Hearing her call me by my nickname I looked up at her in surprise, which made her laugh good-naturedly. “C’mon, you think I wouldn’t know girls call you that? That I’d not know you’re a fucking rock star now?” She gave me a fierce grin and made the sign of the horns with both her hands.
It was always nice to hear someone call me a rock star, especially if it was someone I knew from the past. Therefore, I grinned back at Dora and laughed. My gaze wandered to Tanja, who was standing by me, watching our exchange attentively. She was biting her bottom lip, obviously trying to stifle her laughter. Putting my arms around her and drawing her close to me, I told Dora, “Babe, this is Tanja, my girlfriend.” It felt surprisingly good calling her ‘my girlfriend.’
Grinning at Tanja, Dora said, “Welcome back, Baby Doll. I remember that pretty face of yours well enough to recognize you even with that crazy wig and costume you’re wearing.”
While Tanja was still giggling, I noticed the change on Dora’s face. Her smile slowly vanished, as she turned serious. She scrutinized my face and Tanja’s intently, giving us an assessing look, and looking back and forth between us, as if she could see our future in them. I didn’t know why, but I watched her anxiously, waiting to hear what she’d say. Dora’s face lit up and she beamed at us. “Oh shit, you two are really serious, aren’t you, you crazy kids? You’re totally crazy, but also very cute.” Shaking her head she added, “Have fun tonight, and good luck, love birds.” She pressed the buzzer by the door, and when it opened, she held it for us.
Smiling gratefully, I told her as I passed her on my way into the club, “Thanks, Dora, that means a lot coming from you.”
It was Thursday night and it wasn’t late yet, so ‘The Velvet Paw’ wasn’t as busy as it always had been on weekends. That meant Tanja and I didn’t have to shove our way through a packed crowd of girls and women as we made our way to the bar. It also meant that what looked like every girl in the place stopped to stare at the two of us.
“Look, who do we have here? Bette Coldheart!” Melinda, the hot, blonde bartender said. So, she was still here, too. She eyed Tanja skeptically, and I wasn’t quite sure if there was a look of regret in her brown eyes as her eyes met mine.
“Hi, Melinda, so good to see you again,” I said and I meant it. Melinda and I had spent a few nights of casual sex together. I knew we could have been a couple then, maybe. We had understood one another quite well, but at that time I had neither been ready nor willing to do a romantic relationship. Maybe Melinda was another one of the chances I’d missed in my life. Who knows? Anyway, that was obsolete now.
To my surprise Melinda leaned over the counter, thus showing off a lot of her cleavage, and gave me a hug. “She’s really cute, Bette,” she whispered in my ear.
“Thank you, Babes,” I whispered in reply.
“What can I get you to drink, Bette?” Melinda asked.
I turned to Tanja. “What would you like to drink, Sweetie?”
Looking demure Tanja glanced at Melinda from under her long lashes. She said sweetly, “Well, I’d like a Pink Elephant, Bitch Goddess. That is, if Melinda can make me one?”
Shaking my head, I laughed. I didn’t even know what that was, but apparently Tanja and Melinda did. The latter folded her arms and stared at Tanja with a gleam in her eye. “Yes, I can. I suppose you want the kind with cream, Pussycat?”
When my girlfriend nodded eagerly, the blonde bartender rolled her eyes and turned to me. “And what’ll you be having, Bette?”
I sighed. “Well, I’m driving us home, so you’d better make me one of your notorious cocktails without alcohol, Melinda.”
“I see. Sweet or sour, what would you prefer?” Melinda asked with a smirk.
“Sour,” I replied.
When Melinda turned to mix our drinks, I impulsively pulled Tanja closer. “I like you a lot, my Crazy Little Bitch,” I whispered to her, kissing her softly on the lips.
Taking my face in her hands, she returned my kiss and held it for what seemed to be a long time. When we broke our kiss, we were both out of breath and Tanja’s eyes were alight, as she was smiling at me radiantly. “I like you a lot, too, Bitch Goddess.”
