LYNNE: CHAPTER 23. AN ENDING.
Lynne lent back and slid a hand down the top of her panties and rubbed her
swollen clit. She could feel it getting bigger as she rubbed it harder. She
lied on the lounge with the photo of Simone beside her and the sounds of Debbie
and her husband fucking all around her. She looked down at Simone, at her tits,
her pussy the smile on her pretty young face.
Lynne came like that with her hand down her panties. Her orgasm hit her suddenly
and faded just as quickly. It was the most disappointing and unfulfilling orgasm
she'd ever had. She drifted off to sleep on the lounge and awoke suddenly as
she fell heavily onto the floor. Her husband was standing over her, he'd pulled
her off the lounge.
" Get up." Lynne dragged herself to her feet, still dazed from the fall and not
yet fully awake. She wasn't sure where she was or what was happening for a few
seconds; a few seconds her husband was not prepared to waste on her. He slapped
her across the face with his open hand, not enough to really hurt her, but
enough to bring her to her senses.
" How can I serve you Master?" She said meekly as she clutched at her face where
her husbands hand had struck her. Lynne's face was swollen and sore from where
the man had hit her the night before; and her husband had helped remind her of
how sore her lip and cheek were.
He issued her with some instructions and left her to follow them. The sun was
coming up, it was Sunday; her last day as her husbands wife; her last day in
their house; the day they were "sending her away for a while."
She showered in the main bathroom and dressed into the French Maid's outfit that
had been left there for her. She prepared breakfast for her husband and Debbie
as she had been instructed to, and at 7.00 o'clock she knocked on what was once
the door to the bedroom she shared with her husband.
Debbie was still asleep and had the look of a woman who had been fucked long and
hard the night before. The blankets had slipped down below her naked breasts. "
Flat chested bitch." Lynne said to herself with more than a hint of jealousy.
Debbie awoke suddenly as Lynne put the trays on the chest of draws and half
opened the verticals. " What's going on ?" Debbie stammered as she grabbed at
the blankets to cover herself.
" Lynne's here to serve our breakfast, then she'll leave us alone....again."
Lynnes husband said with a spark in his eye as he ran his hand over Debbie's
face.
" You weren't joking about her, were you?" Debbie was confused and nervous,
she'd never been in a situation like this; or even imagined that things like
this happened. Lynne's husband had told Debbie about Lynne, all be it a modified
and abbreviated version, and Debbie didn't think he was serious. She knew now he
was.
She had just spent the night fucking Lynne's husband in their bed, and now Lynne
was going to serve them breakfast in that bed, dressed like a maid in a soft
porn movie. " This is really bizarre." Debbie said as Lynne picked up the tray
and moved towards the bed.
" Orange Juice Miss ?" Lynne asked politely.
" This is SO fucking bizarre !" Lynne's husband leaned over and kissed her. "
There's a lot more I can show you, a lot more things we can do together if you
want to."
" I want to." Debbie said beginning to relax. " I want to spend as much time
with you as I can, you know how I feel about you, how I've felt about you for a
long time. And you are an even more interesting man than I thought." Debbie's
face lit up in an excited smile.
Lynne listened to them talking. She would probably never get to call her husband
of four years by his name again; but Debbie would.
Lynne served her husband and Debbie their Orange juice and stood back while they
snuggled up and talked.
" So she's like....your servant, not really your wife." Debbie said sounding as
intrigued as she was confused and excited.
" Sort of. But she's a lot more than just a maid. But like I told you last
night, she's neither anymore. Lynne is going away and won't be back, and we're
getting divorced."
"So you're.....available?"
" I've always been available for you Deb." They kissed gently and Debbie giggled
as their lips were still locked together. " This is so fucking bizarre !"
" You haven't seen anything yet sweetheart." Lynne's husband said and he kissed
Debbie again. " Get your slut arse over here." He said suddenly looking at
Lynne. Debbie giggled again.
" So she just does whatever you tell her to....... ?"
" Yes. And she'll do whatever you tell her to as well Debbie."
" That sounds interesting...." Debbie said with a smirk on her face.
