The Ladder

    Connie March closed her book and looked at the alarm clock.
It was just past 11:00 o'clock, she needed to get some sleep.
Her job as legal secretary was new to her and she needed a clear
head to keep up with the demands of her new boss.
    Hannah Jessep was a beautiful oriental woman who was always
crisply dressed with impeccable makeup and flawless hair. She
was a high class contract lawyer. She had all of the city's
movers and shakers knocking on her front door. She was the best,
from what Connie had heard. She was also one of the most
beautiful Thai girls Connie had ever seen. She was jealous, of
course.
    Connie could not get used to being the center of attention
for any client who walked into the office, only to have them
predictably follow Miss Jessep into her inner office tongue tied
and stupid after just one glance. Connie was considered
beautiful, but Miss Jessep was the real beauty. This irritated
Connie considerably.
    Connie rolled over and watched the shadows moving on the wall
as the light from the street light filtered through the old oak
tree outside her window. The wind was picking up, she noted as
she closed her eyes.

    At first Connie didn't believe her ears when the phone rang.
There were few people who knew her, and even fewer who would call
her at... Connie rolled over and looked at the alarm. It was
12:15 in the morning!
    "What?" Connie said, rather rudely as she picked up the
phone.
    "Connie?"
    "Yeah?"
    "This is Miss Jessep... Hannah."
    "Oh, hi," Connie said quickly, sitting up in bed. She
brushed back her hair with a hand and turned on the light. "Is
there a problem?" Connie closed her eyes and wished Hannah not to
say she was fired.
    "Well yes, actually. You see I have been doing a little work
at home, and suddenly realized that I can't do this alone. I was
wondering if I could convince you to come over. I know, it seems
strange, but you know how I am," Hannah said with a short laugh.
    I actually know nothing about you, Connie thought to herself,
but she was not about to tell Miss... Hannah that. Hannah was a
very eccentric, rich woman who had the short-sightedness to hire
Connie even though she had almost no qualifications. Connie
would take advantage of that and learn her new job as quickly as
possible. Then she would be ready to step up to a better job in
another law office.
    "If you're worried about coming in to work tired, don't. You
will have the day off, of course. I'm certainly not working you
both day and night, I'm not that much of a taskmaster."
    "Oh good," Connie sighed. That was exactly what she was
worried about. A late night working session and the following
day off was absolute heaven. She could sleep late and get some
shopping done.
    "Here are the directions..."

    Connie got her first surprise when she found herself at a
normal moderately priced condo. She expected a million dollar
home with fences and gates. She glanced at the directory by the
front entrance, then climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Half way down the building she found number 23a. She rang and
waited. Humming to herself, she turned toward the railing and
stared at the lights of the city across the bay. Hannah had
quite a view, which was probably one reason for picking that
particular condo. The night was warm and sticky. She liked the
feeling of the warm breeze blowing in off the ocean and up her
skirt. It felt good against her legs.
    "Connie," Hannah said cordially from behind her. It sounded
like she was greeting and old friend, not a menial. Connie
turned and nodded as Hannah stepped out of the way. Hannah took
a moment to enjoy her view of the city before stepping back and
closing the door.
    "I never grow tired of the view," Hannah said with a warm
smile. "It's a lot like my old home in Thailand, only we had the
Chaophraya River, not a bay."
    "Oh, I thought you were born in America," Connie said with a
forced smile. Hannah shook her head wordlessly.
    "I can understand why you live in a moderately priced home,"
Connie said with some embarassment. "I expected a Frank Lloyd
Wright, but the view makes up for it."
    "I actually have a million dollar home, I just split it down
the middle."
    "How?" Connie asked, putting her briefcase on the kitchen
table.
    Hannah shook a finger at Connie and took her briefcase into
the living room. "I have half of it here and half in Rio,"
Hannah said with a giggle, putting the briefcase on the coffee
table.
    "You are so lucky," Connie said enviously, staring at the
expensive art on the walls around her.
