Crystal ClearChapter 23: Claire Rekindles An Old Friendship, A Sex-filled Vacation free porn video

Claire had retyped the paragraphs over a hundred times in her mind, and now, sitting at her computer's keyboard, she'd physically retyped the short letter over two-dozen times in the past hour. Finally, she deemed it acceptable to send.

Beth – I have missed you, and Joe so much my heart has often ached. I have been in a personal transformation, leaving the adult film industry and the escort service, and becoming more 'socially acceptable.' To complete my metamorphosis, I also changed my name from Cheryl (as you knew me) to Claire and had some plastic surgery so that my past didn't haunt me. The actress Jill Danes helped immeasurably in my transition.

I live a beautiful life now as an aide and friend to Jim Mellon and Crystal Lee – the country music singers and movie stars. I even have a key part in a movie they are making that will come out in about nine months (we just started shooting); the movie is called 'Downslope.' I had bit parts in an earlier film.

You asked me to keep in touch. I have followed Joe's business dealings in the news, but not held up my end of your request to stay in touch since my transition started – shortly after I last saw you. I apologize for my lack of communication. This email is to reestablish contact, but only if you are still interested in what I think became a beautiful friendship between us. I am not trying to impose on you or ask anything of you or Joe. I know a lot changes in two years.

Love and Fond Memories of Our Times Together,

Cheryl Zaret now Claire Whitman (my new name – please forget Cheryl ever existed)

She hit the send key, wondering as she did whether the email address she had for Beth still existed. A knot formed immediately in her stomach, and she ached in longing for her friends from another era in her life, and from a hope either Beth or Joe wouldn't reject her. She thought, I guess this what unrequited love feels like. She doubled over in psychic pain as tears came to her eyes.

Claire's own parents had rejected her. The day had been traumatic and not so long ago – six years. They'd been so strict with her growing up, almost forbidding her to date. She'd been screwed down so tightly by them that the lid blew off when she left home to attend college. After a short time at the university and living on her own as an oversexed party girl, she got into the porn business and through that became a high-end call girl – an escort, a better name and less offensive than whore.

She never told her parents how she earned her money to help put herself through school. She'd been working as a waitress, and alluded to getting an even better job at a top restaurant where the tips could be extraordinary. In fact, the tips she got as an escort often turned out to be over a thousand dollars in one night. She took little solace knowing that she'd done well in that business.

She never knew how her parents discovered what she was doing. One day they knocked on her door, she opened it, got called names, disowned, warned to never make contact again, and had every remnant of her life with her parents dropped in plastic trash bags on her doorstep. For all intents and purposes, she was dead to her parents and they were dead to her.

The ultimate rejection had been hard to take. She'd cried for a while, but then when she tried to remember the good times with her parents she couldn't. There were so few she could count them on her fingers; they included a particular birthday, two Christmases, and a day trip to Disneyland.

Had there been more, but she blocked them out? She shook her head. No, her parents were not really parents. They were caretakers and strict rule makers. Everything had a rule. If you obeyed the rules, you didn't get a swat or two on your rear end. If you broke a major rule, you had the hide on your ass made raw by the beating. Her plastic surgeon once told her he could see the scars from various beatings with a belt.

Her parents should never have had a child.

She met Beth and Joe through the escort work she was doing. Joe Mansard was a multi-billionaire and business tycoon. He headed a worldwide empire and probably had more power than the Federal government. His wealth exceeded the GNP of all but the top two-dozen countries.

Beth was Joe's daughter – a beautiful blond near her own age who had an incestuous relationship with her father, and had a sapphic relationship with Claire. Beth had been a rare exception in Claire's escort business: ninety-nine percent of her business had been men until Beth showed up to check out Claire's acceptability as a date for her father. Her father relished seeing Beth and Claire together doing sexual acts to each other – and later in the relationship, making love together.

Like Claire, Beth was a nymphomaniac. Claire thought she had few boundaries as far as sex went and never a problem with quantity, but Beth found those boundaries, blew most of them away in torrid sessions that sometimes went on for an entire weekend with endless orgasms given and received – more than Claire had ever dreamed of.

