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The Spire By Fire was dimly lit by slowly flashing, colorful lights as Imogen wiped down the bar, taking her first breather since her shift had started at seven.
The club was pretty busy tonight, every stage lit up and surrounded by people with singles, tossing the bills onto the stage as the dancers whirled.
Imogen paused as her eyes caught on Fearne, fully naked except for the scrap of fabric somehow still covering her more important bits. Her friend was in the process of tucking bills into whatever crevice of her boobs they would stay in, winking and flirting with the people around her stage. Imogen huffed a quiet laugh to herself, pushing the rolled sleeves of her top further up her forearms.
Tonight Imogen had admittedly put a little more effort in than she usually did, at her roommates urging. Fearne had insisted she put on makeup and show off her “hourglass figure” tonight, especially in the wake of her mothers death anniversary. Fearne was good like that, making sure Imogen was never sad alone or for too long. She loved her for it.
Also, tonight was Rodeo Night at the club, and it had given Imogen a reason to bring out her cowboy hat she had brought from back home in Texas, the only little remnant from her past that didn’t carry some kind of shame.
Tonight her dyed purple hair was loose around her shoulders in gentle curls, her hat perched perfectly atop her head, her makeup done with sharp precision, and she was wearing a low cut, cropped, skin tight long sleeved top in a pale blue Fearne insisted looked amazing on her, as well as loose, ripped black jeans. She didn’t dress like this at all, and it had taken Fearne pinky promising that her tits looked good enough to eat to even get her out of the house. (she had cringed at the wording but accepted the compliment it anyways)
Now Imogen was jostled from her thoughts by a gentle tap on her shoulder, and she turned to greet the customer with a smile, only for her breath to leave her like a punch to the gut.
The woman across the bar looked a little older than Imogen, with a long brown brain down her back and the sides of her head shaved and the most intense blue eyes Imogen had ever seen in her life, contrasting against rich brown skin. When she smiled, Imogen saw sharp canines and a hungry look in her eyes as she looked at Imogen. That kind of open want from a stranger was usually enough to cause a minor panic attack, or at least make Imogen uncomfortable, but looking at this woman made something stir low in Imogen’s stomach, so she slid her smile back in place and met the woman’s gaze.
“Jalapeño Margarita, if you can.” The woman said, leaning against the bar with that same wicked smile and twinkle in her eyes. Imogen blinked, and nodded, turning away to hide her furious blush with her hair as she got started on the woman’s drink.
“Thank you.” The woman said as Imogen set the drink in front of her. She was still smiling, and making the kind of eye contact that had Imogen’s whole body erupting in goosebumps.
She sipped the drink, and grinned up at Imogen again from her casual place at the bar. “Delicious, but I could have guessed that. I bet making drinks isn’t the only thing those hands are good for.” She commented, glancing at Imogen’s partially fingerless leather gloves. Imogen flexed her fingers nervously, focusing on calming her blush.
“Buy a lady a drink first.” Imogen joked, meeting her gaze with all the false confidence she could muster for the moment. The woman raised an eyebrow, and took another sip. “Alright then. Drinks on me, baby. Make yourself something nice.” The woman winked. Imogen flushed, before turning to make herself something, working on autopilot before she was leaning against the bar opposite this woman, sipping a whiskey sour and trying to ignore how effected she was by this woman’s effortless charisma.
“You got a name, cowgirl? Or am I gonna keep calling you baby?” The woman asked, shamelessly looking Imogen over as they talked.
“Imogen, cowgirl.” Imogen teased, letting her accent slip more as she spoke. “You got a name? Or should I just start callin’ you darlin’?”
Imogen’s smile widened as a dark blush spread across the woman’s face. “Beauregard. Call me Beau.” She said, taking Imogen’s free hand in her own and kissing each of her fingers in turn, maintaining eye contact.
Imogen let out a shuddering breath, letting her hand remain in Beau’s. Her hand was warm, fingers callused and rough, like Imogen’s. She let her fingers begin to trail up Beau’s bare arm, tilting her head as their banter continued.
