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4. New York Secret Lesbian Circle – The Party

(Maxine Santos becomes part of the Circle and goes to her first lesbian orgy.)

It was a mild Tuesday morning in New York City. The early sun, breaking through the clouds, warmed the granite pavement. It was almost the end of summer, but still unseasonably humid. Morning peak hour was coming to an end. The last office workers swiped their passes and entered the Manhattan buildings. While in a meeting with product managers, an alert from her mobile distracted Sandra Curtis. A faint smile flashed across her face as she spotted the incoming text on her cell phone. A long awaited message from Maxine Santos, asking for a meeting. Over the phone, she booked a table for two at her favorite lunch spot.

Closing her shop, finding new display- and warehouse space, setting up her website and backroom systems… It had been a very busy three weeks for Maxine Santos. At night, images of her late night sexual adventure at Kat’s warehouse (NYSLC 3), kept her restless and awake. In the darkness of her warm apartment, she would regularly kick off the bed sheets. Naked, she would curve her back and push up her chest. Her fingers would run through her pubic hair. They would rasp her jumping clit, and slide in between her sensitive labia, as she tried to mitigate the throbbing demands of her long hungry opening. Some nights she would leave the bed. In the darkness, she would stumble her way towards the fridge, looking for a glass of cold sparkling water. On wobbly legs, in the faint moonlight, she would spread herself on her large dark-grey sofa. Lying down with her legs wide open, the cold glass water bottle, sliding over her opening, would only provide temporary relief.

One morning, while doing inventory on her laptop, she studied her curves in front of the full-length mirror. Dressed in a tight fitting white shirt and skinny white jeans, she checked out the results of her stepped-up exercise regime. She slightly turned and glanced over her shoulder at her small hard bottom in her low-cut pants. She was slimmer and tighter now than she had ever been. Teasingly, she opened a few more buttons of her shirt. At a particular angle, you could easily see inside and glance at her small breasts. She looked at the sexy faint shadows of her nipples, pressing against the thin white fabric. She had become more comfortable with showing herself off. All she could think about was Sandra Curtis and her lesbian Circle. It had been her secret erotic motivation to work intensely on her fitness. While on the treadmill in the gym, she imagined the lesbian encounters awaiting her. She wanted to look good and be ready when she would text Sandra for an appointment.

‘The Residence’.

A meeting point for Manhattan’s social elite, ‘The Residence’ was only a few blocks away from the offices of Curtis Cosmetics. Managed by 48-year old CEO Janet Carmichael, this modern 13-level hotel offered deluxe rooms, luxury suites, and, on the top two floors, a dozen penthouse suites. ‘The Residence’ was renowned for its opulent luxury and high standards of service. Around noon, Sandra Curtis entered the lunchroom on the first floor. An immaculately dressed female waiter escorted her to her table. Slim and tomboyish, 18-year old Mexican girl Julia had recently started her new job. Dressed in a crisp, tight-fitting white shirt with high collar, dark grey vest and black dress pants, she epitomized the high quality standards of ‘The Residence’. She presented Sandra with the lunch menu and filled her sleek gold-rimmed glass with her favorite sparkling white wine.

In her dark business suit, Sandra Curtis made a conservative impression. The slim fifty-year old brunette was the arch-typical alpha female, with a confident look, and determined manner.

She slowly sampled her white wine as she scanned the busy room. Older lunchers occupied most of the tables. ‘The Residence’ was a popular address with the well-heeled. Apart from the older couples, there were corporate groups and lunching ladies. She recognized some of them as members of the Circle. She studied the young, elegantly dressed office girls, engaged in animated conversation. Their high maintenance attitude… and their arrogant demeanor. She knew many of them. She had seen them… nude… in, at times, very compromising situations.

Maxine Santos entered ‘The Residence’ and left the silent elevator on the first floor. Dressed in her short-sleeved, knee-length black chiffon dress, and holding her small silver purse, she went down the marble corridor towards the lunchroom. She found Sandra at her table in the far corner. “Oh, hello dear,” Sandra said, while exchanging air kisses. “Wonderful to see you again.” The female waiter moved her chair and filled her glass with sparkling wine. Maxine seated herself, and admired the crisp table linen, sleek glasses, silver cutlery and rolled napkins with thin gold rings. “How’s your internet operation going, Max? Did you get everything organised?” Maxine tasted her wine and nodded. “Yeah… I was very busy over the last three weeks but it’s now up and running. New premises, new website… and the sales are picking up too.” Sandra slowly leaned over. “I eh, I was waiting for your message, Max. You… you look very fit and trim. Have you been to the gym… did you lose weight?” “Yeah,“ Maxi replied. “I eh… I wanted to tighten up. I was looking forward to meeting you again… You know… the Circle… I was thinking about it…” A faint smile. Sandra had hoped for this to happen. She needed Maxine to ‘service’ her business contacts. The waitress arrived. They both ordered salads. “You know Max,” Sandra said, while sipping her wine. “The Circle has… certain rules. Every member, young or mature, takes care of her appearance. You know… watching their weight, going to the gym, getting a tan, being lean and tight. It’s an unwritten rule, but everybody knows it. That is why you meet so many of us at yoga or pilates.” Sandra laughed. “Together, we probably employ a whole army of personal trainers. But seriously… it’s non-negotiable.”

“Those who let themselves go… are out.”

Sandra slowly topped up her glass. “Also… manners… being social, stylish and good in conversation... all very helpful skills to have. Within the Circle, some ladies organise rendezvous, soirees, and occasional getaways. Some have a holiday house upstate. They use them for their… well… particular parties…” For a moment, Maxine’s mind wandered. She gazed into the lunchroom, and thought about her many restless nights, and her explicit dreams. She had often imagined those kind of… ‘parties’… Naked bodies in darkened rooms... Images of slowly writhing, anonymous flesh... Sandra’s voice sounded far away in the distance as it pulled her away from her thoughts. “Only certain girls are invited, Max. The good-looking girls… and those who are skilled and experienced.” The female waiter arrived at their table and served lunch. Sandra discretely gestured to someone at the other end of the room. Maxi, glass in hand, glanced over her shoulder. A middle-aged woman approached the table. “Janet, nice to see you, good of you to say ‘hello’. I know how busy you are… Oh, may I introduce you to Maxine Santos... Max, Ms. Janet Carmichael, CEO of this exclusive establishment…”

Janet Carmichael… 48-year old fitness junkie, slim, tanned, toned arms, distinct jaw line, with short dark brunette curls. An alpha female with a hot, predatory streak.