Lynne didn't find any pleasure in the humiliation of degrading herself like this
in front of Debbie. But she would obey her as her husband had said she would. "
A slave's pleasure comes in pleasing others; amusing and entertaining others."
That's what she'd been told, and she accepted it. She was obviously amusing
Debbie, and that pleased her husband, and that's all Lynne had to worry about.
" What do you think of Lynne, Debbie?" Lynne's husband asked after taking a sip
on his Orange Juice.
" I always thought you had a fat arse Lynne." Debbie said with a bitter edge to
her voice.
" I'm sorry that my fat arse displeases you Miss." Lynne said politely.
" And you may have big tits, but they sag like an old cows." Debbie added,
beginning to enjoy herself.
" I'm sorry Miss." Lynne said meekly.
" What do you think of Debbie, Lynne?" Her husband asked with an almost evil
smile on his face.
" She's beautiful Master. I wish I looked like her, I wish I had a body like
hers; but I don't."
" No you don't slut; and I wished you looked like her too; I always have.
So shut up and serve breakfast so I can be alone with Debbie again."
" Yes Master." Lynne served their breakfast; scrambled eggs and bacon. Neither
of them ate very much, and Lynne's husband made snide remarks about what a
lousy cook the "stupid slut" was.
" The bitch can't even make toast without burning it." Debbie had said as she
demanded Lynne take her tray away.
" I'm sorry Miss." Was all Lynne said as she lent over and took Debbie's tray. "
Would you like coffee Miss?"
" I wouldn't if I was you Deb." Lynne's husband said. Her coffee is less
appealing than her fat arse." Debbie laughed less nervously this time. She was
beginning to relax and enjoy herself. She still thought it was all incredibly
bizarre, but she loved it; she loved treating Lynne like this; but most of all
she loved being with Lynne's husband of four years, soon to be Lynne's
ex-husband. She'd pack Ross's stuff up this afternoon and never have to see him
or put up with him again. She had a new man in her life, a man she'd wanted for
a long time, a man who was even more interesting than she could possibly have
imagined. Life was about to get a whole lot better Debbie thought to herself.
Lynne ran a shower for her husband and Debbie to enjoy together, and then asked
if she could be of any further use to either of them. The answer was no, and
they both laughed saying it.
Lynne excused herself, closed the door behind her and left them alone again. It
had been one of the more difficult experiences Lynne had had to confront. She'd
been humiliated and degraded in extremely graphic ways sexually; but none was
more difficult than serving breakfast to Debbie in what had been her bed, in her
house with her husband. But that and the other things that had happened to Lynne
over the last few days were seen as important when The Blonde Woman and Lynne's
husband planned them. They wanted Lynne to be the little Slave Girl in that
environment. And in general they were both pleased with the way Lynne had
responded.
A few hours later Lynne was sitting in seat 4A in "Business Class on a Boeing
767-338 aboard Qantas flight QF800. There was no seat next to her and Lynne was
able to sit back and relax as the plane took off from Sydney Airport. The flight
would take about an hour and 15 minutes. Her destination was Coolangatta, just
south of the Gold Coast in Queensland. As Lynne looked out the window from
35,000 feet at the ground through the puffy white clouds it was hard to believe
that they were travelling at 857 k.p.h.
She hadn't known she was flying anywhere, and she didn't know her destination
until she picked up her ticket. Even as she sat drinking a glass of Apple juice
on the flight, she had no idea what she was suppose to do when she arrived at
Coolangatta.
All she had was the clothes she wore that had been left out for her; red
panties, red bra, pale blue Designer Jeans, a red top and sweater. She'd never
seen the clothes before, but they all fitted perfectly; and she had been told
that luggage had been checked onto the plane for her. Even the fare for the cab
she took to the airport had been pre-paid. She had no money or credit cards;
John was right; she had no safety net.
Lynne felt sad for the first time in a long time as she stared out the window
and the noise of the plane droned on around her. She hadn't been given the
chance to say goodbye to her husband. He'd quickly given her her instructions
while Debbie dressed to go out somewhere with him. All he had said was; " A cab
will be here shortly to pick you up, get dressed in the clothes left out for you
and wait outside." And that was it. He'd started to walk away; she had to ask
him.
