3. New York Secret Lesbian Circle - Maxine Santos SeXStoRY

The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. 3. New York Secret Lesbian Circle - Maxine Santos (Maxine Santos needs funding for her new website, is naked at night in a warehouse, and, unbeknown to her, joins the Circle.) “Hmmm…30° Celsius and sunny skies in Rio, I really wish I was there…I could use a couple of days at the beach…” It was overcast, grey and humid that Monday morning in Manhattan. Maxine Santos was talking to herself as she read the morning paper at a large wooden table in the middle of her beachwear- and lingerie store. Her shop was only a few blocks away from the offices of Curtis Cosmetics. Trading had been slow all year. The financial crisis had hit hard and its after effects were still being felt. ‘Maxi’ Santos was a thirty-something, tall, slender Brazilian with long dark curly hair. She had beautiful coffee-colored skin, a sleek elegant face, distinct cheekbones and a toothy white smile. She came to the U.S. from Sao Paulo ten years ago. Her parents back in Brazil were rich, well connected, but determined to keep their daughter grounded. So Maxi had to try to make it alone in the Big Apple. After starting out waiting tables in cafes, she opened up her store in 2007. Naturally, as a Brazilian, beachwear was her passion. She also loved Yoga and Pilates. That’s where she met a lot of influential women, amongst them Sandra Curtis. Considering herself fortunate to know one of the ‘makers-and-shakers’ of New York, she had made an effort in befriending her and they were on a first name basis. While scanning the paper, Maxi was in thoughts. The slowdown in her stores’ turnover worried her. People started to buy more and more over the Internet and less in her shop. She had developed a plan to start a website, advertising and selling her products, had done all the research but lacked the funds. She had tried the banks but lending criteria had been tightened across the financial sector. She didn’t have sufficient collateral to offer. The only one she could think of who could possibly provide finance was Sandra Curtis. She would come over that evening to her place for dinner. It was an opportunity to discuss her search for funds and see if Sandra could help. That warm spring evening, after dinner, Maxi and Sandra enjoyed a red wine on the balcony of her apartment in one of the outer boroughs of New York. In the far distance they could see the lights of Manhattan’s skysc****rs, reflecting against the low hanging clouds. The occasional car passing by on the street below broke the silence of the dark night. It was humid. Drenching rain was forecast for tonight or at the latest tomorrow afternoon. Maxi eventually turned the conversation to the issue of her website and reluctantly mentioned the funding difficulties she experienced. Sandra nodded in agreement; she knew how tight the financial market had become. “That was the reason I opened up a company account at your store and sent my staff over to shop at your place,” she said. “I saw what the economic environment was like and decided to give you a helping hand. After all, that’s what friends are for...” Sandra paused for a moment, sipping her wine. “About the financing of your website; maybe I could help you there. I might be able to utilize my contacts and organize something for you…” Maxi’s eyes lit up at the prospect of a solution. The launch of her own website now all of a sudden became a distinct possibility… “However,” Sandra continued while putting her hand on Maxi’s arm; “you need to do something for me too, Max. I need your help with a certain matter.” Puzzled, Maxi looked at her with questioning eyes. Sandra continued while choosing her words carefully; ”I’ve got this distributor that I already use for a long time. It’s a company run by one of my oldest friends. Her name is Kat, short for Kathleen. We go back a long way. I did business with her dad. She’s a thirty-something woman and, if I may say, very bossy. She runs a warehouse and dispatch operation just outside Manhattan. She took it over from her father and has been expanding the business in recent years. When my products come in by container from Asia she gives me distribution priority. That cuts my storage costs so she saves me a lot of money every year. In return I do her favors. For instance, I use my contacts when she has an issue with government paperwork, slow bureaucrats, you know, that sort of thing. But every now and then I want to give her something special to show my appreciation.” Maxi looked puzzled. She wasn’t sure what to make of it and where this was going. “Tell me Sandra, where do I come into this?” Sandra turned around, leaned over and mischievously smiled. Her fingers reached out and ran up Maxi’s arm; “Well, how shall I put this, you would be this…‘something extra’…Max,” Sandra whispered while carefully observing Maxi’s response. “You know, together we would go over there,” she continued, “and eh, you would see to it that Kat would be…very…comfortable, so to speak…” It took a few seconds but slowly it became clear to Maxi what Sandra was suggesting here. Then she stared at her in shock. Her mind was in turmoil; she blushed and tried to compose herself. “Oh my God, Sandra, do you mean, that I would have to...eh…?” Sandra smiled and slightly