"Our Little Arrangement", part 3
by the green baron
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Two and a half years later:
Anna looked back in fear at the looming authority figure closing in on her. The chase had started almost an hour before in her backyard that had escalated into a high-speed chase down the freeway that was finally coming to its bitter conclusion among the mesas and red clay of the Arizona desert.
Shit, knew I should have got gas earlier, Anna thought as she ran towards the afternoon sun, her pursuer only a few feet behind.
"You can't run forever Anna. It's time to surrender!"
"Never!"
"How long did you think you could keep something like this hidden?"
"Obviously longer than this," Anna cried out to the woman in the dark suit that was getting closer with each second.
"Just give up, and accept what's coming to you, you know what you did was wrong."
Anna shot the finger behind her back as she leaped onto the rock face attempting to pull herself up the rock face. Unfortunately, as she started to ascend the sandstone cliffside, a hand caught her ankle and pulled her back down.
"Noooo!" the eighteen-year-old redhead shouted as she was pinned to the ground by the older woman, who was by then sitting on her waist, holding the teenager's arms down.
"Dammit Anna, you lied to me and said that you went last week, and when I find out the truth, you make me chase you all the way out into the damn dessert... over something so frivolous."
"But I don't want to go to the dentist," The girl replied in a childish pout.
Elsa yelled in frustration before pulling Anna to her feet. The blonde woman held the girl with one arm as she dusted red sand off of her clothes. "You realize that my entire day is now shot. I have to reschedule your dentist appointment for tomorrow, which I will be taking you to by the way. I have to drive to a gas station and get gas for your car; It has a fuel injection system so running it out of gas can damage it. I have to take this suit to the dry cleaner. and I have to do all of this before my dinner meeting with the Walmart rep at eight."
Anna held her head down in shame as Elsa took a seat on a flat rock. "I'm sorry, but the dentist is scary."
The twenty-one-year-old blonde shook her head. "it's only a cheek up, but when we get there tomorrow I will ask them if can hold your hand during the procedure."
The redhead leaned in and gave her exasperated girlfriend a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too Anna, now pull down your pants."
"Elsa!" The girl shouted as she jumped back instinctively holding her butt.
"You know you have this coming."
"But... I'm an adult now."
"Act like an adult, and I will treat as one. Now pull your pants down, and be grateful that I'm not using the belt. Oh, and if I have to have your fuel pump replaced, that belt will be a fond memory when I'm done." Elsa said as she produced a hairbrush from seemingly nowhere.
The teenager continued to fidget. "Please, I'll be good."
Elsa raised an eyebrow. "You know not to make me say it a third time."
Anna whimpered as she lowered her pants and panties to her ankles. "Come on Elsa, you cant just spank me in the middle of the desert."
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't." The blonde smacked the brush into her palm.
"Umm…"
"Thought so," Elsa said as she pulled the errant girl across her lap.
Elsa tapped the brush against Anna's bottom. "Elsa wait!"
"You're not getting out of this. You made me chase you halfway to the California border, for Christ's sake!"
Shit Anna thinks! … Ha! ... That's it!
"My car!"
"What about your car?"
"I won't be able to drive it back if I cant sit down. You would have to drive us home while I lie on my tummy in the back seat and then you'll have to take a cab back out here to drive my car back yourself, and you said that you were really busy. You don't want to miss that meeting with the Walmart rep, after all."
Goddammit, she has a point! The older blonde thought as she sighed and let Anna back up.
"We aren't done with this Anna, you will be sleeping on your tummy tonight."
We'll see Anna thought as she sat down in Elsa's lap and put her arm around the woman's neck while kissing her on the cheek.
"Well, you could do that. Or maybe I can make it up to you a different way," The slender girl said as she slipped her hand inside the blonde's shirt to gently squeeze her breast.
Elsa inhaled through her nose. "You won't seduce your way out of this little lady."
"Really? What if I do this?" Anna lifted up her T-shirt and bra and rubbed a nipple against her lover's lips.
The taller woman grabbed the redhead and started suckling her pert, B cup breast.
Anna moaned for a moment and then let out a cry as Elsa's hand went between her legs. It took a lot of will power for the girl to stand up, but she still managed to do so.
"Let's get out of here, so you can make your meeting on time, and when you get home, I'll be your extra good girl."
"When I get home you'll be getting your butt warmed up, for being such a little brat."
Anna kissed Elsa again, knowing that by that evening Elsa wouldn't still be mad. "We'll see."
As the pair drove away in Elsa's car, an elderly Native American woman stepped out from behind a large sandstone boulder and tapped a large staff on the ground as a bolt of lightning flashed in the air.
