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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
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this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause 
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Chapter 10: Where the wild wind blows

Morning dawned in the small motel room; a morning like no other, it
was the first morning of her new life. Happy and secure Joyce showered
and went down for a bite of breakfast. She piled food onto her plate,
all her appetites seemed to be enhanced. She sat at the small table
and began to eat; suddenly an argument erupted at the table beside
her. The attractive blue eyed man shouted to his companion "Well if
that's the way you feel Lesley get your own way to New York" She
replied, in a barely audible whisper "Keep your voice down people are
looking, I just said that I'd need sometime to think about things"
"Yup, and I just proposed - well forget it I don't need you or your
feeble excuses!" So saying he stood and stormed out of the restaurant.
Lesley called after him, "But you haven't paid, my purse is in the
cab, Mike, MIKE!" she ran to the door, as it opened the loud squealing
of tires signalled Mike's hurried departure. Lesley dropped her
shoulders, turned and walked back to her recently vacated seat. Her
head fell into her hands, Lesley wept bitterly.

A waitress appeared beside the distraught girl "Is that right honey,
you can't pay, you've got $12.50 outstanding" the uncompromising voice
enquired "Uh, no, he just left with all my cash & cards, I'm sure
he'll be back, I hope" the girl replied brushing away the tears from
her cheeks "Fine, in the meantime there are some plates you can start
washing out back, while you wait, just in case lover boy don't show!"
The girl stood meekly responding to the order. This was just too much!
Joyce spoke up "Aren't you being a bit hard on her, you must have
heard what just happened?" she demanded "And what's it to you stumpy,
I run my business as I want!" came the curt reply "I'll pay, $12.50
wasn't it, with my $7.50 that's twenty bucks, there you go! By the way
I would rather be short, than be you!" Joyce responded her nostrils
flaring with indignation. The waitress snatched the money "Why thank
you so much, now OUT! Both of you, and don't come back!"

Outside Lesley thanked Joyce shakily "Look I'll find a way to pay you
back, I just need to get to my bank and sort things, can I have your
address?" "Look Lesley I live in New York, do you want a lift then you
can sort things out and pay me, if you want to?" Joyce queried kindly
"Oh, no you've done enough, and I really should wait for Mike!" the
girl responded, "You really think he's coming back, well if you're
sure..." Joyce reached into her car and pulled out one of her business
cards. "Well, could you hang on a while I really don't want to be
stuck here, and I'm not so certain about Mike any more..." Lesley's
voiced trailed off into more tears. "I can't wait, I really need to
get back - a colleague expects to pick up something from me today"
Joyce pulled the drivers door to "See you, good luck - I hope for both
your sakes Mike comes to his senses" "Wait, thanks I'll come!" Lesley
hopped around to the passenger door and slid into the vacant seat.
Glancing left Joyce saw the reason for the rapid reversal, the
waitress, mop in hand stood glaring from the door of the restaurant! 

Two of the exhausted participants of the long distance orgy lay asleep
in the female fragranced bedroom, their limbs still lovingly entwined.
So deep was the slumber that the increasingly frantic pounding on the
door was insufficient, nothing it seemed could make them stir. On the
doorstep the attractive redhead grew impatient, this was the last
address e-mailed to Gina as a job, her car was just up the street, and
she had to be here! Finally Frankie's fist grew weary; she turned and
slumped her back against the door, in resignation. She decided on her
plan of attack, she would return home, pick up some tools and come
back, if there was still no reply - she'd break-in, Gina might need
her! Frankie swung her practiced leg over the saddle of the Harley and
disappeared in a flurry of rubber And leather up the road.

Lesley wound down the window and let the breeze from the freeway lift
her black hair and blow the fringe from her forehead "What made you do
that?" she asked Joyce "What?" Joyce queried, "Step in when most
people would turn away, help out someone you don't even know" asked
the girl above the sound of the wind whipping past her. "Same thing
happened to me once, but his name wasn't Mike, it was Bill, I told him
I had too many work commitments - he too went ape shit!" Joyce replied
with a tinge of regret "Small world!" Lesley quipped "Smaller minds"
laughed Joyce. A few splashes of rain hit Lesley, she wound up the
window, and relaxed back into the seat of the big old Ford. 

Idly she toyed with her hair, wondering just what had started to turn
her on. It was really inconvenient but she felt the real "hots" for
her self, and the need to do something about - it was growing by the
mile. Ten minutes passed and they slid into a tunnel, Lesley knew this
road; it wasn't going to be completely dark in the car, but a lot less
obvious, and the way she was feeling a couple of good strokes on her
clit might just get her there. Lesley shifted her legs slightly apart
and covertly slipped her hands down her jeans, pressing hard into the
damp delta of her weeping lips. It felt glorious, just little longer
and she would silently explode. 

