Fun on South Beach

Fun On South Beach -- Part Four by Flaborn1957@yahoo.com

This is a work of fiction. All the characters are products of my imagination. Descriptions of settings that might resemble a real location are purely coincidental.

As an aside here......I stumbled across a model while surfing not to long after I wrote the first part of this series. This girl kind of struck me because she seemed to be the embodiment of my main character: the lovely Angel Enriquez. If you're interested in what Angel might look like in real life, send me an email and I will send you a pic in return. I will not mention this young lady's name and I will not direct you to her website. She has no idea of the existence of my stories and is not related to them in any way. However, if they were going to make a movie from "Fun on South Beach", this young lady would be my choice for Angel.

Angel had gotten a call from her agent about a modeling job in Palm Beach. Apparently, some rich lady was putting on a show for charity for the women in her club. The show was to be at the woman's house and was very private. Since the woman was rich, she had no problem paying Angel's usual price for several hours of work. In fact, her agent told her that the woman had asked for Angel to bring another model with her if she so desired. This made Angel happy because she did have a girl that she was mentoring and this kind of experience would be perfect for her.

As soon as Angel got off the phone, she called her friend Emi and asked her if she was interested in doing the show. Emi quickly agreed and the two made plans to drive to Palm Beach the next day.

Emi was a little younger than Angel, only 19, but she was almost as beautiful. Being from Brazil, Emi had dark auburn hair and olive skin. She was a little thinner than Angel but her breasts were full with small dark nipples. Angel had noticed her one day while walking around South Beach and had approached her. They became friends very quickly and Angel was helping Emi to get started in modeling.

On the night of the show in Palm Beach, Angel drove her Mustang to Emi's apartment and picked her up. The ride to Palm Beach was a good one and the traffic was light. Angel had stashed a small cooler of daiquiri's in the backseat so they both were feeling fine by the time they arrived to the estate where the show was to be held. Angel double checked the address to be sure then she rang the bell at the gate.

"This is the residence of Abigail Beecham. How can I help you?" came the reply.

"Hi, I'm Angel Enriquez and I'm here for the fashion show." Angel replied.

"Ah yes, Miss Enriquez, we've been expecting you. I shall open the gate for you. Please drive to the front of the house and there is a spot marked for you to park."

Angel and Emi looked at each other -- both impressed at this reception.

Angel guided the car up the winding driveway that was lined with the 20-foot tall hedges that are common in Palm Beach. Eventually, the hedge ended giving the 2 girls their first view of the Beecham house.

"Wow," they both said almost in unison.

The house was 4 stories tall and probably at least 75 years old. The front of the house was built with multi colored bricks and was covered with lush green vines. Angel saw a sign near the front door with her name and guided the car to park there. A doorman was waiting for them and quickly helped both of the lovely girls out of the car. He showed them to the door where a very young and very pretty maid let them in.

The maid led them through the foyer of the house, past an immense stair case, and down a hallway that went to the back of the house. She opened double doors to an immense room that was set up for the show. There were about 20 tables with 2 chairs each spread randomly. A small lighted fountain was in the center and on the far side was an entryway decorated with flowers.

"Miss Enriquez, if you please, you and your friend may wait here. Mrs. Beecham will join you momentarily." the maid said.

"Thank you," Angel replied.

The maid smiled and walked towards Angel. She took both of Angel's hands and leaned forward to kiss her on each cheek.

"You are very beautiful Miss Enriquez. I'm sure that Mrs Beecham is going to enjoy you very much." she said just before leaving the room.

Angel considered that for a moment as Emi looked at her slightly bewildered.

"What did she mean by that?" Emi asked.

But before Angel could answer, a woman walked into the room. She was about 65 years old and was wearing enough diamonds to finance a small country. Angel and Emi realized this must be Mrs. Beecham.

The woman spotted them and came straight over.

"You must be Angel. I am so delighted you have joined us this evening. I am Abigail Beecham," she said.

"Hello Mrs. Beecham. Yes I'm Angel Enriquez and this is my friend Emi. She is going to work with me tonight."

Mrs Beacham took a good look at Emi and stepped over to her. She took Emi's hand in one of her's and put the other hand around her back to pull her closer.

"I'm so happy to meet you Emi. I've actually heard a lot about you. I follow the modeling business in Miami very closely. I'm a major partner in 3 international modeling firms and I am always looking for new talent. I'm so glad that Angel has brought you with her tonight."

