Chapitre 202: Turning Contest: A Fashionable Cutie
Portia awoke to the news that she was tied for last place with the submissive Carol. This didn't please her at all. That said, the casting agent was attending a movie gala that night which should open the door to many turn possibilities. But if Jasmine could get three turns in just a few hours, she was going to be tough to beat.
Deciding she needed something sexy for the gala, both a dress and something for underneath the dress, she worked out, had breakfast and headed to the mall.
Deciding to buy the lingerie for underneath the cocktail dress first, she went to Victoria's Secret. She knew she wanted a matching black bra, thong, garter-belt and stockings, all of which would complement the red cocktail dress she planned on buying.
Portia entered the store and although she hadn't been planning on turning anyone while she was here, the moment she saw a pretty, Mila Kunis lookalike sauntering towards her, she thought maybe she could hit two birds with one stone. Besides potentially getting a turn (what are the odds a Victoria's Secret saleswoman had not already experimented with the same sex?), she was looking for a body double for an upcoming sexually charged thriller starring Brad Pitt and the real Mila Kunis.
Portia couldn't help but stare at the young woman who, as she got closer, looked more and more like she could be Mila's twin sister.
Simone walked up to the older, but very pretty, woman and greeted, "Welcome to Victoria's Secret. May I assist you with anything?"
Portia looked at the nametag, Simone, and nodded, "I think you definitely can, Simone."
"What are you looking for?" Simone asked.
"Well, I'm attending a gala fundraiser tonight and I need to look utterly..." Portia paused for dramatic effect, an actress at heart, "...fuckable."
Simone smiled. She liked these rare entertaining customers who broke the mundanity of her job. "Well, we have many garments designed to assist you in reaching that precise goal, ma'am."
"Please, call me Portia," Portia said, always hating ma'am... an unwelcome reminder that she was old enough to be this girl's mother.
Simone asked, "Isn't Portia a princess in Shakespeare'sThe Merchant of Venice?"
"Why yes she is," Portia nodded, impressed that the young woman knew that. "That said, my dad wanted to name me after the Porsche automobile, and Portia was simply my mother's compromise."
"Well, I love the name," Simone said, always liking unique names.
"Simone is a beautiful name," Portia complimented back. "It sounds sophisticated and sexy."
"Yeah," Simone laughed, "that's what I'm known for."
Portia moved directly in front of the adorable young saleswoman and scolded, "Don't you dare do that!"
"Do what?" Simone asked, startled by the woman's sudden shift in tone.
"Think you're not beautiful," Portia continued. "We have men, society, and magazines to do that to us."
Simone laughed, "So I should stop reading Cosmopolitan?"
"Definitely," Portia nodded. "Those magazines are toxic. They mean well, but in the end they only propagate the fallacy that men have been pushing for centuries... in order to be considered beautiful, women need to fit into a narrowly defined physical description (defined by men of course). Never mind our intelligence, our leadership abilities, our other positive attributes, we should just look a certain way. And if we fail to do so, we're considered unworthy... by ourselves as well as by others. Some of the top runway models in the world castigate their own looks, at least in private. It's like we're German shepherds being judged by the Kennel Club on our adherence to form."
"So says the woman getting all dressed up in lingerie for a gala," Simone countered teasingly.
"Who says I'm doing it for a man?" Portia quipped right back, opening the door to the turn she was hoping could happen.
"Oh," Simone said, surprised that this beautiful woman was a lesbian.
"What, have you never been with a woman?" Portia probed, throwing the question right out there.
"No," Simone admitted, again surprised by the shift in tone and conversation topic.
"You don't know what you're missing," Portia said, letting those words linger and hopefully marinate inside the pretty young saleswoman.
"Happiness," Simone joked back, having just been dumped from her relationship of six months with a man who had turned out to be a cheater. Although as the story unfolded, it was unclear who he had been cheating on, herself or his new girlfriend. He seemed to have had a so-called committed relationship with both for some time.
"Oh, not only that!" Portia smiled wickedly. "There is also a unique pleasure totally unavailable from any man, pure uninhibited pleasure."
"Oh my," Simone said back, thinking for the first time this older woman may be hitting on her.
