Avis's Collection (Closed)

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia agreed that yes they would get along well and they things would go well. She thought they would anyways, now that they had chatted briefly and gotten to know each other slightly better. It wasnt real deep but it was enough to let them feel better with each other and bit more comfortable. They could smile with each other and Lydia actually spoke with her so that was always a good sign. Master Avis then walked into the room a few moments after Jezebel had asked where he was. He was happy with their appearances and escorted them into the play room.

They sat down on the ground and Lydia sat with her legs bent to the side of her and looked at Jez and then back up at Master Avis. He sat in a chair infront of them and then addressed his sub. She listened and felt a little awkward like she shouldnt been in the room for that particular conversation. But she sat their patiently until she was addressed. When she was she didnt know how to take it. "Damaged Goods" was what he called her but she knew it was true and nodded her head slightly and looked up at him as he spoke. He wanted to help her restore what she used to be and what she used to feel. To make her feel wanted, loved, and to be 'healed' in a sense. It was nice to hear that.

Jezebel spoke first at that she had no questions and noted that they had talked and it was good for them and Lydia nodded her head and squeezed her hand back and then looked up at Master Avis. She whispered gently.
"No Master, I dont have an questions."
But what did make her nervous was that he wanted them to 'open up' and that was something she truely didnt like doing. It made her worried and a little anxious but she'd do it if it was asked of her. Trusting was hard but she would do it, she didnt have a choice. She just wanted to start whatever it was they were going to start and not sit there to fret over what it could possibly be. She just wanted to know.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He smiled at them both, who wouldn't love two beautiful subs sitting before them, anticipating what you would have in store? Both was beautiful, and both in their own way. He had no doubts that lydia was going to give her all, in her mind she had the most to gain. His jezebel however, despite his assurances, felt she had everything to loose.

Steven got up and went to grab a box he had placed items in previously, and set it between the two women. Inside it were an assortment of leather cuffs, rope, straps and other implements of restraint, to include two ball gags. He retook his seat, and nodded at the box. “To start todays lessons, I want my students bound up tight. Your first task is to help each other achieve this state. You may not speak to each other, so I might suggest starting with the gags. I will put the final touches on, binding whatever you cannot reach in the end. You each may choose how the other is bound.”

He leaned forward, smiling wide at each. “Neither of you is 'in charge' of the other, both merely doing a task I gave them. The only difference is, you must work together to achieve your goals. I know you both enjoy being restrained, and so you should enjoy this.” He looked to his pet, and reached out to caress her cheek. “I know you are use to it being my hands that bind you pet. I have not given you to another to play with, think of her hands merely as extensions of my own, just as your hands will be.”

He nodded again to the box, as if they should begin their lesson.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The sight of the restraints normally thrilled Jezebel. Her pulse would race with excitement; her sex grow moist and tight with desire and hunger, but this morning it was different. She was scared. For the first time in a long time she wanted nothing to do with the restraints and the promising thrills that often followed them. She picked up one of the ball gags, ran her hands over the smooth red surface and then looked timidly over at Lydia and back at Steven.

Had he not listened to her last night? Had she not told him that she did not like being in control? What had he been thinking, to put her through this again? She licked her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat. Her fingers shook as she reached around Lydia and waited for the girl to accept the gag. When she had, she buckled it in place, and put her trembling fingers in her lap. The pit of her stomach rolled, she swallowed the bile as she picked up a leather restraint.

Her gaze remained fixed on Lydia’s ankles and she slid the smooth strap around each one, tightened them and stared at her hands. They seemed to be attached to another as she buckled the restraint in place. She wanted to get sick. This was not her job! It was his. It was his place to dominate, to restrain, to force, not hers.

She sat back and looked to Lydia, ignoring her Master as she waited for the girl to do her part. Did the other submissive feel the same way? Did she struggle with taking control? Or was Jezebel the inferior of the two after all?

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven watched his pet begin to move, dutifully making the first move. He smiled, proud of her commitment, knowing she did not care to have any control over another, despite his explanation. Still, as she reached for only the second item, it was clear she was fighting this far too hard for the lesson he had planned. She paled, but fought on, but he could read her face, and this was not going to end well.

“Stop.” He got out of the chair and came to squat down in front of the two girls. He caressed his pet's head, and pressed it forward so he could kiss her forehead. “You struggle pet. I wish this to be a more light hearted day, yet you fight yourself so early,” his voice, gentle and understanding, not at all angry.

He stood up, pulling jezebel's hand with him, to get her to stand as well. “Lydia dear, please stand up, and remove the gag and cuff.” He led jezebel a few steps away, not to give her privacy, but to indicate that he was speaking to her alone, and any of their planned activities were on hold.

“My precious pet, why do you stress of this? You have no control over her, you determine nothing of her fate today.” He wrapped her up in a big hug, seeing the stress on her face, and wanting desperately to make it all go away. “We'll try this together, in smaller steps. I want you to focus, to concentrate on a single idea as we go through this.” He led her back over to lydia,

“Now jezebel, you and lydia here were chatting, you said. You're getting to know each other better. I want you to focus on knowing her, and helping her. You control nothing. You helped her get dressed this morning, to prepare her for me, as she helped you, so that you were as I requested – this is no different. Keep that in your mind.”

He moved to the box, and pulled out four cuffs, tossing both gags out, to the side. Should they be needed later. “Now, we'll take it slow. You are helping her get ready for me. You wear your collar for me, it is the only clothing on you at many times. These are just more clothes for her.”

He took a knee beside lydia, and asked fro jezebel to pass him a cuff to wrap around her ankle. He caressed the girls calf through the short stocking, as he reached fro another cuff. This time he pulled jezebel's hand along. He wrapped her fingers around lydia's ankle, leading her in a soft exploration of another's body. “You will earn her body, and what pleases it, as she will with you. You learned my body before, and how to please me very, very greatly. This one is different, a new challenge for you to explore, but nothing more. The challenge is there because that's what I want. I want you to be able to please anyone, at any time, and yet I will keep you as mine.” He continued to guide her hands, helping her with every motion of fastening the cuff to lydia's ankle.

