Disclaimer: these characters are the property and copy write of the author.
Sexual Content/Violence/Language: This is alternative fiction involving a romantic/sexual relationship between two women. It is intended for mature audiences (and by that I mean over 18).
Attention: This is the sequel to M.I.C.K.E.Y. and will make absolutely no sense unless you have read that first. It was written at the request of everyone who asked for a sequel, (so now we know who to blame).
I do sail but have tried to generalise the terminology enough for even the most determined land-lubbers among you. However I have not sailed in the Caribbean so please do not come round and smack me on the head with a rolled up nautical chart saying ‘What sandbar, what atoll, what reef?’ This is a work of fiction and I am a liar.
Lastly this is for Lisa, Rae and Georgi, my ‘beat her’ readers who make me do it again and again ‘til I get it right. Thank you my friends. x
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Part One:
Rolling happily at anchor in the small secluded cove the 38foot Sloop Green Eyed Monster sat abandoned while her master explored the underwater seascape. Idle waves caressed her bow as dappled light reflected off the water translucently marbling the white hull. A warm breeze tickled the furled canvas strapped to the boom. Loose halyards slapped against the oak mast in an abstract rhythm as the lazy Caribbean sun shone down on a typical weekday morning for Michaela Rapowski. Although she was no longer Mickey, down her in the Caribbean, in her new life she was now Abbott McKenzie, hotelier and sailor.
At this moment she was several hundred metres away from her vessel, further than originally intended but couldn’t resist following a small darting shoal of French Grunts along the coral head. Bedazzled by Queen Angelfish and shy Blue Chromis she was happy to follow their lead, besides after the last few weeks she knew this small bay like the back of her hand. Between now and mid morning it belonged to her and her alone, except for the local fishermen who puttered by in their small smacks to drag a net or haul a pot. Tourists, even the early risers wouldn’t get here by car or scooter for another few hours. It had become her daily custom to dive or swim in the tiny cove in the early morning before returning to her new business venture and checking on how Rudy, her new manager was running the small resort.
Idly watching the Bar Jacks slip in and out of the underwater tumbleweed she distractedly listened to the muffled engine of just one such small craft as it scuttled across the bay, paused over its business and chugged off again.
Green Eyed Monster had become a regular sight for this small sea bound community as Mickey whiled away her days sailing and getting better acquainted with the little lady she hoped to spend the next few years of her life with. After Rudy proved a trustworthy manager her plan was to get the resort up and running with minimum input from its owner and disappear for a few years just bumming around the Caribbean and East Coast of the Americas on her favourite 38foot lady.
A quick glance at her watch indicated her ABT, or actual bottom time was closing, turning she headed back unhurriedly, relaxed and happy at starting another day on this beautiful island. Gently surfacing by the stern ladder she shucked her cylinder and fins onto the broad bottom rung. Hoisting her herself up first and hauling her kit behind her she was soon safely onboard. She had discarded her mask and regulator before she noticed the set of wet footprints across the teak deck. Frowning at a foot size not her own she cautiously monitored them as they crossed to the deck hatch and disappeared below. She remembered the small boat engine she’d heard that had come and gone earlier, could someone have taken advantage of her absence to burgle the boat? That would have been unheard of in the local boating community, but still the damp patches on the deck before her told their own story. It had to be the electronic equipment that attracted a thief; there was nothing else of value aboard.
Steeling herself for a bunch of ripped out and severed cables Mickey headed towards the cabin hoping the vandalism wouldn’t be too great.
Ducking slightly to enter and descend the steps she slowly approached her navigation table, all the equipment looked intact? What was going on here? What did the intruder want? She carried no money or guns onboard and why weren’t there any footprints leaving the cabin?
Her eyes widened in the fraction of a second it took for the answer to sink in; and in that same second a sharp blow to the back of the head sent her spinning down into the depths of oblivion.
*****
The low thrum of the Perkins diesel and the soft roll of the hull woke her up into a world of pain. Groaning she tenderly touched her head, apart from a bump the skin hadn’t been broken but it ached like hell. Stumbling off the berth she lay sprawled on the first thing she did was fumble for the First Aid box and swallow a couple of strong painkillers.
Standing motionless she trained her ears to pick up any clues as to who had knocked her out and apparently stolen her boat. A quick sweep through the under decks assured her there was no-one lurking down here with her. She could hear no foot steps above either but someone was in control of the vessel, the running engine told her she hadn’t just been set adrift. But what had her assailant been after? The electronics were still intact in fact on closer inspection they had all been carefully disabled. If she had the right tools she could have easily reconnected to the outside world and called for help, but of course the right tools were in a locker in the cockpit. Someone obviously knew what they were doing.
Finally moving toward the latched mahogany doors a gentle push confirmed they were locked from the outside. Putting her eye to the vent grill she could just make out a pair of dusky bare feet placed boldly either side of the ships wheel. From the size she guessed that they belonged to a woman and belonged to the footprints she had found earlier. She also guessed this was her lone assailant, Mickey felt it was safe to assume this woman was the woman who had knocked her out and taken the yacht all alone. But why?
*****
“Can you see anything? What if we’ve lost her? What if she’s running from us? That’s not her usual course, why do you think she’s heading North today? Should we follow?”
“No I can’t see anything, but I can hear something.”
“Oh? What?”
“You!” Victoria Gresham snapped, lowering the binoculars, “Will you stop yammering in my ear for one second so I can focus!”
Ginette sniffed indignantly from behind the wheel of the hired power boat.
“So, you can’t multi task? Can’t look and listen! Good job you’re only tracking the woman who stole your illicit millions; heaven forbid you were trying to cross a road!”
“Got her! Two clicks North.” Victoria was peering through the lens again.
“Two clicks! We’re in the Caribbean not Nam, what the hell does two clicks mean!”
Without breaking her link with the binoculars Victoria pointed exasperatedly in the direction she wanted the boat to steer. Spinning the wheel viciously Ginette hid a smirk as her companion lost balance and thumped inelegantly down onto the seat beside her as their small power boat bounced over the waves intent on following the sleek yacht at a discreet distance.
*****
The feet had moved and no matter how frantically she swivelled her eye she couldn’t see where the hijacker had gone due to her limited field of vision through the vent aperture. All she could see was a few yards of deck at eye level and then the blue Caribbean sky over the transom. They had been motoring for hours well into the early afternoon and in between bouts of trying to spy and sitting morosely Mickey was beginning to fume. Her shouts had been ignored whether she chose to threaten or bribe and she still had no idea why any of this was happening. Was it piracy, stealing her ship or was it she herself that was the target?
