SNAP SHOT
by mel
~ A BAMrotica Ficlette ~
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Rated PG 13++ ;~)
Part II B ~ Wanna Pose For Me?...
The last time we encountered BAM...
...'The two ladies making their way to the back of the storage space, there, hidden behind an array of very expensive leather jackets and coats was a small red door. The brunette opening the door and ducking to go thru it as the little blonde willingly followed behind. Six feet away to the left was a old fashioned gold-plated elevator, which opened automatically when the taller woman stepped in front of the doors. Gesturing for the other woman to enter first, which she did without question. The club owner pressing the pad with PH on it. Deciding to kick up her flirtatious nature a notch, "Um Maggie, I have a question for you," the brunette stated seriously.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Have you ever ~" intense brown meeting with sparkling hazel, "made love in an elevator?"...
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The soaked woman was a bit taken aback by the question, she could honestly say that she'd never made love in an elevator before but she wasn't sure that she wanted to share that kind of info. with the brunette, yet. Because she couldn't get a clear read on whether or not Bianca was serious or just trying to get a rise out of her, so, she decided to play it cool.
Her gaze penetrating through to the taller woman causing a hitch in the dark haired lovely's breath which tweaked the blonde's arousal a bit, "Yes," she said purposefully, "I have ~ a few times," the blonde offered sexily, adding her equally sexy lop-sided smirk for good measure.
"Mmm," returning the little blonde's smirk, "when" her orbs darkening right before the other woman's eyes, "how recently was it when you...satisfied that particular craving?" Bianca said with desire leaning against the dark oak wood walls of the elevator, her arms stretched out gripping onto the railing.
Maggie's lack of an immediate response coupled with her bottom lip practically caressing the elevator floor gave the voluptuous woman all the answer she needed.
"Maggie, have you ever," coming closer to the tiny blonde "actually done it," she drew the phrase out like molasses; thick and slow, "because if not, I'd love to show you some," gazing down into Maggie's eyes, standing so close to the other woman that her lips nearly touched the petite blonde's forehead, "moves" beginning to chuckle because she could sense the woman's fear and actually saw a bead of sweat careen down the side of her face.
"Wh-what," the blonde whimpered swallowing her uncomfortableness down.
Offering a genuine smile, "I'm just messing with you Maggie. I would never do anything to you that ~ ah, you... wouldn't want me to do," standing back some from the editor, after giving her reply.
DING! 'Saved by the bell,' the blonde said to herself as the taller woman gestured for her to exit the elevator first, she did as she was instructed but needing a little leverage she placed her hand on the wall to gain her bearings.
After Bianca exited the compartment she noticed the little blonde's state, chuckling inside as she asked her if she needed any assistance.
"Maggie, hun, are you alright," the club owner asked with a sly smile, knowing full well she wasn't.
"Huh, Oh yeah, I'm good, just that..." regaining her composure, "I need to eat something...ya know, I haven't eate-"
The blonde's sentence silenced by, "Right, right, you only had a tic tac as a snack today," the brunette stated with a calming voice then placed her keycard into the slot, slipping it in then out again as she smiled at the shorter woman.
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Once in Bianca's Penthouse Suite Maggie was totally amazed by what she witnessed. She marveled at the very posh and sophisticated living room with, what appears to be custom made one of a kind furniture. From the off white Nubuck leather sectional to the uniquely designed cherrywood coffee and end tables that set side by side at a diagonal, which was a bit different from the norm but Bianca most definitely was not your average woman as the compact dark blonde was gradually discovering.
"Please have seat, Maggie. Kick off your shoes and relax and I'm going to ru-oh, but before you get to comfy let me show you around, a bit. I don't expect it'll take me that long to straighten out that little problem downstairs, I'm hoping they'll just work it out themselves, but...boys will be boys; even if they are gay. Men sometimes like to play that mine's bigger than yours game, you know?" The brunette sighed, a mellow laugh easing from her belly that was at once sultry and comforting.
The brunette gesturing for the other woman to accompany her to the kitchen and the smaller lady without hesitation did as she was commanded. Maggie ogled everything her eyes could take in, furniture, floors, walls, artwork, books and even a few personal photographs that at first glance seemed to be of no true significance to anyone other than the owner of the very tastefully decorated penthouse. But two photos in particularly stood out for the editor; one was of an incredibly gorgeous blonde with soft blue eyes and the other was of an equally as stunning woman that had the most amazing greenish-blue gray eyes that a person could ever hope to gaze into.
"Uhm, Bainca," Maggie said, believing that she recognized the women that were in the photographs. "The women," pointing to the items in question, "in these two photos, do you know them? I mean, personally, because you have them in frames...and, well, I'm sure that I've seen these ladies before, these photos before, in magazines, or something pretty similar. Don't tell me, you're a huge fan girl but you just don't want anyone to know?" The blonde chuckled slightly then walked closer to the brunette whom was, at the moment, very silent. "Are you okay, Bianca, Bianca?" Maggie called to the brunette with some concern.