Angel thought to herself, "Beecham! I didn't recognize the name!! This is incredible. Emi and I can score some big professional points tonight."

"Now, let me show you to the dressing room and the clothes you will be wearing tonight," the woman said as she led them to a door on the far side of the room.

The woman showed them through the door into a spectacular room that was decorated with flowers and mirrors. The 2 girls were in awe as they looked around.

Mrs. Beecham had crossed the room and was opening 2 large cabinets. The girls walked up to see what she was doing. The girls watched as she maneuvered the doors and the sides of the cabinets so that they opened totally.

"Now girls, here you will find the clothes for this evening's show. I took the liberty to get both of your sizes and then had all these things brought in. Emi, your clothes are here. Angel, yours are over here."

The girls looked inside their respective cabinets. They both realized right away that there was nothing in them except lingerie. Very skimpy lingerie. Emi looked over at Angel and caught her eye. They exchanged a look that almost made Angel laugh.

"Is everything to your liking girls?" Mrs. Beecham asked.

"Oh yes, these are wonderful. Do you have any preferences as to what we should start with?" Angel replied.

"No, I will leave the choices totally to the two of you. There are more than enough outfits, pick out what you like and I'll be happy." Mrs. Beecham told them.

"Now I hear some guests arriving so I'll have to excuse myself. If you would like to peek at the guests, you can see through here."

Mrs. Beecham opened what appeared to be a small cabinet door. The girls saw that it was actually hiding a small window that looked into the large ballroom. Mrs. Beecham then left out the main door. Angel and Emi stepped closer and looked out. They were surprised to see that the room had filled quite quickly. The girls noticed something about the guests but Emi spoke first.

"Angel, all the guests are old ladies. I don't see anyone out there who is less than 60 years old."

"Yeah, I see that too." But Angel was noticing something else too.

"And we're going to model all this skimpy stuff for these little old ladies?" Emi said with disbelief.

"Emi, remember the little comment the maid said about Mrs Beecham enjoying us?" Angel asked.

"Yeah, that was kinda weird. What did she mean?"

"Well, I wasn't sure at first, but now I think I know. Look over there by the flower arrangement on the left."

Emi moved so she could look out the window in the direction Angel was pointing. It was kind of dark but she could make out the figure of the young maid that led them in. She was standing between 2 of the old ladies holding a tray with glasses of champagne. As Emi looked closer, she realized that one of the old ladies had her hand under the girl's skirt and was clearly massaging her rear end. The girl wasn't protesting at all. In fact, something about her posture and her slight movements seemed to indicate she was enjoying it.

Emi looked around the room. She saw that there were other maids now in the room and some of them were receiving the same treatment as the first maid.

Emi stepped back to look at Angel.

"Oh. This is interesting," Emi said. "Angel all these outfits are very skimpy lingerie and we're going to model for a room full of rich old lesbians? This is some interesting job we've got here."

"Emi, this is one of the things that sometimes happens in modeling and you have to just get through it. This Mrs Beecham, I've heard of her. She's a big power in the modeling world. She can help both of us in a big way. I've had to do some shows like this in the past. The ladies get there jollies by feeling up some young beautiful girls. It's no big deal."

Emi looked out the window again and was quiet for a minute. Then she turned back to Angel.

"Okay Angel, I guess I'm alright with it."

Angel smiled and hugged her.

"Great, now lets get dressed."

The two girls went to their cabinets and began to pull out various outfits. Angel selected a very long and sheer robe that had matching panties. She quickly began to peel off her t-shirt, jeans, and her own panties. She pulled the new panties over her smooth tanned legs. She brought the panties up to her hips and adjusted them. Emi watched as she realized this was the first time she had seen Angel naked. She found herself staring at Angel's perfect round ass and her golden breasts.

She startled when she realized that Angel had seen her staring.

"So Emi, I guess you're getting into the mood," she said as she slipped the robe over her shoulders. She adjusted it to barely cover her breasts and then went out the door.

Emi ran to the window and watched as Angel began to circulate the room. The old ladies instantly devoted their attention to Angel as she walked slowly around the room. And it was well that they did, because Angel was one of the most beautiful girls that any of them had ever seen. As she circulated through the room, the ladies marveled at her incredible honey blonde hair, her long smooth legs, and the beautiful curve of her breasts.

