Part 4

Chapter 10: Where the wild wind blows

Morning dawned in the small motel room; a morning like no other, it was the first morning of her new life. Happy and secure Joyce showered and went down for a bite of breakfast. She actively piled food onto her plate, all her appetites seemed to be enhanced not just the nocturnal ones. She sat at the small table and began to eat; suddenly an argument erupted at the table beside her. The attractive blue-eyed man shouted to his companion.

"Well if that's the way you feel Lesley, get your own way to New York"

"Keep your voice down people are looking, I just said that I'd need sometime to think about things" She replied, in a barely audible whisper.

"Yup, and I just proposed - well forget it I don't need you or your feeble excuses!"

So saying he stood and stormed out of the restaurant. Lesley called after him.

"But you haven't paid, my purse is in the pick ups cab, Mike, MIKE!"

She ran to the door, as it opened the loud squealing of tires signalled Mike's hurried departure. Lesley dropped her shoulders, turned and walked back to her recently vacated seat. Her head fell slowly into her hands, and Lesley wept bitterly. A waitress appeared beside the distraught girl.

"Is that right honey, you can't pay? You've got $12.50 outstanding!" the uncompromising voice enquired.

"Uh, no, he just left with all my cash & cards, I'm sure he'll be back, I hope" the girl replied brushing away the tears from her cheeks.

"Fine, in the meantime there are some plates you can start washing out back, while you wait, just in case lover boy don't show!"

The girl stood meekly responding to the barked order. This was just too much! Joyce spoke up.

"Aren't you being a bit hard on her, you must have heard what just happened?" she demanded.

"And what's it to you stumpy, I run my business as I want!" came the curt reply.

"I'll pay, $12.50 wasn't it, with my $7.50 that's twenty bucks, and there you go! By the way I would rather be short, than be you!"

Joyce responded her nostrils flaring with indignation. The waitress snatched the money.

"Why thank you so much, now OUT! Both of you, and don't come back!"

Outside Lesley thanked Joyce shakily.

"Look I'll find a way to pay you back, I just need to get to my bank and sort things, and can I have your address?"

"Look Lesley I live in New York, do you want a lift there; then you can sort things out and pay me, if really you want to?" Joyce queried.

"Oh, no you've done enough, and I really should wait for Mike!" the girl responded.

"You really think he's coming back, well - if you're sure..." Joyce reached into her car and pulled out one of her business cards.

"Well, could you hang on a while I really don't want to be stuck here, and I'm not so certain about Mike any more..." Lesley's voiced trailed off into more tears.

"I can't wait, I really need to get back - a colleague expects to pick up something from me today" Joyce pulled the drivers door to.

"See you, good luck - I hope for both your sakes Mike comes to his senses"

"Wait, thanks I'll come!"

Lesley hopped around to the passenger door and slid into the vacant seat. Glancing left Joyce saw the reason for the rapid reversal, the waitress, mop in hand stood glaring from the door of the restaurant!

Two of the exhausted participants of last night's long distance orgy lay asleep in the secretion fragranced bedroom, their limbs still lovingly entwined. So deep was the slumber that even the increasingly frantic pounding on the door was insufficient to wake them. Nothing it seemed could make them stir. On the doorstep the attractive redhead grew impatient, this was the last address e-mailed to Gina as a job, her van was parked just up the street, and she had to be here!

Finally Frankie's fist grew weary; she turned and slumped her back against the door, in resignation. She decided on her plan of attack, she would return home, pick up some tools and come back, if there was still no reply - she'd break-in; Gina might need her! Frankie swung her practiced leg over the saddle of the Harley and disappeared in a flash of rubber and leather up the road.

Lesley wound down the window and let the breeze from the freeway lift her black hair and blow the fringe from her forehead.

"What made you do that?" she asked Joyce.

"What?" Joyce queried.

"Step in when most people would turn away, help out someone you don't even know?"

The girl asked, above the sound of the wind whipping past her.

"Same thing happened to me once, but his name wasn't Mike, it was Bill, I told him I had too many work commitments - he too went ape shit!"

Joyce replied with a tinge of regret

"Small world!" Lesley quipped.

"Smaller minds" laughed Joyce.

A few splashes of rain hit Lesley, so she wound up the window, and relaxed back into the seat of the big old Ford.

Idly she toyed with her hair, wondering just what had started to turn her on. It was really inconvenient but she felt the real "hots" for her body, and the desperate need to do something about it was growing by the mile. Ten minutes passed and they slid into a tunnel, Lesley knew this road; it wasn't going to be completely dark in the car, but a lot less obvious, and the way she was feeling a couple of good strokes on her clit might just make her come. Lesley shifted her legs slightly apart and covertly slipped her left hand down her jeans, pressing hard into the damp delta of her weeping lips. It felt glorious, just little longer and she would silently explode.

