Jessamine

“God damn, feels good to be clean again!” Gloria announced. A cloud of steam followed her as she stepped out of the bathroom, zipping up a pair of soft grey leather trousers. Her skin glowed from the heat, her ash-blonde curls dripped water onto her shoulders and naked breasts.

Jessamine smiled and came to be hugged. “Too clean,” she murmured. “You should have left just a little behind your ears, like perfume. Mmnn…” She snuggled. “That’s what I fell for; the oil on your lips, the leather on your hips…”

“And the stick that dips,” Gloria said crudely. She pressed her knuckles between the other woman’s legs. “How much slutting around did you do while I was gone, slut?”

Jessamine squirmed against her lover. “Not a slut.” She gently bit at an earlobe. “Sweet daddy…”

“Yeah, polly pervert, that’s what you call it.”

“Polymorphously perverse. And you love it, admit it.”

“Polymorphously slut. Goddamn, I missed you.” Gloria ran her fingers down the other’s cheek. “You didn’t slut around at all, did you, you just waited for your daddy?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come on, I got a bloody steak waiting, a six-pack of Guinness, and me for dessert.” Jess took her to the table, sat down across from her, and watched the food disappear.

“What are you staring at?”

“I’m looking at a lunatic,” Jess said. “You could have trucked it home.”

“Aw, damnit, little girl!” Gloria drawled. “It was fun! You see my boot?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I really thought my foot was gone, shit!”

“Yeah, right,” Jess said dryly. “Fun.”

“You’re right, sugar, I could have been here, having fun with you.” Gloria said, grinning wolfishly. “But you know what I thought? First thing? I thought, well, if I lose that foot, Miss Jess’ll want me to stuff the stump right up her cunt. I’ll give her the biggest dick she’s ever had in her life!” She roared at her own humor and speared the last of her steak.

“You want dessert?” Jess said, and lifted an eyebrow.

Gloria stretched her long, muscular arms. “Mmnn… That bath made me sleepy, and I’m too full for dessert,” she said. “Come give Daddy a backrub, okay?”

“I shaved my pussy…”

“Oh, yeah? Let me see.”

Jess stood up and unzipped her jeans. To the boomp-a-doomp tune that Gloria hummed, she slipped them down her legs and kicked them free. She slid a thumb into her panties.

“Take your hair down, little girl,” Gloria instructed her.

Jess raised her arms and pulled the band away, shaking her cinnamon mane out over her shoulders. Then she went back to the task of slipping her panties down one leg at a time. Strutting around the table to where Gloria sat with fingers laced across her stomach, she shimmied her ass a few inches from her audience’s face.

Gloria perused Jess’s newly exposed labia, grinning, but wouldn’t even rub her fingers along the sensitive skin. “Tell you what,” she chuckled; “You can rub your pussy up and down on my back…”

Jessamine, pouting, gathered up her garments and followed Gloria into the bedroom. Gloria was true to her word. Jess’s most artful massage could not spark her lover. When Jess blew heat into the crack of her ass, she simply got slapped away. Dutifully, Jessamine set her desires aside for the moment, and concentrated on making Gloria feel comfortable. She was only partly pleased when Gloria hugged her tight.

“Tomorrow, little girl. I’ll feel more like it, okay?”

They were lounging across the bed, watching TV, when the phone rang. across the bed, watching TV, when the phone rang. Jess, reluctant to end this pleasant intimacy, pressed herself into Gloria’s bare back and let her hand wander over the round biceps and cup each breast in turn, hefting them thoughtfully as Gloria picked up the phone.

“Oh, hey, how you doing!” she said, and then; “Yeah, just got back… Oh, I got a ‘56 Harley, but I hadda take it straight over to the shop…” Jessamine had already heard the story twice. First in installments, by phone from the road, and then in a speedy, disjointed monologue while she sat at the edge of the tub; “…just like a cowboy movie… That Harley is a pig, I never should have bought it – Two days to drive down – Well, I should have known, I had to rebuild the carb, and you’d think that in a meet that size, in San Diego, for chrissake, I coulda found a rebuild kit– Four hours north, and the muffler caught fire, shooting out like a bazooka… Cussing at the fucking trucks, I was so tired I didn’t even want to get off the freeway and find a motel… So, clang clang, and I see my drive chain just a-flapping… Some kind of big piece of metal, her tire threw it up. I never looked to see what it was actually, but it just whammed through my chaps, got my boot– Bitch never– She just drove on past me, you know, that tight-ass little smile– And I’m looking down to see if my goddamn foot is cut off– no blood, my foot’s still there, no cut– Hell, there’s hardly a bruise. Well, road nerves… I just got off the hog, and I sat down. And I stayed sat down for maybe two hours… Oh, yeah? You nearby? Sure, come on over, babe– I wouldn’t want you to dump the hog.” She laughed, and untangling herself from Jess’s embrace, reached for her grey pants. “No, nothing’s shaking…”

Jess looked up, wounded; she she was still hoping to rouse Gloria to passion.

Gloria leered at her from behind the receiver. “Yeah, Sheba, see you in a few minutes…”

Sheba! There was only one Sheba, as far as Jessamine knew. She stood up. “Want me to go to the other bedroom?” she said with a fair attempt at nonchalance. “I sure am glad you made it home, I’ll let you sleep in peace now…”

“Don’t go yet!” Gloria protested. “I got someone for you to meet, she’s coming over right now. I built this bike for her, you gotta see it, it’s so-o-o cherry…” She smirked. “Someone a freaky little broad like you needs to know. I’m surprised you two ain’t met already – Sheba Morales.”

“Yeah, I know – I mean. We’ve met.” Jess went over to her clothes. Damn, she couldn’t see her panties anywhere. If she threw on her jeans without them, would Gloria notice? She picked up her shirt with trembling hands.

“Well, cool,” Gloria said. “So stick around.” She plucked the shirt from Jess’s fingers. “Don’t need to get dressed, for Sheb’. If I tell her you’re my best girl, she might throw some action your way.”

“No, Daddy, I ought to go.”

“You don’t ought to go,” Gloria insisted, frowning. She looked hard at Jess, who was pawing around for her underwear. “You need your sex, I understand, it’s cool.”

“Uh-uh…” Jess knew she was going to say the wrong thing, at any moment now. Her head was swimming, with the sense of impending doom; “Gloria, please, I’ll call you later, come back… Look honey, me and Sheba, we don’t – oh, shit…” She had found her panties, but Gloria kept the shirt out of her reach.

“Gloria, baby,” she said helplessly.

“Is this,” Gloria demanded, “something I need to know about?”

