I will never forgive you

by InCase

Summary:

After twenty years of no contact, Beverly Carpenter barges back into Stella's life. The girl who bullied her mercilessly in high-school grew into a beautiful woman who... Says that she is sorry? Who says that she would do anything to earn her forgiveness?

Stella does not care, and neither does the black pit at the bottom of her heart. What Stella wants is not to forgive. She wants to see Beverly suffer.

Notes:

Doesn't it ever bother you when the 'I got to fuck my bully' stories end up with everybody walking away happy? I don't think it should be that simple...

This one came out a bit long! And it is possibly a beginning of a series. I feel like these two have more in them. Let me know if you would like a continuation! I am thinking alternating chapters from Stella's and Beverly's POV's.

Chapter 1

Beverly fucking Carpenter was in her office, and she was more beautiful than ever. It was all Stella could do not to scream.

The memories of high school never quite left Stella, always close, always bubbling away in the deep dark recesses of her heart. The bullying, the shame, the constant unending anxiety that was every day of her life... And Beverly always at the center of it, tormenting her and whatever friends Stella managed to hold on to. The girl they all were measured to and found wanting every time. Perfect, skinny, rich, my-dad-is-the-mayor, cheerleading squad, handsome boyfriend and all the other cliches Stella teenage Stella pretended she did not care about.

The demon from her nightmares was here to torture her again. Stella discreetly pinched herself under her desk, just to be sure she was not having another dream. It was real. Stella's heart sunk; Beverly was really there.

Beverly was a vicious beauty as a teen, and she knew it. Every single move she made screamed 'I am better than you, and I will make you suffer for it.' But now? The woman who glided into her office had a serene fucking smile that whispered 'We both know that I am better than you... But that's ok. I will not make a big deal out of it if you don't. That would be so gauche...'

"Hello! I hope I am not interrupting? I am looking for Stella? Owner of Stellar Defense?" The long legged, blue eyed, blonde demon spoke. God fucking damn it, even her voice got sexier somehow.

"Eh?" Stella the owner of Stellar Defense responded as eloquently as she was capable of at this moment.

Beverly smiled placidly as she waited for the sentence to continue. When it did not, her perfect fucking smile slipped, a tiny notch.

"Ahem... My friend Lisa Woodland told me that you've organised a wonderful women's self defence course for her company? Am I at the right... place?" Beverly continued, looking around. "I am looking into organising a similar course for my church group..."

Stella's mind began to slowly spin back into gear. This was about work? Beverly Carpenter came here... To hire her? That would only make sense if... She did not know who Stella was. She felt her body grow numb.

Beverly did not recognise her.

And why would she? Twenty years of hard work reforged Stella into a different woman. She felt at her legs, half expecting to find them round and soft... But no, all muscle. She was not that girl anymore... And even if she was, why would Beverly Carpenter remember some fat little worm she tormented twenty years ago?

Beverly sighed like a higher being suffering lower creature's folly. Her eyes wandered as she waited for Stella to get her shit together. Stella registered the exact moment when the other woman saw the pride flag hanging next to her trophies. The smile tightening, the narrowing of eyes. Yep, looks like good old Beverly still did not like the gays very much. Anger filled Stella, pushing the numbness out.

"I am sorry. I am not interested in working with you. Goodbye," she managed to say.

Beverly tilted her head slightly and said: "Excuse me?"

"My schedule is full. Get out of my office," Stella said. She had many, many fantasies about telling this woman off if she ever met her again... But now, when it came to it? She just felt tired.

"Is this how you treat potential clients?" Beverly huffed "Well, fine then. But you just lost out on a class of nearly thirty women-"

"Good. Get out of my office before I remove you myself."

Beverly reeled back, as if slapped in the face. Stella suspected she was not used to not getting her way. Or maybe it was the implied physical threat... Yes it was probably the threat. Beverly gripped her little purse tighter, and squared her perfect, slender little shoulders.

"Oh, I will leave... And I will tell every single one of the women I know not to ever do business with Stella... Stella" Beverly trailed off, frustrated at not knowing the name of the woman whose business she resolved to ruin. She smiled viciously as she spotted the kickboxing trophies. Three angry little steps put her close enough to read the plaques.

Stella braced herself. Beverly's anger seemed to leak out of her as she read the name. "Stella Sorrentino..."

Beverly stood there, for a silent eternity, her back turned to Stella. She felt relieved. Beverly recognized her... She didn't know what she would do if she didn't. She wanted Beverly to remember her name for the rest of her life... It was only fair.

Slowly, Beverly turned around. Her shoulders stiff as she looked at Stella. Her face awash with emotion Stella never thought she'd see on that perfect face, even in her wildest dreams and fantasies.

Shame.

"O-oh..." Beverly whispered, looking deflated. Stella had never seen a person's demeanor change this quickly. It was amazing.

"Yeah,"

"You... You look different-"

"Yeah. Not a 'fat pig' anymore..." Stella said, greatly enjoying Beverly's flinch at hearing her favourite insult.

Beverly opened her mouth to speak, before closing it, having said nothing. Then she did it again. Then again.

"I- I think I'll see myself out..." Beverly said finally, as she turned around to leave.

Stella felt vaguely disappointed. This was it? Her heart was hammering in her throat, her whole body tense, ready for... Anything. She forced herself to breathe, to calm down. It did not feel right. She'd dreamt of this moment so many times! Beverly did not get to just... Leave.

Except the woman was not leaving. Beverly stopped in front of the door and stood there for a long time; her hand on the knob, shoulders tense. Only the slow movement of her chest letting Stella know that she was alive and breathing.

"I'm- I'm sorry..." Beverly said, her voice barely above a whisper.

What was that?

When Stella did not answer, Beverly turned around and marched towards her desk, looking scared.

"Ahem... Stella. I- I always told myself that if I ever- ever was to speak to you again I would... I would make it right! It was so awful of me to- to- I am not- I am not this kind of person... I've- I've thought about you so- so- I-" Beverly stuttered out before growing silent. She stood there for a good minute, saying nothing, her throat working madly, staring at her. Stella had no clue what to do, so she just waited, watching Beverly.

When the woman spoke again, the unearthly grace was back in her voice: "I would like to apologise for my unacceptable behaviour towards you Stella... It was so unchrist-like... If there's anything I can do to earn your forgiveness, name it."

Stella almost choked on her tongue hearing those words. A flush threatened to spread on her face.

One of Stellas life's greatest shames in life was exactly how often she thought of Beverly "making it up to her." Usually on her knees, Beverly's head between Stella's legs, using her mouth to atone. She'd spent so many sleepless nights , back in high-school, impotently raging, fantasizing of all the ways she would get revenge one day. When did those dreams turn sexual? Stella could not quite recall...

But even after she graduated, Beverly never quite left her. She grew alongside Stella, always there in her fantasies and nightmares. Her's was the face Stella saw when fucking other women, and when she needed motivation to finish a tough workout. Her god damned evil north star.

And here she was now, reenacting Stella's favourite sexual fantasy. She felt herself get wet in an almost pavlovian response. It took all Stella had not to start staring openly at the womans breasts.

"There is nothing... There is nothing you can do Beverly. Now get out. I have a busy day ahead of me." It wasn't quite true, but Stella did not trust herself around this woman right now.

"How about later? I could come back in the evening? I mean it Stella, I want to make things right between us." Beverly said, sounding oddly... Earnest.

If Stella did not know any better she would actually believe that the woman in front of her meant her words. Make things right? Stella almost laughed in Beverly's face. Nothing would ever make things right.

"Hey, I always wondered... Who was it that kept spray painting 'Dyke' on my car in the senior year?"

Beverly flushed slightly, but her serene fucking smile did not change one bit. "I did it."

"You? Not Adam? Not the boys?"

"No, it was me... Every time," Beverly said, her eyes not leaving Stella's.

Stella sat back, and looked at the woman for a long time, taking her sudden intensity in. There was something there in her eyes... Something desperate. Finally Stella came to a decision.

"Come back this evening. Eight pm."

***

Stella cancelled all of her classes and appointments for the rest of the day and went home. She needed to prepare herself.

She believed herself to be a good person. The kind of person who gave to charity and put the cart back into the corrall after shopping. She treated others with kindness, because she knew how it felt to be given none. Hell, she even believed in forgiveness. Over the years she'd run into some of the kids who bullied her, and every time she found it in herself to forgive them.

They were just kids after all. Who didn't do stupid shit when they were young? And how many of the bullies just acted out their awful home lives? Stella was lucky to have a family as warm and accepting as hers. Not everybody had that.

Beverly Carpenter was the exception. When she looked inside of herself for forgiveness, she found only a black pit of... Something ugly. She did not want to forgive her, she wanted her to suffer; to see her crawling on the ground begging and being given nothing in return. She wanted her to feel exactly the way Stella felt when they were in high school. Scared, pathetic and ugly.

As she stood in front of the mirror, putting on makeup, she felt her resolve harden: tonight, she was going to make Beverly Carpenter suffer. She would do anything, short of criminal, to make it so. And Beverly gave her a perfect opening.

The woman in the mirror smiled a vicious smile, her lips red and full. Long, black curly hair, cascading over strong shoulders. Wine colored turtleneck stretched nicely over her full figure; every hard earned muscle visible. The black skirt hugged her ass and thick thighs deliciously. Dark stockings and black high heels finished the outfit. She wanted to be as tall as possible, when she stood over what was left of Beverly.

And if there was a part of her that could not let go of the image of Beverly on her knees, eating her pussy? That was irrelevant. This was not what tonight was about... It was about righteous vengeance.

***

It was 08:05 pm and Stella was beginning to feel righteous vengeance slowly leak out of her. The bitch was not coming. She stood in her office, looking out on the car park, waiting for the last thirty minutes and for what? She was, once again, alone on a friday night while Beverly probably gallivanted around town with some man... Whatever she said to Stella already forgotten.

My, it was High-School all over again...

Stella was about to go home, when an honest to god, pink BMW pulled into a parking spot in front of her gym. Was this woman seriously driving this monster around?! Beverly got out, looking resolved. Gone was the everyday beauty from earlier today. This version of Beverly was ready for anything. Her hair styled in an intricate french twist that Stella had no hope of ever pulling off. Stylish coat, thrown over a white blouse and beige skirt combo. Pale stockings and white pumps completed the outfit. All of them designer, Stella was certain. All of them fit perfectly.

The gentle knock on the door let Stella know it was go time. She looked around her tiny little office, little more than a box with a couch, desk and some trophies. But it was her box! She owned it and the whole god-damned building! She worked hard for years, sacrificed so much. She wasn't given anything because her daddy was rich. This was her territory... She dimmed the lights, and sat on the couch, her legs crossed. She made sure to arrange herself as casually as she could, before she called:

"Come in!"

Beverly sauntered in like she owned the place, faltering only slightly when she saw Stella. Her eyes widened, as she took in her thick legs and arms. Earlier today, Stella wore baggy clothes... Now she was showing off. Stella allowed a smirk to grace her face, but she stayed silent.

"Oh! I'm sorry, am I late?" Beverly spoke with a cute smile. She looked so goddamned adorable that Stella wanted to rear-naked-choke her ass until she felt life drain from her body.

"Yes," Stella said instead of doing that.

Beverly stood there, perhaps waiting for Stella to do her part of the small talk. Stella enjoyed the silence as it stretched. Beverly broke first.

"Ahem... You may not believe me, and I would understand why, but I spent a long, long time thinking about what I would do if I ever met you again... I honestly thought about reaching out but I did not know if you would remember me..."

Stella could not help but laugh. She would never forget Beverly. She would be on her deathbed, her own name gone from her mind, but she would remember Beverly's. She would take Beverly's name with her straight down to hell when it was her time.

"I am serious! Look... I was a horrible, horrible bitch to you and others in High-School... And I am sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am..." Beverly said, her hands tight on her purse, her face a perfect picture of contrition. "I was dealing with some... Self image issues back then and I, unfairly, took them out on you-"

"I don't care about your sad fucking backstory," Stella interrupted her.

Beverly jolted, looking incredulous. Stella smiled wider seeing that.

"You- you don't care... Of course... Why would you care?" Beverly whispered, more to herself than Stella. She shook her head and tried again: "Ahem... You seem like a practical woman... I want to give to charity... Any-" Beverly paused briefly, eyeing the pride flag, before continuing: "Any charity of your choosing-"

"I don't want your daddy's money," Stella spoke sharply. "Or your husbands."

Beverly's pink lips tightened into a thin line. She said nothing, as she slowly breathed in and out. She was beginning to look frustrated, making Stella's black heart leap for joy.

"In that case... Let me tell you how... Wretched I've felt every day since High-School ended. A day does not go by when I don't wish I could take back all of the awful things I've said and did... Look, I believe in kindness and- and forgiveness... In Christ... I also believe that you need to back up thoughts with deeds, otherwise they're just-"

"Get on your hands and knees and bark like a dog," Stella said, not able to restrain herself. She was not here to listen to this drivel any longer.

Beverly's response was, for the most part, to just blink and sputter: "W-what? What? Excuse me?"

"Get on your hands and knees, and bark like a dog for me Beverly. That's what I want," Stella said slowly, as if she was speaking to a child.

Beverly stared at her confused. A hint of disgust touched her perfect fucking features. "You- you are not serious."

"I am. I don't want your apologies, or your money or your sad fucking life's story. You want to back up your words? Great! I want to see you on your knees barking like a bitch..."

Over the next twenty seconds, Beverly's face told a story of her changing emotions. Confusion changing into irritation, growing into anger which then, oh so slowly, eased into resignation.

"You just want..." Beverly said slowly, each word quieter than the last. "I am here to be humiliated? Is that what you want… Really?"

"Yes," She answered, enjoying the sight of Beverly's heart breaking. She really thought Stella would just... Forgive her? Because she said she's sorry? How stupid was this woman?

Beverly stood there, for a very long time, her eyes boring into Stella's. This was the deciding moment. The Beverly she knew, the teenage psychopath, would never back down if she truly wanted something. Was this woman still like that? How far would she go in her supposed 'quest for forgiveness'?

The psycho in question, nodded to herself and - with unbearable slowness - took off her coat before neatly placing it on Stella's desk.

"If that's what it takes..." Beverly said, her voice firm. Stella almost felt bad for her. She actually thought she could earn forgiveness.

And then... Boy oh boy, sometimes dreams do come true! It was the greatest joy of Stella's life to see Beverly Carpenter get on her knees in front of her; face full of resolve, never taking her eyes off of Stella. Then a moment she would remember forever: Beverly opened her perfect pink little mouth and barked loudly. Her full breasts shaking with the force of it.

Beverly's white blouse was awfully tight around her chest, testing Stella's resolve to keep this situation from becoming sexual. But she held strong, focusing on the misery on Beverly's face. Stella leaned back on the couch and settled in for the show.

"Good girl! Now do it again. Keep barking until I tell you to stop."

Beverly swallowed hard and barked again, louder this time. She kept doing it again and again, varying in pitch and intensity, embarrassment growing on her face. At first, her back was straight, her head held high, but it lowered with each bark. She looked at Stella with incredulity, the longer it went on. Stella just smiled at her, enjoying the show.

It was becoming more and more difficult not to look at Beverly's breasts. The flush on her face was... Delightful... It looked almost like arousal. Almost... Stella felt the lines in her mind blurring, but she reminded herself: This was about humiliation! Revenge!

"Ahem... Beverly? I said 'hands and knees'. Dog's don't stand on two legs," Stella said, unable to hide her laugh. The woman flushed even harder, as she looked down at her arms, stiff at her sides. Then, she closed her eyes and went down on all fours.

"Good girl... Now, enough barking. Look at me..." Stella spoke sharply.

Beverly looked up at Stella, her mouth slightly parted. She looked delightfully embarrassed and anxious. Her eyes were dark, pupils wide. Was it fear, or something else? Stella considered for a moment, how far she wanted to take this, and decided to go the distance. She stood up, making Beverly jump a bit, and went to her desk.

She found what she was looking for in the top drawer. She brought it from home, in a moment wild optimism combined with mad genius. She raised it up, for Beverly to see. The woman's eyes bulged out, when she saw the dog collar and a leash.

"Now, let's go for a walk girl!" Stella said, looking down on her little doggie.

"Stella... I-" Beverly choked out, staring at the collar. "Is this really... Necessary? If we could just talk-"

"Dogs can't speak," Stella spoke sharply. "Now, let's see if it fits!"

Beverly's mouth was a thin grim line as Stella put the collar on her. She kept glancing from Stella to the door. Did she consider leaving? Or did she think that she was going to take her outside? Even Stella wasn't crazy enough to do that. She almost reassured Beverly, but stopped herself. No mercy.

The collar fit, better than she could ever imagine. It was thin, cute and pink. It made Beverly's already long and elegant neck look even more beautiful. Beverly stared at the lead, her expression a sight to behold. Were those tears she saw in her eyes? If only Stella was so lucky.

"Alright girl! Let's go! Do you wanna go?" She bent over and asked Beverly with a wide grin! "Do you wanna go, girl? Answer me Beverly!"

"Y-yes?" The other woman spoke, her voice breaking.

Stella's answer was to tug at the leash, forcing Beverly to follow behind her. She took her on a short circuit around her office, aiming to finish at the front door. It was not possible for a human to crawl on the ground while looking dignified, but Beverly made a good attempt at it. Her pert little ass swayed with each step she took closer to the doors, inviting Stella to grab it. She barely stopped herself. Stella could feel Beverly pull back at the leash, more and more, the closer they got to the door; her expression growing more panicked, but she still went along. It was almost impressive.

Stella put one hand on the door handle; the other tugged at Beverly's leash, forcing her to come closer. She saw the exact moment when the woman resigned herself to going outside; grim determination mixing with terrible shame fighting on her face. Strands of long blonde hair that escaped her updo framing her face in the dim light of the office. Stella felt strong twin urges: to kiss the woman and to yank her hair until she cried.

"Ready to go?" She said, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she saw Beverly's breathing speed up. Real panic in her eyes.

"Y-yes... I'm ready," the woman choked out, through tears in her eyes.

Really? She was willing to go out, in public, on a god-damned dog leash for a long shot at earning a scrap of forgiveness? Stella was almost impressed. For a brief moment, Stella allowed herself to believe that the woman meant her apology. A small tendril of guilt sneaked itself inside Stella. She shook her head, hard.

"Hey, Beverly, was it you who stole all of my clothes after gym class that one time?"

Beverly looked at the door "It- it was Adam..."

"Hmm... Really? And who gave him the idea to do it?"

Beverly closed her eyes, resigned. "Me."

Stella thought back to that day. The shame she felt as she begged her classmates to go to the teacher, and betrayal as they all refused. Beverly's smug face as she enjoyed her panic. Then, having to go out, in her underwear to try and find a teacher to help. There! No more guilt.

She smiled as she slowly turned the handle, savoring Beverly's panic. Then, the absolute misery as she began opening the door... Oh, if only.

"Just kidding! I would not take you outside like this... I don't want to be seen with a dog this weird," she said easily. Beverly almost collapsed on the ground in relief.

Stella did not let her rest, she dragged her along towards the desk.

"Alright, enough lazing around girl! Heel!" Stella said, as she slapped her right hip.

Beverly, in a display of obedience that made Stella's clit pulse, crawled towards her, and sat by her leg. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked up at Stella. A perfect picture of shame and misery.

"Having fun, girl? I am."

Beverly's face twisted into a visage of perfect outrage and incredulity. "No! This is- this is humiliating! As I am sure you are aware!"

"Really? I thought we were having fun!"

"You- I-" Beverly choked on her words. It took deliberate slow breathing for her to be able to continue "I am happy... That you're enjoying this."

Now, this just would not do. Gracious Beverly made for an unhappy Stella.

"You look really good in a dog collar by the way. Very sexy," Stella said, then she winked at her little doggy.

Beverly flushed bright red and stiffened, suddenly unable to look Stella in the eye. Her reaction was so adorable, it was all Stella had in her, not to jump the woman then and there.

The certain evil part of Stella considered the idea more and more. How far was Beverly willing to go? Stella knew herself well enough to understand that when it came to this woman she was not exactly reasonable. She promised herself that this evening was not sexual but... The black pit inside of her was hungry, and Beverly looked delicious.

"What do you think I should do to you, Beverly?" Stella asked her, her voice hoarse.

Beverly twitched, and forced herself to look back at Stella. Her eyes dark, her pupils huge, skin flushed. Stella almost allowed herself to believe that she was as aroused as her, but knew it was just delusion. This was a straight girl, who wanted to be punished to make herself feel like she wasn't a piece of trash.

"I... Don't know..." Beverly whispered.

Stella licked her lips, suddenly feeling thirsty. She had a bunch of ideas for humiliating things Beverly could do, mostly inane bullshit... But now? All of those felt childish... She wanted to- she wanted to-

"You know, Beverly... I've always... Thought that you were hot. Did you know that?" Stella spoke, without thinking.

Beverly's eyes widened, surprise clear on her face. "O-oh... I-... Oh..."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"I... It's... Fine," Beverly answered, not looking at Stella.

"Really? Not at all? What If... I told you that I... Thought about sucking on your nipples? Many, many times?"

Beverly's mouth formed a perfect little O as she stared at Stella. She did not know what demon posessed her to say this, but she loved the expression, so she continued.

"Yeah... I did. Can you imagine that? My tongue on your nipples as I... Finger you until you come... Over and over. I have thought about that so many times. And I guarantee that many other women thought about it too... You being as cute as you are..."

Stella waited for the disgust to blossom on Beverly's face but... It did not. She just stared at her, looking flushed. Her eyes were wide and dark... Waiting. She'd seen eyes like that before, many times. On women who enjoyed being told what to do. Eyes that promised obedience, no matter what.

Those eyes were what did Stella in.

"Beverly... Take off your blouse," Stella heard herself say. Shame filled her anew, but she ignored it. This was Beverly fucking Carpenter.

She watched Beverly as she flinched, hearing the order. Her dainty fists tensing on her lap, pulling at the fabric of her skirt. The woman looked away from Stella, her expression pained. Well this is it then. She took it too far... She just had to- A trembling hand rose to the topmost button of Beverly's blouse. She fumbled with it twice, before managing it.

Beverly's collarbone was, predictably, perfect, especially when framed by the pink dog collar. Stella felt her legs go weak when Beverly let another button lose; she would have fallen over if not for the desk she leaned on. The white blouse opened, button by button, revealing pale skin between Beverly's breasts, the white bra holding them, her flat belly.

