| Treasure Hunt, Part 12 - Birthday Rites "Hey...." The exclamation was long and surprised. A giggle was first the response, then another cloud of perfume landed on Jasmine's back. This time the response was, "Mmm. That's lovely. Cool, so fresh. Do it again!" Astrid squeezed the bulb of the atomizer again, this time close to the young girl's bum, allowing a squirt rather than a mist to land. "Ouch! That's cold." Jasmine's body jerked forward, throwing her friend Harmony off balance, because that young lady was kneeling with her face buried in the crotch of the now smarting teen. Harmony fell backwards, and without the pressure of a mouth to support her, Jasmine followed suit, rubbing the frozen spot as she went. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs, Harmony fortunately having her fall broken by Kirrinai, their fashion-shoot companion, who was stretched out on the floor, face up, with her fingers buried inside the cunt of their hostess, Muriel, who was squatting above her so she could add her own movements to the thrust. This lady was so near cumming that the commotion made little impression, while the 16-year- old doing the fingering had the presence of mind to continue her work unabated -- even though two young bodies landing on her thighs would have been enough to put a gymnast off her stride. The cries of exultation from the older woman were mixed with the uncontrollable laughter of the two youngsters, with ten-year-old Astrid joining in, relieved at not having been yelled at for her prank. Kirrinai, now unable to stand, licked her fingers as she sat up and began to tickle the one on top of the heap. Jasmine tried to wriggle free of the torment, but was so weak with laughter by this time that she could only shake her head in protest. Harmony, sandwiched between her two friends and unable to push herself into a sitting position, did the obvious thing and placed her hands on either side of the face waggling above her and kissed the lips with so much ferocity that Jasmine simply had to give herself over to total abandonment. This was surely the party to end all birthday parties. Jasmine would never, ever forget her twelfth anniversary. Not one piece of clothing in sight. Not one male. Not one distraction, so far seven wonderful nude females having the orgy of their lives. One was still to come, and two of them were secluded in a bedroom. Her aunty Beth had better hurry or there would be nothing left to eat, while her sister Angela and her new friend from running, Eline, were probably doing whatever might be best under the circumstances, namely, some gentle sex whilst nursing injury. The injury had resulted from an accident during the athletics meet the previous day, in which Angela had tripped and fallen onto the track in the closing seconds of the 400 metres, causing the race to be abandoned. The track had fortunately been grassed, so she had suffered no major injury, but the scrapes and bruising she had received meant a considerable amount of scratched skin and strained muscles. She'd been carried off the track by attentive ambulance officers, examined, and treated appropriately. Her awareness of the incident was hazy, but later she'd been not only very sore, but furious with herself, because runners do not fall over their own feet. She certainly had never done so, but Steve, her coach, said it was not unknown; even a small clump of grass, slightly higher than the track, could be enough to provoke such a mishap. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I would have won. Probably. Stupid piece of grass. Now it'll be days before I can begin training again.' She had been taken to a medical centre at the track, cleared of broken bones, head injury, and major muscle lesions, and allowed to return home some hours later. She was now lying in her bed wearing knickers and a light nightie, covered by a sheet. Her legs were coated in orange coloured antiseptic, her left arm had been in a sling till she got sick of it; she was aching from head to toe, and still puzzled over her tumble. Her parents had been very upset, both racing to the track from the grandstand, horrified and worried that she might have badly, even fatally, injured herself. They'd taken her home as soon as they could, Jasmine totally unbelieving that something like that could happen to her invincible sister, but offering all the comfort she could. She'd slept about fourteen hours, thanks to a sedative given by one of the medics who'd treated her abrasions, and awoke to find Eline, her new best friend and sex-starved running companion, sitting by her bedside. It took a moment for the present reality to sink in, but the shock of the fall, even the actual event flashed past like a slide show, the first aid people and her return home followed, and she was finally able to smile. "Hello," she whispered, then attempted to sit up and get the glass of water her mother had placed there. That told