He picked up the remaining too, and stood, bringing his pet with him, and just handed her one to place on the other girls wrist. He did one, they did one together, and now she would do one herself, with him by her side, watching intently. “Help her get ready pet. You will help me get her ready, and instead of her doing the same, I will bind you myself. A small reward for you trying so hard.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Thank you, Master,” her voice was soft and showed the pain of mixed emotions. Everything from relief at his assistance and understanding to failure at again having failed in a task. Granted her Master did not see it as failure, but she saw it as that, simply because he was right, she had made it more difficult than it should have been. Why? Why couldn't this be easy for her? Why couldn't she just shrug her shoulders and do as he asked? Jez couldn't answer her own questions, fearful that the answer would be one that she didn't like... one that would lead her down a path that took her away from Steven and all he'd awakened inside her.

She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and set about the tasks of helping him bind Lydia. She glanced up at the woman, a soft blush crossed her face as she realized the submissive had once again seen the pain she, Jezebel was going through. Once more she was at a loss for words to offer the other woman and felt a bit of tension pass over them, or at least for her she felt tension.

Once Lydia was bound she waited for her Master to again take control. Excitement for what was to come was slowly returning as she felt confident in her Master's touch. In time perhaps she would grow to accept Lydia's and Lydia's her. But did Master Avis have that much time? That much patience... did Jez?

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia sat hearing her and Jez' task and she just sat there not wanting to really 'do it'. Both girls were uneasy and before Lydia could move to innitiate things Jez already had, her uneasy hands working at things. She watched the other sub and then Master Avis stepped in. He took Jez aside and lydia did as she was told, standing up and removing the one cuff and ball gag setting them down. She kept her gaze on the ground until Avis and his sub returned. He spoke as he gently and sensually put the cuff on Lydia's ankle. It turned her on so much to feel his touch while he bound her.

But she tryed not to let it turn her on too much since he was Jez' Master...not hers. If he were to give pleasure it would be to his beautiful red-haired sub, not Lydia. Lydia's eyes moved to watch as Avis and Jez put the other cuff on her other ankle and things felt a little less tense. And then both wrists received a cuff as well. Jez still looked slightly uncomfortable, but lydia new that once her Master started to put her cuffs on she'd completely relax if not be slightly aroused.

But it did slightly both Lydia that Jezebel was so easily freaked out and turned off by so many things. Was this girl always like that? Being emotional was one thing but Jezebel was award winning. It wasnt as over the top as Lydia was saying in her head and Jezebel was just a normal girl with just very hightened feelings. Lydia had been trained to not show emotion, or reveal what she was feeling, so maybe thats why she found it weird. But she wasnt going to say anything, and try not to 'judge' jez for who she was and the way she acted and Lydia just stood there with her head down waiting for what was to come, whatever it may be.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven watched, and handed jezebel the cuffs to place on lydia's wrists, smiling approvingly as she worked. But he did not loose focus of the bigger picture today, he had two subs to attend to. “Thank you lydia, for your cooperation and patience with us.” He slid his hand down the back of her head, coming to rest at the base of her neck, almost possessively, but definitely friendly. “You are a beautiful submissive, and I am glad to have you hear to help us.”

Turning his attention back to his own pet, taking in the sight of her once more – always one that thrilled him. “Now, my pet, lets get you caught up.” He reached down and pulled out four more cuffs, all the same simple, but thick black leather that were placed on their guest. He handed these to lydia, just to hold, and took just one. He wrapped it lovingly around his sub's wrist, buckling it tight against her porcelain skin. He took another from lydia, and secured his pet's other wrist, then made sure neither cut off circulation.

“Lay down pet, and give me one leg at a time.” He waited for her to drop gracefully, as always, to the floor, and lift her shapely leg into the air, so that he did not have to bend over to cuff her ankles. He looked down on the beautiful woman. He pushed her, made her work past her own limits, but last night had been exceptionally difficult, and he looked on her with renewed pride. “You look so wonderful my dear, I would take you right now. But I must show restraint, just as you must try to learn new things – else we would never make any progress, would we pet?”

Takign a step back, he smiled, “But I would hate to leave you down there all alone. Lydia, why don't you join her?” He further instructed that the two should scoot their asses close together, lets bent, and positioned so that one girls feet were resting beside the others waist.

Once in position, he admired the very feminine, vulnerable looking 'school girls' that looked up at him. “I'll finish binding you two, and explain the rules.” Each sub's wrists were clipped to the ankle of the opposite woman, on the opposite side, making them cross their arms over their perfect little bodies.

“Now class, this was going to be a silent exercise, but in the interest of taking things slow, you may speak to each other...this time.” He brought out two 'rabbit' style vibrators, each with a control box at the end of a wire. Reaching, first under jezebel's skirt, he slid down her panties moving them to the side so he could tease her pussy with his fingers – knowing how to dance his digits along her folds to excite her. Once she was excited, he slipped the toy into her, gently, and then pulled her panties back up a bit, to help hold the device against her.

He repeated this process with lydia, taking care to learn what actions of his fingers brought what reaction from the new woman.

Then the remote to jez was handed to lydia, and visa versa. “The rules are simple. You must make the other girl cum. The only catch is,” he grinned back down on them, “you both must cum at the same time. Talk to each other, if you must, but learn the other's responses to the various settings, what she likes. Bringing the other to orgasm too quickly is a failure, as is not pleasing her enough. Getting her to cum is good, but until you can achieve it at the same time, we will keep at it – changing positions and toys if we must. Teamwork.”

He took his seat, and enjoyed the sight before him. “You may begin girls.”

 

[PaintaPicture]

The 'binding issue' was resolved and Master Avis finnished getting all 4 cuffs on each girl. Before she moved to the ground he said something that caused a little smile to appear on her face. He called her beautiful and he was glad for her presence. He then posistioned the girls on the ground just like he wanted. He clipped thir legs to wrists in a posistion that was not the most comfortable but neither of them said anything. He explained their challenge and then added the final touches to what was to be accomplished. He got them both aroused enough to slip in the 'rabbits' and she had to admit she liked the way his fingers touched her more than the vibrator. She enjoyed that physical contact especially from someone who she was being controlled by.

The remotes to the devices were handed to the opposite girl and they both hear the goal they were to achieve; to cum at the same time and work figure out what the other enjoyed. Since lydia knew that jez hated being in control more than anything lydia stepped up to the plate and started to 'direct' things. Not trying to control but to offer suggestions. The other girl seemed to relax slightly. Lydia explained what she really liked and jez did the same and Lydia asked that they both tell each other if they are close or not. So they could time things just right. To back off some if one was further than another.

