She's an appetizer

They arrived at Antonio's imposing upscale house on the far side of town. The lawyer lived in a large two-story brick house with a gated parameter and obvious security cameras.

"Well, Antonio is certainly living comfortably," Fiona observed.

"Yeah, at his brother's expense," Drayce sourly replied.

"He either must not like visitors or he has something to hide."

Drayce observed the premises. "How do we get to him? We don't even know he's inside."

"Leave that to me. You stay here," Fiona said.

Fiona slid from the car and walked to the gate. She fluffed her hair, adjusted her bust line, and then rang the buzzer while smiling for the camera.

A man's voice emerged from the small intercom a few moments later. "Who's there?" the voice said.

"Hi, my name is... Jenny. I represent the superiors of the late Travis Dunham and I'm here on their behalf. I'm here to discuss new potential business."

"Come inside," the voice said.

The steel gates opened. Fiona gave Drayce a wink and a smile, and then proceeded towards Antonio's front door.

Drayce shook his head in amazement. "She makes it look so easy," he said to himself as the gates closed behind her.

Before Fiona could knock, a dark skinned man wearing a navy blue robe opened the door. Antonio looked to be fresh from a shower, his hair still wet and combed to one side. His eyes scanned her up and down. He marveled at her perfect body, and hungered. She also gazed upon him with hungry eyes.

"Please, right this way," he said, inviting her inside.

Fiona walked in. Antonio closed the door behind her. The interior was very upper-class, complete with an ivory-white grand piano in the living room, and impressive-looking paintings, sculpture, pottery, and other modern art pieces throughout the house. Antonio, it would seem, was quite the art buff.

"So, what is it you wish to discuss?" he asked.

Fiona turned toward him, invading his personal space. She drew a line with her index finger down his chest through the small gap in his robe. "First I'd like to discuss where the bedroom is."

"Pleasure before business, I like it!" he said eagerly. "Come. It's right upstairs."

He took her hand and led the way up the stairs to the master bedroom. Inside were a large four poster bed, sumptuous bedroom furniture, and an attached master bathroom with a large Jacuzzi tub.

"Classy," Fiona said as she left Antonio's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. She kicked off her stilettos, and then pulled up the skirt of her dress to her waistline. Antonio was instantly aroused by the sight of her alluring trimmed pussy in plain view. She lightly rubbed on her clit with her index finger, enticing him to come touch her.

And touch her, he did.

Antonio walked to her and knelt between her legs. The sweet smell of her sex was intoxicating. He touched her swollen clit with his tongue while she manipulated herself. His tongue worked with her fingers to quickly arouse Fiona. Her pussy juices flowed like a steady stream, coating his chin while he lapped at her clit.

She grabbed the back of his head, tangled her fingers within his hair, and bucked her hips against his face. It was hard for Antonio to breathe, but he was not about to complain. He ingested her sweet nectar like manna straight from Heaven. Fiona whimpered softly while Antonio drank of her dripping sex.

Antonio stood and disrobed. With his cock hard and his balls tight, he pressed his tip at her entrance and plunged deep inside her. Her warm damp pussy clenched around his cock like a vice.

"My God! You are so tight, baby!" he praised her.

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Spare me the pillow talk and fuck me!"

She commanded, and he obeyed. He pulled her legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward. Antonio thrust into her, faster and faster, with long deep strokes. His pelvis slapped hard against her pussy while she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

Fiona's pleasure built to a crescendo. She screamed, loudly, and again. Her orgasms cascaded into an avalanche of sexual bliss while Antonio fucked her.

With a quick twist, Fiona rolled over. "Lay on your back," she ordered.

Antonio positioned himself as directed. She hastily mounted him. His long dark cock slid easily between the slick folds of her slit. She lifted her red dress over her head in one swift motion and tossed it to the floor.

Antonio's hands grabbed hold of her silky soft mounds. Her erect nipples grazed his hungry palms. The bed squeaked loudly beneath them as Fiona bounced on his shaft with increasing ferocity.

She felt him tense, and she was ready to feed -- but suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

"Well, what do we have here?" asked a wavering voice.

Fiona looked over her shoulder to see a woman with long black hair in a white silk nightgown standing in the doorway holding a glass of wine.

"Shit! This isn't good," Fiona thought. In her haste to consume Antonio's soul, she forgot to check to see if anyone else was in the house.

"Come on in, honey," Antonio invited.

The woman stumbled a bit towards the bed. It was apparent that she had too much to drink.

"So, is she the latest purchase?" she asked.

"Nope, she's here to discuss future transactions."

"So she's an appetizer then?" The woman rubbed her hands across Fiona's breasts.

"Well this certainly is a surprise," Fiona thought to herself. "Maybe I won't have to kill her... yet."

"I'm Jenny, and you are?" Fiona asked.

"Clair," the woman answered, dropping her nightgown.

Fiona looked at this woman's naked body, and wet her lips. Clair's breasts were large, but fake, with tiny brown nipples floating on pale areolas. She showed an enticing hourglass figure, a flat stomach, and a completely bare pussy.

"Surely you don't think you get to keep her all to yourself.Do you, Anton?" Clair said with a coquettish smile and wink.

"I wouldn't think of it," he replied.

Clair climbed into the bed beside Fiona. Taking Fiona's nipple into her mouth, she suckled her while Antonio resumed thrusting inside her. Fiona ran her fingers through Clair's long thick hair while Clair fed off her breasts. Clair raised her head and planted her lips right on Fiona. Their tongues tangled together while Fiona touched Clair's bald pussy, already slick from arousal.

"I have an idea I think we all can enjoy," Fiona said slyly.

Fiona motioned for Clair to lie on her back. She then spread Clair's legs and crawled between them. Fiona's fingers spread the folds of Clair's nether lips wide and lashed at her wet pussy with her tongue. She made long tender licks that quickly escalated into intense sucking of Clair's throbbing button.

"My pussy wants to be fucked more, Antonio," Fiona said suggestively before she dove back into Clair's sweet sex.

Antonio wasted no time. He positioned himself behind Fiona and inched his hungry cock inside her. Fiona mewled into Clair's pussy as Antonio picked up speed. Antonio's rhythmic thrusts slammed Fiona's face repeatedly into Clair's crotch. The room was a sinful symphony of lewd sex noises, between Clair's moaning, Fiona humming into Clair's pussy, and Antonio slapping Fiona's ass.

Fiona slithered her unnatural tongue deep into Clair's vagina. Very deep. Clair let out the scream of a banshee when Fiona's tongue lightly brushed against her cervix. Claire's orgasm wracked her mind and body. Fiona's tongue lapped at her spent pussy, ingesting all of her sweet arousal.

It seemed the orgasm and alcohol were too much for Clair. She passed out right after she climaxed.

"Not the first time for that," Antonio snickered. "Fucking lush."

Fiona turned over. "I guess we'll have to finish this party by ourselves then."

Antonio climbed on top of her again, staring into Fiona's face. Her eyes flashed red briefly, then back to brown.

"What the..."

Antonio's speech halted, his face now completely free of expression.

"Oh. Oh no." Fiona said with a sorrowful tone in her voice. "I had no idea you had that locked away in that pea brain of yours. You son-of-a-bitch!"

Fiona rose from the bed. Antonio remained motionless, and Clair was still passed out cold.

"How should I handle this?" Fiona asked herself as she paced around the room. After a few minutes of pondering, Fiona devised her answer.

Antonio's body came to life under Fiona's control. Like an automaton, he walked to a nearby desk drawer. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and started writing. When he finished, he put the paper into an unmarked envelope and handed it to Fiona.

"That will do nicely. Now then, time to finish this."

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