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  "You're supposed to be in the dressing room," CC whispered.

  "I wanted to watch."

  CC stroked her fingers along the edge of my jaw, down my throat and between my breasts. "Did you enjoy it?"

  "Yes. You're amazing."

  She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and gave a little tug. "Four minutes and counting."

  I jerked, as much from the realization that we had a timetable to keep as from the maddening pressure between my legs. "I guess we should go then."

  She didn't wait for me, and I made it into the dressing room just in time to catch the dress as she pulled it over her head and tossed it in my direction. Then she slid the G-string off and threw that too. I caught it one-handed and slid it into my pocket. She caught the motion and her eyes widened.

  "Souvenir?" she asked.

  I quickly rehung the dress and took down the bathing suit. "Underwear fetish," I replied with a straight face and handed her the bottoms.

  Laughing, she stepped into the minuscule bikini bottom. "Pervert." She turned to the mirror and checked her makeup. "God, those lights are hot out there. Make sure you have a towel ready for the next change."

  "Okay." Her body was already misted with a fine sheen of moisture. It made her skin glow, and I seriously doubted that anyone in the audience would mind watching beads of sweat trickle down her tight abdomen and pool in the shallow indentation of her belly button. I had a quick flash of kneeling in front of her and dipping the tip of my tongue into that delicious...

  "One minute," CC whispered.

  I caught a glimpse of her bare breasts in the mirror. The shallow V between them was flushed, the way a woman's skin will get when she's aroused. CC lifted her arms, watching my reflection in the glass.

  "You'd better finish dressing me, don't you think?"

  I realized I still held the bikini top in my hand. It was really just a swatch of material that covered a tiny bit of her breasts and tied in the back. No straps, no clasps, no much of anything at all. I stepped behind her, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror. I reached around her and stretched the thin fabric across her breasts, molding my fingers to the soft undersides, my thumbs just grazing her nipples. She caught her breath sharply and I felt her body twitch against me.

  "Hold that up," I instructed, my breath lifting the hair against the side of her neck, "while I tie it in the back." I kept my hands where they were until she reached for her breasts, our fingers gliding together as our hands changed places. I watched her unconsciously stroke her nipples as I tied the thin strand between her delicate shoulder blades. She leaned ever so slightly against me, the curve of her ass fitting perfectly against my crotch. I wanted to slide one hand down her taut stomach and dip my fingers beneath the tiny triangle of red that covered the red-gold beneath. When I looked down to where my fingers ached to explore, I saw the faint bulge of her clitoris tent the tight fabric that barely spanned the width of her cunt.

  "Thirty seconds," I said. She still cupped her breasts and her eyes were heavy-lidded as her gaze met mine in the mirror.

  "Thank you." Her voice was like warm whiskey, raw and intoxicating.

  I stepped back and didn't touch her, because she had a show to do and I didn't trust myself to do more than look. I followed her out, watched her work the crowd, saw the lust in women's eyes as they fucked her in their minds. She didn't stop where I waited as she hurried backstage this time, and I rushed after her.

  As soon as the door closed behind me, she practically tore off the suit. "I don't want to sweat this up. Wipe me down, will you?"

  "Personally, I think any of those women in the audience would pay big bucks for a bathing suit with a little bit of your sweat on it," I said as I grabbed a soft hand towel and patted her neck and chest with it. "Hell, some of them would probably pay to lick it off."

  She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, laughing softly. "Maybe you can sell the towels later. Get my stomach and legs, too."

  It was easier to do it kneeling, so I did. I hoped she was watching die clock, because I wasn't. I was watching the way her breasts rose and fell with each slightly uneven breath and the ripple of muscles in her stomach as I brushed the towel over her skin. When the backs of my fingers grazed her mons, she moaned softly and shifted enough to open her legs. The shining tip of her clit protruded between the deep rose lips of her pussy. I pressed a knuckle very lightly to the swollen hood of her clit.

  "You're wet here, too."

  "I know," she breathed. "It always happens."

