It was the year 2011 in the dense jungle of Burma.
Nearly a hundred men were sweating profusely as they dug into the ground with shovels and machinery. They were hired to excavate gold and other natural resources. A government minister was there along with military officials and business people.
She was part of the business side of things. Her real name was Ohnmar, but in secret circles, her alias was 'Ms. Q.'
The meeting and the tour of the land had wrapped up and many of them went their separate ways. Plans were closer to being finalized and big contracts were near, benefiting everyone involved.
After paying final respects to the military personal and the government minister, she took a moment to check her phone. A woman of her stature had to always be in the loop of things, whether it be family responsibilities or business dilemmas that needed urgent attention.
Skimming through her new messages and emails, something caught her eye. It was a note from the Agency. It was something from deep within her personal life that no one else knew about. Her heart always rushed whenever she received an email from them. She always felt embarrassed too.
Good and proper Burmese women like her weren't supposed to be involved with anything like this. Yet she was. The message should have waited and she should have kept her focus on the land excavation.
Instead, she checked the message. It couldn't wait.
Ms. Q,
I am currently in the capital city of Yangon after a last minute change of plans. I was hoping we could meet in person, face to face. I'll have a driver take you to my hotel when you're ready.
Dinner starts at 8 pm and I have a big proposal for you.
If you're looking for fun afterwards, there's plenty of that too.
Much love,
I.W.
The initials 'I.W' stood for the Illusive Woman. For those in-the-know, the Illusive Woman was the person in charge of the secret operation. It had been rumored for years that this person was part of a royal family in Europe. But that was just gossip and nothing was ever proven. Besides, it didn't matter. The services were impeccable. That was what's important.
She stood there blushing with shame as she put her phone away. These messages always had a profound effect on her. She'd always feel the same rush. That sense of guilt and excitement.
Her mind swirled with what the 'proposal' was. It could have been anything but she had a feeling it was something business related. In the past, she had given people in the Agency pointers here and there about organization and strategy.
"Are you okay?" a Frenchman named Richard asked. "You're looking a bit flush. There's a soda in the van if you need sugar."
She forced a smile. "I'm fine, I was just a little light-headed for a moment."
"We'll be having lunch soon. That should do the trick."
"It will, I'm fine. I didn't eat much and we had a busy morning."
He smiled and gestured to the van. "Let's be on our way then."
The small group of business people went to their van and traveled down the dirt road to a nearby town. They ate a local meal of chicken with garlic noodles, along with the famous tea leaf salad.
Naturally, the conversation was focused on contracts, numbers, and estimates. She added to the conversation whenever she could, as she has much expertise in international importing and exporting.
But her mind was focused on the message.
The truth was, she had last rendered the services of the Agency a few months ago when she was on a trip to France to meet with investors. Since then, she swore she'd never contact these people again. As sweet and lovely as they all were, it was too much of a vice for a cultured woman like herself. The shame felt like a burden which constantly grew with each session.
She tried focusing on her noodles and keeping up with the important conversations at the table. To great effect, she was able to act like everything was natural. Her input was invaluable and no one had the slightest idea that sex was on her mind.
It was 4 pm when she arrived back to the capital city of Yangon. Like many in Burma, she still lived with her family, even though she was a woman in her mid 40's. She cared for her parents and she lived with her two brothers who ran a nearby restaurant.
She took a quick nap after catching up with her family. By 5:30, she prepared for the night out, telling her family that she was having dinner with visiting associates from Europe; it was technically true.
The outfit she decided on was a blend between East and West. She wore a htamein, which was a traditional Burmese dress to cover her legs. It had vibrant and colorful patterns displayed. For her top, she wore a western style buttoned up blouse. It was thin, since the weather was hot. Sandals were on her bare feet.
Between that and her elegantly done makeup and hair, not many people could have believed that this was the same woman who had just been in the jungle that very same morning.
A driver had picked her up and taken her to the 5-star hotel. At a glance, Ms. Q looked like a woman who could easily be apart of the government or the country's social elite. Inwardly, she was a mess. The closer the car had taken her to the hotel, the more nervous she became.
