Chapter 2

Jess Soniya beamed with pride as she stepped onto the stage for her curtain call. Clad in a long black gown, with scarlet lips and a pale face accentuated by white makeup, she looked every bit the part of a witch. Yet tonight, she had portrayed the iconic Lady Macbeth. In the front row, Julia Duncan sat entranced, her eyes fixed on Jess throughout the entire performance. She was irresistibly drawn to the daring slit in Jess’s dress, which offered tantalizing glimpses of her legs and the occasional sight of black pantie elastic at her hip, leaving Julia undeniably aroused.

Jess had been thrilled to hear that a minor celebrity was coming to see her perform, and afterwards, she eagerly introduced her to the other actors. “Julia, you must stay for a drink!” Jess gushed.

“Darling, what a privilege!” Julia replied with a smile, her tone carrying the exaggerated pride of a seasoned actress, followed by a lighthearted giggle.

Jess was fascinated to learn about Julia’s career—her struggles growing up in West London, her activism against racism—but when the conversation shifted to finance, Jess felt out of her depth. She wasn’t particularly knowledgeable on the subject, so she just giggled along, happily accepting more drinks.

Julia wondered if this girl, thirty years younger than her, had any inkling of her interest. Jess seemed so disarmed and open. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a crop top, and both she and Julia were getting a bit tipsy.

“Jess, my friend is an agent; he knows Tom Hardy,” Julia said with a smile, clearly wanting to pique Jess’s interest.

“Oh, wow,” Jess responded, trying to stay calm despite her excitement. “I was planning to have a cocktail with him,” Julia added, halfheartedly, “Let me know if you want to come.”

“Sure!” Jess quickly realized that other actors might be grateful for such an opportunity too. Lowering her voice, she said, “I can come along, sure,” ensuring the others weren’t listening.

Julia grinned. “One for the road?” she asked, ordering another pint.

Jess didn’t want to refuse, even though she had already drunk more than her slight frame was used to. Now, she was really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

In the taxi, Jess began to slur her words and giggle.

“Oh dear, Jess,” Julia grinned, knowing full well that she had no agent friend. She had been making it all up as she went along. Jess had no idea she had been hit on the entire night, but now, in her intoxicated state, she didn’t seem to mind the much taller woman’s hand resting on her thigh in the back of the taxi.

“Back to mine, I think. Let’s get some water and something to eat,” Julia suggested.

“OK,” giggled Jess. “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Tom Hardy, hahaha.”

Jess was too drunk and too naïve to realize that this older woman had a different kind of interest in her. She did nothing to resist as Julia’s hand slowly moved over the bare skin of her shoulders and lower back while she guided Jess into her apartment.

Jess was nearly collapsing, but Julia insisted on handing her another glass of whiskey.

“Darling,” Julia purred, her voice smooth and enticing, “I’m not sure when my friend will come...”

“Tom ... Tom Hardy is so hot,” Jess murmured abruptly, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to stay focused.

Julia ignored the interruption and continued, “Anyway, I need to vet his clients, informally, like a little game we have. Why don’t you do some acting for me now?”

“Sure,” Jess giggled, rising unsteadily to her feet. She stretched in front of Julia, lifting her arms and pulling her rib cage up, exposing her ribs and a flat, toned stomach. Julia grimaced, a wave of desire washing over her—did this little temptress have any idea what she was doing to her?

“I want you back in your Lady Macbeth costume,” Julia said, her tone playful but firm. “Come on, take those jeans off. I have something you can wear...”

Jess giggled, nearly stumbling as she removed her jeans, revealing a modest pair of low-rise black shorts.

“Such boring underwear,” Julia teased mockingly. “Here, put this on.” She handed Jess a skimpy black negligee.

“This ... doesn’t cover much,” Jess laughed nervously.

“Take your top off. It looks silly having so many clothes on top, darling,” Julia cooed, her voice dripping with persuasion.

“Are you sure about this?” Jess suddenly felt a bit alarmed, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind.

“Drink up,” Julia said more harshly. “Remember, the director is always right. You have to be prepared to do outlandish things to be great—that’s how I got this...” Julia gestured to the luxurious London apartment, a stark contrast to the cramped flat Jess shared with her mum.

“Okay,” Jess responded sullenly, draining the whiskey before pulling off her top. Now dressed only in her black bra and knickers, Jess noticed Julia’s eyes admiring her intently. Hesitantly, she slipped on the negligee, which barely covered her at all.

“Julia ... I...” The frightened girl looked down at the older woman, who was now looking at her like a hungry wolf. There was no agent, she understood that now. In a haze of confusion and drink, she knew she should get out.