“You’re awfully pretty for a bartender, Imogen.” Beau hummed, daring to lean a bit closer. Imogen caught her breath.
“You’re too pretty to be here alone, sugar.” Imogen said in response, encouraged by Beau’s boldness. She let her blunt fingernails scrape across the shaved sides of Beau’s head, causing the woman to shudder and lean into her touch, her eyes falling shut.
Oh.
The subtle submission was wildly attractive to Imogen in a way she wasn’t expecting, and certainly not from someone who looked like Beau. It flipped a switch in her that hadn’t been flipped in… quite some time. She felt her confidence grow exponentially as she did it again, her smile turning sharp and almost predatory.
“You ain’t the usual type for this place, darlin’.” Imogen drawled, tracing the line of Beau’s jaw with a fingertip. “What brought you here tonight? Lonely? Lookin’ for some fun?”
“Both.” Beau breathed, her eyes fluttering open as Imogen took her chin in two fingers, tilting her head side to side to look at her.
“We could have some fun, baby.” Imogen said, leaning in to quietly whisper right against her ear, her fingertips trailing from Beau’s chin down her neck to fist in the loose crop top she was wearing, pulling her closer across the bar.
“Is that what you want?”
Beau shuddered in her grip, nodding frantically, and Imogen’s heart pounded in her chest. Nothing turned her on more than submission like this from someone like Beau.
“I’m gonna need some words now princess. You say yes ma’am or no ma’am, understood?” Imogen said sweetly, tightening her grip on Beau’s top.
“Yes ma’am.” Beau breathed, leaning further across the bar to be closer.
“Good girl. Meet me by the door in an hour sugar, my shift is almost over. You’ll take me back to your place for the night.” Imogen instructed, releasing Beau and turning away to grab a glass, starting to polish it.
She could see Beau out of the corner of her eye, flustered and red and still leaning against the bar collecting herself. After a minute, she pushed off the bar and wandered as if in a daze to a table near the door, sitting down and staring at her hands. Imogen laughed quietly to herself, tucking thoughts of Beau away for a moment and finishing her shift.
Beauregard met her by the door after her shift, like she was told. She was leaning against the doorframe as Imogen left the building, an anticipatory smile on her face as Imogen nodded at her and gestured to a cab she had called. The pair climbed into the car, Beau giving the driver directions to her apartment, and relaxing into the seat beside Imogen.
The ride was silent, save for the quiet intake of breath from Beau as Imogen slid a hand onto her thigh, gently squeezing the muscle there.
The elevator ride up to Beau’s apartment was filled with a charged silence that Imogen relished in. It had been a long time since she had really gotten to enjoy sex, and she had a really good feeling about tonight. She watched Beau fumble with her keys and slid a hand into the back pocket of her jeans, causing the other woman to jump.
When they were finally inside, Imogen toed off her shoes and clicked the lock on the door shut. Beau took off her shoes and turned the lights on, watching as Imogen walked over to the couch, sitting down on it and gesturing for Beau to kneel beside her.
Beau swallowed and walked over to her, slowly lowering herself to her knees in front of Imogen, placing her hands in her lap and looking up at her with her want clear on her face.
“Let’s have a little chat, ‘kay sugar? You’re gonna tell me what you like and what you don’t like, and I’ll do the same. You know the stoplight system?” Imogen asked, scraping her fingernails across Beau’s scalp again.
Beau shivered, nodding. “Yes ma’am.”
Imogen smiled, adjusting so Beau was knelt between her legs. “Good girl, you learn so fast. Now tell me what you’d like from me tonight.”
Beau took a shaky breath, pressing her legs together. “I like pain. You can hit me, pull my hair, almost anything. Usually I’m into degrading too but this whole “good girl” thing is really doing it for me so I don’t know. Um…” Beau blushed, avoiding eye contact. “I like to beg. You can make me beg for it. I’m pretty good at it, so I’ve heard.”