She felt tense meeting the Illusive Woman, whoever that lady was. And she felt like she was breaking an oath to herself, that she should be a proper and decent woman and stop rendering these services.
Her inner-desire won. It always did. All her life she was the respectable 'good woman' for herself and for her family. Her reputation and family name meant everything.
If anyone deserved a vice, it was her. But was it really a vice? She wondered. Things were changing in Asia and the mood was generally shifting towards sexual liberation. In a place like Burma, the pace was dramatically slower. She prided herself on being a worldly and enlightened woman. Surely her side affairs were consistent with the woman she prided herself on being.
The driver had dropped her off at the front of the hotel and the staff greeted her warmly. She went down in the elevator to the spa area, where their private meeting would be held. There were different rooms for massages, hot tubs, and whatever treatment a person could need.
Ms. Q went down the short hallway and there was a private facility with a small pool and a hot tub. Her heart was pounding, wondering if she'd see anything wayward going on. Instead, there was silence. The area was mostly dim and the pool was brightly lit to create a romantic atmosphere.
"Do you mind that I'm still in the hot tub?" a feminine voice said from behind.
Turning around, Ms. Q saw a young blonde woman, probably in her early 30's, sitting casually in a tub that was on the floor level. There were bright lights in the tub and it was obvious the woman was naked.
This was the Illusive Woman! Her hair was wet and slicked back. Her hair was so blonde that it looked golden.
More importantly, it seemed that the rumor was true. This woman was part of a royal family in Europe and was occasionally featured in the tabloids, but Ms. Q didn't dare to bring that up. This organization was based on secrecy and trust.
"We can talk however you'd like," Ms. Q replied. "I am at your full service."
"Why?"
"Because you're the Illusive Woman."
She laughed. "Thank you. That's lovely."
As it turned out, the Illusive Woman had a girlish charm that was both disarming and strangely seductive. It was far from what Ms. Q had expected; she expected the Agency to be run by a hard nosed business woman.
"You're very beautiful," Ms. Q said in admiration.
"Am I?"
"You obviously are."
"I also think you're beautiful, Ms. Q. Very beautiful. I love women from Burma. I love women everywhere. But that's not the point of this meeting."
Ms. Q felt butterflies in her stomach. "You can tell me anything. It's an honor to meet you. I've heard many great things about you, how you give to charity. I do a lot of charity work as well."
"I know. I know everything about you, Ms. Q. That's part of the reason I wanted to have this private meeting with you. You have a good heart. It matches your beauty and intelligence."
"That's flattering."
The Illusive Woman smiled. "I'm going to stand up. As you can see, I'm naked. Will that bother you?"
"Never."
"Will you serve me?"
A feeling of being frozen came over Ms. Q in an instant. Had this turned sexual already? She wondered if the powerful woman just summoned her here to become a sex pet.
Either way, it was an invitation worth taking.
"How would you like me to serve?" Ms. Q asked.
"Get a towel and dry my body. Will you do that?"
"Of course I will."
Standing up, the Illusive Woman had no shame. Why should she? Her skin was like silk and her pink nipples looked delicious. She stood there for a long moment while water dripped from her body.
It was nudity in its purest form. This was a woman who was in touch with her own sexuality and had the confidence to share her beauty with others.
Ms. Q watched with lustful eyes. This was the reason she was so fond of the services of the Agency. This was the place where she could see other naked women in the flesh.
Deep down, Ms. Q wondered if she'd be lucky enough to eventually play with this royal heiress. One could only dream.
"Well?" the Illusive woman asked playfully. "Are you going to get me a towel?"
"Of course."
Once a prominent business woman, Ms. Q had been reduced to fetching a nearby towel. She did so quickly, like a puppy. She opened the towel and approached the hot tub, getting a closer look at the naked body standing before her.
"It's a bad habit," the Illusive Woman giggled, stepping out of the hot tub towards the open towel. "I love making rich people become my servants. Sorry about that, my sweets."
Ms. Q pursed her lips and was embarrassed that this naked woman had put her in such a humble role. It was also flattering and extremely arousing to be called 'my sweets' by an heiress.