Emi marveled as well as she watched her friend. She finished putting on her outfit which was a dark green pair of panties with a matching silk top that was just barely long enough to cover her breasts. It looked great against her auburn hair. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and went out into the room. She was surprised that the ladies who saw her started to clap.

Emi began to circulate the room as she had seen Angel do before her. As she passed each table, the old ladies were staring at her as they had stared at Angel. She noticed the jewelry they were wearing. There was some serious money in this room.

As she passed one table, she saw a thin lady beckoning her to come closer. The lady was smiling at her sweetly so Emi walked over.

"Aren't you a pretty girl. May I take a closer look at your outfit please?" the lady asked her

"Yes maam," Emi replied as she stepped closer.

The old lady reached up and began to feel the silk top. She rolled the material at the bottom edge between her fingers. Emi stood still and watched. The old woman reached up with both hands and began to smooth the material over Emi's shoulders. Her hands shook slightly as her fingers moved over the silk top.

Emi had looked up and was watching Angel on the other side of the room. She was standing close another guest who was also touching the outfit Angel was wearing. She watched as she saw the woman stroke her hand over the thin material. But the woman was doing more than that. She was stroking Angel through the outfit. Her hands were going up and down Angel's waist and across her midriff. She watched as the woman untied the small ribbon that held the robe together. She pushed it to each side and then moved her hands up to Angel's breasts.

As Emi was watching Angel, she had forgotten about the old lady right in front of her. Her attention quickly came back as she felt the woman's hands go under her top and cup her breasts. Emi turned her head quickly to look down at her chest. She felt a sudden spark of heat as she felt the woman pinch her nipples. Almost immediately, her nipples hardened under the shaky fingers of the old lady.

"Well, aren't you a sensitive one," the lady said as she continued to pinch and massage the girl's breasts.

Emi was looking down and watching with amazement. She had never had any kind of lesbian experience before and now this sweet little old lady was fondling her. She had to admit, it did feel good.

"That's enough for now my sweet. You'd better continue the show. There are other guests besides me," the lady said.

Emi nodded at her and began to walk the room again. Just three table later, another woman beckoned her over. This woman was much more aggressive than the last. She pulled Emi close so that one of her legs was between Emi's legs. Her hands quickly roamed up under the top and groped the girl's breasts. Emi had to put her hands on the woman's shoulders to steady herself. The woman was rough, but Emi found herself getting aroused. She even thought she could feel herself getting wet.

The woman put one hand around the teenager's back to hold her. Her other hand dropped down from the girl's breasts and slowly descended across Emi's flat stomach to the top edge of the panties. The woman's fingers slid lightly down the center of the fabric until her hand was between Emi's legs. Her fingers pushed on the fabric until the outline of Emi's sex could be seen.

Emi was looking at the woman and the woman looked up at her as she pushed her fingers more firmly against the girl's pussy. Emi was getting very aroused now as she felt the pressure teasing her. The woman's magical fingers moved slowly up and down no more than an inch or so, but it was enough to work Emi into a very aroused state. But just as she was hoping the woman would do more, she felt the fingers withdraw.

"Now, now you pretty little thing. Mustn't keep you all to myself. There are other guests you know," the woman said.

Emi was so aroused, it took a moment to get herself together and walk away. Angel had been keeping an eye on her and walked over to her.

"Hey, let's do a change," she said as she led Emi to the dressing room.

"Omigod Angel, I can't believe this," Emi said as soon as they were inside. "That last woman was rubbing my pussy and it felt so wonderful. But just when I wanted her to go further, she pulled away."

"Yeah I know. Same thing is happening to me," Angel replied.

Just at the moment, the young maid walked in.

"Excuse me Miss Enriquez, one of the guests has made a special request. Her name is Marcela Whitman and she is one of the richest people in Palm Beach. One of the outfits in your cabinet is marked with her name. She would like you to put it on and join her at her table. She is at the back center of the room. Her table is the one with red and yellow roses."

Angel stepped to the little window and looked out. She could see Mrs. Whitman sitting at the table with Mrs. Beecham. At the moment, Mrs. Whitman was happily feeling up one of the maids, a girl who looked no more than seventeen. Mrs. Whitman was one of these ladies who has a very stout upper body and fairly skinny legs -- the body shape that makes them look very manly. At the moment, she had her arm around the girl's back and her other hand clearly inside the girl's panties. The maid was struggling to stay standing as Mrs. Whitman was agressively fingering the girl.