Joe was a middle-aged stallion, and a man who could easily and simultaneously satisfy two women. A hallmark of the man, besides his flamboyant personality, included his ability to recover in record time after having climaxed. Further, and repeatedly, Joe would have pasted the inside of Claire's vagina with a copious amount of semen, only to extract himself after his orgasm and instantly repeat the process on Beth. Less than an hour later, he could repeat this feat on the two of them again, and then keep going all night like that.

The dealings with Claire – or Cheryl as she had been back then – had started on a business basis, with simple payments going to Andre, her associate – read pimp under synonyms. Almost as soon as they'd started, Claire would find generous bonuses given to her in some manner. These included an endless stream of high-end clothing, shoes, and jewelry that she and Beth would shop for in the nicest stores in the L.A. area. Later, Beth presented Claire with a Swiss bank account with what she called some 'starter cash' in it - $50,000. Over time, as the frequency of their interactions increased, the amount in that bank account rose to over $300,000. Claire had tried to return the money, and avowed over and over to the couple that she didn't need it. She told Beth and even Joe that the sums were over the top and embarrassed her, but they would have none of her complaining. After many months, she just started to say 'Thank you for your generosity.' The other money she made got added to the account until she had a comfortable nest egg.

As an escort, if she were treated all right, Cheryl could enjoy herself and grew to like some of her regulars, but there were few of them. Beth and Joe were an exception; not only had she liked them, she fell in love with them – an emotion she hadn't properly labeled until they had disappeared out of her life for an extended stay in Asia as Joe negotiated and managed a multi-billion dollar telecommunications deal that instantly made several billion dollars in profit for his new subsidiary – probably just because he was the chairman of the new company.

Not long after her last weekend with Beth and Joe, Jill Danes, the movie star, had engaged Cheryl to help her get a part in a movie. Jill fucked the brains out of a Hollywood producer who put her on the road to stardom, while Cheryl fucked the daylights out of his brother. They'd even traded back and forth just for kicks.

Jill liked Cheryl, and after some long talks helped her leave the adult film and escort business, and become Claire. Jill helped with the name change, got her a shrink to undo the damage her parents had perpetrated on her, and raised her self-esteem, dyed her hair a gorgeous red, encouraged her to use plastic surgery to leave Cheryl far behind, and hired her as her assistant and aide. Claire lived with Jill for almost two years before getting her own condo. The pair occasionally enjoyed sex together, but mostly, Jill preferred a good fuck from a male acquaintance. As part of her penance, Claire abstained from sex with men during her make over period and then returned to the field as a normal, healthy woman in her late twenties.

Not long after her new independence, Jill got a part in a movie with country singer Jim Mellon. Claire got introduced to Jim through Jill, and soon found herself in a swoon over the rising country music and movie star. It wasn't long at all after that when Jill hosted a dinner party during which she orchestrated some group sex games. Claire let herself go, enjoying the small orgy, and savoring the sexual intercourse with Mellon.

Jim made her heart beat fast. The night of the orgy was all it took for her to fall the rest of the way for him. In a weak and risky moment, she'd even hinted at her love-at-first-sight feeling for him. She also had warm affection for Ellen, Crystal Lee's sister and Jim's consort at the party. Less than a week later, because the feelings were mutual and with Jill's blessing, Claire moved in with Jim and Ellen at their L.A. hotel, and had become part of their loving circle ever since. Claire thought it fortunate that Jill became an extension of the circle from time to time.

The sex was mind blowing. Seldom did Jim sleep with only one woman. Claire felt honored and grateful that she joined Ellen as one of his usual bed partners, and then Crystal Lee – obviously Jim's favorite gal, and often many others.

Jim had often referred to her as 'Mysterious Claire.' He saw the obvious; that she had a dark past she hadn't shared with him or the others in the circle. One night, while they were on the road at a concert, the need to tell about her past as porn star Breezy Cummins and as a high class whore overcame her, and she blurted out her whole sordid past amid a shower of tears.