Shaking the memory of both women from her mind and uncomfortably shifting her posture before conveying to the tiny blonde, "Yes Maggie, I'm fine. Come on," motioning to their initial destination, "I need to show you a few things before I head back downstairs," Bianca stated matter-of-fact to Maggie, displaying very little emotion about what the editor had just asked her.
The peculiar mood shift of the taller woman didn't go unnoticed by the smaller woman with the golden tan; speaking with some urgency "So, you're not going to answer my questions about these two gorgeous women...is it some kind of secret?" Maggie teased the brunette a little as she followed her into her large beautiful gourmet kitchen.
Bianca, completely ignoring Maggie's question, proceeds to show the blonde where everything is and how it works. The microwave, the ice maker, the Viking double oven, and a fridge and pantry; the last two being stocked to the gills with any and everything a person could possibly need or want; and some stuff you didn't.
The little woman's orbs swiftly roaming over the room then forging ahead with another query about the photos. It bothered her that the women looked so familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on who they were? "Bianca, I really don't mean to pry but...I know I've seen those women somewhere before, so...I ju-"
Maggie's inquisitiveness was put to an abrupt end when, "Maggie..." taking a deep breath before continuing, "some things are better left alone, so please drop this line of questioning ~ okay?" Bianca stated plainly as she glared at the other woman for emphasis. Bianca wasn't one to talk much about her past; especially the most painful parts of her past.
On that note Maggie just nodded in understanding then after a few seconds asked, "Where's your bathroom?"
Bianca was currently leaning against the granite countertop; her palms on the edge of the smooth cool surface; arms bent at the elbow; it almost looked like she was in a lunging position, only her knees weren't bent. She was trying to regain her resolve from her mind's time traveling to her past. Then once again coming to herself, she queried, "Half or full?"
"Full. You said earlier that I could take a shower and you'd have these," pointing to the still damp dirty clothes she was wearing, "cleaned for me," Maggie finished her sentence with a faint smile.
"Yeah, okay, walk this way," Bianca said softly.
The little dark blonde thinking to herself, 'Well, I certainly can't walk that way,' referring to the taller woman's very alluring almost cat-like prowl. That Maggie was currently taking great pleasure in witnessing, 'but I will most definitely follow behind you any day,' the shorter woman said inwardly, tilting her head slightly to get a better view, as a wicked smirk graced her features.
Leading Maggie to her master bedroom with the connecting master bath. This space has state of the art...everything; from the double vanity to the jacuzzi tub, heated travertine flooring, and a mutli-head shower that was more than capable of accommodating two people, very comfortably.
"Will this do?" The brunette asked, smiling sensuously at the sexy little woman.
"Daamn, Bianca, this is like a 5 star hotel!" The blonde fawned.
"I'm glad you like it," Bianca said with desire.
Leaning against the granite vanity, "Oh~kay, uhm, well, I...better get undressed so you can take the clothes to be cleaned," Maggie's speech was timid, due to the brunette's heavy erotic gaze that she was so ardently bestowing upon the blonde.
After another second or two Bianca spoke, "Wait right here, I need to go get something," the brunette hurried to her dressing closet. When she returned she handed Maggie a clear medium sized bag, "you can put your things in here."
"Thanks," Maggie said, their fingers grazing one another, a spark of electricity shooting through them.
Bianca could feel the jolt reverberate through her entire body, as she stood just inches away from this short sexy woman that was making her feel all kinds of turned on right now. All she wanted to do was hoist her up on that double vanity and snatch her clothes off and have her way with the little blonde. But, "Your welcome," was the only thing she could get out. She was a bit apprehensive about just doing what she wanted to do. Because she didn't want to scare Maggie off by being too aggressive. But what Bianca hadn't realized was just how much the other woman truly wanted her, although she was kind of shy in showing it. Maggie could put on a good front; acting like things don't get to her, but they do. Case in point, the elevator ride and how she freaked when she thought the brunette was going to take her right then and there.
Maggie stepped to the door where the taller woman was poised in the frame, looking ever so luscious, "Uhm, I thought you had to save your nightclub from ruin," the blonde said giving the brunette that ever sexy lop-sided grin.
"I do, but I'm, um...waiting on you...?"
"Waiting on me ~ to what?"
"To Strip."
Maggie's mouth fell open, her mind ticking back and forth, not knowing what to say, 'is she for real?' she pondered to herself as she fought to maintain what sense of composure she had left in tacked.
"Yo...you wan...want me to strip...for you, are ~ you ~ serious?" the tiny tanned lady questioned, placing emphasis on the last part.
The voluptuous woman with the large expressive eyes which were now gazing intently at the shorter woman, stepping forward, "Would it bother you if I were?" Bianca said with candor.
The little blonde gulped, silently considering the idea, "I...ah..." staring curiously at the brunette, her mind flitting to the many possibilities of what it could be like to disrobe for, and make love with this gorgeous brunette standing before her, just giving in to every fantasy she's ever had...
"Maggie," the soft sensuous voice permeating through the tiny woman's senses, returning to the current situation at hand, "yeah, yes," the shorter woman lulled timidly.
