My thanks to my darling Pixie for her help with editing this story
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June phoned Pixie twice more that afternoon, but to no avail. She had left messages each time, but no answer? Her thoughts were all over the place, now three days and not a word.
Had she had an accident? No, surely someone would have contacted her. June's stomach sank. She recalled that just before she left for Paris, she and Pixie had a huge row, mainly about her past love. Yes it had been a long time ago but June still felt as though it might have left a longing in her little lover.
Although sceptical, June was due to meet Cara in the bar at about seven o'clock.
Just a drink, she thought, what harm could that do?
Relatively new to relationships, June was somewhat naive about Cara's intentions. She knew she was gay but just thought this was a chance to develop a friendship.
"Well if Pix is out enjoying herself," she thought, "so can I."
It was a hot evening so she took a quick shower, and changed into something light. A Maisie Wilen, slim fit mini dress with high neck, deciding a bra was not necessary but just a Chantelle pair of panties to cover any accidental weaknesses.
Already five foot nine in bare feet, the two inch heels made her look stunning. She glanced at herself in the mirror, did a twirl, picked up her phone with room key and walked out the door.
Walking into the bar, Cara was on a stool chatting to the barman. A glass of champagne in front of her.
"Oh my goodness, June. You look absolutely stunning" as she gave her a kiss on the cheek, to which June responded likewise.
"Thank you, that's a great compliment coming from you."
"I must say you look pretty awesome yourself," looking at the Dior dress wrapped round Cara's perfectly framed body.
"Champagne?"
"Oh yes please!"
The two chatted freely about modelling, fashion and the strain of travelling. All the while Cara was inching closer with her hand now on June's arm and running it up and down.
"I thought we might go clubbing," said Cara, "would you like to? I have special free entry at High Club on Promenade des Anglais."
"That sounds fun, it's been a while since I danced though."
"Great, let's grab a cab then." She picked up her things, grabbed June's hand and took her outside.
"High club on Promenade des Anglais," please she spoke to the cab driver.
Sitting in the back, Cara turned to June and kissed her.
The response at first was both cold and restrictive but with three glasses of champagne in her and a somewhat confused state of mind, June opened her mouth and took Cara's tongue. It felt strange but wonderful. Their hands were all over each other. Cara slowly running her hand up June's leg, as June began to massage Cara's perfect breasts. The tension was electric. Even the cab driver looking through his rear view mirror was excited, desperately trying to keep the cab on the road.
Tongues raced about and forced into mouths, and taste buds began to enjoy new flavours.
Within twenty minutes they were at the club door. Giggling and laughing with excitement. June felt free, she was wild. They got out of the cab, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. Cara pulled June to her and gave her a long, lingering kiss, her hands cupping June's perfect bum. June pressed against her.
The two enjoyed the dancing. June was, Cara said, a "natural," and it was certainly the case that the two gorgeous models dancing with each other attracted admiring attention.
By eleven o'clock, they were thoroughly giggly, and, fuelled by more champagne, June's defences were down. Cara, an experienced seductress, chose her moment.
"Why don't we go back to my room and relax?"
June thought "why not?" She said so.
In the taxi on the way back, she and Cara were all over each other, so much so that the taxi driver said he didn't need paying, he'd had a great view.
Back at the hotel, as the lift went up to Cara's suite on the top floor, June had a moment of clarity. What the hell was she doing? So Pixie had not responded to her messages? There could be plenty of reasons, she argued. "Like what?" the impatient part of her replied. "Come on girl, have some fun, it isn't as though Pixie would need to know? Would she even mind if she did?"
But June's better self argued back. Pixie was the love of her life, she could not betray her, not and remain June. Above all, she was still just June.
Cara's tongue pressed into her mouth, her hands gripped June's perfect ass when
there came a loud *ping* from June's phone. Suddenly sober, June knew, she just knew that something was wrong and that it was Pixie.
"I have to take this," June said, detaching herself from Cara. The screen lit up. It was a text. She opened the phone and her heart almost stopped as she read the words:
"One million pounds by next week or that slut Pixie dies."
June screamed. She shook. She went into hysterics as she dropped the phone.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO."
Cara grabbed the phone, read the text and sobered up herself.
"We are out of here, come with me," and grabbing June's phone and her hand, she steered them both back to the lobby, where a doorman hailed a cab.
"Back to the hotel Plaza, and fast," Cara said to the driver.
Turning to June she said:
"Right June, we are going straight back to the U.K."
"But, but, but."
"No buts, I've been here before, my sister was kidnapped a couple of years back, and I know someone at Scotland Yard, I'm coming with you," she said, holding her tightly. "Gather your things and meet me at reception in ten minutes."
Tears running down her face and still shaking, as they got back to her hotel, June raced to her room, threw everything in a bag and ran back out.