She tryed her hardest to not tug against the restraints not wanting to tug the other girl in a way that she didnt like. The moans slowly got louder and it was so annoying to have to control herself from cumming. After lots of teasing and building up Lydia continued to do most of the talking at one point just closing her eyes to concentrate. She kept them closed for the remaineder of their challenge. After what seemed like forever they reached a point where as soon as they stopped trying to hold back they would cum. They pressed a few buttons and they both came; squirming, moaning, gasping for air and slowly they both turned the vibrators off and Lydia re-opened her eyes. Both girls lay there panting.

Lydia had not enjoyed it very much and just kind of stared at the ceiling. She wasnt used to working with other subs like this. Having to lead things, just to make someone else feel better. She just didnt understand why this girl was so friggin' emotional about damn near everything. Granted lydia had lived by the thinking of, "suck it up" and "get over it". Lydia could get emotional but it was usually in extreme situations, such as her Mistress leaving. But little things like this didnt get her all worked up and if it did she wouldnt say anything unless she felt it went against her hard limits or she didnt feel safe. She chewed on the inside of her lip knowing what was coming next. This was where he'd put the gags in and make them do it again. She hoped not since she'd rather do something else. But ya never know, she said in her head.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel stared at the ceiling. Her body shook and shivered as it tried to come back down from the induced high that the girl and the toy had invoked. The session was not one that she cared to ever repeat and she found herself wondering why that was. What was it about this control issue plagued her so. Yes, she'd come, but Master Avis knew she would. What woman couldn't. He'd toyed with her, toyed with the other woman and then pushed devices deep into them both that promised to deliver numbing states of bliss. And they had, though she had to admit her orgasm was not one she would normally have had with the toy... this one felt... empty. A waste of good come, she thought to herself as she trembled.

When she felt confident enough to talk, she did so in a soft whisper. It was natural for her to thank her Master for the gift he'd given her... the gift of coming, of orgasming, of receiving and giving pleasure. She worded her gratitude to both Master and the other woman. Her tone was quiet, somewhat hushed but the “thank you”s were spoken.

She lay there, her eyes closed and her mind wondering to what would be asked of her next. The idea of being in control again caused a rolling of fear, but she pushed it back. This particular act hadn't been too bad. She'd survived it and in actuality, if she were to look back on it, she'd realized that with Lydia's help and her stepping up to the plate to get things started, she'd muddled through it, though barely.

“Thank you, Lydia,” she whispered again, before closing her eyes and waiting for the next act her Master would seek from them.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

The girls, and the thought of seeing two there was as exciting , as it was stressful. This was obviously not just twice the responsibility, but some much greater factor. Still, he would be dead from the hair down if he didn't think that the two bound subs moaning and speaking plainly on how to bring themselves off together was arousing as all hell.

“Mmmm, that was fantastic to watch ladies. You did very well, especially considering it the first exercise in working together. I can sense the tension, but you both worked through it, and for that I am pleased.” He knelt down and reached between his guest slave and his pet, pulling the toys from their dripping pussies, and collecting the remotes as well, depositing them in a plastic bin – anything in that bin would need to be cleaned and returned to its place before they played tomorrow.

He then released the women from each other, handling wrists and ankles gently, but with ease, knowing that their limbs were his to move as he wished. He was contemplating their next activity, when a sound disturbed them. He looked immediately at jezebel, stunned to hear his very private cell phone ring, and knew she would be equally startled by this particular noise. “Excuse me girls,” he said, with a questioning look on his face.

Steven left the large play room and retrieved the phone from the small table by the front door, answering it. His expression faded from one of being puzzled, to very, very irritated. The call was short, and in a few minutes he walked slowly back into the play room.

“That was my assistant. Seems to be some more trouble at the house, but this time they think they caught them. The police would like me to come in to see if I can ID any of their suspects.” He was not pleased at having to leave, and it showed in his voice. “I really hate to leave, but if it helps restore some security to our home, then I must.” He looked apologetically to his pet, and walked toward her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her forehead. “You've been so understanding, and I keep throwing more at you. I have not forgotten I owe you a night of rewards for being so patient with this break in, and the events it caused.”

He turned to lydia, and smiled, running his hand down her cheek. “I'm sorry I must run out on you as we, having invited you up here. I have much planned, and hope you will be able to stay.”

He took a step back from both woman. “Pet, I have to go, and I will make this as fast as possible, but I doubt I will be back before tonight, possibly late tonight, depending on traffic. Why don't you and lydia go into town and enjoy yourselves? Spend money, have fun, enjoy the small lake town.” He offered, not having had more time to think, but feeling truly awful he had to abandon them.

He had picked up something else from the front table as well, and now brought it out of his pocket – a rather ornate black and silver collar, with a single ring dangling in the front. This was the one she wore in public, and for fancy dress. This collar in particular was the one he had given to her the day that the kinky sex was no longer just fun and games, but the day she professed to want to BE his, and he accepted her gift, claiming her as his – every moment of every day, his.

He stepped to his pet and removed the collar she wore for her current outfit and placed the more meaningful one around her slender neck. “Always mine, and I'm always grateful and proud.” He punctuated the small ritual with a deep kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. “You girls have fun. That's my only instruction. Jezebel, you have my number if you need me for anything.” He then ran upstairs to get his wallet and keys, and quickly left, speeding back toward their home in the city.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The events had happened so fast, moving from one scene to another that Jezebel hardly had time to react to the sudden change of their circumstances. She frowned at the retreating form of her Master and then turned with wide eyes to the woman across from her. “Well, that was a bit unexpected,” she muttered in tone that showed her annoyance. Her shoulders drooped slightly as she stared around the room, and then back at Lydia. “I'm really at a loss as to what to do. It's like... he had this whole day planned and then,” she opened her arms and splayed her fingers apart, “nothing.”

She shook her head and moved to the bin where the dirty toys lay. “I'll clean these up and well... I guess if you want to go into town we can.”

Her gaze shifted over to Lydia's and then back to the toys. “That was... different,” she confided, “are you okay?”

