Flesh and Bone

by Ronica Black

  Next to her, a soft noise came from Therese, and Lauren watched as she raised a trembling hand to her mouth. The pulse that beat in the nook of her collarbone surged madly beneath her skin. Her tongue swept across her lips quickly. Then she took two small steps toward the couch without looking down, as if her body were on autopilot.

  The models stopped, nearly breathless, and looked at her.

  Bo stepped down from the couch and lowered her jeans. Her gaze was locked with Therese’s as she eased out of them, one long leg at a time. She wore no panties and she stood unabashedly for a long moment until Carmen joined her, stepping out of her own jeans and panties.

  They kissed again, more possessively, with teeth pulling on lips and tongues demanding entry. The air grew thicker, charged with the sounds of human lechery, wet, hungry mouths and moans and sighs and hurried breathing.

  Carmen pushed Bo back to the couch where she again sat on the back of it, legs open. Carmen went around and again kissed on her torso, breast, and upper arm. She slid her hand down to her center, where she slipped it into her bare flesh to rub. Bo tensed and then relaxed against it, her bones suddenly melting. Soft moans escaped her and then she grinned and groaned and held Therese’s eyes.

  “It feels good,” she said. “So damn good.”

  Lauren held her camera tightly.

  “Can you see how good it feels?” Bo asked.

  Therese stood staring, so still and erect Lauren knew she would tip at the slightest of touches.

  Carmen stilled her hand and stepped onto the small stool positioned behind the couch. She ran her fingertips up and down Bo’s sides and used her mouth on her neck and shoulders once again. This time she sucked harder, sank her teeth in further, and squeezed her nipples firmer. Bo called out, her face tight and her eyes closed. The sensations seemed to snap against her like a curling whip, straightening her spine and heating her skin.

  She opened her eyes and looked to Therese. The grin was gone and in its place was a seriousness and a wanting so strong Lauren could feel it crawling throughout her own body, rushing to the pooling wet heat between her legs.

  Bo’s gaze continued to bore into Therese as Carmen fed ravenously on her neck and shoulders. Then slowly, Bo ran her hands up the insides of her own thighs. When she reached her flesh she slid one hand inward and framed her clit with her long fingers. She began to vibrate herself, jerking her fingers side to side in a rapid motion.

  Quickly, she sucked in a sharp breath. Then she moaned and nearly shut her eyes.

  “Come here,” she said to Therese.

  Lauren held her breath. Therese didn’t move for a few long seconds. But then, slowly, she stepped forward.

  Lauren watched, poised with pent-up desire. Bo urged her onward and reached out for her once she was at the couch. She pulled her forward and kissed her with eager lips. A long sigh came from Therese and she released it into Bo, who held her fast, tasting her and testing her for a long while before they parted. When they did, Bo lifted Therese’s tank top from her body. Therese stood still and let her, and then allowed her bra to be removed as well.

  Then Bo yanked her forward by the wrist and watched as Carmen too kissed her hungrily. Bo took advantage and sucked her exposed neck, causing her to sigh some more. She lightly caressed her breasts and pinched the nipples ever so slightly between her fingers.

  Lauren clicked away, focusing on the moving muscles of Therese’s back as she took in the pleasure. Therese was breathless when Carmen pulled away and even more so when Bo looked at her and said, “Now your jeans.”

  Therese didn’t seem unsure but rather unable to make her body follow commands. Her hands no longer trembled, but they were slow moving and clumsy as she fumbled with the buttons.

  Bo slid off the back of the couch and sat in front of her. She held her hands and looked at her.

  “Do you want me to do it?”

  Therese breathed deeply. “Yes.”

  Bo released the buttons and slid the jeans down carefully. Lauren moved to the side and readied her camera as Bo lowered the panties.

  When she was completely nude, Bo appraised her with first her eyes and then her fingers. She traced her skin up and down, whispered words only Therese could hear, and then lightly kissed her abdomen.

