Disclaimer: Some dialogue from 1x07 "Burning House of Love" is used, so everything recognized in this chapter is not mine. I make no profit whatsoever.
AN: Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, and put this into their favorites. Heart you! Same warning for this chapter as the last. No violence, but a bit of language and some more "lesbian weirdness". And wasn't Pam fabulous in last night's episode? She looked beautiful as ever.
One For the Vault
Chapter 2
Caroline was lost in a dream. Slouched back awkwardly in the corner couch of the break room, she'd dozed off accidently during her dinner break. The angle she slept in, as well as the echoing noise from the restaurant's dining room and the kitchen, offered little rest and added to the oddity of her dream.
She was on display. Stationed on a high platform in the center of Bernadette's, her black apron was clutched in her hands and rung tensely between her fingers. Each of the tables was filled to the max with diner's, all whispering to each other while pointing and staring up at her with cold eyes. The weight of the stares and the buzzing of their muffled conversations, making her feel naked and she shifted nervously from foot to foot. Caroline wanted nothing more than to jump down from the platform, but some unseen force kept her in place.
She shouted out to the nameless figures, but none of her words were heard. Each time she tried to speak to them, no sound passed her moving lips. She nearly cried with frustration, twisting her apron into a knot so hard that her knuckles went white, before throwing it to the ground. Anxiety washed over her, as she waited for something... anything to end her uncomfortable position on display.
When every head in the room violently turned towards the entrance door suddenly, effectively cutting off all conversation, Caroline's unease increased and she held her breath. The silence suddenly deafening, a tense throb in her ears as her heartbeat pounded loudly.
Caroline's eyes were slits as she peered into the darkness outside of the restaurant. The black of the night slowly crept into the building like a dark cloud, dulling the warm inside light. The slow clinking of high heels crossed the threshold of the door long moments before their owner did. By the time the tall figured entered, Bernadette's was so dark that Caroline could only make out outlines of the shapes in front of her.
Her platform was circled, the sound of clicking heels the only true indication of the figure's location. Caroline turned her head to follow the sound, squinting in the blackness for an idea of who or what was circling her as if she were prey.
This time when Caroline opened her mouth to speak, she was successful. "What do you want?" The heels stopped directly behind her and her shoulders tensed as she awaited a response.
The blinding light of the restaurant was all that came. The tables and chairs completely empty now, all of the patrons having vanished in a blink. Having raised a hand against the assault of light, she now lowered it slowly and ignored how it shook with her tension. The platform was also gone, she noticed, but the solid weight of a body now pressed at her back.
Caroline dared not look over a shoulder, and nearly jumped out of her skin when hands suddenly touched her. They were cold and curious, trailing from the base of her neck... out to her shoulders... down the backs of her arms... and then in reverse, ending where they'd started. The gentle caress was not repeated. Instead the sharp point of a finger nail slid down the skin of her spine. It was painful enough to make her wince, but not harsh enough to move away from.
"You don't know?" a low whisper answered her earlier question. The drawl of the voice was unrecognizable, but something familiar clicked in the back of her mind. "You've already given it to me..."
Caroline's head was suddenly pulled to the side before two pinpoints of pain sunk into her neck hard enough so that she screamed.
"Holy crap... Caroline!" Dana scowled at her as she stomped her foot. "Look what you made me do!"
Having bolted upwards as she startled herself awake, Caroline looked around the small room dazed and confused. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, she raised a hand to her neck in search of the wound that she was sure was there. Nothing.
"What is your problem?" Her annoyed coworker pulled her attention forward as she bent down to pick up what she'd dropped when she'd been startled by Caroline's scream.
"I... I'm sorry," Caroline offered, still a bit disoriented. "I was dreaming."
"Yeah, no shit." Dana was non sympathetic and rolled her eyes as she collected the glass in a rag from her apron. "Sleep on your own damn time from now on will ya'."
Caroline's remorse vanished quickly, replaced with her normal irritation for the woman before her. "I'm on my brake, Dana," she spoke in defense. "I can sleep if I want to."