She moved one of the chairs and sat herself next to Max at the table. Maxine’s eyes wandered over her sleeveless, figure hugging white designer dress and well-trained tanned physique. She remembered Sandra’s words… about the Circle’s unwritten code. She noticed Janet’s thick gold chain necklace, and similar gold bands on her wrists. She quietly observed her, while sampling her salad. “Hmmm, Ms Santos… Have we met before? Somehow you look familiar to me...” She glanced at Max. She took in Maxine’s appearance while searching her brain. She slowly ran her long tanned fingers down Maxi’s arm. “Yes… yes, now I know... lingerie and beachwear store, a few blocks from here…” Maxine benignly smiled. “Yes… yes, I remember you too. You were in my store several times. I recently moved. It’s now one block up. The red building… first floor.” Janet nodded. She knew the area, and made a mental note for herself. While sipping from her sleek wine glass, Sandra observed the two in conversation. How they made eye contact, smiled, their fingers touching. They were obviously connecting with each other. “So, tell me Sandra… Is Ms Santos one of your… well… ‘assistants’…?” Sandra just faintly smiled and looked at Max. “Yes… yes, I guess she is… but more on a… freelance basis…” Janet Carmichael just looked mischievously at Maxine. She however managed to keep her improper thoughts to herself. Sandra changed the topic. “I eh… I’m looking for a venue for a small evening soiree… how are your renovations going?” Janet’s eyes lit up, as she lifted her glass. “Almost done Sandra. It’s close to being finished. The workmen should wrap it up in two weeks. They’re working on the top floor… level 13, the last 3 penthouses. Level 12 is finished. Cleaned and furnished, it has already been booked solid.”

“Could we… could we use that unfinished floor maybe? We’ll just improvise our way around it…” Janet nodded. “Yeah, that would be possible. To be honest, it feels like it has taken years off my life. I’ve felt stressed for weeks. I really need to find a way to unwind. I need a release.”

“Oh, I think I can organize that,” Sandra said casually, while handing her American Express card to the female waiter. They were ready to leave as Sandra turned to Janet. “Will you eh… attend Erika Lim’s party tonight? She has a sort of a ‘get together’ at her apartment. I think dress code is just casual.” Maxine noticed a faint smile, flashing across Janet’s face. “Of course I will, Sandra. I’ll be there with another girl. We will be a bit later though, say, just after ten. I first have to hand over operations to the night shift. Will you be there Sandra… and you Maxine?” Sandra nodded. “Yeah, we both go… I might bring Bebe Lazaro too (NYSLC 1). You remember Bebe?” Janet leaned over; “Do I remember her?” she whispered. “She was incredible… a great fuck. I would love to see her again…”

Leaving the lunchroom, Maxine glanced behind her at the two ladies, as she went ahead towards the elevator. While slowly following her, they both studied her curves. “Attractive woman you have there, Sandra,” Janet said. Sandra just nodded. “Yeah… Brazilian… You know about her beachwear shop, a few blocks from here. I met her at yoga. I had known her for some time. Just like you, I was a customer, just business. When I was there, I always ran my eyes over her curves. I imagined what she would look like… naked. I was trying to find a way to somehow talk her out of her clothes. About a month ago, I finally managed to recruit her. I sensed that she would be interested. You know, that particular kind of vibe... She finally stripped naked for me. She ‘helped me’ with Kat… my distributor (NYSLC 3). She wants into the Circle. She’s very willing and open-minded.” Sandra slowly turned to Janet. “I’m eh… I’m lining up appointments for her. I eh… I can make her available for you… you can bed her anytime you want.” For a moment, Janet silently stared at Maxine. Her stylish walk, her dark curls. There were all kinds of filthy thoughts racing through her mind. “Does eh… does she know about Erika Lim… her eh… her so called… ‘parties’?” Sandra mysteriously smiled. “Eh… no… no she doesn’t. She’s still quite new to all this. I think she will like it… I am sure she will.”

Observing Maxine, imagining herself naked between her legs… scissoring, riding her… Janet looked a bit flustered. She sounded short of breath. “I’ll eh… I’ll make you a deal, Sandra. You host your soiree on the top floor. In return, you let me fuck Maxine. I also need her to eh… well… ‘service’… some of my staff. My evening shift deserves a reward. They have been very busy lately. Nine girls… Mexicans and a few Filipinos. They know about the Circle. We all live by its rules. So, all of them are fit and clean. I’ll text you the date and time. I have to organize it when they’re all here. When she can ‘service’ one after the other as they come off duty.” Sandra just nodded. She typed a quick reminder into her phone. She wondered if Janet had bedded all those girls, but deep down she knew the answer. The elevator doors closed. Janet leaned against the wall, next to Maxine. Her fingers ran through Max’s hair, and gently touched her face. “I eh… I think we will soon get to know each other… intimately… Maxine,” she whispered. Max felt feverish and on edge. She gazed at her and showed just a hint of a smile. She studied Janet’s features. Her distinct lightly tanned face, her piercing blue eyes, her short dark brown curls, her thin lips, her soft red tongue, her perfect veneers. She followed Janet’s long fingers sliding down her neck, teasingly running over her chest. Her solid rings, her golden wristbands. She though about what it would be like… naked, in bed with her. Their mouths locked onto each other, their lips sliding, their tongues fighting. The taste of her saliva, her clean breath. Together kissing… licking… grinding… coming… The opening doors disrupted her thoughts. The three of them stepped out of the elevator, into the lobby.

It was 2pm. Sandra Carter and Maxine Santos left ‘The Residence’ Hotel. Valet staff held open the door as they stepped into a waiting taxi. The slow moving, heavy afternoon traffic. The clicking of the indicators. The quietness of the car. For a while, both women were in thoughts.

Sandra thought about her conversation with Janet Carmichael. She needed Maxine to get into bed with her. First of all, she was looking for a venue at no cost for her soiree. She also had many out-of-state business contacts visiting New York. She would ask Janet for a hefty discount on their accommodation. It would save her a fortune.

Her mind turned to Erika Lim’s party. She and her husband Dominique were major financiers. In the changing landscape after the GFC, the capital markets were still quite constrained. Her imported container loads of cosmetics from Asia arrived for distribution at Kat’s warehouse. Her overseas manufacturers demanded payment in advance. To finance her imports, she needed alternative sources of funding. Maxine’s skills in bed would put her in the good books with Erika and her husband. Sandra had heard rumours. Apparently, the Lim couple were experienced swingers. Sandra envisaged Maxine ‘servicing’ Erika, or both of them, as a couple. And if it would serve her interests… possibly their many swinger friends.

“Erika Lim… that party tonight… What will it be like?”

Maxine’s whispering voice broke the silence. It dragged Sandra back to reality. She slowly turned and glanced at her. “Erika Lim,” she said with a hushed voice… “Erika Lim is the bi-sexual middle-aged Japanese wife of a loaded Wall Street banker. They live in a large apartment in Manhattan on the fifteenth floor. Four bedrooms, five bathrooms, large black build-in Jacuzzi. Concrete floors, dark walls, minimalist interior, large wrap-around balcony area.”