In a few jerky moves, Beverly shook off the blouse, struggling a bit with the sleeves. There was no grace left in her movements. What little of her face Stella could see was crimson.

"Beverly... Look at me," Stella said.

Beverly took her time looking up. Stella gasped, any resolve she had left crumbled, the black void within her swallowed it all. All that was left was her lust and anger. And the woman she was going to take it out on.

The woman kneeling in front of her was a beautiful mess. Her hair, escaping the french twist, fell on her slender shoulders. Stella expected her to hide, but she did not, her chest pushed out, posture perfect as usual. Lacy white bra straps dug slightly into the skin of her shoulder, framing her cleavage, drawing Stella's eyes in. But it was Beverly's face that she enjoyed the most.

Beverly looked up at her, with tears in her eyes, shivering slightly. Was it cold or fear? Or lust, whispered the black void in her heart... Maybe she wanted it as much as Stella did?

"Penny for your thoughts Beverly... You've been awfully quiet."

The other woman looked at her, something sad passing through her expression.

"Just... Thinking about the past," Beverly whispered.

"Really? Am I not giving you enough to think about in the present? Maybe I should step it up..." Stella purred back.

"I... Think you should do what you... What you want to do..."

Well this was all the permission she needed. Before she could think herself out of it, Stella set on a course of action. She kicked off one of her heels, and lifted her left foot to Beverly's chest. The black stockings contrasted violently with Beverly's pale skin as she pressed her toes into the other woman's collarbone.

Beverly's surprised yelp and a jump was music to Stella's ears. The look of incredulity she shot her she would treasure for the rest of her life.

"What- What are you doing?!" Beverly demanded. Some of her earlier confidence flooded back into her voice.

"Just playing with my doggy..." Stella said, as she tugged on Beverly's leash forcing her to shuffle a bit closer.

Stella continued exploring Beverly's chest with her foot. She traced a line from the pit of her neck, to her sternum and veered off to the left sliding her foot under the heavy breast. Beverly’s squeak as she lifted it with her foot was amazing. Stella spent some time playing with the other woman, finding out what made her squirm. The breasts were a big one, but so were the armpits. Turns out she was sensitive there and around her neck. Stella filed that information for later use.

Beverly's expression grew more and more defiant as the game went on. She glanced back and forth between Stella's face and her foot, looking incredulous. Like she was above being stepped on! The doors were right there if she didn't want to play anymore!

"Open your mouth Beverly," Stella demanded.

"What... Are you going to do?"

"Me? Not much. But you will suck on my toes for me like a good girl..." Stella said with the brightest smile she could muster.

Beverly's response was to gasp and stare at her, uncomprehending. Then, the dawning understanding turning into delicious shame. Beverly turned to her left, and looked at her blouse on the floor. Stella traced her gaze to the coat, then to the door.

"Alright..." Beverly whispered, her voice hoarse. Then, a sight Stella would never forget. Beverly leaning in closer and opening her mouth wide, waiting for her.

She almost tackled the woman, but she restrained herself. This was happening. For whatever foolish reason Beverly was not going to stop her. She would do everything and anything Stella wanted. She almost pinched herself again.

Instead, she lifted her foot from Beverly's chest and pressed the toes against her cheek, eliciting an undignified squeal. The angry confused look Beverly shot her was worth it.

"Whoops, sorry! Bad aim... Open wide!"

Stella giggled, as she pressed her foot against Beverly's now closed mouth. The woman looked up at her with frustration, before slowly opening her mouth. Stella slid her stocking clad foot into Beverly's waiting mouth with a sigh. To her surprise, the woman licked the toes immediately, her lips locking around the knuckles without needing to be told to. Stella moaned at the sensation.

She did not think she had a foot fetish, but she loved seeing women do this to her. Now that she thought about it, every single woman she made to suck her foot was a blonde. She should probably bring it up with her therapist.

Beverly's eyes were closed as she swirled her tongue eagerly over Stella's foot, soaking the stocking with her saliva. Her breath hot and fast between the toes... Stella imagined the woman savoring the taste and shivered.

"Good girl..." she moaned. "Why don't you... Moan for me a bit... Show me how much you like it..."

Beverly did so, after a slight pause. Her first moans were quiet, uncertain, but she grew more confident quickly. She moaned long and deep, as she sucked Stella's big toe in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth.

Stella let the woman do so for a while, enjoying the way her moans made her foot vibrate and tingle, before she pulled it out of Beverly's mouth without warning. The other woman gasped and leaned in further, trying to recapture the foot before realizing what she'd done and blushing even harder. A string of saliva connecting her lips to the toe glistened in the dim light of the office. Stella almost came seeing it. Instead, she straightened her foot and presented the arch to Beverly.

"Kiss it..."

The woman did so, her lips impossibly.

"Lick it..."

She did, her eyes focused on her task, her hot tongue leaving a trail of cooling saliva all over Stella's arch.

"Higher... Go up."

Beverly did so after a slight pause, licking along Stella's ankle, then up the side of her thick calf. Her lips and tongue marking a path up with kisses and licks. She paused around the knee, unsure what to do.

"I did not tell you to stop Beverly," Stella purred, enjoying the view. Enjoying what was to come soon.

"I... Your skirt is in the way," Beverly whispered, not looking her in the eye.

Stella sighed and hiked up her skirt, exposing her thigh and black lingerie. Then, in a fit of lustful confidence, she hooked her thumbs under her panties and rolled them down, revealing her wet pussy.

She stubbornly refused to trim herself earlier today. Insisting that this evening was not about sex... As a result the situation downstairs was a bit wild. Oh well...

Beverly stared at it, her face a mixture of fear and something else. Something that on any other woman's face Stela would know to be lust. But on Beverly's? Stella did not know and the black pit inside her did not care.

She made a show of rolling down her panties and stepping out of them. Beverly drank in each and every motion silently. When Stella was done, she leaned back on the desk and spread her legs wide, presenting herself to the woman kneeling before her. Beverly remained motionless.

"Well? Keep going Beverly..."

Beverly did not stop watching Stella's pussy as she stuttered "I- I- I can't- I-"

"Beverly... Why are you still here?" Stella asked.

The woman bit her lip, sending a spike of arousal through Stella.

"I... I don't know..."

Stella sighed, taking the trembling woman in. She looked flushed and uncertain. Any shreds of dignity left blown to the wind. The most beautiful woman she'd ever known kneeling between her legs ready to do whatever Stella wanted... She just needed a little push. A gentle tug on the leash was enough. Beverly let out a quiet whimper as she realized what was happening, but she did not resist. She let herself be led.

 

Right between Stella's thighs, her nose almost touching her clit. So close that Stella could feel her trembling breath on her opening. Beverly's pink lips were parted, moist, her nostrils flaring. She's smelling me, Stella realized, desire nearly flooring her.

And yet Beverly remained motionless. Why wasn't she doing it?

"Beverly..."

The woman looked up, meeting her eyes. She was a vision of shame and apprehension. And yet she was still here... Why?

"Do it," Stella demanded in a tone that brokered no negotiation.

Beverly simply nodded, and then, slowly, lowered her face to Stella's crotch. She opened her mouth, her breath hot on Stella's clit and then- her tongue, soft and wet pressed against her, making Stella shiver.

She was so timid, Stella almost screamed. Licking around her lips slowly and gently, then tracing a circle around her opening. Beverly's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, intense.

"Harder... More pressure..." Stella groaned, pushing her hips out.

Beverly whimpered, but she did what she was told, her tongue and lips pressing firmly against Stella's aching pussy. It felt amazing, even these unskilled explorations. Stella tried to hold back her moans, to maintain some sort of facade of strength, but it was impossible. Beverly teased one after another out of her, quickly growing in confidence.

Stella caught Beverly glancing up at her, looking... She had no idea what she looked like. Eager? Obedient? Happy to please? Either way, she was getting into it, now licking in earnest, exploring Stella, her eyes shining with each moan she brought out.

She dug in, licking, and kissing Stella's pussy with ferocity she did not expect. She was not skilled by any means, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through Stella, making her feel weak. She wanted more!

Stella reached out and put her free hand on the woman's head, directing her efforts. Beverly froze upon the contact, but understood quickly, licking and where Stella wanted her too.

"Thaaat's right Beverley... Like this... Perfect", Stella purred, only emboldening Beverly.

Her hands, at first held timidly by her sides, rose to caress Stella's thighs. One sliding under, gently exploring her right butcheek. Stella shifted allowing the woman access, who took it greedily, kneading and caressing in earnest.

And all the while licking deep, where Stella directed her. Beverly's nose pressed into her clit as her tongue pushed deep into Stella's opening. She could feel the orgasm building, fast approaching. All the thoughts of teasing Beverly were gone. She wanted to come, and she wanted it now.

One tug at Beverly's hair brought her lips to Stella's clit. When she began licking it, circling her tongue around it Stella moaned loudly. It felt amazing, but it was not what she wanted. She pulled at Beverly's hair again and groaned.

"Suck it!"

The other woman groaned hearing those words, something animalistic flashing behind her eyes. The sensation of Beverly fucking Carpenter sucking her clit into her mouth was too much for Stella. She screamed as the orgasm took her. Her hand gripping Beverly's hair tightened, pressing the woman deeper into her pussy. Beverly, god bless her, did not stop what she was doing. She kept sucking her clit in and out of her mouth, teasing it with her tongue while watching Stella hungrily. Her eyes wide and wild.

"Fuck! Yes! Like this! Yes! Keep- keep it up!" Stella groaned out as she ground her hips into Beverly's face, who moaned happily in response. Stella's vision narrowed as every single part of her body exploded in ecstasy. The world shrinking to Beverly's beautiful blue eyes and wonderfully eager mouth.

And then it was over, and she laid back on her work desk, panting for breath. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had before. And it was the work of Beverly Carpenter. Stella laughed deep, not fully believing she was awake. If this was a dream she did not want to wake up. She pulled at Beverly's hair, stopping her mouth from bothering her oversensitive clit.

"Enough... Jesus Christ, enough..." She breathed out.

Beverly stopped, obedient as ever, but said nothing. Stella could feel her hot breath on her pussy; heard and heavy. She raised herself up, back to the semi standing position, and looked down.

Beverly looked dazed; her eyes glazed over, filled with unshed tears. Her makeup was a mess, smeared all over. Long blonde hair almost entirely free of the complex updo. Her chin smeared with Stella's juices, a long thick strand connecting her mouth to the clit. It broke, when Beverly licked her lips.

When she noticed Stella looking at her, she turned away, hiding her face, her shame evident. Stella felt a pang of something like guilt. The orgasm having chased away some of her anger... For now.

She adjusted herself while studying Beverly, who remained silent. She said nothing as Stella knelt next to her and began to, gently, unbutton her skirt. She shifted her weight slightly, allowing her dress to slide off easier. Stella smirked, she couldn't even look at me, but she wanted more?

When the dress hit the floor, Beverly tensed. She was almost naked before Stella, only lacey white lingerie remained; roses playing along the edges of the delicate pale garter belt and stockings. Beverly's hand shot out jerkily, to cover her panties before Stella managed to get a good look. Well, we can't have that...

"Beverly. Take your hand away," Stella whispered into the other woman's ear.

Beverly whimpered, before slowly acquiescing. Stella reached down, to confirm what she already suspected. The panties were soaked through. Beverly was dripping wet.

"Wow... All this, just from eating my pussy? My, ms Beverly... My, oh my," Stella purred, enjoying the look of horror and shame on Beverly's face.

"I- I don't- I-" The woman stammered out.

"Have you ever been with a woman Beverly?"

Beverly's response was a loud, bitter laugh. She closed her eyes and tried to turn away, but Stella's hand grabbing her shoulder prevented her. She squirmed for a while, before giving up.

"I've... Never... no," she finally said, sounding defeated.

"Have you ever... Thought about it?"

Beverly did not answer for a long while. When she did, Stella barely heard the words "Every day... Since I was sixteen..."

Well, that would explain some things. It did not excuse anything Beverly did... But at least now Stella knew. It did not make her feel any better about the past though... In fact, it made her feel a whole lot worse.

Actually, she felt pissed off.

She pressed down on Beverly's shoulder, toppling her over. She went down with a squawk, looking outraged. She tried to get up, but Stella's hand pressed down on her sternum, pinning her in place. With her other hand she reached into Beverly's panties and rubbed between the folds of her pussy roughly. Whatever Beverly was going to say choked out, turning into a moan.

"Oh boohoo, poor little fucking queer girl couldn't take the shame? Had to take it out on others?" Stella mocked.

"N-no I-" Beverly moaned. "Don't call me-"

Stella pushed two fingers inside Beverly, cutting off her ability to speak. She was so wet that Stella began pumping her fingers in and out without a care. Beverly bucked her hips hard, making Stella think she was fighting her, but no... She was adjusting herself for better access. Stella obliged, pushing a third finger in.

Beverly threw her head back and moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. She groaned like an animal.

"What else am I supposed to call you? This is not exactly straight behavior!" Stella laughed as she curled her fingers, pushing them into Stella's g-spot.

Beverly's pussy clenched around Stella's pumping fingers as she screamed. She came hard and loud, her hands digging into the carpet, head thrown back, hips bucking wildly, her white pumps sliding all over the floor, trying to find parchuse. Stella drank the sight in, the black void taking most of it in. This was better than any of the fantasies she'd ever had.

Before long Beverly's moans ceased, evening out into heaving gasps. Stella let go of her chest and slowed down her fingers, but did not stop. She enjoyed the sensation of pushing in and out of Beverly's too much. She knew that Beverly fully came to, when her eyes met hers again. Delight and shame dancing a jig inside.

"Hey dyke! How'd you like getting fingered?" Stella asked.

Beverly tried to look serious, but Stella's fingers made it difficult for her. "Don't- don't say that-"

"Why? Dyke? I thought it was your favourite word."

"I- I hate it! I-" Beverly groaned, frustrated. She threw her head to the side, not looking at her "I am sorry! Stella! I really am!"

Stella sneaked her hand into Beverly's hair and grabbed what was left of her updo. She twisted it hard, Forcing Beverly's to face her again. All the while, increasing the speed of her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy. The woman's eyes fluttered shut, as she groaned.

"Say it again, dyke," Stella demanded, as she leaned closer to Beverly's breasts, which looked rather delicious to her right now.

"Wha-"

"Say you're sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Keep saying it!" Stella growled right before she bit into Beverly's white bra and yanked it aside, releasing one of her full breasts. The nipple was, predictably, exactly the kind she loved: thick and surrounded by a large pink areola. It tasted like sweat and desperation.

"A-aaah! I am sorry! I am fucking sorry!" Beverly yelled, pain and pleasure mixing in her hoarse voice "Fuck! Stella! I am so- so sorry! I am sorry!"

She kept yelling it over and over, between moans and groans, in rhythm to Stella's fingers pushing deeper and deeper inside her; Her tongue flicking over her nipple.

"Every day I- I wanted to find you! I wanted to-"

Beverly screamed as Stella bit down on her nipple hard. Her words lost all coherence, becoming a rhythmic undulating moan. The Second orgasm made her thrash wildly, forcing Stella to lay down on her, using her weight to keep Beverly in place as she fingered her through it.

Stella thought about nothing in particular, as she enjoyed Beverly's scent, and the taste of her nipple. The woman took a long time to compose herself. Eventually her breathing became more controlled, her gasps sounding less like crying. Stella slowly pulled out her fingers out of Beverly, being rewarded with a muffled groan. She raised herself on one arm to look at her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks freely, but she did not look so miserable anymore. Beverly gazed right back at Stella, some of her serenity returning, but earnest this time, nothing like her previous controlled grace. She looked content, a beautiful mess; her hair wild, makeup smeared all over, her mascara a horror story. And yet she looked happy.

Two orgasms back to back will do that to a gall, Stella figured. But it was more than that: there was a new certainty in there now. Beverly Carpenter came to a decision, and it lifted some weight from her shoulders. She opened her heavenly lips and spoke gently.

"Stella... I am really... Happy that I found you again... I know that... It may not matter to you, but I really am s-"

Stella pushed her wet fingers inside Beverly's mouth roughly, making the other woman squawk. Her serene fucking smile wiped off her perfect face. Stella laughed, loud and cruel.

"Whatever dyke. How do you like your pussy juices tasting? Eh?" She said as she pushed her hand in deeper, making Beverly gag. She tried to spit the fingers out, but Stella did not make it easy for her. The resulting tussle lasted for a good ten seconds before Beverly managed to shake Stella off.

"What- What is wrong with you?!?" She spat. "Are you insane! I- I've been trying to talk this whole evening and you just-"

"My therapist says I have some unresolved anger issues, but who knows!"

"Maybe you need a better therapist because it's clearly not working!" Beverly huffed, looking very silly with the pink dog collar around her neck.

Instead of answering, Stella just tugged at the leash hard, making Beverly fall flat on her face. The woman sputtered and tried to right herself, but Stella kept pushing her down onto the floor laughing all the while. Beverly was so small and weak, she had no hope to fight back. With surprise, Stella realized that Beverly was much shorter than she was... Odd. In her dreams she was taller, always towering above her... Finally Beverly gave up and rolled onto her back, her hands crossed over her lovely chest.

"You know, I felt really bad for you for years! What the hell did I do to this poor girl, I thought! Well now I know you're an asshole!"

"Takes one to know one, bitch!"

Beverly rolled her eyes in that special way only known to very beautiful women. She sat up, out of Stella's reach and tried to get her hair out of her face with stiff jerky motions.

"Stella... Please! I am serious... In high-school... I was scared of... You know. I took it out on you... " She looked up, trying to steady herself. "It... Haunts me. Stella... Is there any way that you'd... Ever..." She trailed off looking away awkwardly.

The uncanny angel was gone. In her stead, there was just a messed up woman sitting in front of her, looking sad.

In that moment Stella believed her fully. The woman before her... For whatever reason, did regret what she did. Hell, she was more than sorry, she was willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to Stella. Twenty years of fantasies and regrets crystalised into one perfect evening. Exactly what she always wanted, Beverly Carpenter crawling before her, begging for forgiveness.

And it was not enough.

Not even close Stella realized, feeling tired. She believed Beverly... Yeah, why not? And if she tried being honest, she felt bad for her. Being in the closet was it's own kind of hell.

But it was not enough, not nearly. Not next to the yawning pit of despair Stella had been living with for her whole adult life. Some cruelties can not be forgiven just because of one fun evening together. Her anger rose, just thinking about the absurdity of it all. Forgiveness?! What was that?

"I... It's not enough," Stella managed to say, through her anger. "I can't just... No."

Beverly simply nodded in response, her eyes sad. Stella was grateful that she did not press it.

"Well... Thank you anyway... I don't think that I would have ever..." Beverly trailed off before laughing. "I am kind of a coward, you know..."

She said nothing in response. Beverly deserved nothing from her, the black pit whispered. Beverly paled seeing Stella's expression. Whatever it was she saw there told her that the evening was over. She was fully clothed and out of the door in two minutes flat, leaving Stella alone with her thoughts.

It wasn't until later that night when she realized that Beverly, in her rush to leave, took the leash and collar with her.

***

In the following week, Stella spent a lot of time thinking about the past and future. About Beverly fucking Carpenter and all the other lowlifes that made her who she was now. She wondered who she would be if Beverley never made herself a part of her life.

Stella thought about the black pit at the bottom of her soul. It hadn't always been a part of her. She wondered now, how it would be to live without it. Could she? She used to think that it was an intrinsic part of her, but now, she could feel it's edges. It did not need to be there.

She also masturbated furiously, and frequently, but that was neither here nor there. The events of the evening with Beverly would carry her sexual fantasies for the rest of her life, her house already filling up with various pet play related items she ordered online.

Also, she finally admitted to herself that she had a foot fetish. Life was too short for shame. She wondered how Beverly's feet looked like. She should have made her take off her pumps and look. Damn it.

It's been seven days since Beverly barged back into her life. Stella stayed late in her office, browsing certain websites; a galore of women flashing their slutty feet at her, when a gentle knock sounded on her office doors. She closed the laptop quickly, trying to ignore the irony of a creep teaching women how to fight off creeps.

"Yeah?" She called, hoping she did not sound as horny as she felt.

"I hope I am not... Interrupting," a serene voice answered her, as the doors opened. A voice she knew from her dreams and nightmares.

The fucking audacity of this bitch! Beverly fucking Carpenter stood in the doorway, smiling like an angel. She stepped into the room like she owned it and most certainly did not get fingered in it to a screaming orgasm just a short week ago.

"Hi... Is it a bad time?" Beverly continued, closing the door behind her.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck that did wonders to her figure, her blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders inviting Stella's hands to grab and pull- fuck! She was getting distracted! What was this bitch doing here?!

"What are you doing here?"

"I did not have your number... I would have called otherwise," Beverly answered simply, playing with the fabric around her neck.

"Called- for what? I told you I did not forgive you!" Stella yelled. She felt like she was having a stroke. She thought she was pretty clear last week.

"Yes. I know... It would be ludicrous to expect that after just one... One evening together," Beverly answered gracefully. "But... I am willing to go the distance. Whatever it takes."

Stella stared at her, not quite believing her ears. Willing to go the distance? Whatever it takes? Did this woman think she was being cute?! She was about to choke the life out of Beverly, when she noticed the way the fabric around her neck bulged out slightly. As if there was a thick piece of jewelry beneath.

Or a collar.

Stella laughed, as a small piece of the deep pool of anger and hurt at the bottom of her heart melted away into nothing. This crazy, repressed mess of a woman came here with a fucking pink dog collar hidden underneath her turtleneck to try to please her. It was not much, and it was not nearly enough, not by a long shot.

But it was a start.

Chapter 2

Notes:

I really enjoy writing these two weirdos so I'll be going the distance with this series. Each chapter will alternate POV's between Stella and Beverly. Current outline is seven chapters so I'll put that up as the chapter length but it's probably going to change.

This chapter contains a whole bunch of butt stuff. We're skipping all of the standard lezdom and getting to the weird shit! Hold on to your butts people!

Beverly Carpenter had a secret, if it could even be called that. It was a small thing, really, rather unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

The truth was that there were actually two Beverlys. There was the Real Beverly, the one you could meet in church. A mother, a daughter, a homemaker; and once, not so long ago a wife. She would be your best ally if you were lucky enough to be considered her friend and she would destroy you if you ever crossed her. She was a good Christian woman, and let nobody tell you otherwise.

