Conflict of Interest, Part 9

This fictional account contains explicit sexual materials, adult language and
sexual themes.  If these offend you, please do not read further.  The persons
and events described in this work are fictional.  Any similarity to actual
persons or events is strictly coincidental.  Copyright 2002 by SSTORYMAN.  All
rights reserved.  Permission is granted to reproduce this story in any form
and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial

This is a sequel to the author's "Revenge" posted March 2000 and "The Affair"
posted January, 1997.  It may be helpful to read (or re-read) them before
reading this story.  There are also some references to characters who first
appeared in the author's "Lisa's Quest" and "The Vacation."  But familiarity
with these stories isn't necessary to enjoy this one.

Finally, thanks to AZ-MAN for his editorial suggestions, support and
encouragement.


CONFLICT OF INTEREST

9.	Things Get Out of Hand.

   Sandy Rogers was totally exhausted.  Her limp, weary body rested heavily on
Charity's lap.  By now she'd quit crying, but she lay emotionally drained and
motionless in Charity's arms.  Charity was wonderfully excited by this turn of
events.  With her arms wrapped around this beautiful, helpless older woman,
she was getting really turned on.  Sandy was attractive, no doubt.  The sweet
smell of her hair and perfume were almost overwhelming.  She squeezed Sandy
again to further comfort her.

   Smoke still hung in the air, even after ten minutes of intense crying.
Sandy was now completely worn out.  Nestled in Charity's arms, she'd closed
her eyes and just laid there, completely still.  She, too, enjoyed the
physical closeness, and the comfort and security provided by Charity's warm
embrace.

   Charity finally spoke.  "Hey, how are you doing, Sandy?"  There was
tenderness in her voice, a heartfelt compassion that was unmistakable.

   Huddled within her new friend's embrace, Sandy looked up, red-eyed, and
smiled weakly.  "I'm so glad you're here," she whispered softly.  "Thanks for
being here for me."

   "You're more than welcome.  I'm glad to do it," Charity smiled, and she
meant it.  She felt remarkably close to Sandy at that moment.  Her heart went
out to her in this difficult situation.  "But you know what?  You did good,
Sandy.  You smoked almost a whole cigarette, and you did it like a champion.
As much as I know you didn't want to, you were still great."

   "I know," the blond older woman sighed.  "Even after all the years, it
wasn't hard.  But I couldn't have done it with Larilyn, at least, not the
first time.  I really needed someone who's on my side, someone who could help
me deal with the emotions of it all.  Thank you so much, Charity," she softly
added.  "You're the best!"

   Charity leaned over to kiss Sandy compassionately on the forehead.  "Like I
said, honey, I'm happy to help.  I like you, Sandy.  I really do."

   In response, Sandy snuggled tighter against Charity's chest.  The younger
woman felt Sandy's head nuzzling against her breasts, and she gasped
involuntarily.

   "I like you, too, Charity," Sandy cooed, ignoring her gasp, before she
could say more.  "And I'll be honest.  I wish we could be more than friends,
more than just attorney and client, if you know what I mean."

   Charity knew exactly what she meant.  The sensation of Sandy's warm flesh
touching hers was thrilling.  Impulsively, she leaned over a second time.
This time, instead of kissing Sandy on the forehead, she gently kissed her on
the right cheek.

   Sandy rotated her head, so their lips were only millimeters apart.  But
Charity didn't pull away.  

   "Don't do this," her brain screamed to her.  "This is a huge mistake!"  But
Charity paid no attention.  The heat of Sandy's breath on her mouth made her
crotch feel oh so wet!  Without wavering she moved her head towards Sandy's.
Their lips met.  They kissed.  It was oh-so-soft and gentle.  Gooseflesh
covered Charity's arms and legs.  She breathed harder.  She kissed Sandy
again, harder this time, and Sandy kissed back.

   Charity never intended for this to happen; at least not consciously.
Nevertheless, she and Sandy were locked in a passionate, fervent embrace.  And
Charity wanted her.  Yes, she wanted to posses Sandy, wholly, completely.  To
hell with her pledge of fidelity to Rene!  Her passion was fully aroused, and
she didn't want to deny what she felt.  The two women had shared perhaps the
most vulnerable moment in Sandy's entire life.  After that sharing, Charity
wanted her new friend.  And she knew Sandy wanted her, too.