Angel turned back to the maid as she continued, "One thing though Miss Enriquez, Mrs. Whitman likes to play out a little game when she is here. She likes to pretend that she is very aggressive and the her partner is somewhat....unwilling. I hope you understand what I mean."

"Well, this should be interesting," Angel said as she turned back to the cabinet to find the outfit the maid mentioned.

Sure enough, it was there and tagged with Mrs. Whitman's name. Angel pulled it out and held it up on the hanger. It was actually very stunning. The top was a small vest made from some kind of net-like material. However, it was covered with what appeared to be real diamonds. The matching g-string panties had diamonds stitched to the front.

"Angel, that must be worth thousands of dollars!" Emi said.

"I know, I know," Angel replied. "I've never seen anything like this."

Angel quickly pulled her outfit off and began to put the new one on. As she stood in front of the mirror, she could see that even with all the diamonds, her nipples and her pussy were clearly visible.

"Well, I guess I know what I'm in for," Angel laughed as she headed for the door.

Angel took her time getting over to Mrs. Whitman. She decided to do a little teasing herself. So, she navigated her way around the room, getting close enough so that an occasional guest could reach out and stroke her leg or her rear end. But no more than that. Emi was watching and almost laughing as she realized that Angel had turned the tables on the guests. After several minutes of walking through the room, it was clear that every woman was transfixed by this beautiful girl who was wearing diamonds.

Finally, after quite awhile, she walked over to the table where Mrs. Beecham and Mrs. Whitman were waiting for her.

"Mrs. Whitman, I would like to introduce the star of our show this evening, Miss Angel Enriquez," Mrs. Beecham said.

Mrs. Whitman rose from her chair and Angel found she had to look up a little to face her. The woman took Angel's hand as if she was going to kiss it, but instead pulled Angel closer and kissed her on the lips.

"It's so nice to meet you Angel. I've been very anxious to get to know you better," Mrs. Whitman said.

"Thank you maam. I wore the outfit you left for me. I have to say that I've never seen anything like it."

"Well Angel, I did have that specially made for you. In fact, I was wondering if you would like to keep it?"

Angel was a little taken aback. The outfit was worth thousands and thousand of dollars. There was something up with this.

"Why don't you join me in the next room which is Mrs. Beecham's private study. We can discuss the outfit and how it can be yours."

"Okay, I guess Emi will be okay here on her own." Angel replied.

"Oh yes, we'll take good care of darling Emi," Mrs. Beecham said.

Mrs. Whitman, still holding Angel's hand, led her to a hallway and then a door to a large dark room. She followed Angel inside then closed and locked the door. On the way, Mrs. Whitman asked Angel if the maid had told her of the little fantasy game that she wanted to play and if Angel was okay with it. Angel told her it was all okay.

"My dear Angel, you look absolutely divine in this outfit. It looks better on you than I ever dreamed."

"Thank you. I'm glad you are happy with it. It certainly is unique."

Angel was walking slowly around the room as the woman sat and watched her. She would stop occasionaly and pose so that the woman was getting a good look at her incredible body. The diamonds looked on fire as they stood out from Angel's tanned, smooth skin. The woman was clearly getting aroused watching the beautiful girl.

"Angel, please come her to me," the woman told her.

Angel stood still for a moment and looked at the woman. A small smile came to her lips and then she walked to Mrs. Whitman's chair. The elderly woman looked up and down Angel's body as her hands reached out to girl's legs. Her fingers slid to the back of each thigh and pulled Angel closer. Angel let herself be guided so that she was directly in front of the woman, so close that she could feel the woman's breathe on her bare stomach.

"I've been waiting for this a long time Angel. I've been following you career for several years. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen ."

"Thank you Mrs. Whitman, that is very kind of you."

Angel stood still as she felt the woman's hands lightly touching the diamonds on the front of the panties. Her fingers spread across the front and were gently massaging just above Angel's pussy.

"Omigod," Angel thought, "this is going to be good."

Angel put her hands on the woman's shoulders as she began to feel some warmth within herself. The gentle massaging so close to her pussy was beginning to get her aroused.

The woman stood from her chair and backed Angel up to a sturdy table that was nearby. She steered the girl so that she was almost sitting on the edge of the table and then gently pushed on Angel's shoulders so that she was leaning back. Angel put her hands on the table behind her to hold herself. Because of this, her breasts pushed up and out towards the old woman.

"Mrs. Whitman, what are you doing to me?" Angel asked.