Melinda cleared her throat to get our attention, before setting our drinks on the counter. Apparently our make out session had lasted a bit longer. I looked at my cocktail suspiciously. It had a poisonous looking green color. “What’s that?” I asked the pretty bartender dubiously.
There was a smirk on her face as she answered. “This is one of my new creations, Bette. I’m sure you’ll love it. I swear there’s no alcohol or anything toxic in it. C’mon, try it.”
I took the straw and gingerly tasted the drink. To my utter astonishment it was delicious. “You’re right, Melinda. I do love it.”
The busty bartender gave me a broad smile, but didn’t say anything like “I told you so.”
“Do you have a name for it?” I asked her, curiously.
“Not yet,” Melinda said thoughtfully, adding, “Maybe I should call it a ‘Virgin Nymphomaniac’?”
Of course Tanja and I both burst out laughing. After we stopped I paid for our drinks. Meanwhile, Tanja had spotted an empty table not far from the dance floor and pointed it out to me. I smiled at her indulgently as she steered towards the table, her pink cocktail in hand. I followed her with my poisonous green one.
We sat down as the lights dimmed and a DJane began playing electronic dance music. We sipped our drinks and watched for a bit as girls began to get up and dance. After a while that old Britney Spears song I vaguely remembered from one of my early visits to the ‘Velvet Paw’ came on the sound system. The song began with the notorious spoken words, ‘It’s Britney, Bitch’, followed by a pulsing beat and the soft words ‘I see you...and I just wanna dance with you,’ and laughter that sounded oddly like Tanja’s.
When Tanja gasped in delight, clapped her hands and squealed, “Oh Bette, I love this one. C’mon, let’s dance!” I looked at her, startled. What the fuck? Tanja liked Britney fucking Spears? I thought she was a badass rocker chick?
My girlfriend had a manic grin on her pretty face, when she grabbed my hand, pulled me out of my chair and dragged me onto the dance floor. Once she had me there, she startled me again, because she abruptly became tender. She pulled me close, and as she began to dance she kept touching me, caressing my shoulders and lightly running her hands down my flanks as I caught her rhythm and followed her lead.
‘Every time they turn the lights down Just want to go the extra mile for you. Your public display of affection feels like no one else in the room but you.’
Did my Crazy Little Bitch think there was no one else in the room but me? More likely, judging from the wild look that appeared in her eyes, she didn’t care. She flashed me a tigress grin that reminded me of mine, when she began to touch me more intimately. She brushed against me, and while her breasts brushed my own, she reached down to cup my ass.
The air in the club suddenly seemed to be incredibly hot and I started to sweat. But I knew it wasn’t just the temperature in the room. I all of a sudden fully grasped that in Tanja I’d found a girl who truly was a match for me. She was as hot and sexy as I was.
‘We can get down like there’s no one around. We keep on rockin’ we keep on rockin’. Cameras are flashing while we’re dirty dancing. They keep watching, they keep watching…’
Almost the whole of my attention was on Tanja, of course, but I could sense that we were being watched, and I could also see flashes of cell phone cameras going off. In the part of my mind that was still capable of rational thinking, it occurred to me that videos of this dance of ours were going to wind up on the Internet. Yet, I didn’t care. I was Bette Coldheart after all, badass rocker chick and ruthless seductress of girls and women. The release of the photos and videos would only add to my reputation. And then too, the dance was with Tanja, my girlfriend. I relaxed and was getting lost in this moment.
‘Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme m
ore…’
As the song’s refrain began and kept repeating itself, Tanja’s sensual dance became even wilder. She squatted in front of me, writhing, and I saw her skimpy kimono dress ride up even higher on her thighs. The whole time she was grinning fiercely at me.
‘Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more…’
Abruptly, Tanja grasped my waist and pulled herself upright in front of me. She pressed her whole body against mine and began grinding against me. I pulled her to me and held her, writhing against her. Our breasts touched and our hips were practically bound together. Tanja’s lips met mine and she kissed me, deeply and passionately. We didn’t stop kissing until the song ended. We might not even have noticed when the music stopped playing, but there was no way we could have avoided hearing other girls’ applause and cheers and whistles. Feeling a little unsteady on my legs I held on to Tanja for a moment, before we managed to walk back to our table.