“Can I have my shirt?”

“After you tell me. Is this one of those juicy little stories?”

“Oh, god… Please, Daddy, she’ll be here any minute,” Jess said, and knew she’d said too much.

Gloria’s eyes glittered suddenly, and she ran her fingers through her curls. “Oh, now, this is real inter’stin,” she drawled softly. Jess watched, horrified, as she folded the shirt neatly and put it up on her closet shelf.

“My little girl is afraid of my good buddy Sheba. I wonder…” Gloria moved around the room, straightening up. “Naw, that can’t be it,” she said, apparently in response to some line of thought. “She’s ‘Rican, but you ain’t prejudiced, is you.” She laughed at the scornful glare Jess gave her. “And rough trade don’t scare you, do it Miss Jess? I don’t know why you ain’t gone after her already. She rides the sexiest hog in town – after mine, of course. And she fills them leathers like something else-”

She had moved to the far side of the room; Jessamine sprinted for the door, pounding down the short hall.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Gloria leapt in pursuit instantly, as if she had been waiting for that very move. “Hah, gotcha!” She made a long arm and grabbed her prey by the elbow. “And all that red fringe, mmnn…” she finished, gloatingly.

“Oh, Jesus, Gloria,” Jess writhed in her grasp. “Let me go, you bitch! You can’t, you can’t…”

“Watch your mouth,” Gloria said breathlessly. Jess struggled and swore.

“Damn, sugar, calm down before we both get hurt… Oof!” Jess connected, suddenly, elbowing her in the stomach.

“Shit, bitch!” Gloria cried, halfway between rage and laughter. Their struggle had put them in front of the hall closet; Gloria pulled the door open, and rummaged one-handed along a shelf, while Jess yanked and tugged futilely in the other direction.

Jessamine knew what she was searching for even before it was brandished before her. “No, wait!” she shrieked. “We lost the key for those, remember?”

“We did?” Gloria perused the police cuffs. “Oh, yeah, we did… That’s a shame, I’ll take ‘em into the shop tomorrow…” She pulled the other pair off her Bates jacket, where they had been hanging from the right-hand epaulet. “Where’s the keys to these?”

“In your watch pocket” Jess whispered.

Gloria chuckled, fishing them out. “Let’s set up a little surprise for Sheba,” she said, and hustled Jess back to the bedroom by one wrist and a handful of hair.

Jess felt herself fly onto the bed, and grunt-yelped when Gloria threw herself on top of her, pushing her face down into the bedclothes. Gloria wrapped her arms around Jess’s middle and forced her ignominiously forward to kneel facing the brass headboard. “Grab it” she ordered, and cuffed the redhead’s wrists to the big central baluster.

“Oh no, oh no, oh god…” Jess breathed.

“Don’t hurt my bed, little girl!” Gloria said, watching her struggle.

“I’ll break it down, if I can,” she said between her teeth.

“And I’ll beat on you,” Gloria said, pleasantly, “With every piece, so just stop it… Just tell me one thing, though. This, between you and Sheb’ – whose fault is it? Hers?”

“Mine” Jess admitted. She stopped fighting. What was the point? “Me, I fucked up… She’ll tell you all about it, I’m sure.” She tucked her knees under in a fetal crouch, trying to shield herself as best she could.

“Oh, good,” Gloria said. “Cause I am curious. And I’d feel terrible about throwing you to the lions for the wrong reasons, sweetheart.” She plopped down on the bed next to her captive. “If this is as bad as you seem to think, maybe I should get mad too?”

Jess, in fact, had been wondering that very same thing. “Why should you,” she said. “You already think I’m a slut-”

“Mmnn… I had a feeling it was one of those juicy pussy things. Now if you messed with her bike, you know, I’d be mad…” She laughed, a single short bark.

Jess began fighting against her cuffs again.

“If you really want them off, this is not the way to convince me.” Glorai pointed out.

Jess ignored her, cursing under her breath in a steady litany.

“Watch your mouth, sweetie,” Gloria said, grinning. “You look awfully sexy, wiggling ‘round like that… Tell me, sugar, you in the mood?”

Jess felt Gloria take hold of her hips, pulling her onto her knees again. She had to grip the headboard for support. The hand went for her panties. She writhed as best she could to prevent their removal.

“Hold still,” Gloria ordered.

Jess froze, feeling the cold edge of a steel blade on her skin. A snick, and the only shield she had was gone, and she heard the whirl and click sound of the switchblade closing again.

“Lets see what your pussy has to say.” Gloria’s fingers invaded her slave’s sex; “Oh, it’s saying; ‘Please, Daddy ‘G’, I’m just as wet as I can be…’”

“Fuck you, Gloria,” Jess muttered.

“Watch it, Jessamine!”

Jess turned to look up at her. “Daddy, help me, I’m scared,” she said as if it were not Gloria who had put her there.

In a flashing instant, her daddy was there, loving, concerned, and reasonable. “Come on, little girl, you know you got the choice. You can have those things off in a snap, if you want. You really want to leave? Okay, fine. Tell me you don’t want to play. You’re free, just like that.”

Jess was silent. She couldn’t make herself speak.

“Sorry? I didn’t hear.” Gloria cocked her head.

“I…” Her throat went dry. Silently, she cursed herself for her own perversity. “Don’t take them off.”

“What?” Gloria pretended incredulousness.

“I deserve them,” Jess half whispered. “I’d just run again… Like a little coward.” The vision swam into her mind, of Sheba’s angry, contemptuous glare. “I’m sorry… I have no self-respect in this – I don’t deserve any respect – Oh… I don’t know if I can make it up with her, Daddy, I’d do anything, truly – but I’m so scared!”

“Well you probably should be.” Gloria was the predator again; “But you’d better do what you can, cause I can’t have someone like Sheba doggin’ on my best girl. And I don’t know at this moment, if you’re worth the fight I’d have to have, honey.”

“But what will she do?” Jess wailed.

“Hell, I don’t know.” Gloria shrugged. “Sheba, she told me on the phone, she’s been riding around all day. I bet her crotch is just buzzing. Maybe you could lick her so good she’ll forgive you – whatever it is.” Gloria chuckled. “Maybe she’ll wanna whale on you some, what do you think? You gonna take it, right? I promise –” she held up her hands. “I will interfere if it looks like you gonna get too marked up, so don’t worry about that… Or maybe,” she added, and watched Jess’s face as she did; “Just maybe she won’t even remember you. Maybe she don’t care about it anymore. Maybe, me and her will just go down to the Billiard hall for a brew, leave you here.”