  Therese inhaled and held her head, allowing her eyes to fall closed. Carmen moved from behind the couch to behind Therese where she placed her hands on her hips and trailed light kisses of her own down her back. Therese stiffened readily as Carmen ran her tongue first down and then up the center of her back.

  Bo quickly stood and went to the side of the couch. Swiftly she pulled a lever and lowered the back so that it lay flush with the front. The red velvet was now more like a bed, vast and shimmering, waiting and wanting. Bo lay on it, head toward the front, and Carmen took Therese’s hand and led her on with her knees.

  “I want you on me,” Bo said, holding out her hand. Carmen crawled further on and settled between Bo’s legs, licking hungrily right away.

  “Please,” Bo said, the pleasure quickly overtaking her. “I want you to feel what I feel.”

  Therese watched as Carmen spread her further open and flicked her tongue back and forth hurriedly. Bo tensed and faded, crying out softly.

  “I’ve never done this before,” Therese said softly, eyes still trained on Carmen’s tongue.

  Lauren lowered her camera, more than surprised and confused as to exactly what she meant.

  “Never?” Bo asked.

  “No.”

  “Why not?” Bo tightened her hands in Carmen’s hair, trying to still her, but Carmen wouldn’t let up.

  “I’ve never allowed anyone before.”

  Lauren knew Therese didn’t stay in relationships for very long. Now she had a hunch as to why.

  “But this,” Therese continued, looking at them all very slowly. “This is different.”

  Lauren’s mind searched for meaning, trying to understand. There was no one judging here, no one asking for her heart, for her life, for her devotion. Here there was only pleasure and beauty, completely wild and free, captured only for a moment and then set free again.

  Carmen finally stopped and rose to her knees. Therese met her gaze and leaned toward her, closing her eyes. As the distance between them grew shorter, so seemingly did Therese’s resolve. And when they met, they kissed, and Carmen nearly fell forward as Therese took hold of her lips in a fury of built and released passion.

  She was tasting Bo and Carmen together and she did so with a new hunger. One that came with groans of lust and hard, fast thrusts of her tongue. Bo sat up and joined in, kissing Therese’s breasts, eagerly pulling them into her mouth and then swirling her tongue around each nipple until Therese grabbed her head and held her away.

  “Something’s happening,” she said, her voice unsteady. “I’m feeling everything here.” She lowered her hand to her center, where her light brown hair was curly and moist. Bo lay back down and reached for her hip.

  “That means it’s time,” she said. “Come here.”

  Therese hesitated for only a split second and then she straddled her and allowed Carmen, who straddled Bo’s torso, to help her move forward. Her thighs trembled as she rested her knees near the sides of Bo’s face.

  “Now,” Bo said, encouraging her. “Lower yourself to me.”

  Therese eased downward and Bo groaned in a welcome, pushing out her tongue to lick her right away. Therese cried out a little and then closed her eyes as Bo licked harder and then took her clit into her mouth and sucked.

  “Oh, oh my—oh my God.” She pressed her lips together and tightened her eyes. Tendons in her neck stood out as she began to pump her hips over Bo’s face. Behind her, Carmen massaged her breasts and bit and sucked on her neck. She whispered words of passion and hunger into her ear.

  “Something’s—something’s happening,” she said as Bo sucked on, wrapping her hands over her thighs. Lauren heard Bo release briefly and she caught sight of her tongue as
Therese rubbed her flesh against it, forward and back and back and forward. Then Bo refastened and Therese quickened her hips.

  “Oh God, oh yes, like that. Please, like that.”

  Carmen held her tighter, her arm curved up and over her shoulder. Therese bucked like she was on a horse, one hand loose, her arm flailing. Her torso flexed and her breasts swayed. She licked her lips and then bit down on them.

  “What’s happening, something’s happening. Oh, it’s getting bigger. Bigger. Oh.” She jerked her hips and her eyes flew open. She locked them with Lauren. “It’s coming, oh God, it’s coming. It’s—” And then her mouth fell open and her eyes widened even more and she rocked and rocked, neck strained with small, hard sounds coming out of her chest. Then her eyes squeezed shut again and in another split second they flew open and she said, “Oh, Lauren,” and another wave of pleasure ripped through her again. She jerked even faster, whipping her hips, fucking Bo’s face.