I collapsed into my chair, grabbed my cocktail, and drank the rest of it in one gulp. Tanja laughed weakly as she sipped her own. She looked dazed and that was certainly not because of her cocktail. And as for me, I realized that my panties were soaked. “Fuck me Jesus,” I said, still breathless, “that was fucking hot.”
In this moment Melinda appeared at our table. Smiling, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, she placed two fresh cocktails in front of us. “Refills are on the house, you two. You earned them,” she proclaimed.
I took a sip of mine and sighed. “Yeah, I think we did that, Babe,” I replied.
Melinda nodded firmly, declaring, “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in here and believe me, I’ve seen a lot!” She smirked at us and added, “You’re probably going to want to leave as soon as you’re finished with your drinks.”
I shot a look at my girlfriend, who was grinning at me. Melinda was right. I did want to get out of here as soon as I could. I wanted to get Tanja alone, because there were things I wanted to do to her that I didn’t want a fuckin’ audience watching. She started laughing as if she knew what I was thinking, and from the look in her eye I guessed that she was thinking the same thing about me.
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Not long after that I drove us back to Tanja’s apartment, where we hurried upstairs and started tearing off our clothes as soon as we got inside. Fortunately, she had a single apartment she didn’t have to share with a roommate. And fortunately, the bedroom wasn’t far from the front door.
Full of passion and excitement we jumped on one another, and it didn’t take long until we both climaxed for the first, but not the last time during that night. It must have been during the early morning hours when Tanja made me cum one last time for the night. When I climaxed this time, I collapsed, completely spent. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily and smiling.
I felt my lover slide beside me and cuddle me. “That was one hell of a first date, Bitch Goddess,” she whispered in my ear. Then she laughed softly, and it reminded me of the laughter of Britney Spears on the Velvet Paw sound system. I laughed, too drowsy to say anything, before I fell asleep with a contented smile on my face.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of somebody closing a door and to the feeling of an empty bed next to me. It took me a moment to realize that I was in Tanja’s bed instead of my own. That was something I wasn’t used to. I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful owner of the bed standing right by the bedside, completely naked, her long blonde hair covering her breasts. She looked down upon me, sternly. That too was something I wasn’t used to.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” she growled. “Get out of my bed, Bitch, and get out of my apartment!”
I sat up in bed immediately, my stomach churning and my heart pounding wildly. From one moment to the next I felt like throwing up. What the fuck? Am I going to have to pay for doing the same thing to so many girls before? In other words have I died and gone to hell?
“What the fuck,” I said aloud.
Tanja was watching me closely, but then she shrieked with glee and jumped onto the bed and on top of me. She pushed me down flat on my back, straddling me and pinning my wrists to the bed. She was giggling hysterically.
“Oh my fucking God, Bette,” she said again and again, still laughing so hard. It took her quite some time until she calmed down enough to be able to say something else. “Did you really believe I’d kick Bette fucking Coldheart out of my bed? Oh shit!” She shook her head in disbelief, tears running down her cheeks.
I let out a sigh of relief. That was a shock in the morning! I wrestled my arms free from her grip, and pulled her face down to me so that I could kiss her soft lips with infinite tenderness. She melted into my arms like ice in the sunshine and an angelic smile lit up her face as she kissed me back.
When we broke our kiss, she whispered earnestly, “I’d never do that, Bette, believe me. And why should I? I’m totally crazy about you, Bitch Goddess.”
“You’re a fucking crazy bitch, all right, and you keep getting crazier, you know that?” I scolded her, frowning. But then I started to laugh and shook my head. “Fuck me, for a minute I really thought you were serious.”
Tanja smiled sweetly, and kissed my forehead. “Oh Bette, you’ll never have to worry about something like that. I’ll always be your Baby Doll, and I’ll always heart you.”
“Okay, Baby Bitch, I get that now,” I replied, my voice husky. I grabbed her shoulders, rolled her over onto her back, and climbed on top of her. “I guess you know that you deserve a punishment for fucking with my mind.”
