A woman with short blonde hair stood staring at them, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared. A radio appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and the woman spoke into it. Soon the look of anger dissipated but was replaced with one of confusion as she stared at the device in her hand. Carly’s and Stella’s laughter erupted as they watched her bellow into the device, and then a few seconds later, she threw the device away, causing it to break into pieces as it contacted with the wall. She then disappeared.
When she reappeared, she was standing in the office doorway, surveying the dance floor. Carly purposefully made eye contact with her, and a broad smile crossed her lips. She wanted to attract her attention so she would approach her and Stella first. It worked. The woman she presumed was Delia grimaced and with a near snarl on her face made her way towards them.
Carly turned in Stella's embrace and inched up on her tiptoes to kiss her ardently.
“Showtime,” she whimpered against Stella’s lips. With great difficulty, Carly broke their kiss, darkened passion filled eyes met hers, and her stomach rolled sweetly as she felt Stella’s large hand squeeze her backside. “Later, baby. We’ll continue this…”
Stella’s thigh pressed harder into her core causing her breath to catch.
“Oh, you’re impatient.” She rubbed herself a little harder against Stella. A throat clearing behind them stopped her from ravaging Stella’s mouth again. “Babe, please, we need to deal with her. As soon as we’ve done that, we’ll continue where we left off.”
Carly placed another brief kiss on Stella’s lips before she turned in her arms and faced off with the woman in front of them.
“That's enough! As soon as my door-staff re-establish their radio connections, you're the first ones out of here. I’m Delia Wilkinson, the manager of this establishment, and you people are not welcome in my club!”
Stella continued to move their bodies to the music as Carly stood toe to toe with the manager “Oh, why is that? We own some clubs and anyone is welcome to dance in them.” Twisting in Stella’s arm, she kissed her cheek. “We don’t have a problem with it, do we, sweetheart?”
“Certainly not. There's no discrimination in our clubs.”
“Well this isn't yours, so fuck off, and take all your fucking queer friends with you, especially those two fucking dykes.” Delia pointed to Olivia and Maria. “I don't know how they got in here. I banned them for life.”
Carly dug into the right pocket of her jeans for one of her business cards. “Perhaps they were given one of these.”
She handed it over to Delia and watched as the woman scrutinised it in the flashing light. Delia’s eyes widened, and she swallowed hard as she thrust the card back to Carly with a flick of her wrist.
“No, you can keep that one. I've got more in my bag, and I can always order more.”
“I don't know where you got this from, but they can’t be real. The Misfit’s logo is too embossed for them to be real.” Stella and Carly didn’t flinch under her hard stare. “There’s a way for me to fix this. I’ll call Stella Williams, and she’ll tell me I can run the club as my own just like Jen did.”
“As my card states, I am Carly Martin, I am the franchise manager and can easily accomplish your task of talking to Stella.”
As Delia frowned, Carly untangled herself from Stella’s arms and held her hand up in front of her.
“May I introduce you to my dance partner?” Carly took her eyes off Delia as she turned to Stella. “Sweetheart, this is Delia Wilkinson, the manager of this fine establishment.” Sarcasm tinted her voice as she surveyed their surroundings before spinning back to face the club manager. “Delia, this is my girlfriend, Stella Williams.”
Delia’s laugh was full of mirth. “That's where you're wrong, bitch! Stella Williams wouldn’t be seen dead in one of these clubs. She never wanted anything to do with them and left the running of the company to Jen.”
Stella stepped in front of Carly and straightened her shoulders, her posture corrected from a slouch, and she stood to her full height and towered over Delia. She put her hands on her hips and stared down at her. “That’s enough! I suggest you shut your mouth and look at my ID.”
Stella held her license up in front of her and waited while Delia absorbed all the details.
