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  Vanessa turned around with tears streaming from her eyes past her smiling lips. “Thank you,” she mumbled. She reached for Candy's breasts.

  Candy took her hand and kissed it, before sucking her fingers.

  “Another time.”

  Vanessa was silenced by the awkwardness of the moment. She had just experienced sex that satisfied her on another level. But the reality that a woman's tongue had roamed her body sent her a mixed message. She wanted Candy more than anything, but she didn’t know what to make of that burning desire. Staring at Candy, she imagined the taste her flesh, her skin, her clit, the lips of her pussy, her asshole. There was no place on Candy's body that Vanessa did not yearn to explore. She wanted to please Candy, to return the unique blessing that Candy had bestowed upon her. But Vanessa was rendered immobile by her own inexperience and Candy telling her “another time.”

  “It's almost time to open the shop. Go in there and clean yourself up.” Candy pointed to the bathroom door behind her desk.

  Vanessa leaned against the wall, watching Candy's flawless figure. She wanted to cradle her breasts. She needed to feel them in her mouth. Vanessa wanted Candy to ride her face like she had done Vera's. Vanessa felt like a junkie experiencing withdrawals. She was liberated, but frustrated that what was started could not continue immediately. She regretted that she had waited so long to do what she now felt was so right. But she knew there would be many future opportunities to make up for lost time.

  RICH

  It was a Sunday afternoon and Rich was seated inside Manhattan's Kellari Taverna. The exclusive restaurant was filled with people who would leave the eatery if they knew Rich was a drug dealer. Even the woman sitting across from him would flee if she knew his real occupation. Her name was Linda and she was a media consultant from New Rochelle. Free had set Rich up with her. Linda was the product of a Japanese mother and Trinidadian father, so her exotic eyes and skin tone attracted Rich immediately. He was determined to slide between her slim thighs as soon as possible.

  “I just love this restaurant,” Linda said. She had been mouthing off about the eatery since she and Rich arrived twenty minutes earlier. She boasted about being there several times before for power brunches with executives from FOX News.

  Rich was more concerned with the cleavage underneath her sleeveless dress. It was hard for him not to gaze at it. He knew Linda had spotted his wandering eyes more than once. From the smiles she responded with, he was certain that it was not a problem. He interpreted her blushing as a hint that he would get his chance to see a full view of her breasts before the night was over.

  “You haven't touched your Solmos,” she uttered the Greek word for avocado-dusted salmon with grilled asparagus, baby carrots and finger potatoes served with blood orange vinaigrette.

  Rich had practically eaten the entire side dish of onion rings and flirted with the vegetables, but he wasn't moved by the sight of the fish. He had been cutting back on eating food with a face since Vanessa was an excellent chef, but meat was never on her menus. She had been stuffing Rich's stomach with meatless meals at her apartment, where he had been spending a good amount of time.

  After Rich did not respond to the food comment, Linda said, “I love salmon. You should see the buffets they serve at NBC before the executive meetings. I've been to several of them. Linda's shallow conversation had also contributed to Rich losing his appetite. Everything out of her mouth was work-related, as if they were on a power brunch instead of a personal dinner. She wore her work on her sleeve, replacing her individuality with business jargon and the job title media consultant. She lacked the free thought and carefree nature that Rich had begun to value in Vanessa.

  “You okay?” Linda asked. “The last time someone sat silent at one of these tables with me, I lost out on a major deal that could've boosted my career tenfold.”

  It's time to turn it up on her. “Excuse me, baby. My mind is just wrestling with the reality of sitting here with such a beautiful woman.”

  Linda smiled. “Thank you for the compliment.”

  “I'm curious. What is it that you do to unwind after those long work hours?”

  “Well, I enjoy theatre. I spend a good deal of time shopping at Saks, of course.” She grinned and patted her chest. “This Isaac Mizrahi piece happens to be one of my most recent purchases.”