"Well, your half an hour is almost over, so just finish your little nap so that others can take their own brake."
"Maybe if you didn't constantly leave early, I could get home at a reasonable hour and get enough sleep." Caroline turned away from her and tossed the cold remains of her dinner, saving only the peach from her plate.
"Oh, get over it. TJ's construction company is sponsoring a booth at the County Fair. I've got to be there to show my support and help out. I'm sorry you don't have anyone in your life to love and support."
"His company also repaved the church parking lot, right? I don't see you there Sunday's giving your support." She arched an eyebrow and took a bite of her peach, enjoying as Dana seethed with anger.
"Fuck off, Caroline. You're just jealous of me and TJ. Get yourself laid and get over it."
Caroline rolled her eyes as she ate her peach and walked back to the couch to grab her apron. "Yes, Dana, that's exactly it," sarcasm coated her tone thickly. "I'm jealous of TJ. His grease stained overalls, beer scented breath, and propensity for screwing you in the back of his daddy's pick up before your shift, really turns me on. What a catch."
"Fuck you!" Dana stormed forward, outraged. "Don't act like your better than me, because you're not. You've got no friends and no boyfriend, Caroline. You've got nothing and I'm sick of you holding your head high over mine."
Caroline rolled her eyes in response, having a mouthful of her fruit, and resisted the urge to give her the finger. She and Dana had never truly been friends, their work ethics and personality too severely different. "Oh, and the boss gave me the ok to leave early tonight. So, have fun cleaning up without me."
Her parting words and grin killed Caroline's remaining apatite, and she tossed the rest of her peach into the trashcan with a growl. "Son of a bitch."
By dusk, the restaurant was deserted.
The County Fair was a big deal, especially here in the south. The fairground each year was overflowing with assorted attractions; rides, game booths, tents stuffed with tables for bake sales and various vendors, pig races, tractor pulls, and livestock exhibits were among the most popular. The week of the fair business slowed down for the shops and restaurants in the area, and most closed early to attend and to accommodate the event.
When the distant sound of fireworks suddenly rang through the windows of Bernadette's, Caroline went to her locker to grab her head phones. The smug expression Dana had worn the rest of her shortened shift, had put her into a foul mood. Now anything to do with her coworker or the fair, left her bitter with the reminder of Dana getting her way once again. She sat herself at the bar with a 'huff' and began to refill each of the napkin dispensers, the sounds of Edith Piaf blasting her eardrums over the celebration in the distant outdoors. Her music was loud enough to be heard in the empty room and it echoed softly, successfully blocking out all other noise.
The soft bell over the entrance door rang out, but was unheard by Caroline, her attention solely on her task.
Caroline hands moved languidly, slowed by the summer heat and her sudden tiredness. Her black capris and red satin cap sleeve top, thankfully, exposed much of her bare skin to the breeze of the over head fans. Lost in the sounds of the iconic French singer and her closing duties, she didn't even notice the figure now standing at her back.
When a cold hand was laid upon her bare arm, much like what had occurred in her earlier dream, Caroline jumped and screamed all of the air from her lungs. Her head whipped quickly to the right as she tore off her headphones, her disc man plummeting to the ground with a crash. It broke in many scattered pieces, her Edith Piaf disc rolling and landing at the feet of a tall blonde vampire.
"I apologize for startling you, it was not my intention to do so," His words were even and polite, but his tone lacked any true remorse. His piercing blue eyes and long hair so striking that she was left momentarily speechless. Even though she was perched high on a barstool, his height and broad shoulders were intimidating above her small frame. Caroline's heart was racing, one of her hands pressed over it firmly and she willed it to settle.
"It...it's alright," she stammered out, her nerves tightening her throat. "Sorry for screaming at you. I guess my music was a bit loud ...a-and I didn't hear you enter." She offered a weak smile.
"Obviously," deadpanned a smooth drawl from beyond the daunting vampire beside her. With a tilt of her head, Caroline peered around the man and saw a woman closer still to Bernadette's entrance, immediately recognizing her as the vampire from Monday evening. The gothic attire was missing, replaced with a pale blue twinset and matching skirt, her striking beauty and blue eyes unforgettable.
