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Chris 11

Chris 11

by yogma
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Chris

Finding the strength to love.

Day One - A Damsel in Distress

Chris sat in a corner booth of the bar by herself and took a slug of her beer. It was Friday evening and she was tired, both mentally and physically. Today had been a tough and long day.

Like most of the others in the bar, Chris worked construction on the new tower block that was going up a couple streets over and whilst her shift was due to have ended three hours earlier, when it came to pouring concrete, the shift didn't actually end until the pour was finished. A breakdown of the concrete pump had delayed the work for over four hours, and whilst they had made up some time, it was still 8:00pm before they could actually knock off for the day.

Normally at the end of the shift, Chris would head straight back to the apartment she rented, but with the way the day had gone, she just needed to unwind a little first. So she had joined the rest in the bar, just for a quick beer, or maybe two.

She ran her hand through her close-cropped hair, sighing at how tired she felt, and took another sip. The cropped hair wasn't a fashion statement, rather it was simply an acknowledgement that no hairstyle survived for very long beneath a construction hard-hat, especially in this heat. Besides, she had never seen the point of long hair, it was just a pain to manage.

Slowly scanning the bar, Chris reflected that it had definitely known better days. There was paint peeling in places and everything just looked a little bit grubby. However, the place was currently buzzing with people and energy and no one else seemed to mind the dΓ©cor as long as the beer kept flowing. She guessed it must have been a real lifeline to the owners when the bar had become the unofficial hangout for the various crews working on the tower.

Even though the place was packed, Chris had still been able to find a booth where she could sit by herself. She preferred to be left alone and had been working with most of the guys long enough that they had finally gotten the message. It wasn't that she didn't get on with the other guys, she got on just fine with most of them, tolerated the majority of the rest and only had a problem with a couple of them. It was just that she preferred her own company.

She was just deciding if she wanted a second beer when she heard a woman cry out in surprise and indignation.

Glancing up she saw a familiar scene over by the bar, as a group of guys were causing trouble for a woman who had the misfortune to catch their attention. Typically, the guys were acting as though it was just a bit of harmless fun, but the woman had just realized there was a nasty undercurrent to their "fun".

Looking closer she recognized the ringleader, Frank Barr, the asshole-in-chief himself. She had a few run-ins with Frank in the past. He was the sort that always took things too far, and when somebody ended up hurt, which they nearly always did, he would act all innocent, "it had only been a bit of fun". She tended to keep her distance from him and in turn he normally had enough sense to keep away from her. Frank liked his victims to not be able to fight back and preferably when he had other people to back him up.

Chris glanced at the woman, she looked completely out of place in the bar. Amongst all the burly men in their dirty and ripped work clothes, her slenderness, clad in designer jeans and pristinely clean t-shirt looked completely out of place. It was like finding a rare and vibrant orchid amongst the weeds and brambles of a refuse tip.

If the woman had any sense, she would get out of here as fast as she could thought Chris as she went back to contemplating whether she needed another beer or not. A couple minutes later she was brought out of her pondering once again when there was another cry from the direction of the bar. This time there was a definite note of unease in the voice.

Frank and his cronies had surrounded the woman and one even had a grip on her arm. Things were about to get ugly fast.

For the briefest of moments Chris wondered if she could ignore what was about to happen but then felt disgusted at herself when she noticed that everyone else seemed to be asking themselves the same question. In a close community like this, it didn't pay to make enemies. Unfortunately, Chris had always had trouble learning that particular lesson and also had a deep-seated loathing for bullies.

Giving a large sigh, Chris set her nearly empty beer bottle down and began to make her way towards the trouble.

As she got closer, she began to pay more attention to the woman. Despite now looking scared, she was still undeniably attractive. Very slim, but good curves where it mattered and long blonde hair that fell most of the way down her back. No wonder she had attracted Frank's attention.

Striding up to stand between Frank and the woman, Chris demanded angrily, "What the fuck are you doing messing with my girl!"

She turned briefly to glare at the guy that was holding the woman's arm and saw that he had the good sense to let her go. Rounding again on Frank, "Well?"

