Conflicting Desires (Javorcek x ClearSight)

[ClearSight]

Bellamy looked out the window of her car and sighed. While most would see a crowd of energetic people filing into the largest masquerade of the year and grow excited, she felt burdened. Her last weekend of freedom before her internship, and she had to spend it there. To her, that was a tragedy.

While she loved a good party, feeling like a fish in water amongst the political elite, that was only when the night wasn't a giant ploy, something to feign friendship and build connections with people she had no interest in. Okay, not true, that was every function. Mainly, the person she had no interest in was a man, one her family seemed intent on setting her up with, going so far as to send her to the estate of a political adversary to pursue.

Jared Weston, asshole extraordinaire. For all the benefits he promised her family through a political marriage, the man promised one thing that Bellamy had yet to come to terms with, a miserable future for her personally. She knew him, knew his type, and if she appeared before him tonight, he would accept the offering her family made with a grin. She would become his, at least in his mind, but that was already enough to make her cringe and shiver down to her very core. Disgusting.

How she wished it was just a masquerade, that she could enter through those doors and forget everything for a night. She wanted to charm and be charmed, to find someone that excited her, but there was more to it for her, and that made things miserable.

Bellamy sighed again and gripped the cloth in her hand, staring at the piece of black fabric that would sell her away like a prized possession. She wasn't even surprised, aware of how often such a thing was done in their circle. After all, as smart and ambitious as she was, her parents and grandparents had always seen her younger brother as the future. Bellamy, well, she was just a tool to prepare the way, one meant to scrape together as many advantages as possible to pave the path. The worst part, her brother had no idea, so she couldn't even hate him for it.

"Just wrap it around your neck like you were told and walk in like purchased livestock," Bellamy released a short, contempt-filled laugh, wondering if such a crude analogy would have crossed her lips if others were around. No, it wouldn't; she would merely have tried to avoid the unpleasant night with cleverness and tricky language. Look at where that approach got her.

After a moment, Bellamy shook her head and wrapped the cloth around her arm, trying to convince herself that it could be worse. At least she would likely remain unscathed for the night, considering the owner of the estate the party was being held at was respectable; even though her family loathed the Reigns family and made them mortal enemies, they had a decent enough reputation.

"Alright, go enjoy your night," she said to herself flatly. As if. She couldn't hold back a derisive laugh. She really hated this night...

After tying the cloth around her neck like the suffocating chain it was, Bellamy put on her mask and looked into the mirror in her car, admiring the sight with a heavy heart. At least she was an attractive piece of livestock.

Bellamy's entire ensemble was meant to show off her gorgeous form. Long, white legs that drew the eye up to a shapely ass, followed by a toned form and just enough breast to fill a hand. She fit perfectly into her form-fitting dress, appearing elegant and alluring all at once, something usually attributed to sharp blue eyes and a charming smile. Only, tonight, her eyes appeared dull, and her smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, milky skin and neatly done hair did the trick, providing a contrast that made one salivate. It all seemed like a curse in the moment.

"What a waste of a beautiful dress," she muttered as she stepped out, adjusting the mask as she did. Her identity was supposed to be hidden, only the cloth meant to make her identifiable. She didn't know how well that actually worked, but she didn't think about it. Instead, Bellamy did her best to look presentable and mysterious before walking her way towards the front door, prepared to blend in with the crowd and buy herself some time by looking as inconspicuous as possible. The longer she could enjoy the party without being seen, the less of a waste the night would be. Oh how hard it would be to play hide and seek with a sociopath when all she ever wanted was to be the center of attention. Alas!

 

[Javorcek]

Whoever decided to call pregnancy and childbirth “the miracle of life” was an asshole.

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It had been decided (well mostly insisted upon) that Alex be the one to carry their baby. Her wife was a slim-hipped little thing and the idea of her carrying around a small watermelon on her already small frame made Alex too nervous. “I don’t know what I would do without you if something happened,” she had said. Freak accidents happened, one of her mentors had actually passed away from complications during child birth. She just couldn’t take that risk, however small, with her own wife; Tessa meant the entire world to her.

But they both wanted to have a family. Now was a good time anyways. With the pandemic and the music industry slowing down, now was the time.

They harvested Tessa’s eggs without much incident. The meds hadn’t been great, but her wife hadn’t had any horrible side effects.

For Alex, on the other hand, the hormone treatments made her.....crazy. Alex always had high highs and low lows, but the hormones took those endpoints and sent them out further. She became enraged for stupid reasons or curled up in bed and refusing to get up ever again. Tessa was ever patient and ever soothing during this time...which only made Alex cry and say she didn’t deserve her.

Pregnancy itself was only slightly better.

Now it was her body to be the treacherous one instead of her mind. The morning sickness, the sensitivity to scents, the backaches, the sore feet, the feeling of being as big as a house and the least sexy she had ever felt in her entire life... and then there was this -thing- that moved around in her stomach. This uncontrollable little creature that would kick and flip and freak her the fuck out even though her wife liked to touch her belly and marvel that there was something alive in there.

When nine months was up, Alex was more than ready for the miracle of life to get the fuck out of her.

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“No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. Your mother is not coming to stay with us.” Alex loved having her life finally back in order after childbirth. She had healed up and hopped back into her life as it had been. She practiced her guitar, sang, wrote lyrics, performed at small gigs, went to the gym again, etc. ....and now she did all that with this adorable little baby. She didn’t want her mother in-law here, in her house, fussing over her like she was an invalid and also spoiling their baby as if her and Tessa couldn’t take care of it.

The selling point had been that her wife promised they could get a hotel room every once in awhile and have very loud sex again, provided grandma was here to babysit.

‘Just a couple of days’ turned into ‘just a couple of weeks’ on and off again as Sasha grew older.

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“Law school?!” Most parents would have been proud. Alex took the news as if her daughter had just announced she was going to run away and join the circus. “You want...you want to go to law school?”

At Tessa’s glare, she schooled her features better, though still mouthed ‘this is your family’s fault! ‘ at her wife.

Sasha was 23, she had scored very high on the LSATs, this was her life and her choice. They had always encouraged her to follow her passions, they had been very supportive parents this entire time...it was just hard for Alex to swallow that her child wanted a life that she had tried to shield her from for 23 years.

Of course the girl’s grandparents, on the other hand, were absolutely thrilled.

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Despite her mom’s surprise that Sasha wanted to become a lawyer and go into politics, it really was both her parents’ doing that had caused this. Sure, grandma and grandpa Reigns had networked on her behalf and had played an influence on who she met and what she was exposed to. But her mothers had both gotten more involved in charity work as their careers performing music had slowed down...and Sasha wanted to do something like that too. She wanted to change the world for the better, though wanted to do it through actual political policy change. In her mind, her parents, while noble in their intentions, were merely applying a bandaid to a much larger inequality problem. Sasha wanted to deal with problems of wage gaps and poverty all together.

Of course this caused her to butt heads with her conservative grandparents, who kept calling her a socialist, but that was fine. They didn’t do it in a mean way. She managed to debate with them in a way that still ensured they loved her and wanted to help her...she just saw it as good practice for down the line.

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Tonight was going to be her ‘last hurrah’ as her grandmother had said. So of course, grandma had pulled out all the stops when she organized this party for Sasha. Inviting and flying in her friends from up north, the live band, delicious hors d’oeuvres, the masquerade theme... This was a huge celebration for Sasha’s internship at Firth, Wynn, and Meyer; a very prestigious law firm here in Raleigh. Her grandfather had put her name out there for her, but had insisted she had gotten the internship through her own merit (citing that whole ‘you can lead a horse to water...’ thing.)

Of course her grandparents also advertised it as a charity event so that it was a tax write off and an excuse to invite the prestigious half of the city to this thing.

Honestly it was all probably a scheme to get her to move down here so that her mothers would visit more. Whether she was a pawn or not in whatever game her family was playing didn’t really bother her, she’d been a part of these harmless games since she was a baby.

So far she was enjoying herself at the party. She’d danced with some of her friends, getting to be the lead because she had decided on a form fitting, white jacketed tuxedo tonight. From behind she could easily be mistaken for a man who had his long hair pulled back; the sperm donor her mothers had picked had been Eastern European, so she sported her mom’s broader shoulders and wider hips instead of her mama’s lithe frame. But from the front the gentle curve of her jaw and the swell of her breasts made her unmistakably feminine. Sasha didn’t always dress so masculine, but with it being her grandmother throwing this party, she made sure to put on clothes that would stop any meddling attempts. Grandma only knew ‘nice boys’ to send her way...and while Sasha didn’t totally hate the idea of dating a man, she definitely had a preference for the fairer sex. And she -definitely- didn’t want to date any spoiled brat of a man baby her grandmother sent her way.

After a few dances around the ballroom with some friends, Sasha headed off to the bar to get herself a drink. She saw that her grandparents were busy networking, as they always were. However she already didn’t see her parents, which probably meant they were off being gross and inappropriate somewhere. That was a relief. She loved her parents but her mom tended to want to beat up anyone who so much as looked at her.

 

[ClearSight]

The moment Bellamy went inside, she found herself intoxicated by the atmosphere. While it was still a high-society party, which meant too many old people and the incessant chatter of elites who know of no conversation aimed purely at pleasure, there was an atmosphere about the place that managed to penetrate the mundane. She hated it even more because of that, citing the existence of Jared and the damned black cloth for her foul mood at what should have been a joyous discovery.

