Franky had never once pictured herself as a "working girl". She'd done her fair share of sketchy things in order to make a bit of cash, but organized prostitution was never something that had even been a blip on her radar. Stella had just somehow happened with no explanation. Sure the woman was devastatingly beautiful, no matter what she wore. They met like any modern day love story; in a seedy club on a Saturday night. Franky had been dealing off and on for a year years in order to make ends meet when hours at the restaurant were slow.
She'd go through spurts of time when money was good, and she could even afford to stash away some cash in the air vent to save for school. She'd save up almost enough to pay for a semester's worth at Uni when everything would, predictably, go to shit. Those were the times when on no one was buying and she'd be forced to decide between the electric bill or food.
When she met Stella it was during a famine. She hadn't slept well in days fearing that she would get the eviction notice at any minute from her prick-landlord. She'd already had to beg for an extension on her knees less than three months ago. Her eyes were sunken from sleep deprivation, but she masked it well covering her lids with dark shadow. She had managed to slip into the club without paying the few dollar cover after flirting hard with the large security guard. It was fucking easy as pie.
The fish hadn't seemed to be biting as she weaved her way through the dance floor, scanning the crowd for any takers. That's when she noticed the woman watching her like a hawk from the VIP lounge, sipping her drink. Her stare made Franky's skin crawl, fearing that potential clients would see the on-looker, and be too spooked to buy. She was too littered with tattoos to be a cop, even under covers wouldn't have neck tattoos, but she could be looking to take Franky out for selling. Why did she look so familiar? After fifteen minutes and only two drops made under the watchful eyes, she retreated to the sanctuary of the open patio to light a cigarette with shaking hands. She couldn't tell if it was the nerves or hunger, but she couldn't leave just yet. She shook out her hands. A couple hundred more and she'd be out of there and away from the preying eyes of that woman.
"How much?" a voice cut through Franky's thoughts. She turned mid-drag to see the onlooker. She was even more beautiful up close. Her pale skin was flawless where it wasn't covered in dark ink. Her bare, toned arms were on display in a black cut-off Metallica singlet. Franky was unable to place where she had seen the stunning woman before. She flicked her short hair out of her eyes, her jaw-line jutting out sharply. Franky had all but forgotten any words she had spoken, completely lost. She stood with her smoke tucked between her lips, like a deer in headlights.
"Look, I know you're selling, I fucking saw you." Her eyebrows creased sternly, her voice low enough that they wouldn't be overheard by any bystanders.
"I didn't know this place was yours, honestly," Franky said, holding her hands up in defense. "I swear. I'll go."
"Chill the fuck out, I'm not a nark," the woman laughed loudly, revealing a perfectly white smile. Franky couldn't help but feel like Little Red Riding Hood. My, what big teeth you have. "I'm Stella. Can I bum one?" She motioned with a nod towards Franky's cigarette. Wordlessly, Franky retrieved the half-empty pack from her pocket. She put another cigarette between her lips and lit it before handing it over towards the dark-haired beauty. Even her hands were covered in tattoos, including the words 'Just love' across her knuckles.
"Franky," she spoke wearily watching the woman. Stella took the cigarette between her lips, inhaling deeply.
"Thanks, Franky," She said exhaling a cloud of smoke into the night air. The pair sat in
awkward silence taking methodic drags now and again. Stella's eyes were back on Franky's itching skin, blatantly taking her all in; olive skin and smooth, jade colored eyes. "I'll take whatever you've got left on you tonight," She finally murmured leaning in close enough Franky could feel the hot breath of the woman against her neck. "Which has got to be quite a bit considering how little you've managed to sell tonight." She smiled deviously, it made Franky's stomach flip.
"Ouch. How do you know I haven't already been elsewhere?" Franky fired back, eyebrows creased. She was starting to get really ticked off at this woman.
"No one's buying this early. You owe your man money or what?"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Franky spat out dropping her cigarette to the pavement and stepping on it with the heel of her boot.
"Someone who knows the look of desperation when she sees it."
"Fuck off," Franky muttered as she moved to go back inside, checking her shoulder against Stella's in anger. What a fucking bitch.
