Princess For Them

by Kelsey Blaine

  “Darling, no need to be embarrassed. You're beautiful. Own it,” Cora declared.

  “I'm not used to this attention,” Jordan admitted.

  “Well, you'll have to get used to the gawking,” Sierra suggested. “You're a bomb shell and everyone is going to look at you tonight.”

  “I'm not terribly fond of being the center of attention.”

  Sierra wrapped a comforting arm around Jordan and rubbed her shoulder.

  “Don't you worry. We'll keep you safe,” she soothed. “You just do your best to look wonderful. We'll take care of everything else.”

  Chapter 6

  “I'd call that a success. Shall we?”

  A smiling Jordan nodded excitedly as Cora held out an arm. The three women walked out of the store and stood patiently on the sidewalk as a black car pulled up. Sierra opened the door for Cora and Jordan.

  “This is it?” Jordan asked while stepping in. “I thought you two would travel around in a limo.”

  “We don't like attracting a great deal of attention. This is much more practical than a limo,” Cora replied.

  “Practical,” Jordan repeated.

  And much less intimidating. She had expected a limo to carry them around, but was pleased that the unmarked black car was the main choice of travel. It meant less attention; less worry. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into the cushions while Cora became comfortable next to her. Once the door was shut, the driver peeled away from the curb.

  Traffic was light. The women in the back seat remained quiet for a moment, drinking in the sweet silence of the car. Though it wasn't loud inside the store, Jordan had become rather overwhelmed while being spun around and fitted. Make-up was applied to her face. Sierra did her hair. The usual drab locks of brown were now pulled up into an elegant bun with a few loose pieces framing her face. Little diamond clips decorated her hair. It had been a decided improvement to her after-work outfit.

  Her eyes trailed over to the woman sitting next to her. Cora was occupied in her phone, likely replying to a few business emails. Her fingers twitched across the keyboard, but her eyes rose to meet Jordan's. A smile crept over her lips.

  “What?”

  Alarmed, Jordan quickly averted her gaze while replying, “Oh, nothing.”

  A soft giggle erupted from Cora. She didn't say anything else. Instead, she merely set her phone into her pocket book and placed a cautious hand on Jordan's thigh. The tingling erupted again. This time, the sensation completely engulfed Jordan. Curious fingers were stroking her dress and she wasn't sure how to respond, eying them every so often through the dim light coming from the street lamps.

  The car pulled up to a restaurant and the hand retreated, causing Jordan to sigh slightly out of relief and disappointment. A long line of people was waiting outside all dressed in their best. The women fit in quite nicely with the crowd. To her surprise, Cora and Sierra walked straight past the line and towards the doors where a server held the golden handles. Jordan held up the edge of her dress slightly to catch up with the two powerful women.

  The inside was much more elegant than the people outside. Everything was covered in velvet white sheets and formal black attire. The napkins weren't paper. Each table held enough room in between for those in attendance to speak freely. This was unlike the cramped restaurants downtown that were frequently packed to the brim with people resembling sardines.

  As they were seated immediately, Jordan attempted to hide her surprised expression. Sierra noticed as they were sitting down in the plush, crimson seats.

  “Isn't it lovely?” Sierra asked.

  Jordan nodded, still enchanted by her surroundings. When a waiter approached to take their order, she remained silent while Cora did most of the talking. She could tell Cora enjoyed being in charge. It didn't seem to bother Sierra in the least. In fact, the two were quickly revealing their roles in their relationship the more Jordan spent time with them.

  “Do you like clams?” Cora asked.

  “Oh, yes,” Jordan replied.

  “Good. I'll order those as well.”

  Cora smiled as she turned back to the waiter and spoke fluent French. The waiter seemed to know her as they spoke fluidly back and forth, laughing at personal jokes. After the waiter jotted down their order, he nodded and retreated to the kitchen.

  “Impressive,” Jordan commented. “The French, I mean.”

  “Do you speak?” Cora inquired while lifting her glass of water.

