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“Where did he take you?” Martine asked. She was leaning against a display case that Tessa was arranging with artifacts from the Mesopotamian Era. Martine’s slit skirt was rising high on her hips.
“A luncheon,” Tessa replied.
“Ah.” Her friend nodded.
“Haven’t you seen him lately?” Tessa asked.
“Not for a week.”
“Ooooo, you think he’s lost interest?”
“No,” she answered indignantly.
“Well, he’s left me for a week at a time, I suppose it’s within his standard operating procedure,” Tessa admitted, as she tried hiding the pleasure in Martine’s abandonment, if that’s what it was.
“So how was the luncheon?” Martine asked.
Tessa spent some moments considering a reply. Exactly how much did she want to reveal about her afternoon with Miles? Her relationship with Martine had always had its prickly side; they never seemed to want to get along, and yet, they did have some of the best sex ever. Perhaps it was time for a truce.
“Enlightening,” Tessa finally admitted.
“How so?” her roommate asked. Tessa had been carefully fixing her artifacts with a precision that annoyed Martine. It was like everything else with Tessa. Perfect, it had to be perfect.
“Oh, a roomful of his stuffy art patrons, and then there was me, dressed in a leather skirt and silk scarf like some art patron from the fiery dungeons. At least that’s the way I must have looked to them.” She said it with an amused smile. “Unfortunately, I didn’t appreciate the humor of it, right off. Miles had to point it out to me, after I faltered a bit giving his Mr. Big Bucks the show he wanted.
“Mr. Big Bucks?”
“The guy who buys the videos.”
“Oh, that’s interesting, what’s he like?”
/> “Old, distinguished and definitely weird.”
“Weird? How?”
“I don’t know,” she thought back. “I guess it was his eyes; they were really queer, in the old sense of the word.”
“Sounds like something right up your alley.”
“Not really, not like that. He made me feel weird.”
Martine shifted her stance, raising a foot to rest against a foot high stool Tessa had used to reach the top of a display case. Her skirt was rising even higher on her leg. It wouldn’t have taken much to bend down and see Martine’s cunt peeking out from underneath. “Did Miles pierce you again?” Martine asked abruptly.
The question came like lightening, out of the clear blue, just as Tessa was almost enjoying a good old-fashioned woman-to-woman moment. She hedged a little, trying not to look Martine in the eye.
“C’mon bitch, tell me. He did, didn’t he?”
“So what if he did?”
“I want to see,” she said. Martine was horny—she was practically rubbing her hips against the display case. All the usual signs were there, including the manner of nasty dominance that normally appeared when she wanted Tessa to submit to her.
“When we get home,” Tessa offered.
“No. Here. Now.”
“I’m working now, and you should be, too.”
“Oh, don’t give me lectures about your job responsibilities, you who fly off with Miles at the drop of a hat.”
