Party Favours, Chapter One - Business Matters

by Androgyne

The spark for this story came from my good friend Cat whom I am always trying to persuade to post more of her tasty tales on LL. I owe her big time for the core idea. The title comes from a van I saw parked up and on the side I read > "Party Favours and Balloons" which was accompanied by a cartoon of a little loli holding the string of a balloon! If you readers like this chapter then Chapter 2 will be titled "Do You Believe In Fairies?" If you like it mail me or post on comments. I won't write another chapter if you don't like it so tell me if you don't like it too.

Marguerite Banks sits behind her mahogany desk, her skirt is bunched up around her wide hips; her silk panties are in a puddle on the floor where she's kicked them. A small silver blonde head is burrowing between her spread thighs.

"Oh God yeah Marilyn! You're right on the spot! Fingers now and use three! Shit oh shit yeah!"

Shuddering, and beginning to writhe on her swivel chair, at this point her desk phone chirrups and chirps loudly!

"Fucking shit what crap timing!"

With amazing power of will she eases the girl's mouth away from her oozing pussy, pats her cheek, and, before tapping a key and speaking into her throat mike, admonishes the miniature Marilyn Monroe that kneels before her.

"Stay right there sweetie, until I finish this call, and then you can get back to work and I'll give you my full attention again!"

The blond and already busty tween smiles sweetly and rests her cheek against the smooth flesh of the woman's thigh as the call is answered.

"Hello "Party Favours" how can I help you?"

Marilyn has to content herself with hearing just one side of the conversation.

"Mrs Monica Grenville? I'm sorry Mrs Grenville I not only have no idea what you're talking about but I don't recall us ever having done business with you before!"

A short pause ensues.

"Ah you've been recommended to us. Can you tell me just who did recommend you?"

Marguerite's fingers dance over her computer keyboard and then she begins to talk in a much more affable tone of voice.

"Ah yes Ms Augustine is a long time customer of ours and she has arranged a tag in her file for when you called us. So how many do you want for your guests from us?"

While speaking she is accessing another screen on her computer.

"I see and about their outfits? Do you have any in mind or shall we surprise you? [ a longish pause ] Oh yes just that one for your friend and we can surprise you with the rest! What date and time do you want them there? One more thing Mrs Grenville and this is important. Our charges are VERY steep but there is also the security deposit aspect. If you invite the wrong lady and the law becomes involved, and worst of all we lose any of our assets, that huge deposit is non-refundable. Is that understood and acceptable? Very well then Mrs Grenville we'll be in touch soon."

Marguerite hangs up and turns her attention to the pre-teen in the rhinestone dress that is kneeling between her thighs.

"Now Marilyn let me hear those words again before we get down to business once more!"

The tween, made up in heavy unsubtle cosmetics, raises her thickly glossed lips to the curvy brunette and sings in a "little girl" voice, that, as young as she is, isn't anything like her own real voice.

"Happy birthday Madame President happy birthday to you!"

Marguerite smiles happily.

"Good girl Marilyn now back to my pussy and work on my clit like you were earlier."

Soon the sounds in the room are wet sucking noises, Marguerite's ever increasing moans, and then, as an eager tongue tip flickers over her bloated clitoris, a shrill scream explodes. Finally the voluptuous woman has had her long delayed "O" and a powerful squirt!

Once her pounding heart slows and her breathing becomes less ragged she smiles down at the girl.

"Wonderfully done sweetie now pop back to the stores and hang that dress up properly. It cost a mint and we don't want it damaged. I didn't get any pussy juice on it did I? The boss would have my head for sure if I have."

"Oh no Margie I was really careful like you said, but Margie I'm feeling really hot and naughty so what about me?"

The plump woman grins fondly at the willing student.

"Honey I must go talk to the boss but once I'm done with her I'll see you in classroom 3 and I'll be very nice to you anyway you like it. Is that okay with you?"

The curvy tween nods seriously and quits the office with an exaggerated sway of her surprisingly full hips. "Margie" roots in one of her desk drawers and finds a pack of moist clean up tissues with which she attends to her still oozing crease. Rising next she steps back into her panties and tugs them back into place. Before re-arranging her tucked up skirt she uses a cylinder of body spray in a generous blast to kill the aroma of hot pussy juice around her.

