The road was clear most of the way back to Chicago. Taryn debated stopping at Trudi's bar and unwinding a little before going home. What the hell, she told herself, turning the car down the street to Larry's Place. She parked in the pay lot next to the bar. After checking to make certain the car alarm was set, she strode across the parking lot.
Larry's Place was hopping. People were lined up at the bar waiting to get drinks. She spotted a couple of familiar faces, but she was not in the mood for company. Acknowledging the women with a smile, she moved on. Not wanting any baby dykes hanging on her arm and drooling over her, she searched for an unobtrusive place to sit.
"Hey, Taryn. How's it going," sounded a familiar voice.
Taryn surveyed nearby tables trying to see who was speaking to her. Suddenly she felt a strong hand slap her across the buttocks, then squeeze her ass cheeks. She gasped. The hands were groping her in a much too intimate manner. When she tried to turn around and see who was behind her, a pair of hands held her firmly in place.
"Now, now," the woman told her. "Settle down, sweet cheeks. It's been a while since I've seen you. Couldn't help myself, sampling the goods." She chuckled and turned Taryn around where she could see her.
"Debbie! I can't believe it's you," Taryn exclaimed. "Where have you been the last three years?"
Debbie Gaylen was Taryn's coming out coach. At a time when Taryn could not distinguish a butch from a femme or a twinkie from a bulldyke, Debbie taught her well. She kissed Taryn on both cheeks, her arm sneaking around her waist and brushing against her nipple.
"Too far away from you. That's for certain," Debbie replied. "Care to join me for a drink?"
"Sure," Taryn said. "Do you have a table?"
"Follow me."
Taryn watched her long-legged friend strut to a table near the dance floor. She wore the requisite black leather pants, a set of gold cufflinks peeking out of her right back pocket and an open leather vest that flapped open as she walked, leaving little to the imagination.
When she turned to see if Taryn was following her, Taryn had a sudden vision of herself kneeling on her hands and knees in front of Debbie. She was waiting, her mouth open, to receive those soft, full nipples that were now teasing her from behind the vest. There was a time when Taryn literally licked Debbie's boots in order to have the privilege of tasting those wonderful breasts. Needless to say, by the time she sat down, Taryn's panties were wet.
Debbie smiled across the table as if reading her thoughts. She sipped a club soda, twirling the lemon slice in the bubbly liquid while looking Taryn over. "You look like you need a fix," she said.
Taryn smiled and gazed into the candle burning in the center of the table. She knew the fix Debbie was referring to and, intoxicating though it might be, it was not drugs. When Taryn left three years ago, Debbie warned her that she was making a mistake. Taryn was determined to prove her wrong. "Still convinced I need a well-hung dyke like you to keep me happy?" she asked.
Debbie grinned and pushed her biker's cap down over her eyes.
"Taryn, Taryn, admit it now. Don't you miss me?" Her vest swung open allowing Taryn a side view of her left breast. She had a cocky and arrogant look on her face.
Taryn wanted to ignore her flirtations, but she could not help but look at what Debbie was offering. Her eyes filled with longing, remembering the way Debbie's nipples would get hard and stiff when she was excited. A familiar ache and longing surfaced and tears for something long past threatened to fall. Taryn's eyes became puffy and swollen as she struggled to hold her sadness in check. She was torn between pride for herself and desire for the woman sitting across the table from her. Why did she have to run into her tonight of all nights?
Taryn looked away, then shrugged. "I miss you, Debbie," she said.
"But I do not miss the lifestyle you offered me." Her eyes defiant, Taryn turned back and stared at the woman who'd taught her first hand how it felt to surrender herself totally to another's control.
Debbie leaned forward and gazed into Taryn's eyes. She sipped the club soda through a straw, her tongue caressing it. Her gaze never faltering, she puzzled over Taryn's response.
Taryn felt mesmerized, her eyes fastened on Debbie's tongue stroking the straw as if it were her lover. Taryn remembered that tongue moving over her mouth, her breasts, and her clit, the way it stroked her and teased her, drove her to her knees begging Debbie to take her.
"Taryn."
Debbie's voice brought Taryn back to reality, to the bar where she'd taken more virgins than she could count. Larry's Place was her kingdom, available when she wanted to stake a claim. Tonight she wanted to be claimed. It was a disconcerting thought. "I'm sorry,"
she said, her face flushing with embarrassment. "You've caught me at one of those times when I've a lot on my mind and not much of it worth sharing." She looked wistfully at the woman sitting across the table from her. "Maybe I need a vacation," she said in a voice so low it was barely audible.
Debbie leaned over and took Taryn's hand in hers. "Come to Veronica's with me – a place where we can talk in privacy and you don't have to worry about someone seeing you or hearing you," she said. "Spend some time with me." Debbie took a deep breath, waiting for Taryn to say something. "Come," she whispered, "let me take you away from all this responsibility for a while." She looked around the bar, which she knew was now Taryn's home territory.