"Yes what...yes, you'll strip for me or yes...as in ~ I hear you?" Bianca questioned anxious for a response.
"Yes, uhm, to the last part, yes, I heard you calling me," the alluring little blonde answered verbally but her posture was saying something all together different, and Bianca could sense it.
"Oh," the taller woman said with some disappointment, as she eyed the woman intently, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. I think doing that could eventually lead you, me...well...us to do something I consider to be very special ~ intimate, and um, I feel you should wait ~ awhile until you know someone better before you give yourself to a person." And as the shorter woman spoke those words she truly meant them, however, she also knew that she was becoming increasingly more attracted to the dark haired beauty with each passing moment and wasn't sure if she could hold out much longer against the brunette's tempestuous advances.
Bianca stepped out of the door frame and shut the bathroom floor, giving Maggie the privacy she seemed to want.
A few minutes Maggie re-emerged an oversized terry-cloth robe loosely draped around her small yet shapely frame. She handed Bianca the bag with her damp clothing in it and began to make small talk. "So, Bianca, how long have you ah...liv-wor-own-have you been here?"
The business woman gazing at the sexy hazel eyed lady standing before her with only a robe ~ her robe on, no less, made her skin crawl with desire, but somehow she managed to reply with another question, "Do you mean, here...in this building, general area or in this city?"
The blonde thought about it briefly then answered, "All of the above."
Stepping closer to the smaller woman saying, "Well, how about I tell you when I get back," Bianca stated matter-of-fact then threw the blonde an alluring smile.
The taller woman then slung the bag with the blonde's clothes over her shoulder, making her way through her bedroom the hall and living room on to the elevator and as she entered into it she smiled thinking to herself, 'I definitely havta find a way to be with her, intimately.
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Maggie chose to have a little snack before she took her shower. Going into the kitchen and searching through Bianca's pantry, then her fridge, to find she didn't know quite what? Settling on some fruit; strawberries, grapes and
a banana for good measure. While she was on her way to the living room she caught a glimpse of something that tweaked her interest. Moving closer to the object she thought to herself how odd it was, she tried to gain access into it but couldn't. "Note to self, ask Bianca about this later?" She then continued into the living room taking a seat on the soft leather couch, musing about the events of her day, thus far.
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"Okay guys...did you find a replacement to fill in for you tonight Michael?" Bianca queried cheerily, as she walked over to both men?"
"No, not yet, Bianca. I called three people and they were all unavailable for tonight," Steven said as he glared at Michael then went on to say, "especially at such short notice."
"What about you Michael did you try to call anyone to cover for you?" the boss lady queried.
"Yeah, I called Pete, but he already had plans. I was about to call Sophie to see if she was free when you came in."
"Alright, I'll try a couple of people I know that might be willing to do us a favor," Bianca stated in a friendly ember. She was still fantasizing about a certain blonde that was practically naked in her penthouse so she wasn't to upset about the predicament regarding her nightclub, at least not at the present time anyway.
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The petite woman enjoyed herself, lounging on the brunette's comfy sofa, checking out the enormous flat-screened tv; flicking through the hundreds of channels that must've been housed in the sleek electronic box. "Okay, Maggie, nothing's on that really interest you right now,"...and in just that instant the blonde's finger stopped at channel 1359, the title of the channel was called, My Private Videos, and much to the little woman's extremely pleasant surprise, was the tall voluptuous brunette with porcelain skin and smoldering expressive eyes appearing on the 42" screen in all her naked glory. "Whoa, My God, She's Beautiful," Maggie cooed aloud as she kept her eyes glued to the screen. Watching the woman's every movement, the way she contorted her body giving access to the most intimate parts of her curvaceous form. "Who...who's in this video with her?" Maggie questioned to herself. Fast forwarding just a tad, stopping once she discovered the answer to her own question. That's the blue eyed blonde from the photograph I asked Bianca about earlier,...studying the video with purpose trying to determine who the other woman was and where she'd seen her before, and also because the video was just incredibly sexy. Bianca and the other blonde were doing things to each other that Maggie had only imagined. The tiny editor leaning forward, on the couch, in somewhat of a daze, blurting out, "CAMILLE! ~ that's who that is, that model and actress that was in that really sexy sci-fi action flick, EROS SOLARIS."
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"Thank you, so much, okay, we'll see you in a while, bye," Bianca clicked her cell off, a victorious smile grazing her beautiful features, "Okay, I've got someone to fill in tonight," the brunette continued to smile as she relayed the information to the two men standing across from her.
"That's great, Bianca, who did you get, Ricki, Sam, Eliot?" The manager spoke up.
"Nope, none of the above," the men eyeing her suspiciously, the younger man chiming in, "who then?"
"My cousin, Ryan. He worked in a bar for years before he decided to open the deli," the brunette's sentence trailing
off when she remembered that she needed to take the blonde's clothes next door to the cleaners.
Picking up her new object of desire's dirty clothes, from behind the bar where she'd been standing. Starting heading towards the front door, turning back slightly in their direction to ask, "Will one of you call me when Ry gets here. I'm going next door to the cleaners then I'm heading back upstairs. Thanks guys."