“Oh fuck!” Delia eyes turned to slits as she glared at them. “This was a trap. You came in here to bait me into to snapping.” She stared at their clasped hands. “You two are awfully comfortable together. It makes me wonder how long this has been going on! Were you screwing each other while Jen was still alive? She told me how crap you were in the sack. It’s now obvious you were too tired to get your jollies at home because you were getting your kicks somewhere else.”
Carly noticed the dangerous glint in Stella’s eyes and felt her body jerk as though she’d been slapped. As Stella surged forward Carly stepped in between them and placed her hand on Stella’s chest to stop her from any further movement. Carly peeked down and saw Stella’s right hand was clenched into a fist; it was white and shook from the strength of her bunched muscles.
“That’s enough. How dare you talk to Stella like that? I suggest you start towing the company line. Misfits has a non-discrimination policy, and I want that enforced in all the clubs. These people are our guests, and from this point on, they’ll always be welcome here. If they break the rules, then ban them, but you’re not kicking anyone out for being gay! Do I make myself clear?”
It was now Stella’s turn to lay a comforting hand on Carly as she witnessed the fiery redhead’s temper for the first time.
Delia stepped into Carly’s space and put her face in Carly’s. “Jen agreed to my rules! A bunch of queers dancing together upsets the other customers. I don’t need the hassle of watching my profits plummet. So the rules became fixed and non-negotiable!”
Carly shook her head as she took a step back and gestured around the club to the other patrons. “Take a look around. Do you see anyone upset by us dancing with our partners? If anyone has a problem with it, then it’s theirs to deal with, not ours! If they don’t like that the club is all-inclusive, then they’re the ones who can leave.” Her hand moved over and pointed to the office door. “I suggest you go back into your office and carry on doing whatever it was that had you holed up in there. We’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow.”
Delia opened her mouth to complain, but Carly held a hand up to dismiss her and turned her full attention back to Stella. A loud thud followed a few seconds later as the office door was slammed shut.
“That took the wind out of our sails a little, didn't it?”
Stella took Carly in her arms and moved around the floor. “It will if we allow it to. After this song, we need a proper drink to settle our nerves. I can’t believe how much I wanted to nail her to the floor when she called you a bitch.”
A techno song bled over the one they were dancing to; the beat was too fast for them to carry on. Carly took Stella’s hand and led her to the bar. “I want more dances afterwards.”
As they waited to be served, Stella bent her head and kissed her sweetly, gently nibbling on her lower lip. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Chapter Fourteen
Stella enjoyed the rest of the night and was even able to switch off a little. Her main focus was Carly. They’d talked, laughed, and danced the night away. Their guests appeared to have a spectacular time also, and as the quartet stepped from the club, both she and Carly had been accosted by a large group of them for handshakes and hugs in thanks for what they had done. They’d also heard pledges from a lot of them that they were going to become regular customers again.
The only trouble they’d encountered came from two young, severely intoxicated, men, who tried to coerce them into bed, pledging a night with them would set them straight. Stella scoffed in their faces as the door staff arrived and escorted them from the building. Tony’s opinion on the security staff came back to her, and she had to agree. They were nothing but professional and wor
th their weight in gold, something she would have to point out to Carly before the meeting.
A shrill whistle echoed across the street as Claudia held her hand up to hail a taxi. When the large car stopped in front of them, Carly and Stella jumped into the backseat and cuddled close together, sharing a brief kiss. As Trish climbed in next to them, they broke apart.
Stella’s gaze landed on Claudia who was standing outside the still opened door, pouting like a toddler. “Oh, suck it up, Miller, just call it anticipation.”
Claudia's pout turned into a smile as she licked her lips and peered into the car, her eyes locking with Trish’s. Breaking some kind of speed record, she jumped into the front passenger seat and gave the driver the name of the hotel.
The journey was short, but Carly and Stella couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. It could have been a simple thigh squeeze, or the brush of their fingers as they entwined hands—it didn’t matter as each caress lit and stoked a fire in Stella’s soul and between her thighs.
