Silver Chains (for just-legal)

[Stella_Omega]

She really is- just legal. In fact, I can only hope she is old enough to be here, in this noisy, smoky nightclub. Because she's the most beautiful thing I've seen in... well, forever, it seems like.

I didn't come here to look for a goddess. This is The Eagle, and it's filled with men- poppa bears, young studs, girly boys, goths, punks- a sex show going on over the bar, two men twisting together in the embrace of a black leather sling. The air is filled with the odors of leather, male sweat, testosterone-

and this girl's delicate, subtle perfume.

Her silvery grey jeans glimmer in the darkness, her face shimmers as she turns her head towards me, this dumb asshole that so churlishly bumped into her.

"I'm sorry" I say; "I did it on purpose"

She has a pair of handcuffs- hanging from the left side of her belt. In the parlance around here, that makes her a top. Her youth, and the innocence of her eyes, make me wonder if that's strictly true. This old bulldyke is willing though. If that's what it takes.

 

[Just-Legal]

I'm 21, so, yeah. JUST Legal *snort*

A pair of long, slim arms cross over a chest barely constrained by a construct of leather and steel bone, one eyebrow raised above curiously tri-coloured eyes.

"Not many people would admit to that, y'know," I reply drily, noticing her interest in the handcuffs. There is another pair adorning the back of my jeans, those of the straight-link kind, the cool metal pressing comfortably into my back.

Metal. It is my favourite thing in the world, from the small bolts that adorn my nipple, lip and tongue, to the long pole I indulgently had installed in my front room, it pleases me in more ways than I can describe.

"Do I get to know why you hipchecked me?"

 

[Stella_Omega]

Whoah. Now that I am staring directly into her eyes, I see a glimmer of knowledge that I wasn't expecting. A mean little angel, sending shockwaves down into my stomach.

I've clean forgotten the line I was about to hand her. The best thing to do in these circumstances is let it all hang out, so I stutter and rub a booted toe on the ground, look up at her from under my hair and grin like a dog.

She's laughing at me for it. And she's just what I need...

 

[Just-Legal]

One arm leaves the barrier I had unwittingly created across my front, to seemingly pull a packet of cigarettes from nowhere. Taking one, I proffer the packet, before lighting up, eyeing the person in front of me thoughtfully.

"I could go with the cliche, what's a person like you doing in a place like this, but I think that's more your line, no? Don't let the age fool you, I'm an old soul. Or, as the boys 'round here have found out, an old *bitch*." I take a long, slow drag, closing my eyes as I exhale. "And I have a tendancy to piss people off."

The flecks of amber around my pupil dance in the flickering lights. "What do you want? What was on your mind when you came here tonight?" I was in the mood to be blunt.

 

[Stella_Omega]

"I came for the bar show, what else?"
The boys above us are grunting their way to a climax.

Leatherdykes like myself find far more companionship among the men than around the lesbians. My last girl friend tried to housebreak me- get me used to white upholstery and precious little bottles of overpriced wine. She talked me out of my chaps, and then talked me into wearing my working slacks out- as if I hadn't had enough of the corporate world after a nine-to-five.

She hated riding behind me on my Triumph, hated my greasy hands, hated my perverted ideas in bed. She even hated the time I spent working out, to keep the muscles toned that she soon began to hate as well. Everything she followed me home for, she hated, after one short year.
This feisty child is a breath of fresh air.

"Actually, I'm up there next." I tell the little princess. I pat the bulge along my thigh. "If you've been around here much, you might have seen my show... But... I could forget about it, really. Because it's not on my mind anymore, you know? Can I buy you a drink?"

 

[Just-Legal]

I laugh then, a long, low sound. "Ah, now that depends. Am I likely to get lynched by your friends and fans for keeping you?" There is no trace of sarcasm in my words - for now.

Her offer of a drink is a good one though, "Vodka, ice, nothing else. A double would be good, and not the cheap shit."