Then... There was the Other Beverly, but who cares about her? She was nothing, hardly ever worth mentioning. She crawled out of her hiding hole at night, when all the good people were asleep; and thought of things best left unsaid. Sometimes, on special nights when she could hardly breathe, the Other Beverly got in her car and drove. She would sit in parking lots of certain bars and watch the women walking in and out.

She would sometimes look for a girl she once knew. One she hurt so very badly... Was she out there somewhere, among these women? She hoped so. She hoped she was happy.

She never found her girl, but sometimes - if the Other Beverly was very lucky -she would catch the women holding hands, or kissing each other. She would watch them until her heart was close to bursting, while touching herself in the most un-Christian of ways. Her fingers clawing at her clit, pinching and rubbing furiously for hours.

The drive home would be full of shame and desperate attempts to remind herself of all the things she was. Mothers did not do this. Good women did not do this. Beverly did not do this. And so, piece by piece, the Real Beverly would re-assemble herself back into her true shape. The Other one crawled back into wherever she goes during the day.

Good riddance.

***

As of late, shame tore through Beverly more often than she was comfortable with. A certain degree of shame one learned to live with, she certainly did! But this was... A bit much. Over the years she managed to put the memories of High-School away, into their appropriate places where they needn't be examined too often... But now? Now her mind was becoming a dangerous place.

One such memory burned her. It was their senior year and, once again, she managed to corner Stella in an empty classroom. By then, the other girl knew not to fight back, as it would only make things worse... So, she just stood there, looking miserable, while Beverly drew on her. In permanent marker of course.

Fat little pigs frolicked on Stella's arms, chased by fat little cows. Beverly hummed as she worked her way up the girl's soft forearm, proud of her work. She felt... Not quite happy, but content. It was just her and Stella. Her Stella. The cowering girl in front of her was her property, Beverly decided in their freshmen year. Her cute little piggy. She imagined taking her home and then... And then... Then what? What would Beverly... Do?

She paused... The pigs did not look so cute anymore. She yanked at Stella's sleeve hard, making the girl flinch. She started to write on her arm, with big angry letters.

"What are you-"

"I decided that I wanted to practice calligraphy... You are such a great canvas Stella... So much room!"

Stella grit her teeth, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. Beverly could not get enough of her rage... It was so funny! She laughed as she finished writing and dragged the other girl to the window. It was dark enough outside that their reflection was clear enough to read the angry letters on her arm.

DYKE

Tears spilled out of Stella's eyes, as she stood there helpless; her firsts clenched. Beverly drank it in, her heart full of awful things.

"What are you crying about? It's the truth," the Other Beverly said looking at their reflection.

Now, twenty years later, Beverly wanted to go back in time and strangle her younger self. This is why she had her boundaries! She had awful things inside of her, buried there with great effort. Those... Parts of her deserved nothing. And yet- and yet- And yet she was doing it again... Indulging herself. Those shameful parts of her.

Beverly tried to check her phone subtly... It would not do to be seen being distracted in church. It was barely half past noon. Still seven hours and forty minutes until she saw Stella again... Her Stella! But it wasn't 'Her Stella' anymore, was she?

Her Stella was a nice, beautiful chubby girl who was too soft, in all the best ways... Too nice. Too cowardly. Too honest. The New Stella? Oh Lord, she was not soft anymore. Not at all. She was hard; her arms strong, forcing Beverly into any position she wanted with ease. Her eyes... dark. Cruel. Beautiful.

That first evening together... She told herself that she would not let it turn into anything untoward... She knew herself well enough to understand that Stella made her forget herself... In retrospect, her obsessive stalking of the girl in high-school was obviously more than just mindless teenage cruelty.

Real Beverly went there, to Stella's gym on that first night, with every intention of showing Stella that she was different. She was better! She was nothing like that stupid cruel girl!

And then... The collar... Stella's beautiful feet. And then... Beverly shivered, thinking of it. Her lips on Stella's pussy. She'd imagined doing it for decades; to Stella, to other women. It was better than she ever hoped. Stella's moans, her hand in her hair, twisting, hurting her wonderfully... Stella's fingers inside of her, her lips on her breast. It was heavenly! How could she not come back? Maybe if it was another woman, she could have stayed away, but it was Stella! Stella... Stella... Stella... Stella... Stella...

The second time was somehow even better, despite the shame of it all almost driving her mad. Walking back to Stella's office wearing the collar was terrifying, she almost turned back so many times. In the end, she imagined Stella's hand on the leash, pulling her along. It was easy after that.

She spent almost all of that night on her knees, pleasuring Stella over and over again, as she berated her for coming back. Finally, after what felt like hours, Stella allowed her to straddle her muscular thigh and grind herself against it until she came. It was humiliating, losing control over herself like that, but she could not stop.

Beverly rutted against Stella's leg for an hour, crying tears of relief as the woman watched her shame with a smirk. It was amazing.

Beverly ground her thighs together just thinking about that night... God, why was she like this? Thinking about this... Filth in church... There was something deeply wrong with her! She was taught better than this. She was better than this! She glanced around to make sure nobody noticed her distraction.

Nobody paid her any mind, with one exception... Gloria was looking at her, as she often did. Concern in her face. She leaned closer and whispered to Beverly from the seat beside her: "Are you alright, dear? You look... Flushed..."

Beverly smiled the best 'I am not dripping wet' smile she got in her and whispered back: "Ahem... I think I may have eaten something that did not agree with me..."

"Oh my! Well... I could drive you home if you need to get out of here... I am sure everybody would understand." Gloria said, a picture of perfect neighbourly kindness.

"Ahem... I'll manage. Don't worry," the Real Beverly managed to say.

Gloria nodded, and turned back to the sermon, thank God. Shame settled over Beverly like a well worn blanket. She had to control herself better! Gloria could never know about any of what she was up to lately. It was better not to give her any... Ideas.

There was a time, soon after Gloria moved into their neighborhood with her husband, that Beverly sensed something from her. A kinship she rarely felt with other women. They became fast friends in no time... Maybe a bit too fast. Maybe a bit too good of a friend, Gloria was, with her meaningful looks, and comfortable touches.

So, Beverly took great care to strangle whatever it was between them in the crib. It did not take much more than a couple of carefully aimed remarks for Gloria to learn to mind herself properly. The hurt in her eyes was almost as beautiful as the one in teenage Stella's. Now, they could be normal friends, without any of those... Unnecessary parts.

And if Gloria sometimes still looked at Beverly with her gorgeous eyes, longing for something more? Well that wasn't Beverly's problem. She had enough of her own.

Like, for example, this... Thing she shared with Stella. Beverly wanted desperately for Stella to understand how much she'd changed since high-school, but it was rather slow going. There were a few precious moments where she saw something in Stella's eyes. Something kind and warm, but it was fleeting.

Their relationship, whatever it could be called, hit a snag. The little matter of Stella hating Beverly's guts... She screamed it with every gesture and look, every second they were together. Not that Beverly blamed her, of course, But she hoped that after five weeks there would be at least some movement in that area. There was not... Their third meeting was even more humiliating than the first.

Stella had Beverly lick her feet for hours as she masturbated; while Beverly was not allowed to touch herself at all. It was maddening. By the end she was a drooling mess, begging Stella to touch her, to no avail.

Her reward for being so obedient? Stella grabbed her by the hair and dragged her outside, before locking her doors behind her. Beverly spent a humiliating half an hour begging Stella to let her back in... She was not. She had to masturbate in her car just to be able to focus enough to drive home, crying bitter tears of humiliation all the while.

It was one of the best and worst nights of her life. Beverly told herself that she would never go back! She did not deserve to be treated like this! She was a god-damned Carpenter and they did not let others walk all over them! Her parents drilled into her the value of power and respect! She would not let them down by allowing herself to be treated like a common whore.

When she came back the following week Stella was surprised to see her again, which Beverly thought silly. She was not going to be deterred this easily. She managed to push her marriage to Adam for twelve years after they stopped having sex. A couple of weeks of humiliation was nothing!

If their first three nights was all about humiliation and pleasure, their fourth was about pain. Stella spanked her ass raw for what felt like hours. She laid Beverly across her lap, her naked ass high in the air, as she whacked her over and over with her strong hand. It hurt in ways Beverly didn't know possible, nothing like when her father hit her!

Delightful pain that drilled into her very core, her whole body trembling with each strike. She tried to remain in control of herself, but it was only so much she could do. Stella made her into a quivering, drooling mess, insulting her all the while.

In between the spanking marathons, Stella would finger her until she screamed. By the end of the night Beverly was sore and tired. Her ass was bruised and pussy rubbed raw, her heart swelling with joy and shame. Stella made her stand in front of her as she examined her work.

"How's your ass dyke?" Stella asked her, as she looked at her red behind.

"It... It's fine," Beverly lied.

Stella laughed hearing that. "You are pathetic Beverly... You know that?"

She knew.

Stella continued: "The fact that you actually came back? After last time? You really want it this bad?"

Beverly could not help but nod. She did, in fact, want it this bad. Whether the 'it' was sex, pain or forgiveness she could not tell. All of the above?

"I am not... Going anywhere Stella..."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what..."

"You... You really should not give me this- this much freedom," Stella said, her voice odd.

"Do... Do whatever you want to me Stella. I don't care..."

Stella did not answer her for a long, long time. Eventually, she nodded and stood up. She spent some time at her desk writing something, while Beverly began dressing herself. By then, she could tell when the evening was growing to a close.

"Here... Do everything I wrote here, or don't come back next week," Stella said, looking oddly giddy as she handed Beverly a densely written note.

Beverly looked down on the piece of paper and flushed red.

"I- I-"

"Do it all... Or don't come back," was all Stella said as she walked to the door and opened them for Beverly.

She did follow all of the instructions to the letter. Every day, for the last seven days. In between bouts of stubborn pride, she prepared herself exactly the way Stella wanted. She ate like she was supposed to and she washed herself... Down there. She even got a douche to... flush everything out that needn't be there this evening.

Beverly risked a peak at her phone again. It was almost one pm. In seven hours, she would be prepared for Stella to... Oh Lord Almighty... She would... Stella would...

In seven hours Stella would put something in her ass.

She shivered even thinking about it. Twin whiney urges fought within her: an urge to think of any way to prevent it. She did not want anything put in her ass! For God's sake! It was entirely unnecessary! That's what perverts do!

The other urge... Was to run to Stella right now and present herself eagerly. Look! I did what I was told! I was good! Reward me! She felt pathetic, that there was a part of her that thought this way... And what's worse it seemed to be winning.

If anybody ever asked her if she wanted to do anal, she would simply and firmly tell them: No! She was not interested, thank you very much! But Stella did not ask her.

Stella told her.

A shuffle of feet broke through to her. Everybody was standing up, getting their coats and purses. The service was over. Beverly considered getting up as well, but she felt weak. Her pussy was drenched and she was certain it would show through her clothes if she stood now.

"Beverly... Are you... Can you stand?" Gloria asked her, her voice odd.

Good old Gloria! Always there to help! Beverly tried to clear her mind, but it wasn't quite working. She looked up at the other woman. Beautiful Gloria, with her long black hair and slender body. An absurd image pushed itself into her mind. What if... Say... She were to get on her knees and eat Gloria out right here in the church? Her mouth watered, just thinking about it.

Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face, judging by Gloria's expression. She flushed as well, her pupils widened. She licked her lips and discreetly glanced around. The other women and their husbands seemed to be busy with themselves. Gloria looked her in the eyes and reached down to grab Beverly's elbow.

"Hey... Beverly. Let's talk outside..." Gloria whispered softly as her hands touched Beverly's.

The contact burned Beverly. She stood up quickly, pushing Gloria back; willing her voice to be calm, as she leaned to whisper into her ear.

"Gloria... You should care to keep your hands to yourself. Least somebody mistakes you for... Something you're not," the Real Beverly savoured the poison dripping from her tongue. The other woman stiffened and looked away. Her hands now safely secured in the pockets of her coat.

"I-I'm sorry."

"No problem..." Beverly smiled. "Just looking out for you dear."

She clutched her purse in front of her crotch as she walked out of the chapel, waving off any friends that tried to approach. She was, oh so very sick right now! Must have been the fish she made last night! Oh dear! When she got back to her car she confirmed that yes, she did in fact soak through her pants.

Well, nevermind that! She had an appointment to prepare for!

***

At precisely eight pm she knocked on Stella's door, feeling beyond herself with excitement and fear. It wasn't just the approaching violation of her behind. There was also the little bundle she clutched to her breast. Her secret weapon.

"Come in!" Stella called from the inside.

Beverly breathed in as opened the doors, trying to summon the grace mother taught her. She did not know why she bothered, knowing where this night would lead, but some habits were very hard to break. She smiled like she was taught, as she entered Stella's office.

An entirely different, more real smile broke through, when she saw Stella lounging on the bed. She was laying on her side, her head propped up on her forearm, looking very comfortable.

The bed! The couch had been pulled out, forming a rather large flat bed covered with dark comfortable looking sheets. It excited Beverly to see it. She liked getting fingered on the carpet as much as the next gal, but she would prefer some comfort.

What excited her less was a large standing mirror in the corner. That was new. Stella noticed her scrutiny of it and grinned a malicious smile. She looked gorgeous as ever. While a part of Beverly would always lament the loss of her Stella's soft curves, the woman before her was as beautiful, if not more so.

She always dressed up for their evenings, as did Beverly. Tonight, Stella wore a tight black high neck top that revealed her strong shoulders in a way that made Beverly feel weak in the knees. Her eyes traveled down, over the exposed toned stomach to the form fitting black pants. Her feet were bare...
Her long hair was pulled up in a tight, high ponytail, revealing her muscular neck. God most certainly knew what he was doing when he made her.

She wore more makeup than usual. Thick eyeliner framed her brown eyes in addition to her usual dark red lipstick. It made Beverly feel better about her secret weapon. If Stella was making an effort, she would not begrudge Beverly... Right?

"Ahem... Good evening Stella... I made something for you!" She said, trying to remember how she smiled normally.

In the last five weeks, Beverly has been utterly unsuccessful in engaging Stella in anything other than shame filled sex. Every single time she tried asking Stella about her life, or telling her about hers she was shut down fast and hard.

Which was all well and good, really. If their roles were reversed, Beverly would probably punch Stella in the face any time she opened her mouth. She was grateful for the other woman's restraint. But still, she wanted to know more about her! So, she decided for a different approach. She balanced the tray on one arm as she unveiled her gift.

"High protein brownies!" She said with a smile.

The only response she got was one of Stella's eyebrows raising.

"Ahem! I researched desserts for athletes and this seemed to be a favourite. They are very high in protein and low in fats and carbs. I made sure to-"

"Did you clean your ass like I told you to?" Stella interrupted her.

Well I guess that was that for the brownies. She set the tray down on Stella's desk, pretending her heart was not breaking.

"Ahem, hello to you too Beverly! How are you doing? Me? I am great! It's called manners, and they won't kill you Stella..." She tried stalling, very nervous all of a sudden.

"Beverly... If I get over there and find your skinny ass not cleaned... I honestly don't know what I will do," Stella purred from her spot on the bed. "But you will regret coming here..."

Oh Lord, her voice... Her voice did things to Beverly. She took a deep breath and turned around, facing Stella.

"Everything is in order..."

Stella spun around and sat on the edge of the bed in the blink of an eye. God, she was fast. Beverly could not hope to move like that, ever. She was so clumsy... When she was a teen she had to practice thrice as hard as all the other cheer-ledears just to keep up. And God, all of the hours of her mother trying to teach her how to walk like a proper woman...

"Really? Come here. Show me," Stella demanded.

Before she could even think about disobeying she was already standing in front of her. She nervously clutched at the fabric of her sundress. The instructions specified she wear something that allowed... Easy access.

"I-"

"What?"

"I'm scared."

Stella looked up at her, something flashing behind her eyes that almost looked like empathy. But it was gone, just as quickly. It must have been Beverly's imagination.

"You know where the doors are..." Stella said, her eyes hard. "Hike your dress up dyke."

Oh Lord, that word again. Beverly felt herself grow wet hearing it. She fought her outrage at being called it, but if the shoe fits... She looked away, as she pulled up the fabric of her dress. It was grey, with a modest neck-line. A lovely, understated feminine thing.

She wore it to church more than once.

Stella hummed happily, when she saw that she was not wearing any panties under her high waisted pale pantyhose. Just as requested. When her hands touched Beverly's thighs she had to stifle a moan. She was not going to start moaning like a whore just from one touch. The hands traveling up her thighs, nails raking along the delicate flesh between her legs, forced her to bite her lip.

She did not know why she insisted on holding onto her dignity every time she visited... But over the course of every week away from Stella a crust of pathetic defiant pride formed over her battered soul. Just for Stella to break it once again.

"Good!" Stella said, as she slapped Beverly's ass, forcing a squeak out of her.

"I... Tried to pick something I thought you would-"

Two strong hands gripped the pantyhose near her crotch and tore it apart, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to the air.

"Dogs don't talk. Be quiet."

Ah... She was a dog this time... It meant no talking and obeying commands quickly. It ranked at her, as she was not used to being told what to do. She was used to being the one ordering people around... But, there were good parts of being a dog, so she remained quiet.

"Good girl..." Stella murmured, as she kept tearing at Beverly's pantyhose, making a big hole stretching from front to back. "Very good..."

Good doggies get praise. Beverly's cheeks burned. She was almost forty years old and this was what it took to make her feel happy. Jesus Christ... She stood on the points of her white pumps, hoping that Stella would lean in and use her mouth on her. She'd never done so before...

Instead, Stella pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was already wet enough that it did not hurt, but it jarred her. She could not help but groan.

"Wow... You're this wet, just thinking about getting fucked in the ass?" Stella siad, while pushing her fingers in and out of Beverly.

Beverly bit her lip again, lest she cry out.

"Answer me. Have you been thinking about it?"

"Y-yes..."

"While touching yourself?" Stella increased the speed. Her breath hot on Beverly's clit. God, if she just leaned in...

"Yes! I- I did what you requested!" Beverly moaned.

"Mmmm... Tell me, what did you think about?" Stella purred, as her fingers hit the exact right spot.

Beverly wondered throughout the week why one of Stella's instructions was to masturbate while thinking about anal sex... Her face flushed, remembering all of the scenarios that went through her head. She couldn't- she couldn't say it!

"I- I- Stella please-"

Stella's fingers stopped. Beverly whimpered and pushed her hips out, but Stella did not budge. She simply grinned up at Beverly, enjoying her distress. God, she was so close to coming! She just needed a bit more... A bit more...

"I- You... Your fingers, inside of me... I thought about that..." Bevelry choked out, her cheeks burning.

"Inside where?" Stella said as she slowly, ever so slowly, began moving her fingers again.

"My- My anus."

"How many?"

"One- one at first... Then two." Beverly groaned, enjoying Stella's fingers. "Then- more. I don't know-"

Stella added the third finger and increased the pressure. Her other hand rested on Beverly's stomach, the thumb pressing into her clit. She moaned, unable to control herself.

"Keep talking, or I'll stop," Stella said, her fingers slowing down.

"You- I was on the- the bed, on all fours you- you were behind me!" Beverly hurried to say, in between moans. She was so close now. "You- you praised me- you praised me for being good! For doing it right- Oh God Stella!"

She could barely stand, her legs feeling weak. Her hands, holding up her dress clenched into fists as Stella's fingers teased an orgasm out of her.

"Hmmm... Yeah. You did good... Good girl... You can come now." Stella breathed as she fucked her.

It was all Beverly could do to remain standing as the waves of pleasure flooded through her. She called her a good girl! She tried to not lose it too badly, but there was no hope. Her body did not feel like it belonged to her anymore.

Somehow, she managed to remain standing through it all. When the orgasm ended, she found herself heaving for breath on wobbly legs, her mind blank.

"Hmm... Good. Lay down on the bed, on your stomach." Stella said before removing her fingers.

Beverly nodded and all but collapsed on the bed. It was more than large enough for her and Stella and quite comfortable. She let herself lay there and enjoy the tingling sensation buzzing through body: the remains of the orgasm. She quietly indulged in a fantasy of Stella cuddling up to her.

Stella got up from the bed and walked over to her desk. That God-damned desk always had something awful in store for Beverly... A spike of anxiety pushed through her. She tensed her anus involuntarily, anticipating what was to come.

"Spread your legs," Stella said, as she sat back down onto the bed.

Beverly did as she was told. She jumped when Stella grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, above her ass. Air tingled on her butt cheeks and the overheated parts between them. Would it hurt? Over the last couple of weeks Beverly learned well how good certain kinds of pain could feel. She was shocked how much she enjoyed it.

But this? This was different! This was- This was-

"Relax, or it will hurt," Stella leaned in and whispered into her ear.

She loved Stella's voice so much. It was so deep and -when she wanted it to be- tender. Beverly wanted to protest, to argue, do literally anything else than to obey... But in the end, she was here for one thing. For Stella to abuse in any delicious way she wanted to... So that maybe, one day, it would be enough to make up for everything Beverly did to her.

Beverly breathed out slowly and forced herself to relax, despite her heart hammering in her chest. Stella settled in next to her, heavy breasts pressing into her side, as she reached her hand back to caress Beverly's thighs. Her fingers were slightly cold, covered in something slippery... Lube! Of course there would be lube!

Stella's fingers made gentle contact with her anus. It was enough to make her whole body tense involuntarily.

"Easy... Easy..." Stella murmured.

The fingers began making gentle circles around her anus. They felt... Nice and cool. Every now and then Stella would prod gently at the opening, before going back to the massage. After a couple of minutes of this, Beverly felt herself truly relax. It did not hurt! In fact it felt quite nice... Stella knew what she was doing.

"Good girl..." The purr in her ear made her shiver. She smiled, feeling happy and taken care of. She knew that it would not last; that Stella had something in store for her... She would cry by the end of the evening, but she enjoyed this moment.

A pretty woman took care of her...

"I will put a finger in, do not tense up."

Beverly tried really hard to obey as Stella's pinky pushed inside of her, but it was impossible. She felt herself grab onto the finger, but to her surprise it did not hurt. The feeling was odd, not quite uncomfortable. Not pleasant, but also not entirely unpleasant.

"Easy girl... Easy..." Stella whispered as she slid the tip of her pinky in and out of Beverly's ass.

She squirmed despite herself, trying to get away from that odd sensation. Stella's finger pushed in deeper, up to the second knuckle, making Beverly whimper. Then it slid out almost entirely, before pushing back in harder, making her groan.

"How does it feel?"