The boss likely has no objection to her sampling the goods during work hours but it's surely better not to flaunt the fact in front of the originator of the "Party Favours" concept. With a spring in her step Margie leaves her office and crosses to another door a little way down the corridor. Rapping briskly on that door she turns the handle and walks in without waiting to be asked. Her boss, Ashley de Witt, and she, are on an easy going basis most of the time.

This room is larger and more expensively furnished as befits a chief executive and Ashley is ensconced behind an even more impressive desk than her subordinate's.

"Boss we've got another booking and this is a big one from a new customer!"

Ashley is a lean suntanned woman of indeterminate age. Her face is slightly lined, a few crow's-feet, but her body is still trim and slender with superb legs and thighs below small but firm breasts. Her dark hair is in a bob and her somewhat sharp features are relaxed into a small smile.

"If she's a newbie Margie who recommended her?"

"You'll love this boss it was Cosima Augustine and you know how good a customer she is!"

"Excellent dear but who is the new lady and what do you know about her?"

"Boss I did a fast search online while I was talking to her and collecting her details and requirements. Monica Grenville inherited her father's business and sold it off, she was also married to Max Grenville and took him for a hefty divorce settlement so we've hooked us a major player."

The lean woman sits erect in her chair whilst rubbing her hands together briskly.

"How many and did she have any specific requirements for her soiree or whatever she called it?"

"She needs a full dozen boss and she only wanted one special selection, a treat for a friend of hers she said."

"Right Margie you start the ball rolling and get Ms Butler to begin laying out costumes for me to select from and then start ringing round our list of mothers to ensure the girls will be available for that night. I'm certain it will be a Friday or Saturday evening! Yes? Fine! By the way dear I'll lay you three to one that before the big bash this Monica lady rings you with one more special order. She just hasn't realised yet that she's God or Goddess I suppose, and she can have just what she wants all for herself!"

"No takers from me boss I've seen it all before and I reckon you're spot on!"

No more than three days later our busty jill of all trades pops her head into her boss's lair.

"I'm glad I never took that bet boss! Monica darling just called with a very complete description of a special visitor she wants for her Friday night do! And it is a very special one but I reckon we can cope!"

Ashley smiles smugly at her loyal sidekick who smiles right back as if they are two conspirators.

"Told you my dear they suddenly realise that if they're paying anyway they might as well enjoy a little bit extra for themselves!"

Two weeks later, on a mild evening in late August, a mini-bus cruises along a quiet road onto an exclusive estate of the plushest housing. On the front passenger seat sits Marguerite dressed up to the proverbial nines.

Her driver, Kelly Grant, would appear to be the typical butch dyke. The woman you might see minding the door of a gay club or bar? In fact, despite her deep knowledge of the dirtiest of fighting techniques, she is in fact distinctly femme when out on the town. Though a tad chunky she can look quite enticing in a well tailored dress or two piece!

The bus itself looks and sounds like an aviary on wheels! Filled with colourful and chattering little beauties that catch the eye! Snatches of conversation can be caught above the general babble.

"Remember that big black lady at that party in the converted lighthouse?"

"That mermaid outfit was murder!"

"She wanted a little red girl from Mars she said!"

Margie turns around and yells for order. Though loud she isn't taken THAT seriously.

"Silence rabble! We're almost there so one quick stop and then Kelly will take us up the drive, I'll drop off at the front and introduce myself to our hostess while you go round to the back. Once I've spoken to her I'll usher you lot in to meet the guests. Now behave yourselves and each of you check someone else's outfit to make sure they're perfect!"

A little way along the road an unremarkable woman in a light zip jacket and faded jeans is leaning against a stone wall under a shade tree. Kelly pulls up and Margie clambers out, not easily since she's wearing towering heels and a figure hugging "little black dress" that shows her body off to good advantage. She strolls towards the woman.

"Alice!"

"Maggie!"

Inspector Alice White CID takes a last drag on her cigarette and nips it out.

