there's a danger here

Her lipstick shimmered in the dim blue bar light. Crimson and rich. With the pearls resting white against her slender throat and the tailored black suit, she looked classic. Classy. For some reason, it pissed Faith off, although the woman had good taste in alcohol. The good taste being not to skimp on expenses when she was buying someone else a drink.

It had been a long time since she’d had good tequila, and as long as the chick was buying, Faith intended to drink it down to the worm. Always assuming tequila this good had a worm. She shook the bottle a little, but couldn’t see one floating in the bottom of the silvery glass. She glanced up. "Hey, princess."

It had been awhile since another chick had invited Faith home. Even though this was clearly a hotel and not home, it had been equally long and maybe never since another chick had invited Faith to a hotel room. It had kind of intrigued her. She’d already noticed the woman’s watch, a Rolex encrusted with small diamonds, and was definitely going to take it. Probably the earrings too. Definitely her wallet. But hey, maybe the lady’d get a fun time in exchange for all of it, instead of a hard right cross to that pretty little mouth.

The chick was watching her, pale blue eyes framed in long jet black eyelashes. "Yes?" she said.

"What cha wearin’ under that coat? Silk blouse, right?"

She nodded, never taking her eyes off the knife Faith used to slice up the last half of the lime, even as her long and slim fingers began to unbutton the coat, revealing a pearl-colored blouse that clung to her body and through which Faith could just see the lacy top of her bra.

Faith poured another shot of tequila. Slipping the shot glass and salt shaker between her fingers, she moved over to the other woman, shaking a little bit of wild hair out of her face as she leaned in close. "Take it off," she purred. Close enough she could watch a little bit of surprise and... fear in those blue eyes, as well as a natural dilation of pleasure. Huh. Fear? And here Faith had been thinking she did this sort of thing all the time.

Maybe not with chicks. Not with that body language. Then what was her angle? Faith decided to push a little harder and see if she could find out.

Those pretty fingers were already opening her blouse. Her skin was very pale, especially in the soft fullness of her breasts, pulled high and together by the bra. Faith straddled her lap easily, leather creaking and slipping slightly over the wool of the other woman’s skirt. "What’s your name, lover?" she whispered against the woman’s soft brown hair.

"Lilah," she said. Her voice was deep and rich, a little husky. Kind of a turn on.

"Okay, Lilah, just lie back and let me tell you how we do this." Faith slipped the shot glass between Lilah’s breasts, running her thumb lightly over the top of one before scattering salt on the other. She shifted her weight as Lilah shivered. "Ever been with a woman before?" Faith asked, lowering her mouth to let her tongue graze the salt. The flesh beneath added a warmer thrill to the taste.

A soft breath eased its way through Lilah’s parted lips, only flavored with the faintest of sounds. "Once. In... high school."

Faith slipped the lime into that mouth, smiling as red lipstick visibly colored the light green rind. She bent, closed her teeth around the shot glass and threw it back, the burn running down her throat like a fugitive down an alley. Turning her head in a sharp arc so that her hair flew as wild as if she were dancing, she spat out the shot glass and claimed the lime in one fluid raw attack. Their teeth touched roughly as she bit hard into the lime, tearing it out of Lilah’s mouth. Tart liquid squeezed into her mouth, and then she spat the spent fruit toward the shot glass, licking her lips and tasting Lilah’s lipstick. Yummy.

"That was fun," Faith admitted, stepping off the other woman. One hand raked her mussed hair out of her face. Her own lipstick had already darkened what was on Lilah’s lips, and it looked good. Smudged and dark, but good.

"You wearing knee highs, baby girl?" Faith had noticed the stockings. She was betting knee highs. She was betting the panties matched the bra.

Lilah nodded. She had moved a little on the chair, delicately fixing her hair. Uh-huh, nice try, chickie. I’d have pegged you for dynamite in the sack, Faith thought. So why’re you holding back so hard after getting me all the way up here?

"Take them off." Faith smiled after she said it. "Man, I’m starting to sound like a broken record. If you have any ideas at all of your own, feel free to raise your hand."