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"Well, Mags, now that you've seen your very hospitable and undeniably gorgeous hostess as naked as the day she was born, what Now?! She's been hitting on you practically from the moment you barged in her establishment nearly an hour and a half ago. But...if she knew that I...I can't let anything happen between us, it wouldn't be fair to Bianca," the petite blonde said out loud to herself with a bit of regret.
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Looking out through one of the large tinted bay-type windows in her nightclub, checking to see if it was still raining, and it is. Bianca then goes over to the coat room and grabs an oversized black & white umbrella from the stainless steel container that held three additional umbrella's of varying sizes and colors. Pushing the door open into the persistent shower, and letting up the portable rain shield to protect herself from the small downpour as she walked the eight or nine foot to the cleaners. And as her heels clanked in time to the pedpedpedped of the oval droplets that danced on her umbrella then fell haphazardly to the ground. The brunette couldn't stop thinking about the bronzed beauty waiting for her back in her penthouse. Then all of the sudden, laughter from a couple of rambunctious teens starting bringing her out of her ruminations as they hurriedly brushed past her while she continued to make her way to the dry cleaners.
blingalingblingaling....the bell to the front door rung out, indicating that there was a potential customer, "Try to stay dry, Mr. Griffen, okay, and thank you, again," the young blonde said as she waved goodbye to the older gentleman. Bianca offering the man a friendly nod as he exited the place of business. "Hi, Sarah, how are you?" Bianca asked the assistant manager in a friendly tone as she shook out her umbrella and brushed some hair from her face that had gone astray, due to the hard windy rain.
"I'm doing well, Bianca, thanks for asking. How are things with you," the pretty blonde asked.
"I'm doing really really well. It's kind of you to ask." The brunette smiled, tilting her head to one side then carried on with the conversation, "How was business this morning ~ I hope this wild rain didn't hurt it too much?"
"Not too badly, but I think it's starting to pick up a little this afternoon. So, how can I help you, Bianca?" Sarah queried noticing the bag in the taller woman's hand as she clipped a receipt to an order to be processed.
"Ah, yeah, I'm dropping off an order for a...friend," The brunette smiled as she said, hesitating slightly at the thought of what she'd like the tiny blonde to be to her.
"Oh, so, it's a rush then?"
Bianca stood there resting an elbow on the counter, her chin perched on the back of her hand, contemplating the question for several seconds, then the corners of her mouth turning up into a sly smile, "No, Sarah, please have someone bring her things up to my penthouse at closing...and um, leave them hanging on the door, " the shapely woman completed her sentence with a thank you and a satisfied head nod, receiving one from the younger blonde
in return.
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Okay...I've finished my snack I might as well go take my shower. I wonder if my clothes will be ready within the next hour like Bianca said? I sure hope so, this terry cloth robe is waaay to big for me, it's warm though," the sexy little blonde quipped to herself.
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As Bianca started walking back towards her place she decided to make one more quick stop.
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"Maggie, I'm back," the entrepreneur called out. Her eyes searching for the shorter woman, a small shimmering pink and purple bag in hand.
The blonde wiping her hands on the large fluffy white towel before exiting the master bath to go in the living room where she thought she heard the other woman calling to her from, was but to her surprise Bianca was patiently waiting for her on the chaise lounge in her bedroom.
"Hey, you're in here," the petite woman said walking over to the brunette, smiling as she sat on the bench at the end of the taller woman's bed, "so, what's in the pretty bag?" the blonde's smile was infectious.
A large grin framing her face as she handed the package to Maggie, "It's for you, actually...go ahead and look inside," the doe eyed lady cooed.
"For me, Bianca, I...you shouldn't have," pulling the item from the bag and examining it carefully, her mouth partially open, "I'm ~ seriously, Bianca ~ you...I can't ~ why?" the dark blonde holding the bag in her left hand as she ran her right one through her golden drying locks. Contemplating whether or not to except the other woman's gift or respectfully decline.
"What's wrong, Maggie? Realizing now how this little token might be perceived and not wanting the woman to get the wrong-well not totally wrong impression.;) She chose to explain the motivation behind the unexpected present. Well...I...was hoping that um," leaning forward in the chaise in Maggie's direction, "you would like to have something to wear that was more, ah, I should I put it-"
"Sexy, alluring?," the blonde questioned with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, as she held up the garment for further investigation.
"Fine, Maggie. I just thought that you might like something comfortable and feminine to lounge in while you wait for your dry cleaning to be taken care of, because, unfortunately it's going to be longer than an hour as I had speculated earlier. But I'll just take it back to the boutique," the taller woman whom was, now, mildly agitated, spat out. So she got up from where she'd been sitting grabbed the robe from the little blonde's hand then snatched up the bag the outfit came in and stormed away.
