Her heels clacked rhythmically against the muted grey bricks of the plaza like cracks from a whip. Not only announcing her presence but adding another eight centimeters to her already substantial height. The black shoes gleamed as she flowed under a lamp post and came to rest. Rich mocha skin and long black hair drank in the light from above as her sharp, dark eyes casually searched. She would not bother checking the time, she knew she was early and she would be patient. Like a lioness hunched down in the golden grass, Serena was on the prowl during these early twilight hours. Dark stockings ran up to the middle of her thighs which were only partially concealed by the short blood-red dress that clung to her toned hips. A black leather jacket fought the autumn chill while simultaneously giving her the slight air of a black widow spider. She was venomous and she advertised it.
Serena’s eyes wandered the somewhat vacant space. Half a dozen stores and businesses all gathered around a long strip of brick and manicured grass dotted with small trees and set off charmingly by a large fountain at the center. The largest of the adjoined buildings was the Star Dust Cinema, and the only one still drawing any kind of crowd. Indeed it was the cinema that Serena was here for as well, though not with watching a film in mind.
A sudden crash from behind caught her attention, along with a muttered “damn it.”. Serena turned to find a man bending over to pick up the top of a trash can he had no doubt crashed into from watching her instead of his feet. A soft giggle escaped her lips and the man looked up with his face blazing.
“I… uh..” he tried but words were failing him. Serena gave him a wide smile and a slow wink making his face turn an even deeper shade of crimson as a slightly confused smile of his own appeared. Her basest instincts told her to hunt. Told her this was prey. Her brain was already building the scenarios and he did not stand a chance. She stilled herself. An even sweeter morsel would find her web and minute now.
“S-Serena?” A voice called quietly from behind her and Serena twisted like a snake, the predatory grin still on her lips, and just barely caught a growl before it escaped her throat.
The Girl was tall. Taller even than Serena herself, had she not been wearing heels. Loose curls of soft pinks and purples fell over sharp features to dance about the tops of her shoulders. Emerald eyes were wide with a quiet shock and a small pouty mouth was nearly trembling. The wide straps of a simple black dress rested on her shoulders. A dress that, unlike Serena’s, was loose and flowing and a tad more modest, reaching down to her knees. White fishnet leggings wrapped around her slender calves to disappear into simple black shoes. Exactly as Serena had requested.
“Well look at you.” Serena purred, slowly playing her eyes over every inch of the Girl. “You did. so well,” and she paused for affect, “good girl.”
The Girl’s eyes somehow got even wider and a flush washed over her angled cheekbones. She would not trust herself to speak so she made her reply an anxious nod.
Serena giggled and scooped up the Girl’s arm into the crook of her own. She gave a slightly less intimidating smile. “Let’s head in.”
At the ticket window Serena bought two for Mech Warrior III then held the door for the Girl, eyeing her as she passed. Wondering what might be going through her mind at that moment? She was obviously nervous, in the ways virgins tend to be, but what else was churning below the shaky exterior? Watching the Girl’s subtle sway as she walked, the little dress both emphasizing her lithe frame and yet still leaving much to the imagination, Serena licked her lips. Oh, she would find out what was churning. She would crack open the Girl like an oyster and scoop it out with her tongue.
Serena lead the Girl by the hand up into the very back row of seats and claimed them a place in a nice quiet corner. She directed the Girl to sit before taking the seat next to her, positioning the Girl between the wall and herself. The prey was trapped. The ambush was set. Her jaw tightened at the thought of the coming feast.
The Girl sat rigidly in her seat. Her arms hugged the armrests as her fingers dug into the polyester. Her gaze was fixed forward, not daring to look at Serena for fear of never being able to look away again. Her breathing was tight and despite the cool theater air a sheen of sweat crept from her colorful hairline.
“I love your hair.” Serena said softy. “Can I touch it?”
The Girl’s head spun around, sending curls flying. “My- My hair? Okay. I guess.”
“You guess?” Serena’s eyes narrowed but her voice was soft. “There’s no guess. You either do or you don’t. Do you want me to touch your hair?”
“Um.” The Girl paused, half expecting to wake up from this dream at any moment. “Yes.”
“Say it, then.”
“What?”
Serena’s eyes blackened and bore into the Girl. “I want to hear you say it. Ask me to touch it.”
The Girl swallowed hard and squeezed the armrests even tighter. “Um. P-please touch my hair?”
