"Flash" Part 2

Looking in the mirror the next day, it crossed my mind a number of times to
wonder what in the world I was wearing. I looked, well, slutty. But
something about that didn't seem so bad. In fact, I had a feeling it would
help my work, rather than hinder it, although I had no idea why. Had I
known what was to come, who's to say whether I would have tried to stay
home anyway.

Ring went the doorbell at Lola's studio. The door was once again answered
by the beautiful Marie Jet. Nothing odd about her chin, though. I wondered
what that was all about yesterday and shrugged inwardly, suppressing a
flood of images that clicked, rapid-fire, through my conscious mind. She
smiled her melting smile at me again and damn if it didn't have the same
effect. Averting my eyes from her gaze, I walked into the studio, aware of
my dress, my makeup, and my emotional state. Nothing else seemed to have
changed, although the entryway was a bit darker than before. Lola looked up
at me benignly and, looking me up and down, smiled and nodded.

"Much better today, dear," she murmered, "very slutty."

I beamed, although why I couldn't imagine. Do employers typically refer to
their employees as "slutty?" I didn't think so, but I was still beaming
when Marie came out of the dark entryway into full view. If I was slutty,
she was positively lascivious. Her 5'10" model's frame was packed into a
black, shiny, smooth material from head to toe. 10 small, sharp fingertips
shone from 10 openings in the hands of the materials, nails like fire
standing out from the black material. Legs molded into the 6" stilettos
that held her aloft at the towering height of 6'4" from the ground. She
stepped into the lights of the studio and light seemed not to so much
reflect off of her but to bend around her. Hair glowing, eyes shining, lips
red and full, she positively oozed sex.

"Hello, Susan. Lola and I like your look. Let's take some more photos," she
breathed.

Lola stepped forwards, in only a soft, silk robe and a camera. She held it
aloft and before I could peel my eyes from Marie and start asking
questions, the camera started clicking and the flash started flashing.
Commands started flowing and I started "working."

"Susan, arms on your chest."

"Susan, fingers on your breasts."

"Susan, sit on the couch."

"Susan, legs on the coffee table"

Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.

Marie moved in, holding the flash, placing it on the table, pointing it at
me. She flowed more than walked, a vision in darkness, and my eyes were
lost to the camera. Fixed onto Marie's form as she glided towards the back
of the couch, following her as she walked behind my head, lowering her face
to within inches of mine, I felt my lips pucker and extend on my own. Her
eyes, mere inches from my own held mine until head slid towards my body so
that our mouths could intersect in this strange variant of a "69." Her
mouth closed onto my lips, locking greedily. Her tongue slid out and my
body and mind exploded in desire, my hands rising in lust to run up and
down her so-smooth second skin. I felt the outlines of her shoulders and
ran my fingers to her breasts, my red nails a strong contrast to the black
material that encased her. My fingers traced her breasts, feeling the
outlines of the aureoles and nipples as if they were naked and exposed. Her
silver-edged fingers slid down my arms to my breasts, barely enclosed in
the skimpy fabric, and I sighed. Our tongues intermingled and I was in
heaven. I could have stayed that way forever, but apparently Lola had other
plans that were not to be directly under our control. A second flash, timed
to go off with the first one started firing, strobing, in time with words
from that part of the room. Turning my eyes, Lola had shed her robe, her
short form powerfully built, with large, full breasts, creamy skin and
strong legs. Her eyes almost glowed green as they looked at Marie and my
forms, intertwined in love and lust. Lola had other plans.

"Stand, Marie" Flash.

"On your knees, both of you" Flash.

"Turn to face me" Flash.

She walked between us and stood. We turned to face her without thought.

"Lick my pussy, Marie" Flash. Marie's face dove forwards into her spread
lips, her tongue working double time, of it's own subconscious, well
trained, volition.

"Lick my ass, Susan" Flash. My well done lipstick was gone, wiped
unceremoniously on the tight cheeks of Lola's ass as my face buried itself
to it's task. Letting my tongue wander, in and out, up and down, tasting
only mana by Her commands. Unaware of anything but liquid desire to obey
and the lust that comes from obeying Lola. Obeying the flash.

Lola screamed, but did not command us to stop. She screamed several more
times and then fell to the couch.

"Stop. Stay still" Flash.

Marie became the most beautiful of statues. I was a distant second. We
faced her, immobile, our chins glistening with our saliva, with Lola's
juices, with each others saliva. We simply stayed, letting it dry or drip
to the ground.

Lola stood, walking behind us. I thought I heard her fastening something on
to herself and then she walked back in front of us.

"Marie, service me as you know I like it." Flash.

From my vantage point, about 18" away from the two, I had as good a view of
what was to transpire as anyone could have. Still, I couldn't believe my
eyes. Lola strode to Marie with a 9" long, black rubber strapon cock that
almost glowed. It looked like a part of her, encased in the tight latex
panties that supported it, arching proudly away from her body. She was
thoroughly transformed. That one piece of rubber changed her from a soft,
but toppish woman, to a butch, tough, aggressive, dominant. Her eyes glowed
with power, her words set to the timing of the strobe carried all the
authority they would need to get what she wanted, but her essence, her
NEED, was embodied in that 9 inches of rubber. Marie's mouth opened
automatically, her crimson lips parting to the "O" of subservience, and
moments later the visible 9 inches was trimmed to 4, then 3. Marie's expert
lips, perhaps trained on the real thing, perhaps on this impossibly aroused
phallus, worked it. They closed and sucked, opened to let her tongue slip
out and around the shaft, closed to allow her head to bob up and down,
opened to let it slip out and rub against her face.