  "Should I... do something?" What I wanted to do was fasten my lips around her clit and suck her until she came. She looked so hard I didn't think it would take more than a minute.

  "Just pat me dry," she whispered. "Not too hard, you'll make me come."

  "Jesus," I groaned, my vision going dim. My hands trembled as I took care of her, but I did as she asked and then stood up on shaky legs. "We better get you dressed."

  Somehow, professional that she was, she knew exactly how much time she had and was back on the runway precisely on cue. This bathing suit had a circle of black material that looped around her neck and extended down her chest in two thin strands that covered an inch of the center of each breast before crossing in the middle of her abdomen and attaching to the thong bikini bottom at each hip. Her back was completely bare except for the bikini string circling her hips. I imagined the strand of the thong rubbing over her exposed clit with each step, her wet pussy swelling more and more with each passing second. There in the dark, with the scent of her arousal swirling through my mind and the image of her excitement burned on the surface of my brain, I squeezed a hand between my legs to ease the ache in my clit. It felt so good I closed my eyes and rubbed harder, a few strokes from coming—until fingers gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

  "You can do that on your own time," CC said, a hint of throaty laughter in her voice. "You've still got a job to do."

  "Right," I croaked. "Coming. I mean—"

  "Oh, I know what you mean," CC called over her shoulder as she disappeared into her dressing room with me right behind her.

  She stripped off her suit, flung it in my direction and braced her hips against her vanity table, her hands gripping the edges. "You've got three minutes to make me come."

  I barely caught the bathing suit and had the presence of mind to drape it over the back of the chair before I dropped to my knees between her legs. Three minutes. Jesus. And then it hit me. I was going to make three minutes of my mouth on her cunt feel like eternity. I looked up and saw her staring down at me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes desperate.

  "God," she gasped, "I'm so hot. Suck me, please."

  Instead, I gently spread her open with my thumbs and kissed her, a series of kisses starting at her clit and skimming over her pussy. She was wet, sweet and thick, and I wanted to drink her dry. Her hands were in my hair already, trying to get my mouth where she needed it. I gave her my tongue instead, long slow sweeps, licking up her come as she creamed for me.

  "Ohh," she breathed out. "Oh, that's so nice. I'm going to come with you doing that."

  "Yeah," I whispered, leaning back just enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her hands on her breasts, her fingers plucking at her nipples. A tiny frown of concentration creased her perfect forehead. I massaged her clit with one fingertip.

  "Don't stop licking me," she whimpered. "I need your mouth to come."

  Two minutes. Somehow I knew, two minutes. I went back to licking, tracing the delicate furls and troughs with the tip of my tongue, tugging and sucking her lips until her hips writhed and jumped. She was open for me now, and I slid my hands around her backside and supported her thighs against the front of my shoulders while I circled her clit with my lips and sucked her for the first time.

  "That's it, that's it," she muttered. "Nice nice nice."

  Her clit bulged between my lips, hard and tense, and I knew she was a stroke or two away. I slowed just enough to keep
her this side of bursting, counting the seconds in my mind. She twisted her fingers in my hair.

  "Almost. Almost. Uh, uh, uh huh..."

  Her breathing got frantic, her words lost in a jumble of incoherent pleas, her cunt pulsing against my face. With my time almost up, I tightened my lips and sucked her in, hard and deep. Her clit pounded between my lips and she came, drenching my face and neck. When her legs buckled, I held her up, cradling her cunt against my mouth while she moaned and shivered, until she was completely spent.

  "One more minute," I whispered and got to my feet, swiping my mouth against the sleeve of my T-shirt. Her eyes were open but dazed. I handed her a towel, grabbed another and carefully dried her. By the time I was done, she'd regrouped. I pulled the next outfit from the rack as she checked her makeup.

  "That was incredible," she said, touching my mouth with trembling fingers. "Incredible."

  "Yeah." I held out the next suit. "And we've got three more runs to go."

  CC smiled. "If we're quick, we might find a few extra minutes between changes to try that on you."