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"Well Miss Arendelle, you do have a wonderful facility here. Your equipment is all new and state of the art and this ice cream is delicious, what did you say the flavor was again?" A man in his early forties asked as Elsa shut the door to her office once he stepped through the threshold.
"Anna's Delight, our strawberry mixture."
The man glanced at the ice cream bar's wrapper, reading the words 'Frozen Love" written in a stylistic cursive, with 'Anna's Delight' in a smaller manuscript font next to a cartoon girl with red twin braids.
"Wendy's might take issue with this."
"I anticipated that. Anna's Delight is inspired by my ward, Anna. I actually sent a picture of her to Dave Thomas himself. He called me personally to say it wouldn't be an issue."
"Well that's certainly proactive on your part, but I must be honest with you, there are dozens of small operations like yours that are looking for national supplier agreements, and they have very tasty ice cream as well. Unfortunately, we're only looking to fill one slot this year."
"I realize that, though not to sound crass, the majority of those other manufactures are floating on SBA loans and second mortgages, I can keep product coming in at cost for an entire fiscal year if need be."
The executive gave the platinum blonde's chest a leering glance. "Well, that definitely puts you in the top three."
Elsa gave her hips a little shake (having taken notice of his stolen glance) as she walked over to her desk and withdrew a couple of high ball glasses along with a bottle of fine scotch. She filled each halfway before offering one to the executive. "Well as you said earlier, I'm the proactive type. What does it take to make number one?" She asked as she leaned back against her desktop, allowing her jacket to slide off of her left breast, slowly sipping the whiskey in her hand.
The man stepped forward and took her left breast into his palm. "Just how proactive are you?"
Elsa took the glass from his other hand and set it aside before placing it on her other breast. "If you were to select Frozen Love, would you be in Phoenix often?"
"Once per quarter at least."
The woman decided it was time to drop the demure act and placed her arms around his waist, giving him a kiss on the neck and whispered into his ear. "Put your dick in me and find out if that's something you would want to do every quarter… at least."
The executive grabbed her by the waist and lifted the young woman onto her desk. Elsa quickly opened her blouse as the man had her skirt up around her waist, and panties discarded to the floor. He grabbed her exposed breast in one hand while guiding his erection into her twenty-one-year-old slit with the other. Elsa hugged her knees to her chest, as the man pounded away at full force.
"Goddamn, you're tighter than my wife… and my stepdaughter."
The woman giggled as she faked a moan. "It's so big."
just don't shoot it in my face like the guy from K-mart did.
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Elsa opened her front door with one hand, holding her heels and jacket in the other. The blonde smiled when she saw Anna standing in the middle of the living room completely nude, save for a green ribbon wrapped into a bow around her waist and an olive garnished cocktail on a tray.
"What's this?"
"Well, I thought, if you got the Walmart account you would want to celebrate, and if you didn't, then you would need some cheering up."
Elsa took the martini in hand and kissed Anna on the cheek. "That's very thoughtful of you darling."
The tired blonde sat down on the couch and sipped the drink in her hand. "Well, good news. Were going to be in every Walmart in the country in six months."
Anna sat down next to her and placed her head in the blonde's lap. "So at the same time, we debut in K-mart?"
"On the same day, and if you can believe it, that's also going to be the same day as our Costco release."
That rep was a total weirdo, never gave a foot job before.
"So the whole country is going to get to try our ice cream at once?"
"Well... it will be on the shelves."
Anna sat up beaming with inspiration. "We should make a TV commercial."
Elsa kissed her on the cheek. "That's a brilliant idea. I'll contact an agency tomorrow."
"And I can star in it."
"Hmm… I don't know."
"Come on Elsa, this could be my big break. A star is born." Anna held her hand out and knocked her head back, allowing her braids to swing around.
"Well maybe, alright, you have finals a month from now, so if you pass, and can stay out of trouble between then and now, I'll let you star in the commercial."
Anna clapped her hands. "Yea!"
"I mean it, Anna. I don't want to get a call saying that you started a food fight, or drew a penis on the chalkboard. Best behavior, not even a tardy slip."
"Cross my heart. I'll be the best student there. I'll even bake muffins for my whole class."
Elsa laughed as she kissed the girl on the forehead. "Very well then, but for now we should pick up where we left off this afternoon."
The redhead crawled into the blonde's lap and purred. "You mean the part where you were sucking on my titties?"
Elsa pulled her in tight and smiled as she again produced a hairbrush from seemingly nowhere. "No, the part where I was going to beat your butt for making me chase you out into the desert."