“Is it a… Is it a… sex party…?” Maxine whispered, close to Sandra’s ear. Sandra faintly nodded. She moved closer. “Yes… yes, your first one, Max,” Sandra spoke softly. “I’ve heard her husband is overseas on business, so it will be a lesbian get together, totally geared towards Erika. She knows many young lesbian girls. She knows their ‘hangouts’. And she really likes tomboys. She invites the brazen and uninhibited ones. They’re the party starters. Gradually everyone gets in the mood, piles into the Jacuzzi and… well… things happen... Later on, it all moves to the dark bedrooms. She has lots of toys and aphrodisiacs. She’s a well-stocked lady. There’s even a bit of… ‘white stuff’… in the bathrooms. Sometimes they go outside, on the large balcony, but that’s more for the… eh… exhibitionists.”

“I always love her parties… I like to observe all that… You know me… I like to watch…”

On the taxi’s back seat, Sandra glanced down at Maxine’s legs… how she repeatedly, restlessly, crossed them and squeezed them tightly together. Stuck in traffic, the jaded older taxi driver glanced at his two passengers through his centre mirror. His eyes followed the older woman’s bejewelled hand… How it slowly slid under the short black dress, and between the folded legs, of her younger companion. He focused on the younger woman’s response. She didn’t resist but just slightly jolted. The taxi driver read her face. With her slightly opened lips and half-closed eyes, she definitely enjoyed it. It was obvious to him that these two elegant ladies were more than just colleagues or friends…

“A new experience, you will love this Max,” Sandra whispered. “It will go on until the early hours of the morning, so… go home and have a rest. I’ll pick you up with the limo around eight. Dress code is casual… you know… something like jeans and a shirt… something you can take off easily… You’ll be naked most of the night anyway…” The taxi stopped. For a moment, Maxine glanced at Sandra. She opened the door and quickly left. She went up the stairs to her apartment. She leaned on the inside against her closed door. Sexy Janet Carmichael… and visions of Erika Lim’s sex party… her steaming Jacuzzi, all those naked, grinding girls… all those hands, fingers, lips... tongues… It all washed through her mind. Her fingers crept downwards, under her short black dress. They went deep inside her panties, rubbing her jumping clit. Her breath became irregular. Her mouth felt dry. She closed her eyes.

Meanwhile outside, Sandra’s taxi slowly pulled into traffic and returned to Manhattan.

It was around 7pm. Maxine was at home in her apartment, in one of the outer boroughs of New York. Despite being the final days of summer, it was still warm and humid. Just out of the shower and gleaming wet, she had slipped into an oversized white shirt. Casually, she left it unbuttoned. As she moved, the thin fabric swirled around her naked body. Holding her glass with cold sparkling water and lemon, she opened the balcony doors and leaned almost naked in the darkness on the wrought iron balustrade. Occasionally a lone car or pedestrian would pass by on the dark street below. She was thinking about what had happened that afternoon. And about what she would experience tonight. From her vantage point on the third floor, she could see the glowing lights of Manhattan’s tall buildings. Somewhere over there, she visualized Erika’s apartment.

In the darkness, around 8pm, a large black limo arrived outside her brownstone block. Maxine, dressed in her oversized white shirt, skinny white jeans, and brown woven beach shoes, opened the large passenger door and stepped inside. Max seated herself onto the large black leather back seat, next to a young smiling blonde. From the driver’s seat, Sandra Curtis slightly turned, and looked over shoulder. “Good evening, Maxine. May I introduce you to Bebe Lazaro… You two haven’t met yet, have you?” The two girls introduced themselves, and gave each other a small kiss on the lips. Bebe, dressed in a tight silver designer t-shirt and blue jeans, loved the sight of Max’s oversized half-open white shirt. She could see straight inside. “Oh Sandra, you didn’t tell me she was that gorgeous…” Sandra glanced in her rear view mirror and smiled. The limo slowly moved back into traffic and floated down the road, towards Manhattan.

“Well, now you know, Beeb. I’ve put some champagne in one of the compartments.” Bebe reached over and found the large bottle and two flutes. Maxine observed the blonde 20-year old. Her petit frame, her toned curves, her small breasts, her trendy short blond hair. Sandra had occasionally dropped her name in conversation. Apparently, she was very good in bed, and quite experienced. Minutes later the girls made themselves comfortable on the large back seat. They had a whispered conversation while sipping champagne. The quiet limo cruised over the dark highway in light traffic. Through her centre mirror, Sandra occasionally glanced at Bebe and Maxine. “Why eh… why don’t you two warm each other up,” Sandra suggested from behind the wheel. “Get to know each other a bit better…” The two girls looked at her and each other, and slowly put their glasses in the door’s cup holders. Sandra watched them slowly lock lips. Maxine’s fingers ran through Bebe’s short chaotic blond hair as both of them pressed their open mouths firmer onto each other. Bebe’s lips wandered down her neck. Maxine felt her fingers, releasing the last buttons of her white shirt. She raised her chest as hands squeezed her small flat breasts, and lips sucked her rock hard nipples.

Max looked down as Bebe’s fingers unbuttoned her white jeans and slowly pulled down her zipper. “Yeah Bebe, oh god yeah,” Maxine whispered as she felt her touch. She opened her legs wider, accommodating the blonde’s hand, slipping inside. “Hmmm, no panties…” Bebe murmured. Maxine felt her fingers, roaming through her pubic hair, sliding around the edges of her long warm slit. She raised her midriff and tempted to fuck those teasing fingers. The limo drove through the quiet streets of Manhattan. Stationary at a traffic light, Sandra glanced in her inside mirror. On the backseat, the two girls were rocking their hips, grinding into each other.

The large black car slowly turned into an underground car park. Sandra typed in a code at the boom gates and maneuvered the long vehicle into one of Erika Lim’s many parking spots. With their legs intertwined, the girls were still kissing each other as she opened one of the large back doors. “Lets go ladies,” she whispered softly. “There’s a lot more of that going on upstairs.” Both of them left the limo and, for a moment, leaned against a nearby wall. Sandra quietly observed them. They looked a bit disheveled, with their jeans half open. She reached out between the girls’ legs and slowly pulled up their zippers. “Lets go upstairs, ladies. The party probably has already started. They need your bodies.”

The three of them made their way towards the elevator. Sandra looked at Maxine and squeezed her hand. She felt her nervousness. It would be her first lesbian sex party. She didn’t know what to expect. What would those people be like up there? Would she be able to fit in? She slightly trembled and shivered. The unknown made her anxious. In the elevator, Sandra smiled and glanced at Bebe, as she caressed Maxine’s face. “Try to chill, Max. When we get there, drink some champagne. Look around the apartment, and just observe it for a while. If you like what you see, slowly ease into it.” The silent elevator doors opened. Down the marble corridor with a thick red carpet runner, was Erika Lim’s apartment.

Sandra pressed the buzzer.