“No.” She began the fruitless tugging again.

“No?” Gloria affected surprise. “You don’t like that? Oh, I can see them little wheels turning in your head, honey.” The fingers took hold of her nipples and rolled them sharply, making her buck away. Sheet lightening rolled its way to her clit. “Now…” Gloria crooned. “This little freak don’t really want to go home, does she… she wants to stick around and play… Why, you’re ready to freak right out, ain’t you?”

A look passed between them, of understanding; something very nearly a smile shadowed Jess’s tearful face before she turned away again. And then she felt Gloria’s weight pushing against her ass, leather grinding into her unprotected pussy.

“Don’t start thinking too much,” Gloria advised her. “Best thing for you to do is to worry about how far to jump, if you hear ‘frog’.”

Jess felt the adrenal surge, the on-the-edge elation, of putting herself in the hands of these two very dangerous women. She was about to invite sexual mayhem down on her head. Her crossed wires were a bane and a boon, depending. Right now she was glad she was in Gloria’s hands. She knew she could trust Daddy Gee. Sheba was the risk, an unknown quantity. Incredibly desirable, and after what had happened, forever denied. Jess had little tolerance for denial; “Yes, Daddy, anything,” she said, no louder than breathing. Louder then that was the click of the switchblade.

Jess knew well how surgically sharp that blade was. It took a steady hand to lay it, as Gloria was doing, against taut satiny human skin, letting it slide at the exact surface without cutting. It took a tremendous amount of self-control, extorted by fear of the blade, to hold still while it skated across her nervous flesh. Jess could barely endure it.

Her juices surged and she moaned, as if unwillingly, in response to the knife’s thin trail across her buttocks. She felt the knife’s point, delicate against her clitoris, tapping a single nerve ending. She hissed her response, felt it against her vagina next, and then menace her rectum, and her whole body was tingling instantly with a need to submit; to wriggle like a bitch hound under the lash.

Gloria had waited until Jess gave her consent, formally, to be abused. Now, through the magic of ritual, she gave Jess the gift of receiving it as pleasure. “That’s my girl,” Gloria said softly, and closed the blade.

Jess felt ready for anything.

Still, a good deal of her resolve evaporated when Gloria left her side to answer the doorbell. Maybe Sheba wasn’t turned on by Damsels in Distress. Jess shook her hair over her face, trying to hide in it. She pulled her knees in, cradling her pussy over her feet, but she knew better than to let Gloria catch her that way. She corrected her posture, listening to the heavy tread coming up the hall to the bedroom.

“Ay, conó – I didn’t know you were busy,” Sheba said at the door. ” Oops – you really are busy…”

Jess made herself as small and still as possible. It didn’t work; they still could see her.

“Oh, we weren’t doing nothing,” Gloria said. “Just waiting for you.”

“But– you got a girl handcuffed to your bed, and she ain’t got a stitch on.” Sheba advanced into the room “How you doin’, mamacita? Ooh, she ain’t got no hair on her pussy, either. Ooh, look at that pinocha pelon’– Maybe you always watch TV. like this?”

“Now that’s a funny thing,” Gloria drawled. “I said you was on your way, and she freaked out, you know? Wanted to leave. She just wouldn’t listen to reason…”

“So?” “Well, it seems you two have met before. She’s scared to death of you, good buddy, in fact.”

“Afraid? of me? We’ve met, you say?”

Jess could feel this new presence, see her as clearly as if she were staring straight at her. God knew, she had watched her often enough, hungrily, from a distance. She looked like El Zorro’s sister, a stereotype of the flashing eyed, olive-skinned Latin spitfire. And she was butch as hell, riding a Harley like a black stallion. She was wearing the leather Gloria had been talking about, her jacket and chaps dripping with red and black fringe. Jess could hear it swish close by, and whimpered, feeling it slide gently over her back.

“We’ve met? This cula, and me? Where, I wonder…”

“Now, I was hoping you could tell me.” Gloria leaned against the headboard. “Cause she wouldn’t say.”

Jess gripped the bar of the headboard that she was cuffed to, and tried not to jump at the touch of icy hands as they explored her rump.

“Don’t like cold hands on your ass, honey?”

That was scary, Sheba had noticed. Jess licked dry lips.

“It’s so wet outside, it looks like rain, I already slid all over that intersection by the Hall, know it?” Her scent wafted over Jess, leather, smoke, a little perfume. One hand cradled her throat, while the other slid between her legs, gentle as feathers.

“Oh, I do know it,” Gloria said. “Scary, with the traffic in your face that way…”

Jess shivered nervously. Her wet cunt was giving her secrets away; Sheba purred at the discovery. But the real ordeal began. That hand at her neck cupped her chin, lifted it gently. It pushed away her veil of hair.”So, Chica, where did we meet, hmnn?” Sheba said, as if to herself.

Jess met her study, holding her face still as stone.

The black hair fell around Sheba’s rather square face, the full mouth curved in a puzzled half-smile. The dark brown eyes, Sheba’s eyes… Jess fell into them. If only she could offer her heart, and then they turned cold and hard.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Sheba said at last. “It’s been a while, baby. Last time I saw you… Where, Gloria, did you find this puta pussy?” She gripped Jess’s chin painfully tight, and pulled it up higher.

“So tell me about it,” Gloria said, overriding Jess’s whimpering sound of protest “She said it was pretty bad. Who? what?”

“My little brother…” Sheba said, and grinned like the devil herself, at Jess’s anguished wail.

“You. Have got. To be kidding.”. Gloria grabbed at her hair and pulled her head back as far as it would go.

Jess struggled, panting, “Wait, daddy, wait…”

“You broke his heart!” Sheba said ferociously.

“I never– meant to– he never– told me– I couldn’t marry him, Jesus, Sheba– Gloria…”

“You were gonna marry Sheba’s little brother.” Gloria released her. “Nooo,” Jess wailed. “Gordito…”

“Miguelito’s friend, Gordon,” Sheba clarified.

Gloria shook her head, baffled.

“Sheb’, I couldn’t marry Gordon,” Jess said. “He just assumed, I never even knew about it till after – I – It – happened… Sheba, I was just messing around, how could he think…”

“Okay,” Gloria said. “What happened? Can I know?”

“She fucked Miguelito, who’s my little brother,” Sheba said, letting go of Jessamine. She leaned back against the headboard, a gleaming black leopard, smiling in reminiscence. “In a hotel bed, right next to Gordito, who’s Miguel’s best friend. Who had an idea he could marry this hot pants bitch. Well, he found out different, didn’t he?”