  Rich squinted his eyes seductively. “Clothes can only do so much. It's your beauty and your body that bring out that dress.”

  “Flattery is one path that leads to my heart.”

  “Then maybe I should admit how your eyes mesmerize me.”

  “Maybe I like a man who's not afraid to admit the effect a woman has on him.”

  “Your skin tone is so perfect and smooth. The way your dimples glow each time your sexy lips pave the way for that picture perfect smile.” Rich closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head, before opening them. “Every second I look at you, it becomes harder and harder for me to be a good boy and keep my hands to myself.”

  Linda was speechless. Her eyes were glued to his. She was clearly surprised, in a good way. Her mind seemed to be rationalizing her next statement. “I can see where this is going,” she said.

  “You ready for the ride?”

  “I like to ride.”

  “Life in the fast lane?” Rich licked his lips.

  “Or sometimes nice and slow.”

  Rich laughed to himself at the tic-for-tat flirtation of wordplay he and Linda were engaged in. Free had told Rich that Linda had a very sexually driven persona that she hid behind her air of professionalism. Free had been introduced to her by an old friend who said she was practically a nymphomaniac. Rich continued the conversation for a few more minutes, before their sexual tension led to them expressing direct desires. They left the restaurant and headed to Linda's room at the Plaza Hotel.

  Linda tossed her Chanel bag on one of the end tables. “I'm telling you now,” she said, stepping out of her dress, “I wanna be fucked right.”

  I like this freak here. Rich was naked, slipping on a condom. He thought of the many women he met that transformed from angels in public to animals behind closed doors and lust guided their actions.

  “No nice and slow tonight,” Linda said. “We're not in love.”

  Rich tore her panties off and pushed her onto the bed.

  “Yeah,” she looked up at him with a smile. “That's how I like it.”

  He turned her over and slipped a pillow underneath her, propping her butt up. Staring at her tan complexion, he leaned down and climbed inside of her. What the fuck? He felt as if his ten inches of thickness was fighting to find friction in an endless tunnel. The walls of her insides had been demolished like a building at a construction site.

  “Go deeper,” Linda panted as Rich stroked.

  He plunged and pounded, shifted and stroked, ramming into her in search of stimulation, only to find five minutes of frustration. Refusing to waste his time and energy, he removed himself from her. He grabbed a small bottle of lotion from the end table and lubricated her ass and his condom.

  “You better fuck my ass right,” she said. “Or don't even go there.”

  Rich parted one cheek and guided himself inside.

  Linda grunted like a cow being prodded on a farm. Then she screamed, “Fuck my ass!”

  Rich worked in and out. Her tightness pleasured him, but he could tell that her ass had been worked out regularly. He had been through enough anal adventures with women to know when a female kept her backdoor shut, open on holidays or twenty-four hours a day. Linda was definitely the twenty-four seven-type. Business was never closed for her.

  “Harder,” she demanded.

  Rich pulled the pillow from underneath her. He commanded her to get on her knees. Once she did, he put her hands against the wall, and rammed into her ass, grabbing a handful of her hair. She screamed and thrust her ass back into Rich's strokes. He began slapping her ass.

  “Yeah. Like that. Take this ass.”

  Her
voice turned Rich on. He slammed into her harder and faster, grabbing her waist with both hands. The soft flesh of her butt clapped against his thighs. His palms grew sweaty as his body heated up until he came, overflowing the condom. He slapped her ass one last time, then rolled over on the king-sized bed.

  Linda turned around, glaring at him like a cop who had just

  run a crook down and arrested him. “Don't tell me you're finished.”

  Rich chuckled, removing the condom and tossing it in the nearby trashcan. He grabbed her panties and wiped his dick dry. He slid off the bed and began getting dressed.

  “Fuck this. Where's my bag?” Linda looked around like a detective searching for clues at a crime scene. She pulled an extra large vibrator from her handbag and began jamming it inside of herself.”