The hostess of the night herself answered the door and recognized her immediately. “Oh Sandra, good to see you. Welcome. Great you could make it.” Maxine and Bebe looked on as the two ladies hugged. “Thank you for inviting us, Erika. You know Bebe…” Maxine was in thoughts, as blonde Bebe Lazaro and Erika kissed each other on the lips. It was obvious to her they knew each other, probably intimately. She studied Erika’s appearance. She was an older woman with Asian features. She was slim and lean, probably through a rigorous workout regime. She wore a short white wrap-around beach cover, which left little to the imagination.

“Hmmm, Sandra… You want to introduce me to your lovely friend here?” Maxine tried to focus. “I’m sorry, Erika… this is Maxine. You know her probably. She owns that beachwear shop, a few blocks down from here.” The two exchanged air kisses. “Just lovely to meet you, my dear. I do know your shop. I’ve been there a few times and seen you there. You also sell lingerie, don’t you?” Maxine just politely smiled and nodded. She had many customers. She couldn’t remember everyone. Erika closed the door behind them. The four of them moved down the long darkened hallway. Faint, Arabic sounding music, was playing in the background. She looked at the interior and remembered Sandra’s words. Concrete floor, dark walls, sparse lighting. Very minimalist indeed.

The main lounge was no different. The large black Jacuzzi, in front of the balcony’s glass sliding doors, dominated the space. The wide glass frontage, with its large wrap-around balcony, showed Manhattan’s nighttime skyline in all its splendor. Nearby high-rise buildings, with their illuminated windows, gave depth to the scenery. Maxine’s eyes wandered to her right, to the large black leather sofa combination with several oversized ottomans. In between the seating arrangements were several small soft white lights and small side tables, loaded with champagne and finger food. On her left, more ottomans, and a narrow hallway, probably leading to the many bedrooms. A hand on her arm distracted her. “Here you are my dear.” Sandra handed her a glass of champagne. “Why don’t you have a look around… We’ll be over there, on the sofa.”

Max nervously wandered in between the many dark leather ottomans. She counted about fifteen guests. They sat in little groups of two or three. Some of them were outside on the balcony, admiring the evening view. While conversing and sipping champagne, they glanced at the large black Jacuzzi, with the panoramic evening city lights as its backdrop. The Jets kept the bubbling, rushing water in constant motion. Two underwater lights colored it a shade of turquoise. The barely visible rising steam fogged up some of the floor-to-ceiling windows behind it. On both sides, the sliding doors were open. The warm breeze carried most of the moisture outside. Around the Jacuzzi, black futon mats covered the dark tiled floor.

For a moment, Maxine’s mind wandered. She imagined herself with several girls in the rushing warm water. Their lips on hers, their hands sliding over her warm skin, in between her legs. Dripping wet, she would lift herself on the black edge and open herself up for them. She imagined the girls’ eyes, staring at her pubic hair and long open vagina. With two fingers she would open her labia, giving them a view of her soft pink flesh. She would slowly rub her clit, and encourage them to ‘come and get it’. She would offer them her hot slit at the edge of the Jacuzzi. She would look down and watch their many hands creep up her midriff. Several lips and tongues would lick the inside of her thighs and congregate around her open vagina. Breathless with anticipation, she would lift her hips. She would create little fuck movements with her midriff, accommodating the fingers and tongues jostling for position in between her shaking legs. Eagerly, she would try to feed them, as they crowded into her hot opening.

Maxine leaned against the dark back wall. She observed the ladies in the lounge and on the balcony, sipping champagne. With one hand holding her glass, the other one crept downwards, between her squeezing legs. Feeling feverish and short of breath, her fingers were pushing against the fabric of her white jeans. Sandra and Erika casually observed her from a distance. “Interesting girl you’ve got there, Sandra,” Erika whispered. “She’s in her late twenties, early thirties, isn’t she? I know her from her shop, a few blocks down. Every time I went there, I couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful curves in those tight jeans… and that sexy space between her legs…” In thoughts, she sipped her champagne and stared at Maxine. “I can’t wait for her to take her clothes off. I always wanted to see her naked. I wonder what she tastes like...” She leaned sideways, her lips closer to Sandra’s ear. “She’s new to this, isn’t she?” For a few seconds both of them looked at her in silence. “Yeah,” Sandra murmured. “Yeah, very new… you can see she’s a bit nervous… she needs time to get used to it. She’s very willing though. She will be a hot fucker and very much in demand.”

While in conversation, they both watched Maxine, as she disappeared into the hallway, towards the bedrooms. She touched the dark walls as she slowly went down the corridor. The rooms all looked the same to her. Some were bigger, some smaller, some with mirrors. All had the same futon beds. She hesitantly went into one. Two obscured small lights behind the headboard illuminated the back wall in a red hue. She moved around the large bed and glanced at the mirror above her, on the ceiling. There was a long side table against one of the walls. She looked at an assortment of lube, condoms and dildos, neatly lined up in rows. Maxine’s long fingers slowly slid over the edge of the sleek table, and hooked into a black leather strap-on harness. She had only seen something like that in pictures, but never in real life. She imagined one of the elegant girls in the lounge, wearing this, indiscriminately fucking her with one of these big black dildos, stuffing it into her throbbing vagina. What would it feel like, a big thing like that, rubbing her on the inside? How deep would it go? Would it reach all the right places?

In thoughts, she looked at the polished concrete floor, the dark walls, the large bed, the red light and ceiling mirror. This was the real thing. She had imagined something like this many times. At night, naked in her dark lounge… when she opened her legs wide… when she plunged her fingers into her hot opening… when she touched herself on the sofa… when she really needed to fuck, but there was no one around… This somehow looked different though. This reality… It felt more confronting to her. The lube, the dildos, the strapons… Erika Lim’s apartment… For the first time she was in a place like this… a place designed for hardcore sex… for lesbian orgies…

She thought about what she had just seen. She glanced behind her as she left the hallway and returned to the lounge. She observed the ladies on the s**ttered ottomans… In her absence, the atmosphere had somehow changed. Along the back wall, she slowly moved towards Sandra, on the large sofa. All the time her eyes were fixated on the Jacuzzi. Lean and tomboyish with short buzz cuts, four young girls were grouping together in the swirling turquoise water. The underwater lights made the rushing liquid sparkle. Deep down in the restlessly moving water, their arms and hands appeared as shadows, sliding in between each other’s legs.

While observing them, Maxine thought about Sandra’s words in the taxi and the Circle’s unwritten rules.

She slowly sat herself on the dark leather ottoman, opposite Erika, Sandra and Bebe. Carefully she placed her empty glass on a small side table, next to several half-empty champagne bottles. She glanced over her shoulder towards the large black Jacuzzi, and imagined herself down there, in the warm water, between those four young naked grinding girls. She would have to take her clothes off. Everyone would see her nude. She didn’t know if she would be up for it.