"You can relax Margie there's nothing going down here in this area tonight. I've kept my ear to the ground and no undercover investigations are running around here. Too much money, too many rich people, too many Masons as well, so no police presence. Good luck with tonight's party!"

"Thank you Alice! Oh and when you get home your bonus will be waiting for you. I think you'll like the costume I picked out!"

Back in the bus; and it only takes a few minutes before they're cruising up a gravelled driveway and pulling up at an imposing front door. Again, with great care, Maggie climbs out and waits till her charges cruise off around the corner before ringing the door chime. After a little time the door swings open to reveal a handsome fifty something lady in a beautifully tailored dress in cream linen.

"Mrs Grenville? I'm Marguerite from "Party Favours"! Our bus is at your rear entrance as you instructed so if you'll show me through I'll address your guests before letting your selections for the night meet them."

The woman's hot glance scans up and down Margie's rounded figure from high heels to the cleavage of her big breasts.

"My dear I never expected such an attractive representative. Come in and I'll show you through. I'm sorry we've no staff on duty tonight but under the circumstances I thought it wiser not to have any domestics around my home. You will be staying a while won't you my dear?"

"Well Ms Grenville I thought I might circulate a little and if any of your guests are interested in using "Party Favours" themselves I can explain the way things work."

Escorted by the party host Margie enters a hugely impressive kitchen. When Monica unlocks the door Kelly ushers in her gaggle of cage birds like a mother goose. Margie raises her voice for the second time this evening.

"Wait here people until I talk to the guests and then you're free to mingle. I'll be back soon."

Monica Grenville walks Margie into a huge lounge where women are chatting, smoking, and sipping their choice of drinks.

"Ladies the moment you've been waiting for is here. This is Marguerite who will explain just how things will work tonight."

Stepping forward Margie begins an address that has become almost second nature to her now.

"Ladies my organisation has been arranging things like this for some years now and in a moment the experience will begin. You may engage any of our girls in conversation or wait until they approach you. They MUST not be coerced physically! They WILL make it abundantly clear if they feel YOU are THEIR choice. Rejection by one does not mean you will be ignored by all since they are as different from each other as you are from your fellow guests. These girls are all not only physically attractive but highly intelligent and informed. You are not going to be meeting low class prostitutes! Our party girls are very different from anything you've ever encountered before I'm sure."

She half turns towards the kitchen door but then turns back again.

"I will be joining you guests so if any of you are interested in utilising my firm's services then please speak to me and I'll explain how things are done and what you can expect to pay depending on what you require. And now let the frolics commence."

At these words she nods to Kelly who releases on the waiting guests a colourful tide of young jewels. Eleven enter while two remain behind in the kitchen as Margie and this evening's hostess join them. Pointing to the taller of the two Margie instructs the first of the "special selections"!

"You go with Monica my dear and she'll introduce you to her friend that she's arranged for you to meet."

Pointing her index finger at the second and totally different figure she gives her instructions too.

"You wait here my love until Monica comes back and then you can join her as she circulates with her guests to see if things are running smoothly."

The die is cast and the evening gets under way as so many of these evenings have!

Monica zig zags her way though what is now an agitated and chattering crowd of guests and visiting party girls until she spies a familiar face seated on a large sofa.

"Darling I've brought someone whose been dying to meet you. Alison Rush this is Forbes Owen!"

Alison, a short and compact blond in her early forties, looks up from her almost empty glass and stiffens as she gazes at the form before her. Her eyes widen and her mouth suddenly feels dry. She gulps and swallows hard!

"Forbes" is perhaps twelve. Tall, her skin is swarthy, her eyes are dark, and her dark hair has been cut short and gelled flat to her shapely skull. She has an aquiline nose above thin lips, a pointed chin, and her ears possess an elfin point to them. Her outfit is clearly understated though expensive.

She wears a dazzlingly white cotton shirt with a Windsor knotted silk tie in alternate bands of red, grey, and black. Her suit, its trousers, waistcoat, and jacket, is charcoal grey with a faint pinstripe. Her laced toecap shoes are polished to a mirror sheen. Her jewellery is sparse. A gold pinky ring, a gold tiepin with a small sapphire inset, and the gold chain of a fob watch across her waistcoat.