"She's with you?!" Franks happy nastiness had instantly flashed to anger at being challenged in front of his hangers-on.

"Of course she is with me. You don't suppose She's here for a limp dick loser like you, do you?"

"Fuck you dyke!!" shouted Frank taking a step towards her, anger blazing in his eyes.

"Not even in my worst nightmare bitch" she shot back, "So, why don't you go fuck off and circle-jerk with your bum-boys somewhere else"

She could hear quiet laughter from some of the guys around them and judging by the way his face had gone bright purple, Frank could hear the laughter as well.

Chris stood her ground as Frank took another step towards her.

"Bitch!" he always had been an eloquent bastard.

Just as Frank was about to let loose with another insightful remark, a hand dropped on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Frank spun to confront whoever had the nerve to lay hands on him but then stopped when he saw that the hand belonged to Sam Storrer.

Sam was a true giant of a man. From a distance he might look like a normal man, albeit a bit bulky, but it was only when you were up close to him that you realized that he was every inch of the 6' 8" his work file claimed he was.

"Leave it Frank. Chris is good people" Sam's voice was deep and carried weight, even when he spoke softly, which he nearly always did.

Frank looked at Sam then glanced at Chris, fury clear on his face. She could see that he was conflicted, but not even he was fool enough to mess with Big Sam, however he couldn't be seen to back down in front of the others.

Although in the end he didn't really have a choice.

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"Fucking bitch! She's not worth the trouble anyway" he mumbled as he pushed his way out of the crowd that had gathered around them.

Chris looked to Sam and gave him a brief nod of thanks. In return Sam gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.

She wouldn't exactly call Sam a friend, she really wasn't close enough to anyone to call them that, although she did respected Sam, partly because he was a good worker and partly because he generally kept himself to himself. Though she would often tell herself that she wasn't interested in what people thought of her, there was definitely a part of her that hoped that Sam respected her as well.

Turning to the woman, "Come on babe, lets grab a seat." With that she took the woman's hand and led her back to the corner booth. Luckily the woman had enough sense to play along, especially as some of Frank's cronies were still watching them.

Back at the booth, Chris sat across from the woman and took the final sip of her beer whilst keeping an eye on the area of the bar that Frank had skulked off to.

"Thank you. I appreciate you coming to my rescue. I'm Rachel."

"Chris" Chris responded. As well as a look of relief in Rachel's expression, there was also a sparkle of excitement in Rachel's eyes that made Chris wonder if, even now, the woman actually realized just how close she had just come to getting into some serious trouble.

"Look, Frank maybe a coward when his cronies aren't around, but he does hold grudges. I'd suggest that you give it a couple minutes, to convince Frank you really are with me, then when things quiet down, quietly slip out the side door and be on your way." Then seeing Rachel give her a strange look, "Don't worry, I'll watch you leave and make sure nobody follows you."

Rachel looked unsure for a moment, as if the seriousness of the situation had just dawned on her. "It could have gotten that bad?"

Chris shrugged, "Most of the guys here are OK, but Frank is different. He's like a toddler prone to temper tantrums which makes him unpredictable. Maybe he just wanted to hassle you for a bit and would have let you go in return for a kiss. But sometimes Frank takes things too far."

The two women sat in silence for a while as Rachel contemplated what Chris had just told her.

"Will helping me cause you any trouble with him?" asked Rachel.

Chris gave a shrug and a half smile, "Frank is always trouble. But don't worry, I can handle him." However, what she didn't let on was that whilst she was confident that she could handle Frank in a fair fight, Frank never fought fair and never by himself. She would have to be on her guard for the next few days until Frank found somebody else to bully.

There was another lull in the conversation as the two women mulled over their own thoughts.

"So, can I buy you another drink, to say thanks?" asked Rachel finally

Chris's first instinct was to decline, but then thought "fuck it". It wasn't every day she got to spend time with such a good looking woman, and Rachel was certainly a good looking woman. So instead, she accepted the offer.

Rachel gave her a smile and went to stand to go to the bar before Chris stopped her. Instead, Chris beckoned to a passing waitress who came over immediately. No doubt the waitress was experienced enough to know that it probably wasn't a good idea for Rachel to go wandering through the bar by herself, considering what had recently happened.