It would require courage…

Maxine decided on small steps. She would ignore the others in the lounge. She would focus on Erika, and reduce the size of her world. “Ms Lim,” Maxine whispered while pointing at the Jacuzzi... “Those girls?” Erika looked at Maxine and just faintly nodded. “Yeah… they’re, what you call, ‘party starters’. I eh… I regularly go around town… looking for new girls… I know a lot of lesbian ‘hangouts’ in the greater New York area. Bars, clubs, alley ways, private places…” Erika glanced to her left. “You know those places, don’t you Beeb?” A faint smile flashed across Bebe’s face... “Yeah… yeah I’ve seen a few of them…” Maxine glanced at Bebe. They both followed Erika’s hand, how it rested on Bebe’s legs, and slowly slid in between her gap. She leaned over to her and mischievously smiled. “Hmmm, I think its time for you to get rid of those clothes, Beeb… I want to see you naked and wet, in between those four girls…”

Bebe looked at Erika with a faint smile. She had been to these kind of parties before, and didn’t mind taking her clothes off. She slowly reached over to Maxine. Her whispering lips were close to Max’s ear. “I’ll go first Max… why don’t you join me?” Max just gazed at her. She followed Bebe’s fingers, how they slowly lifted her silver t-shirt over her head. Max stared at her small hard breasts and pink nipples. She stepped out of her shoes and jeans. Bebe glanced over her shoulder towards Maxine as she moved barefoot and stark naked towards the Jacuzzi. Maxine’s eyes followed her nude short frame, her lean tanned body, her hard buttocks, the supple way it all moved. How she dipped her toes and slowly stepped into the warm rushing water. How the four girls surrounded her.

Bebe’s lead was the trigger Maxine needed. She narrowed her world down to the sofa and the corridor towards the Jacuzzi. The rest of the lounge seized to exist. Her eyes met with Erika’s. With her long fingers, she released the few buttons of her shirt. Standing in front of her, she slowly opened her white jeans’ button and pulled down the zipper. She followed Erika’s brazen hand as it ran down her flat midriff, into her open pants. Maxine felt her fingers, sliding and probing in between her legs, and slightly moved her hips. She slowly slid off her shirt, and stepped out of her shoes and pants. Stark naked, she teasingly turned around and looked at Erika, while showing off her curves. The older Japanese woman stared at her, and silently approved of Maxine’s naked flesh. Her stretched out long fingers ran over Max’s midriff and swirled through her dark pubic hair. “Hmmm… she’s got a lovely body, Sandra,” Erika whispered while leaning over. Sandra sipped her champagne and silently agreed. She had seen Maxine nude before and was familiar with her features. Her lovely tan, her small flat breasts, her dark nipples, her hard midriff and long legs, her strips of black pubic hair around her vagina... Late at night, in the rear view mirror of her limo, she had seen her open slit and jumping red clit as she masturbated on the back seat.

Max deliberately ignored the many eyes from across the lounge, following her every naked move. As she turned, Erika’s fingers slid over her hips, down her back, and over her hard buttocks. She felt the woman’s hand from behind, slowly moving up in between her leg gap, her fingers gently touching her labia. Max slowly rocked her midriff, riding the older woman’s invasive fingers while trying to re-focus on the Jacuzzi. She slowly started to move away and followed Bebe’s footsteps towards the sizzling water. She entered the rushing streams and leaned on the edge. The jet flows rushed over her skin. She gazed at the girls, and Bebe. Their locked-in lips. The many hands, touching and squeezing her supple tanned flesh. She stared into the surging water. The shadows of arms, hands and fingers, wandering into inappropriate places.

From the sofa, Erika and Sandra had a good view of Bebe and Maxine in the Jacuzzi. In the lounge, the atmosphere was slowly changing. Mesmerized by what happened in front of them, some girls decided to be part of it. They slowly took off their clothes and carefully entered the churning turquoise water. Under the surface, there were more hands, and more fingers… They were all searching… probing... Maxine felt them everywhere. There were different mouths sliding over hers… the playful tongues, licking her hard nipples. There were so many girls, all eager to kiss, and feel her up where ever they could. She loved the stimulation and pushed up her chest. She didn’t know any of them, but did it really matter? Some of them left the Jacuzzi and, dripping wet, moved into the direction of the bedrooms. Max looked at their gleaming naked flesh and bare footsteps, the wet imprints they made on the concrete floor.

For a moment, she glanced towards the hallway and thought about Janet.

Janet Carmichael handed over The Residence’s operations to the night shift. Together with Julia, her 18-year old waiter, she stepped into a taxi. Around 10.45pm the buzzer sounded at Erika Lim’s apartment. Erika let in her late arrivals and escorted them down the hallway. “I see the party is already in full swing,” Janet said when entering the lounge. “Yeah,” Erika replied. “I found some tomboys who were willing to be the ‘party starters’ and Sandra’s girls joined in. From there on, it all happened.” “Hmmm, Sandra’s girls… you mean… Bebe, and Maxine… that woman from the beachwear shop?” Erika nodded. The three of them sampled their champagne and casually observed the nude scissoring girls in the Jacuzzi. “Yeah, Maxine… she’s quite something,” Erika said. “Sandra has got an eye for those kind of girls. You know… the ones who, given the chance, will go all night…”

For a moment, the three watched in silence the lesbian fucking, in and around the swirling turquoise water of the black Jacuzzi. “I think she is in one of the bedrooms,” Erika said while slowly moving in the direction of the hallway. “I saw her leave the Jacuzzi, naked and very wet.” Janet and Julia followed Erika into the narrow corridor. They went into some of the bedrooms, looking for Maxine. The third one they entered had about seven girls on the black futon bed. In the faint red light, they slowly moved around a pile of bodies, riding into each other. The smells and sounds of hot sex surrounded them. In the faint red glow, it was difficult to determine which arms and legs belonged to whom. After watching the lesbian orgy for a while, they finally spotted Maxine. She was somewhere down there, underneath a very young girl she didn’t know, in between her wide-open legs, her tongue deep into the girl’s clean-shaven vagina… Maxine eagerly licked and sucked on the soft flesh. She had always thought about doing something with other young girls, but the opportunity never presented itself. With her mouth and nose pressing into the girl’s slit, she tried to get deeper inside with her flicking tongue. She felt hands, pushing her legs wider apart. She couldn’t see who was down there, but to her it didn’t matter. She raised her midriff and moved her hips, as she felt them sucking the throbbing flesh around her long red vagina.

