Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia (12 page)

“When you really want to get serious about this let me know.” Willow struggled into her heels and grabbed her purse. At the front door, she turned. “Look, you were the one who called and begged me for help. If you want to do this I want to be here for you. If you don’t, don’t. But know that you are going to crash at some point and it’s not going to be pretty.”

Porsche stared belligerently at Willow.

“Do you want me to send you information on bankruptcy or not?”

“Sure. Email me some links or documents or whatever.”

“Fine. I’ll email you, then I’ll leave it up to you to contact me when you’re ready to make some changes. If you aren’t ready just say so but don’t waste my time.”

“
Time you could be spending in the mirror mooning over the tiny pink welts your cunt-for-a-mistress gave you?”

Willow bit her bottom lip then her top one. She turned and left without another word.

Porsche shut the door and turned the lock. She went into the bedroom and flipped through the clothes in her closet. “Keeping it. Keeping it. Keeping it. Man, I have good taste! Keeping. Keeper. Keep. Keep. Keep.”

19

P
ORSCHE FLOPPED DOWN ON
the bed once more and opened the drawer on her nightstand. She rummaged through the stack of Lelo vibrators until she found the pink one. The only one she ever used. There were nearly a dozen Lelos in the drawer. Porsche considered this and a tiny light bulb went off in her head.
There’s like a thousand dollars worth of unused vibrators in here. Well, according to fancypants Willow, I can’t afford to buy any more EVER EVER EVER again ... so these will be for the future. Good thing I have some backup.
And the tiny light bulb went out just like that.

Porsche leaned back, reached up under her skirt (L’Wren Scott, thank you very much) and slowly pulled her panties down while humming Herb Alpert’s “Whipped Cream and Other Delights.” She spread her legs out straight and wide and flipped on the vibe. She continued humming as she stroked her pussy with it. Her mind was filled with Dolce and Gabbana, Christopher Kane, Chloe and Haute Hippie. Her cunt was juicing up as the vibe did its work. She pictured herself in outfits she’d seen online, straddling her manager’s face, eating out that little pimply-faced co-worker who tried to tell her how to make a better latte, pushing Willow’s face into her pussy, getting fingerfucked by Sophia.
Oh, yeah ...
She leaned into the vibrator, bucked her hips up, and opened her legs wider.
I’m on my hands and knees. Willow is in front of me, her pussy just out of reach of my tongue. I’m jutting out my tongue trying harder and harder to reach that lovely little cunt. Almost! Meanwhile, from behind, Sophia strokes my ass with a red leather whip—gentle strokes over and over, building the anticipation. Soon those gentle strokes turn into well-aimed smacks, turning my ass pink, then red. Each stroke sends tingles up my spine and through my pussy ...

She was sopping wet now, the vibrator rubbing harder against her clit, her lips.

Willow steps forward and my tongue connects. I’m lapping those sweet lips back and forth, tasting her, my tongue darting in and out. Now, my tongue goes deep inside. Willow cries out like a little tart as I send her into a frenzy. Sophia’s still hitting my ass with her whip, now sliding the tip of the whip against my asshole, then pushing in. Now, the leather is gone and Sophia’s tongue is there probing, licking, eating my ass then reaching around to fondle my lips, pushing them together and pulling them apart, massaging them gently then more roughly ... more roughly ...

Porsche jerked the Lelo back and forth, ramming it against herself.

Willow sucking my tits, nibbling on them, as Sophia’s hands work my pussy. Willow reaches around and pulls my ass cheeks apart. Sophia pushes the whip handle in deep and ...

 Porsche sat up on the bed, thrusting the Lelo deep inside her pussy as she came like a maniac.

“OOOHHHHFUCKINGFUCKFUCKFUCKMYFUCKINGPUSSYEATMYCUNTLICKMYHAIRYASSHOLEFUCKKKKKK.”

She fell back on her pillow. “How’s that for fucking pretty girl language?”

20

S
OPHIA WAS BACK IN
her blue mohair chair with her iced tea, the ice cubes melting as she stared off into space.

She’d called Tommy and Tommy had laughed her ass off, repeating, “Two minutes! That bitch is harsh! Two minutes? Two minutes!!!” over and over as Sophia had relayed the story to her. Now, Sophia sat jiggling her leg a little and chewing on the inside of her cheek.
She was right. She was right to do it,
she thought.
I respect her now. If I do this, whatever this is, with her I will have to submit. Totally submit and let her eat me alive. Well, that’d be nice ...
she smiled. She sat like that for nearly an hour, wondering back and forth if she truly wanted to do it.

Finally, she rousted herself out of her pondering stupor and picked up her cell phone. She tapped the little picture of a kitten in her “Fave 5’s” and waited for Willow to answer her phone.

“Yes, Mistress Sophia?”

Breathless immediate attention to Sophia’s needs. Perfect.

“You are to arrive at my home Friday at 9
P.M.
You will leave Saturday at 5
A.M.
”

She could hear Willow’s intake of breath. This would be her first sleepover.

“Yes, Mistress. Will ... ” Willow shut her mouth fast. She’d been about to ask if Porsche would be there. What was she thinking, questioning her mistress like that?

“Is there something you wish to say to me?”

“No, Mistress Sophia. I await your instructions.”