I cannot help it, I am a lover of good vodka. Wine? I go by taste, not price, as my father taught me. Beer I avoid, hops make me sick. Alcohol in general is my friend, its sweet oblivion a wonderful home for the twisted soul that resides within me.

"So what exactly does your show entail?" I ask, careful to try and glean as much information about my... companion, as I can, without revealing too much of my unseen side. Most of The Eagle knows I am the unapproachable Bitch, cutting those who seek my company down to size. Sometimes it is direct, other times drawn out. Only one or two do not end up feeling the sharp end of my tongue... or worse.

 

[Stella_Omega]

"I fuck 'em." I grin. "Some people would miss me, I guess... but fuck 'em, too... Excuse me," I turn to the bar; "Double Vodka on ice for the lady- You know what she likes?" The bartender nods, and pulls down something in a black bottle. He hands it over, and my single of Jack, with a grin.

"Playing it on the bottom tonight, Stella?"

"Well, I can't say you didn't warn me, huh?" I look over at the girl. "Death is certain. That's all I know, buddy."

"You'll know more tomorrow." he says darkly.

Hmm... The girl is watching the show when I get back to her. She's just as beautiful as she was the first sight.

"Ma'am?" I hand her the glass.

 

[Just-Legal]

I take the glass with a thank you and a smile, before shooting a look at the bartender. He may know my reputation, but he does not know *me*, and I would appreciate it if he kept his rather large nose out of what didn't concern him.

Still, if my companion wanted to know what she was getting in to... "Jack Daniels? You like it rough," I observe, still smiling. "Next time, try Maker's Mark. And don't let him charge you more than he does for the Jack." My free hand is idly playing with the handcuffs. "So, what horror story did he impart this time?"

My voice is quiet, almost bored, but the interest in my eyes is plain. "And if you're going to fuck them off, it'd be better to be on the stage. At least that way you might get some appreciation, no?" It couldn't be any stranger than the show that had been on a few nights ago. *That* had required a high level of inebriation, a strong stomach, and a lot of cleaning up afterward.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Well, she did warn me that she pisses people off. Hey, I prefer Jack, and I don't pay for anything here. I lift the glass in her direction.

"Mike was just saying how your last scene here nearly got you banned from the joint.
I have to say, I am not interested in playing blood, and certainly not as a bottom. I ain't vanilla, but I ain't stupid either.

'So, miss, if you want to tell me what YOU want, I'd appreciate it, okay? I'm hoping it's all within my boundaries, otherwise, I got a show to do.

'And that would just break my heart, wasting my energy on some dude instead of putting it where it should go, if you see what I mean."

A mental shrug- you win some, you lose some.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Oh, well. No one ever said it was easy, finding an angel to love. Maybe some day, mine will come along, huh?

I look overhead, as the two men reach a noisy, busy finish. Nice furry ass-cheeks, on the top man- clenched tight as he cums, his partner's legs locked around his waist. The bar explodes with whoops and cheers, and boys kiss their buddies- it's a happy, mellow crowd tonight.

I'd like to go up next, if I can find a partner. Ease my wounded pride. Looking around, though, I don't see any of my queer fuck-buddies. Not many gay boys are willing to spread their legs for a woman- especially in public- so my chance to shine in the meagre spotlight of this neighborhood hangout are looking slim.

"hey. Mike," I lean over the bar. "What do you think, do you know anyone who wants to play?"

"Miss Thang shot you down, huh?" he snickers, and I grin weakly by way of reply.

"Actually, you might get lucky after all." he continues. "This guy I kind of know, he started coming by a few weeks ago. He's pretty cool, might think tricking with a broad is fun. Don't let down the side, okay? What Joey sees in you, I'll never know!"

He cackles and raises me a highfive, while he scans the barroom for his acquaintance.

 

[rikaaim]

"Hey, Mike. How's things going tonight?"

I lean on the counter and ease forward to hear the response over shouting voices.