  “Oh, no. I never learned. I couldn't keep up with the conjugations,” Jordan admitted.

  “That's alright. We can teach you.”

  Another rush of red flowed through her face.

  Why am I blushing so much around them? It's like I'm a little girl with a crush, she thought timidly.

  She lifted her glass of water and took a sip, being careful not to spill any on her new dress. The price wasn't revealed to her, but she could feel how expensive the material felt against her skin. Nervously, she ran her fingers over her silky thighs and smiled at Cora and Sierra.

  “So, what else do you like to do when you're not solving cases?” Sierra asked.

  “Well, I love painting,” Jordan responded.

  “What kind of paintings do you do?” Cora inquired.

  “I love abstract art, but I've been dabbling in realism lately,” Jordan explained.

  Cora and Sierra smiled together.

  “Beauty and brains,” Sierra cooed.

  “Such a lovely combination for a princess,” Cora added.

  The comments made Jordan squirm in her chair. Her thighs tingled even more than before, rising to a crescendo that rested hot in her pelvis. Their heat was increasing just like the midday sun from days before. It was a heat that Jordan wasn't sure she would bear much longer, at least not without the proper release. When the food arrived, she released a tense sigh and accepted her plate. The women dug in immediately.

  When they had eaten a fair portion, they sat back with their napkins and each took a sip of water. A bottle of champagne was presented to them and Cora thanked the waiter, popping it open to pour them each a glass. She raised hers elegantly.

  “To Jordan and her wonderful makeover. We hope this gives you the confidence to improve as an officer of the law,” Cora stated.

  “And to the capture of our wretched stalker who I hope remains behind bars for a lengthy amount of time,” Sierra added.

  The three clinked their glasses together and took a long sip. After Jordan had set hers down, she returned her attention to her meal.

  “Would you care to join us for a night cap after dinner?” Cora implored.

  “I think I might have to get home in order to wake up early,” Jordan said. “And it might be a conflict of interest.”

  “The case is over, so you're safe to choose the company of whoever you want,” Sierra offered. “Which can include us, preferably.”

  A sly smirk crossed her lips. This was no longer a friendly encounter by two women showing their gratitude. Jordan was being baited into a triad of sorts, perhaps an experience that would completely change her perspective.

  “Well, I...” She licked her lips, searching for the words. “I think that would be rather splendid.”

  The two women smiled wide, exchanged mischievous glances, and then returned their eyes to Jordan. Cora winked.

  “Glorious.”

  Chapter 7

  The bed of silk cradled Jordan as she relaxed back into a pillow. She held a glass of champagne in one hand while running her fingers over the velvety material.

  “This feels like a cloud!” she exclaimed.

  Cora giggled and sat next to her. “Doesn't it?”

  “I wish I could sleep on something like this every night. I would probably be well rested all the time,” Jordan sighed.

  Cora bit her lower lip and winked.

  “Well, you could stay on it tonight if you like,” she offered. “That way you wake up rested tomorrow.”

  The sheets crum
pled up as she shifted on the bed to scoot closer. Behind Jordan, Sierra had sat down and placed a hand on her lower back. The two were closing in on her. Lionesses moving in on their prey. She could hear them breathing rhythmically in the quiet bedroom. Her fingers twitched as she cradled the glass of champagne. She didn't want anymore, but it helped keep her steady on the bed. What else could she do in this moment?

  Wordlessly, Cora gently took the glass from Jordan's hands and set it on the bedside table. With a grin, she leaned in and planted a kiss on the officer's timid cheek. A hand crept along her thigh and massaged the tense muscles that were excitedly twitching. Another hand was massaging her back, rolling over her skin and inspiring goosebumps to appear.

  “What are you doing?” Jordan whispered.

  “I think it's become rather clear how much we fancy you,” Cora giggled.

  A smile spread over those red lips, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

  “Our chemistry is undeniable,” Sierra added.

  Cora's lips took Jordan's neck. They relaxed back against the pillows as Sierra ran her fingers between the two squirming bodies of silk.