Still, she did manage to enjoy herself for a time without being discovered, a fact that gave her the slightest of smiles as she pondered how to best extend the game of cat and mouse that only she knew was being played. Would the man look at the obvious spots, would he search the dancefloor, or would he simply go about his night and expect her to go to him? She had a feeling it would be the latter, given his arrogance, but she chose to believe she needed to keep moving and remain as elusive as possible. After all, the apparent chase was all she had, the only thing keeping the night from becoming dull and tasteless.

Therefore, after spending some time meandering about the dancefloor without showing off any particular flair, she made her move, slipping away from the boisterous masses and arriving at the bar, her eyes darting about as she did.

Okay, so she knew she was acting ridiculous, far more so than she ever would normally, but it was that or actually think about why she was at the party; she preferred not to allow her mind time to dwell on such unpleasantness. No, she stayed active, enough to drown out idle thoughts.

A bit of alcohol would help. Her tactical retreat towards the bar had been two parts, one to change positions and take a look around and two, to down enough alcohol to get all warm and fuzzy for the night to come; she wasn't one to get drunk, only partaking to the point of mild inebriation.

Only, things didn't go as planned, as the moment she began to sip on the fruity beverage she ordered under the protection of her mask, she spotted a figure, one that managed to catch her eye.

Dressed well, delicate features, elegant and almost feminine; Bellamy always had a thing for weaker-looking men, hating the built jocks or overly masculine preppy douchebags normally associated with those of her stadning. Oh, how she liked eye candy, and she was certainly admiring some now.

Bellamy paused, sipping on her drink as she ran through a few suitable excuses in her head. She could simply say they never met, or she could drop some obscure name of someone she couldn't offend by walking away from but that her mother didn't know well enough to check with. Perhaps throw the blame on the Reigns family to make everyone see red. Yes, she could wave them off tomorrow, as long as she made it worth it tonight.

With a sly smile, she started moving across the bar, slowly, finishing her drink as she did. She loved fruity alcoholic drinks, but without a mask on, her reputation didn't allow her to partake; she would be damned if she didn't finish the one she had now.

When she was finished, she placed the drink down randomly at the bar and closed the last few feet between her and the cutie in the white tux, walking around in front of him and taking a seat.

"If I told you that a certain damsel in distress has spent the past hour avoiding a cretin and needs your help, what would you do?" Bellamy asked, not even bothering with a greeting or introduction. After all, she was supposed to be mysterious. Plus, her charming smile and mildly seductive pose as she leaned against the bar added plenty to the conversation.

 

[Javorcek]

Sipping on her Old Fashioned, Sasha was happy for the little bit of burn and sweetness that tickled her throat. While she enjoyed spending time with her friends, even she needed a cool down every once in awhile. Even this far from the band, it was easy for her to focus on the music rather than the chatter around here and find a moment of relaxation.

She hadn’t had the intention of finding a ‘date’ for tonight. As easy as it was back home, she was a bit more apprehensive of dating down south. But a beautiful young woman walked up to her at the bar and who was she to shoo her away?

“Well...then I would ask that damsel if she would like to lose him on the dance floor.” Her voice was smooth, a little deeper in register, dancing somewhere between alto and mezzo, but there was no mistaking it for a man’s voice, even an effeminate man. At the surprised expression from the other woman upon hearing her voice, Sasha chuckled. “Mmm...I see you were expecting a Prince Charming.” The brunette hummed, an amused grin playing on her lips.

“I may not be a pretty boy, but I promise I am a very good lead and a dance with me won’t be a total waste of your time.” Sasha smiled and winked; looking as playful and harmless as a puppy. She offered her hand with an air of someone who wouldn’t be put off one way or another, no pressure on this other woman at all. She knew better than to push with these southern girls....while her attentions were usually welcome back in New York, everyone appeared much more conservative down here, even people her own age. It was better to play the neutral game, and then push a bit more aggressively once she had generated some interest, or at the very least some curiosity.

Part of her was surprised when the stranger took her hand; she must want to avoid this mysterious other person a lot more than she let on. Sasha quickly downed the rest of her drink, body filling with warmth by the time she had led the taller girl through the crowd and to the ballroom floor.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are a very bossy follow?” the smaller brunette chuckled midway through their waltz, not seeming to mind that this girl was unyielding. Rather than muscle up and force her to obey her lead, Sasha drew her closer, close enough to share body heat and pick up the delicate notes of perfumes. By limiting the distance between them, the other girl now had fewer opportunities to pull at her and change their path.

 

[ClearSight]

The answer delighted her, but upon hearing the voice, Bellamy found herself caught off-guard. The surprised look on her face said it all, expressing just how shocked she was that her perfect pretty boy turned out to be a suavely dressed woman. To make matters worse, she was cute! Not just in her appearance but in her actions, her amused grin and playful attitude causing Bellamy to release an internal whimper. Why was it a girl!

Bellamy sighed inwardly, once again undergoing a bout of depression that didn't show on her face. She rather loathed the idea of returning back to what she had been doing after getting her hopes up. Really, returning to the game of hide-and-seek after thinking she found her Prince Charming was more than she felt like dealing with emotionally, so she decided not to. Instead, she began looking more closely at the woman before her, a dangerous thought floating around in her mind.

Upon closer look, her gender became obvious, the woman seated next to her appearing all too feminine. Very pretty too, even with the deceiving clothes, enough so that Bellamy knew she would look equally appealing in a dress as she did in the tux. Though, clearly, Bellamy thought her dashing in her current form.

Bellamy's eyes lingered for a time, taking in every inch of her for no good rhyme or reason. Attractive; that was what she thought about the other woman, and she felt very little shame for thinking so. It never escaped her that she preferred feminine features; she simply decided to approach men with said qualities, not women, both due to her family and her ambitions. Really, her ambitions couldn't be achieved in the face of her family, so it all boiled down to one point, not enraging the hand that fed her, as it could just as easily reach down and squeeze the life out of her.

However, the little voice that usually advised her to avoid such things, to ignore her attraction and make the smart choice, was nowhere to be found. Instead, the desperation that she had shoved deep down, the negative emotion that had been eating away at her at the prospect of literally being sold off, pushed her forward.

Without thinking about it twice, Bellamy reached out and took the woman's hand, a playful grin of her own appearing on her face. Why not? It would be fun.

Of course, there was a part of her that couldn't let go of the fact that she was dancing with a woman, the same part that kept pushing her to try and lead. She was taller, and she tended to take the lead any time she was around other women, driving the conversation however she wanted. Why would a dance be any different?

Interestingly enough, however, her partner this time, woman or not, refused to have it. As the woman drew her closer, Bellamy didn't have time to be surprised, simply continuing to dance. From that moment, her attempts to lead noticeably lessened, as if her instinct to follow had finally kicked in with the slightly domineering actions.

The dance continued pleasantly, perhaps too much so, with Bellamy finding the other woman's heat and scent enough to stir her desires. She hadn't expected that, but it made her heart flutter with excitement. Still, it should have stopped there, and she planned for it to do so; if only reality would have stuck to her plans.

Just as the dance came to an end and they began to slow, Bellamy finally saw him, Jared Weston, the person she had been avoiding for the entire night. Worse still, he appeared to be heading directly for her, making his way over from afar with an odd look on his face, eyes locked to the cloth she just then remembered was around her neck.

A small trace of panic showed in her eyes, but it soon disappeared, replaced by the curiosity she decided to embrace in a moment of panic. Without hesitation, she turned to the attractive woman still pressed close to her and leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started passionate and deep from the beginning.

Bellamy didn't dare risk staying on the dance floor either, ending the kiss after a moment and escaping to an obscure corner with her "Prince Charming," who she proceeded to kiss again. It felt nice.

 

[Javorcek]

Many, many years of dance lessons were really paying off tonight. Even in a serious, structured dance, Sasha was expressive enough so that her partners usually had fun going around the ballroom. She enjoyed it herself as well, especially when pressed close against a beautiful, equally competent partner.

At the other girl’s look of panic she thought that maybe it was finally hitting her that she was dancing with someone of the same sex and actually liking it a lot more than she should. She’d seen that face before with a girl she had kissed at one of the summer camps her parents would send her to when they went on tour. So when there was a kiss, a brief but passionate and fiery kiss planted on her lips, she was left a little dazed.

That was not supposed to happen.

“I take it you’ve spotted your cretin.” Sasha smirked, she had noticed the furtive glances right before their kiss on the dance floor. What she had judged as panic must have been at being spotted by her hunter, not at Sasha herself. Plus she found it odd that this girl had rushed them off to a corner to make out a little bit more, using Sasha’s smaller form as a shield to hide behind. “I could challenge him to a duel....or we can find somewhere a little more private.” Sasha murmured as she nipped at the other girl, getting her to slow down.

“Come on, I know a place we can go...so long as you’re not adverse to a little fun.” With a grin, she took her by the hand and led her out a further exit of the ballroom. This one led down a hallway where guests didn’t go, the few staff stationed here merely taking one look at a masked Sasha and proceeding to mind their own business.

They didn’t go too far, popping into a room two doors down the hallway from the ballroom. She flicked on the light as they entered; the room turned out to be the thankfully not occupied library. It had the grandeur and old stuffiness of any room in the estate that her grandfather was allowed to decorate without his wife’s influence: leather and dark wood. There were comfortable chairs strewn about, a desk for working as well as a small bar behind it if the room was ever used for a meeting. Sasha led the other girl to the leather chaise by the fireplace.