Now the vessel had slowed to a dead stop and the anchor winch rattled out a length of chain. It seemed they had reached some sort of destination. Now maybe her questions would be answered. Face pressed against the warm wood of the door, a big blue eye peeped through the small vent looking for clues.
“Boo!” Suddenly a dark brown eye glared back at her through the tiny opening. Shocked and alarmed she whipped back. Then she heard the deep throaty chuckles,
“Gotcha. I’m coming below now, so stand well back. I’m armed and if you so much as twitch I’ll shoot you in the gut without even blinking…got it?”
The latch clicked and Mickey cautiously backed off as the small mahogany doors opened allowing sunlight to stream into the dark wooden interior. The bulky Glock 33 glinted an evil dull blue as it waved her even further into the recesses of the main cabin.
“That’s right, hands on your head where I can see them.” The owner of the semi automatic slowly descended the wooden treads into the cabin.
“Turn around and place your arms behind your back.” She darted quickly forward as Mickey complied and with a double click fastened the wrists together with a set of cuffs. Mickey was then spun around and pushed down onto a bench seat.
“Who the hell are you and what…hnghf…” a bandanna was pulled out of a pocket and gagged her before she completed her angry questioning.
Her assailant stood back with a cocky grin, her grip on the Glock relaxed letting it hang from her neck on a lanyard. She folded her arms across her chest a gleaming smile flashing across a handsome dark face framed by copious amounts of glossy black dreads.
“I’m Bar Jack and I’ll be you hostess for the day. Now if you’ll excuse me I see we have company. A small powerboat has been clumsily trailing us all morning so I guess I better go and make them welcome.” The dark woman turned to leave satisfied her guest would not be a nuisance while she dealt with this new threat. As she disappeared above she called nonchalantly over her shoulder,
“Nice to meet you Ms Gresham, welcome aboard.”
*****
Part Two:
All morning they had attempted to look like a couple of sun-seeking tourists zooming about in their power boat just on the periphery of the yachts heading. The movements of the white sloop had made no sense, weaving at first in a Northerly direction then veering off to the west into a small archipelago of coal reefs and tidal atolls. Certainly not the typical morning routine for as far as Victoria’s privately garnered information was concerned. She had paid for a concise account of Mickey’s movements over the past weeks in order to be as prepared as possible on her arrival. Ginette had been as meticulous as ever in finding the right snitch to follow their quarry and report back vital information.
“Have we got the right boat? That’s not her at the wheel. In fact I haven’t seen her on board at all.” Ginette stood and peered through the binoculars as Victoria came to a halt behind a small rock outcrop that hopefully hid them from the now anchored vessel.
“Let me see.” She sounded concerned as she swapped places, she had been pondering for the past few hours over the strangeness of Mickey Rapowski’s navigation. There was no possible way for the woman to know she was on her trail nevermind on the same island and definitely not that Victoria was actually sitting here on a small boat spying on her through binoculars. Oh yes…she’d been all over Mickey Rapowski for weeks waiting for this very moment, the last thing she needed was to be following the wrong yacht!
“No, that’s her boat alright. We even saw her climb aboard just as we entered the cove. But I didn’t know she had company.” Victoria was discomfited with this new information.
“Maybe it’s her girlfriend?” Ginette queried with mock sincerity.
“Rudy said she didn’t have one.”
“Maybe she’s having a secret affair.” Ginette persisted, “And this is where they go for some afternoon delight.”
“No, it’s not her girlfriend, she doesn’t have one.”
“Maybe they’re down below right now fuc…”
“It’s not her girlfriend!” Victoria bellowed loud enough to startle nearby seabirds into the air in alarm.
Ginette innocently reached under her seat and produced the flare gun,
“Here, why don’t you make it a little more obvious to half the Caribbean Sea that we’re sat behind this rock?” She smiled sweetly as Victoria glowered at her and stomped back to the passenger seat.
Ginette looked speculatively at her, enjoying her baiting game. It was obvious to her that her ex was a little smitten with her thief, she was just unsure as to how honest Victoria was being with herself about it.
“So what now Capt’n? Do we swim over there knives clenched between our teeth and slip on board...arr?”
Victoria whipped round to stare at her with widening eyes.
“What?” Ginette returned the stare puzzled, then
“Oh no. No way! Absofuckinglutely not!”
*****
Thirty five minutes later Victoria really did appreciate the distortion of distance at sea, she felt as if she’s been swimming for a million years! Granted she was a strong swimmer, and a sailing holiday in the warm waters of the Caribbean or Pacific Coast was not an unknown vacation choice for her, still she felt trepidation at softly drawing alongside the silent hull. Treading water, one hand on the boarding ladder she listened for any clue for what was going on onboard.
Her first instinct earlier this morning had been go back to the harbour and await the return of Mickey Rapowski and confront her there, but the unusual activity of the boat had alarmed her that the woman might be fleeing and her immediate reaction was to follow. Now, after seeing the stranger on board and no sign of the erstwhile thief she instinctively felt something was amiss, but what? And asides from getting her money back why should she care?
“Well if it isn’t the little mermaid.”
She jerked her head up and found herself looking along the barrel of the butchest gun she had ever been on the wrong end of, into coal black eyes.
“What say we get those little webbed feet up on deck?” the mellow voice continued the gun motioning her intent. Reluctantly Victoria hoisted herself out of the water.
Slowly she mounted the boarding ladder and emerged on deck under the watchful and appreciative eyes of the lone gun woman. She was suddenly self conscious of the emerald bikini she wore. It now seemed like an extremely stupid idea to swim stealthily out to the yacht in the hope of gleaning some understanding of what was going on. What was going on was the last thing she needed to know about, obviously more people than just her had beef with Mickey.
Hot dark eyes roamed appreciatively over her body, raising a slight blush to her cheeks.
“Here.” Despite the cavalier attitude a T shirt was tossed to her and she gratefully drew it over her head. “So perhaps you can tell me why you’ve been following me all morning? And now are trying to sneak up on me?” The gun still remained steadily levelled at her.
“Actually I’m not following you...I’m following the owner of this boat. I have business with her not you. But finders keepers…so…”
The dark woman laughed, “I can imagine. But unfortunately there is a queue so you will have to wait your turn with Ms Gresham.”
Turning her head she nodded to the shadowy doorway to the cabin below,
“After you friend.”
The momentary glance away was all the cover Victoria needed to hide her shock...Ms Gresham? This woman thought she had Ms Gresham down below? What the hell was going on?