“Oh, I bet, pretty girl.” Imogen hummed, ghosting her fingers across Beau’s throat. “And what about what you don’t like?”
“I don’t love overstimulation, otherwise I’ll try anything once.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Now these are the rules, ok? Break them and you’ll get a punishment. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good. First, like my toys loud, so make as much noise as you want. You’ll be punished if I catch you holding back. Second, you call me ma’am, nothing else. Third, you follow all my instructions, without question. And finally, you do not cum unless given permission. Does that sound good?” Imogen asked, stroking Beau’s braid.
Beau nodded, pupils blown wide. “Yes ma’am.”
“Good girl.” Imogen purred, leaning down into her space. “Color?”
“Green.
Imogen smiled, fingers digging into Beau’s braid as she pulled her head back. “Do you want a kiss now?”
Beau nodded, heart racing in her chest.
“Beg for it.”
“Please.” Beau whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. “Please let me kiss you, I’ll do anything you want, just please, I need it so bad-“
“You’re real pretty when you beg like that.” Imogen breathed against her lips, the only warning Beau had before she was being kissed, devoured by Imogen’s hungry lips, full of heated desperation as Beau pushed back against her, nipping at her lip and whining into their kiss, desperate for more from this woman.
“Needy little thing, aren’t ‘ya?” Imogen whispered, pulling away and nipping Beau’s lip in the process. “You know, I could tell you thought you’d be in charge tonight when you came up to the bar. Isn’t this a nice little surprise? Much better, don’t you think?”
Beau nodded, rising up to chase Imogen’s lips, and Imogen laughed, grabbing her braid and yanking her back down to her knees.
“That was bold of you.” Imogen tutted, standing and undoing the button on her jeans, enjoying the way Beau’s eyes tracked her every movement. “Do you think you deserve more?”
Beau swallowed and shook her head. “No ma’am.”
“Good.” Imogen smiled, sitting back down on the couch with her button popped and fly open, and nodded to Beau. “I’ll let you do something for me anyways. Betcha you can figure it out.”
Beau nodded, mouth watering as Imogen gestured for her to begin. Her hands flew to Imogen’s hips, getting a good grip to pull the jeans off of her, already mouthing at her through her thin underwear as she finished disposing of the pants, her hands massaging Imogen’s distractingly muscled thighs, taking her own pleasure from the way Imogen’s hips jumped under her, especially as Beau discarded her underwear as well, wrapping her lips around her clit, guiding her legs up over her shoulders.
Imogen bit down on her lip, groaning as Beau’s incredible mouth went to work, setting her body on fire. Beau whimpered and moaned against her, clearly enjoying herself in a way that brought Imogen close the edge far quicker than usual.
She whined when she felt two fingers slide into her, her hands flying to Beau’s braid, digging her fingers into it and using her new leverage to grind up against Beau’s face and then down again onto her fingers, breathing heavily as Beau moaned against her, getting louder as Imogen’s thighs began to tighten around her head.
Beau took a deep breath and relaxed, letting herself be used as Imogen chased her own high, fucking her face hard and fast until she came onto Beau’s tongue with a shout, shuddering as she melted back into the couch, her body going limp.
Beau sat back, pupils blown and chest heaving, before her eyes widened in horror as she realized she-
“Beauregard.” Imogen said quietly, sitting up slowly and- gods above, she looked like sin made flesh; hair ruffled and cheeks red, lips red from biting them, that irritatingly attractive hat slightly askew and her shirt hiked up to reveal some of her bra as she leaned down to Beau, reaching down and…
Imogen clicked her tongue in disapproval as she rubbed her fingers over Beau’s cunt through her soaked pants, letting her fingers ghost over where she knew her clit was as she pulled her hand away.
“You really came just from eating me out?” Imogen asked, almost in disbelief, raising an amused eyebrow and Beau’s cheeks grew hot. “What did I say about coming without permission?”
“That I’d be punished if I did.”
“That’s right.” Imogen cooed, cupping Beau’s face with both hands and kissing her, deep and slow. When she pulled away, she stayed close, her breath ghosting across Beau’s lips.