"A-aah- God it's- I don't know!" Beverly answered, her hands gripping at the sheets.

Stella chuckled in her ear, as she pushed in deeper. The pressure on her anus increased, making Beverly clench involuntarily. The feeling of being spread was impossible to ignore! Stella stopped her explorations.

"Relax Beverly... You're doing so good... Relax..."

"I- I'm trying... I am!" She whimpered, feeling ashamed of how little she could control her body when it came to this woman.

Stella's response was to start humming into her ear. A simple gentle melody that relaxed Beverly. The finger pulled out of her butt slowly, teasing another whimper out of her. When it was fully out, Beverly released a heaving sigh... Was this it? That wasn't so bad...

"Good girl... Now try to stay relaxed. I'll put two fingers in..."

Oh Jesus!

They went through the whole process again and again, until Stella could fit her pointer and index finger inside Beverly's ass without causing her to tense up. It took over an hour to get there and it was maddening... It did not hurt, but the fullness she was feeling was excruciating. Every time she tried to squirm away, Stella would press down on her, holding her in place.

She was trapped in an endless session of soft tender torture.

 

 

By the time Stella was satisfied with her flexibility, Beverly was a drooling squirming mess. While having her butt fingered never quite began feeling good on its own... What was happening to her vagina was another matter.

She was so aroused it actually hurt. Somewhere between the first and second finger, her pussy began to ache for attention. While Stella had not forbidden her to masturbate, she also did not tell her to do it. Beverly knew better than to do anything without Stella's permission... She did not want to get kicked out again.

So, she waited, enduring the needy ache inside of her. Stella's strong fingers pumped in and out of her ass, her soft voice in her ear, whispering affirmations and insults. And of course, Stella could tell her predicament... Maybe because Beverly was practically humping the mattress.

"Hmm... Getting wet? From getting your ass fingered? My, how obscene... You really are a perverted dyke..." She would coo in her ear. Beverly tried to protest, but... Well...

If the shoe fits...

She was so wet and achy she was going insane... She did not want Stella to know this! She did not want anybody to see her like this! Ever! It was horrible! And yet- and yet-

"Yesss... Please- please..." Beverly moaned.

"Please, what?" Stella said as she drove two fingers to their limit, spreading Beverly farther than she ever had before.

"Please- can- Can I- can I touch myself?" She said, her voice whiny and pathetic. She felt disgusted with herself, for allowing herself to reach such a state from what Stella was doing to her. A needy, wanton whore...

"Hmm..." Stella hummed in her ear again. She increased the pace of her fingers digging into Beverly. She kept at it for what felt like forever, humming a gentle mocking melody into her ear as her fingers abused her behind. Finally she said with a laugh: "Yeah. Why not? Do it dyke."

Whatever dignity she may ever have had was forgotten in the scramble to bring her hands to her pussy. She almost started crying when they got tangled up in her own dress, but she made it in the end; Stella's laughter tickling her ear.

She almost came the second her fingers touched her clit. It was so sensitive that it hurt to the touch, but Beverly did not care. She needed it! She dug her trembling fingers into her pussy as her other hand found her clit, rubbing around in frantic circles. Pain and pleasure shooting through her whole body, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

All the while Stella fingered her ass harder and harder, but it felt different now, no longer uncomfortable. The feelings in her clit, vagina and ass tangled up somewhere along the way, forming one delightful mix of pain, pleasure, and fullness. It felt so good.

Beverly clenched her anus, being rewarded with a shot of pleasure through her core. It took her breath away and made her forget herself. She moaned like an animal, heedless of Stella's laughter. She rubbed herself harder as she pushed her hips back, wanting more of Stella's fingers. She ignored the distant part of her raging at the indignity of it. Who cared about her? This was not her time!

Over and over, she impaled herself on Stella's fingers, while she rubbed and fingered herself raw. A sensation she'd never felt before grew around the sensitive nerves of her ass, building up with each move she made. Finally it built to the point where she understood what it was.

The orgasm consumed her.

Her whole body tensed as the feeling in her pussy and ass built until she felt like she'd go mad; before it spilled everywhere inside of her. She clenched down on Stella's fingers hard, which brought on more pleasure, which overflowed through the rest of her, making her clench harder in turn. She held on, waiting for the pleasure to crest and let her go, but it kept building, feeding in on itself, looping through her.

She screamed, trying to get it out, but it was not enough. It was too much! Finally, after an eternity of pleasure and pain, the tide receded, leaving her trembling and crying into the mattress. Her whole body felt like a raw nerve.

"P-please... Stella- please-" She whined, not knowing what she was even begging for.

Fortunately, Stella did. She gently removed her fingers from Beverly. It was not a pleasant feeling, her oversensitive body protesting, but she felt instant relief after. She sighed and relaxed into the mattress.

That was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had... Maybe not the most pleasurable one, but it was the most... Everything.

"Thank you..." She whispered.

Stella said nothing as she laid beside her, her hand gently rubbing circles on Beverly's butt cheek. She was so warm and heavy... She smelled nice, as usual. Beverly breathed in her scent greedily. Her Stella...

"So... You just came from having your ass fingered Dyke..." Beverly whispered into her ear, delight clear in her voice.

Beverly said nothing, not wanting to incriminate herself further.

"You know... Most women hate it. I haven't met many that are into anal... I honestly expected to maybe get my pinky in tonight... But you reacted so well... First time and you're already like this? Jesus Beverly..." Stella whispered into her ear. Her voice full of cruel joy.

"You... You told me to..."

"Yeah... And you loved it."

Beverly once again, chose to plead the fifth.

"Say it. Be honest," Stella said in a tone that meant business.

Be honest? Beverly wanted to laugh. That was not really part of her skillset... But she tried. For Stella, she tried.

"It was... Weird. Unpleasant... At first. Then... It got..." She searched for a word that would not hurt to say: "It was interesting."

Stella said nothing in return. The silence stretched. Beverly could not stand it. "Ahem... Well... It was... Nice. Yes."

"Bitch, you came so hard you almost pissed yourself."

She couldn't really argue with that. Thankfully Stella seemed satisfied with 'nice'. She sighed as she pushed herself up on her arms, making Beverly miss her warm body.

"Well, you did good... Anal slut."

Oh God, no... Dyke, she could take, but not... That! Beverly scrambled for a distraction.

"You did not try the brownies!" She said as she gingerly rolled herself on her side. Her ass felt thoroughly ravished.

Stella did not respond for a while as she walked into the tiny bathroom connected to her office and started washing her hands. When she responded to Beverly, she sounded annoyed.

"I don't eat sweets. I have a diet I stick to..."

Beverly thought that Stella could actually stand to gain a few pounds, and still look gorgeous, but she figured it was not the best thing to say right now. Or ever. Stella would probably actually just kill her if she did.

Thankfully, she anticipated this. "I wrote down all of the ingredients, their ratios and the macros. They should be good for strength training!"

Stella looked surprised, but she hid it quickly. Beverly grinned, as the woman approached the tray, picked up the little note inside of the brownie tray and started reading. When she reached out for one of the brownies, Beverly's heart swelled. She had it up to her lips, ready to try it, when something in her face changed.

Stella's face darkened as she put the brownie back down. Then... Then... Then she took the whole tray and put it in the trash can, next to her desk. Beverly tried to keep the hurt from her face, but it was hard.

I guess that was that for nice Stella. Oh well...

"You know... You have really nice handwriting Beverly... You must have gotten a lot of practice with it..." She said, her voice glacially cold.

Beverly felt her heart drop, as she understood her mistake. She put a lot of work into that note, making it all cute and clear. She made sure to make the penmanship immaculate...

Looks like Stella remembered their 'calligraphy sessions'... After the first time it became a thing she did often. She even practiced her handwriting at home to impress her friends when she wrote on Stella in school.

She wished she could travel back in time and kick that little shit in the cunt.

"I am sorry, Stella," she said and meant it.

"Bend over the desk," was all Stella said in response.

She got up on wobbly legs and did as ordered, bracing herself for what was to come. Nice Stella was great, and she did want to see more of her but... Angry Stella made her excited in a way that she could not explain. She was going to get it now! She almost giggled like a schoolgirl in trouble.

Her dress was hiked up again, more roughly this time. Stella slathered more lube onto her anus, making Beverly squirm. That whole area was rather sensitive right now, but she did not protest. She deserved it, whatever 'it' was going to be.

A drawer opened loudly, making her jump. Stella's fist twisting into her hair forced her to lean back. Something pink thrust into her vision. It was- oh dear...

It was a butt-plug. A cute, small and slender one... But knowing where it was going? It looked enormous.

"This is going up your ass," Stella said into her ear.

"Yes... Thank you," Beverly managed to say.

Stella huffed as she let go of Beverly's hair and pushed her down by her neck. Beverly rested on her forearms and pushed her ass out, presenting it to Stella, her legs still a bit weak from her orgasm, but steady enough.

The butt-plug pressed against her anus without warning, but she managed not to clench down too hard. There were no gentle melodies this time, just steady pressure. To Stella's credit, she stopped and gave Beverly some time every time tightened, but she was not exactly gentle.

There was a moment of almost pain, as the widest part of the plug pushed through into her, but it gave way quickly. It was in. She shivered feeling how it filled her absolutely; how it spread her constantly. It was so different than the fingers! Beverly rubbed her legs together, wincing at the inescapable feeling of fullness. No matter how she moved, the plug was there, teasing her constantly.

She liked the fingers more, but she could get used to this. Her vagina was already growing wet, demanding attention. God, she really could grow to love this... A blush spread on her face at the admission. Why was she like this? She always looked down on all of the perverts and fetishists. Why couldn't they just... Be normal? Now, she asked herself the same question.

Why did she like this so much? Everything that Stella did to her? Why couldn't she just be like other women?

A hand smacked at her right butt cheek, bothering her anus and making her jump. Stella knelt down behind her and was doing... Something. An odd sensation in her butt... Twisting? Something soft tickled her legs!

"Alright... Good. Stand up, raise your arms" Stella demanded.

Beverly did so, shivering at the soft feeling touching the back of her thighs; the plug seeming to shift with every move she made, teasing her. It felt enormous! She knew it was quite small, but its presence dominated her mind. Every single nerve in her body seemed to lead to her ass now. It was maddening.

She wanted to turn around and see what Stella did, but she had to raise her arms. Stella grabbed at the collar of her dress and yanked it up, over Beverly's head. A bunch of fumbling later, and she was standing there in just her underwear... Well her bra and pantyhose.

"Hmm..." Stella hummed as she walked around her. "Yep.. Yep it fits. God damn I am a genius..."

"What?" Beverly tried to look behind her, but couldn't quite manage it, the plug made twisting her body a precarious proposition. There was something there, soft and fluffy but-

"Oh my God..." Stella laughed seeing her spin around. "Jesus Christ Beverly... You are just... Fuck me!"

What?! What was so funny?

Then she realised it, her face flushing crimson. Stella attached a soft fluffy tail to the butt-plug. And Beverly kept spinning in circles trying to catch a glimpse of it. Like a dog.

Stella bent over, her hands on her knees, and laughed in earnest.

"You're going to be the death of me woman!" She wheezed out. At least she didn't sound too mad anymore... She straightened up and stood by the standing mirror, looking stern again. "Alright Come here!"

Beverly made her way over on unsteady legs. Every step rubbed and jolted the plug terribly. She could not make a move without it rubbing... Everything! She almost made it to Stella, before she stopped. One more step and she'd be standing in front of the mirror.

"Beverly..." Stella said, her voice firm.

"Stella... I..."

"Heel!"

Beverly closed her eyes and made the final step. When she felt Stella grab her shoulders and turn her towards the mirror, she closed her eyes tighter. She did not want to see herself like this! The other woman stood close behind her radiating warmth. Stella's fingers burned Beverly when they unhooked the latches on her bra and slid it off easily.

"Beverly... Open your eyes," a warm, firm voice whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, not wanting to see the woman in the mirror.

Her right breast being squeezed roughly made her gasp. The fingers pinched the nipple, hard. She bit her lip, trying not to moan. Another hand tugged gently at the tail, pulling at the butt-plug. The combined sensations made her pussy ache again. God, she was hopeless.

"Do it." Stella said.

Beverly opened her eyes.

A perverted woman looked back at her. She was naked, save for a ripped up pantyhose and white high heeled shoes. A long blonde fluffy tail hung between her spread legs, matching her fair hair.

"See? See how horny you look?" Stella whispered as she kept pulling at the tail rhythmically.

The woman in the mirror bit her lip, as she flushed even deeper crimson. She looked- she looked beside herself with arousal. Her pupils dilated; her eyes almost black. Her makeup was a ruin, the eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, the mascara running almost down to her jawline. The subtle peach lipstick she applied was long gone, smeared somewhere around her chin.

The butt-plug exploded in a delightful ache as Stella pulled at the tail harder. The woman in the mirror arched her back and moaned loudly, obscenely. Beverly looked away, not able to stand to look at that whore anymore... But of course, Stella's strong hand gripped her chin and pushed her head back.

"Look at yourself, Beverly."

She did. There were tears in the woman's eyes now, threatening to spill. Stella let go of her chin, and reached her hand down, to the woman's crotch. Her fingers stopped right above the clit, brushing through her pubic hair, her black nails almost disappearing in the fuzz. The woman in the mirror pushed out her hips, clearly desperate for the touch.

"Do you want my fingers, Dyke?" Stella whispered in her ear. "Look yourself in the eye as you say it..."

"I... Want your fingers Stella..." The mirror woman whispered, her expression full of delight.

"You want my fingers to do what, Dyke?"

"Oh God... I... I want you to... Finger me. Please Stella," the mirror woman moaned, her voice breathy. She pushed her head back, enjoying the feel of Stella's neck pressed against her ear.

Stella chuckled as she reached down and drove two fingers inside of her. Beverly's eye's fluttered shut for a moment, but a strong yank at the tail-plug jolted her.

"Keep your eyes open."

"Y-yes! I am sorry!" She breathed out, her skin on fire.

Between her ass being pulled at, Stella's fingers filling her and the feel of the heavy breasts on Beverly's back, she was in a state of perfect tortured delight. If only the woman in the mirror did not look so... Wanton, she could enjoy herself fully.

A pervert moaned back at her from the mirror, her eyes crazed and lustful. She could see the mirror woman's legs shaking from the strain of trying to stand. If it wasn't for Stella's body pressed against her, she would not be able to hold herself up.

"Look at yourself... Imagine your church ladies seeing you like this..." Stella purred into her ear.

"N-no. Please don't- don't talk about that! Please-" Beverly managed to say in between moans.

"I have an idea! Next Sunday, I take you to your church, your ass and pussy full and make a show of it? Just imagine..." Stella continued, ignoring her cries.

She wasn't serious, was she? Of course she wasn't- this was just more torture, but... But... Beverly could not help but picture it. Being there, a vulgar display for all to see. How disgusted they would be when they saw what she was? Or- or- Would some women look at her the way she looked at them? Would Gloria?

Beverly's legs gave out, but Stella held her up, pumping her fingers in and out of her aching pussy. The pervert in the mirror grinned back at Beverly, as she imagined what Stella would make her do. She would force her to her knees, as all the women watched them! Beverly would have no choice but to eat her out! She would be forced to show them how good she was at eating pussy...

And then... After Stella... She would pleasure other women as well; whoever wanted it! That's what Stella would surely make her do! In the church, on her knees, serving one woman after another, until her lips were bruised, and her throat dry. God, she could see it so clearly!

"Are you close? Dyke? Tell me!"

"Yes! I- I am almost- almost-" Beverly cried, grinding herself into Stella's hand. She felt the orgasm built, once again mixing that wonderful ache with the raw pleasure in ways she could barely endure!

Stella laughed full of dark mirth and she did the worst thing she could do to Beverly at this moment. She stepped away from Beverly, her hands raised in the air.

"NO!" Beverly cried as she fell to her knees. She managed to break her fall with her arms, but her ass still hit the carpet hard, the ache almost making her come.

"Stella! Please! Please, I was so close!" Beverly begged Stella as the woman in the mirror writhed on the floor like a lunatic. She looked so desperate it was almost funny to see.

Behind the woman, Stella knelt down while reaching in her back pocket. She ignored Beverly's cries and calmly produced a... Oh God...

A sharpie.

"No... Please... Stella!" Beverly whimpered, desperately wanting to touch herself, but knowing that doing so would get her kicked out for sure. Instead she ground her ass into the carpet like a dog, chasing any stimulation she could get.

Stella smiled and handed her the sharpie. Beverly took it, obediently. What else could she do?

"Hey... Remember that time you drew on me? The first time... With the pigs?" Stella said, her eyes gleaming.

Beverly nodded, not taking her eyes off of the mirror. Stella shuffled closer to her, almost embracing her again. Beverly wanted to feel her warmth again so badly she would do anything in that moment.

"You should practice your penmanship some more..."

Beverly felt the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes breaking apart, and spilling onto her cheeks. God, she needed to come so badly... She took off the marker cap with trembling hands.

"W-what do you want me to-"

"How about something simple... Let's start with 'DOG' on your chest..." Stella whispered into her ear.

The woman in the mirror looked insane, as she held the sharpie to just above her left breast. She smiled as it made contact with HER overheated skin; the fumes tickling her nose, so familiar. How could Stella stand her doing this to her? The mirror woman laughed, bitterly as she wrote DOG in nice big letters.

The instant she was done, Stella's hands were on her again, teasing her clit. She leaned down, and brushed Beverly's ear with her lips. "Good girl... Keep going... Now 'Bitch'..."

Stella's fingers felt like magic on her aching clit, as her other hand wandered back down to her ass and began to push and pull at the plug in a gentle steady rhythm. Beverly put the sharpie to the sensitive skin above her right breast and wrote. Despite best efforts BITCH came out skewed; Stella's hands distracting her terribly.

"Perfect... You're really good at this Beverly..." Stella praised her, making Beverly's heart do a flip, the pathetic worm that she was. "Now... 'CUNT'." She continued as her fingers picked up speed.

Beverly felt her orgasm build as she did what she was told; writing the vile word just below her left collar bone. The sight of it there should have ranked at her, but Stella's fingers made her forget her pride. This Beverly did not care about silly things like pride. She moaned as she wrote WHORE, mirroring CUNT.

"Good girl... Keep going. You know what to write..." Stella whispered as she drove her fingers into Beverly.

The orgasm found her a few words later. In between BULLY and LIAR. It hurt in a most wonderful way, like nothing ever did before. She screamed all the way through it, unable to keep it in. When she finished, Stella held her gently and murmured praise into her ear.

Stella wasn't done with her of course, nothing was ever this easy between them. Between the orgasms she lost track of all of the words she scrawled on herself. They started out neat and orderly, but by the end... Some were nearly illegible. Nearly.

She really was very good with her penmanship.

"Open your eyes doggie... Look at yourself" Stella whispered to her, after her last orgasm she was allowed some time to rest. She was tired... She came so much. But she obeyed, like a good doggie that she was.

The woman in the mirror was crying, but she looked happy. Her face was the most relaxed Beverly had ever seen her, despite the tears. She laid on the floor, leaning back into Stella. Her Stella... Who looked awed as she beheld their work. The woman's chest, belly and upper arms were covered in wiring.

BITCH, DOG, WHORE, CUNT, LESBO and of course DYKE were repeated many times.

A tiny little compartment of Beverly's heart was full of love for these words, the way they fit on her skin. The way they belonged there.

"Do you like it?" Beverly asked.

Stella grinned, looking... More relaxed than before. Something having lifted off of her somewhere along the way. Beverly smiled seeing it.

"Yeah... I can't believe how well you did... And you even wrote some of it mirrored... That's crazy."

"I... Learned that in high-school..."

"Hmm... Good job. That was really... Good job," Stella said, looking happy. They stayed like that, for a while, Stella's eyes roaming over Beverly's body... While Beverly just enjoyed looking at Stella.

Her Stella.

It ended when Stella gently pushed her away and stood up. Beverly sighed inwardly, thinking that the evening was over. When Stella slid her pants down her hips, revealing her wet pussy Beverly's mouth watered.

"Alright Beverly... You've been a good girl tonight..." She said, as she sat on the edge of the bed, her pants and underwear around her ankles. "Come here and get your reward."

And she did. Her mouth was tired and bruised by the time Stella was done with her. It was heaven.

***

It was late at night by the time they were finished. Taking the plug out was an adventure in and of itself, but Nice Stella was there to guide her through it.

Stella laid back on the bed, naked and satisfied, watching Beverly dress herself. She was so thoroughly fucked that she actually forgot about the writing on her skin. She noticed it with a jolt after she already put her dress back on.

"Uhm... Stella, I am going to have to wash up-"

"No. You will keep the writing on."

Beverly's mind stopped for a brief second, not sure if she understood what Stella just said.

"What? That's- no."

"Keep it for the whole week, or don't come back," Stella said, looking rather evil.

Beverly laughed. Stella didn't. Oh my God, she was not joking.

"I- no. I can't- I- Stella!"

"What? Wear a turtleneck. I know you have those."

"Stella! I can't! I- I have a life! I can't have this- this- Somebody will see! Please, be reasonable-"

"I had a life in high-school... I managed it. You can too," Stella said simply. Something hard in her voice. Something sad.

Beverly almost snapped back at her, but she stopped herself. How did Stella manage it? For months? And why hasn't she ever thought about it before? All the years of regret and she never really considered that. It made her ashamed all over again.

"I- I will have to wash myself... It will come off."

"Then you will re-apply it."

Beverly fought with herself for a while. The Real Beverly screamed at her, to just walk away. You don't need this! Find yourself a different woman if you absolutely have to, but you don't need this humiliation! You are almost forty years old! For God's sake woman! Have some respect!

If she absolutely needed to be... Like this, then why not just be with Gloria?! Gloria was smart and discrete. If Beverly approached her she would do anything asked of her. Gloria would worship the ground she walked on! It would be so easy with Gloria...

It would not hurt with Gloria.

"Will it... Make you happy?" She heard herself say

Stella considered her question for a moment. She looked serious when she answered. "Yeah..."

"Then... I'll do it," Beverly whispered, feeling exhausted.

Stella sat up on the bed, her face betraying her surprise. Did she really not expect her to agree? Beverly smiled ruefully.

"Whatever it takes... I told you."

The other woman looked at her silently for a while; indescribable emotions playing behind her eyes. Then, she simply nodded before leaving the room. She came back in shortly with a zip up long sleeved hoodie.