her just how strained her muscles were, and she was forced to sink back onto her pillow. A moment late her head was raised by a hand being placed beneath it, and the glass put to her lips. The water was so good she drank the whole glass, a little at a time, and this time her voice was almost back to normal. "Hi. You can nurse me anytime." Eline bent down and kissed her softly. "I had no idea," she said. "I arrived a bit early, the same time as that gorgeous dark haired girl from the fashion thing, and when your mum told me the news -- well, I was dumbfounded. She assured me you were not badly damaged, but when I saw you lying here, asleep, I nearly died. Your poor legs! And your bruises! But. Lucky for you, not a mark on your face or chest, so your modeling career can go ahead." The attempted levity fell flat. "I sure hope I can run again," Angela responded glumly. "I just don't know what happened. One moment I'm tearing along, gaining on the leader, 10 metres to go, the next I'm on the ground, skidding along. My God, it hurt." She brightened suddenly, and said, "But what brought you here? Was it in the papers?" Eline's eyes opened wide, and she began to laugh. "No, I don't think it was in the papers, I've come to show you something. D'you think you can get out of bed? I'll help you, and I think you'll want to see this!" "Well, I've got to go and pee, and that means getting up, so thanks." She crinkled her forehead. "There's something in the back of my mind, but -- oh, if Kirrinai is here, it'll be about the fashion show or something. Right?" But Eline just giggled, helped her out of bed, to the toilet, and into the lounge room. To say that Angela was speechless would be an understatement. She stood in the doorway, mouth open, eyes wide, and the only word Eline heard was a whispered, "fuck...." They stood there, watching the action, unable to take their eyes off the scene of uninhibited sex. Eline put her arm around Angela's waist as they stood there, mesmerised. "I wish I had my movie camera," whispered Eline, "no one would believe this." "I'm sore," Ange whispered back, "but I'm getting wet. Oh, fuck, I'm feeling so horny. Jesus. I had forgotten all about the party. What a sight." She half turned and began to kiss her companion. "Can you help me out of these things?" The whispers continued between kisses, though no one would have heard them if they'd shouted. Undressing was so easy -- one small cotton nightie, one pair of white knickers, and she was ready to join the festivities - aches, bruises, shredded dermis and all. Eline was also preparing, shedding her clothes in haste, while Angela, for some reason, disappeared back toward her bedroom. "There's a problem," Eline whispered when she returned, pointing to the bodies. "Where do we join in?" And what a delightful problem it was for them to solve. Muriel was lying on the floor, half sitting with her back propped against the front of a leather lounge chair. Sitting on the edge of the chair was Astrid, her feet on the floor for support, a leg each side of the Muriel's face, which was thrown back so her mouth could reach the youngster's honeydew. Ange could see her mother's tongue darting in and out of the ten-year-old cunt while one of her arms slid up and down the sweat-soaked legs and torso. Jasmine, meanwhile, was bent almost in half, her face between her mother's legs, her hands holding open the labia so her mouth and tongue could have unrestricted access. Her legs were each side of her mother's waist, and with her bum in the air it was easy for Kirrinai to have her mouth buried in the birthday girl's vulva. Kirrinai was also half bent over, one leg each side of Muriel, her cunt in perfect position to be sucked, while the fifth member of the group was in a position that could have won an Olympic award, if such were ever given for modern female Karma Sutras: Harmony had her knees on the lounge chair, one each side of Astrid, so that young lady could tongue-fuck her sister to her hearts content. Harmony's hands were on Kirrinai's rear for support, while her head bounced in time to her ministrations of the older girl's sex organs. The scene was ballet and artistry, pornography and lewdness, a vibrating, circular meld of glorious feminine humanity and love. Their movements had become coordinated, but it was Astrid who had to leave off first, not only for air, but to give vent to her mounting orgasm. And it was she who first saw the watchers. "Ah, ah, ah," she panted, unable to do more. The other members of the group were so near the edge that this was enough. Like a chorus of Sapphic wantons they began to moan, shake, grunt, and scream in unison. Harmony was the first to collapse, sliding forward, upsetting Kirrinai's balance, causing her to do do the same to Jasmine, who had the shortest distance to reach the floor. As the twitching, moaning bodies tried to untangle themselves, the audience broke into applause and