Claudia paid for the taxi. As soon as the money was in the driver’s hand, Stella and Carly bailed out the backseat and ran inside. The elevator had deposited someone in reception, and the cart stood empty and ready for their use. The second the door closed Stella backed Carly against the wall and devoured her mouth with her own. Their tongues met and played, and their teeth nipped and nuzzled the other’s lips.
The feel of Carly’s hand slipping into her hair and making a fist caused a surge of wetness between Stella’s legs. Breaking their kiss, Stella rested her forehead against Carly’s; their breathing was laboured, and their chests rose and fell as if they’d run a race.
“I never thought it was possible to want someone this much.” She couldn’t resist Carly’s snow white, elegant neck any longer. With a groan, Stella lowered her head to suck gently on the enticing patch below her right ear.
“Me either. I want you so much.”
The ding of the elevator doors opening broke through their lust-filled minds. Looking up at the number illuminated, Stella grabbed Carly’s hand and pulled her out into the hallway and to their room. The key card proved to be problematic, and Stella wiggled it around aggressively in the lock. Her mind wavered as Carly’s hands spread across her backside and kneaded it firmly.
“Jesus! Why won’t it open?” Frustrated with trying and going crazy with the thought of what she and Carly were about to do, she kicked the door.
A small hand covered hers and took the card. “Here, let me.”
Carly took a gentler approach and slid the card in slowly, the red light on the sensor turned green, and she twisted the handle to pop the lock. Suddenly, she was spun around and Stella once again seized her lips. Carly’s back landed against the hard wood of the door as it swung open, and Stella guided her into the room, kicking the door shut behind her.
Stella pinned Carly to the wall. Stella’s lips trailed a hot path along her jaw down to her chest where she tenderly licked and sucked at the cleavage that had been taunting her all evening. Carly’s scent was a mixture of jasmine and sandalwood, intoxicating and erotic. The alluring heady aroma of vanilla from her perfume made Stella’s head swim. The aromas would now remind her of this night and everything they were about to share.
A growl rumbled deeply in Stella’s throat and broke forth from her mouth before she could stop it. I can’t believe how turned on I am. One touch from her and I’m going to lose myself completely. An electric current surged through her body as Carly’s small hands rubbed her stomach through her shirt and travelled higher to settle on her breasts before flicking her already engorged nipples with her thumbs.
“Jesus, Carly…I want…you.” She thrust her chest harder into her hands.
Carly gently bit at her earlobe and moved her mouth next to her ear. “You can have me.”
Kissing her, Carly moved her shaking fingers to Stella’s shirt and undid the buttons. With the opening of the first, her mouth followed, and she kissed a trail down over Stella’s chest and stomach, savouring every inch of the delicious uncovered skin until the shirt was completely open, revealing Stella’s black lace bra to her. Standing to her full height, Carly nibbled on the junction of Stella’s neck and shoulder, while using her hands to slip the material off her body.
Taking a step away from Stella, her eyes lowered and rose slowly over her torso, admiring every inch of suppleness and each delicious curve of her muscles. Carly kissed the top of Stella’s breast, following the outline at the top of her bra cup.
Stella moaned loudly and ran her hands through Carly’s hair. Her nipples strained painfully against the material, and she ached to be free of it. Reaching down, she slid her hand under Carly’s chin, urging her upright and claimed her mouth forcefully. “I want to see you, too.”
With agonising slowness, Stella removed Carly’s shirt. After letting it fall to the floor, she unsnapped her jeans button and lowered the zip. Her hands slid over Carly’s hips, gently caressing the skin while moving down to her backside. Both cheeks felt wonderful in her hands, and she pushed on them, causing Carly to lean harder into her. Something dawned on her as she was about to lose herself once again—the cheeks she had in her hands were bare. She encountered some lace as she ran her hands back up to Carly’s hips. She’s wearing a thong!
The need to see Carly in her underwear became overwhelming. Her hands pushed the top of her jeans, slowly lowering them down Carly’s slender, defined legs. The white French lace underwear was in front of her face, and the aroma of Carly’s arousal made her mouth water.