“Hmm...so what is this, his collar for you?” She was already tugging the piece of fabric around the stranger’s neck away, looking to reveal sensitive pale skin that she could nip and kiss at. The fabric didn’t clash with the dress too badly, but it was obvious that it wasn’t meant to be there in the first place. There was a thrill that went through her at marking something that wasn’t supposed to be hers...though judging by how the other girl avoided her potential suitor, she didn’t belong to anyone really.

 

[ClearSight]

Spotted her cretin, indeed. She found it a shame, considering the dance left her craving more, yearning for another song, perhaps two. She appreciated her partner's skill, the woman currently acting as her shield being quite the competent lead. She would even say that she enjoyed herself, something far rarer than it should be.

At her dance partner's inquiry, Bellamy remained quiet, however, not obstinately so but because she found the offer of slipping away far more enticing than a boring delve into the location and purpose of her aptly-named "cretin."

"Yes, do whisk me away," Bellamy said wistfully, putting on a little act as she was pulled away and out of the ballroom. She didn't know where they were going, but she did realize that nobody seemed to care, which was odd considering the section of the home they were heading towards.

Bellamy wasn't the type to ask if she should be somewhere, though, merely taking it as an adventure, one she embarked upon willingly and had no plans on bringing to an abrupt end with meaningless questions.

Of course, she didn't quite expect a library, her simmering emotions put on the back-burner for a moment as she admired the collection of books. Her family had a similar place, but their collection came nowhere near what she saw around her. If not for the woman's question, she might have become lost in the stacks, lured away by the calming scent of old literature. Oh, how she loved a physical book, so much more than the digital garbage that so many people now preferred.

Fortunately, she avoided the siren song, her partner's tugging and pointed question finally managing to draw her attention.

"Actually, you're not far off." Bellamy smiled, though it was uncertain how she managed to. Nothing was amusing or happy about the damn cloth around her neck, nor in its meaning.

"The cloth is proof that I've been sold. I was supposed to present myself to that man, and the cloth is how he was supposed to know my identity amidst the masses." Bellamy didn't bother to hide anything; why would she? In their world, it was all too common for such a thing to happen.

"However, I think it will be hard to 'complete the transaction' tonight. I'll have to thank you for that." Bellamy smiled, still managing to come across as charming despite the stomach-churning nature of the subject matter.

Without missing a beat, Bellamy opened her neck up and let the woman finish removing the cloth. Quite frankly, she was glad to be rid of it, relieved even.

Then, immediately after, she leaned in and captured her Prince Charming's lips, showing her gratitude for the help, both in fleeing and with removing her shackles. She deserved a little reward.

 

[Javorcek]

Despite her disdain for these ‘traditions’ within their social circle, Sasha didn’t argue with the other girl over them. It was more common than anyone of their status would freely admit; all these archaic marriages with the goal of keeping the family name and money safe. She remembered the one time her grandmother had brought it up, offhandedly, as if she were just taking about the weather.... and her mama had absolutely lost it. She remembered Tessa standing up to grandma with barely controlled rage. It was rare that her mama showed grandma and grandpa anything but respect, but at the mere mention that Sasha should marry one of these nice boys in good social standing, her usually demure mother had stood up for her.

And that had been the end of it...pretty much anyways. Grandma would encourage boys to pursue her, sending them her way, but there were no promises or guarantees of anything. Sasha was never pressured into doing anything she didn’t want to do. And if she was pressured...well...there had been that one boy she had given a black eye to the one year she had been forced to try prep school. ‘It’ll have more opportunities for her than any public school will,’ her mama has said, forgetting that Sasha may have Tessa’s brilliance but she Alex’s temper. When it came to boys trying to convince her of something she didn’t want to do, Sasha had the capacity to graciously get herself out of the situation...but that boy hadn’t taken any of her graciousness so she had decked him.

Her mothers had pulled her out after that incident, moved to the suburbs outside the city, and sent her to a normal public school in their nice upper class neighborhood.

But still, most people knew about the little Javorcek-Reigns girl who had socked one of the Weston boys right in the eye freshman year.

It did fill her with a bit of sadness though that this girl’s family wasn’t as supportive as her own. Too stuck in the old ways to see that their daughter was unhappy. Hell, Sasha didn’t even know this girl’s name and she could see that she was miserable... But with that thought, she resolved herself that she would make tonight a very fun time for the other girl. Let her forget what her family was forcing her to do, if only for a little while.

“Know that I would give you something a lot more functional than a mere piece of cloth...something leather and fine that I’d make wearing worth your while.” She said with a grin. She decided to tease the idea of something more taboo, to throw the heavy reality the cloth represented away and replace it with a much sexier fantasy. As they kissed again, she coaxed the other girl onto her back, nimbly climbing on top of her to straddle her. When they pulled away for breath, she dipped her head down to nip and lick at the girl’s now exposed throat.

As she kept working her way down, tugging at the girl’s dress in the process, her mask caught on the garment. With a frustrated sigh she just took the damned thing off. Not many people down here knew her anyways so what was the harm.

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy remained normal despite her situation because it didn't feel strange. She expected such a fate, one where her future partner was chosen for her from a pool of men that served a purpose rather than those who would give her a happy life. Whether it was okay or not wasn't even an issue; the choice would be made, and there was little she could do. In fact, her only options aside from accepting things were either abandoning her family and everything she could gain or scratching her way up and gaining enough power that they didn't have the ability to decide things for her. After all, if she became strong enough, her worth would be high enough to keep them quiet.

"You would give me something leather and fine?" Bellamy asked, an amused smile on her face, which looked all the more relaxed and charming now that she didn't have to worry about being found at any moment.

She looked at the woman and leaned in close, "A collar is just a symbol. The real question is, could you give me a reason to... surrender?" Making it worth her while was one thing, but she had never been one to submit to anyone who promised her a good time. Perhaps just that one person, the one who always pulled her around through the woods, a place she loathed and yet endured for them... But most people simply weren't worth listening to, no matter what they were offering.

Before she knew it, though, the masked woman had her on her back, abandoning words for action. She met the kiss more eagerly, her hands resting at the other woman's sides; she clearly didn't want her going anywhere, but that wasn't her decision.

Bellamy stopped talking at that point, tilting her head to give her mysterious partner full-access, and enjoying every nip and lick she offered. She felt incredible. Only, after a very brief moment, when the woman started making her way down, the spell was broken.

Sasha... it's you? Bellamy's head started ringing, and a flood of images swept through her mind, filling her with emotions and memories she had long since buried.

Sasha Reigns... No wonder they could go wherever they wanted in the mansion. No wonder a woman was wearing a suit at a high-society party. No wonder... she felt comfortable when she listened to her voice; it was a voice so familiar, even if she hadn't made the connection earlier in the night.

Bellamy stiffened for a moment, unable to properly think. But when the next kiss came, when teeth met her milky flesh, electricity ran through her, electrifying her and intensifying a previously mild response. She even moaned, allowing a throaty sound of pleasure and desire slip from her throat as she lost control.

Previously, she wanted it, needing something else to occupy her night. But now, she found her body reacting so intensely that it transcended need, to the point that she didn't think she could stop; she didn't want to, either. All because it was Sasha.

Bellamy fought the urge to say the other girl's name, fearful that doing so would bring the night to a halt. Yes, fear, she felt fear that things would end there, that she would find herself scaring off the person she had run from before. It was silly, expecting the attention of the person she had once abandoned, but she couldn't help it; the heart wanted what it wanted, and suddenly seeing her face was too much for Bellamy to deal with rationally. So, she abandoned rationality, indulging herself in emotions unearthed after years.

Soon, soft moans that failed to be silenced filled the air, Bellamy responding to every kiss, lick, and bite that lit her skin on fire. At the same time, one of her hands traveled down, softly resting on top of Sasha's head, stroking it with a tenderness and affection that required great control when she was so worked up.

 

[Javorcek]

“I think you need little reason to surrender; I think you just crave a competent partner, one who is worth bending to,” Sasha murmured into soft flesh, fairly certain of her guess. She may be a little cocky in thinking she was worthy; but the fact of the matter was, she knew how to please and take care of a woman, better than any man here. Besides, if the stranger were another top who didn’t want to bend, they would have clashed immediately on the dance floor when Sasha had tried to redirect her. If she were a top, she wouldn’t be here, laying on her back, preparing to be ravished by someone she didn’t know. Just by being a bottom, the other girl was already halfway there to surrendering to a Domme, and therefore putting on a collar...but.... she supposed, there was still a little bit more of a nudge needed.

“There are Doms out there that like to destroy their toys, take them apart so that surrender is the only option,” Sasha didn’t particularly care for those types. She understood people had their kinks, but she couldn’t reconcile the difference between a destructive dominant and a person who abused their spouse. Such were the type of men that ran in their circles; men who would beat, abuse, or restrict in order to force their wills. It was lazy at best and cruel at worst in her mind. What was the point of collaring and owning a sub if you weren’t going to take care of them?

“But I like to build a sub up...I prefer to treat them more like a prized pet. Lots of praise and pleasure if they’re good...plenty of discipline if they’re naughty. I think you’d quite like surrendering under those conditions.”

When her mask came off, she noticed the other girl stiffen underneath her. Perhaps it was like getting a bucket of cold water dumped on her; the reality setting in that Sasha was definitely a woman and they were really about to do this. Sasha didn’t want this to end over a little cold feet though. When she leaned down to nip at the other girl’s neck again, then pepper kisses and offer a firmer bite with a playful growl, she was rewarded with a moan in return. She felt that delicious body melt underneath her and responded with her own eagerness in turn, working her way down lower.