The sudden pool of wetness between Caroline's thighs was the direct reaction to the vampires presence. Caroline's gaze was glued to her, her unexpected arousal intense and completely baffling to the waitress. She uncrossed her legs and clenched them together tightly, in hope of fighting the urge to step off the stool and walk towards the vamp.
Pam uncrossed her arms and stood straighter, a wicked grin curling the corning of her lips as Caroline's reaction became evident to her. Her scent assaulted Pam like a spray of designer perfume, sweet and rich. Pleased that the body recognized her, even though her mind was unable to, Pam basked in the scent of the waitress a moment longer before walking forward towards her maker. When she came to stand beside him, his raised eyebrow towards her was responded with a slight shrug, as if to say 'I didn't do anything...'
The exchange offered little relief to Caroline's confusion to her body's sudden reaction.
Pam turned from her maker to bend forward, and pulled the fallen Edith Piaf disc from the floor. She held it out pinched between two fingers, her eyes dancing with humor as she taunted Caroline. "You dropped this."
A wave of embarrassment washed over Caroline as she took the item, forcing herself not to retort with her own 'obviously' at the vampires goad. She couldn't understand what is was about this woman, that unraveled her so. It wasn't just the fact that she was a vampire. The male vamp hadn't elicited the same responses from her body or the sudden deep jolt.
Caroline's statement of gratitude to Pam as she put the disc on the counter, was unheard as her boss rushed into the room. "What the hell happened, Caroline?" Having hurried down from his upstairs office at Caroline's scream, Thomas Bovill was out of breath and his stout frame was slouched over a bit with his exertion. He trailed weary eyes between the three, walking closer to Caroline protectively. "Is everything alright?"
Caroline spoke up quickly. "Everything is fine, sir. I had my headphones on and did not hear them enter." Eric had turned his attention to Thomas, but Pam's steel gaze remained locked on Caroline.
"We apologize for the disturbance. We are here because we have a business appointment scheduled for tonight. Mr. Bovill, I am Eric Northman." Eric bent his head in terse greeting, but made no move to shake the hand that outstretched towards him in response.
Thomas took his hand back awkwardly, unnerved at the expression Eric had given the offered appendage. "Uh... yes, Mr. Northman, it's good to meet you. I-I've been expecting you. If you'd follow me," he gestured towards to door he'd entered from, "My office is upstairs." Eric responded with another short nod of his head. Clasping his hands behind his back, he stepped forward to follow the short man across the room.
Caroline waited for Pam to follow after Eric and Mr. Bovill, but her step forward brought her directly in front of her stool at the bar. Not in the direction Eric had moved. Sitting tall, she was almost eye level with the tall vampire, and Pam had just enough height over her to leer down as she trailed her gaze over Caroline's breast. Her fangs itched to come out as she watched the blush creep over Caroline's skin under the weight of her eyes.
When Pam reached out and took her hand suddenly, Caroline couldn't help but be anything but surprised. Eric had looked so repulsed with the idea of shaking her boss' hand, that she just assumed vampires didn't want to be touched by humans. The cool skin against her own caused a slow chill to run down her back, and she watched cautiously as Pam turned her palm upwards towards their fixed gaze.
"Your lifeline," she said, looking down to read her palm and trailing a finger along the prominent line that arched around her thumb, "...is quite short." Caroline gulped loudly and Pam snickered soundlessly, before raising a brow in mirth. "Guess what that means?"
"Come, Pam." Eric's voice beckoned from across the room.
"I think I'll entertain our new friend, and just let you boys handle the business tonight." Pam replied without taking her eye's from Caroline's. The hand in her palm, stroking gently with her nails and finger tips, began to trail higher and lingered over the pulse point at Caroline's wrist.
"Pamela..." The remainder of Eric's stern statement was in a language Caroline did not know, but her eyes shifted between the pair as they bantered back and forth. Pam apparently lost whatever discussion they'd had, because she looked away from her maker with a low growl.
Eric exited the room, confident Pam would be following him.
