AN: It's been so long since I updated this, so I felt as if I sort of lost my narrative voice for the story. But then I remembered that it's my story, and I can write it anyway I want, lol. I haven't abandoned this though, because I have it all outlined and scripted, and my stubbornness knows no bounds. Thank you all for your support, and feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
better than therapy, and costs just as much
"You must be so lonely in this big house." M said once she had taken in the expanse of the space surrounding her. Everything in sight was spotless and looked so expensive while going in through the mayor's back door, through a kitchen that didn't even have a dirty dish, and into another room, and then another, then finally she stopped leading the younger woman once they got to a living room. There was a couch and a fireplace, and most importantly a small bar, some bottles full of brown liquors, which was particularly making M's mouth water.
She would never show it, but the call girl was nervous. Not when they were out in the car, she was in complete control then, but now that she was in the mayor's space, it took some cards out of her hands. M usually didn't get invited to mansions for night caps, and most of her clients were working class with wives at home, and that was just fine for her, quick and easy. Regina though, she was very different than any other client. It was one of the reasons why she was so appealing to the call girl, because quick and easy can get cheap and boring. Regina spelled out something new and exciting for M, she just hoped that the mayor didn't end up being some secret mass murderer or something.
Though once M broke the silence with her observation, Regina glanced away with an obviously nervous smile that put the girl at ease a bit.
"I keep myself busy." She mumbled, while she turned away and went over to the bar. "Drink?" Regina offered, and the other woman didn't need to be asked twice, nodding while two glasses of whiskey were poured. M could smell it as soon as it was opened, the liquor was so rich. There were some definite perks of hooking up with a mass murder, she supposed with an internal shrug.
Once the mayor handed her a glass, she was quick to drink it all down like it was a shot, feeling it scorch along her throat, but the feeling was bright and hot. It warmed her up and blurred all the sharp edges. She needed to be loose for this part.
Regina on the other hand just took a small sip, and stared at M while the girl drank her glass. Deep brown eyes were a bit wide from the sight of the other woman's now empty glass. After a quick and subconscious shudder from such sudden effect of the alcohol, she wiped the corner of her red lips, a little moisture from the drink collected by her thumb, then put it in her mouth and sucked clean. She was sure she just smeared her lipstick, but with the way the mayor was just enamored by her mouth, it was worth it. Staring with such hunger. The older woman had been skirting glances to M's lips since the moment they had met, and she noticed every time.
"No kissing." M said suddenly, causing Regina to shake herself out of the trance and look up to the other woman with questioning eyes.
"What?"
"Not on the lips." She clarified, but now was as good a time as any for a breakdown on what was expected in return from her clients. Not that she really expected a repeat visit from Mayor Mills, not someone as goody two shoes and uptight as the older woman was putting off in waves. "It's a rule, and I don't make exceptions, not even for beautiful mayors." She fluttered her eye lashes for good measure, a crooked smile flashing at the mayor.
And after a very long moment;
"Any other rules?"
"Money up front." The response was given with a rehearsed confidence, and maybe it was the tone or maybe the words that seemed to bring a dose of reality to the mayor, causing her to take a generous drink from her glass, cheeks brightened because of it.
"This is such a bad idea." Regina croaked, throat still abused from the sharp sting of alcohol, turning and going back to the small bar to put her glass down. M rolled her eyes lightly and followed suit, sliding up behind the other woman. The call girl refused to let the whole damn night be wasted. Work had been slow, and she needed the money.
"Hey, come on now…" She started with a comforting tone, setting her glass down next to Regina's, and gently ran her hand up the arm of an expensive suit coat. M saw her tense, but other than that she didn't pull away, only turned slowly to look at the younger woman. "Look at it this way, if we went out on a date, you'd have to pay for dinner and a movie and gas and all that, right? All for the chance that you might be able to take me home." M finished off suggestively, making the mayor blush in turn, and the other woman really did get a kick out of making her blush. She gave a lopsided smile before continuing. "Now, we just cut out the middle man. You want to take me, then take me."