“You’re right,” Gloria said to Jessamine. “I already think you’re a slut, and it’s a good thing, too.”

“You know who is Miguelito?” Sheba asked. “Mini Mike, they call him? He taught everyone in L.A. how to moon-walk. Gordo, he’s damn near the baddest, they call him Go-Pop.”

“I only go for the best” Jess managed a little bravado, then slumped again.

Sheba turned her scornful glare back upon the chained girl. “And then disrespectin’ me. Screaming and shouting in the hall, and we all have to get up and work in the morning. Who do you think you are, fucking around, little slut, and getting between friends, and then dissin’ on me?”

“I couldn’t diss you, Sheba, never…. I just wanted to explain, you all shouted me down – I flipped out, I admit it. I never tried to hide what I am–”

“Which is a slut.”

“No, look, I fuck, like you dance and Gloria builds Harleys. It’s what I do. Only–” Her voice got small; “I wish it never happened the way it did, cause that was the worst thing, maybe, I’ve ever done… throwing it in his face – See, I do think that was behaving like a slut… I said you could do… whatever… Hit me, I would have took it… Sheba… You just closed the door in my face… I can’t speak Spanish well enough for any argument… And later, when I found out you were a dyke, and I couldn’t go near you… It pretty well ended the scene for me.”

“I couldn’t have hit you, you stupid cow puta,” Sheba said, but it sounded kindly. “Not with all those people around. What were you, drunk?”

“I wish I could say ‘yes’… I just lost it, that’s all… You know, I met everyone in the bar, and I came back with Gordo and he just said ‘goodnight’ in the hall… And then I ran into Mini-Mike and the room was dark-”

“You know how old he was back then?” Sheba interrupted. “Just only eighteen. A little young for you, don’t you think?”

Jess didn’t think so. Vividly, she remembered the man-child standing in the dark room. The revelation of his smooth limbs, the special graces of youth. Aloud, she said, “Well, he was a man where it counted.”

Gloria snickered. “Is that how I got you?” she said. “Burn down one scene, and come sniffing around looking for some new fun? huh?”

Jess was acutely aware of Sheba studying her, as she stammered for an answer.

“Aw, now, Daddy Gee,” Sheba said. “A little girl would leave any scene, for you…”

Jess could barely credit the surreptitious wink that she caught from the Latina. She wondered if women as butch as these two could ever be lovers. She sent a melting look Sheba’s way, then turned it on Gloria full force.

“I miss the scene,” Jess said, and let her handcuffs clink against the brass rail. She knew what she was doing; She knew that that sound could send Gloria into a frenzy. She went on, tearfully; “I can’t even bring my Daddy onto it… She’s never seen real dancing before, not really.” She shifted position again; “I’d do anything to come back… prove myself…”

“You?” Gloria growled. “You have nothing to prove, little girl. You just have to satisfy your daddy here, and Sheba, and show how sorry you are, do you think you can do that?”

“Ohh… I am sorry… Please, Sheba.”

“Anything?” Sheba said. “You know what ‘anything’ is, Mamacita? Gimme the key.”

Gloria slapped it into her hand like a scalpel. “You, take off my belt for me.”

Jess, released from the cuffs, slid the gleaming length of supple leather out of the chaps.

Sheba took it, holding the redhead transfixed with her eyes while she caressed it, doubled it, slapped it lightly into her palm. “How much you want to take?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jess said, trembling; “If I can get my honor back.”

Sheba hauled her across the black-leather-clad lap. “You tell me then. When you think you’ve bought back some of your honor.”

“Sheba, it’s gonna hurt,” Jess said ecstatically, struggling just a little.

Sheba misunderstood. “Yeah, it’ll hurt,” she said. “Worse, if you fight me, so don’t fight me, okay?”

The belt came down across Jess’s buttocks. “What the hell” Jess thought; “Made me think that I wanted this?” The blow stung the skin only, at first. She had time to think; “That wasn’t so bad –”and then the impact made itself felt, deep under the skin. It drove her breath from her lungs, rebounding outwards like a fireball, just in time to meet the next blow. Jess couldn’t scream, or ask for mercy. There was no air in her lungs to do it with. All she could do was curl around her punisher, burying her face in the leather-clad side, and fall in love. The forearm over her back lay like lead, the fringe spilling over her shoulders and neck. She surrounded herself with Sheba, her heat, the resilient thighs, and pulled in air when she could. She couldn’t take it. Once more. Once more, just one more, for Sheba, she could ask for a halt after this one– One more hit.

Jess writhed and twisted her legs, gritted her teeth, hung on to Sheba’s waist like a lifebelt. If only Gloria would stop it for her, but it didn’t happen. If only someone would stick a finger in her pussy… Her sobbing cries sounded erotic, she knew. Sometimes she would dramatize that, but there was no room for dramatics, not this time. The pain was turning into one solid blaze that didn’t die away between blows, and she could only take one more- and finally she heard her own voice, high and choked, “Sheba, I can’t take any more, truly, oh god, god, stop-”

Sheba stopped instantly, laying her hand down on Jess’s back.

Jess burst into humiliating tears. She heard Gloria say, “That was twenty three.”

“I tried to take fifty,” Jess sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

“Ah, now, mamacita,” Sheba said. “I wouldn’t give no little girl like you no fifty whacks – twenty three, that’s plenty. Stop crying now, it’s over.”

“Over, truly?”

“Well, now,” Gloria said. “It ain’t so over as that – get down off the bed. And thank her like she was your almighty god.”

Sheba chuckled above her head, as Jess lay tongue against the boots. The mild flavor of fine carnauba wax, the tang of gasoline, could be the key to Jess’s heart. The surface of the leather was pitted and scuffed under the polish; these boots, like Gloria’s, had protected their owner from harm on the road. Anyone can wear Anyone can wear bike boots, but women like these, road-tough, are so rare. Jess groveled, worshipped devoutly at her feet. “That’s enough.” Gloria said. “Go get us some brews, quick. And you ought to check out your ass, while you’re at it. Those are some red cheeks… You get some lotion on ‘em.”

“Yeah, daddy…” Jess turned her attention to her daddy’s bare feet.

Gloria snapped the top of her foot against Jess’s cheek”Get!”

Jess scurried out to the bathroom, where she twisted herself into a pretzel in front of the mirror. What she saw made her wince in sympathy with the poor, abused girl reflected there. Her hand went irresistibly back, to stroke the lacerated skin, over and over, while the nerve endings protested. Sheba had done this. There had been times, in the past, when Jess, after watching Sheba dance in the midst of a circle of other dancers, had run for the grafitti’d club toilet, there to grope for relief with Sheba’s image bright before her…

“Get your hands out of your pussy!” Gloria bellowed from the bedroom.