"Trust me, only a woman can truly pleasure a woman," Portia said back, no longer being at all subtle with her intentions.
Simone suddenly felt uncomfortable and slightly confused, surprised that her pussy was tingling slightly. It had been a couple weeks since she had been fucked or had even touched herself down there, but even so.... And since she had been dumped instead of doing the dumping, she'd been feeling rather unattractive. She had never seen the other woman or even a picture, but she automatically assumed the new girlfriend was prettier and sexier than she was. She shook her head as she realized she was doing exactly what the customer had said... letting men make her feel insecure and unworthy. But enough about her, she had a job to do. So she asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Something that will have whoever unwraps me tonight drooling with lust," Portia responded.
"Well, that will certainly happen regardless of what you're wearing," Simone said, looking at the ridiculously beautiful woman, before she realized her words could be misconstrued to imply she found the woman sexually attractive... which she didn't think she did... did she?
"You're so sweet," Portia smiled, thinking this was going to be easier than she had feared. "But at this gala, I will be one of the oldest women there, and there will be dozens of younger versions of me with bigger tits, tighter asses, and longer legs. And most of them willing to do almost anything to be recognized or to stay in the spotlight."
"It sounds like a dog eat dog world out there," Simone joked.
"Or a pussy cat eat pussy cat world," Portia retorted, her wicked sexy smile back in place.
Simone blushed at the idea of lesbian sex, something she'd never seriously considered before, other than a couple of drunken kisses at a party a couple weeks ago when she'd been trying to get over the pain and humiliation of losing Ken by staring at the inside of a bottle. Again, enough about me; there's a gorgeous woman standing right in front of me and hitting on me. There was no doubt, she was completely intrigued and enthralled by this beautiful older woman, both by her body and her mind.
Try to get your attention out, Simone. I think we were talking about pussy cats? "Well, let's make you impossible to resist, regardless of who is eating you." As soon as she said it, playing on the witty dialogue, she realized how it must have sounded, and she stammered, "I-I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
Portia shrugged, "Too bad, I kind of liked the idea that you were thinking of eating me."
Simone's already red face now burned towards crimson. That wasn't even remotely subtle. She tried to keep a good grip on her decorum as she said, "S-s-so, what colour is the dress you'll be wearing?"
"Red, like your cheeks," Portia teased, knowing she had the young lady on the ropes.
"Red heels too?" Simone asked, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
"Yes," Portia nodded.
"Stockings or bare legged?" Simone asked.
"Stockings," Portia replied before adding, approvingly looking at the young girl's black nylons, "going bare legged is disrespectful. It implies you're too lazy to even put in the effort to look good."
Simone thought the woman's words were self-contradictory since she said earlier she shouldn't care what men thought, but then she considered that maybe she was dressing up for a woman. This thought led to a gush in her panties, which confused her even more. Instead, she agreed with the opinion, because she had already said similar words to many people this past year, "Yes, I agree. Stockings are an essential part of any elegant ensemble."
"Exactly," Portia nodded. "We are a gift that needs to look as good on the outside as it does when it's unwrapped."
Simone laughed, as she spent hours choosing the right presents for friends and always made sure the wrapping was immaculate, so hearing the metaphor for sexuality was surreal and true. "I couldn't agree more."
"So, how are you going to dress me, Simone?"
Simone pictured herself in the role of a dresser, fastening a bra to the large, firm breasts of an otherwise nude Portia, then dismissed the dangerous vision hurriedly. "Well, if your dress is red, your nylons should be black," Simone said, unknowingly supporting exactly what Portia had already decided before coming into the store.
"I couldn't agree more," Portia nodded. "Please go and find me the sheerest stockings you have, and a garter."
Simone nodded, in awe of this woman as she had been thinking the exact same thing, as she asked, "You like wearing a garter?"
"I either wear a garter and stockings or thigh highs; pantyhose is for the boardroom, or perhaps a bored room," Portia responded, lifting up her skirt to reveal the lace tops of her beige thigh high stockings.
Simone didn't know why she did it, she wasn't even a little bit of an exhibitionist, but she lifted up her skirt to show she too was wearing thigh high stockings. "Me too."
"You are one sexy thing," Portia complimented.
"Thanks," Simone said, again blushing.
