Good Girls Gone Bad

by Alexa Nichols

  She was losing her mind as it was. Talking with Amy right now might undo her.

  She stood up and smoothed out her clothing, flushing the toilet as an afterthought. She had an appointment to keep, and then she had to go to child protective services to visit Lucia. And then, if she had enough time, she planned on visiting Link…

  But only if she had time.

  How had her life become so wrong so fast?

  She looked in the mirror in front of the sink, examining herself. Even with the slight black marks under her eyes - a result of her seemingly never-ending insomnia - she was beautiful. Long luxurious black hair, flawless skin.

  Shaking.

  Fortunately, she could fix that. She took a small white packet out of her pocket and emptied it on the counter of the sink, pulling a razor from her purse and quickly dividing the fine white powder into lines. In moments she snorted one of those lines, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as the effects hit her. That quick moment of euphoria was like nothing she had ever felt before, and it immediately calmed her, made the emotions that were beginning to manifest recede.

  The bathroom door suddenly whipped opened, and several girls walked in, talking animatedly. The first of the girls was her doppelganger, who quickly took in the scene and rushed in front of the others, hugging Alicia and discreetly using her other hand to push what was left of the drugs into the sink.

  “Alicia! Girl, I am so excited for you! Your big photo shoot begins in a few minutes! We were all just talking about you.”

  Alicia winced as the younger girl quickly pinched her nose, cleaning the residue from it, making it look like an affectionate gesture.

  “Um, thanks, uh,”

  “Naomi,” her doppelganger finished for her. “You know, I’ve been your assistant for almost two weeks now, and you never once asked me my name,” she said playfully, but Alicia sensed true hurt behind her words. She’d had so many assistants in the past ten years, all fired for one minor infraction or another, that it was hard - and pointless - to remember all of their names. In fact, she made it a habit to not even learn them. Of course, she didn’t make a habit of having sex with them, so maybe that would make this one easier to remember.

  Besides, she mused, she really liked this one. She would definitely remember her name.

  “Maybe I can fix that now,” one of the girls, the famous photographer Elizabeth Steele commented. Alicia instantly disliked her - her voice practically dripped bougie. “I just wrapped up a photo shoot a few minutes ago. I still have my equipment set up; if you would like, I can take a picture of the two of you together. My gift. Think of it as a thousand-dollar selfie.”

  “Oh, I would love that!” Naomi squealed, looking anxiously at Alicia. “If that would be OK with you, of course. Please say it would be OK!”

  “I have an appointment-” Alicia began, but paused at the look of absolute disappointment that fell onto her doppelgangers face, “so if we make it quick, then yes, that would be fine,” she finished gracefully. After all, she reasoned, this young girl did just save her from a very embarrassing - and career-ending - situation.

  Besides, maybe she wouldn’t mind having a picture of them around…

  The rest of her thoughts were drowned out by Naomi’s squeals and hugs.

  Alicia examined the black leather couch with a critical eye. It was expensive, yes, but it was a strange location for a photo shoot. Just what kind of photos did Elizabeth take here?

  “OK, let’s make this really special,” Elizabeth gushed, apparently in her element now. Alicia sighed. She really didn’t have time for this.

  “I’ve never done a photo shoot,” Naomi admitted nervously.

  Elizabeth grinned. “Baby, it’s easy. I mean, Alicia can do it, right? Look, just take off your clothes, but leave on your panties. Alicia, leave your panties and bra on. I have this picture in my head already. It’s going to be beautiful.”

  Alicia looked at Elizabeth with a silent, steady gaze. The insult in her statement was not lost on her, and if they were alone, she would show her just what Alicia could do. It dawned on her then what was happening: the famous photographer was trying to rattle her. Alicia had a reputation for being beautiful but cold, untouchable, and definitely imperturbable. She wanted a story to tell her friends and most likely the tabloids about.

  Why not? If she wanted something to talk about, who was Alicia to deny her?

