Crimson Night Ch 02

Chapter 2 - NightSiren

Paige wakes up as Sarah is attempting to delicately extract herself from the bed. She holds the older woman tight, and buries her face in her long red hair. In response Sarah gives Paige a soft kiss on the head.

Paige pulls Sarah closer, their lips locking in a long tender kiss. Her hands roaming, exploring her body. Massaging Sarah's ample breasts until her nipples harden. Breaking the kiss Paige takes Sarah's nipple in her mouth, gently sucking. Running her tongue over the sensitive spot, sliding her hand lower. She runs her fingers through the soft red hair between Sarah's legs. Sarah moans and parts her legs eagerly, craving more.

Feeling the warm, wet folds of Sarah's sex, Paige gently inserts her fingers. Sarah pushes herself into the touch, desperately seeking more. Removing her mouth from Sarah's nipple, Paige resumes the kiss from earlier. Her fingers working hard to bring Sarah the same pleasure she feels herself whenever she thinks of the older woman.

The sounds of Sarah's moans are muffled by Paige's mouth. Sarah's legs clamp tight around Paige's arm as she reaches her climax. Sarah pants softly as Paige extracts her fingers and snuggles up next to her. When Sarah catches her breath, she slowly climbs down the bed. She gently spreads Paige's legs, reciprocating with her tongue. Running small skillful motions over Paige's clit, Sarah quickly brings Paige to a level of pleasure she hasn't felt before. When she finishes, Sarah collapses back onto the bed. They wrap their arms around each other, Paige returning her face to Sarah's hair.

They stay cuddled together for a few more minutes before Sarah gently strokes Paige's face.

"Paige? I sorry but I need to get up now," Sarah says softly. Paige lets her go, but continues to watch with bashful eyes. Something about just being here, existing in the same place as Sarah goes about life, gives her a warm feeling in her heart. Something special, private moments other people don't get to see.

"Hey Sarah?" Paige feels a tingle just saying her name. "Do you have a charger somewhere? My phone is totally dead."

"Should be one around the table," Sarah replies. Her voice echo's in the attached bathroom.

Paige quickly finds the end and plugs it in, impatiently waiting for her phone to boot up. She looks around the room, hoping to see anything that would give her a bit more insight into who Sarah is. But the room is like a hotel room. Nice, functional, but not very personal.

Paige's phone lights up, finally charged enough to be brought back to life. The first thing she sees is a series of notifications from NightSiren. The messages aren't upset, or asking for anything. Just her reaching out after not getting a reply for a while. Paige is still agonizing over what to say when Sarah walks back into the room.

"Everything OK?" Sarah asks as she loads a few outfits into a suitcase.

"Oh it's nothing, it's...." Paige trails off. She sighs and decides maybe she should tell Sarah, at least some of it. "She wants to pay me for... nude photos."

"Are you going to do it?" Sarah asks. She looks up from her packing, a small smile spreading on her face.

"No! Of course not," Paige quickly replies. She can feel her face turning red.

"Why not? It sounds pretty hot" Sarah teases. She resumes her packing, giggling at Paige.

"You wouldn't mind?" Paige asks with a pang of uncertainty. Maybe this night together didn't mean anything. Paige feels he usual doubts creeping back in, the joy of the previous night quickly fading.

"Of course not," Sarah replies quickly. She sets her suitcase on the floor, and leans in giving Paige a quick surprise kiss. "Just make sure to tell me all about it when I get back OK?" Sarah sits down next to Paige as she makes the heroic effort to sit up.

"Should we maybe talk about what happened last night? What we are now?" Paige asks the question shes been afraid to ask ever since last night.

"You. Are. Mine," Sarah answers. Each word punctuated by a soft kiss in a different place on Paige's body. Paige blushes as she realizes how much she likes the possessiveness of Sarah's words.

"But are we.... Are we...." Paige struggles to ask what she wants to ask. She feels dumb for wanting to know. Like a silly high-school kid again. Sarah quickly silences her, putting a finger on Paige's lips. Sarah slowly runs a hand along Paige's face, down her neck, over her breasts. Her hand comes to a rest on Paige's thigh, as she leans in close, giving her a long passionate kiss.

"We don't need to label things just yet. For now lets just say we can pick this up again when I get back OK? I'll be cold. Need someone warm in my bed when I get back," Sarah explains to Paige. She gives Paige a few tender, teasing touches before she walks away to finish getting ready.