Serena reached out and took a pink curl between her fingertips. She stretched it downward until the hair was taught then released, sending it springing back upwards to bounce back into place. Her eyes never left the Girl’s. The Girl gasped quietly and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
The theater darkened further and an instant later the screen burst into half-blinding life. Serena smiles and turns her head toward the screen, offering the Girl a hand to hold in place of the rough fabric. She felt the eyes of the Girl linger, then felt fingertips moving across her upturned palm. The Girl laced her fingers through Serena’s, who gave a reassuring squeeze, and sighed shakily.
The movie began and immediately the screen was awash with violence and explosions. The bass reverberated in her chest as Serena used the glow from the cinematic fires to scan the other seats. It was hardly a new release and it was a later in the day showing and it was entirely done on purpose. She counted 6 heads peeking above seat backs. None of them together and none of them particularly close. Serena squirmed with the anticipation. Softly, she began to caress the Girl’s thumb with her own. The Girl sighed again.
Our gun-toting action hero was now in hot pursuit of agents from the corrupt organization he had sworn to bring down. The sounds of screeching tires and screaming metal were almost enough to drive all thought from a person. Almost. The Girl was rubbing Serena’s fingers back now and that thought was deeply rooted. She wanted more. She wanted Serena to do something. Anything. She closed her eyes and tried to will it to her. She bit her lip and said a silent prayer. It was no use. There was no change in the slow, gentle caress.
The Girl opened her eyes after the sound of a particularly painful scream and her breath caught in her chest. Serena, still maintaining a touch that was soft and gentle, was staring into the Girl’s face with a look that was anything but. On a level of understanding that cut through the swirling scrambled chaos in her head, the Girl realized an offer was being made. Her nod had barely begun when Serena moved in, pushing the armrest up and out of the way and going instantly for the soft underbelly of the Girl’s jaw. She sucked hard as soon as her lips made contact with the Girl’s soft pale skin and felt her immediately begin to melt. A soft cry escaped her lips. Serena lifted her mouth to the Girl’s ear. “Quietly, my pet.” Then flicked her tongue over the Girl’s earlobe before returning to her vampiric attack.
The Girl stifled a groan and squeezed the hand she still held. Never in her all-of-eighteen years had she felt a mouth on her throat, and never in a million years would she have imagined it would be a mouth like hers. This mouth. This woman. This goddess made flesh. The Girl had to remind herself to breathe. Another small cry snuck out with her exhale. Serena’s mouth left her neck again.
“Hush.” Serena half-growled, biting the Girl’s ear this time. She then bit at her jaw, then at her chin, then at her lips. The Girl moaned softly as Serena’s mouth closed on her own. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the wash of new and brilliant feelings.
Serena brought a hand to rest on the Girl’s abdomen. Slowly and with intention, her hand began to slide up the Girl’s body until one of her small but firm breasts was securely resting in her palm. Serena began to massage the flesh in her hand through the light fabric as she bit at the Girl’s lower lip. The Girl’s back arched into Serena’s touch under its own willpower and she gasped quietly. Half in and half out of the Girl’s lap, Serena coaxed her arm from its vice like grip on the seat and placed it on her hip, curious to see what, if anything, the Girl would do with it.
Certainly not out of experience, possibly driven by a deeper slutty instinct, fueled with white hot virginal curiosity, and to Serena’s great pleasure and amusement; the hand on her hip moved to caress her thigh as fingertips played with the edge of her short red dress. Serena adjusted in her seat, positioning herself more comfortably and opening her legs for the Girl’s explorations.
A trembling hand cupped Serena’s sex through the lace panties that matched her dress, and the Girl sighed, her hot breath rushing past her cheek as their lips remain locked together. The hand hesitated but the trembling stopped, then a gentle squeeze, then fingers were pressing into her against the lace. Serena gave a quiet but encouraging moan and pinched the small hard nipple between her fingers.
The Girl moaned loudly.
Serena’s hand shot from the Girl’s chest and cupped her mouth. “Don’t do they again.” Serena hissed a warning through closed teeth. The Girl’s eyes went wide again and she shook her head in acknowledgement. Serena’s hand descended again, this time slipping down into the front of the Girl’s little black dress, and she again lowered her mouth to trace the Girl’s jaw with bites and kisses before locking it on her pale throat.
The Girl was growing bolder as her desires fumed and flared. What had started as a light, curious touch had become an urgent, deep massaging. Serena’s heat against her skin was unbelievable and there was already a slickness between her fingers. With a final silent decision made, the Girl slipped her fingers under the lace hem and buried them deep in Serena, who made her approval known with a bite and a soft moan. She may have been a virgin, but the Girl had seen her share of porn. As that mixed with her own instincts a kind of autopilot took over, and as her fingers began to fuck Serena, the Girl closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of her warm insides.
