HOW SHANE MET MARINA

Exhaustion lured at the edge of Shanes consciousness – and she was stoned like never before. Stoned and about to be beaten up by a guy as huge as a ***** house. Wasnt life just ***** grand?

Owing a particular brand of people money wasnt the best of ideas, borrowing new money to pay off the first debt yeah, you got it, stupid as ***** – especially when you are unable to keep money out of circulation for more than a minute. And now two sets of dangerous people chased her ***** and that meant that she was in even deeper ***** than before.

What she had believed was her only way out could easily turn out to be a hasta la vista, baby for good.

*****, I hope I Her thoughts were interrupted by a hard smack on the back of her head. The man yelled something, but the ringing in her head drowned everything, so hopefully it wasnt something important he wanted to say to her, like sorry, this is a mistake. Ill let you go now, – no, probably not. Well, why care anyway? This guy was about to radically mess up her face, so why listen to what he had to say while he did it?

Suddenly the man stopped thumping her head, and she sighed heavily in relief. Holy *****, the head still hurt like crazy, but it felt wonderful anyway!

A sharp female voice penetrated the internal ringing:
Move away from her, you stupid ox, or Ill make you regret the day your daddy fucked your mummy!

And then everything went mercifully black.

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Where the ***** am I? When Shane saw light again she found herself in a bed somewhere. Clean sheets, expensive taste in decor. Hmmm, it seems like I scored big last night. But the state of her body didnt indicate that she had ***** recently. No telling smells on skin or pleasant aches in intimate places – the aches she actually felt were a long way from pleasant.
What a damn waste of a decent bed.

So youre finally awake?

The voice startled her and she almost toppled out of bed. A woman framed by the doorway regarded her coolly, measuring her up like she was on sale or something. And in a way that was just what she was; on sale for the highest bidder. Maybe this woman gave the final bid last night and that explained why she found herself here this morning.
If I could just clear my ***** brain for a minute and remember what the ***** happened yesterday!

The woman was wearing close to nothing and had obviously just taken a shower. How are you feeling? The woman asked.

Fine, Shane answered with a voice even huskier than usual. I have fucked older women before, she took a closer look, and this one is quite *****. Nipples tightened, a sure evidence that she found the woman desirable – and fuckable. A seductive smile should get her a step closer to that goal. So she smiled.

Turn off the charm, kid. Are you hungry? The woman moved away from the doorframe and revealed a table on wheels covered with food.

Okay, no *****. Why the ***** am I here, then?

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They ate breakfast in silence. Shane kept her eyes on the woman during the whole meal. Damn, I havent tasted anything this great for years! she though while she stuffed herself with food like there was no tomorrow. And that could still easily be the outcome of today, if she wasnt careful.

And this woman was a mystery? Why am I here? What does she want with me? Though the look in the womans eyes told Shane that ***** was a possibility in the near future, and she was kinda looking forward to that, but after that?

Hmmm Suddenly the woman was behind Shane, purring in her ears. Call me, Francesca. The hot breath made Shanes skin tingle. Youre wondering why youre here? She continued. Let me tell you a story.

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*****, she had never been so turned on in her life! By words alone. And the story wasnt even about *****! And it gave no explanation whatsoever to why she was here – despite the promise!

The woman – Francesca- touched her several times during the story. Not overtly sexual, though. Instead she showered Shane with soft and gentle pads on arms, a thigh, an eyebrow – for some reason the woman seemed quite fascinated by her eyebrows.

One particular soft caress almost made her come on the spot; fingertips moved from her eyebrow, down the throat, lingering at her breastbone, moving further down her body, the valley between her breast, over her stomach before resting just below her navel.

Breathing became very difficult and it blew her mind that Francesca seemed so totally in control. An unusual behavior from the women whose beds she usually visited. She didnt know if she should be turned on or turned off by the fact.

A moan escaped her and she realized she didnt have much choice in the matter – okay, horny it is, then! And she gave herself permission to enjoy whatever was going to happen.

And the woman was ***** hot!

Her thoughts had been so preoccupied by the strangeness of the situation she was in, that she almost forgot Francescas fingertips skillfully mapping her body, but when they finally danced around in her crotch area, all her senses came to life with a yep, now were going somewhere! and her hips involuntarily bucked – searching, trying to catch those elusive tips where she wanted them to stay for a while – a long while. Oooh *****.

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Man, Im ruined. The ***** woman has ruined me!
After this she really had to redefine *****. She was incredibly and totally wasted. Outfucked. Completely satiated.

Except for one thing. She hadnt been allowed to touch the woman back. And that wasnt something she was used to; normally she topped most of the women she fucked. But later I will put that right. she promised herself.

And then she slept content like a baby.

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When Shane woke up she was alone in bed, but not in the room. Someone stood by the bedside and stared down at her.

This woman was probably older than her, too, but closer in age than the women who brought her here. Beautiful in a foreign way, exotic. She was tall, lean and if the well-defined arms and shoulders indicated anything, in great shape. Not much in the breast area, but she could relate to that. Dark, curly hair, dark eyes that tried to hide a profound sadness, a deep pain of being kicked in the gut too many times, an expression she knew all to well from every mirror she had ever looked into.