Shaking with laughter Tanja grinned up at me, provocatively. “Yeah? How’re you going to punish me, Bitch Goddess?” she asked.
I growled at her. “By fucking you harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life, Baby Bitch.”
That made Tanja start giggling again. After she managed to stop, she told me, “Well, if you’re planning to do that, I hope you’re not going to make me wait.”
Of course I didn’t make her wait, because I was in no mood to wait myself.
CHAPTER 6 – A WILD SUMMER
Nellie’s pretty face told me she was almost bursting. She had to have some really big news, so much was clear. I padded the sofa seat next to me and Nellie plopped down beside me.
“Spill the beans, Baby Doll, or you’re going to spontaneously combust. What’s the big news?” I asked a grin on my face.
Nellie’s beautiful dark eyes were gleaming and a sly smile appeared on her face. “You know me too well, Bette. The thing is… I’ve been seeing Emilia for a while.”
I was perplexed. “What? Jenny’s cantankerous ex? And what exactly does seeing her mean?”
Nellie was giggling. “Our appointments are totally harmless, at least until now. Emilia is really nice and she’s very pretty, too.”
I stared at her, incredulously. “I can’t believe it. Don’t tell me you’re going behind Jenny’s back, Baby Doll?” I shook my head, not believing what she was about to tell me. “That would be so unlike you, Nellie, I know you well. So, what’s going on?”
There still was a sly grin on Nellie’s face. “You know I’d never cheat on Jenny. You’re right that wouldn’t be me. Well, the thing is, Emilia and I happened to run into each other at college. And somehow we managed to talk. At first it was really, really awkward – you know we were both a bit tense, but it got better quite quickly. We made another appointment and met at the cafeteria. The second time we met Emilia confessed she still loved Jenny and missed her terribly.”
I nodded. I could understand that. I was specialized in love in vain. But stop, no! That was no longer true. I had Tanja now.
“Emilia wanted to get to know me better. Somehow she realized that she was going to lose Jenny forever, if she didn’t get along with me in some way. She understood that I love Jenny as much as she does,” Nellie went on.
“Don’t tell me! A miracle cure? And I thought it only happened in the Bible.”
Nellie nodded eagerly. “And then I had that crazy idea...
”
I turned to Nellie and locked eyes with her. When Nellie had an idea I was certain that it was anything but crazy. She had clearly thought about it.
“The thing is…I had the idea of Emilia getting a new account on Twitter and that she would use it to flirt with Jenny. She’d do that until Jenny became so curious that she wanted to find out who that person was. We came up with the name Romagna. Somehow that was an obvious choice, because of Emilia Romagna and so.”
“That’s a totally crazy idea,” I said. “And? How did Jenny react?”
Nellie started giggling again. “She became totally obsessed with finding out who the person is who posts that totally crazy stuff. And you know what? She nearly found out about Romagna! But then she said Emilia Romagna would be too obvious and dismissed the idea that it was actually Emilia.”
Now we were both laughing. “Jenny is too cute,” I remarked.
“There’s something else,” Nellie went on after we calmed down.
“And what would that be?” I was really curious to find out what else Nellie had in stock.
“Well, Jenny’s birthday is coming up and I thought we’d throw a party for her. And as a special gift Emilia would show up.”
I was shocked. “Of course we’ll throw a party for her, but are you sure about Emilia? I don’t want another drama on Jenny’s birthday party.”
Nellie nodded eagerly. “I’m absolutely certain. Emilia is more than ready. She’d do anything to get Jenny back.”
Nellie’s tone told me there was something else she was hiding. “Don’t tell me she’s willing to have a threesome with Jenny and you?”
Nellie was laughing and her beautiful dark chocolate eyes were gleaming with excitement. “I think so. We kissed, but nothing else so far. However, the kisses were very promising.”
I had to laugh at that. “You’re impossible, Baby Doll, you know that? It seems you like Emilia a lot, too?” It was more a statement than a question.
Nellie was giggling again. “Emilia likes me too by the way, but back to Jenny’s birthday party. We came up with the idea that Emilia would show up as special guest and give Jenny a lap dance. Of course Emilia would wear a costume. And then we’ll see what happens.”
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