Janet and Julia glanced at Erika as she slowly took off her white wrap-around sheet. Being the party host, she would be the first one to have Maxine between her legs. They watched how the Japanese woman carefully mounted the futon in the semi-darkness. She held onto the headboard as she faced the wall and deeply squatted over Maxine’s face. Max glanced upwards and slightly raised her head. From her open mouth, her tongue curled and flicked upwards as she greedily awaited another hot vagina, descending onto her face. In the faint red light, she suspected this was an older lady, as she tasted and sucked the larger labia with her lips. With her nose close to the woman’s flesh, she smelled the insides of her long warm slit. Her tongue ran along the cavity edges, playfully lapping at the stiff red clit right above her. Erika’s stark-naked, squatting body, slightly jerked. She was already hot and very wet from what she had seen earlier tonight. It would take very little, to drive her over the edge. With her eyes half-closed, her breathing became more irregular. She felt Maxine’s mouth underneath her, exploring her long open vagina. In her past, many girls had eaten her older slit, but with Maxine between her legs… her long tongue deep inside, sliding over her ultra sensitive meat… she looked over her shoulder at the dark orgy and down at Maxine’s shadow underneath her. With slight fuck movements, the Japanese woman rode her long wet opening over Maxine’s face. The grinding became more intense. She grabbed Max by the back of the head and pushed her open vagina tighter onto Max’s frantically flicking tongue. Meanwhile, Maxine’s midriff was gyrating in mid air under the onslaught of the many strange lips and fingers, stimulating her hard jumping clit and labia.

Close to the edge of the bed, Janet slowly unzipped the back of her white body-hugging designer dress. She carefully slid it off while focusing on Erika, riding Maxine’s face. The Japanese woman’s lean body suddenly tensed up. Janet heard her loud moan as her hard buttocks tightened up in small jerky movements. She uncontrollably trembled as she pushed her twitching slit into Max’s face. With open mouth, she threw her head backwards. Her body released all the sexual energy it had built up during the evening. Her wetness coated Maxine’s face. Her orgasm quickly traveled upwards. The chemicals hitting her brain expanded her veins, and made her feel dizzy. She slowly sank down on the bed next to Maxine and kissed her wet face. “Oh god Maxine…,” she whispered out of breath.

“You sure know how to eat cunt…”

Maxine just looked at her with dazed eyes. She was sweating, her tanned face had turned slightly red. Between her legs, the girls had found her sweet spot and had fingered and licked her burning red slit over the edge. She was just coming down from her own orgasm. She felt the burning red knob of her clit… how it still slightly jumped. The strange girls surely did a thorough job on it. “Erika, is… is that you? I eh… I didn’t know… did I make you come?” Erika just faintly smiled. “Yeah baby… yeah you sure did.” She slowly planted her open mouth onto Maxine’s. Her hot breath, her soft lips, her saliva, her swirling tongue. The two women held each other by the back of the head, and pressed their mouths tightly onto each other. As they finally released, Erika slid her tongue down Maxine’s neck and over her breasts. Her lips latched onto those hard dark nipples. Her hand ran down Max’s hard midriff, into her dark pubic hair. Here she finally had the chance to grope Maxine. To feel up her body, to slide her hand between those long tanned legs. To grab her genitals. To finger this woman’s long slit. Eventually she had to give up her little indulgence, as the others again moved in. Several were riding up against Maxine from both sides, their hands roaming over her tanned flesh, squeezing her small breasts. Simultaneously a girl was slowly coming down in between her wide-open legs, grinding and banging her, her lips sucking on Maxine’s neck. Max desperately needed to get away. She was sore and exhausted. Her body needed the soothing hot water of the Jacuzzi.

In the darkness, a naked woman leaned against one of the walls. Wearing only her gold chain swinger necklace and matching armbands, Janet slightly squatted and slid her fingers through her deliciously twitching vagina as she stared at the moving pile of bodies. She had been to many fuck parties, but she never grew tired of watching all this. She glanced at Maxine, who slowly extracted herself from the bed. Naked and disheveled, Max stumbled towards one of the walls. She needed to take a break. She had finally managed to get away. Away from the groping hands… away from the invasive tongues and probing fingers. Dazed and exhausted, she turned around to see Erika take her place. The Japanese woman opened up her legs wide. In the semi-darkness, several naked girls slid up to her from both sides. Their tongues licked the inside of her thighs, and gathered in the middle to eat her long worn-out vagina. They were eager to service the hostess of the night.

Maxine squeezed her small breasts while watching the hot lesbian orgy on the futon with half-closed eyes. Her naked skin was glowing. She felt breathless, her mouth and lips felt dry. This was something she had seen in her dreams. Those lonely restless nights… when she would furiously finger her hot long slit. When she would visualise what was now right in front of her. She never knew where to find all this. Now, the sounds and smells of frantic naked flesh were everywhere.

A shadow moved next to her. A hand reached out and caressed her face. It slightly tilted her head. An open mouth pushed itself onto hers. As in a haze, she locked her mouth onto those strange wet lips. They slid over each other as the angle changed. Finally they disengaged. “You did well on the bed, Maxine…” She recognized the whispering voice close to her ear. “I thought about you all afternoon. I really needed to fuck you…” Max’s fingers ran through Janet Carmichael’s short dark curls. They traveled further down, exploring Janet’s hard gym-toned flesh. They found their way in between her legs, sliding over her clean-shaven vagina. Janet’s fingers made Maxine jump. The area down there was still way too sore. Janet knew. She had watched the girls on the futon, their tongues jockeying for position, trying to get into Max’s long red vagina. She slowly slid two lubricated fingers up and down in between her labia, carefully avoiding her rock hard clit. The two women squatted slightly to accommodate each other. They slowly rocked their midriffs as they finger-fucked each other in a dark corner of the room.

It was 2am, and dark and quiet in Manhattan. A few taxis cruised the deserted yellow streets, down below from Erika Lim’s apartment, on the fifteenth floor.

The orgy on the futon bed had slowed down. Maxine and Janet left the room and, naked with their fingers intertwined, retreated to the Jacuzzi. In the door opening, they glanced over their shoulder at the many bodies on the bed. A young heavily tanned naked girl, facing the headboard, squatted over Erika Lim’s face. Maxine recognized the immaculate female waiter of ‘The Residence’. Her short chaotic black hair, her lean physique. She followed Erika’s hands, how they pushed open her small arse cheeks. Her lapping tongue slid in between her tight little buttocks, down through her clean-shaven, dark open slit. “Hmmm, lovely girl, isn’t she…” Max heard Janet’s voice, whispering close to her ear. “That’s Julia… my favorite little waiter. You will like the taste of her. Remind me to introduce you two.”

The lounge was a mess.

Empty champagne bottles and glasses crowded the side tables and littered the floor. Discarded clothes covered the ottomans. Around the Jacuzzi, the tiled dark floor and black futons were wet from the splashing water and spilled champagne. The floor-to-ceiling windows had partially fogged up. Upon entering the swirling water, Janet and Maxine observed the three very young girls, dreamily hanging off the Jacuzzi’s black edge. They looked like tomboys, with their short hairstyles, tattoos and piercings. Janet pointed to a small side table with some white lines on it. “They’re plastered and out of it,” she whispered with a slight grin. Maxine slowly immersed herself into the sparkling bubbly water. The underwater jets made it whirl and surge all around her. Janet floated next to her. They both stared at the three naked girls on the opposite side.