Beverly accepted it silently, and left. There wasn't much else to say.

***

Driving back, the Real Beverly decided to wash off the hateful filth off of her body the second she got back into her house!

She was never going back to see Stella again. Enough was enough! She would give Gloria a call and start laying groundwork for some sort of secret affair with the woman. She would handle this like a fucking Carpenter!

The Other Beverly just laughed.

***

Beverly Carpenter had a problem. A tiny one, really.

It was the morning after her evening with Stella. She was brushing her teeth as she watched her naked body in the mirror. Angry black letters scrawled all over her chest and arms screaming things she already knew.

The morning light spilled through the window. She could hear her daughter making noise downstairs. A car drove by outside, its muffler apparently broken. Birds sang their joy to the world.

Beverly spat the toothpaste out, never taking her eyes off of herself; her butt complaining from the movement. It was a bit sore, but not too bad.

She stared into the mirror, trying to remember how all the various bruised parts of her were supposed to fit together. She tried to put on her Real smile, but... It looked off.

A creak outside let her know that her daughter was walking up the stairs. She should probably figure this out soon, she thought as she re-read the words written across her body.

Which Beverly was she supposed to be right now? The Real one wouldn't ever stand for anything this vile marring her body. But... The Other one... She should be back in her hidey hole by now. And yet... The letters were still there.

She took great care while showering not to wash them off. Then she re-applied any that were paling. Thankfully it was a permanent marker, so they kept pretty well.

"Mom, can you give me a lift to the Uni? Something's up with my car," her daughter called from behind the door. Beverly glanced aside, confirming that it was latched tight.

"Of course... I should be out in... A couple of minutes," she responded, wondering how she sounded. She couldn't tell.

"Great! Also... Your turtles are being weird."

"That's just how they show their love. Don't worry."

"Cool... Cool... I'll go make coffee."

The footsteps retreated, leaving her alone again. But which, 'her' was it? The letters were still there.

DYKE, WHORE, BULLY, CUNT, BITCH, LESBO and so on.

Six days until she would see Stella again.

She could hardly wait.

Notes:

I really, really enjoyed writing Beverly's mind. As it turns out she's far crazier than I thought when writing chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it!

Next chapter the gals are going out on the town!

Chapter 3

Summary:

Stella POV. The gals go out on the town!

"So... Let me get this straight Stella," her therapist begun in a tone that promised Stella that she would not like where this conversation ended up. "Over the last six weeks you took in this... Clearly repressed, hurting woman and tortured her sexually for your own amusement?"

Well... It sounded really bad when you put it like that.
 
"That... about sums it up," Stella responded.

Her therapist was an older woman who Stella grew to respect a great deal over the years. The face she made right now, made Stella feel like an utter bitch.

"Stella..." Dr Wozniak pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Look! She- she likes it! She would have left if she didn't..." Stella said, cringing at the words coming out of her mouth.

"Do I even need to respond to this one?"

"Ahem... No... I get it. I hear it- But, really! She does enjoy what we do! I am pretty sure she is a genuine masochist... She really is into it." Stella said, feeling rather desperate. Give up Beverly? "I... I don't want to stop. I don't have to! She is fine!"

"Stella, I don't know that woman. I do feel bad for her, but she is not my client. You are. What I am about to say is for your benefit, not hers." The older woman paused and looked Stella in the eyes. "You are better than this."

Well, now she really felt like a worm.

"I do not think it's healthy for you to have a sexual relationship with this woman, given what she did to you," Dr Wozniak continued. When Stella opened her mouth to object, the therapist cut her off: "But if you absolutely have to have to do it... Treat her as you would anybody else! Be kind to her!"

Treat Beverly Carpenter like everybody else?! 

Stella laughed, before she could stop herself. Beverly Carpenter was not anybody else, and she deserved nothing less than pain from her. Stella almost said so, but the look on Dr Wozniak's face stopped her.

She made herself take a deep breath before she spoke.

"I... Can't. She's not- You know who she is! What she did!"

"I know Stella. I know... Which is why you should stop, at least the sex. I do think talking to her could help, if approached carefully." 

Stop the sex? Well now that was just ridiculous. It was the only part of their relationship that actually worked! Beverly was... Amazing in bed. 

"I can't... I can't give her up."

Now that Beverly was back in her life, and willing to take anything she did to her? The very thought of giving it up was incomprehensible to her.

Dr Wozniak hummed and looked down at her notes "What do your friends think about your recent... activities?"

Forget a worm. She was dirt.

"I haven't... talked to anybody lately."

The therapist gave her an odd look. Stella's heart sank a bit when she recognised worry, instead of frustration. 

"You've self isolating?"

"I'll... I'll call Haylee tomorrow! I promise... You're right..." She hurried to say.

"I haven't said anything yet..."

"Well... You're right anyway."

The therapist smirked and looked up towards the ceiling in a long suffering manner. She took her time before responding.

"You can't find it in yourself to be kind... And you won't stop..." She said, looking Stella in the eyes. "Fine. Then talk to her. Get to know her."

"What?"

"Does she have kids? What does she do for a living? Do you know?"

Stella froze. She did not. She hasn't even thought about it. She had no idea about the woman's life.

Dr Wozniak smirked at her again. "That's what I thought... I assure you Stella, that the woman you've been taking out your anger on, is not the girl that abused you... That's just not how it works! People grow and change! You are a different person now, and so is she."

Of course she wasn't the same person as she was in high-school! Stella knew it, but... But what? 

"So... get to know her," her therapist continued, when Stella didn't answer. "And maybe then you'll remember the woman I know you can be."

***

Stella's mind was a whirl on the way back home. She could not even remember the drive or walk up to her apartment. This was the first therapy session she had since she'd fucked Beverly, and it, of course, kicked her ass.

She had to face the truth that she had been... Neglectful these last few weeks. Her phone was full of ignored phone calls and messages of concern. She answered some of the more urgent ones, just to keep her friends off her back, but... Now she felt like a right shit. She needed to do better.

Her phone buzzed again, Haylee's name stabbing her through the heart, making her feel like even more of an ass.

"U better be dead bitch" 

Stella cringed as she wrote back.

"Alive. Talk to you on monday. I got a thing." 

The message was not good enough but more than she gave the woman over the last couple of weeks. Stella scrolled through the message history. It was mostly Haylee writing her.

"I got a surprise! Things are happening!"

"U free this weekend?"

"She better be pretty!"

"R U Trapped under a weight?"

And so on... Stella responded a bit here and there, but mostly dodged. She didn't really know why- alright that was a fucking lie.

If she met with Haylee she would tell her about Beverly.

Haylee would tell her that she is being fucking stupid, and that she should stop.

And Stella did not want to stop.

The last six weeks have been... Oh Jesus, that was a ride. Beverly was so eager to please that it hurt to see. She gave her the best sex in Stella's entire life.

Stella had never quite figured out this whole 'relationship' thing, but she'd dated plenty of women. She drove some of them away with her intensity, some left because she would be 'emotionally distant' whatever that meant. But sexually? She always had a good time.

There were some real freaks out there, and Stella loved every single one of them. She counted herself amongst them, with her rather dominant tastes. With most women she had to hold back... But not with Beverly. She took absolutely everything Stella threw at her.

They fit so well together sexually that it scared Stella. The dark pit in her soul was still there, bubbling away. She drank deep from it every time she made the woman cry. She thought that It was getting better... That she was getting better but... With what Dr Wozniak said today, she didn't know anymore.

This whole arrangement with Beverly was not going to go anywhere good... But it felt right! Maybe, it was like breaking a bone to heal it properly? Maybe it needed to hurt... For a bit longer. Maybe they both needed it?

After all, seeing Beverly crawl before her felt right... There was a part of her healing every time she made the woman cry. How could she just... Forgive her without the scales being balanced first?

Empathy could come later.

Stella grinned, thinking of what she had planned for tomorrow... Dr Wozniak wanted her to get to know the woman? Great! She could kill two birds with one stone.

***

It was seven fifty nine pm on a sunday and Stella knew that Beverly was standing in front of her office doors, waiting for the right time. It was one of the woman's... Peculiar behaviours. She was told to come at eight pm, so that's when she came. Stella could synchronise her watch to the exact second the Beverly knocked.

So she did.

A couple more seconds left. Stella glanced at the mirror that was threatening to become a permanent fixture in her office. Fucking Beverly in front of it was- Focus! Makeup on point, hair loose, black dress hugging her curves perfectly, stockings dark, heels razor sharp. Time to kill!

Three... Two... One... Stella swung the door open a fraction of a second before she knew Beverly would knock. The woman swiped at the empty air, the fake smile plastered to her face a contrast to the honest confusion in her eyes. Stella grinned seeing it all.

"Hey Bevs, wanna go out on the town? What do you say?" Stella asked cheerfully before the other woman had a chance to regain her footing.

"Wha- Hello! What?" Beverly squeaked out. God, she was so cute!

"Let's go out, get some fresh air!"

Beverly's face was split with a smile so brilliant it almost hurt to see. She almost regretted that she would ruin it soon... But... Well... They both knew why Beverly came here, and it was not to braid each other's hair and gossip.

"I would love that Stella! Just let me- uhm, This is for you!" Beverly presented a bundle to her.

It was more brownies! Stella dug the previous batch out of the trash and ate all of them in one go feeling like a pig... They were fucking good. This woman really knew how to bake.

"Come in. Put them on the desk," She said, pretending not to salivate, and waved Beverly in.

After all, she needed to prepare her doggy for their outing! Beverly walked inside looking happy, making Stella wonder if she suspected that her offer of going out was a trap... It was hard to tell what Beverly thought. It was another peculiarity. Their evenings always started with the angelic perfect Beverly, who pretended she was there for a social visit. 

Even with three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, the woman would still act like nothing was happening. Getting her to break took some work.

And Stella loved every second of it.

Beverly put the tray on the desk and turned to face Stella, her hands clasped in front of her demurely. She wore her hair in a fancy French braid, her makeup simple and understated. The high collared, long sleeved grey blouse over a long beige skirt promised things to Stella...

"Beverly. Open your blouse," She said, not able to wait any longer.

Beverly's smile did not slip a notch as her fingers worked the buttons. Stella's breath caught when she saw the blouse open.

DYKE, WHORE, BITCH and so on, scrawled all over every inch she could see. In between the letters, pale shadows of others, long faded then redrawn anew. 

Oh Jesus, she actually had that under her clothes, every day of the last week? Stella's black heart soared as she decided that she would never, ever give this freak up! 

The freak in question opened her blouse fully and waited, with a slight flush on her cheeks. Otherwise, she looked like she would in a polite conversation with a good friend. 

"Good girl... You can wash these off tomorrow if you want. They stay on tonight."

Beverly's shoulders relaxed a fraction. She nodded and buttoned herself up. 

"Uhm... Will you try the brownies... Please?" She asked quietly.

Stella was going to devour them when Beverly was gone but... The woman looked so hopeful, and she did what she was told...

She grabbed one and put it in her mouth. Fuck, they were even better than last week... Or maybe it was not eating them out of the trash that did it. Stella fought not to moan at the deliciousness of them. 

She failed.

Beverly beamed.

Stella decided to try to wipe that smile off her face. "Did you keep your ass clean?"

"Yes. I kept up the routine." Beverly responded, the smile stubbornly persisting.

"Really? Even without me telling you to do it? You must have really loved being fucked in the ass, huh?"

Beverly closed her eyes, the flush spreading a bit more. Her mouth tightened into a line.

"I figured it's best to be prepared..." She answered calmly, dodging the question.

Stella ate another brownie before she could stop herself. Then, she pushed the tray away, vowing to avoid the disaster from last week. She could not be trusted with sweets.

"You were right. Bend over," she told Beverly, who did so without protest or delay. She even hiked up her pale skirt on her own without being told, making Stella grow wet at the sight.

"Did you also touch yourself while thinking of anal?" Stella asked as she searched the drawers for her recent purchases. Oh boy, this was going to be fun!

"Yes... I... Yes."

"Did you touch your ass doing it?"

Beverly closed her eyes, her smile a distant memory. She did not answer for a moment. When she did her voice was quiet and husky. "Yes... A bit with my finger. But I did not put it in..."

"Why not?"

"It... did not feel as good as when you did it."

Fuck being healthy, she's never giving this up! Stella practically skipped around the desk and stood behind Beverly.

"Keep your butt up and eyes closed. Relax your ass..." She whispered into Beverly's ear who nodded in response.

She took her time lubing the woman up. While she did want the woman to suffer, it wouldn't do to actually break her toy. For this, she had to go slow and gentle.

Before long Beverly was properly wet, both her ass and pussy loosened up allowing Stella's fingers in easily. The woman was still composed, but Stella could tell she was aroused. Her pussy was dripping wet, even without the lube.

"Good... You're ready. Now, don't tense up," Stella warned as she slid the new toy into Beverly's ass. Another butt-plug, slightly smaller than the one last week. 

What it lacked in girth, it made up in other areas.

Beverly gasped, but kept herself from tightening. She really was a trooper. The plug slid in easily, then followed by it's twin. Beverly jolted when she felt the other toy push into her pussy, but that didn't matter. She was so wet that Stella did not need to be as precious with her vagina, so she just pushed it in.

"What-" Beverly gasped as Stella slid her panties back on.

"Straighten yourself up and wait."

Beverly did so, some of her anxiety - or was it anticipation - showing on her face. She patted her skirt down, smoothing it back into order. She looked exactly the way she did when she walked into Stella's office.

Stella smiled as she took her phone out of her pocket and turned on the app she installed a couple of days ago. She spent hours testing it, making sure it would all work.

Beverly stared at the phone, looking really anxious. Did she figure out the game? 

"No photos. I mean it Stella. I will walk away," Beverly said, her voice firm.

Photos? Oh my sweet dear child...

"No photos," Stella said easily as she put her finger on the right dial.

"Good... Then what-" Was all Beverly managed to get out before Stella turned the toys on.

Beverly gasped and leaned heavily on the desk, her eyes bulging; hands gripping at the wood, knuckles white. Stella allowed it to go on for a couple of seconds, drinking the woman's surprise in, before she turned the dial down to zero. 

Maybe starting out at eight out of twelve strength for both toys at the same time was too much?

"Oh my- Oh my God... Oh my... Stella..." Beverly gasped out, when she was able to speak again. "It- the- my butt-"

"Yeah. They both vibrate," Stella responded as she walked towards the door. "Now we're ready! Let's go! The night awaits!"

Beverly tensed and did not move from the spot by the desk. 

"Stella. I- I can't go out like this. I can't. I-"

"You said you wanted to go out, didn't you?"

Beverly did not respond right away. There it was, the moment of truth. Every week Stella pushed Beverly, and every week she expected her to finally back down.

She had a backup plan in case the woman pushed back too hard, but... But Stella did not expect that she would need it tonight. She suspected that Beverly did not have a limit... Not really.

They were going straight down to hell together. 

"What if- what if I run into somebody I know?" Beverly asked quietly.

"Do you know anybody in Crooner Ville?"

Beverly paused. She shook her head. Stella picked a place in the middle of nowhere for a reason.

"No... But still... I'd rather-"

Oh hell... This would not do! She was so close! Stella almost had her! 

"As long as you keep the toys in... I'll be nice and we can... Talk. About whatever you want," Stella said. 

There! She could kill two birds with one stone. Talk to the woman and torment her at the same time!

Beverly's face lit up; her mouth forming a surprised 'oh'. She quickly smoothed it over. After a moment of deliberation, she pushed herself off of the desk and walked over to the door.

"Nice?"

Stella answered by offering the woman her arm. Beverly took it greedily and leaned on Stella with a sigh.

She would do things like this sometimes, Stella noticed: seek out closeness. She suspected Beverly was a bit touch starved. She had no idea how the woman's life looked like but she suspected intimacy was not a big part of it.

"So... How was your week Stella?" Beverly asked softly. She had a really nice voice, once she stopped trying to sound like a Miss Universe contestant.

With a quick swipe of her thumb, Stella set both toys to the sixth level of intensity. Beverly's step wobbled a bit, but she marched on; her cheeks flushed.

"Oh good... Good. Got a lot of work done, taught a few classes... Went out to dinner with my mom and dad. Nothing special. How about you Beverly?" 

Beverly did not respond for a while, focusing all her attention on navigating the staircase down to the parking lot. 

It was a cool autumn evening, the sky long dark. The parking lot in front of her gym was empty, only her truck and Beverly's car remaining.

"G-good. I- I am working on-" Beverly stumbled on the curb. Her foot stomped onto the asphalt hard, jolting her horribly. "Oh my God... Oh my God... S-Stella-" She leaned into Stella heavily and gasped. She clung onto her for a while, unable to speak.

Her body felt so small and delicate... For a brief moment, Stella wondered if maybe going out was a bad idea. She wanted to see Beverly squirm, but if the woman could not keep it together- but it was an empty worry. Somehow, through sheer force of will Beverly managed to pull herself together. 

It was a sight to see. Shutters came over Beverly's soul, cutting off any light. Muscle after muscle, her face and body relaxed, her breathing slowed down.

Before long, she looked barely affected by the toys.

"Ahem. Excuse me, I can be such a klutz!"

The serene Beverly was back with a vengeance. The woman walking alongside her could have been mistaken for an infomercial host.

"I am organising a party for my friends and family. My daughter's birthday falls just a week after thanksgiving, so you know how it goes! I've been pretty busy wrangling it all together!" She spoke with a big smile.

Wait, daughter? She has a kid? That information did not sit well with Stella. She had a hard time imagining Beverly being motherly.

"How... How old is your-"

"Perhaps it's not the best time for that subject?" Beverly said through a strained smile.

Alright, fair enough. No kid talk with ass and pussy full. Got it.

They arrived at Stella's truck. A good old ford F-150 that served her well for years. Beverly's expression soured when she realised they're going to be driving in a truck. Stella would bet money that she had never been inside anything even remotely resembling a working vehicle

"Oh... It's... Very nice." Beverly said, trying to stand as far away from the truck as possible. "Maybe we could take my car-"

Stella increased the vibration intensity to ten. Beverly almost fell over, the truck saving her from eating the pavement. She leaned against the hood on shaky legs.

"Stella- Stella- please- I can't- I can't" She mumbled.

Stella opened the car doors on the driver’s side and got in. She rolled down the window and said: "Are you getting in or not?"

Beverly nodded robotically and managed to walk around the front of the car to the passenger door, her head barely peeking over the hood as she walked. 

After a bit of fumbling, Beverly sat down heavily and closed the door. Inside of the cab, Stella could hear very, very faint buzzing emanating from the woman's crotch. Knowing what it was made Stella wet.

And the night was just beginning.

"Stella... The toys- they're- Oh gosh..." Beverly mumbled, her voice strained.

"Does it hurt?"

"No... It's... I can't focus."

"That's fine," Stella said as she reversed her truck out of the parking lot. It was about twenty minutes of driving to their destination, and she had some testing to do!

***

The drive over was fun.

They chatted over inane things, while Stella tested Beverly's ability to keep her shit together on different vibration levels.

Anything up to level seven Beverly could just power through; between seven and eleven she would start to lose focus and babble a bit.

The brief experiment with level twelve got Beverly moaning and grinding her thighs together. Stella cut the vibration right before the woman could come. 

The resulting sulk was incredibly cute.

By the time they arrived in front of the Bare Naked Ladies, Beverly was a mess. To an outside observer she would seem slightly flushed, but Stella knew better by now. 

The woman was beside herself with arousal. 

"Here we are! The best, and only, lesbian bar in Crooner Ville!" Stella announced after they both got out of her truck.

Beverly looked up at the neon sign showing stylized figures of naked women dancing with a grim expression. The toys were currently set to level four, allowing her some spare brain power.

"You- you want us to go in... There?" 

"I'm going in. You can just sit in the car all night if you want." 

Beverly choked on a shrill laugh, before regaining control of herself. The intensity of it surprised Stella. For a brief instant the other woman looked deranged. Before Stella could say anything, Beverly schooled her features and cast a quick glance at both ends of the street. Then, she took a deep breath and squared her dainty shoulders.

"No... I don't think I will be doing that tonight... After you!"

Stella pushed through the old heavy doors and was surprised to be met with the sight of people inside. The management seemed to be outright hostile to the idea of people having fun, comfortable decour or music that was made after the sixties. Stella picked this place to avoid running into any of her friends. 

But tonight, it seemed the bar seemed almost... alive. Stella did a double take seeing the new posters on the walls. A huge print of the "Satan was a Lesbian" book cover dominated the wall next to the bar. She should come back here another day with Haylee, she loved all that vintage stuff.

And the bar! While it was still the same old piece of shit it looked to be cleaned. The wood looked almost inviting now instead of a sticky grey mess. The booths had new upholstery, the dance floor seemed to have actual proper music set up. The whole place looked almost... Cool.

Stella turned to Beverly to tell her about the changes before she caught herself. Beverly was here to suffer, not to chat about decor. She was here to- where was Beverly? Stella spotted her outside, clutching her purse, looking constipated.

Stella shot her a look. Beverly shot a look back. Stella escalated with a raised eyebrow. Beverly rolled her eyes and walked in. She had a look of a woman resigning herself to an acid bath.

Inside, Beverly's eyes shot around rapidly. Disdain and a sort of awe fighting for dominance on her face. She clearly did not like the interior, the spoiled princess that she was... But the people? The people had her spellbound.

When she spotted the dance floor she inhaled sharply. A couple of women lazily danced to some pop song. Beverly observed them like a starving hawk. Her expression stirred something in Stella. What sort of life did she lead, that the sight of some tired lesbians swaying around made her feel jealous?

It was the year twenty twenty five god damn it! Where did she come from?

"It's... Nice. What a... Nice place you brought me to." Beverly said, sounding incredibly insincere. "My hat's off to the decorator... They must have been-"

Stella set the toys to level ten and pushed Beverly towards a booth in a dim corner, away from other patrons and the tired looking bartender. They would have privacy there. Beverly squawked quietly and walked over on wobbly legs.

Stella got them some beers, mostly to keep the barwoman off their asses. She vaguely knew the woman, Tina- something or other. She slipped her a hundred dollars and asked for some privacy tonight, as well as the spare keys to the handicapped bathroom.

The woman grinned and winked at her. Some things about this place did not change it seemed.

Beverly was sitting quietly in the booth when Stella approached; her back straight, hands clasped over her thighs. She was staring off into the distance, trying really hard not to look aroused. Stella considered her options and sat next to the woman, boxing her in.