As Sarah goes back to her preparations Paige feels some of the earlier confidence edging back in. Paige takes a cute photo. Her hair messy, the sheets rumpled, and her fingers in the same vulgar V gesture with her tongue out. Quickly sending the photo to NightSiren before she loses her nerve.

NightSiren quickly replies, "Wow, looks like someone had a good night."

"Incredible. The best night ever," Paige writes back. She still can't believe it happened. It wasn't exactly like her fantasy, but it was incredible. The smell stands out the most to her. None of her fantasies had any kind of smell. It's not that she thought Sarah was smelly, but it's just something that doesn't get captured in movies, or even porn. Something she hadn't thought about until she held Sarah in her arms, her face buried in her hair.

"Where did you get a Crimson Night shirt?" NightSiren asks. Her replies are coming fast, Paige doesn't think she's had a conversation this long with her yet.

"My friend let me wear it to spend the night," Paige replies. She hugs the shirt, sniffing it to see if it smells like Sarah. It doesn't. Just sweat and whiskey. That's some of what Sarah smells like sure, but some core part of it is missing. Something Paige can't quite pin down. Some core human element. Maybe because Paige is wearing the shirt and not Sarah, her nose blind to her own scent.

A few minutes later NightSiren send a pair of photos of her own back. The first one is her wearing a similar shirt from the same band, the second with the shirt lifted to show off her gorgeous breasts.

"Look she has the same band on her shirt," Paige calls out. She holds out the phone with the fully clothed photo of NightSiren, showing the photo to Sarah.

"Oh she does," Sarah says. She leans in closer taking a look. "Her username is a reference to one of their songs too."

"I had no idea. I don't really know the band that much," Paige admits. She feels a bit silly, suddenly acutely aware of how many years are between her and Sarah.

"They would have been before your time when they were big I guess," Sarah quickly adds. Trying to comfort Paige, as she finishes up her packing.

Just as Sarah finishes her final preparations Paige gets a bold, sexy idea.

"Help me take a picture real quick," Paige says. Quickly handing Sarah her phone, knowing her courage will run out any moment. Paige stands against the bed, bending over the mattress. She slides her panties to the side. Her wet, pink, pussy on full display. Sarah takes her time taking photos from different angles. Getting down on her knees to take photos from a low shot. Sarah gives Paige a soft kiss on her exposed labia, and a soft squeeze on the ass. She returns the phone to Paige, and gives her a quick hug before heading for the door.

"Can I stay in your bed for a bit? I'm not ready to get up yet," Paige asks. She gives a cutesy look to Sarah, begging.

"Of course. You have a key. Make yourself at home," Sarah says. She gives a quick wave and heads out through the garage door.

Alone in Sarah's apartment, Paige snuggles back into the bed. Enjoying the feeling of being so close to Sarah even if she isn't here anymore. Grabbing her phone off the table she sends the best photo of the set to NightSiren. Shortly NightSiren responds by sending a sizable tip.

A few minutes later Paige gets a video clip in her inbox of NightSiren slowly working her fingers in and out of her soft, wet pussy. Surrounded by the plush bedding, no longer wanting to just go back to bed, Paige begins to get naughty ideas.

Quickly stripping off her panties, Paige begins to record a video of herself humping Sarah's pillow to completion. When she's finished, she sends the video to NightSiren. Wrapping herself up in the soft warm blankets she settles back into the bed. Last night was incredible, but today was shaping up to be fun as well. Laying in Sarah's comfortable bed, Paige continues her erotic exchange with the strange internet woman.

Paige spends the morning exchanging sexy words with NightSiren. Her confidence growing with each message. She takes one final picture to send. Carefully framing her fingers as they exit her sloppy wet pussy. Paige looks around and blushes at the mess shes made in Sarah's bed. But not unhappy about it either. She gets up, stretching as she slowly walks naked to Sarah's en-suite bathroom.

The tiles are warm beneath her feet. The bathroom is amazing. Like the rest of the house it's fancy in functional ways, but not flashy. An air of understated wealth. Sarah seems to be someone who enjoys quality and comfort, but not showing off. Distracted by thoughts of who exactly Sarah is, Paige is shocked when she sits on the toilet and finds the seat warm.

