Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia (7 page)

W
ILLOW SAT IN COURT,
idly opening and closing her knees giving the prosecuting attorney a coy peek at her little frilly panties every few seconds. Not the most impressive way to win a case but, as with most attorneys, Willow used every weapon at her disposal. It was working. The prosecuting attorney was getting flustered and losing his focus. When the judge ruled in her favor, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, Ally McBeal! Looks like you’ve won again. Just like on TV!” The bald-headed prosecutor tried to be funny.

She wanted to just ignore him, but she also wanted him to continue to pant after her and knew that a little flirtatious line now would serve her well in the future.

“Oh, you!” she cooed. “Can’t wait to see you in court again ... hope it’s soon.” And she pranced out, swinging her hips as fully as she could.

When she got home, there was a message taped to her door:

Come to Kurosawa’s at 6 :)

The note was scrawled in Porsche’s high school girl penmanship.

It was already 6. Willow growled in annoyance. Porsche was a romantic and most of the time that worked just dandy. Willow loved getting flowers, massages, candy, perfume, and the other little delectables Porsche lavished on her, but she didn’t like so much structure ... like these biddings to this place or that. And, Willow wondered, how was Porsche paying for all the treats she was bestowing on her? For Christ’s sake, the woman was a barista!

She sighed and started peeling off her corporate costume. She yanked open her closet door and rummaged around for something sexy and casual. She pulled out a white halter dress ... the top covered in black chiffon, the bottom a white eyelet full skirt. It looked very Marilyn Monroe. She added a nice Stuart Weitzman heel, grabbed her evening bag, and rushed to the bathroom to slap on some fresh makeup before she rushed out to hail a cab.

Porsche sat at Kurosawa’s with a bottle of Dry Wave
in front of her, on her third little thimbleful of the delicious chilled sake
.
She fiddled with the menu a bit, and when the waitress came over for the fourth time, she went ahead and ordered some edamame and seaweed salad. She was used to Willow being late. She even knew she should plan these little surprises for 8 o’clock instead of 6, but she just couldn’t help herself. She wanted things to start early in the evening so they both had plenty of energy for hot sex. Already, Willow had been too exhausted to play on more than one occasion. True, she did have court the next day, but Porsche still needed to get fucked and Willow had smooched with her for awhile and then rolled her over and pulled her close but nothing more.

And where were the gifts? Hadn’t Porsche made it abundantly clear with all her gift giving that she expected some treats too? She’d gotten a new Chanel wallet from Willow but they’d been out shopping together and Porsche had nearly had to bop her over the head with hints to get her to offer to pay for it. She’d also hinted broadly about London, but to no avail. Well, tonight she planned to get Willow lubed up with some fabulous chilled sake and some tasty morsels of sushi, then get back to Willow’s place and unveil a new set of panties and bra she was sure would get Willow hot and horny instantly.

“And here she is now!” said Porsche under her breath as Willow came rushing into the restaurant.

“Baby! Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. The case ran late! You know it’s hard for me to be anywhere by 6!” Willow spewed out all in a rush. She leaned over and gave Porsche a peck on the cheek. “Oh, is this Dry Wave? Yum!” She poured a thimble, replenished Porsche’s, and finally planted her fanny on her chair.

Porsche had removed her shoe earlier and immediately slid a foot up between Willow’s legs and started exploring with her toes. “Oh, I feel a nice little something ... ”

“Porsche!”

“Willow!”

Willow was uncomfortable with these public gropings, but to her chagrin she began to dampen as Porsche slid her big toe in and out of her cunt. A few more thrusts and Willow was sopping wet.

The waitress came over and Porsche stopped moving her foot long enough to order some sushi and tempura, then she began to thrust again. Willow sputtered out a spider roll order, then waved the waitress away, unable to speak anymore, afraid she’d start moaning. She wrapped her hand around her tiny sake glass and gripped it tight. She felt her pussy grab at Porsche’s toe, felt that slippery toe working her lips and slithering up to her clit and then back down and in and out of her cunt. She felt the molten lava sensation of her body releasing more juices, her pussy tightening in anticipation, then releasing to open further to that big fucking toe!

“Fucking shit, Christ, fuck,” she said as quietly as she could. People at the next table glanced her way and then looked away again, mistaking her slight quaking for some kind of congenital tremor. She felt the orgasm rising inside her and slouched in her seat, scooching her ass forward, rocking her hips from side to side, anything to get more of that delicious toe up inside her, that talented toe that worked her. Now on her clit. Wiggle. Wiggle. Now on her lips. Sliding back and forth and oops! In we go! And back out and up to the clit again and wiggle wiggle wiggle. Fuck, yeah, wiggle! She was really shaking now and totally on the verge. Porsche pushed her hips forward in her chair, jamming the toe in deep and then out quickly, up to the clit and rubbing around in circles and Willow
erupted.
She tried to cough to cover her gasps and moans. Porsche popped her toe in one last little quick jab and then rested her arch against the throbs of Willow’s pussy just as the edamame and seaweed salad arrived.

 11

S
OPHIA WAS MEETING TOMMY
for a drink. She had on a Jil Sander dress and vintage Louboutins and was wearing a hat. She didn’t often wear a hat but she’d found a real vintage straw cloche and she just couldn’t resist. She looked like a 1920’s film star in it and she only wore it when she really wanted to get attention.

