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Chapter 1.
Fran stepped into her favorite pub in a fairly busy part of San Francisco greeting the bartender with a nod. She got used to coming here almost every night recently, although she didn’t quite know why, or preferred not to dwell too much on her reasons.
“The usual?” Dan, the bartender, asked her once she sat on “her” stool at the corner of the bar.
“Yeah, thanks.”
Nursing her beer, Fran looked around – she noticed a few familiar faces, one of them saw Fran and nodded in acknowledgement. She nodded back with an obvious lack of interest in any communication. She came here to be alone in a crowd, not to find any friends or whatever.
Suddenly the front door opened and when Fran looked up, she couldn’t help but gasp. The woman who came in was gorgeous, no, she was breathtaking and a few heads turned to admire her as she made her way to the bar. For a split second Fran’s eyes met the woman’s but she quickly looked away. She didn’t need this now, she didn’t want any infatuation, not after what happened with Jen. Fran focused on her beer and kept stealing glances at the blonde, who ordered a whiskey on the rocks and was typing non-stop on her phone. Obviously, Fran wasn’t the only one who noticed the woman. A guy who was playing pool with his friends kept staring at her, but she either didn’t notice or care. Just looking at her obviously wasn’t enough, so the guy straitened his shirt and squared his shoulders (Like a peacock, Fran thought) before making his way towards the woman.
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?” He asked stopping beside her. Fran rolled her eyes. Do these lines ever work?
“Being busy.” The woman barely looked at him and continued typing at her phone.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“I already have a drink.”
“Dan, buddy, make us two shots of tequila.” Ignoring her the man told the bartender. Fran felt a sudden urge to come up and punch him.
“I told you, I have a drink.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be so uptight. Here, let’s drink!” The man pushed the shot towards her, and she finally looked up. If looks could kill, the man would be dead right now, but he was too drunk to notice.
“No, thank you.” Fran could see it took all of the woman’s self-control to be so polite with him.
“Wanna dance then?” He certainly didn’t know how to take no for an answer.
“No. I want to be left alone.”
“Oh, I know what you’re doing – you’re playing hard to get. I like that, I can play along.” He moved closer to her and she shifted back in her seat.
“I’m not playing and I want you to leave me alone.”
“No, you don’t.” He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her into him. “I know your kind. You’ll do anything a man tells you if he is patient enough.”
“Let go of me.” She hissed. The man didn’t seem to care and tried to snake his other hand around her waist despite the blonde’s attempt to free herself.
Some people were looking at the scene but no one made a move to do something about it. Except Fran.
“Hey, asshole.”
“What the…?” The man turned to see Fran standing there with arms crossed.
“The lady asked you to leave so I strongly suggest you do just that.” She said in the calmest voice she could muster.
“This is none of your business.”
“When a dickhead like you makes advances that are clearly unwanted, it becomes my business. So once again, fuck off.”
He was fuming and speechless, trying to appear menacing but Fran didn’t care. Suddenly he threw a punch right into her face, but Fran was ready and dodged it skillfully, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, smashing his head against the bar in doing so.
“You bitch! Let me go!” He tried to wriggle from her grasp, but Fran wasn’t having it.
“Not until you apologize to the lady.” Before he could protest, she put more pressure on his twisted arm and he groaned in pain.
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry.” He said through gritted teeth.
A few seconds later Fran let him go and pushed him towards his friends, making sure he didn’t come back. When she turned to look at the woman her breath caught at the way she was looking at her – with pure admiration. Fran shifted nervously, smiled and made a move to go back to her seat, but a soft hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Um, thank you…” The woman finally spoke.
“You’re welcome.” They looked at each other for a while until Fran realized the woman was still holding her hand.
“Can I buy you a drink? As a thank you.”
“Sure.” Fran said with a smile and sat beside the woman. This is just a thank-you drink, nothing more.
“I’m Marla, by the way.” The blonde introduced herself after they ordered.
“Fran.”
“Nice meeting you, Fran.” Marla smiled and Fran thought she had never seen anyone so beautiful. “Those were some impressive moves there. Where’d you learn them?”
“Police academy.”
“Oh, you work for the force then?”
“Used to. Now I’m a P.I.”
“Wow. Why did you quit?” Marla looked genuinely interested.
“I didn’t, I got kicked out.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not that good at following orders.”
“Mm-hm.” Marla contemplated her next question. “Are you any good at being the P.I.?”