Jess started guiltily, hearing the raucous laughter from her two masters. She was so predictable, so easy to read. Her daddy knew her inside and out. She ran for the kitchen, grabbed the tray and got her ass back to serve the rich, dark Guinness.

“C’mere little girl.” Gloria pulled her in. She crouched close, Gloria’s arm across her back, while the talk drifted about. They talked about an upcoming meet; Sheba remembered the night when she first encountered Jess.

“You know, Gordito, he drinks a lot. I bet he couldn’t get it up” she snorted. “Miguel, he coulda took another room, and how come you didn’t think of that?” She went on, without giving Jess time to answer. “And the first thing I know about it is when them two are just about ready to bust on each other, and this half naked bitch is yelling at me, man, like it’s all my fault…”

“Sorry, Sheba…”

“Sorry… You was so sorry then, I couldn’t figure out what for–”she rolled her eyes. “saying shit like – ‘hit me, I can take it’ – all I wanted to do was get you alone, baby, and find out how much you could take… Man, you did not play fair, did you?”

“I didn’t know” Jess offered.

“And all them dudes, you know, the musicians… People listening to me getting called out, and I can’t touch you.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t touch me,” Jess remembered. “I was down for, well, anything. You don’t know how desperate I was.”

“Tell us,” Gloria barked.

“What?”

“Tell us, Jessamine. Just how desperate were you?”

“Daddy,” Jess whispered.

Gloria pressed on, “You think that whupping was enough?” The hand that rested on her back made forays over her still-stinging ass. “Mmnn, feels all juicy and tenderized.”

“Ouch, daddy,” Jess whined, just to push her top’s buttons. Pushed they were; She jerked reflexively when Gloria slapped her.

“So tell us,” Gloria growled. “Say, ‘I woulda took every dick in the house’, go on.”

“Daddy!”

“Say; ‘I want a gang-bang, I want you to hurt me.’ ”

“Yes,” Jess said, shivering. She felt a hand take hold of her hair, began whimpering silently as her training took over. “I… want you to…” she said as prompted; “Hurt me… Gang-bang…”

“You were playing with yourself in the john, weren’t you?”

Jess felt again that surge of elation. “I wasn’t.”

“Look me in the eye.”

Jess wouldn’t.

“Even though you know the punishment, you still had to do it, ain’t that right?”

“Oh, no…” Jess was ready to admit to anything. If she could make it a little worse, she would. Go further, this time, further than ever before. She squirmed at Gloria’s side, made her denials sound like lies, until the two women were breathless in anger, until Gloria rolled her onto her back and straddled her, slapping in a soft rhythm at her face and tits, a continuous, pummeling kiss.

She was escorted back to the scene of her latest crime, on her hands and knees, driven by Sheba’s belt. They wrapped leather cuffs around her wrists and folded her forearms across her back, securing them with a chain that stretched across her belly, from wrist to wrist. Boots kicked her legs apart while she rested her collarbone on the rim of the bathtub, staring in at the white porcelain, sadistic laughter accentuating her helplessness.

“I oughta shake up one of these beers, butt-fuck you with it,” Gloria sneered. “Want a nice, cool, Guinness enema?”

“You’d get stoned, from a beer up your ass,” Sheba observed. “Make it easier to bear all we going to do to you… Give her the choice, Gee.”

“She don’t drink,” Gloria pointed out.

“I’d puke,” Jess added.

“Figures.”

Jess heard the cabinet open at her back. Sheba said gloatingly; “Ooh, Mi Madre, you got one of them pumping up ones” She felt the narrow nozzle enter her anus. She felt the vibration as Gloria picked up the little squeeze bulb, and heard the air hissing thorugh the narrow flex tube. She felt the plug swell into an authoritative mass within her, and groaned.

“I thought,” Gloria observed over the sound of running water, “I’d be coming home to a little peace and quiet… I shoulda known better, my little girl needs a lot of attention that she didn’t get for a whole week.”

Jess felt the vibrations as the hose was fitted onto the nozzle and the water began rushing in, a cool tickling sensation that quickly became unbearably heavy in her gut. The edge of the tub felt blessedly cool as her body grew feverish and sweaty. The chain bit into her belly as she writhed, arching her back, and she wondered in alarm how much liquid was emptying into her.

“Hey, poosey, poo-osey!” Sheba crooned in a greasy pimp’s accent. “Loook at tha poosey man, eet ees so slimee… Hey, bay-bee, you wan’ a beeg thick one, right between your puta laigs, bay-bee?”

Jessamine reacted to the dirty talk in a way that surprised her; she orgasmed, untouched.

“Hey, Gee, you got any clothespins?”

“Got something better,” Gloria said.

Jess felt fingers take hold of her nipples, felt the clamps take possession. She knew what they were; they had picked them out, giggling together, only a few weeks ago. Blackened steel, with a length of chrome chain linking them, and she felt a kind of drunken horror, knowing what the torment was.

“Man, tha poosey ees jus’ grabbin’ for sometin’, bay-bee,” Sheba taunted.

“Two quarts in her, and she still wants dick,” Gloria agreed. “Guinness time, what do you think?” She rolled the chilly bottle over Jess’s ass.

Jess whined at the touch. In her head she prayed. “Please, daddy, don’t stop…” The bottle tapped at her clitoris, and she pushed back, shamelessly trying to rub against it. The cramps in her bowels were about to curl her toes under, and hands on her arms hauled her backwards, away from the support of the tub. She kneeled, hunched over, looking up at her masters.

“Happy?” Gloria asked.

The two women looked like a pair of wolves, staring at dinner. Gloria’s naked chest, her fair skin freckled in a trucker’s tan, her ashy blonde hair and light grey eyes, glowed in her grey leather trousers, with Sheba encased in black as a contrast. Sheba stood with her hands on her hips, and the foot-long fringe spilling off her arms made a nimbus around her body.

“What are you gonna do to get out of this, Jess?” Gloria asked. “Sing me a song, tap-dance, something like that… oh, but that ain’t your speciality, is it?”

“No, daddy –” The cramps cut her little speech short; she doubled over till her head touched the floor. The chrome chain chittered as it hit the tiles, reminding her to protect her nipples from contact. “I… love you” she got out, when she could talk again, and was surprised at the words. “Will you… Let me eat you?”

“Eat me?” Gloria laughed. “Sweetie, it’s Sheba, you gotta deal with her, remember? No… What can you do for me, right now? take a cropping. Or, I know, take another quart.”