cheers. The dance troupe looked up, one by one, each recovering at their own rate, to see the reason. "Well done!" They shouted. Angela waved her mobile phone aloft. "And I got it on camera." Turning to Eline, she said, "Keep this lot amused while I go and post these shots on the web, will you? This is going to be a big hit." Shouts of disbelief and outrage were the reply. "Don't you dare," from Muriel. "I'll kill you," screamed Jasmine, while Harmony, the first to stand, leapt over Muriel's body and made a dive for the phone. Eline put herself in front of her friend for protection. "No, no, she's hurt. Careful!" There was a near riot as the others joined in, although Muriel had begun to laugh so much she was too weak to speak. It was Jasmine, however, that brought things back to normal. Well, back to their idea of what was normal. "Stop, stop!" She yelled. "Look at her! She's yellow and blue. She's like the tattooed lady, marks all down her legs, and her face!. My god, Eline, what have you done to her?" This proved to be so funny that everyone except the recipient began to laugh. "What do you mean?" Angela's voice was decidedly angry. "Oh, sis, just go and have a look in the mirror." They all followed her to the bathroom, smothering giggles, wanting to see her reaction. Well, her hair was a mess, no doubt, and she was pale, but what else? "So? Don't know what you're talking about." Eline, who was standing beside her, whispered, "She's teasing. You're as beautiful as ever." Angela didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She stared at her sister. "You are awful." "But you're not, sis, you're beautiful." She couldn't help it, the injured girl began to cry. "Oh, God" she blubbered, "I love you all so much. You are just the best friends. I'm so sore, but I don't care. I love you all." She turned and buried her face in Eline's neck, hugging her tightly. The others patted and stroked her wherever they could. This brave, wonderful young woman deserved their love and care, and she would get it. Always. They finally made their way back to the lounge room, where they found sandwiches, cakes, juice, and coffee. Muriel said, "Time for refreshment. Fifteen minutes, then games." An excited babble broke out. Games? Monopoly, twister, or what? Angela had begun to feel less stiff and sore, but she could not move quickly. She suspected her mother's games were not kids party ones, but she was willing to find out. Kirrinai sat down next to her and leant close. "I've heard so much about you, Angela, and I'm really sorry about your accident, because I love being here, being with Harmony and Jasmine, who is a fabulous model, and being in a household where girls who love each other are accepted and loved. I hoped you'd have joined in our sex-off before, but we can catch up later." She kissed her cheek, stroked her face and gently drew her face around so she could kiss the lips that fascinated her. "Your lips are the sexiest I have ever seen," she whispered, "and your eyes are so alight, you are so full of beauty, that I want to be friends with you. Forever. Do you mind?" Angela smiled and shook her head. Life was so full of beauty. Then she caught a glimpse of Astrid watching her, looking pensive, worried and a little upset. She stretched her hand across the table, wincing as she did so, took the small hand in hers, and said softly, "You'll always be my girl, Astrid. I'll always love you, I'll always be your special friend, and you had better be sleeping with me tonight or I'll be so sad and sore. I need you to comfort me. Will you?" "Oh, yes please, Angela, I do so love you." Kirrinai smiled, got up and went over to Eline. "Hi," she said to her. "I'm glad to finally get to speak to you. " "Kirrinai? You are the most exotic looking girl I have ever seen. I'm getting wet just being near you. Oh -- I can't help it, I've just got to..." and she reached out and ran her fingers up the arm of the exotic creature next to her. She fondled one of the beautifully firm, pointed breasts the leant forward and began to suck on the nipple that was as big as the tip of her little finger. After a moment, she looked up and said, "You don't mind?" A smile was the only answer. Eline thought with distaste of her former boyfriend's penis, the only genitals she had known until a week ago, and the joy she was now experiencing. Loving girls was the only way she would go; you don't drink from the bottom of the barrel when you can have the top all the time. Muriel came back into the room holding some satin sashes. "OK, you lot, time to get this show on the road again. Astrid, Kirrinai, Jas?" They looked up. "Astrid, sit on the big chair, please. Kirrinai, on the floor near the couch. Feet toward me. Jas, the same way, but at the other end of the couch." She had a wicked grin on her face. "OK. Astrid first. Close you eyes, darling. This won't hurt a bit." She went behind the chair, selected the yellow sash she