"So, having fun? Bevs?" Stella asked, after leaning in. Beverly smelled amazing, as usual: cherries and... Some sort of floral scent Stella did not recognize, but it made her salivate.

"You... Could... Say that..." She breathed out, her pupils wide. Stella forgot that she left the toys running. Whoops!

After some consideration, she said fuck it and turned the toys up to twelve. Beverly gasped and gripped her beer tightly.

"Stella- please- please" She moaned under her breath.

"Please what?" 

"I can't-" Beverly choked out, grinding her thighs together. 

"I am sorry Beverly, but I simply can't understand you. You will have to speak in full sentences."

Beverly closed her eyes and groaned deeply. Then, she opened her mouth but no words came out for a while. Finally she spoke, her voice weak and husky. "I am going to come if you don't- don't stop."

"That's the idea, dyke." Stella whispered into her ear. Beverly shivered, hearing the word. 

Stella leaned out of the booth and glanced around the bar. Nobody was paying them any attention, and nobody had a reason to come over to their secluded booth. Good.

She put her right hand on Beverly's thigh making the woman jump. She opened her eyes and stared at Stella, her mouth slightly open; her lips full and inviting. If she was any other woman, Stella would have already been kissing her... But she wasn't. 

The idea of kissing Beverly Carpenter made Stella sick.

"You want me to come... Here?!" Beverly said, sounding equally incredulous and aroused.

Beverly stared at her for a moment, something akin to anger deep behind her eyes. She glanced around, at a pride flag hanging nearby them. At the dinghy booth. At the women swaying on the dance floor.

This was the moment Stella lived for. It's been five weeks since she'd had Beverly barge into her office, and every time they met, this moment was like pure heroin to her.

The moment Beverly broke. 

She'd been with many women who liked kinky stuff, and some who did it despite the shame it made them feel. But she'd never been with somebody like Beverly. Her pride, shame and love of surrender equally strong.

Beverly's legs spread in a jerky motion. Her face full of shame and anger. But most of all: hunger. Beverly wanted it like nobody else, despite how much it hurt her.

Whatever the hell drove this freak back to Stella week after week was strong enough to break through that barrier. Beverly wanted to be owned, and Stella was happy to oblige.

"Good girl... Now, lean back and enjoy yourself." Stella whispered into Beverly's ear. It was important to reward her once in a while.

Her thighs were hot to the touch. The woman gasped as Stella's hand slid under her long skirt, seeking her panties. They were soaked; the flared base of the toy stuffing Beverly's vagina felt slick to the touch. Stella pressed on it, pushing it deeper inside, enjoying the powerful vibrations.

"God!" Beverly moaned, too loudly; her head arched back.

Stella sneaked an arm around the woman's neck and pressed her left hand over Beverly's mouth, stifling further moans. The music was loud enough to cover it up, but Stella was not taking any chances.

"Easy girl... You want to get caught?"

Beverly shook her head, but she pushed her hips out, seeking stimulation. Her hips drove into Stella's right hand, which was quickly getting covered with the woman's juices. 

"No? I thought it was your favourite fantasy..."  Stella said, as she pushed her hand deeper in, her fingers reaching the anal plug. She pressed down on it, in a steady rhythm; her palm rubbing against the toy in Beverly's vagina. The woman whined and ground herself into Stella's hand harder.

"I noticed... Every time I talk about it you get so wet... Being put on display. Getting caught... Eating pussy in public. You think I didn't notice?"

Beverly's eyes shot open and she looked at Stella, a little deer in the headlights. She really thought she was being sneaky, huh?

"Yeah, I noticed... How many women in this bar would jump at the chance of you eating them out? Should I go around and ask? I bet a lot of them would be up for it." Stella purred into Beverly's ear as she drove both toys deeper.

Beverly groaned into her hand, her blue eyes not leaving hers. She was close to coming, Stella could tell. She just needed a little push.

"You know... I think I could even charge..." Stella continued as she put more force into teasing the plug in Beverly's ass. The woman's eyes were wild. "Imagine it, a line of women waiting for your mouth... You on your knees in the middle of the room, serving one after another..." 

The orgasm was a sight to behold. 

Beverly's entire body went stiff, her eyes lost focus, looking somewhere past Stella. She moaned long and hard into Stella's hand, drooling all over it. Her hips bucked rigidly, into her hand, over and over.

"But it doesn't matter how many pussies you eat... You are still mine... You're mine Beverly!" Stella whispered before she could stop herself. Her heart sank when she realized what she just said.

"My property..." She added to cover it up, but it was too late.

Beverly's eyes softened, along with her whole body. She sagged back against the seat, sighing in delight. Her soft eyes never leaving Stella's. They drilled into her, their hunger making Stella feel weak. 

What right did she have to look at Stella like this?

She yanked her hand away from Beverly's wet panties and sat back. Belatedly she remembered to turn down the toys to zero. A quick glance confirmed that nobody noticed their little play session. The bar was filling up, despite it being a sunday evening. The dance floor was getting lively.

"Thank you..." Beverly whispered next to her.

Stella shrugged. Why did she have to say that? 'You are mine...' That sounded so... Intimate. She never said anything close to that to any woman. Never wanted to. But with Beverly, it just... Slipped out.

She drank her beer, feeling stupid. The sounds of "I Will Survive" blared through the sound system, driving the dancing women wild. She wanted to dance too. She wanted to get sweaty and not think for a while.

Next to her, Beverly sat up more properly as she slowly recovered. Besides a slight flush, and a subtle crease to her skirt nothing about her appearance was amiss. 

"Ahem... So, what did you do after high school?" Beverly asked, in a tone so casual Stella wanted to see her get hit by a truck.

She considered lying, but didn't feel like it. The usual half-truths felt pointless. Oddly... She had no reason to lie to Beverly. There was no shame left between them. She shivered as she realized the bitter truth: with this woman she could be honest.

"Nothing. Stayed in my room for a year. I was scared to leave..." She said, feeling hollow. She hated thinking about that year... The weakness. But her mouth kept going for some reason. "I stopped eating... Lost weight. My dad found some of his old workout equipment in the basement.... He did it with me every day, just to get me to... Do anything."

Beverly listened to her quietly, looking sad. "Oh... I am sorry." She said after a while... Before grabbing her beer and sipping it. Her face twisted in outrage.

"What? Let me guess... You prefer wine?"

"No... Beer is fine. My compliments to the brewer..." She said looking at the bottle like it tried to kill her newborn.

"You don't like Mikey's Special?"

"My compliments to Mikey, whoever he is..." Beverly said, looking at the beer bottle with utter revulsion. "He managed to invent a way to brew alcohol from dead rats covered in shit. A truly impressive man..."

Stella could not help but chuckle. Beverly was funny. Another insult from the universe.

Anxiety moved Stella to her feet. Habit made her extend her hand to Beverly. "Wanna dance?" She said, before she caught herself.

Beverly looked surprised as she took her hand, but herself to be led to the dance floor. The closer they got to the dancing women, the more her pace slowed, making Stella double check- No, the toys were off. When they reached the small twenty by twenty feet square full of women she was smiling in a way that Stella knew meant she was afraid.

She cursed at herself for knowing and understanding the intricacies of Beverly's smiles. When did that happen?

An encouraging word would go a long way in a situation like this. On the other hand... Stella pulled Beverly in roughly and spun her around, her back now to the dance floor. The woman yelped, her eyes going wide.

"You-"

She pushed into Beverly, forcing her to walk backwards into the dance floor. The smaller woman sputtered and slapped at her arms, but she couldn't really stop her. In a couple of seconds they were in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by dancing women. Beverly realized their position and froze.

Stella leaned in and put her hands on the woman's stiff hips. She pushed her back and forth, forcing her to sway. "Come on Beverly, loosen up!" She slapped her ass, making sure to hit the plug. "Take that stick out of your butt!"

Beverly stared daggers up at her. Her anger seemed to be stronger than her fear, because she started dancing. She was slow and stiff, self consciously looking around, but she was dancing. Stella smirked at her.

"Nobody is looking at you. Nobody cares. These women have their own lives."

Beverly relaxed a fraction. "I am... Not used to being... Seen like this." She whispered. "And they are looking at me! At us!"

"That's because we're hot."

Beverly blinked, surprised. She looked around again, Stella following her gaze. There were a number of women looking at them appreciatively. 

"Oh..."

"Yeah. You're in a gay bar. There might be homosexuals around!"

Beverly made a noise that could have been a laugh but said nothing. After a beat of stillness, her hips loosened up and she began to dance in earnest. Stella gasped. She was back in high-school and the cheerleaders were performing.

Beverly could move! She was not doing anything special, just dancing in place, but she was a sight to behold; her hips swaying sensuously, the long skirt trailing behind her, hypnotising. Stella's black heart hurt looking at her, At how graceful she was. 

This woman was hers, she realized, to do whatever she wanted with. Fuck? Torture? Please? Destroy? 

What the fuck was she doing here with her? With Beverly Carpenter? Was this a dream? One of those stress nightmares that, for some reason, always takes place in your high-school.

She danced along trying to catch up, to stop thinking. Beverly looked up at her with a smile that looked almost true. Her hands sneaking onto Stella's hips. Their rhythms twining closely. Matching effortlessly.

Beverly licked her lips while looking at Stella's. Her desire clear, her hands roaming higher, exploring Stella's abdomen, tips of fingers brushing against the underside of her breasts.

The blue eyes almost closed as Stella's hand gently cradled the back of Beverly's head. She licked her lips again, before parting them slightly. Her eyes half lidded, she stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach Stella.

Stella could feel Beverly's hot breath on her lips, her breasts pressed against hers. The smell of her sweat and perfume mixed together made her feel dizzy. Her heart burst with something dark and bottomless as she whispered.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Her hand tightened into a fist, tearing at Beverly's hair. With her other hand she turned up the toys to twelve, the highest setting. Beverly's eyes shot open and she moaned loudly, obscenely. She tried to stop herself, but Stella's leg pressing into her crotch tore another moan out of her. Her hands clawed at Stella's arms, burning wonderfully.

"You thought I would kiss you?"

"G-gaaah! S-stella! Ste-" Beverly babbled half words, but she did not try to get away.

Stella embraced her tightly, her mouth pressed into the smaller woman's ear. 

"How's your ass and pussy feel, dyke? Good and full?" 

Beverly's response was to moan into her neck and claw at her back. Her hips pushing themselves against Stella's leg. She expected whining and bargaining, not immediate capitulation. Her clit pulsed at the feeling of Beverly's body grinding against her, surrendering without a fight.

"Look at you, getting fucked in public... You really are a pervert, you know that Beverly? Answer me!"

Beverly nodded jerkily as she screamed into Stella's shoulder; the music muffling most of the noise. They were in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a sweaty, cloying crowd of women dancing together closely; grinding on each other without shame. From the outside, they should not stick out too badly Stella decided.

"You're going to make yourself come, right here, right now, and then- Then you're going to eat me out in the bathroom. Get it? Dyke?" She growled into Beverly's ear. 

The speed of Beverly's thrusting into her thigh increased. The woman gave up all pretense of propriety and rutted herself against her thigh. The thought of it made Stella ache like never before. This woman was hers. She was not giving this up, no matter how fucked up it was. 

Fuck mental health! This was better!

Beverly screamed as she orgasmed. The sound of it vibrating through Stella's shoulder traveling straight to her clit, making it ache. It sounded like "God" or maybe "Good" or perhaps no words at all, just pure delight. 

When it was over Beverly looked exhausted. All around them women were freaking out, dancing to "It's raining Men" of all songs. Beverly's eyes were dazed as Stella led her to the handicapped bathroom. She used the key she got from he bartender and half-carried the freshly fucked woman inside.

Inside was surprisingly roomy and bright. The quiet and stark white light reflecting off of creamy tiles made Stella feel like an insect on display. The sight of her own messed up hair and wildly aroused face greeted her in the mirror. Beverly leaned against the wall and breathed heavily, looking at her with wild dark eyes.

Stella said nothing as she walked up to Stella and tore open her blouse. The angry writing contrasted with her pale, delicate skin. Beverly just stood there shaking slightly, staring at Stella, her eyes filled with lust. She whined quietly when Stella grabbed her breast roughly, pinching the nipple through her white bra. She remained silent as she smeared DYKE with her thumb, Beverly's skin slick with sweat.

When Stella stepped back and hiked up her dress Beverly swallowed hard and got on her knees without complaint; her pale dress stark against the black linoleum floor. She loved this about the woman. Their broken parts fit so well together, they did not need words half the time.

Beverly pressed her face into Stella's crotch and inhaled deeply, greedily. 

"You were thinking of eating me as you came... Right?" She asked, the sound of her own voice surprising Stella after the loudness of the dance floor.

Beverly nodded, her eyes closed, savouring the smell. She opened her mouth and put it around Stella's mound, licking her wet panties. Stella planted her feet wider, pulled her wet panties aside and pushed out her hips. Beverly did not need any further instruction.

In the last six weeks Stella taught Beverly exactly how she liked it. The woman was a quick study. That first night she overwhelmed Stella with her enthusiasm, despite her lacking technique. With practice and instruction, her technique improved greatly... And her enthusiasm never diminished. 

She was eating Stella out like she was her last meal on death row, nose pressed into her clit, coming up for air only when she couldn't help it anymore. Tongue deep in her pussy, licking and tasting wildly. Stella reached out and grabbed her hair, pressing her face against her pussy harder. Beverly's moan rewarded her, letting her know how much the kneeling woman loved it.

Stella ground her hips onto Beverly's mouth and tongue, the woman obediently sticking her tongue out, allowing herself to be used. The sight of her eager eyes, messed up makeup and wild hair tugging at something deep inside Stella. She wanted more! She could never get enough of this!

She rocked her hips against Beverly's face until she came looking right into her eager blue eyes. The orgasm did not disappoint, having built pretty much since she'd seen the writing still remaining on Beverly's skin after the week of separation. 

Beverly never looked away, her blue eyes showing nothing but surrender. Stella could not look away, as the waves of pleasure almost knocked her off her feet. 

She stumbled away from the kneeling woman, and leaned against the cool wall. The thrum of the music leaking through the door almost drowned out the deep pulse of her own blood. She felt drunk, despite only sipping her beer once or twice.

Beverly writhed on the floor, pressing her ass into the floor. Stella realized that she never turned off the toys after the woman came on the dance floor. She'd been enduring the intense vibration while eating Stella out. By the looks of it, Beverly was having another orgasm.

Stella smirked. Watching Beverly Carpenter climaxing on a bathroom floor was not on her bingo card for this year, but here she was. 

Flushed, face full of her pussy juice, hair wild, eyes closed tightly, grinding herself into the floor. Her open blouse revealing the writing on her skin. DYKE, LESBO, BULLY, CUNT and so on. 

What a beautiful sight.

Stella lowered the intensity of the toys after Beverly seemed to have finished.  Beverly nearly doubled over from relief. She was heaving for breath, looking nothing like the put together woman she'd met a couple of hours ago.

And yet, she remained the most beautiful woman Stella had ever seen.

On wobbly legs, Beverly got up, and hobbled to the sink. She washed her face and neck in silence, then tried to smooth out her hair. She did not say anything or look at Stella, her attention focused entirely on her own reflection. Stella caught her eyes in the mirror; the confused look in them. She was reminded of Dr Wozniak's words.

'Why are you torturing this woman?'

Because that's how Beverly looked like in that moment. She looked haunted, for a fraction of a second, before her features smoothed out one by one.

What were you thinking about, Beverly? Stella almost asked. But why bother? She did not care.

Instead, she asked "So... What did you do after high school?"

Beverly spat out the water she was gargling with. She responded without turning around.

"I got married... And I had my daughter shortly after."

"Oooh! You had an oopsie baby?"

Beverly did not respond for a while. She took out a little makeup kit from her purse and began washing her face. 

"Prom."

"Ah... Who was the lucky guy?" Stella asked, despite herself. 

"Adam."

Adam Turner? A completely uninspired trust fund type. Not even interesting enough to be cruel. Yes, he did bully Stella, but she knew that he was just doing what he was told by his girlfriend.

"So... You're Beverly Turner now?" Stella asked. She did not care, but... Beverly Turner? That did not fit.

"For a while... Not anymore."

"Why?"

Beverly kept inspecting her face in the mirror in silence. A ghost of the previous tortured expression brushing against her features.

"Why?" Stella asked again. If Beverly does not want to talk about it, it must be interesting.

"You said... Before... That you would be nice... As long as I kept the toys in. You were not very nice on the dance floor..." Beverly said, sounding annoyed.

Oh right... She did say that, didn't she? She almost pushed back, but That would derail the conversation. Nice try Beverly!

"I forgot in the heat of the moment... I am sorry." She said instead. Beverly's head whipped around to look at her, surprised. Stella smirked. "Now... Why'd you two break up?"

Beverly turned back to the mirror. She was silent for a while, while applying her lipstick. Stella was sure she would not answer.

"Because he was sloppy enough to be caught cheating on me in public. I could not have that." She said calmly.

What a curious choice of words.

"You knew about it? The cheating?"

"Yes."

"And you... Didn't care?"

"No. He... Deserved intimacy. We had an understanding..." Beverly said, in that infuriatingly calm tone. Like she was discussing the weather.

"And you... As his wife did not... Factor into the 'intimacy' equation?"

"No." Beverly said with a serene smile.

She finished with her makeup in record time, spun away from the sink, and smiled the most insincere smile Stella had ever seen on any person living or dead. "There! All good! How about some more dancing Stella?"

Beverly sauntered towards the door, ignoring Stella's perplexed expression. The more she learned about Beverly the more confused she was getting. What the hell was this woman doing with her life?!

Stella stood in front of the door, barring Beverly's exit. God damn it, Dr Wozniak! Now she wanted to know more!

"Beverly... Are you gay?" She asked.

All her life she assumed Beverly to be straight... Then,  in the last couple of weeks,  she'd readjusted her assessment to bisexual or pansexual. But now...

Beverly's tight expression spoke volumes. "Is that really what you want to be dredging up right now Stella? Let's go out there and-"

"You wanted to talk, right? All these weeks you kept pestering me about my life. Let's talk! I know you like women... What about men? You a big fan?"

Beverly rolled her eyes and examined her nails, like the question was beneath her.

"'Being Gay' is a modern concept. Nobody is 'Gay' or 'Straight'. It's just words. People... Had all kinds of sex for millenia without needing to make it a big deal." She finally said, sounding disinterested in the conversation. "I suppose I am a fan of the classical approach."

"That's the gayest thing I've ever heard."

"Be that as it may... Would you like to spend the rest of the night discussing semantics in a lavatory, or would you rather go out there and..." She stepped closer to Stella, their chests almost touching now. Beverly leaned in and whispered seductively: "Do something more interesting?"

Stella stared at the woman: Gay, repressed and so deep in the closet she's using freshmen level philosophy to reframe it as the apartment next door. Got it. 

Which forced another little sliver of interest out of Stella, quite against her will.

"So... Sex doesn't matter? How about all that 'no adultery' and 'No gayness' shit the church keeps going on about? That doesn't faze you?"

Beverly closed her eyes in a manner of a tired teacher explaining the most elementary concept to a half-wit.

"Of course it does... I don't..." Beverly searched for words, looking frustrated. "I don't... Want to sin..."

Beverly stepped away from Stella and began pacing around the bathroom. 

"But, there are degrees of sin. Not all of them are equal! Everybody sins, it's... not something one can avoid, not really.

"What about-"

"Coveting your neighbour's wife is one of the big ones. It's one of the ten commandments for Pete's sake!" Beverly interrupted her, eyes a bit crazy. "I've spent... Decades coveting. I can't really help it. Believe me, I tried to..."

Stella said nothing, eager to see where this trainwreck went.

"Since you and I... Reconnected, I no longer covet." Beverly smirked.

"Aah... So... Having an orgasm on a bathroom floor of a lesbian bar is actually an improvement for you?"

Beverly laughed humorlessly and shrugged.

"Have you tried running that by a priest? Because-"

Beverly groaned and stepped towards her, with such an intensity in her gaze Stella almost backed off. She stopped right in front of her and said "I want to dance. Don't you? Let's go out there... Please."

The desperation in her eyes was delightful... And hard to look at for some reason. Stella found herself stepping aside.

"Sure. After you." Stella bowed and let Beverly through to the door. When the woman was near she whispered, her voice barely audible: "Hey, homosexuals say what?"

"What?"

"Don't worry about it."

Stella chuckled to herself, and followed Beverly out of the bathroom. The bar had filled up when they were inside, all sorts of women, and a handful of men dancing around and drinking the night away. She scanned the crowd for any familiar faces, but found none to her relief. 

Beverly went rigid, maybe at seeing the amount of people gathered in this place... Were they going to dance now? She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do. She had plenty of ideas for how to torment the woman, but... But she wanted to talk to her more. Dig into that weird brain and understand what the hell was wrong with her.

Beverly Carpenter was interesting... It hit Stella like a flying brick. She wanted to know her. This repressed mess was... She was...

Fun. 

The bitch was... fun.

Stella's stomach did a flip. She did not know if she wanted to dunk the woman's head in the toilet, talk to her for hours, or finger her behind a dumpster. Every proposition seemed equally enticing.

She felt sick for some reason.

Stella looked around, trying to get her head back in the game. She was startled to realize that a woman was staring at her from across the crowded bar. She was asian, tall and slender, dressed elegantly in white slacks and a wine colored turtleneck. Did she know her? There were a couple of women floating out there that had good reasons to give Stella the stink eye, but she did not recognise this one.

Which, to be fair, may have been part of the reasoning for the stink eye... An one night stand she never called back?

The unknown woman pushed herself away from the wall and began wading through the crowd towards them. Her eyes jumping between Stella and Beverly. Oh...

"Uh... A friend of yours?" Stella whispered into Beverly's ear.

"You don't know me. I walked into the bathroom with you by mistake, looking for the exit." Beverly spoke back, her tone ice cold. 

She stepped away from Stella and smoothed her skirt. Her face looked deranged in the dim light of the bar. A face was one of a funeral director about to present a reconstructed corpse to a grieving family member.

In an instant Beverly put on a mask of gentle confused interest. She turned to the approaching woman and put her hands on her hips. "Gloria? What are you doing here? What a surprise!"

The woman, Gloria, stopped in front of Beverly looking confused. "What- I'm- What are you doing here? And who is your... Friend?" She nodded in Stella's direction. Her eyes assessing and... Appreciative. 