"EEEEK!"
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Anna stood in the middle of Principal Gaston's office holding her hands clasped together. "Please, Come on Principal Gaston, you can't call Elsa. Besides I'm eighteen, technically she's not my guardian anymore.
"It's still a school policy. If you weren't about to graduate, you would be looking at an expulsion, but there is no way in hell you're coming back next year. The faculty would go on strike, and I don't think I could hold it against them." Gaston was actually lying, he didn't have to call Elsa, but the woman had paid him a nice retainer to contact her for any behavioral instance though.
"I didn't even do anything that serious. I even brought muffins for the whole class."
"That you used to start a food fight. And when the teacher walked in and asked what you were doing you gave him the finger and drew a penis on the chalkboard… oh and you were late for every single class today."
"Come on can't we do something else?"
"Very well then, pull down your pants."
Anna let out an exaggerated huff as she dropped her pants and panties before placing her palms on the man's desk. "How many?"
"How many what?"
"Ungh! How many whacks on the ass are you going to give me.?"
Gaston laughed as he walked from around his desk to stand behind Anna. "Oh, I'm not going to paddle you. You are eighteen after all, but you can stay in that position."
The teenager's eyes widened as she heard the shuffling sound of the principal pulling his own pants.
Well, Punzie did say he had a big one. Guess I'm gonna find out. She thought as she felt a wet finger separate her cleft.
"Let's get you nice and lubed up," Gaston said as he spits on his fingers and probed Anna's slit once again.
Creep
"Oh, I am gonna enjoy your little bad girl pussy," the principal muttered as she placed the head of his cock at the girl's entrance.
Bad girl pussy?... Cornball creep.
Gaston entered with a solid thrust
OK, he does have a big one. Anna thought as she let out a yelp.
The principal reached forward and lifted her shirt and bra up, allowing Anna's breast to sway back and forth in rhythm with his thrusting.
"How's that dick feel, bad girl?"
Anna rolled her eyes. "Well, it's a dick."
"Yeah, and you're getting all of it," Gaston said as he drew back and slapped her across the ass.
"What a lucky girl I am," She said while thinking, Well, it's still better than getting a sore butt from Elsa and not being able to do the commercial.
The principal pounded away and continued to smack Anna's bottom periodically. "Goddamn, it's like fucking a warm stick of butter."
"You stick it in butter often?" Anna replied with a giggle.
This was answered with a firm smack. "That smart ass mouth is why you're in here, to begin with."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Sorry sir, I'll be good."
"No you won't, you're a bad girl, and that's why that bad girl pussy is getting pounded."
CORNBALL!
Gaston pulled out and told her, "get on your knees."
Anna obeyed and closed her eyes in anticipation of the administrator's next move. Gaston held her head steady as he did as Anna had predicted, and released a thick rope directly in her face.
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Two months later
"And action!" A man sitting in a director's chair wearing a purple beret along with a matching long purple scarf shouted as another man screamed, "Take twelve!" before a clapboard filled the air with a loud snap.
Anna stood in front of a giant container of 'Frozen Love' ice cream holding up a spoon while wearing a Catholic school girl's uniform. "You better go get your own, this one is mine!" the redhead gave a seductive lick of her lips after saying that.
"Cut!"
The director slapped his forehead. "No! What was that?!"
Anna pouted. "You said to flirt with the camera."
"Flirt! you daft girl, not proposition it. This isn't going on Cinemax, you stupid little strumpet!"
Before Anna could retort, A enraged Elsa was marching towards him. "Get the hell out of here! Your fired."
The director gave the young blonde woman a sneering look. "And you are?"
"The fucking owner of Frozen Love ice cream. Now get out!"
"How dare you! I directed an episode of Punky Brewster!" The director shouted
Elsa lowered her gaze into a cold glare while crossing her arms. "What, did the people from Silver Spoons not call you back?"
The director gave a huff as he slung his scarf across his shoulder and shouted, "Amateurs! All of you!" as he stormed out mumbling about Silver Spoons being an overrated show.
The executive producer ran over to the aggravated blonde. "I am so sorry, ma'am."
Elsa raised an eyebrow, "You said this guy graduated from the New York Film Academy."
"Yes ma'am, that was a misunderstanding on the agency's end. He actually dropped out of the New Mexico Film Academy. We can get a competent replacement by tomorrow morning."
"Very well then," Elsa said with a shake of her head before walking over to Anna.
The crew began to wrap up for the day as Elsa gave the frowning redhead a hug.
"I'm sorry Elsa."
