Scene: The gangs at *****: The Night

Our gang: Alice, Dana, Shane, Marina, Francesca (guest pass)




It was still early and the club was only about a quarter full of women and regulars, at that. The base beat was heavy enough that you could feel it in the soles of your feet but low enough to have a conversation without yelling.

It was awful. It was so awful. They made me chase them out the front door of the hotel, and then she said we all have feelings for our girlfriends, but it doesn’t mean we have to act on them. What the ******* is that supposed to mean? Incredulous, Dana looked to Shane for answers.

Shane carefully balanced another neon ring on Danas pigtail, her tone distracted. It probably means at some point, she fell in love with one of her friends and got her heart broken.

Alice scoffed. What? No way. Sharon Fairbanks? Orange County Republican Woman of the Year, Garden Grove Chapter? I don’t think so, Shane.

Shrugging, Shane cast around for another ring. It takes all kinds.

Yeah, you would know.

Dana threw an annoyed glance at Alice. She would. Maybe I should have just taken Shane with me. At least *she* would have owned up to being a *****. You know, a little support would have been nice Al.

Recognizing the cue, Shane took a moment to look around while her friends bickered like an old married couple. Spotting the keebler elf at the bar, Shane was about to point her out to Alice when her eyes fell on the woman at her side. Hey, new girl. Her mind catalogued what she saw as her gaze wandered. Big eyes, slightly goth makeup, shaggy dark hair. Cute. Short, tight t-shirt, dark, low-riding khakis, firm belly. Niiice. Movement in her peripheral vision made her notice Marina and Francescas entrance. This should be fun. The picturesque couples approach took a long time, their steps almost as if moving in slow motion.

**

Annette stood with Jenny at the bar admiring the bartenders tattoos and wondering if she could get away with wearing such a sheer top back home. Feeling eyes on her, she looked at Jenny who was drawing aimless circles on the bartop, most likely waxing poetic thoughts about patterns in the graphite. Since the vibes obviously werent coming from her, Annette surreptitiously glanced around the club, stopping short when she saw the assessing gaze of a brunette across the room. Her nipples tightened as she felt the stare like a caress. Not my type, a little too female, but damn As she was pondering this latest phenomenon, she registered Jennys voice.

theyre not here.

What? Pulling back from three steps into the gutter, Annette focused on Jenny.

Can we please go? Jenny turned the power of her limpid blue eyes on her friend. The dewy eyelashes battered at years of built-up resistance and Annette was almost swayed.

Jenny

Please, the glistening orbs pleaded.

Annette shored up her crumbling defenses. No, no, no, no, no. We’re here. Checking to see if the brooding woman was still watching, she caught the measured stride of the women they were staking out. And Jenny followed her gaze.

Seeing Jennys freaked out expression and considering her own unexpected reaction to another womans perusal, Annette decided many more drinks were called for. Leaning onto the bar, she ignored the people that had been there before them and signaled the barkeep.

**

Alice prided herself on her ability to see and know everything. After all, she was the intel gatherer of the crew. She sifted though her mental files and, coming up blank, blurted out, Whos the freak? Already disgruntled by the lack of info in her brain, she snapped her fingers to get everyones attention, annoyed at being ignored. The chick, the chick with Jenny! she clarified. That got her the proper response: in unison the gang all turned and looked over at Jenny and her unknown companion.

No idea. Dana thought the woman was cute but since Alice had already pronounced judgment, left it at that.

Never seen her, Alice said, and to her it was enough to cement the womans unimportance. She immediately started on another topic, unaware that both Marina and Shane were still focused on the other table.

**

Shane had heard Alice the first time and was snickering inaudibly. It would kill Alice to know she was slipping and that Shane had noticed them first. Having a huge sense of self-preservation, she decided against mentioning it. The only person scarier than Alice in a flap was Tina, period. She veered away from where that thought would take her.

Shane took the last sip out of her glass, peering over the rim. Jennys exaggerated laugh made her roll her eyes. If those two are together, Ill turn in my ***** card for two weeks and be celibate.

The waitress instantly appeared at her side. Can I get you*anything*?

Shane gave her the once over, a smirk stealing over her face. Yeah, could you The woman leaned closer and Shane shot her a ***** grin. Get me another one of these? She threw in a slow wink for good measure. Got a powerful thirst.

The waitress, whose nametag said Sandy, practically tripped over herself heading to back to the bar.

Shane, Francesca said, her warm breath in Shanes ear raising the hairs on the back of her neck, do have her bring the rest of our drinks next time, will you? The poor girl cant seem to see us. They shared understanding grins. Running a hand down Shanes back, Francesca continued, murmuring, Isnt that Marinas girl-on-the-side? She gestured with her chin over to Jennys table.

Shane, recovering from the shiver Fran had caused, replied, Yup, names Jenny.