   Without words the women began to grope each other while their mouths
frantically kissed.  Charity's hands found their way underneath the skimpy
sundress.  Sandy was wearing no bra, and Charity began to squeeze and massage
her taut breasts.  In response, Sandy groaned almost uncontrollably.  Her
hands went up under Charity's short skirt and found the attorney's firm little
ass.  She, too, squeezed with ardent devotion.  It was Charity's turn to gasp
wildly.

   The blinds were already shut, to keep Sandy's neighbors from seeing her
smoke.  They obscured the sight of the two women making love passionately and
without restraint.  In seconds Sandy's sundress was over her head, and
Charity's blouse and skirt were cast aside.  The two blonds groped each other,
feverishly kissing while their hands explored every part of their naked
bodies.  A long and passionate time of lovemaking ensued.  Charity found
Larilyn's report to Rene wasn't exaggerated:  Sandy Rogers was adept at
driving a female lover crazy.  And Charity loved it, passionately responding
in kind.  It was a loving and highly enjoyable exercise for them both.

   After both woman had repeated orgasms, they laid satiated on the floor of
Sandy's living room.  They were naked and exhausted.  Charity laughed.  "Oh my
God," she gasped.  "I did _not_ intend for that to happen.  But it was
wonderful, Sandy.  God, you are fuckin' good!"

   Sandy grinned lecherously.  "Well, I _did_ intend for it to happen.
Charity, I wanted you the first time I saw you.  I was attracted to you from
the start.  When you said you were a lesbian, well, I almost couldn't restrain
myself.  You're so sweet, and so beautiful.  And let me tell you, honey.  My
expectations were _not_ disappointed.  I may hate Rene Williams, but your
lover taught you well.  It was marvelous.  I feel completely satisfied right
now, sweetie."

   "Me, too," Charity agreed with a laugh.  "You know, I heard you were hot,
Sandy.  But I never guessed how hot!  Wow!  It's not professional for a lawyer
to have sex with a client.  But frankly, I don't give a damn about that right
now.  It was so great, I don't care."

   It was Sandy's turn to giggle.  She nuzzled against Charity's shoulder and
sighed.  "I don't know how your lover Rene would feel about it, Charity, but
consider this.  I'd love to keep seeing you, whenever you can.  What do you
think of that idea?"

   "You're not just saying this because you want to hurt Rene?  You're
serious?"

   "Yeah, I'm completely serious," Sandy laughed.  "As serious as I can be.
Can we see each other again, Charity?  Other than as lawyer and client, I
mean?""

   The younger woman frowned.  Her body felt as if it was on fire.  She liked
being with Sandy.  There was no question about that.  But Rene would be pissed
_if_ she told her.  Of course, maybe she didn't have to.  She paused while she
pondered it all.  "Hey, Sandy, do you mind if I ? if we ? have a cigarette?
I'd like to smoke while I think about your proposal."

   "Oh shit," Sandy muttered.  "For a moment I forgot you smoke."

   Charity grinned.  "Come on, Sandy baby," she chided evilly.  "Don't try to
tell me you've never in your life had a post-coital cigarette?"  Sandy didn't
answer.  She went on.  "C'mon and join me, Sandy.  It's good practice.
Larilyn will make you smoke after you guys have sex.  You need to get your
resistance up, if you're going to survive her plans for you."

   Sandy hesitated.  Undaunted, Charity continued her sales job.  Her tone
became softer, and slightly syrupy.  "Oh Sandy, do it for me.  I want a
cigarette, and I want you to have one with me.  You know you liked it," she
teased mercilessly.  "Pretty please?"

   The naked blond sighed.  "Oh, shit, you're right.  I do need to work up my
nicotine tolerance.  Okay, what the hell!  I'll smoke another one with you."

   "That's a good girl," Charity beamed, retrieving her Marlboro Lights 100's
and the makeshift ashtray.  She gave Sandy a cigarette, who took it gingerly.
"If you smoke with me now, honey, I'll reward you as we go along."  She began
to run her fingers up and down Sandy's naked, perfectly chiseled thigh.

   "God, you're as bad as that bitch Larilyn," Sandy said, shaking her head.
But she liked the feel of Charity's fingers carefully traversing her upper
leg.  "All right.  If it makes you happy, honey, then I'll do it."

   By now a cigarette dangled from Charity's full lips.  "It makes me _very_
happy, Sandy, baby."  She lit her cigarette, then Sandy's.  "And when I'm
happy, I'm a lot more fun.  A _hell_ of a lot more fun.  Trust me."