Taryn was trembling. She felt so lost and alone, wanting desperately for someone else to be accountable for her life, to make the decisions in areas where she now faltered. Debbie's eyes looked so trusting, Taryn found her determination faltering in the face of such power. "I'll go," she whispered, "if you promise me one thing."
"What?"
"You know you're one of my weaknesses. Promise me you won't take advantage of it, Debbie." She watched Debbie very closely. "I can't go back to the way things used to be. Not even if I wanted to,"
she added. Her voice was raspy with emotion.
Debbie felt the familiar throbbing. Her breasts, her pussy and other intimate parts of her body longed to have Taryn at her command.
Although Taryn didn't realize it, she was one of Debbie's weaknesses.
"I promise," she told her. She stood and offered Taryn her hand.
Their eyes locked, brimming with a desire so strong that neither woman felt confident she could contain it.
"Let's go," Taryn whispered. She waited while Debbie placed money on the table. After she walked past, Taryn paused as if reconsidering, then followed her out into the cold night air. Chicago had transformed itself into that dark world, the underworld where societal conventions did not have a place. Taryn wondered about the changes, knowing that life would resume its normal pace when the sun rose the next morning. And she, like the world around her, would return to the life she knew. Unless, that is, the dark hunger raging inside of her took rein. She got in her car and followed Debbie to their destination.
Veronica's was located in a very unassuming place in Chicago proper. Debbie slid her security card through the slot outside the entrance. The door opened and they entered a lobby. Debbie placed her hand on a scanner to confirm that she was a member in good standing.
Taryn followed her former lover into the center room. There were tables and chairs scattered about, much like an oversized family room.
The lighting was very subdued, creating a soft, warm ambience that would be very misleading for anyone not familiar with the actual events that took place there each night. Debbie led Taryn to a sitting area near the fireplace.
"Looks like the place has been remodeled since I was here," Taryn commented.
"Yes, I suppose it has. I forgot how long you've been away." A hostess stopped at their table, offering them something to drink from the mini bar on wheels. "Two club sodas with a twist of lemon,"
Debbie told her.
Taryn laughed. "I see some things haven't changed. You're still afraid you'll make a fool of yourself if you imbibe?" she asked.
Debbie frowned. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" she asked, shaking her head as she dolefully recalled the one time she'd been drunk in Taryn's presence. "I've never forgiven Carrie for that, you know," she said.
Taryn laughed, remembering how excited Debbie was when they gave her a surprise party for her thirtieth birthday. A man from one of the local clubs dressed up like a female stripper and popped out of a box when she opened it. After letting her drool over him for a while, he pressed her hand against his groin. "You should have seen your face when you realized you were touching a real life penis!" Taryn exclaimed.
Debbie laughed in spite of her embarrassment. She leaned over the table and whispered, "And I paid you back for that little prank, didn't I! Gave you a little token of my appreciation that night in bed. About ten inches long, three inches around and never flaccid. I swear you were hobbling for two days after that." Debbie chuckled and took another sip of her club soda.
It was Taryn's turn to be embarrassed. Without thinking, she retorted, "That's more than I can say for your clit."
Debbie shot up from her chair, startling Taryn. She knew she'd forgotten a very important rule when Debbie barked, "Get up!" No one could tease Debbie Gaylen about her sexual prowess. Taryn frowned, her heart pounding against her chest. Seeing Debbie this angry made her giddy with fear and, although she hated to admit it, excitement. She cast her eyes down, a resolute look on her face. "Get a life," she said, dismissing Debbie as though she was a nuisance.
"I would have thought you'd learned by now, Taryn" Debbie hissed.
She seized Taryn's hands and pulled her from the chair. In one swift move, she twisted her arms behind her back and shoved her face down on the table.
Taryn winced, her cheek stinging from the sudden impact against the wooden surface. Pain shot through her arms. Taryn knew it was intentional and she cursed herself for the way it made her feel. God, she wanted this woman to take her! Just once more, begged the little voice inside of her head. She grimaced, anger flashing in her eyes and blinding her vision. Was she willing to pay the consequence, to accept Debbie's terms for satiating the need that raged and roared inside of her?
Overcome by her own need, Debbie had no intention of allowing Taryn to make that choice. She spread her legs apart and shifted her body so that her cunt was pressed against the table's edge.
A malicious smile on her face, she reached underneath Taryn and unbuckled her belt. Not caring if she tore the belt loops, she grasped the buckle and pulled it free.
Knowing this might be the only chance she'd get, Taryn tried to out maneuver Debbie while she worked to free the belt. She steeled her body, waiting until the moment was right. When she felt Debbie's arms relax a little, she pushed as hard as she could, trying to flip the other woman over.