Doing as indicated by the Glocks muzzle she climbed down into the cool recesses of the cabin to meet a pair startled blue eyes. Her heart lurched unexpectedly. She had forgotten the intensity of that blue even though every time she looked at a million shades of sky she thought of her. Now, here in the flesh her whole body betrayed her with the shudder of emotion that swept her from top to toe. Her face, forever passive gave away nothing of the fierce undertow consuming her, her pupils dilated but that could have been because of the under deck shadows. The tips of her ears tinged pink but that could have been the beginning of sunburn. Her lips parted as she sucked air into suddenly breathless lungs but that could have been because she was in love.
Blue eyes flickered over her, surprised, confused, picking up every hint from Victoria’s body. Unerringly she read the subtleties; she recognised the sea green haze, the flush, the breathlessness. Behind the gag, her own thumping heart and errant breathing almost suffocated her. The cabin was suddenly claustrophobic, so totally crammed with the presence of this small woman there was no room for air. She drank everything in, her every move, nuance, scent. Every one of Mickey’s senses jolted and hummed with vibrant awareness. But why was Victoria here? Had she arranged this kidnapping?
With her poker face firmly in place Victoria ignored the captive and turned towards the armed woman,
“Yup, that’s Victoria Gresham alright. Tell me what you want with her?”
*****
Ginette Felstrom peered through the lenses until she felt her eyes would bug out permanently. Much to her consternation she witnessed Victoria being ordered aboard by the sexy black woman with the decidedly un-sexy gun. Shit! She knew it had been a whacko idea but would Victoria listen…no, never…and now it was all dumped on her to be a rescuer or hero or something totally alien to her.
So what were the options…run for help? But in what direction? Ginette looked around the vast expanse of liquid blue; she could so easily end up in Mexico if she took the wrong turn. Okay so she had a chart and a compass but she could never do that ‘distance times speed times whatever’ formula that Victoria did to tell if there was enough fuel to go anywhere at all, and she certainly didn’t want to run out of fuel out here.
So she could radio for help...Mayday Mayday, my ex girlfriend the tax evader has just been abducted by a pirate on the hijacked boat of an American FinCen agent gone bad - please send an honest accountant immediately? Mmm…maybe not.
The powerboat engine was far too noisy to approach the vessel until she knew there’d be a friendly welcome and not gunfire. Perhaps she too should swim out there and do something wonderful and save the day? Looking into the deep topaz waters Ginette shuddered at the hundreds of sharks and giant squid just waiting for her to put so much as a toe in the water.
Nope, best to wait and see what happens next. It was mid afternoon and Victoria had only just climbed aboard, at this very minute the skilled and twisted business woman was doubtless talking herself out of the tight-spot she was in. Stretching out Ginette decided the best course of action she could possibly take was to wait and top up her tan, who said she couldn’t multi-task.
*****
“Let’s start with you telling me who you are.” The dark woman leaned back on the galley counter, tapping her fingers absently on the pistol that once more hung un-menacingly from her neck, her eyes narrowed.
Turning to take in the astounded blue eyes peeking at her over the gag Victoria smirked,
“I’m Michaela Rapowski. I work for FinCen and I’ve been on the trail of this piece of thieving scum for several weeks now.”
Blue eyes flashed and a series of anguished squeaks and muffles filtered through the gag.
Dark eyes processed this information thoughtfully,
“Have you any ID to support this?”
“Well, usually I roll it up cylindrically and shove it up my ass because I’m waterproofed on the inside!” she sarcastically indicated her swimwear, “But today I just plain forgot!”
A warm chuckle greeted her comment followed by a slight hesitation,
“I can easily check you know.”
“My ass or my id.”
A flash of alarmed blue as Mickey’s eyes swung from her abductor to Victoria.
Another chuckle, “I’ve already done one. When I re-connect the radio I’ll do the other.”
Victoria shrugged,
“Be my guest. I’m with the Minneapolis office.” she lied, “But tell me how come you can check it out?”
Dark eyes locked with hers. Blue eyes gazed up worriedly,
“I’m FinCen too. We get a lot of ‘business’ down here in the Caymans. We monitor unusual activity and when Ms Gresham here began to sling vast quantities of dubious funds across the globe we followed it as best we could until the trail melted away in the Caribbean.”
Alarmed blue eyes again swung from the dark woman to her blonde companion.
Victoria stiffened slightly,
“I followed that too. I bet your trail went cold until one Abbot McKenzie suddenly bought a small but viable holiday resort on Cayman Brac. Always worth a little investigation, a cash buy like that.”
Blue eyes widened.
“Most definitely. And a quick check into a little cabin fire in backwoods USA provided the link between Ms Gresham and her new Abbot McKenzie identity.” The dark woman flashed a wolf-like smile.
“And Gresham hasn’t been seen in any of her businesses since then.” Victoria added, “It seemed she’d gone underground. It was always a question of when she’d surface, and scum always floats to the top.”
She gave Mickey a hard, hard stare. Dark brows knit over angry eyes as Mickey glared back with equal animosity.
Looking back to the armed woman, “I’m afraid I don’t now your name.”
A brilliant smile met her words and a warm hand was extended,
“Bar Jack, but call me BJ please.”
They shook warmly, hands clasping before Mickey’s extremely disgruntled face.
“Nice to meet you BJ. Perhaps between us we can us we can bring this two faced, underhand, back-stabbing, no-good bitch to justice.”
BJ frowned a little at the vehemence of the words and the little indignant squeak from her captive that accompanied them. Victoria caught the look and smiled broadly,
“Sorry, I’m very passionate about my work.”
A slight shrug met her words and quickly changing the subject she again smiled brightly,
“So what are the plans for extraditing her? When do you head back to port?”
BJ hesitated slightly,
“I wasted time trying to avoid you today; waiting to see what you were up to out there. And I don’t really know if this vessel is rigged up for safe night running. The anchor light does work, so I’m gonna stay here for tonight and head in early morning”
“Yea, sounds like a plan.”
“So, can I fetch you a drink? That was a long swim.” It sounded as if BJ was just as happy to change the subject too.
*****
Part Three:
Mickey sat stunned as the two went topsides.
“What an absolutely opportunistic, lying little bitch Victoria Gresham was! What the hell did she think she was up too?”
In fact the more Mickey thought about it the angrier she became,
“Little ship’s weevil flouncing around on MY boat wearing that miniscule bikini in front of some ogling, gun-slinging butch pirate! AND they’re lighting MY barbeque...they better not scorch anything...or get grease on the paintwork!”
After several minutes footsteps padded back down into the cabin, Victoria appeared before her and leaned down into her eyes.