was carrying, folded it until it was about three inches wide, and proceeded to blindfold the young participant. She then went to Jasmine, asked her to sit up, used the red sash as blindfold, did the same to Kirrinai with the purple one, and told them to lie down once again. "This is what happens. The first one of you to identify the object involved in this game is the winner, and will get a fabulous prize. You are not allowed to look, or you leave the party. Then there's another prize for the first one to identify your partner. You can speak, but no questions will be answered, and it has to be done by feel alone. Ready?" Three heads nodded. "We're going to leave you for a moment, so no kissing." She indicated to the other three that they should go to the hallway, where she proceeded to tell them what they had to do. "Angela, a bunch of dark grapes." Handing them to her, she looked at Eline and said, "a Frankfurter for you," and to her birthday girl Jasmine she said, "And a hard boiled egg for you. Your task is simple. Insert these into the vaginas of your target. No talking, no hints, and if you cannot get it done, or you break what you have before you do it, then you and your partner will lose points that go toward a major prize you will be told about later. If your partner correctly identifies both you and the object there are more points. There's no time limit, so if you cannot get it done first time, try again. Understand?" Nods. "Angela? Astrid. Eline? Harmony. Jasmine? Kirrinai. The three girls were giggling. This was so funny. Muriel led them back into the room, then explained the rules to the waiting three. "OK, Astrid, slide forward to the edge of the chair and open your legs. You other two? Lie back down and open your legs." She nodded to the operatives and said, "GO!" Eline thought that she would win, because a long thin sausage would slide in easily. She'd done it herself. She didn't reckon with Harmony's reaction, though. The first sensation of something being inserted between her labia caused her to tense the muscles around her vagina. Apart from tongues, the only thing that had been in there before were certain fingers, but nothing as large as this. Eline pushed harder, but was afraid to exert too much pressure because she thought she might break the sausage. This would take some thought. Angela had to kneel to see what she was doing, and even though she could look down into this newly opening doorway, she realised that even a grape would be a tight fit. 'But,' she thought, 'one can only try. At least Astrid trusts me.' The ache in her back and legs was pretty bad, but that was nothing. The grapes had a dark, purplish skin, and were fairly large, but the first one seemed to slide in without too much difficulty. "Oh, that's nice," observed the ten-year-old . " Do it again." So she did. This one had to be pushed fairly hard, and it was not until she saw some green juice leaking out that she realised the first one had been squashed. So who would know? Another was pushed in, and this time there was a squeal from Astrid. "Ow! That hurt." Angela was about to say, 'Sorry," when she noticed some tiny spots of blood emerging with the juice. "Ah," she said, "Um- sorry, I've popped your cherry." "Oh, goody. You can get more things in. Are they grapes? I can smell grape juice.?" "Hmmm." She didn't want to lose the game by speaking and identifying herself, forgetting she already had. "And you're my big girlfriend, my lovely Angela, aren't you? " "Hey mum," shouted Angela, "We've won!" But at that point Jasmine called out, "So have we! I'm eating Kirrinai's egg. It's been up, got its sauce, and come down. Got any more eggs, mum?" Eline had given up. She'd broken her promise and hissed, "Harmony, relax, will you," but with no result. Another moment and she'd removed the meat and put her tongue there instead. That had the desired effect, bringing a moan of pleasure from the white-skinned girl. This time there was no resistance to the sausage, but it was all too late as the cries of success rang out. She withdrew the object and said, "Hey, it was fun anyway," before putting her mouth back down and flicking the engorged clitoris. Harmony's hips began to buck, and she was getting close to coming when the doorbell rang. It was enough to bring instant silence to the rest of the group, but not to Miss-Nearly-There who now had her hands behind the ministering head, urging faster and deeper, with her "uh, uh, uh" like a disco. Muriel had begun to congratulate the finishers, and the interruption was quite unexpected. They all looked at her, but her memory came to the rescue. "Oh, that'll be Beth, my sister. She promised she'd be here." She walked out the door to the hallway, opening the front door without a thought. It was not, however, her sister. A dark haired young man stood there, a slowly dying grin on his face. "Oops," Muriel said as she quickly pushed the door to. There was