Claire expected rejection, but instead got the heaviest dose of love and affection from everyone in the circle she'd ever felt: Jim – especially, Ellen – her best and closest friend, Crystal, Billy – the bandleader, Dan – Jim and Crystal's publicist, and Terry – their agent. To her amazement, everyone took her past in stride, made no big deal of it, and everyone loved her just as they had – maybe a little more because she'd made herself vulnerable to them. The revelations she'd shared had been so unburdening. And, after that night of truth telling, everyone had been careful to never tell anyone else and to only enjoy the sexy stories they often encouraged her to share – even her relationship with Beth and Joe, which she told in a disguised way one night.

Crystal and Ellen had been the ones to push her to reestablish contact. Ellen had said, "If you feel love for them, I bet they felt the same way about you. Make contact. Don't put it off another day." Claire worried about rejection or being seen as a gold digger, but she had finally suppressed those thoughts enough to try to reestablish contact.

A thousand thoughts about her past flashed through Claire's head. She stared, glassy eyes, at the blank computer screen wondering if she'd ever hear back from the billionaire or his daughter.

PING!

The sound of a new email message hitting her inbox roused Claire from her reverie and made her focus on the screen. She gawked at the sender: Beth Mansard. Claire's heart started to flutter and a wave of anxiety swept over her.

Claire closed her eyes and prayed as she opened them again to read the email.

"Cheryl – or Claire, I should say; we have missed you so much. Your old associate Andre said you just vanished one day. We did a little search to no avail. I can't wait to see you again, and I know Joe feels the same way. MY GOD, WE MISS YOU. WE LOVE YOU. WE REALLY DO LOVE YOU. Please don't go away again. We're in Singapore but will be back next week for a week in L.A. Tell me how we can make contact when we come back. More later. Love. Love. Love. Beth."

Claire stared at the message for a long time, the words eventually blurring as the tears came – the tears of happiness. She started to sob. The tears wouldn't stop, and the soggy tissues piled up on her desk.

PING!

Claire's next message came from J. Mansard. She struggled to read through her watery eyes.

"Claire – Beth just shared with me your new life – as much as she knows from your email. I am very happy that you contacted us. Don't you dare disappear again now that we've 'found' you! I join her in wanting to see you as soon as we can. With Much Love, Joe."

Now, the tears really flowed and turned into deep, chest racking sobs. Claire just sat there with her face in her hands, and after a while two masculine arms surrounded her, lifted her up, and carried her small form from her desk to the seldom-used bed in her room. She felt kisses on her forehead. Two female arms soon started to stroke and smooth her arms to comfort her. Two new arms more brought a warm washcloth and more tissues. The arms and bodies surrounded Claire with more love.

Crystal said in a soft, loving voice, "I'm so proud you did it. I know that took a lot of courage to reach back into that period of your life, and see ... they still love you. We all love you."

Ellen said in a near whisper, "You left the emails open on your computer. We read them. I hope that's all right; we didn't mean to pry, but we wanted to see what was there that had set you off."

Claire just nodded her ascent. She blubbered out, "It's OK. I don't have secrets from you any more." After those words, a hurricane of tears returned as Claire bawled for long time on Jim's chest.

Jim cradled Claire in his lap, her head and mane of reddish hair lying on his broad chest. Eventually, the tears stopped. Jim just sat and held one of the women he loved so much that he also felt her pain and the joy at reconnecting with her 'lost' friends.

Claire watched the Gulfstream G650 taxi into the general aviation Landmark Aviation terminal at LAX. The Mansard chauffeur had chatted with her for the past half hour since she arrived. He knew the plane, and regaled her with some of the statistics about it, including the point that it was the fastest corporate jet in operation. It cost about $65 million and was state of the art in every detail.

The long sleek pure white jet taxied into a position indicated by two linemen waving red-lighted batons at the jet's pilots. Claire noticed the plane's tail number, JM1 – Joe Mansard One. She smiled; Joe did have an ego as large as the airport, no doubting that. He demanded perfection, and got it. He helped people achieve a greatness they didn't think they could achieve.

After the engines shut down, the door just behind the cockpit mechanically opened, and hydraulically lowered a stairway into position.