“That’s right, because two penny whores who come without permission don’t deserve rewards.” She whispered, and Beau whimpered. “Take me to your bedroom, Beauregard.”
———
Beau’s bedroom was chic and cozy, a little cluttered, with a four poster bed, but Imogen didn’t really care about any of that as she turned on the LEDs with a smile, watching Beau strip in the middle of the room. She was beautiful, all dark skin and muscles and scars and eyes that stared back at Imogen with an emotion she couldn’t name but that drove Imogen crazy.
Imogen stripped off her top and bra, setting her hat on the dresser and tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sat on the edge of the bed, setting the strap Beau had handed to her a minute ago next to her on the bed.
“Over my lap.” She commanded, and Beau almost fell over herself to follow the order, and soon she was gripping one of the bedposts as Imogen ran rough hands over her ass.
“You should thank me, Beauregard. I’m only going to give you ten, because you’re so good with your tongue.”
“Thank you ma’am.” Beau breathed, sounding reverent in a way that went straight to Imogen’s cunt.
“Color?”
“Green, please ma’am-”
“Count.” Imogen said, before she gripped Beau’s braid, pulling her head back at the same time as she delivered the first strike to Beau’s ass. Beau cried out a strangled ”one”, followed quickly by two and three as Imogen continued to rain down blows.
Imogen could feel her patience thinning as Beau writhed in her lap, the need to just fuck her bordering on overwhelming as they finally reach ten and Beau’s body went limp in her lap, and two of Imogen’s fingers slid into Beau, made easy from how goddamn wet she was. Imogen swore to herself under her breath as Beau whimpered, shifting her hips to try and fuck herself onto Imogen’s fingers.
Imogen couldn’t believe she was real.
“On the bed now darlin’, I’m not done with you yet.” Imogen whispered, as Beau summoned all of her energy to move, laying down in the middle of the bed. Imogen stood up, shaking her head.
“Hands and knees, sugar. You did so good with that mouth of yours earlier, I reckon you can do it again.” She said, and Beau’s cunt throbbed as she looked to see Imogen tightening the last strap on the harness, a coincidentally perfect light purple dildo now strapped to her hips.
“Come on baby girl, show me how much fun you’re having.” Imogen drawled, digging her fingers into Beau’s braid as the other woman crawled towards her, wrapping her lips around the tip of the dildo.
Beau moaned around the silicone, relaxing into Imogen’s grip as she slowly started to thrust into Beau’s mouth, marveling at how desperate Beau was to please her. She enjoyed the view of Beau’s lips wrapped around her cock for a couple moments, relishing in Beau’s little moans and whimpers, before she pulled her off her, pushing her back. Beau’s momentum sent her onto her back, and Imogen crawled on top of her, kneeling between her legs.
Beau spread her legs further, welcoming Imogen between them, whining as Imogen’s callused hands ran up her stomach to her chest, squeezing her small breasts and scratching her nails over her abs, before she pressed her thumb against Beau’s clit, rubbing in slow circles as Beau writhed beneath her, back arching and hands scrambling for a grip on anything, ro no avail.
“Tell me what you want, sugar, or I can’t give it to you.” Imogen drawled, leaning down to suck bruises onto the skin of Beau’s neck and chest, scraping teeth across collarbones and tongue against pulse points, all the while listening to Beau’s needy whimpers and moans as she tried to form the words to answer Imogen’s question.
“Words, princess, or we call it a night right now.”
“Fuck me.” Beau whined, arching her back into Imogen’s lips as she took a nipple in her mouth, biting down just enough for Beau’s hips to jump underneath her.
“Beg.”
“Fucking hell please, I need it, I need you inside me, I’ll do anything, just please fuck me already, it hurts, I nee-“ Beau choked on her words as she was filled, Imogen’s strap disappearing inside of her, the motion punctuated by the lewd snap of Imogen’s hips meeting the backs of Beau’s thighs as she thrust into her.