not many things which could cause her embarrassment, but this was definitely one of them. Fortunately, she had learnt the wisdom of hanging a dressing gown behind this door, having been caught before by a copy boy delivering papers for her husband while she was watching one of her lesbo videos, so she grabbed it, drew it tight around her body, opened the door again and said, all innocence, "Hi, can I help you?" "Oh, hi Mrs. Arbutt. You may not remember me, but I was at the athletics meet yesterday?" Seeing her blank look, he went on, "I had a word with Angela before the race, and saw what happened. That was so terrible, but when I developed my photos, well -- there's something I want to show you. And Angela. And your husband, if he's home. It's pretty interesting." "Ah. I see." This was a dilemma. "It happens to be her sister's birthday party, and there's a whole lot of girls here. But if you can wait a moment, I'll get her and we can talk. Um, just a sec.' She went back inside, to find them all talking about the last game. "Listen, girls, there's a young man at the door to see Angela." Jas was always quick on the uptake." Ange's got a boyfriend, Ange's got a..." "Shut up." Her mother whispered. "This could be important. He was at the meeting yesterday, says he's got some photos to show us." "Oh," replied her eldest, "Ivan." Turning to Jas, she said, "He's really nice, you know. I'd sooner talk to him than you, you cheeky little brat." Telling them to be very very quiet, she told Ange to get her dressing gown, and she would escort their visitor to the Kitchen. That done, she got a coke for her daughter, water for their guest and a gin and tonic for herself, then asked him to tell his story. "Well, I don't know if Angela told you, but I'm a sports photographer. I was there to cover for Sports News, and I recognised Angela from the dinner my dad gave for you a few months ago, you know, the one at Westmoor." Muriel nodded, not wanting to prolong this interruption. "Well," he went on, "I thought that if Angela could win that race, or even come close, it would be a really big story, so I was there to take the best shots I could. And this is what I got." He opened a folder he'd been carrying, and put a couple of large prints on the table. Mother and daughter leant forward to look. "This is fifteen metres from the finish," he said, pointing to the first one. "Angela is now second, just passing this girl here," pointing to the runner in the lane on her other side. "And this," turning to the next shot, "is two strides later. Look carefully at the position of that girl's foot." Angela saw it straight away. "My god," she said, disbelieving, "she's stuck it out into where my foot is going to be. She tripped me!" "That's right, said Ivan. "Deliberately. Cost you the race, could have cost you your career, even your life. I'd like to take this a long way further, but I need your agreement." Muriel said, "You know my husband?" "Only by reputation." "I want him to see these. Can you leave them, and I'll get him to call you when he gets back in? He's going to be furious, but he's going to be so thrilled you got them. And I can tell you that this matter will be pursued. Ivan, you have not only done the right thing in bringing them to us, because some of your profession would have run straight to the editor and written up a whizz-bang story, but also because you had the sense to take them. Ben is going to be pretty happy with that. So, thank you. He'll ring you this evening. Got a card?" Angela was so astonished by this revelation that she totally forgot how she was dressed, allowing her dressing gown to fall open as she arose. "That dirty rotten bitch. I'll kill her, I'll tear her to pieces, I'll..." "Hhmm." Muriel interrupted, pointing to her exposed body. Ange went red, hastily pulled the gown back around her, but not before she caught a glimpse of an open mouthed, transfixed young man. She fled without saying goodbye. Angela was stunned. She hardly heard the questions the others were throwing at her, and it was not until Muriel returned that a little peace was restored. She told them the gist, then said, "It's not only the race he wanted to cover, Angela, it was you. The poor boy's smitten, and you did nothing to alter that." No one knew what to say, but innocence has its ways. "Are you going to marry him?" Astrid was serious, but the rest of the company broke into raucous laughter. All except her mother. Strange things could happen, she knew, and they were not always what one planned. "OK, you lot, time for a rematch. This time it's Angela and Eline on the floor, Jasmine on the chair. Same rules. Hand me those blindfolds, please." After a few moments' preparation, Eline felt a tongue penetrate her cunt, wriggle around, lick the vulva, and then something huge being pushed inside her. Not hard, exactly, but - yes, it felt exactly like her former boyfriend's penis. No. It couldn't be. But -- "Is it a dildo?" A small giggle. Hmm. Sounded like Astrid. Only she could make a sound like that. Now what on earth was it? It was being withdrawn, then pushed in again. She could feel the beginnings of a climax, Jas too could feel something enormous sliding inside her. Smooth, slippery, a bit clingy even; not a finger -- "Is it a carrot?" No answer, so it wasn't. It felt really big. "A banana?" Still no answer. Angela, on the other hand, felt she knew straight away. "That's a finger, isn't it? And it's Harmony. Right?" No answer, just a lovely round object sliding all the way up, coming out, playing round the opening, brushing her clit. Of course. "It's a dildo. Right?" No answer. It was Jasmine's turn to rack her brains, but it was really hard to picture what was inside her. Then a light went on. "Ah! It's a dildo, isn't it?" This time there was an answer, Harmony's cultured, soft voice saying, "Yes, but there's more to it than that. You have to tell me more." And Angela had at least worked out who her companion was -- no one else but Kirrinai had that delicious, arousing odour -- but she was shaking her head in frustration when it began to vibrate. "Ah, ah, it's a dildo. Ah - " She was getting so aroused she could hardly get the words out. "No darling, it's not a dildo." What? Then ye gods, what was it? Eline also was puzzled, but it was a clue of a different type that put her straight. Yes. "It's a banana, isn't it! And you're Astrid." She'd caught the unmistakable smell of the fruit. "Yes! Yes! We got it!" Light dawned in Angela's brain about the same time. "It's an electric toothbrush. Has to be. And Kirrinai, you're the best brusher I know" Jas heard the others scream their results, but she was still puzzled. "OK," she said, "I give up. Please don't stop doing what you're doing, I love it, but please, please sweet, wonderful Harmony, tell me what it is." Harmony was trying to suppress her giggles as she withdrew the object and held it up for her lover to see. Yes, it was a small dildo, but covered with a condom. Tricky. She put it in her mouth and sucked off the juices. "Lovely. Supremely delectable." Jas sat up, saw they were all smiling and laughing, and as soon as her sister caught her eye, Angela began to sing, "Happy birthday, dear Jasmine, happy birthday to you." The rest picked up the song and the three cheers at the end saw Muriel carry in an enormous chocolate cake covered in icing and chocolate curls, 12 lit candles, a large sparkling '12' with an old fashioned pink plastic cherub carrying a wand fastened to the top of it. "Happy birthday, darling," Muriel said, putting it on the table. "You're our twelve-year-old cherub, straight from heaven, pure and chaste. May you always remain so. Now -- make your wish, and if you blow out the candles in one go, your wish comes true." Jas closed her eyes, nodded her head for a few moments, then opened her eyes and took a big breath. Once around the cake and her breath blew them all out. "Well done!" The others chorused. "Tell us, tell us what you wished for," shouted Astrid. Smiling, Jasmine said softly, "I wished that we would all stay friends forever." "We're your friends, we're your friends forever," Kirrinai began to sing, while the others joining in, Eline put her hands under the arms of the birthday girl, Harmony bent and grabbed her ankles, and they began to swing her back and forth like a hammock. Kirrinai held up her hand and commanded, "Stop! This is no way to treat a cherub. Stop swinging her at once!" They did, giggling and laughing. "Right" she went on, "two of you take a leg each, the rest of you please support her waist and shoulders." When that was done, Kirrinai intoned, "In the name of purity, in the name of Eros, open - her - legs." This was done with more guffaws. "Now, in honour of our heavenly birthday girl, I grant to our youngest member the privilege of inducting this innocent into the realm of Sappho. Astrid, please stand ready, between the legs.' Caught up in the play, Astrid did as she was bidden, bowing in supplication before ducking under the outstretched body and taking her position. Kirrinai continued, "Jasmine, as high priestess of the goddess of women, Sappho, I hereby formally ask, 'Are you of a pure heart, unclouded of mind, and at one with us in your love of females of all ages?'" The answer was solemn."I declare on the wholeness of my life and purity of my heart that I am ready." "Astrid, please begin the rite. Tongue and fingers inside to rouse the senses, kiss the skin to show reverence for the body. Then please step aside, take the place of a body bearer, and allow the rite to continue." And thus was the rite performed. Moving and quite exciting, they each took part in the initiation, slowly arousing the participant, then licking their fingers solemnly. As the last participant left the holy cave Jasmine said, "I am now one with you, Sappho, and Lesbos. And would someone, anyone, please