She took a step closer, and Regina took a step back, her hips knocking into the bar slightly.
"…H-How much?"
"Two hundred for an hour." Then she paused, glancing behind the other woman. "And maybe another drink?" She wasn't used to the finer things, and M wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
Regina finally nodded slightly, reaching into her blazer pocket and pulling out the wad of cash that was offered to M earlier. She had grabbed it from the car visor when they pulled up to the house. The mayor shuffled though the cash, separating through what she needed with shaky hands, because the other woman wasn't backing up to give her anymore space, their bodies almost touching. Until finally, she had the two hundred out as an offering.
"I'm sure I don't have to talk to you about discretion." She whispered, some fear in her voice.
M smiled wide, and a bit predatory, as she slowly took the money from the older woman.
"Don't worry, Mayor Mills. I can keep a secret." With a wink, the money was pocketed in her white coat, and then her hands moved up to its zipper. "Now tell me…" The call girl felt Regina's eyes on her every move, while she pulled the zipper down and slid her jacket off her shoulders. It hit the ground and the mayor's eyes widened almost comically. All M was left wearing once the white coat was gone, was a simple black bra, contrasting nicely with the black skirt and pale skin. "What do you want to do to me?" Her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one side, she waited for Regina to confess her dark desires, or give some embarrassed demand, but the other woman didn't say anything. As if she had lost the ability for speech all together. This was going to be harder than she originally thought, but M really enjoyed the idea of a challenge. She strived for change, constant difference that brought new experiences.
Finally Regina cleared her throat, her eyes skirting between M's bra to her mouth.
"Another drink."
Tilting her head slightly in agreement had her take a few steps back to give the other woman room to freshen up her own drink, and pour a whole new one for M. They both clinked glasses in a mock show of class and civility, and the call girl took a generous drink, but not as generous as last time, letting the burn linger while she kept her eyes lingering on the mayor. Regina was barely touching her drink, but letting it distract her gaze at least, watching the ice mix with the amber liquid as she rotated the glass in her hand. They had been side stepping and wasting time, and patience wasn't something M had an abundance of, but damned if there wasn't something about this woman that caused an unfamiliar calm to settle over her. She was stunning—breathtaking almost—hidden under such conservative suits and plain make up, hidden under all those insecurities and fear of social consequence, but there was chaos behind those pools of brown eyes though, something so close to being tapped into. Chaos sounded terribly enticing to her.
Also the thrill of having one of the most powerful people in town wanting her was not lost on M.
"A big lonely house, a big office for you to do your big important job at." Regina looked up at the other woman at her words. "You put a lot of space around you." She spoke as if it was just a casual observation, but the intent was apparent when M put her half empty glass back down, and closed the space between them as if she never left. Regina was less taken aback by it this time though, allowing her glass to be gently taken from her and placed on the bar behind them. Then M's hand slid into the mayor's open blazer, brushing against the front of her chest. That did cause Regina to jerk and gasp in surprise, but otherwise she allowed it as M continued moving up her shoulders to gently slide the blazer down her arms and to the floor where the younger woman's jacket was discarded. "That way people can't reach you from way over there, can they?"
Regina opened her mouth, about to respond or maybe protest the insinuation that she knew anything about her, but M didn't really give her ample time to process from one action and phrase to another, as her hands raised up to the buttons on Regina's blouse, chipped nails working them open slowly, each time the older woman's breath caught and grew faster. The swell of her breasts came into M's view, and she couldn't seem to look at anything else. She raised fingers to trace the dark skin, starting at her collar bone and moving down to the top of a flesh colored bra, feeling arousal starting to build up in the younger woman's lower stomach.
"I don't know what I want." Regina whispered suddenly, not distracting M from her task, but she did smile slightly at that.