"Are you sure you want me to dry your body?" Ms. Q asked as the naked woman approached the towel.
"If I ask for something, I want it. Yes, I'm a spoiled brat. Always have been, always will be."
"There aren't many spoiled brats in this country. But I'll make an exception for you."
Ms. Q meant what she said, bringing the towel around the naked heiress and draping it around the wet body. With firm hands, she used the towel to rub the warm water from the bare figure. With her eyes, she studied every curve and angle from the milky white body. She also studied the pink nipples up close.
With her hands, she took every opportunity to brush up against the firm body and smooth skin. She also took great care not to offend when she was drying off the small breasts, butt, and crotch area. It seemed as though it was titillating for both of them.
"Such quality service," the Illusive woman said warmly. "You can toss the towel in the bin."
The heiress stepped away from the towel, completely naked.
"Would you like your clothes? Or a bathrobe at least?"
Ms. Q instantly felt like a fool, the way she was suddenly acting like a maid or this young woman's mother. All her years being a busy career woman, she had been reduced to this. Consensually and by her own will. She had fallen under the spell of this naked blonde. She enjoyed doing so.
"I'll let my body finish drying naturally," the Illusive Woman said, prancing around barefoot, this time by the pool area. "I think it's time we got to the point. Do you want to take a guess, first?"
Ms. Q thought for a moment. "I've been a loyal customer for years and you wish to reward me to an experience alongside you. Or perhaps you were in the mood for an Asian woman since you're in Burma, and you want me to sexually service you."
"Kind of close. But you're way off."
"I'd like to know the answer."
"I want you to become the new boss," the Illusive Woman said with a bright expression on her face. "The truth is, I've taken this venture as far as it can go. I don't have the acumen that you have. At this point, the Agency is better off with a business-minded leader to take charge of things. That would be you."
Almost instantly, Ms. Q wanted to give a polite laugh, but it never came out. She was stunned. A job offer was simply the last thing she had expected this evening, let alone for the top spot of a lesbian sex agency.
But she knew the Illusive Woman was serious about this. Why else would the beautiful heiress make such a serious offer, unless it hadn't already been carefully thought out?
"I travel a lot," Ms. Q said as a short reply, which was the first thing that popped into her head.
"Which is why you'd be perfect. You're worldly, much like our client base. You understand women. You can connect with people. You enjoy our services. Most importantly, you're a business genius as far as I'm concerned."
"I deal with trade, mining, resources. Not with..." Her voice trailed off.
"Lesbian sex?" the Illusive Woman answered. "Are you afraid to admit to yourself that you enjoy pleasure? Does it still make you ashamed? That's what I've heard from the women who've served you."
Ms. Q changed the subject. "I wouldn't know the first thing about running the Agency."
"It's easy. There are managers who do most of the work. You just lead and be the beautiful -- and anonymous -- figurehead of the group. Would you like to think it over?"
"What you're asking me to do is far from who I am."
"Can I help convince you?" the Illusive Woman asked. "I can tell you're interested, or at least a part of you."
"Sure. You can try."
At the corner by the pool, there was a small desk set up with two chairs. They sat together and reviewed the myriad of documents; everything from flow charts, to financial figures, to operational strategies.
Ms. Q was still wearing her wonderful attire and the young heiress was comfortable sitting there naked. While quickly reading and studying things, Ms. Q couldn't help but take little peeks at those dainty pink nipples every so often.
They must have talked for nearly an hour before they came to terms.
And through it all, what stood out in the mind of Ms. Q was the ability to make a difference, however big or small, in whatever way. To be a leader. To be someone who could help others get in touch with their sexuality, because that's the essence of life, isn't it?
She waffled back and forth through her passions and her insecurities before finally making a firm decision.
"I'd like to lead for an interim period," Ms. Q said, sitting with her back straight as if she were in a board meeting. "Let's say, 6 months at the most. Then I'll decide if I want the job permanently."
The Illusive Woman smiled. "That sounds fine."
"What will you do without the Agency?"