"So find me a matching bra and thong to go with it," Portia said, before adding, "although I may not actually use the thong."
"You're so bad," Simone smiled, feeling very comfortable with this woman. She studied her breasts for a moment and asked, "34C?"
"Impressive," Portia nodded.
"I know breasts," Simone said, always proud she could predict a size. She then realized what her words could mean and stammered, "I mean I can assess breast size really well."
"You are so adorable," Portia smiled, knowing she was going to soon have this pretty saleswoman between her legs.
"Uh, thanks," Simone agreed, her head spinning with all that was happening, "I'll go and grab you the items you requested."
"Thanks sweetie," Portia said, feeling she was well on her way to her second turn.
Simone found the items, feeling flustered at the conversation, and at the innuendos that had been dropping like warm honey, which was the same sweet consistency as her aroused pussy fluids. 'Stop it, Simone! Behave!' She was confident the woman was flirting with her and for the first time in her life she was questioning her own sexual orientation. That said, she was on duty and regardless of her sudden curiosity, she needed to maintain her professional decorum.
Portia casually slid off her panties and put them in her purse. This seduction was proceeding very nicely, and providing easier access would accelerate the process.
Simone returned and said, "I think these will be perfect."
"I bet they will be," Portia said, taking the all black items. "Will you stay close by me? I want an honest opinion."
"Of course," Simone nodded. "I will be your personal assistant until you are satisfied."
"Ooo, nice! Can I get that in writing?" Portia purred as she went into a changing room.
'Oh my God' Simone thought to herself as she realized what she had just said. Why did everything she said this morning come out sounding submissive and dripping with innuendo? Dripping. She tried not to think of warm, sticky honey or gently raining pussies. Not thinking of an elephant would have been far easier.
Portia got undressed and once she was completely naked, she fastened the garter belt around her, then called out, "Simone, will you please come in here?"
"Yes, ma'am, I mean Portia," Simone said; customers often required assistance in the changing room, so this request was not unusual.
Portia opened the door slightly and allowed Simone in.
Simone entered and gasped. What she saw was unexpected, something she had never had happen before, a completely naked woman, well other than the garter-belt, which didn't hide a single thing. Her first thought was 'Holy shit' because the woman's big tits were still perfectly firm. Her second thought, as her eyes couldn't prevent themselves from travelling down the woman's body, pausing at her snatch, was that this woman was completely naked. Her third thought was this intriguing woman looked really good without clothing. Whoever unwrapped her tonight was in for a real treat!
Portia acted casual, even as she saw the stunned 'deer in the headlights' look of the pretty Mila Kunis lookalike. "Will you please assist me with the stockings? I hurt my back earlier and bending down that far is very painful," she lied.
"Um, yeah, sure, I guess," Simone replied, trying to act casual, but knowing her tension was very obvious.
Portia handed the adorably cute young woman the stockings as she sat down on the bench in a surprisingly spacious room that included a mirror.
Simone took the stockings and lowered herself to her knees and found herself at eye level with the woman's hairy pussy. She shaved hers, but kept a tuft of hair above her pussy. She pondered, ever so briefly, the treasure hunt that would lead deep into the bush to find the motherlode of pink pussy buried beneath all that foliage. Returning to the task at hand, she rolled up one of the stockings in both hands as the older woman crossed her legs to make it easier to put the stocking on, while also hiding her pussy.
Portia watched the young lady looking so innocent, so cute and yet so ready to fall. Portia knew she could now have this young lady whenever she wanted her.
Simone placed the sheer silk stocking on the woman's foot and slowly rolled it up the ankle, calf and knee.
Portia lifted her leg straight up in the air so the young submissive could finish rolling it up.
Simone finished rolling the stocking up to the woman's thigh, feeling both excited and awkward, her head and loins swarming with feelings she had never felt before.
Portia then, like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, slowly uncrossed her leg, allowing the dazed young woman to catch another glimpse of her pussy, before crossing them the other way.
Simone couldn't help it. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman, excited to see another glimpse of the woman's pussy. She was uncomfortably aware that she was being obvious, but she still couldn't control her gaze.
Once Portia had completed her leg crossing, achieved with studied casualness, Simone rolled the second stocking up the woman.
