Different Circles

Celia did not tell her to stop. It felt too damn good. In fact, she could now feel the orgasm starting to build inside of her, climbing toward the peak, edging closer to the point of no return. There was no way she was going to interrupt now.

“Harder,” she told Laura. “Squeeze it a little harder. Be rough with it.”

Laura complied, adding some force, squeezing the nipple now and again, handling the boob like a man would. This had an immediate effect on Celia. The orgasm began to build faster now, becoming a positive feedback loop that fed upon itself. She began to pant faster, to moan in bliss, and soon the release point came and waves of intense pleasure exploded throughout her body.

“Oh my God, that was hot,” Laura panted, still rubbing away at her own sex frantically.

“Now it’s your turn,” Celia told her. She took her hand away from her own sex and twisted her body even more toward Laura. She then reached out with both of her hands and took both of Laura’s breasts in them.

“Oh yes,” Laura panted, speeding up her rubs even more. “My boobies love to be touched.”

But Celia could not confine herself to simply touching. Acting on an impulse she did not even attempt to question, she leaned forward and took Laura’s left nipple in her mouth. She began to tongue and suck on it.

“Oh my God!” Laura panted. “Oh my God, oh my God!”

Laura exploded with her own orgasm thirty seconds later, her pelvis bouncing up and down on the couch, Celia’s mouth suckling her nipple through the entire thing.

When the spasms finally died down, Celia took her mouth and hands off Laura’s body and sat back up. Both of them slumped in the couch cushions, letting their breathing get back to normal, letting their heart rates drop back down, letting the sweat dry on their skin. They sat like that in silence for the better part of five minutes. Finally, they turned their heads and looked at each other.

“I enjoyed that,” Celia said simply.

Laura nodded. “Me too. It was very intense.”

“Was it a wise thing to do though?”

“I don’t know,” Laura said. “I guess time will tell.”

“Are things going to be awkward between us now?” Celia asked next.

“I don’t think so,” Laura said. “We weren’t really ... you know ... doing it with each other. We were just two friends helping each other through a tough time.”

“You don’t think we crossed over a line in our friendship?” Celia asked.

“I think maybe we blurred the line a little,” Laura said. “I don’t think we crossed it.”

Celia nodded. “Well ... okay then,” she said. She leaned forward and picked up her shirt from the floor. She pulled it back over her head and let it drop into place. Laura did the same.

“Well, I guess I’ll head back to my room now,” Laura said. “Thanks for having me over.”

“Anytime,” Celia said.

Laura stood up and picked up her key card from the writing table where she had left it. She then turned back to Celia. “Oh, there is one thing I probably should have mentioned before we actually ... you know.”

“What’s that?” Celia asked.

“I have to tell Jake about this.”

Celia’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jake? You have to tell Jake about ... about ... what we just did?”

“Yes,” she said simply. “It’s part of our agreement. But don’t worry. He won’t be mad. I’m sure he’ll find the whole story kind of hot.”

She simply could not think of a thing to say. Laura gave her one last smile and then walked out the door, letting it close behind her.

Madres de Dios, she thought. How do I get myself into these situations?

Chapter 9: Lost Wages

September 26, 1996

Las Vegas, Nevada

Jake and his Tsunami Sound Festival band members were all put up in luxury suites at the Caesars Palace Hotel and Casino on the Las Vegas strip courtesy of Music Alive. The members of his crew, however, were not included in the deal. He had twelve people on his crew, all of them people he had worked with before, either as part of Celia’s last tour or in the Intemperance days. It would be they who would do the assembly and tear down of the equipment, run the soundboard during his portion of the show, hand him and the other musicians their instruments when it was time to switch during the performance, and generally make sure that Jake’s performance was all that it should and could be. He could have paid them minimum wage and housed them two to a room in some sleazy off-strip roach motel and they would have been perfectly happy, but Jake believed in treating those who worked for him fairly and generously. He was paying them twenty-five dollars an hour for the time they were actually working on show-related business and had arranged for all of them to have private rooms in the same hotel he was staying in. In addition, he was picking up the tab for all of their meals and had given all of them a thousand dollars in casino credit for drinks and gambling.