This story is a lot more graphic than my others so if you enjoy lighthearted stories don't read. If you've read my other stories you should know that I rarely follow storylines and this is no exception. Quality feedback (which means more than just a great story, update soon) really appreciated.

Chapter One

San Francisco, California

Club Azure…

The petite brunette walked confidently onstage and waited for the music to start. Her dark brown hair lay loose and curly on her shoulders and her slender frame was encased in a bright red off the shoulder peasant style blouse and a flaming orange skirt that fell to her ankles but showed a hint of her shapely legs with every step she took. Gold hoops winked from her ears and the three delicate bangle bracelets that dangled from her slender wrist gave her the appearance of an exotic gypsy. Her dark sultry eyes teased every man in the crowd and promised untold delights and her full mouth was curved in a wicked smile that told the men that she would enjoy fulfilling those promises. The crowd watched her with mesmerized eyes for she was as bright and alluring as the sun in the sky, despite the fact that a thin demi-mask covered half of her face.

Smiling at the audience that waited with bated breath for her to begin her performance she closed her eyes and let the music touch her soul. Slowly, letting the sensuality that was trapped in her heart shake loose, she began to dance, her slender arms following the sensuous and intricate movement of her hips. Her unhurried movements were both delicate and sensual and she teased the audience with glimpses of her honey-toned skin before she leisurely removed the peasant style blouse and the sarong style skirt she wore. Oblivious to the catcalls and whistles of the appreciative males in the crowd she continued her rhythmic dance, lost in memories of the past.

"I love you baby, I love you so much," the tall fair haired man whispered in her ear as he captured her mouth with his own. The brunette's only reply was the breathy little moan she let out as her lover began to suckle her lush breasts and the breath caught in her throat when he parted her slim thighs and began to tease and stroke her wet warmth with his nimble tongue.

"Oh Resa, you're so wet, so warm for me, I want you so much," he cried, laughing delightedly when she fell apart in his arms but before she could recover he had settled his warm body against hers and had begun to make love to her in earnest. Resa's soft hands stroked his back as he slid in and out of her satiny sheath and when she could take no more she let out a broken cry and begged him to finish what he had started. With a savage curse, the blond man lifted his head and pressing a hard kiss on her soft mouth he thrust inside her in one smooth stroke and led them both over the edge.

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"How could you do this to me? I trusted both of you. God you make me sick," Resa yelled furiously at the couple that lay intertwined in each other's arms in the king size bed that she'd shared with her lover scant hours before.

"Sweetie, we're sorry, so sorry. Neither of us wanted you to find out this way," the young woman with the wild mop of curly hair and coffee colored skin murmured in a regretful tone.

"Oh and when were you planning on informing me that you were fucking my boyfriend, you deceitful bitch?" the petite brunette replied silkily and the other woman flushed.

"This isn't what it looks like I swear. I was sleeping and when she climbed in beside me I thought she was you and by the time I realized she wasn't you had already walked in," the fair haired man replied desperate to make her believe his side of the story.

"Oh that's rich, what kind of fool do you take me for?" Resa replied scathingly.

"It's the truth babe. Do you really believe that I could make love to you so sweetly and then climb in bed with your best friend? She means nothing to me, absolutely nothing. You're the one I love," he replied, pleading with her to understand that he'd been tricked.

"Fox, why are you lying to her? You admitted to me that I was your mystery woman and that it was me you really loved so how can you stand there and pretend that what happened between us was nothing but a misunderstanding?" Whitney cooed walking over to him and raking a possessive hand through his hair.

She felt her heart tear in two as the truth of her former best friend's words sank in. She'd always known that her lover had loved another woman but to know that it was her best friend he'd lusted after all this time was tearing her to pieces.

"I can explain," he began but she'd seen and heard enough.

"Don't touch me, don't ever touch me again. To think that I thought you were different, that I trusted you when you've been using me all this time. God," she whispered making no effort to hide her pain and disillusion.

"I hope he's worth throwing away twenty three years of friendship for," Resa told her friend before walking away.

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The tears had nearly blinded her as she made her way home and she'd almost reached the safety of her house when a pair of strong arms had grabbed her from behind and knocked her against the hard ground. She'd fought; oh how she'd fought the hands that had ripped her clothes and forcibly abused her but she'd been no match for his strength.

When she'd realized that fighting was futile she'd closed her eyes and prayed that he would be swift. She'd open one blackened eye when she felt his body go limp above her and a terrified whimper had escaped her lips when she'd recognized her abuser. His fine hewn features, bright blue eyes, and tawny hair would be engraved in her memory forever and she'd known from the second he'd opened his eyes and recognized her that her life would be in great peril if she opened her mouth and made an accusation against him. Left with no other option she'd run home packed her things and left Harmony that very night.

The woman continued her seductive dance, her body's movements elegant and graceful even when she stood before her audience clothed only in the white thong that revealed more than it covered. Her high, pert breasts were smooth and tempting; her berry colored nipples erect, and her satiny skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat. The perfection of her body held everyone in the audience enthralled and when the petite brunette known only as "La Fiera" finished her dance and walked offstage there was not a man in the audience who wouldn't dream of her that night.