Once both were on, Portia stood up and asked, "Will you be a dear and fasten the clasps to the stockings for me?"
"Of course," Simone agreed, her hands trembling slightly as Portia turned gracefully around to showcase her amazing tight ass.
Simone fastened the back clasps on both of the woman's legs, and Portia glided back around, her pussy arriving mere inches from the young girl's dazed face.
Simone's eyes went big. She could smell just the slightest of exotic scents and wondered if that was the woman's pussy or if she sprayed perfume down there.
Simone attached the remaining two clasps to the stockings, the whole time wondering if this woman was going to try to make her eat her pussy. And if she did, would she comply? She had no answer to that question, a fact that rattled her even more.
Portia watched in seductress mode, recognising the young woman's tentative nature and of course her natural submissiveness. It was time. Portia asked, "Simone, does the ensemble look better with or without panties?"
"Definitely without," Simone said without hesitation, gazing raptly into the beautifully framed forest.
"Go ahead, my dear," Portia offered.
"What do you mean?" Simone asked, looking up from her subservient position.
"We both know you want to lick my pussy," Portia offered, reaching her hand to the back of the girl's head and guiding her to her pussy.
Simone wasn't positive that she did indeed want to lick this aromatic pussy. However she was dead certain that she was curious. Yet, the moment she felt Portia's hand touch the back of her head, all her thoughts, her hesitations, her confusion, her opinions about straight or gay, they all melted away and she willingly allowed her face to be guided in a direction that she dearly wanted to go. Dreamlike, she went with the flow and allowed her face to be led to this pussy and towards this exotic scent. Yes, it was undoubtedly the natural aroma of the compelling Portia's pussy. As she imagined she was approaching a forest glade, the scent became stronger, sheltered in the abundance of foliage, irresistibly drawing the young woman in. But as the hand at the back of her head ceased its impetus, she paused at the edge of the forest, not entering.
Portia kept her hand firmly behind the young girl's head, but didn't force it into her pussy. No, she wanted the last inch to be traversed with absolutely no coercion, but at the urging of a conscious decision made by the pretty girl. She whispered, "Go ahead, Simone. It's okay to lick me."
That was all Simone needed.
Permission.
Simone leaned the last inch, extended her tongue and licked. The hair was in the way slightly, but she soon cleared a path directly to the pussy lips.
Portia smiled. Turn two had been accomplished.
Simone was surprised by the sweet taste of the pussy... exotic and tart. She instantly knew that she was no longer completely straight. The taste was heavenly and after a tentative start, she got more eager and began lapping.
Portia moaned, "You look so good between my legs, Simone. A lot like Mila Kunis between Natalie Portman's legs in Black Swan."
Simone moaned at the compliment, and although she had never seen Black Swan she now definitely planned to check it out.
Portia let go of the young woman's head and leaned back and enjoyed the eager licking of this rookie pussy muncher. She liked how each first timer began by exploring the pussy rather tentatively before almost always shifting into high pussy-hungry gear... usually for life.
Simone lapped eagerly, trying to absorb more of the unique taste. She also knew she had to do this quickly since she was at work. She explored the entire pussy, instinctively almost entirely ignoring the clit for now. Her ancestors must have done this and left some guidance in her genetic makeup.
Portia's orgasm grew quickly, partly because it was her first of the day, and also because the girl was surprisingly good for a first timer.
Simone, hearing the woman's moans increasing, moved up slightly and began flicking the woman's clit while she slid two fingers inside the pussy.
Portia moaned loudly at the sudden double pleasure. "That's it, get me off with your tongue and fingers." They both were trying to be quiet behind their flimsy door, but with only limited success.
Simone's fingers were becoming quite audible as she pumped them in and out of an exceedingly wet pussy as if they were a cock, while licking and slurping on the clit.
Portia grabbed the girl's head again and held it deep in her pussy, and she came, quite suddenly, all over the girl's face.
Simone liked the roughness and eagerly lapped up the cum as it almost splashed out of the older woman and onto her tongue... in its abundance the taste now stronger and sweeter.
Portia came hard, biting her lip not to scream and alert everyone in the store.
Simone licked until her head was let go.