    "Lucky? Yeah, I guess I am," Hannah said thoughtfully. "But
it did take SOME work on my part."
    "Yeah, I suppose so," Connie said with a yawn.
    Hannah frowned briefly, then her smile returned. She was
wearing a long silk bathrobe with a peacock on the back and
little houses and stuff on the front. Connie could not fault her
fashion sense, even if it was a little gaudy for her taste.
Hannah sat on the couch across from Connie and crossed her
shapely legs. The bathrobe slid open, but Hannah didn't seem to
notice, or care.
    "My mother was a whore in a massage parlor," Hannah said in a
quiet voice, "she started working for a big house in Bangkok when
she was 13. American men like young girls, which is why I'm not
too fond of American men. I'll take their money, but that's as
far as it goes.
    My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen. Unlike most
unexpected children, my mother loved me very much. She put her
money to good use by giving me a formal education, the best money
could buy. She even got me through three years at the University
of Bangkok. I devoted a great deal of time to planning my future
and learning to speak English properly was a big part of it. I
was determined to come to America and I prepared.
    While attending the University of Bangkok, I worked part time
as a "buy me drink girl" in the Soi Diamond district where my
mother worked."
    Hannah saw Connie's puzzled look and smiled. "A "buy me
drink girl" is a girl that hangs out in bars and acts like a
whore, but never puts out. Men would buy me a drink, or a bottle
and I would get a commission from the overpriced drinks they
bought. We never drank liquor, we always drank tea or grape
juice, but the men thought they were paying for whiskey or
champagne. This got me into trouble a few times, I had my arm
broken once and I have a knife wound down here," Hannah opened
her robe and pointed and her lower abdomen where a neat little
scar showed, just an inch above her black lace panties. "I
learned to fight and to judge people at a glance. My life
depended on it then, and my career depends on it now.
    I mostly got three, sometimes four hours of sleep a night,
which explains why I work late nights now. I managed to save up
enough money to get me here to America. When I started school
here I found that most of my overseas courses were not
accredited, so I nearly started over with my college education.
I worked my way through law school as a topless dancer. I would
dance until two in the morning, sleep five glorious hours, then
attend school during the day. It was absolute heaven, I actually
got two whole days off each week to sleep as long as I wanted.
    And now, here I am. I never have to demean myself and I only
take my clothes off when I feel like it," Hannah said with a
smile. She gently kicked a shapely crossed leg and stared at
Connie with humor in her eyes.
    "Oh shit, I am so sorry," Connie said in wide eyed horror.
    "For what? I'm on top of the world. I really am extremely
lucky."
    "But I implied that... I mean after all your hard work...
What about your mother?" Connie finished lamely.
    "Mama owns the whore house now, with a little help from me.
It had been her dream. She also owns sixteen other small
business in the Soi Diamond district. She plans on owning half
the district in another ten years.
    I have a house there too, buy the way, but it's mostly my
mothers. She has a dozen servant lovers and lot's of friends who
used to work with her. She sits around and tells stories about
how great I am doing in America and how rich I am."
    "Oh Hannah, I am so sorry," Connie said meaningfully. "If
you have a sharp knife I will just cut my throat and get it over
with."
    "That would be a hell of a waste," Hannah said, getting to
her feet. "Besides, I would never let anyone touch that lovely
little neck of yours I need you," Hannah said, touching Connie's
neck on the way by. Connie shivered as Hannah went into the
kitchen and made "getting drink" noises.
    Connie felt so bad, and so stupid. Hannah had worked her
entire life for what she had, Connie's job had been nothing more
than an afterthought, a whim. She had hardly worked for anything
since graduating from high school. She felt ashamed.
    "Feel better?" Hannah asked, handing Connie a drink while
sitting on the arm of the couch next to her. Her gown fell open
again, showing every inch of Hannah's lovely legs. Connie stared
briefly, then gulped her drink.
