Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback on part one and two. There were some really great ideas, and I plan on incorporating some into the story. A special thank you goes to the feedback that corrected my grammar. Without further ADO, here is the finale of Stephanie’s Lesbian Vacation.
After their showers were over, the girls, wrapped up in a large towel, snuggled close together. This gave Stephanie an opportunity to make an observation. For an apartment, in the attic of a bar/strip club, it was well furnished, and even had a hot tub, and a shower.
“Leanne?”
“What?”
“How can you afford all of this?”
“There’s probably something I should tell you.”
“Well, tell me.”
Just then, Leanne recognized a familiar knock on the door. It was her. Leanne’s face went pale. The knocker knocked again. A voice behind the door asked:
“Slut are you not in there?”
“Who was that?”
Leanne replied in silence. She was nervous. She was hoping that She wasn’t behind the door.
“Slut, I know someone is in there with you, now let me in!”
(Steph) “Leanne?”
Leanne shushed Stephanie, as the person behind the door used her key, and unlocked it. She opened the door, and was surprised at what she saw. Her submissive charge, Leanne, was entangled with a sexy looking blonde, who looked like she had dyed her hair recently.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Leanne jumped off of the couch, and stuttered in response.
(Steph) “Who the fuck are you?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I asked you first.”
“What are you doing with this slut?”
“She’s not a slut.”
“She’s my slut. How do you think she affords this place. I own this place and the bar. I mean how many fucking attics in a bar or strip club have you seen that look BETTER than most condos. Cause I furnished it. She is mine, all mine. She does everything I ask. Watch.”
The woman snapped her fingers, and immediately, Leanne was on her knees in front of her. Stephanie was a bit shocked.
“Slut, who am I?”
“You are my life, all I live for, you are my Mistress Angela.”
“Since she won’t tell me, who is this woman?”
“That is Stephanie McMahon, Mistress”
“No! It can’t be. he Stephanie McMahon and my little slut fucking each others’ brains out. How long has this went on slut?”
“Since yesterday, Mistress” “My poor stupid slut. You know the rule. What is it?”
“I only give pleasure to Mistress, and receive pleasure from Mistress.”
“And you have violated that rule. Haven’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Leanne began to cry. Angela grabbed some leather rope from her black bag, and told Leanne to sit in a chair spread eagle. She than spoke to Stephanie.
“Look in that corner, what do you see?”
Stephanie looked, and she saw a camera. A look of fear came over her face.
“That’s right, I have been recording your rendezvous with my slut.” I could bury you, and release a plague of embarrassment on your family. You don’t want that? Do you?”
Stephanie shook her head no.
“I thought not. All I ask is that you witness this slut receive her punishment.”
“What are you going to do her?”
