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Chapter 6: Je Désire Une Femme
Angela stood beneath a streetlamp, the yellow light that flickered on illuminating the small breaths released into the chilled night air. Over her arm was folded a long black coat, the cold proving to be not enough for her as she remained idle, dressed in a long black and white striped shirt combined with a pair of capris. As she waited, her gaze was fixed on the setting sun, the slow morph of colors playing in the sky, sinking from brilliant yellow into dark purple. Idly, she would glance down at her wristwatch, lighting up its small face with the press of a button.
From around the corner came Lena, running down the cement of the sidewalk as she weaved in and out of the ongoing pedestrian traffic. Her hair had been spiked up and messy, one of her only night off allowing her the freedom to express herself. Instead of her normal black and white waiter uniform, she was dressed in a beige jacket, a warm white sweater sitting underneath it while a pair of nice black pants fit comfortably to her legs. Looped over her shoulders sat a small leather backpack, resting on the mid of her back. The sight pulled Angela away from the small, glowing face of her wristwatch as the other woman stopped in front of her. Lena gave the other woman a smile, placing one of her hands on the back of her head as she gave her neck an anxious rub. "Sorry about that, got a little lost back there."
The other woman gave a small smile, pushing away the other's apology. "It's alright. I'm just glad you are here now. I was afraid you had forgotten."
"I would never." She commented, wrapping her hands around the slim straps of her bag, bouncing in her place as she awaited excitedly for their night together to begin.
"Alright then, you ready?"
The small moving crowd of the walkway parted as a man made his way through, a beanie pulled low over his head… Coming up to the two of them, the man fully rammed into Angela, sending the woman to fall backwards and onto the cement. He grabbed for the small white purse thrown over her shoulder, ripping it from its current spot as he took it into his own grasp before taking off quicker than he had come.
Lena quickly bent over, helping her fallen friend back to her feet before turning back, watching as the man in question continued to run down the darkened city streets. It took the waitress all of a few seconds to snap into action, her legs carrying herself faster and faster down the sidewalk as she began booking it. She began weaving in and out of oncoming foot traffic as her speed worked in her benefit as the distance between the mysterious man began to close. Anxiety began to plague the attacker as she approached him, the woman attempting to surpass him at an alarming rate. He passed by a row of trashcans, immediately pushing one of the plastic bins over in a weak attempt to throw her off. Lena kicked hard off of the ground, her legs hurdling over the roadblock as she remained unphased, jumping with ease. In a matter of seconds, she passed by the attacker, blocking him off as she stopped. He had halted just a moment before running into her, his next actions fully lost in his mind as he threw the purse at Lena's head, hitting her before it fell to the ground, the thief's feet continuing off as he continued running.
Lena bent over and picked up the white bag from the ground, giving it a good brush off as she turned around, heading back over to her still shaken up friend. With every step, waves of pain shot up her leg, her eyes crinkled as she attempted to swallow a wince. Her breath was smooth and calm, a warm smile beginning to form on her face as she pushed the discomfort down, handing the purse back over to her friend. "You alright, love?"
"Yes, thank you." Angela replied, her voice still partially quiet as she took her bag from Lena's grip, still partially frozen from the excitement of the situation. "How did you do that?"
"I was just lucky he dropped it, my arms are just for decoration after all. Not much good at fighting."
"I ment the running and jumping." Despite the excitement of the situation beginning to settle, her tone was still laced with wonder.
"Just fast, that's all." She said with a shrug, not playing into the other woman's questioning.
"You're keeping something from me, and I don't think I like that." Angela commented, a teasing tone lacing her voice.
"Oh, right," she began, giving her forehead a small smack in realization, "I forgot to tell you. When I was little I was given something that gave my super speed. Did I never bring that up?"
"No, you must have forgotten. Though after what I saw today, I'd believe it." A small smile playing across her lips.
Lena gave a small laugh at the other's words. "So where was this place you were talking about?"