    "Well no, actually, I feel horrible. I have never worked
hard at anything in my life, and here I am working for you. I'm
really not qualified, you know."
    "You'll learn. The community college offers night classes on
paralegal and secretary skills."
    "I didn't know that, but I will absolutely check into it
now."
    Hannah slid off the arm of the couch, practically sitting on
Connie's lap until Connie slid over in embarassment. She felt...
warm all over. It must have been the drink."
    "You want to know what I see in your future?" Hannah asked
with her face just inches from Connie's.
    "Uh sure," Connie said nervously.
    "I can see you as my private secretary, traveling all over
the world with me and being at my beck and call 24 hours a day."
    Hannah placed a friendly hand on Connie's knee. She shivered
under the warm contact.
    "I didn't just pick you because you can type 90 words per
minute, anybody can do that. I picked you because you are sweet,
pretty and have a great figure, which is a plus in my business,
and I think we could get along well together. To me, that's all
the qualifications you need to become my private secretary. Of
course shorthand would help too."
    "I'll... I'll check into it," Connie said. The hand was
bothering her a lot. She could concentrate on nothing else. She
could not remember ever having another woman's hand on her knee
before. Friendly or not, it was distracting.
    "Let's get to work," Hannah said, slapping Connie on her bare
leg and returning to the seat across from her. It was hard for
Connie to concentrate. She looked at her briefcase as she opened
it, but her mind was on the warm spot on her knee where Hannah
had touched her.
    "Connie, are you all right?" Hannah asked curiously.
    "Oh yeah, sure," Connie said hoping the flush of her cheeks
was hidden in the half light.
    "Ok, here are the notes I have been making," Hannah pulled
several yellow pages from the table beside her. She leafed
through them and sighed. "I want the standard large contract
with these changes made to it," she shook the papers in the air
and started to hand them to Connie. She stopped suddenly and
leafed through them to the last page.
    "Ooops, I need to spell check some words before I give these
to you. Can you get me the big dictionary off the top shelf
behind you?" Hannah pointed at her legal library contained in
three bookshelves behind Connie. It was the main feature in her
living room.
    "What's it look like?" Connie asked, glancing at the books
and opening the stepladder.
    "You can't miss it, it's six inches thick. It should be in
the first bookcase," Hannah said, then continued reading.
    Connie stepped up on the ladder and climbed until she was
facing the top shelf. "Hannah, I don't see it here," Connie said
as she glanced around at the other two bookcases.
    "It's got to be there, the damned thing is too big to lose,"
Hannah said, climbing to her feet. "Check up on top there," she
pointed at the top of the bookcase. Connie looked down
nervously. The top shelf was high, she would have to climb well
up the ladder.
    "Don't worry, I'll hold the ladder for you," Hannah said from
below. Connie nodded and climbed two steps higher. She gasped
slightly when she felt Hannah leaning her face against Connie's
ass, supposedly while she changed positions. In a moment the
ladder steadied and Connie grabbed the top shelf, looking from
the top of one bookcase to the other.

    Hannah watched Connie climb the ladder with a sly look on her
face. She glanced at the bare knees and short skirt, and the
shapely ass directly in front of her face. She pressed her face
into Connie's ass, through the material of her skirt, and heard
Connie gasp. She pulled away before Connie could look down.
Cocking her left knee, Connie slid her left foot up one rung
higher than her right. She stretched to see on top of the
bookcase. Hannah took the opportunity to bend down and look
under Connie's skirt. She saw a wonderland inside, it was like
another world in there, a world of sweet womanly smells, warmth,
and glowing flesh. Connie's smooth, meaty thighs looked
absolutely delicious. Enough light came through the material of
Connie's skirt for Hannah to see Connie's warm mound pressed
against the crotch of her white panties. She verified quickly
that Connie was not wearing a pad.
    Hannah moved further under the skirt and closer to the crotch
of Connie's panties. She sniffed with the aspect of a wine
connoisseur appraising a new vintage. Her satisfied smile went
unnoticed by Connie, who was still searching for the non-existent
book.
    Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Hannah made her
move. Kinking her neck so her head was facing Connie's crotch,
she suddenly rose up and placed her warm mouth over the crotch of
Connie's panties.
    Knowing that she must work quickly, she sucked on the crotch
of Connie's panties while running her hands over her firm, meaty
legs. She heard Connie say something, but she ignored it. It
should take only a few more minutes for Connie to melt.
    Hannah mouthed the panties. She could feel Connie's pussy
tighten in her mouth. Her thighs jumped at the slightest
movement of Hannah's mouth. Hannah's teeth carefully worked on
the pussy through the material. Connie's pussy felt so wonderful
in her teeth.

    Connie stretched to see the top of the bookcase. The top
showed undisturbed dust. There had never been a book up there.
Before she could look down and say so, she felt movement under
her skirt. In surprise, she looked down to see a bulge in front
of her skirt just seconds before she felt warm cheeks on her
inner thighs. A second later Hannah made first contact with her
crotch filled panties. Connie gasped, not wanting to cry out or
scream, but unable to grasp what was happening to her. It was so
foreign that she couldn't believe what was happening, even though
she could see and feel it. One glance near her feet confirmed
that it was Hannah with her mouth on her pussy.
    "Hannah, stop," Connie gasped, holding on to the top of the
bookcase for dear life.
    "Hannah!" Connie said again, but the warmth in her pussy was
incredible. With her left foot cocked on the ladder, her pussy
was forced open, completely vulnerable.
    Connie suddenly realized that she didn't want Hannah to stop.
In fact she would have insisted that Hannah continue until her
poor pussy was relieved.
    "Oh shit, this is so strange," Connie said, leaning against
the bookcase for support. She placed her elbows on top of the
dusty bookcase and dropped her face to her arms. She panted,
blowing up little puffs of dust.
    Hannah suddenly gripped the crotch of Connie's panties with
the tips of her fingers and pulled them out and aside. The first
direct contact between Hannah's lips, and Connie's pussy was like
an explosion of fire. Connie let out a little squeak, grasping
the bookcase in desperate fingers. Hannah's eager mouth sucked
her bare pussy while her tongue probed the depths of her hot
crotch. The tongue inside her felt six inches long. It snaked
back and forth, tasting and exciting.
    "Hannah, I need to get down from this ladder," Connie said
breathlessly. "My legs can't support me any more."
    Hannah stopped for a moment then eagerly swirled her tongue
up inside Connie before releasing her and allowing her to climb
down.
    "Uh, do you want to quit now?" Hannah asked slyly.
    "Oh hell no," Connie said, then looked down shyly. "Can we
finish?" Connie finally asked.
    "Sure. Let's go into the bedroom," Hannah said, pushing her
along with a hand on her ass.
    "I can't believe I'm doing this it's so... perverted," Connie
finally gasped.
    "Not at all. It's probably the oldest form of love on Earth.
Men are only concerned with sticking their peckers in a hole, any
hole they can find. They use women, if nothing better is
available. Women like to make real love, the kind that nourishes
the body and the mind. It's been going on for centuries.
Unfortunately, women like to feel a good piece of meat between
their legs, this has supported a man's search for a hole, until
recently. Now we have battery operated meat.
    Actually, there have been metal, horn, and ivory dildo's
found in tombs in ancient Egypt, South America, and my own
country, but it takes a lesbian to properly identify them. They
have been classified as pedestals, meat tenderizers, corn
grinders, weapons and dozens of other things," Hannah said,
laughing. She gently pushed Connie to the bed, then turned and
opened a drawer. In a moment she had several different vibrators
laid out on the nightstand.
    "I am going to light up your life," Hannah said, shaking a
short fat dildo in Connie's face. "Pick YOUR weapon," she
pointed at the dildos. Connie looked around tentatively, then
selected a long, narrow dildo made of white plastic.
