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    The Devil Wears A Red Bra

     

    “And why?”

     

    “Look at me.  I know I look amazing in this pantsuit and,” She leaned over into Bette’s ear, “I look even better without it.”

     

    Bette chuckled softly, “Are you willing to prove that?”

     

    “Do you think you can handle that?”

     

    “God, you’re good.”

     

    “I know…” Helena stood from the bar and began walking towards the door.  Bette sat still and watched her as she walked away.

     

    “I’ve spent many years bartending…” the barkeep began, “and I specialize in getting people so wasted that they hook up, pass out, get in fights, but mostly I get them to flirt.  And that woman, is flirting harder than I’ve ever seen.  My experience tells me you should follow her.”

     

    Bette smiled and got up to follow.  Out of the door, Helena stood there waiting for her.  Helena’s back was too her, and Bette took full advantage of that, following her curves with her eyes.  She figured it was worth it.  Maybe she’d see Helena again, but she highly doubted it.  And, even better, she’d fuck the shit out of her and prove, quite possibly, why she should’ve gotten the grant in the first place.  Without turning her back, she spoke.

    ”I was wondering if you’d follow.  I figured you would.”

     

    “Don’t flatter yourself.”

     

    “Come home with me.” She turned to look at her.

     

    “Come to my hotel.”

     

    “Never.”

     

    “And I’ll never come home with you.  So what do we do now?”

     

    “I’ll get a room.  And you’ll come with me.  And you’ll do what I say.”

     

    “Or maybe you’ll be doing what I say…all night.”  Bette leaned into Helena, “I don’t know what your mother told you, but I never do what any one says.  I don’t follow orders.  I make them.”  She moved in closer, their lips barely touching.

     

    Helena nearly choked.  She reached for her cell phone and placed a reservation for a room, available immediately.

     

    “Will you follow me or ride with me?”

     

    “I’ll ride with you.”

     

    “Good choice.”  Helena took Bette by the hand and led her away.  Her car waited for them nearest to the corner.  It was a black Continental GT.  She even opened the door for her.

    Comments

    1. I agree 100% with Zheese – it so should have happened this way. Helena could have flown out to LA to attempt to woo Bette. It would have created such an interesting parallel for her then to concede her loss of Bette while she pursued Tina. Wow! I so hope you continue this story…it just left me yearning for more.

    2. Yes yes yes, thumbs UP, hopes UP that it will continue..and that Helena and Bette continue too. No Helena and Tina! Tina was never good enough for Bette so she needs to go away and let Belena rule.

    3. I like this story so much that I decide to leave a comment to express my appreciation. In my opinion, this story could not only be a great one-off but an outstanding overture. I will be more than willing to read more update. Thanks for sharing, falling for devil is always entertaining.

    4. I love this because I always had this thought in my head as well….maybe if Bette would have seduced Helena not only would she have gotten that grant but she probably would own the CAC by now….we all know the way to Helena’s heart is to fuck her correctly.:)

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