Sasha was one of those oddballs that actually really liked going down on another girl. Even when she wore a strap, she liked to do it; never treating it like a chore before the main event as most men did. Having all of her senses wrapped up in a woman’s sex was absolute heaven for her. The feel of satin and heat on her tongue, the scent and flavor of slick arousal, the absolutely wonderful moans she was treated to when a girl was enjoying herself.

She didn’t care if she came off as eager as she pushed up the bottom of the other girl’s dress; judging by how ruined her underwear was, she wasn’t the only one. Nimble fingers hooked themselves on the soaked scrap of fabric, peeling it off and tossing it away so that she could settle in between lovely thighs without obstacle. She planted a few kisses, tongue exploring sensitive skin before moving towards her lover’s center. Sasha was a very observant and curious person by nature. In the bedroom it made her a quick study; she’d try everything she could think of with her lips and tongue, and once she saw what worked, she didn’t let up.

She let out a happy hum when she felt nails against her scalp, giving her encouragement to keep up the flicks and swirls of her clever tongue.

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy needed a competent partner; that much rang true. However, the way she reacted to Sasha's every touch had nothing to do with Sasha's competence or her own submission, at least not the kind of submission they both hinted at with their playful words. No, from the moment Bellamy saw Sasha's face, her younger years came back to her, and everything she felt back then returned to the surface.

Their complicated past spoke of two young girls, two friends, probably in love but too ignorant to realize it. Then, a kiss, one so innocent and unexpected that Bellamy panicked, unable to figure out what it meant. Nervous, and perhaps a bit fearful given her family's position on such things, she chose to run away. Their friendship ended, Bellamy made a few bad decisions, and things ended there; it became the past.

While it could be considered sad, Bellamy moved forward, though perhaps she didn't move on. Even so, many years later, she only slept with a few men, three to be exact, and one of those was a pathetic first time about a month after her kiss with Sasha. After that bad decision, she met a few pretty boys, but it never stuck. Now, with Sasha, she felt something of a spark, an undefinable feeling her other experiences never had — excitement.

Even when they started fooling around, while she had been lustful, she hadn't been excited; that happened after the mask came off. She's become more beautiful. Although Bellamy considered it an objective thought, the moan that followed tainted any innocence it had.

However, Sasha didn't leave her to her thoughts for long, removing her panties and tossing them aside. Bellamy flushed, her cheeks full of color, and her lips parted slightly as she took a few heavy breaths laced with arousal and anticipation.

"Tease..." she managed to breathe out, her voice dripping with need. No matter how affectionate she was, her body now wanted something more, and she could barely hold herself back. The hand that had been gently touching Sasha's head twitched slightly, seeming to consider more forceful actions. However, before she could do or say anything else, the tongue that teased her seconds before took action.

"Oh, God!" Bellamy cried out, her body shivering as a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. She quickly lost control.

Sasha didn't give her any time to rest, and Bellamy fell under a spell, unable to think, much less take complicated actions. It was as if she had short-circuited, lost amidst the building waves of pleasure, which threatened to pull her under. The hand that had been on Sasha's head had now joined her other hand at her side, searching for something to grip as her body writhed and fought against the pleasant sensations that came with every lick and nibble.

"S-Sasha..." her voice trembled, "why are you so good at this!" It almost sounded accusatory, but the way her voice undulated into a higher pitch halfway through caused it to be far cuter than she meant it to be; it was far cuter than any sound Bellamy ever made, more fitting of her love of fruity drinks than the elegant image she usually displayed.

So caught up in her own pleasure, Bellamy didn't even notice when she lost her mask. In fact, her eyes had closed somewhere in the middle, her entire focus on the minute details of what quickly turned into an oral experience more incredible than she thought possible.

 

[Javorcek]

Hearing her name from the other girl’s lips made Sasha’s core throb and her attentions grow more intense. She wanted to hear it cried out, again and again. Wanted to hear those sweet moans with that cute tremble and that high timbre. It didn’t even register in her lust addled mind that she hadn’t introduced herself, that this stranger shouldn’t even know who she was.

Despite her best efforts to devour her, the other girl still bucked and writhed the closer she got to orgasm, seeking her release. Sasha wouldn’t be rushed though, she was enjoying herself, lapping up delicious juices while she heard those sweet moans and whimpers. She dug her blunt nails into the other girl’s hips as she pinned her fidgeting body to the leather. She briefly stopped the work of her tongue, just so she could pull back and give a reprimand, “Greedy...you’ll take what you’re given and you’ll cum when I le-“ the last of her threat died on her lips when she looked up, seeing a very, very familiar face looking back at her.

“Bellamy?!?!” Sasha gave an undignified squeak, scrambling away as though she had been burned. She hit the edge of the chaise and tumbled onto the floor in her haste to back off. “Ow. Fuck!” She hissed as she popped back up onto her feet as though she hadn’t just made a fool of herself. Her elbow hurt, and maybe her pride, but nothing was broken.

Part of her had hoped when she got up, she hadn’t seen what she had seen. But there she was, there was Bellamy, half naked and strewn about on a leather chaise next to a fireplace like one of her fantasies come to life. She was arguably far more beautiful than she had been when they were teens...Bellamy had always been a pretty girl, but now that she was a woman, she was absolutely gorgeous and Sasha just -wanted.- Wanted her. Wanted everything.

Sasha quickly averted her eyes, picking a spot on one of the shelves to stare at. Seeing a flushed, panting, and not fully fucked Bellamy was causing her to burn up for a reason other than surprised anger. She wanted to pounce all the more, go again for round two and make her lover into far more of a mess. But she couldn’t, because it was Bellamy! Bellamy who had been her first female kiss. Bellamy who had been her best friend... Bellamy who had abandoned her.

How many times had she thought about this when they were younger? Her innocent teenage mind could never have imagined something to this extent, but she had definitely guiltily fantasized about her old friend before. There had been a time when the two of them had been inseparable, when Sasha couldn’t wait for summers because that meant she could spend time with her best friend. Even though their families hated each other, Bellamy wasn’t like any of them. The other girl had been fun and interesting and kind and hadn’t cared about Sasha’s two moms or her last name. And Sasha had been good about it, she had played it cool. She knew Bellamy’s family, knew her friend was straight, knew that they were only destined to be friends. And that was fine. Sasha could live with all that.

And then they kissed...and everything had gone sideways.

“What the fuck, Bell?!” Now Sasha was properly angry because she remembered. She remembered their first kiss; one that had made her heart pound so erratically that she’d thought it would burst. She couldn’t recall who had initiated it...maybe they both had... It had been stupid, fueled with nothing but puppy love and nothing to be upset over when Bellamy didn’t return her feelings....but it had hurt because they had been best friends for so long before and then everything was just chucked away afterwards, like it hadn’t even mattered.

“You can’t ignore me for years and then pull this bullshit!” Sasha accused angrily. What had it been, seven years since she had heard from the other girl? And then Bellamy has the nerve to hit on -her- at the bar?!?!? As if any other woman in their social circle would dress like this! As if it hadn’t obviously been Sasha under the mask!

Oh God, and the things she had said! The things she had alluded to... Honestly she could have said worse. Etiquette aside, Sasha had a mouth on her and didn’t shy away from dirty talk. But it was different this time! It was Bellamy and Bellamy knew her and...it was just weird.

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy heard Sasha's surprised voice, but she responded slowly, still experiencing the aftershocks of breathtaking pleasure. She felt so euphoric that the entire world seemed to grow blurry as her senses tried to deal with the overload, so thinking proved problematic. Still, after regaining a bit of awareness, a bucket of cold water woke her from the addled state, causing an unpleasant clash of hot and cold within her.

The first thing Bellamy did was reach up to touch her face, quickly realizing that her mask had fallen off somewhere along the way. Damn. While she hadn't discounted the other person finding out her identity, she hadn't thought it would be Sasha, and by the time she did know, her mind no longer cared. Unfortunately, she seemed to be paying the price.

"Sasha..." Bellamy's voice quivered a bit, but her nerves were hidden behind panting, and it helped that her current state was more than a little distracting. Maybe she stood a chance of not appearing completely terrified, assuming she controlled her expression.

Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? That was what she wanted to ask, but after saying Sasha's name, she found it difficult to continue, mainly because of how the other girl looked at her. It only became more difficult when Sasha averted her gaze. She was still so cute... even when clearly furious.

Unfortunately, Sasha's adorable side never remained tame, not back when they were kids and not now. After acting cute for a second, she turned back in a rage. Though, Bellamy didn't miss the fact that Sasha still called her by her nickname. Bell, only Sasha called her that. Her family and friends didn't, and she never grew close enough to a boyfriend to hear anything as affectionate.

She managed to smile despite being looked at with angry eyes, though she didn't dare make her small bout of happiness too obvious; she didn't want to infuriate Sasha further. Only, her face turned a bit dark as Sasha continued.

"I didn't pull anything, ba—" she paused, stopping herself from calling out the pet name she had for Sasha, knowing better than to do so considering the situation. After all, even when they were on the best of terms, calling her "Bambi" had been enough to have Sasha chasing her down.

"In retrospect, I should have made the connection, but I didn't." Bellamy enjoyed toying with people sometimes, but not with something like this. She didn't have the guts to do something so bold with Sasha, though she didn't regret it either, even if she probably should.

The only thing she didn't have an answer for was why she didn't put a stop to things when she realized it was Sasha, but she kept her mouth shut and hoped the other girl's anger would prevent her from thinking that far. It probably wouldn't — Sasha had always been clever even when angry — but she could hope.