She called out his name softly. Her husband stopped suddenly and turned around
slowly to face the woman he'd been married to for 4 years.
" Are you Ok Lynne ?" He'd asked in a tone he hadn't used when speaking to Lynne
in the past three weeks.
" Do you love her?" Her husband smiled warmly. " No Lynne. I don't love her. I
just wanted to fuck her." There was a long silence and then her husband said:
" Are you sure this is what you want Lynne? It's not too late to change your
mind."
"It's what I want, it's just harder to end it than I thought it would be."
" It's not an ending Lynne, it's a new beginning. We'll always have the memories
of the past; and we can make whatever we like out of the future. As long as this
is what you really want. As long as you're sure."
Lynne didn't answer, she just smiled at him, her eyes full of love for the man
she'd married.
" This is the last time we talk like this Lynne, do you understand?"
She understood, but she'd wanted so badly to have one more hug, to tell him one
more time that she loved him; to hear him say that he loved her one more time;
but he just turned and walked away; and that was how their marriage of 4 years
ended.
The plane seemed to begin it's descent as soon as it had taken off. Lynne had
been completely lost in her thoughts. She wasn't sure what to do next as she
walked across the tarmac towards the terminal.
" We'll have your luggage delivered to your Hotel, the car is this way." The
voice belonged to a tall handsome young man in a chauffeurs uniform.
Lynne followed him outside and watched as he opened the door to a white stretch
Limousine. " What now?" Lynne wondered as they drove up the Gold Coast highway
in opulent comfort.
She recognised Jupiter's casino in the distance, and looked at the drivers eyes
in the rear vision mirror as he took the Exit to Jupiter's. He did not return
the look.
A porter quickly opened the door of the Limousine for her, and Lynne watched as
the Driver passed him a folded note that looked like a fifty and said something
to him.
" This way Miss." The porter said and Lynne followed him up to the reception
desk where everybody smiled at her and called her Miss. Lynne got the impression
the staff thought she was someone special or important.
Her room was a suite on the 16th floor. There was a large sitting room with a
bar, a separate bedroom with an ensuit that had a huge Spa bath in it. The
furniture was Ultra Modern and obviously very expensive. There was a knock on
the door as the Porter opened the drapes to reveal the view out towards the
Ocean.
" I'll get that for you Miss." Another porter delivered three expensive and
heavy looking suitcases which the porter put on the luggage racks for her. "
Please call reception if there's anything we can do to make your stay more
enjoyable Miss." The porter said before excusing himself.
Lynne looked out the window towards the Ocean and around the room. This wasn't
what she had expected, she didn't really know what to expect, but not this.
She opened the suitcases which were neatly packed with expensive clothes, under
wear and several toiletries bags; everything she needed. There was a black hand
bag in one of the suitcases which had $5000 in cash, two credit cards, and an
ATM card with a PIN number written on a small white card.
For the first few days Lynne stayed in her room most of the time and watched a
bit of TV and spent a lot of time thinking about all that had happened. By
Friday she'd been there five nights; the time she was of "no use to anybody" was
past. Everything that had happened had begun to seem like a dream; did it really
happen at all? Did she really do all those things? When she woke up alone in the
huge bed in the expensive suite at Jupiter's Casino Friday morning, Lynne wasn't
sure of anything anymore.
She showered, put on some of the expensive lingerie she'd been given, a pair of
tight blue stone-wash Jeans, a white top, and one of nearly a dozen pairs of
shoes that were in the suit cases; they were black with a thick high heel.
Lynne put on a bit of lip-gloss and blush and left her room for one of the few
times since she'd arrived. She ate breakfast at the cafe near the entrance to
the Casino. It was 7.50 on a Friday morning and Lynne couldn't believe how many
people were gambling away money they couldn't afford to lose.
Later she went back to her room and put on the skimpy black silk Bikini that
was in the suitcase. She looked at herself in the mirror.