Marina excused herself to go to the little girls room. Francescas eyes followed her swaying hips before she turned back to Shane. Leaning closer, she whispered, I saw you watching the girls friend, want to have a little fun? I see you came prepared.

Shane turned to look at Francesca, their faces inches apart. An eyebrow raised, she rumbled, What did you have in mind?

Alice, for her part, watched avidly as Shane and Francesca plotted, used to the ones behavior escalating when the other was in town.

**

Annette threw out a snarky comment to Francesca about her and Jennys generation but it lacked bite as her eyes were caught by the brunettes smoldering gaze. Intrigued by the heat, she never registered the smug grin on Francescas face as she invited them over to their table. Jenny, following Annettes suggestion to get closer to Marina, accepted on their behalf. Before she knew it, Annette was seated right next to the woman who had been visually undressing her all night.

**

Dana leaned closer to Alice. Whats going on?

Alice, who would only admit her ignorance to Shane, hissed, God Dana, distracted much? A few drinks in her system, Alices iron control started to slip, imagining Danas reaction if she acted on her impulses. I could so teach her a few things about losing focus. She shook the thought from her head and after giving herself a stern talking to, she guessed correctly and muttered, Watch, Dane. Fran and Shane are up to their bait and switch thing.

**

Shane dismissed Marinas shocked look when she returned from the washroom. Obviously, Marina had thought that Jenny would follow her and Shane smirked at how Francesca had made those plans backfire so easily. Their fucked up relationship reinforced her belief in flying solo, so to speak. With those thoughts, Shane turned to address the woman beside her.

Hey, she said, her mouth inches from the womans ear (of course, she had to be close, the music was much louder by this point), Names Shane, thats Alice, Dana, Marina, and you know Francesca by now. She gestured toward each person as she named them.

Hyper-aware of Shanes proximity, Annette stuttered out her name.

Shane smiled internally. It was almost like gentling a cat. Fully aware of the power of her voice, she kept it low and soothing, Do you play pool? When Annette shook her head slightly, Shane smirked. Ill teach you. Lets go a few rounds.

Annette shot a glance over at Jenny as Shane grabbed her hand to lead her away. Those expressive eyes were focused with longing and pain on the Tahitian beauty, completely unaware of her surroundings. Annette figured Jenny had got this far with her help, she was going to have some fun in a world she had never explored. Whats a little harmless flirting? And maybe a bit more. She watched the leather-incased ***** move in front of her and giggled in her head. Ive totally lost my mind.

**

Dana and Alice were like spectators at a sporting event. No matter how derisive their comments they never tired of watching the playboy at work.

Oh, shes going with the pool maneuver, classic, Dana said with tone of an Olympic commentator.

And she chose the one cue, perfect execution. See how she placed her hand on the patch of skin between shirt and pants on the first pass? That, ladies and gentlemen, is a master in her field, Alice continued. They glanced at each other and promptly burst into girlish laughter.

**

Shane took Annette through the basics, placing the cue ball in the center of the table and demonstrating the break. She turned quickly to see the other woman avert her eyes from where they had been glued to her *****. She smothered a grin and decided not to comment. Time for that later.

Here you go. Shane handed the cue to Annette. Now all you have to do is line up the cue ball with the one you want and shell go down, easy as a lez after a dry spell. Shane teased her with her peculiar brand of humor.

Annette chuckled and shook her head. A little imp reminded her of her college days when a jock had offered to teach her this game and she remembered where that night had led. Can I do this? Her eyes roamed that lean body speculatively and a small grin quirked the corners of her mouth. Mishandling the cue, she leaned over the table and managed a feeble glancing shot off the side rail. She straightened and shrugged with a rueful look.

No one shoots that badly. Shane, pleased at the seeming willingness of her victim, moved closer. She plastered a thoughtful frown on her face and tapped her lips. Youre going to have to do that again, youre standing all wrong. Ill show you. Swiftly, Shane had Annette facing the table, a leg between hers, a hand splayed on the bare skin of her belly. An eyebrow raised at the soft gasp she heard.

Shane had surprised Annette with her sudden movement but that wasnt what had forced her to take a sharp breath. The feeling of being trapped between the hard rail and Shanes unyielding body had made her instantly wet. The fact that shed never reacted like this to a woman before sent her mind reeling but hardly in panic. The warmth in Shanes tone flowed like honey into her ear.

Hey baby, is this ok?

Annettes voice lowered as she replied, Mmm, yeah, this is fine.

Shane grinned at what almost sounded like a moan. She trailed her hand down Annettes arm and repositioned her fingers on the cue. Comfortable where she was draped over the other woman, Shane decided to stay there. She scraped her fingernails lightly across Annettes belly before she moved to grasp her hip. The small movements Annette were making were driving her crazy and she pressed further into her.