"But isn't that what makes it exciting?" Another button undone, and this time when her hand moved to brush against the other woman's chest, it wasn't as subtle. It was with purpose, moving along the curve of her breasts. "Not knowing?"
"It's terrifying." The mayor admitted, even as she leaned into the touch. Fingers inched higher to trail along the slope of her neck, and leaning into her so that the M's mouth was against her ear, a quick tongue moving out to trace the shell of Regina's ear, and listening to the gasp it created.
"I know what you want though, and that's the best part." The wet words hit her ear, soft and slow. "You're like a big bright neon sign in the road, easy to read and…" She trailed off, getting lost in her own thoughts of dark skin against pale, thoughts of chaos and colored clouds of smoke swirling around them and leaving something new and exciting in its wake. "And you make the fog clear." She didn't know why she said that last part, eyes closed against Regina's temple, and getting lost in the sensory instead of the game.
She opened her eyes and moved back from Regina to gain more focus. The other woman's brown eyes were as clouded as her head felt though, something about this woman. Something dangerous and yes, even terrifying.
"You want to kiss me?" M asked suddenly. Regina nodded almost immediately, still enraptured by this woman and the words that seemed to resonate in her bones.
"Then kiss me." She smirked, tilting her head away and exposing a long pale neck, the scent of her perfume gaining new life between them, a sweet poison that smelled like apples, and Regina's mouth went over the spot perfectly. Though the word obedience would feel wrong. Maybe instinct. Moth to a flame. Lips lingered but barely touched. Skin ghosting over skin and the younger woman felt a shiver go through her from the feeling, the breath of the mayor feeling hot against the chill of the night. That heat turned scorching when her mouth covered her more completely, placing an open mouth kiss to M's neck. It burned. It made the younger woman feel dizzy for a brief moment.
Moth to a flame.
Her eyes closed at the feeling, one hand snaking its way in Regina's hair, urging and soothing. When the faintest hint of teeth came against the tendon in M's neck, she gasped and her knees nearly buckled. The younger woman's eyes fluttered open, needing to be much more focused and much less affected, despite how it seemed to fuel Regina on, her arms wrapping around M's waist, fingers spread out along her bare shoulder blades. Shivers ran through her, while she walked back a few paces, hand still buried in the other woman's hair, and led both of them away from the bar that was covered in breakable glass and started to shift their movements more towards a side desk against the wall that looked as if it was for decoration more than anything.
"You want to feel good." M spoke through a moan, feeling Regina pause and move to be face to face with her once more.
"You're like something—" Regina was interrupted as M gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her up to the edge of the desk that they had found themselves against, and it only took a quick fluid motion. She was stronger than she looked, and the older woman was taken aback by the action. Anyone can fuck in a bed though, which is exactly what the call girl's smirk spelled out. After settling and gathering her bearing, Regina finished her thought. "Like something I made up in my head." She spoke breathlessly, and M's smirk faltered. "Something I imagined."
"The girl I remind you of. The one that's not real." It wasn't much of a question, or even a statement. Just words floating along the space between their lips, burning up between the heat of their bodies as the younger woman moved Regina's knees apart to make room for her hips.
"She has your eyes." She whispered, making something twinge inside of the other woman. Not so much a pain, but more of a pull. Pulling her through the fog.
M started to move her hands slowly along the outside of Regina's thighs, keeping their eye contact as they both got lost in the feeling of touching and being touched. Fingers moving past the material of her skirt, and roaming over the seam of her thigh high stockings.
"Does she have my hands?" M asked in a whisper that is only meant for their ears, and it made the muscles in Regina's thigh tighten and her breath quickened. Hands went higher and she finally caught her fingers on the mayor's underwear, pulling them down long legs. She wished she had pockets so she could keep the panties as a souvenir, because that would be one hell of a trophy. Maybe framed above her bed. As it was though, other things seemed more pending, like the way Regina's breasts fit so perfectly in M's hands, her body already responding so well that foreplay seemed appealing but not necessary.