"I'm afraid it's all business tonight, peaches." Pam spoke as she stroked wrist to finger tip one last time, before placing Caroline's hand back on her lap. When she finally stepped away to follow Eric, it was with a parting challenge spoke over one shoulder towards Caroline.
"If you're brave enough, peaches, why don't you stop buy the club after your shift tonight?"
Caroline didn't rise to Pam's challenge that night.
Overwhelmed, confused, and a bit terrified by the vampire and her own reaction towards her, she'd easily chickened out. The moment they'd all disappeared into Mr. Bovill's office upstairs, she'd quickly stuffed the last of the napkins into their dispensers and rushed home. Once there, sleep alluded her and she was up minutes before the sun rose the next day, lost in her thoughts of the vampire.
Her curiosity finally outweighed her fear and misgivings two nights later.
After her shift she walked to the staff parking lot behind Bernadette's with her co-workers, and entered her black Toyota Corolla as if she were leaving. She pretended to fiddle with her radio and waved 'good byes' through her window to each of her co-workers as they drove away. Then, she took one last deep breath to calm her nerves, before cutting off the ignition and leaving the safety of her car.
The walk to the front of the restaurant and then towards Fangtasia, found her struggling to keep her courage and her pace. The areas outside the club was crowded, and she couldn't help but wonder the ratio of vampire to human. Pushing through and around the clusters of people, drinking, smoking, and talking outside the bar, she slowly approached the entrance. The blasting metal echoing through the lot outside the club vibrated almost to her bones, and she wondered the appeal of such music as she neared.
She could see Pam acting as bouncer, stationed at the club's door. Her expression was one of complete boredom as she stands with her hands on her hips. Blocked from the crowd she occasionally sneers at by a dangling red velvet rope, she pulls Caroline closer with her beauty. The pastel twinset is gone, replaced with the return of the gothic look in a head to toe black assemble. A mini skirt with dark tights and tall heels, was topped with a gathered corset styled top that dipped at the valley of her breast. A large dark cross hung low and brought your eyes straight to the pale expanse of her chest.
Caroline was gripped strongly by her allure, and her stride faltered for a moment as she took in her image. She was still in her work clothes, black shorts and a long black tunic top with a thin red belt under her breast. It was a nice enough outfit, but compared to the revealing and leather options the crowd outside of Fangtasia had opted for, she felt a bit out of place. Caroline also wished she had thought to spray a bit of perfume, because she was sure she still smelled of the night's dinner specials.
At least the apron was gone.
She was suddenly pushed aside, and her step forward turned into a small stumble. After straightening herself, she looked up to glare at the back of the man who didn't even acknowledge his rudeness as he continued his pace. He rushed towards Pam and the entrance of the club, hands shaking against his legs and feet moving as if they were on fire.
"Hey," he greets with jittering movements. Caroline inched forward, sensing something off with the man and watching his exchange with Pam from behind a group of party goers.
"You're momma know you're out in the big city?" Pam asks in return to his greeting.
"My momma's dead."
"So am I," she deadpanned. Caroline bit her lip to keep her smirk at bay, amused by Pam's remark. A few of the people she'd hid behind gave her an odd expression, but she didn't notice. "Let me see some ID," Pam ordered the jittery man at the ropes, before reviewing the offered license. "Jason Stackhouse from Bon Temps?"
"Uh huh."
"You related to Sookie by any chance?"
"Uh, yeah. She's my sister. How do you know her?"
"She stands out." The sudden spike of jealousy was unwelcomed to Caroline. She frowned towards the pair, wondering how Pam was acquainted with the man's sister, and if the girl had received the same attention Caroline had. She shook her head to clear the sudden thoughts, and edged forward to listen in on the conversation that was still underway.
"Why are you here?" Pam asks the man. She seemed disappointed with whatever question he'd just answered, but Caroline had missed what she'd asked, as the group around her grew quite boisterous.
