| Lesbian: BDSM: Dangerous Nights (1/5) |
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Lolli, a petite girl standing at about five feet and weighing a little under a hundred pounds, brushed back her deep brown hair with her typical European Caucasian hand. The music poured down around her, and lights floated about, making a maze of people and notes. A waitress, or waiter – Lolli didn’t look close enough, was walking around with plastic cups of water and she reached up, grabbing one and poured it over her, trying to cool down. She had been at the club now for an hour, mixing with girls and boys as if they were all candies. Finally Lolli danced and pushed her way to the bar, the music blaring above it and she motioned to a bar tender that she wanted some water. She slipped a pound note for the bottle and downed the water, noticing a girl staring at her. Lolli smiled deviously and danced her way to the woman. She had raven black hair, dark eyes that locked onto Lolli’s blue orbs, and what seemed to be a beautiful body wrapped in a leather cat-suit. The woman curled a finger, beckoning Lolli closer, so she did so. “Allo,” Lolli greeted, taking the stool next to her, her leather skirt barely keeping her covered as she sat down. Casually she bent forward to check her knee-high boot’s laces – however it was more of a ploy to let the woman see her breasts better in the crushed velvet corset. “Hello,” the woman replied, taking a sip of her drink. “I’m Margo.” “Margo?” Lolli repeated, looking up at her, smiling, keeping low so the cleavage shot was kept a bit longer. She then slowly sat back up, “I’m Lolli.” “Lolli? Pretty, a nickname I assume.” “Yep, named that because I’m as sugary tasting as a lollipop and just as fun to lick.” Lolli winked, licking her lips, imagining Margo licking them. She wanted to sample the leather bound woman badly. “Ooh, is that an invitation?” Margo asked, leaning forward, running a hand through Lolli’s hair. “If you have the place,” Lolli replied, leaning in, her lips dangerously close to Margo’s. Margo gripped her hair and pulled Lolli to her, kissing her fully. Lolli nearly melted with the action. She loved a woman in charge. She already felt herself reacting to the thought of being controlled by this beauty. “Come with me Lolli.” Margo grabbed Lolli’s hand and led her out of the club with ease. She reached a Porsche Carrera GT. She disarmed and unlocked the car, sliding in without giving order to Lolli to do the same, yet she didn’t need too – once the car was ready Lolli was in and already belted. Margo revved the engine, slipped it into first and peeled out of the parking lot. She shifted higher and higher, it wasn’t until seventh gear that Lolli realized with was not a normal race car. The car vibrated beneath her, making her grow wetter as speeds increased. She shifted in her seat, and reached over, running her hand over Margo’s shifting one and continued closer, letting her fingers trail Margo’s thighs. Margo looked at her, smiling wickedly, and suddenly pulled into a driveway, the gate closing behind them as she shifted quickly down, and turned the engine off. “Follow me, if you dare.” Margo |
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