“Give me a scene, come on, a soliloquy,” Gloria sat back and crossed her legs, letting her dress ride up, her eyes staring at the girl in front, drinking in her willowy pale thighs disappearing under the scandalously low negligee.

“I should go...” The girl bent down to pick up her jeans, but Julia snatched them away, scattering her phone and cards everywhere.

“Julia,” Jess gasped, her brown eyes huge with terror.

“Don’t fucking get that way with me, you little bitch,” Julia spat at her, standing up, snatching her phone out of her hands, then gripping her hair.

“Do you know who I am, what I had to do to get where I am? Lazy little floozies like you who think they can waltz in here and have my stuff, drink my alcohol, and not put out—what did your mother teach you?”

On hearing about her mother, Jess began to cry.

“Stop fucking crying. You’re an actor, act! Come on!” Julia softened and stroked her hair, fixing it back. “There, you’re so pretty, I don’t want to damage you. Now, just pretend. Does Lady Macbeth do any nice dances, does she?”

“No, it’s a play, it’s not ... it’s not that kind of play.” Jess had her hand between her legs now, very aware of the towering woman who engulfed her.

“But you do kiss Macbeth, don’t you? You didn’t like it, did you? Thinking the actor was a creep?”

“Yeah,” Jess suddenly broke down crying. She wished she had stayed with the other actors. She had felt uncomfortable kissing her fellow actor, but nothing as bad as this.

“You’re young, Jess,” Julia played with the strands of her hair as she stroked the cheeks of her face. “You have to learn to do things you don’t want to at first, but that can help you. You have something others want, so why not share it?”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about! I want to get out, I want to go home!”

“You want ... you want...” Julia mocked her little girl voice. She tutted. “I wanted a lot of things when I was nineteen. I didn’t get them. I had to work hard. Hard work brings rewards. Not being such a crybaby little girl. You’re not a crybaby, are you, Jess?” She tipped Jess’s face up, and the girl looked up at her, tears flowing down her face.

“Erm ... no,” Jess said in a small voice, her eyes pleading now.

“Good, time to be a woman, Jess, not a little girl! Now, I do apologize. I think you are a little uncomfortable, aren’t you? Huh? A little teeny bit uncomfortable?” Julia smiled at her and raised her eyebrow.

“No ... no ... I,” muttered Jess. She was uncomfortable; she wanted to scream, run out of here, and go home. She had never felt this uncomfortable in her entire life.

“I think you are...” said Julia. “I think you are not telling me, but it’s OK, I like timid girls. Here, let me make you more comfortable. Have more of this...” She poured her another glass of whiskey. “And I’ll play some music.”

Jess took the drink and looked at it. She rarely drank but knew she had no choice; maybe it might help? She sipped it, shoulders bunched up, feeling so exposed, looking at Julia with her phone in her hands, placing it behind some speakers, then turning on some low salsa, then turning back and smiling.

“I remember you told me you liked salsa. I hope you weren’t lying then, were you, Jess?”

“No ... no, I wasn’t.” Jess loved salsa but felt defensive about everything being said to her.

“I think I know why you’re uncomfortable. You’re so exposed...” Julia trailed her fingers along the hem of her negligee, up her thighs. “And I’m so clothed...” Julia took the straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. She then sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs, her arms over each cushion. Jess wanted her to put it back on. She did not know what to make of this—Julia’s fleshy but toned body, her muscular long arms, strong thighs, and full breasts bursting out of her black bra and black thong riding high on her hips.

“If you’re too shy to act, you can dance for me. Come on, Jess, move around the room. Let me see how you do it. You see, I’m not much of a dancer. I want to see you first before I try. Come on, relax and feel the music.” She smiled at the girl, willing her to just let go.

Jess moved mechanically, not like Julia knew she could from watching her on social media. She hungrily eyed her crotch flashing as her legs moved and her negligee rose up her hips. Julia moved one hand inside her bra and massaged her hard nipple, while the other hand went to her thong, inside the material, and began rubbing her pussy.

Jess saw her and was shocked at her face, transformed from the friendly, avuncular woman she had seen online and with her other friends tonight, into an animalistic, lustful creature. What was she doing with her hands?

“Sorry ... no ... I can’t do this,” Jess hid her face in disgust and tried to stride towards the speakers, where her phone was, and close to where Julia had thrown her jeans. Julia leaped up and blocked her way. Jess was shocked; it felt like confronting a man. She was only at chest height, and her face was almost pressed against Julia’s cleavage.

“You’re an actress, Jess, come on.” Julia rubbed her face, smiling at her, gripping her cheeks, playfully rubbing her nose. “How you kiss Mr. Macbeth, do that now, do it to me, come on.”

