BLUESPOT ENTERTAINMENT (A femme story)

(Laughing)...Girl, you're crazy! Hold on a sec, i gotta beep.Hello?... "Hi is this Dayla?" 'Yes it is,' I answer wondering who is this calling me from a private call. "My name is Chandrell and I am calling in reference to your myspace music page. This number was listed as a contact number for booking. Dayla, you certainly have a voice like no other. I am a talent scout searching the area for local outstanding artists." 'Really? Well, what agency are you calling from and why is your number blocked?'  This could be a scam. There are too many culprits in the music biz. Plus, this Chandrell lady is sounding like a man! "Im calling on behalf of BlueSpot Entertainment." She went on to tell me where she was located and how I could view their website online for credibility. After viewing the site and doing a little homework, I felt like she was legit so i called the number on the website and told her a friend and I would meet her around 7pm that evening. I called my bestie, Skyye back to give her the good news. "Girl, we're gonna have to run to the mall to get you an outfit!", Skyye screamed. 'An outfit? Im just going to her studio to maybe sing a line or two and to find out a little more about BlueSpot Ent. It's not even that serious.'  When we pull up to the address that Chandrell gave me, we were both speechless. "What kinda studio has a gated entrance and security?," Skyye asked. I was thinking the same thing. We parked and walked up to the large three storied Victorian-styled home. I was excited and a little nervous at the same time. I rang the doorbell and a petite-framed white butler opened the door. "Hello, ladies. You must be Miss Dayla?", he asked. 'Yes, I am and this is my friend Skyye.' He nodded and replied,  "Ms. Chandrell is expecting you. This way please." We follow him into a large room that was decorated with Navy blue and gold interior. There was a gigantic, yet elegant painting of a beautiful woman on the wall. She was wearing a light blue gown with a large blue sapphire necklace encrusted with diamonds. Her beauty was breath-taking. Skyye saw the portrait too and we both looked at each other like , CHA-CHING! "Ladies, please take a seat and Ms. Chandrell will be with you in just a moment. Help yourself to some cheese and wine," the butler stated and closed the door behind him. "Wine! Girl gimme dat glass!", Skyye squealed already making me wish I'd left her at home! 'Stop acting like you don't have any class! And give me a piece of that cheese. Im hungry and I'm starting to get butterflies.' Skyye handed me some cheese and a glass of wine to wash it down with. We sat there looking at the different pictures of celebrities on the wall. There was Etta James, Billie Holiday, Diana Ross, and Chaka Khan to name a few. "Dang, I'm tired. I'm about to take a cat nap until Chandrell comes.(Yawn) "By the way, what's taking her so long?" Skyye asked. She had a point. We had been waiting in this grande room every bit of 20 minutes. I was feeling a little sleepy myself, so I sat beside Skyye on the couch and waited...

 About an hour later, I wake up with Skyye lying next to me. The only problem was we were both butt ass naked with our hands and feet tied behind our backs. 'Skyye wake your ass up!' I whispered as loud as I could. I didnt want anyone to hear me and was quite confused and dazed. I had forgotten where we were and my head felt like it weighed 40 pounds! "What in the hell is going on and where are my damn clothes, Dayla?" Skyye hissed. "Ladies, I see you have rested well. I've enjoyed watching your bodies rub together while you were sleeping. Don't worry, you'll both be just fine. I don't won't to harm you. I just want to have a little fun," a voice said softly from behind the couch. By now, I'm wondering what is going on. I know good and well this lady did not drug us and tie us up on this couch. Who is she to think she can get away with this? Then again, this heffa is rich, so why would she want to hurt us? Rich people kill folks too, but then again---ooooo fuck it! My mind was running a thousand miles a minute! What in the world???? Skyye has a thick blind-fold over her eyes. So she can't see a thing. Skyye's my girl and all, but I must say we are both two pieces of eyecandy that no man (or woman) could resist! Skyye's flavor in skin tones would be a light butterscotch and I'm more of a caramel-mocha flavor. She's about 5'10, big  36DD cup breasts, small waistline, with an applebottom out of this world. Now me, I'm just what you call 'Cornbread-fed.' My breast are about a 38C (not a lotta tits), slim waist and hips to bare a tribe with!Forty-two inches to be exact with a 29 inch waist. It sounds like a joke, but baby we're some head turners! We've both had our share of girl-on-girl action, but never with each other. Chandrell walked around the couch and stood in front of us. This was the same lady in the portrait. But she was even more beautiful in person. She wore a long, satin cerulean colored robe. It hugged her curves at the right angles. Her hair had a wet and wavy look. It was cut short and cropped on the edges. She appeared to have a studlike presence witha touch of femme quality.  I was intrigued. "Can somebody please take this damn thing off of my eyes so I can see what the--", Skyye was interrupted with Chandrell sucking her right nipple viciously and pinching her left one. "Oooo, dont stop," Skyye sighed with her legs opening for me to get a peak at her wetness. Chandrell looked up at me and said, "Go ahead, we've got all night." But she was too late because my hands were already untying her robe.... 

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