The sharp staccato click of Muriel’s seven-inch stiletto heeled boots echoed through the cool air of another autumn evening. The sound was somewhat reassuring as she made her way to her usual corner. On more than one occasion the thin metal spikes had helped her out of a sticky situation. The wind kicked up and sent a cascade of red orange leaves scurrying down the street around her feet. She breathed in the cool breeze and knew that by midnight it would be raining. In four years of working the street she had pretty much learned to how tell when it was going to rain. She recognized the ragged clouds that had begun to drift across the sky and could smell the moisture in the air. She hoped for an early night but she knew that she would probably end up getting wet.

Muriel arrived at her usual spot at her usual time. Just another Wednesday night in paradise she thought. She glanced down at her watch and leaned back against a lamppost. Seven thirty, it would be dark soon. It was quiet now. Soon the Johns would be finished having dinner with their wives and families or friends. Shortly after, their cars would start their slow crawl past the corner that had become a second home to her. The corner was on the northern outskirts of the city. One by one the business had gone under and the north side was pretty much empty now. It was a place there was no reason to be unless you were passing through on your way to somewhere else. The church that had stood across the street for a hundred and twenty-eight years had burned to the ground ten years before leaving just an old neglected cemetery. It was a depressing place to work but an even more depressing place to live. She pulled her coat tight around her and sat down on and empty bench to wait for the other girls to arrive.

There were usually between five and eight girls working the corner on a good night. Muriel had made friends with a few of Timur’s other girls over the years. All but one of them had moved on to “bigger and better” things. Nataliya was the only one of the girls she was really close with now. Timur had brought her over from Russia five years earlier. As pimps go Muriel thought Timur must have been nicer than most. He looked after them and made sure that they at least had food and a place to stay. He was strict but fair.

She stared blankly down the empty street wanting to be anywhere but on that corner. She was burned out on turning tricks. Muriel wanted desperately to get out of the business. She had discussed it with Timur on several occasions. Timur was a shrewd businessman. He knew that if Muriel wasn’t happy then her customers wouldn’t be happy either. He would have no problems letting her go when she found another job.

The sun had just ducked down below the horizon bathing the clouds in myriad shades of oranges, pinks, and violets. One of the few intangible perks of working on that corner was the many breathtaking sunsets she had witnessed. Over the years Muriel had learned to appreciate the beauty in little things.

The last traces of color were draining away and the skyline turning to silhouette when Timur pulled up in his Z51 Corvette. The passenger door opened and Nataliya stepped out. Muriel waved as he slowly pulled away.

“You look like you could use a hug,” Nataliya said smiling.

“Nat, you don’t know the half of it. I just really, really, really don’t want to be here tonight.”

Nataliya ran over to her and threw her arms around Muriel’s shoulders.

“Maybe you’ll get lucky and pick up an overnighter before it rains.”

“And pigs will fly,” Muriel replied with a morose little laugh.

The two sat down on the bench as Wendy came walking up.

“Hiiiiii Weeeendy,” the two women called out simultaneously.

“Hiiiiii giiiiiiirls,” she answered back.

Every night they went through the same rituals. They tried to have fun in spite of their circumstances. They all loved to laugh. The girls loved to share information about their “Johns”. They made up nicknames for the regulars and for the different types of guys that would come by their corner. They swapped war stories and made up grand plans for their futures. One of their favorite pastimes was the “if I had a million dollars” game. They each took turns telling the others how they would spend a million dollars if it was miraculously dropped into their laps. The competition was always fierce to see who could come up with the most outrageous scenario. It was nothing but the best for these girls.

It was full dark before the first car slowed down to take a look at them.

“Oh look, another blind date,” Wendy said.

A “blind date” was what they called the guys in limos with the windows blacked out. They never knew what to expect when the windows came down.
It rolled slowly passed them and kept going.

“Homo!” she yelled as it pulled away.

‘I’ve got a feeling this is going to be one of those nights,” said Nataliya. “There’s just something in the air.”

Muriel laughed. “That’s just the rain that’s coming, Nat”

“Don’t tell me it’s going to rain tonight. I just had my hair done today. Why does it always have to fucking rain when I get my hair done? It never fails,” Wendy added rhetorically.

The roar of an engine came racing at them out of the darkness. It was the old Dodge Challenger that drove passed almost every night. The driver always honked the horn but this was the first time that it had ever slowed down. The noise was deafening even with the engine just idling.

“It’s Kowalski,” Nataliya called out.

Muriel loved old muscle cars and had always wanted to get a closer look at that car. She thought the speed and noise were super sexy. She stepped out to the curb as it came to a stop underneath the lamppost. The driver leaned over and rolled down the passenger window.

“Hey Kowalski, how ya doin’?” she yelled as she leaned on the door and peered inside.

The driver smiled and laughed.

“I’m doing ok pretty lady, how are things in your world?” he yelled back.Muriel was impressed that he had picked up on the reference to the old movie. The driver turned the car off.

“There, that’s better. Now we won’t have to scream.”