“Maxine,” Janet said with a soft voice… “Let’s fuck them… They’re barely eighteen. Look at their glazed eyes. They’re on a high. We’ll go over to them. We don’t ask them anything… we simply take what we want.” Maxine glanced at her. She looked at Janet’s appearance. Despite being sexually attracted to her, she had read her unsettling predatory streak since they first met. The attitude of brazenly taking advantage without asking. At times, it was standing in front of her like a dark shadow. This was one of those moments where it showed itself. Hanging off the Jacuzzi’s black edge, she casually observed Janet, taking the initiative, slowly drifting through the swirling jet streams towards the three girls on the other side.

Young 18-year old Amy Atkins lived with her parents in a townhouse on the Lower East Side of New York. Her father, James Atkins, was an accountant. Her mother Louise worked in marketing. Amy had graduated from college and had received her acceptance letter from NYU. There were still a couple of weeks to go before her induction day and the commencement of her business management studies. Her piercings and tattoos, and her short blond chaotic hair… it all annoyed her parents. They kept on asking her ’why’ and telling her to ‘change into something more respectable’… At fifteen, she had discovered her bisexual tendencies, but never told her mother about it. She thought it would be a temporary thing… And her mum would probably freak out, if she would know about half the things she had been into.

She couldn’t tell her it was her way of fitting into an underground scene of grunge lesbians and bisexuals. She would frequently meet her friends and new people in bars, basements and private rooms. Together they would get drunk, use ‘some white lines’ and end up in bed. Some of those people, who were at night in between her legs, were just strangers to her. But it didn’t really matter. Her sexuality ruled her. Everything she did, was serving the one purpose. She just needed to fuck… anytime… all the time. On a few of those occasions she was just plainly ‘out if it’. She would remember the groupsex, all those throbbing vaginas and hard pounding cocks, as something that happened in a haze. One night, a few weeks ago, her girlfriends told her about this middle-aged Asian woman. She would regularly turn up at their ‘hangouts’. She was bisexual herself. Occasionally she would invite some of them over to her apartment. They would meet up for the night with her and her husband.

It sparked Amy’s curiosity.

She told her friends of her interest in meeting her. A week later, she received a text on her mobile. She hurried to the mentioned location, and met up with Erika Lim. Dressed in red trainers, faded ripped jeans and a tight black t-shirt, Amy’s tomboyish appearance received Erika’s ‘nod of approval’. Together with her two closest friends, they would be the ‘party starters’ in her Jacuzzi.

She told her mum she would be at a friends’ sleepover and would be home the next day. She didn’t mention Erika’s sex party, the intoxicating ‘white lines’ or the midnight orgy she would be in.

Leaning with their backs against the side of the Jacuzzi, the three of them lazily gazed at the older woman approaching them. They glanced at her gold jewellery, her well-trained body and her perfect veneers. She was old enough to be their mother. Janet’s hand reached out and ran up the arm of the centre girl with the short blond chaotic hairstyle. It gently caressed Amy’s neck and the side of her face. Her fingers roamed through the girl’s short platinum buzz cut. Hesitant at first, Amy slowly relaxed. She somehow enjoyed the touch of this strange woman. She half-closed her eyes and moved her head with the massaging fingers. Craving the attention, she languidly went with the flow. Amy’s orientation determined her everyday lifestyle. Wanting to be sexually attractive, she had been continuously on a diet- and workout regime. And it showed. She was lean and petite, with pale skin and a few italic-slogan-tattoos that ran around her toned waistline. She had a small nose piercing, and silver tongue stud. Things her mum really disliked.

She felt the woman’s other hand, groping her small flat chest and hard pink nipples. Amy followed it with her eyes. Disappearing deep down under the surface, it slowly slid over her flat midriff. It determinedly pushed between her slim legs, looking for her genitals. She felt the fingers sliding over her little vagina and small labia ring. They slowly turned and started to push into her small slit. She opened her legs wider and raised her midriff. Breathlessly, she gazed into the woman’s eyes. The fingers in her hair had morphed into a hand. It slowly grabbed her more firmly by the scruff of the neck.

Janet held Amy tightly by the back of her head and pushed her open mouth onto her breathless face. Her tongue slid deep into her, circling her hard silver stud. Simultaneously, underwater, her fingers jammed into the girl’s small opening. Amy’s body curved up out of the water as she struggled under the onslaught of the older woman. She tried to break off the deep French kiss, but Janet didn’t let her. Their wet lips slid over each other as the angle of their mouths changed. When she finally released, she immediately turned to one of the other girls. She flicked her tongue as she planted her mouth onto the other one. She kept on jamming her fingers into Amy, while taking on the other girl at the same time.

Maxine observed Janet from a distance, as she held onto the Jacuzzi’s chrome handles on the opposite side. The water surged and swirled around her, illuminated by the small underwater lights. Water cascaded off her skin as Janet lifted herself backwards onto the black Jacuzzi’s edge and further onto the dark futons. She gestured to the two girls to follow her. The water rushed off their gleaming naked flesh as they climbed out of the Jacuzzi, sliding straight in between the older woman’s legs. From her low position in the swirling water, Maxine saw an entangled mess of bodies riding over and into each other.

The third girl slowly started to drift towards her. She leaned against the black Jacuzzi wall and followed Max’s fingers, as they ran through her short black pixie hair. Max looked at the girl and knew she was young enough to be her daughter. Their lips slowly locked onto each other. Max tasted her breath and probed with her tongue. Their open mouths changed angles as they both rotated in the swirling water. Maxine slowly released her lips and lifted herself backwards onto the black edge. She opened her legs and showed the girl what she looked like down there. She followed the young tomboy’s eyes. How they stared at her long open slit between her black pubic hair. The girl came closer to the edge of the Jacuzzi, opened her mouth and flicked her tongue. Maxine slightly lifted her midriff, and carefully lowered her open slit onto the girls curling tongue. The first touch of her warm flesh sliding into her made her body jolt. It felt to her like a tiny electric shock.

The girl’s tongue went deeper inside and slowly slid upwards in between her labia. Max’s irregular breathing and soft moans betrayed her utter excitement. She felt the young tomboy deep inside, licking her throbbing hot fleshy walls. She loved the feeling but wanted much more. The girl turned out to be very skilled in eating out. Max rhythmically moved her hips on the tongue underneath her, trying to fuck the her sucking mouth. Her gleaming body started to tremble as the girl’s lips latched onto her jumping clit. She felt her rapid licks around and over it. Maxine was short of breath and glanced down. She felt the heat rising up from between her legs.