  “I—I—oh God. Oh God!” And then another came and she slowed her hips and moved them slow and hard and very purposely all over her face. “Yes, oh God, yes,” she said, fucking Bo’s mouth long and slow. “Oh fuck, take me, take all of me.” And then her body went slack and Carmen wrapped her in her arms and held her tightly.

  The room went completely silent. Therese slouched, chest rising and falling quickly. Bo moaned and snuck her tongue out for a few more random licks, causing Therese to jerk and beg for her to stop.

  After several moments Carmen eased her backward and they both sat next to Bo, who sat up and smiled. In a surprising gesture, Therese reached for her face and kissed her and then she watched as Carmen kissed her too. The three leaned on one another and laughed softly. Carmen said something amorous and kissed Bo again, pushing her back down and positioning herself between her legs, eager to finish the job. Therese watched in glazed amazement, looking very much like the lazy smoke of a spent firecracker.

  But when Bo came she was right there, at her mouth and she kissed her, seemingly wanting to take it in and swallow it down deep. Then she watched again as Bo sat up and fucked Carmen, shoving her fingers up and in and out, so hard and fast Carmen was crying out in Spanish. When she came, Therese was there with her as well, kissing her, holding her tight, swallowing the pleasure down whole.

  They kissed and kissed and Therese couldn’t seem to get enough. She was breathless and limp when they pulled apart, yet she was flushed and her eyes were ablaze and seeking.

  Legs weak and unable to stand any longer, Lauren set down her camera and pulled up a chair. She crossed her legs against her pulsing flesh and lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. She watched with desire as Carmen and Bo lay Therese down once again. This time they spread her open as far as she would go and they both went at her clit with their tongues. Flicking and teasing and pressing and licking, tongues fencing for the clit, attacking the sides and teasing the tip.

  Therese thrashed her head and strained her neck, grabbing both their heads and clenching their hair. They brought her close to orgasm quickly, and then Bo pushed inside with her fingers and Therese nearly sat up and called out in ecstasy, her throat sounding tight and hoarse.

  The cry stretched and broke, and she bucked her hips wildly and clung to them for a long, long while before the cry fell from the air altogether, swallowed by silence and the flickering of the candlelight.

  Lauren sat and watched, taking in the beauty of the desire and the passion. She extinguished her cigarette and stood, retrieving her camera.

  *

  She had been in her makeshift office for almost an hour when Therese came looking for her.

  “Can I come in?” She was dressed, but her face was still flushed and her neck was smudged with vampire-like kisses.

  “Sure.” Lauren rubbed the back of her neck and stood, new memory card in hand. She gave it to Therese. “This has all the latest.” Therese took it slowly and began to look around at the two walls. Frame after frame hung side by side, wrapping around the room. She went to each one and stared, some of them she touched lightly with her fingertips.

  “Your collection,” she said, finally looking back at Lauren.

  “Yes.” Lauren joined her. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to add yours to it.”

  Therese laughed softly and then stopped when she realized Lauren was serious.

  Lauren turned her laptop around. “This is the one I want.”

  It was Therese, on her knees, back arched, torso flexed, eyes open with pure uninhibited pleasure. Her mouth was slightly parted, the tendons in her neck taut, just before she was about to call out.

  The photo was Therese at her deepest, darkest level. She was coming and coming hard.

  “That was my very first time,” she confessed, almost as if to herself. She traced a finger over the image of her face. “I’d never come before.”

  Lauren knew it was special. It was the best photo she’d taken thus far. Beautifully raw and captivating. A real woman coming for the very first time.

  “It’s something, isn’t it? The way we all look when it happens,” Therese said, glancing around at some of the other photos.

  Lauren agreed. “To me it is the most raw, uninhibited, stunning, and stimulating moment I could ever capture.”

  Therese met her gaze and then looked back down at her own image. “Yes, it is, isn’t it?” She paused, as if lost in thought. “You want this one?”