"I have plenty of other fun hobbies. All I ask is for special perks. I've become accustomed to certain things and I'm afraid I can't live without them."
"What would you like?" Ms. Q asked.
"I need my pussy eaten at least three times a week; I'll return the favor, as expected. I need a full body massage twice a week. And I want a strap-on session once a week; receiving end. Variety is a requirement. I always need a new lady and I prefer dark skin. Told you I'm a spoiled brat."
Hearing this naked heiress speak so brazenly about the sex acts she wants was strangely comforting to Ms. Q. It made it feel like women were allowed to have anything without shame.
"I'm sure that can be accommodated," Ms. Q said in a professional manner. "To my understanding, most of the employees of the Agency are in Europe."
"I travel everywhere though. It's a global service and you understand international affairs, which is why I like you for this job."
"Bold choice, if I may say so."
"Speaking of global," the Illusive Woman said. "Do you want to know why I insisted on coming here to Burma, instead of meeting you in Europe?"
"A vacation?"
"Kind of. But I also adore the spiritual aspects of this country. You know, I've had many blessings here. I'm quite superstitious. It's served me well, and hopefully, it will be useful for you."
The breath was sucked out of the lungs of Ms. Q. There was no mistaking it, she knew exactly what the Illusive Woman had in mind, who was biting her lower lip in the most sultry of ways.
"It never hurts," Ms. Q said, almost in a gulp.
And like that, she understood what she was getting herself into.
Some of the guests in the banquet hall were local women, most were affluent women from around Asia, and the rest were from Western countries. Their private little conversations immediately ended the moment the royal heiress, now wearing a white gown and heels, entered with the soon-to-be new boss of this organization.
Ms. Q had never felt so powerful as she walked alongside the heiress, holding hands, and was able to command the full attention of everyone in the room. This is what royalty feels like, she thought.
But at the same time, she wasn't kidding herself either. She knew this would be hard. She knew it would be a challenge. She knew it would be something she'd never forget, for better or worse.
To get her status in life, she had to work hard, use her brain, and struggle relentlessly. Stress was normal to her. It was the price she paid so that her entire family could have a great life. So she could be a woman with some influence and a name.
Now, to become the leader of this Agency, she was willing to make the same sacrifice, but in a much different way. Whatever that would be.
The Illusive Woman called everyone to their seats, that a new leader would be named, and that appetizers would soon be served before a delicious main course meal.
"I've chosen my successor," the heiress told the exclusive group. "Long may she reign. May she be blessed. May we look after her. I've chosen carefully and she has agreed."
It was a defining moment for the Agency and everyone seemed to know what was going to happen. Ms. Q stood still as the Illusive Woman gave a short speech about the importance of change. How growth is always necessary. Then of course, her reasoning for choosing the new boss.
Women in the audience expressed their agreement with short nods and lustful, wandering eyes that sifted through Ms. Q's body.
It was a mesmerizing experience to stand there and be admired, and then the Illusive Woman whispered in her ear.
"This is where things get exciting."
With a snap of her fingers, the royal heiress summoned four hotel employees to serve the appetizers. One woman pushed a cart which had plenty of laphet thoke, or tea leaf salad as it's called in English, while another woman pushed a small shrine on another cart.
These employees had been with the hotel for years. Ms. Q had said 'hello' to them on plenty of occasions whenever she visited this hotel. Some were mature in age, some were much younger. They were all lovely women.
Dressed in buttoned-up hotel uniforms on top, they wore their traditional Burmese htameins dresses to cover their legs, and they were barefoot on the carpet. It seemed unusual given the official service, but it was a private event so it made sense that things would be a little different.
Once in position, the four employees unbuttoned their tops, removing their uniforms, but they kept their htameins around their waist to cover their legs. They were surprisingly at ease doing this, as if they had done this before, as if they weren't as innocent as they appeared during work hours.
No one in the audience flinched at the bare breasts. They were used to this too, it seemed. The breasts were in different shapes and sizes. The mature women had breasts that seemed longer and sagged. The younger women were more perky and upturned. Some of their nipples were light brown, some had dark nipples.