"Why child, I am going to have you for myself," she said as her hands began to massage Angel's bare midriff. Angel watched as the boney hands played over her tanned stomach and rose upwards to just under her breasts. The woman worked slowly and was careful to let her fingers slide just under the edge of the panties and then just under the bottom edge of the top.

"What do you mean have me?" Angel asked, playing the part of a girl being taken advantage of. "I thought we were going to talk about my modeling career and I was going to show this outfit to you."

"First things first my dear. Right now, I want to taste your delicious body."

The old woman reached up to the clasp at the front center of the diamond top. She released it quickly and pushed it open, allowing Angel's perfect round breasts to spill out. Angel let out a small cry as her breasts were released and then reached up with one hand to cover them.

"Mrs. Whitman, please don't do this. This isn't right." Angel pleaded.

But Mrs. Whitman ignored her. She pushed Angel's arm away and made her put both hands back on the table The old woman wrapped her hands around Angel's waist and held the girl firmly.

"Now listen my sweet little girl. I'm going to have your body now and if you are smart, you will just go along and enjoy it. I think you might just find this pleasurable. And if I enjoy myself as I hope, then perhaps the outfit you're wearing will be your reward."

Angel squirmed in the woman's grasp so that her breasts shook from side to side. She let herself whimper slightly as she wriggled on the table. The woman laughed slightly and held the girl tighter.

"Ummmm, when you squirm it just makes me want you even more," the woman said as she lowered her head to Angel's bare breasts.

The woman's lips closed over one of Angel's pink nipples and she sucked it into her mouth. Her arms closed around the girls slim waist and held her tightly. Angel grasped the woman's shoulders again as if to push her away.

"No...please....don't suck my breasts.....please don't do this to me," Angel begged, playing her part perfectly.

The woman did not stop. Her mouth moved from one delicious breast to the other, licking, sucking, biting each nipple. Angel was getting very aroused now. Her breasts, so sensitive on their own, were now tingling very hard at the intense stimulation they were getting. Her pussy was now very wet and tingling as if it knew what was coming.

As Angel kept her hands on the table and her chest arched out to the woman, the woman was reveling in her domination of this girl. As she licked and sucked, her drool was running down the girl's breasts and over her stomach. Angel felt it and it only aroused her more. She continued to squirm in the woman's grasp as if she was trying to make her stop.

"Mrs Whitman, I'm begging you. Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want me to do," Angel whimpered.

"Yes. You will do as I command," the woman replied as she pulled away from Angel's swollen and sensitive breasts.

The woman reached up with one hand and began to massage her drool over Angel's bare chest and midriff. Angel continued to wriggle under the woman's hand as it passed over her breasts and down to the edge of the panties. Angel was so hot now that she could hardly stand it. It was really exciting to her to watch this woman rub her slobber over her skin.

"I think I'm ready to really taste you now. I want you to lay back on your elbows."

Angel did as she was told, easing herself back until she was almost flat on the table. The woman hooked her fingers under each side of Angel's panties and began to slowly remove them. As Angel's shaven pussy was exposed, the woman couldn't help but to pause a moment to take a good look.

"Why Angel, you're just a nasty girl after all," she said as she continued removing the panties.

The woman took her time pulling the panties over Angel's slender legs. In fact, she paused for almost a full minute as she ran her hands over each tanned thigh. As she did, Angel continued to play the part of the "unwilling" participant by wriggling her hips and ass. All this did though was though was to further arouse the old woman.

"Oh Angel, I'm afraid you're going to have to stop fighting it. You are mine now and I'm going to taste you."

The woman finished removing the panties and then put her hands on top of Angel's thighs to hold her. She pulled herself up between the lovely girl's legs and lowered her head. Her tongue reached out and she began to lick Angel's inner thighs.

"Mrs. Whitman, please, don't do this to me. You have to let me go," Angel pleaded.

But the woman did not respond. Her licking continued and Angel felt it gettting closer and closer to her exposed pussy. she laid her head all the way back now and let her legs be spread at the woman's will. The woman let her tongue trace the outline of the girl's steaming sex. She could tell that the girl was very, very aroused. She was proud of herself -- a sixty-five year old woman who was pleasuring a beautiful 22-year-old girl. A girl who was obviously enjoying every minute.

Finally, the woman lowered her tongue and drew it directly over the girl's outer lips causing Angel to arch her back and let out a moan of pleasure. The woman smiled to herself as she knew the girl was hers for the taking. She licked over the girl's pussy again, and a third time, and a fourth, as Angel moaned and pushed herself against the woman's mouth.