Shouts and gunfire shook the theater. Carnage and death leap off the screen. And two women in the back row were too busy enjoying each other to notice any of.
Fingers teased at the Girl’s white fishnets and as a hand started creeping up her thigh, her eyes shot open and she froze. Serena, who had been quite enjoying herself, continued humping the hand between her legs and sucking at the skin between her teeth. The Girl swallowed heavily and Serena suddenly realized she was no longer being fucked.
“What’s wrong?” Serena whispered, urgently.
The Girl couldn’t bring herself to meet Serena’s molten gaze. “It’s nothing.”
Serena squeezed the thigh under her hand in question. “No?”
“I don’t…”
“It’s okay.”
“No, wait.”
“Yes or no?”
“I think yes.”
“You think?” Serena squeezed the Girl’s thigh again and purred in her ear. “Be a good girl and tell me if you want it or not.”
The Girl trembled. “Yes! I mean I do.”
“Then what do you have to do, my pet?”
The Girl’s eyes got wide again. “Oh. I.. um…” she trailed off into the thunder of the action sequence on the big screen.
Serena leaned in and ran the tip of her tongue up the Girl’s neck until her lips were at her ear. “I wanna hear you say it like a slut.”
The Girl shuddered. “P-please…” her first attempt was weak and swallowed by the movie. She licked her lips and tried again. “Please touch my… Please touch…”
“Is that all the better you can beg?” Serena teased at the wide openings of the fishnets again.
The Girl wrapped the fingers of her free hand around Serena’s wrist. She stared deep into her face and pulled her hand higher along her thigh. “Please… touch me.”
Serena smiled her wide, predatory smile as her hand snaked up to the bulge in the Girl’s netted leggings. The Girl throbbed against Serena’s hand but the fishnets kept her securely in place. Again, she would do anything but look Serena in the eyes. So desperate to distract herself with anything else, the Girl was not even aware as Serena began slipping the end of her dress up her legs. It wasn’t until she heard a breathless “fuck.” that she pulled her gaze from the ceiling.
Serena was staring into the Girl’s lap, her eyes twinkling in the dark and her mouth slightly agape. It was already dim and they were in the shadowed corner, but there was light enough to clearly make out one of the larger cocks Serena had the pleasure of seeing face to face. She reached a hand out tentatively and snatched it back. She looked up into the Girl’s face and this time it was her turn to be wide-eyed.
“You’re beautiful.” Serena cooed.
The Girl hid her face with the hand that wasn’t still under Serena and blushed madly.
Serena reached out again, this time making contact. She gingerly began an exploration of her own; tracing her fingertips up and down the Girl’s smooth skin, feeling her girth in her palm and the gentle rhythm of her pulse, the way she strained against the white netting. She closed her hand firmly around the Girl and brought their mouths back together.
As their tongues danced, the Girl abruptly remembered, not only where her hand was, but what it had been doing. She set her fingers back to probing Serena’s depths and received a low growl in her ear that sent sparks strobing through her brain. Serena’s fingers rubbed and massaged the Girl through her leggings, which she was growing increasingly annoyed with. The Girl twitched in her hand and Serena’s impatience got the best of her.
“Forgive me.” Serena whispered with a grimace, then reached with both hands to tear the fishnets open. She tugged hungrily at the ruined garment until at last she had freed the Girl from her nylon cage and could wrap her hand around her fully. She slowly pumped her fist, relishing every centimeter of girlcock moving between her fingers, and producing a fat jewel of precum from the swollen tip. Serena drug her thumb across the clear bead, smearing its slickness in small circle before pulling her thumb away, causing a thin translucent strand to bridge the distance between her skin and the Girl’s.
The Girl!
Serena craned her neck to find the Girl’s eyes locked on her hand. Teeth buried in her lip as her shoulders rose and fell in time with her quiet panting. Without moving her gaze from the Girl’s face, Serena slowly pumped her fist again. The Girl’s face darkened and her brow furled slightly. Serena’s smile was gradual but grew to a terrible sight in the darkness. Again, she pumped her fist, this time causing the Girl to writhe in her seat. Again, and the Girl bit her lip harder. Again, and the Girl’s hips quaked. Again, and the Girl squeezed her eyes shut. Serena looked back down to her hand gripping the the Girl. Her fingers were slick and shining. She felt her insides clench.