Jezebel waited with a sense of foreboding descending over her, as if a blanket of some sort was being tugged across her body and readying herself for some explosive force. She wasn't sure how to take this woman... they were alone. Alone in a place that one was to lead and another follow, but now they were equals. Two girls told to go shopping together. Two strangers that had made each other come, but really knew nothing about one another. How fucked up was that?

“I didn't like this experiment...exercise...session... whatever the fuck you call it,” she suddenly admitted, tossing the now clean toys into the storage bin and slamming the lid down.

 

[PaintaPicture]

It was over and Jez said her thank you's and Lydia replied with a small thank you back to her and one directed toward Master Avis. They were then detached from each other and able to use their arms and legs without disturbing the other. Toys were removed and they both sat there and when things got strange. His phone ring which she took as something that didnt happen often by the rather surprised look on both of their faces. Then it was all explained and Lydia was less than thrilled. But it wasnt something that he could control and had to do it to makes things better so she accepted it.

Both girls stood and he appologized to Lydia and she just gave a tiny smile and nodded her head and then just crossed her arms across her stomach and looked down and away at the ground. She didnt want to see that mushy-gushy love stuff with them. As much as she craved that kind of attraction she just didnt like to see it. It had been something that was in her life that she hadnt had in what felt like a long time. Master Avis than left and Lydia was left in the room with Jez. She looked back over at her and didnt really say anything but nodded in agreeance to what she was saying.

The other sub started to clean and then asked the question that she never liked. 'are you okay?'. She wanted to say 'no' but she just gave a tiny smile and nodded slightly.
"Yeah...i'm fine. Nothing to be 'not okay' about."
She didnt like lying, but in this situation she felt it was alright.
"Going into town sounds nice. I dont have much money to spend but getting out would be nice. And just being more of ourselves around each other might help us with this kinda stuff..."

Everything was clean and then Jez finally said what they were both thinking. She hadnt enjoyed that... and Lydia agreed with her. But then once again lydia decided to get things rolling.
"Well I'm gonna go change so i'm not walking around in a school girl outfit and then i'll meet you outside at my car. sound good?"
She didnt really say anything else and then started to head back upstairs and then noted to the other girl.
"You'll have to tell me where to go since i've never been here..but i'm sure we'll have fun."
She smiled trying to make it convincing and then went upstairs into the room she was staying in. She quickly took off the outfit and shoes taking out other clothes to wear. She pulled on a pair of cute jeans, a dark green tank top, black bra and black flip-flops. She didnt think it mattered what she wore if they were just going out to relax and she was never told to wear anything specific. She went into the bathroom and took the collar off and rubbed her neck where it had been and took her hair down brushing out the now wavvy black hair that reached to her shoulder blades. She left it down and then grabbed her purse with wallet, keys, cellphone and things like that.

She didnt see Jez right away and walked out to her car leaning on the front of it holding her fake prada bag in her arms waiting for the other girl. Hopefully this whole little thing would make things more comfortable between then and Jez would stop freaking out at every little thing. But who knew and so far this entire thing was becoming extremely unpredictable and slightly annoying.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jez watched Lydia leave, following shortly after her and making her way to her room. There she quickly undressed, overly eager for the first time to rid herself of her submissive state. The only thing she did opt to keep on was the collar, simply because it was the only thing that felt right to her at the moment. Nothing else did. Her world was slowly being turned upside down. She pulled on a pair of white capris, and a top that was held up by spaghetti straps and decorated with an assortment of beads and sequins. She pulled her hair free, brushed it, and stared at its long locks. Several minutes were spent as she rearranged the crimson strands.

She eyed her reflection as she piled the curls on top of her head, leaving her neck exposed. Her head angled to the right, then the left and she imagined her hair shorter. It had been years since she'd sported a boyish look, granted her body had never been boyish, but during her summer teen years, she'd kept it short and closely cropped to her scalp. Her teeth came out to toy with the bottom lip as she braided her hair, secured it with a ponytail holder and headed down to meet Lydia. She paused, slipped on a pair of bejeweled sandals and headed out the door, grabbing her car keys as she went.

She saw Lydia leaning against her vehicle and smiled, pocketed her keys and grinned. “Let's do something fun. Something that takes us out of our comfort zone.”

She wasn't sure what it was yet, but some part of Jezebel wanted to rebel. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the air around her. “Lydia, these last few hours have been odd. I know we don't know each other well, and maybe Steven needs a good kick in the ass for putting us together the way he did. Maybe he's just too anxious, something I've never seen in him before, but well... I'm glad he's gone. It's the first time I've ever felt that way. I don't like the feeling, but I need to do something to rid myself of it and well... that means shopping first. So, his credit card will carry us to many places today, many that I hope we'll both find appealing as well as able to get to know each other better. First, food. There is a great diner in the center of town and well, the burgers are to die for.”

Yes, being outside and away from the house was exactly what she needed, Jezebel told herself as she slipped into the passenger seat of the car and buckled the seat belt. She watched for Lydia, and took a deep breath. This would work, it had to. She had to be the girl's friend, a part of her needed it more than she'd realized until just now, when she'd seen her standing there in the sunlight. She needed Lydia, the question was why? And how did she go about becoming what her Master wanted.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia heard everything Jez had to say and thought it was SO strange to hear this girl say that she wanted to get out of her comfort zone but lydia just smiled and thought she'd help this somewhat innocent looking girl with that. She was good at breaking out of comfort zones and being a little out there. When she mentioned that she had Stevan's credit card she went to say that she wouldnt let him pay for it but didnt say anything, not having had anything paid for, for her. She mentioned food and such and lydia nodded and got into the car and started to drive off to where Jez said the place was.

She put on some music, not sure what Jez liked but rock was what was in the cd player so thats what they could listen to unless the other girl objected. They got to the bruger place and got seated and just chatted about little things. Talking about one another slightly, but not diving to deep into the emotional pool. The food came and they ate. Lydia hadnt been out with a friend to get food like this in a long time. If thats what she could call Jez, she wasnt sure what else to call their 'relationship'. Lydia started to become slightly more vocal and after a little both girls were full and they paid the check.