"Right, just over here" Angela gestured before leading her down the street and to their destination.
As the night carried on and the temperatures began dropping, the two women to head back, not wanting to end their excursion just yet. After a brief walk to Lena's apartment, She led Angela up the small set of cement stairs in front of the complex before removing a lanyard from her leather backpack and sticking the key into the lock. A rush of warm air and yellowing light greeted the two as they filed into the entryway.
Inside, the apartment was alit with the hushed chatter of a television on low, the bright and flashing lights of it reflecting off the back wall as the visuals danced across the screen of some show put on just for background noise. Pharah was heading into the kitchen with an empty plate in her hand, crumbs of a recent meal decorating the ceramic below. She immediately stopped upon seeing her roommate home entering their shared home, a new person in close tow behind her. As the dark haired woman remain in her place, she found herself staring a little too much at the newcomer, eyes scanning over her.
Lena caught sight of Pharah as she closed the wooden door behind the two of them, shutting off the flow of chilled air inwards. "Hey Pharah, this is Angela. Angela, this is Pharah."
Angela gave the roommate a gentle smile, held out her hand in front of her for a shake.
The other woman remain in her place, dish in hand as she felt herself frozen in place, taken aback by the sight of Lena's friend. Despite this, she found the ability to reach her free hand, connecting them in a firm yet soft shake as the warmth of her palm enveloped Angela's slightly chilled one. Never before had Pharah seen a woman so beautiful.
Angela gave a small laugh as she retracted her hand, almost flattered with how the taller woman was reacting to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you." she said, voice as warm and radiant as her presence.
Pharah gave a slight nod, still a little at loss for words. "Pleasure to meet you too."
"She'll be spending the night," The Brit commented, cutting into the flustered air and ending her small bout of silence, "I hope that's okay."
The other roommate became increasingly aware of how awkward she must've seemed, standing in one place, and grasping a dirty plate, dressed down from work since she was not expecting any company. She decided to make herself the least bit useful and continue into the kitchen like she originally planned, placing the dish in the sink as she turned the water on and began to scrub the hardened crumbs away. "Yeah, is everything alright?" she asked, slight concern lacing her words.
"Yeah, I just thought it would be fun." Lena commented, looking around the corner and into the living room, catching sight of the TV just turning to commercial. "You watching something?"
After a long day on duty, it was nice to wind down; let the TV drone on in the background as the first bit of relaxation that day was felt again. But after having her short bit of time alone, that need was no longer there. "No, you guys can have it."
"How about we watch something together." Lena suggested, heading into the shared living space as she put her small backpack down on the counter.
Pharah gave a slight shrug, not opposed to the suggestion. As she finished up and placed the now dry dish back into the cabinet, she made her way in and went to the coach with Lena and Angela.
Lena sat herself in the middle, between the two women as she changed the channel, putting on a cooking show for some quick, cheap entertainment. It took only a few minutes for the brunette to fall asleep after that, her head slumping over and resting on Angela's shoulder. With their host asleep and the droning of an announcer's voice in the background, Pharah looked tentatively over at Angela and seeing that her concentration on the show was wavering. "So, how did you and Lena meet?" she asked, cutting through the lowered TV volume.
The other woman turned away from the TV, finding more entertainment in conversation anyway. "Work, you?" She asked, her voice slightly hushed as to not wake Lena.
Pharah smiled a bit. "Internet, I was looking for a roommate." At this, Angela had laughed a little, finding humor in their origin. She decided to continue, further questioning the newcomer. "How long have you guys been going out?"
Angela's cheeks tinged with pink, her face flushing slightly at the question. "We aren't going out, we are just friends."
"Oh," Pharah's voice jumped slightly, a bit surprised at that, "Sorry, I just heard date and thought..."
"Just a friend date." The blonde said, verbally waving off any aspect of miscommunication regarding it. She continued, turning the question over to Pharah. "Are you dating anyone?"
"No, single. You?"
"Single." Angela smiled, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.