Chris ordered herself another beer and Rachel asked for the same.

A fresh beer in hand, Chris leaned back into the booth's bench seat. She had been trying not to make it obvious that she was checking out Rachel as they had been waiting to be served, but it was hard. The woman wasn't just good looking, she was strikingly beautiful.

"So, how come you ended up walking into this place? As bad ideas go, it rates pretty highly on the dumb scale."

Rachel contemplated her answer for a while, a slight look of anger in her expression. "I think I got set up. Somebody's idea of a bad joke. I was told by somebody I work with that this was where the after-shoot party was, but I guess not."

"Some friend" commented Chris, "But what do you mean by an after-shoot party?"

"A fashion shoot" clarified Rachel. "We were filming a new urban-chic collection by an up-and-coming designer. The client wanted somewhere "authentic", a little run-down, to contrast with the clothes"

Chris reappraised the woman sitting across from her. "I'm guessing you weren't there just to provide the catering?"

"Um, no. I was one of the "clothe horses"... one of the models." For some reason Rachel seemed a little embarrassed to admit this.

Makes sense thought Chris, she certainly has the looks to be a model. She took another long sip of her beer and as she admired the view in front of her. It made the trouble with Frank almost worth it.

"Um... the guy at the bar, he called you a Dyke." Rachel seemed a little hesitant.

"Yes," replied Chris noncommittally.

"Are you?"

Chris sighed inwardly "Maybe not the word I would choose, but yes."

She knew her cropped hair, work clothes and lack of makeup made her look like a stereotypical Butch, even if she only looked that way because of the work she did, but she was still a little surprised Rachel had asked.

Rachel seemed to contemplate the answer and then seemed to be working up to her next question. Chris wondered which of the standard questions it was going to be; "So, when did you know you were gay?", "What's it like?" or even "I have a friend that is gay. Do you know them?" But when the next question came it wasn't one she had expected.

"So, are you single?"

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Chris took a moment to respond, temporarily caught off guard "Currently, yes." Although "currently" was certainly doing some heavy lifting, as she had been single for a few years now.

Rachel seemed to think on Chris's answer, then changed the subject.

"So, what do you do?"

Chris explained about her job in construction and then Rachel tried to explain what being a fashion model entailed. However, the more the two women talked, the more it became obvious that they lived in two completely separate worlds, neither of them having any real understanding about the other's lives. At various times each of them would find themselves surprised at what the other person considered a normal life.

As the conversation went on, Chris found herself becoming more relaxed in Rachel's company. She might not understand much of what Rachel was saying, but she was easy company to be with. The fact that she was also extremely attractive didn't hurt either.

Hmm, attractive? She was undoubtably good looking, but was Chris attracted to her? Ha, who was she kidding? A couple times she had caught her gaze dropping down to Rachel's body, wondering what she looked like beneath her t-shirt? Wondering what she would feel like? Of course she was attracted to her. Who wouldn't be? Still, it was a nice fantasy to have.

Shortly afterwards Rachel caught her off guard with another unexpected question out of left field.

"So, I was wondering... do you live close by?"

Chris's mind started to race with the possibilities that that question might imply. Considering what she had been daydreaming about, she was desperately trying to keep her expectations under control in case she was seriously misreading the situation. However, she couldn't help that her heart was now beating a little faster.

She looked at Rachel more closely. She was usually pretty good at picking up on signals, but she wasn't getting any from the other woman. Rachel was just watching her back, a simple uncomplicated smile on her face.

"Why?" She was stalling, suddenly cautious about misreading the other's intent.

"Well," replied Rachel instantly, "I thought we could go back to your place and maybe relax. Perhaps I would get the chance to thank you properly for what you did earlier... if you wanted?"

Rachel's smile was still open and honest, but there was now also a slight hint at mischievousness in her eyes.

Chris couldn't believe she had missed the signs. Up until this moment she would have put serious money on Rachel being straight.

"So, you're...?" her heart rate was noticeably faster now.

"I'm not keen on labels either, but you would probably call me "Bi", if that was what you were about to ask." Replied Rachel with a smile.