“My, it’s like looking into a mirror. Hello there Sparky. It’s taken a little longer than expected for my truffle hounds to sniff you out, and unfortunately it seems FinCen found you first. The fact they think you’re me adds an interesting twist but maybe that’s just desserts for stealing my money!”
Mickey glared back.
“So this is the way I see it. You play along and be me...and I, god help me, will be you. We’ll ditch Taxes R Us,” she indicated BJ humming away over the BBQ up top, “at the first opportunity and you’ll sign over all your ill gotten gains back to me. I have the paperwork already prepared at the hotel. Then you are free to crawl back to whatever stone you were born under.”
Mickey still glared at her.
“Just nod Yes sweetie. Otherwise you can sit here until they figure out who you really are then both our asses will be on the line. Not to mention all my millions you’ve been throwing around like confetti! It’s up to you, but be warned, if you won’t play then I’m jumping ship ASAP and you’re on your own.”
Mickey glared and nodded.
“Atta girl, Victoria.” she smirked and with a quick condescending pat on the dark head moved away to the galley to collect steaks from the small fridge before heading back up top without a backward glance.
Mickey sat and fumed, she was caught in middle of a scorpion sandwich. Her instincts told her BJ was way off target as a supposed FinCen Officer but it might be to her best advantage to play along and see how things worked out. She had no idea what Victoria Gresham’s scheme was but it would be interesting to see how she planned to play Michaela Rapowski, a crooked ex-FinCen agent!
*****
The smell of BBQ awoke Ginette with alarm from her sun induced slumber. Sitting up abruptly she examined her slightly pink legs and sighed with relief, she had dreamt she was literally cooking! She slapped on another thick layer of lotion before glancing across to the Green Eyed Monster, where there seemed to be more activity now. Grabbing the glasses she levelled them at the boat and found the source of the mouth watering aroma that had worked its way into her afternoon snooze. They were having a barbeque...without her!
“Well we’ll soon see about that!” she huffed to herself before firing up the engine, dragging in the grapple hook anchor and guiding the sleek hull out from it’s hiding place. “Margaritas here I come!”
*****
BJ looked up at the approaching vessel,
“Ah, I was wondering when your buddy would make an appearance. See it took the smell of my cooking to winkle her out.”
“Please, I cracked the cap of the Tequila it’s like calling sukie to a pig!”
The black power boat slowed down as it got closer,
“Throw me a line.” BJ called out. Having caught and secured it loosely to the stern cleat she instructed,
“Cut your engines and we’ll raft you up alongside.”
Her strong arm muscles flexed as she easily hauled the smaller craft in and secured it tighter as Victoria dropped fenders between the two hulls. BJ’s movements were efficient and fluid. She obviously knew her way around a sailing boat.
Ginette stood on the coamings of the smaller vessel and stretched a foot up to clamber onto the higher hull. Large dusky hands reached down and scooped under her arms pulling her easily onboard as if she had been a child. Face to face on deck with a gleaming smile and wickedly glinting eyes Ginette felt all bedazzled and breathless.
“Why, thank you,” she crooned in what she hoped was an outrageously flirtatious and sophisticated tone, “My but you’re strong.”
Behind BJ’s back but in full view of her friend Victoria mimed a gag reflex. Ginette ignored her but a small frown did crease her brow as her eyes on a quick greedy scan of the rest of BJ’s body came to rest on the Glock hanging from her neck.
“I like your bling.” She stated dryly all ideas of flirting suddenly quashed. There was obviously a situation going on here, and whereas Victoria seemed relaxed and not under any threat Ginette decided to sit still and see the score before she invested anything more in this interesting stranger.
“Please let me introduce myself, I’m Bar Jack but call me BJ. And you are…?” a warm hand was held out. Victoria stepped forward to Ginette’s side as the women welcomed each other.
“BJ let me introduce you to Ms Ginette Felstrom. Ginette, BJ is another FinCen Officer working out of the Caymans. She’s apprehended Victoria Gresham who is currently down below.” Ginette drank in these details without batting an eyelash.
Turning to BJ Victoria continued, “Ginette is Ms Gresham’s…ex- girlfriend and is ‘helping’ FinCen with its enquiries. Do you want to come and meet Victoria?” the question was levelled at Ginette with a steady all encompassing gaze.
Ginette nodded acquiescence, she had no idea where Victoria was going with this but as in everything with her ex it seemed she was being dragged along for the ride. Curse that cabin fire! She had felt compelled to stand by Victoria until this whole thing was finally resolved, which was only fair considering she’d almost fried her. Also Victoria’s promise to re-coup her full share of her lost savings helped a little too. Nevertheless it would be a long, long time before Ginette played with matches again.
A quick glance up at BJ, God the woman was tall…and cute!
“Can you tell me exactly what happened Officer…BJ?”
“Just BJ will do. We’d been monitoring Ms Gresham’s off-shore finances for some time now. Then recently there was a flurry of activity and we lost her in some rather fancy money laundering. All went quiet and then this sudden purchase of a holiday resort was made by one Abbott McKenzie. We knew of an existing a link between McKenzie and Gresham. She may have somehow been planning to fake her death in a cabin fire and then start up afresh as McKenzie down here with all her tax free money tucked away into legit business and real estate.”
“What a cow!”
Victoria started a little at the vehemence of Ginette’s opinion.
“Victoria always was a bitch.” Ginette continued warming to her theme, tucking her arm into the crook of BJ’s they moved towards the cabin hatch. “She was never good to me you know. Very secretive and bossy, and then when Officer…” she waved an indicative hand in Victoria’s direction,
“Rapowski.” Victoria sourly in-filled for her.
“Rapowski.” Ginette palmed the clue without batting an eyelid, “I’m hopeless with East European names.” She giggled up at BJ. “When Officer Rapowski approached me I could do nothing but offer assistance. I had been left alone penniless to struggle…” she continued all the time staring up into BJ’s bemused and highly sexy eyes. “She stole all my savings you know…”
Victoria was practically bristling with indignation at Ginette’s irritating twist on things.
“Wow. That’s really bad…” BJ murmured, “Here let me help you.”
She took Ginette’s hand as they descended in the cabin where Mickey still sat bound and gagged. Ginette looked across the cool, dark interior to where the surprised captive perched on the edge of a berth her blue eyes widening at this new unwelcome visitor.
Victoria touched Ginette’s forearm and looked her straight in the eyes; here was the opportunity for an easy get out. A simple case of mistaken identity on BJ’s part and all three walked free to get on with the real business of the day…recouping Victoria’s money.
“Ms Felstrom, can you confirm the identity of this individual as Victoria Gresham?”