"Really? I'm surprised to hear that." Pharah paused, working the words around in her mouth for a moment before gathering the small bit of courage to continue. "Would you want to go out sometime?" As the question left her mouth, she began to inwardly cursed herself, fearing that she has asked too quickly and too early.
"I would love to." She said, corners of her lips turned up in a gentle smile. The gaze shared between the two women was parted as Angela glanced down at Lena, the brunette's head still tipped back and mouth slightly open, eyes still closed as she remained asleep. "But first, I have to get this one to bed."
Pharah sat up in her seat, ready to get up before Angela beat her to it and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, effectively picking her up with ease due to Lena's small stature. "I'll see you in the morning." The blonde said, voice hushed as she shifted Lena in her hold to make it more comfortable for the two of them.
"Good night." Lena commented, voice laced heavily with sleep as she remained half-awake, lazily slumped over the body of the other woman. Pharah gave a small wave as she watched them disappear down the hall and into her roommate's bedroom.
Much like every night since its opening, Talon experienced the dinner rush in full force once again. Lena found herself rushing from table to table in a familiar pattern experienced by her other shifts; feeling enough of the rush to keep her on her feet and prepared for whatever the night had to throw at her, but not enough to keep her from making small talk to the patrons and occasional coworker around her.
After taking the order of a middle aged couple having their first date night out in a matter of years, Lena weaved her way into the small side room, tapping the screen of one of the computers awake before entering the order. As her fingers tapped at the digital buttons, the loud clacking of heels could be heard from behind the waitress, making harsh contact with the tile of the floor beneath them as they approached closer.
"I need you to come to my office when you are done." The familiar voice of the manager said simply, each word stated with purpose and meaning, the heaviness of her accent shaping and twisting the message.
The waitress felt her heart stop immediately for a moment, the organ sitting heavily in her chest and creating a pressure that could not be neglected. Her mind now began to race with the possibilities of what she could want, distracting her from any action or speech save for the frozen stillness she currently exhibited. Lena gave a slight nod, finding herself at a complete loss for words. Just as soon as she had come, the manager departed from the smaller room, making her way back to the office; the clicking of her heels slowly getting fainter and fainter.
Once the brunette finished placing the order, she gave a brief sigh to calm down before turning to the shadow of the night standing right next to her, now looking at her in a questioning way. "Take over while I'm gone. If you need any help, just ask Angela. I'll be back in a jiffy." Hana only nodded slightly in response.
Lena made her way down the small hallway, finding herself in front of the manager's door yet again. She raised her knuckles to the wood, giving two small knocks before opening it. Upon entering, the sight of Amélie filled her vision; the tall and slender woman leaning against the desk, facing the other woman.
"Lock the door." The manager said plainly, her narrowed eyes locked onto the waitress's. Lena complied, pressing her thumb into the indent of the door handle, locking it behind her with an audible click. Amélie's gaze explored its way up and down the other woman as she picked herself from the lean on the desk before taking a step forward, closing the space between the two of them.
Working on instinct alone, Lena took a step back, exhibiting a subtle retreat from the other woman. "Did I do something, love?" She asked, forcing an innocent smile in hope to defuse the awkward tension of the situation.
Amélie took another step, matching its pace perfectly as she now towered over the waitress, backing her up into the wall behind her. "No."
As Lena took another step backwards, she hit the wall, her upper back making full contact. She could not help but breathe in quickly, the surprise of the situation forming a small gasp. The waitress looked up at the older woman standing a good few inches above her, her heart beginning to quicken and pound within her chest. Wordlessly, her mouth began to move in attempt to form anything resembling speech, but to much dismay, nothing came out.
The larger stance of the manager kept her there, effectively blocking her off from any route of escape as Amélie's slender hands made contact with Lena's clothed shoulders, pushing her further into the wall as she held her firmly in place. Without a word, she leaned down slightly, getting onto the other woman's level before connecting their lips together, pressing her full painted ones into Lena's.