Jess’s heart was beating a mile a minute. “OK, but after this, can I go? I need to get home, my mum will wonder where I’ve been.”

“You told your mom you were staying out at your friend’s, remember?”

“Err, yeah, but my friends will think...”

“They’ll think you’ve gone to your mom.” Julia smiled and squeezed her waist, then hugged her tight. “You see, this way, you can spend your night here, and nobody has to know anything—our little secret, right?” Julia’s mouth hovered over Jess’s face, who was now shaking.

“But ... I want to ... I want to go home...” Jess tried to look away, anywhere but at the expanse of dark flesh confronting her, the large lips of Julia, and her searching eyes as she looked at her.

“We all want to go home, Jess. It’s late; you can go home tomorrow. For now, don’t be silly. Now, don’t cry, remember you’re not a crybaby, right?” Julia wiped her tears away, then leaned down and kissed her.

“Oh ... you’re so sweet, baby,” Julia kissed her again and gripped Jess’s hair and back. “Come on, darling, you’re not on stage now, tongue, tongue!”

Jess felt nauseous at the invasion of this woman’s tongue into her mouth, the slippery eel invading every nook and cranny of her mouth like a large fish.

“Tongue, God, girl, do you need to be trained?” Julia gripped Jess’s buttocks and twisted the flesh. Jess obliged, closing her eyes, and ran her tongue inside Julia’s mouth.

Julia was completely absorbed in the sensation of Jess’s taste, her hands wandering over every part of her body. “Good girl, now let’s not have any more complaints, OK?” she said softly. “Since I’m down to just my bra and panties, it’s only fair that you are too. Let’s get you out of this little outfit.” She gently slid the negligee off Jess’s shoulders, and Jess’s resistance seemed to fade.

“That’s a good girl,” Julia purred, kissing Jess again as she guided her down onto the sofa, her hands caressing Jess’s slender legs, her slim waist, and then over her bra.

“You’re so petite, such a delicate little thing,” Julia remarked with a chuckle, her fingers tracing along Jess’s ribs. “Do you like my body, Jess?” Jess remained tense, unable to meet Julia’s gaze. “Y-yes...”

“What do you like about me?” Julia asked, intrigued.

“Your ... breasts?” Jess stammered, unable to look away from them. “Oh really? Thank you, Jess,” Julia responded, genuinely pleased. “When you first asked for my number, I was a bit concerned—I thought I might be too old for you. But when you invited me out tonight, I was sure you wanted this...”

“But I didn’t mean...”

“You have such a beautiful young body, Jess. Thank you for making me feel at ease,” Julia continued warmly. “You hardly need that bra. Let me take it off for you...”

Jess wanted to cry out, to say that she didn’t want this, that she didn’t have any feelings for Julia. But she felt paralyzed, so she remained still as Julia unclasped her bra, letting the fabric fall away, exposing her breasts to the cool air.

Her pale, delicate breasts were so different from Julia’s fuller, darker ones, her small, light nipples contrasting with Julia’s prominent dark brown ones.

“Hmm ... that’s better, so much freer.” Julia murmured before kissing Jess again and then lowering her mouth to Jess’s nipples, gently sucking on them.

Jess looked around the room at the expensive furnishings and her clothes scattered on the floor, wondering how it had come to this. She had only been with two boys before and had never been interested in girls. How had it gotten to this point? Just an hour ago, she had thought Julia was so cool, had felt proud to be with her, to show her off. How had she not realized that Julia was coming on to her? She berated herself—of course, maybe she had been leading Julia on without meaning to. But she hadn’t intended for any of this to happen. Could she get out of this? Or was it just a terrible mistake she would have to endure?

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as she looked down and saw Julia’s face just inches away, staring up at her. In stark contrast to Jess’s fear and confusion, Julia’s eyes were wide and gleaming, her lips parted in a broad, toothy smile, with a hint of her tongue caught between her teeth. Her eyes flitted back and forth, searching Jess’s own, as if trying to read her thoughts. Jess could feel the warmth of Julia’s breath on her face, the larger woman’s features—her strong cheekbones, full lips, and intense gaze—washing over her.

“Do you want to see my tits, Jess?” Julia asked.

“I ... I don’t need to ... it’s OK...” Jess stammered.

“Well, I want to show them to you, so why don’t you look and let me know what you think?”

Julia unclasped her bra, letting her large, firm breasts spill out. They were huge and full, with large areolas and dark nipples. Julia giggled.

“We’re so different—you’re so skinny, and I’m ... curvaceous, I like to say,” she giggled again. “Maybe that’s why you fancy me. Opposites attract, right? That’s why you’re here. Do you like me, Jess?”