Ginette looked across to Mickey, strode over and spat out,
“Two faced double crossing bitch!” delivering a stinging slap across her cheek. Mickey sat as stunned as Victoria, while BJ looked on with consternation and a tiny bit of amusement.
Holy fuck, she didn’t get it…or didn’t choose to get it more like! What a wasted opportunity. Damn madwoman would rather bitch slap Mickey for double crossing her than get us all outta here. God dammit.” Victoria nevertheless smirked inwardly at Ginette laying the spurned partner act on thick. Wow, talk about Oscar nominations!
“And this is for having sex with that tramp!” Ginette continued picking up her pace. My what fun! Might as well get it all out in one go! She thought happily, Might not get the opportunity again.
Another slap on the other cheek. Mickey’s eyes teared up and Victoria looked decidedly uncomfortable, this was an unexpected recrimination.
“Honestly Victoria,” Ginette continued with gleeful malice as she stood proudly over the bound Mickey, “do you think I wouldn’t find out about your hick girlfriend out in the backwoods and your kinky sex sessions!” Victoria and Mickey shot each other a very alarmed look, Ginette was obviously in full pay-back mode.
“You’re such a slut!” Victoria’s face scorched even redder than Mickey slap-happy cheeks. “Do you think I don’t know about the sex toys and bondage? I bet you begged for…”
“Ahem!” Victoria stepped forward quickly before another slap descended for her own sins onto poor Mickey. “I don’t think this has any relevance to the case in hand. Maybe you better stop hitting the accused, Ms Felstrom.”
She glared at Ginette who sighed theatrically, “If I must.”
Turning once more to a highly amused BJ Ginette smile half apologetically,
“I’m sorry I guess I just wanted to get it all off my chest.”
BJ looked at Ginette’s handsome chest with understanding. Accepting the extended a hand she once more escorted their star witness back on deck.
“It’s not that I’m not experimental, Lord knows I’ll give anything a try, but Victoria can be such a trollop…” her voice drifted away along with BJ’s affirmative murmurs as they left Mickey and Victoria alone.
Stunned green eyes locked with baleful blue. Sighing Victoria moved to untie the gag. She cupped her cool hands over Mickey’s flaming cheeks.
“Poor baby, I had no idea she was gonna do that.” She partially apologised.
“What is her freakin problem?” Mickey demanded.
Victoria shrugged,
“Devilment? Genuine pique that I had sex with you? Who knows with Ginette, our relationship was well and truly over but I guess it’s hard if the other person moves on quickly. Guess she wanted to punish you while she had the chance. Punish us both.”
“Well tell her there are other ways to get closure besides beating me up. You were the one she was angry with. Why did I have to get slapped?” Mickey grumbled but her mind stored away the snippet of information that Victoria had in fact ‘moved on’…with her.
“Because for all intents and purposes you are me. And besides I imagine in some twisted way for her it was fun.” Victoria gave her a hard smile.
“Can you get her to take the cuffs off?” Mickey nodded up top to where BJ’s mellow voice still murmured along with Ginette’s own soft croon.
Victoria moved away and immediately she missed the cool palms against her stinging skin.
“BJ,” she called up the stairway, “Throw me the cuff keys. I wanna release her, tidy up her face a little.”
BJ appeared at the hatchway and glanced down to the scene below. She took in the un-gagged Mickey, eyes still teared up from the slapping. Reaching in her pocket she tossed a small key to Victoria,
“Foods ready, bring her up when you’re through.”
“Let’s get you up and outta here.” She unlocked the cuffs and Mickey mercifully rotated and stretched her cramped shoulders.
“So what’s next in your great scheme of things? How are we gonna get out of this?”
“Well, it seems Ginette might be just the distraction we need. She’s certainly caught BJ’s eye. Maybe it can work to our advantage later. I’ll think about it more after supper. Can’t plan on an empty stomach.”
Mickey just rolled her eyes as she followed as she followed an eager Victoria towards the hickory smoke. Some things never changed.
*****
Part Four:
Four very sombre guarded faces sat at the cockpit table as food was politely passed around.
Sheesh! Mount Rushmore is more animated. Mickey thought dryly to herself looking at the masked expressions. Everyone it seemed had her own agenda and secrets to keep.
“So, how long were you two together?” BJ swigged her rum and coke, she was obviously scrabbling for something to say but only managed to scratch open an old wound.
“Just over three years.”
“Just under three years.”
“Forever.”
Ginette, Victoria and Mickey all managed to speak at once. BJ looked from one to the other with a certain amount of eye narrowing suspicion.
“I’m just recalling what Ginette told me earlier.” Victoria mumbled into her highball Singapore Sling as innocently as she could.
Ginette glared at Mickey aka Victoria,
“Like I said just over three years.”
“Felt like forever…” Mickey quipped back, if she was gonna be Victoria Gresham then she was gonna have some fun with her face-slapping bitch of an ex! “…on Death Row. Johnny Cash could a written a song about it.”
A few rums had given her incredible Dutch courage.
Ginette’s smokey grey eyes burned holes in her,
“Only if he sung about low-down dirty double crossing cheats…which I believe he did!”
BJ and Victoria both shifted uncomfortably seeing the storm clouds of another domestic squabble on the close horizon.
“Anything in his repertoire about Lesbian Bed Death and frostbite?” Mickey wiggled her fingers. Victoria’s face displayed total embarrassment while BJ took a sudden intense interest in the distant skyline.
“I hope you burn in Hell.” Ginette spat.
“I goddamn nearly did!” Mickey blazed back referring to Ginette’s thoughtless pyrotechnics.
“You got what you wanted!” Ginette hissed. “And left behind everything you didn’t.” Her eyes flickered across to a scarlet Victoria.
It was a low blow but Mickey had hit the nail on the head with the lesbian bed death comment and it angered her. So she hit back as hard and as low as she could at the failings in Mickey’s own love life.
Silence again descended on the small group. BJ was thankful the conflagration between the exes seemed to have petered out. Ginette managed to look peeved and smug simultaneously and Mickey just glowered angrily.
Ginette’s comments had stung, the truth was she had made a decision and chosen her original plan and the money over the unexpected emotional bond that had sprung between herself and Victoria. Somehow she knew she had cheated herself and had lived with regret ever since. Now the sudden re-appearance of the little blonde pit-bull had churned up all these feelings of doubt and discontentment again. Sure she had the money and the lifestyle she had always craved, the ultimate irony was it wasn’t enough, it felt worthless. Her stolen loot had turned out to be cursed by the very woman she’d taken it from. Mickey knew she had run away with the wrong prize.