Bellamy suddenly felt awkward. With the aftershocks of the orgasm no longer rocking her body, she managed to make herself a tad more presentable, but there was no hiding what had been done to her, and remained an extremely enticing sight.

While she felt the need to apologize, wanting to coax Sasha into not being angry, she simply said, "I'm not that cruel a person, Sasha." That being said, after saying that, she didn't stand and head towards the door. Instead, without saying another word, she looked over at Sasha and waited quietly, trying to figure out how her past friend would respond. She didn't even know what she wanted, but she was still there.

 

[Javorcek]

“Don’t you dare.” Sasha growled, eyes narrowing; it was amazing how even after all this time, her ears could pick up the start of her old nickname. Well, not a nickname that anyone called her by, just Bellamy, and only if she ever wanted to get a rise out of her. Bellamy would call her ‘Bambi’ and then dart away, and Sasha of course would get riled up and chase after her. She’d tackle, wrestle, and tickle her friend until she cried ‘uncle’... and that’s how it had gone for awhile, probably a longer while than it should be at all proper.

Sasha was always a very physical person, but after awhile she had been more than old enough to control herself and her temper whenever Bellamy teased her with that nickname. In fact that stupid nickname and their stupid game were what had gotten Sasha all twisted up inside and thinking her friend liked her more than she was supposed to in the first place! Bellamy had called her that name, and when Sasha taken her to the ground and perched atop her in victory, Bellamy had actually rolled her hips up into hers. Her friend hadn’t flailed or fought like she always did, but had bucked like she was trying to grind into her...Sasha had of course panicked, jumping off Bellamy as if she were a live wire. But she still remembered that day, and remembered the way Bellamy had looked at her; with bright and playful eyes full of challenge....

Poor Sasha. Poor stupid, hormone-crazed, puppy dog Sasha. She had never stood a chance.

Sasha was pacing before she even realized it, caught up in memories, trying to make everything fit with what was happening now. How her parents arranged musical notes to form a complete composition, Sasha similarly arranged bits and pieces of information to try to see the bigger picture. However, every time she thought about her past with Bellamy and tried to make sense of what had happened, it it had just driven her crazy, and so she had just tucked away, prepared to leave it a mystery and move on with her life.

And now Bellamy was here. Bellamy was flushed and panting and soaked and it was because of -her-

This should not be happening. It didn’t make sense.

She knew Bellamy never did anything by accident; her old friend was smart and calculating. So what was all this about? Why now? Why her? Because Bellamy knew it had been her...at least near the end; she could have stopped Sasha but she didn’t. But why? She could have gone off and gotten an orgasm from anyone else; Bellamy was pretty, it didn’t need to be her. It didn’t need to be Sasha.

Gah, she felt like her brain was going to explode!

There was too much going on. She was trying to rationalize something while adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her elbow ached with soreness, and every other fiber of her being that wasn’t being used for those two feelings was just vibrating with desire. She couldn’t think straight with Bellamy’s sweet taste still on her tongue and her moans still ringing in her ears.

And then there was Bellamy’s declaration that she wouldn’t be that cruel to do this all on purpose. “Maybe not that cruel on purpose, but you manage by accident just fine.” Sasha couldn’t keep the bite out of her words. Maybe the other girl hadn’t meant for any of their past to happen, maybe she hadn’t meant any of this present to happen....but either way, things still turned out the way they did and it all still tore Sasha to shreds. As tough an exterior as she put up, her heart was still a very fragile thing. Despite her best efforts to guard it as an adult, Bellamy still managed to get in and wound her like she had access to a flaw in her defenses that Sasha hadn’t accounted for.

So now what? Bellamy was here. Not running away but actually sitting right there, letting Sasha decide. She should just be angry, she should just roar at Bellamy and tell her to fuck off and get out....

But she was stupid and horny and couldn’t forget the feeling of slick heat or the sound of high pitched moans.

“Just...just shut up and lose the dress.” Sasha’s finally growled; her carnal desires ended up winning out over her anger and hurt. She could compartmentalize and bury everything back where it went later....this was supposed to be her ‘last hurrah’ before her internship dominated her life. She may as well enjoy this one night with someone who was familiar, as well as gorgeous.

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy watched as calmly as she could as Sasha struggled with her emotions. Considering the Sasha she knew would have already run over and started pummeling her with small fists, she felt as if things were going strangely well; fortunately for her, seeing as Sasha was no longer the tiny "Bambi" she had once been.

Still, not being thrown out immediately was enough to surprise Bellamy, as well as give her a little hope. Not that she knew what she was hoping for. Whatever she was thinking, she never expected what eventually came out of Sasha's mouth, not in her wildest of fantasies.

No, not the sharp retort, she expected that; she deserved it too. After all, whether she intended for the events of the night to happen or not, she still owed Sasha quite a bit after running away all those years ago, and she still hadn't paid any of it back, not a bit.

Bellamy couldn't respond to the sharp words, but what came out of Sasha's mouth next... Bellamy couldn't hide her surprise. "Lose my dress?" she asked in a daze, her head swimming. However, while her mind found it difficult to keep up with what was happening, her body reacted on instinct — her cheeks heating up, her heartbeat pounding rapidly against her chest, and her hands moving up to remove the fabric clinging to her skin.

While she didn't know why it was happening, Bellamy didn't feel like questioning it; her dream come true wasn't worth ruining with dumb questions.

"Done," Bellamy said with obvious excitement, sounding just a little too eager. Still, the sight she revealed to Sasha was something else, far different than the body one would expect from a spoiled socialite. With the dress completely gone, an athletic body revealed itself.

Bellamy had a few hobbies that left the realm of the expected for someone in her world, one of which was rock climbing. She spent a great deal of time at rock walls, and she had been to every decent spot in the state, even a number outside of the state when she was traveling. Her body reflected the effort, especially the delectable abs that seemed out of place yet perfectly suited her form.

After undressing, Bellamy didn't wait for long, slowly walking across the room to Sasha. While the girl was growling and going on, Bellamy still felt a bit of hesitance from her. So, instead of waiting for her to get over it, she walked over, leaned down, and kissed her. Only, this time, she kissed her as Bellamy, not a masked stranger.

She didn't know what to say, so she chose a kiss, a kiss that intensified quickly, one that spoke towards the buildup of emotion and desire that Bellamy couldn't speak out. Through that kiss, Bellamy felt as if she had returned to the past, back to when being Bellamy Wainright didn't matter, back when her time with Sasha allowed her to forget her horrid namesake and feel... happy.

Sasha probably never realized just how much she meant to Bellamy back then. Even now... Bellamy finally ended the kiss, pulling back reluctantly, panting gently as she did.

"You know, you can't entirely blame me for not recognizing you. I mean, you've grown so beautiful." Bellamy knew how unfair those words were, being perfectly aware of everything, but the words flowed from her lips before she could think about it.

"Can I?" she then asked, following the flattery up with a gentle tug at Sasha's clothes, clearly intent on not being the only one of them without clothes on. If she could, she would already be between a naked Sasha's legs. As if unable to keep the desire to herself, she moved her lips to Sasha's ear and said, "The sooner it's off, the sooner I can return the favor. After all, I can't have you thinking I'm a selfish lover."

 

[Javorcek]

Hungry eyes raked over Bellamy’s body as the other girl removed her dress, pleasantly surprised at what was underneath. She had been expecting the usual soft body of someone who never had to work a day in their life. Everything she laid eyes on reflected anything but that. Sasha had never been one to really objectify or ogle, but Bellamy gave her a reason to start. She would be happy to run her lips over every section of muscle, to nip and growl and mark this strong woman as hers.

Before she could tamp down anymore confusing feelings and pounce, Bellamy approached her first. Sasha watched, probably looking more like a skittish animal and less like an angry predator as she did so. She found herself being kissed by surprisingly tender lips...a feeling sparking in her chest that she just could not bear. So she cupped the back of Bellamy’s neck, pulled her closer, kissed her harder, filled their kiss with raw want and desire and things that were not so complicated until her lungs ached for a proper breath.

Sasha couldn’t suppress the little bark of laughter at Bellamy’s excuse that she had been unrecognizable. She thought she looked just like she always did: still stuck at the same height (despite her hope she’d get taller), bright hazel eyes and tan skin like her mom, dark brown hair and a more petite frame like her mama. But she supposed she’d filled out a little more, her hips held a more womanly flare and her breasts, while still modest, were still more than had been when she’d been a kid. She had always been a scrawny thing as a teen, pretty, but scrawny nonetheless. As she’d grown up she had gotten out of distance running and more into body weight training; kickboxing and HIIT classes were more her speed now, her lithe frame sporting just a bit of toned muscle to fill her out further.

The request that she actually reveal her body though was unexpected. Not that she was shy of nudity...she just sort of expected Bellamy to be nervous about reciprocating with a woman. That was fine by her anyways, Sasha didn’t mind spending her time between a pretty girl’s legs, plus the power difference between them was palpable as long as one was clothed and one was nude.

“Alright,” curiosity ended up getting the better of her. She wanted to see just what Bellamy could do to her. She kicked off her shoes and took off her jacket. Then off came the vest, tie, and shirt. There was the edge of a tattoo visible on her shoulder, a trail of ink that became much more prominent as it ran down her left lat and to her lower back. The piece was quite big, taking up about a third of her back; images of wildlife and scenery one might find in the Adirondacks or the Catskills tied together into one work of art. It was something that would easily be hidden in corporate clothes, but something she could show off in a sports bra or a bikini.