"Are you O.K.?" Joyce's voice burst into her sensual world. Lesley
opened her eyes to the broad daylight, her hand shot out of its velvet
prison and onto her denim lap "Oh shit, this is so embarrassing, how
long have we been out of the tunnel?" a small timid voice enquired
"Around about five minutes" Joyce replied "Ah then you know what..."
Lesley's voice cracked on the edge of tears "I know stress affects us
all differently, I get sleepy, you, it seems get horny?" Joyce smiled
"Not usually, just here with you, OH GOD NO, I didn't mean that I'm
not gay or anything!" Lesley's voice raised an octave. 

"Its O.K., I'm cool, just do what you feel, and I won't look again!"
Joyce replied turning her eyes back to the road ahead "Are you sure I
mean I really need to, you know..." Lesley asked in amazement "I meant
what I said, look after your needs!" Joyce replied without moving her
line of vision. Almost immediately Lesley's hand re-acquainted itself
with the slippery bud that beat against her pants, she sighed deeply
as her hand fell into a familiar circling teasing motion. Two feet
away Joyce stared out of the windscreen her face an image of wicked
lasciviousness. 

Frankie powered her frame over the none-to-secure gate to the rear
garden of the apartment block, and scouted around for an easy access
point to the property. There was no sign of an easy way in to the
ground floor, the small crowbar balanced in her hand for a second
before the mosaic on the back door window imploded into the kitchen.
Carefully Frankie used the thick sleeve of her leather jacket to clean
the dangerous spikes from the inside of the frame. She slid her right
hand in unlocked the door and walked into the deserted kitchen.
Pausing briefly she checked for a response to the crack of the glass
she held her breath, nothing. 

Swiftly she moved on down the hallway, there was a thick unmistakeable
scent in the air, pussies had been a grinding together here she
thought, a wry smile flicked across her lips. She slowly swung open a
door, sure enough there were two exhausted dykes twisted together on
the bed, again the smile, but half formed it froze; she knew that
curly hair so well, she had brushed it against her slit before now.
She felt the crowbar balanced in her hand once again!

Chapter 11: A coming to terms

Joyce drove on with the slumbering Lesley at her side, the girl
certainly had potential, judging by the number of orgasms she had
given her self before collapsing into the seat. With one hand on the
wheel she slipped the other past the band of her panties and into her
warm wet snatch, carefully she scooped a coating of juice from her
liquid core. Moving slowly so not to drop any of her hands liberal
cargo, she guided it to Lesley's slightly parted lips, smearing it on
to the soft bow. Lesley's tongue danced around the red surfaces
delicately savouring their coating, the girl's eyes opened and looked
straight at Joyce "I want you, I have never wanted a woman before but
I want you" a low guttural voice chanted. Joyce smiled wickedly "You
have to earn that pleasure little one, now play alone some more and
dream of the day I let you touch me!" So saying she deposited some
more of her precious cream on to Lesley's tongue. Lesley started to
play as she had never played before.

Frankie raised the bar as she took a step forward, within a second the
unknown girl had untangled her body from Gina's and made up the
distance between them. Slightly shorter than Frankie and nowhere near
her build she didn't look much of a threat, her decision made she
swung the crowbar viciously. The blow never landed, the blonde girl
dodged and swung her body to the right and back of Frankie - catching
her wrist as she flew, an instant later her left arm linked through
Frankie's left elbow and pinned it. The pressure on Frankie's wrist
built up, her right hand first went white, and then rapidly numb; the
crowbar fell to the floor. 

Gina jumped from the bed her curly hair plastered to her face by
love-sweat "Frankie, what are you doing here" she gasped "Nothing
much, but I know what you've been doing, BITCH," screamed her
exasperated ginger lover "and to think I came here to save you!" "Look
Franks, its not what you think, for once listen to me, get out of
here, save yourself forget me!" Gina advised, "No problem, I'll forget
you both, once I'm even" spat Frankie. The arms pinning the girl moved
at blinding speed, the hands reached forwards and ripped the fabric of
her tee-shirt apart, full bodied globes mottled with freckles fell
from the split cotton. 

