It was nearly 10:00 p.m.--twenty-two hours, Trinity reminded herself--as the four women walked along the narrow path through Zenova's back yard to the pavilion. It was bright, the pale white light of the gibbous moon casting stark shadows across the lawn. It would be full in a couple days. A stray phrase about 'dancing with the devil' flitted through the blonde's thoughts. She couldn't place it.
Shiobhán and Maureen have red hair
, she mused.
Maybe fiery tempers. Two devils in the night. A tangled tango. Oh, fuck, yes
.
With the walls pushed back, Trinity watched the younger redhead bounce across the ring in the moonlight. The blonde approached her while Zenova and Maureen argued pleasantly over the rules of an unofficial sexfight. Shiobhán ran her fingers along the top rope, caressing a corner post as if it were a religious object.
"I have to use the ring at Culhane's gym," the redhead said with more than a hint of envy. "I asked Mamaí if we could have one--as I'm gettin' a reputation in the counties, an' been asked to fight more than once by the Consortium. But she says we need to wait, that a private trainin' area is dear."
Trinity thought of all the peanut butter sandwiches she and Melanie had eaten after they'd bought her ring. She remembered doing much the same the first time she stepped into it.
"Sure and that's true as sunrise, mo stoirín," Maureen said from across the ring. Shiobhán flushed deeply, making her face look dark in the moonlight. The Irish words seemed to have a deeper meaning than a pet name.
Shiobhán turned to the blonde, her back to a corner post, her face eager and bright. Trinity began removing the young woman's blouse, one pearl button at a time. The redhead grinned, showing white teeth in a freckled face. "I thought I was going to wrestle Zenova."
"You are," Trinity said, returning the grin. "This gives me time to tell you how to keep Zenova off balance." Her hand slipped under the open blouse to cup a firm breast through the lacy bra. "Also, I need to, uh, check you for, uh, hidden weapons. Brass knuckles, a sock of nickels, things like that."
Shiobhán kicked off her shoes. They clattered onto the floor next to the ring. Without her heels she was several inches shorter than Trinity. He upturned face showed lust and wicked humor.
"In that case, you need to make a very thorough search. Never can tell what I might be a hidin' somewhere on me."
Blouse, bra, skirt, and panties followed the shoes. The redhead leaned back into the corner post, arms on the top rope, legs spread, a long, thick cock twitching eagerly above a pair of very nice balls in a nest of red curls.
Oh, yeah
, Trinity told herself,
Zenova's gonna like this a lot. Me, too, when I get the chance
.
Trinity ran her hands over the taut body, feeling it tremble in anticipation as her fingers wandered delicately across stiff nipples. When she dropped down to the cock and pussy, Shiobhán unzipped the blonde's trousers, fishing her cock from the boxers. A wet tongue circled her ear, breath hot and sweet.
"You going to tell me about your girlfriend?" The voice was liquid, like the tongue. Teeth gripped her earlobe. Trinity cupped the small balls in her hand, rimming an ear and nipping at a lobe before answering.
"Put a finger in her ass. Drives her crazy. How are your Kegel muscles?"
In answer, Shiobhán guided two of Trinity's fingers to her damp pussy. They slid in easily, gripped and massaged by a strong cunt.
"Yeah, that'll do, Red. Let her get inside you, then work her cock like you do my fingers. She may come at the first clench. If that doesn't work, bite her left nipple. Hard enough to make her try to pull away. Don't let her, she'll push back real quick. Be careful when you get inside her. She can milk you dry before you blink."
"Gotcha. That's American slang, right? Anythin' else?" The redhead's tongue continued across Trinity's cheek, licking insistently at the blonde's lips.
"If you've got a position or grip you think she hasn't seen yet, try it. Zenova likes close contact, the nastier the better." Trinity bit Shiobhán's chin.
"Ahhh, fuck, woman, you're a qware half with a right talented tongue. I heard you were good, but I didn't expect ya to make me near to feint." Her hand stroked Trinity's cock. "I think you didn't get a deep enough search of me fanny. Need to use somethin' longer, I'm sure."
She guided the cock to her pussy. Lips locked, tongues battling wetly, Trinity lifted Shiobhán's balls to press her cock home into the slick vaginal folds. It all felt good. The blonde lifted the shorter woman by her ass. They began a seriously intense fuck.
"What are you doing?"
Zenova's voice washed across Trinity like cold water; she turned her head over her shoulder.
"Making sure she's not got anything hidden on her?"
"Does she?"
"Well, no. Not that I've found so far." Trinity backed away, her cock slick with Shiobhán's juices. The redhead stumbled away from the corner, sweat beading on her skin.
"I remember this being my fight." Zenova's voice was amused, despite the stern tone. "Let the girl go, Trinity. She wants her lesson."
"Up yer arse, ya cocktrough. I ain't the one bein' taught, bitch."
"That's enough of that language, young lady. Remember where you are and that you were invited when you didn't have to be."