My ass could be on the line here. I can't believe I even fell for
this gag. So, stop fucking with me, OK?"

"Lower your voice, please."

"Hey, fuck you! Let me out!"

"We're almost there," Armond said. "The building on the right."

Jenny slammed her hand on the dashboard. "I ain't goin' in."

"Suit yourself." Armond stopped the car, reached into his coat and pulled out a
pouch. He handed Jenny five hundred dollars. "First door on the right at the top
of the stairs."

Jenny fumbled with the money. A thousand dollars and a ride in a limo at two in
the morning was enough to make a girl strip down and suck a cock at high noon in
the middle of Main Street. But not at this hour of the night.

"I can't even remember her last name," Jenny said, as she waited for Armond to
open the door for her.

She stepped out onto the sidewalk in the coolness of the summer night, kicked at
a runaway plastic cup and sucked in her breath. "This had better be worth a
thousand bucks."

She eased her way up the creaking steps. First door? Second door? Damn, which
door?

"Come in, Jenny," a woman's voice beckoned. "Join the party."

. . .

Jenny followed the voice and eased the door open. The scent of marijuana struck
her in the face. It was as though she had returned to the past ... one of those
love parties her father used to brag about.

In the corner, in a chair, sat a woman, half-hidden in the dark. "Hello, Jenny."

"Amy?"

"Yes, it's been awhile. I've missed you."

Jenny moved closer, somehow losing her fear in the soft voice of the woman she'd
made love with ... once, last winter. "Hi, again."

Amy Trowbridge motioned her to the arm of the chair. "Sit here. Let me feel your
ass again. You look sweet, girl."

Jenny caught her breath as she felt Amy's hand run up the inside of her
sweatshirt. "I didn't have time to get dressed up."

Amy slid her hand around Jenny's waist, up to her breasts and nudged her back
toward her. Jenny fell into Amy's lap, helpless. Amy's hand had found her right
nipple and was caressing it to hardness.

"You have to excuse me, Amy, but I'm not exactly in a horny mood right this
minute. I think you understand."

Amy kissed Jenny's neck and shoulder. "Sure. I can explain."

Jenny struggled to sit up, finally managing it. "That would be nice." She
fluffed at her hair and tugged at her sweatshirt. Amy's warm paw had felt good.
But under the circumstances ...."

"Smoke with me?"

Jenny shook her head. "Not until I get some answers. You gave me a thousand
dollars?"

"I just wanted you. I figured the money would lure you. I guess it worked." Amy
sat up on the chair and stretched her long legs. Her short skirt had ridden up
around her waist and Jenny noticed she wasn't wearing panties. Well, that makes
two of us, she told herself.

Jenny stood and turned to Amy, admiring her pussy and its well-shaven bush.

Amy's eyes lit up when she noticed Jenny was paying attention. The smile
punctuated a slender face, tanned by the summer sun. She was beautiful, just as
Jenny had remembered. "You owe me one."

"Owe you one, what?" Jenny stalked the room, finally returning to Amy's side,
where a hand found her ass and began stroking it.

"I ate you out, remember?"

Jenny smiled softly. "Oh, that. Sure, I can do you. Is that all I have to do?"

"For starters."

Jenny looked for a chair in the small room, decorated only with a small desk, a
double bed and a miniature refrigerator. "What the hell is this place? You live
here?"

Amy pulled Jenny closer. "You ask too many questions." Her face found Jenny's
crotch. She kissed at Jenny's jeans, moving up to find her navel. "Let's be
lovers again."

Jenny backed away. "Amy, tell me what this is all about. I came here at two in
the morning because I thought you were in trouble."

"So, you do care for me?"

"Well, I do care about people I ...."

"Fucked?" Amy's smile broadened. "That's a nice attribute. Women your age don't
have that much anymore."

"My age? I'm twenty-four, Amy. Old enough to know the difference between giving
a shit about somebody and ...."

"But still young enough to be lured out in the middle of the night by a handful
of money?"

Jenny looked down at Amy, admiring her close-cropped brown hair and even
neckline. "Have I done something really stupid?

. . .

Amy clutched the bedposts and spread her legs wider, twirling her fingers
through Jenny's soft blonde hair, pushing her face gently deeper and deeper into
her crotch. "Lick me, girl. Make me come."

Jenny's tongue had never moved faster or with more accuracy, licking here and
there, finding the perfect spot. With each gentle touch, Amy quivered more.
Jenny found herself engulfed by Amy's legs and sweet aromatic pussy.

"There, lick it there!"

Jenny complied, her tongue weaving its magic around Amy's clit, in and out, up
and down, dabbling, teasing, nurturing, loving.

"Don't stop!"

Jenny didn't intend to.

Amy gripped the bedposts harder now, quivered, and grew stiff. Her ass rose up
as she climaxed. She fell limp to the mattress, spent.

A final kiss punctuated the orgasm. Jenny and wiped her chin. "Now, are we
even?"

Amy slammed the pillow over her face and groaned. "Let me catch my breath."

Jenny sat up. The chilly room had turned her nipples to rocks. She didn't feel
horny ... she had already done that earlier, just thinking about Amy. Now, here
she was, in bed with her fantasy lover and wishing she had a cup of coffee.

"You have such lovely tits," Amy said, moving the pillow away. "I always wanted
boobs that stood out like that."

Jenny looked down at her chest. C-cups, firm, pointing out, nipples erect ...
yes, they were nice. Amy's tits were nice, too, not quite as pert, but soft and
warm, big enough. For a woman of forty, Amy looked all right.

"I'm just cold," Jenny said at last.

Amy motioned her close. "Come lie next to me."

Jenny slid down and perched her head on Amy's shoulder. She was greeted with a
tender kiss on the lips. "You feel all right now?"

Amy purred. "I want this to last forever."

Jenny heard the meaning. It was like a brand being burned into her. "Am I being
bought?"

Amy petted Jenny on the head, stroking her long hair with the tenderness of a
feather on tall grass. "Whatever gave you that notion?"

Jenny sighed and turned on her back. She pulled the sheet up over her chest.
Amy's hand followed it up, stroking her stomach and breasts as she followed
along Jenny's contour.

"Amy, there are still a lot of questions."

"In time, lover. Just spend the night with me and I'll tell you everything. So
far, you've not been harmed."

That was true. And the thousand dollars was worth a muff-diving expedition any
day. It had been two years since Jenny had tasted cunt. Amy's was a refreshingly
wonderful change from the usual load of semen.

But she felt her heart beat faster when she weighed the words. "So far, you're
right," she purred at Amy. "That leaves an opening, doesn't it?"

"Like, as you will be hurt?" Amy shook her head slowly and kissed Jenny on the
forehead. "You make your own destiny here, girl."

"I think I'd better go."

"That won't be possible just yet," Amy said, this time as though she were giving
an order.

Jenny's pulse quickened. She flopped back onto the bed next to Amy and felt a
warm hand slide up her back. "What's next, then?"

"Let me surprise you," Amy said.

END OF PART ONE