  “Of course. Like this, you mean?” Alicia asked as she shucked her clothes in record time and stood clad in only her sheer black lace panties and matching bra.

  “I’m wearing black panties too!” Naomi exclaimed, oblivious to the subtle game being played out in front of her. Emboldened by Alicia’s disrobing, she clumsily took off her own clothing but turned to conceal her breasts from Elizabeth. But not from Alicia, who had already seen them. At length. And tasted them, suckled them, played with them…

  “Indeed, you are,” Elizabeth said, smiling curtly. “Why don’t you both get on the couch and hug each other?”

  “Hug?” Alicia said with a slight laugh. “Why don’t we really get risqué if we’re going to do this? Why not…do more…”

  Alicia led Naomi to the couch, exaggerating the movement of her hips as she walked just to make Elizabeth uncomfortable. When they reached the sofa, Alicia pressed her body against Naomi’s, pushing her on her back, and made her hands slide up Naomi’s curvaceous sides. She smiled as her hands slowly followed the lines of the younger girl’s body, then bent her head and nibbled on her earlobes. Her hands continued their slow, methodical journey until they reached her hair, which they intertangled with, using it to pull her head back so she could kiss, lick, and gently suck on her neck.

  Naomi whimpered.

  “Um, uh, this is not quite what I meant,” Elizabeth stammered.

  “Hush over there,” Alicia said as she smiled at Naomi, “we’re having fun. And we haven’t even started yet.”

  Alicia pressed her body against Naomi’s, making sure their pelvis’s touched, and grinded on her.

  A tear slid down Naomi’s cheek.

  Alicia froze. “Baby, what’s wrong?” she whispered.

  Naomi opened her eyes and tried to smile, but it was obvious it was forced. “I…I really want this picture with you. And I…I don’t want to be used as a toy...just to make some kind of point…”

  Alicia watched as Naomi fought to keep her smile and wrestled against crying further. She had really hurt her. Alicia took a deep breath and nodded. She was right. She was so obsessed with fucking with bougies mind that she didn’t stop to consider Naomi’s feelings.

  “What exactly do you want us to do for this picture, Ms. Steele?” Alicia asked without looking at the annoying photographer.

  “Um, well, uh, OK, first of all, sit up on your knees. Both of you. OK, now, Naomi, put your finger underneath Alicia’s bra strap, like you want nothing more than to take it off. Alicia, place your hand on her back like you simply will not allow her to escape from your grasp. Put your other hand on the couches back. Yes. Just like that. You are a natural, Naomi! Now both of you, look at the camera any way you want. Show me your true selves. The resemblances you two share is absolutely uncanny! OK now, on three…”

  The flash was bright.

  Alicia refused to blink.

  Flashes. I can see their faces clearly: Link, Aiya, and Amy. Why is everything else blurry?

  Aiya kicked Link in the ankle to get his attention. Link laughed and swatted at her, stumbling just a bit and coming to rest against the car. Aiya began signing frantically, but Link just reached out and jumbled his fingers in with hers, making it impossible for her to communicate. She absolutely hated when he did that.

  Moments later he was behind the wheel of the car. They had just finished drinking, and he was determined to drive them home.

  Aiya was persistent, however. As he was about to start the car, she leaned forward and put her fingers right in front of his face and continued signing. Link h
ad no choice but to see. “Don’t drive, Link. You’re too drunk. Call an Uber. I’ll pay for it.”

  He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Aiya, relax. I’m not that drunk. And I’m not about to leave my car here. We don’t live that far. We’ll be fine.”

  “Link, seriously, maybe she has a point,” Amy said, trying to keep a light-hearted demeanor. Which was the exact opposite of what she actually felt.

  “Amy, Aiya, relax,” Alicia said as she secured Lucia’s baby seat in the back seat. “I trust my husband. So should you. We’ll be fine. He’s right, we really don’t live that far. You guys can spend the night at our place. Just like old times,” she finished with a wink.

  Aiya and Amy exchanged a glance as they got in the car.