"May I join you Ms Rush?"

The blond seems to come out of a trance and manages to speak after a pregnant pause.

"Oh yes please of course and it's Alison; in fact call me Ali!"

Forbes seats herself on the sofa next to the nervous woman, shoots her shirt cuffs to reveal discreet gold cufflinks, and eases up her trouser legs to save the knife edge creases in them.

"I see you've almost finished your drink Ali would you like another before we chat? What are you drinking?"

Looking down at the dregs in her glass Ali stammers out a reply.

"I think it's called an apple martini. I've never had one before and it's quite pleasant."

A passing figure catches Forbes's eye; another party girl is passing. She's attired as a French maid in black, with a short skirt with many petticoats, a white lace apron and cap, seamed stockings and spike heeled shoes.

"Yvette please fetch Ms Rush an apple martini and get me my usual tipple please!"

The elegant girl bobs to the dapper girl sitting before her.

"Oui M'amselle Forbes I will be right back with them!"

Ali has happily become aware that Forbes's lean thigh is pressed firmly against her nylon sheathed leg and she feels a pleasant warmth percolating from the girl. Then she returns to earth as the girls crisp voice is heard.

"I've been most impressed with your arrival on the financial scene Ali. Your track record in taking over failing companies and re-vitalising them is most impressive. What did that Financial Times Leader say about you? Ah yes "streaking across the business skies like a new comet"! And I understand you're about to announce a dividend of 7.3% for your shareholders next week?"

Ali is fascinated and perhaps almost entranced by the masculine girl seated besides her.

"Ah here are our drinks Ali. The evening will run much more smoothly now Yvette's running the bar. She's a wonder and no mistake!"

The maid proffers a silver tray holding the apple martini and a second drink for the cultured figure of Forbes. This drink looks exotic but is in fact a variation on the "Shirley Temple" recipe. Non alcoholic but our guest has no idea about that!

"Thank you Yvette just as prompt as I expected!"

"My pleasure M'amselle Forbes!"

As she sways away on her high heels Forbes admires her slender nylon shod legs and taut rear.

"A lovely girl in many ways Ali. Is your drink as you like it?"

To her surprise Alison finds she's gulped half of the glass's contents already.

"Delicious thank you Forbes!"

As they sit, sipping their drinks, Forbes reaches into an inside pocket to emerge holding a slim gold case which she flips open.

"Smoke?"

"No thank you I don't but you have one by all means!"

The case contains a number of dark cigarillos and some fakes which Forbes will, if she's to share a smoke, place in a holder and light. They burn on their own without her needing to inhale. Ms Ashley Dewitt takes great care of her star performer's health as well as all her girls!

"I'll forgo them Ali. It's a habit I really should break."

Gazing around at the room which is becoming increasingly noisy Forbes leans close to the flushed woman.

"I'd like to find us a more intimate place where we can discuss things in more depth and privacy Ali. How do you feel about that?"

The woman is almost hypnotised by her boyish companion!

"Oh yes Forbes anything you want!"

Placing their empty glasses on a side table Ali finds her hand has been taken in a strong grip; Forbes's palm and fingers are hard and dry. Weaving past guests and assorted party girls, engaged in sounding each other out, the couple climb an impressive winding staircase of varnished oak. Tapping on one door and opening it Forbes pulls back with a soft "Sorry" before trying another.

This bedroom is softly lit and tastefully furnished. Drawing the small woman inside Forbes snaps on the door catch. To Ali it sounds loud though certainly isn't in truth. Guiding the woman towards the big double bed Forbes sits her on the edge of the mattress.

"When I said somewhere more intimate this is exactly what I meant. I'm also sure I want to be intimate with you. Monica told me so much about what you like and want and said I'd suit you to a tee!"

Then words end and action commences! The girl settles next to the woman, pulls her to her and clamps her lips on Ali's in a deep and skilful kiss. Her tongue darts into the woman's mouth and tentatively Ali responds as her hands come up to clutch the sinewy girl in turn.

