Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rose Tinted Sex ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: this is an adult story set in the same world as my fics Blood, Sex and Magic, Descent and Daughters of Artemis. If various forms of sexual behavior or lesbianism offend you, I'd recommend skipping over this story.

 

Rose Tinted Sex

 

The streetlights cast pools of light in the inky darkness, shining islands of relative safety in the night. The blonde haired woman stood just at the edge of the light, in a casual pose that showed off her long legs and a shapely body without being too obvious. The leather skirt was sinfully short, a silvery chain holding it up, and the red velvet top was cut dangerously low.

 

'Next time,' Lisa thought with some amusement as she tried her best not to shiver in the cold, 'I'm wearing a coat with this outfit.'

 

While beautiful looking Lisa's eyes were also wary, scanning her surroundings with a dangerous sort of intensity. She had been working the streets for nearly a year now and had no illusions about the kind of dangers that she faced, though she did like to believe she was better prepared than most. More than one of her johns had a surprise when she demonstrated her martial arts training on them, not to mention everything she had picked up fighting dirty on the streets.

 

A soft rumble of an engine had her scanning the darkness, and a car smoothly came around the corner of the industrial district. A British import the sleek little car gleamed beneath the street lamps, a hard eyed woman sitting behind the wheel. She looked almost like she was wearing a uniform, the gleam of gold buttons visible on the collar of her jacket and her brown hair tucked up under a simple black cap.

 

AS the car slid to a stop one of the tinted rear windows rolled down, a universal signal to Lisa. Smoothly walking on her high heels she strode over, stopping with a smile as she tried to get a look at the figure in the back. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked.

 

The figure moved forward so that the light could penetrate the darkness and Lisa could make out that it was a woman, her long red hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore a simple dress, pure ebony, and that along with the darkness gave her skin a pale glow. Her voice was whisky smooth as she purred, "Oh. I'm sure you can help." The back door swung open as the thin but clearly beautiful woman said, "Would you care to step inside to talk about it?"

 

Lisa gracefully slid inside, the leather of the seat sliding against her bare legs, the spicy scent of the inside of the car washing over her. A black screen shielded the back from the driver, a well stocked mini-bar set up to one side and a small television over on the other. 'Not at all cheap,' she thought, suddenly wondering why this woman was out trolling for prostitutes. "Shopping for something for the hubby?" Lisa asked directly.

 

The woman's lips curled up in a slight smile, her long nailed hand reaching out to rest on Lisa's thigh. She let it rest there, half way up as she gazed with hungry eyes at the girl beside her as she said, "No, only for myself."

 

Lisa felt her pulse jump at the touch, but she kept her face carefully neutral as the car smoothly drove on. She'd had one or two female customers before, and if she was honest she would have to admit that she had enjoyed both experiences. Lisa had even been tempted to seek out such encounters again, but common sense had convinced her not to.

 

The woman's eyes twinkled with amusement and a bit of desire as she noted Lisa's reaction, "Good, you're not afraid." She surprisingly removed her hand and sat back casually on the seat as she said in a sexy growl, "We're going someplace more comfortable, though it would be fun to take you right here, lovely one."

 

"Lisa," she offered softly, her thoughts racing as she imagined being stripped naked and spread out on all of this leather.

 

"Lovely Lisa," the woman smiled again, her red lips never parting even slightly. She looked amused, "You can call me Dominique, little one."

 

'It mat not be her real name but I think it suits her,' Lisa mused as she tried to meet her eyes. There was an aura about the other woman, something that let her rule the atmosphere of the little compartment. Lisa knew almost nothing about this lady but somehow she wanted to surrender to her, to a wild sort of abandon.

 

"So what are your limits, Lisa?" Dominique asked as her hand reached out to gently brush some blonde hair from her eyes.

 

Lisa felt her nipples harden, shocked at her body's intense reaction to a casual touch. She made herself breathe deep, the spicy scent washing over her again. "I'm willing to go pretty far," she murmured, "if the price is right."

 

There was a flash on annoyance on Dominique's face, almost as if she didn't want to be reminded this was a pay encounter. "You'll be more than compensated," she answered flatly. A breath, "I want you to pick a safeword."

 

"What?" Lisa blinked.

 

"A safeword," Dominique looked at her with a odd sort of gentleness as she explained, "I intend to have my way with you tonight, in every imaginable way and in a few that you might not even dream of." Her green eyes were just a bit sad as she explained, "If it gets too much you'll need a word to signal me to let you go."

 

Lisa shivered, a gush of liquid wetting her panties as she felt her excitement grow. "Ivory," she murmured, thinking of the lovely tone of the woman's skin.

 

The car smoothly came to a halt, the screen that was separating them from the driver lowering enough for her to say, "We're home, madam."

 

Dominique opened the door first, then turned back to take Lisa's hand and help her out. The townhouse that they were standing in front of was surprisingly classy, in an expensive part of town. The driver swiftly locked up the car and went to the front door, opening it for them and waiting patiently until they walked through.

 

"Natasha, let Nocturne know that I'm home," Dominique said as she gently took Lisa's arm ad led her down the hall, "and not to expect me for a few hours."

 

'Hours?' Lisa thought in surprise.

 

"Very good, madam," Natasha smiled, giving Lisa what was clearly a sympathetic glance before slipping away silently.