   Sandy took an initial drag, sucked the smoke inside her chest, and pursed
her lips for a lengthy exhale.  "I'm sure you can be wickedly entertaining,
Charity," she smiled.

   To Sandy, the scary thing was, the cigarette _did_ taste good!  Damn good.
Her younger friend was right.  In her youth she enjoyed many a post-coital
cigarette.  She'd completely forgotten how nice it was to smoke after sex.  In
the aftermath of wonderful physical and emotional stimulation, she found it
easier to momentarily forget her passionate hatred of smokers and smoking, a
habit she so long ago abandoned.

   Sandy took another drag.  In unspoken recompense, Charity slowly kissed and
licked her taut abdomen.  Sandy's response to the touch and feel of Charity's
soft lips on her torso was to involuntarily breathe in hard.  In the process
she pulled the smoke she'd inhaled deeper inside her lungs than she intended.
The combined sensation was electrifying.  The nicotine that was soaking into
her system intensified the pleasure of Charity caressing her body.  She
groaned, and as she did, small intermittent bursts of smoke escaped through
her mouth and nostrils.  God, did she feel wonderful!

   Sandy put her left hand on Charity's brown-haired head, pressing her harder
against her abdomen.  Without consciously thinking about it, she lifted her
right hand to her lips to put her burning cigarette back in her mouth.  She
took yet another long, hard drag, and sucked more smoke into her chest,
groaning and moaning with pleasure in response to the combined stimulus.

   Charity sensed what was happening, though with her face buried in Sandy's
tummy, she saw none of it.  She slowly increased her kissing and licking, and
added the smooth motion of supple fingers softly caressing her new lover's
thighs.  Sandy continued moaning passionately, full of desire.  Most
importantly, from Charity's viewpoint, she also continued to smoke her
cigarette with fierce determination.

   The distraction of Charity's tender, passionate lovemaking proved a perfect
antidote for Sandy's long standing antipathy toward smoking.  She had a
cigarette in her hand, but her mind was elsewhere, preoccupied by the
blond-haired beauty sucking and licking her down below.  So she smoked the
Marlboro Light 100 extremely aggressively, almost without realizing she was
doing it.  And each time Sandy took another drag, Charity intensified the
physical stimulation, which in turn made Sandy breathe the smoke even deeper
inside her writhing body.

   Finally, her cigarette burned down to the filter.  Sandy reached over and
crushed it in the ashtray after taking a final hit.  Charity lifted her head
just in time to see a last voluminous exhale leaving Sandy's parted but
smiling lips.

   "Hey there, baby," Charity quietly purred.  "How are you doing?"

   "Oh my God," Sandy gasped.  "I thought I was done before.  But I guess I
wasn't."

   "I wasn't talking about that.  I mean, how are you doing after that
cigarette?  I hate to say this, for your sake, that is, but you sure as hell
seemed to enjoy it!"

   Sandy nervously ran her fingers through her short blond hair.  "Look,
Charity, I never said nicotine isn't a powerful and pleasurable stimulant,"
she replied decisively.  "I simply object to it because it's so fucking
dangerous."

   Undaunted by her reply, Charity already had placed another unlit cigarette
between her lips, in part because she didn't get to properly smoke the one she
lit up before pleasuring her friend.  "Yeah, well, maybe so," she said with a
wicked smile.  "But every now and then something that's fucking pleasurable is
worth going for, even if it is a little dangerous."  With that, she clicked
her lighter and lit up.

   Sandy shook her head.  "Charity, honey, you don't get it.  It's not an even
tradeoff.  It's just not a risk worth taking to do what you're doing to
yourself."

   The younger woman impudently took a powerful hit off her cigarette and
leaned close.  "Well, I disagree, baby doll," she cooed, releasing a stream of
smoke directly into Sandy's face.  "And deep down, I think you don't really
buy all that shit you're spewing!  Because you like to smoke, Sandy.  Come on,
admit it.  You'd love to smoke, if you thought you could get away with it."

   "That's not true," Sandy sputtered.

   "Oh yes it is," Charity countered confidently.  "Your body's crying out for
more and more wonderful, delicious tobacco smoke, even though your brain may
be screaming at you that you shouldn't have any.  But your body wants it
nonetheless, because deep down you love it!"  She puffed again, but this time,
instead of inhaling deeply as she usually did, she leaned forward and vented
her exhaled smoke directly into Sandy's mouth.

   The short-haired blond didn't budge.  She let the exhaled smoke to enter
her mouth.  Despite herself, she somewhat reluctantly breathed it in.  Tears
once again formed in her eyes.  "Goddamn it, Charity, you're right.  I _do_
like it," she tearfully admitted.  "I do!"