Downstairs, Monica, heading for her kitchen and her special order, encounters Margie who is making herself known to a delighted clientele.

"Marguerite darling I'm so pleased to say that dear Alison has hit it off with that lovely Forbes just as we expected. They've just sneaked upstairs together. Alison does have this thing about masculine ladies but she's quite new to pre-teens and you've arranged for her just what she needs!"

A veteran of this sort of thing Margie just nods confidently.

"Of course we have Monica! Now why don't you go fetch your special little thing from the kitchen, get to know her, and show her off to your guests!"

Monica strides off excitedly and Margie turns to a slightly framed black lady next to her.

"Yes Mrs Crane of course we can arrange a pair just for a quiet meal for four and here's a card with our number on. It is of course unlisted."

Back upstairs Ali's head is swimming as Forbes kisses her expertly and with growing heat. Then nimble fingers begin to pop free the pearl buttons on her simple but expensive dress. Wrenching her mouth free for a moment the pre-teen pushes the dress back from Ali's shoulders to leave her in bra, briefs, suspender belt, and smoke grey stockings. The girl's strong fingers slip down the shoulder straps then reach round behind to unhook it.

When her plump breasts are freed from the harness they jiggle delightfully and her pink nipples are erect. With casual strength Forbes pushes her flat on the bed, hooks her fingers into the elastic waistband of the satin lingerie, and slides them down Ali's thighs and calves. Next her stockings are freed from the belt around her waist which is also removed.

Naked, breathing fast, her fair skin flushed with desire and excitement, Ali lays waiting for what happens next. The triangle of her vulva is topped by a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair while her labia are fat and dark red, already wet with arousal!

She watches enthralled as Forbes undresses before her!

Meticulously she hangs first her jacket, waistcoat, and trousers, over the back of a chair, having unlaced and removed her shoes before anything else. She unclips her cufflinks and lays them on a dresser, loosens her tie, and removes her shirt. Ali now sees the first and only sign of any feminine attire on the girl. Her panties are the merest wisp of white satin and lace which now flutter to the bedroom floor.

Ali drinks in the girl's startling body. She wore no bra because she has no use for one. She's totally flat with not the hint of breasts though her nipples, dark against her dark skin, are very long and thick. Her body, arms, and legs, are smoothly muscled and sinewy. On her flat belly the ridges of a washboard stomach are clearly outlined. Her small sex is neat, taut, and absolutely hairless.

Strutting confidently forward she steps up and onto the bed. Kneeling she straddles the blond woman's waist; lowering herself onto Ali's body while smiling broadly.

"I'm told you like your love making athletic and fierce! Well I can guarantee you that's what I'll give you!"

Her hands clamp on the woman's breasts squeezing them hard. Ali's nipples, already erect, swell even more. She yelps, not with pain but with burning pleasure. Now her nipples are grasped twixt thumbs and forefingers, twisted, jerked, and tweaked, till she writhes like a snake. She is however pinned by the girl's strong and silky thighs.

Now one hand leaves a lightly bruised breast to reach back and explore the wet folds of her hot labia. Fingers probe and almost gouge the dripping flesh and no woman will long hold back when assaulted like this! Her body bucking beneath the girl's lean body Ali's first orgasm is violently hard; though too fast to really satisfy her raging desires.

Her head thrashing on the counterpane as flashes of lightning blaze in her pulsating sex while Ali is finger fucked hard!

Forbes looks down at Ali's face; a tic flickers on her cheek as the fires temporarily fade.

"Just a start Ali darling you need more don't you?"

Barely able to speak, trembling slightly, she gulps and nods.

Forbes skips backwards but takes the time, before kneeling between Ali's thighs, to lick a little of Ali's thick cream off her fingers.

"Mmmm you taste so good my darling!

Then bowing her head she eases the woman's thighs further apart, slips her arms under them, and then cradles Ali's plump hips in her strong hands. Leaning forward she first drools hot saliva into and onto the woman's parted labia. Then pursing her thin lips she blows on the slick sex till Ali moves restlessly under her.