Her first thought was that it was still warm from Sarah. But that doesn't make any sense. She stands up and looks over the seat and toilet. Quickly she realizes the seat is heated, just like the floor. Some voyeuristic part of her is sad at the realization, wishing it had been Sarah. She spends a few minutes standing in front of the toilet looking at all the features on the little control panel. Theres a bidet, a dryer, a seat warmer, even a night light. Distracted by the fancy toilet, Paige gets brought back to the task at hand when she accidentally leaks a little. Her pee running down her legs, dripping on Sarah's nice floor. She quickly sits down, her leak becoming a full stream before she's even fully seated. In the quiet house the splashing sounds seem so loud. Paige is glad Sarah wasn't here to hear her do a racehorse impression in her bathroom, and to see her piss all over.

Paige tries out the bidet. Letting the powerful stream clean away the sloppy mess between her legs from this mornings activities. She grabs some toilet paper and wipes up the pee from her legs, and the spots from the floor and toilet. Next she checks out the fancy whirlpool bath. Looking at all the jets and features she's never used before, Paige decides a nice long soak is exactly what her hangover needs. Paige begins to open various drawers and cabinets looking for a towel. She finds the towels, and also the nearly empty bottle of whiskey from the night before tucked inside with them. That's not where she remembers it ending up, but last night was kind of a blur.

She unscrews the cap, and finishes the last of the strong liquor. It burns her mouth more than she remembers, causing her to clench her jaw and draw in a strong hiss of air through her teeth. Setting the empty bottle on the counter she grabs out a towel and begins to fill the bathtub. Paige makes a note to clean up after herself, she didn't exactly have permission for this. She wasn't told she couldn't either, but cleaning her used towel and throwing away her trash was the least she could do to be a good guest.

Paige lays in the tub, soaking in the hot water as the jets massage her aches away. She continues to send messages back and forth with NightSiren. Sending a few sexy bath photos, and getting some very intimate photos in return. Paige finds a jet that's just in the right spot, and hooks her legs over the side of the tub to hold her in place. It doesn't take long for the jet to work it's magic. Paige feels the rush of orgasm again, she's had so many this morning she's lost count now. She takes another photo of herself, a nice high selfie that captures her flushed face, and enough of whats happening with the jet to tell a story. Very quickly after sending it, NightSiren sends back a tip. Paige has been sending photos without the explicit promise of money, but NightSiren has been sending tips for photos she really likes.

As she relaxes in the hot water she starts to wonder about this whole situation again. It was fun and exciting, but what was the deal with it? Paige adds up the total for all the tips and her stomach feels uneasy when the total gets up to just over $20k. Her heart sinks as she thinks about it more. What if this woman wasn't OK? Paige had considered the money might be stolen, or fraud, and hadn't touched it just in case. But she hadn't considered other possibilities until now. What if NightSiren was someone who had some kind of spending problem and couldn't stop? Or she was having some kind of mental break, or maybe even some kind of dementia? NightSiren didn't seem old enough for dementia Paige thought, but it can also happen early cant it? Paige knew some stuff about medicine and health, but her specialization was more in microbiology and infectious disease research. She was more of a lab assistant at this point in her career at any rate. So while maybe there was a chance she could setup a machine to do some kind of testing, she had no idea about actual diagnosis.

Not that it mattered what exactly was wrong really. Paige suddenly felt a deep guilt over all of this. It made too much sense. If it wasn't some kind of fraud or crime she was taking advantage of someone. That was the only reasonable explanation. She got caught up in the thrill of it all and just didn't consider the possibilities. Paige sighs and sinks back under the water, soaking her hair and rinsing the shampoo out it. No matter the reason, she knew her next mission was to talk to NightSiren and find out the truth. Probably give back all the money too, she thought grimly. As much as she wanted it, needed it, she couldn't keep it.

Paige didn't bring any fresh clothes up with her, so she wraps herself in the towel and prepares to head back to her apartment to get dressed. On her way she grabs the empty whiskey bottle off the counter and takes it to the kitchen. When she goes to put it in the recycling bin she sees an identical bottle. The bottle in the recycling bin was the one from last night, she was sure of it. The corner of the label ripped off where Paige had been fidgeting with it as Sarah told a story last night. She briefly wonders how this one ended up in the bathroom then, but quickly drops it in the bin as the chill starts to set in against her wet skin.