"Are you O.K.?"

Joyce's voice burst into her dark sensual world. Lesley opened her eyes to unexpected broad daylight, her hand shot out of its velvet prison and onto her denim lap.

"Oh shit, this is so embarrassing, how long have we been out of the tunnel?" a small timid voice enquired.

"Around about five minutes" Joyce replied.

"Ah then you know what..." Lesley's voice cracked on the edge of tears.

"I know stress affects us all differently, I get sleepy, you, it seems get horny?" Joyce smiled.

"Not usually, just here with you, OH GOD NO, I didn't mean that I'm not gay or anything!" Lesley's voice raised an octave.

"Its O.K., I'm cool, just do what you feel, and I won't look again!"

Joyce replied turning her eyes back to the road ahead.

"Are you sure I mean I really need to, you know..." Lesley asked in amazement.

"I meant what I said, look after your desires!"

Joyce replied without moving her steady line of vision. Almost immediately Lesley's hand re-acquainted itself with the slippery bud that beat against her pants, she sighed deeply as her fingers fell into a familiar circling teasing motion. Two feet away Joyce stared out of the windscreen; her face was an image of wicked lasciviousness.

Frankie powered her frame over the none-to-secure gate and into the rear garden of the apartment block; she scouted around for an easy access point to the property. There was no sign of an easy way into the ground floor, the small crowbar balanced in her hand for a second before the glass mosaic on the back door window imploded into the kitchen. Carefully Frankie used the thick sleeve of her leather jacket to clean the dangerous spikes from the inside of the frame. She slid her right hand in, and unlocked the door walking into the deserted kitchen. Pausing briefly she checked for any response to the smashing of the glass; she held her breath, no nothing.

Swiftly she moved on down the hallway, there was a thick and unmistakeable scent in the air. Pussies have been a grinding together here she thought, and a wry smile flicked across her lips. She slowly swung open a door, sure enough there were two exhausted dykes twisted together on the bed, again the smile, but half formed it froze; she knew that curly hair so well, she had brushed it against her slit before now. She felt the crowbar balanced dangerously in her hand once again!

Chapter 11: A coming to terms

Joyce drove on with the slumbering Lesley at her side, the girl certainly had potential, judging by the number of orgasms she had given her self before collapsing into the seat. With one hand on the wheel she slipped the other past the band of her panties and into her warm wet snatch, carefully she scooped a coating of juice from her liquid core. Moving slowly so as not to drop any of her hands liberal cargo, she guided it to Lesley's slightly parted lips, smearing it on to the soft bow. Lesley's tongue danced around the red surfaces delicately savouring their coating, then the girl's eyes opened and looked straight at Joyce

"I want you, I have never wanted a woman before but I want you" a low guttural voice chanted.

Joyce smiled wickedly

"You have to earn that pleasure little one, now play alone some more and dream of the day I let you touch me!"

So saying she deposited some more of her precious cream on to Lesley's tongue. Lesley started to play, and play as she had never played before.

Frankie raised the bar as she took a step forward, within a second the unknown girl had untangled her body from Gina's and made up the distance between them. Slightly shorter than Frankie and nowhere near her build she didn't look much of a threat, Frankie's decision was made; she swung the crowbar viciously. The blow never landed the blonde girl dodged and swung her body to the right and back of Frankie - catching her wrist as she flew, an instant later her left arm linked through Frankie's left elbow and pinned it. As the pressure on Frankie's wrist built up, her right hand first went white, and then rapidly numb; the crowbar fell to the floor.

Gina jumped from the bed her curly hair plastered to her face by love-sweat.

"Frankie, what are you doing here" she gasped.

"Nothing much, but I know what you've been doing, BITCH," screamed her exasperated lover "and to think I came here to save you!"

"Look Franks, its not what you think, for once listen to me, get out of here, save yourself forget me!" Gina advised.

"No problem, I'll forget you both, once I'm even" spat Frankie.

The arms pinning the redhead moved at blinding speed, the hands reached forwards and ripped the fabric of her tee-shirt apart, full bodied globes mottled with freckles fell from the split cotton.

"Do her now!" Claudie shouted.

She pushed the girl forward so her cherry hued nipples bobbed in front of Gina.

"No, never, I love her!" Gina cried.

"Maybe this will help," taunted Claudie as she raked her nails across Frankie's hanging boobs.