  This freak is something else. Rich specialized in women with high sex drives and the desire for experimenting, but Linda’s sexual craving left him disgusted. He was still irritated about the warped pothole between her legs that he had sunk into. It was a symbol of what he perceived to be the force of countless men who had pillaged her sanctity. He assumed all women he dealt with were sexually active with other men. But he rarely felt physical reminders of those men on the women's bodies.

  Rich walked out without a word and thought of Vanessa. She was becoming the model for his expectations in women. Linda clearly existed in another world as far apart from Vanessa as the sun and earth. Linda made Rich think of everything he hated about women and liked about Vanessa. It had been years since he was in a relationship with a female he appreciated as a person and not just a tool for sexual pleasure. But one of Rich's past experiences was preventing him from giving Vanessa the commitment he felt she deserved. Yet, his feelings for her were causing him to ponder if she was capable of helping him overcome his past.

  CHAPTER SIX

  CANDY

  I gave up hope on men,” Candy said as she lay in Vanessa's bed with her. She was explaining the depth of her transition from men to woman and why she would never involve herself with a man again. “There's nothing like a woman.”

  “I admit that you make me feel sex on another level, but I just love men. When Rich is fucking me and handling me, shit.” Vanessa closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. “They call it manhandling for a reason.”

  Candy gently ran her hand between Vanessa's legs. She could feel her vibrate as her hand traveled to Vanessa's breasts, then into her mouth.

  Vanessa sucked on Candy's fingers.

  Candy asked, “Does Rich make you feel like that?”

  Vanessa twisted her head. “No.” She guided Candy's hand back between her legs. Candy slowly swiped two wet fingers back and forth around Vanessa's clit, bringing her body to a rumble. Vanessa’s lips quivered and her eyes blinked uncontrollably. Even her hands were trembling. Candy kissed her passionately, while Vanessa began humping her hand. Candy trailed her tongue into Vanessa's ear and moaned. “Rich make you feel like this?”

  “Please,” Vanessa begged. “Please.”

  Candy leaned back and smiled when she felt Vanessa's juices flow onto her fingers and down her leg. She eased her wet fingers back into Vanessa's mouth, watching tears trail from her eyes as Vanessa suckled her fingers. “Rich make you cry with just a touch?”

  “No,” Vanessa whispered.

  Candy wiped Vanessa's tears and kissed her. It was one of the many episodes that occurred between them within the past month since Candy had begun sexing Vanessa into submission. Candy had worked every move on her that she knew and used every sex toy she had, several that Vanessa did not know existed. After each encounter, Vanessa confessed that Candy brought feelings out of her that she did not know she had. But Vanessa had seven years of sex with men that peaked with a versatile stud who had the biggest dick she had seen and was more experienced than any man who had ever sexed her. So while Candy knew she had a hold on Vanessa, she understood that Rich did also.

  Candy knew she could not compare to Rich and Rich could not compare to her. They were experts in the same field who used equally powerful tools in different ways. Candy wanted Vanessa for herself, but she did not mind settling for the position that Vanessa played in her life. The video of their first swing at sex was just another recording to add to the collection of porn she owned. She had no intentions of revealing it to Chanel as they had planned. Just as she had no intention of revealing her relationship with Vanessa to anyone.

  “That was good,” Vanessa said, getting up.

  “It's always good, ain't it?”

  “Yeah. Now I'm ready for some dick.” Vanessa giggled.

  “Good for you.”

  “You don't know what you're missing, girl.”

  “I'm eight years older than you, Vanessa. When you was humping boys in the school staircase, I was in bed with grown men.”

  “But you admitted that a man never made you cum with his dick.”

  Candy reflected on that reality. She had often flaunted it as a justification for why she began experimenting with women. She had only experienced orgasms from men through oral sex. There were times when she had wondered if her body was somehow sexually dysfunctional. She eventually realized that she was simply involved with minute men, inexperienced guys and selfish sex partners. So with that curse, and the pain of losing the only man she had ever loved, Candy took a shot at the world of women.