Bianca went into the living room and dropped the items down on the sofa then hastily walked into the kitchen. Sensing the other woman close behind, "I'm starved, did you eat the rest of your lunch while I was gone?" She snipped at the blonde, then opened the fridge to retrieve her unfinished lunch, noticing Maggie's sandwich was
still in the icebox; uneaten, "do you want me to heat up your food too?" the brunette inquired dryly.
Maggie shook her head then softly said, "Yes, if you don't mind?" a smidge uncomfortable at the brunette's behavior, musing to herself, 'did I offend her that badly?'
Bianca, considering her exaggerated response, now softening her tone as well as her stance, "Maggie, I apologize, I don't know what came over me exactly." In all honesty she really did. Bianca was in a word, amorous, and she'd set her sights on the tiny blonde. But she realizes that Maggie is not just some chick you pick up on and wham, bam, thank you ma'am to. She's special. And she was going to have to finesse the shorter woman into the compromising positions that she wanted her in.
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Twenty minutes later, Bianca and Maggie were sitting at the island in the kitchen and as they worked on their meals they began to talk. "So, Maggie, what did you do up here while I was gone?" The brunette queried, a shade of mischief in her tone.
"Oh, I...uh...watched a little tv, and I got a snack from the fridge; some fruit...you don't mind do you? I...you said I could make myself comfortable," Maggie stated nervously, hoping Bianca wouldn't push for any further details because she definitely didn't want to tell her she saw part of her "spicy homemade movies."
"OK, was that all," Bianca seeing the tension in Maggie's soft features and posture, wondering if it were because of her previous outburst? She'd apologized and the dark blonde seemed to have forgiven her but...she had to be sure, "Um, Maggie, you're not still put off with me about my, um, stupid little tantrum a while ago, are you? Because that look on your face, is well, I don't know a bit unclear," the brunette said, picking at the corn beef from her sandwich.
"Oh no, I was just thinking about the tedious manuscripts I have to read through this weekend, and I really need to call my mom; I haven't spoken to her in a couple of days." All true, however, Maggie was really apprehensive about Bianca knowing she saw her in a ~ different light, so to speak.
"Aww, a mama's girl uh?" Bianca said as she smiled at the blonde.
"I'm close to my mom, pretty close, anyway. Why, aren't you?" Maggie asked the brunette pointedly.
"I guess," she sighed and shrugged, "we have our moments; let's just leave it at that." The taller woman and her mom do have a very intense and complicated relationship.
"Alright," the blonde agreed nodding her head, "so, what made you decide to buy that particular item for me," Maggie, trying hard not to allow her mind to dip into anything of a sexual nature.
Bianca shrugged, her head tipping down then back up; to gaze into warm hazel orbs that were longing for a real response, then opening and closing her mouth twice before answering, "I...I wanted to see you in something sexy and alluring," the brunette said honestly mimicking the shorter woman's exact words from their tiff earlier.
"It is a beautiful nightie and gown ensemble and if we were lo-" The shorter woman stopping herself from finishing her sentence knowing that if she didn't, it would lead to something that she might not be quite ready for.
"What was that, Maggie ~ lovers, was that what you were going to say?" The brunette saying the word lovers with such sensuality the blonde wanted to melt.
"I...uh, no, maybe...you know what ~ you really are a one trick pony, you do realize that? Always with the sex on the brain," The tiny blonde giving an uneasy chuckle.
"A one trick pony, muhmm, I assure you Maggie that I'm a pure thorough-bread with quite an array of tricks, if your game enough to give me a spin," the dark haired woman said confidently with a massive smirk, then continued, "you do know how to ride," leaning in closer; a lingering, hypnotic gaze proceeded a very sensuous, "don't you?"
Needless to say the petite tanned lady was speechless. A loud anxious gulp was heard by the editor as well as the photographer, whom just sat there ogling the blonde patiently waiting for her reply. Although, knowing what she'd just said had completely thrown the little woman for quite a loop, she couldn't help but feel that Maggie was just a
hot fused firecracker waiting to be lit.
"Sooo...are you game, Maggie? The brunette posed the question once again then she removed herself from the soft leather barstool at the opposite side of the island where she'd been seated, having the remainder of her lunch. She walked around to the end of the island where the butcher block was located, stopping momentarily, her soft seductive gaze, generously honing in on the other woman's attractive features. Then continuing on to stand directly next to the compact woman. Bringing her Rubenesque frame to lavish on the stool next to her, facing her unexpected, but now, very welcomed guest.
The shorter lady couldn't help but sport her patented, very sexy, lop-sided smile, and as she tentatively ran her fingers through her dark blonde locks, the taller woman absent-mindedly reached out and gently pulled some slightly unbound curls that were hiding beneath the collar of the terry cloth robe the tiny woman was wearing.
Maggie finally gaining the courage to speak, offering a faint, "Thank you," staring at the brunette, "I...was just ~ about to ~ get ~ that," the blonde was hardly able to get out her sentence, because Bianca was making her equal parts nervous and excited at the same time, and no one had ever accomplished that feat before. Maggie was entranced by the way Bianca looked at her. Of course other women had checked the blonde out before; men too, for that matter, but none in such the way the beautiful brunette was looking at her. Bianca didn't just look at Maggie...she could read her. It was as if she could see right through her. Every nuance the tiny woman's face and body gave off was noticed by the other woman. And it totally unearthed the normally very self assured, no-nonsense woman.
