Victoria began to think Sarah and Eddie weren't going to show up. She watched the clock in her kitchen blink to 9:18.
Nearly 20 minutes late, she thought, absentmindedly tugging at the sleeve of the thigh-length, red silk robe she wore.
Impatience gnawed at her, but she decided she'd wait until 9:30. If they weren't here by then, she'd call Sarah - once. She didn't want to think about what she'd have to do if Sarah didn't answer.
For a moment, the specter of doubt returned - the ghost of the shy, reserved woman she'd been just 24 hours earlier whispered in her ear, and she worried that she'd pushed Sarah too quickly. Pouncing on the young woman outside the party was one thing, but ordering her to bring her boyfriend over might prove to be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.
Just as suddenly, her misgivings blew away like leaves before a stiff breeze. The "new" Vicky spoke up, reminding her how wonderful it is to be in control; how good it felt to finally get what she wanted, and how hard she'd cum with Sarah's mouth on her. The tingle returned to her pussy.
"The die is cast," Vicky muttered, to no one. "Can't turn back now."
Without thinking, she stood and walked across the living room to look out the windows. A quick survey of the parking lot - at least what she could see of it - did not reveal Sarah's car. A low growl rumbled in Vicky's throat. She was about to turn away when the beams of headlights sliced through the darkness. A car pulled into view. It took a moment, but Vicky recognized it as Sarah's.
"That little bitch is in trouble," Vicky fumed.
Vicky watched as Sarah and Eddie exited the vehicle, and made their way toward the stairway leading to her apartment. Retreating from the glass, she checked the bedroom - making sure everything was ready. Before heading for the front door, she clicked "record" on her laptop computer's video making program, and once more eye-balled the angle of the camera. She leaned against a wall in the entranceway, anticipating the knock. When it came, she made them wait; counting to 10 before opening the door.
"You're late," Vicky snapped.
Sarah was about to reply, but closed her mouth.
"You aren't ready yet?" Eddie asked.
"What?" Vicky returned, confused.
"Aren't you going to the movies with us?" Eddie continued.
Vicky looked at Sarah, whose eyes were on the floor. A moment of silence passed between the three. Vicky used the time to examine Sarah's outfit. She'd dressed down, wearing ripped up jeans, and a hoodie. Vicky noticed she'd also worn the choker Vicky gave her. Eddie had on a t-shirt, jeans that looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks, and tennis shoes. His hair, however, looked clean, leading Vicky to suspect Sarah had made sure he showered today. Vicky was about to complement Sarah when she raised her chin. Gazing at Vicky, she mouthed a single word - please.
"Why don't you guys come in," Vicky suggested.
She led them into the living room, turned on the television - setting it on a baseball game - and handed the remote to Eddie as he sat down.
"I'll just throw on some clothes," Vicky said, heading for the bedroom. "Sarah, why don't you come help me pick out an outfit?"
Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then followed Vicky.
"Chicks," Eddie hooted, derisively.
After Sarah entered, Vicky swung the door closed, but then opened it again, leaving a three-inch gap. A smile crept over her lips as she turned to Sarah.
"I'm sorry," Sarah whispered. "I didn't know what..."
Vicky slapped her cheek - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to shock her.
"Get on your knees," Vicky ordered.
"Wha..." Sarah began, but was cut off by another blow - this one harder.
"I didn't tell you to speak, whore," Vicky said as Sarah rubbed her cheek.
"I can't," Sarah objected. "Eddie is right out there."
Vicky raised her hand a third time. Sarah brought up her arm to block the strike, and Vicky waited.
"Please," Sarah begged.
"On your fucking knees," Vicky told her, harshly enunciating each word.
Sarah sank slowly, bowing in front of Vicky.
"That's better," Vicky said, looking down at her. "Take off that sweatshirt."
As Sarah complied, Vicky reached out to cup her breasts, gently squeezing them through the t-shirt Sarah worn underneath. Vicky's hands drifted upward to Sarah's head. She wove her fingers into Sarah's hair, and pulled her forward.
"Eat my pussy," she said, quietly.
"No," Sarah said, trying to pull away. "Eddie's waiting."
"I'm not going to tell you again," Vicky said, her voice rising.
"Everything OK in there?" Eddie called from the living room. "You two gonna come out this year?"
"Coming in a couple minutes," Vicky answered, still grasping Sarah.
Gazing at Sarah, Vicky saw tears in her eyes.
"Get to work," Vicky told her.
Sarah pushed her face between Vicky's legs. She discovered the latter wasn't wearing panties, and she thrust her tongue against Vicky's moist lips. Vicky moaned as Sarah probed her.
"Ohhhh, that's it," Vicky cooed. "I've been missing that mouth since this morning."
Sarah's hands slid up the back of Vicky's legs. Reaching her ass, Sarah clawed at the cheeks, dragging her nails over Vicky's flesh. Vicky released Sarah's head and slipped off her robe, letting the thin fabric float to the floor. Nude now, she pinched her own nipples as Sarah pleasured her.
The combination of Sarah's mouth, and the power Vicky felt exercising her dominance of Sarah, seemed like an electric current; the stream coursed through Vicky's body, and she trembled. Feeling the tightness growing in the pit of her stomach, she tried to steady herself; clutching at Sarah's shoulders.
"Make me cum, baby," Vicky hissed. "Please, make me cummmm..."
It took only another minute and mere electricity turned into an orgasmic bolt of lightning, exploding her senses. Her body convulsed violently, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Without the support of Sarah's hands on her ass, Vicky would've collapsed to the floor as she came. Her mind went blank, and the world around her disappeared. Her strength drained away and she slumped over Sarah.
"I've got you," Sarah said, softly, removing her mouth from Vicky's cunt.
Rising to a crouch, she hugged Vicky, and guided her to the bed, letting her flop onto her back as she continued to quiver. Sarah sat next to her, stroking her hair.
"That was so good," Vicky managed to say, taking hold of Sarah's hand.
"Can we go to the movie now?" Sarah asked, warily.
"I want to make you cum first," Vicky said.
Sarah deflated.
"I don't want..." she began. "I mean...I don't need to cum."
"Of course you do, my dear," Vicky said, slowly rolling to the edge of the bed and cautiously rising to her feet. "Get on your knees and push your jeans down."
"Eddie's waiting," Sarah reminded her.
"And, he'll keep waiting," Vicky said, reaching into the drawer of her nightstand.
