Chapter 23 – You want crazy?
Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 – 23:40 pm
Bo's Hotel Room #215, The Horseguards, London
As soon as Lauren entered Bo's room, she smiled. Bo was dancing to an eighty's music channel on the TV and grinning at her. An empty bottle of wine on the counter was probably the cause, but still, she was excited to see her.
"I have bought you something," Bo held up a box.
Lauren stepped forward and took it from her, "Thank you, Bo. You didn't need to." Carefully she untied the ribbon and opened her present. Her disappointment she shielded behind a smile. Inside was an enormous strap-on, "Ohh, wow."
"I want you to wear it tonight." Bo dropped her kimono, revealing red, lacy panties and a matching bra. "On me, I have a scene with Tamsin soon, and I want it to look authentic."
Lauren closed the lid. She had worn one before but wasn't expecting to wear one tonight. "I'll put it on in a bit. I thought tonight we could talk for a bit first?"
"I don't want to talk," Bo turned to the glass table and snorted a line of cocaine. "Strap on or leave."
Realising there was no point to pursue the discussion and not wanting to be outdone, Lauren took the straw from Bo's hand, leaned purposely slow between her body, and took the next line. "Fine, if you want crazy, I'm in."
Lauren spun around, grabbed the box, and walked through the master bedroom to the en-suite bathroom. Leaving Bo stunned in her wake.
Opening the bathroom door a few minutes later, Lauren stepped out in her underwear, the strap-on in her hand. Her breath was instantly taken the moment she saw Bo lying on the large wooden four-poster bed. A bed that was literally mounted on its own platform in the middle of the room. A giant bed, that she suspected was either a super king-size or family bed if not bigger. It would take her at least ten turns to fall out the other side. Lauren climbed up to an eagerly awaiting Bo. It wasn't long before they were both writhing around with the effects of the drug already in full swing.
Lauren straddled Bo's lap, "I thought I would pre-heat the oven first. Don't want to dive right in 'cause the bit that goes inside me is huge, let alone what goes inside you."
"I've never used one or had one used on me before, so I thought we could practice."
"erm, in that case, I am not sure that is the right thing to use for a beginner."
"I can take it," Bo lied. It was an impulse buy. She wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible in case she was recognised.
"In that case, let's get these ovens hot and practice all night. And then when we are spent, we can reverse roles, and you can fuck me."
Bo's eyes widened with a blue flash, with waves of pleasure direct to her core, "You've always had a way with words that makes my body react, even when I don't want it to."
Lauren moved her legs. One under Bo's leg and the other over it, so that she was side straddling her allowing access to gyrate herself into her sex. She loved how easily their bodies fit together, like perfect pieces of a puzzle. Lauren bent down and licked the length of Bo's neck before sucking and kissing her sensitive spot just above her collarbone. Lauren smiled, her plan working as she saw Bo's eyes flicker blue again. Lauren remembered how wild it had made Bo back in France on their first night together, her little freckle marking the spot. Lauren applied more pressure to her kisses and felt as Bo squirmed under her.
Bo pushed Lauren back and yanked down her own bra. Picking her breast up into her hand and grabbing a fist full of Lauren's hair lighting pulling her to her exposed breast, "Lick it."
Lauren obliged, taking Bo's hardened nipple and sucking and licking the nip.
Bo unclasped Laurens' bra while she was expertly caressing her nipple with her tongue. Moving her breast to Laurens', rubbing them together. The slick nipples were feeling so good, causing them to get wetter as their centres throbbed shamelessly together. Soon all the underwear was discarded, and Bo had flipped positions so now she was on top.
Flesh to flesh. Moving as one, a fine line of sweat glistened over their combined bodies. Bo kissed Laurens' neck and jawline. Lauren tried to move to align their lips, but Bo moved away, preventing it.
Bo lifted Laurens' bum, talking hold with both hands, drawing her nearer and grounding harder, rotating faster against her. Fast then slow, as clits bumped with every swirl of their hips. Skin glistened with droplets of sweat as their breathing got heavier. She didn't scissor often, but this felt natural, and she wanted to feel Laurens' clit on her own.
Lauren was close to her release, which in turn made Bo moan. Feeling Bo's clit on her own was a new sensation, and Lauren loved it. Like everything else that was to do with Bo. Every inch of her, she knew.
"Oh my god, I'm going to cum." Lauren panted. The feel of her lover's slick juices on her was such a turn on.