get me off? I want to cum." "Allow me," said her mother sternly. "It is only right, as the bearer of this babe and initiator of her sexual life that I am given the honour of her birthday climax." They all watched, fingering themselves in unison with the elder's ministrations until a cry, a sigh and a moan indicated the initiation had been completed. It was at that point that the doorbell rang again. "Oh, no." The sigh was almost universal. Muriel lowered her daughter to the floor gently -- she was in no state to stand -- and said, "Quick, help her to the kitchen, all of you. Grab a drink, just in case it isn't Beth. Anyone for a photographer?" Properly clad in silk dressing gown, for a moment she could not put name to the face of the woman at the door. Then, as the visitor smiled, she said, "Sylvia! What a surprise. Do come in. It's Jas's birthday party, so some friends are here. Your three models will be so thrilled to see you." "Thank you, Muriel. Yes, I knew about it, of course, so I thought a small present and some news would be my pleasure to give." As they walked into the lounge room, Muriel realised their activities would be totally apparent -- the smell of female sexual juices was so strong -- and made a snap decision. "Look, let's go to the dining room. The front of the house gets too hot." The chatter and laughter from the kitchen could be plainly heard as they sat down, and Sylvia said, "How many are there? Sounds like quite a group." "Well,..." The sight of a tall girl with short brown hair and absolutely no clothes interrupted her. "Muriel, this photo -" Eline looked up from the picture in her hand as she spoke. "Oh, sorry, I'm um -" "Eline, meet Sylvia, head of Miss Fashion. Sylvia, this is Eline, friend and running companion of my oldest, Angela." Sylvia replied, "Don't be alarmed. I'm so used to naked bodies. In fact, I quite like them, and yours is beautiful. Strong and athletic; Hmm -- I like your style." She reached out a hand and gently brushed Eline's abdomen. "Very nice. Um, Muriel, is this the type of party I think it is?" "It certainly is, Sylvia. Want to join us?" "I don't usually allow any of our girls to get the idea I'm gay, I have to keep some authority, but these three? I'm sure they could keep a secret, but I can't stay. Sorry." Eline's jaw dropped. She had not realised just how many lesbians there were. And this woman, over 50 but elegant, refined, and very very sexy, would be able to show her things she'd only ever read about. "Mum, is Eline -- oh, oh, I'm sorry, I -" Angela had wandered in, but broke off, perplexed by this older woman sitting talking to her mother. She saw Eline, noticed she was smiling in a puzzled way, but was unconcerned about her nakedness -- if her mother said nothing, it was all right. "And this is Angela. Angela, Sylvia, the head of Miss Fashion." "Oh, wow! That video. Those photos. They are so good. Gee, it's nice to meet you." "And it's delightful to meet you, Angela. Muriel, would it be in order to give Jas her present now? And then there's one for the other two models as well." The girls had not been idle in the kitchen. It was nearly two pm, and Astrid had said she was starving, and what was there to eat? Jas was rather good at preparing food, but it was Kirrinai who took charge. A saucepan of pasta, home made Napolitano sauce, and a bowl of green salad had been prepared in short order so that when Muriel and Sylvia came in there was relative quiet as the girls tucked in, with paper napkins as their only covering. The three models were astonished to see their mentor and boss, who could not be persuaded to join them eating.
"I have just come to wish a very happy birthday to Jasmine," Sylvia told them after being introduced to Astrid, "and to give her a present." She picked up one of the gift boxes she had been carrying and handed it to Jas. "With my compliments, and the compliments of Miss Fashion, Jasmine." "Oh, wow." Replied the recipient, undoing the coloured banding, then clearing a space on the table and putting the box there. The others watched intently as she slowly removed the lid and opened the tissue paper protection inside. She carefully wiped her hands on some tissues before lifting the object out, stepped back into the centre of the room, and allowed the present to open out. There was a collective sigh. "Oh." Jas had tears in her eyes as she looked at Sylvia. "This is the most wonderful present you could have given me," she said quietly. "I am moved. I'm honoured. Oh, Sylvia." Handing the dress to her mother, she embraced her boss and kissed her cheek. "This, in case you have not realised, " she said, turning to the others, "is the dress I first wore on the mountain-top shoot. It's a one-off, designed by someone called Ajabah, I think. Is that right?" "A lady called Aggibo, actually, from Germany. We're featuring her in this next release. It was a stunning creation. A petticoat of the