  Almost as if Mother Nature was trying to make the scene more ominous, it began to rain…

  Too many sounds. All around me. So many that they are all blending together…

  “Oh my god, that was so amazing! I’m keeping these pictures forever! Thank you so much for-”

  Alicia silenced the younger girl by grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed. The photoshoot had made her hormones ignite, and she wasn’t about to waste the little time they had talking. If they were quick, they could get each other off before she had to leave.

  Naomi froze for a moment and stared at Alicia, her eyes wide and her face expressionless. She then grinned and started rapidly shedding her clothes while Alicia joined her on the bed, naked herself, and positioned her body smoothly over hers. She kissed her deeply, her tongue sliding into her mouth and causing every atom of Naomi’s body to be set aflame.

  Alicia separated herself from Naomi and ran her hand down the center of her chest, then grabbed a handful of Naomi’s hair and pulled it, causing her pretty little doppelganger to squeal in pleasure. She apparently loved having her hair pulled, Alicia mentally noted. She would have to remember that.

  She ran her hands across Naomi’s small yet full breasts appreciatively. Her own breasts were tiny when she was younger; they didn’t fully come into bloom until she was in her early twenties. Yet another similarity…

  Naomi couldn’t move, and she definitely couldn’t speak. She was lost in the pleasure of Alicia’s mouth and hands.

  Alicia hunched and took one of Naomi’s nipples into her mouth and was pleasantly surprised when Naomi pushed her back and gently bit her neck, then opened her legs and placed her hands in between them, rubbing her sex with her fingers. Alicia became wet quickly and arched her head back in pleasure. Naomi smiled and kissed Alicia softly as she rubbed her lover’s pussy, making several of her fingers slip inside her for the briefest of moments as she did so, marveling at how wet and responsive Alicia’s body was becoming.

  “God, you are so beautiful,” Naomi muttered as she held Alicia’s labia open and pulled back, looking down at her glistening wetness. She could see her insides contracting, could practically hear the ache of her womanhood as it screamed out to be touched, to be caressed, to be pleasured.

  Alicia spread her legs wide as Naomi manipulated her folds, giving her lover unrestricted access. It all felt so amazingly good…

  But something was wrong. A feeling of déjà vu hit her strongly; when she tried to investigate it, she came up with nothing but dark and jumbled images.

  She had done this, all of this, before…

  She was yanked out of her thoughts by Naomi as she bent down and spread Alicia’s labia even further with her fingers, then collected some spit in her mouth and positioned herself so it would fall directly on Alicia’s pussy. She used the saliva to further lubricate Alicia’s sex and insert two of her fingers inside her, which caused Alicia to gasp and arch her back, reaching up and grabbing her own breasts as Naomi slowly started finger fucking her.

  She became deliciously unglued when Naomi brought her head up to her breasts and started sucking on her nipples like a newborn baby, all the while slowly and rhythmically sliding her fingers in and out of her. Naomi stuck her fingers deep within Alicia, then withdrew them and, while looking Alicia in the eyes, put the fingers to Alicia’s mouth – then grinned and put them in her own, sucking her juices off them. And then she kissed her. Passionately.

  Alicia felt as if she was going to spontaneously combust.

  Naomi lowered her body back down and started rubbing Alicia’s clitoris, drooling saliva down on it again to make it easier. She then developed a slow, consistent circular motion that made Alicia unable to control the sounds of pleasure slipping from her mouth. At that moment, nothing in the world mattered except for Naomi and her soft, slender fingers. Her beautiful, heavenly fingers. And then her sexy, full mouth as Naomi bent over and kiss-licked her stomach and inner thighs, causing it to tighten, which caused Naomi to kiss the muscles that comprised her abdomen. Alicia slid down the bed, her head facing the ceiling, her eyes closed, her body aflame.

  Alicia tried to tell Naomi to put her mouth on her sex, to pleasure her with her tongue, but the words would not come out.

  But Naomi was getting to know her lover.