“Put… more in me… oh, god-”

“Half a quart, then. Two and a half, for five minutes, you can do that. Or, you can crawl the hall, let’s see, five times–”

“No, please! I’ll take more.”

“Want it warmer?” Gloria said, and the water that ran into her felt nearly hot. “Don’t that feel good, baby?”

“Ooh, Daddy, it hurts… I try to be good, Daddy, but I need the way you punish me, I need it so bad and if I was good you wouldn’t– oohh” She mewed, spasming with the fresh addition. Sheba’s boot on her neck forced her chest flat on the tiles pressing her clamped nipples into the chilly surface.

“Stay down,” Sheba ordered.

Jess felt the sweat pouring out of her skin; she was sliding against the floor, lubricated by it. She stayed down. She had nothing left – and then she found herself trying to escape Sheba’s forefinger as it probed her urethra. “Oh, please, no!” but of course, her cries were ignored. Such a delicate, stinging thrill, layered over the other discomforts; “I don’t want to, I–”

“I want you to, though,” Sheba purred. “Right into my hand, mamacita.”

Jess moaned shrilly, in panic. She knew her piss would run down her belly, puddle under her– she’d be wallowing in her own piss. She had no choice, she could feel a beating on its way, if she didn’t let the stream loose soon. And so she did, turning her head away from the sharp tang that rose up, feeling the liquid pool under her breasts.

Sheba wiped a dripping hand across the little slave’s face

“Imagine that, pissing all over the floor,” Gloria said. “You got some cleaning up to do.”

“Sorry, daddy…” If Gloria decided to punish her for something she’d been ordered to do by another top…

“You got three more minutes. We’ll just leave you alone for it, okay, sweetheart?

Three minutes alone felt like three hours. Jess could hear her own panting breath, for the most part, the occasional burst of laughter or disagreement from somewhere in the house. Her face itched as the urine dried on it. She flinched when they burst in and movement began again.

Her arms were released and Gloria hauled her up by her middle, putting her on her hands and knees. A towel was dropped in front of her. She mopped at the floor, the chain swinging between her nipples at each motion, and at last she was placed on the toilet, the airvalve released and she was allowed to relieve herself, a process that seemed to take yet another hour.

“All clean now?” Gloria asked when the spasms subsided.

Jess whispered, “Yes, daddy…” Her skin was chilly, clammy with piss, and it seemed like an infinite kindness that they led her into the warm waters of the shower to wash the stink off her legs and belly, and they enveloped her in soft towels, patting her dry. She sighed with pleasure. Part of her training. She used to be stoic during punishment. Gloria hadn’t liked that. She wanted to know what her slave was feeling, at all times, and Jess had learned to vocalize. Her nipples were still clamped, and she winced as the towels buffeted them.

“Aw, take those things off of her,” Sheba said.

Gloria grinned. “Yeah, last of your punishment, sweetie.” She flipped them off deftly, caught Jess’s arms and held them tight.

Jess twisted in her grip, keening while the feeling rushed back in, her tits tingling, burning up into her neck, down to her clit. She forced her jaw to relax, blinked the tears from her eyes.

“Hurt coming off, don’t they?” Sheba said with some sympathy.

Jess was silent. It sounded like a trick question.

“Hey! Answer her, now!” Gloria snapped a lordly finger under her nose.

“Uh, yeah..”

Sheba, however, didn’t seem to require an answer. If anything, she rolled her eyes at Gloria’s officiousness. But she flashed her brilliant outlaw grin at Gloria, over Jess’s head.

“So now we’re even,” Sheba said. “That what you think?”

Jess looked to Gloria for help. Damn, this was hard, humoring two masters at once.

Gloria raised her eyebrows. “Personally,” she said. “I think you still owe her.”

Jess, relieved, dropped to her knees. “I, um, well, I’ve taken punishment… But.. If I can do anything to, well, atone– Sheba, I’d do anything to make you happy…” She trailed off. Getting no response from the women, she spoke again. “Command me.”

“Hmmf,” Sheba said. “That mean what I think it does?”

“Oh, yeah,” Gloria said dryly; “Means she wants someone to tickle her pussy.”

“That right?” Sheba said to Jess. “That what ‘command me’ means to you?”

“No!” Jess protested; “Please, Sheba, let me please you… I’ll kiss your boots – just tell me…” But she was lying. She wanted an orgasm, she was nearly in pain from want. She tried to push it away, convince herself as well as Sheba.

“Hustle your ass to the bedroom,” Sheba said.

Jess started crawling.

“I just got these,” Sheba began, her boots just visible out the corner of Jess’s eye. “I keep losing gloves, man… I hate to break ‘em in, too, when they’re too tight at first.”

“Yeah…” Gloria said. from Jess’ other side.

“So, I found a quicker way.” Sheba snickered; “I soak ‘em in pussy juice.”

Jess felt the now-gloved hand drive her forward.

Gloria guffawed. “No shit? Good buddy, I’m gonna think twice about shaking your hand ever again!”

“Up,” Sheba ordered.

Jess climbed, throbbing, onto the bed, and resumed the abject position with her chest pressed down among the bedclothes, her ass up high.

“Juicy, juicy,” Sheba observed. The hands took possession of her body once again, tantalizing and teasing her. They pinched her labia cruelly, prodded her anus, pulled the hood away from her clitoris, and each touch produced a sharp twinge of almost – orgasm.

“How’s your ass feel?” Sheba asked, rubbing it. “Look, all the pretty pink is all gone.”

“Need a warm-up, Jess?” Gloria held her head down, while Sheba used her ass as a conga drum. A reward spanking, just hard enough to sting, and the sting built up into a rich warmth over her ass and thighs

Humiliating, the way Jess craved it. She groveled under the blows, and whimpered. Punishment, or dares, were easier on her pride, even though she dreaded the pain. She could pretend that she didn’t need it.

“Over.” Sheba’s hand pushed her flat. “On your back and aparte las piernas, that means to spread theem, bay-bee, you know? I have come all thee way from San Juan, Puerto Rico, jost to eat your whaite poosey.” She kneeled, straddling Jess’s head, placed her hands inside the spread knees and leaned down, opening her laughing mouth to display her long, stabbing tongue.

Jess sobbed as that tongue came down on her clit, so delicately. Her hips rode up to meet it.

Sheba swatted her thigh. “Down, bitch, you want it, you don’t move, understand?”