“As for attire. Surprise me. And Willow, I mean it. Really take my breath away.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Willow gulped as the phone went dead.
Holy Moly.

Sophia set the phone down. She really liked Willow and was looking forward to their next session. She wanted to do some new things with Willow, some really fun new things. It was time to go shopping.

Willow pressed the phone against her head and let out a deep breath.
Take her breath away? Good gravy!
Willow suddenly smiled.
I think I know just the thing ...
She pulled her Mac laptop toward her and began googling.

Porsche shoved the girl around and roughly pushed her skirt out of the way. She yanked down the cheap white underpants, tearing them in the process.

“Hey!”

“Shut up and bend over!”

“You’re crazy!” the girl said, but smiled and did as she was ordered.

Porsche pulled down her own pants and opened up her lips, exposing her clit. She began rubbing it against the girl’s ass cheeks. “Oh, yeah, baby ... yeah, yeah.” Porsche lifted herself up and down on her toes, grinding away at the girl’s tailbone, her clit electrified by the contact.

The handle on the bathroom door jiggled, then someone tapped on the door.

“Just a sec!” Porsche called out, then renewed her efforts pumping and rubbing ferociously against the girl’s cheeks, reaching around to fondle her lips and slip a finger in hard.

“Oooooohhhhffffffffffffffffffff!” She pressed her mouth against the girl’s shoulder, biting to keep from calling out as she came.

“Ow! Hey! Ow! What the ... ”

Porsche stepped back, pushing the girl against the sink. She pulled her pants up and turned to unlock the door.

“Hey, wait! What about me?” the girl demanded.

“What about you? This about you ... you’re a silly little girl who does it in the bathroom with baristas. You don’t deserve to come.” Porsche flipped the latch and whipped the door open, the girl scrambling to pull up her torn panties, the patron waiting for the bathroom getting an eyeful of puss hairs.

Porsche strode out like a gunfighter and headed back to her station.

“Where have you been? We’ve had a bunch of orders and I had to cover the register
and
make the drinks!”

“Boo hoo hoo. I was coming like a bitch in the bathroom.”

“Oh, my God! You can’t talk like that in front of customers or in front of me!”

“Oh, did I upset your Christian sensibilities? Fuck off, Jade.” Porsche hated these little 19-year old
children
Starbuck’s was hiring. She ignored the withering looks of the customers and made herself a double shot.

At 3 o’clock, the manager called Porsche to her office.

“Porsche, I heard about what happened today.”

“Jade is lying, ma’am.”

“Jade? Jade didn’t say anything. I had a call from not one, but two customers. I can’t tolerate this kind of attitude. Starbuck’s has an image to uphold and professionalism is tantamount to upholding that image.”

“Yes, of course, and I am professional. I don’t know what those customers said but I can assure you ... maybe they mixed Jade and I up ... you know, we have a similar ... ”

“Porsche, you come in late, you leave early, you call in sick a lot, and you are sloppy at your station. I have numerous instances of you being rude to our clientele. This is not news to you. We’ve had this discussion before. I’m going to have to let you go. Please gather your personal belongings and I’ll escort you out. I’m sorry.”

“What? No! You can’t be serious. I need this job. LOOK! Look, I’ll do better! Right now, I’m just going through a rough patch in my personal life. I don’t know if I told you but my mother has just been diagnosed with breast cancer and ... ”

“Your stepmother?”

“No, no, my mom. My mother mother.”

“Oh, would that be the same one that you took a week off six months ago for her funeral? Arisen from the grave has she?”

“Oh, shit! No. You ... yes, my stepmother. Look, we are dealing with BREAST CANCER here ... and uh, I have a, uh, drug problem. Can’t Starbuck’s enroll me in a program and help me, uh, get clean and ... ”

“Get your things together, Porsche, and I’ll escort you out.”

Porsche leapt up and slammed open the office door. She surged through the store with her arms outstretched, knocking over the African Specialty Coffee and Teas display as she went. “THIS PLACE IS A FILTHY HOLE PEOPLE! THERE ARE COCKROACHES IN THE BEANS! WE SIFT THEM OUT MOST OF THE TIME BUT SOMETIMES WHEN WE GET REALLY BUSY WE JUST GRIND `EM RIGHT UP! YOU’RE FUCKING DRINKING COCKROACH TURDS IN YOUR COFFEE RIGHT NOW!”

Porsche hit the sidewalk and spun to the left. She began running, stopping in a block, fully winded. As the hot tears roared down her cheeks, she faced the wall of a building, wishing she could sink into it.

21

S
OPHIA DUMPED THE BAGS
onto the bed and began sorting through all the treats she’d purchased for Friday night. There was a new paddle, black leather with a cushioned side and a rather nasty almost sandpaper side. Delicious! Next, a new set of tit clamps, made so that when you sucked on the little stick attachment the clamps got tighter. Some self-warming lube. And finally, a pair of red patent leather ballerina fetish shoes with a nine-inch heel in Willow’s size. It was going to be a fun, fun night.

Willow stood in front of her mirrored closet doors, turning left and right. She had on a black leather spanking skirt and a red latex peephole bra. Until now Willow had always been told—or chosen to wear—lace and silk, the sheerer the better. This, she hoped, would be the unexpected surprise the mistress might enjoy.