" Not bad." She said to her reflection. She did look good. Her tits were large
but firm, her stomach flat, and despite what Debbie had said, her arse looked
good too. She was suddenly horny as she looked at herself. It had been a long
time; she'd been pre-occupied with her thoughts up until now; now her mind was
focused on how wet her cunt had suddenly become.
She gave some thought to masturbating, she'd been told she could do what ever
she wanted to while she was away; but she decided to make herself wait. She put
on a beach shirt and sandals and headed down to the pool to catch some Gold
Coast sunshine.
There were a few people scattered around on chairs and lying on towels soaking
up the warmth. One young man in his early twenties was swimming in the pool.
When he saw Lynne looking at him he smiled back and began showing off the way
men do. He climbed out of the pool with his stomach sucked in and did several
elegant dives into the water, checking that Lynne was watching each time before
he dived in.
" Hmmmm. Maybe." Lynne thought to herself. It had been almost a week since she'd
had any sort of sexual release, and she was getting to the point where she would
have to do something about it; perhaps masturbating may not be the answer this
time. The young stud just might get lucky.
A couple sat a few tables away from her and they exchanged polite smiles. Lynne
thought he looked OK, probably thirty and in pretty good shape, but it was the
woman who caught Lynne's eye. She looked younger than him, mid 20s with frizzy
light brown hair.
" Hmmmm. You're a spunky little thing." Lynne thought to herself.
She felt herself getting wet again as she watched the woman take off the big
T-shirt she had on. She had a good figure; slim, smallish but firm tits, and a
great arse. She looked incredible in her shiny white Bikini. Lynne didn't
realise she was staring until the woman looked at her nervously a few times;
Lynne quickly looked away, giggling to herself. " Behave yourself Lynne."
" I was just going to get a drink, what can I get you ?" Lynne looked in the
direction of the voice, it was the man she had watched in the pool. He was
young; handsome; tanned and blonde; but he was so full of himself; so smug; it
was written all over his face. He'd treat her like a piece of meat; all men
like him do; the thought appealed to her.
" I'm right thank you." Lynne said politely, but hoping he'd tell her to:
" Get her slut arse upstairs now !" He kept talking, mainly about himself. He
was a professional surfer up for a Contest of some sort, or so he said: " Now
what would you like ?"
" Really I'm fine thanks." Lynne said less politely this time. " You'd be a dud
fuck." She thought to herself. "You'd be looking at yourself in the mirror the
whole time."
He ran his hands through his wet blonde hair and rested his other hand on the
arm of Lynne's chair, and kept talking.
" I really don't want anything thank you." Lynne said abruptly.
" I'm sure there must be something you want." The blonde man said with a smug
look on his face.
" The lady said she doesn't want anything mate." The man with the spunky little
girlfriend said as he walked towards them.
" What's your fucking problem !" The young blonde man said.
" You." The other replied. " Learn to take 'no' for an answer dickhead."
There was a brief silence while the two men confronted each other. " I'd back
off if I was you Blondie." The spunky woman in the white Bikini said. " Unless
you're at least a double tip Black Belt you're in deep shit."
" Well pretty boy?" The man said. The young blonde man like most of his type was
all talk. His face turned almost as pale as his bleached hair.
" You better go before you get hurt." Lynne said joining in the fun. " And you
should learn to take no for an answer."
He pointed at the spunky woman's boyfriend and with all the courage he could
muster said; nothing. and quickly turned and stormed off. He yelled something
back at them from a safe distance but they couldn't hear what he'd said.
" Thanks." Lynne said, to the man who had rescued her. " Now come up to my room
and I'll thank you properly." She said to herself. " And bring your spunky
little girlfriend with you; I'll thank her too."
" No worries. I'm David and that's my wife Kristy.
" Hi. I'm Lynne."
" Enjoy your holiday Lynne." She watched him walk back over to Kristy, and the
two women exchanged smiles.
Lynne watched David and Kristy when they weren't looking. Watched them rub sun
tan oil on each other. Watched them enjoy the occasional kiss. Lynne watched
Kristy lie on her towel and undo her bikini top. She caught a glimpse of
Kristy's stiff pink nipple. It was more than Lynne could take. She said goodbye
to them and headed up to her room.