As Amélie's soft lips met her own, Lena's eyes shot open, the anxiety of the situation only increasing. Her breathing became hard and fast, her muscles beginning to tense as she tried to move away from the other woman.
Feeling the slight struggle from the other party, the manager slid one of her hands down the fabric sleeve of Lena's harm, wrapping her long fingers around the slender part of her wrist before bending the arm up, effectively pinning it to the wall. The older woman parted away from their kiss, lips leaving each other as she lowering her head slightly, connecting hers to the soft, smooth skin of the waitress's neck.
Lena turned her head slightly, tilting it away from the other woman and the unwanted actions. "Stop," she begged weakly, "please.."
Amélie's grip on the wrist only tightened, becoming harsher as the kiss to her neck became an open mouthed one. The flat edges of her teeth raked across the sensitive skin for only a moment before clamping down onto the flesh, closing in a harsh, punishing bite between Lena's neck and shoulder; just low enough for her bottom lip to brush against her shirt collar.
A gasp of pain could be heard from the waitress, her muscles tensing yet again as she attempted to push away Amélie with all of her might. The manager inwardly thanked her office for being soundproof as she slipped a knee in between Lena's legs, separating them and using her position to her advantage. Retracting from the bite, she placed a light kiss on the afflicted area, the hand formerly placed firmly on her shoulder now traveling up and behind, her fingertips now tracing lightly along the back of Lena's lower neck. "Don't you want this?" She asked, her voice cutting through the silence of the room.
As the older woman had pushed herself onto Lena, she couldn't help but feel the discomfort at her middle, every stimulus adding to her growing wetness. It was a fact of the matter that she tried to push away, ignoring exactly what the actions were doing to her. "What do you want?" the waitress asked, eyes looking down and away; too anxious to connect her gaze.
"Are you forgetting our deal?" Amélie asked, her voice smooth and hush, breath ghosting Lena's exposed, sensitive skin; eliciting a shiver shiver down the other's spine. Following the end of the question, the long, perfectly manicured nails of her slender hand removed its position from the back of her neck, reaching forward to undo the top button of the waitress's shirt.
Lena lips turned up into a scared smile, features twisted with discomfort and anxiety of the situation, a small, fake laugh following suit. "You were serious?"
"Do I honestly seem like the type of person who would joke?" She asked, tilting the younger woman's head up as she moved away from her neck, their eyes meeting as she undid another shirt button, exposing more of the expanse of skin below.
Lena's body had begun to shake as Amélie continued her actions, her mind on fire as she began ways of plotting escape from the overpowering woman's hold. But nothing seemed like it would work. With every new plot, plan, possibility that popped into her head, the more hopeless she became.
With its hold parting from the plastic buttons in her grip, the manager moved her hand, allowing the tip of her finger to trace along the brunette's exposed collarbones, Amélie soon bringing her lips down to the middle of her neck where her soft lips met Lena's sensitive skin. A quiet groan bubbled up from the back of her throat, head tilting back as she almost melted under the sensation. A blush began to creep its way across across her face as the growing wetness between her legs became more and more apparent.
The corner of Amélie's lip turned up in a slight smirk as she watched the other's reaction, pressing her knee further between Lena's thighs. As she continued, the other woman could feel her face heating up, a dark red painting her cheeks as she gasped quietly, color adding as her confusion regarding the situation only grew. Popping a few more of the buttons open, the older woman slipped her hand into the opening as she stroked the soft heated skin of Lena's side. With her free hand, the younger woman attempted to grab open sides of the shirt and attempting to close it from Amélie's touch.
The manager placed her lips back onto Lena's in an instant, curious to see that her reaction had changed since their first attempt, the younger woman kissing back at first; letting herself slip away in the moment of pleasure. It only took her a second to realize what she had done, the waitress too lost in the other's lips to immediately react; letting herself slip further away from reality. As the their lips remained locked together for those few moments, Amélie removed the loosened hold from Lena's wrist, allowing her now free hand to rest on the clothed curve of her waist as the other hand still trapped inside the shirt traced along the heated surface of her skin and around to her back, unlatching the hooked band of the younger woman's bra.