    "Excellent," Hannah said, slipping out of her bathrobe.
"It's not as realistic feeling as this one, but it gives better
vibration. Come on, get those clothes off," she said with a
smile, giving Connie a hand.
    Connie was fascinated by Hannah's bare, small, upturned tits.
They were small, but absolutely perfect. She wanted to feel them
immediately, but Hannah wanted to see her bare. She felt
Hannah's fingers on her blouse buttons, so she reached down and
undid her skirt. Her panties were cold and wet now, but she
would be out of them shortly. She could go without them on the
way home.
    "Oh shit, you are so huge," Hannah said eagerly as Connie's
tits sprang free of her bra. "I never suspected they were so
large, with the bras you wear."
    "I don't like to flaunt them," Connie said in embarassment.
    "By all means, flaunt them. It's good for business."
    "But aren't you kind of taking advantage of your sex?" Connie
asked uncomfortably as Hannah's hands began tugging on her
panties.
    "Absolutely. It's a new twist on the old "buy me drink" con.
Only now it's "buy my contract," Hannah smiled. "They are still
spending money and I'm still now putting out."
    Connie was finally naked. She helped Hannah off with her own
panties. Hannah was acting more like a sister, than a lover.
She rocked back with her legs in the air and squealed in
happiness when Connie pulled off her black lace panties.
    "Hannah, I'm not comfortable with this whole lesbian thing,
but right now I like this," Connie said in all seriousness.
    "I was hoping you would. I fell in love with that fantastic
body of yours the minute you walked through the door for you
interview. I fantasize about you at night when I use my
dildo's," Hannah said with a shy smile.
    "Please, let's finish," Connie said, squeezing her legs
together as she sat on the bed naked.
    "I want to 69, do you know what that is?" Hannah asked.
    "Sure, everybody does," Connie said, feeling the warmth
spread between her legs again. "You want me to do you too then?"
Connie said uncomfortably.
    "Not if you don't want too, that's what the dildo is for."
    "I'll try," Connie promised as Hannah pushed her back on the
bed and repositioned her. Connie felt so virginal, she didn't
know what to do or when, she just wanted sex before she exploded.
    "Relax and open your legs," Hannah said, moving around so her
knees were near Connie's head. "You need to put a pillow under
your head," Hannah said, grabbing a pillow.
    "Why?"
    "Because a woman has no dick, you have to kink your neck to
reach a woman," Hannah said with a smile.
    "Oh, yeah. I am so damned nervous," Connie said with
shuddering breath.
    "I know, isn't it fantastic?"
    Connie didn't answer because Hannah had just thrown a leg
over her head. Connie was now facing the beautiful woman's
pussy. It was so strange, and so lovely. Connie moved closer to
sniff Hannah. At that moment Hannah's full lipped kiss touched
her pussy. Connie gasped, her eyes widened and she opened her
legs involuntarily to allow Hannah easy access. She shuddered as
Hannah's tongue explored her depths. It snaked up inside her,
tasting her abundant nectar.
    Without hesitation Connie pressed her lips against Hannah's
mound and began sucking. Hannah scooted down so Connie wouldn't
have to bend her neck, now that Connie had started. She was
afraid the sweet girl would back out. She was overjoyed at the
first virginal contact of Connie's lips. It was like a conquest,
only the rewards were sweeter.
    "Shit, that feels so good," Hannah breathed in excitement.
"That feels so damned heavenly good," Hannah said, close to
tears. She placed her sucking lips on Connie's pussy and probed
her wet flesh with her tongue.
    "I have fantasized about this for so long," she moaned and
returned to the fresh pussy in front of her.
    Connie cried into Hannah's pussy, licking the entire envelope
and hoping that she was doing it right. She suddenly remembered
the dildo and groped around on the blanket until her hand came
into contact with it. Bringing it up by her feasting lips, she
looked at the bottom and twisted. It came to life with a buzz.