"Not too bad Rika. We've had a few rows, but nothing serious. A coupla fellows just finished up onstage. They weren't too bad tonight."

"Pour me a drink, will ya?"

I down the shot that Mike hands me. As I set the empty glass down on the counter I feel a poke from behind. I look up and Mike tries to turn away before I see him pointing at me. I turn around to see a new face. It has the looks of hope and recent letdown.

I look over the form before me, pleased. I see she's strapped in and ready to go, or maybe she's just always strapped in. I've always wondered what it was like to be taken by a hot bull dyke. She eyes past me to the empty stage. I shoot a look back to Mike. He gives me a "what" look. Bastard. He knows how much I like to show off.

"Hey, Mike. Hand me that new kit I gave ya last week for keeping."

Mike brings me over small leather suitcase.

"Well, shall we? I don't even know your name. Should we just keep it discreet? At least when my partner asks me who just fucked me I can honestly say I don't know."

 

[Stella_Omega]

How could anyone not like men?
I look this newcomer up and down. This is no angel- a trim, sexy, devil is grinning at me, his chrome chain suspenders glittering over his black tee, He doesn't look like a bottom, either- you know, there's that look in the eye. But he looks like fun.
"No names? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, mister "X"
I extend my hand to shake his.

 

[a.j.angel]

Walking into the bar, ive never even been here before.

I look over to the counter, i hear the name Mike. Must be the name of the bartender and i see an interesting looking female, sexy as hell, strap on ready!

Well, i wonder what she's all about...she's well built, toned body, tight ass!

I wonder for a minute if im dressed okay..form fitting black leather pants, white muscle shirt..classic wife beater style, black leather jacket, my hair tied back, diamond studd earings in both my ears and one in my nose, barbell in my tongue!

I'll do, i think and slide over to the sexy bull dyke, tapping her shoulder.
As she turns "my names A.j, and you are?"

 

[Stella_Omega]

My my, how things can change in an instant!
This sexy, blond chick is smiling at me, looking just a little like Meg Ryan. Iput my hand on my shoulder, holding her hand there, you'd better believe it.
"Hello A.J, I'm Stella" I give her my best drawl. "Can I buy you a drink?"

 

[a.j.angel]

The sexy dyke with the great body holds my hand to her shoulder, asking me if i would like a drink...

"Why, i would just love it if you would by me a drink, i'll have a G/T, with a lime slice please."

"Its a pleasure to meet you Stella."

I can feel the warmth that begins to creep along my stomach and becomes more intense as Stella maintains her grasp on my hand, the feeling spreading beginning to tug at my centre, a slight dampness setting in...

She hands me my drink and i smile at her.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I have a feeling my unnamed sling partner's going to be gone for longer than he said. Hanging on to the young lady's hand, I thread my way to the open door that gives onto the alleyway.
A.J. comes along, right behind me, as we step out into the warmth of a mid summer night. Crickets. The big ash tree in the graveyard across the way, rustles its leaves at us, friendly-like. the night smells like it might rain sometime soon. I take a deep breath of fresh air. Then A.J. presses up against my back, and my nose is full of her scent- a clean, sporty perfume, and her pussy.
She rolls her icy glass against my breasats, making me shudder.

 

[a.j.angel]

AJ follows the sexy stranger out into the alley, pressing her hard body against Stella's back, letting her icy glass roll against Stella's breasts, feeling her body shudder in response to the body pressure and the cold, AJ's free hand working under Stella's shirt, rolling her erect nipples.

The evening is hot, with a wind that only adds to the heat, the warm air soon enveloping the two strangers, thier bodies becoming slick with the combination of heat and intense unexpected arousal..

 

[Stella_Omega]

I turn back to my new companion, and gather her in for a kiss. Her mouth tastes like gin, and salt, and a little smoke. She teases my tongue into her mouth, sliding her hands around my back, and then- pulls my ass against her hips. Lovely! I watch her eyelids fall as she grinds against my package, my black silicone daddy that's tucked inside my jeans.
I pull my mouth away from hers, bring it down onto her nipples through the thin white cotton, a little bit makes her buck and moan.

