Amanda sensed that a secret something was going on. I don't know if she had seen me talking to Clarice in the bar. Whilst we had been out, our room had been done, and everything was tidy and neat and sparkling clean. There were fresh towels and little white slippers for our bare feet and bathrobes, and they had refilled the minibar. I got them to bring champagne and a very special bottle of Russian vodka, and they brought special glasses for the vodka and ... I was SO happy.

I showered and got dressed properly. I mean I put panties on and jeans and a lovely new t-shirt. Amanda, take a cue from me, did the same. The curtains were open, and the afternoon sun was streaming in, and we tried the vodka. And I was SO nervous, kept checking the time, and I opened the door of our room just a little bit. I have a friend who worked as a call girl, and she said that was a polite thing to do. 

Two taps on the door.

I opened it wide, and Clarice was there in a raincoat, and she looked so beautiful. Her smile alone made me tingle. Amanda was standing at the window. She turned to face Clarice as I introduced them. Amanda's face was a picture!

"Hello, Amanda. I don't think you were expecting me, yes?" 

"It's okay," she continued. "Your friend has taken care of everything."

"Ah, you are drinking vodka in my honour!"

Clarice poured herself a generous glass and downed it in one. 

"Na Zdorovie!" She said and unfastened her raincoat. I loved the way this girl utterly owned the room. Letting her raincoat fall from her shoulders, she revealed herself in just a tiny black thong and an equally black sports bra.

Clarice looked directly at me and pointed to the armchair.

"Suzy sits here!"

Then this astonishing woman turned to Amanda, and Amanda was transfixed, and eyes were like saucers as Clarice pointed a finger directly at her and said. "Strip!"

I knew I was sopping wet. Watching what was happening on the bed was making me so hungry for my own orgasm, but I didn't want to be a distraction for my beautiful Amanda, who was being fucked so beautifully by little Clarice.

My girl was lying on her back, arms and legs spread wide. Still wearing her black thong and bra, Clarice was kneeling beside her on the bed, stroking Amanda's breasts with a great big make-up brush. Big lazy circles around each breast and especially on the underside, which I KNOW Amanda loves.

Our room faces West, and the evening sun was filling the room with a pinky-gold glow, making everyone look so beautiful. And now my hand was inside my panties, and I was shamelessly fingering myself.

Clarice was an artist. Unhurried and patient and most definitely in control of everything. Amanda's nipples were tight little buds as the brush swept to and fro across them.

Now the brush moved lower and circled my girl's sweet little belly button. I hardly dared breathe as I saw Amanda's tummy muscles tighten as the feelings grew and grew, and I bit my lip hard when the brush reached the bottom of Amanda's tummy.

I must tell you that the bottom of her tummy is one of Amanda's very special places. She loves being stroked and touched there, and I see it happen, there in front of me. Her back arched, and she began making those little whimpering sounds that mean she has crossed over into that perfect world of lust and extreme pleasure from which only orgasm can release her.

I couldn't see Amanda's pussy from where I was sitting, but I KNEW she would be shockingly aroused by now. Her labia would be all plump and glowing.

It was as if Clarice had heard my thoughts, for she turned and smiled at me. She saw how my hand was moving inside my jeans and gave me a look that just melted me.

Then Clarice stood up and peeled off her bra and tossed it aside. Now, in just her tiny thong, she knelt between Amanda's outstretched legs, and now I could see absolutely everything. I could see Clarice reach into her bag and take out another brush, much smaller and more delicate. 

Oh GOD, I thought, she is going to brush Amanda's clitoris!

Amanda pressed her feet down on the bed and lifted her hips, and I saw how this amazing woman was running the little artist's brush up and down each side of Amanda's little clit.

I had by now completely unzipped my jeans, and I had pushed them and my wet panties down past my knees and kept rubbing myself. Amanda turned her head to look at me, and I hardly recognised her. With her eyes half-closed and saliva running freely from her open mouth, she was utterly lost to the rising tide of sensation centred on her clitoris.

Clarice judged the moment perfectly. She had discarded the make-up brush, and now four fingers slid effortless into Amanda's sopping wet vagina. I saw Amanda bear down on Clarice's hand, and she moaned and moaned as Clarice held the girl at the very edge of orgasm, allowed her respite and then brought her ever closer to her climax.

Now I was as close as my lover was, and when the dam burst, we both screamed and screamed. It was so intense, much more than anything I had experienced before.

Clarice sat back, took off her thong and leaned in to kiss Amanda's burning hot vulva. Then, kneeling, she licked the girl over and over from perineum to clitoris. I caressed myself gently and watched as Clarice brought Amanda to another climax, a gentle one, and it made the tears run down Amanda's cheek.

After a few moments, Clarice looked at me, her eyes narrowed, and that soul-melting smile returned, and then she whispered, "Suzy, you can rim me if you vant."

Story to be continued until all of Suzie's and Amanda's money runs out.