The mall they decided was their next target so they hopped back in Lydia's ride and headed over. It took them a moment to find decent parking and then they walked in. Lydia feeling a lot smaller at that moment no longer in heals or a corset to push her breasts up and make them bigger. But that was okay, she had always been thin, kinda short with long limbs. She just shrugged and tryed not to compare herself physically to Jez again and feel inadequate. They walked in and wasnt sure where they should go first. Lydia was wanting to get a pair of new shoes but didnt want to just buy a bunch of things with Stevan's money. Lydia then looked over at Jez and smiled.
"So...where do you wanna start? Anything you've desperately been needing?"
She laughed slightly and waited.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel was surprised by how easily the two of them were getting along. Lunch had been filling as far as food went, and they had talked some, but not too intrusively. She felt both were slowly relaxing into each other and wasn't this a good sign? Wasn't this what Steven wanted? After all, every girl needed a best friend, right?

They walked the mall, commenting here and there on whatever caught their eye. Eventually they made some purchase. Lydia didn't go overboard, though Jezebel tried to encourage her to spend at will. She understood though that it was probably difficult spending someone else's money. Jezebel had felt that way too at one point, but Steven had told her that it pleased him to make her happy and to dress her up in things that appealed to them both, plus she belonged to him and it was his job to provide. In time Jezebel learned how to spend to shop so it was sensible for both her and her Master's wallet.

Hours went by and eventually both girls were hungry and were once more struggling on where to go next; this time in order to fill their grumbling stomachs, Jezebel found her hand wondering through Lydia's arm, hooking it and casually walking side by side with her. What a difference a day makes, she thought to herself as she smiled and laughed. The tension from the past night's event and the morning's exercise had melted away. She was very thankful for it. She'd not forgotten it, but at least it was not at the forefront of her mind.

“Mario's,” she suddenly said, “it's a great Italian place on the lake. Steven and I dine there every once in a while. There is a guy that works there that he doesn't care for so he picks the day carefully. Today will be safe, Jake should be off. He's a real ass of a man, but he's gorgeous and knows it.”

It was that attitude that had carried Jezebel through the day. She hadn't realized that she'd lost that freedom, she didn't want it back, but she was going to enjoy it... a reward she told herself, for having to endure all that Master Avis had brought on. They made their way to the car and eventually Jezebel was giving directions to Lydia on where to go. Her gaze flickered across various buildings. “Turn here!” she suddenly shouted and pointed at the upcoming road.

Lydia reacted instinctively, turning where she'd been instructed. “Pull in there,” Jezebel told her, then grinned as Lydia parked the car. “Want to?” she asked, looking back and forth between the driver of the car and the shop that displayed Black Chapel Tattoo and Piercing in neon lights.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Theygot comfortable together and it was making the tension just melt away. They were giggling and even linked arms as they walked through the mall. Some shopping was done and Jez tryed to tell Lydia that it was okay for her to get things but she found a pair of shoes she was fond of and got them. The shoes werent to expensive so she didnt feel real bad about it. Hunger set in again slightly and they decided to go ahead and get food and Lydia told herself it was okay to splurge and have a 'calorie-fest' for just a day. They got back to Lydia's car and got in and headed towards the restaurant. She listened to the details, about some ass hole good looking guy there. But before she could ask any questions Jez pointed and told her to turn and she pulled in to a tattoo shop parking lot. Lydia grinned wickedly. Did she want too? Of course she did! She loved tattoos and was going to do a tattoo apprenticeship but couldnt afford it. She had studied art in school and somehow ended up with a crappy secretary job at a lawfirm. How that all worked she'd never know.

Lydia quickly got out with Jez and walked in wanting to inspect the place slightly before either of them sat down to have needle put to skin. They got in and were greeted by a guy with more than enough tattoos and a few piercings and she smiled at him and said hi back. She asked about walk-in's and they said they did and that they had been pretty slow all day. Lydia watched as Jez looked at the stuff on the walls obviously looking for ideas and she kept talking to the guy, whose name was, Derek. He mentioned that the other tattoo guy there at the time, Mike, would tattoo whoever wanted and Lydia looked at his portfolio making sure it was quality...and it very much was. Lydia then turned most...if not all of her atttention to Derek who she noticed checking her out a few times. She asked about piercings and he said he'd be able to do that. She of course looked at his profile for that and it was all very good and they then got to talking about how she knew her stuff. This was after she went through a few questions of their needles, gloves, bags, ink, and all that stuff. Making sure it was always clean and new needles were used and such.

He chuckled at her noting that she knew a lot more than some artists themselves. Lydia then went into how she studied art and went to do the whole apprentice thing; but it was to pricy, couldnt pay the bills, or her student loans. They flirted some and Lydia completely forgot about other stuff, loving the feeling of someone having an interest in you and not being uber creepy. She then went back to the whole piercing thing and that she wanted to get her bellybutton pierced and she did the normal paper work and he took her ID and all that jazz giving her the aftercare sheets and such. She saw Jez doing the same but with tattoo paperwork and Lydia just smiled and walked into the other room with Derek that was for piercing. He asked if she had any other piercings or tattoos and she said only the 2 in each ear but if her work allowed it she'd get more and two tattoos; one small one on each. She had a "track foot" on her left and the word "artist" in nice lettering on her right. They were both small and on the inside of each foot. She showed them off and he mentioned that he would touch them up for free if she wanted and she thought and told him maybe another time. He talked a bit more as he cleaned off her navel and made the marks and such.

She then layed down and he got everything out and he told her to breath and finally did it. She had her bellybutton pierced and it wasnt that bad. He put the small silver ring with a ball in and closed it all up and cleaned it. She kept talking to him as he kept cleaning and he'd occasionally drop a compliment and cause her to blush. She wasnt being shy with him which was something she usually did...maybe because she could connect with him on a different level. Who knew. The whole time she had heard the tattoo gun buzzing in the other room and remembered that she was there with Jez but didnt make a move to go out there. Their chatting continued for 35 more minutes or so and they came back out into the main room and saw that Jez was getting her tattoo covered and given her instructions. She paid and then before they left Lydia turned to Derek.
"Um...were going to this bar down the road I think it's called The High-Hat. If you can or want to...maybe you could meet us there."
He smiled and gave a "deffinately" and that he'd be there in about half an hour or so when the next guy got in. Lydia then turned to Jez and they walked out and got in her car and giggled and blushed hard.
"Sorry i didnt sit with you or anything or help with the tattoo stuff, i was a little...distracted..."
She then started the car and drove towards the bar.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel didn't say much as she looked over to Lydia once she'd walked back into the room. She was too busy contemplating what she'd just done to herself. She chewed nervously on her lip the entire time the tattoo artist had been working. Many times she'd second guessed herself, but once the first mark was done she had felt there was no way she could back out and now she sat next to a newly pierced Lydia, sporting a double heart tattoo with the date of her and Steven's “Master/sub” anniversary in the smaller one and the name “Pet” in the other. She kept telling herself he'd like it... eventually. She tried to reassure herself, eventually admitting that to face Steven she was going to have to be drunk, so when they headed out to the bar, that was her intentions, getting totally and utterly wasted.