The foursome employees got on their knees and pressed their palms together in a praying position before the movable altar. They closed their eyes and prayed. It was silent at first before the words came out of their mouths. Chanting. It was loud enough so everyone in the hall could hear it.
Ms. Q understood the words. She knew these chants. They were religious and spiritual. She had heard it countless times in her life, but never in a situation like this where the prayers were done topless.
As a deeply religious woman, Ms. Q had never felt so torn in her life. This almost felt sacrilegious. Surely the other Asian women in the room were from religious backgrounds too. Had everyone lost their minds? Or was she the only one being so rigid?
Whatever the case, Ms. Q couldn't deny the fact that her pussy had turned drench and her face was warm. Seeing the four hotel employees pray and chant topless was a surreal taboo. Taking a good look, Ms. Q could see the nipples of the employees harden.
The chanting became louder and louder, until suddenly they went silent. The women bowed to the altar five times when they finished praying. Whenever the oldest and most voluptuous woman of the group bowed, her breasts hung downwards and her dark nipples nearly touched the floor. An enticing sight.
The Illusive Woman snapped her fingers and two other employees entered the room and approached them. They were young, barefoot on the carpet with htameins wrapped around their waists -- they were also topless with small, upturned breasts.
Ms. Q stood still as the younger employees stood beside her and began to undo her clothing. Showing her bravery and wanting to prove herself to the audience of sitting and watching guests, Ms. Q stood firm with her chin held high, as she was being undressed.
The employees started with her blouse, leaving her thin upper body on display. She didn't have many muscles, her body was soft and slender. They removed her bra and took it away. The breasts of Ms. Q were soft, aged, and sagged with dark nipples.
What felt like an act of cultural defiance, the women removed the htamein of Ms. Q, leaving her skinny legs showing. They pulled her panties down to reveal a patch of dark pubic hairs. At this distance, no one could see the faint strands of grey except for the employees.
There she was, naked and exposed, the new boss of the Agency. Her body was dark brown and desirable. Her nipples had turned so hard from the exposure. She did her best to keep her chin held high, but her heart rate told a different story.
"Appetizers will be served," the Illusive Woman said to the group with all the good graces and manners of a proper host. "Ladies, get to it."
Ms. Q stood there naked and dumbfounded, wondering why she had just been stripped naked as she watched the four employees stand up to serve the starting meal. They mixed the laphet thoke. Then they pushed the cart of food and the altar towards her.
Getting things started, the Illusive Woman pushed the straps of her own gown aside, letting everything fall to the floor so she could also be naked in front of everyone, except she was gleeful about it, putting her youthful indiscretion on full display.
The eyes in the audience became even more interested, more leering and curious as things intensified. Everyone's full attention focused on what was about to happen next.
The cart with food was brought near Ms. Q. The women cleaned their hands in a bowl of fresh water, then dried them with towels.
'Please, eat this,' a young employee said in Burmese, using her fingers to serve Ms. Q some of the tea leaf salad.
She opened her mouth and accepted it. Accepting the blessings, she chewed and ate it.
'Lay down on the table,' the employee said in Burmese. 'Your legs facing that way.'
It took less than a second for Ms. Q to realize that they wanted her legs to be open before the group in the banquet hall. Her pussy would be exposed and this would be part of the dinner service.
"What are you waiting for?" the Illusive Woman playfully nudged, whispering in her ear so their conversation would remain largely private.
Ms. Q whispered back. "I've never been naked like this before. They'll see everything."
"A leader has to be fearless. You'll see."
Taking a breath, Ms. Q stepped towards the table and laid on it, with her feet pointed towards the guests. Employees spread her feet apart. Her pussy was now showing. Her eyes were focused upwards towards the ceiling and lights. It was better that way. She tried her best to focus on other things. Anywhere but here.
The texture of the laphet thoke was felt on her chest as they decorated it on top of her dark nipples and around her breasts. It made her nipples turn harder. More was placed on her stomach to form a small pattern.
With her legs spread, much of the laphet thoke was inserted inside of her vagina, making her gasp audibly. As much as she tried to focus on other things, there was no escaping this reality. Food was being served on her body and the blessings would be shared with everyone through her sex.