"You're very welcome, anytime," Bianca husked out, giving the other woman a lingering gaze, then proceeded with "anyplace," moving closer to the little woman to the point where their knees were touching, "anywhere," the taller woman's seductive voice practically lulling Maggie off the seat.
Maggie needed a break from all the brunette's erotic posturing so she brought up the one thing that she could think of that would jolt the other lady out of this extremely sexual mode she was in, "Um, Bianca, would you...please tell me about the two women from the photos I saw earlier, I...I'm really curious about them?"
Just as the blonde suspected Bianca's mood did shift, however, it wasn't quite in the way the petite woman had thought it would be. The buxom woman didn't snap at her as she had done a while ago, she actually became very introspective and a bit self conscious, twirling a strand of hair around her finger and timidly placing it behind her right ear, "So, what do want to know?" She finished, her shoulders slumped and her head bowed.
The small framed blonde giving the taller woman a concerned gaze, timidly reaching out to touch the brunette's drooping shoulder; a mild sigh, "Bianca, I...I'm sorry, if you really don't want to talk abou-"
Maggie being cut off by the dark haired woman, "The blonde," she said, taking a second to collect her thoughts, lifting her head to see warm hazel eyes softly watching her, "in the photo; her name is Cami...Camille, and the other wo-" Bianca had to stop herself, the emotion in her throat palatable; finding her voice, "that's um, Roni, Veronica...West," the brunette stated in an almost whisper.
"So, Camille and Vero~ni~ca," the realization of who, Veronica is, seeping through the little woman's mind, "THE Veronica West, the fashion designer, tv host, author, etc...etc...?" Maggie's interest in Bianca's involvement with the two women piquing tremendously.
"Yeah and Cami's a model and actress. They were...are still, very special to me," the brunette stopped momentarily to reflect on her past, "and when we all were together, well, things would just get out of hand a lot of the time. We didn't know how to control ourselves; the alcohol, the sex, the wild parties and drugs ~ it was all so readily available and we ju-" Bianca couldn't continue with her rant, because she was so overcome with emotion at the recollection of the situation.
"Are you saying that you had a three-way relationship with Camille & Veronica?"
The brunette sniffing back a few tears before responding, "Um, well, yeah, I...yeah, we did," the taller woman stated reluctantly, in somewhat of a ramble.
The tiny blonde was blown away to say the least. Not quite sure what to say or do now. She just kind of looked at the brunette with concern and then asked... "well, were you in love, or just in like," scratching her right temple, "or in lust with them," the small woman queried still slightly shocked and curious, anticipating an honest answer from her intriguing hostess.
Bianca was caught of guard by the woman's directness, not quite sure why? Since this was the same little lady that came barging in her night club barking orders at her and her staff not much more than two hours ago. But, Bianca found herself wanting, somehow, needing, to tell her story to the sexy little woman just inches away from her; confess her sins, as it were. "Maggie, I..." pausing then letting out an agitated sigh, not agitated with Maggie but with herself at all the hurt, confusion and pain that was her life a few short years ago. "I was involved in a very," pausing shortly to find the most honest way to convey such a story, "unique and tumultuous relationship with two very different yet very special women in my life," breathing out a hard lung full of air, "for whom, one I was in love with and the other I was in serious like with and I was in extreme lust with both. And I know that this sounds crazy and..." taking a slow swig of her Sam Adams ale, "I don't know ~ might even disgust you, but I...I needed them both. The one woman I was hurt by and the other...I hurt, I hurt her so much in fact that ~ she..." the brunette clenching her lips sniffing hard trying to hold back a stream of unruly tears that had begun to fall, in fact she was so upset that she was unable to finish her sentence.
Maggie held Bianca's gaze for a second then gently placed her hand to rest on the brunette's hand that was currently holding onto her beer bottle as if her life depended on it. Maggie tenderly unclasping Bianca's fingers from the bottle and setting it on the island as she gingerly brought her arms up to the brunette's shoulders and resting them there. Giving her a warm smile then instinctively wrapping them around the taller woman's neck, leaning in some to comfort her. Bianca, instantly becoming lost in Maggie's embrace, relishing in the unexpected comfort she found there. Winding her arms around the compact woman's athletic frame and gently pulling her into herself a little more. The blonde was a bit hesitant at first to move any closer, but sensed that Bianca really needed the closeness of another human being; at that moment anyway. So she put aside any feelings of uncomfortableness she had at being so close to the doe eyed beauty. And being wedged between the curvaceous woman's legs; she held on even tighter for that was all the tiny dark blonde could do to keep herself from totally collapsing into brunette's charms.
And as Bianca held Maggie close smelling her hair, feeling the warmth of her body against her, she imagined what it would be like to make love to the shorter woman. Then the brunette let out an unintentional moan which made Maggie quickly pull away, staring into intense dark brown eyes as she flashed a sexy warm lop-sided grin. "Feeling better?" The editor asked with compassionately.
