“You bitch!” Lelianna screamed. She tried to pull away, but her pussy had practically melted against Luna’s with a mixture of arousal and sexual magic. Luna’s eyes glanced quickly around, but the redhead’s castle was nowhere to be found. They were back in the world she knew, and as she glanced across the redhead’s beaten form she knew what had to be done.
The brunette flexed her vaginal muscles before the redhead could pull away, and Lelianna gave a frantic scream. Immediately Luna felt an unbelievable surge of power as she violently pulled the magic from the other woman’s body. The redhead cried for mercy, but Luna wasn’t willing to give in.
“Please!” Lelianna cried. “Please stop! Don’t take my power, please!”
“Fuck you, slut!” Luna screamed. She took the redhead’s breasts tightly in her hands before grinding her pussy into the redhead’s cunt even harder. The second surge of power was even stronger than the first, and immediately she felt the vitality flowing through her veins. “You don’t deserve this power. Once I’m finished with you, you won’t ever be able to hold anyone against her will! You wanted to make me your slave…and now I’ll make sure you can’t threaten anyone else with the same fate!”
Lelianna’s cries echoed violently through the room. “Fuck you, cunt!” the redhead cried. “Fuck you and everything you love!” But Luna wouldn’t stop…not until every last drop of Lelianna’s power had been taken away.
Luna grinned victoriously as she felt the redhead’s well of magic run dry. Lelianna’s body glowed with a blinding magenta light; and her body vanished in a shower of sparks immediately afterwards.
“You did it…” a voice whispered behind her. Luna spun around wildly, and Valerie’s gorgeous blonde form approached from the bedroom’s far left corner. “You beat her…you actually did it…”
“It’s been so long…” Valerie swooned. “Since anyone has challenged Lelianna and even come close. My mistress…” She shook her head, and her blonde locks swayed left and right. “My ex-mistress has always been able to beat any challenger by force.”
Valerie glanced across Luna’s gorgeous form, then looked away. “With Lelianna gone, I am free…but what is that freedom if I have nowhere to go?”
Luna felt a twinge of guilt; even though it had been Valerie who had first attacked her, the blonde’s remorse seemed true. When the seductress again met her gaze, Luna beckoned her closer. As the other woman got to the edge of the bed, Luna spread her legs open wide, and smiled. “I’ll give you your powers back Valerie…but only on one condition.”
As Valerie crawled across the mattress, she eyed the brunette’s cunt hungrily. She still couldn’t believe how perfect this other woman was…and she knew she had no other choice. She laid her right leg over Luna’s left, and brought their cunts together gently. Each woman winced at the contact, but they pressed in harder. Their pussies began to glow with a mystical light, and the brunette and the blonde looked into one another’s beautiful orbs.
“You get your powers back, girl.” Luna whispered…and with an evil grin her eyes flashed crimson. “But now your soul belongs to me…”
Sexual Scratch
The air was cool against Megan’s skin as she glanced up at the neon lights of Kool Kat’s Pool Palace, one of the more grandiose sports bars in downtown Mercedes. She could hear the music moving through the air as the front doors were pushed open, parting for a large man in a thick leather jacket. She watched him climb on his Harley and drive away, then began to wonder what was taking Richard so long to get here.
The thud of a vehicle door behind her caused her to turn around, and she smiled widely as her boyfriend stepped out of the car. Megan brushed her long, bright copper hair behind her ear, and adjusted her thin black tank top so that it sat more firmly around her otherwise naked breasts.
“You look good, babe!” Richard said, embracing her. He smelled strongly of cologne, but the scent couldn’t override the odor of alcohol that was already on his breath.
Megan pulled away slightly, holding him at arm’s length with concern. “You’ve already been drinking?” she asked. “I can smell it on your breath.”
“Oh lighten up Meg.” Richard answered. “I just had a few shots at Louie’s, that’s all. I’m just trying to loosen up a bit.”
