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“Do you want me to come?” Helena asked when she had the wherewithal.

“That’s a good question. Do I? I suppose it would be hot.” Out of the corner of Helena’s eye, a white jacket hit the only chair in the room. Good. Take off your clothes and take me. “I like it when a woman’s loosened up for me already. Means she’s likely to put up with my bullshit. I’m told I can be quite the bitch in bed.”

Helena slammed her eyes shut as her thumb rolled over her clit. Unlike the other touches, this one sent warmth straight to her brain. Fuck, I’m going to come. Like, soon. It was because Delia was getting bossy. Not only did a woman being bossy turn Helena on, but defying orders was the next best thing. If Delia told her to come, she’d take her sweet time; likewise, if Delia told her to wait, Helena would orgasm ASAP.

They would have a lot of fun either way, wouldn’t they?

“Hold off long enough for me to ask a couple of questions,” Delia said with amusement in her voice. “Do me that much. I deserve to get to know the woman I’m about to fuck.”

Music to Helena’s damn ears. “Anything.” She wasn’t stupid, though. She kept her finger going, sometimes diverting all attention to her awaiting opening if it meant holding off orgasm if she touched her clit again. “You want my phone number? I’ll give it to you now.” More like her ChatSnap handle, but what was the difference anymore?

“You’re clearly not a virgin… which I love, by the way.” Delia only slightly came into view as she paced behind Helena. “I also doubt I’m the first woman you’ve conned into a room like this. All it took was some tape over your nipples and a thong. I must be weak tonight.”

Helena let out a squeak of orgasmic surprise as she accidentally brushed against her clit again. As she resumed, careful to avoid it, Delia chuckled.

“You don’t want money, so you’re not working. Yet you’re no stranger to this. You get off on it. Which begs the question for a discerning dyke such as me… dearest Helena, how many people have you given this pretty pussy to this month?”

She asked that when Helena had shoved two fingers inside of herself, wishing for the first and only time that night to be alone. I’d finish myself off right now if I could. Yet she didn’t want to disappoint Delia. The longer this went on, the more she wanted Delia inside of her.

“Don’t lie to me,” the woman in white pants and a pink blouse said. “I want to know who I’m dealing with here.”

The only reason Helena paused was because she had to think. What day is it? How long have I been here? There was that personal ad I answered back in New York… that Tinder date in Manhattan before I came here…

No, she wasn’t a virgin. Far from it.

“This month alone?” Helena placed both of her hands on either side of her, slowly shaking her ass from side to hypnotic side. “Seven. Do you want to be number eight?”

“How many of them were women like me?”

“Do you want to be the first?”

A hard smack landed on her ass. Helena collapsed forward, grunting into the plastic sheet as her whole body ricocheted with violent pleasure.

“Yes.”

Helena’s wet thighs pressed together. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“I’ll be the most memorable lay of the month. Probably the fiscal quarter, too. Dare I believe I’ll be the best of your year?”

“Only if you promise I’ll be the best of your year, too.”

“Put that hand back on your pussy. I want it ready for me.”

Yes, ma’am. Helena wasn’t the type to say that on a first date, even if she pegged Delia as someone into that kind of kink. I’m into all sorts of kinks. Some were more fun than others, but she also chalked that up as potentially being with the wrong people for certain bouts of fun. So far, Delia was perfect for this. Which was why Helena had no problem obeying, her finger furiously working her clit until she quickly came.

Her knees hit the mattress again, her thighs snatched together as her hand remained crushed between them. The sensational vibrations coursing through her weren’t often achieved with only her hand, but it wasn’t like she was alone, was it? I’m far from alone. Delia was here, the highlight of her month. Who else could compare? The partner from Friday night? Ha!

Already, Helena was ecstatic that she had come back tonight.

She slowly raised her hips into the air again, this time her thighs spread as far as they could go as she braced herself up on her elbows. “Yours for the taking,” she breathlessly told the woman still standing behind her. “I’m more than ready.”

Delia grunted in disapproval. “No, no. Roll over. I want you to look at me.”

That took more effort than Helena was willing to admit, but it didn’t stop her from easing onto her back, legs hanging over the edge of the mattress and her hair thrown across her face. She opened her arms, lying spread eagle for the woman she hoped would devour her like a delicious snack.

“Sit up.”

Helena waited to move her hair out of her face before she had sat up, ballet flats pressing into the vinyl floor and the sheets crinkling with every movement. When she saw Delia with an unobstructed view again, she realized that all of the chains and rings had been removed. All that was left, adornment wise, were the silver studs in Delia’s ears.