Author's Note: Inspired by "Call Me" by SuzakuSama and the song Everything by Buckcherry.
Ch. 1: Just Another Trick
Chronology: Present Day.
"Lightning", as she's known on the streets, sits quietly at the bar of this far-too-fancy-for-her-own-tastes restaurant. She knows she'd never come here on her own. Way too expensive. So she throws back the rest of her drink and waits, drumming her fingers on the bar. For a moment, her coaster seems to be something worth further inspection, but she quickly loses interest and dismisses the thought.
Soft elevator music plays gently in the backdrop, a few sparse couples sway on the dance floor, lost in the moments of each other. The bartender returns to her with a helpful smile on his young, clean face. "Another, miss?" he asks politely.
Lightning does a quick check inside of her purse, makes an exaggerated disappointed shrug. Shakes her head, softly as she meets the young man's eyes. "No. I guess, I'll just have a water…it's…getting late anyway…"
Her eyes slide over to her left. A balding, middle-aged man sits there in a dark navy blue suit and matching tie. His eyes are bloodshot. The cigar between his large meaty fingers burns an ignored path down toward his flesh. He's too pissed-drunk to notice the inflection of Lightning's voice, the low husky tone beneath her words, but it does carry to someone.
The tall athletic brunette eyes this woman cautiously. She slams back her own drink and with a simple flick of her wrist signals to the barman to get her another of the same. He nods, quietly acknowledging her request. Jade eyes slide over to the pink-haired woman, who has now lit a cigarette and is sucking suggestively on it, her attention fully trained on the man to her left.
A smirk comes to the brunette's lips. "Those things'll kill ya," she warns, as she leans over, effectively invading the other woman's space. The woman rolls her ocean-blue eyes and blows out her smoke. The smirk never leaves the taller woman's eyes.
"Tell me something I don't know," the pinkette murmurs under her breath.
The raven-haired woman leans her tall, athletic frame closer to the slightly shorter blonde. Her eyes never leave the other woman's face. "They'll age ya first, though" she says, smirking as a tiny inkling of horror alights behind the blonde woman's eyes.
She regains herself quickly enough, her eyes settling back to their cool, indifferent demeanor. The brunette can't help herself. She reaches for the blonde's face, trailing her knuckles down the smooth skin of her cheek. " It's a shame," she says, her eyes burning into the blue ones before her, and she knows by the wide whites that now show, and the gentle shiver at the unexpected touch, that the woman is caught off-guard by her charm. The brunette's lips curl up in an easygoing grin designed to make the blonde feel more at ease. Her smile widens more, when it works and the "working girl" relaxes in her presence.
The raven-haired woman shakes her head. "Ah, who'm I kiddin' right?" she says, raising her second glass, "Like this isn't worse, huh?" she asks, slamming it back and signaling for another. The blonde never falters. Her eyes narrow, and the brunette can see vicious intelligence flash behind the striking blue orbs.
"Who are you anyway?" Can never be too careful, Lightning thinks. After all, prostitution isn't exactly legal.
The brunette chuckles, her accent, subtle at first, comes alive with the release of tension. "Me? I'm just someone," she says. Her shoulders come up in a dismissive shrug. Her demeanor changes instantly. Her eyes smolder. She closes the distance. Her voice goes low and husky, matching Lightning's earlier attempt.
"Someone…" she says slowly, reaching for Lightning's forgotten cigarette as her eyes continue to burn through the woman before her. "…who wants…" she takes the cigarette, her eyes never leaving Lightning's. The blonde flinches when their fingers momentarily touch and fireworks shoot up her nerves to twitter around in her body like she's never known. Lightning finds it hard to think clearly, her eyes locked, imprisoned by the stranger before her, this mysterious, and beautif-no, downright handsome- woman with the definite not-from-around-Cocoon accent.
Lightning stares and doesn't notice that her lips have parted slightly, that her breathing is rapid, that her pale skin is flushed. The brunette continues to tease her, her cigarette now being sucked suggestively and slowly, those smoldering emeralds scorching her body with a strange new heat. "…to buy you a drink…" the brunette finally finishes, winking at Lightning, with a smile that says, I know what you are and I want it. And somehow, Lightning forgets to breathe.
She swallows hard and licks her lips absently, her throat is suddenly dry. No one has ever made her feel this way. Frightened. Exhilarated. So turned on. She forces a smile to her painted lips. The brunette grins back at her, ear to ear. Her eyes are somewhat wild and unfocused, and Lightning eagerly knocks back her second drink and hops down from the bar stool. She smooths her satin dress down, as the brunette crushes out her cigarette and tells the bartender to "put it on my tab, Mickey," The fresh-faced boy nods and waves them good evening.