“Wanna see?” she timidly asked her new 'friend'. She eased the bandage off her left ankle and flexed her foot. The tattoo looked professional. She showed Lydia the red hearts and the black ink that proclaimed the private, sentimental date and name. She then covered it up and patted it gently. “Hurts a bit,” she told her. “I really think I need a drink,” she admitted, blushing slightly. "Can I peek?" she asked, nodding toward Lydia's stomach.

The girls eventually made it to the bar, where Jezebel stepped out and adjusted the straps of her shirt. She still worried about what Steven would say, but opted to push the thoughts away... he had said to enjoy herself, spend money, have fun and make friends with Lydia. Obviously they had enjoyed themselves and what better way to become even better friends than to loosen up with a few drinks.

“This is kinda weird for me,” she admitted to Lydia, “I've not been out like this since meeting Steven. Don't get me wrong, I love him and love our life, but I guess I'd forgotten what it was like to have a day of 'just me' and to get to share it with another woman, that's even more new. My girlfriends from the past... we hung out at malls, but we just sat around giggling and stuff, we never did anything adventurous.”

Jezebel knew she was rambling, perhaps finding her own way of covering up the nervousness in her gut. She wasn't quite sure how to stop her behavior now, it was simply too much fun to find parts of Lydia that she found appealing to her and she wanted to learn more about her. Have fun with her and see what other things had brought Steven to invite her into their lives.

 

[PaintaPicture]

The girls showed off what they had gotten and Lydia noted that she'd help Jez with aftercare if she needed it. They got to the bar which was rather close and she grabbed her ID, credit card and a little cash and shoved it in her front pocket not wanting to hold her purse the whole time. She shoved it under the front seat of her car just to be safe, even though she was sure this town was perfectly safe. They got out and walked in getting their ID's checked and a blue bracelet put on their wrists. They walked towards the bar and she listened to Jez and what she was saying and just nodded smiling.
"Well i'm glad I could help with that...now...it's time for SHOTS!"

She smiled and ordered 2 shots of tequila explaining that all nights should be started with a shot of tequila. A salt shaker, 2 lime wedges, and a shot for each were placed before them and then Lydia licked her hand put some salt on it and took the shot in one hand and lime in the other. She looked at Jez who just looked a little confused. She then explained everything and then chuckled slightly. This girl truely had been pretty sheltered it seemed. And Lydia was more than willing to help her break out and be a little more 'wild' and 'experienced'. Lydia told her the order to go in, lick the salt, take the shot, suck the lime. She counted to 3 and they did it together and Jez had the funniest expression on her face and Lydia had to just laugh while sucking on the lime.

Lydia started a tab with the guy, giving the card to him and they sat on the stools there and chatted a bit more, each girl ordering an actual drink. Jez some fruit juice and malibu rum combination and Lydia, a grey goose and tonic with an extra lime both were doubles. But while they talked she kept looking behind Jez to see if Derek was there or not and blushed everytime Jez caught her looking.
"Do you think he'll come? I really hope so...I havent been this girly over a guy in so long...i'm nervous. I'm stupid."
And she chuckled at herself.
"He's wearing a black t-shirt and cargo pants, kinda tan, real dark hair, tall...um...do you remember him? If you see him let me know."
She drank a little more and looked around.
"Do I look okay? Oh i'm being stupid. So, if we are getting drunk tonight...we're gonna have to leave my car here and catch a cab or something back...oh whatever we can figure that out later. Lets just have some fun, let loose, and indulge in things we normally dont indulge in."
She smiled tucked some of her wavvy hairs behind her ear and drank a little more. She had a huge tolerance, thanks to all her crazy crazy party days back in school. The second half of their day had gone amazingly well and she was hoping their night would be even better.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel's head spun a bit after the first shot, but settled once her drink was placed in front of her. The initial buzz had receded and for that she was thankful. She sipped her drink, slowly at first, but eventually she downed it faster. The bartender watched her, and she cast a glance in his direction. She knew him and he knew her. She felt rather safe in both his presence as well as Lydia's ever directing gaze and instruction. She listened to her ramble about the man from the tattoo parlor and admitted that she didn't quite remember him because she was scared shitless with getting the tattoo.

“I'm sure he'll be here. I mean, why wouldn't he, you're beautiful,” she told her, “besides if he doesn't show up, there are more than enough guys here to chose from. You're not collared yet,” she winked, “so you're your own Mistress tonight.”

She hoped she hadn't upset her new friend and found herself wishing she could take the words back. “Another shot?” she asked, waving the bartender over and once more the girls were downing the drinks that Lydia had ordered first.

“Let's get a table,” she said. She curled her fingers around Lydia's hand and picked up her drink, waited for Lydia to move with her and found a table to sit at. There she polished off her drink and toyed with the napkins on the table.

Just as she was about to signal for another fruity concoction, one was placed in front of her as was a drink that looked similar to what Lydia had been drinking. “Good evening Jez,” a voice behind her said, hands pulled away from the two beverages at the same time.

Jezebel glanced up and frowned. “Jake,” she said, then glanced over at Lydia, “Lydia, this is Jake. Jake...Lydia.”

Jake smiled, winked and pulled a seat over to the two girls. Jezebel saw his eyes flicker over the collar on her neck, noticed his displeasure and then swept his eyes over to Lydia's. His smile widened as he pushed the drinks closer to the girls. “For you. I figure it's safe to chat since your Master isn't around,” Jake admitted.

Jezebel knew that she was supposed to get up and leave or turn around and disappear whenever this particular man was in her proximity, but she was here with Lydia and Lydia was having a blast. Honestly, so was Jezebel. It was after all her night out, or at least it had been her day out, and they had made it into a night. And...wasn't this guy showing up for Lydia? It wouldn't be fair to take her away from a potential plaything. “I guess it's okay, for a little while.”