The chauffeur had disappeared, only to reappear driving the white limousine to near the jet's stairway.

Claire walked about a hundred feet closer to the jet from the impressive airside entrance to the GA terminal building. She stopped, feeling the steady wind across the airport billowing her dress out behind her.

Beth appeared in the doorway, preoccupied with one of the crewmembers. Claire imagined her thanking the crew for a flawless journey across the Pacific Ocean. She'd seen her do that before in her previous life. Beth had emailed her with their arrival time and where they'd be.

As Beth started down the ladder, Claire waved frantically. Across the tarmac, Claire could see Beth's face break into a huge grin. Beth flung her briefcase at the chauffeur and ran across the concrete with arms outstretched until the two women were together and smothering each other in kisses.

"My God, you look so different. Is this really you, Cheryl? I mean Claire."

Claire laughed, "Yes, it's me. Sorry, I have changed ... I hope you'll like the new me." Her voice wavered because her nerves were so on edge at the meeting.

Beth interrupted, "You looked beautiful before, but now you are absolutely and outrageously stunning. I can see a little of the old you, but I love the new you. Joe will be ecstatic." Beth looked over her shoulder to see whether her father had appeared from inside the jet. Joe was such an imposing individual that everyone genuflected to him, even in their thoughts.

Over Beth's shoulder, Claire saw Joe moving down the stairway of the plane in commanding steps. He really was a captain of industry. He spied the two women, and ignoring the chauffeur started to walk rapidly in their direction. Claire's immediate thought was, 'Oh, my, he's coming to me. I should be going to him.'

Beth read her mind; she said in a low voice, "Just stand still. Joe has missed you more than you'll ever know. He's still in love with you, as I am." There were other words said, but Claire's thoughts overrode them as her heart fluttered in love for Joe.

Joe stopped about ten feet from Claire. He studied her from head to foot; his gaze was penetrating and left Claire uncertain whether he approved. Claire wore the pale blue summer dress that Joe once told her was his favorite. White spike heel shoes graced her feet, and she wore a strand of flawless real pearls from Japan that Joe had given her on her birthday one year when they were together; he'd picked them out personally she'd learned. Her red hair glistened in the light and blew in the light wind.

Joe finally spoke as he took the last few steps to her, "I wouldn't have thought you could get more beautiful, but the changes you've made to yourself are truly a work of art and a stroke of genius. If I ever need plastic surgery, I'll want the name of your doctor."

Claire's face wrinkled up, and she bit her lip. She snorted away the beginning of a cry. Her chin tucked in and trembled. She lunged forward and threw herself into Joe's welcoming arms. The pair kissed passionately, as though they had only been apart a few weeks and not almost three years – or was it four. Claire couldn't think; couldn't compute. When they finally pulled apart, Joe pulled her away from him and looked deep into her eyes again. Her cheeks were streaked with tears of joy.

Joe's look could reduce some errant employee or service person to a status lower than whale shit, but in this case his look carried a love and warmth that he exhibited only the last months of their relationship. Beth had told Claire back then that she had changed Joe for the better, made him softer and better and easier to get along with.

Claire stroked his cheek with one hand until Joe held it and brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. He pulled her back to him for another kiss.

Beth said insistently in a tone made to lighten the mood, "Hey, don't hog her. I miss her too."

The lighter side of Joe laughed after the kiss. He said, "I can't believe it. I don't know you, but I do. You look so different, yet I know underneath it's the same woman – you even feel that same in my arms." Claire hadn't seen this lighter side of him very often. He added, "Thank God, you're here – now. I don't think I ever want to let you go."

Beth said, "Can you come with us; be with us tonight?"

Because she was almost speechless, Claire nodded, but gestured over her shoulder; she would willingly follow them to their hotel. She choked out, "My car is here." She struggled to get hold of her emotions.

Beth said, "If you don't mind, one of our aides can drive it to the hotel we're at – the Four Seasons, as you might expect. It's only a few miles. We don't want to spend a moment away from you now that you're with us again."