Megan didn’t like the thought of him driving this late with alcohol in his system, but she didn’t press. Richard ran a hand through his short brown hair, then started for the pool hall as if nothing was wrong. “Have you ever been here before?” he asked; and Megan could tell it was an obvious attempt to change the subject.
“No.” Megan answered, glancing up again at the neon lights. She had been to several of the other pool halls in the downtown area, but she had always skipped over this one until now. She had heard this one was a bit more pricy due to the dress of the waitresses, and had always passed this one by; but Richard had been adamant that Kool Kat’s was the best bar in town.
The music grew louder as they entered the club, and immediately Megan knew why the place was so popular. The waitresses themselves were clad in little more than lingerie, bouncing quickly around the club to deliver drinks. The building was much larger than the exterior suggested, and rows of pool tables lined the walls opposite the bar.
Megan gave herself a second to take in her foreign surroundings. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw two gorgeous blonde waitresses pressed together in the left corner, tonguing one another’s lips like lovers; but as she turned her head to get a better view the two women broke apart, both picking up their trays and spinning off in opposite directions.
“Richard!” a woman’s voice called out across the room. Megan turned just in time to see a young waitress with straight black hair run over to Richard and throw her long, slender arms around him. Megan gave a start at the affectionate display, but she tried to swallow her jealous pride.
Megan waited for several seconds patiently, but once it was clear the embrace and gone on too long, she cleared her throat loudly. The sound made Richard break apart from the waitress quickly, and as the waitress glanced her way Megan shot the other woman a dirty look; but before the redhead could say anything more, Richard came between them.
“Megan, I’d like you to meet my friend Jaclyn.” Richard introduced. “Jaclyn, this is Megan, my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” the brunette questioned, looking the other woman over with a trained eye. Megan felt a pang of annoyance at the other woman’s tone; but as she noticed the waitress eyeing her body, she took her chance to size the other woman up as well.
Both women stood at almost the same height, and Megan’s miniskirt showed off almost as much of her muscular thighs as the waitresses frilled lingerie. Jaclyn’s straight, jet black hair ended about a foot below her shoulders, the same length as her own curly red. Even their body measurements seemed identical; each woman caught the other staring at her gorgeous tits, both mentally trying to convince herself that her own breasts were bigger and firmer.
They glanced back into one another’s eyes, and Megan wasn’t really sure what to make of this other woman. Several seconds of tense silence followed, and when the redhead glanced back at Richard, she could see the nervous sweat beading upon his brow.
At long last Jaclyn extended her hand. “Good to meet you!” she said curtly, smiling sweetly. The two women’s eyes never parted, but Megan stretched her hand out as well. Their perfumes wafted and mixed between them as the two women shook hands; Megan had a bad feeling about this other woman already.
Richard let out an audible sigh as the two women before him clasped hands, but he could still feel the sexual tension hanging heavily between them. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, then a little louder so that Megan could hear him. “If you’d rather go somewhere else…”
Jaclyn glared into Megan’s eyes almost challengingly at Richard’s words. ‘That’s right bitch,’ her eyes seemed to whisper. ‘Go ahead and run.’
“Not at all!�
� Megan replied, holding the other woman’s gaze with a smile. “In fact, I really like it here!”
“I’m glad!” the waitress replied with false sweetness, then turned to Richard. “I saved you a table in my section, just in case you came. It’s in the back, come with me!” The brunette started reaching for Richard’s hand.
“We can find it ourselves, thanks!” Megan interjected, knocking the waitress’s hand away before her fingers could lace themselves with Richard’s. Jaclyn glared into the redhead’s eyes, but Megan was determined not to be intimidated. She stepped between her boyfriend and the waitress, clasping her left hand with Richard’s while pulling her credit card out with her right. “Start me a tab and fetch me a beer, would you honey?”