nodded; “Yes…, that’s…what…I…mean…” Maxi stared at Sandra with big eyes; She was speechless and confused. She took another big sip of her wine. What Sandra suggested shocked her to her core. Her mind was trying to come to terms with this indecent proposal. She’d never done anything like that before. She was insecure about taking her clothes off and never had sex with a female before… “Tell you what…” Sandra said, breaking the somewhat awkward silence; “I’ll come to your shop tomorrow evening. I will give you some more details; we’ll talk about it. Tell me how you feel and we’ll take it from there. I’m willing to help you but I also really need your help…” Maxi nodded. She didn’t know what to think. She felt embarrassed, nervous. Sandra left soon after. Maxi couldn’t be bothered clearing the table. The tension she initially felt had now gripped her mind and body. Her heartbeat was up a few notches. It was as if a hand was slightly squeezing her throat. That night she had trouble sl**ping. Erotic visions about what Sandra suggested stalked her mind. Doubt about what was the right thing to do kept her awake. It was 3am. The apartment was warm and humid. Restlessly she had kicked the sheets off her queen-sized bed as she tried to catch some sl**p but her brain wouldn’t let her. Barefoot, dressed only in her tiny black underwear, she silently wandered through the dark hallway towards the living room. The clouds had started to unload their moisture, a drizzle had turned into a downpour as she opened up the balcony doors of her third floor apartment. The noise and smell of splashing raindrops filled the air. With her hand she sampled the cool rain and felt how it was breaking down the stifling humidity. On the road below a few dark shadows of cars with their headlights on and the occasional pedestrian with umbrella passed by through the gloomy night. Maxi, looking to cool off, summoned her courage and stepped outside onto the balcony into the driving rain. She leaned with her back against the outside wall as the rain lashed her almost naked body. She watched small streams of water running down her torso, in between her legs. She closed her eyes as she unclipped her lacy black bra, exposing her small flat breasts and rock hard nipples. She had been without a boyfriend for so long. Her sex life had become stale in recent years due to work pressures and lack of energy. She desperately missed the touch of someone, anyone. The thought of offering herself to a strange woman, for her to do unspeakable things with her body, to touch her most intimate parts, slowly became an irrepressible erotic dream. She moaned and squatted slightly as her thin long fingers slid into her panties and touched the sensitive swollen edges of her twitching vagina. Amidst the cascading water splashing off her body, her heart raced, her breathing accelerated. She imagined what might happen if she accepted Sandra’s proposal, how strange fingers would probe deep into her slit, how warm tongues would slide through the area between her legs. In the driving rain she almost silently masturbated, almost naked in the semi-darkness on her balcony. She moved inside and lay on the floor in front of the open balcony doors. Dripping wet with her legs wide open she unclipped her panties. The fabric fell away, exposing her black pubic hair, neatly trimmed around her long throbbing slit. Two, then three fingers ran along the red insides of her opening. While rubbing herself she watched how the deluge made the raindrops dance on the balcony’s tiles. She sounded short of breath as her trembling body was under the spell of the sex chemicals flooding her brain. Her legs trembled in the air, her raging orgasm made her spasm on the floor but provided only a short-term release. She needed more, much more. Her body demanded it; Sandra could provide it. The next evening was again unusually warm and humid. Maxine Santos had been doing inventory in her shop for the best part of the afternoon. Her mind was not on the job. She had felt the twitching between her legs, underneath her tight white jeans. Her nipples were pressing impatiently against her fitted white shirt. She knew Sandra would drop in early in the evening. The nervous anxiety and anticipation had been tormenting her all afternoon. It continued to rain heavily as Sandra Curtis left her office around 6pm and made the short ride in her black limousine to Maxine Santos’ shop, a few blocks away. Maxi heard the doorbell and came to the front. Sandra smiled as she read Maxi’s mood; “Am I right to guess that you will be able to help me, Max?” Maxi blushed and just nodded. Sandra turned around, went slowly to the front of the shop and pulled down the roller blinds. “Eh…Maxi, maybe it‘s time for you to, well, lock up…” Maxi knew what Sandra meant, her time had come to show what she had to offer. She locked the door and turned off the lights as she heard Sandra’s soft voice in the semi-darkness. “Don’t worry Max, you look great. I think you should…eh… start taking your clothes off...I want to see you naked…” Sandra’s suggestion didn’t surprise her at all. On the contrary, it had been on the forefront of her mind all afternoon. Her unresolved desires from last night had been playing havoc with her. Her head was spinning. She hadn’t felt this worked up and sexy for a long time. Her eyes