Taryn was trembling. She felt so lost and alone, wanting desperately for someone else to be accountable for her life, to make the decisions in areas where she now faltered. Debbie's eyes looked so trusting, Taryn found her determination faltering in the face of such power. "I'll go," she whispered, "if you promise me one thing."
"What?"
"You know you're one of my weaknesses. Promise me you won't take advantage of it, Debbie." She watched Debbie very closely. "I can't go back to the way things used to be. Not even if I wanted to,"
she added. Her voice was raspy with emotion.
Debbie felt the familiar throbbing. Her breasts, her pussy and other intimate parts of her body longed to have Taryn at her command.
Although Taryn didn't realize it, she was one of Debbie's weaknesses.
"I promise," she told her. She stood and offered Taryn her hand.
Their eyes locked, brimming with a desire so strong that neither woman felt confident she could contain it.
"Let's go," Taryn whispered. She waited while Debbie placed money on the table. After she walked past, Taryn paused as if reconsidering, then followed her out into the cold night air. Chicago had transformed itself into that dark world, the underworld where societal conventions did not have a place. Taryn wondered about the changes, knowing that life would resume its normal pace when the sun rose the next morning. And she, like the world around her, would return to the life she knew. Unless, that is, the dark hunger raging inside of her took rein. She got in her car and followed Debbie to their destination.
Veronica's was located in a very unassuming place in Chicago proper. Debbie slid her security card through the slot outside the entrance. The door opened and they entered a lobby. Debbie placed her hand on a scanner to confirm that she was a member in good standing.
Taryn followed her former lover into the center room. There were tables and chairs scattered about, much like an oversized family room.
The lighting was very subdued, creating a soft, warm ambience that would be very misleading for anyone not familiar with the actual events that took place there each night. Debbie led Taryn to a sitting area near the fireplace.
"Looks like the place has been remodeled since I was here," Taryn commented.
"Yes, I suppose it has. I forgot how long you've been away." A hostess stopped at their table, offering them something to drink from the mini bar on wheels. "Two club sodas with a twist of lemon,"
Debbie told her.
Taryn laughed. "I see some things haven't changed. You're still afraid you'll make a fool of yourself if you imbibe?" she asked.
Debbie frowned. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" she asked, shaking her head as she dolefully recalled the one time she'd been drunk in Taryn's presence. "I've never forgiven Carrie for that, you know," she said.
Taryn laughed, remembering how excited Debbie was when they gave her a surprise party for her thirtieth birthday. A man from one of the local clubs dressed up like a female stripper and popped out of a box when she opened it. After letting her drool over him for a while, he pressed her hand against his groin. "You should have seen your face when you realized you were touching a real life penis!" Taryn exclaimed.
Debbie laughed in spite of her embarrassment. She leaned over the table and whispered, "And I paid you back for that little prank, didn't I! Gave you a little token of my appreciation that night in bed. About ten inches long, three inches around and never flaccid. I swear you were hobbling for two days after that." Debbie chuckled and took another sip of her club soda.
It was Taryn's turn to be embarrassed. Without thinking, she retorted, "That's more than I can say for your clit."
Debbie shot up from her chair, startling Taryn. She knew she'd forgotten a very important rule when Debbie barked, "Get up!" No one could tease Debbie Gaylen about her sexual prowess. Taryn frowned, her heart pounding against her chest. Seeing Debbie this angry made her giddy with fear and, although she hated to admit it, excitement. She cast her eyes down, a resolute look on her face. "Get a life," she said, dismissing Debbie as though she was a nuisance.
"I would have thought you'd learned by now, Taryn" Debbie hissed.
She seized Taryn's hands and pulled her from the chair. In one swift move, she twisted her arms behind her back and shoved her face down on the table.
Taryn winced, her cheek stinging from the sudden impact against the wooden surface. Pain shot through her arms. Taryn knew it was intentional and she cursed herself for the way it made her feel. God, she wanted this woman to take her! Just once more, begged the little voice inside of her head. She grimaced, anger flashing in her eyes and blinding her vision. Was she willing to pay the consequence, to accept Debbie's terms for satiating the need that raged and roared inside of her?
Overcome by her own need, Debbie had no intention of allowing Taryn to make that choice. She spread her legs apart and shifted her body so that her cunt was pressed against the table's edge.
A malicious smile on her face, she reached underneath Taryn and unbuckled her belt. Not caring if she tore the belt loops, she grasped the buckle and pulled it free.
Knowing this might be the only chance she'd get, Taryn tried to out maneuver Debbie while she worked to free the belt. She steeled her body, waiting until the moment was right. When she felt Debbie's arms relax a little, she pushed as hard as she could, trying to flip the other woman over.
Debbie laughed, jerking her arms painfully tight against her shoulder blades. "You can't be serious now, can you?" she scoffed.
"Surely you can do better than that." Debbie knew, better than anyone, all the right places to prod and make Taryn furious. Moving with the ease of a sailor, she circled the belt around Taryn's wrists and knotted it. It was exceedingly tight. She jerked it once more to tighten the cinch and stepped away from the table.
"This has gone far enough, Debbie. Let me go!" Taryn growled.
Debbie laughed and placed her booted foot square on Taryn's ass.
She bent down and withdrew a knife from the leather cuff. The light struck the knife's shiny surface. It gleamed, producing a very sinister appearance. A few of the women seated nearby were watching, curious but not finding anything of particular interest just yet.
The same could not be said for Taryn. She drew a sharp breath when she heard the sound of metal brushing against leather. She knew Debbie carried a knife and she'd been prey to it before. What was she planning to do? Seconds seemed like hours as Taryn waited for Debbie's next move.
The knife felt good in Debbie's hand. She liked the power it gave her – a power she sometimes brandished and at other times willingly used. Tonight she planned to use it. Placing the tip of the knife inside the waistband of Taryn's jeans, she slowly and meticulously cut a square in the seat of her pants. She took special care to avoid nicking her with the sharp edge. Her breath quickened as she prepared to remove the square of material. Slowly, she pulled it away and dropped it to the floor. "Umm," she murmured upon seeing what lay underneath Taryn's pants. She wore a leather g-string, exposing her very nicely for Debbie's purposes. Now that the action seemed to be picking up, a few curious observers gathered nearby. Confident that her captive wasn't going anywhere, Debbie strutted around the table.
She gazed at the other women who were watching her and admiring her body. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "The show's about to begin, girlfriends," she said. Sexual politics between women was an arena where she performed quite well.
Taryn felt her face become hot and flushed as she watched Debbie strutting in front of her. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, a futile but necessary show of resistance. She knew people were gathering around her, viewing her. She knew it by the telltale whisk of air across her bare bottom, women strutting past and staring at her, wondering if they'd get a shot at amusing themselves with her.