Lilah smiled. It was smoldering, rising from the core of her pale eyes to the white teeth slowly revealed by the slow curve of her lips. She bent over, showing how her full breasts sat in the silk cage of her bra, and slid her skirt up her thigh. Faith whistled as she slowly rolled dark nylon stockings down her long, gorgeous legs.

"There’s that dynamite girl I thought I saw."

Lilah’s smile widened. She pointed her toes as she slipped the nylons clear, moving a hand gracefully to lay them over the edge of the nearby table. Faith picked them up, testing the strength and pliability of the fabric between her hands. "You want to stand up for a second?"

She obeyed, as usual. Only this time, Lilah’s hand rose to Faith’s shoulder, her long nails curving into the skin bared by Faith’s top. She leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to the side of Faith’s neck, tongue moving softly over the skin as she sucked at it gently. Faith growled as the Harley engine between her thighs started to heat up. She ripped the skirt and jacket off Lilah’s shoulders and tossed them aside, fingers massaging the muscles of the other woman’s lower back as she returned the deep neck kiss. Hers wasn’t gentle, though. She wanted to bite, yeah, just a little. Suck on that sweet throat, close her teeth just a little till she could feel Lilah’s pulse hammering and hear her make that little sound- yeah, there it was, only throatier and deeper than Lilah had ever heard it,- just that little gasp that means a woman’s nipples have suddenly gone hard and raw sensitive.

Faith unzipped Lilah’s skirt and let it fall to the floor. The woman stepped out of it gracefully. She was running her nails lightly up and down Faith’s back, nibbling through the vinyl top toward Faith’s nipples. Faith’s growl rose to a dark purr. "You about ready to ride, baby girl?" She cupped Lilah’s hip, running her thumb down lightly beneath the silk panties in a soft semi-circle.

Lilah moaned quietly. Faith suddenly moved both her hands to the woman’s shoulders, pushing her back down in the chair. She straddled her lap again, firmly, unhooking Lilah’s bra as she sucked and nipped at Lilah’s earlobe, tasting freshly washed hair and not caring. Faith moved Lilah’s hands behind her back and held them with one hand while she firmly knotted the bra around. It wasn’t easy to use as a restraint, but not impossible either.

"This is how it’s going to be?" Lilah murmured.

Faith stepped back, hunkering down in front of her at about eye level. Her hands rested lightly on Lilah’s cool bare thighs. "You got an objection?" She cupped Lilah’s chin and stared into her eyes. "Somehow I get the feeling you don’t entirely trust me. Maybe that hurts my feelings."

Lilah was silent. Faith parted her legs and tied each ankle to the chair leg. "So here’s the deal, lover girl." Faith ran her tongue around one of Lilah’s nipples. She sucked the softness of it into her mouth and nipped, running her tongue hard against it to press it against the top of her mouth. Mmm. Lilah’s breathing hitched.

Faith’s fingers glided down Lilah’s stomach, teasing soft circles lower and lower until they stretched the fabric of her panties away and slid underneath, moving lower over soft trimmed hair until they parted Lilah’s labia and slipped over the clit, holding still there as Lilah gasped.

"I appreciate the nice drinks and I appreciate the thoughtful venue, but you don’t give me anything." She turned her wrist so the palm was facing up and began to rub, slowly and lightly, up and down. Where Lilah’s breathing told her that it felt the best, she concentrated her attention but slowed further, teasing and stopping completely every time she noticed Lilah’s body begin to tremble. She watched soft tears of pleasure forming in the pale blue eyes.

Suddenly, Faith slammed three of her fingers into Lilah’s pussy. Lilah moaned. "Oh, you like it like that, huh?" Faith observed. "Good. Cause like I was saying... you don’t give me anything." She moved her fingers in and out, hard and rough, while her thumb pressed firmly on the sweetest spot on Lilah’s clit. Her fingers curved inside Lilah, searching for her g-spot, getting rougher and firmer and faster as she searched. Lilah’s moaning and panting was getting her so hot she was just about ready to just give it to the girl with a few quick strokes of her thumb, but she wanted the orgasm to be hotter than that. She wanted marks on Lilah’s body where the orgasm had jerked her against the restraints.