“I’ll need to see your I.D.” the brunette replied calmly, taking the credit card. She glanced over the driver’s license quickly, then a small smile came across her face. “You’re the same age as I am.” she stated. “You don’t look mature enough to be twenty-five, but I guess I’ll believe you.” She winked casually, but to Megan the insult was clear. “What type of beer do you want?”
“Corona’s fine.” Megan answered coolly, trying to ignore the brunette’s remark. Before Richard could order a drink she turned towards the tables and began to drag him away. She could feel the waitress’s eyes upon her as she walked, and couldn’t help but put a bit of extra swagger in her step.
“I’ll bring you the usual!” Jaclyn called out before turning towards the bar. “The table’s in the back corner!”
Megan glanced around the rows of tables carefully. She wanted to find a table, any table, that wasn’t the one that brunette bitch had set aside for them; but it looked like the single table in the back was the only one available. Reluctantly she moved towards the empty table, and she didn’t release Richard’s hand until they were a good distance from the bar.
“What’s with you Meg?” Richard asked quietly. “I’ve never seen you like this before. Jaclyn’s just a friend, so I don’t know what’s—”
“You know god damn well what’s wrong!” Megan interrupted. “The way that woman looks at you, the way she treats you…I don’t like it. And I don’t think friendship is what she’s after.”
“I didn’t know she’d be here.” Richard replied. “And I wouldn’t have pushed you to come here if I had known it would bother you so much. She was supposed to be off tonight.”
“Oh, so you know her schedule already?” Megan accused. “Are you two making plans or something behind my back?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew they were bitchy and irrational. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but her eyes never left her boyfriend’s face.
“It’s not like that!” Richard replied, raising his hands to his chest with his palms out towards her. “Jaclyn and I have been friends for a while, but you know I would never do that to you!” He held her gaze until Megan looked away, then sighed. “Look, we came here to play pool, right? So let’s play.”
Before Megan could answer he pulled two pool cues from the stand along the wall, extending the lighter one towards his girlfriend. She took it reluctantly; but as Richard moved to the other edge of the table to rack the balls, Megan relented.
As Richard moved his hands beneath the darkened lamps hanging above the pool table, the lights flickered on. “Motion sensor.” he stated when Megan looked at him quizzically; then he finished his rack and pulled the triangle away.
The next few minutes passed by without incident, and the concentration on the game helped to clear Megan’s head. Richard broke, then the two of them took turns alternating solids and stripes, as they always did for their first warm up game.
Even with his previous intoxication, Richard’s maneuverability around the table was impressive. Within minutes the table was empty, and as Megan reached into the pockets to retrieve the balls, Richard placed some money on the rail. “I’ve got to hit the restroom.” Richard said, walking towards the bathrooms. “If Jaclyn comes by with our drinks, that’s to pay for mine. I won’t need any change.”
Megan heard the waitress approach as soon as she was finished racking. “The money on the table’s for Richard’s drink.” Megan said as the brunette came close enough for her to hear over the music. “He said he wouldn’t need any change.”
The redhead turned around to face the brunette as she heard the clink of drinks being set down on the small counter against the wall. The last thing she wanted to do was be near the waitress, much less see her or talk to her; but she knew if she kept her face turned away, Jaclyn might take it as a sign of weakness.
“I know.” Jaclyn replied, turning back to Megan with a smile. “Richard comes her often, and he always leaves me good tips.” She turned sideways towards another table to her right, and as one of them motioned to her, she started over. “I’ll be back to check on Richard later.” She replied, starting towards the group. “I hope he enjoys the drink!”
“Hey!” Megan called after the waitress. She really didn’t like the tone this other woman was giving her, but she forced her voice to remain civil. “What is Richard’s usual, anyways?”
“I’m surprised you don’t know!” Jaclyn replied, turning back around. “If you’re his girlfriend, you really should know his weaknesses by now, shouldn’t you? Besides, you should be able to figure it out just by looking at his taste in women!” The waitress winked maliciously, turning back around. “It’s a Red Headed Slut!”