" They thought of everything else." She said to herself as she slid the card
into the slot in the door to her room. She headed straight for the suitcases and
began rummaging around. She found it in a toiletries bag. It was the same as the
one she had at home; 8 inches long, black with a gold tip. Lynne smiled when she
saw it; and swore when she picked it up; it was too light to have batteries in
it.
She grabbed her key and headed down to reception, it wasn't until she saw
herself in the mirror in the elevator that she realised she only had her skimpy
bikini on. In her haste she'd forgotten to put her beach shirt back on. "
This'll be fun." She smiled to herself.
Lynne enjoyed the looks she got as she walked up to the reception desk.
Although some of the wives who were with the men looking at her were less than
impressed. A young man in a white shirt and black tie blushed when Lynne
approached him.
" Um...Yes Madam...Um....How can I help you?"
" I need some batteries."
" Batteries ?"
" Yes. Batteries."
The young man blushed a few shades darker; he could guess what the batteries
were for. " Um....downstairs in the Gift Shop Madam."
" Thanks....." She looked at his nametag. "....Scott. Thanks very much."
Lynne felt their eyes on her as she sauntered away. She knew they'd be talking
about her, making jokes about why she wanted batteries. It all just made her
need the batteries more.
She stood waiting for the elevator, people looking at her as they walked past;
she wondered if anyone had noticed the wet patch she was sure would be visible
on the crotch of her bikini. When the elevator's door opened a man in his late
50s began to step out, when he saw Lynne, he stepped back in. " Wrong floor." He
said nervously as he watched the woman with her big tits threatening to spill
out of her bikini top step into the elevator. He stared at her in the mirror
while they rode down to the shopping level. Lynne brushed an imaginary piece of
lint off one of the cups of her bikini top; her nipple responded and poked hard
against the silky material.
The Conrad and Jupiter's is a 5 STAR Hotel and Casino complex and the attractive
young woman behind the counter in the gift shop tried hard not to let her face
tell Lynne what she thought of her. " What are you doing walking around here
like that you slut?" The young woman said to herself. " How may I help you
Madam?" She said to Lynne with a well practised smile on her face. Jayne had
always found it difficult, at times impossible to be polite to some of the
"stuck up rich bitches" that came into the gift shop. She found it almost
impossible with Lynne; who she could tell was nothing but a slut; a rich slut;
but still just a slut.'
Lynne looked at her nametag: Jayne. " I need some batteries Jayne."
Lynne said smiling back. She could tell what Jayne thought of her.
" What sort of batteries Madam?"
" It takes those big round one's Jayne." Lynne said, emphasising " It "
" D Size is it Madam. Like these." She said showing Lynne. " Like your bra size
you slut." She added to herself.
" No smaller than that."
" C size Madam, like these?" " Yes, that's them Jayne."
" How many do you want Madam?"
" Better make it about half a dozen, Jayne, I go through them fairly quickly."
Jayne was finding it difficult to remain polite. Lynne didn't like her attitude.
" Charge them to my suite, 1606, and run them up to me in about ten
minutes....." Lynne said snobbishly.
" I'm not a delivery girl." The young woman snapped back.
" Really." Lynne said still smiling. " I'll talk to the Hotel manager and see if
he's happy with that sort of attitude from the likes of you." With that Lynne
turned and walked out of the shop.
" Fucking bitch." Jayne swore as she saw Lynne's arse disappear around the
corner. " I know what she wants those batteries for."
" For her vibrator obviously." An older woman, Sue, said walking from behind
another counter where she had observed what had happened. " Those suites are
$700 a night Jayne. I bet her husband's some sort of High Roller and she's left
to amuse herself while he plays the tables. Management don't take kindly to
staff offending High Rollers Jayne. I suggest you take those batteries up to
her room and apologise for your behaviour before she gets you fired."
" Fucking slut." Jayne swore again as she stuffed the batteries into a bag and
looked at the clock. " I know." She added. " She's rich so I've gotta kiss her
arse. This sucks."
Jayne waited for about five minutes and then headed up to room 1606 and knocked
on the door. " Just a minute." Lynne said, and then left Jayne waiting outside
the door for just on 15 minutes.