As the fabric began to slide down, the reality of the situation hit Lena once again, the woman immediately coming to her senses as she pulled away from the kiss, further removing herself from the loosened hold the other manager had on her.
Upon the repeated attempt to of escape from the other part, Amélie grabbed at the other woman's wrists yet again, her tight hold forcing them to the wall. "Do you really want to do that, you foolish girl?" She asked, her voice tight and strict, an eerie collected calmness lacing every word. Continuing her lack in ability to form speech, the other remain in the managers domineering grip, her power and authority towering over the waitress as she remained there, frozen and confused in her own world.
In a matter of moments, the older woman threw Lena's wrists down by her side, fingers now wrapping their way around the opened panels of her work shirt before stripping it off, the loosened straps of her bra following alongside it; pulling the fabric down and away from her, exposing her and leaving her chest completely naked. In the pale illumination of the overheard light of the office, Lena's heated and flawless skin glowed lightly, becoming more and more tempting by the moment as Amélie raked her eyes across it.
Completely open and exposed to the other's gaze, Lena instinctively pulled her arms over her chest, covering up the forced indecency as the other woman hid the slight swell of her breasts. As the struggle of compliance continued, Amélie's frustration only grew with each passing fight; the woman patience eroding away with every instance.
Amélie wrapped her slender fingers around the naked skin of Lena's shoulders, grabbing and holding her hard as the tips made deep indents into the other's flawless skin. She took a step back, moving the other woman along with her as she turned them both around; the grip soon turning into an open palmed pushed, as she sent the other woman falling backwards. Lena caught herself on the desk behind her, her fingers curling around the wood as her lower back made harsh contact with the blunt edge. As she held herself in place, the waitress watched as her higher up began closing the space between them yet again, her gaze eyeing up and down the dips and curves of her exposed chest, every detail it from the light dusting of freckles across her chest to the fullness of her breasts now out and in the open for her to see.
As the older woman loomed over Lena, she now placed her hands on her shoulders yet again, slowly pushing the woman back yet again, forcing her onto the empty desk behind her. "I told you that you didn't want to fight."
Despite the other woman's words, Lena found herself struggling slightly, still trying to get herself away and out of the situation forced upon her. Amélie grabbed at the younger woman's hands, holding her slender wrists together as she pinned them above the other's head. "Foolish," she muttered again, the manager now bending over the edge of the desk, soon grasping at a coil of rope that had been tied between the legs of the desk, the preparedness of her intentions becoming more and more apparent. Still holding tightly onto her wrists, Amélie pulled the rope taut to ensure there was no give before tying her hands together, fastening the bind under the desk so that the other woman's arms bent over the edge in a similar fashion.
The cold of the polished wood stung the exposed skin of Lena's back, the woman now squirming in her forced position as tugged at the ropes binding her to the surface; all hope being lost once the bind produced no give, no escape possible in sight. Her breathing had quickened over time, the adrenaline of the situation alighting her veins and nerves, producing the anxiety and stress that currently plagued the waitress in her given situation as her body alit.
Taking her time to move down, the clicking of her heels breaking the otherwise silent room with each slow step, the other woman allowing herself time to inspect the exposed, sprawled and controlled body of Lena, her eyes lethargically raking down and taking in every aspect. Lain down almost perfectly flat, the other woman's form remain on show to her, out for anyone to see, but remained for the manager's eyes only in the empty office. Amélie's narrowed eyes trailed down the taut skin of the younger woman, inspecting every dip and slant of her form; from the light indents of her ribs down to the dip of her protruding hip bones, the gentle curve disappearing below the her dark pants, blocked off from any further view.