Stella considered outing Beverly just for the hell of it, but did not... However tempting it was. Seeing the look of horror on Beverly's face as she admitted their affair would have been a balm for her black heart.

But she did promise to be nice after all.

"I don't know her. She wandered in on me while I was pissing." She turned to Beverly and winked at her. "Not that I minded."

Beverly turned to Stella, her face the picture of disgust. "Excuse me?"

Stella laughed, seeing her acting. It was good. She put up her arms, pretending to surrender. "Whatever. You're the one that tried to sneak a peek at me pissing. See ya." She walked away, leaving the two women alone. 

She did not go far. She walked a couple of steps and leaned against the bar, pretending to do something on her phone. A wild idea of turning the toys one brushed against her mind, but she rejected it. She wasn't that crazy.

Although... It would be really fucking funny if- No! She had limits!

Stella was just close enough to hear the conversation. Beverly was speaking.

"Oh I felt better and figured I'd go for a drive... I got thirsty, so I walked in." 

The absolute confidence Beverly was projecting took the other woman aback. Beverly's acting was so good that Stella could see Gloria begin to doubt her own perceptions. It was honestly scary.

"I... Beverly... This is a... Lesbian bar."

To add insult to injury 'I kissed a girl and I liked it' began to blare through the speakers. The women in the bar went absolutely wild, while Stella felt like she was about to have a stroke from the sheer fucking dramatic irony of the whole thing.

Beverly's willpower was stronger than hers it seemed, seeing that she managed not to react to the music at all; her face full of surprise at the information she was just now learning. Lesbian bar! Why I never!

"Really? It's... That kind of a bar? I had no idea!" 

"There's rainbow flags everywhere..." Gloria said, exasperated.

"Ha, as if that's any indication! Everywhere you look nowadays it's... That kind of messaging." Beverly spat, looking around wearily. "You can't go out on the town without it being shoved into your face..."

Stella's stomach dropped. What did she just say? Stella leaned in to listen more closely. Surely she just misheard her. Gloria did not respond for a while. When she did she sounded tired.

"Beverly... I told you... You can talk to me about anything. It does not have to be a big deal, It does not have to be-" 

"Oh stop it... Once again, you're projecting your own... Issues onto me! I couldn't sleep, I was driving around, I found this place. Are you calling me a liar?"

When Gloria did not respond, Beverly continued. A mad gleam in her eyes. One Stella recognised from high school. She looked ugly, standing there, outlined by women dancing, lying her ass off.

"And what are you doing here, Gloria? Does your husband know about... This?"

"He's in Seattle for the week." Gloria sighed. I'm here because..." She trailed off, sounding defeated. She stood there quietly for a while, neither of the women speaking.

Finally Gloria's shoulders slumped.. No more fight left in her. "I think... I should go. It was... Interesting running into you..."

Beverly beamed at her. "Yes... We're still on for Tuesday, right?"

Gloria sighed and walked away without responding. It looked like the conversation aged her ten years. On her way out, she caught Stella looking at her. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, but she said nothing and left.

"Wow... How dramatic!" A voice close to Stella's ear startled her terribly. 

She spun around, to see a smile she knew very well. Heylee was standing behind the bar, looking as hot as ever. Dark skin, long curly hair put into two long braids reaching to her breasts, tattoos everywhere and all that. Fuck! One of the people she definitely did not want to run into tonight. She picked this bar specifically to avoid her!

What were the fucking chances?! 

"Haylee! You work in this dump now?!"

"I own this dump now, thank you very much. Old lady packed up and left for Portland... I made her an offer... Which you would have known if you hadn't disappeared!" She said scowling. She looked genuinely upset.

Stella dated Haylee for a while in their twenties before both of them realised that they were just good friends having good sex... So that's what they became in the end. Good friends. Stella spent years complaining to the woman about Beverly. She really did not want to get into it now.

"Ahem... I..." Stella desperately really did not want to lie to Haylee. "I met somebody. It's... Weird. I am not ready to talk about it. I am really sorry for ghosting you. It's been a weird couple of weeks."

Haylee squinted at her for a while before nodding.

"Met somebody?" 

Stella nodded before adding "It's... Really complicated..."

"You don't do complicated."

She shrugged. "Congrats on the bar! You really-"

Haylee grinned and leaned in, something wild in her eyes. Stella started sweating. "Oh my Lord Stella Sorrentino got got? As I live and breathe I don't believe it!"

"It's not like that"

"So how is it?"

"Uh... It's... Uh... I don't want to get into it."

Haylee hummed and looked at her for a long time. "Let me guess... She's small and blonde? Is it that kind of complicated?"

Stella's eyes bulged out. Did she know?

"Oh don't strain yourself. I know your type. Plus..." She pointed at something behind Stella. Beverly was standing there, a couple of feet away, pretending not to be eavesdropping on them.

"The little blonde white girls are going to kill you one day, you know? How's therapy going, huh?"

"Great. I think I am winning."

"That's my girl..." Haylee smirked as she assessed Beverly "She's cute... Is she worth abandoning your friends to hastily renovate a bar on their own?"

"You could have texted you know..."

"It was meant to be a surprise! You bitch!" Haylee scoffed, before grinning again. "And then... The longer you ghosted me the more I knew you'll owe me so..."

"Oh yeah? How's your therapy going?"

"The bar came with an apartment upstairs... If only I had a big buff friend to help me move my furniture in..." 

Stella nodded, without saying anything. She was getting off easy and she knew it. Haylee opened her mouth to say more before noticing a patron waiting to be served. The other bartender was swarmed. "Gah... Bad time to talk. It's getting busy. The new management is really turning things around here. Don't go anywhere, I am not done with you!" She said with a wink and ran off.

The second Haylee left, Beverly settled beside her, having to jump onto the barstool with her short legs. Stella did not look at her. She did not want to see her face right now.

The shit she said to Gloria weighed in her belly. Somewhere along the way Stella actually believed Beverly that she changed... And maybe she did. But what did she really know about this woman? About her life? Was she out there... Still treating people like shit?

She neglected her friends for this bitch?

"Sooo... Who's your friend?" Beverly said, trying to sound casual. She sounded constipated.

"Who was yours?" Stella shot back.

"A neighbour... She... Nevermind her. How about you?"

"Haylee and I used to date... She knows about what you did to me."

Beverly chewed on that for a minute, before nodding. She looked at Haylee serving patrons with clear jealousy. Something about it pissed Stella off. She realized what it was.

She met Beverly once a week and gave her exactly what she wanted. She could be her gay freak self in secret, get it out of her system and then... Be a piece of shit the rest of the week knowing that none of that will matter. There would be no punishment.

Just like there was no real punishment for everything she did in high school...

Stella caught Haylee's eye, who looked at the two of them curiously. The line of women waiting to be served was getting shorter.

"Beverly... If you're still here when Haylee comes back around I'll tell her about the toys inside you. She likes that kind of stuff."

Beverly's head whipped around towards Stella. She looked scared.

"No! You- you can't-"

"Then fuck off home. Go plan your party." She almost added that she'll see her next week, but... She didn't really feel like it right now.

"Stella! Don't be like this. You- you promised to be nice."

Stella could not believe she agreed to that. How did that happen? This thing with Beverly was meant to be... Punishment. And here they were dancing and chatting?!?

"Do you think you deserve nice? From me?"

Beverly did not answer the question. She sat there in silence, sulking. Finally, after a long and awkward silence she spoke. "Did... You hear me talking to Gloria?"

"Yes."

"I'm-"

"Save it. I am tired of hearing you talk." Stella responded. She nodded her head towards Haylee, who was making her way towards them. "Here she comes. Leave or stay, your decision dyke."

Beverly looked stricken. It was clear she did not want the woman to know what they were doing, but on the other hand... There was something in her expression, buried deep. There was that hunger again. The freak inside of her wanted to be seen for what she was.

Stella's clit pulsed seeing it. Once again, she was sure Beverly would finally break and leave... But she did not. Beverly schooled her expression and leaned on the bar. A picture of a woman enjoying a casual chat. 

It made Stella sick... Once again she was giving this woman what she wanted... Why was she doing this?

"Anything it takes Stella..." Beverly whispered just before Haylee approached them with a smile.

"Hey there!" She beamed at Beverly, who smiled back lazily. "You're the lucky lady keeping Stella away from us? Tell me your secrets!"

Beverly laughed insincerely. Haylee did not notice, but Stella did. "I'm sorry! I didn't know I had such an effect on her..." Beverly paused before continuing. "Ahem, my name is Charl-"

"You can call her dyke." Stella interrupted, "She also responds to dog."

Beverly sputtered, her easy demeanor gone, her face flushed crimson. Haylee's smile did not waver, but she did raise an eyebrow at Stella, before turning to Beverly. She leaned in and spoke quietly.

"Ahem... Is that so?"

Beverly sat there stiffly, not looking at her. After a while she nodded, the flush spreading to her neck. Haylee's smile stretched and turned quite predatory.

Something dark stirred within Stella. She felt proud... Showing off her new toy to her friend.

Hearing Gloria and Beverly talk soured her mood considerably... But now? Now she felt it coming back. She fished her phone out of her purse and put it onto the bar, the screen lighting up to show the dials of the sex-toy app.

Beverly gasped seeing it and Stella opened her mouth to explain. Of course she need not have bothered. Haylee look one look at the display and laughed. "Two toys? My... Now I see why you were busy! God damn!"

"Yeah... It's been a ride... Right dyke? We've been having a lot of fun, right?"

Beverly said nothing. She looked down at her hands twined on top of the bar, her expression absolutely mortified. Stella had never seen her look so ashamed. It was a balm to her soul. 

"I asked you a question. Answer me."

Beverly looked up at her, anger and desperate arousal fighting on her face. Finally, she choked out "Yes, Stella..."

Haylee slapped both her hands to her cheeks and cooed. "Oooh she's so embarrassed! I love it! Gosh what a cutie!" She leaned over the phone, a gleam in her eyes. "Say... Can I turn them on?"

Beverly tensed. Looking at the phone like it was an armed nuclear bomb. Stella grinned and made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "Be my guest! What's mine is yours and so on! Let's say it's a late opening day gift!"

"Oh! For me?" Haylee laughed and placed her finger on the dial operating both toys. She winked at Beverly and pushed it up, slowly. The woman tried valiantly not to react, but Stella could read her arousal in the line of her shoulders, in the tension in the whiteness of her knuckles. Stella glanced around, making sure nobody was watching them. There were some casual glances, but nothing worrying.

"So! Dog! How did you meet Stella? That must have been a cute story!" Haylee said, as she raised the power to four.

"I- I went to her office to hire her. Didn't- didn't work out!" 

"Picking from the client pool Stella? Don't shit where you eat!" Haylee laughed, her finger continuing its slow journey, going past level seven.

"This one was special, Haylee. Couldn't help myself." She said with a fake cheer and slapped Beverly on the ass hard. The woman yelped and leaned over the bar trying to take the weight off her abused bottom. Her eyes scrunched tight, her breathing quickened. She was trying not to moan.

"I can see why..." Haylee purred. "Hey doggie... How does it feel? Getting off in public like this?"

Beverly opened her eyes and looked at Stella; her pupils were blown out. She looked delicious.

"I... Anything that- that Stella wants-" She choked out, desperately trying not to moan.

Stella slapped her on the ass again, harder this time. Beverly cried out, before covering her mouth with her hand. Stella leaned in and whispered into her ear, loud enough for Haylee to hear: "She asked you, how do you like it? Answer her."

"I- I love it! God, I do!" Beverly moaned out so quietly and desperately that Stella wanted to grab her head and push it between her thighs, but that probably would get them kicked out... Even if the owner of the bar was right there with them looking horny as hell.

The owner in question was grinning at the admission. She flicked her finger up, raising the level to twelve, the maximum. Beverly groaned into her hand and ground her ass into the bar stool, tiny noises of surrender and delight escaping her throat.

"Fuck me Stella... " Haylee leaned in and put her hand on Stella's, their faces close now. "Alright, I get it now. All is forgiven! She's a gem."

Beverly's eyes opened and she stared at their touching hands. She looked wildly aroused, and beside herself with pleasure, but even in her current state, the jealousy was clear. 

"Yeah... She is something else... But let's not pretend she doesn't have issues. Like jealousy... Doesn't like seeing me with other women."

"Oh really?" Haylee smiled, sensing where this was going. "That's not good. It just ruins relationships... Jealousy."

"Yeah." Stella whispered, as she leaned into Haylee, her lips close. She'd kissed this woman many times during, and after their relationship, but it never tasted as sweet as this one.

When their lips met she heard a whine from beside her. Stella laughed and opened her mouth, kissing Haylee deeply. She enjoyed the familiar shape of her lips, the way she pushed her tongue in, wrestling for control. The kiss did not last long, a mere couple of seconds, but it was intense.

She leaned away and glanced at Beverly. Sometime during the kiss, the woman went over the edge and climaxed. She looked furious as she ground her hips into the barstool without a care for propriety; all the while staring at Stella. Her eyes were full of delicious hurt.

Stella leaned in and whispered into her ear "Having fun?"

Beverly growled into her own hand as her orgasm rocked her. Stella had never seen a woman look this angry as she came, but there was a first for anything! Haylee looked at Beverly like she was a work of art. Stella felt a tinge of pride. 

For better or worse, this freak was hers.

She took the phone off the bar and turned the dial down to zero. Beverly flopped down, looking spent.

"Thank you for your help, kind bartender."

"Bar owner... Fuck, I wish I had more time tonight..." Haylee said, looking around frustrated. There were women clamoring for attention and booze. "Say Stella... If you're still here in an hour... I could show you and your friend the apartment upstairs."

Stella glanced at Beverly, who did not appear to be listening to their conversation, absorbed in trying to get herself together.

"I'll think about it... I'll see what she thinks about it. But Haylee..." Stella considered how much to tell the woman. She was not ready to admit that this was Beverly... But she needed to say something. "It really is complicated... The kind of complicated where... You might not want it anymore if you knew everything."

Haylee paused, ready to leave. She considered what Stella said and glanced at Beverly, who was valiantly trying to regain her senses.

"Eh fuck it. You only live once, right? Thank you for the warning... But I am not missing out on this one!" She laughed. Stella felt warm inside. She really loved this crazy bitch. Haylee winked at her and turned to leave. 

"Anyway! Thanks for this little demonstration! That really woke me up!" She laughed, pretending to wipe sweat off her brow. "Alright! Nice to meet you... Stella's friend. Remember to drink a lot of fluids! And booze doesn't count. I'll see you later... Maybe." And with that she jogged away, to do her job.

Beverly groaned and attempted to sit up straight. She looked wasted.

Stella looked at her phone. The clock made her do a double take. It was not even ten pm. They've been here for less than two hours. The night was still young!

She considered Haylee's offer. She missed the woman over the last couple of weeks and she was excited to see her fuck Beverly but... Most of all she looked forward to seeing her and Beverly interacting more. It was fun to see Beverly talk to other people. She was such a... Weird person.

Which is why it hurt to hear her say all the shit she said to Gloria... Stella could not believe she almost forgot what a piece of shit this woman was.

"You kissed her..." The piece of shit in question said angrily from beside her, pulling Stella out of her thoughts.

"Yep. Do you have a problem with that?"

"I thought you... Didn't kiss people."

"No... Just you."

Beverly did not respond to that. Stella glanced at her. She was, once again, fixing her makeup. It got a bit smudged when she came.

"Say... Beverly..."

"Oh, I have a name now?" 

"Haylee invited us up to her-"

"I know. I was listening..." 

Stella turned to her and leaned in.

"So? What do you think?" She asked. She had no idea what Beverly would say.

When Beverly did not respond, Stella considered just going home. But... the way Beverly was looking at her. Outraged at the kiss. It stirred something inside her. There were ways to truly hurt Beverly after all...

"You liked it... Being seen... Haylee watching you come... Admit it." She told Beverly.

"I did..." Beverly whispered, sounding resigned. "There is something really, really wrong with me..."

Stella did not deem it necessary to answer that.

Beverly groaned and looked down on her hands. "I- Stella... Don't make me do this..." She whispered.

"I am not making you do anything... I am asking. I want it. Do you?"

Beverly took her time answering. Once again, Stella was gifted with the front row seat to the spectacle of Beverly Carpenter wrestling with herself. She truly had no idea what she would prefer the woman's answer to be. She should leave, and deny this homophobic ass what she wanted... But... But...

Once again, even after twenty years she was at Beverly's mercy. Or maybe she had always been?

Has it ever stopped?

Beverly's tired shoulders slumped even more. She leaned into Stella and spoke quietly, her face more tired than Stella had seen before.

"Yes... I want it..." She whispered.

Stella's dark heart thrummed with cruel joy. Despite herself, she smiled.

There really was something wrong with her too.

Chapter 4

Summary:

The outing part 2! Beverly POV

"Wow... You're going to make somebody feel really special tonight mom..." Her daughter's voice stopped Beverly cold.

And she almost made it out of the door! She turned to see Victoria leaning into the foyer dorframe watching her carefully. When did she grow up? Who allowed that to happen? Beverly could have sworn that just a moment ago the girl had been nine years old and playing with the turtles.

"Ahem... Excuse me?" 

"You look great... Are you going out with... Ms. Gloria?"

"Oh? No, she's busy tonight. An emergency at the firm... I am just going to meet some friends... Don't wait up sweetie," Beverly said, trying to remember how to smile... And forget what laid under the thin fabric of her blouse.

Victoria smirked at her... That was her father's smirk.

"All I am saying is... About time. You've been happier lately. More... Yourself." Victoria said, aiming for gentleness, but not quite hitting her mark. "Whoever you're hiding... Good for you."

The careful avoidance of pronouns and references to Gloria did not escape Beverly's notice. Was Adam saying things again? 

And 'happy'?!? All week, she'd been losing her mind trying not to think about the vile words scrawled all over her body! Beverly clamped down on her frustration and put on a coy smile for her daughter.

"I'll be sure to let my friends know what good influence he's- they're having on me." A slight stutter, a subtle tremble, a delicate blush. Her daughter's eyebrows furrowed. That'll keep her guessing for a while...

"Well! It's getting late! So if you don't mind-" Beverly began, when her daughter cut her off.

"Actually... There's something." Victoria said, suddenly not looking at her. "I- for the party... I was wondering if it would be alright if I invited Tamara..."

Tamara? Who was that again? Beverly could keep track of all of Victoria's friends when they ran around the yard in their underwear, now that she'd gone off to college it became impossible.

"I- yes. sure. So that's going to be... Tamara, Conner and who else?"

Her daughter looked away, suddenly finding the stairway very interesting.

"Oh... Yeah, Conner's not coming. He's- busy." She said, quietly.

"I'm sorry... Is it-"

"But Tamara! She's a vegetarian, so... I wanted to ask about that."

Beverly fought not to show her opinions of vegetarians on her face. She lost. Victoria scowled at her. Beverly scowled back harder. "Yes, there will be... Salads."

Her daughter beamed at her, like she was just promised a pony. Forget the little girl playing with the turtles! Beverly was back in the hospital, nineteen years ago holding her baby for the first time. Love so strong she could hardly stand it filled her heart- not the complicated bitter feelings she felt for her parents or the desperate affection she tried to muster up for her husband.

Real love, for the first time in her life.

A part of Beverly's heart shifted and broke off. Who was this... Tamara? Why would she make her baby smile like that?

"So this... Tamara? Have I met her?"

Victoria shook her head looking... worried? Beverly felt numb. Victoria wasn't the type to worry. She just did what she wanted and left mangled bodies in her wake... As she should.

"She's just a friend." Her daughter said, her voice carefully controlled.

Beverly stood there for an eternity, pondering a thought that never once crossed her mind before. One too horrifying to consider. Was... Was her daughter- was she-

"Well, I'll be off then!" Beverly laughed so cheerfully she thought she'll have a stroke from the effort and left the house. Her daughter may have said something to her on the way out. She may have said something back. She wasn't sure.

Victoria had a boyfriend. And that's the end of that line of thought!

 She speed walked to her car and sat behind the wheel heavily. Her hand went to her chest without thinking, as it had all through the week.
 
DYKE, WHORE, LESBIAN, BULLY, DOG, BITCH, CUNT, and more, over and over ran through her head like a prayer. She knew each and every word scrawled on her body by heart. She could draw them from memory alone. 

Victoria was nothing like Beverly! It was not possible! That Tamara woman was just a grass fed friend.

A buzz from her phone rescued Beverly from her thoughts. A text from Gloria:

"Are you certain that you would rather stay inside tonight?"

Perfect spelling and punctuation as usual. Beverly appreciated that about Gloria. That woman would not abbreviate even if she was in a house fire.

"Feeling a bit under the weather. Sorry to leave you alone again," Beverly wrote back. She did not have to wait long for a response.

"I will find something to do. I hope you feel better."

A warm feeling threatened to spread through Beverly's heart. She crushed it without mercy. 

Real Beverly had been quite annoying this week. Constantly nagging her to reconsider her options, her affair with Stella too twisted to continue... But who else would want her, the way she was? A lying, shameful pervert?

The idea of Gloria ever meeting the Other Beverly made her shudder. Never! She started her car and drove towards Stella's gym. Nobody must ever know what she really was. Not Gloria, not her daughter.

Only Stella. 

 

---

 

Beverly would be the first person to admit that she lived much of her life holding herself back. There were good reasons for it, of course. There was poison inside her, and it was her responsibility to keep it in check, lest it spill out and hurt others again.

When Stella asked her to go out in public she almost said no. The Real Beverly screamed of the risks being too great, but her voice was weak tonight. The truths written all over Beverly's body made it so.

There were times - right before dawn on an especially bad night - when Beverly imagined herself as a different woman, one who did not know the price of lies. One free to... Just walk under the sun. The temptation of being that woman, just for one night. It was too much to bear.

Not to mention, the toys tearing at her vagina and anus were a terrible distraction. As was Stella's delicious outfit. When the promise of genuine conversation was added to the mix? Beverly was gone.

And then... The conversation... The dancing... The bathroom... Rutting in public like a common whore. No morals... No future. Just now, and the woman she was with. A dam broke, and the deep poisonous waters of her heart were let loose.

Stella talked to her! Asked about her! Even if some of her questions were the tired old cliches she heard from her ex-husband... "Are you gay Beverly?"

What a reductive question. She was a twisted little creature who escaped her cage for one night. That's all that mattered.

Of course, the universe could not allow for her crimes to go unpunished. Running into Gloria was fucking typical. Beverly said whatever she needed to say to get the woman to back off... For now. Of course Gloria did not believe her, the woman was not stupid... But that was a concern for later.