"Do her now!" Claudie shouted, pushing the girl forward so her cherry
hued nipples bobbed in front of Gina "No, never I love her!" Gina
cried "Maybe this will help" taunted Claudie as she raked her nails
across Frankie's hanging boobs. Fine lines of blood rushed on to the
freckled slopes, Frankie struggled, but it was useless the hands had
locked her arms once more. Frankie shot a question at Gina "So you
want it rough now, I thought S&M wasn't your scene - LOVER!" Gina
dodged the head but with ease, her eyes glowed with a strange inner
light and her hands gripped Frankie's breasts. Frankie felt her
nipples jump at the touch, and then she felt - shit! 

Frankie swung her full body weight around tearing her tits from Gina's
grip and dashing Claudia violently into the doorpost. The hands
momentarily relaxed and Frankie shot from the bedroom. She crashed
into the hall table before flying out off the front door. Out in the
bright street she ran for her bike "Hey lady, nice boobs" called a
teenaged lad. Instinctively she zipped her jacket up before screaming
into the distance on the accelerating Harley. The teenage boy turned
to see two women naked as the day they were born peering out into the
street, before vanishing back into the house. The boy glanced around,
and then walked on whistling, "I think I'll make this my regular route
back from the pool hall" 

Inside the apartment the girls recoiled from the hall and the
sunlight, Claudie asked, "Did you finish?" pointedly "No, I had only
just bitten!" came the muted response, Gina turned and threw up onto
the hall carpet. Claudie rushed to her aid "But she knows, she is a
danger!" "And whose fault is that Claudie, we could have just taken
the beating and let her leave, now she knows!" Gina coughed "I'm sorry
I panicked, did you really love her?" "Once but now its too late for
that, like you I only really love Joyce - and what she gives us"
Claudie followed Gina into the bedroom, despite everything that had
just occurred it only took minutes for the sound of skin sliding
against skin to resume, as ritual leg clinching took the place of
reasoned argument.

Joyce parked the car in her usual slot and arm-in-arm with Lesley
walked up the steps to her apartment. Opening the door Joyce stumbled
on the upended table, before re-positioning it "Sorry about the mess I
have some sloppy house guests at the moment - you pop through into the
lounge take a seat, I'll introduce my friends in a minute" Joyce
smiled persuasively. Lesley winked and walked into the lounge swinging
her damp denim ass suggestively. 

Joyce decamped to the bedroom, where once she unglued the humping
pussies - she was told the whole sorry story "I have a solution to
that problem in the other room, but if this is going to work you two
need to control your lust. Lesley is strictly off limits, as my slave
she is not nosferatu; that means unlike you she can stand the light of
day and track down Frankie. Do you have a picture of her Gina, and
which clubs does she use?" asked Joyce "No picture on me but there's
one on our website, and we normally hang out at Meow Mix" Gina replied
thoughtfully "Great we'll get her back real soon don't worry, Lesley
and I will make sure of it!" Now come meet our latest addition to our
nest of roost mates.

Lesley hung around outside the club on Houston Street, waiting for the
allotted ten minutes to pass. Joyce had already entered and the delay
was her tactic. The club was starting to get busy, as it was just
after five and 2-4-1 happy hour had just begun. Lesley felt more than
a little odd, what a day this had been she still didn't really
understand how any of this had started, but she was on a roller
coaster; she just couldn't stop. She found the admiring glances she
was getting from the entering patrons a definite turn-on, smiling she
shifted slightly in her sticky pants, only two more minutes and she'd
be inside her first lesbian club!

Chapter 12: Home run 

Joyce scanned the slowly filling ground floor room, no sign of her
yet; a minute later she had confirmed the same was true in the upper
bar. She returned downstairs, in a second Lesley would arrive and the
search would begin in earnest. A tall blonde approached Joyce "Are you
looking for some one in particular?" The quiet voice whispered in her
ear as the girl bent close. Joyce turned her, lips replacing her ear,
and then a seductive touch of lip gloss "I think I may have found
them" she replied breathlessly "Lets chill in one of the stalls
upstairs, I'm Sherry and you are?" the curious blonde asked
"Unstoppable!" laughed Joyce, together they walked upstairs.

Lesley walked into the club, and looked around for either Joyce or the
target Frankie, no sign of either. Sighing she decided to get a drink
to relax, and then to mingle! What a nice word she thought, "mingle
with the minges, or even mingling minges" a sliver of lust ran up and
down her spine. She walked through the assortment of femmes in front
of her one, a pretty black girl in a tight floral dress turned to
speak, "Hi, your new here aren't you, I can tell by the look - first
time?" she queried "Yup, I'm looking for a friend of a friend, Um
Frankie?" replied Lesley "Not in yet, look don't go looking for her,
she's a bit, off the wall, you know S&M scene," 

The girl continued in a deeply suggestive voice "Whereas me I'm easy
goin' if you know what I mean" "I'm not sure I do, but I'd like to
find out - later finding Frankie's important to my friend, you are?"
Lesley replied losing her self in the dark brown eyes "Patricia,
lovers call me "Trish", will you be one?" fell out of the thick
sensual lips "We'll find out later Patricia, could you keep an eye out
for Frankie?" Lesley sighed "Sure thing, where will I find you?" Trish
asked, "Oh, around, you know!" Lesley replied, "I know" Trish replied
her hand clinging slightly to Lesley's as she walked away.