“Just waiting on the rain. Very nice car you have here. Does it really still have the 440 Magnum under the hood?” she asked.

“Yes it does. I just finished rebuilding it last week.”

“So Kowalski, are you looking for a date?”

By this time the other two girls had walked up to join her. They giggled and whispered between themselves as they looked inside to see who was driving.

“Actually I am. How does tomorrow night sound?”

“What’s wrong with now? There’s no time like the present you know. You’re not a cop, are you Kowalski?”

The driver laughed again. “No, I’m not a cop or a member of any law enforcement agency for that matter.”

“That’s always good to hear,” Muriel responded.

“I’m not looking for that sort of date anyways. I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner. I have to drive by here on my way home every night and I’ve noticed you hanging out here for a while now. I think you’re a really beautiful woman and I would like to get to know you.”

Muriel didn’t know what to think. No one had asked her out on a real date in a couple of years. Once a guy found out what she did for a living, no one wanted anything more to do with her. Now here was a nice looking charming guy in a very hot car asking her out for dinner.

“Ok, that sounds like fun. Tomorrow night will be fine. If you would like you can pick me up here at eight o’clock. You will be driving this car, won’t you?”

“As you wish. I’ll see you at eight tomorrow then.”

“See you then, thanks.”

He turned the key and the car roared to life. He pulled away and the first drops of rain began to fall.

“Girlfriend, you’ve got a date!” Natalie squealed.

“It would appear that way,” Muriel replied, trying to hide her excitement.

“He was a hottie too,” added Wendy added.

“Well guys, I’m not getting my hopes up. We’ll just wait and see what happens. He could turn out to be a creep for all I know.”

“Muriel’s got a boyfriend. Muriel’s got a boyfriend,” Wendy sang.

The rain began to fall in sheets. The girls sat down under the shelter at the abandoned bus stop. Muriel was beaming in spite of the rain.

“This weather is fucked. I’m going home guys. Only the jerks come out in the rain. I guess the other girls knew it was going to rain and didn’t even bother coming in tonight,” said Wendy.

“Yeah, you’re right, Wendy. I think I’m going to go home as well. How about you, Nat? You going to hang around or go home?”

“If you two are going, then I guess I will go too. Want to get a cup of coffee, Muriel?” Nataliya inquired.

“Just come with me back to my place and I’ll brew up mass quantities. Be careful Wendy. I guess we will see you tomorrow night if the weather breaks.”

“Bullshit! You’re gonna see me here rain or shine. I want to see you off on your date and give the guy hell about getting you home before your curfew,” laughed Wendy as she walked off into the pouring rain.

The two women were soaked to the bone by the time they reached Muriel’s little apartment.

“You wanna just stay here tonight, Nat? You’ll catch pneumonia before you make it back to your place. Besides, you’re got to help me pick out something to wear tomorrow night. That could take all night.”

“That’ll be great. I really don’t want to go back out in this shit tonight for sure.”

“Let me get you something dry to put on. Your clothes are dripping.”

“Thanks, Muriel. You’re a lifesaver.”

Muriel grabbed a silk robe and a g-string out of her dresser and threw them at Nataliya. She snagged a g-string and lacy camisole for herself and the two started stripping off their wet clothes. She had always thought that Nataliya was beautiful and seeing her naked body standing in front of her was enough to make her warmer.

“C’mon, let’s go to the living room. I’ll crank up the gas fireplace and make some nice hot coffee.”

She took a blanket out of her small linen closet and wrapped it around Nataliya’s shoulders and led her off to the living room. She lit the pilot light on the ancient gas fire logs, turned up the gas and they crackled to life. Nataliya sat down in front of the fire while she went into the kitchen to make the coffee.

A voice rang out form the kitchen. “Bailey’s?”

“Of course. Is there any other way to drink coffee?” Nataliya answered back.

Muriel laughed as she poured the cups half full of Bailey’s Irish Cream. She filled them the rest of the way with coffee. She loaded the two cups, the coffee pot, the bottle of Bailey’s and the sugar bowl onto a tray and carried it to where Nataliya sat in front of the fire. She placed the tray on the floor in front of her friend and climbed under the blanket with her.

“Here you go. This should knock the chill off,” she said handing one of the cups to the other woman.

Nataliya took a small sip and coughed.

“Geeez! Could you make that any stronger?” Nataliya asked sarcastically.

Muriel laughed. “I could but I wouldn’t be able to call it coffee anymore.”

The two women sat shivering under the blanket sipping their coffee.

“So, are you going to fuck him?”

Muriel almost sprayed a mouthful of coffee across the room as she burst out laughing. She wasn’t sure but she thought she heard a twinge of jealousy in Nataliya’s voice.

“Are you kidding? I haven’t had sex for fun in over five years. It’s all business down there now.”

“That’s sad. But I can almost understand where you’re coming from. When I started hooking, it took me a few years before I learned how to have fun sex again. It’s all in your head.”

“You mean you actually have fun getting fucked by these assholes?”

“Yeah, most of the time. I’ve become quite the nympho. I’m an addict. I can’t get enough.”