   "No, no, honey, that's not right.  It's more than that.  You don't just
_like_ it, baby.  You fuckin' love it!  And you want more of it, too.  Admit
it."

   Sandy didn't answer, so Charity took another protracted drag.  Once more,
she pressed her lips against Sandy's and exhaled forcefully directly into her
mouth.  "Don't deny it any longer, baby doll," she whispered earnestly, as
Sandy breathed in more smoke.  "You don't have to deny it.  Just listen to
your heart for a change, sweetie, instead of your brain."

   Sandy closed her eyes while holding the smoke inside for what seemed like
an eternity.  Finally, reluctantly, she opened her mouth to exhale.  Wisps of
smoke trickled from her lips.  By now she was crying fitfully.  Charity
reached out and hugged her weeping friend again.

   She smiled while she rocked Sandy gently in her arms, as the older woman
quietly wept bitter tears.  Without a word Charity held her cigarette up to
Sandy's mouth.  The white filter tip of the cigarette gently touched her new
lover's lower lip.  Sandy opened her eyes, saw the cigarette, and knew what to
do.  Obediently she wrapped her mouth around the filter and sucked hard, while
tears streamed down her pretty face.  In a few seconds, sensing Sandy was
done, Charity pulled it back, and Sandy inhaled another mouthful of smoke,
still crying the entire time.

   "There, there," she whispered reassuringly into Sandy's ear.  Bursts of
smoke flowed from Sandy's lips in between whimpers.  "Everything will be all
right, baby.  Yes, yes, you'll see.  Everything's going to be just fine.  Your
new friend Charity knows what you need, honey.  Trust me.  Stop thinking about
it so much.  Let me take care of you.  You're going to be fine."  With that,
she put the cigarette back before her friend's mouth so she could have another
puff.

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   Rene, Adrienne and Larilyn sat around Adrienne's kitchen table.  It'd been
awhile since Rene had been inside Adrienne and Brianna's apartment.  It
brought back fond memories.

   "You're the lawyer, Rene, but this agreement looks fine to me," Larilyn
nodded.  "Like I said, I don't care about promising I'll never tell a soul
about Sandy being a lesbian, and I sure as hell don't mind giving her the
negatives.  As long as she spends the time smoking with us, I don't care about
anything else."  She passed the draft document back across the table to her
attorney.

   Rene spoke.  "The important thing is you want to avoid any claim she might
try to bring later for invasion of privacy, or pain and suffering, or anything
else," she explained.  "Otherwise, I agree with you.  I'll give Charity my
word of honor that you'll sign this agreement and deliver the negatives just
as soon as Sandy's time of smoking ecstasy is completed."

   "So, when will we do this thing?" Adrienne wanted to know.  "Didn't you say
the deadline is Monday?  She's got to meet with us before then."

   "Right," Rene agreed.  "I suggested to Charity that we arrange for it to
happen this Sunday afternoon or evening.  You guys will have to decide where."

   "Let's do it here," Adrienne suggested.  She looked at Larilyn.  "Your
younger daughter Andrea still lives at home, right?  So you probably don't
want to do it at your place?"

   "Doing it here's fine," Larilyn answered.  She looked at Rene.  "Do you
really think this is going to happen?"

   Rene stood up and stretched.  "I haven't heard from Charity all day.  She
said she'd recommend it to her client, I mean, to Sandy.  Charity didn't come
home tonight after work.  My guess is she's meeting with Sandy this evening to
talk about it.  Hopefully, to talk her into it."

   Larilyn quietly reached for her cigarettes.  She put a B&H in her mouth and
picked up her lighter.  "I can't believe none of us has lit up," she grinned.
"We've been here fifteen minutes.  I thought we were smokers!"  She fired up
her lighter and ignited her cigarette.

   Adrienne laughed and reached into her purse, which was on the table, and
removed a box of Virginia Slims 120's.  "Yeah, well, we've been distracted
listening to Rene go on and on about that stupid non-disclosure agreement, or
whatever you call it.  But I agree, Larilyn.  It's time to smoke."  She, too,
took up a lighter and lit up.  "You know, I have to admit, Rene, you're good,"
she added, cigarette dangling.  "You're damn good if you can pull this off."

   The brunette attorney smiled and followed the lead.  She opened her purse
and took out a pack of Marlboro 100's.  "I just wish we knew what's happening.
But I suspect Charity feels she can't talk to me until she has a definitive
answer from her client."