Portia smiled, "Well, I think you're a natural."
"If all pussies taste like that then I may be a complete lesbian." Simone joked.
"Oh, you're definitely a lesbian," Portia smiled down at her. She stood up and asked, "Could you assist me with the bra?"
"Of course," Simone nodded, getting up off her knees. She grabbed the bra and stared at the big firm tits, so much bigger than her 32B tits.
"You want to touch them?" Portia asked, looking at the clearly intrigued young woman.
"May I?" Simone asked, drawn to them like a baby to her mother.
"Of course," Portia smiled, enjoying this turn more than most. There was something about this girl that made her a keeper.
Simone put the bra down, and then reached up and cupped the large, surprisingly heavy breasts. "Wow, how do you walk with these?"
Portia laughed, "Practice, lots of practice."
"Mine are barely there," Simone said, always insecure about her breasts.
"Let me see," Portia ordered.
Simone suddenly froze, the 34C breasts still in her hands as she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be working.
Portia saw the tentativeness of the young girl and took control, unbuttoning the blouse for her. "You are so cute, Simone. I just want to eat you whole."
Simone's body trembled and her pussy leaked at the woman's touch and words. She stammered, "I-I-I don't want to get fired."
"Would you like a much better, higher paying job?" Portia asked, ready to hire her on the spot as Mila Kunis's body double,
"Ma'am?" Simone questioned, her blouse already half unbuttoned.
"I am a casting agent," Portia revealed, as she undid another button.
"Okay," Simone said, curious where this was going.
"And I am casting for a new Mila Kunis movie that starts filming in a few weeks, and we are still looking for a body double for her," Portia revealed, as she simultaneously revealed the young girl's cute bra as she finished unbuttoning the blouse. "Cute bra."
"Same as the one you'll be," Simone pointed out, trying to be casual in this crazy situation.
"I see," Portia smiled. She leaned down and kissed the young girl's valley as she reached around and unclasped the bra.
Simone moaned and trembled, feeling like she had the first time she'd had sex... nervous and excited.
As the bra dropped to the floor, Portia asked, "Have you ever acted before?"
Simone responded shakily, as her left nipple was suddenly being sucked on by the beautiful woman. "I-i-in high school."
"Which play?" Portia asked, as she swirled her tongue around the hard nipple.
"I was Lady Macbeth in Macbeth." Simone struggled to speak; Portia was licking and nibbling one of her nipples, cupping both of her breasts. It was as distracting as it was heavenly.
"So you were ambitious," Portia purred, slithering her tongue away from one nipple, down into the valley and up the slope to the other nipple.
"I still am," Simone smiled, hinting she was eager to do more with her new friend.
"So do you want the job?" Portia asked.
"To be a body double for Mila Kunis?" Simone asked.
"Yes," Portia nodded, "although you would also be doing a couple of sex scenes... one with Brad Pitt and the other with, I believe the deal has been signed, Dakota Johnson."
"From Fifty Shades of Grey?" Simone asked.
"Yep," Portia nodded. She was multitasking: sucking on Simone's right nipple simultaneous with reaching a hand under the girl's skirt and going directly to the girl's very wet panties. "It's like a rainstorm down here. Is that because of me?"
"God, yes," Simone moaned, her pussy on fire.
"What did your answer mean, Simone, is it, 'God, yes, you have me so worked up Portia I'm about to explode', or is it 'God, yes, I want to be in sex scenes with Brad Pitt and Dakota Johnson'?" Portia teased, now sliding a finger around the girl's soaked panties and inside her pussy.
"Both," Simone declared with a loud moan. She was now being fingered by this beautiful casting agent and loved it. That moan had probably been heard in the main store, and it didn't seem to matter at all.
"The job is yours if you want it," Portia said, pumping her finger in and out of the young woman, whose moans were now continuous. "But you would either have to quit your job here or take a leave of absence. The job starts in three weeks in Hawaii."
"Oh God," Simone again whimpered, unable to form a complete coherent thought. Her dream trip had always been either to Hawaii or to Italy.
"While you consider the job proposal, let me just have a taste of your little pussy, my dear," Portia whispered, lowering herself to her knees, lifting the skirt over her head, tricking the panties aside, and burying her face in the girl's pussy. Other than a cute little tuft of hair above the clit, it was smoothly shaved.
