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perfection. She had beautifully sculpted breasts tipped with
small, tight nipples that made me wonder if they’d been surgically enhanced to
look so alluring. Her flat stomach gave way to a bare mound. Her hands were
planted behind her to keep her steady and her long legs were spread wide.
Between them, Piper Levine knelt on one knee as she pumped a large crystal
dildo in and out of Biel’s pussy.
    My mouth gaped. First of all, who would have thought a
gorgeous model who could have just about any man on the planet would be a
lesbian? Second… whoa . Biel McKinley was a lesbian. And so was her makeup
artist, Piper Levine.
    So that’s how the generation after mine rolled. They were
all too hip with their trendy suits, spiky hair and girl-on-girl action. I
suddenly felt boring and over the hill at thirty.
    I let out a long-suffering sigh, unable to catch myself.
Biel’s head snapped up from where she’d been watching Piper fuck her with the
sex toy. Piper took no notice of me and continued to go at Biel. But the
supermodel smiled as I stood between the gap in the doors.
    “Oh God, that’s totally hot,” she said, her emerald eyes on
me.
    I willed myself to retreat as the heat crept up my cheeks.
But I couldn’t get my feet to move from where they’d taken root. My nipples
tightened behind my bra and my pulse accelerated at the erotic vision before
me.
    Biel’s teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. A heartbeat
later, her head fell back, her long dark-auburn hair spilling over her
shoulders and down her back, which arched and thrust her breasts toward the
ceiling. Her hips lifted off the table as Piper pushed deep, pulled out and
pushed again, faster and harder each time. Biel kept her eyes open and stared at
my reflection in the mirror that ran the length of the far wall. “Yes,” she
whispered. “Right there. That feels so good. Oh! ”
    She came with a visible shudder, her hypnotic gaze locked
with mine.
    My heart seemed to beat in my throat. I couldn’t swallow it down
or dislodge it. Biel’s vibrant eyes stayed connected with mine as her body
trembled from her orgasm. I wanted to walk away, but didn’t. I opened my mouth
to say Lord only knew what, then promptly closed it when I realized there was
nothing I could say that would be professional and couth.
    Piper withdrew the dildo from Biel and crossed to the double
vanity to wash it off. As she dried her hands, she glanced up and caught my
reflection in the mirror. Her head whipped around and I tried to say something
again, but nothing appropriate came to mind.
    Biel finally stretched and then stood. Wrapping her
floral-print robe around her and pulling the sash tight at her waist, she said,
“Come in, Lacey.”
    Miraculously, I found my voice. “I’m sorry to intrude. I was
ahead of schedule and thought I’d see if you were available.” Of course, that
neither explained nor excused my voyeurism.
    Biel waved a manicured hand in the air. “No intrusion. We
should be more discreet. But everyone was gone for lunch, so…” She shrugged and
then turned to Piper. “You didn’t meet Lacey Mansfield last night. You’d
already left for your other gig.” Glancing back at me, she said, “This is Piper
Levine. My makeup artist.”
    “I know,” I managed to choke out.
    “Nice to meet you.” Piper was not as blasé about my
witnessing their sexual encounter as Biel. She collected all of her belongings,
including the sex toy, and slung the strap of her Louis Vuitton tote over one
shoulder, looking tense because I’d stumbled upon their secret affair. To Biel,
she said, “Meg called earlier. She and Lanie want us to meet them at ten
tomorrow night. For once, let’s try not to be late, hmm?”
    Biel smirked. “It’s not like I do it on purpose, you know.”
    Piper gave her a kiss on the cheek and stalked out of the
room, breezing right past me and leaving a chill in the air.
    Unfortunately for me, I was still so shell-shocked I forget
to tell Piper I