For her part, Lola was in heaven. It was as if the strapon was a part of
her. She bucked and swayed with Marie's movements, with her actions,
reacting to each lick, each change in pressure from Marie's mouth. Her
ecstasy overcame her as she grabbed the fiery hair of the Goddess kneeling
at her feet and forcefed the strapon into her face. Sliding the dildo in
and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed, her screams reached a
furious peak. At the last moment, her hand reached down and depressed a
button on the latex holster. She screamed and came, writhing, as Marie's
eyes bulged along with her cheeks.

"SWALLOW IT ALL!" Lola screamed in ecstasy, her head thrashing from side to
side, her eyes closed, her hands holding Marie's face where the 9 inch
rubber monster would create visable bulges in her throat. Flash.

Marie's surprise faded, her reflexes quelled, and she greedily swallowed
her Mistresses projectile cum. Gulping and bobbing, letting nothing drip
from her lips, she continued to suck and lick until Lola's exhausted voice
said "Stop, Marie. Good job. Relax." Flash.

Marie let the fake cock out of her mouth with an audible POP, eliciting a
final groan from Lola, who slumped back onto the couch. Marie's eyes were
shining from Lola's praise, and she absently let her tongue play over her
lips. I was still immobile and had been treated to one of the most erotic
shows I'd ever seen. My pussy was dripping, and, ignoring the command to be
still, was pulsing and throbbing in absolute, wanton lust. Lola was still
sprawled on the couch, but was aware enough to be eyeing Marie and I for
signs of life. She looked at me and said, "Talk, but don't move." Flash.

Suddenly, my mouth worked, and I groaned loudly. Lola smiled. "Yes, dear?"
She asked, innocently, "Something on your mind?"

"What...what was that? What's going on? Oh, God, that was hot." I managed,
barely.

Lola grinned and put her foot on the coffee table. I noticed immediately
the nail polish the same color as mine--jet black. She wiggled them in
front of me and the words "feet are ugly" surfaced for a moment. A FLASH
and then "Service them. You LOVE feet." came the voice.

My body was my own, but my mind was focused on one thing--Lola's beautiful
feet. My mouth sank to them and started to worship them in the way that I
imagined they deserved. Tongue intertwining with each toe, licking lovingly
over each nail, cleaning, kissing, brushing them against my face, my
lips...and then a voice came from the couch to float above my reverie.

"Yes, dear. You're very good. You see, I know what kinds of things my
models like, and what I like from them. Because those are not always
exactly the same things, I have my little magic flash. Quite handy. Given
to me by an admirer who didn't realize that I could use it on him. I think
he's in the navy now, doing some thing or other 15000 miles away from here.
In any case, you can surely see how I'm able to get much better poses than
other photographers with this special technique. And," she whispered,
looking meaningfully at Marie, "I do occasionally pick up some long-term
houseguests. Marie, here, for example, loves to service me, and I love to
have her do so, but she does still quail a bit at sucking my ... add-on. I
help her do so more eagerly, and it helps make it real in my mind. Doesn't
it, Marie?"

Marie's eyes blazed and she smiled ferociously, "MMMmmmm. Yes, boss. That
it does." She made an extremely obscene puckering sound and blew Lola a
kiss.

Lola laughed and looked down at me, still burying my face in Lola's
exquisite feet. "Now, you, Susan. Marie and I both think that you'd make a
wonderful addition to our little...home. But you have to decide that. I
won't try to make your decision for you, but I will make you forget all of
this should you say "no," for our protection."

"mmmm," was all I could muster, my head full of the scent and the taste of
the most wonderful feet on earth.

"Oh, here, let me help you, dear." Flash. "You can stop with my feet for
this decision."

Suddenly my vision returned. All was normal. I was sitting there, well,
kneeling there, covered in sex, inches from Lola's still exquisite toes,
but fully cognizant of what was being asked of me and the ramifications. My
reply took about the time it takes to breathe. "Oh, God yes. Please. I have
NEVER been happier than these past two days. Let me suck your strapon. Let
me worship your feet," turning to Marie, "Let me lick you and suck you and
join you, both of you." My mouth rambled forwards for several more feet
before my abject lust caught up with it and pointed it to better pastures,
namely Marie's beautiful feet encased in the tightest of latex. I crawled
to them and started to kiss and lick them. Clear headed, conscious, fully
aware, and wanton beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

Marie looked down at me, and then at Lola, who was smiling broadly. "Lola,
I think we've found a roommate," she cooed softly, reaching down to
unfasten the velcro holding her feet encased in the latex so that I had
access to her florescent-orange pedicured toes.

Lola, picking up her camera, but leaving the flash off, smiled and nodded,
clicking away. "I think we'll be adding to the family album as well."