Victoria too sat lost in her thoughts, or more accurately her third strong cocktail. Ginette’s accusation had stirred up an anger she had suppressed to date. For the past several weeks she had put all her energy into tracking Mickey’s rapidly cooling trail. At the last minute her resources had pulled out the Abbot McKenzie connection to the Cayman resort and led her all the way down here. Now that she had her target in her sights Victoria felt all the bitterness bubble to the surface.
Her primary motive for hunting down Mickey was to get her money back, but now that she was here and had met her nemesis face to face she was unprepared for the intensity of hurt that surfaced. Obviously, she was angry at being kidnapped and the loss of her illicit ‘pension funds’. But she was also confused that her assailant had risked life and limb to save her from the burning cabin only to immediately abandon her. She realised at the time Mickey had to make her escape and she was also aware and grateful she was alive today because of the tall woman’s bravery.
There was no doubt that on some level Mickey was as much a hero as she was a scoundrel but Victoria would have sworn, albeit for one small moment, that there had been some other connection between them. The sex had been explosive. She had never opened up to someone like that in her entire life; and yes she could blame it on the kink, on the ties and blindfolds and the wonderful freedom to just surrender herself up to the moment. But never before had she felt so turned on and wanton, and later, later when they had kissed? Surely there had been something there? Surely she had not just imagined it?
Now her tall rescuer, thief, lover was sitting so close they could accidentally brush arms, raise goose bumps, create sparks. It was through this heightened response and righteous indignation she felt the uncertainty surge through her again. She had been used; used, betrayed and abandoned. Mickey had taken everything from her; her money, her passion, her love.
Was her life so empty of meaningful emotion that she could surrender her heart so easily to someone who had proven to be the quintessential stranger?
Brooding into the bottom of her glass her self disgust re-fuelled her anger against the woman who had brewed up this storm of unwanted emotion. The ultimate irony being she was sitting here for all intents and purposes the embodiment of her own tormentor.
“Sometimes I just disgust myself.” She announced to no-one in particular. All eyes turned to her.
“I’m such a callous womaniser.” She continued bitterly.
“Really Officer Rapowski? How so?” Ginette played devils advocate to Victoria’s alcohol fuelled vengeance.
Mickey choked on her drink and BJ watched with concerned curiosity. Never before had she met such weirdoes as these three. Thank god the one she was interested in seemed the sanest out of the lot of them.
“Oh I use and abuse. Cut and run.” Victoria muttered bitterly.
“Would you say you were emotionally frigid, or just a coward?” Ginette offered helpfully.
“Mmmm…not frigid but selfish yes. Cowardly and selfish.” Victoria offered up some self assessment on behalf of Mickey.
“And stupid, don’t forget stupid Michaela” Ginette patted Victoria’s arm reassuringly, “Only a dumb-ass would run away.”
“Hey!” Mickey jumped into the two-way conversation, “Maybe…maybe you’re just slow and cautious.”
“Emotionally retarded you mean!” Ginette shot back. “Officer Rapowski obviously has some serious shit going on if she can callously hurt others, wouldn’t you think!”
“Well,” BJ offered cautiously, “a girl’s gotta be careful. Don’t wanna get your heart slam dunked…”
“Exactly!” Mickey embraced a possible ally. “Slow and cautious.”
“Yea, slam dunk.” Victoria came back harshly, “Depends if you see yourself as the player or the ball!” causing even BJ to wince.
Not at all understanding the complex undercurrents between the other women she frowned, Rapowski was really beating herself up here. Boy what a maudlin drunk!
Another small silence ensued as they sipped their drinks contemplatively. The warm early evening breeze rippled over sun sated skin and blew strands of hair across bronzed cheeks, the twinkling sea reflected in lazy eyes. Idly brushing away a wisp of hair Ginette leaned over to Victoria and drawled seductively even as her eyes glinted evilly,
“But I bet you’re a bomb in bed Officer Rapowski.”
Victoria’s face burned with the memory. Mickey shifted in total discomfort at Ginette’s barbed taunt and BJ just glowered, she wanted this type of interest levelled at her, not Rapowski!
Way to go, Ginette! Piss everybody off, especially the chick with the gun! Mickey threw a spiteful glare in Ginette’s direction,
“That’s none if your business. Leave Rapowski alone.”
“Actually I am.” Victoria’s ears were burning brighter than her cheeks, “A bomb in bed. Sometimes sex with the right person can be next to life altering…” her voice was hard and choked, embarrassed for herself, for her anger and her vulnerability, for her compulsion to say it out loud. To let it all out for Mickey know how she felt, what it had meant to her.
“I…I mean…I can make some women feel special…” she faltered slightly.
Mickey sat still her eyes never leaving Victoria’s face.
“That’s a wonderful thing to know. That you made someone feel like that when you loved them.” She said softly.
The green eyes that met hers were unfathomable. Mickey would have given it all away right there and then to be back in that tiny log cabin again holding this small angry woman in her arms. Getting right for once.
“I’ll take Ms Gresham below now.” Victoria stood up purposefully. “I’ll put her in the fore cabin it has its own ensuite so we can lock her safely away for the rest of the night.”
“I don’t want her left alone. Either she’s tied up or you crash in there with her.” BJ was stern; she didn’t trust Victoria Gresham as far as she could throw her. There was something about this tall shady lady that just did not add up. Truth be told she wasn’t too keen on Rapowski either but assumed it was some sort of nerdish FinCen inter-departmental politics about her collaring Gresham first.
Victoria glanced up quickly at Mickey on hearing BJ’s ultimatum. A small nod of her head indicated that the tall woman proceed her down the hatch to her cell for the night. They moved silently into the small space in the forepeak. Before them the triangular berth took up nearly all of the free space so economy driven the design on sea going vessels. To the left, a door led to the minute toilet/shower combo which was in itself a luxury for a cabin in a boat this length and age.
Awkwardly they shuffled around each other careful not to touch.
“You go first.” Victoria pointed to the small bathroom. Minutes later Mickey re-emerged,
“I left out a spare toothbrush.”
“Thank you. And please, no disappearing through the fore-hatch. We agreed we’re in this together until we can sort out a quick fix, okay?”
“Agreed. Anyway I don’t think I want to sneak up top, not while I Luv Taxes is sitting up there with that nasty looking gun and a full glass of rum.”
“I meant to talk to you about that. Since when do FinCen agents go round with the type of hardware that could swing a LA gang war?”
“That’s just it…we don’t.”