"Um, well I heard it was cool... and I wanted to check it out. See what's up, ya' know. I'm one of those open minded kind of guys." He laughs and rubs his hands over his face with edgy movements. Caroline is reminded of a junky from a film she'd rented last month. He couldn't seem to keep still and looked around and behind him with wide eyes. While examining the unique crowd around the club, their eyes meet and she looked down quickly. Worried that Pam will become aware of her eavesdropping, Caroline suddenly felt a bit ashamed of her behavior.
"Tell me why you came here." Pam pulls his attention forward with a powerful gaze that appeared to still and calm his unhinged nerves.
"I want some vampire blood," his words were slow, soft, and honest. He swayed towards her slightly as she arched an eyebrow at his response. "What time do you get off?"
"You came for my blood?" A short laugh and she looks away annoyed. "Yeah, you're right. You're nothing like your sister." The lingering jealousy stirs quietly at the mention of his sister, but Caroline stomps on it quickly. When Pam extends her fangs to the man suddenly, she is flooded with a different reaction, and worries why she isn't more frightened at the sight of them.
"Go on in," Pam dares as she unlatches the velvet rope. She doesn't retract her fangs or move aside, allowing him very little room to pass. "Good luck getting out." Her tone is cold and severe, one Caroline had never heard from her previous interaction with Pam. One she really never thought she'd hear from Pam. The underlined threat chilled the air and reminded her of the fatal truth associated with vampires. They were dead, and it would be naive of her to think that they didn't kill. So, no matter how strong of an attraction she felt towards Pam, it was too dangerous of an association to enter so lightly. She needed more time to think.
Her sudden step backwards, away from Pam and Fangtasia, knocked her into a few of the people she'd been concealing herself behind. "What's your problem?" one asked with an annoyed tone, as his friends look down at her with angry frowns.
"Uh, sorry," Caroline mumbles, still walking backwards as she retreats. She turns away quickly. Without a look in Pam's direction she hurries back through the empty lots of the strip mall, towards the restaurant and her car.
"Leaving so soon?" Caroline curses inwardly at Pam's unexpected voice behind her, and almost drops the keys she'd been about to open her car door with. She hadn't heard her approach, but was glad that she hadn't screamed this time a vampire startled her.
"You have excellent timing, peaches," Pam drawls. "I've just gone on my lunch break."
"Um, well... actually I was just about to head home." Pam paid no attention to her remark, but stepped closer so that Caroline was almost pressed back against her car.
"It was very rude of you not to say 'hello' on your very short visit." She arches a brow, daring Caroline to deny where she'd just been. "Overhear something you didn't like, peaches?"
Caroline knew she was blushing a vibrant shade of red. She looked away from Pam's heavy gaze, hating that she'd been caught snooping. "I'm sorry."
"I didn't ask for an apology. I want to know what made you leave?" When Caroline didn't reply Pam sprung, trapping her against the car with an arm on each side. She was a good deal taller, especially since Caroline had retired her heels after work and thrown on sandals. Pam took the advantage to lean over Caroline, "Don't make me ask twice."
Caroline had one of two places to look... Pam's intense gaze above her, or her amazing breast that were just about eye level now. She closed her eyes instead. "I...I don't know why I left."
"Liar," it wasn't a growl, but it definitely wasn't the teasing tone she remembered from the other night. Cold fingers clutched her chin firmly an instant later, and Caroline's eyes snapped open at the sudden chill.
"I was jealous," she spit out the first thing she thought of, and hoped Pam would accept it. It wasn't a lie, just not the whole truth. She didn't even understand most of her thoughts, because they were so new and so confusing. There was no way she could possible put them into words for Pam.
"Jealous?" Pam purred the word smoothly with her elegant tongue. She processed Caroline's answer with a curious expression and relaxed her grip on Caroline's chin. "Not of Jason Stackhouse, surely?"
Caroline would have sighed with relief at the softer tone in her voice, if Pam weren't still leaning over her predatorily. "No, not of him." Pam's fingers trailed lower from her chin to stroke against her warm throat, and urged her to continue with a interested expression. "Of you and his sister."
"You know Sookie?" Pam perked up straighter, fingers stilling at the base of Caroline's neck.
"No." Caroline almost growled, irritated by her reaction. Pam laughed in response, obviously pleased with the turn of events.