The mayor mentioned that it had been awhile, and M thought it was an understatement.
Or there really was something about M that drew Regina to her, and it wasn't just some clichéd release of sexual repression.
The girl that wasn't real.
"Does she have my mouth?" M said with a sinfully velvet tone, causing the older woman's eyes to focus on her and then widen as M lowered to her knees.
Something about this woman.
She knew what Regina wanted. She didn't want to be dominated or consumed by this chaos, but she wanted to be able to give into it, to let it exist without fear of it hurting her. Regina wanted it to make her feel good. To let her just feel something. M knew what she wanted, because they had that in common.
Between the mayor's legs, she placed long lingering kisses along the inside of the her thighs, making sure to leave lipstick marks on otherwise unmarked skin. Leave a little reminder that she was here. She urged Regina more towards the table's edge, while pushing her skirt up more along her waist, and the sight of her so open and ready for M was enough to bring her to her knees if she wasn't already.
"You're so beautiful." The whisper felt like M's thoughts gaining its own voice, but it wasn't her that said it, it was Regina. She looked up to mayor, and saw her captivated and lips parted, body swaying with her quick and shallow breathing.
She moved her lips to place a soft and slow open mouth kiss against the ache that had been fueling Regina for weeks now, and M felt how much it had building, strong and wet on her tongue as it flicked out against Regina's clit. The action caused the older woman to gasp and buck a bit against her lips, causing M to moan and move in for the kill. She lifted tan legs over her shoulders so that there would be an unobstructed path to her prize, already feeling the back of expensive heels digging into her back and urging M closer.
Her mouth's soft and slow pace didn't last long, being urged on by Regina's arousal that seemed to unfold like a flower, layer after layer. An untapped faucet, but when M opened her up; she was like waterfalls. A part of her expected Regina to close her eyes once she got comfortable in her own rhythm, imagining whatever fantasy she wanted, whoever she wanted between her legs instead of the call girl. She didn't though, that dark brown kept locked on wide green eyes as she looked up at the mayor, and the closer she got to climaxing, the bolder she became, moving fingers in her short hair, and pushing her hips against the rhythm of M's tongue. The only time they did break eye contact was when Regina fell apart against the other woman's mouth, legs shaking and a silent cry twisting her features.
She took her time then, closing her own eyes, and taking a moment to enjoy the taste in her mouth and the feeling of sexual energy humming around them. The warmth of Regina's thighs faded though, as the mayor pulled her legs away slowly and closed them. M stood up with her lazy smirk in place, feeling pretty satisfied with herself. The call girl wasn't unfamiliar with the female form, but she certainly didn't have any other clients who were women, so it was nice to know she still had a knack.
M's thumb swiped across her bottom lip, then put it in her mouth to suck off the moisture it collected.
"You taste like wine." She commented with a hum. "I could drink you up all night…" M's voice trailed off though when she noticed Regina wasn't looking at her, avoiding it actually, the older woman's hands gripped tightly at the edge of the desk. "Are you okay?"
The question made Regina cringe, as she looked focused at the floor.
"No." But before M could ask any follow up questions, she finished; "Please, just leave."
It wasn't a surprising reaction, once the client comes the shame comes too. The call girl had seen it so often, she shouldn't be surprised. And the she wasn't—No, surprise wasn't really the word she was looking for.
Hurt. Maybe it hurt a little.
Which was ridiculous, and so she pushed it out of her mind almost instantly, even though it wasn't really quick enough. So the emotion had time to settle and nest, long enough to be identified, but M was two hundred dollars richer had the rest of her night free to spend it.
The younger woman stepped back from her after a moment too long, and went to grab her coat. Thinking her shot for a long term client was already gone, she also grabbed Regina's abandoned glass of liquor, drinking it fast before swinging her jacket back on and walking out.