Jess moaned frantically, flattened herself, opened herself to the nipping teeth. Just above her head, the master’s cunt hovered. Sheba wore her chaps over tight lycra leggings, that molded around her cunt, dividing it, and the fabric was growing wet. Jess could smell her arousal, and she slowly traveled her hand up the thigh to reach for it– and got slapped again.

Sheba rose up above her, out of her reach. “Last warning,” she growled. “Spread your arms out wide.” She kneeled back down across them, pinning her to the bed. Holding herself up easily with one hand she trailed her fringe over Jess’s hungry cunt, eliciting more whimpering, and once again brought her mouth down, held Jess’s clit between her teeth, sucked, pulling an orgasm out of her, and before the shaking was over, slipped a gloved hand deep into her cunt.

“Damn!” Sheba said; “You said she could take it. That was easy!”

“Yep” Gloria returned. “It’s what she lives for.”

The fisting sang unendurably throughout Jess’s body, and she screamed until she lost her breath. Sheba twisted her hand slowly, and withdrew – and replaced it with the other, before Jess could get her breath back.

“Bitch is wet.” Sheba chortled. “Like someone spit in her pussy, or something… You really ain’t fucked her tonight, Gee?” Gloria threw up her hands. “I wouldn’t give a buddy sloppy seconds, man, that ain’t etiquette.” She got off the bed and selected a shirt from her closet.

“Daddy?” Jess said.

Sheba rubbed insistently on her pussy.

“I’m going over to the hall.” Gloria buttoned her shirt and tucked it in. “You’re staying here, with Sheb’. And you’d better mind, you hear me?” Her face was unreadable.

Jess’s stomach sank; “Gloria, daddy… I’m yours, you know that.”

“Well, I don’t feel like wearing myself out on you tonight. So right now, you belong to Sheba. Do her right, you want my advice.” She walked out of the door, as Jess watched in dismay.

Sheba, in one of her lightening-fast moves, spun around and sat over her chest.

“That okay with you?” she said. Jess switched her attention to the master at hand, and nodded. “Gloria sold you to me, you know that? For the price of a six-pack, and you better be worth it. Damn, you’re a pretty girl. Why are you such a slut?”

She pressed one of her gloved hands against Jess’s lips. “Suck ‘em clean for me” she directed, and Jess tasted her cream in the bitter leather. Then she was given the other to tongue as well, with a gentle slap for reward. Sheba ran her hands over her upturned face.

Sheba ran her hands over her upturned face. “Hey… when did you go dyke?”

“Mmnn. Well… I always was… I dig both. Back when well- you know- happened, I would have gone with you instead… I didn’t know you were a dyke either, you know, and you always turned me on…”

“No shit?” Sheba grinned. “We got some time to make up for, then.” She leaned down and began a kiss, tender at first, that grew harder, hotter, more brutal. She bit at Jess’s lips, sucked the redhead’s tongue deep into her throat, thrust her tongue deep in return, ground against her.

Jess clung to the broad shoulders. Hips thrust and duelled. Under the leather carapace, Jess could feel fine muscles rolling.

Sheba broke free, sat up. “Ai… Mamacita, you gonna be good for me, like Daddy said?”

“Ooh, Sheba…”

“Beg me for the chance.”

Jess stuttered and whined. “Please, Sheb? Let me do it good for you… I’ll take anything you want me to, I swear, if you let me eat you… I’ll lick you all night if that’s what it takes. If I can make you happy…”

“Yeah?” Sheba said. “You go on into the front room, get my big bag off the chair there. You take one second too long, I’ll bite your tit off, now get!” She chuckled a little as Jess scurried off.

Jess came racing back, threw herself onto her knees at Sheba’s gesture. As directed, she unbuckled the fringed chaps to find that the leggings Sheba wore were bike shorts, with zippers inset on each leg. Jess unzipped, unhooked, and drew the fabric away to reveal tawny skin, straight blue-black pubic hair, and a cunt that was pulsing heat against her hand. Jess pulled the chaps back up, refastened them, framing Sheba’s sex. A dream come true.

Sheba stepped up and pulled her in, fitted her mound to Jess’s opened mouth. “Get to work, baby.”

Jess lapped, her tongue flat against Sheba’s urethra and clit, and her cream was so copious that it ran down the little slave’s chin and neck.

Sheba shivered, and wailed high-pitched as she came, gripping Jess’s mop of hair, grinding against her mouth. “Use your fingers,” she gasped.

Jess plunged deep, sucking at the same time, and felt Sheba’s thighs, rock-hard, heat. The cunt-energy exploded from her, as she rocked her G spot against Jess’s hand.

“Lay back,” Jess pulled away long enough to say. “Let me keep making you come, Sheba, Master.”

“Ai,” Sheba panted. “You are one hot little bitch – you want me on my back, huh?” She laughed a little, wildly.

“Come on, Sheba,” Jess whispered into the dark labia. “Come on… You deserve the best I can give you, for your strength and your beauty, lay back…”

Sheba groaned, from deep in her gut. The iron fingers twisted into Jess’s hair and pushed her away. “You gonna stop my heart.” She unzipped, and shrugged out of her jacket. She had nothing on under it. Her stomach was lean, deeply muscled. Brown breasts with winey dark nipples rode atop massive pectorals.

Jess stared, awestruck as she folded the jacket, inhaling Sheba’s sharp scent.

The fingers snapped menacingly. “Stay down,” Sheba said softly. She turned towards the bag. Her chaps outlined her buns perfectly. “You still like cock, baby, hmm?” she asked. “You know, once you get a taste, you can’t live without it, ain’t that right. You laik ‘em beeg? Beeg ones?”

Adrenaline shrilled in Jess’s veins, at the resumption of that horrible Tijuana accent.

“C’mere, pick one out.”

“What?” Jess crept up, timidly. Leather straps, latex shapes – she looked away hurriedly.

“What’s your pleasure?” Sheba persisted. “You’re gonna get stuffed, no lie, your choice.”

Jess turned away reflexively. Dildoes always embarrassed her. Her reaction to them was so strong. She half thought people around her would see her desire, know her for the nasty girl she was…

Sheba was having none of it. She dropped down behind Jess, took her head in a strong grip and forced her to face the obscene little array. “I said, pick one out!” she snarled. “Better pick right, mamacita. Better pick one that fills you up. Nice and tight, cause you took my fist easy, mi pinocha…”

Jess licked dry lips, her heart racing. She could feel Sheba’s heart as well, hammering against her ribs.

Sheba’s free hand went into her crotch, fingering her clit. “Ooh, it’s jumpin’” she taunted. “What are you looking at, that first one? No, too little. How about the pretty pink one, slut? Que lindo, eh? That your style?”