  “I can't deny that,” Jordan gasped between kisses. “But this has never happened before.”

  “So, let it happen...”

  Jordan gasped as Cora slipped a hand up her dress, massaging the timid skin all the way past her thigh and over her torso. She shivered. Those clever fingers were tickling her into submission and searching for the buttons that would make her coo. As she relaxed further into the silky pillows, a pair of hands appeared over her chest and carefully cupped her breasts. While mewing, her eyes hooked on the fingers that peeled away the layers of silk to reveal her supple bosom.

  Pink nipples came into view that hardened immediately. Gloved hands ran over the pointed mounds and caressed them, gently massaging over and under. She gasped as those gloved fingers took her nipples between them and pinched slightly. When they released her, they slid up her neck and massaged the sore tendons under her ears. Her eyes fluttered in blissful joy as her lips parted.

  Sierra leaned down and firmly took those lips, slipping a curious tongue inside while moaning. Their lips danced together as fingers continued to dance between Jordan's thighs, rubbing and teasing the delicate panties that covered her quivering vulva. When a warm, wet mouth met her covered clit, she sat up quickly and bayed.

  “Oh, darling. Are you alright?” Cora whispered.

  Those blue eyes were staring up at Jordan from beyond the silky hem of her dress. They were filled with concern and implored her to respond.

  “I'm fine,” she whispered heatedly. “I'm more than fine.”

  A smile crept over those red lips—the same lips that had just pressed to her panties and were now smudged. Without a word, the red lips disappeared and pressed back to her engorged clit, causing her to writhe against Sierra. She grinned with delight. Those lips were incredibly talented, and they weren't yet pressed to her skin.

  Within moments, the barrier of her panties was removed and a plush, wet tongue parted her vulva. It slipped between her folds and rose up to circle her clit, then dove back down to push inside her entrance. A squeak echoed from her lips. The warmth radiated throughout her body, sending shivers all the way up her spine.

  “Are you ready for a taste?”

  The feminine voice came from above. Sierra smiled mischievously as she lifted her dress and offered her vulva. Her fingers held her folds open to reveal the pink skin inside that was soaked with fluid. After Jordan licked her lips, she stuck out her tongue to welcome the sweet mess. She timidly licked at first, unsure of where to place her lips, but quickly fell into a rhythm as Sierra rocked against her mouth.

  Moans rose above the three intertwined. The bedsheets shifted as Cora positioned herself on the bed next to Jordan where Sierra began to use her fingers to pleasure her girlfriend. Swept up in the heat of passion, Jordan began lapping fervently. The sweet taste filled her mouth and enlivened her, encouraging every stroke from her feathery tongue. Sierra's thighs were twitching. She was getting close.

  Jordan felt herself growing close. The mouth was replaced by a hand. She couldn't tell which one at this point and she didn't care. As her hips rocked in tandem to the hand stroking her vulva, she slipped a finger inside Sierra to match the rhythm of her tongue. Another heated moan rose from above and her licks became ardent. Their bodies rocked against each other, mouths and hands working to bring the other to climax.

  Their crescendo rose higher until it finally broke, filling the room with heated bays. Jordan shook violently as hands continued to stroke her into fits, her mouth separating from Sierra in order to catch her breath. Their loud moans faded into soft mews as they each curled up on the silken sheets with each other, mouths and hands tired from passion spent.

  As Jordan caught her breath, she giggled a little bit and buried her face into Cora's silk dress. A satisfied grin sat on her messy lips that she licked. It still tasted like Sierra. She looked up to find the exhausted woman snoring lightly above.

  I hope this isn't some elaborate prank, she reflected. Please, don't let this be a fallacy. It was too beautiful to be anything else.

  Chapter 8

  The sheets rustled. Jordan rolled over on the expansive bed and extended her arm out to grab the nearest body. Nothing but cold silk met her fingers. Her eyes popped open and frantically looked about, noticing that her dress and heels were neatly laid up on the chair in the corner of the room. She frowned hard in its direction.