  "Maybe we should wait until we're off the clock," I said, opening the door for her. "I just got this job and there's another show coming up tomorrow."

  "Oh, don't worry." CC kissed me as she passed. "I intend to request your services for the rest of the cruise. Good dressers are very hard to find."

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  When Angela heard the water shut off in the shower, she dropped her Business Weekly magazine onto the bedside table and padded nude across the cabin to knock on the door. "West? Honey? Let me dry your back."

  The door immediately opened and a warm cloud of steam billowed out. A nicely tanned and muscled arm reached through the steam, grasped Angela's shoulder and tugged her inside.

  West kissed her hard, as if she hadn't seen her for months. "You'll let all the heat out."

  "We're in the Mediterranean, honey. It's warm," Angela said, indicating her own naked state. She hadn't bothered to get dressed yet because her plans consisted of spending the entire day on the deck in her bikini. After she completed one very important item on her agenda.

  "It might be hot outside, but it isn't in here. I hate air-conditioning," West grumbled.

  "I know. Turn around so I can take care of you before you freeze."

  "Whatever you say."

  "Since when?" Angela laughed and grabbed a towel off the rack before closing the bathroom door.

  "I always do what you say," West protested.

  "Sure you do. As long as it's what you were planning to do anyhow."

  West peered over her shoulder. "Are you trying to tell me I'm failing obedience training?"

  "I'm not sure you can fail if you don't volunteer for the class first."

  "All right. I'm yours to command for the entire day." West gave Angela a long look. "I promise to do as I'm told."

  "Oh, you're going to be so sorry."

  "I hope so," West said, grinning. As Angela started working on her back, she leaned over, both hands on the vanity, and sighed. "I didn't realize how much I needed this vacation until we got out here on the ocean."

  "Are you sure you're not mad about Jill sharing our cabin?" Angela blotted the droplets from West's back, pressing her mons to West's hard butt, partly out of necessity in the cramped space, but mostly because she loved West's ass, and running her hands over West's body was making her horny. Well, hornier. "I know you only met her that once at the office party."

  West found Angela's eyes in the mirror. "I knew we'd be spending a lot of time with your friends from work. It is a group holiday thing, after all."

  "That's not the same as having a near stranger sleeping in the same cabin." Abandoning the towel, Angela wrapped her arms around West's waist and rubbed her breasts over West's shoulder blades while she licked her neck. Just that little bit of rubbing made her nipples hard. She circled her palm over West's belly and combed her fingers through the sleek dark hair that shadowed the triangle between her legs. "And besides, I'm used to having you whenever I want."

  "Did you wake up wet, baby?" West teased, twisting around to face Angela. She palmed her ass, squeezing the round, firm globes and rotating her crotch into Angela's.

  "You know I did, because you teased my clit until I was dripping." Angela tugged on West's lower lip with her teeth. "And then you didn't let me come."

  "Jill woke up." West nibbled on Angela's neck. "I couldn't do much more than play with you, not with the head of accounting in bed three feet away from us."

  Angela sighed. "I didn't realize it was going to be such a problem, but if I hadn't volunteered for her to stay with us, she wouldn't have been able to come. Sheila getting sick at the last minute and bailing on her really screwed things up."

  "It's not that much of an issue. We don't spend a lot of time in the cabin." West worked a hand between their bodies to clasp Angela's breast. "She seems nice enough."

  "I think she thinks you're nice," Angela said playfully, spreading her legs so West would press her clit more directly as they worked their pussies together. She felt herself growing harder. "She watches you when she thinks I'm not looking."

  West continued her explorations along Angela's neck to her ear. She sucked the fleshy lobe between her teeth and rolled it back and forth, imagining Angela's clit in her mouth. "I never noticed."

  "Mmm, I saw her looking this morning when you got out of bed—without any clothes on." Angela pushed hard into West's crotch. "But since I like you sleeping naked, I guess I'm going to have to put up with Jill ogling you. She must have thought I was asleep, because she actually licked her lips like she was ready to go down on you right then and there."