“Fucking bitch!” Megan growled; but the waitress was already taking orders from the other table, and Megan wasn’t yet ready to make a scene in front of the rest of the club. She sat down angrily, grabbing her beer forcefully and downing almost half of it in a single gulp.
A few moments later Richard came back from the restroom, glancing around the pool hall slowly before coming back to the table. He picked up the mixed drink and took a sip, then set the glass down carefully as he saw the look of rage shadowing his girlfriend’s face. “Megan? Are you alright?”
“Fine.” The redhead answered abruptly, grabbing her stick and moving towards the pool table before Richard could question further. With a sharp jab she sent the cue ball racing across the green felt, breaking apart the rack of balls with a sharp Crack!
Richard took another sip from his drink and moved back to the pool table. It was obvious Megan didn’t want to talk, and he knew better than to press his girlfriend for information she didn’t want to give. Instead he studied the table carefully, then took aim and shot.
Richard sank the 4, but missed the 7 his second shot. Back and forth the game seemed to go as he and Megan took turns pocketing and missing shots; soon nothing but the black 8 remained on the table.
Megan heard the brunette’s footsteps coming towards them once again as Richard was about to take his shot. She watched the waitress place the palms of her hands firmly on the wooden rail, bending low over the table so that her breasts hovered just above her hands.
“So how’ve you been?” Jaclyn asked. She moved her body from side to side slowly, grinning as Richard’s eyes couldn’t help but follow her swaying, scantily clad breasts. “I haven’t seen you back here in a while.”
“Yeah.” Richard answered, aware of his girlfriend watching his reactions closely. “I’ve been busy.” He took aim and shot, but the distraction of the waitress’s tits proved to be too much; the 8-ball angled itself in the wrong direction, and the cue ball rebounded wildly around the table.
“Enjoying the view?” Megan quipped angrily. She took aim at the 8-ball without hesitation, bending low over the table to line up her shot. The brunette’s smile grew wider as she hovered her breasts over the designated pocket, swaying her gorgeous mammaries in time with Megan’s breath.
Megan couldn’t help but admire the other woman’s breasts as well, and couldn’t keep herself from wondering how her own breasts truly did stack up against the waitress’s equally beautiful pair; but as she took her shot her aim was true, sinking the object ball into the far side pocke
t.
“Of course he’s enjoying the view!” Jaclyn answered, and she seemed almost angry that the redhead had successfully made her shot. “I could tell you were admiring my body as well, weren’t you?”
Richard stepped in before Megan could say anything else. Even through the alcohol, he knew danger when he saw it. “Look.” he cut in. “Would you please…not do that with Megan here? I don’t think she’s comfortable with it, and—”
“I was just having a bit of fun!” the waitress interrupted, glaring in Megan’s direction. “But if that’s the way you feel, I won’t swing my tits at you while your little girlfriend is around, alright?” Before either of them could say another word the brunette spun off, moving back towards the bar without a backwards glance.
The next few hours passed by without incident. Jaclyn would come around occasionally, say a few words to Richard or ask if he wanted more to drink, but largely she seemed to avoid their table altogether. She ignored Megan entirely, but the redhead was fine with that; more alcohol would have simply put her in a fouler mood, but the game of pool itself seemed to give her an outlet to channel her anger.
When the bar gave its last call for alcohol, the waitress was nowhere to be found. Megan thought it was just as well; Richard had thrown back several more shots than she thought he should have, but when she offered him a ride, he insisted he drive alone.
As Richard began setting up the rack for the final game of the night, Megan felt a tingle on her right eye. She rubbed it with her finger gently, but as she looked back at her hand she noticed some of her mascara had come off on her skin.
She cursed silently, then told Richard she was going to the bathroom to fix her makeup; she knew the night was almost over, but if the waitress came by before she left for the night, she didn’t want the other woman to have any competitive edge when it came to beauty. She watched Richard break, and as he sank the 6 immediately into a pocket, she stepped towards the washroom.
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