Jess had to try twice to make her voice come out. “Uh – the black one?” she said faintly.

It looked like Sheba. And it was fat, and not so long, and it made her wet to look at it. The hot blush came up as she was forced to admit it.

“Oh, good choice,” Sheba crooned. “Strap it up, sugar.” She handed the harness to Jess. “Un hombre ferro, verdad? Man of steel…” The silicone felt warm, and resilient to the touch.

“Kiss my clit good-bye, Mamacita, ‘cause it’s going away now.” She slid the harness under her chaps and stood insolently while Jess buckled the straps. The cock sprang, gleaming black, from her black pubic nest. Her skin was flushed and sleek with sweat. Her chest heaved unevenly, her powerful arms twitching, her black hair flying around her face. She looked as dangerous as any woman Jess had ever seen.

“Get on the bed,” she growled. “Ooh, I like you on your back, bay-bee. Put your hands on your knees. Oh, yeah. Pull ‘em open. Ooh, you spread ‘em like you just can’t get ‘em wide enough. And all that pussy in my face, just beggin’ for it, slut, whore, puta. Your pussy’s all ready to gobble some dick, hmnn?” She leaned in, resting her cock between Jess’s aching pubic lips.

Jess wriggled impotently; she couldn’t shift up, and she didn’t dare close her legs to gain traction. Sheba let the head slide in and Jess held her breath – and let it out in a petulant sigh when Sheba popped it out again. God, she was good. All that dance training; she had control of muscles – Jess thought confusedly – that other people didn’t have names for, but it was hard to think, because she was doing it over and over, just teasing her labia with short strokes, and Jess tried to squeeze down, keep hold of the head of that cock, and pull it in. Biting her lip hard in frustration, she tossed against the mattress.

Sheba laughed breathlessly. “I don’t think you want it bad enough… How do I know you gonna come for me? I’d be wasting my time –”

“Oh, god” Jess moaned. “Please. Sheba, I’ll come for you, I’ll come so good, Jesus, right when you tell me to – It hurts, I want it so bad, fuck me, Sheba please, I’m yours–”

“Aiee… So, little freak, freak right out–” and the black dildo split her open, the leather slapped against her pussy, and Jess’s eyes rolled back, fluttering.

Sheba was grinning, when Jess focused again. Standing against the bed, between Jess’s legs; “Dance on it, baby.” She began a sinuous dance herself, that ended deep in Jess’s body.

“Oh god…”

“Gonna fuck you.” Sheba suited her actions to her words. “Gonna fuck you, baby, te chinga –” She pumped.

Jess was in a quandary. All she wanted to do was surrender to the tide rising in her, let herself come and come and come… But there was something else, rebellious, that made her hold back. She wanted Sheba to come again, too. If she could guide the woman’s thrusts, so that the dildo hit Sheba just right– She couldn’t tell. Sheba’s intensity made it hard to tell anything, in fact.

A gloved hand gripped her tit, twisting painfully. When the other hand took her by the hair, Jess dissolved. She was owned. There was nothing left in her world but the copper skinned, diamond-hard woman driving into her. Jess cried out to her. Sheba cradled her head carefully, and slapped her. Jess sobbed love each time. “Yeah, little girl, yeah… give it up, por completo, come on baybee…”

“Ay conó, fuck.” Sheba muttered some time later. She rolled away, onto her back amid the tangled sheets. Jess stirred reluctantly, reaching down to release Sheba from her harness. Sheba’s hand came down lazily to caress her head and she whimpered in remembered pleasure; the grip tightened momentarily. “Do you always turn inside out like that?”

“Not always” Jess whispered. Her throat hurt. “You…”

“Yo soy la R-r-reina del pinche mundo!” Sheba said, with an extravagant rolling of her ‘r’s. “Ooh, Mamacita. You are some kinda freaky, know that? I’d keep you in a cage, como una pantera… Think you’d like that? You oughta come with me. I’d treat you real good…”

“I’m with Gloria right now.” Jess said, with gentle regret.

“Shit,” Sheba said. “Come on, baby, that was the best you ever had. I could fall in love with you, no lie…”

“Don’t fall in love with me, Sheba. Please? If Daddy will let me see you… I’d love to, any time…”

“Hey, chica.” Sheba caressed her head; “This is Sheba you’re talking to, baby. I could make you so happy, baby. You can’t get it as good as me, and you know it-”

“Sheb’… I wouldn’t be able to keep you happy, I don’t think. I mean like that time… Sooner or later, something would happen that you’d end up hating me for. Gloria understands, she doesn’t get so jealous. I can’t handle jealousy, I leave…”

“Damn.” Sheba went silent.

Jess stood up, shakily. “I’ll be right back, Sheba.” She took the toys to clean, and returned with a warm washcloth.

Sheba sighed under her ministrations. At length she chuckled. “Well,” she said at last, “I guess I’ll have to buy you, once a week or something. Six bucks a week, you’re worth that, baby. Ay conó, Gee is gonna dog on me, falling for her bitch.”

Jess’s misgivings deepened. She’d never been bought and sold before. Still, what a fantasy, and maybe…

“I’m going on over to the hall, meet your daddy. You wanna come along?”

She did, but the thought made her realize how tired she was. She wondered how Sheba had the energy. “Can’t,” she muttered.

“Well. Get my jacket, put this stuff away, I guess.” Sheba tossed her head.

Jess sighed inwardly, packing toys back into the bag. Both women were going to leave in a huff. Cool metal encircled her wrist; the handcuff snicked tight.

“I’d cuff you to the bed,” Sheba said grinning, “but who knows how long your daddy is gonna stay out? So, what you’re gonna do, you close this side around that rail there, when you hear her get home, okay baby?”

Jess looked at her in surprise.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you up with your daddy,” Sheba said. “Not if I can buy you sometimes… ‘Cause I bet you’re right, if you’re so hot with me, and maybe you’re just the hottest little bitch in town. G’night, Mamacita… I’ll tell Gloria you’re waiting for her.”

“Good night, Master.” Jess helped her replace her leggings, helped her on with the jacket. “Oh, Sheba,” she sighed. “I hate to see you go.”

“Well I’ll be back,” Sheba said. “Maybe.”

Jess closed the door behind her, wandered to the bathroom, the handcuff swinging at her side. There was a tray to put back in the kitchen, her last chore. It took a long time for the pee to come, sitting on the john. Wearily, luxuriously, she climbed under the covers, and smiled as she drifted off to sleep. A fantasy fulfilled against all odds. And Gloria would have something to prove, probably all day tomorrow. Not a bad night.