The tips of her fingers made contact with the front button of Lena's pants, the button popping open almost instantly with little effort needed. In no time at all, the golden zipper of the dress slacks was undone, exposing the light blue of her underwear beneath. Despite the small, continuous struggles and pleas from the other party in attempt for her to stop, Amélie tucked her thumbs through the belt loops and her forefinger hooking its way into the waistband of her underwear as she pulled both items of clothing down; the squirming and movement of the other's hips only throwing her off slightly. The fabric collected around her ankles, only to be completely removed along with the dark dress shoes of her uniform, only for both items to be discarded on the floor as they fell.
Taking no time to hesitate, Amélie grabbed for one of Lena's leg, stretching it out on her the surface of the desk, bending over slightly to pull up a similarly wrapped and tied rope from one of the desk legs, looping it around the slim ankle before tying it tight; the action soon being copied with the last free limb. Once either limb was tied and knotted firmly to the opposite legs of the work station, the waitress found herself more revealed than she had been before, her lower half sprawled and stretched wide, leaving little to the imagination as her groin remain in full view; completely exposed.
Eyeing her handiwork, the manager couldn't help but smile a little, seeing the younger, smaller woman tied down perfectly, every part of her out in the open. She took a step up, the woman now bending over the desk at level with Lena's neck, going back to where she was before now that all distractions and any form of struggle was gone. As she placed a hand to caress the curve of her waist, the heated flesh of her stomach in distinct contrast of her chilled fingers, she brought her lips down once more to meet the skin of her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along the way.
As the kisses began to dip down, trailing the skin connected between her neck and upper chest, Amélie ranked the flats of her teeth along the flesh once more, closing around a portion as she bit harsh enough to illicit a surprised and pained gasp from her victim below. The tip of her tongue ran over the irritated flesh in a feeble soothing attempt before it was retreated, the skin then sucked harshly until the older woman was happy with it enough, removing her lips from their position only to be greeted with the dark spot staining the other's body; the blood brought towards the surface of the other's skin as it pooled in rounded, raised spots just below the top layer. This continued a few more times, more and more spots being left; the dark red and purple marks decorating and trailing down Lena's body in the least innocent and playful way, the private and personal territory of the other's chest being claimed by the manager in question.
Her free hand ran its fingertips along each bruise, feeling the raised and irritated skin as she them over each one. Amélie's eyes locked onto Lena's face as she continued her actions, the pad of her thumb pressing into one of the larger bruises, watching as the other's face contorted with pain, lips parting in a cry of pain; each one music to her ears, making her only want more. The corner of the manager's lips turned up in a small smirk each time she pressed, only to be greeted with the noise of discontent from the other partner. It was only a few times more until she decided she had had enough, taking only a moment to open a desk drawer and remove a light grey knitted scarf, immediately shoving it into the other's mouth, muffling her cries turned screams.
With no audible verbal protest left, Amélie continued, her fingertips sliding and grabbing into the exposed flesh of the other woman, leaving harsh indents and light pink trails where her long fingernails had scratched her, marring the otherwise perfect skin. Trailing her hands from the other woman's hips up her torso and to her chest, the manager took hold of one of her breasts, kneading the flesh deftly as each motion ended with a harshness that left bits of pain and pleasure to shoot through the waitress, the mixture of sensations only adding to the lost confusion of the situation. The older woman took the rosy flesh of Lena's nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud harshly as she continued her actions, making gains on her chest as the feat only continued to cloud the victim's mind. As she continued, her lips were brought down once more, planting light kisses to the marks previously left as if giving each one an apologetic message.
As her lips trailed up just between the line of her jaw and ear, Amélie's hands drifted down once again, her fingers running smooth lines along every dip and curve until they rounded over the curve of her hips, dipping their way in between her parted thighs. Lena's heart quickened as the manager's hand cupped the heated flesh of her middle, her fingertips running over the dampened folds as she felt along it in an almost playful manner.
Her touches only became increasingly playful, the tips of Amélie's fingers feeling only the outside as they caressed her lower lips, avoiding the small, hardened bud at the top that almost demanded her attention. With her mind clouded from the sensations and emotions of the given situation, the waitress found herself capable of finding her speech once more, muttering the manager's name, only to have the noise muffled from the woven fabric of the scarf gag; the meaning and understandability contorted.