" Ah the delivery girl." Lynne said smugly as she opened the door, still in her
Bikini.
" I've brought your purchase up as you requested Madam." Jayne said as politely
as she could considering how furious she was. " And....and I want to apologise
for my behaviour in the shop. I've had a bad day I'm sorry." It wasn't much of
an apology but it was the best she could do.
" OK." Lynne said smiling again. " We'll say no more about it. Here's a little
something for you Jayne." Lynne held out a 50 cent piece, Jayne's tip.
" Thank you Madam." Jayne forced herself to say. She needed her job.
" Fucking slut bitch !" Jayne muttered to herself as she stormed down the
hallway throwing the 50 cents in a potplant as she passed it. Lynne thought
about how cheaply Jayne had sold her dignity. Was what she wanted to do really
that different or strange after all? People like Jayne surrender their dignity
for a few dollars every day. At least Lynne did it because she enjoyed it; got
pleasure from it. Lynne wondered just how different her and Jayne really were;
just how far would Jayne go to keep her job; how much would she humiliate
herself to keep her job?
" She's a stuck up little rich bitch slut." Jayne fumed to the older woman, Sue,
when she stormed back into the gift shop. " Why do bitches like her always think
they're so much better than everybody else......"
.
" Mr Stathum wants to see you in his office Jayne, his secretary just called."
" Oh shit....." The anger and defiance in Jayne's voice and in her demeanour was
gone. She needed her job; she was behind in her rent and in a lot of debt
courtesy of a boyfriend she didn't know as well as she thought she did.
Mr Stathum was the C.E.O. of the Jupiter's/Conrad complex. No one as lowly
ranked on the Payroll list as Jayne had ever met Mr Stathum, let alone been
summoned to his office.
" But I apologised......She said it was okay........."
" You've pissed off the wrong woman this time Jayne." Sue said despondently. "
And you're apology was obviously not good enough. You've only got yourself to
blame. You've been warned before. These people pay a lot of money to stay here
and we're paid to make sure they enjoy themselves. You should have learnt that
by now Jayne. "
" Yeah I know.....Kiss arse, suck up to them, take their shit.......And do it
with a smile on my face....."
The meeting with Mr Stathum lasted less than a minute. He wanted to fire her
himself so he could tell her that he would personally make sure she never worked
on the Coast again.
Jayne tapped very politely on Lynne's door this time. Lynne was still in her
black Bikini.
" I'm very sorry to disturb you again Madam." Jayne said meekly. " Can I please
talk to you for just a moment.....please."
" Make it quick." Lynne said as she walked back into her room and sat on the
leather couch.
" I really need this job Madam. I'm sorry for the way I acted,.." Jayne said
timidly as she walked into the room and stood a few feet away from where Lynne
sat on the couch.
" You should have thought of that before. I won't be treated like that by the
likes of you. I won't have some cheap shop girl look at me the way you did. You
should learn your place."
" Yes Madam I know, I'm sorry......." Lynne was surprised at how quickly Jayne
had abandoned her pride.
Jayne simply could not afford to lose her job. She'd been unemployed for 13
months before she got this job. The only job offer she'd had in that time was as
a topless waitress in a bar; and she didn't have the debts she had now.
" And what is you're place Jayne?"
" To serve people like yourself Madam. To serve you politely and efficiently."
" Pass me my drink from the bar." Jayne walked over to the bar and picked up a
tall glass of Coke filled with ice, and politely passed it to Lynne. It was all
too easy.
" How sorry are you Jayne?"
" Very sorry madam. It won't happen again."
" And you'd like your job back?"
" Yes Madam. I need this job; will you please reconsider...."
" I can get you your job back with one phone call." Lynne interrupted; and she
let her words hang in the air for a few moments.
" What you said was right. You're here to serve me; to satisfy my needs; if you
can't do that, your employer will simply find someone who can."
" I can serve you properly madam, I can satisfy your needs. Just give me another
chance....please."
" So you've learnt your lesson little shop girl?"
" Yes madam I have."