Debbie laughed, jerking her arms painfully tight against her shoulder blades. "You can't be serious now, can you?" she scoffed.
"Surely you can do better than that." Debbie knew, better than anyone, all the right places to prod and make Taryn furious. Moving with the ease of a sailor, she circled the belt around Taryn's wrists and knotted it. It was exceedingly tight. She jerked it once more to tighten the cinch and stepped away from the table.
"This has gone far enough, Debbie. Let me go!" Taryn growled.
Debbie laughed and placed her booted foot square on Taryn's ass.
She bent down and withdrew a knife from the leather cuff. The light struck the knife's shiny surface. It gleamed, producing a very sinister appearance. A few of the women seated nearby were watching, curious but not finding anything of particular interest just yet.
The same could not be said for Taryn. She drew a sharp breath when she heard the sound of metal brushing against leather. She knew Debbie carried a knife and she'd been prey to it before. What was she planning to do? Seconds seemed like hours as Taryn waited for Debbie's next move.
The knife felt good in Debbie's hand. She liked the power it gave her – a power she sometimes brandished and at other times willingly used. Tonight she planned to use it. Placing the tip of the knife inside the waistband of Taryn's jeans, she slowly and meticulously cut a square in the seat of her pants. She took special care to avoid nicking her with the sharp edge. Her breath quickened as she prepared to remove the square of material. Slowly, she pulled it away and dropped it to the floor. "Umm," she murmured upon seeing what lay underneath Taryn's pants. She wore a leather g-string, exposing her very nicely for Debbie's purposes. Now that the action seemed to be picking up, a few curious observers gathered nearby. Confident that her captive wasn't going anywhere, Debbie strutted around the table.
She gazed at the other women who were watching her and admiring her body. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "The show's about to begin, girlfriends," she said. Sexual politics between women was an arena where she performed quite well.
Taryn felt her face become hot and flushed as she watched Debbie strutting in front of her. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, a futile but necessary show of resistance. She knew people were gathering around her, viewing her. She knew it by the telltale whisk of air across her bare bottom, women strutting past and staring at her, wondering if they'd get a shot at amusing themselves with her.
Debbie allowed a few moments to pass, then reached into a leather sling secured to her belt. It was very long and slender, hardly noticeable if one wasn't looking for it. The object she sought was a riding crop made of fine, smooth leather. The grip was sculpted to fit the human hand and it was adorned with suede strips about ten inches long.
Taryn kept silent, trying to find that place in her mind where nothing seemed real. She thought about Kimberly, how much she wanted her. Her groin tightened as she thought about her lush body and remembered scenes from the video that Pat had taped of her with Mark. What she wouldn't give to have Kimberly wrap those gorgeous lips around her clit and suck her the way she had sucked Mark! And those gorgeous ripe tits; it made her wet just thinking about one of those in her mouth. She started to weave a fantasy, making love to Kimberly for the first time. Whack! The riding crop cracked against the table, missing her face by a bare two inches. She drew a breath and resumed her fantasy.
Debbie knew what Taryn was trying to do because she'd tried it with her before. "Forget it!" she growled. Leaning down in Taryn's face, she hissed, "You're with me right now. Got that?"
Taryn nodded, Debbie's wrath causing her to flinch and pull away.
She watched as Debbie stood and walked behind her. She envisioned the other women, knowing by now most of them were probably lined up around the table. Moments like this were considered very exquisite; this one even more so because it was Taryn's second time being taken down.
Debbie loved the suspense and tension that surrounded her, the object of her desire humbled before her peers, many of whom would give anything to take Debbie's place. She waited until the moment was pregnant with anticipation, Taryn's bare cheeks trembling with fear and anticipation. Suddenly she snapped the whip, the sound sharp and harsh against the silence. She laughed at Taryn, her fists clenched so tightly the knuckles were white. "What's the matter, Taryn?" she whispered as she strode around the table.
Taryn held her breath. She felt timid and unsure of herself as she lay there waiting, wondering what would happen next and why she'd even allowed it to go this far. She could only hope that after tonight, she would never, ever want to come here again. It was a noble thought, but the voice inside her head told her differently. Taryn felt as though she was caught in a time warp, spinning irretrievably out of control. The room was growing dimmer, scenes past and present colliding in her mind. Each fought for control of her destiny, struggling to lay claim to some piece of her conscience. She heard the voices and footsteps around her, but paid little attention to either.
Debbie wondered at the calm that was settling over Taryn. Where was she right now? Debbie also was recalling moments from the past
– time she spent with Taryn, teaching her to be submissive to other women's needs. All had gone well for a while. Then, before Debbie realized what was happening, Taryn changed and began drifting away.