In the meantime Cara had phoned her friend, Anne, a Detective Inspector at the Yard, explained the situation and asked if they could meet at Heathrow when they landed.
"I'll text you once I know which flight."
"OK see you later," said Anne, "in the meantime, we're going to check on the house and see what we can find."
Cara paid June's bill, and before June had recovered her wits, looked up the next flight to Heathrow from Charles du Gaulle airport and booked the one that left in eighty minutes. She phoned the airport and booked two first class tickets.
In the cab to the airport June began to gather her thoughts. It had been a frantic thirty minutes.
"Oh Cara, thank you, how can I ever repay you? One minute we were about to, well who knows, but it would have been fun, and now there is this disaster. Thanks for helping."
"June darling, yes I wanted you, yes I wanted to make love to you. I'd still love to, but I could see you wavering, and I see now what Pixie means to you. You'd have been a great fuck, and I do love fucking - and if you and Pixie ever...."
June, now sober, smiled.
"Pixie and I will never part, we must get her back. And yes, in the end, I'd have hated myself - though you know you are extremely attractive.'
Cara smiled. Sure, she would love to have fucked June, but she was seeing in June what Pixie saw, that June who had conquered the fashion world and won peoples' hearts by her straightforward personality. She liked that in June, and she would, she decided, never put a friendship at risk for a one-night stand.
They hugged again - firm friends, but no more than that.
On the flight, June tried to still her anxiety by thinking about the first day she and Pixie had made love: the soak in the bath at Pixie"s house, after they met at the, now refurbished, Hoff Centre. Then Pixie trimming and then shaving her pussy. She sighed as she recalled the way she had caught Pixie playing on her bed and sucking her fingers, and at how she had tasted Pixie for the first time kissing her lips and exploring her mouth, before moving down the body to taste what was her life's nectar. And then, oh bliss, she had made love to a woman for the first time, licking and lapping at Pixie's juices, flicking her clit with her tongue and darting inside her as juices flowed from her, swallowing everything.
She thought of how she had finger fucked her until she spasmed at least three times before rubbing her own pussy on Pixie's face until she also shuddered with joy, and of how she had learned of Pixie's love for a spanking, and how it had got her so excited that she almost orgasmed after just a few slaps, until the control gained momentum.
She thought back at how they had fallen in love, how she had become famous and all this time her Lady Pixie had remained in the back ground, while fame and fortune lay at her feet. Pixie was truly an amazing woman. Now the guilt of almost having cheated on her set in and June began to cry. Knowing that whatever happened she would find her true love. Never again would she allow herself to get so vulnerable.
The plane landed on schedule and a police car drove up to the steps as soon as it stopped on station. Cara and June were immediately escorted off by two junior officers leaving the remainder of the passengers wondering what was going on.
Cara hugged Anne at passport control and introduced June. They set off as June explained the situation.
"I've heard nothing more than the text" she said in total panic. "Please find her, please!"
Anne explained what was going to happen, they would go to June and Pixie's home and wait further instructions, in the meantime officers of Anne's squad would start an investigation.
"Do you know of anyone who could do this?"
"No, Pixie is the sweetest, kindest person in this world. You must find her, I'll pay anything they want."
At the house there was no sign, but the door was unlocked and the kitchen looked as if it had been left in a hurry, stale milk on the table, dirty dishes and the radio still on.
Another text arrived.
"Get the money by midnight tomorrow and await further instructions."
June phoned her bank and arranged the cash, that was one thing easily solved. June's account was bursting with cash.
By now the Police were in full flow. They had interviewed everyone Pixie knew as well as all June's contacts, little emerged however.
There was a glimmer of hope. Apparently Mary and Billy, who ran the Hoff centres told the police that a young couple, Joe and Rose, from the streets had been asking about June and Pixie, wanting to know what they were up to and where they lived. they knew them, as in fact did June, many days and nights were spent together huddled under a bridge trying to keep warm.
"But where were they now" asked June, "they can't be far away."
A full police search began, it was a waiting game. It wasn't long before Ella arrived, worried sick about her sister.
June introduced Cara, explaining how helpful she had been, but made no reference to their time in Nice, for obvious reasons.
Cara looked at Ella, Ella looked at Cara. Had they met before June wondered.
Despite just shaking hands, there seemed to be a familiarity between each of them and Cara had that look of satisfaction.
It was about midnight when the police radios started to buzz, with lots of activity between the officers at the house.
Anne came to June who was sitting in the kitchen with Ella having a cup of tea.
"We've found Joe and Rose with another person called Scratch, they are in a disused factory on the outskirts of town. We are pretty sure that is where they have Pixie. Hold your nerve, we will get her back."
"I am coming," said June.