"Oh shit," Simone whimpered, not in the least considering any job proposal. That was a done deal; she was in. But for now she was unable to communicate anything at all except her passionate emotions and her rapture in the pleasure she was experiencing. And even for that words were simply not available to her: she moaned and groaned and grunted and whimpered and tried very hard not to scream. She had had her pussy licked many times in her life, but never anything like this. This woman knew how to eat pussy and knew exactly where the pleasure triggers were. Usually when a man was between her legs it was so fucking frustrating! The idiots just randomly licked or probed aimlessly around with no clue what they were supposed to be doing. But this... this... this was so different. In mere seconds her body was trembling and her orgasm building.
Portia was confident it wouldn't take long to convert this young woman a hundred percent into exclusively female liaisons... she could see it in her eyes, hear it in her moans. Knowing time was of the essence since they had probably been in here for a good fifteen minutes, she didn't tease the young woman, didn't savour the sweet delicacy of her pussy, she just focused on getting her off.
Simone was in complete rapture and had to bite very hard on a knuckle not to scream out loud! She was definitely more a screamer than a moaner, and her suppression of the scream somehow refocussed more of her passion back into her pussy and instead of her orgasm erupting out of her, it recycled round and round within her, feeding off of itself, growing more and more intense for more than a minute until she almost passed out. She spasmodically banged her head against the wall. She grabbed the woman's head and held it deep in her pussy as she came all over Portia's face.
Portia lapped and smiled as she wondered if that had even been ninety seconds before liftoff.
Simone's arms dropped limply away from Portia a moment later and she whimpered almost silently, "Holy fuck."
Portia stood up and kissed the young woman passionately.
Simone kissed back, melting into Portia with a lust that she hadn't felt in fucking forever.
Portia broke the kiss a moment later and said, all business, "I'll take it all. Please remove the tags; I'll wear it out of the store."
"Um, yes, ma'am," Simone nodded, weak from her orgasm and disappointed that the surreal, life changing moment was apparently over.
Simone pulled off the tags and asked, "Will there be anything else?"
"Just wait for me outside, my dear," Portia replied, seeing the insecurity in the young woman's eyes.
"Yes, ma'am," Simone nodded.
Simone left and quickly went to the back room to check her makeup. Surprisingly, it wasn't messed up. Good to know her makeup was pussy cum resistant, she laughed to herself. She quickly returned to the changing room just as Portia emerged.
Portia handed the young woman a card. "I was serious, Simone. I think you would be a perfect body double for Mila. And if you do well, I imagine I can get you a lot of movie and commercial work."
"Really?" Simone asked, thinking that stuff about Mila was all seductive bullshit.
"Oh yes, I really am a casting agent and the Mila body double gig is yours if you want it. Just call my secretary to book a time on Monday to come in and sign some papers," Portia said.
"Wow," Simone said.
Portia smiled, "Is that, 'Wow, your pussy was heavenly to lick and I'd love to do it again,' or 'Wow, you're really a casting agent offering me a job'?"
Simone laughed, "Both and everything in-between."
Portia smiled, "You can go in-between any time you want, my dear."
"I'm at your beck and call," Simone responded right back, already imagining what being back between her legs might be like when they weren't rushed; when for example they had all night with each other. Wow.
Portia nodded, pulling out her phone and quickly typing something. "Here, put your number in. I just may take you up on that offer sooner than you think."
Simone took the phone and blushed. Her name was entered as 'Pet Simone'. A physical thrill went up her spine at the title as she typed in her cell number and handed the phone back to the beautiful seductress that had changed her life sexually, and possibly career wise as well.
"I'll be in touch," Portia smiled.
Simone nodded, "I can't wait."
Portia took her tags to the till while a mom and daughter asked Simone's advice on bra sizing.
Simone returned to her usual mundane job as Portia paid for her items.
Once out of the store, Portia checked her phone and saw that no one else had a turn yet this Saturday morning.
She sent her turn in and smiled, "Today is going to be a great turn day."
Scorecard:
Jasmine: 3
Crystal: 2
Portia: 2
Veronica: 2
Carol: 1
The end.
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