deepest blue satin, it was overlaid with electric blue and gold gauze. A junior cocktail frock, it was above the knees, pencil thin, and flared from there thighs to a swirl of pleats and gathers. Thin straps for support, the breasts, waist and hips were emphasized with very little decorum thrown in. No one would call it pretty. It was too adult, too older teen. It could be worn to any number of things, and they all wanted one. "Well, said Sylvia, there's another show scheduled in two weeks time, and the three of you will be away for two or three days. At the beach. You, Harmony, will be in the studio, so don't worry. And I also brought you and Kirrinai a present." She handed them a small flat package each. "Final version of the video. The big news is that its been accepted as a showpiece at this years world fashion expo in Tokyo. Miss Fashion and you three will be in demand. So, my three junior models, the oyster is yielding its pearls. Congratulations. And bye bye. I have to fly." Muriel saw their guest out, leaving three shocked and delirious young women, one girl who was determined to follow here sister's path, and two athletes who were wondering if they had made the right career. Harmony, their most organised and thoughtful member, remembered why they were there. "Happy birthday, Jas," she said, handing her a small package she had taken from a bag under the table. "Hey! Thank you. I've had so many wonderful presents and surprises already, but from you, this is extra special." She ripped of the paper to reveal a small black plastic snap open box labeled 'Sotheys'. Opening it carefully, she let out a scream of delight. "A full kit of the best skin creams you can ever get!" Oh, Harmony, you know me. By god, it's no wonder I love you." And she lent over and two minutes later had to be prised away from the lips and mouth of her fellow star. "Hey, don't you want to see what I've got for you?" Angela was the priser. She did. An autumn tone silk blouse, thin and blow-away." A sisterly kiss in thanks. "Um, I didn't know I was to bring a present," Astrid said softly, but mum -- I mean Muriel -- got this for me. She handed over a box of expensive chocolates. "Happy birthday, Jasmine. Hope you're still allowed to eat those." "Oh, yes. I love chocs. Thanks." A more than sisterly kiss. Eline said, "Well, I sure didn't know what to buy a movie star, so I thought this might do. 'This' was a selection of real looking venetian bracelet jewelry, all the rage at the time. "Oh, thank you, Eline, I looked at these in the store last week, but mum said I'd have to wait till next birthday. You read my mind. And you're so beautiful." A very non-sisterly kiss followed, which Angela had to break up with a new sisterly complaint, "Hey, that's my girlfriend." "Happy birthday, Jas," Kirrinai was the last to give her present. "I'm not sure you'll be allowed to wear these, but -- see what you think.' "Oh, my God," whispered Jas. "Thongs. Four. Oh boy! Kirrinai, you are one knowing person. I feel horny just looking at them." She took one our and struggled into it. Finally, after some adjustments, it was in place. "Well, how sexy do I look?" Harmony put her arms around her, stroked her bum, her budding breasts, her face. "You are the sexiest girl on this planet. With or without them. Wear them out and flash. That'll get the old boys whining. What a great time we'll have. But please, don't wear one to bed." Cuddles and kisses followed. "This is such a wonderful party. The best Ever. Thank you, everyone, and thank you, mum, for organising it. You're the best." It was Eline, however, who changed the subject. Something had been troubling her for quite a while, and now she said to Muriel, " That's you in this photo, but who is standing beside you?" Muriel took the framed print and said, "Why, that's me and my sister Beth, taken last year." "I thought it might be. I'm going to tell you something that I am not supposed to even know, but as she's family, I cannot hold it back. My father is with the drug squad. I see him a couple of times a week -- mum and he are divorced -- and a while ago I asked him about someone who had made our lives -- that is, Angela's and mine -- miserable." Turning to her running companion, she said, "remember The Tank?" "I sure do." "Well, she's been up on amphetamine trafficking charges, but is out on bail till her case is heard. Her boyfriend makes the stuff, and when I told my dad about how she's treated us two, he told me that much. Now when I was there yesterday I saw another photo on his desk, of the lady in this picture," she pointed to the one Muriel was holding, "taken with the The Tank in a nightclub. She appears to be dealing, and because they're watching this 'Tank', she was arrested. I'm so sorry." There was silence. "Oh, my god," whispered Muriel. "Does her husband know?" "No idea, and I can't ask. I'm not supposed to know, dad would get into big trouble. " TO BE CONTINUED |