“I’d like to think I am, why?”
“A few more drinks and I’ll tell you.” Is she flirting?
They kept talking and drinking, until Fran noticed that they had somehow moved closer to each other and were now only a breath apart. Fran swallowed hard but didn’t move away, and if Marla noticed she didn’t let it show.
“About the question I asked earlier…” Marla suddenly said.
“Hm?”
“I could really use someone with your…expertise and skills.” Fran didn’t expect that at all.
“What skills might that be?”
Marla didn’t say a word for a few seconds but then smiled suggestively.
“Well…” She placed her hand on Fran’s knee, making the other woman’s heartbeat speed up. “Come to the bathroom in two minutes so you can show me.”
Saying that she stood up and went to the bathroom, leaving a bewildered Fran behind. What the hell just happened?
Fran shook her head to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She wasn’t looking for anything really when she came to the bar, but how could she say no to a woman like Marla? Finishing her beer, she made her way to the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. As she closed the door behind her, she was pushed against it and felt Marla’s lips on hers. It didn’t take her long to respond and soon Marla asked for entrance with her tongue which she immediately granted. Fran felt on fire, she desperately needed air but didn’t want to break the kiss so instead she wrapped her hands around Marla’s waist, pulling her as close as possible. Marla moaned into the kiss and Fran thought she wanted to coax more sounds out of the woman. When the need for air became too much, they broke apart, breathing heavily. Fran willed herself to open her eyes and saw a flash in insecurity in Marla’s.
“I…” Marla said, gathering her thoughts. “I don’t really do this. I just…I noticed you the second I walked in and all I could think was that I want you. I’m sorry if I overstepped the mark.” She didn’t move away, though.
“Does it look like I’m complaining?” Fran said with a chuckle and Marla laughed. What a beautiful sound.
“Listen, I don’t live too far from here, so maybe…you’d like to come home with me?” Marla asked biting her lower lip. Instead of answering Fran pulled her in for a searing kiss, making Marla moan again and it took all of Fran’s willpower not to take her right there and then. She wanted to take her time with Marla, explore her body with no clothes on, and Marla definitely deserved more than just being fucked against the bathroom door of some bar.
“Lead the way.” Fran whispered as they broke apart.
They left the bar and got into Marla’s car – a sleek BMW. How fitting. The drive took 10 minutes and was spent in comfortable silence. Well, as comfortable as it can be when all you can think of is getting your hands on the person sitting next to you.
Once inside the apartment, Fran found herself once again pushed against the door and felt soft and inviting lips on hers. She realized Marla liked to be in control, so she would let her have her way for a while and kissed her back hungrily. When she felt Marla’s hands pulling up her shirt she broke the kiss.
“Wait. How do I know you are not a serial killer?” Despite her question, her hands were roaming softly against Marla’s sides.
“Even if I were, I’m sure you can take me down with those moves of yours.”
“I’d rather just. Take. You.” Fran said punctuating each word with a kiss. Marla captured her lips and pulled Fran’s shirt up and over her head and threw it somewhere behind her. Her hands immediately started exploring the newly exposed skin, making Fran shiver.
In a swift move Fran reversed their positions and now it was Marla who was pressed against the door. Fran attacked her neck, kissing and sucking and biting there, until Marla was moaning and squirming against her.
“Fran…” Marla whispered pleadingly and Fran gave in. She kissed her again while bunching up her dress with her hands. Once the dress was out of the way, Fran took her time caressing her inner thighs going up and up reaching the hem of Marla’s panties. Cupping her there Fran couldn’t help but moan at how wet Marla was already. She wanted her, and she wanted her now, and Fran didn’t want to tease any longer. Pushing the panties aside, she gathered the wetness and started circling her clit with her thumb. Marla gasped and moaned and held onto Fran’s shoulders for dear life.
“Inside.” She whispered against Fran’s lips and Fran obeyed. She entered Marla first with one finger and then added another. They were kissing, messily now, and Marla kept bucking her hips in rhythm with Fran’s movements, and a few minutes later the orgasm hit and she could barely catch her breath. Fran brought her down from her high and kissed her tenderly.
“That was…wow.” Marla said and pressed her forehead against Fran’s, making the brunette smile proudly.
“Yeah, wow.”
“Bedroom?”
“Definitely.” Fran said and kissed Marla, letting herself be pulled towards the said room, getting rid of all the clothes along the way.
To be continued… 😉