When Victoria came back a clean tee and boxers sat waiting for her on the bedcover. Mickey was already sprawled out in hers, the evening too warm for even a sheet to cover her. Relaxed and contemplative she looked through the open overhead hatch to the evening stars above.
Victoria clambered onto the berth and lay parallel careful not to touch. Together they gazed up at the constellations.
“So what is Officer Bar Jack’s agenda do you think?” she asked.
“I’ve no idea, except she’s as big a liar as we are. It can’t be good for us whatever her plans are. But as long as she thinks I’m you then you’re safe.” A large hand stole across the space between them and gently held Victoria’s.
“Still rescuing me?” a small but bitter smile curved Victoria’s lips. Mickey’s only response was a caressing rub of her thumb across the back of the small hand in hers.
“The things you do to get my attention.” she sighed in mock exasperation. “You don’t have to throw yourself into constant danger a small kiss would work equally...oof!” She expelled a puff of air as the small hand broke free without warning and landed her a backhander on the stomach.
“Don’t you even try to joke about this Michaela Rapowski? Every time you come anywhere near me something always goes disastrously wrong. All I want is my money back and to kick your ass right outta my life once and for all!”
The air in the cabin grew hot and muggy as the evening breeze dropped away. Turning on her side Mickey gazed at Victoria’s determined profile, the stubborn little chin, cute nose and the sweep of dark brown eyelashes under an arched golden brow. She blew gently into the small ear closest to her pursed lips and watched the face opposite scrunch up.
“Tick tock.” She breathed and blew again. Twisting her head round to face her Victoria demanded,
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Tick tock.”
“Tick tock what you imbecile.” Victoria glowered, her face only inches away, “God I’d forgotten what an utter idiot you can be. How the hell you got away with my money I’ll never know. My wits must have been addled…”
“Tick tock. Don’t you know I’m a bomb in bed? A time bomb. You better defuse me.”
Victoria flushed scarlet with both anger and embarrassment,
“That was just something I said to look like a smartass FinCen agent…and I was tipsy”
“Tick tock.”
“Oh shut up.”
“Tick…”
“Shut up!”
“…tock.”
“You’re impossible!”
“Kiss me.”
“No.”
“Kiss me.”
“No!”
“Kiss me and I’ll give you all your money back…bar the boat. You can’t have Green Eyed Monster. I intend spending the rest of my life with her.”
“You’re lying to me. In fact you’ve always lied to me…”
“No I’m not lying. Every word I say is true. For one kiss you can have all your money back. But I do intend to spend the rest of my life with Green Eyes. So make up your mind. Time is running out. Tick…”
“Stop that tick tocking! It’s getting on my nerves.”
They lay in silence, face to face on the Vee shaped bunk under a sprinkle of Caribbean stars. And then with out word or indication Victoria leaned over and placed the sweetest of kisses on Mickey’s lips.
Oooh! What have I started here? She moaned to herself. An audible whimper filled the cabin, deep with need and reverberating with pleasure. Good God, is that me?
A second ragged gasp assured her, much to enjoyment the whimpers were creeping from Mickey. Strangely comforted her kiss deepened. She dragged a lower lip between her own and gently suckled and lapping the tender inner flesh. Why am I here again? This is the least safe place I could place myself, yet here I am in her arms again. These cheating, heart breaking arms…
Mickey’s hands were running up and down Victoria’s back, stroking and caressing through the thin material of the T shirt. Her breathing was erratic and her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She had dreamt incessantly of her hands on her golden girls’ body. Felt it so honestly and forcefully she had awoken in a tangle of twisted sheets and heated flesh. Physically replete from a wet dream only to lie in emotional turmoil, kicking sheets to the bottom of the bed, aching to hold Victoria’s body after the storm. And here she was, her Victoria, kissing the strength out of her, turning limbs to jelly coherent thought to mush, leaving her wallowing in a quagmire of need and hunger. Her large hands stretched down the smaller woman’s back to cup her buttocks and using her considerable strength Mickey scooped her over the rest on top of her longer frame. This time she opened her legs to cradle the rounder hips, her calves curved on shorter legs to anchor her there so she could never leave. Mickey was never going to let her go again.
*****
Part Five:
Ginette traced a casual hand across a cocoa shoulder to finger a chunky shell necklace.
“This is gorgeous, what’s it made of?”
“Black coconut and puka shells...with a little silver for luck.”
“It’s beautiful.” Her fingertips caressingly withdrew.
BJ smiled, her dark eyes shone in the moonlight,
“Thank you, I made it myself.” Her hand came up to absently touch the trinket. “I’m a silversmith when I’m not sailing the ocean wave.”
“Oh, I thought you were a FinCen officer?” Ginette raised an eyebrow.
BJ stiffened,
“I studied sliver design, what I do to put bread on my table is entirely another matter.” Black eyes bored into grey. Ginette didn’t even blink,
“I think there’s more to you than meets the eye Officer Jack. And I intend to find it. I love a mystery.”
BJ gave a deep penetrating laugh,
“Lady, you wouldn’t know where to start.”
Ginette raised a ring laden hand and wiggled her pinkie where a heavy silver Claddagh ring with its Irish amethyst heart winked in the pale light,
“I also wear silver. You never know BJ I might just get lucky too.”
The breeze had dropped but the temperate held making it warm and sultry on deck. They sat watching the stars above, each recognising patterns within the constellations, each unaware the other saw the same designs.
BJ took a long pull on her drink,
“So.” She broke the quiet, “Victoria Gresham was your girl for over three years?”
Ginette turned warily,
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“You don’t seem like a match, that’s all.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well apart from the fact that you’re angry with her there isn’t a…I dunno, connection there. I mean you even have better rapport with Rapowski than you do with your ex. I guess the break up musta been bitter.”
“Yea, it was kinda harsh. We hurt each other a lot.” Ginette began to twist the Claddagh, head bent intent on examining each glint as the jewelled heart rotated through the starlight. BJ watched her silently sensing the emotional turmoil surging through the pretty brunette before her.
Finally Ginette raised her head to face her,
“Let’s just say the bed death dig was accurate. The writing had been on the bedroom wall for some time. But after that, later, I did something really stupid and nearly killed her. And when the smoke cleared…literally…we found affection, a residue of our old love…that had mutated into friendship…”
“The cabin fire…”
Ginette merely nodded in answer. BJ watched her silently, reading her guilt and shame in the caste of her shoulders, the tightening of her jaw, and her endless fidgeting with the ring.
“So why are you here with Rapowski who wants to capture her? That don’t seem too affectionate to me.” she baldly announced what was bothering her. Ginette glanced up a hard smile reached her eyes,
“What I do to put bread on my table is also entirely another matter, Officer Jack.”