"One grand," Stella grabbed Franky's elbow, holding her close. She had ditched her cigarette to follow her.
"You don't even know what I've got on me," Franky scoffed. Stella grabbed her tighter, brushing her lips over Franky's ear.
"I could care less. It could be fucking baking powder for all I care. How much would get you to stop selling and come home with me?" Her breath came in hot waves over Franky's skin causing goosebumps to ripple over her arms.
"That's fucking forward," she managed to laugh lightly feeling her pulse beating in her lower stomach. "I'm not a whore."
"I never said you were. A grand would get him off your back and a great night of sex. Sounds like a win-win if you ask me," she bargained wrapping her free arm around Franky's slender waist. She felt the woman's soft fingertips brush over the exposed skin over her hips. "Don't make me beg," she added barely above a whisper. Jade eyes meet seafoam in a wordless battle. Franky licked her lips taunting the woman to into continuing. She was fucking gorgeous. "I want you to fuck me. Please." Her voice came out shaky as she pleaded. Franky didn't need to be told twice.
Stella's loft was less than a high-speed 15 minute drive through the streets of Melbourne. She lived on the 10th floor of some new, swanky building complete with doorman.
"Evening, Ty," She nodded in his direction, her hand now laced with Franky's as they entered the fancy building. He nodded back from his paper in her direction, glancing at Stella's guest.
"New friend, eh Stell?" He smirked from his post. Stella winked towards him stepping in front of Franky and pulling her tightly against her as she mashed the button for the elevator.
"I guess you could say that," Stella mumbled before pressing against Franky's soft lips. The kiss, although shocking, made Franky's knees shake from the power behind it. It was over before Franky could respond, as Stella pulled her in tightly by her jean-clad arse. "This is Franky," she introduced them without her eyes leaving Franky's stunning face.
"Nice to meet you Franky," he chuckled just as the elevator sounded its arrival.
"You too!" She yelled back before Stella tugged her between the metal door. She quickly hit the button for her floor before turning her sights back on her guest. The two held eye contact silently as their hands explored the curves of each other's bodies. Within a matter of seconds, they had arrived into Stella's beautiful loft complete with nearly black hardwood floors and large windows overlooking the empty beach below.
"Home sweet home," Stella sang softly as she grabbed two beers from the fridge, placing it into Franky's waiting palm. She took a long pull from her bottle before walking up the stairs towards the crimson colored bedroom. Unsure if she should follow, Franky awaited the beckoning look that Stella gave her over her shoulder when she had reached the top of the stairs. She took the steps two at a time until she had found herself behind Stella's lithe form. Over her shoulder, she could see the black comforter covered platform bed nestled in the middle of the sultry space. While Franky took in her surroundings, taking care to notice the large vintage pinup girls framing the walls of the room, Stella busied herself entering a code into the safe along the wall. From it she counted out a supply of cash before setting it on the dresser top, and making eye contact with Franky.
"You weren't serious," Franky scoffed at the amount of money resting between her and the beautiful inked woman. She set down her beer to join Stella's.
"I'm a woman of my word. H, please," Stella crossed her arms over her chest waiting patiently. Learily, Franky pulled out the remaining grams in her possession and placed them onto the lacquered dresser. Stella picked up the baggies before placing them into the safe, and securing the thick steel door. As she did so, Franky picked up the stack of cash and shoved it into her malnourished wallet.
"What on earth do you do that you have an obscene sum of cash in bedroom safe just waiting there for you?" Franky cocked an eyebrow.
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Best save that talk until after," the short-haired woman responded honestly.
"After what?" Franky teased taking a step closer, planting herself in arms length.
"I'll give you one guess," Stella said as her fingers made quick work of Franky's button clad jeans. Without warning, she slid her hand between the tight material cupping over Franky's sex causing her to gasp in shock. Stella took the opportunity to run her tongue over her guest's eager lips before kissing her deeply. Franky's hand had reached down to grasp Stella's wrist to halt her ministrations of her hot sex.
"S-slow down," she managed to squeak out feeling the woman's middle finger running the length of her drenched slit.