As she waited for Tommy to arrive, she thought about when the two of them were at Microsoft. They’d been two women developers in a sea of geek males, gravitating toward each other first because they were female, then because they were lesbians. They’d stayed friends after finding out they liked the same restaurants and made each other laugh. It had taken over a year for Sophia to come out to Tommy as a dominatrix. Tommy had looked serious, nodded her head a few times, then replied, “I always use a strap-on ... I don’t like to be pussy licked but I LOVE to fuck my women! Now, is that enough revealing of personal details for one night? I’d really like to shoot some pool.”

A week later, they’d gone back to Tommy’s place and Sophia had gotten fucked. A week after that, she’d gone and gotten fucked again. Tommy sometimes
wore a double-headed dildo and they’d come simultaneously or pretty damn close. Tommy would occasionally eat Sophia out, but usually it was straight to the strap-on and fucking and fucking and fucking. Sophia had a tireless pussy and both enjoyed the raw animal nature of their sexual encounters.

The relationship had never moved past fuck buddies and into something more serious. Tommy dated other woman off and on but wouldn’t commit to anyone. Sophia had her string of subs to minister
to. Both found their friendship to be the perfect fit.

Tommy entered the bar and headed over to Sophia. She had on a sleek short
wig and hoop earrings. She wore a shiny blue-black raw silk suit, the jacket buttoned and her cleavage spilling out. She was shod in a beautiful pair of heels. Her eyes were Cleopatra’d in blue liner and her large lips wore glossy apple-red stain. She looked incredibly badass.

“Hey, look at you! Miss Mama in her hat!”

“No, look at
you!
What an incredible suit! Is that a…wig?”

“Hell, yes.”

They laughed and hugged each other quickly.

“It’s stunning,” said Sophia. “Very Josephine Baker.”

The bartender came over and Sophia ordered a Sidecar and Tommy ordered a Perfect Manhattan. She told Sophia, “My Auntie used to make me Perfect Manhattans when she’d come to visit with my Uncle. Every day at 4 o’clock, the three of us would sit in the living room and my Aunt would go over to the portable bar they carried with them when they traveled and she’d fix us these drinks. Those were the
best
Perfect Manhattans ever! I don’t even know why I order them ... they aren’t ever as good as my Auntie’s.”

“I first heard about Sidecars in some detective novel from the 40’s. They’re a sexy little drink, don’t you think?”

“So, what’s up with you?” Tommy asked when the drinks arrived.

Sophia sighed. “Nothing really. I’m kind of off my game right now. I can’t get interested in my subs. Well, actually ... I can’t get interested in much of anything. I’m in a funk.”

“And what caused this funk? You know you’re going to tell me eventually, so quit hemming and hawing and tell me what happened! Unless you want to wait two or three more drinks and
then
tell me.”

Sophia told Tommy about the incident with Mrs. Pea.

“Ha, ha, ha. Oh, girl!” Tommy broke into a fit of giggles, jumping off her barstool and grabbing her belly. “Oooh! That is rich. Sweet Jesus. Ooooh!” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

Sophia raised her eyebrows and waited dryly for Tommy to finish.

Tommy sipped her drink and continued to dab at the Cleopatra eyes. Then she burst out laughing all over again. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Heeh, heeeh ... Oh, no. Mrs. Pea?”

“Mrs. Pea.”

“OK, OK...forgive me,” Tommy said. “No, on second thought, don’t, because here I go again! Ha ha haaaa!”

“Fine.”

“No, no ... Wait. Give me a sec.”

“No, really it’s fine. You’re right, it’s hilarious.”

“Soph, you know, it kind of is ... but, wait, OK, now, I get that you can’t appreciate the humor of the situation right now because you’re
in
it.” She took another sip of her drink. “I know this is serious for you. What’re you going to do?”

“What do you mean, what am I going to do?”

“Are you going to hook up with her again? In the bathroom ... with your panties around your ankles?”

“Again with the barrel laughs? I just want to ... hell ... I want to both get over it and get back to my life pre-Pea and I want to ... what? Dive into being a sub? What the fuck is that about?”

“Exactly.” Tommy took a big gulp of her Manhattan and raised her hand to the bartender to indicate another round required.

They both sat in silence for a while.

“I’m surprised. This really seems to have ... derailed you.”

“It has, but you know what? FUCK THAT. I am not the kind of gal that gets derailed by some old lady no matter how hot she makes me! I’m getting back on my fucking game!”

“You go.” Tommy sipped daintily at her second Manhattan.

There was more drinking, some dinner, and then more drinking before a cab deposited them outside Tommy’s place.

“Coming in?” Tommy asked as she swayed slightly in the breeze.

“I’m going home to pass out.”

“That sounds just like my plan. Get yourself into that cab then and depart, Mistress S., before he decides to take a fare elsewhere.”

They kissed deeply, then pulled themselves apart, and Sophia got into the cab and slurred out her address.

 “Did she call you?” Willow asked.

“Yes! And boy, she sounded ... firm.” Porsche smiled widely.

“Well, it’s about time! Of course, I haven’t missed her so much since we ... ”

 Porsche, who was a winker, winked at Willow now over the top of her café latte. “Sophia doesn’t need to know anything about our get-togethers. They’re two separate things really.”