Imogen was still for a while, watching Beau gasp underneath her, gripping sheets and moving her hips in a sad attempt to get more. She was staring straight up, eyes glassy as she whined.
“Say thank you, Beauregard. I gave you want you wanted.” Imogen drawled, leaning over her. “What has you so distracted you can’t remember your manners…” Imogen trailed off as she followed Beau’s gaze to…
The mirror attached to the canopy of Beau’s bed was huge, a full length thing that currently displayed Beau’s naked, needy body in all its glory, and Imogen, topless, her strap buried deep inside her. Imogen bit back a laugh and leaned back, rubbing a slow circle over Beau’s clit.
“That’s mighty useful, ain’t it?” Imogen asked, taking Beau’s answering gasp as confirmation. “I’m gonna fuck you now, sugar, and you’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna thank me the whole time, understood? And don’t look away.” Imogen nodded at the mirror. “Give yourself a show.”
Imogen then gripped Beau’s thighs, pulled her hips back, and slammed into Beau again, pulling her onto her cock and making the other woman sob.
“Thank you.” Beau gasped, gripping the sheets, and Imogen grinned, arousal pulsing through her body as she picked up the pace.
The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, accompanied by Imogen’s quiet groans and the never ending chorus of “thank you thank you thank you” from Beau. In the mirror, Beau kept her eyes on the portrait they painted; herself and the woman who walked straight out of a wet dream and somehow into Beau’s real life. She clenched around the dildo inside her, eyes rolling back as Imogen’s thumb returned to her clit.
“Alright darlin’, I need one more thing from you.” Imogen asked, and Beau could hardly focus on her words as she looked away from the mirror and to Imogen. Her purple hair was plastered to her forehead, her eyes wild and hungry, her lips red and raw from biting them and her whole body flushed, her strong arms flexing as she continued to fuck Beau at a relentless pace. Beau moaned, leaning up, suddenly desperate to kiss her.
A hand around her throat stopped her, pushing her firmly back into the mattress as Imogen was suddenly above her, straddling her and still drilling into her like her life depended on it. Beau gasped, eyes wide as she was suddenly curtained in by Imogen’s hair, held in place by her firm hand.
“Bad girl.” She whispered, squeezing ever so lightly. A warning.
Beau whimpered, eyes falling shut. So much all at once and yet not enough.
“One more favor, baby.” Imogen whispered, biting at her earlobe.
“Yes ma’am.” Beau breathed, her whole body tensing as Imogen picked up her pace, hurling Beau towards climax.
“Come for me, sugar.”
———
Beau came to in clean pajamas, on clean sheets, in bed, with Imogen perched on the side of her mattress, hair wet and wearing one of Beau’s shirts. Beau blinked, looking around in confusion.
“Shhh.” came Imogen’s voice. She was quiet, now, and she stroked Beau’s hair, which made her realize her hair had been braided anew.
“You blacked out.” Imogen said, cheeks warming. “Only for a few minutes but you were really out of it so I figured I’d get you clean and let you rest. You’ve been asleep for half an hour.”
Beau laughed, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Well fuck.” She said, reaching for Imogen’s hand. “Come to bed then, I can’t just send you home. Thank you. Genuinely. For… for everything, really. That was probably the best sex of my life.”
Imogen turned bright red, sliding under the covers beside Beau and turning the lights off. “You don’t mean that.”
“I definitely do.” Beau laughed, hands finding Imogen’s waist and pulling her in, leaning into her space. “I’d love to give you a taste of your own medicine, if you’d be interested. Tomorrow, if you aren’t busy.”
Imogen bit her lip, nodding slightly. “I could be convinced. Tomorrow you said?”
“Mhm. But for now, maybe a kiss and some sleep?”
“Mhm.” Imogen echoed, leaning in to capture Beau’s lips.
“Night, Imogen.” Beau murmured, burying her nose into Imogen’s hair as they lay together in bed.
Imogen smiled into the night, resting her hand atop Beau’s.
“Night night, sugar.”