"Make me," Stella sneered before delivering a quick bite onto Franky's bottom lip. This woman was a minx, alright. Unable to control her body's reactions to the pure ecstasy happening between her legs, Franky's hips tilted upwards in an attempt to give Stella better access. Her lips were everywhere against Franky's neck and chest, delivering wet and scorching kisses all over her olive-toned skin. She melted into the feeling allowing Stella's wandering fingers to continue.
She was down on her knees tugging the material of Franky's jeans and boy-shorts down leaving her bare against the cool air of the room. She then pushed the standing woman against the solid form of her dresser in order to bring one of Franky's muscular legs over her shoulder, layering a trail of kisses over the delicate skin. Franky felt herself melting back into the pleasure until sharp teeth bit down against the thin skin of her inner thigh. Her head fell back as a mixture of a gasp and moan escaped her lips, she managed to bring her hand down over Stella's hair relishing in the smooth feeling under her fingers. She did her best to relax back into the kisses, the silky locks gripped tightly in her hands. Stella's hand ran up underneath the thin material of her shirt until she cupped over the flimsy material of Franky's bra, pulling it down to give her complete access to the hardening nub.
"Fuck, Stella, please," Franky begged as the woman ran painfully gentle kisses over her mound. She looked up toward the woman through those thick lashes with a smirk on her face.
"Tell me what to do," She commanded before opening her mouth and letting her tongue rest, poised and ready to lap upwards against the woman's aching sex.
"Fuck me!" Franky practically yelled, trying to grind her hips downwards, finding herself trapped by the firm hand at her hip. "Fuck me," she asked again, her voice even more desperate than before. Never once at Franky begged for The display was completely worth it when she felt her center completely engulfed in the heat of Stella's mouth.
All it took was a few rough swipes of her tongue before Franky was shaking and ready to lose it at any second. Stella's seafoam eyes were on hers as she struggled to stay focused on the display happening at her feet. She wanted to remember everything about this moment. Then a sharp pinch of her hardened nipple between Stella's fingers and a hard flattened tongue on her clit had her body vibrating and threatening to collapse at any moment. The woman beneath her was fucking strong as hell as she continued to work Franky through the aftershocks of her orgasm taking her weight on her shoulder and bracing her hip. When she could no longer take any more attention, Franky felt herself pulled down into Stella's waiting lap as she tried to regain composure. Her hips bucked against the fully clothed woman holding her tightly.
It took her several minutes of panting to get her breathing back to any semblance of normal. In the meantime, Stella had stripped her of her shirt to gain better access of the unkissed flesh. Her lips ran across Franky's collarbones in a surprisingly gentle fashion as her hands cupped at her firm arse.
"What should we do now?" Franky asked as she finally felt herself returning back to her body. Stella smiled coyly as she reached toward the bottom dresser drawer beside them before thrusting the harness to a strap-on against Franky's chest.
"Put this on, pick one," Stella instructed before pushing Franky off of her lap. The long haired woman remained unmoved as Stella began to strip. Her small, pert breasts were completely exposed as she pulled off her tight pants to reveal the black boy's style boxerbriefs. She stood motionless giving Franky a chance to take her in. She was handsome and beautiful all at the same time.
"Take those off," Franky husked out. Stella hitched her thumbs in the waistband, slowly dragging the knickers down her slim legs. Once she was completely devoid of her clothes, she slinked into the bed, resting on her haunches waiting for her lover.
Fumbling, the woman selected a moderately sized dildo to tuck into the harness while her onlooker watched on.
"Looks like you've done this once or twice," Stella stated smarmily as she cupped over her breasts impatiently.
"I don't recall saying you could talk," Franky stated harshly as she came to kneel on the bed. She then pulled Stella in by the back of her neck, teeth clicking against one another for control. She cracked her palm against the flesh of Stella's arse, causing her to hiss and arch her long back. In response, Stella shoved Franky back against the bed by her shoulders, missing the headboard by mere centimeters. It became quite clear at that point, just because Stella wanted to be fucked, didn't mean that she was submitting in any shape of the form.