The woman got a good grip around Angel's hips and then plunged her tongue into the girl. Angel saw stars for a moment as she felt the old woman's tongue penetrate deeply into her. She reached forward and gripped the woman's head to hold it tightly against her pussy. Angel was crying out now with pleasure. The fucking she was getting from the woman's tongue was driving her into a frenzy. Her body was almost bouncing on the table as she responded to each push of the woman's expert tongue.

As she was pushing her tongue, the woman had closed her mouth over the girl's exposed lips. Suddenly she sucked in hard, drawing some of the girl's tender flesh into her mouth. She began to "chew" with her lips giving the girl something of an oral massage. The girl responded with a whole new set of screams. Angel was being pushed to the absolute limit now as her pussy was being ravished from inside and out.

Finally, to her mercy, she felt her orgasm building and when it came, it shook her from head to toe with waves of pleasure. She felt relief only for a moment though because Mrs.Whitman had not stopped. Her attack on Angel's vulnerable sex continued. The tongue shoved deep into her and the mouth sucked over her tender lips. It did not take long for a second and then a third orgasm to rack the lovely girl.

But still the woman did not stop. Angel could hardly breathe she was so exhausted. The tongue was still fucking her, shoving so deep into her and moving in just the right way. She could feel it as it would withdraw slightly and then shove back into her -- over and over again. Angel's poor body was covered with sweat and the remainder of the woman's drool as she writhed in pleasure on the table top.

The woman heard the girl scream again as another orgasm hit her. She was smiling to herself as she thought about what she was doing to this girl. She was going to have to get this girl under contract with her modeling firm so that she can keep her close by.

Finally, the woman began to ease off. She pulled back slightly and let her tongue play over the girl's steaming lips. Angel began to get her breath back and tried to relax on the table. The woman stood back and walked to a small telephone that was on a desk. She picked it up and said something quitely. Angel was only mildly aware of this but was to spent to pay much attention.

After a few minutes, as Angel rested on the table, a knock came on the door. Mrs. Whitman went to open it and Mrs. Beecham and her young maid came in. The maid went straight to Angel and began to towel the beautiful girl and clean her up. The maid was very happy about this as she had been wanting to get her hands on Angel all night.

Mrs. Beecham came over to look over the maid's shoulder at the the beautiful model. She smiled as she took in the sight of Angel lying on the table totally spent. She watched a few moments as the young maid toweled Angel gently. The girl was being attentive, perhaps too attentive.

"Estelle, I think that Miss Enriquez is clean now. You can stop toweling her now."

The maid look up with disappointment, "Mrs. Beecham, might I have just one kiss."

The old woman smiled at the pretty young maid.

"Of course my dear. You've been a good girl."

The maid turned back towards Angel and lowered her lips to Angel's. The girl kissed softly as first and then pushed her tongue into Angel's mouth. Angel was still so aroused that she could not help but to respond. Her back arched up slightly and the maid passed her hand over Angel's breasts.

Mrs. Beecham stepped in.

"Estelle, that's enough now. You may go."

The maid quietly collected the towels she had brought in and left the room and also took the diamond outfit with her. She left behind a Japanese silk robe which Mrs. Beecham picked up as she walked over to Angel. She helped Angel to sit up and then stand.

"Miss Enriquez, I must say that you have been a wonderful guest here this evening. I do hope you will consider coming back."

Angel extended her arms as the woman helped her put the silk robe on. She looked over at Mrs. Whitman and smiled at her.

"I would be very happy to come back.....as long as my modeling career stays on track."

"My dear Angel, I don't think you have a thing to worry about. Now, why don't we rejoin the party."

The two elderly women escorted Angel back to the main room. When they entered, Angel looked around the room. Not to much to her surprise, virtually every maid was being taken by one of the guests if not 2 or 3. She could see several maids laying across some tables with one woman licking her pussy, one sucking her breasts, and a third kissing her mouth. Despite the ravishing she had just experienced, Angel couldn't help but feel aroused again.

"I don't see my friend," Angel said.

Mrs. Beecham looked around for a moment and then nodded in the direction of a far corner.

"I think that would be her over there and she seems to be in good hands."

Angel looked to see Emi also laying across a table with 2 women working her over. They were taking turns running their fingers over the sweet girl's pussy, while keeping a constant massage of her breasts at the same time. Angel felt more heat in herself at this erotic sight.