Fuck! Chris knew her luck wouldn't last. Of all the things, a LUG.

Still, she reasoned... a fuck was a fuck and her last fuck had been a long time ago now. Besides, it wasn't as though this was ever going to be more than a one-night thing, the two of them just didn't have anything in common.

Chris drained the rest of her beer in a single long gulp, "Yeah, I've got a place nearby, if you're interested?"

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Rachel, her smile getting warmer by several degrees.

******

Half an hour later Chris let them both into her apartment.

The apartment was on a temporary rent, because Chris tended to be a bit of a nomad, moving to wherever the next contract was. She had been here for the last year and in theory the contract she was working was scheduled to be ongoing for another three years. However, there were still plenty of unopened boxes scattered around the apartment that she hadn't gotten around to opening yet.

The place was kept clean and tidy enough, but it was simply a place where she came to rest and sleep. Even so, she couldn't help but feel that it suddenly felt somewhat drab and dingy now that Rachel was here.

Talking of dingy, Chris realized that she was still wearing her work clothes, was definitely dirty and probably even stank of sweat. She was the sort of person that wouldn't complain about having to wade through a mile of muck on site but insisted on cleanliness at home. Apparently that counted for double when she had guests around (which was practically never). Suddenly had an overwhelming need to get clean before anything serious started.

"You fancy a beer?" she asked Rachel, then got her one when she accepted. "I'll just be a couple minutes; I just need to get clean as I came straight from work."

In the bathroom she took a couple seconds to stare at herself in the mirror and was surprised to realize that she was actually nervous. It had been a while, and she was breaking her draught with someone as good looking as Rachel. However, the thought of what was likely to happen later was also getting her seriously aroused, so she quickly stripped off and got in the shower.

The water was just how she liked it, hot enough to relax tired muscles, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable. She had just began to lather up when she heard the shower door open.

"Room for one more?" The question was innocent enough, but there was nothing innocent about the look Rachel gave her as she stepped into the shower without waiting for an answer.

The sight of Rachel's lithe body had sent Chris's arousal soaring, the woman looked amazing naked. She appeared fragile and delicate but moved with a sensual grace. Acting on instinct, Chris reached out and pulled Rachel in for an embrace before kissing her passionately. Rachel kissed her back eagerly, her mouth open and her tongue inquisitive.

Chris's passion rose quickly as she felt the other woman's soft, slim body press into her own slightly taller and harder body. Chris now had both of Rachel's buttocks clasped in each of her hands as she drew their hips closer together, feeling the pressure on her groin.

Suddenly kissing wasn't enough. The intimate feel of Rachel's slim wet body against hers was intoxicating. Chris usually enjoyed a lot of foreplay when it came to sex, but here, in a confined space, a gorgeous naked woman in her arms as hot water rained down on them both, her emotions were quickly getting away from her. Taking Rachel by the hips, she turned her around and firmly backed her up against the wall of the shower. Rachel's gasp of surprise at being manhandled was quickly cut off by another passionate kiss.

Lowering a hand between Rachel's legs, Chris firmly cupped her perfect mound in her palm. Rachel gasped as Chris increased her pressure and then began firmly massaging her pussy. The gasp was a sign for Chris to switch her kisses to Rachel's neck, her hard passionate kisses as she enjoyed the touch of soft skin beneath her lips, making Rachel gasp again.

For a while Chris enjoyed finding out which combination of kisses and touches would make Rachel gasp the most, but listening to the increased noises of passion coming from Rachel was also sending her own arousal rocketing again. Chris shifted her hand and sent two fingers sliding between Rachel's outer lips to explore the soft flesh beneath. This time the gasp was much more of an "AHH". She briefly wandered how much of the heat and wetness her fingers now felt were Rachel and how much of it was the shower, she lowered her head and capturing one of Rachel's delicious nipples gently between her teeth before sucking it into her mouth.

At some point Rachel's arousal became Chris's. The more Rachel gasped and moaned the more Chris became aroused. Rachel had spread her legs slightly to give Chris better access, and Chris could feel Rachel's body quivering as she quickly rubbed her stiff fingers over the other woman's still hooded clit.

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