Claire nodded, and Beth waved over two young men who had also been on the flight and now stood near the white limousine. Both looked exceptionally efficient and ready to spring into action regardless of what Beth or Joe asked of them. Claire passed her keys to one of them, and managed to give him a description of her car and where she'd parked. He and the other lackey headed off into the posh terminal building. Behind them, Claire saw the last of the luggage being hoisted into the trunk of the white limousine. The chauffeur marched smartly around and stood at attention waiting for his passengers holding the door open.

Joe and Claire put their arms around each other and walked to the long car with Beth walking close beside them. Both continued to study Claire's new appearance, as though she was from another planet. Claire blushed under their critical eyes, but the years had brought her some confidence that even Joe's look couldn't diminish.

Inside the limo, Beth said happily, "I was wrong before. I see almost none of the old you. From the outside, you are a much different person. No one would recognize you from the old days. Do you like the new you?"

Claire recounted, "Oh, yes, very much. It was an opportunity to get rid of a few things about my face that always plagued me. Even I think I'm prettier now."

Beth ventured, "Maybe it's good we haven't seen you for a while. The shock of your new look is softened by our time apart."

Joe exclaimed, "Claire – it'll take me a while to get used to your new name and your new look, but I promise I will. Claire, you are beautiful, and as always both inside and out. I can sense your inner vibrations." Joe could be so smooth with women at times; other times he had been commanding, dominant to the point of being obnoxious and strident.

Beth and Claire whispered briefly to each other just inside the limousine, and both finished smiling broadly at one another. Joe politely ignored the interaction, but suspected the subject matter.

The ride to the Four Seasons took only twenty minutes. During that time, Joe and Beth questioned Claire about the intervening years. Claire told them briefly about Jill Danes, her transformation in more detail including her motivation for changing careers, and then about meeting Jim Mellon, Crystal Lee, and the rest of what had become her intentional family. Of course, being circumspect she left out the juicy and sexy parts, but the way she smiled at some parts of the story left no doubt that her proclivities for sexual play remained in tact. Claire had chuckled internally at one of her thoughts: 'Once a nymphomaniac, always a nymphomaniac.'

A platoon of bellhops met the limousine at the Four Seasons. Apparently the chauffeur had called ahead. In seconds, the trunk had been emptied and their luggage brought into the hotel. The trio walked through the lobby to the elevator and in seconds was whisked up to the penthouse suite that Joe Mansard had permanently leased and customized. The luggage arrived on their heels, and as had happened often before, the bags were put in the proper rooms, on the proper luggage racks. Without waiting for anything so mundane as gratuities, the bellhops vanished. Claire had seen Joe's arrivals before and remained amazed at the deference paid to him by the staff. She knew the staff were well rewarded for their efficient and unimposing behavior.

Claire flowed into Joe's arms for a longer and deeper kiss. His lips on hers brought back a flood of memories of their earlier times together. She swooned and welcomed his tongue and roaming hands.

Joe softly said, "Claire, lose the dress – everything but the shoes, stockings, and pearls." He sat down to watch the strip tease he knew would follow. She'd occasionally done this for him before, but she'd never been so eager to please as she was that day.

Claire slowly and seductively stepped away from him, and slowly and deliberately unbuttoned each of the small white buttons on her dress, pausing between each unfastening and looking into his eyes with a teasing expression. When she reached the last button, she delicately and seductively stepped out of the dress, carefully draping the expensive light blue frock over the arm of a nearby chair.

She turned, allowing Joe and Beth to see her in the white thigh-high stockings she wore with delicate lace around her thighs, her white lace thong, and the matching bra that barely contained her full breasts. The high heels brought out the muscular and shapely tone of her long legs. Claire reached in front of her breasts to the front clasp on her thin brassiere. She undid the latch, but paused and looked deep into Joe's eyes, the bra still constraining her orbs. Slowly, she allowed the material to part and let it fall from her arms behind her, leaving her full breasts and erect nipples erotically on display. She shimmied slightly as she turned back to Joe.