The Girl sat lost in the oblivion behind her eyelids. Every nerve was alight. Her breath was slow and ragged. The entire universe had condensed into the non-existent space between Serena and herself. And now that too had vanished. She was only distantly aware of the warm breath on her cheek.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you now.” Serena’s voice struck the Girl like lightning and her eyes bulged open. Her mission between Serena’s legs temporarily abandoned, the Girl simply stared into the black pits of the face silhouetted in front of her. An explosion rocked the screen and the speakers boomed and in the flash of light Serena’s face was twisted, sinister, all glinting fangs and stormy eyes.
The Girl clapped a hand over her own mouth and stifled a cry. She watched in silent frozen shock as Serena’s face drew away from her own. Watched her tongue flick across her full dark lips. Without realizing it, the Girl had been holding her breath, and the instant Serena’s hot mouth made contact she exhaled with a loud sigh. She felt Serena shift and begin to rise and for a for a heart-stopping instant she knew it was over. She could kick herself. She could cry. She could-
“Open your mouth.” Serena growled.
The Girl did so without thinking and immediately a rag was stuffed between her teeth. No, not a rag. The texture was rough on her tongue and the material was light and there was a lingering hint of something her mind could not identify. But where had it… Realization dawned on the Girl as Serena cupped her cheek.
“Now shut up.” Serena said, pressing her finger to the Girl’s lips.
Serena wasted no time returning to business. Once again she took the Girl into her grasp, and just as before she slowly lowered her mouth to meet the Girl’s glistening flesh. She relaxed her jaw, slackened her lips, and with the slightest bit of suction took the Girl into her mouth. From her vantage point, Serena watched the Girl’s eyes roll back into her skull as she brought her tongue around in a slow circle.
Unable to even see, the Girl reached out a hand and her fingers found the soft leather of Serena’s jacket. She tightened her grip, desperate for something that would keep her from floating away. The movie was gone. The only flashing came from behind her own eyes and the only booming was the sound of own heartbeat. She had not the words or ability to describe what Serena was doing with her mouth and tongue. No, in fact it seemed the only ability she had left was to quiver and whine through the lace in her mouth.
Gently, skillfully, relentlessly Serena worked her tongue and lips around the Girl. All the while watching her closely. The rising and falling of her chest quickened. Her head, now requiring more focus to keep upright than she could muster, fell back onto the headrest. Her emerald eyes, though open, were glassy and distant, watching the approach of a great unseen wave. A thin rope of drool slipped from the corner of the Girl’s mouth when her head hung for too long to one side.
Serena slowly began to pump her fist again and the Girl’s eyes lifted to catch her own. Her face was dark and loose strands of pink and purple clung to the sheen of sweat that had crept over her forehead. In another blazing action sequence, the theater was once again lit up by the oranges and yellows of a great fireball. As the light washed over the Girl, Serena could see an exquisite anguish upon her face. Her digging fingers making the leather of Serena’s jacket squeak. A choice would have to made and quickly.
Serena pumped her hand faster, her tongue flying across the Girl’s agonizingly sensitive flesh. A sweetness found her lips and Serena lapped it up greedily, The Girl squirmed in her seat again and a soft whimper managed to escape her gagged mouth. Serena pumped faster still, not breaking her suction for an instant. The Girl’s eyes squeezed shut once again as her face began to contort. She looked, Serena thought, as though she were praying with all might that some god, some benevolent deity would rescue her from eternal torment. Serena pumped faster.
The Girl’s body heaved and her eyes snapped open again. Serena pumped faster than she had yet and the Girl began to shake. In a final split decision made for curiosity’s sake, Serena pulled her mouth from the the Girl as the first jet of cum arched through the air. She could feel her pulsing in her fingers. Another spurt of thin, clear girlcum joined the first as shimmering spatters on the wall next to their seats. Serena watched eagerly, even as the next spurt did little more than fall about her knuckles. The Girl was trembling and half-uselessly gasping. Serena stifled a giggle then reached out and pulled the wadded panties from her mouth and the Girl sucked in hard at the cool air.
Serena lifted her hand and curiously watched her fingers glisten. Not one to let a good question go unanswered, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked herself from wrist to fingertip. She was still analyzing when she suddenly became aware of the Girl’s lingering eyes. She smiled that trademark predatory smile again, before first brushing a wet fingertip across the Girl’s lips, then locking her mouth to the Girl’s again.
Half-giddy and oblivious, the Girl smiled warmly into Serena’s hungry stare. “That was incredible.” She said still breathlessly.
“Was?” Serena countered through a wicked grin. “I believe you’ve still got a job to finish.”
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