The Illusive Woman called the guests to help themselves and so they did. They got up and there was plenty of chatter and small talk from all different languages.
As the footsteps and chatter came closer, Ms. Q felt her heart beating out of control. Her pussy moistened, making the tea leaves inside of her pussy turn wet with natural flavors. Was anyone planning to actually eat that?
From the corners of her eyes, she saw the women converge around her. Although she kept her eyes focused on the ceiling, she noticed the women smiling down at her naked and vulnerable body. Some used the tips of their fingers to glide across her skin, giving her a nice feel. Others were happy to just look for the moment.
Plates were handed out and an employee wielding two spoons took a scoop of the laphet thoke that was on her body and put it on a plate, followed by a small portion from between her legs, getting those juices of hers.
Her toes curled a bit, knowing someone would eat it. She looked and saw that an Asian woman happily took the first serving and went back to her seat. The process repeated itself; the employee scooped food from her body, then topped it off from a serving that was inside her.
There was no timidness from anyone. Oh yes, they were expecting this. They wanted a taste of their new boss.
Plate by plate, food had been served. The line moved quickly as the employees were true professionals. As the portions grew smaller, more of Ms. Q's body was revealed and her nipples had become exposed once again. Serving the last portions, the employee used two spoons to really dig in deep, giving a few lucky guests a special taste of her insides. At that point, it felt more like an ob/gyn exam than a banquet feast.
When every woman had their portion and sat down to socialize and eat amongst themselves, Ms. Q had wondered if the burning humiliation was over. If it was all done.
But when she saw the Illusive Woman peering over her naked body, she knew it was far from over. She heard another cart being brought to where she laid. She smelled generous portions of roasted duck and other delicious meats.
"You're doing so good," the Illusive Woman said. "You have been blessed and all of us are sharing it. A few of the guests have personally told me how delicious you are. Mind if I have the last taste?"
"Please."
Looking each other in the eyes, while Ms. Q laid on the table and the naked royal heiress stood above her, the Illusive Woman dug two fingers inside her pussy to scoop out the rest of the flavored tea leaves, making Ms. Q squirm.
Pulling her fingers out, the Illusive Woman sucked them clean.
"Tasty," she said with a bright smile. "Now for the next course. As our new leader, your spiritual energy powers us."
To her side, Ms. Q could see a topless employee using a carving knife to prepare to serve the meat. Looking to her other side, another employee was preparing the sauces.
One of the topless hotel staff, an older Burmese woman, got between her legs holding a serving bowl. No words were spoken, but it was clear what was going to happen. The employee was a no-nonsense lady and brought the bowl near her pussy.
Closing her eyes, Ms. Q felt the employee massaging her crotch and thigh area. The bare hands came closer to her pussy before finally making contact. Her labia was being pressed by thumbs and fingers traced around her clitoris.
Another employee provided assistance. They spoke in Burmese to coordinate this and decided on one of them rubbing the clitoris, and the other inserting two fingers inside to find Ms. Q's g-spot.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy being fingered. It felt sensational. The women in the hall were finishing their appetizers. The sounds of utensils hitting plates was slowly coming to an end. Certainly these women were ready for the main course. And it was clear that her pussy would once again play a big part in that.
As her pussy was being worked, she could hear more prayers in the background. Someone praying to the altar.
Never in Ms. Q's life had she felt so conflicted. As a deeply religious woman, this all felt so sacrilegious. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. But she was torn as she lay naked with fingers servicing her pussy.
She'd die emotionally if anyone in her family or community found out about this. This was far from her public persona as a devout woman. She had long wondered if she was a sinner for being a lesbian. She had spent countless hours alone thinking about her deepest desires and her secret meetings with women of the Agency.
Her g-spot was found and her body squirmed. The employee used her fingers to apply more stimulation to the magic button. The other employee kept working the clitoris.