  “I've got the best of both worlds,” Vanessa said. “What more could you ask for?”

  Candy noticed the clock on her wall. She had an appointment in two hours with a representative from SCORE. They were scheduled to discuss her business idea. “I gotta go take care of this business,” Candy said.

  “The meeting Leah set up for you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She might as well be your business partner,” Vanessa said.

  “She has been helping me a lot.”

  “She gave you the business idea and pretty much rewrote your business plan from just a few ideas you had.”

  “That's why I like her. She's professional and that’s why I let her run the shop when I'm not around. She's about her business and pretty quiet.”

  “Sneaky,” Vanessa said.

  Candy assumed Vanessa was critical of Leah because Leah was known to get on Candy about her love for younger women. Candy wondered about Leah's comments sometimes. But Leah had been consistent in helping her. Plus Leah was the most respectful woman in the shop. It was Chanel's jealousy of Vanessa that Candy hoped would not cause a problem in the future.

  * * *

  After showering and getting dressed, Candy stepped outside, jumped into her BMW and started the engine. As she was about to pull off, she thought of Vanessa and all the praise that she gave Rich. Although Candy didn’t feel there was a competition between her and Rich, she felt that Rich did not deserve to be worshiped. Not just by Vanessa, but by any of the countless women that put him on a pedestal. No man deserved such treatment in Candy's eyes.

  Candy drove downtown and walked into the building that housed the Small Business Administration. She took in the ogling eyes of men who stared at her as she stepped through the building. The Yves Saint Laurent business suit she wore highlighted her sexuality with an aura of professionalism. One man flirted with her, walking beside her, saying all the right things that would have impressed her years ago. Candy brushed him off with a lie about her being in a relationship.

  “That's not a problem for me,” he countered.

  Candy flashed a smile as the elevator door opened. She stepped inside, leaving the man behind. He was fine. Candy had never ridded herself of the ability to recognize handsome men. Occasionally, she even felt her heart flutter or that tingling sensation between her legs when she saw a man's bare chest or a bulge in his pants. But her days of acting off her impulses were over. She had developed a level of discipline that countered the control men had once wielded over her.

  Once Candy stepped off the elevator, she spoke to a receptionist, who directed her to
the office of the SCORE representative she came to see. Candy walked into his office and introduced herself.

  “I'm David Rosenberg,” the aging Jewish man responded with an inviting smile. He adjusted his glasses and sat in his leather executive chair.

  “It's good to finally meet you,” Candy said.

  “Likewise. Have a seat,” he instructed her.

  Candy sat in the chair in front of his redwood desk. She began expounding on her proposed company. “Nature's Beauty is the next wave of organic hair care products.” She handed him a copy of the research she had conducted and a synopsis of her company. She said she planned to introduce “Candice Cream” as her first product. She projected that she would produce several shampoos a year afterwards, depending on the sales of Candice Cream. She expected to begin turning a profit within her second fiscal year in business.

  Rosenberg read the pages that Candy handed to him. He nodded a few times, approvingly. He grabbed a highlighter and marked several places on the paperwork, before lifting his head and facing Candy. “Well, Ms. Johnson, you seem to have a pretty firm grasp on your consumer demographic and your target market. But I believe that we can do some additional research with an emphasis on international sales.” He explained that Candy should take advantage of the global reach of the Internet.

  “A friend of mine suggested the same thing,” Candy said, referring to Leah. “But I've had a difficult time locating information on the global market.”

  Rosenberg smiled. “Don't worry yourself. We'll take care of it. When we're done, you'll have a comprehensive business plan to help guide you through your first three years and to help you secure additional funding, if necessary.”

  Candy listened to Rosenberg for half an hour. He explained in depth what SCORE would help her with and he gave her a broader insight into her business idea.