Im Shane, she said, uncomfortable by the other womans unreadable expression.

Awkwardly they shook hands. Or at least Shane felt awkward. The other woman seemed unaffected and regarded her with cool disinterest.

Welcome Shane, I am Marina, I hope you slept well in my bed, the woman answered with a smoky voice and a thick accent that made Shanes nipples tighten.

Oh *****

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The door opened and Shanes bedmate from last night came in, smiling.

So you two have met, she said, evil amusement twinkled in her eyes. Youre home early, Marina, I wasnt expecting you.

Obviously, Marina said, arching a ***** eyebrow. I am taking a shower. And then she sauntered out of the room like a model on a catwalk.

Damn, what an *****! Man, Shanes hormones were out of control these days. Shane should have been totally outfucked after last night, that woman was WILD, but that *****. And those legs could ride you to.

Forget it, kid, Francesca said mockingly, like she was making sure Shanes competitiveness woke. Shes way out of your league.

Shane glared at her. She wasnt used to be out of someones league. Francesca moved in on her and kissed her forcefully.

At first Shane struggled to get free, but when Francescas hands joined the fun, she submitted willingly and moaned of pleasure.

Shane knew Marina was somewhere in the house, probably able to hear a lot of what was going on, and a part of her wanted to stop this madness – but she couldnt.

Francesca fucked her hard, slamming Shanes body against the madras and she swallowed the noises of lust with her mouth. Shane came with a hoarse cry and she almost cut Francescas fingers off with violent contractions. Slowly Francesca pulled out, making her whimper like a lost puppy.

Damn you, Shane muttered.

Francesca smiled and left the room.

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Shane woke up feeling sore. Restless and very bewildered about what to do, she clumsily got out of bed. She knew she was safe here, at least safer than on the streets, and she was well fed, well fucked and well rested. It had been a long time since all that had happened at the same time.

But what to think about her benefactress and her lover? Yeah, the dark one – Marina – had to be her lover. A seemingly veeery understanding one, letting Shane stay in her bed like this. She shook her head. Man, the workings of relationships were a mystery to her, something she would never understand.

Downstairs was as luxurious as upstairs, impersonal but expensive. Shane looked around. Hmmm, a golden cage, perhaps?

She opened a door that seemed to lead to a basement or something. Noises from a set of drums greeted her. Someone was making drum solos down there worthy of the best metal bands around.

It surprised her to find the seemingly composed and cool Marina working the sticks like a Lars Ulrich on speed, sweet pouring down the planes of the exotic face, further down the elegant neck, finding room at the prominent collarbones and finally tickling down a heaving chest. Wow, that sight made Shanes imagination wander off to a totally different scenario – involving those long legs, preferably a bed and a completely naked Marina.

Abruptly the drumming stopped. Marina had obviously sensed that someone else was in the room.

Shane took a step forward making herself visible to the other woman.

Marina grabbed a towel and Shane followed every move she made while cleaning herself up. Man, that woman was hot – in more ways than she could ever count!

Hello Shane.

Man, a voice carrying an accent like that should be banned or something

Francesca is out, Marina said, sensual lips slightly pursing, dark eyes measuring her from head to toe. There was no resentment in her gaze; it was just a matter of familiarizing oneself with a stranger – a stranger occupying ones bed and being fucked in it by ones lover.

Shane nodded, choosing silence because she hadnt got a clue what to say to this woman – and especially taking on a conversation about the only thing they had in common – Francesca.

Marina walked upstairs and Shane wasnt sure what to do.

Are you hungry?

The voice startled her. Are this woman for real? Is she offering me food? Man, this was getting even weirder by the minute.

For a long time they ate in silence, not a comfortable one, at least Shane found this meal a bit disconcerting. Hands fidgeted nervously, feet shifted constantly under the table.

Marina on the other hand seemed completely at ease and even looked like she enjoyed the food.

You are in trouble, yes? Her smooth thick accented voice did strange things to Shanes ears. I bet she sings like a wet dream.

Shane coughed slightly. How how do you know that? Has Francesca?

No, Marina smiled. Francesca likes stray cats in trouble.

And suddenly a clue hit Shane right between the eyes. You were one, too, werent you? A stray cat in trouble?

Si. Marina drank the last wine in her glass.

When? Shane asked softly.

Marina said nothing for a while. Probably 8 years ago. As you can guess she never let me leave. I was she the one she wanted to keep.

She never LET you? Shane asked. Do you mean she is forcing you to stay with here?

Marina laughed; it was a wild and beautiful sound that immediately clamped down on Shanes sensitive nipples.

No, no, she made me a deal and I accepted. You just have to remember that sometimes help comes with a price youre not able to ever pay back.

Man, Shane shivered. You make it sound like you sold your soul to the devil or something.

This time the smile on Marinas face seemed forced. She is not that bad, Shane, that is not what Im trying to tell you.