*****
The big hands squeezing her ass were burning an imprint onto her soft flesh. Her hips were uncontrollably grinding into Mickey’s centre she couldn’t stop herself if she wanted too. How the hell did I get into this? Why am I here sucking on her neck trying to push myself all the way into her? God I’m addicted, I’m an absolute junkie for her. I’m so lost in all of this…
Mickey pushed her hips to meet Victoria’s bearing down on her. She couldn’t believe the heated fervour in her small bed companion, Victoria had never been the aggressor in their short lived liaison. She had always been the pursued Mickey had always been the initiator, hadn’t she? Where had this hot headed hellion come from? In all her fantasies she had been the one chasing…and losing, reliving her saddening mistake over and over. The object of those fantasies had sprung up into her arms and was the one now pinning her down, forcing her, devouring her. All she could do was hang on until her little one cooled enough for Mickey to catch sufficient breath to even speak!
Suddenly Victoria’s hips stilled her lips stopped suckling Mickey’s throat and pulled away. She leaned up on her elbows gazing directly into the hazy yet questioning blue eyes below. The rebalance of weight pushed her mons harder onto Mickey’s and the other gave a small grunt and sneakily spread herself wider, hoping to apply some of the extra pressure onto her aching clitoris.
Feeling the furtive move Victoria eased off using her knees as leverage. Smirking slightly at the small petulant frown creasing Mickey’s brow at the loss of contact Victoria snapped,
“Put your hands above your head.”
Mickey’s frown increased and her hands stubbornly squeezed Victoria’s ass cheeks the soles of her feet caressing the smaller woman’s smooth calves where they rested between her legs.
“Do it now!” Victoria ordered. Reluctantly Mickey eased her grip and placed her arms above her head. Victoria raised herself to straddle the prone body, unceremoniously stripping Mickey’s sodden boxers down leaving them at a constricting half mast pinning the tanned thighs together. Never breaking eye contact she caught the rim of the tall womans T shirt and yanked it up to her neck exposing high rounded breasts, with toffeed nipples reaching up to her invitingly.
“Close your eyes, and don’t open them!” The intense glare of hooded green eyes above made Mickey comply immediately. She had no idea what was going through Victoria’s mind but if involved them both being naked she was willing to do anything, anytime, anywhere! A quick whisper of cotton as Victoria stripped her own boxers and T before repositioning herself across captured thighs. She sat there, her hot wet scent soaking onto Mickey’s dark curls as she contemplated the body beneath her. It was a complete reverse of their last time together when she was the bound one. She didn’t know why she needed this tokenism other than to feel like this time she was the one who was taking.
Acutely she watched the hitch in Mickey’s breathing and the subsequent rise and fall of puckered tits mouth salivating. She smirked slightly at the struggle the other woman had in keeping her eyes closed, enjoying her little power game. Already she could see the eyelids fluttering as Mickey was torn with the need to look at Victoria straddling her nude, her moist sex dampening her skin her earthy scent rising up between them. Mickey whimpered and that was Victoria’s cue, she swooped and pulled one toffee nipple deep into her mouth before her teeth closed to nip around its base. Mickey arched up into her mouth, even as she gasped at the ferocity of the stinging caress a soft tongue bathed the ache away in long swirling strokes, the tongue tip dragging slowly across the sensitive tip.
Her other breast was cupped and then kneaded firmly, strong fingers pulling up towards the aching point before circling and compressing the soft tissue below. This pattern of flattening, kneading, and pinching continued until her whole breast hummed with sensation. One nipple standing rigid begging for attention as its twin was suckled and laved by a hot greedy tongue. Her back curved pushing herself into Victoria’s hands and mouth, she squirmed and groaned, the pressure between her pinned thighs building to bursting point, she could smell her own heat.
“Please Victoria, please,” she whispered. “I need you so much.”
Victoria rose up and began undulating her sex across crisp dark curls. Gasping Mickey tried to surge up to make contact with her own pulsing clit but was always held back by her restricted thighs. Hands reached for hers twitching on the pillow above her head and clamped them onto Victoria’s own fuller curvaceous breasts. Mickey’s eyes flew open, indigo with desire and automatically her fingers began to greedily knead the heavier breasts. Stilling their swing she massaged them lustily, pale pink nipples peeking out from between her fingers. Both were groaning now, Victoria holding Mickey’s hands in place as she ground down, hips almost spasming as she rode out her pleasure.
Eyes open, hands greedily touching; Mickey decided the rules of the game were broken, justified she rolled Victoria over onto her back so she now rested snugly between the smaller woman’s thighs. Quickly kicking off the offending boxers she grunted as she arranged her outer lips and at last managed to make sliding contact with Victoria’s engorged clitoris. All reason lost with the cruel teasing she had just undergone Mickey ground as hard as she could, weight on her elbows her fingers kneading and squeezing Victoria’s heaving breasts. Leaning forward she captured her lovers gasping mouth and plundered it with a demanding tongue only releasing their bruised lips for air.
Sensing Victoria hover on the brink she brought a hasty hand down between their hips and steadily pushed two fingers deep inside her. She swirled them on the long slide inside stroking the inner walls all the way up to the hilt, giving her a sensation of fullness. Then she introduced a third finger and stretched Victoria wider. Satisfied by the small grunts and puffs that her lover was comfortably stuffed she began to plunge in and out hard. Victoria cried and arched into the pounding her thighs opened wider to give Mickey more access, feet planted firmly on the thin mattress for leverage raising her hips up to her obediently.
A casual thumb grazed her clitoris causing another throaty cry. Mickey leaned on one elbow to watch passion ripple across the gorgeous face beneath her. On and on her fingers slid, in and out, in and out of the creamy hole, each firm thrust greeted with a deep delicious moan. A moan for her alone, of such depth and sensuality it made her flesh tingle. How lucky was she to make this woman, her woman sing like that.
“Hey, you’re right. I am a bomb,” she murmured in a pink tinged ear her thumb again stroking softly across the swollen little nub.
Victoria did not even register her words she was floating in her own world.
“I’m your bomb. Just yours. You make me want to explode. Count down for me…five…four,” each number was punctuated with a deep twist of her fingers that dragged her girl closer to the edge.
“Three…”
Victoria gave up trying to kiss, or hold or stroke the dark dominant woman above her and simply surrendered to the rippling waves… “Two…” of orgasm that washed over her again and again pulling one long ragged cry of ecstasy from her screaming lungs.
“One. You’re beautiful.” She whispered.
*****