Lightning's pace is quick, half out of nerves and half because the brunette is all legs, easily outpacing her to her ca- er…limo…? Lightning swallows back a gasp and tries to act cool. She's had plenty of Johns before. Hundreds even. Maybe thou- no, maybe not quite that many…but still, she's had her fair share. And mostly they were types like this dyke. Rich. Only this dyke was more than rich, she realized as the chauffer opened the door and bowed deeply to her before she got in. From the size of the limo, which seemed more like a deep, dark, cavern once she got inside, Lightning knew, this woman was filthy rich. Filthy, stinking rich.
Well she thought to herself. Never had a Jane before. At least this one'll be worth my time and effort.
The fierce brunette had gotten in behind her and was now looking at her expectantly. A few moments pass while Lightning takes in her surroundings and the brunette begins to stroke her knee, sending shockwaves of pleasure and desire directly to her center. This is a wholly new experience for Lightning. She bats away the hand to remove the distraction so she can calm herself.
Focus, Lightning. This is no different than any other John. She's just another trick. In that instant, her cool, calculating demeanor returns and the nervous, brazen drunk notices, pulling back to look more clearly at the blonde's expression.
Blue eyes rove the brunette ruthlessly scanning every detail of her person for information. From the material of her suit, the amount and quality of the diamonds in her watch and stud earrings, the pure, large emeralds surrounded by gold of her cufflinks, the Migelo brand belt, Lady Ashelia tie and Ratsbane loafers, Lightning comes up with a number.
"Ten grand. Cash. Upfront. " she says firmly, knowing the handsome dyke can more than afford it. Hell it's probably chump change to her.
The dark-haired woman only smirks arrogantly at her. "By the hour?"
Lightning rolls her eyes. Surely she can't be that dumb. She sighs. "Yes, of course by the-"
"And what if I wanna keep ya all night?" the brunette inquires, her voice gone back to that low, accented, throaty drawl. Her arrogant smirk grows, lips turning up at the corners of her mouth.
"Wha-? N-No…I-can't-" Lightning stammers, "Ser-I…midnight," she says finally.
The brunette snorts, a light chuckle escapes her mouth. "Ha! The slut's got a curfew?"
Black spots fill her vision suddenly and her head swirls, the side of her face aches with a sharp throb, the sound of a sonic boom rings in her ears.
"I'm a whore, not a slut. There's a difference. Ten grand difference. Never forget that," she says coldly.
The brunette rubs the side of her face that just got slapped. She nods slowly. "Yea, sorry." she mumbles. "the booze…makes me stupid sometimes…" her lips twitches upward in an apologetic smile.
"So…" she glances down at her diamond-encrusted watch. "Midnight, eh? That means I've got you for…the next three hours," she says. Reaching into the inside pocket of her suit jacket, she pulls out a rubber-banded wad of gil and tosses it to the blonde.
Lightning catches it mid-air, and somehow manages not to gape at the amount. She thumbs through it quickly and realizes it's all 100 gil bills. There's got to be twenty, thirty thousand gil here, easy, she marvels. It's more money than she's ever seen in her life at one time.
As if, by way of explanation, the brunette speaks. "It's all there. Thirty thou. Give or take a few thou," she shrugs, "call the rest a…tip," that heart-melting smile flashes again and Lightning feels her knees tremble. She quickly stuffs the wad of cash in her purse. She glances down at her watch. 9:15.
"Better tell your driver to step on it. Time's wasting," she says.
To her surprise, the tanned woman straddles her, "Or we could just start now," she says. The next thing Lightning knows, her head is swimming wildly and the woman's mouth is on hers, her tongue invading, caressing, exploring the depths of Lightning's mouth and it's all she can do not to moan or shudder when she feels a hand creep up her thigh, raking nails in an upward trail toward her center.
She shoves the brunette away, ripping their lips apart with a wet smack. "What?" the dark-haired woman asks, a bewildered confusion on her face.
Lightning shakes her head. "No kissing," she says, catching a breath, "It's against the rules,"
The brunette chuckles heartily. "Well you didn't say that before we started, dear. There any other rules I'm gonna be tempted to break?"
Lightning pauses. The brunette suddenly realizes something is wrong. The blonde is quiet for far too long. "Yea," she says softly, "don't-" she swallows hard, but forces her gaze to meet the no-longer-arrogant emeralds, and the brunette is torn by this simple action.
"Don't get violent," she says, almost too soft to be heard over the rushing wind coming in from the half-cracked windows, "please,"
Oerba Yun Fang's throat tightens, her eyes water. She glances away, appalled, disgusted, hurting for this stranger's previous hurts. She swallows and lets out a slow breath. Turning back to face the blonde, her voice is steady, her accent thicker. "I wouldn't ever dream of-"
"Shhh…" Lightning silences the handsome lesbian with a finger against her plush lips. She quickly switches their position, turning and shoving the other woman back against the leather seat. She straddles the taller woman and shivers at the feel of her long, slender fingers as they meet at the small of her back, locking tight. Holding her secure.