After removing the last of her clothes, she took Bellamy by the hand and led her back towards the chaise so she could lay down. As soon as the other girl joined her, she kissed her again. Even on her back, Sasha still seemed aggressive. Her hands were just a little too rough in their exploration of Bellamy’s back and rear, her tongue and teeth just a little too claiming.

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy took pride in her appearance, knowing just how beautiful she was, but she never cared what others thought; Sasha proved the exception. From the moment Bellamy removed her clothes, she felt nervous, vulnerable even. However, all of that vanished when she looked into Sasha's hungry, very appreciative eyes. Perhaps it would even be more apt to call her burning gaze lecherous, carrying the kind of look that only felt nice because Sasha was the one behind it.

The same desire as was in Sasha's eyes came through when she took control of the kiss, and it threatened to devour Bellamy, seeming both a declaration of want and dominance. Then again, their night had already set the tone for who was in charge, and even if Bellamy's mind traveled back, nothing changed; Sasha had always held power over her.

The fact that Sasha grew up into a beautiful, sexy woman only made it more difficult for Bellamy to resist her, especially once the masculine clothes were removed and tossed aside.

Bellamy's fingers traced across Sasha's skin as her eyes admired the sight in front of her. Whether it was the beautiful tattoo or the hint of strength that her nubile form lacked when they were younger, Bellamy appreciated the changes. However, Sasha didn't give her long to soak in the view, pulling her towards the chaise.

"Hey..." Bellamy complained softly, though she followed her regardless. She didn't even resist when Sasha took action, roughly exploring her body. Even if she wanted to return the favor, it was difficult for her to stop something that felt so damn good. In fact, the rougher Sasha handled her, the more she seemed to feel it.

No, get a hold of yourself! she chastised herself, whimpering internally as she pulled herself away from the pleasure of being toyed with by Sasha.

"Sorry, Sasha, but it's my turn," Bellamy said, though the difficulty she had remaining level-headed came through in the form of a strained, husky voice.

Before Bellamy could regret her decision, she used firm, strong hands to stop Sasha, displaying the strength of a climber as she removed Sasha's hands from her body. Once she had a bit of freedom, she dipped her head down, kissing Sasha's neck before slowly making her way south. She moved down Sasha's body, her lips, tongue, and teeth seeming to mimic what Sasha had done to her, only far clumsier.

Although Bellamy didn't show it, acting as confident as ever, it quickly became clear how inexperienced she was. Even before, when they were kissing, she found herself stumbling through the more passionate kisses, only adept when it came to chaste or soft kisses. Now, left to her own devices, she could only do what Sasha had done to her.

Despite not knowing what she was doing, Bellamy didn't shy away. She moved down with obvious excitement, making up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm and affection; she spent a particularly long time once she reached Sasha's core, adding a few extra kisses before moving towards her thighs, which she lavished with nips and licks. She remembered how good Sasha's attention felt, so she didn't skip out on any of it. So, when she finally moved her soft tongue to Sasha's dripping folds, it was long overdue — for both of them.

Feeling surprisingly impatient, as if she had been waiting for years and not minutes, Bellamy extended her tongue, starting with a long, slow lick, savoring the unexpectedly pleasant nectar. She wanted more.

 

[Javorcek]

Despite saying she’d let Bellamy try, Sasha soon found herself getting caught up in the urge to get her way. She didn’t do it consciously, it just kind of naturally happened as her desires overtook her. She wanted to be on top, wanted to have her lover laying under her, helpless in their pleasure. She was just about to roll the two of them over and do as she wished when she felt strong hands capture her own. With a disgruntled growl, she nipped at Bellamy, muscles tensing; but she didn’t spring forward to fight, as much as she wanted to. She let her hands be shooed away, even though they already twitched with the urge to touch and grab at muscular flesh again.

She forced herself to be still, to just relax, feel, and enjoy soft lips worshipping her skin. Something she noticed though was that Bellamy wasn’t particularly consistent in her attentions. Sometimes her teeth nipped her a little too hard or her tongue was a tiny bit too sloppy. They were little details really; the other girl had no hesitation because she obviously wanted to do what she was doing, but sometimes her mouth was a bit clumsy. Realizing her lover’s inexperience, Sasha managed to muster up a bit of patience...even though she wanted to scream several threats if Bellamy didn’t hurry up and fuck her already.

The first contact of warm velvet against her dripping slit had her back arching and a soft moan slipping past her lips. Even though Bellamy didn’t feel like an experienced lover between her legs, she definitely made up for it with enthusiasm. Not that Bellamy’s prowess mattered anyways, Sasha was so wound up from before that she could’ve easily just cum from riding the other girl’s face.

“That, right there, more,” Sasha groaned. Her fingers laced into Bellamy’s hair, scratching her scalp as she pulled slightly, guiding the girl exactly where she wanted her but not taking control entirely. “Good girl...” Sasha purred out the words before she could think better of saying them. Here she was, still a little mad at her asshole ex friend, and yet offering praise. She rationalized it away by reasoning that Bellamy hadn’t been with many, if any, other girls....and so Sasha would not be a total jerk, especially not if this was her first time with another woman. She’d treat her as she would any lover, at least for tonight.

“F-fuck. God, Bell, a-little-faster.” Sasha breathed out the words between moans, hips starting to jog of their own accord as she chased her peak. She cried out as pleasure shot through her body, fingers tightening their grip in Bellamy’s hair. “Keep going! Don’t stop.”

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They spent hours together, entirely losing track of time because they were so wrapped up in pleasure. Sasha was absolutely exhausted by the end of it, her entire body so sensitive from her poor overstimulated nerves. She could have easily passed out there on the chaise, tangled up Bellamy....but it was for the best they got up and went back to the dwindling party. Sasha didn’t need to be found naked in her grandparents’ library and Bellamy needed to go home.

There were no promises of meeting up again or seeing one another soon. This wasn’t Sasha’s first one night stand, not that she had many of them, but she understood the boundaries.

It still stung though when she crawled into her very large bed at the estate and went to sleep alone.

 

[ClearSight]

When Bellamy woke up the next morning, she still had the previous night's events on her mind. She felt so giddy after the fact that she had to resist doing one of those over-dramatic pillow hugs, tempted to roll back and forth on her bed while screaming. The only thing was, she wasn't sure whether she was screaming because she couldn't believe something so amazing happened or because it ended in the worst way possible.

The moment Sasha let her take control, Bellamy knew she couldn't turn back. Sasha was too enticing, too beautiful, and as inexperienced as she was, she was so driven by her own desire that she didn't hesitate, not for a moment. Every kiss, every lick, every nip, and every touch was done with a mix of lust and affection that confused even Bellamy.

Then, when Sasha took control — when she got tired of letting inexperienced lips probe for what gave her pleasure — Bellamy felt overwhelmed, wanting nothing more than to coo and listen to her every word... especially during the numerous times that Sasha called her "Bell."

The entire night turned into a hazy mix of pleasure from that moment on, her nickname and the constant praising driving Bellamy up a wall she had no way to get down from without Sasha's help. Fortunately, she didn't have to struggle for long, both her mind and body submitting to her old friend the moment Sasha decided to act.

When it ended, Bellamy could barely think, her mind overheated by orgasm after orgasm. She couldn't even remember how many times Sasha had pushed her over the edge, but judging by her dry throat and aching muscles, it was a lot; after all, to make her ache was quite the accomplishment.

Then she left, the bell tolling on a night equivalent to a fairy tale. For the first time in her life, waking up in her own bed somehow carried with it a feeling of disappointment. Worse still, she couldn't take any time to clear her head, having an internship to go to and a family to appease after standing up her "date."

"Waiting won't make it any better," Bellamy muttered from her bed, getting up and heading to the bathroom. Like anyone addicted to planning ahead, she already had an outfit waiting, one picked out especially for the day. It was nothing special, just a pencil skirt, blouse, and blazer, all black and white, attractive but tasteful. If only she could get ready and make it out of the house before her family lost their minds.

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By the time Bellamy got to the law firm, she was exhausted. Breakfast had been miserable, and a meal she desperately tried to avoid. Unfortunately, her brother was waiting outside her room when she finished getting ready, a look on his face as if he didn't want to be there. Clearly, he had been sent to act as lookout, dragged into the rest of the family's ploy to drag her to a meal so she couldn't escape a tongue lashing.

After all of that, getting to the hellishly difficult internship seemed like a relief, a place she could relax, which was sad enough that she stopped for a very caffeinated beverage on the way in, a hot coffee with enough creamer and espresso to make her forget her woes; it came with the added benefit of revitalizing her a bit after the short night of sleep.

When she arrived, she somehow managed to be early, but that was fine as well. She left the house in such a hurry the time didn't matter. Besides, she knew a number of the people at the firm, so she had plenty to do while she waited.

 

[Javorcek]

Sasha woke up Monday morning a little bit before her alarm. She wasn’t hung over from last night’s party, but she was definitely a little dehydrated, pleasantly sore, and still smelling of sex. Last night had been amazing...but the reminder that she was in a bed, alone the next morning doused her happiness. No matter, Bellamy is going to do whatever Bellamy does, I’ll be here for a few months, and then I’ll go back home with a glowing few lines on my resume. Even if things could happen (which she was sure they wouldn’t because judging from last night, Bellamy already had a suitor lined up) they wouldn’t happen anyways because Sasha had no plans to stay down south longer than she had to.

