Marina stopped at home to shower and change out of the seductive
outfit. She smelled of *****, of Susan, and if she hadn’t promised to
pick up Jenny after work, she would have luxuriated in those smells a
little longer. She could barely collect her thoughts. Susan’s eyes
still possessed her, and her body could still recall every touch, every
lick, every bite, every thrust. No one had ever taken her so thoroughly
before. For the first time, she regretted having chosen Francesca over
Susan, having forgotten now why she did so.

Jenny was waiting at their table, scribbling in the notebook she
carried with her everywhere. Her eyes lit up when she saw Marina. Then
she frowned. There was something different in Marina’s walk, in her
eyes. She stood up, stretched and kissed Marina’s lips, flicking her
tongue into her mouth. “You have a very smug look on your face, Marina
Ferrer. What have you been up to?” Jenny questioned in her always
playful tone.

Marina looked away, suddenly afraid now that the moment of truth was
here. “Making a deal with the devil, as you suggested,” she smiled a
little sadly. Then her body remembered her touch suddenly and a wanton
shiver passed through her body.

“You got the money? Really?” Jenny launched herself into Marina’s arms
and smothered her face with kisses. “Tell me! Tell me everything!”
Jenny begged, knowing the world was about to be set right.

Marina set Jenny down, cupped her face in her hands, and gave her a
serious look. “You may not like the answer,” she said softly.

“What? What did you do?” Jenny’s eyes widened as she examined Marina’s face.

“I went to Petruccio’s tonight. Just for a drink,” she added hastily when she saw the scowl on Jenny’s face.

“And?” Jenny was boring into Marina with intense green eyes.

“Susan Birch came over to talk to me.” Marina said after taking a deep breath.

“About?” Jenny asked, she remembered who Susan was and how she’d had an intoxicating effect on the women she was with.

“You. Actually.” Marina licked her lips. “She thinks you’re quite something.”

“I am!” Jenny grinned, she wet her fingers with her cotton candy tongue
and ran them over her eyebrows and Marina had to smile at the old
gesture.

“She made me an offer, Jenny.” Marina stated, an offer and more she
thought idly to herself. Jenny didn’t need to know the details of the
encounter, just the outcome.