She took her drink, the one Jake had put before her and drank deep, easing the nervousness that his presence had suddenly inflicted. “It tastes different than before.”

“Oh?” Jake responded easily, “maybe he added too much rum?” He turned his attentions to Lydia. “So how did you and Jezzie meet?”

 

[PaintaPicture]

Oh this girl was adorable Lydia thought. She was that bubbly popular girl in high school that she would have never talked talked too and wouldnt have gotten along with. But they were getting along, talking, and Lydia was liking it. The other sub seemed to jump right into it as they did another shot and then went to sit at a table. She looked around for Derek but instead of seeing the cute tattoo'd boy she was anxiously awaiting she heard a deeper man's voice and saw two drinks set down infront of them. Obviously he knew Jez and Jez looked like she wished she didnt know him. She was introduced to the man, jake, and rememered that this was the good looking ass hole that Stevan didnt like. She gave him a head nod and rolled her eyes at the wink he gave her but then mentioned the lack of master pressent and that seemed to make her new friend and partner in crime worried. Lydia still hadnt touched the drink infront of her and wanted to stop Jez from drinking hers. She obviously didnt know "the rule"; dont drink drinks from creepy men or men you dont like unless you watched it poured out and delivered to you without it leaving your site.

But it was too late. She had killed a nice portion of the glass and then noted a funny taste and Lydia's head perked up. He made an excuse of it maybe being the rum...it wasnt that and both Jake and Lydia knew it, but the inexperienced drinker, Jez did not know this. He asked how lydia and Jez met and she paused and took a sip of the drink. As soon as the liquid hit her lips she knew what that "funny taste" was. She knew it well, but hadnt tasted it in a long time. She looked up at Jake with a look in her eyes that said "I know what you did". He had given the girls a few lines of some blow but she didnt say anything.
"We met at a party..."

Lydia then heard her name from a male voice and looked up to see Derek and smiled wide. She was so glad that he came and could maybe help make the situation less awkward with this other guy. He got himself a beer and then sat down with all of them.
"Derek this is Jezebel and Jake. Jez...jake..this is Derek."
They shook hands and they all continued drinking. Lydia knowing what would happen next. It wouldnt be sudden, but at some point Jez would notice, but probably not care. Coke made you feel good...amazing...and nothing really made you mad or upset. Things just kind of went away. But their pupils would get dilated, heart rate increase, maybe sweat a little more. But she tryed not to think of that. Both girls finnished and Derek opted to buy that round and went back to the bar, got their drink and she watched him come back and NOT put anything into them.

They began to drink again and Lydia leaned over and whispered into Derek's ear.
"This Jake guy is kinda sketch so we kinda need to keep an eye on him...so to speak, i just dont want him messing with Jez like he seems to want too..."
Derek understood and nodded. Lydia was glad that he had some muscle on him. Not to much muscle but the right ammount that lydia liked. She liked her lips and she could feel it. She could tell mostly because she was feeling a little more wild and wanting to be much more extroverted than her shy usual self. She looked up at Jez who seemed to be talking to Jake at a mile a minute and it made her laugh. That would happen. Derek started to pick up on a few things and asked Jez a few times if she was alright and Jake always seemedto give him a weird look afterwards and he'd do the same to Lydia and she always told him she was doing fine. Her and the new boy got touchier and flirtier. That round of drinks was gone and Jake proposed to Jez that they dance as the song channged. Derek then took Lydia's hand saying that they would as well, remembering what lydia had told him earlier.

They all started to dance and Jez seem to be having the time of her life, going wild and partying like a rock star. Only if she knew...the real reason for this huge burst of happyness. Derek got closer with Lydia, their bodies moving together, and against each other. She looked him in the eye and was feeling so bold. Now she remembered why she had done drugs back in the day, for this reason. Changed her into a different person. But it also did bad things, which is why she stopped. Her arms moved around his neck and she looked over at Jez now seeming a bit bothered with Jake but still trying to have fun. But her attention was brought back to Derek as he pulled her hips in close and whispered in his ear.
"I hope you dont mind..."
And he kissed her once softly and then dove back in for something deeper when she heard a rather unpleasant squeal from Jezebel and both of them looked over. Derek had mentioned that if need be he'd lay the guy out but Lydia didnt want him to cause a scene, atleast not yet and Lydia was at a slight loss as for what to do next to help alleviate the situation without causing to big of a shit storm.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The bite had been unexpected, completely unexpected to Jezebel. She squealed, pulled back and stared at Jake before shaking her head in confusion. Her gaze shot to her shoulder, where a bruise was quickly rising to the pale surface of her freckled flesh. Her eyes were wide and her head told her this was wrong, but a part of her wanted to keep enjoying the evening.

Every eye in the room seemed to focus on her, she smiled shyly, hoping to get the attention off her and onto others. She wasn't aware that slowly Jake had been dancing her into a corner and now she was in a more secluded and darker spot at the bar. She made out Derek and Lydia, but Jake turned quickly blocking her view with his rather large frame.

At the other end of the bar, the bartender, a long time friend of Steven's had a phone pressed up to his ear and his mouth was moving fast as he spoke into the receiver. His eyes had missed the bite, and from the distance between him and the dancers he'd missed the squeal as well. He held a thin sheet of paper, a small post-it-note that had been kept in his wallet, but never used. On it was written Steven's cell phone number. After he hung up, the bartender frowned and made his way back to the bar. He wouldn't interfere unless she looked as if she were truly in danger, right now she was a girl having a good time.

Jezebel felt Jake's fingers move along her arm and his words seemed muffled in her ear. She relaxed somewhat as he spoke in a more dominating manner, a manner in which she was accustomed to. This was where she belonged, he told her in the arms of a Master. He was right, she told herself as she finally gave in and began to move with him to the music, and forgot the tenderness of the bite.

 

[PaintaPicture]

ooc: oops. i did it again. see my below post.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

The day really could not have been more dull, he thought to himself. What he'd been pulled down here for, on 'urgent' matters proved to be nothing more then an excited DA that was sure he could help ID some suspects. Steven knew one, had seen them around one of his previous lovers, from years back – but could not provide more details. It never failed to amaze him how often he might get blamed for another's mistakes well after they had parted ways.