“Gods Nat! I never knew that about you.”

“These guys are paying to fuck me, I just figure that I might as well enjoy it. I think it pisses some of them off even. They think it’s all about them, when actually, it’s all about me.”

“I suppose that’s probably the best way to look at it. I’ve never thought about it that way before. But I don’t think that would work for me. Sex is still just a business for me. I don’t even enjoy it anymore.”

“I’ll show you how,” said Natalia as she put her arm around her.
Muriel was beginning to feel the effects of the Bailey’s as Nataliya moved around behind her and started to massage her shoulders. She had never been with another woman before and was getting turned on just thinking about it.

“Daaaaaamn girl, you are so fucking tense. That’s got to be part of your problem. You have got to learn to relax.”

“It’s hard to relax around the Johns when you don’t know whether or not they are going to try and kill you.”

“Muriel, I’m not a John. It’s me. Remember me? Relax you bitch.”

“I’ll try,” she laughed, “But it’s really hard. And who are you calling bitch, you bitch?”

“It may take a while but you can learn. Bitch!”

The two women sat there giggling as Nataliya continued to work on her shoulders. Muriel could feel the tension beginning to drain away and feel herself relax a bit. Nataliya slipped her hands up under Muriel’s camisole and ran her tiny hands over her skin. She raked her long nails down her back. She slipped her hands around her waist and onto her stomach. Nataliya pulled her close as she slipped her hands up around her large round breasts and squeezed. Muriel’s body briefly tensed before slowly relaxing again. She brushed her wet hair away from her ear and neck.

“Relaaaax,” she whispered in Muriel’s ear. “Of course you can’t enjoy yourself if you’re all uptight. Let all your tension go and just feel what your body is telling you.”

Muriel took a couple of deep breaths and smiled. She knew it would be difficult but she wanted to try. It had been a long time since she’d had a real orgasm.

Nataliya nibbled down her neck and sank her teeth into Muriel’s soft shoulder as she pinched and prodded her large hard nipples.

“Oh God, that feels incredible. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman.”

“You’re about to find out. I have wanted you so badly for a very long time,” Nataliya added with a grin.

“Take me, Nat. Just take me and make love to me. Make me feel again!”

She turned around to face Nataliya and planted a passionate kiss on her rich full lips. Nataliya grabbed Muriel’s hair and kissed her harder. She pulled her camisole up and over her head. Her tongue explored Muriel’s hot willing mouth. She tenderly kissed her way down her neck and chest to suck on Muriel’s wonderful fleshy double D’s. There was a growing urgency to her kisses as she continued to kiss her way down toward Muriel’s luscious love box. Nataliya pushed her down onto the floor and spread her legs wide. She gently licked and nibbled on Muriel’s stomach, as she grew closer to her glistening prize. She teased her by licking warm wet circles around her quivering clit until finally flicking her tongue lightly against the end of it.

“Oh yes, yes, yes... lick me Nat. Suck my clit.”

“Relax Muriel. Just let yourself feel the pleasure growing between your thighs.”

Muriel breathed heavily and moaned loudly as Nataliya engulfed her tight red rosebud in her mouth and sucked it gently. She ran her tongue up and down her gash and around the opening to her love canal. Muriel’s back arched as her body jerked and her muscles contracted. She grabbed Nataliya by her waist and turned her around on top of her. Now Muriel could reach Nataliya’s hot wet pussy with her own mouth. She licked her slit up and down like an ice cream cone, playfully teasing her asshole with her eager tongue. She greedily licked and sucked her clit, copying the movements of Nataliya’s tongue.

“Let yourself feel it, Muriel. Just let go and let it happen. I want to hear you scream for me. I want to feel your hot wet pussy cum. Just let go...”

Muriel felt a familiar warmth spreading through her body. She thrust her hips up into Nataliya’s face. Nataliya licked harder and sucked her clit furiously as she felt Muriel’s muscles begin to tighten.

“I’m going to cum Nat! I’m going to cum!”

Her body shuddered and jerked as the wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. This set Nataliya’s pussy on fire. Hearing her friend cum was enough to send her over the edge. Muriel responded by licking her harder. Soon it was Nataliya’s turn to cum. She ground her pussy into Muriel’s face feverishly. Her own body now started to tense. Muriel slowed her tongue just a bit not wanting to rush her. She again teased and licked Nataliya’s clit till she was on the edge of orgasm. Muriel did this to her friend four times before going wild on her pussy.

“Please! Please let me cum. I’m going to explode.”

With that she reached her magical place. Nataliya’s pussy gushed its sweet love juice all over Muriel’s face. She hungrily licked it off of her twitching pussy and clit as it ran out.

“That was incredible,” Muriel said breathlessly.

“You are a natural at this. Are you sure you’ve never been with a woman before?”

The two women finished sipping their coffee before returning to the bedroom. They were both warm, happy, and well satisfied. They crawled into the bed and were soon fast asleep. They each wondered which of them would be the first to wake up in the night and start the fun all over again.