She laid there for a while, processing, boxing up, and burying her memories of last night until her alarm went off. Then she was up, doing a few stretches to get her body more awake before a shower. She hadn’t made it home to her own apartment last night; but that wasn’t any great loss. There were plenty of clothes here at the estate for her. They weren’t the form fitting pantsuit she had planned on; but there was a black dress that had a conservative neckline, longer sleeves, as well as an appropriate skirt length she could wear.

After doing her hair and tossing on a bracelet and necklace, she went down to have some breakfast with her grandparents. Her mothers were here as well, but they partied far harder than anyone their age should, and were probably still asleep. Her grandfather already had his nose buried in the paper and her grandmother was already halfway through her meal.

“You are going to be a great lawyer, Sasha. But just remember: if you dress like an assistant, if you act like an assistant...if you party like an assistant, that is all you will ever be.” Her grandfather spoke, not even looking up from his paper as he did.

“Yes, grandpa.” Sasha took the slight reprimand gracefully. Apparently the staff here could keep a secret for her mothers but didn’t have the same tight lipped courtesy for the baby Reigns.

“Oh Robert let the girl have a little fun. She’s going to be so busy for the next few months!” Her grandmother scolded, then turned to Sasha with a bright smile. “Don’t you listen to grandpa, puddin’. You look bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take on the world. I’m sure you will do wonderful on your first day.”

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“Good to see you again, Ms. Reigns.” One of the secretaries greeted her at the front desk with a cordial smile. “I will show you to your office and then introduce you to some of the other interns. Then the partners would like to meet in half an hour with all the interns to discuss the day’s agenda. Mrs. Wynn will be your mentor...but any of the partners may request your help at any time,” the secretary handed her a thick folder full of her orientation materials, and then a little card with Mrs. Wynn’s personal contact information. “I’d put that in your phone; she already has all your information.”

“Thank you, Darla.” Sasha offered a polite smile back and then followed along as the other woman led her down a few hallways and to her tiny office where she could drop off her things. Then it was off to the large, glass walled conference room where the interns were gathered, 6 of them in total; 3 potential lawyers and 3 potential paralegals.

Sasha was starting to get a little nervous as she approached. It was just butterflies that she knew would go away once she settled in. She looked like she fit right in here, but she was acutely aware that she wasn’t from around here and didn’t know anyone past the acquaintance stage. She’d have to start putting herself out there, making friends and allies if she wanted to play the games her social circle required.

One of the paralegals who wasn’t grouped up with the others spotted her first. It appeared that 4 of them already knew eachother, and this guy was the odd man out. It made her feel a little better to know she wasn’t the only outsider here. “Morning; I’m David Harris,” there was a tint of a Boston accent in his voice. The man smiled, offering his hand to Sasha.

“Nice to meet you David, Sasha Reigns.” Sasha smiled back as she took his hand, happy to find someone she might have something in common with.

“Oh good, another northerner.” David laughed, seeming relieved as well that he’d stumbled upon another outsider.

“Reigns?” A woman’s voice spoke up from the circled up group, curious and just a little condescending. “Like Senator Robert Reigns?”

Ugh. She knew she should have taken her mom’s last name and not mama’s. But she supposed being recognized as a senator’s granddaughter was better than having everyone trip over the harsh Slavic pronunciation of Javorcek until the day she died. “Yes, that’s my grandfather.”

“Please, Paisley, spare us. Don’t act like you’re not here because of your mother’s influence,” another woman chuckled, pulling away from the group to join Sasha and David. “Charlotte Ashline; but you can call me Charlie.”

Sasha was only half listening to Charlotte as she introduced herself, because once the blonde had pulled away from her circle, she had revealed a very familiar brunette wearing a smart looking blazer and a cute pencil skirt.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy spent the bit of time she had before the big intern meeting chatting with a friend, a lawyer at the firm she knew from around. They weren't exactly close, but once they got chatting about the law, the conversation grew difficult to end. Even when Bellamy knew she needed to leave, she hesitated. Fortunately for her, the man knew better, advising her to get there early and not risk gaining Mrs. Wynn's wrath. As good-natured as the woman could be, she wouldn't hesitate to show her fiercer side; especially when it came to leading the interns, a job she took very seriously.

"Alright, Dawkins, I'll get going." Bellamy sighed, a bit disappointed that she could talk more about the finer points of the law with the man; at least she was in the right place for that sort of thing.

After leaving the junior partner's office, Bellamy took the last drink of her coffee and found a place to toss the cup, only heading towards the meeting room when she was as presentable as she possibly could be.

After strolling into the glass-walled conference room, Bellamy walked over and took a seat to the side, hiding herself to the side. She didn't care about sticking out, but she had no desire to get involved in a conversation after seeing Paisley, even if Charlotte was also there. In fact, after seeing Paisley, she had the urge to put in some earbuds and drown out the world. It may have been a harsh thought, and she didn't actually hate her, but she just couldn't deal with it on such little sleep, even with a hefty dose of caffeine.

Unfortunately, fate seemed intent on dragging her into something, but not because of Paisley. Bellamy's ears pricked up when she heard a familiar voice, and a jolt ran through her, some of the previous night's activities floating to the forefront of her mind.

Sasha... is here. Bellamy could barely get further than that simplistic thought, her brain short-circuiting. Even when she regained her calm, she didn't know what to do, ending up just sitting there and staring straight ahead, feeling like an idiot. While it didn't seem like that long, turning now would make her look silly after keeping to herself.

No, she couldn't take it! Bellamy barely lasted a few seconds, barely even staying still long enough for Charlotte to finish her introduction before she turned her head to take a lot and... met Sasha's eyes as if it were predestined.

She stopped herself from instantly turning away, forcefully restraining herself. Then, she just looked at her, trying not to let out an overjoyed smile, trying not to blush, trying not to look strange in any way. The result of that was her just looking at Sasha, so little reaction that it seemed as if they hadn't spent a mind-blowing night together.

"Oh, and this is Bellamy!" Charlotte started, only for Bellamy to interrupt her with a slightly disturbed voice, though not noticeable enough for anyone who didn't know her to notice.

"We know each other," Bellamy didn't reveal anything, but between her voice and the words, Charlotte grew curious. Fortunately, she had enough decency not to ask in front of others, simply nodding.

Before things could grow even more awkward, Mrs. Wynn walked in, looking at the lot of them with a firm gaze. Despite that, Bellamy found herself barely able to pay attention, her thoughts seemingly locked on the gorgeous woman on the other side of the conference room. It took everything she had to avoid looking over, even after the official introduction and orientation began.

 

[Javorcek]

Hopefully there wasn’t an expression of abject horror on her face, because Sasha was in a nightmare. She had really been counting on her plan that her and Bellamy weren’t going to run into each other at all while she was down here...or at least, if she did, she’d be able to turn and run the other way. Now she was trapped in a conference room with the other girl for two hours and in a law firm for 6 months. The firm was big, but to think she’d be able to avoid the other girl here was laughable.

She managed to spackle her polite smile onto her face quickly. Nodding a bit to confirm that her and Bellamy knew each other already. Thankfully she didn’t have to say anything further, because Mrs. Wynn strode in and their meeting could begin.

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By the time lunch rolled around, Sasha had practically jumped onto David’s invitation to go explore the nearby places to eat, something the other law interns didn’t bother with....probably because they viewed David as beneath him, or were too chicken to leave the building and be seen as ones who didn’t take their work seriously. Sasha didn’t care. She’d seen the partners high tail it out earlier. Plus she was eager to get the hell out of the firm, not because she was having any sort of difficulty with her work.... Bellamy’s presence was just slowly killing her on the inside.

Every time Sasha came out of her office for any reason, Bellamy was there. And she wasn’t just there, standing somewhere being innocent, she was always maniacally bent over something with her stupid perfect ass in the air. Whether it be leaning over a desk to point at something in the papers of a coworker, or dropping something in Sasha’s path and bending over to pick it up, Sasha was just taunted by her behind all morning.

Maybe she was just losing it. Maybe she was just being paranoid. No one could possibly drop this many things in a single day. She was obviously blowing things out of proportion.

The fresh air would help. Lunch with David would help. She’d take a break, recharge, stop thinking the world was out to get her, and then go back to work like a normal sane person. She wouldn’t look at Bellamy’s ass. She’d just bury herself in the files she had been given and ask anyone else in the world other than Bellamy for help if she needed it.

Thankfully Mrs. Wynn was accommodating when it came to her questions, as were the secretaries. The older lawyer had already complimented her note taking (every time Sasha had to ask a question, she wrote down the answer so she didn’t forget it and appear a fool by asking the same thing twice). The thing that appeared to get under Wynn’s skin was a law student who just did things they weren’t sure of and committed to an obvious mistake rather than appear a unsure and ask someone to double check them. It was day one and Paisley had already managed to get on her shit list over that, something Mrs. Wynn didn’t hide during their brief, end of day meeting, “I can fix ignorance...but I cannot fix arrogance or stupidity. You are all here to learn; if you want to impress me, do so opening up your minds to the fact that you are young, inexperienced, and don’t know a damn thing.”

As they were leaving the conference room, Bellamy dropped her pencil and Sasha just about exploded. She managed to hold it together long enough to go back to her office, drop off her things, and then march over to Bellamy’s. Everyone else was heading out for the day, but Sasha was going to confront Bellamy and put an end to these shenanigans right now! She would not be teased and seduced at her place of work!

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” The door was barely shut before Sasha was barking at her, looking wild and maybe acting a tiny bit crazy. “I don’t know what you’re up to with this nonsense.” Sasha waved her arms, gesturing to the entirety of Bellamy. “But knock it off!”