Claire pulled two pale pink ribbon ties on either side of her hips, releasing the thong that dropped from between her legs to the floor. She turned with her backside to Joe, and without bending at the knees, leaned over, and in slow motion picked up the thong and bra. Claire knew this act put her pussy and ass on display to Beth and Joe, and the act made her body look extra luscious and sexy as it highlighted her legs and trim ass. She guessed that her labia were swollen in desire for her past lovers. She stood and turned, displaying herself to her admirers in only her shoes, stockings, and pearls. She took three steps forward and dropped the frilly underwear into Joe's lap. He immediately picked up the frilly thong and with no modesty inhaled her essence.

Claire felt the thrill return to a corner of her mind, the same thrill she occasionally got when she had been an escort to someone particularly nice and appealing to her. Joe and Beth were some of those people. She briefly worried about becoming so enamored of the lustful sensations that she'd return to her past profession, but then realized what she felt was probably normal lust and passion for her lovers.

Beth moved into Claire's personal space, and gently pinched her nipples, even pulling her breasts as far from her body as she dared without inflicting serious pain. When Claire flinched and moaned, Beth kissed her passionately and drove her tongue into Claire's mouth with a desire seldom seen between women. Claire pulled Beth to her, and started using her hands to start to disrobe the young executive.

Piece by piece, Beth's clothing got tossed to the nearby chair. Claire appreciated that the clothing was expensive, coming from some of the best shops in New York, London, Paris, Beijing, and Tokyo. When Beth's breasts emerged from the bra that had barely contained them, Claire's mouth lunged at the dark areolas and nipples, biting and sucking the way she remembered brought Beth great pleasure and occasionally an orgasm.

Beth whispered, "Oh, God. You remembered."

Seconds later, the pair was in a sixty-nine position on a nearby sofa, each woman suckling on the others breasts. The breast play proved to be only foreplay to their tongues lunging into each other's slits, lapping at what were the lubricating juices of two extremely horny women. Their play was calculated to excite, to entice, to seduce, and to be the prelude to more orgasms in a night together than either woman had enjoyed for a long time.

Beth's erotic buttons remained unchanged. The interior spot inside her vagina held the same feel and produced the same results it had when they'd first met. Claire thrust some fingers and then her entire hand into Beth's pussy, turning and twisting her hand against Beth's G-spot. Beth exploded into an orgasm throwing her hands down onto the sofa to prevent herself from leaving the planet as she rocketed to a white-hot climax of pleasure.

Claire did not let up her assault on her partner's beautiful cunt. Her mouth and tongue attacked Beth's clitoris, adding further stimulation to what her interior fingers were already delivering. Beth climaxed again and in seconds again. She quickly moved to the place Claire hoped where one orgasm blended into the next in an array of fireworks and emotions too fantastic to even hope for let alone describe. She was creating a spiritual experience for Beth, an experience full of love and joy. Jim Mellon had taught Claire how to do this to a woman when he did it to her. Beth looked at her with pleading eyes, pleading for her to stop, and pleading with her to never end the sensations of pleasure.

Claire briefly became aware of Joe's naked body moving behind her, their first contact coming when Joe's tongue lashed out at Claire's saturated pussy. Joe said, "Oh, yes. This is the flavor I have so longed for since we saw you last." He feasted on Claire's juices, as she continued to punish Beth with further orgasms. Soon, his fingers penetrated her body, bringing Claire the stimulation she'd desired from him.

Beth finished in a near catatonic state in only minutes. Claire thought, "Hummm, she must be out of practice. She used to be able to last indefinitely." The orgasms continued, until Beth pulled her legs together and pleaded with Claire to stop. Claire withdrew her hand.

There wasn't any reciprocity from Beth, at least immediately. Beth laid back gasping for breath, and enjoying a strong afterglow that pervaded her every pore of her beautiful body, and left her feeling ravished by someone with ultimate skills in lovemaking.

Claire knelt in front of Beth on the long sofa, only her eyes were closed as Joe's tongue and fingers worked over her body. Beth reached down and fondled Claire's breasts, and then she grabbed each nipple and pinched hard, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure-pain through Claire. Claire climaxed instantly.