The pool cue slipped out of Annettes sweaty grasp and clattered to the table. What is that? The shock was clear in her voice.

Shane smiled. This? She ground her hips against Annettes *****.

Both hands flat against the pool table, Annette hissed through her teeth and managed to grate out one word. Yeah.

Oh, I just brought a little friend along for the ride. Shane slid her other hand to the junction where hip met thigh, holding Annette steady for another slow thrust.

Oh god. Between the steady dry-***** behind her, the hand so close to her wetness and the rounded corner of the table pressing against her *****, Annette could feel the familiar tightness rising in her *****. She reached back and grabbed a handful of Shanes shirt as sparks flew behind her shut lids, her lower lips clenching and unclenching as if searching for Shane.

**

Oh my god Dana, I think shes going to ***** her right on that table! Alices eyes were so wide, she resembled an anime character.

Get out of the way, I cant see! Oh, yeah. Wait a secholy ***** Al! Shes packing!

With that, Francesca turned away from the nauseating sight of her lover and *her* girlfriend making moon eyes at each other and took in the goings-on. She chuckled. Thats my boi.

**

Shane was amazed at how responsive the woman was. She spun Annette around to face her, the pressure on her own ***** too much to continue. She reached up and grasped a fistful of the other womans hair, locking her in her gaze. Even in the dim lighting she saw Annettes eyes immediately dilate. A brilliant grin stole across her face.

Naughty girl, you *like* this. Me holding you like this, touching you, ***** you.

With Shanes hand holding her immobile, she couldnt nod, ratcheting up her arousal once again. Her fingers curled around the edge of the table. Yes.

Shane moved Annettes head to the side and rumbled in her ear, I can make it better. Tell me you want this.

Annette put up a token resistance, despite the fact that shed already come for this woman, Shane, Im not *****.

A grinch-like smile formed on Shanes face. Excellent. Tell me what you want. She thrust her hips once more for good measure.

It felt like a bolt of lightening shot up her spine, originating in her *****. Ssss, *****!

Done. Come with me. Shane grabbed her hand, leading her to her own personal back room (a reward from the management for luring in so many women).

**

The lock clicked loudly behind them. When Shane turned on soft lights, Annette looked around the room, her desire slipping a few notches. There was nothing in it except a bed and a chest of drawers.

Ok, what is this? A freak nest for whoever cant wait to get home? She tried to pull away but Shane held her firmly.

No one uses it but me. I kind of stay here. Shane figured that was as close to the truth as anything. Letting go, she moved closer, invading the other womans space but not making contact anywhere along their bodies. Her lips touching Annettes ear, she asked, Second thoughts? A nip where shoulder met neck. Tell me now cause I want to ***** you so badly. A lick to her earlobe.

I Annette forced her voice past the whimper in her throat. No, Ijust never did this before.

Shane scaled back her aggression and stared sincerely into Annettes nervous eyes. Relax baby, I dont need you to do anything. Just feel. She leaned forward to capture Annettes lips gently.

God her lips are so soft. Annette opened her mouth to Shanes questing tongue, gasping as it slid against her own, the inner edge of her teeth, exploring softly then not so softly, devouring her. She sucked on it, drawing a moan from Shane and she slid a hand up to tangle in Shanes hair, thrusting her own tongue in Shanes mouth. When Shane shifted away to trail kisses along her jaw, she panted loudly, taking in great gusts of air.

Shane Annettes voice broke off into a guttural moan as Shane sucked at her pulse point and her knees weakened. Oh god, Im going to fall.

Shane pulled away and walked backwards, tugging Annette by her beltloops toward the bed. Guiding her to lie in the middle, Shane lay propped up beside her, saying nothing. She moved a wayward lock out of Annettes face, allowing her fingers to map out every plane. Shanes hand drifted down the center of Annettes body to rest on the patch of skin over her hipbone, the movement smoothly rolling her to hover briefly over Annette before she returned to that tempting mouth. She took her time, probing every crevice, stroking rhythmically, taking in the tremulous whimpers, reveling in Annettes hands grasping at the back of her shirt. She moved away dropping kisses as she made her way lower.

Annette gasped as Shane bit and pinched at both nipples and her body raised as if trying to push herself further into Shanes mouth. Her hips writhed under the weight of Shanes body, the sharp pressure sending jolts straight to her *****. Her restless hands grabbed and pulled Shane closer, wordlessly begging for more contact.

Easy now baby, weve got a ways to go yet. Im going to take this off. Shane tugged at Annettes t-shirt.

Yours too, Annette breathed out.

Two swift movements later, Shane was back kneeling over Annettes prone body running her hands over every inch of skin she could reach.

Shane made a sound of appreciation. Mmm, so beautiful.

Annette reached for the button on Shanes pants but was halted by a firm grip.