gave away her brooding desire. She squeezed, but couldn’t control the raging wetness between her legs. In the sparse shimmer of the street lighting flooding in around the closed blinds, Maxi breathlessly followed Sandra’s fingers as they gradually unbuttoned her tight white shirt. “You know dear,” Sandra whispered close to her ear; “getting naked is soo easy with a hot body like yours...” Maxi gazed at Sandra as she stopped her fingers; “Wait…I’ll show you what has been on my mind since last night, what I’ve been thinking about…just sit somewhere and watch…” Sandra found a seat in a dark corner as Maxi slowly went to the large dark timber table in the middle of the shop where her cash register was. She had her back to Sandra and continued unbuttoning her shirt. “You know,” Sandra heard her voice in the faint light; “I…couldn’t sl**p last night... I haven’t had a boyfriend for a long time. Work…money problems…tiredness… I’ve never done it with, you know, …girls… I wondered what it would be like to, well…give my body to someone else, …a woman…” She slipped off her shirt, revealing her small black lacy bra. She turned around as she stood in front of Sandra and slowly unbuttoned her white jeans and pulled down the zipper. “I…eh…wonder what it would be like to let your friend do with me…whatever she wants…” She carefully stepped out of her shoes and slowly slid her pants off… Sandra watched her from the darkness as her hands reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, exposing her small, flat, but rock-hard breasts. “What it would be like,” she continued as in a trance, while reaching for the side-clips of her black panties. “What it would be like … to be with another woman in a dark, dirty warehouse…” She slowly pulled away the sheer fabric of her panties, showing Sandra her neatly trimmed black pubic hair around her long glistening slit. Maxi closed her eyes and threw her head back, her breathing heavy with desire. She gasped as she fingered herself while slightly squatting in front of Sandra. “Do you think I would be good at it, Sandra?” she asked, her voice barely audible. Sandra smiled, left her seat and went over to her. Her hand ran over Maxi’s chest, down her craving, aroused dark body, straight in between her open legs, groping her pubic hair. Maxi gasped and, while holding onto Sandra’s shoulder, squeezed her legs around Sandra’s hand. “Hmmm, you’re so wet between your legs, Max,” Sandra whispered. “I think that you in your underwear is really all we need. Kat will be pleased with her present. I’ll drive the car to the side entrance. Get into the back seats. I’ve got a warm coat in the limo to keep you comfortable...” In the car Sandra took her cell and gave Kat a call. “Yeah, hey girl,” she said with a hushed voice; “You’re in the warehouse till late? I’ll come over. I’ve got, I think, a nice surprise for you…” Maxi’s clothes were still on the shop floor as she stepped almost naked through a side exit out into the dark alley, and into the back of Sandra’s limousine, dressed only in a her tiny black underwear and high heels. It was around 7pm. The driving rain had slowed to a slight drizzle as a large black vehicle pulled up opposite an old vast warehouse in a run-down, deserted industrial area of New York. Two women, one dressed in a knee-length light grey coat, got out of the car and walked under an umbrella across the darkened parking lot towards the side entrance of an old large red brick building. They opened the steel side door and stepped into the humid darkness. The only light inside the massive dark warehouse was the green glow of the emergency exits. Their eyes slowly adjusted to the poor light conditions as they wandered through the endless rows of multi-level storage isles. The smell of cardboard and timber pallets surrounded them; the slight noise of the drizzle hitting the metal roof resonated throughout the building. Only a faint ceiling light was visible in the distance. It came from the packing table at the other end of the building, near the loading area. As they came closer they observed a woman, packing boxes and storing them near the loading area’s open roller doors. Maxi knew this was Kat, the woman who’s ‘present’ she was. She was fascinated by what she saw. She could imagine having sex with her and slightly squeezed her legs. This is what she thought of while masturbating on the floor last night. Kat was a thirty-something, slim, tall and athletic looking woman with short black curly hair. She wore black jeans, a blue t-shirt and brown safety shoes. A tool belt with a small torchlight, keys, cutters, tape and markers hung off her hip. “Hi Kat,” Sandra said while appearing from the semi-darkness. “I see you’re finishing the last jobs of the day.” Sandra’s voice startled Kat. “Gosh Sandra, you almost gave me a fit. I didn’t hear you because of the noise of the rain on the roof. Good to see you again by the way. Last consignment, I’m almost done here…” “Hmmm, that’s good timing Kat, because I brought you surprise.” Sandra winked to Maxi who stepped out of the darkness in her light grey coat. “Show her Max,” Sandra said. The moment had arrived. The moment Maxine Santos’ erotic desire overruled her insecurities. She gathered all her courage and closed her eyes as she dropped her fur coat. Her heart pounded as she pushed her chest