As her orgasm approached, Ms. Q had a beautiful epiphany. Sex and religion don't necessarily go together, but they don't conflict either. There was nothing wrong with enjoying the gift of sex. She was a kind human being with the same needs as anyone else. She craved the feelings of love and being wanted. Could there be anything wrong with that?
The fingers moved away and she felt a hot tongue. She looked down to see the Illusive Woman, this gorgeous blonde naked royal heiress, with her tongue gliding up and down her pussy. Yes, it was finally happening. She had wanted this since the moment they first met.
She came while looking at the heiress's bright blue eyes. The fingers plunged deep.
When Ms. Q squirted, another employee brought the bowl towards her sexual entrance to catch as much of the nectar as possible. Her body squirmed and jerked. The fingers hitting her g-spot and the tongue across her clitoris were relentless. She cried out in an embarrassing moan. Her hands clenched the table. Her toes curled and her feet arched for everyone to see.
Several shots of her juices went into the bowl. It was the best orgasm of her life and being the center of attention for all of these classy women had much to do with that.
When she finished, the audience applauded. Either they loved the sight of this or they knew what would happen with the bowl. Perhaps both.
The employee used her fingers to wipe the remnants of juices from her labia, making sure to catch everything inside of the bowl.
"You were marvelous," the Illusive Woman said, now standing over Ms. Q's face.
"What happens next?"
"Next, we eat. You're our beloved leader now, aren't you?"
Their lips met and they shared a wet tongue kiss. Ms. Q tasted her own squirt from the mouth of the heiress. It was a deep and passionate kiss.
When the kiss ended, the heiress helped Ms. Q stand up. They were the only ones naked, except for all the topless hotel employees in their htamein dresses.
She saw what was being done with the bowl of her squirt. It was being mixed with a sauce made for the meat. Every woman in the hall was going to eat it. As plates were prepared with fresh slices of meat and a serving of noodles and vegetables, the sauce was poured.
The plates were served. It was something Ms. Q would never forget. She watched an older Italian woman delicately use a fork and knife to cut a piece of duck, dipping it into the cum-ladened sauce before taking it into her mouth.
Ms. Q was in awe watching this, and the Italian woman winked at her, expressing her approval over the taste.
Business had never been better as she relaxed in the balcony of her hotel room in Lisbon, Portugal. It was mid-morning and she was completely naked on a lounge chair.
The past few days were spent selling gold that was mined from Burma and making new deals to supply natural resources.
But this was her break time. Her meditative state ended when her employee brought over a young local woman who worked for that hotel, still wearing a uniform. They made small talk while Ms. Q remained naked and the young woman introduced herself further.
"Why are you here?" Ms. Q asked, in a comfortable mood.
"I want to work for you. I've heard so much about this Agency and I want to join."
"Why?"
"The excitement. The service. The same reasons as you, I guess. I... umm... it's hard to explain, but I know what I like."
It was a good enough answer. Ms. Q knew the feelings and desires, and how they could be difficult to articulate at times. She knew this young girl had the right nerves for the job, since she hadn't flinched at the nudity.
"The first step is simple," Ms. Q said. "If you want to join, you'll need to pass the taste-test. Pull your panties down and lift your skirt. Bring yourself to me. Then I'll decide if you should be trained."
"Yes, Ms. Q. Anything to serve."
The young hotel worker pulled her white panties off and lifted her skirt to reveal a delicious looking pink pussy. Ms. Q was able to get a good look as the employee stood beside her. While still seated, Ms. Q pressed her lips to the pussy lips and sucked.
Having been the boss for a few months, Ms. Q had perfected the art of eating pussy. She had to. How else was she supposed to personally train new recruits? With just her tongue, she was able to make the pussy quiver and short panting noises escape the hotel worker's lips.
Cum trickled out of the pussy and Ms. Q slurped everything up while looking the girl in the eyes. Satisfied with what she tasted, Ms. Q put the skirt down and pressed it firmly so that the hotel girl looked presentable again.
"How, umm, did I do?" the nervous hotel girl asked.
"Congratulations. You taste exquisite."
Part of running a lesbian escort agency meant hard work and making sacrifices. Certainly a woman like Ms. Q was making a difference in the world.
The End