She became curious, observing other women and wondering what it would be like to switch roles. Now, three years later, Debbie suspected she was wondering again. This time she planned to play it to her advantage. She cracked the whip again, savoring the crisp sharp sound as it cut through the air over Taryn's bare ass.
The women grew restless. They'd had enough of the teasing. Now they wanted something to happen. Debbie seemed unusually reticent.
Someone decided she needed a little jolt to get her moving. "Hey, Debbie," the woman called out. "You getting soft on us?" The other women chuckled.
Debbie's face flushed with embarrassment. Her expression became stern and rigid as she tried to recover her self-control. Debbie Gaylen was untouchable and every woman there should know that by now.
She glanced about the room, her eyes daring any one of them to step forward and challenge her. The seconds ticked passed and no one dared move.
Satisfied that the awkward moment was past, Debbie flexed her muscles, allowing the women to admire her fine physique. Although she pretended to ignore Taryn, she was busy planning her next move.
She lit a cigarette, puffing just enough to start it burning. The tip glowed as she drew the smoke deeply inside her mouth. There was an air of cockiness about her as she positioned herself over Taryn. The women watched breathlessly as Debbie pressed the hot tip of the cigarette against Taryn's bare ass.
Although she'd held the cigarette against her for less than a second, Taryn felt its sting burning into her skin. She growled and clenched her fists, trying to stifle the scream that threatened to break. When Debbie walked around the table and stood staring down at her, Taryn snarled and hissed. "You bitch! You think you're going to tame me now, don't you? Well it didn't work the first time and it sure as hell isn't going to work now. Give it up," she hissed. "You mean nothing to me. Nothing!"
Left to her own devices, Debbie knew she would find a way to tame her this time. Taryn had tried the world on her terms. Now she was back, begging Debbie to take control of her life again.
Chuckling, Debbie bent down so she was eye-level with Taryn. "I think it's time you take me for a ride," she whispered. She toyed with the riding crop, slapping it against the palm of her hand.
Taryn could not remove her eyes from Debbie's weapon. Her throat tightened as the fear threatened to overcome her conviction that Debbie Gaylen would never again rein power over her. Not willingly at least. Suddenly, she felt Debbie's hands gripping her behind the neck. She flipped her over on her back and pulled her off the table.
Defiance steaming from every pore, Taryn gasped for breath. She stared straight ahead, refusing to look at Debbie.
Debbie laughed a deep throaty cackle that hinted of the rage that would shortly follow. She looked at the circle of women. "You," she said, pointing to a young butch whose cock was bulging in her pants.
"Ever fuck a woman in the ass with that thing?"
The young dyke smiled and tossed her short dark hair back from her brow. "Yeah, plenty of them," she boasted.
"What's your name?" Debbie asked.
"Joy," she replied. "My name's Joy."
Debbie smiled as Joy sauntered over to stand in front of her. She was eyeing Taryn with a good deal of curiosity, wondering if she was going to get to do the deed. "Joy, take it out and let my girlfriend see it. I want to make certain it will be to her liking."
Joy grinned and unzipped her pants. She peeled the fly back, then reached inside for her toy. Her shirt was unbuttoned to her waist and she wore nothing underneath. The other women whistled and cheered as they watched her. She took her cock in one hand and pressed it against Taryn's stomach. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she pulled her shirt open so Taryn could see what she had to offer up there.
Taryn swallowed, trying hard to control her breathing. It wasn't easy because Joy was one hot babe. She wouldn't mind going down on her at all if she could take Debbie out of the picture. Taryn threw her shoulders back and looked Debbie in the eye. "My, my, you just keep getting them younger and younger. What's the matter, Deb?
Can't keep it up?"
Debbie smirked and jerked her arms up enough to make her cry out.
"I was going to go easy on you, Taryn. Figured Joy could stretch you out a little before I take my turn with you. Guess I'll be changing that little scenario." She motioned for Joy to leave. "Hang around though, Joy. When I finish with her she's open game."
Taryn was seething, but Debbie's cockiness was working to her advantage. Taking her totally unaware, Taryn lifted her foot and slammed it as hard as she could into Debbie's cunt. She hoped she made her mark but didn't plan to wait around and see. Her adrenaline was pumping and she had her eyes set straight ahead. Anyone or anything that got in her way went down. Taryn was out the front door and the alarm was screaming behind her within seconds of her escape.
She raced through the snow, trying to remember where she'd left her car. Her bare ass was freezing in the cold but that was the least of her worries. She spotted her car down the street. Her hands searching her pockets for the keys, she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the cold metal. Clutching the ignition key tightly in her fist, she ran to her car. The motor purred to life and it sounded like music to her ears.
Taryn had something she needed to do. And it needed to be done immediately. She sped blindly into the oncoming traffic.