Lesley continued her journey around the lower floor, meeting some eyes
with interest, but watched by more. Eventually she completed her
search and wandered upstairs; her bobbing ass swung as her gusset rode
up to cling to the damp folds, she was enjoying this! A perusal of the
top bar yielded the same result, she was just about to check out the
can to see if Joyce was in there when something caught her attention.
A tall blonde sat behind on of the tables in the second stall, her
cropped hair was pushed back hard against the seat back, and her own
back arched like a bow. She must be wanking, here in full view;
surprised she gawped at the slightly bucking girl. It was then she saw
the pump poking out of the far side of the table, the sole pointing
towards the ceiling, how the hell was she doing that; a contortionist?
Silently Lesley crouched and peeked under the table, she had found
Joyce, and her small body was curled under the table as her lips and
tongue did their productive work inside the pulled back flies of the
blonde's jeans.

"Oh you're a watcher, that's cool, you can watch me if you want" The
familiar voice in her ear caused her to jump in shock. Trish crouched
besides her grinning broadly "Frankie's here, if you can tear yourself
away come down an' I'll introduce you" Lesley now irradiating a new
blushed pink color followed the wide-assed girl down the stairs, her
eyes were fascinated by the undulations performed by the pretty
flowers. Lesley walked towards the leather-clad figure of Frankie, her
lank red hair hung from her in an unfashionable mullet; she didn't
look too attractive a proposition! "Frankie this is my new grrl
Lesley" Trish lied deliberately "Hi, Lesley, pleased to meet you"
Frankie dead eyes sparkled a little. 

"Hello to you Frankie we have a mutual friend, Gina" Lesley said in
her lowest voice. Frankie's face darkened "Oh, she's been mutual with
you too, why doesn't that surprise me any more" "I'm not interested in
Gina any more not since she told me about your preferences, you see
I'm strictly Femdom" lied Lesley "Are you now, lets discuss this
somewhere a little quieter, should we" Frankie raised her left eyebrow
and both corners of her mouth, it was amazing how much a smile
improved her! "Sure, I just need to pee first, I'm fit to burst"
squirmed Lesley "No problem, I'll just follow you to the can" Frankie
grinned. The two women walked to the back of the club together "Your
new grrl, yeah, sure Trish" Trish swung imperiously around "Shut up
Andy"

Lesley felt distinctly uncomfortable perched on the rim of the toilet
bowl; it wasn't so much the cold porcelain that worried her. It was
more the thought, she had never thought she would piss into some one
else's mouth. Frankie crouched expectantly between her spread knees,
she had to do something, but nothing would come! An idea occurred,
"Slave I need servicing first she pointed to her dark hued shaven
vulva" Frankie grinned "Yes mistress, at once". Good to her word an
expert tongue descended into Lesley's virgin folds skimmed lightly
along the puffed lips and fell into the honey between them. As the
tongue travelled luxuriously it found the hard nub it sought, lips
closed, and a glorious suction began. 

If this didn't stop she was going to - it was no good she could hold
back no longer. As the orgasm hit Lesley urine spurted liberally from
her pussy and ran down Frankie's chin, quickly Frankie re-positioned
her mouth so not to waste an of the amber fluid. Frankie was in
heaven, this was always off limits with Gina, and she being the
faithful kind had missed the dusky flavour. Lesley rode up against the
bowl as her second sapphic climax hit her. Minutes of pure ecstasy
passed, and finally they emerged triumphant from the crowded stall. A
small dark girl washed her hands in one of the gleaming sinks "Had
fun, I heard your call Lesley, even where I was!" "What the fuck..."
Started Frankie, her voice cut off by the sudden impact on the rear of
her neck. Reeling she staggered forward, the petite woman thrust her
hands roughly up her damp tee-shirt and onto her large breast, excited
as she was the nipples were easy to locate. As the pain stung Frankie
back to awareness the first red-hot orgasm hit her between the legs.
Lesley relaxed her grip on the writhing girl; she would be even easier
to control from now on in.   
   

Part four of twelve
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Foot Notes
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