Bo reacted to Lauren admissions by grinding harder into her. Laurens' leg was in the air, and Bo fucked faster into her, feeling as her leg started to shake but she didn't ease up. It was as Bo had two hearts, one in her chest that was literally beating so fast for Lauren and one that was pounding in her clit, wanting so desperately to make them both cum.
Lauren screamed out as her orgasm hit her, their hips continuing to rotate, and Bo still not easing up. The drugs pulsed through her body, keeping her going. Gyrating and grinding, both feeling how wet they were.
Bo couldn't hold on anymore, as she felt her walls tighten as hot cum shot out of her and on Lauren. As she was moving up, Lauren was moving down, and her orgasm kept riding her over and over again. She couldn't stop if she wanted as Lauren's hips danced with hers, keeping their rhythm.
"Lauren. I." Bo's voice was hoarse; she had never experienced an orgasm like it; it was never-ending.
Lauren screamed on hearing Bo's pleas. She experienced a second orgasm, then a third, and a fourth. The grinding, not stopping, Bo letting go of her own multi-release of powerful orgasms. They were hot and fast until Lauren sat up and held Bo in place as they had their final earthmoving shudder. Ending their climax. Never before had they been so wet. Not only from their own orgasms but that of each other's that were pooled, literally, between their legs.
Slowly Bo eased off and fell face down on the bed beside Lauren, who had already collapsed into the soft plush mattress. They were upside down with feet on the pillows, but neither cared as Lauren pulled a throw from the floor and laid it over them. She placed her head on Bo's sweat dripped back, exhausted, with huge, satisfied grins on their faces.
It was a few minutes before either could speak. They just lay there, listening to the rise and fall of each other's breathing which soon matched their rhythm.
"Lauren. Again. You. Were. Amazing." Bo stood, wrapping her kimono around her and drank from her wine glass. She had a thirst like no other and desperately needed to pee. She had literally never been as wet as she was right now, and her whole body felt alive.
"I need to use the bathroom, then you can use it after. Some privacy to freshen and get dressed." Bo pointed to the dildo.
Lauren sat up, pulling the covers over her, "please, Bo, we need to talk."
"That is not the deal. This is not a relationship. We don't talk, kiss or braid each other's hair." Bo tightened her robe. Her earlier feelings of euphoria were being replaced with those of irritation.
"Our deal?" Lauren stood. "I won't just be your whore Bo, signing contracts and being treated like one of your escorts."
"Maybe we should end this arrangement," Bo said defiantly, "I'm leaving the UK in two months."
"I have done everything you've asked," Lauren raised her eyebrow, "And I do mean everything. And you're dumping me?"
"Ha," Bo's mouth gaped open, "Are you serious? You dumped me five years ago in that Police Station."
It was Laurens' time to get annoyed. "Didn't take long to get over me and with Tamsin, though. What a matter of one whole day, after you finished fucking Evony in her office first."
"Get out, Lauren," Bo's screamed at her, fist clenched. If Lauren didn't leave soon, she knew she would really lose it. "I knew I couldn't trust you. You spied on me?" Bo walked to the intercom and called for her guards to remove Lauren from the room.
"Bo, please, I – I - I." Lauren hastily ran to gather her clothes, "Let me explain."
"No, Lauren, I don't want to hear it." Bo left the door open and walked away, "This was a big mistake. I should have never agreed to this. Don't contact me again, and I won't contact you."
One of Bo's security guards appeared at the door. "Please see that Miss Lewis leaves the hotel."
Lauren dressed in record time and held onto her boots and bag.
"Bo, please stop." Lauren saw a glimmer of hope as Bo stood still, "I hurt you, and I'm sorry, but please let me make it up to you. Can we start afresh? A new start, as friends first, get to know each other again and-"
Bo turned to face her, fist clenched, blood pumping, "Friends? Are you serious? I don't want you as a friend. I have friends, and I'm surrounded by millions of people who love me."
"No, the only thing next to you in this fucking circus of yours is your shadow." Lauren instantly regretted what she had said as she saw the hurt in Bo's eyes.
"Then why do you want to be a part of it? This won't be easy." Bo stood in front of Lauren and motioned her finger between them, "But I can tell you what will be, and that is for you to walk away. That's easy, and you've done it before."
Bo darted to the bathroom, shouting back over her shoulder, "Get out, I never want to see you again. It's over."