Mrs. Beecham went to her table and picked up a small bell and rang it.

"Ladies, it's time to bring our festivities to an end. If we could have our 2 wonderful models come to the center of the room, we can wish them thank you for their participation."

Angel walked to the center of the room as Emi joined her. The 2 girls weren't exactly sure what was to happen, but it became clear very quickly. One of the maids came to the girls and gave each a beautiful hand stitched bag. Inside each, there was a gift-wrapped box. Then, the guests began to approach the girls to bid them goodbye. As they did, the old ladies were taking their last opportunities to kiss each girl and perhaps one last fondle of each beautiful body.

But they were also dropping envelopes into the bags for each girl. Angel and Emi eyed at each other as they realized what was happening. They both realized that these old ladies were going to send the 2 girls away with very full pockets.

Finally, Mrs. Whitman was the last person to make her way to Angel. She took the girls into her arms and kissed her deeply. Angel couldn't help but melt into the woman's arms.

"I want you to be a frequent guest at our parties Angel. I do hope you enjoyed yourself."

"Yes maam, it was wonderful. I really enjoyed the little game you like to play. It was very exciting for me too."

"Shush now, that's our little secret," the woman said as she put her finger over Angel's lips.

She kissed Angel one more time and then she took her leave of the room. The 2 girls went back into the dressing room to put their own clothes back on. As they were finishing, Mrs. Beecham came in and handed each an envelope.

"My dear girls, you both were absolutely wonderful. I do hope you will be available for our future parties."

"Mrs. Beecham, I think I can speak for Emi, we've had a fantastic time. The clothes you had here for us and the attention we've recieved has been great. This was the first time for Emi, but I think she enjoyed herself."

Emi smiled and nodded at the elderly woman, who came to her and gave her a hug.

"Well girls, it's been a long day for me and I must retire. Estelle will assist you to gather your things. Good night now."

The girls watched as the woman left the room and the pretty maid entered. Between them, they gathered all their things and were led to the front door. The doorman that greeted them now led them to Angel's car and helped them get in. Angel started the car and began the drive to the front gate. As they approached, it swung open to let them out onto the quiet street.

The 2 girls looked at each other and the bags they had been given. Angel sped the car down and stopped in the first place she found to pull off. They grabbed the bags and started to tear open the envelopes the old ladies had been giving to them. Each one was filled with money. $500. $1000. Sometimes more. They found the 2 envelopes from Mrs Beecham and almost screamed as they discovered checks for $10,000. Then they pulled out the wrapped gift boxes and tore the paper off in a frenzy. Angel opened her's first to find the diamond outfit that Mrs. Whitman had asked her to wear. This time Angel did scream as she saw the diamonds flashing in the light from a nearby streetlight.

Angel looked up at Emi and waved at her to open her box. Emi pulled it open slowly and screamed too. There was a matching diamond outfit for her as well. She picked up a note that was inside and read it to Angel.

"My dear Emi, I do hope you enjoyed yourself and that perhaps you might join us again. As I knew that Mrs. Whitman had commissioned a special outfit for dear Angel, I did not wish for you to feel left out. I hope you will enjoy it."

It was signed by Mrs. Beecham.

"Omigod Angel, do you realize how much money we've made tonight? I can't believe this!" the girl exclaimed.

Angel had pulled the car out and was heading back down the road.

"I know, I know. We're going to have to keep some open dates for these ladies."

The 2 rode in silence for a few minutes as Angel steered the car back towards South Beach.

"You know something?" Emi said quietly. "After all that happened tonight, I never did have an orgasm."

Angel looked at her friend.

"Emi, I know this was your first time being with another woman. Did you like it? Did it feel good?"

The teenager nodded yes. Angel looked at her for a second and then smiled.

"I have an idea," Angel said. "I have a friend that lets me use his condo on the beach. Why don't we spend the night there?"

Emi looked at Angel for a second. She knew what Angel had in mind. She was quiet for a long minute before she finally spoke.

"Angel, I think I would like that."

Angel smiled at her friend. She put a finger to her own lips and kissed it. Then she reached over to her friend and placed her finger softly on Emi's tender lips. Emi softly kissed back and then she laid her head over onto Angel's shoulder as the 2 of them drove on in silence.

The End of Part Four.

Coming up next: Angel and Emi get close.....really close.