Once down in her own apartment, Paige quickly gets dressed. She carefully dries and styles her hair. Puts on a little bit of makeup. Not so much to look nice, but more because the longer she takes getting ready the more she can put off the hard conversation to come.

Taking one last look at the tips Paige considers if she really wants to do this. That money could really get her above water on her student debts. But she knows she can't keep it. Paige may be in financial need, but she wasn't evil. She couldn't really consider doing that to someone who may not be in control of their spending or may not be mentally capable of making those decisions. That didn't mean she didn't feel a pang of sadness at the idea of it going away.

She messages NightSiren, "Hey, can we talk? Like a call or something?"

"Why whats up?"

"I just really need to talk to you. It's... important," Paige messages. She hopes her tone is coming across in text. It's hard over text, and she really needs to just speak with this woman face to face.

Almost immediately Paige gets an incoming video call. She clicks accept and is stunned by what she sees. At one point Paige had thought NightSiren might be Sarah, but had decided she couldn't be. If there was still any doubt, it was gone now. All the videos and photos they'd exchanged up until now had been dark, intense moments. Close up shots, shot in beds and under the covers. Paige had never seen the woman in full until now. Certainly Paige hadn't seen her face, but this was also the first time seeing a whole picture of her.

NightSiren was strikingly beautiful. She looked to be in her 40s, like Sarah. Her long blond hair, perfectly styled and put together. The next thing Paige noticed was her makeup. Beautiful winged eyeliner, bold red lipstick that reminded Paige of Sarah's hair. NightSiren had a dark red gemstone earing in one ear, nearly form fitting leather clothing, and a simple strand of pearls around her neck. Behind her was a sleek modern kitchen. Black stone counter tops, with nice fixtures and cabinets that looked like something out of a home and garden show.

NightSiren looks so much different than the mental image Paige had of the woman she had been exchanging photos with. To the point that she just sat there stunned, simply looking at the woman.

"Vix?" NightSiren asks finally. The long awkward silence clearly getting to her. It takes Paige a moment to even realize that she means her. That VixenPhantasmal is the name she uses.

"Sorry... you just.. You're so different than I was expecting," Paige admits. Feeling a flush creep into her face Paige hopes the camera doesn't pick it up too much.

"Oh yeah, I bet. You caught me on the way out for day just now, I'm not normally this put together," NightSiren replies with a gentle laugh.

Paige sighs and decides to just blurt it all out at once. How she was worried that she might be taking advantage of the woman. Taking money that NightSiren can't really afford to give. How she's worried the money might be fraud or stolen otherwise, and how even if none of that is true she doesn't feel right taking money from her when she doesn't even know her name. Not that kind of money at least.

After a long pause NightSiren finally finds her words

"Look, Vix, it's OK. I don't do names, that's on purpose. The anonymity is the point. As to the rest, don't worry about it. I'm perfectly healthy. I'm a big girl, and I can spend my money on what or who I want," NightSiren says. She gives Paige a gentle smile. "And I want to spend it on you."

"It's just... too much. It's too much money. If it had been a reasonable amount I wouldn't worry about it," Paige says. Struggling to put her emotions into words properly.

"What would you consider a reasonable amount? We've exchanged so many photos and videos, I can't just not give you something in return," NightSiren says. Her voice gentle in a way that starts to put Paige at ease. Paige continues to struggle, embarrassed and shy.

"I don't like gifts. Handouts. I don't like to feel like I owe people," Paige admits. She blushes harder, determined to get her feelings across. The idea of still getting paid certainly has her attention. "But yeah... I guess I also wouldn't want to just give those photos away. They're so... so personal."

"So a reasonable amount, like what?" NightSiren says. Continuing to press her question.

"I don't know," Paige replies. She bites her lip nervously as she considers. "One hundred?"

"Vix, more than that. Come on now," NightSiren says. Her tone reminding Paige of a teacher trying to coax the correct answer out of a child.

"Two? Maybe... Three hundred?" Paige finally answers. She feels nervous. A little bit hopeful, but mostly just wants this to be over with. People being kind to her never sits right with her. She worries that it's all going to turn on her somehow.

"Three hundred sounds fine to me." NightSiren replies quickly. Immediately she begins tapping away at her phone. Her movements causing the video feed to bounce around. When the video returns to normal Paige gets a notification. NightSiren has sent the new donation. Paige opens it up, preparing to refund the previous payments when her brain shorts out. NightSiren had sent three hundred... thousand.