 

[a.j.angel]

The kiss she gives is full and passionate and i capture her tongue with mine, sucking on it, my need to bring her body tight against my own is overwhelming, her 'package' fitting into just the right place, i grind against her feeling that low ache, needing more of her, needing her inside me...

She lowers her head, biting on my nipples, teasing me, knowing i want more.
My body bucks against hers, she holds my weight easily,our bodies ease to the ground, she pulls me over and on top of her, my mouth once again slides over Stella's mouth, my tongue exploring

 

[Stella_Omega]

The ground? Fuck that!
This alleyway is redolent of men's bodies, motorcycle grease, and just a hint of piss. I'm not getting on that concrete!

I steer my eager girl over to the wall, sliding her up against the still-warm bricks. Her mouth is all over me, nipping at my neck- makes me flinch, that- while I slide her leather skirt up her hips.

It's a pretty thong, but it's in the way. A.J. doesn't seem inclined to help me get it off, by, for instance, sliding her legs closed again. I fish my knife out of my pocket.

"Okay if I cut the elastic, darling?"

 

[a.j.angel]

Instead of the ground i find myself backed up against the brick wall housing the bar we have recently escaped, i can feel the steady base beat of the music inside, the vibration making me pound with a heated oalmost animalistic desire.

Stella's hands have my skirt up and around my hips, her package so close now i can feel it, wanting more than ever to engulph her within me.
I close my legs to steady the ache that is mounting painfully, trying to dull the torment.

I hear and feel a sexy whisper against my ear,
"Okay if i cut the elastic, darling?"

The elastic, the elastic, i groan in frusteration,
"Cut off the entire thong if you like"

 

[Stella_Omega]

One snick at her hip, hardly noticable, and the thong drops away, I can feel her pussy spitting heat at my hand. I run my thumb between her already-swollen lips, catching the wetness within. A.J. moans, a little sound nearly lost in the bass pulse of the bar, and strains forward to kiss me again, her hands getting in my way- fumbling with my fly, pulling my jeans open.

It's not the same as a man- A.J. has had experience evidently, because she knows how to lift the silicone dildo up my thigh, and out the apurture. A tug- my job- at the back harness strap seats it in place, settling it over my pubic bone.

She grabs for it, knowingly pressing it against my clit;

"Like that, butch?"

"Damn, yeah" I groan and thrust forwards. "Wrap it for me, okay?" I feel her fingers fishing in my jacket pocket.

 

[a.j.angel]

Grasping at the object i want, no need to feel, i position it aginst her clit, relishing in the groan that it illicits from Stella...

The dance is fast and frenzied for us both, our impatience urging the other forward.

"Wrap it for me, okay?"

With fumbling fingers i reach for her pocket, searching for the small, square package.

Removing it and tearing it open with my teeth, i drop my hands again and slide it over the black silicone cock, my mouth finding Stella'a soft neck, licking, tasting , biting...

 

[Stella_Omega]

"Goddamn" the soft curse is forced from my throat by her nipping teeth, her hands on the small of my back now, pulling me in.
I pull her hips away from the wall- the scrape of her jacket against the brick as she slides down- and position my cock against her hot little pussy. BUt, I swear, I never get the chance to tease her even a little- she simply drags me forward, her cuntlips engulfing my cock.
One leg climbs up over my ass, and I fight to free my neck from her mouth- I really want to see her face... As I start pumping.

 

[a.j.angel]

Sliding onto the hard silicone dick, my leg wrapped around her hip, hooked onto her ass, my mouth still biting at the sexy Butch's neck, i feel her pry herself away from me, looking into my eyes, almost consuming me.
"Sweet Jesus, fuck me baby!", i groan as she begins to pump, her thrusts getting deeper, filling my pussy, blowing my mind.
"oh fuck.."