"I take it," Faith hissed, just as she found the right spot and left her fingers curved, slamming them deep inside Lilah. Simultaneously, she flicked her thumbnail down across that cultivated spot on the clit.

Lilah screamed in that heady, amazing bedroom voice, raw and deep and delicious. Her head came back, her body came up off the chair as the first wave of orgasm hit her. Faith kept going, firmly manipulating her into further and further orgasm until Lilah’s body slowed into faint shivers.

"Good one, huh?" Faith said with a quick flash of a smile, slipping her fingers out of Lilah’s torn panties and moving to the kitchen. She rinsed off her hand and glanced at the lime on the counter, beside which was resting the wide kitchen knife.

"Hey, Lilah. You want to try something kinky?"

Lilah was still breathing hard, and her voice was hoarse but impressively level. "You mean... compared to what we just did?"

"Uh-huh." Faith grinned and leaned over, undoing her pants. It took a long time due to all the lacings and zippers and buckles necessary to keep them so tight they were like a softly shimmering second skin. When she was finished, she unlaced her top. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she smiled as she strolled with a slow languorous strut toward her bound lover. Lilah counted the newly visible tattoos with her eyes before she noticed Faith was carrying the knife.

"No, please," she whispered.

"Oh, relax, bitch. I’m not going to cut you." Faith rolled her eyes. "I’m in a creative mood, and besides, this isn’t exactly the knife for shallow cuts." She flicked her wrist up and down to show Lilah the weight and balance of it.

"Then... what?" Her eyes were still wide, with just that amount of fear her stoic beauty could not quite hide. Faith turned the chair toward the table and untied Lilah’s hands. Then she perched on the edge of the table and spread her legs.

"I’m guessing you’ve never given head to a girl," Faith said. "Bi-curious at most, right?"

Lilah nodded.

Faith slid a hand into Lilah’s hair, making a fist to pull her up into a rough kiss. The twin lipstick colors smeared over her mouth looked like blood.

Faith slipped the knife, on its edge, on the seat underneath her. "You’re going to sit back and lean forward, without moving your ass off that chair. The knife won’t cut you unless you squirm. Just press your hot pussy against that cold, cold steel. Then you’re going to do me with your tongue. I’ll give directions, but it’s pretty fucking hard to do it wrong."

Lilah flushed, but leaned back, and gasped in a little surprise at the sensation.

"Don’t squirm," Faith warned. Lilah nodded.

She leaned forward tentatively, her mouth parted, and began to lick upward on Faith’s clit. As Faith had said, it really felt amazing no matter how little experience you had. She began to give soft, terse commands and arched her back, fingers closing on the edge of the table as Lilah listened. Damn, the girl had a talented mouth! She was kissing and sucking at just the right places, getting up good pressure with her tongue, first fast and rough on the clit and then slow as it slipped as deeply as it could into the hot cave of Faith’s pussy. She used her teeth accidentally on the clit and Faith’s thighs trembled, the edge of the table groaning beneath her grip.

"Do that again. And use your tongue. Hard."

Lilah obeyed, getting her jaw into it. As Faith began to shiver into orgasm, Lilah sucked her clit harder, her tongue moving faster than anyone’s Faith had ever slept with. The fake wood tore beneath Faith’s hands as her body spasmed into delicious waves of pleasure.

"Damn, girl," she said, her voice huskier than usual. "You’re a natural." Faith slipped off the table and slipped the knife out from under Lilah, using it to cut her free. "Now I’m hungry."

Lilah rose, slipping off her panties and jewelry. "I’m buying. But first a shower."

"Sounds like a plan."

***

"I think you misunderstood my intentions," Lilah said as they walked down the street toward dinner, wherever that might be.

Faith thought, of course. I was just a kinky one-night-stand for some rich society chick with money and a diamond watch. Why do I let myself get attached to these people? And she suddenly wanted to hurt somebody until their outside felt like her inside.

And later, after a boring conversation with boring people and one confusing slut of a lawyer, she decided Angel was as good as anyone. Hell, maybe he’d make her outside feel like her inside and rid her of all that confusion once and for all.