Then her tongue slithers into a world of silky wetness as she curves her fingers to thrust deep into the woman's vagina. Ali howls and arches her back but then heaves forward against the probing digits.

"Oh God yes!"

Lapping hard at pink flesh her hand pumps faster, the bed shifts and creaks as she hammers Ali towards a second cum. Face flushed, eyes screwed shut, and the woman grabs handfuls of bedding as she's blasted into a second and much more powerful and deeper climax. Sprawled on the rumpled bed Ali shudders as she gasps for air. Silent for some long time she at last props herself up on one elbow.

"Now I want to taste you my darling Forbes!"

With the agility of a cat the girl is positioned, in seconds, on her knees with her hard rump in the air, thighs spread, and her cheek pillowed on the mattress. Ali's mouth fastens onto the neat crease like a suction cup, stiffening her tongue to thrust it home like a hot, wet, flexible, cock. The girl's body trembles but she grits her teeth, sucks in a deep breath, and awaits the woman's next action.

When it happens Forbes's silence cracks fast! Sucking hard on the girl's taut labia the woman takes the tender flesh between her teeth, bites down hard, and worries at her slick pinkness like a dog with a bone. Forbes growls and then howls; howls even louder as Ari pushes two fingers deep into her and crooks them. When the woman, now wildly out of control, corkscrews those fingers, pumps them hard, and laps hard at the girl's pussy lips, Forbes orgasms so hard it's like a fit!

All strength seems to leave those wiry arms and legs as she falls, face down, body writhing, as Ali hammers her fingers into her tight vagina. Gripped by a mighty multiple climax the dark girl collapses finally to lie still.

The blond woman falls across the girl's back, her hard nipples rubbing smooth skin, she nuzzles and kisses the girl's neck and ear.

"God! Monica told me how wonderful the party girls were but I never understood till now. You're amazing darling!"

With the resilience of youth the girl recovers where an older person might still be exhausted. Rolling onto her back she draws Alison's mouth down to hers for a long and deep kiss. When their lips finally part she smiles and whispers softly into the woman's ear.

"I'm here as long as you want more my dear!"

Alison realizes, as those words are spoken, that the fires are still burning inside her and she needs yet more from this strange mixture of a mannish girl who knows just how to please a lush woman. Hugely aroused again she throws off any reserve in her words.

"Oh God yes I want more! Just fuck me Forbes!"

Effortlessly pushing the short blond back the party girl obeys the command and parts Alison's thighs and then forks her own thighs around them. Wriggling closer she clamps those strong hands on a white and rounded thigh as she slaps her wet sex onto Alison's waiting pussy. Swivelling her hips she grinds coral pink against darker red flesh. Erect clits begin to rub against each other and the sounds start!

Firstly wet slapping noises and harsh breathing, the creak and squeal of the bed as Forbes humps her woman harder. Then comes the deep groans torn from Alison's mouth as she comes closer and closer to a massively explosive climax. Leaning back, braced on her palms, the girl, lips drawn back to reveal white teeth, frantically fucks the woman and herself to breaking point.

Screams and howls as, still locked in a scissor hold, they rock back and forth as their creamy juices soak their thighs until neither can go on. Forbes rolls round on the stained counterpane to slip an arm around her shattered partner. Alison murmurs into her flat chest and a hard nipple.

"Tell me you don't have to go too soon darling? I'm sure I'll be ready for more in a little while."

Combing her strong fingers through the woman's matted hair Forbes smiles and her husky voice sets Alison a quiver once more.

"I'm here as long as you want me Alison!"

Then the blond quivers even more as the girl's fingers strum over her tender labia. To her total surprise she finds her desires stirring once again.

"Perhaps I'm not quite worn out yet dear. One more time I think!"

In no time at all Forbes straddles Alison and the blond cups her buttocks to guide her sex down onto her waiting mouth. As she does the girl leans forward to lick an oozing crease and the room resounds to leisurely and soft tonguing and gentle moans. Perhaps their evening isn't over but has just begun has just begun?

Down below the evening is warming up but in a small room, empty apart from one lady, things are quiet. Though a costumed pre-teen is skipping towards that room and soon things will not be quiet as strange developments are about to kick off!