“Oh fuck… I’m coming right on your face, baby…”

She felt it flooding her brain. She suddenly cramped up. The girl looked up at Maxine, as she shuddered on top of her curling tongue. She moaned as a small amount of liquid shot out of her red pulsating slit. Some landed in the Jacuzzi, some sprayed on the black edge. It drenched the tongue and face of the tomboy underneath her. “Oh fuck,” she whispered and panted. Maxine tried to catch her breath. She slowly moved backwards onto the black futons and gestured to the girl to follow her. Water cascaded off her pale lean frame as she lifted herself out of the swirling Jacuzzi. She slid on top of Maxine, grinding into her midriff, between her wide-open tanned legs. Max felt their clits touching and rubbing. The two kissed with open mouths, and rolled on their sides.

“Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?” Maxine whispered.

The girl just smiled and playfully flicked her tongue, as Max’s hand quickly reached down in between her slim legs. She felt the girl’s small vagina and slowly inserted two fingers. The tomboy’s midriff rocked forward and backward, slowly fucking Max’s invasive fingers. It didn’t take long for her to come. Max held her by the scruff of the neck. She sucked the girl’s small nipples on her young flat breasts while jamming her fingers into her small vagina. The girl’s pale body curled around. “Yeah, come for me baby, show me your orgasm…” Short of breath, she stared at Maxine as she trembled. With her mouth half open, she squinted her eyes and suddenly seized up. Her throbbing, over-stimulated veins in her vagina, twitched incessantly and drove her over the edge. Lying face down on one of the black futons, she was slowly recovering as Maxine slid her fingers out of the young girl’s hole. She ran them upwards, in between her small hard arse cheeks, circling her dark anal button. Her fingers continued over the girl’s naked back and into her short cropped black pixie cut.

Maxine glanced towards the other side of the Jacuzzi. Amy Atkins was on her knees, straddling Janet’s face. With both hands, Janet pulled open her arse cheeks and licked the soft flesh around her anal button. Her tongue ran downwards into her open vagina, tasting the young girl’s soft flesh. Maxine saw the horny girl buckle under the onslaught. She rocked her hips a she fucked the mouth underneath her. She arced her back and squeezed her small flat breasts. She threw her head backwards. The experienced tongue between her legs stimulated her in all the right places.

It was 3am.

Maxine slowly got to her feet. She was sore and glanced over her shoulder. Janet and two of the young girls were still heavily into each other. The tomboy behind her was slowly moving to the other side to join in. It was early in the morning and she was ready to call it a night. She went towards the sofa to look for her clothes. Still wet, she slipped into her white low-cut jeans and buckled up the large silver clasp. She put on her oversized thin white shirt and loosely hooked up a single button. From the sofa, she looked at the naked cluster of Janet and the three girls, as she stepped into her thin, brown-woven beach shoes. She carefully moved around the empty bottles and glasses and made her way across the lounge into the hallway, looking for Bebe Lazaro and Sandra Curtis.

She remembered last seeing Bebe in one of the larger rooms, together with Erika Lim. She stepped into one, and looked around the dozing nude girls on the black futon bed. She couldn’t find her, and tried the next room. She slowly moved around. There was a pile of bodies on the main futon. It was difficult to distinguish who was who. Most of them were asleep or on a high. At the centre was Erika Lim. She didn’t notice Maxine. She only had eyes for one of the girls. They were slowly kissing and moving their hips into each other. In a corner, against one of the dark walls, she found Bebe, sound asleep. Maxine woke her up and watched how she, unsteady and naked, stumbled out of the room and into the lounge. She was on the sofa, trying to get into her blue jeans, trainers and silver t-shirt, when Maxine was going down the hallway, looking for Sandra.

She found her in one of the smaller rooms, in the darkness, between two young girls. She was half asleep. Max gently woke her up and whispered in her ear. She decided to discreetly leave the room. Together with Bebe, she waited for her in the hallway near the front door. Eventually Sandra Curtis joined them. While straightening her hair, her shirt and jeans, she looked a bit worse for wear. They left Erika Lim’s apartment and stepped into the elevator. It was silent in the elevator, on the way down into the basement. The large black limo slowly moved out of the underground car park and turned into a deserted street. It was quiet in the car, as it floated through Manhattan in the middle of the night.

All three of them were tired and still coming to terms with what had happened in Erika’s apartment. “Did you… did you two enjoy the evening?” Sandra Curtis’ voice broke the silence. She glanced through her internal mirror at the two girls on the back seat. “Yeah,” Maxine softly replied. “It eh… it was very… educational…” She produced a tired smile as she looked into the mirror, and locked eyes with Sandra. “You did well, my dear. You’re an experienced girl now, Maxine,” Sandra said. “The first of these kind of parties is always an eye-opener. After that, you know what to expect, and what to do.” The limo entered the outskirts of Manhattan and stopped at the kerb. Bebe Lazaro kissed Maxine on the lips and said goodnight. Silently, the large back door slowly closed. She went up the stairs of her apartment block. As she went inside, she looked at the limo’s taillights, disappearing into the distance.

The long black limousine continued its journey, floating towards the outer boroughs of New York. Around 3.30am, it arrived in a dark street, outside Maxine’s brownstone apartment block. Sandra Curtis accompanied her to the front door. Together they went inside, into the quiet stairwell. “You eh… you were very entertaining tonight, Maxine,” Sandra said. A faint smile flashed across Max’s face. She thought about all that had happened. “Yeah… It was quite something… I was a bit nervous at first…” Sandra looked at Max, as her fingers gently caressed her face. “You remember… your website… when I first suggested it to you… You have many ‘talents’, Maxine. You will be very much in demand. I will transfer some funds into your account tomorrow.”

“Your payment… for your eh… ‘sexual services’…”

Sandra slowly opened the front door and stepped outside. Max watched her turn around and wave ‘goodnight’ as she walked towards her limo. The large black car slowly moved onto the road and disappeared into the black night. She thought about her words as she went up the stairs and closed her apartment door behind her. ‘Payment for sexual services’… Unwittingly she had become one of Sandra Curtis’ many lesbian call girls. For the moment, she tried not to think about it. She quickly stepped into the shower and into bed. She would get only five hours sleep and would be at her beachwear shop just before 10am.

Around noon on Wednesday, a tired Maxine was in her beachwear shop, processing internet orders. Dressed in skinny, low-cut, blue jeans with a large silver clasp, oversized white shirt and cream pumps, she checked the incoming payments on her site and readied the parcels for dispatch. She emailed a receipt to Sandra Curtis for her generous payment. Working on her laptop, printing out labels, she tried to focus. She felt feverish and restless. Her mind was still working through the events of the previous night. The images of the lesbian orgy were still churning away inside her brain. She glanced at a few customers, browsing through the shop’s elegant displays. Two women in their mid-thirties approached the large table in the middle of the space, to pay for their purchases. Maxine scanned the barcodes of the elegant sarongs, hats and beach covers. She overheard their conversation about an upcoming Caribbean break.

“Yeah,” one of the women said to Maxine, while tap