Upon hearing this, Amélie had stopped with her advances, hand going still as she looked up, connecting her eyes with Lena's. "What is it?" she asked, removing her hand from its current position to remove the gag, ripping it out from between Lena's teeth as she looked at her silently. The younger woman began stumbling on her words, not expecting for the invading fabric to suddenly be removed, her mind still catching up to where they were. "What?" she asked again, growing impatient with the other's silent stumbling.
As Amélie watched Lena struggle to form a coherent message, she could feel the other's hips beginning to move, swiveling back and forth as they searched for friction once again, the previous pleasurable sensation now gone from the needy area. Words were not needed at that point; no direction from the other woman necessary as her body told the manager more than her flustered words could make out.
The older woman slipped her hand back in between Lena's legs, cupping the heated flesh of her crotch, allowing Lena the pressure she needed as she grinded against it. "How about I make you a deal?" She asked, her words pouring simply and smoothly from parted lips as her gaze left Lena's core and locked onto the browns of her eyes. "I'll allow you release if you do something for me later."
"What..What is it?" the younger woman stuttered out, only for no real answer to come.
"Do we have an agreement?"
Without any further questioning, Lena gave a small, feeble nod in agreement, the pleasurable pressure upon her core being too much to turn down.
With a simple press, Amélie slipped one finger into the wet heat of the waitress's opening, the slickness of the flesh proving to have no difficulty becoming acquainted with the foreign presence inside. For a better measure, a second finger joined the first, stretching the other's entrance slightly as the two digits slipped in fully, the younger woman's body enveloping them. Giving the other little to no time to adjust, Amélie began to thrust her fingers in and out, leaving and reentering the tight heat between Lena's thighs at a quick pace, entering a rhythm.
Taking almost no time at all, the pace began to pick up, the constant emptiness and re-stretching of her opening and insides beginning to cloud Lena's mind as quiet groans made their way past her parted lips, soft noises streaming out as the actions continued, only encouraging their continuation. A thumb was added to the mix, the soft, flat pad of it pressing onto the hardened nub of her clitoris. The older woman pushed it as she continued the thrusts, rubbing soft, tight circles into the pink bud of nerves.
As her eyes made their way down Lena's body yet again, Amélie's gaze rested upon the pink, rosy flesh between her thighs, watching as her fingers went in and out, disappearing into the younger woman below her. While her thrusts continued, she separated her fingers, stretching the other woman open further, watching as she squirmed from the sensation, quiet groans picking up in volume with every thrust.
In almost no time at all, Lena could feel her core tightening, a warm, pooling feeling growing, only demanding to be released. Her hips rocked forward, meeting Amélie's fingers at every thrust, pushing the tips deeper inside of her as she began to get closer and closer. The tight circles to the bud of nerves only picked up in pace, pressure being added as the speed increased.
When Lena had met her climax, her head threw itself back onto the desk as her body arched off of the surface; a loud, shaky sigh filling the air as her body had tensed up, only to have been released in an instant. Her legs apart from forced separation attempted to come together only to no avail; body soon falling limp back onto the desk as relief and exhaustion washed over her.
As the other's opening clenched tightly around her fingers, the entrance and walls pulsing around her to further signal release, Amélie withdrew her fingers, thick strands of clear fluid connecting itself between her and the other's moist opening. Upon parting them, the substance situated itself between her digits, creating a curtain of the other's sticky essence between her pointer and middle finger.
With the two fingers still parted, the manager wiped her hand off on Lena's inner thigh wordlessly, cleaning herself off of the other's fluids as they made sticky tracks along the supple flesh. She then placed her palms flat on the desk, hoisting herself onto the wooden surface as Amélie spread her legs, placing her bare knees on either side of the waitress's waist, the fabric of her pencil skirt riding up slightly. As she straddled the bare flesh of her torso, the manager reached down and placed an open palm on the side of Lena's face, caressing her cheek and jawline as her thumb traced over the curve, stopping its advancement on the side of her lip. "Now, make good on your promise." She muttered simply, her voice low, words dusted with lust.
