For those of you used to my other stuff, this is pretty much straight up porn. So no whining. This story came out of my second piece of work - “The Tease”.
I want to thank Colleen Thomas for all her insights and advice for improving this story.
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The door to the apartment opened. The first woman in was petite and thin. Her hair was jet black, and a medium length wavy. The clothes she wore capitalized on her exotic beauty. The woman’s skin was Mediterranean in colour and texture. Her tits were firm and not contained by a bra. The nipples were visibly poking at the thin green material of her shirt. Her black spandex pants were painted on well molded legs. Leather sandals displayed toes with darkly painted nails.
Turning to someone outside the door, the first woman reached out and pulled a second on into the place. This woman was almost the opposite of the person holding her hand. She was at least fifteen years older than the first. A good six inches taller, the second woman was blonde and wide across the shoulders and hips. She was large busted with a full ass. Her legs were of a piece with the rest of her, ample and shapely. She wore a cream coloured blouse with navy blue skirt. There were black stockings on her legs and expensive pumps on her feet. The skin on the blond’s face was streaked with recent tears and her blue eyes were mildly bloodshot. The woman had been crying recently.
“Well, what do you think Karen?” asked the small dark girl.
“It reminds me of where I lived when I was your age, Sasha.” came the reply.
The apartment was a small, neatly kept bachelor. The main piece of furniture was a large futon spread out in the living room. A four drawered dresser was against the wall next to it. On the opposite wall were two set of shelves. One set held some plants and a few books, the other had a small television, a sound system and CDs. Several posters were taped on the wall. The two women were standing in a short hall that had a tiny kitchen on one side and equally small bathroom on the other.
“Come on in and sit down,” Sasha invited. “I’ll get some thing to drink. You need it.”
Sasha moved into the kitchen thinking about the circumstances that led to this situation. Sasha worked in a strip club. Odd for a woman of her sexuality, but the money was good. And she didn’t need to worry about getting involved with a customer, most of the time.
Karen had come in, with a boyfriend of all things, several weeks before. Since she was working on a customer Sasha had not seen the fulsome blonde enter the club. So one of the other dancers had latched on to Karen first.
“
Bad luck for her
,” thought Sasha, “
but good for me. That woman was the deadliest tease on the planet.
” Man or woman, her fellow peeler could pour lust into them. “
Poor Karen never stood a chance.
”
The fatal redhead quickly got to do private dances for Karen. By the end of them Angel had her lush prey hooked.
Karen had started coming in alone, always getting her object of desire to perform for her. And like many beginners, she mistook professional skill for actual interest. Karen tried to get her fantasy figure as a lover.
The copper haired woman could have cared less. Her interest was power. And Angel was bored with the idea of love. So she had handed Karen off to Sasha. The black haired flirt had no objections whatsoever.
Sasha had been watching this drama with amusement and lust. Amusement because this was the first time she had seen this kind of passion play with players of this gender. Lust because she thought Karen was a delicious woman. “
So much fine flesh to be played with
”.
Sasha had moved in on Karen like a predator on a wounded calf. Karen was weeping when Sasha found her. It had been so simple to get the opulent woman to leave the club and come home. “
She thinks for comfort,
” went through Sasha’s head. “
And I’m going to comfort her until she can’t walk straight.
”
Karen went into the main room and flopped down on the futon. Her slumped shoulders told of how miserable she felt. Her mind wandered over recent events.
Karen felt she was getting old. The last couple of years she had been feeling more and more tired.
She had gone into finance after leaving university. It was interesting work, or had been. It kept her on the road a lot of the time, so her personal life suffered. She rarely met any single men, except where she worked. That, she found, was a bad idea. Inevitably work rivalry poisoned those relationships.
Her sex life as a result consisted mostly of infrequent one night stands. To say the least, this was less than satisfying.
And it had all begun to pall. She was tired of her work. She was tired of being alone. And Karen found she was even getting tired of men.
Her latest attempt at a relationship had been halfhearted. Sure, Tom was a nice guy, but he didn’t turn her on. She became bored almost immediately. That’s when Karen suggested going to a strip club. Anything to light a little fire.
“
I got what I asked for,
” Karen thought.
Once in the club, she had almost had second thoughts. She hadn’t expected how the ambiance of the place would affect her. It was so decadent. Karen found herself sitting agog, staring at everything. And to her surprise, staring at the women; barely dressed, all beautiful, and comfortable in a way Karen wasn’t. She found them fascinating, and attractive.
“
Then that woman came over. Damn, she was gorgeous. She knew it too.
”
Karen had tried to ignore the hot redhead, but the stripper made it impossible. When the sexy girl touched Karen’s arm, her heart fluttered. She had no choice but to accept the offer of a ‘special show’.
And that show was very special indeed. Karen was taken on a ride through Wonderland. Ten dances she had gotten. When it was over Karen had dragged Tom out of the private room and into the woman’s washroom. She had torn off her panties as soon as she got in the door. Locking themselves in a toilet, Karen had almost ripped Tom’s prick out of his pants, turned around and impaled herself on it. She had never been so horny in her life.
When they were done, they headed outside. They encountered Angel again and the sight of the tease and the kiss she blew sent Karen spiraling away again. They got to Tom’s car and spent the next hour screwing madly.
But all Karen could think of the whole time was the dancer.
It was all she could think about for days. Karen tried to fight it off, but the memory of the sight and feel of Angel kept coming back to her. Not being able to stand it any more, Karen returned to the club and got the fix she needed. She came back more and more often, reveling in the passion her redheaded fantasy could arouse.
Karen tried to meet Angel outside of work. Angel was having none of that. Karen finally realized that Angel only regarded her as easy pickings. When Angel walked away for the last time, Karen had cried, both for the loss she felt and the foolishness of her behaviour.
She was still at her table when Sasha had sat down next to her. A few quick words of comfort and Karen had found herself weeping on the dark woman’s shoulder. Once Karen stopped, Sasha said they should go somewhere private. They had gone to the VIP room, but Karen wasn’t interested. Neither, as it turned out, was Sasha. She just put her arms around Karen and hugged her tight, whispering solace into her ear. Karen hugged her back, glad that someone cared.
When Sasha suggested going to her place, Karen accepted, wanting more privacy and consolation. As Karen left the bar she encountered Angel and ignored her. “Bitch!” was her only thought. Karen waited outside in her car for Sasha and the pair of them headed to Sasha’s apartment.
Karen could now hear doors opening and closing in the kitchen. The sound of a knife working on a cutting board came next. Finally, Sasha emerged with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses in one hand. The other hand had a dish with a salt shaker on it, surrounded by lime slices.
“This should help,” declared Sasha. “Nothing rips away heartbreak like tequila. When done right.”