 

As Lisa walked beside Dominique she quickly took in their surroundings. The hallways they walked through were beautifully decorated, almost enough to take one's breath away. Expensive drapery, paintings, and the occasional piece of fine pottery on a pedestal were placed in the halls, all the symbols of great wealth. Much like the beautiful maid, also a symbol that the people who lived here could afford to employ her.

 

"It's beautiful," Lisa murmured softly, slowing to a stop as her eyes were taken in by one of the paintings hung there.

 

The woman was dressed in armor, riding upon a great rearing steed. Her cape flowed behind her as the battlefield raged around her, light shining down upon her like the gaze of a welcoming god. The lady was beautiful in a way, but there was something odd about her, almost a sense of danger in those too bright eyes.

 

"Yes," Dominique agreed, "she is lovely."

 

"I thought that was a older painting?" Lisa questioned softly.

 

They turned a corner as Dominique smiled wryly, "You have no idea."

 

Lisa felt her breath catch in her throat as Dominique opened the door at the end of the hall, revealing the most opulent bedroom she had seen in years. It was almost old fashioned, but clearly designed to look that way. None of the furnishings were all that old, they were just in older styles, set up to resemble a room from a long lost age. A simple dressing table, sideboard, wardrobe and other furnishings were overshadowed by the canopied bed, covered by red sheets and with what looked like the softest mattress ever.

 

"Welcome," Lisa didn't even see Dominique, the taller woman move so quickly, simply appearing as she slid her arms around her from behind. Her skin was slightly chill, but the tongue teasing the back of her neck distracted her completely. "Let's take all the wrappings off," she purred into Lisa's ear, "of my lovely present."

 

"Yes," Lisa gasped as the buttons on her red velvet top were swiftly undone, the cloth dropping to the floor to reveal her firm breasts. Delicately smooth fingers traced her hot flesh, pinching gently at her nipples.

 

"You smell so good," Dominique turned Lisa around so that they faced each other, her eyes growing heavy with desire. They kissed, Dominique drawing her close, their bodies grinding almost unconsciously together.

 

Lisa gasped as Dominique swiftly slid down the front of her body, tongue stroking skin before kneeling in front of the younger woman. Hands delicately pulled the links of her chain belt free, pooling them before setting them aside. Lisa blushed as her skirt was tugged down, her thighs wet and her golden curls already matted together.

 

"Sweeter than the most delicate wine," Dominique purred as she leaned forward to part those wet curls with a single lap of her cool tongue.

 

"Oh god," Lisa moaned, shuddering. The anticipation, the teasing touches on the long ride here all had taken their toll on her. "I'm sorry," she managed to say, "I'm so close...."

 

"Let me drink," Dominique cooed, before her lips closed around Lisa's hard clit, sucking on it delicately but forcefully.

 

"Ohhh," Lisa mewled, her legs nearly giving way. Resting her weight on Dominique's surprisingly strong shoulders she felt the first tremors of orgasm, then with a throaty cry she came. She would have fallen but for the strong hands grasping her, holding her close to that hungry mouth.

 

Gently Dominique picked her up, cradling her in her arms. "Better than any wine," she purred as she walked them towards the bed, "so much more than I expected."

 

"I'm sorry," Lisa murmured, "I wanted to... you first..."

 

Dominique chuckled as she laid her down on the bed, looking down at Lisa hungrily. "You'll have time enough later," she purred as she gracefully slid the black dress off her body, revealing a slim but sexy body with upthrust nipples and equally wet thighs. She climbed onto the bed, eyes twinkling dangerously, "I've barely started with you, yet."

 

Lisa met those eyes and saw a need in them, one deeper than any she had ever known. Oddly it didn't frighten her, instead a matching hunger seemed to rise up in herself as she purred, "Then I'm yours, to do with as you wish."

 

Dominique chuckled softly, "Tell me, have you ever been... bound?"

 

'What have I gotten myself into?' Lisa thought delightedly, raising her hands together in a submissive posture. "No," she answered breathlessly, "but I'm willing to try."

 

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Dominique closed the bedroom door shortly before morning, padding out into the hallway nude. She walked to the parlor and sat down with a happy sigh, noting the goblet was waiting for her as usual. Taking it she drank the thick red fluid down, licking a last bit of blood from her lips when she was finally done.

 

The brown haired woman was more generously proportioned than Dominique, her eyes compassionate as she walked over to where her friend sat. "Natasha tells me you brought another kitten home," she said quietly.

 

"Nocturne," Dominique nodded to her friend, entirely unconcerned over her nudity. She smiled thoughtfully, "I don't know about her being a kitten, but I certainly enjoyed the cream."

 

The other woman chuckled softly at that. "So, are you going to keep this one?" Nocturne asked her thoughtfully.

 

"I don't know," Dominique admitted, running her tongue over her teeth. She smiled fondly in memory, "I'm impressed, she didn't even use her safeword once."

 

"Hopefully you didn't break out the whips and paddles," Nocturne commented dryly.

 

Dominique smirked, "No, I save that for the paying customers." She rose from her chair with a contented sigh, "I wonder if we should bring you a tasty little tidbit home?"

 

Nocturne blushed faintly but admitted, "I'd like that."

 

End

 

Author's Note: This one-shot ties in with the series Descent, which features Lisa and Dominique. This story covers their first encounter, more or less, along with laying the groundwork for the later episode. I may or may not expand on their sexual encounter, it depends on how graphic I want to get. As I've never actually explained what Dominique does for a living, I decided to hint at it here.