Christa by Keziah Hill Page B

“You’re from the US, aren’t you?”
    Elizabeth nodded. “Originally from the mid-west, but the last ten years in Brussels, then New York. I love Sydney. It feels like I’ve come home. All that water. My parched mid-west soul is very happy here.” She pushed back the strand of hair falling across her face, which loosened more strands. It suited her, making her look like a dishevelled Mistress of the Universe.
    They both turned down an alleyway at the back of the row of shops. It was deserted and dark.
    â€œHere’s my car,” Elizabeth said, stopping near a silver Mercedes roadster.
    â€œMine’s further up the laneway,” Christa said. She had to find out if what she was picking up from Elizabeth was real or just a fantasy. A very compelling fantasy. She stepped closer to the other woman and lifted her hand to Elizabeth’s neck.
    â€œThat’s a very beautiful pendant,” she said, brushing her fingers against Elizabeth’s skin to hold the diamond in the palm of her hand.
    â€œThank you,” Elizabeth said, her voice a little breathless and high. “My ex-husband gave it to me.”
    â€œEx?”
    She nodded, as Christa stood mesmerised by her blue crystalline eyes.
    â€œTwo years now. Very amicable.”
    â€œAnd there’s no current Mr Underwood?”
    Elizabeth smiled and tilted her head to one side. “No,” she said, making the word sound like an invitation.
    Christa released the pendant and let her fingers slide down the soft silk of Elizabeth’s shirt, brushing her covered nipple as she went. She held her hand just under the curve of Elizabeth’s breast and stepped closer so her lips were almost level with the other woman’s mouth.
    â€œWhat about a current Ms Underwood?” she whispered.
    Elizabeth shook her head, smiling even more widely.
    â€œGood,” Christa said. “Very good.”
    â€œYou’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” Elizabeth murmured, her mouth brushing the corner of Christa’s mouth.
    â€œYou have no idea,” Christa said, scraping her fingernail over Elizabeth’s silk-covered nipple.
    Elizabeth lifted her hand and to Christa’s surprise and delight, pressed Christa’s hand hard against her breast. Then she turned slightly and caught Christa’s mouth with hers. Her other arm slid around her waist.
    Christa thought she’d go up in flames as Elizabeth’s mouth and tongue worked against hers. She opened her mouth, needing to taste and tangle, all the time squeezing Elizabeth’s breast. When the other woman pushed a trousered leg between Christa’s legs, she squirmed and slid against her, her clit rubbing hard against Elizabeth’s firm trousered thigh.
    A crash from the end of the laneway made the two women spring apart. Someone was moving garbage bins. They stood staring at each other, panting.
    â€œLater tomorrow night,” Christa said between short breaths. “My husband will join us. If you want my pussy, he’ll watch. Are you willing?”
    Elizabeth nodded. “Is he the only one who gets to watch?”
    Christa smiled. “Not necessarily. But it will cost you. Ten thousand dollars.”
    Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
    â€œThat’s what it costs for my pussy and his cock. And a night you’ll never forget. All the money goes to the foundation.”
    â€œYou pimp yourself out to raise money?”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    Elizabeth tipped back her head and roared with laughter. “That’s the most unique plan for fundraising I’ve ever heard. Do you do it often?”
    â€œOften enough. As I said, I want to have fun as well as relieve the rich of their money for a good cause. So what about it? Are you willing?”
    She would say yes. Christa could see the hunger in her eyes.
    Elizabeth nodded. “Oh yes,” she said softly. “I’ll be there.”
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    Christa paced in