  Lauren swallowed hard, the photo playing the chords of her libido just as the live version had. “If you don’t mind.”

  “You won’t use it anywhere else?”

  “It will hang on my wall and my wall alone. Forever.”

  Therese nodded. “Okay.”

  Lauren smiled. “Thank you, Therese.”

  Therese returned it with a tired, easy smile of her own. “No, thank you.” And then as her smile grew into a grin, her eyes sparkled, and she asked Lauren for one last request.

  “You watched me, now I want to watch you.”

  N is for Naughty

  For the last two days, only two words ran through my mind.

  Franco Saulis.

  He was worse than most, a man who benefited by controlling others. Namely, human slavery in the form of prostitution. The women he took were young, many of them underage. He kept them by physical force, brainwashing, and good old-fashioned threats to their lives.

  Unfortunately for most, one or two of those threats were continuously carried out regardless of performance.

  So when I arrived at his house, I felt a wonderful buzzing of anticipation and the metal like taste of vengeance on the tip of my tongue.

  Outside his house just after midnight, all was quiet. The skeletal palo verdes and mesquites blew in the oven-hot breeze. He lived out in the desert where the earth was parched and desolate, where anything in existence that ever wanted to thrive would never want to be. Strangely, I felt right at home.

  I moved like the night, quiet and dark, first killing his power and then entering his garage, where I shoved open the folding door. I worked swiftly and hurriedly, setting up my grand stage and readying it for the show. Then I entered his house by cutting a small circle in the glass of his back door through which I slipped my hand in and popped the lock.

  The security alarm beeped when I opened the door, but I was expecting this, knowing his brand of alarm well. Through the kitchen and living room I went, hurrying down the hallway.

  I found him at the alarm panel in his bedroom, nude and cursing. I switched on my strong flashlight, and two young, frightened prostitutes screamed and jumped from the bed when they saw me.

  “Turn off the alarm,” I said, pulling my Glock from my dark jeans and aiming it squarely at him.

  He jerked and held up his hands, his face cowering from the light. His body was what I call skinny fat, long and thin, but saggy, covered in ugly, coarse black hairs. He disgusted me on many levels, and I had to look at his face and clench my jaw in order to not turn away.

  “Turn it off
,” I said again. “And you better only push four buttons.” When he remained still with his hands up and trembling, I fired a shot and hit the top of his foot. He screamed like he was being skinned alive and I rushed at him, forcing the gun to his temple. “Do it,” I said.

  Whining loudly, he typed in the code and dropped to cradle his bleeding foot.

  I swung around to the girls. “Get dressed.”

  They obeyed quickly and I pulled Franco up by his ear.

  “To the garage,” I instructed, walking behind them, gun aimed at the back of Franco’s head. He limped and sobbed, begging and pleading at me. His spine was as weak as his soul.

  We walked inside the open garage door and I showed off all the explosives I had planted. I openly admired his classic cars, focusing on his new Shelby GT, which I knew was not yet insured.

  He was already crying when I shoved him over to his standing safe. With my gun pressed to his head, he opened the door with unsteady hands. I counted a hundred thousand dollars or so and had the girls drop the stacks into a black trash bag. I gave the last stack to them and told them to share it and to take off. They were now free.

  One cried and the other thanked me profusely. Neither said good-bye to Franco as they hurried from the garage.

  “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, kid,” I said, staring at his skinny legs covered in a swarm of black hairs. I forced him outside and we faced the garage. Standing there in the dry desert dirt, I fished in my pockets and pulled out a cluster of handheld explosives.

  Kneeling, I began to tape them onto his penis, grateful to be wearing my leather gloves. Sobs shook his body, and when he realized what I was doing, he pushed me away and tried to run. I picked up my gun and shot him again, this time in the ass and the back of the leg.

  He took a few more difficult steps, collapsed, and cried some more. I shoved him onto his back and finished taping the explosives on. Then I made him sit up and I forced a detonator in his hand.

  Immediately, he shook his head and drooled out some no, no, nos.

  “Push the fucking button,” I said.