Carly threw herself into Stella’s arms and attacked the remainder of their clothes.
Soon they were both standing naked next to the bed. Carly gently pushed on Stella’s chest, causing her to fall backwards, and clambered on top of her, straddling her hips. “I can see the hunger in your eyes, darling. I feel like I’m going to explode the minute you touch me.”
Stella swiftly reversed their positions, and Carly found herself gazing up at Stella. “I’m frightened my hunger for you will scare you.”
“That’s not possible as I want you just as much.” To prove her point, Carly brought her legs up and wrapped them high around Stella’s hips, causing her centre to come into contact with Stella’s.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.” Stella moved against her. Their clitorises rubbed together, causing them both to groan loudly. Bending down, Stella captured one of Carly’s nipples with her lips and sucked it into her mouth.
“Oh, don’t stop!”
Stella smiled against the nub in between her lips and moved her hips faster, causing a rougher friction between them. Carly’s groans excited her, and when she felt Carly’s hands slip into her hair and gently tug, her clit tingled and her inner walls spasmodically twitched. She cursed herself for not being able to hold out longer.
“Oh God, I’m going to come.” She panted against Carly’s chest.
At Stella’s breathily spoken words, Carly moved her hips with wild abandon. Slipping her hand in between them, she placed a finger on her own clit to heighten the sensation they were both receiving.
“Let’s come together.”
Stella called out Carly’s name, biting her lip to hold back until she knew Carly was ready. When she felt the smaller body beneath her tremble, she let go.
Dual moans and rapturous cries echoed through the room as a shard of ecstasy lanced through them. Stella laid her head-on Carly’s chest as they panted and tried to catch their breath. Carly tenderly stroked her hair as they both rode out the aftershocks that made their bodies tremble.
Soft kisses fluttered over Carly’s breasts, a warm wet tongue trailed in between them and onto her stomach as Stella slid down her body.
“You’re so beautiful.” Stella placed a ring of gentle nips around her belly button. “Can I taste you? I’m totally intoxicated and lost in you. I’ve imagined how you would taste so many times.”
Carly had no words. She simply nodded her head as Stella slid her way lower. T
aking one of Carly’s legs in her hand, she kissed a trail from her knee up to her thigh then placed it on her shoulder as she lowered her head to Carly’s centre. Without being asked or guided, Carly opened up to Stella, revealing herself fully.
The heady aroma of Carly’s arousal made stars swim in Stella’s eyes. She couldn’t resist a second longer and extended her tongue, using the tip to open her up. Carly’s nectar was as sweet as she’d imagined and with one taste she was lost, completely addicted to her.
“Oh fuck!” Carly exclaimed at the sensation.
Stella smiled against the soft wet folds, but her mind was focused on the pleasure she wanted Carly to feel. She ravenously feasted on her, using her teeth to tease the engorged bud of nerves.
Carly thrashed beneath Stella, her hips rising and falling with each delicious touch. Her hand was suddenly in Stella’s hair, gripping it hard and holding Stella to her as her body stiffened and convulsed.
Stella grumbled as a surge of aggressiveness came over her when she sensed Carly’s imminent climax and pushed her face harder into Carly’s centre, sheathing her tongue completely inside her and lathing it through her being.
Carly’s hips rose off the bed.
“I…oh, Stella, please…” The rest of her sentence was cut short as she threw her head back and screamed Stella’s name into the darkness of the room.
Stella felt Carly’s exquisite sweetness fill her mouth, but she still couldn’t get enough of her and renewed her efforts. Carly’s hand stayed fisted in her hair, holding her in place while she rode her first orgasm out and then fell willingly into the abyss of another.
When Carly collapsed against the bed, she blew out a frazzled puff of air. Her face was flushed and her legs ached deliciously. Stella climbed up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake. When Stella reached her mouth, Carly eagerly pulled Stella’s lips to hers for a toe-curling kiss.
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