   Seeing Rene deposit a cork-tipped Marlboro 100 in her mouth, Larilyn smiled
broadly.  "Hey, I see you took my advice, Rene.  Looks like you switched
brands.  Did you?"

   Rene nodded during a formidable first drag.  "Yeah, I did," she admitted,
before proceeding into a double-pump.  "After we talked about it, I went and
bummed a Red off a friend of mine.  It tasted so damn good, I bought myself a
carton on my way home from work."

   Adrienne looked puzzled, so Rene explained.

   "Larilyn and I were talking about whether it makes any sense to smoke
lights.  I smoke all the time.  For years I've been smoking lights, but I
always enjoyed having a full flavor smoke for a change of pace.  Well, today
Larilyn suggested I consider 'trading up' and going with a full flavor brand
all the time."  She smiled.  "Marlboro 100s are great.  They're so
satisfying," she acknowledged while exhaling a thick stream of smoke into the
air.

   "Yeah, well, I get more smoke slightly differently," Adrienne grinned.  "My
120s are technically lights, but they're longer, so they deliver plenty of
nicotine.  And that's what I like," she added impishly.  "I guess that's what
we _all_ like.  And pretty soon, we'll be getting Sandy Rogers to like it,
too."

   "God, I hope so," Larilyn said, shaking her head.  "I'll be glad when this
is done.  I don't like threats of lawsuits.  I should've known it was a
possibility when I threatened Sandy.  I guess it never occurred to me she'd go
to a lawyer."  She reached out her hand and rested it on top of Rene's.  "But
I have the best damn lawyer in town.  And the fact that she's a smoker and
she's cute, well, I guess that's just a nice bonus."

   Adrienne laughed.  "Larilyn, Rene's the best, and not just as a lawyer.
She's pretty damn hot between the sheets.  I can definitely testify to that!"

   "Hey, this is a professional meeting.  My prowess as a lover isn't at
issue," Rene mumbled.  But she had a grin on her face.  She liked Adrienne's
compliment.  Seeing her again was bringing something back to life.  She felt a
growing desire to rekindle the fire of her old romantic liaison with Adrienne.
The sex had been great.  In one way she was content with her new, supposedly
exclusive relationship with the more innocent looking Charity.  But there was
just something about Adrienne.  She had a devilish, sophisticated attitude, a
flair for the unconventional, and being around Adrienne was making it
increasingly hard for Rene not to want her all over again.

   Adrienne noticed the shameless twinkle in Rene's eye.  "Your prowess as a
lover may not be the issue," she smiled.  "But you can't deny that we had some
damn good times in bed."  She paused for a hit on her VS 120.  "For that
matter, Larilyn and I had some fun together, too," she went on, with smoke
gushing from her smiling lips.  "I had the pleasure of sleeping with both you
girls, and you're both incredibly hot.  Rene it's too bad you're in a
supposedly exclusive relationship these days, because being here with you
again tonight makes me wish we could pick thing back up right where we left
off."

   "Adrienne, you're as incorrigible as ever," Larilyn laughed.  "Are you
trying to seduce Rene?"

   The busty blond shamelessly nodded.  "You both know me pretty well, girls.
I like sex, and when I want it, God, I want it!  I'm not interested in
seducing just Rene.  I'd like all three of us to have some fun together, if
you know what I mean."  She reached across the table.  This time she grabbed
Larilyn's wrist, who in turn looked at Rene and smiled.

   "Hey, wait a minute, guys," Rene stammered.  She stopped for a powerful hit
on her Marlboro 100.  Sucking the smoke deep into her chest, she went on.  "Is
this some kind of a setup?  You can't ask me to do this to Charity!"

   "Honey, I'm not asking you to do it to Charity," Adrienne interrupted with
a wicked grin.  "I think both Larilyn and I are asking you to do it to us!"
She licked her painted lips.  "Tell me you haven't been thinking about getting
me into bed from the moment you got here, Rene Williams.  And I know you find
Larilyn very attractive, too, because you've told me so."

   Rene began to object, but Adrienne put her index finger in front of her
mouth.  "Shh," she commanded impishly.  "Don't say a thing, baby.  You know I
don't fuckin' believe in exclusive relationships.  I believe only in sexual
pleasure."  She began to stroke Larilyn's fingers with her hand.  The
statuesque brunette sighed aloud.  "All three of us, including you, Rene baby,
want it.  And don't give us any shit about not wanting it, or not wanting it
in a threesome.  Because I can tell some spicy stories about that night you,
Brianna and I all wound up in bed together."