" There's two types of people in this world Jayne, those that kiss arse, and
those that have their arses kissed. Do you know which you are?"
Jane had a brief resurgence of anger and bitterness, but they were luxuries she
could no longer afford. " I'm the type who kisses arse Madam."
Lynne smiled, Jayne was no better than she was, in fact she was worse. She'd
sold her dignity for a $420 a week pay cheque. How cheap the little shop girl
was.
" So you're the type that kisses arse Jayne?"
" Yes madam."
" Then kiss mine and I'll get you your job back."
" What !" Jayne blurted out in a less than polite manner. " I mean I beg your
pardon madam."
" Kiss my arse and I'll get you your job back." Lynne said as she stood up and
stepped out of her bikini pants. Jayne didn't answer; but there was no way she
was going to kiss this bitches arse. No job was worth that.
" Get out !" Lynne yelled at her. " Get out or I'll call security and have you
thrown out !" Jayne was caught off guard by Lynne's sudden outburst.
" Okay I'll do it."
" That's better shop girl." Lynne said snobbishly. " Maybe you have learnt your
lesson. Well, go on shop girl."
Jayne slowly crouched down behind Lynne and quickly pecked the left cheek of her
arse. " Do it properly shop girl." Lynne snapped at her. Jayne closed her eyes
and gently kissed the soft skin on both cheeks of Lynnes arse. Lynne was
surprised at the almost tender way Jayne's lips touched her skin.
" Very good shop girl. Now stick your tongue up my arse hole."
" Yes madam." Jayne said softly as she continued to kiss Lynne's arse. Lynne
cried out when she felt Jayne's teeth dig into the soft skin of her arse.
" You fucking bitch!" Lynne said laughing. " I take it you're not going to stick
that pretty pink tongue of yours up my arse ?"
" No fucking way you sick bitch. Fuck you." Jayne's face was red with anger.
" I hope it doesn't take you too long to find another job Jayne." Lynne said
still laughing as Jayne stormed out of the room cursing herself for doing what
she'd done. She couldn't believe she'd actually kissed the bitches arse.
Jayne was furious with herself; " Why did I do that ! Why did I kiss that
bitches arse !......Fuck !" Jayne cursed herself for doing what she did over and
over as she rode down to the ground floor in the lift.
Casino Security staff grabbed her when the doors opened and led her on a very
public and very humiliating exit from the Casino. Jayne protested at first, but
soon realised she was only attracting more attention to her removal from the
premises. There were lots of faces she recognised as she was led through the
Casino to the Main Entrance.
" You can't be serious...." She pleaded when she saw two large framed and very
annoyed looking Police Officers waiting for her; they "helped" her into the back
of the Paddy Wagon and drove off.
It was a very public, very humiliating exit from the place she'd worked for
almost two years. Lynne watched it all with delight, amid a crowd of other
onlookers:
" What did she do?"
" I heard she had her hand in the till." A Casino employee said. " I heard she
tried to come onto one of the female guests, she's a dyke you know." One former
friend of Jayne's said. " No. They caught her doing drugs.....Coke I think it
was."
The rumours had started already and would only get worse. Life for Jayne was
going to be very difficult if she stayed on The Gold Coast.
So much had happened that morning that had stirred Lynne's passions. The young
blonde guy; the very macho David and his spunky little wife Kristy in her skimpy
little white Bikini; and then Jayne. Lynne's cunt was soaked when she got back
to her room and lay on the bed as she put the batteries in her vibrator.
She turned it on low to start with and ran it over the damp crotch of her bikini
while she thought about Jayne. But she couldn't tease herself for long; she
never was much good at teasing herself; she needed to cum. Lynne slid her
bikini pants off; turned the vibrator on high and pushed it hard against her
swollen clit.
Images of David and Jayne and the young blonde guy rushed through her mind as
she got closer; but it was Kristy she saw in her mind when she came. It was
Kristy's name she called out as the first wave of pleasure ran through her body.
Lynne panted and grunted and cried out as an orgasm more intense than any she'd
had before from masturbating alone consumed her. She was breathless and her body
smeared with perspiration when her orgasm finally receded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