“Ye—yes, I like you, but...”

“Oh good! That’s good,” Julia said, brushing her hair back as she slid a finger into Jess’s mouth. “Because I like you ... a lot. Hey, why don’t you feel them?” She guided Jess’s hand to cup her breasts. They were heavy and meaty, so different from Jess’s own.

“Now suckle...” Julia instructed, and Jess complied hesitantly.

“Oh ... yes, babe, that feels so good!” Julia gripped the back of Jess’s head, pulling her closer as her mouth filled with the flesh of Julia’s breasts. “Suck them, come on ... have you ever been with a girl before, Jess?”

Jess broke away and said simply, “No, I’m not gay.”

Julia pulled her back against her chest. “Haha, you’re only nineteen—you’ll learn. I’ll make your first time special. Keep suckling ... now the other nipple ... good girl!”

“Can I ... can I go to the bathroom?” Jess begged, eager for a break to gather herself.

“Of course, darling, let me show you.” Both women, now just in their panties, stood up. Julia took Jess by the hand and led her out of the living room. Jess was startled by their reflection as they passed a mirror—the contrast between them, her own naked timidty stark against Julia’s confident posture. As they walked by the speakers, Jess stopped.

“Um, can I take my phone with me? I just need to check my messages.” Julia chuckled and took the phone herself. “Who? Who do you want to message?”

“Just my friends and my mom,” Jess said meekly.

“I think it might be a little embarrassing, especially on our first date, to let them know you’re spending the night here, wouldn’t it, Jess?” Julia looked at her with innocent eyes, holding the phone against her chest. “Open your messages and let me read them.”

“Oh ... in that case, I don’t need to...”

“Jess! You’re my guest. I just want to see what you’re sending to people. Now, open your phone up. I promise I won’t send anything until you tell me to.”

Jess swallowed nervously and gave the code. Julia opened up her WhatsApp. “Who’s Agnieszka? That cute blonde at the bar?”

“Yeah,” Jess replied.

“She’s just jealous,” Julia smiled. “OK, type out a message to your mom saying you’re with Agnieszka, and a message to Agnieszka saying you went home. Come on, babe, you don’t want them worrying, do you? You’re spending the night here, so just let your mom and your friend sleep a little easier. You can come out to them another time.”

“I’m not gay though...”

“Well, girls like you don’t have to advertise that they’re having fun either,” Julia said tersely. “Come on, type the messages out. Let me see.”

Jess typed out the messages, hoping they would satisfy both Julia and put her mom and friend at ease. After all, it was her fault anyway; she didn’t want to worry them unnecessarily. She would endure this and go home tomorrow and deal with it then.

“Good girl! Now, on to the bathroom...”

“Can I have my phone back?”

“You young girls spend too much time on your phones. I’ll keep it somewhere safe and charging for tonight. You just worry about freshening yourself up. And if you’re going to the toilet...” Julia hooked her thumbs under Jess’s knicker elastic and yanked them down to her ankles. “You won’t need these on. Come on, step out!”

“Julia ... I’m...” Jess stammered, covering her crotch with her hands, shielding the thin patch of black hair above her pussy. “Don’t be shy, darling! But do be clean! Feel free to use my toothbrush ... don’t take too long, though...” Julia kissed her again, turned her around, slapped her bottom, and gently pushed her into the bathroom.

Jess felt a fleeting sense of safety, but in this unfamiliar environment, she wondered how long it would last. She looked around, but there was no escape; she was naked, and the bathroom offered no refuge. She sat down, peed, and fretted. What could she do? What excuse could she make?

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. “Jess, babe, I’m waiting. If you’re a bit shy, I can help you. There’s some vaginal cleaning product by the sink if you want to freshen up down there—not that you don’t seem sweet enough! But if you’re nervous, I can help you. Come on, babe, open the door!”

Jess quickly responded, “It’s OK, I’m coming out...”

She didn’t want Julia to start getting impatient, so she opened the door, but Julia just stood in the doorway and then pushed her back inside, locking the door behind her.

“God, I have to pee so bad!” Julia exclaimed as she sat down on the toilet and tinkled into the bowl, while Jess awkwardly stood there, having to watch. “I should go out, sorry...”

“No, babe, stay,” Julia said, reaching out and holding her hand, smiling at her. Jess was frozen in place, the awkward silence only broken by the sound of pee hitting the toilet bowl.

After an excruciating minute, Julia wiped and stood up, flicking her thong off her ankle. She grabbed a toothbrush and began brushing her teeth while Jess sat on the edge of the bath, trying not to be transfixed by Julia’s large black ass shaking and vibrating as she brushed her mouth. “Did you brush your teeth too, babe?”