Chapter 11

Regina almost fell off the stage when she recognized Emma sitting at a nearby table in a baseball cap and sunglasses. The blonde should have known better than to come here. The club's bouncers had long memories and short tempers.

Regina hopped off the stage and slid onto Emma's lap. "What are yo doing here?" she asked, doing her typical lap dance routine to keep the bouncers from getting suspicious.

"We're leaving early in the morning," Emma said. "Going back to LA. I wanted to say goodbye."

Regina turned around, rubbing her ass against the blonde's crotch. "Will I get to see you again?"

"I'm sure I'll turn up every now and then. Do you do this kind of thing a lot?"

"What kind of thing?"

"This lap dance stuff."

"It's part of my job, dear."
"Yeah, well..."

"You jealous?" Regina teased, turning to face Emma again. The darker woman didn't know how the blonde could possibly be jealous of anything she did after Emma had survived watching her punish clients for over two hours and then still managed to fuck Regina properly after they'd all gone home. Regina had never seen a woman come so hard as the other woman had come last night.

Emma ducked her head. "Nah."

"I'll be finished in a few minutes. Meet me in the alley, and I'll give you a proper good-bye."

"This isn't so bad as far as good-byes go." She chanced a glance at Regina, grinning crookedly.

The dark-haired woman leaned forward to give Emma a good view of her breasts and traced the edge of the blonde's ear with her fingertips. "If this is enough of a good-bye for you, then-"

"I'll meet you in the alley."
Regina grinned at her and returned to the stage, cracking her whip at some pasty-faced businessman who was drooling all over himself and fluttering a twenty-dollar bill in her direction. The guy shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement as the whip stirred his hair, but didn't touch his skin. Regina should give him her card. Invite him to her sanctum of pain. Talk him into thinking he could take thirty minutes and break him in two. Easy money. She didn't offer her services to him though. She wasn't sure why she hesitated.

She glanced at Emma as she accepted the businessman's cash between her breasts, but Emma had already left. When Regina's set ended, she hurried to the dressing room and slid a skirt on over her costume. It didn't tone down her leather bustier and thigh-high boots much, but at least her ass was covered.

"Mel, I'm going on a break for about twenty minutes," she called to one of the blonde twins who'd just come off stage. "Cover for me, 'kay?"

"No problem, Gina."
Regina hurried out the back door to find Emma leaning against her motorcycle with her arms crossed over her breasts. Regina lifted the blonde's visor when she stopped before her.

"I'm glad you came to say good-bye," the darker woman whispered.

"Do you want to go for a ride?"
Regina glanced back at the building, fidgeting. She couldn't take more than a twenty-minute break this time of night, but she didn't want to miss her chance to be with Emma. What if she never saw the blonde again? "I don't think I can be gone for long."
"We can just ride around for a while."
"I'd rather kiss you for a while," Regina said, tilting her head to the side so she could kiss Emma inside her helmet.

"Kissing will be involved."

"Yeah?"
"Among other things."
Regina liked the sound of that. She kissed Emma again and stepped away so the blonde could mount the bike. The Harley roared to life, and Emma extended a hand to help the other woman climb on behind her. Regina molded herself to the blonde's back, loving the scent of her body mixed with the smell of leather. Emma drove to a secluded area far outside of town, turned off the bike, and shifted it back onto its kickstand. George was going to skin Regina alive for taking off like this. She should already be back at work by now.

She'd give herself the pleasure of Emma's company for a minute more. Just a minute. Regina unzipped the blonde's jacket, her hands sliding over the T-shirt beneath the worn leather. She couldn't get enough of Emma's toned little body. She was so stupid about this chick. Dammit. Why did Emma make her feel so out of control? And why did Regina like it? Control had always been her forte.

Emma removed her helmet and stuck it on the end of her handlebars.

Looking up at the sky, the blonde said, "You can see the stars out here away from the city lights."
Regina tilted her head back and took in the beauty of the speckled sky. "I never take the time to look at the stars. I'm usually working." She snuggled closer to Emma. She hoped George didn't fire her for leaving. She could tell him she had an emergency. Knowing Emma was leaving Vegas counted as an emergency, didn't it? Her arms tightened around the blonde. Regina had to admit she didn't want Emma to go.

"Come here," Emma murmured, sliding an arm around the darker woman's waist to coax her to move around the blonde's body.

Regina slid so they faced each other, her back to the handlebars and her legs straddling Emma's. Up on the main road, a car passed, but no one seemed to know their little dirt road existed.

"You said you wanted to drive out to the desert to have an orgy on my bike." Emma's soft voice sent ripples of delight through Regina's body. "If you still want-"

Regina kissed her, thrusting her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Emma remembered that offhand comment? The blonde groaned, her hand gripping Regina's bare thighs beneath her skirt. Regina tugged Emma's T-shirt up and ran her hands over the smooth, warm flesh of the blonde's belly. Why did this woman drive her so crazy? No other woman ever had. Not like this Regina's fingers moved to the other woman's fly. She stroked Emma's slit with two fingers until she was soaking wet.