  I knew it was a fallacy, she lamented. They were just using me as a third wheel to get off. I'll take the hint and leave.

  As she stood forlornly from the bed, the door creaked open and she quickly grabbed the thin sheet to cover her body. Sierra appeared with a silver tray that held toast, berries, cream cheese, and a cup of coffee. Her eyes glimmered in the early morning light.

  “Good morning, princess,” she whispered while setting the tray on the bedside table. Her hands rose to caress Jordan. “How did you sleep?”

  Jordan smiled, feeling much better now that her feelings were properly validated. How silly it was to think Cora and Sierra were using her, but this was new territory. Anything could happen. Sierra's fingers grazed her cheek, prompting a smile.

  “I slept well. Thank you,” she grinned.

  As Sierra rubbed Jordan's shoulders, the sheet fell and revealed the supple body that was mildly sore from their rapturous evening. Embarrassed, she fell to her knees and covered herself. Sierra chuckled and shook her head.

  “There is no need to be ashamed, darling. Would you like me to run you a bath? I'm sure it will help you relax better,” she offered.

  “A bath?”

  Sierra nodded and helped Jordan up from the ground.

  “Yes, I think that will do nicely for you. Wait here,” Sierra instructed.

  When she walked into the adjoining bathroom, Jordan sat carefully along the edge of the bed. Her back was a bit sore, but the rest of her was mostly at ease. The scenes from the previous night filled her mind and made her smile, eventually causing her to bite her lower lip with glee. They were such an exciting couple and they knew a great deal about pleasure. It had been much more satisfying than anything she had ever felt.

  A grinning Sierra returned to take Jordan by the hand and lead her into the bathroom. Timidly, she dropped the silk sheet and stepped into the lavish tub. It was filled with lavender bubbles, drops of oil, and a few rose petals. Sierra kissed her forehead.

  “When I come back, you'll feel better than ever,” Sierra whispered. “I'll bring your coffee as well.”

  She retreated to the bedroom and returned with the steaming mug, setting it carefully on the edge of the tub. After one more kiss, she disappeared and shut the door to the bathroom. Jordan sighed as she sunk down into the soothing, hot water. Her muscles were sorer than she had realized. Perhaps the police force had done more damage on her body than she initially thought.

  That's what
five years of police work will do to you, Jordan, she reflected. Maybe it is time for a career change.

  A frown formed over her lips. She had multiple connections in the force and her name had gained a high level of respect unlike many of her co-officers. Much of her work was free of errors, earning her a badge the previous summer that put her ranking at top-trusted officers in the country. She sighed as she stirred the lavender bubbles with a lazy finger and pushed a few petals away.

  It was soothing to be submerged in a hot tub without any noise. The sounds of the city were far away along with her annoyingly drab apartment. Every bit of paperwork that she had thought about the previous day had melted out of her mind and into the tub. Sierra was right. She really did need this.

  As the rest of her worries melted away, she heard the bedroom door open and some shuffling on the other side of the bathroom door. It sounded like Cora speaking. No one else was responding, so she must have been on the phone. A light wrap at the door followed.

  “Darling?” she called.

  “Yes?” Jordan responded from the tub. Her voice echoed in the porcelain room, reverberating easily off the walls. The door cracked open and Cora smiled.

  “You look wonderfully relaxed,” Cora commented while walking inside. “May I?”

  She dropped her robe and stepped into the tub. Jordan, wide-eyed and slightly flustered, averted her gaze as Cora settled into the hot water. Silky legs greeted hers and she giggled.

  “Do you have work today?” Cora asked.

  “Yes, sometime in the afternoon. Captain said I could come in whenever, even take the evening off if I want,” Jordan explained.

  “So, why don't you?”

  As Jordan formulated a response, her jaw slacked open and her eyelids fluttered. It was a perfectly ordinary question, yet it had rendered her speechless. She did her best to gather a response before becoming distracted by the smooth legs rubbing against hers. Another giggle surfaced.