  She bent her head down until it was right above her clitoris, then drooled some saliva on it again, then used her fingers to rub her, to separate her, to bend down further and look at her insides.

  To run her tongue slowly, firmly, across her pussy.

  Alicia cried out in desire as Naomi proceeded to pleasure her with her mouth, flicking her tongue across her clit and pussy lips, alternating between licking and sucking various parts of her softness. She was being not only pleasured, but dominated by the younger girl’s hunger and curiosity.

  It was time to return the favor.

  Alicia sat up and pushed Naomi on her back, holding her there as she carefully straddled her face, but Naomi again took the initiative and raised her head, sliding her tongue in between Alicia’s hot and swollen folds. Alicia gasped as her hips began gyrating on their own accord, as her body betrayed her by entirely succumbing to the younger girl’s mouth.

  It was intense, remarkable, entirely unlike anything Link had ever done to her. The pleasure she felt with Link was more closely linked to emotion; with Naomi, it was more carnal, more primal.

  Purer.

  Like it was with Amy…

  Alicia ignored the sudden painful pang and clumsily dismounted Naomi’s face and bent over, kissing her deeply, tasting her unique wetness on her lover’s lips. She licked her lips afterward, ending with biting Naomi’s lower lip and suddenly letting it go, causing it to snap back. She then lowered her face a bit more and sucked on her chin, then sat up and waited for Naomi to refocus.

  “Scissor me,” Alicia commanded, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs wide, waiting for Naomi to get herself into position. Scissoring was something her and Amy had tried before but had never successfully pulled off. Not to the point of getting the other off.

  But Alicia was like a woman possessed tonight, and she was determined to make this work.

  She got herself into position and gyrated her clitoris against Naomi’s, grinding against it, hitting it exactly and causing them both to moan in pleasure. Alicia bit her bottom lip and smacked Naomi’s ass. “You have a cute little ass.”

  Naomi smiled, but could not respond. She was too focused on keeping their connection, on keeping the friction.

  She quickened her undulations, and couldn’t help crying out in pleasure. The bed shook as they both increased the speed and intensity of their coupling, and as the bed rocked, they quickly drew closer to orgasm.

  Alicia fought through the haze of lust to take control, putting her hand on Naomi’s lower back and slowing her gyrations while exponentially increasing her own. It was like Alicia was fucking her, using her stomach muscles to move her abdomen at an incredible speed, the friction and pleasure coming at Naomi like a battery-powered sex toy.

  And then they came, and the room seemed to fill with a bright white light.

  When they were finished climaxing Alicia pushed Naomi on her back and tasted her wetness, s
avoring the unique mixture of their combined cum and sex, lapping away at it like a dog. Naomi squealed and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, her legs slightly shaking.

  “You know, you don’t have a scent down here either,” Alicia told Naomi.

  Naomi looked down at her lover and half-smirked. “I’m not surprised.”

  It was a weird response, but Alicia shrugged it off and lazily kissed her doppelgangers swollen clit, then crawled up and collapsed on top of her. It was a while before either of them could speak.

  “God that was amazing,” Naomi muttered, clinging onto Alicia like her life depended on it. “You have such an amazing body. But you’re so much more than that. It would kill me to lose you.”

  Alicia nodded. She felt herself falling, sinking, her emotions a swirl of confusing currents flowing rapidly through her body.

  She didn’t want to lose Naomi either.

  It really might kill her…

  I'm being lifted. Someone is taking off my clothes...

  It all happened so fast. Link was driving to his and Alicia’s place, and everyone in the car was animatedly talking, joking, and laughing. During all this, Amy and Aiya sat in the back seat trying their best to keep their hands to themselves, and Alicia did her best to ignore their struggle. The rain had lightened to a slight drizzle, and the ominous feel of their earlier conversation was far behind them. The night was young, after all, as were they.

  And their hormones were spiraling out of control.

  Alicia wondered what the chances were of having a foursome, something they frequently did before she became so…domesticated. It would be delicious. Physically and emotionally. The things Amy could do with her mouth…