"Oh, peaches," Pam's mirth reached all the way to her eyes as she stared down at Caroline. The arm still acting as a barricade on her one side, slacked and tangled into Caroline's hair. "Aren't you adorable... and much more so than Miss Stackhouse, in my opinion."
Caroline couldn't help the small smile that curled her lips, but it was quickly replaced with a deeper frown when Pam continued on with a smirk, "But it's a good thing you haven't seen some of the dancers inside Fangtasia."
Caroline opened her mouth to reply, but was silenced as Pam extended her fangs.
"Now, now. We'll have no more of that tonight," Pam smoothed the frown lines on her forehead with soft strokes from the back of her fingers. "As I said, I am on my break," the hand in Caroline's hair tightened slightly, "...and I really shouldn't skip a meal."
The pull of the glamour nearly sagged her in Pam's arms with its sudden intensity. Her arms reached out for the vampire, grasping a shoulder and cradling her head as it lowered to her neck. She shivered as Pam ran her tongue down the length of her exposed neck. "It's like you were made especially for me, peaches," Pam purred and pulled her closer with the hand at her hip. "You fit so nicely against me...
"You taste so, so sweet," her voice lulled Caroline's neck back as she felt the tips of Pam's fangs graze her skin softly, "And look," Pam almost smiled, "Your curls end just before my favorite spot."
Pam bit down, and Caroline entered sweet bliss.
Her moans filled the empty lot behind the restaurant. They were hidden from the eyes outside of Fangtasia, but close enough to hear the echoing conversations and pounding bass of the club's music. The fact that they could be discovered any moment, if she grew too loud, added to the excitement and the burn created with Pam's mouth.
Pam slammed her close, pulling deep swells of Caroline into her ravenous mouth as her hands clutched at her back and hip. Caroline held her just as tight, until it just wasn't enough. She needed more. Needed to feel so much more than just the wonderful pull of blood. She needed that pull lower... and deeper. Inside of her.
Quickly and boldly, she pressed her hands between their bodies. One worked to unfasten the button of her own shorts, before dipping inside the dark fabric and into the cotton panties lower on her waist. Rocking against her own hand, her other crept to the hem of Pam's mini skirt and rose underneath it. She brushed the insides of cool thighs after passing the edges of her black tights and the straps to the garter she wore. She found no other boundaries under the skirt, meeting Pam's slick folds when her hand could go no higher.
Pam's fang were still embedded into her neck, but the pull of blood ceased the moment Caroline dipped into her qwim. Her body grew still then, and Caroline slowed the hand in her own underwear, worried that she had upset the vampire or had crossed a line. Pam pulled back slowly, her teeth leaving Caroline with a few falling drops to the sleeve of her top. She froze completely as Pam rose to full height, and gasped at the sight of her red stained mouth.
A cold hand seized the wrist hidden under the mini skirt. It tightened almost to the point of pain before it pulled Caroline closer... and deeper inside of her. Caroline's eyes widened and then glazed over as Pam began to rock against her fingers. Daringly, she added another and used her thumb against the needy nub above the her opening. Pam fucked her hand in earnest then, using it as hard as Caroline was giving. Soon it was the sound of the vampire's moans that were heard in the night.
Then, when one of Pam's hands shifted to mirror Caroline's, they moved together. Buckling their hips against the other, the wild movements pressing their hands even harder and deeper as they pleasured each other.
Pam was losing herself to the brazen human. Rutting against her violently, like she'd lost all of her well preserved control. She'd been with plenty of bold human's before, but none that seemed so in tune with her own needs, wants, and hunger. None of her past human pets had felt any lingering attraction or connection from her glamours, and that in its self was a strong intrigue to Pam.
Of course she also tasted delicious.
'Oh fuck...' Pam nearly spoke out loud, watching Caroline's impulsive movements. She raised her free hand to Pam, the one that she'd used to pleasure herself with minutes ago, to gather the remains of her own blood from her chin and lips. It pooled on her fingers, warm and dark in comparison to the lingering evidence of Caroline's pleasure. Pam's hips buckled uncontrollably, as her human raised the crimson fingers to her fanged mouth for a taste. She sucked the digits hungrily, the combination of the two tastes and Caroline's thrusting lower hand, bringing her close to the edge.