"No, you didn't do anything wrong sweetheart. That fraud is gone and he won't be back."
"Do I still get to be in the commercial?"
"Of course you do. You were such a good girl. You didn't get in trouble for almost two months straight and graduated in the top half of your class, I couldn't be prouder." The older blonde took Anna by the hand and walked towards the dressing room.
After the rest of the crew and other staff walked out, through a side door. Once the crowd of people left, the elderly native woman could be seen, her countenance was one of disgust. With a firm tap of her staff, a lightning bolt filled the air.
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Elsa shut and locked the door of the dressing room door as a sad Anna sat down on a small cushioned bench. Seeing her face, the blonde reached out and caressed the girl's cheek. "No, that won't do." Elsa knelt down in front of her girlfriend. "Anna, you have nothing to be upset about."
"I did screw up a bunch of times."
"You can screw up a hundred times, we'll just keep going until you get it right, and if anyone has a problem they can get in behind that snotty wannabe director at the unemployment line."
"But Frozen Love hits the shelves in three weeks, and you wanted the commercial to play for two weeks beforehand."
"It will be fine darling, I promise."
Anna giggled. "He called me a little strumpet… what a dork."
Elsa reached up and played with Anna's tie as she pecked her lips. "You are my little strumpet."
Anna pulled her girlfriend in for a passionate kiss. "Yes, I am."
Elsa reached up the short pleated skirt and slid the redhead's panties off, discarding them with a blind toss. The girl grinned as she parted her thighs. The kneeling woman gently lifted the hem of the plaid skirt, exposing Anna's copper-hued patch of curls. The blonde leaned in and gave the young woman's lower lips a couple of gentle pecks that led to her gently probing the girl with her tongue.
"Ahh."
"Do you like that?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'll do it some more if you tell me what you are?"
Anna giggled again. "I'm your little strumpet."
"Yes you are," Elsa said as she teased the girl's slit with her tongue. After a few more teases, Elsa spread the girl open with her thumbs and increased the pressure with her tongue."
"Oh shit! Lick it! Lick it!"
Anna yanked open her shirt and began to fondle her breast. Elsa decided to kick things into high gear by wetting her index finger and slipping it into Anna's bottom.
"AHH, UNGH! AHH!" Anna approached her apex as Elsa continued to lick her snatch while pumping her butthole.
"AHHHHH!" Anna's entire body shook before she went limp.
Elsa kissed on the cheek. "That's a good little strumpet."
Anna pulled Elsa into a hug. "You know I am."
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later that night, while Elsa and Anna were fast asleep in each other's arms. Several miles away, a security guard in his late forties was patrolling the manufacturing floor of the Frozen Love creamery. Rounding the corner of a large vat, the guard noticed a green miasma seeping from the floor grates.
The guard scratched his head in confusion until a cold chill ran down his back, and a hollow voice that originated from another plane filled the factory floor.
"YOU! YOU SAW THEM ALFRED! YOU SAW THEM AND SAID NOTHING!"
The guard went for his pistol. "Who's there!"
"I AM THE ONE WHO WAS WRONGED, THAT NIGHT. THE NIGHT YOU TRADED YOUR HONOR FOR CARNAL DELIGHTS."
Alfred, remembered the night almost three years prior when he smashed that redhead who totally looked like she was older than sixteen.
"I… didn't do it, it wasn't my fault."
The miasma was permeating everything in the creamery by that point.
"YOU COULD HAVE BROUGHT THEM TO JUSTICE! BUT NO ALFRED, YOU IGNORED YOUR DUTY JUST TO INDULGE IN YOUR BASE DESIRES!"
The guard was becoming quite frightened. "I'm sorry, please let me go!"
"YOUR SOUL IS DOOMED FOREVER!"
"No! I beg you!"
"THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO AVOID AN ETERNITY OF DAMNATION. YOU MUST ATONE!"
"Yes, I will, anything!"
"YOUR LIFE!"
Alfred froze in place. "What?"
"IT IS THE ONLY WAY! DO IT, OR YOU WILL BURN IN IN HELLFIRE FOR THE REST OF TIME!"
The guard's hand trembled as he withdrew the revolver from its holster.
"DO IT ALFRED! IT IS YOUR ONLY SALVATION!"
With an anguished cry, the guard placed the pistol at the side of his head and pulled the trigger.
A spray of red hit the floor, as Alfred's body fell over in a slump.
"DUMB ASS"
"Yes, he was." a raspy voice that was both ancient and feminine.
"IT IS FINISHED."
The native woman stepped around from behind a giant mixer. "The curse is complete. Now it will only be a matter of time."
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