Lighting finds the woman's pulse point and attacks without mercy, suckling hard at the flushed and throbbing flesh. The woman lets out a grunt, her breaths quickly become short and shallow. "Shit," she curses, as her hands desperately push up Lightning's dress and travel further upward.
Lightning sits back, breaking the contact long enough to pull the dress over her head. The brunette eyes her ample tits appreciatively before pulling a rosy pink nipple into her mouth and giving it a similar treatment. One arm has Lightning around the waist to keep her steady in the moving vehicle, the other gropes and massages her other breast and Lightning wants to cry out for this experienced lesbian. Half-suppressed sounds make their escape from her lips because the combined sensations of fingers, lips, teeth and tongue working each of her breasts vigorously in turn is almost too much to bear and she can't suppress it all.
Lightning closes her eyes and pushes away, forcing herself out of the brunette's grasp. This isn't about her pleasure tonight. It's never about Lightning's pleasure. This is work. It's always work. And what the client pays for…the client gets…
Green eyes smolder with want as a nervous Lightning slowly pulls the brunette's tie out of it's formal knot with trembling fingers. Fang grasps hold of one of her hands, only to suckle gently on her index finger, all while eyeing Lightning knowingly. Lightning tries to ignore the gentle stir of arousal between her legs, focusing instead on pulling the tie off, and just before it finally comes loose, she feels a sharp pressure on the tip of her finger, and the gentle arousal spikes exponentially. She bites her lower lip, to keep her excitement contained, but the brunette can feel her warmth through the thin, moist barrier of her panties.
Lightning slides down the woman's body, landing to her knees on the carpeted floor. She grips the woman's shirt with both hands, fingers expertly snugged in between buttons, and pulls her hands apart, tearing the woman's shirt open, exposing her tanned flesh. The woman gasps in surprise, but Lightning is sure she doesn't mind. Her chest heaves, her skin is flushed, her breaths are short.
No, Lightning thinks, as her hand gently glides up the woman's perfectly toned stomach, she doesn't mind. She carefully cups a laced breast and gives it a firm squeeze. The woman arches into her hand, giving a soft moan. Lightning's hand shoves under the bra, to grope the large breast skin-to-skin and receives a louder moan as her reward. She takes the woman's nipple between her thumb and forefinger rolling it between her digits with a firm pressure. The brunette sighs, throwing her head back against the seat.
Lightning's heart begins to pound, and it's a sensation she's not used to. One she's uncomfortable with. Stop it, you're Lightning. You don't scare. Besides, she's just another trick.
Just another trick. she tells herself as she nervously fumbles with the brunette's belt. The leather is stiff, brand new, and it won't budge. Her tension builds higher, turning to fury. Her fumbling becomes rough, angry tugs at the material that dares to defy her.
"Wait," the brunette whispers breathily, " Here, let me," she says, expertly manipulating the leather to her whim with nimble, dexterous fingers. The tail slides through the buckle with ease at her gentle coaxing. Lightning seizes the brunette by the waist of her slacks. The rest of the task is accomplished in a quick flash from knowing hands and the brunette gasps as her garments suddenly make friends with her ankles.
Lightning shoves the brunette's knees apart and pauses. She knows she's venturing into unfamiliar territory. She glances up. Emeralds flicker down at her, unable to hide the desire burning through her being. Lightning relaxes. She knows this look. She dives in, confident in her silently appointed task. She's good at this. Even if this is her first Jane.
Her first taste brings a satisfied moan from the brunette's lips as the woman's hips buck forward to meet her mouth. It's not that different, she realizes, her confidence growing in leaps and bounds with each sigh, each whispered curse from the other woman, who steadily begins to melt for her. "Shit, shit," she sighs, "Oh, fuck…you-you're so good,"
Lightning smiles at this. Their eyes meet as Lightning continues swirling her tongue inside the other woman, while she sucks gently at the small bundle of nerves.
The brunette's hand is suddenly in her hair, grasping painfully. Her hips jerk forward. Her legs clamp shut and Lightning can't breathe anymore. She has a moment of panic with the sudden restriction of airflow to her lungs. Then the other woman shudders and Lightning can feel her body reverberate with a deep groan, and she realizes she's done her job. The brunette comes hard.
A/N- I might tweek this just a bit. Ch. 2 is in the works. This is prolly gonna turn out darker than my usual. but it is a Fang/Light romance, unconventional maybe, but one anyway.