Did Marina feel threatened by Shanes presence here? Was she afraid that Shane could shake the permanency of her relationship with Francesca?

Marina shook her head, like she could read the thoughts running through Shanes confused brain. I will be here when you leave. I just want you to be aware what, or rather who, you are dealing with.

Youre warning me? Shane asked wearily.

In a way, yes. She will offer you help with your troubles. I just want you to be prepared for the price she might ask of you. Nothing in this life is for free.

A beautiful cynic, Shane thought. And I think she got damn good reasons to be one.

Now tell me, Shane, what are your troubles?

And to her great surprise Shane heard herself tell this mysterious woman most of it:
How she ran away from home when it got to rough there.
How she got caught up in selling and trafficking drugs.
How she got hooked on them.
How she posed as a guy and sold blowjobs to needy men.
How she sold herself as a gigolo servicing rich older women.
How she suddenly found herself owing some very important and very dangerous guys money. And how they now were out to get her.

Marina listened intensely, obviously relating to parts of Shanes tale of trouble. We might be more alike than one should think, Shane thought. And we both ended up here.

When Shane stopped talking, Marina regarded her for a long time.

Let me think about it, she finally said. Francesca will not be back until late this evening. She will probably need to ***** you, then. Wait until we have spoken again before you make any kind of deal with her? You agree, yes?

Shane shifted nervously. Okay.

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The situation was beginning to wear her down; staying in a room, not being able to breathe fresh air or even smell the streets of West Hollywood. Shane missed the kicking beats on a dance floor packed with women. Damn, this golden cage stuff was highly overrated. How did Marina manage?

As always Francesca entered the room without knocking. I want you now, Shane. I will ***** you one last time and then well find you a future.

Listen, Francesca, maybe this isnt such a great ide Shane was cut off by a pair of lips on her mouth. *****, maybe one last time with this woman wouldnt be bad. If Im really sneaky maybe I get to make her come, too.

But she didnt, as always Francesca refused to let her get anywhere near the most intimate part of her body.

And soon Shane forgot all about it. Francescas skills went beyond anything or anyone she had ever encountered. One ***** after the other left Shane totally exhausted with no room for nagging thoughts.

And she suspected that Marina had heard her scream once or twice. That knowledge made her feel bad. She hated that her newfound friend could be hurt by this – but Francesca obviously wanted it.

That became painfully clear when she heard Francescas whispered words right before the last and most violent *****:
Come for her, Shane, come for her. Thats it; let her hear you one last time.

And as hard as she tried to fight it, she couldnt hold anything back.

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What did she offer you, Shane?

Nothing much, Shane grinned. A future of some sort, but she wasnt very specific.

And despite my warning you are tempted to accept. It wasnt a question, Marina knew what she was thinking.

Shane ignored it. I told you my tale of trouble, Marina, what about repaying the gesture?

Marinas dark eyes bore into hers. There is not much to tell. I met her in a nightclub in Barcelona. She took me home one night after I was beaten up, much like you, she paid a lot of money to free me, and then she got me out of the country. I owe her my life and in return. Marinas eyes turned even darker, if that was possible.

She owns you, Shane finished. I get that. And you let her play her games.

Marinas smile didnt reach her eyes. And I have become quite good at it myself. I have learned from the master. She grabbed Shanes arm hard. Dont let her do it to you.

Shane shrugged uncomfortably. Are you sure youre not afraid shell offer me a part of you golden cage? It was hard for Shane to trust and she was sure this woman had an alternative motive to just warning her.

Marina snorted, surprisingly unladylike. I am not afraid of that, she will never leave me, but I like you, Shane, and I have seen this happen before with others before you. And your life will be even more messed up, when she gets tired of you.

What do you want me to do, then? Shane asked.

You can take my offer instead.

Shane nodded. She knew there was something else going on with this woman. Maybe she was every bit as calculating as her girlfriend. And maybe shell ***** me, too. I kinda look forward to that.

Marina rolled her eyes. Sometimes it felt like she read Shanes mind and it was terribly uncomfortable.

Okay, Shane surrendered. Let me hear it then.

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No alternative offer was presented that night, though. Marina just lifted an eyebrow and asked Shane to join her on a visit to see the place Francesca had gotten her.

What sort of place? Shane asked.

A caf, Marina smiled. In West Hollywood.

A caf? Youre going to run a caf? YOU?!

Marinas dark eyes twinkled. Dont sound so surprised, Shane. I have many skills.

And it really was a great place. Shane already looked forward to the opening of The Planet – as Marina called it.

Yeah, Marina owns The Planet, she grinned. It has a certain ring to it.

Marina ignored her; instead she described what she wanted to do with the place.

And Shane was impressed.

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Later back in the house, Francesca had left a note telling them she would be back tomorrow.

Hmm, Marina purred.

Shane nipples tightened.

A night on our own.

Shane swallowed.

Marina smiled and shook her head in amusement. You are so easy, Shane.

Shane laughed. I know.

tbc

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