The older woman situated herself higher up on the waitress below her, knees sitting on either side of her head as she lowered herself, the bare and naked flesh of her core resting only centimeters above her mouth. Lena did nothing, frozen in her place and from all action as she only stared at the other woman, unsure of what to do or how to approach it. Reaching down, Amélie long fingers weaved their way into the short mop of dark brown hair, grabbing a fistful as she forced the head up, mouth meeting her lower lips. "Now."
Meeting little to no resistance, the other complied; closing her eyes before doing as the other wished. She parted her lips, the pink of her tongue meeting the other's slick flesh on top of her, the taste and smell of the manager overpowering the younger woman's senses as she went to work, licking small circles into her folds. She switched from short, deliberate circles to long, flat strokes, to gentle sucks, each movement eliciting a rock of the other's hips, the older woman beginning to grind as the actions were continued.
In a matter of minutes, she had met her release, Amélie's eyes closing as she came without a word, body shaking silently as she came down from her high; a breath released slowly that she had been holding.
Just as quickly as she had finished, the manager removed herself from the desk, her heels clacking to the floor once more as she pulled the raised fabric of her dark pencil skirt back down. At every corner of her desk, she untied the binds that had held Lena in place, allowing the ropes to drop back to the ground as each limb became free, the woman regaining the movement that she had lost a while back.
Lena rolled her shoulders back as she brought her arms inwards towards herself, rubbing the soft skin of her wrists, a clear indent of where the ropes had been marred into it; stiffness brought on by the binds still with her.
"Get dressed." Amélie said plainly, planting herself into the leather of her office chair as she sat on the edge of it, fingers wrapping around the metal handle of one of the drawers before pulling out a file, setting it onto the empty space of desk in front of her; the manager getting back to the paperwork at hand as if nothing had happened.
She sat up on the hard surface of the desk, her hair still messy and spiked from their previous actions, her body still marred with all of its marks and indents. As she looked over the mess of her own body, Lena's eyes were distant, empty and emotionless as her mind exerted itself trying to wrap its way around what had happened, the situation almost beyond comprehension. Her feet made contact with the floor as she got off of the desk, the waitress bending down and over to grab the two small piles of clothes off of the floor only to slip them back on, covering up the hard evidence of what had just happened.
As Lena tucked her white shirt into the waistband of her dress pants, Amélie's gaze parted from the papers sprawled out in front of her, eyes stopping on the messed up locks of her dark brown hair; each part of it seeming to stick up in a different way. "Fix your hair." She said plainly, voice unamused, lacking any real emotion behind it. The younger woman pushed the palms of her hands down upon the raised bits, only for them to pop right back up slightly less messy. With a slight frown, the manager allowed her gaze to part from the disobeying locks, allowing it to run across the other's body to make sure at least everything else was in place. It only took a small mark peeking out just above the collar of Lena's shirt to make the corner of her lip turn up in a slight smirk.
Once her uniform had been put back into its proper place, Lena wasted no time to turn herself around, her back now facing the manager as she unlocked the door, closing it behind her as she made her way back out into the hallway. The rest of her shift continued that night, her mind elsewhere as her body ran on autopilot.
Author's (Alec) Notes: Happy New Year! JK, Thank god we aren't that late though. So finals are over and the Christmas event is here. I still need one more achievement for it. So I'm trying not to sound like a broken record here, but updates will get better and in honor of the holidays we will have some surprising to everyone who enjoys our fanfic. We love you all and we will update a lot sooner.
Side (Alec) Notes: We became friends with another author here. She has a story about Widowtracer as well and if you're interested you should check it out. 'Bound in the Spider's Web' by Pwib 'n Puff