   It was Larilyn's turn to speak.  "Rene, I may not be as promiscuous as
Adrienne, but I agree with her.  When your blood boils, it's asinine not to
give in and take what you want.  You're a very pretty, and very sweet girl,
Rene.  I really appreciate our professional relationship.  But like Adrienne,
I'm not opposed to it becoming something more.  Something more exciting.
Something that would bring all of us pleasure."  After taking a hit from her
B&H, Larilyn shamelessly, breathlessly leaned over and kissed Adrienne
directly on the lips.

   Seeing Adrienne and Larilyn kiss, and seeing exhaled smoke spurt from their
mouths and nostrils while their lips were locked, was simply too much for
Rene.  She _did_ want it.  Her relationship with Charity be damned!  She
wanted both of them.  Larilyn was tall and stately; Adrienne was busty and
insolent.  Each was beautiful.  Adrienne was right.  She was no prude.  The
idea of a threesome never troubled her in the past, and it didn't trouble her
now, either.

   She came around the table beside the other women.  She put her hand on
Adrienne's shoulder and began massaging her back.  "Adrienne, I've always had
the hots for you.  You know that.  And you're right.  I was attracted to you,
Larilyn, the moment I met you."  She put her cigarette in her mouth and laid
her other hand on Larilyn's neck.  "Let's just agree that we'll say nothing to
Charity about what happens here.  Agreed?"

   Adrienne laughed and stood up.  "You already told us this meeting is
strictly attorney-client privilege.  Legally we aren't allowed to tell Charity
anything about what happens here.  Isn't that right?"  Larilyn also stood, and
both women pulled Rene into a three-way embrace.  She didn't even try to
resist, instead wrapping her arms around them both.

   "It's odd, Rene," Larilyn sighed.  "But seeing you smoking Marlboro Reds,
changing your brand right after I suggested it, God, it really turns me on!  I
love seeing a beautiful woman like you properly indulge herself and even
further increase the vigor of her already well developed smoking habit.  Rene,
you look fuckin' great, incredibly sexy, with that long, cork-filtered
cigarette hanging from your cute little mouth.  And if will take it out for
just a second, I'd also love to kiss that sweet mouth of yours."

   Without a word Rene removed her dangling cigarette.  Larilyn planted her
lips on hers.  As they kissed, Adrienne simultaneously groped for Rene's
breasts.  Rene had on a blue blazer and silk blouse, but the blond woman's
fingers soon made their way underneath them both.

   "Oh, God," gasped Rene.  "I didn't expect this.  But I _like_ it!"

   "Yes, of course you do, baby.  All of us love it.  And we're going to love
it for awhile," Adrienne promised.  "I've wanted you both back in the sack for
a while.  I just never dreamed it'd be the three of us together."

   They stumbled their way into the living room and onto the large couch in
the center of the Adrienne's living room.  Adrienne lit up a fresh VS 120
while Larilyn began to unbutton Rene's white silk blouse.  Adrienne then
returned to the kitchen to bring Larilyn her Benson & Hedges.

   "Let's you and me do Rene first," she suggested, giving the gold pack to
the tall brunette.  "If I remember correctly, Larilyn, you like to smoke while
we do this."

   Larilyn nodded ardently.  "I never have sex without smoking now," she
giggled wantonly.  "In fact, Adrienne, I never do _anything_ anymore without
smoking."  She lit up a B&H and turned her attention to Rene, who had stripped
down to her bra and panties and was lying prone on the sofa.  "You don't need
a cigarette, Rene," she promised.  "Adrienne and I will feed you plenty of
smoke for the next few minutes."  She took a long drag, sucked the smoke
inside, and forced her mouth onto Rene's.

   Adrienne likewise doffed her blouse.  She wore a lace bra that barely
contained her big, round tits.  She kneeled and began kissing and stroking
Rene's pelvic area.  "Ladies, this is going to lots of fun," she promised.

   Suddenly Larilyn stopped.  "Wait a minute, Rene," she grinned.  "We need to
get one thing straight.  You've turned off the meter for this part of our
little meeting, haven't you?"

   Rene laughed out loud.  It was an eager, wanton giggle.  From her nostrils
escaped wisps of smoke which Larilyn had just shared with her during their
passionate embrace.  "Don't worry, Larilyn," she promised.  "I'm off the clock
for the rest of the evening."

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