  "You aren't jealous, are you?"

  "Unh-uh," Angela sighed, tilting her head back so that West could reach more of the sensitive areas beneath her ear. Every time West licked one of those spots she felt it in her nipples and her clit—a sharp burning that flared for an instant and then sated into a steady pulse of heat. "I like it when other girls look at you and get hot."

  "When they just look?"

  "You're never going to forget I told you I got off watching you make it with Christie at the beach house before we got together, are you?"

  "It's one of my favorite fantasies," West said. "You watching."

  "Oh yeah?" Angela raked her nails up West's back. "Well, Jill being hot for you makes me wet."

  "I'm not so sure all that lust is for me." West skated her teeth down Angela's neck and sucked the soft warm skin just above her collarbone. At the same time she rubbed her cunt in short, hard circles against Angela's, knowing the constant pressure would make Angela's clit swell, but it wouldn't be enough to make her come. "I think some of it was left over from the erotica film we went to see last night."

  Angela laughed. "God, if I had known that everybody was going to be fucking instead of watching the damn movie, I wouldn't have suggested the three of us go together. At least I had you to get me off, even if we did have to do it standing up in that tiny bathroom stall. Poor Jill must have been suffering."

  "Not for long. I heard her masturbating last night right after we all went to bed."

  Angela gave a little jerk as her cunt flooded. "Really? How could you tell?"

  "I was almost asleep, and then I heard her moving under the covers like she couldn't get comfortable. I didn't think anything of it at first, and then I heard her whimper. Just a little tiny sound like something hurt her."

  "Could you see?" Angela asked breathlessly, rubbing her breasts over West's. "Pinch my nipples, honey."

  West immediately caught both hard nubs between her fingertips and rolled them. "It's really dark with the curtains closed over the porthole. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear this really steady swishing noise. It must have been her hand moving underneath the sheets, and she was breathing really fast. Little gasps and I could tell she was trying to be quiet."

  "Oh God." Angela swept her fingers between
West's legs and tugged on the swollen edges of her cunt. "Did you get wet like this listening to her make herself come?"

  "Wouldn't you? I couldn't help it."

  "What did you do about it?"

  "I wanted to wake you up so you could do me," West lowered her head to suck Angela's nipple, "but I was afraid she would hear me if I moved and she might stop."

  "Did you play with your clit?"

  "Mmm," West replied, never letting up on Angela's nipple.

  Angela cupped her palm over West's cunt and squeezed until West gasped. "Did you come listening to her get off while I was asleep?"

  West raised her head, her expression totally innocent. "I would never come like that without you there to enjoy it."

  "Good." Angela jiggled her hand until West was forced to close her eyes from the pleasure. "Let's go make out on the bed."

  "Jill might come back," West pointed out.

  "She might." Angela gave West's clit one quick stroke. "Will that be a problem?"

  West grinned. "Nope."

  "Good." Angela dragged West by the hand out of the bathroom and then tumbled onto one of the two slightly-larger-than-twin beds. Jill's bed was against the opposite wall, with two sets of built-in dressers just below the porthole between them. When West started to get under the covers, Angela stopped her. She propped pillows against the wall, pushed the sheets down and sat crosswise on the bed, her legs partly off the side. "Sit next to me like this."

  When West joined her, Angela threw one leg over West's, pulled the sheet up to their thighs and leaned into West. "Now put that beautiful mouth to work before I scream."

  "She's going to get quite a view if she walks in," West said, indicating the cabin door on the facing wall, just past the foot of Jill's bed. "I'm naked."

  Angela looked down at her own full breasts and skimmed her fingers over both erect pink nipples. "Me, too."

  "You're the one who has to work with her when we get home, not me," West whispered, moving in on Angela's neck.

  "I wasn't the one jerking off to a fantasy of someone else's girlfriend," Angela whispered, holding both breasts in her hands and squeezing her nipples while West sucked on all the tender points in her neck. "She was."