forward, reached out behind her back, unclipped her bra and exposed her small hard breasts to Kat and Sandra. She blushed as she squeezed her hard nipples and felt the women’s eyes burning on her body. Nervously she moved towards the large packing table, focusing on Kat, while undoing the clips of her panties. Kat was only a few meters away as she positioned herself on the edge of the table, leaning backwards on her arms behind her, slightly pulling up one of her legs, locking her brooding eyes with Kat while exposing herself to her. Kat was mesmerized by what she saw, her eyes transfixed on what she saw between Maxi’s slightly opened legs. “Do you like the view, Kat?” A whispering voice behind her startled her. “Yeahhh…,” she slowly sighed. “Who is she, Sandra? Where did you find her? Is she…is she a whore from the beach house?” Kat’s voice sounded hoarse. “Hmmm,” Sandra hesitantly replied while locking eyes with Maxi; ”Her name is Max, she’s a newbie. And…well…maybe she is, maybe she isn’t… A wry smile flashed across Maxi’s blushing face as she heard that particular word. Was this what Sandra had in store for her? To be a lesbian whore or was this situation just an erotic adventure, a one-off? She decided to ignore these thoughts and focus on Kat and what was to come. Kat turned around to face Sandra. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, unclipped her tool belt, undid the button of her pants and pulled down the zipper. For a moment the two women shared a lingering kiss. “Will you join us, Sandra, on the table?” “Oh…no dear,” Sandra replied, while smiling benignly. “You know me, I create these kind of situations and I just love to stand back and watch…” Kat turned around, slowly took off her shoes, pants, and underwear and went over to the table. Unceremoniously she planted her hand in between Maxi’s legs. The move surprised Max. She gasped as a jolt shot through her body. She felt another hand holding the back of her head as Kat planted her open mouth on hers, pushing her tongue deep inside. Max, surprised at first, gave as good as she could as she tongued and sucked Kat’s soft lips. Sandra observed it all from some distance, from the semi-darkness of the large deserted warehouse. She looked at the large white table with one single light, high above it. Two naked women on top of each other on the table, frantically kissing, groping, legs entangled, grinding their slits into each other. The rain had turned torrential. The noise on the roof drowned out the sounds of Kat and Maxi’s sexual desperation. From Sandra’s angle she watched the frantic fucking with behind it the rain splashing on the concrete outside the open loading doors. Long afterwards that evening at the warehouse became somewhat of a blur. Sandra would later recall to her friends how Kat was on top, fanatically grinding her raw slit into Maxi’s, glistening sweat running down her back. Sandra looked at her distorted, bright red face, her open mouth and closed eyes; she was in a narrow world of her own, one of extreme sexual gratification. Sandra also later remembered Maxi and Kat’s frenzied sixty-nine on the side. Two women, covered in sweat, with their faces deep in between each other’s wide-open legs. Their hands grabbing each other’s rock hard arse cheeks. Two women desperately sucking, eating, trembling, groping, coming. In the end Maxi, barefoot, naked and disheveled, stumbled from the table, trying to find her feet after the onslaught. Covered in sweat she went through the open loading doors into the curtain of rain. The water splashed off her sore skin. She sat down in the middle of the door opening and spread her legs wide, cleaning, massaging, and nursing her sore red slit. She leaned back, with her arms behind her and threw her head backwards, closing her eyes. The rain pelted down on her, running in large streams around her small breasts, straight down in between her legs, in between her tight arse cheeks and onto the grey wet concrete she sat on. Sandra watched her from a distance. She gestured for her to come inside. As they left the loading area Sandra pushed a button and the roller doors closed. Maxi tried to find her underwear and high heels but Sandra told her not to bother. Together with the coat they were presents for Kat. Barefoot, naked and wet, Maxi went down the long dark humid warehouse isle between multi-level pallets stored on both sides. Together with Sandra she went towards the side door entrance. They turned around and looked back to see an exhausted Kat still lying naked under the light on the table in the distance. Maxi stood stark naked in the door opening. The cool air hit her skin and gave her goose bumps. The rain had only slightly eased. “Why don’t you step out and find the car, Max?” Sandra whispered. “It’s somewhere over there at the back, across the car park.” Maxi looked over her shoulder as she felt Sandra’s hand running down her back, softly squeezing her hard naked buttocks. “And…eh…take your time Max. I want to watch you walking out there, naked.” For a few seconds Maxi locked eyes with Sandra. Both women recognized each other’s desires. Maxi relished her role as the object, Sandra as the voyeur. Finally she stepped outside. The cool water lashed her body and soaked her instantly. The rain splattered and ran off her curves as she slowly walked