This Ella's story. She is real, as are Dani and Gabrielle. Part of the story is true... the rest is Ella's fantasy. I've reflected exactly what she told me. For those who don't enjoy stories with interracial lesbian domination or reluctance and coercion as their themes, thank you for stopping by but please pass on.
ELLA
The delightfully pretty Ella Parker was the cutest of twenty-one year olds.
Like most young girls of her age, she loved nice things. It didn't matter how much it cost, her wardrobe was full of shoes, clutches and pretty dresses. If she liked it, she bought it. She was outgoing, friendly, full of fun and always—always—she liked to catch the eye. The revealing clothes she wore ... the larger heels than were appropriate ... her body piercings ... and the exuberant way she invariably acted were all designed to attract attention.
Perhaps that behaviour was rooted in her troubled background? Inner City Croydon, where she had grown up, was one of the toughest parts of London.
Her mother still lived in the Greater London borough and Ella hadn't seen her dad in fifteen years. She hated him. Samuel Parker had brought her mother to England from Trinidad and a few years later the bastard had disappeared from their lives.
Being an only child, the mixed race girl had needed to grow up quickly. She'd been a member of a gang for as long as she could remember and had been in a relationship with one boy or another since she'd been fourteen. That was the way gangs worked and if you didn't comply ... well ... Ella had made sure she complied.
When she'd seen the future on the wall, she had decided to get out and make a fresh start. It was a mature approach for a girl her age but all her friends were either getting into trouble or starting to get pregnant. She wanted more. It hadn't been easy to escape that environment but it was the best thing she had ever done.
Brighton suited her down to the ground. The whole town had a laid back, cool, atmosphere. There was a hippy, music generated feel and there was always something going on. She discovered clubs, drugs and dancing until the sun came up. Life there made quite a contrast to the gang fights she'd left behind.
She'd even found a new boyfriend there. Marlon was black, easy going and protective but for whatever reasons it had been more of a fling than a relationship. Ella often wondered whether her life might have moved in a different direction had it become more serious.
But then she wouldn't have met Danielle had she still been with Marlon...
That night at the Honey Club had changed her life forever. The nightclub was a fun place to go, she'd been told. It had a great atmosphere. And so she'd tested out the recommendation one night. She'd loved the place—it had been vibrant, hot and played some great music.
She'd danced for a few hours, ignoring several attempts to chat her up. It hadn't taken her long to realise that the type of guys who frequented clubs were similar to those she'd left behind. She was moving forward, not back.
Dani had been as high as Ella when they'd bumped into each other. The young girl from Croydon had made her way outside for some much needed air and within a few minutes the Oriental woman had joined her for a much needed cigarette. They'd quickly and easily fallen into a conversation and it had quickly become clear that the two women had much in common.
When Ella had confided she was at the club on her own, Dani had insisted that she join up with her group of friends. They'd danced the night away.
Before they left the club, they had exchanged numbers and her new friend had subsequently assumed a protective role. She would regularly telephone Ella to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't staying in on her own, and that she joined them whenever she and her group of friends were having a night out.
It was a couple of months after that when their relationship changed ... the night they'd gone to the Volks club. It was different to many of the other clubs— dirty, grimy, small, dark, sweaty—and played much heavier dance music. Most revellers were taking some sort of drugs but even that had a benefit. There was rarely any trouble and people could more or less do what they wanted.
Ella loved the place.
DANIELLE
"I love it here," Ella shouted into Dani's ear.
They'd been dancing for at least a couple of hours and the heavy beat of the music was thumping around their ears. The speakers beside the dance floor vibrated with full on bass and smoke billowed from the machines above them. Everyone in the club was high and life had never felt so good.
A guy who'd tried to cut in on them had made a suggestive remark about the way they were dancing close to each other. They'd laughed at him and begun to dance even more suggestively together.
"Me too..." Dani shouted back.
The Oriental girl looked hot tonight. Her tiny white camisole top revealed her wonderfully toned stomach and that tiny black skirt flounced around the top of her light brown thighs as she snaked her body to the beat.
She linked her arms around Ella's neck and rested forehead on forehead, her gaze staring directly into the younger girl's. Dani's deep soulful brown eyes had always given Ella goosebumps ... but now there was a look in them that the younger girl hadn't seen before.
"What?" she mouthed, giving her friend a puzzled stare.
Dani simply took her hand. "We need some air."
They made their way outside without another word. The fresh night air cooled their overheated bodies but not the fires within. Dani glanced at her again. Her luminous eyes were sending signals that Ella didn't fully understand. In an attempt to break the silence, she leant against her friend to whisper in her ear.
Dani misread the movement. Or had this been the moment she'd been waiting for?
Her hand snaked around Ella's neck, pulling her into a long kiss.
For a moment or two, the younger girl was shocked. Then her natural instincts took over. It could have been the drugs, pushing her nerve endings to the edge, but she couldn't resist. She tilted her head and snaked her pierced tongue into Dani's mouth as her friend's soft lips practically devoured her.
She'd kissed girls before, of course, but that had mainly been to impress the guys. Those times had been nothing like this. Dani's hand was pulling her closer, deeper, teasing her and at the same time testing out her position. She had no idea how long they made out, but every part of her body was tingling when Dani eventually took her hand and led her back to the dance floor.
She stumbled along after her friend. She was so high on drugs, alcohol and her newfound arousal that it felt as if the floor was moving. Even the walls seemed to bounce and sway to the heavy rhythm of the music. The whole room seemed to be swimming, every touch as she brushed past caused tingles to run up her spine.
And then, in the middle of the dance floor, they were making out again...
Dani entwined her leg between Ella's thighs as they swung and swayed their bodies to the music. Her hands were in the younger girl's hair, ruffling it, curling it around her fingers, holding her head in position as their lips crashed into each other's again. She was sending out a message that she was the one in control.
Some people around them were staring while others were completely lost in their own drug-fuelled world. They couldn't care less. They were exhibitionists, yes, but they could have been in the room alone for all they knew. All that mattered were their soft lips and the way their bodies rubbed against each other.
Dani took more and more control until the club eventually began to close. Their actions had become more intimate as the night had worn on and it occurred to Ella that what had begun as a heavy make-out session had turned into foreplay...