"Yes, I do. Thank you for..." gazing at the blonde knowingly, "the hug, it helped...a lot."
"No problem."
Bianca was still holding Maggie loosely around waist, glancing down at the oversized robe the smaller woman had on,"This thing is huge on you, you know that don't you?" Bianca said playfully, tugging at the soft belt of the robe.
Maggie laughed, her hands now situated comfortably on the club owner's thighs near her knees. "Yep. It is pretty big on me...so maybe I should take it off?" Maggie queried with a mischievous grin, waiting on the reaction of the brunette.
The dark haired beauty's eyes lit up, "Oh, let me help you with that little task," and just as Bianca started to reach for the knotted part of the belt...Maggie smacked Bianca's hand away.
"Uh ~ ah ah ah," wagging her index finger at the taller woman before saying, "that wasn't an invitation Ammie."
"You could of fooled me-" The taller woman being cut off by the little blonde excusing herself, pushing herself away from the other woman, then after a few minutes she emerged, and the brunette was very pleasantly surprised. "WOW! You look amazing! What made you decide to change?" Bianca queried.
"I just thought that maybe you'd like to see me in this instead of that big fluffy monster of a robe," Maggie said coyly as she tilted her head to the side for emphasis.
"You're such a tease," The brunette said with a smile.
"And you're quite the flirt," The blonde stated, matching the other woman's smile.
"Touche."
Gracing the brunette with that sexy smile, the tiny lady posed a question that's been plegging her for a while now, "Bianca, what's behind that locked door?"
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"Which door are you referring to, exactly?" The shapely woman inquired.
The woman taking the brunette's hand, a waft of electricity running through the two women. Acknowledging the intense connection by their eyes meeting and a small smile forming on both women's lips before the little blonde continued to lead the taller woman to the deep purple door with a heavy duty lock on it, just around the corner from the kitchen. Almost unnoticeable, situated snugly with in the brown accent wall.
"This one?" Maggie said excitedly, pointing to the door in question.
"Muhm, so, you tried to open it, did you?" Bianca questioning the woman.
"Uhm, I...I was, I thought it was another bathroom?" Maggie was proud of the lie she came up with but the brunette could see right through her.
"No. Try again," Bianca stated matter-of-fact.
"Okay, it's a really pretty door, except for the lock and I was curious as to what could be in a room with a purple door?" The little woman shrugged then smiled at the brunette coyly.
"Well, now you're being more honest. And I'd love to show what's behind door number one," Bianca said jokingly retrieving the key from the top of the crown moulding above the door.
"Dang, I didn't think to look there," the blonde jested.
"You wouldn't have been able to reach it anyway, lil' bit," the brunette quipped back.
"Haha, very funny Amazon, just open the door...please," the woman stated quickly, remembering her manners.
"Impatient little thing aren't you?"
"You're stalling...what's in there?"
"A room full of hot naked women ready to go native just as soon as we walk in," the statuesque woman perked out.
"Not funny, Tarzana."
"Not intended to be, Jane."
"Open ~ the ~ door ~ NOW! Pleeasse."
Bianca laughed, giving the diminutive woman her all encompassing smile, "Okay, okay, don't blow a gasket," thinking a wicked thought, then just blurting it out, "save that for me," the brunette's smile widened as she gave the other woman a penetrative gaze.
"Huh?" The tiny blonde asked, knowing full well what the dark haired woman was talking about.
"Nevermind," Bianca said as she opened the door to the chilly dark room.
The shorter woman walking in and looking for a light switch, "Where's the switch to turn on the light...oh I se-"
"NO! Don't! Bianca shouted, jarring the blonde a little. Realizing that she scared the woman she explained herself, "I'm sorry Maggie, it's my dark room and there's a safe light; which is special softer light I use when I'm in here working. And I just didn't want you turn on the overhead light and cause any over exposure to the photographs before they are fully developed. Because sometimes I leave film out on the light table over there," pointing to a small table over in the corner," it's smaller than the one that's practically right in front of them which is currently housing four plastic bins with liquid in them, "that I know I'm going to be working on later," The brunette completed her sentence then closed the door behind them.
Maggie studied the brunette's features for a minute, noticing the twinge of excitement that made her eyes twinkle as she talked about her "hobby". The tanned lady then spoke up, "Gotcha." As her eyes traveled around the softly lit room with black & white photographs of beautiful women in different poses and varying stages of undress, hanging all around the room. "You do have a bunch of naked and near naked women in here," the blonde said smiling at all the goodies within her eyeshot.
"I'm glad you approve," Bianca stated sensuously her smile turning naughty, "Um Maggie, do you wanna pose for me?"
"Let me think about it-uhm, NO."
"Party pooper."
"But why don't you show me how you develop the film and the images, or whatever?"
I Want You and I Want You
The Right Way, Girl I Want You
and I Want You To Want Me Too,
Just Like I Want You...