stark naked across the dark parking lot to the far side where they had left the limo. She noticed cars with their headlights on, turning the corner in the distance. One vehicle, a truck, got closer and drove through a slip lane past the warehouse. Maxi, barefoot, wet and naked, was only twenty meters away from the vehicle as it drove past without the driver noticing her in the darkness. She reached the limo, opened the back door and slipped onto the warm leather back seats. A few minutes later Sandra opened the driver door and settled behind the wheel. She glanced at her inside mirror, watching Maxi who was on the back seat with her legs spread, naked and dripping wet. A black limo cruised through the rainy night over the highway towards Manhattan. Inside Maxine Santos stretched out on the warm black leather seats and opened her legs wide, giving Sandra an explicit eye-full view of her long slit and surrounding black pubic hair through her centre mirror. “Hmm, I think you’ve liked this experience,” Sandra offered after a while, making eye contact with her. “You’ve become very comfortable with exhibiting yourself, I notice,” she said smilingly. Maxi nodded and blushed; “Yeah…It’s so hot and sexy, I’ve really taken a liking to showing off my curves. It was great to be stark naked in that warehouse, to be groped and fucked.” For a moment Maxi closed her eyes as her fingers ran through her wet pubic hair. She heard Sandra’s voice encouraging her; ”Go on Max, turn around, show me your arse and spread your legs wide. Just finger yourself a bit more while we’re cruising. I love looking at you through my mirror…” All that broke the silence was the rain lashing the windscreen, the monotonous rhythm of the wipers and Maxi’s soft moaning. She spread her wet body on the large back seats while running her long fingers down the sore red edges of her long slit. Sandra divided her attention between the road and her centre mirror, eying off Max’s writhing tanned body. It was a quiet night on the highway. The rain was still pelting down as a black vehicle with a naked, masturbating woman on the back seat drove into Manhattan. Sandra observed Maxi’s distorted, blushed face as she pushed her fingers into her red throbbing slit. With Max close to an orgasm Sandra smiled and realized she would be very suited to attend the soirees of her Circle. A short muffled scream re-directed Sandra’s eyes to her centre mirror. Maxi’s legs trembled, her butt cheeks squeezed together; she stiffened up as her orgasm tore through her. There was a prolonged silence. The black limousine quietly floated through Manhattan’s quiet streets. The glare of the neon lights sometimes illuminated Maxi’s naked body as water spray behind the limo slightly obscured it’s red tail lights. Sandra was in thoughts. She weighed her chances of getting Maxine deeper involved in her secret Circle. And turn Maxine Santos into the lesbian callgirl Sandra needed. One of the many to service her vast network of business contacts. Now was probably not the right moment to bring any of this up. For now Sandra left the topic for what it was. She would find the right time to tap into Maxi’s unfulfilled desires, to push the right buttons. Soon after the limousine turned into the dark side alley next to Maxine Santos’ beachwear store in Manhattan. Nude she dashed from the car through the side entrance into her store. She collected her clothes from where she left them on the floor near the front door. Together with a new set of lingerie and replacement shoes she returned to the waiting limo. Maxi got dressed in the back as the car continued its journey towards one of the outer boroughs. At around midnight Sandra dropped her off at her apartment block. Sandra left the driver’s seat and e****ted her to the front door. “You know,” Sandra started before Maxi stepped inside; “I thought you were great tonight. I have many contacts as you know. I might need your…eh…‘talents’ again. Why don’t we meet, say, in a week or so and we’ll have lunch…” Maxi just nodded. Her mind was still clouded. She needed to recover first. Sandra knew that. She had sowed the first seeds and would follow up. She would pursue her if Max wouldn’t call her. Her Lesbian Circle constantly needed new hot girls, new meat. A few days later Sandra transferred a generous amount to her corporate account at Maxine Santos’ store. Max wrote a tax-deductible receipt for Sandra and transferred the funds out. Images of her experience at Kat’s warehouse haunted her for weeks. She couldn’t stop touching herself at night. It was still all so vivid and much more exciting than her previously stale sex life. She continued her exercise regime with even more vigor and launched her new website. She closed her store and rented a much cheaper warehouse space a few blocks away, just to have a presence for potential buyers and as her headquarters for Internet transactions and processing. It opened only for a few hours a day, which gave her enough time to tend to her site, her yoga classes, …and possibly Sandra Curtis. It was a month since her warehouse liaison with Kat. One morning, a few weeks later, Sandra smiled mischievously as she found a text on her mobile. It was Maxi Santos, asking for a lunch meeting. She made a note in her diary for Bebe Lazaro. She might have to ask her to break Maxi in.