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy was exhausted, and it didn't help anything that her already tired mind was bombarded with thoughts about Sasha. She questioned why she was there, how she was supposed to act, whether she should mention the previous night or not — all while having to pay attention to Mrs. Wynn. Fortunately, if there was one thing Bellamy was truly good at, it was the law, which made getting through whatever came her way easy, even with her energy levels all but depleted.

The meeting ended quickly enough, with all of the interns getting their first assignments. They were asked to do mainly busywork, such as going over briefings and contracts and trying not to screw up simple jobs. Maybe if they did well, the partner responsible would bring them along, but probably not; it was too early for that kind of thing. In fact, just watching people struggle was enough to tell they weren't ready. Bellamy was the exception, taking to the work like a fish in water, even going around helping anyone who asked her a question. If they didn't know better, someone might think she already worked there and was just helping the newbies.

Bellamy had the benefit of experience, though, making it less impressive and more natural that she didn't struggle with the basics. Besides, while it may have impressed the others, she knew it wouldn't mean much to the higher-ups, like Mrs. Wynn, so she didn't think much of it. If anything, her constant clumsiness bred by exhaustion seemed more damning than her trivial knowledge of the law.

Actually, none of that even mattered to Bellamy, with her mind being elsewhere. Just as the work wasn't difficult for her, she didn't care too much about the opinion of others either, even the partners watching their every move. However, Sasha was different, with Bellamy stumbling and growing internally nervous every time she saw the other woman. There were even times she had to hide a smitten expression she was too sleepy to hold back, which usually caused her to drop something or another and be forced to bend over and retrieve yet another fumbled pen or piece of paper; she felt ridiculous.

Bellamy tried to recover by napping during lunchtime, ignoring how hungry she felt after her inadequate breakfast and catching an hour of shuteye, but it didn't help much. Worse yet, after a day of high performance but equal physical clumsiness, she felt as if she were lumped into the bad group in Mrs. Wynn's eyes, which wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't feel so irked by being grouped with Paisley; she never wanted that.

The entire day just left Bellamy in a bad mood, and after another clumsy mistake, she decided to head back to her small office and put her head down, hoping to regain a little energy before returning home.

Just as she laid her head down, letting the cold wood of her desk chill her cheek, someone busted through the door and started shouting at her. Well, not exactly shouting, but Sasha's tone was clearly irritated, and she sounded very accusatory. Oddly enough, Bellamy didn't remember doing anything.

Bellamy looked up, a few strands of hair in her face and her appearance slightly more adorable than usual. "What do you mean?" she asked, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, not bothering to put up some elegant pose in front of Sasha.

She didn't expect what Sasha said next, which was basically her accusing Bellamy of spending the entire day enticing her with her backside, dropping things and wiggling her ass just to get to her. Frankly, Bellamy didn't know what to say, her mind buzzing at the ridiculous notion. And yet, after letting it sink in, a wide grin set upon her face, followed by a burst of energy she had been desperate for all day.

"Oh? You noticed that, did you?" Bellamy asked, looking so very cocky as she rose from her seat and walked around to the front of the desk, unsure of what exactly she was going to do but not having the ability to stop herself.

Sasha did strange things to Bellamy, making her act and think in ways she normally wouldn't. Once she was in front of Sasha, she turned around and grabbed a pen off her desk, dropping it to the floor without even attempting to make it look accidental.

"Watching me all day long... then busting in here and acting like you didn't enjoy every second of it. That's not very honest, Bambi," Bellamy said, turning and bending over, wiggling her ass just like Sasha had accused her of doing as she picked up the pen. Though, unlike all the previous times that day, she didn't rush, letting Sasha get as good a look as she wanted. Bellamy could barely contain her excitement, really wishing she could see the look on Sasha's face.

 

[Javorcek]

What did she mean. WHAT DID SHE MEAN?!?!! “You’ve spent the entire day pretending to drop things just so you can wiggle your ass in my face wherever you go! Jesus Christ would have held onto things better than you and the man had holes in his hands!”

And what did Bellamy do about these accusations?!?! Smile at her with that stupid cocky grin she got whenever she thought she had Sasha right where she wanted her!! Even years later, Sasha still seemed unable to keep herself from getting baited or cornered by the other girl. When they were kids, there had never been any risks to the games they played... Bellamy was still playing the same games, but the stakes were infinitely higher now that they were adults. Sasha had never felt this out of control before and she knew that somewhere, buried really, really deep down, she still had a spark of something soft and tender for Bellamy.

Not that she’d admit feeling it. Especially not after everything that had happened. She wasn’t about to stick her neck out just to get burned again. Not this time!

....well maybe just this one last time because Bellamy was looking really cute.

“Hah! Like I’d enjoy that.” Sasha scoffed, poorly denying that she had liked seeing Bellamy’s pencil skirt pulled tight around her muscular rear every time she bent over today. She hadn’t liked it! Not one bit! And that’s why she was in here, launching a formal complaint. She hadn’t stared at Bellamy’s perfect behind at all today. Hadn’t thought about it on her lunch break. And she wasn’t watching with eagle eyes right now as Bellamy dropped a pen and bent over!!

The little voice of reason that would tell her this was a bad idea was dead, blown to bits by the sight she beheld.

“Grrrrr!” Sasha gave a frustrated snarl. She grabbed at Bellamy, adrenaline fueling her as she moved the other girl so that she was now bent over her desk. She gave a glance around, looking at their angle in the room...they could be spotted if someone positioned themselves just right, but for the most part they were hidden from the window. She felt fairly safe in her actions, most everyone had been grabbing bags and keys and heading out before she’d come in here and had her outburst. Everyone must be gone by now.

“If you want me to stop, you need to say so.” She was giving Bellamy an out if she wanted it...though if the other girl didn’t take it, she’d be lifting up her skirt and tugging down her panties. “But I don’t think you do...judging by how you’ve been flaunting your ass like you wanted me to play with it all day.”

Sasha wasted no time grabbing her rear, roughly massaging both cheeks, her thumbs glancing over the lips of Bellamy’s slit as she did. Finding wetness, she gave up her hold in trade for running her fingers through Bellamy’s pink folds, finding more warm, wet arousal the more she played. She kicked apart the other girl’s legs so that she was spread wider, offering Sasha more access to the swollen bud of her clit.

Sasha’s true plan soon became apparent. She wasn’t about to let Bellamy cum this way, with fingers rubbing her clit until she came with a shout. No, the teasing was just so Sasha could get her partner wet enough so that she could drag that slick upwards, up to Bellamy’s more taboo hole. With a hand placed on her lower back to keep her still, Sasha ran the index finger of her other hand lightly around the edge of Bellamy’s ring of muscle. She needed just a little bit more access to do what she wanted, so she barked out her command, “Go on, go ahead and hold yourself open for me. You’ve been practically begging for me to play with your ass all day, the least you can do is help.”

 

[ClearSight]

Bellamy didn't think things through, having no idea where she was going with her teasing. But she definitely wanted to get a rise from Sasha, even calling her by the nickname she knew the other girl hated; Sasha always hated it when her cuteness was pointed out, whether directly or in the form of Bellamy's old, affectionate nickname for her. God, Bellamy really loved pushing Sasha's buttons.

The desires pushing Bellamy to act contrary to her normal self didn't seem to be a problem unique to her. Even as Sasha denied enjoying a day of staring at her ass, she seemed unable to control herself when she got an even better view in private. While Bellamy did see what was going on behind her, she could sense it, and the frustrated growl that came moments later made it all the more obvious.

"You sound frustrated," Bellamy started, about to make a comment about how Sasha couldn't even go a day without her before she was looking for excuses to be alone with her again. It was a slightly mean comment, but it was one she planned to make without thinking, partially because it was the exact way she felt. A single day and she wanted to be with Sasha again. Actually, it hadn't even been that long; the moment she left the party, she missed the girl.

However, before Bellamy could speak, Sasha grabbed her, catching her off guard and bending her over her desk. Immediately, color filled Bellamy's cheeks, her mind going to the dirtiest place it could manage. But did Sasha dare? They were at work, for God's sake!

Yet, as shocked as Bellamy felt, she couldn't prevent a perverse excitement from flooding her body. Had she always been such a needy slut? Or was it Sasha who brought out the worst in her? Regardless of the answer, when given the opportunity to stop things, she kept silent.

Bellamy didn't even connect Sasha teasing to what it meant, merely staying in place for the girl, curious what she planned on doing in the middle of the office. She never expected Sasha to be such a risk-taker!

Being bent over, she could take. Having her panties moved out of the way excited her. Even feeling skilled fingers brush along her needy folds didn't startle her. However, when those same fingers ventured up, probing a place she had never even considered playing with, she flinched, obvious nervousness appearing on her face and in her actions.

In fact, Bellamy found herself at such a disadvantage that she looked back at Sasha and released a nervous whine. The noise wasn't loud, and she never would have made it if she weren't so nervous and caught off guard, but it was out. With the gentle whimper came a renewed embarrassment, causing the barely disappeared blush to return anew.

"Sasha..." Bellamy's voice trembled slightly, but it wasn't due to fear. "You're going to do this to me here?" she asked, obviously unable to believe what plans the gorgeous girl had for her. What kind of place were they in right now? It was her office, one lacking privacy, during their first day of a very important internship for both of them. She could barely believe it, including the fact that she knew if it was what Sasha wanted to do, she would do it. In fact, she had already reached back, prepared to hold herself open, ready to give Sasha access to a part of her that nobody else would have been able to get anywhere close to. How humiliating.