While sucking on the lower envelope of Hannah's pussy, she
inserted the plastic prick into Hannah's juicy vulva. It slid in
an inch, then seemed to stop. Connie pulled it out and shoved it
back in. It went in several inches before it stopped again.
Finally, she got the vibrator nearly all the way in, stopping
only when it came up against something solid.
    Hannah's busy lips were feasting on Connie's pudding. Hannah
had vowed to make the most of her session with Connie, in case
this was her last and only time with her. Some women were like
that, they felt guilty afterwards and never came back. It was a
sad, recurring part of her sex life, but one she must put up with
to maintain her lifestyle.
    Hannah said nothing when Connie pushed her vibrator in so far
that it hurt. She knew her pussy would adjust shortly.
    Connie looked up at the perfect, lightly tanned ass before
her with affection in her eyes. She was beginning to think of
that ass and pussy as her property. Hannah was her boss, and
possibly her friend, which made her feel she was part owner of
the sweet ass before her. She rapidly slid the vibrator in and
out, while enjoying Hannah's taste. She sucked the lower part of
Hannah's envelope, occasionally searching out the stiff clit with
her eager tongue and torturing it.
    Connie was taken by surprise when the soft fat dildo was
pressed between her legs and shoved in to the hilt. She arched
her back and swung her legs wide to make more room for the fat
prick. It suddenly came to life, vibrating and twisting inside
her. She humped her pussy against Hannah's hand and vibrator.
Crying with each panting breath as her orgasm started building in
her loins, Connie eagerly nuzzled the oriental woman's delicious
mound. She liked the way Hannah's skin turned slightly darker
where it was compressed. She liked the perfume of Hannah's inner
thighs, and the look of her sweet, firm ass in the dim light. It
was so strange and so heavenly. She had never imagined doing
this just a short hour earlier, now she couldn't imagine missing
it. It was so depraved, so exotic, so completely foreign to her
normal lifestyle.
    She had found a new lifestyle, one filled with sweet scents,
soft skin, and erotic thoughts and actions.
    Connie tensed as her loins burned with an increasing fire.
She felt her pelvis clenching as it tried to hold back the liquid
tide of fire. But the wall burst and Connie screamed as her
loins suddenly exploded, gripping the plastic prick desperately,
trying to hold it inside her. The sweet mouth between her legs
was milking her of nectar and setting fire to her loins like
nothing else could. Connie groaned repeatedly, thrusting her
pussy against Hannah's mouth, trying to impale herself with the
brutal dildo, and enduring Hannah's own orgasm.
    Hannah tried to control herself so she could enjoy the
feeling of Connie's first lesbian orgasm. She cried out softly
while her tongue continued to snake around inside Connie. She
thrust the dildo in to the hilt, since it was small enough to
fit. With her face resting on Connie's right thigh, she could
feel it clenching and relaxing as each spasm of the orgasms tore
through her.
    The orgasm eased off and quit way too soon for Hannah's
pleasure. She wanted them to go on forever. With both dildo's
turned off and withdrawn, the girls relaxed. Hannah rolled off
of Connie's depleted body and turned to look at the beautiful
brunette and watch for the telltale signs of regret and
revulsion, the things she hated to see in the faces of her
lovers. With a kind, gentle look she watched Connie, waiting for
her to jump up and say it's late, then race away like others did.
    Connie opened her eyes and looked at her boss. With a smile
she leaned forward and kissed the exotic woman on her warm red
lips.
    "That was so wonderful," Connie said in a dreamy voice.
    Hannah inwardly cried out in joy. She smiled and kissed
Connie on the lips, then lay looking into her eyes.
    "You have now met all the qualifications to be my personal
secretary," Hannah said with a sigh.
    "Sex was one of the qualification?"
    "Certainly. Why hire someone who doesn't want sex. Life's
too short to go without anything you crave."
    "Yeah, I guess it is," Connie said thoughtfully. "So what's
next?"
    "Round two," Hannah said, rolling over on top of Connie.