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Sonja sees Jen naked from the waist down leaning on a counter. Chad, a big hunk of a black man, stands behind her, his hands squeezing her ass.

As Collin continued to massage her feet, she let out a quiet moan. She felt his hands reach higher up her leg and wanted more. Before she could change her mind, she sat up, put her drink down, and scooted over to him, almost sitting in his lap. She placed one hand on the side of his face, the other on his chest, then kissed him.

Jen leaned into her hands which were grasping the counter as Chad's hand gave her a big spank and stripped off her panties. She stuck her ass out further, giving him full access. Her nipples tingled imagining this big black man dominating her.

Jen basked in Collin's well practiced hands. Oh, he was good, she thought. "I was studying art," she said. "I really just wanted to paint, and was naïve enough to believe that art at university would be all practice. Unfortunately, it was expensive and was a lot more studying than I expected. The money ran out, and I decided it would be better to drop out." Jen lifted her glass and took a sip, thinking about her decisions. "It was probably a mistake, but I didn't want to study art. I wanted to make art. I figured I could do that on my own." Jen closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the foot rub.

One of the cooks glanced at Dahl, sitting at a table with enough food to feed half a squad. Dahl looked imposing, his Nordic features clear despite the layers of muscle. He was shoveling food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow and seemed oblivious to everything going on around him.

"Oh, I'd love one!" she exclaimed with no hesitation. She shuffled herself further on the bed, placing her feet in Collin's lap. As she got into position, a gap appeared between her leg and her shorts, showing no sign of panties. Jen leaned on her elbows with her legs extended, propped up enough to be able see Collin.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Jen as she reached out and touched his arm again. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Is that how you hurt your leg?" Jen had noticed Collin checking her out and it pleased her that he found her attractive. She smiled a little, thinking of his hands touching her bare skin. That would be a nice finish to this day, she thought.

"So what brings you out this way?" Collin asked. As he settled onto the bed he noticed some velcro straps tied to the bottom of the bed and pushed under it. A quick glance under the bed showed a vibrator sticking out of a box. "I was at university," Jen replied. "But I couldn't afford the classes so moved out here for work." Jen walked out of the bathroom wearing a black tank top and some cut-off denim shorts. Her nipples were pushing against the fabric of her shirt indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small and she didn't really need one for support. "Thank you," she said as she took one of the glasses of wine, smiling at Collin and lightly touched his arm with her hand as she took the glass. Jen cupped the glass in both hands and took a sip, then curled her legs under her as she sat next to Collin . "I've been on my feet all day," she said. "Feels nice to be able to relax. How about you? What do you do?" Jen looked at Collin, her interest genuine as she took another sip.

Jen smiled at Collin and led the way to her apartment. "Let me change real quick; why don't you pour us some wine," she said. Without waiting for an answer she went into the bathroom to change. Looking around, you see a small kitchenette with a few dirty dishes in the sink. A couple glasses are on the drying rack, and a bottle of red wine sits on the counter. There's also a small fridge with a half-full bottle of white wine. A large bed sits under the window looking out onto the street. A down comforter is spread haphazardly across the bed. A few books are stacked on the hardwood floor. No chairs or table can be seen in the apartment. Also no decorations - the walls are red brick. The apartment smells of cherry and you notice a couple of scented candles near the books.

Bjorn Dahl Gender: Male Height: 186 cm (6+ ft) Build: Heavily muscled arms and legs Sexuality: Heterosexual Nationality: somewhere from Scandinavia (just don't ask him about goats) Specialty: Diving, explosives, helicopters Bio: Dahl is tall, towering over most people. His exact origin isn't known, but his accent and features hint at Norway or Sweden. His white-blond hair is feathered back and he sports a long mustache. Dahl isn't very talkative, but his ability to fly and repair helicopters is highly valued. Dahl has been heard howling in delight when faced with dangerous situations, and those that have witnessed him in combat think he is crazy or some embodiment of a Norse god. In truth, Dahl lives in the moment and feels most alive in the heat of combat. Dahl has been a member of several campaigns against the robot menace.

Too late, Jen had already left towards the Women's Restroom. Should you follow?

Jen smiled at Collin as he shook her hand. She realized too late that she put him in an awkward situation, but thought it best to ignore it. "Thank you," she said. "I was going to have a glass of wine and relax; would you like to join me? I'm afraid I still don't have much furniture though..." Jen considered her bare studio apartment that contained little except a small kitchenette, a closet for her cloths, a tiny bathroom with a shower, and a queen sized bed which was doubling as her couch. She couldn't remember for sure, but she probably had left some embarrassing items laying around.

Jen turned as Collin addressed her, and she beamed a smile at him. "Thank you," she said. "I have a studio on the third floor. Hi, I'm Jen." Jen moves towards Collin, offering her hand. "I just moved in." Jen was a petite girl with short red hair and freckles, dressed as a waitress. Exhaustion showed on her face, but she hid it well and she was obviously pleased to meet Collin. She wore a simple white button-up blouse, black trousers, and an engraved nametag that said simply, "Jen". The blouse was semi-transparent and the outlines of her bra could be seen through the fabric. The top three buttons were undone leaving the top of her chest exposed. She was slim with small breasts and a small butt.

Jen jumps in surprise, embarrassed at being caught. She further flushed when Chad touched her ass, but couldn't deny how good it felt. She pressed her ass into Chad's hand. Jen's jacket and shorts were on the counter, and she was wearing a black tank-top and panties. At Chad's touch, her nipples hardened and poked through the front of her shirt.

Jen rushes into the restroom, wearing a leather jacket covering a tank top and some shorts. She gets to the sink and starts cleaning her face and hair, and wiping herself down in other areas. I need to go home and change, Jen muttered to herself.

Jen beams Sonja a smile as she rushes off to the restroom.

Jen, nervous again, starts to talk fast, "It was really nice to meet you and I hope to see you again. I need to run to the restroom and get myself cleaned up!" Jen's face flushes at the reason why she needs to clean herself up. She averts her eyes in embarrassment. Unable to stop herself, she hugs Sonja with both her arms, giving her as big a squeeze as her small body could do. Which wasn't much.

"Just curious. I've never been to Hungary or had any Hungarian friends. I imagine it's full of hills and grasses. Isn't that were vampires came from?" Jen locates her clothing and completes dressing herself. "Sorry, just babbling like an idiot like I always do." Jen leans over, placing one hand on Sonja's cheek while kissing her lips. "Thank you so much for showing me around!"

"Hungery-ből származik?" Jen asked with a terrible accent. "Your coat..."

Jen collapses to the floor, sitting in the mess she just made. Jen leans back, facing Sonja. "Wow girl. I'd never done that before. You were amazing!" I smiled up at Sonja, beaming at her, then glanced around looking for something to clean to clean up with. I should probably find my cloths too, thought Jen.

"Oh, Sonja," said Jen. "I'm cumming!" Jen's body shudders as an orgasm starts to rock her.. Her legs quiver and her kneels buckle as she releases a loud moan.

I'd be interested - would you rather a male or female client?

Jen moans as pleasure ripples through her body. Unable to resist, she pushes her self further onto Sonja's finger while grinding on her tongue.

Jen rests her head on the desk, allowing Sonja to do what she wants to her, resisting the urge to grind her pussy on Sonja's tongue. "Touch me however you want Sonja," whispered Jen.

Jen waits in anticipation, pushing her ass at farther, providing more access to her pussy.