"Are you trying to punish me?" Stella smiled brightly as she straddled the woman's waist, enjoying the game. She was right about this one. Perhaps she had found the one who could finally keep up with her. Most girls that Stella brought home were pillow princesses who wouldn't even dare to challenge her.
She was awoken from her thoughts when Franky's nails dug against the woman's hips, pulling her down to rub her slit roughly against the toy as she gasped. Her lips curled into a wide grin as she looked down at Franky's face. Instantly she felt two of Franky's long digits sink slowly into her folds, causing her hips to tilt towards the intimate touch. She stroked her smoothly before using the wetness to coat the toy pressing against Stella's mound. She lined up with the thick length that was now pressed firmly against Stella's entrance. The woman breathed out softly with her pouty lips wide open.
"Tell me what you want me to do." It was Franky's turn to smile devilishly. Stella froze, her brain not catching up with the words. She had never had to beg for sex before, and she wasn't planning on starting now. Unable to wait any longer, she thrust her hips downwards trying to take what she wanted for herself. Franky tight grip held her hips still. Stella growled in response, her lips curling back to reveal those sharp teeth. Stella was definitely used to getting what she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Franky's intrigue grew tenfold. "Say it, and it's yours," Franky's thumb ran the length of the feral woman's hip bone gently. The two pairs of green eyes locked on one another. It appeared the women had reached a standoff until Stella's lips opened.
"Fuck me, Franky," her guest was almost unable to hear her words they had been whispered so softly. She immediately rewarded the woman by pressing forward until the head of the toy slid into her center, her eyes fluttering closed. Franky began moving her expert hips, working in the shaft in gradual thrusts. Stella's breaths came much softer than she would imagine the further Franky managed to bury the thick member between her legs. It almost became a game, rolling and thrusting her hips daring the woman to open that mouth and make some noise. Once she had worked in the entire length, Stella's hips began their slow but thorough thrusting. While Franky watched the show unfold, she allowed her hands to run the length of Stella's slim sides watching as she worked herself backwards on the toy. "Is this what you wanted?" Franky asked letting her hand run down the length of Stella's sternum. She didn't respond, completely lost in the feelings between her thighs. Franky took the opportunity to lace her fingers into the short locks of hair, pulling the woman against her their slick skin coated with sweat. Her eyes flashed open, desperate and hungry. "Answer me," Franky thumb brushed against the swollen skin of Stella's bottom lip. Franky stilled the woman's hips, and she waited for a response.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" Stella thrashed backwards begging for release. Her hands were back clutching Franky's hair. Franky could tell by the pull of her sex, that her orgasm was fast approaching and unstoppable. Taking a chance, she brought her hand around Stella's long neck wrapping it around gently before letting her other hand slide down to rest over her swollen clit. Her eyes flashed open as she gasped in shock. Franky's hips took over, fucking her as fast as she could as she watched the match light inside the woman in her arms. Her entire body tensed up before her eyes fluttering closed. Stella then began to shudder violently against Franky's hips while she rode out wave after wave of sweet pleasure without making a sound. She came silently with her red lips wide open. When she could finally take no more, she fell forwards onto the bed curling up into a shaking pile of nerve endings. Franky took the opportunity to quickly remove the harness from her hips before sliding next to her quivering lover in the bed. She trailed kisses over each tattoo covering her back. The spent woman in front of her hummed contentedly at the touch before reaching to pull Franky's arm across her body.
"Stay," she commanded, unable to believe the words came out of her mouth. Franky hesitated briefly. Stella then looked back over her shoulder to see the woman's internal struggle. "I'd like you to stay, if you want to." She swallowed around the lump forming in her throat. What the fuck are you doing, Stella? Sleepovers? Before she could open her mouth to take it back, Franky nodded with a smile. Once she felt Franky's body nestled in perfectly against her back, she promptly started falling asleep with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Franky lay against the pillow, still attempting to process the events that had just transpired. Instead she found herself entirely exhausted from the activity, and dozed off to sleep pressing her naked breasts against the gorgeous woman wrapped in her arms.