Lauren was banging hard against the door seconds later. Bo could hear noises. The security had arrived and was trying to remove her. Bo sat on the toilet lid, head in her hands, wishing things were different. Lauren was resistant., fighting hard to stay, the banging on the door and the cries to hear her out was almost deafening.
"No, Bo. You don't mean that, and do you know why." Lauren continued to scream and bang at the door. Four security men were pulling at her, attempting to drag her from the room. "Because we happened in less than three weeks. Because we had something, and we still have something Five. Years. Later. Yes, I fucked up, but you need to listen to me. And you will because every part of you wants to know the truth. It's not a coincidence that our paths keep crossing."
Lauren was thrown from the room but held open the door as the security pushed it back on the other side, "We will meet again, Bo. And one day you'll listen to me."
The door slammed. Bo exited the bathroom and stood in the middle of the room, her hand over her mouth. Lauren was right, every part of her wanted to run to her, but something held her back, her pride, her fear.
Lauren put on her boots in the corridor and reluctantly left. She had tried, but it had ended in a fight, and for the time being, she had to walk away. Again.
Saturday, March 10th, 2018 – 22:30 pm
Croydon, Greater London
"Come on, sis, it's Saturday night. You've had a rough time. Let's go out." Vex was all dressed up and banging on her door. She had been quiet since she had returned from seeing Bo a week ago.
Lauren yanked open her door, "I'm not in the mood Vex, you go. I have a meeting Monday, and there is still so much to do."
"Bollocks, you've been mardy since last Sunday night." Vex passed Lauren a bottle of beer, "So tell me what's up ya cracker. After, come on the tiles and get pissed with me."
Lauren knew he wouldn't give up and took the beer, "She's called us off. We had a fight, and she said she no longer wants to see me."
Vex inhaled, "I kinda gathered that. You need to stop the fucking sis. She needs answers, she needs to heal, and a real connection to you. She is just trying to get back at you at the same time she clearly wants you. Talk to her. Be honest, and if she still tells you to fuck off, at least you can genuinely say you tried."
"Well, she's not returning my texts or calls."
"Maybe, and don't bite my 'ead off, but a hiatus is for the best, for the time being anyway." Vex squeezed Lauren's hand, "She was hate fucking you anyway."
"What's that?"
"Hate-fucking? Don't you watch any TV? Orange is the new black? Piper and Alex?" Vex shook his head, "It's when you have sex with someone you once loved, but then they hurt you, so you now hate them but still enjoy the sex. But without any love, it's simply Hate-Fucking someone."
Lauren shrugged. "I don't care."
"Well, you should. You're a good person and don't deserve to be hate-fucked." Vex took her hand, "Now come out for a few bevvies."
Lauren rolled her eyes, "Fine, but I can't be arsed to go out, out. Just stay local, so I can stay casual."
"Jeans and leather jacket again, is it?" Vex spun on his six-inch heels and slut-dropped to the floor, "It wouldn't kill you to show off your legs once in a while. All you wear are you polyblend trouser suits and that timely capsule wardrobe consisting only of leather, and not the good kind."
Lauren laughed at his joke and his impromptu dance in their lounge.
Within an hour, they were drinking shots in their local. Lauren was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and relaxed. They had met with a few of their friends and were all merry drunk, and Lauren decided, against her better judgement, to go with them into the city. A new bar under the arches was having its opening night. Social media was full of promotions offering a complimentary bottle of Vodka to tables of groups over six. She needed to go to make up the numbers.
On the train, Vex pulled Lauren into a bear hug, "Hey, look at these tweets banging on about this club. Tonight will be epic."
"Hey, Vex, scroll back up," Lauren pointed at his phone, a tweet immediately attracting her attention. It was posted by Bo. Vex found it and read it aloud, 'My night out in #London with this beauty RealTamsin.'
"What the fuck," Lauren pushed the phone screen away from her, "Why are you following Bo anyway? Traitor."
"Don't worry; she's not in Vauxhall," Vex replied, reading the rest of the tweets on his phone. "It looks like she is on a bender again. I read that her Play is in consultation about replacing her with the understudy as she is unreliable. Or if she does turn up, is high."
"Fuck," Lauren slumped in her chair, "Pass me that bottle. I need to get drunk."
"Now that I can do," He handed her the toffee vodka, and she gulped down the sickly liquid