Chapter 4: Epilogue

Linda entered the club first, followed by Maura and Lucy. The overpowering techno beat of the music synched perfectly with the throbbing in her pussy. The three women surveyed the scene, than looked to each other. Wordlessly, they nodded, than split up. It was on.

It had been on for the past month. Almost every night she'd gone out to find women, meet them, prepare them, make them want her. Impose her will on them, as Mistress had done to her. She took the women she met. They had to be made ready. This was the first night, however, she'd gone hunting with others.

Linda plunged into the crowd, taking in everything. Her standards were high, she was looking for just the right girl. She crossed the whole of the room but hadn't found anyone adequate. She wasn't worried. The club was packed. The right one was here somewhere. She just had to find her. Linda moved to the bar.

That's where Linda found her. She was superb, a short Philippino girl with long, straight hair streaked with blond highlights and pouty, bee-sting lips. Her skin was smooth and a perfect mocha color. And Linda saw much of that perfect skin. Her prey wore only an orange leather corset that lifted and compressed the woman's tight, medium sized breasts and a matching skirt that barely covered the graceful arc of her ass. Orange, high heeled leather boots that zipped up on the side reached to just under the girl's knee.

Linda moved in, bumping into the girl as thou she'd been jostled, "Excuse me."

The girl smiled, "It's okay."

Linda signaled the bartender, then looked back to the girl, "What a place."

"It's great."

"I can't believe I've never been here before."

"I come here all the time," the girl replied. "The DJ is incredible!"

"I'm Linda, by the way," she held out her hand.

"Samantha," the girl took the offered hand.

The two chatted as they waited for their drinks. As Linda expected, Samantha invited her back to her table to hang with her girlfriends. Samantha led the way, Linda followed closely. They arrived at a booth occupied by two other girls, a busty, short haired redhead and a pixyish blond. Samantha introduced them as Yolanda and Elane, respectively. Linda took a seat next to Samantha.

"These are my friends Maura and Lucy," Linda introduced the two thralls who'd appeared from out of nowhere. The women crammed into the booth, three to a side, Linda allowing herself a thrill as she pressed against Samantha. The women talked generally, about their lives in the real world, about other clubs, about how hot the music was and how the guys (the straight looking ones, at least) were considerably less so.

The beat of the music changed, becoming slightly slower but more thumping, more insistent. Samantha bounced a hand off the table, "I wanna' dance."

The six women piled out of the booth and found a spot on the dance floor. Initially they danced as a group, but gradually paired off: Yolanda with Lucy, Elane with Maura, Samantha with Linda. Men would occasionally try to join them, Linda maneuvered they away. Samantha was to be hers. The club was like a sauna, the air a miasma of heat, humidity and sex. Linda was drenched, her salty sweat mixing with the sweetness pouring from her cunt and down her legs. Samantha danced frantically, arms raised above her head, her head flailing and tossing her hair wildly about. The girl's movements showered Linda with perspiration; Linda lapped up the acrid liquid from her face and arms. Samantha tasted divine.

She had no idea how long they'd danced; long enough that when Samantha stopped and started back for the booth, both women were panting. As they stepped off the dance floor, Linda grabbed Samantha by the wrist. The girl turned. Linda dropped her hand to Samantha's, entwining their fingers. Slowly, Linda traced their hands along Samantha's wet thigh, than cupped her ass.

Leaning forward, she whispered, "Let's go back to my place."

Samantha blinked then jerked her head back slightly, "Why..."

Linda grinned, "Because you dance like someone who needs to get fucked."

Samantha looked lost, "... my friends..."

Linda motioned with her eyes toward the booth. Samantha looked. Lucy and Yolanda were there. Yolanda's eyes were closed, her head back. Lucy was whispering in her ear. From their angle, Samantha and Linda could see under the table. Lucy's hand was inside Yolanda's skirt, caressing the redhead's thigh. Yolanda's legs were slowly opening.

"Elaine?" Samantha asked, eyes wide.

Linda ran her tongue along the edge of Samantha's ear, "She left with Maura 10 minutes ago."

Samantha shuddered from the sensation and the inevitability of it all, "Let's take your car".

Still hand in hand, Linda led Samantha out of the club. The car was only two blocks away. Linda got in first and reached across to unlock the passenger door. As soon Samantha was seated, Linda pulled her close and kissed her. Hard. Samantha responded, the two women clutching at each other, touching each other, their mouths pressed fiercely together, tongues battling back and forth. It was Samantha that finally broke the kiss, pushing Linda back. Out of curiosity, Linda snuck a look at the dashboard clock. They'd been making out for 10 minutes.

"Let's go," Samantha begged. "Hurry."

It was only a 15 minute drive to Linda's condo. She spent the entire with her left hand on the steering wheel. Her right hand was between Samantha's legs, fingering the soaking twat. Samantha had reclined her seat 3/4ths of the way back and flipped her skirt up. One hand pulled the front of her panties to the side, giving Linda free access. Her other hand guided Linda's, showing exactly where and how she wanted to be touched. Her whimpers were unending as Linda probed her. Samantha's bellybutton ring glittered in the glow of the streetlights.

Linda parked in the basement of her building and without a word, exited the car and walked towards the elevators. Samantha, looking stunned and disheveled, eventually followed, stumbling into the elevator just as the doors closed.

Linda pressed the button for her floor, turned, and pressed Samantha against the wall of the elevator, pinning her arms above her head. The girl groaned passively, her eyes closed, mouth open in anticipation of another soul shattering kiss.

Instead, Linda asked, "You ever been with another girl?"

"No, of course not," Samantha whispered, eyes still closed. She leaned forward, searching for Linda's lips. The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors opened. Taking Samantha's hand, Linda led her down the hall.

Inside the condo, Linda again pounced on Samantha, trapping her against the front door. Their kiss was a repeat of what had happened earlier in the car, only this time, Samantha was rapidly disrobed. The skirt went first, and Linda was careful with it. It had to have cost several hundred dollars, and there was no sense in ruining a beautiful piece of clothing. The butterfly back v-string didn't fare as well; Linda knew those were 3 for $25 at Victoria's Secret. She ripped the flimsy garment off, making Samantha yelp with surprise. Naked from the waist down, gloriously exposed, Samantha wrapped a leg around Linda's hips and humped her steaming twat into Linda's thigh. Linda unlaced the corset slowly, peeling it off then taking Samantha's breasts in her hands. She rolled the girls nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Samantha smiled, laced her fingers behind Linda's head and pulled her in for another long kiss.