Around the Town
Girl’s Night in
They'd visited several of the local clubs, and her mistress had made sure all the surrounding people watched as she shimmied and danced in the decidedly indecent outfit. The skirt was far too short, and any spins or slight bends on her part showed that she was totally bare underneath. After several long sweaty hours of dancing, flirting, and finally blowing off guys and girls alike, she'd been led from the final club and through to the quieter parts of town.
The ankle boots where a bit much, but as they were locked on she had no say in the matter, and besides, her mistress was in a pair just like them, minus the small locks of course. The night was incredibly clear and as they walked further and further from the clubs, they each took time to look up; perhaps hoping for a falling star to wish upon. They slowly moved towards more residential areas of the town. Once they reached quieter neighborhoods, her mistress reached into her small bag and pulled out a short leash. She attached it to the collar around her neck and began effectively 'walking' her pet.
It was quite late by the time they got to an area of town she recognized as being close to her mistress's home. In all the time they'd been walking there had been only minor traffic, cars sedately going by and paying them no attention in the darkness, and not one pedestrian. There was one now though. As the girl walked under one of the sodium arc lights, she realized she knew her. This could very well get messy.
The girl heading toward them, flushed and satisfied looking, was none other than her boyfriend’s sister... and she was still on a leash and barely dressed. She tugged at her skirt and blouse to try and make them appear less indecent, but before she got much done her mistress gave her an order: "Hands behind your back, Pet."
Whimpering a little she
complied. Any argument she'd have dared give would make any scene worse by
far. For the second time that night the
cold steel cuffs bit into her wrists as her mistress placed them on nice and
tight. Her cheeks flushed a deep red,
her mistress marched her down the dark street straight toward
Her mistress let the leash dangle down her back and was now leading her along with one hand on the cuffs. While Monique stood, face burning in shame, her mistress, Brittany, greeted the raven haired girl in front of them. "Hi Jane, out for a walk?"
"Heading home actually." she replied, eyeing Monique curiously all the while, but unable to see the leash or cuffs in the darkness. "I didn't know you two knew each other."
She was obviously wanting more information but received only a squeaky "Sure we do." from Brittany.
"It's a long way from your
house Jane. Why don't you come over to my place with us, and once I change into
something more comfortable I’ll give you a ride?"
Jane was sorely tempted to politely refuse, but when she remembered just how far it was from Crew Neck to her house, she accepted the offer. Brittany gestured for Jane to lead the way and stayed with one hand behind Monique’s back. When they got to the gate, Brittany smiled at the young night watchman and the trio walked past, his eyes followed the three girls until they were out of sight.
Brittany punched in the security
code and they slipped into the empty house. "Daddy and Ashley-Amber are
both out for the night, and they took the brat to summer camp.” She explained as she pushed Monique toward
the stairs. When Jane began studying one
of the many 'fake' paintings around the Taylor home,
Eyes wide, Monique hurried toward the kitchen. She returned quickly with a small silver tray. there were three deep red wine glasses, a corkscrew, and a bottle of merlot on the tray. Brittany expertly uncorked the wine and poured three glasses, passing one to each of her guests before taking the last one herself.
Jane drank savoring the taste and thought of the last time she'd imbibed wine. After only a sip Brittany let out a small EEP of vexation. "I can't believe what I almost did. I promised you a ride, and here I am drinking." She sloshed the contents of the glass into Jane’s quarter full one, effectively filling it to the brim. Just as Jane went to take a careful sip, Monique made a sudden move and bumped Jane, causing her to slosh the deep red liquid down her shirt.
Brittany leaped to her feet and pulled Jane up. "Come on, we need to get that in the wash, I have things I'm sure would fit you." She pulled Jane along towards her room while looking meaningfully at Monique. "Why don't you go and make sure things are all ready downstairs." She pulled Jane up the steps and led her down the upstairs hallway and into her room. Once there, Brittany shut the door behind her, and moved to her closet digging as if looking for something.
Meanwhile Jane was feeling
slightly light headed and a bit confused.
There was no way the small amount she'd drunk would affect her this quickly.
Despite her damp shirt the room suddenly felt stiflingly hot. She tugged her jacket off and sat down on the
edge of Brittany's canopy bed. Several
sets of pom-poms decorated the walls and the eyes of a menagerie of stuffed
animals watched her from various points of the room. She could hear
"Oooh I really did make a mess of that shirt didn't I" she squeaked at a very sedate Jane. "We'd better get that off." She leaned over Jane, brushing her face with one pleather clad breast and reached for the hem of Jane's shirt. She lifted it over her head leaving Jane in the small black bra sports bra she wore for running.
Jane couldn't comprehend why
she'd just let
"Jane, are you dating someone?" Jane shook her head. She wanted to speak up about breaking things off with Tom Griffin, after all it had been so satisfying, but it just seemed like too much effort.
"You and Daria aren't dating?" again Jane shook her head, 'what a silly idea, she didn't like girls... well there was the art colony and whatsername, but, but'
"Do you like kissing, Jane?" Jane nodded her thoughts trailing off, confused.
Before Jane’s addled brain could
put together any more thought,
Jane closed her eyes, no longer
burning up but relaxed and very sleepy.
Suddenly lips were kissing her closed eyelids, then her nose. Hands now on either side of her head gently
holding her, fingers stroking the sides of her face as the lips gently
Jane was in a state of numb confusion. One level of her brain enjoying the sensation, and wanting more; while the other wanted to know how, hell, WHY Brittany was tracing the lines of her face with her lips.
In that moment, only after she
looked into Jane’s eyes,
Jane moaned low in her throat,
finally pulling her tongue back before capturing
She lay enjoying the feeling of Jane’s lithe body pressed against hers for several more minutes then gently slipped out of the embrace she'd held her in. After all, Monique was waiting downstairs for her punishment, and tomorrow would be soon enough to see how far Jane was willing to explore.