Tsk, tsk, Im gonna have to do something about these. In an amazing display of dexterity, Shane plundered Annettes mouth while stretching her arms above her on the bed. When she retreated, Annette found herself secured to the headboard. Shane watched her half-hearted struggles and placed her hand in the center of her chest, stilling her immediately.

Ok? Shane stared intently, waiting for her answer. Annette nodded. Shane instantly reached down and tweaked a nipple, eliciting a high-pitched cry and a small jerk of her hips. I want to hear you answer out loud.

Annette tried to reply past the roaring of blood in her ears, pulsing simultaneously in her *****. A sharp pinch on her other nipple focused her attention. *****! Yes! The teasing fingers roaming her hypersensitive skin increased the intensity of her need. Her insides burned and she could feel how swollen and wet she was where her pants pressed against her. She opened eyes she hadnt realized shed closed and held her breath as she watched Shanes mouth close around a taut peak. Annette groaned aloud at the steady suckling, feeling the pull further down. When Shane switched, the combination of her warm mouth and the cool air on her damp flesh made her twitch frantically.

Shane please, Annette gasped out, I needI need you to touch me.

I will baby. Shanes voice was strained. The vision of the writhing woman restrained on her bed was making every one of her nerve endings sit up and take notice. Her ***** was shouting at her to take her, claim her, ***** her until she couldnt see. Undoing the button on Annettes pants, Shane stripped her in seconds. A sweet scent filled the room and Shane inhaled deeply. She smoothed her hand in circles on Annettes belly, calming them both slightly. Moving back up to hover over Annette, Shane slipped her hand lower, parting the slick folds, and groaned in her chest at the river she found. Annette cried out and her hips jerked spastically as Shane gently stroked her.

Dont stop doing that, Annette got out between pants, Oh Christ youre good at this. *****!

Shane forced herself to pull away feeling the trembling in Annettes thighs.

Annettes eyes flew open. Whatplease Shane, Im so close.

I have to taste you, god, its killing me. Making her way swiftly down Annettes body, Shane instantly plunged her tongue to the hilt. Annette screamed and Shane had to wrap her arms around her before she was bucked off. She hummed in satisfaction and thrust gently feeling the contractions around her tongue. When the straining against her calmed slightly, Shane took long, sweeping licks at the fresh moisture, pulling one dewy lip into her mouth and letting it slip out slowly before doing the same with the other. She kept up the soft suction alternating with encircling Annette with her tongue, the taste of her making her insides clench.

So soon after the last earth-shattering climax, Annette felt herself opening again and her body started thrusting toward Shane. Every slow lick ended with the tip of Shanes tongue flicking at her ***** and it sent streaks of electricity through her.

Shaneoooh, Annette groaned out, Ahhuse that ***** of yours and ***** me!

Shane hissed as her ***** twitched violently. She peeled out of her leathers and reached under the pillow grabbing a condom. In seconds she had it open and on. Reaching up, she released Annette from the restraints. Immediately hands tangled in her hair as Annette crushed her lips to hers.

Wrenching away, her eyes wild, Annette growled out, ***** me like you mean it, Shane.

Shane held the slick ***** in her fist, practically trembling with suppressed arousal. Rubbing the tip along Annettes wet folds, she could barely prevent herself from plunging in to the hilt, the pressure against her nearly unbearable. Slowly, inch by inch, she rocked forward until Annette grabbed her ***** and pulled her into her, forcing a grunt from Shanes lips. Knowing she wouldnt last much longer, Shane started thrusting deeply, the slap of leather punctuated by Annettes guttural moans. She tried to ignore the insistent ache in her ***** and leaned over, taking Annettes nipple between her teeth.

Ahhh *****! Annettes nails convulsively dug into Shanes shoulders. *****, make me come, Shane!

Shanes pace picked up, driving into Annette until the force made her ***** scream and she started to come. She reached unerringly and found Annettes ***** and squeezed, sending her off into her own convulsions.

Shane collapsed, her head on Annettes shoulder, breathing heavily. After a moment, she rolled off and removed the harness, knowing there was no way she could stand it against her sensitive flesh. Rolling back, she propped her head on her hand and smiled down at Annette, her eyebrow raised.

Damn. Annette chuckled softly. Can we do that again?

Shane pumped her eyebrows once. Yup. Tell you what

**

When Shane and Annette arrived back at the table where the gang still sat in conversation, Francesca reached up and pulled Shane down into a tonsil-scraping kiss. In the silence that followed she spoke, Mmm, shes sweet. Give me your keys. Shane handed them over with a cocky smirk, she knew what was coming.

Francesca tossed the keys to Marina. Take Jenny home, were leaving. Hooking her finger in Shanes beltloop, Francesca led her away, Annette attached by Shanes hand.

The End (Heh heh)