Emma tugged her mouth from the darker woman. "We don't have to rush," she murmured.

"Yes, we do. I want you."

Regina slid her thong to one side and shifted her hips closer to the blonde's on the bike's seat.

"Careful," Emma said, "the engine's still hot."

"I'll show you what's hot." Regina rose up, directed her cunt over top of Emma's own, and sank back down, rubbing against the blonde deliciously. Regina's head fell back in wonder. Her breath released in a shuddering gasp.

"That is hot," Emma murmured.

"It's always hot for you." Regina found good footholds, having no idea what part of the bike she was using for leverage and not much caring. Rocking back and forth against Emma, she rocked her hips in a slow, deliberate motion, grinding their clits together perfectly. Emma held her to support her motions, the blonde's forearms running along her sides and back palms at her shoulder blades, fingers pressing into her skin. Her lips gently caressed Regina's throat and chest.

Why did the blonde's tenderness drive her insane with need? "Emma."

Emma rocked with her, coaxing Regina into that perfect Rhythm.

The blonde seemed to know her body better than she did. Emma's blonde curls feathered over the sensitive flesh of Regina's nipple as the blonde nudged her bodice down. Regina's back arched, her breast offered willingly to the other woman's attention. Emma sucked her nipple into her mouth, rubbing the tender bud with the flat of her tongue. The rhythm of the blonde's mouth matched the rhythm of their joining. Regina felt the tug at her breast through her womb, her pussy, her clit.

"Oh, Emma. Oh."

Regina's breath caught as her body spiraled toward orgasm. She increased the tempo of their joining, rocking back and forth against Emma, faster and faster. Seeking release.

Wanting it.

Needing it.

Now, Emma. Make me come.

But Emma would have none of it. Her elbows clamped into Regina's sides, and the blonde slowed the other woman's motions into their perfect rhythm.

Emma released Regina's nipple from her mouth. "Don't rush, baby. Savor it. It might be a while before I see you again."
So she planned to see Regina again? Regina usually hated making plans for the future. Things never seemed to work out the way she intended, but as unusual as it was for her, she wanted to see the blonde again. The sooner, the better.

Emma used her chin to brush the other cup of Regina's bustier down and tugged her neglected nipple into her mouth. Again, the blonde sucked with the same rhythm of their joining.

"Oh, Emma. Please."

Emma shifted slightly, changing the angle of their combined flesh

Regina gasped, her head falling back in wonder. "Feels so good."
Emma murmured in agreement around her nipple. The blonde would probably like Regina to hurt her, but she didn't want to. She wanted to be tender with Emma, the way the other woman was always tender with her. Well, until the blonde got overexcited and fucked her hard. Regina wondered if she could get off without pain.

Emma's tempo increased at her breast. Regina met it, grinding down as the blonde rotated her hips. Emma pulled away from her breast, gasping in delight. "Regina. Hurt me."

"Not this time, Emma."

It was too dark to see the blonde's expression. Was she disappointed?
Emma kissed her. Their bodies moved together faster. Faster. Regina gasped into her lover's mouth. Ground against her. Seeking release. Seeking.

Emma separated their mouths and rested her forehead against Regina's jaw. "You feel so good, baby."
"Can you come if we're gentle like this?"
"It will take a while," the blonde murmured.

"I've got all the ten minutes in the world. I' so gonna get fired for taking a fuck break in the middle of my shift."

Emma chuckled. "If you get fired, I'll hire you as my personal dominatrix. I'll go broke in a matter of days, but-"

"I'll give you a frequent flyer discount."
Emma laughed, a deep, full belly laugh, that warmed Regina's insides. Why did that laugh mean so much to her? It made no sense. She cherished it. More than any of the other things she loved about this woman, her laugh meant the most to Regina.

Their bodies continued to come together, moving in perfect synch. Regina's thighs trembled in exhaustion.

"You getting tired?"

"A little," the darker woman admitted.

Emma shifted back on the seat, pulling Regina with her. "Lie back for a while."

Regina leaned back against the tank, the gas cap between her shoulder blades, the handlebars hitting her in the back of the head. Not the most comfortable position, but Emma took over the motion, rocking forward to possess Regina's body. The dark-haired woman arched her back to get more comfortable. Emma gasped brokenly.

"God, baby, I'm going to miss you," the blonde murmured.

"Los Angeles isn't that far away. Come visit me when you have a spare evening."
"Can I?"

"I want you to. I'm going to miss you too."
Emma slid her arms under Regina's back and lifted her so the blonde could kiss her passionately. Emma's breath caught. Their bodies moved together faster. Regina's pleasure built. Their breaths mingled in excited hitches. Emma moaned, rubbing her open mouth over Regina's throat. Regina cried out. They strained against each other as they flew to nirvana together. The stars in Regina's eyes had nothing to do with those in the sky above.