I WANT YOU...MARVIN GAYE
Bianca walked closer to the shorter woman, reaching around her and picking up the stainless steel tin from the sink counter, she began to give the very interested blonde a crash course in how to develop 35mm camera film. Once she finished with that bit of information she then gently pushed the woman over to the photo imaging table with her extremely curvaceous body; her soft pillowy beast leaning into the smaller woman's upper back, causing an almost electric shock wave to funnel through the tiny tanned woman.
"Well, since we've developed and exposed the film the way we want it's now time to develop the image. We'll start here," Bianca said standing about a foot behind Maggie as she begun to explain the procedure to her, "so, you see this is how you...ah," the dark haired seductress suddenly stopping and easing her way closer to Maggie, began to tenderly wrap her arms around the diminutive blonde as she transfered the photograph from the developer, "begin the process, by getting the image to evolve into...well, an image, by moving the photo in this," bringing her head down so close to the other woman's face that they were almost touching. Then in a soft purring voice she continued, "adulating motion," sliding the image back and forth in the developer continuing on to the stop bath," gently maneuvering her arm so that she was rubbing against the editor, "on to the fixer, then we'll need to wash it off water under some running water about 5 to 10 minutes, making sure there isn't any residual chemicals," the taller woman's breath was an intriguing mix of corned beef, beer and lemon from those delicious lemon cookies they had had a generous portion of earlier. All those very different scents were gingerly tickling and teasing the little blonde's nose and mouth. Add to that her very sexy perfume, it's no wonder that Maggie was so overcome by Bianca's sensuality that she could hardly breathe, much less actually hear what the brunette was saying. So, in order to re-capture her wits about her; she tried grabbing hold of the table but instead she accidentally gripped the corner of one of the liquid filled bins, she wasn't sure which, "Oh shit!" the blonde squealed, as the possibly acidic moisture splattered on her's and Bianca's right hands and forearms.
"Baby, don't worry about it, it was just the water bath, okay, not the developer," her expressive brown orbs lingering in the little woman's concerned hazel ones, now gesturing with her head then saying, "we'll just go over to the sink and wash it off," the taller woman said with an assuring smile.
'Did she just call me baby?' Maggie thought to herself, allowing the other woman to place her hand and part of her arm under the heated liquid that flowed diligently from the faucet. Antibacterial soap sensually massaged onto the smaller woman's hand and forearm, 'who knew a common household hand cleaner could be so erotic,' Maggie thought to herself, all this time Bianca was standing directly behind the blonde; so close in fact that she had practically become Maggie's shadow. Her lofty bosom pressing into the smaller lady's shoulder blades, which made Maggie weak-kneed, a lewd sigh escaping her lips at the taller woman's body being so near to hers. Maggie wanted nothing more at that moment than to be taken by Bianca, consumed mind, body and soul by this passionate sensual woman that was making her entire being hum with longing.
Unfortunately the tiny blonde wasn't able to find her voice at this time. So the current activity continued, then after washing her own limb, the brunette turned the tap off and grabbed a couple of paper towels and gingerly patted the wetness from Maggie's hand and arm then wiped her own digits and arm dry. No words were spoken during this entire period which gave the experience a very surreal feeling. One that both woman felt a very strange and intriguing calm about.
The brunette's burning gaze caught the tiny blonde of guard. So much so that Maggie could barely breath, the intensity of that stare was stealing every ounce of resolve she had. Bianca still had the other woman's hand in her own, not taking her eyes off of Maggie Bianca began to caress the back of the little woman's hand with her thumb, causing Maggie's breathing to quicken, her gaze raw and inviting to the brunette, "Maggie, I want you," the part-time photographer husked out. Suddenly the brunette did what she'd been wanting to do for the last two hours; she leaned into the smaller woman and kissed her, gently at first then grabbing her by the arms and pushing her into the sink, an "Ouf" escaping the shorter lady's lips that were now sliding more viscerally across the brunette's, in a very aggressive manner. The dark haired beauty then picked up the little editor and sat her on the sink counter, the cool aluminum sending a jolting sensation through her small shapely frame. "Ahh," a faint seductive lull whisp out of the blonde's mouth as she gazed effortlessly at the taller woman, her chocolate locks curling slightly at the ends due to a dose of perspiration.
"What?" The brunette asked directly, her voice dry and husky due to a hungered sense of anticipation at finally having her way with the sexy little blonde. "The counter...it's cold," the editor speaking in a soft sensuous manner to the busty woman, Bianca looking down into Maggie's lap, spotting the problem, or non problem at least in her mind. Maggie's nightie had hiked up exposing her behind as well as her, uhm, american pie; which the taller lady found rather appetizing. The smaller woman glancing down to see what it is that had the chocolate eyed woman so entranced, and seeing what it was, she quickly pulled her gown down over her exposed area. As she held the garment over herself, her fist covering her most private part. The brunette began to gently stroke the blonde's fist with her fingernails which caused the tiny lady to shudder and open her legs slightly, a passionate sigh calling out to the taller woman, and in that moment, the owner of the erotic cry involuntary whispers, "Take me."
tbc...3A coming soon?