She would not fall over alone, and she intensified her own hand inside Caroline. Plunging deep, she reintroduced herself to the wet warmth and was gratified with the familiar sounds emitting from her partner. Once she'd licked every last drop off Caroline's fingers, she held the hand higher and sank her fangs into the pulse at her wrist. Letting them both finish powerfully and together, equally overcome from the bite and the resulting intensity.
Caroline didn't know how long she blacked out for, but blinked into awareness as she was lowered to the roof of her car. The stars above seemed brighter tonight, as if recharged by the intense orgasm she'd just shared with the vampire.
Pam's smooth voice pulled her from the sky, and she tilted her head up to watch as fingers undid the clasp of her belt. "I love your belt, peaches, it reminds me of the ribbon tied around a present." Pam sat on her knees between Caroline's parted thighs. Parted bare thighs she noticed. At some point during her black out, she'd apparently been freed of her shorts and her underwear. "And your shirt," Pam continued after tossing the belt aside, "...the wrapping paper. A decoration, hiding what lays hidden beneath for me."
Caroline sat up and aided Pam as she tugged the shirt over her head, leaving her clad only in her red lacey bra. Pam took a moment to savor the image in front of her with a strong and greedy leer, before slowly pushed Caroline onto her back again. "And this, peaches," she continued with a purr as her hands moved to cradle the full cups of her bra, "...is concealing my fabulous present."
Pam opened the front clasp but left the garment parted at Caroline's sides, enjoying the contrast of pale skin next to the vibrant red fabric. She tortured her for what seemed like hours ...stroking, squeezing, licking, and biting every inch of the exposed mounds. Caroline felt branded, marked by teeth and lips as Pam's possession. Her back arched off the hood with Pam's ministrations, and she melted with her loss of control.
"What did you get?" Caroline gasped out, speech impaired with the familiar hand creeping lower down her body. "Your present?" she simplified, and enjoyed the amusement she found in Pam's eyes as she played along.
"A new pet," was Pam's reply, before dipping her tongue into her belly button and then pulling at the soft skin around it with a bite. Her nails raked down Caroline's sides as she slowly raised her head to shift her body even lower. She situated herself between Caroline's thighs, her mouth so close to where it was needed. Pam bent slowly, keeping her eyes fixed to Caroline's as she dropped a kiss to the burning flesh and then settled the thighs over her shoulders with a fanged smirk. Another kiss was pressed to one of her thighs before she lowered her mouth to the dripping mound between the legs with a velvet purr, "And dessert, of course."
A sharp 'thud' rang out when Caroline's head fell back against the hood as Pam ate her dessert with gusto.
Caroline jolted awake with a start.
She was in the driver's seat of her car, the windows of her little back car fogged from her sleeping breath. Frowning, her head snapped to the side and she looked around the inside of her car with confusion. She found nothing out of the ordinary at first. Her work apron was on the passenger seat, her purse beneath it with. But, strangely enough, her driver's license was sticking out of a pocket. She stared down at the small card, wondering when she'd taken it out of her wallet, but unable to recall much of anything.
Her keys, she found hanging from the ignition and she turned the car on with a frown.
'When did I fall asleep?' The small digital clock on her dashboard read 2am and Caroline's eyes grew with shock. She'd been out of work for well over two hours, but couldn't recall anything after the end of her shift. The fog slowly dissipated from the glass of her windows and she saw she was still parked in the back lot of Bernadette's.
She couldn't believe she'd blacked out again. Her shift had gone well tonight too. With a full staff the work had been distributed evenly, and she hadn't felt overworked or overtired at all during the evening. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, hoping she wasn't getting sick. Promising herself to get a check up next week, she turned to buckle her seat belt so she could go home.
As the strap crossed her chest, she suddenly realized she no longer wore a bra. Again. "What the fuck?"
Caroline lost two more bras the following week.
TBC