But, since he was in town, he took care of a few other matters – inspecting the new security at his house, and the clean up efforts. He spoke with his assistant about both business and how he truly did not wish to be disturbed for a week. The man understood, and apologized for not investigating it further when the DA said urgent. Steven reassured him that all was well, and he was just frustrated – about more then the trip into town if he was honest with himself.

It was late, and he was collecting some items from home, thinking on how the weekend had not gone, at all, how he had hoped and planned. But, at least it was going to get better, as soon as he got home. He hoped his jezebel was having a good time and that her and lydia were getting along.

Then the call came. The bartender at The High-Hat, a bar he had taken jez to before on their trips up to the lake house, called to inform him that jez wasn't acting normal, and was with that guy Jake. He reassured Steven that she was safe, and he'd keep an eye on her as best he could, but really, there was nothing technically wrong with the situation. Clearly, the bartender had different ideas of wrong. But then he didn't know that Jake was a registered sex offender – the reason he told jez to stay away. So why on earth hadn't she?!

He was in his jag before he was off the phone, never knowing, or even wondering how his older bones moved that fast. He never had a thought for cops, or for his safety, as he sped away. Sweat beaded on his brow, despite the cool night air rushing past him. All he could think about was jez, and how he could never live with himself is something happened to her. Other thoughts bounced around his mind too, about hurting anyone that touched her, or brought this on her.

He had tried calling jezebel's cell phone several times, leaving a nearly panicked message that she was to return home immediately – but he knew she likely could not hear it in a crowded bar. He could only hope that the two girls would use the restroom, and check their phones.

His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel as he hauled ass up to the little town, but all the speed he could muster still put his destination over an hour away. Then the lights came – red and blue flashing from behind him.

He tried to ignore it, but the cop just sped up, and rode along side him, instructing him to pull over. He could not very well help his jezebel from jail, so he pulled over, and got his ID out, as well as a check book. It took him 5 minutes to bribe the cop, something he felt horrible for. At least, to the officer's credit, it had taken quite a lot to let Steven speed away again.

 

[PaintaPicture]

After a moment of seeing Jez a little flustered she went back to having fun and things seemed alright again. Derek kissed her again and neither of them noticed that Jezebel and Jake had moved away. She was to into the moment of being with a guy that was into her. He wasnt being sleazy or trying to get her to go back to his place for sex. They kept dancing and mentioned that before they left he needed her number and she smiled grabbing a napkin. he handed her a pen and she wrote her name and cell phone number down and she put it into his pants. His hands went back to her hips, holding her body close to his, her arms going back to being around his neck.

But she got even more lost in things and she started wanting him more and more. Her hands moved down his chest feeling his muscles and his arms wrapped around her and he attacked her neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. He wasnt being harsh, but he wasnt being gentle either. Their hands searched each other. She could start to feel his arousal against her and her arms moved around his torso and he kept his arms around her and then looked down at her.
"Are you okay...I can feel your heart beating real fast...and" He paused and put some pieces together. He nodded his head and smacked her ass.
"Naughty girl...that's not a hobby of yours is it?"
She made a sexy little "ooh" nice as he smacked her ass and then told him that it wasnt something she did anymore, and she wasnt planning on doing it that night. They kept dancing getting lost in their own world. Eventually they say down with her straddling him and him going at her neck and shoulder once again. Kissing her lips inbetween she rocked her hips against him. He looked at her for a moment and she smiled. He then asked about if he was being to forward and he didnt want to push her into anything since they had just met, and she was under the influence of things. He then took his card out, one from the tattoo shop, and put it in her pocket letting her know that she had his number and they didnt have an excuse not to see each other again.
"Well then...lets be slow tonight and next time...we can go a lot further."
She then went back to kissing him deeply and his hands moving over her. She was so glad that he hadn turned out to be some kind of scum bag just wanting to fuck her. At least, so far he wasnt like that and her girly intuitions were telling her this was a good man. They got dirtier and she was taking a little bit of a dominant role with him. She was having an amazing night with him and she completely forgot about Jez, Jake, Stevan, and all of that.

He had a hand in her hair and one on her ass and she was pressing herself into him. She was about ten seconds from taking him there, but held back. And she hoped to hell nothing would interupt the amazing night she was having with a guy who persued her and wanted something to do with her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jake pressed provocatively against Jezebel; their bodies moved together fluidly with the music. Jezebel leaned into him; his hands wrapped possessively around her hips. They ground their pelvises together. Jezebel's eyes were glassy, her skin hot to the touch and Jake's breath did little to cool her warm skin. “I need a drink,” she whispered against his ear. Jake grinned, took her by the hip and turned her toward a corner table.

“Wait here,” he told her; his voice spoke the demand in a tone that told her to obey.

Jezebel frowned as she watched his retreating back. Her fingers moved to her neck and she rubbed the collar. “I'm not his pet,” she muttered to herself and then turned her attention to the dance floor. She sighed, not finding Lydia or Derek. The urge to relieve the drinks she'd had earlier came over her and Jezebel rose from her seat, moved across the floor, and entered the ladies room.

There she took care of her needs, washed her face and splashed cool water on her face and stared at her reflection. Her gaze shifted to the collar on her neck and she thought of Master Avis. A smile crossed her features as she imagined him there with her and how much fun they would have had together. A pout then followed as she realized she was without him and a part of her craved a Master's touch.

She grinned, remembering the demand from Jake and how fun he'd been, how strong, attractive, and how her skin crawled with ... desire. She thought a moment, chuckled, then rolled her eyes before moving back to the crowded bar and going into the center. The music, the dancing, the crowd of happy couples made Jezebel smile wide. Her eyes locked with a young man, not much older than her. Seductively she moved closer to him. Her hips swaying suggestively. Her fingers beckoning him forward. Soon they met in the middle and she was again dancing with someone who seemed to know how to let loose and enjoy themselves.

A sharp grip on her arm made her squeak. Jezebel spun around, her eyes growing wide and stared at Jake. “I told you to stay put,” he hissed, hauling her against him and away from the dancers.

Jezebel pouted as Jake shoved a drink in her hand. “Drink up,” he muttered and pushed her into a chair, “You said you were thirsty.”

She frowned, but took a drink of the fruity concoction. “Mmm...” she whispered, then drank deeper. Jake stood over her watching her intently, a sinister smirk lifting easily on his full lips.