Beverly had bigger concerns now. 

Haylee...

Haylee...

Long legs, strong slender arms. Dark brown, warm skin covered in ink. Flowers, thorns and vines on her right forearm and a night's sky on her left arm. Were there more beneath her clothes? Beverly hated tattoo's with a passion, but on Haylee they looked beautiful. And the piercings! Haylee was the type of woman Beverly never crossed paths with... And she was fascinated.

Beautiful Haylee- Who was clearly good friends and more with Stella.

Haylee who looked at Beverly like she was an early Christmass gift...

Haylee who wanted to do more than just watch...

Haylee who kissed Stella like it was nothing!

They kissed! Right in front of Beverly! Like she was nothing! Like she was not Beverly Fucking Carpenter! 

Beverly and Stella settled into their private-enough booth after the encounter with the woman. Beverly needed some time to think. Did Stella have relations with other women when Beverly was not around? The thought made her sick.

Stella said that Beverly belonged to her... That must have meant something! Her heart felt heavy just thinking about it. 

"Ok, why are you making that face? Did you make up your mind?" Stella said, glancing at her. She was not facing Beverly, her body turned to observe the dancing women.

"This is simply how I look."

"You're seething. If you want to go home, go ahead."

"I am not seething," Beverly said, seething.

Stella smirked and took a swig of her beer. She had a perfect build for swigging. It made her look so cool! Beverly cursed how easy it was to make her weak for the woman!

Just a few short minutes ago she admitted to Stella that she wanted to go upstairs to Haylee's apartment. The encounter with the woman was... Intoxicating.

She wanted more.

There was another matter too... The kiss... The kiss! Beverly wanted a kiss too, damn it! But if she asked for one, Stella would just deny her out of spite.

Beverly was almost forty years old and she had never been kissed... Not the way she wanted. A sudden sadness threatened to grip her, but she did not let it. Not tonight! 

Tonight was for daring!

"I want to do it..." Beverly began. Stella's head snapped towards her, her eyes eager. "But... I have conditions." 

"Conditions..." Stella said slowly.

"One... You make sure that it stays between us"

Stella nodded "Yeah. Haylee's discreet"

"You... Don't have to be nice anymore but..." Beverly hesitated, unsure how to phrase her feelings. "But please take care of me."

A flash of emotion flickered over Stella's face, gone before it could be recognized. She simply nodded in response.

So far so good! The first two requests were mostly smoke screens. There was only one thing Beverly really wanted... 

"I want a... Request. To be fulfilled at the time of my choosing." Beverly said, feigning nonchalance as her heart beat faster.

Stella squinted at her. "Within reason..."

"Of course... Within reason." Beverly said, unable to stop a wide smile from spreading on her face. Stella looked a bit blue seeing it. It must have been the lights.

A kiss was reasonable, Beverly was certain.

 

---

 

Haylee's apartment was... Quaint. Very cozy as some people would say. It would probably fit inside of Beverly's kitchen. Every surface was covered with throw pillows and rather low quality looking furniture. Was it particle board? Beverly was afraid to touch anything. 

The walls were adorned with artwork of dubious pedigree. County fair type pieces of landscapes and... Cats? And did she spy a poster from a superhero movie? Some sort of metal-man her daughter adored when she was twelve.

Forget being caught with a woman. Being caught inside this... Closet would be social suicide enough! Some of her feelings must have slipped onto her face, judging from Stella's annoyed expression. Annoyed Stella promised delightful torments. Haylee's living room seemed to shrink even further, pressing Beverly, Haylee and Stella closer together.

"Anything wrong, dog?" Stella asked as she patted the side of her hip.

Beverly sauntered over and stood by Stella obediently. "Nothing. Everything is great. You have a lovely home Haylee." She said after turning to the woman. She thought she lied well, but Stella's expression hardened. 

"Oh thank you! But most of this stuff isn't mine, just the stuff on the walls. The furniture is from the previous owner... But I am thinking of keeping some of this stuff!" Haylee said with a laugh.

"Ah... Your design sense is truly singular... How did you chance upon these... Art pieces?" Beverly began as she eyed a painting of a cat that seemed to suffer from morbid obesity, delighted at an opportunity to tear into Haylee some more. The women of her church group would devour the woman alive!

Stella had a different idea. She stepped behind Beverly and put her hands on her shoulders. "Speaking of artwork... Open up your blouse dyke."

Two of them stood opposite Haylee. On Beverly's left an old, soft looking couch covered with a blanket, on her right a new flat screen TV stood on an old rickety entertainment set. Soft fuzzy carpet under her feet promised some comfort if she was made to kneel.

Haylee's gaze turned from politely curious to hungry. Looks like the pleasantries were over.

"Oh? Art? I love art... Go ahead doggy." She said as she sat down on the couch, her long legs spread wide.

The tightness of Stella's grip on her shoulders confirmed that there was no way out... No mercy. Beverly's heart beat even faster. Stella seeing her shame? Fine. There was enough pain between them to balance the scales... But Haylee? 

"I... Would rather not," Beverly said, trying to keep her voice calm.

Stella's breasts pressed against her back as she leaned in, her lips so close to Beverly's ear. "I know you want her to see it... Don't lie to me."

She did, but... Why was this so hard? Every time, it hurt.

"You want your reward, don't you? Do it." Stella purred into her ear.

She did. A sick shameful pride welling up inside her. Trash revealing what it was, proud of its own degeneracy. She opened the top button of her blouse.

She was about to be seen.

Beverly jolted when two loci of fire inside of her roared to life. The toys! How did she become a sort of a woman who could forget having her ass and pussy stuffed? Her breath quickened, her fingers trembled as the second button came undone.

Then third, then fourth, and then... She was seen.

Haylee's eyes went wide when Beverly revealed her shame. Her lazy smile turned to naked, hungry awe. She sat up straight and leaned in, her full lips mouthing the words written on Beverly's skin. Her pussy clenched around the toy.

"See? You get why I've been busy?" Stella laughed.

"Fuck me..." Haylee whispered.

"She had all this on for the whole week... Right dyke?"

Beverly nodded as she unbuttoned her blouse fully. With shaking hands she took it off and stood before Haylee with just her bra and skirt on. Her skin felt hot and prickly. 

"Y-yes I have Stella... You told me to..." Beverly tried to defend herself, as if anything she said could justify it.

"Like you told her too... Oh damn..." Haylee said with a wide smile as she leaned back against the couch- Her right hand sneaking it's way inside of her pants. The denim of her black jeans was tight enough to show the outline of her fingers inching towards her pussy.

The fingers found their target and pressed down hard. With slow, practiced motion, they began to rub Haylee's folds. Beverly felt a powerful need to touch herself too, but she could not. Not without being ordered to do it.

Stella's hands found her breasts and squeezed. It was all Beverly could do not to throw her head back and moan. The larger woman began to knead her breasts roughly, twisting and pinching her nipples through the bra. She whispered into her ear, her voice firm. "Take off your skirt."

Beverly complied, her eyes glued to the outline of Haylee's fingers as she rubbed herself frantically. When Beverly's skirt hit the floor, Haylee's eyes roamed all over her stocking clad legs. 

"Take- take off her bra," Haylee rasped out.

 Stella unhooked the clasps before Beverly could protest. Then, her strong hands found Beverly's naked breasts, her fingers pinching and teasing her nipples without mercy. 
 
 A shiver ran through her- she was in a small room, with two women who desired her, practically naked. Her hands itched to reach down to her panties, to play with herself, but she could not do it. Not with Haylee watching.
 
The contradiction of standing there with two vibrators buzzing away inside her while feeling shy about touching herself did not escape her... But it was different! She was made to do these things! Stella did not order her to touch herself.

"She never even touched another woman before she met me." Stella said, a kind of pride in her voice.

"Nooo! I don"t believe you!" Haylee moaned.

"Tell her dyke... Be honest."

Beverly wanted to protest, but... Well... It was true. And Stella's hands made it very difficult to think straight right now. 

"Y-yes! She was- my first!" Beverly choked out. The words felt good once they were out. 

Haylee's eyes filled with glee. There was no judgement, or malice. Beverly realized something obvious. This woman... Liked women. She... would not judge her for it.

"I- I was eating her out the same day- same day I ran into her!" Beverly admitted. It felt joyous!

"Really? What a hungry little doggie you are-" Haylee said, her fingers rubbing up and down her clit furiously, her eyes hooded.

"Yes! It was- God it was amazing!" Beverly heard herself say. Somewhere between the toys inside her, Stella's hands and Haylee's eyes, her mouth began working on its own. "She- she put a collar on me! Made me- made me crawl on the floor like a dog! I- I loved it!"

Haylee's eyes went clouded hearing that. She grit her teeth as her back arched, her ass lifted off the couch, her body tense with pleasure. She was having an orgasm! Beverly had never seen a sight so wonderful! A woman came just from looking at her! Well, that and touching herself, but still! 

Her own body trembled, ready to crest as well. She was ready to join Haylee when- cold at her back. Stella stepped away, leaving her unbalanced. The toys- the toys turned off, cutting off the stimulation brutally. Beverly whined as swayed on her feet, anger and confusion welling up.

"Did I say you can come, dyke? You were getting a bit too comfortable there..." 

Like a bucket of ice on her overheated body- Beverly remembered what the night was. This was meant to be punishment... And Stella was just getting started. Their nights never ended without Beverly crying.

Oh well... She turned to Stella.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." She said, meaning every word. 

Stella grinned back at her, something dark in her eyes. The same gleam she saw there ever since she'd overheard her little talk with Gloria. Beverly sighed and tried to tamp down her frustration.

These words were not for you Stella!

Haylee recovered from her orgasm enough to talk. "Whew! This gal really needed that! So!" she pointed at Beverly, "No orgasms for the little one?"

"For now. She's getting too comfortable." Stella responded, not taking her eyes off of Beverly.

Haylee squinted at her, "And comfortable is... Bad?"

"For her? Yes. She likes to suffer. Trust me." Stella said as she walked over to the couch and sat down heavily right next to Haylee. 

"Hmmm..." Haylee gave the woman a measuring look. Then she turned her gaze to Beverly. "Is that right doggie?"

"I... Yes. I... Do." She responded unable to meet the woman's eyes. "I- I want Stella to... Punish me..."

Haylee smiled brilliantly and slung her tattooed arm around Stella's shoulder, snuggling into her. "Well if that's the case... I am happy to help my pal out!"

Beverly did not like their closeness... Sex was one thing, but this? The idea of Stella being truly intimate with other women was... Repulsive to her. 

Stella took out her phone and fiddled with it. The feel of the toys coming to life again was a welcome distraction from her racing thoughts.

"Well then let's get to it pal!" Stella said as she leaned into Haylee. Their faces awfully close now. "Dyke, you're not allowed to touch yourself until I tell you to. Got it?" She said, not even looking at Beverly, her eyes locked with Haylee's. 

Beverly's little twisted heart, twisted some more. It hurt.

"Yes. I... Got it."

"Good. Now watch us and learn. This is how two women kiss." Stella said her mouth less than an inch away from Haylee. The other woman laughed as she tilted her head and parted her lips.

Something deep Inside of Beverly shifted. Their lips fit together too well. Stella's tongue pushed inside Haylee's mouth, the woman moaned, happy to receive it. Beverly saw it all. It hurt. 

It hurt!

Neither of the two kissing women paid her any mind. Their hands were all over each other, their moans and gasps filling the quiet of the small room. Haylee laughed as she grabbed Stella's hand and showed it under her top. Stella smiled and squeezed. When the other woman opened her mouth to moan Stella bit her lower lip, eliciting a surprised giggle.

Beverly wanted to scream.

She wanted to jump between them and pull them apart but she could not, because she was told what to do... And because- because- It was spellbinding. She could not look away.

Her pussy flooded, watching them, the gentle vibration of the toys did more to tease than to satisfy. Two women hungry for each other right in front of her. For years, decades she longed for a fraction of this! And now? Now she was here and- and it was amazing. Beverly desperately wanted to tear off her panties and claw at her clit, but she stood there obediently watching them.

Beverly squeezed her slick thighs together, chasing any stimulation but it was no use. What would come next? What would Stella do to her once she had enough of breaking her heart? All of the fantasies Beverly had of being forced to her knees to eat pussy hit her at once. That's it, right? She would make Beverly do it- And it would be- It would be-

"Amazing! Look at her!" Haylee giggled. "She looks so desperate! Can't we make the doggie come at least once?"

"Not yet... She's not even whining yet.." Stella murmured from on top of Haylee. They were practically humping each other by now. Beverly said nothing, knowing that her words would be used against her.

"Oh my! There's gonna be whining? What about begging? Hey doggy!" Haylee pointed at Beverly, the teasing look in her eyes making her look even more beautiful than before. "Show me how you beg!"

Stella chuckled and leaned away from the woman to get a better look. At least that was good. Beverly considered her options, ranging from cursing them out to crawling on her belly and chose a middle ground.

Her Carpenter pride hurt awfully as she went to her knees. "Haylee... Wouldn't you rather have me... Between your legs? I would love to taste you" She said, putting as much seduction into her voice as she could.

Haylee's eyes shone at the suggestion. "Yes! That's a good girl!" She wiggled out from under Stella and began unbuckling her belt. Stella's hand on her belt stopped her.

"She's deflecting. Beg dyke. You were told what to do."

"I think Haylee would rather I show her how much of a good girl I can be..." Beverly said, as she shuffled closer to Haylee. Admitting what she wanted hurt, but it was better than begging!

"Have you been good? Really? You didn't talk shit about Haylee's apartment?" Stella said with a cruel grin. Beverly cursed under her breath.

"What? She did? You did? Bitch! I was gonna stand up for you!" Haylee yelled, her gleefull expression in total contrast to her words. She was enjoying Beverly's humiliation greatly.

"I... Apologise for that." Beverly said, trying to keep the whine out of her voice. She was so close! 

Haylee squinted at her for a moment, before shaking Stella off, taking off her belt wiggling out of her pants and underwear. Beverly's mouth watered when she saw her neatly shaved pussy. Her body, almost without her input, began crawling towards it, when Haylee crossed her legs with a smirk.

"Not so fast..." She extended her left leg, clad in a long black silk sock reaching halfway up her calf. "If you won't beg... Take off my sock dog!" She commanded with a smile. Stella sat beside her with an equally evil expression.

Oh God in heaven not the foot stuff again... Why was it always feet?!

Beverly wondered how she found herself in this situation at the ripe age of thirty eight, but decided it didn't matter. It was what it was.

She tried to ignore the awful ache in her neglected pussy and anus, as she shuffled closer to Haylee's extended foot. With her pride tearing in half, she rolled the sock down, enjoying the softness of the silk despite herself.

It felt strange to obey anybody other than Stella. Not bad, like she suspected it would... The last six weeks she thought she served Stella as a way of penance. That's why it felt so good to humiliate herself so... But what if it was not that?

What if she just... Liked it? Liked to be humiliated?

She kissed the arch of Haylee's foot, the first physical contact she ever made with the woman. She was not into feet, but the pose of supplication did something to her... She felt... Right where she belonged.

"Oh my God Stella! She just went right for it without being told, huh? What have you been teaching her?" Haylee giggled and elbowed Stella in the ribs. 

"Whatever I wanted..."

Haylee gave her a mock shocked expression. "You're not denying it? Miss 'I don't have a foot fetish?' Huh?"

Stella just shrugged. Beverly observed the exchange while kissing and licking the offered foot. It ranked at her, the easy banter... To be ignored... Like she was some sort of... Servant...

"My doggie! You're changing the old gal!" Haylee said as she spread her toes. Beverly licked along the soft space between them delighting at the feel of the woman's skin. Haylee laughed and snuggled closer against Stella.

The two women continued to banter as Beverly worshipped Haylee's foot. She loved it so much It hurt. It fucking hurt! Haylee pressed her big toe to Beverly's lips, her intention clear. Beverly wanted it, but... Her pride, her pride! It would be better to just be broken, not this halfway thing, always prickling at every insult, no matter how good it felt. She looked into Stella's eyes, begging her silently.

"Dyke, open your mouth. Now." Stella demanded.

Beverly's lips closed over Haylee's toe in an instant, her tongue exploring the woman's skin. She felt herself clench on the toys buried inside of her, her anus aching with that delightful sensation promising so much.

Hayle moaned and arched her back, her face dangerously close to Stella's. The larger woman leaned down and captured Haylee's mouth in another searing kiss. Beverly wanted to bite her. She was not even a servant... She was a dog...

Stella caught a glimpse of her expression and smirked into Haylee's mouth. She reached for her phone and swiped at it one handed. In an instant Beverly's world shrunk to the hammering, overwhelming sensation in her crotch. The toys came alive, set to the highest level.

She almost choked on the toe in her mouth as she moaned, slobbering all over. Her mouth and tongue lost connection with her brain, working on their own, licking and sucking at Haylee. Her hands caressed the woman's foot like a lover, wanting to feel more of her!

The vibrators hammered away at her, sent her racing fast towards her previously ruined orgasm. She could tell it would be strong and loud, but she did not care. Haylee and Stella were looking at her, without breaking their kiss. The spectacle she was making of herself, moaning and grinding her ass into the carpet good enough to distract them from each other at least. She laughed again, as the orgasm hit her.

It burned through her, her humiliation a potent fuel. Held her captive for too long, too much at once. Her screams muffled by the toe she was sucking on reverently. The shame she felt almost too deep to revel in.

But the look in Stella's eyes made it worth it. There was awe in them, greed, pride and possession. This 'woman writhing on the floor is mine' her eyes said. And in that moment Beverly was hers. 

What a wonderful feeling it was to be owned. 

Stella broke eye contact and fiddled with her phone, powering the toys inside Beverly down. Then, she whispered something into Haylee's ear. The woman's eyes lit up and she nodded, before withdrawing her foot. Beverly sat back down on the floor, reeling from her orgasm, feeling comfortably numb. All of her shame and fear turned into sickening pride.

She was Stella's... She was hers. She never wanted it to end...

Beverly, in her dazed state, idly examined that thought. Never was a long time. This thing between her and Stella had a time limit on it... Right? 

"Hey Dyke... Pay attention! Look here." 

Beverly snapped out of her daze and looked up to see Stella leaning into Haylee, her right hand on the woman's pussy, her fingers drenched in the woman's juices as they slowly slid between her folds. Beverly's mouth watered.

She began crawling towards Haylee opening, licking her lips, getting ready when Stella's harsh voice, full of dark amusement stopped her. 

"Not so fast, dyke... You haven't earned it yet..."

"W-what?" She said, already feeling her cheeks burning. What now? Wasn't the toe sucking enough?

"Haylee was promised begging."

"Oh yeah! Show us how you beg, dog!" Haylee moaned as she pushed her hips out, pressing into Stella's fingers.

"Please! Stella! You know- I-" She blabbered, feeling smaller than ever.

"That's alright dyke... Put your blouse back on and go home... Me and Haylee are going to find something else to do." Stella said, her voice devoid of sympathy.

Haylee looked up at her with surprise. She was about to open her mouth to say something when Stella gave her a look, silencing her.

"Beg. Or go home."

Beverly looked down at her hands buried in the soft carpet. Real Beverly did not say anything. What was there to say? Carpenters did not beg? Mothers did not find themselves in stranger's apartments begging to eat out women they barely knew?

If it was just Stella she could do it easily! Stella knew her, all her flaws and broken edges. This woman...

And yet, Beverly's traitorous mouth opened, and the words spewed forth. "P-Please Haylee... Can I- Can I eat your- Could I please eat you out? Please..." 

Her hands were gone, hidden behind the tears welling in her eyes. Why was she like this? Why did she keep coming back to this?

"Well since you asked so nicely-" Haylee began, her voice full of arousal, but Stella cut her off.

"Say that you're gay."

The tears spilled, staining her cheeks with mascara. Haylee whispered something to Stella who ignored her. Beverly's mouth opened once more. 

"i'm... I'm gay." 

It didn't matter. It was just a word. She just needed to say it. And if it hurts to say? That's irrelevant.

Stella chuckled. Beverly waited for her to say something, anything. Finally, after a long pause she simply said "Eat it."

Beverly scrambled forward with a strangled moan, her eyes glued to Haylee's pussy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a glimpse of the woman's bewildered expression focused on Stella, but she ignored it. She paid the price, now was time for her reward.

The real Beverly shook her head in disgust as Beverly buried her face in Haylee's crotch. She tasted amazing, of sweat, sex and salt- but that may have been Beverly's tears. Its shape was so different from Stella's! Her lips much darker, her clit so big! And the beautiful hint of pink inside, contrasting so vividly with the dark brown of her skin. 

"Oh fuck, that's a good dog..." Haylee moaned as Beverly dragged her tongue up and down her pussy lips, leaning her whole body in to add pressure- just like Stella taught her.

"Yeah... This she's really good at... I've got to hand it to her." Stella said.

Beverly glowed at the praise, a deep part of her always knew she would be good at eating pussy.

Haylee nodded vigorously and pushed her hips out to meet Beverly's tongue. Beverly wanted to hate this woman, the way she was with Stella... The jealousy surprised her- she never really cared about what any of her boyfriends did, or who they did it with. But Stella? This was different somehow... Somehow...

A hand twined into her hair and pulled her closer. "Focus doggy! Show me how good you are!" Haylee chuckled. "There'll be a reward if you do good."

Reward? Beverly's heart soared despite herself. How desperate was she for affection?! She wrapped her arms around Haylee's legs and dug in, her tongue pushing deep inside her, nose buried in her clit. 

 

 

"Oh my fucking God! Compliments to the chef! Fuck!" Haylee cried as her orgasm began, her thighs squeezing Beverly's head. 

Stella said something in response, but Beverly could not make it out. She did not care, focusing all of her attention on Haylee's pussy. She forced her head up, her mouth finding Haylee's clit, sucking on it greedily. It was large and meaty, filling Beverly's mouth.

Never in her life did she consider herself a woman with a clit size preference but here she was, enjoying this one greatly. Haylee's thighs trembled and tensed as she sucked it in and out of her mouth, reveling in the folds sliding against her lips, the pain of her hand clawing at her hair.

Haylee's orgasm ended far too quickly as far as Beverly was concerned. Before long her beautiful long legs spread, releasing her. The hand pulling at her hair tapped, letting her know to stop. A tragedy...

"Jeeesus... That's- That's a good doggy... I'mma need a nap after this..." Haylee murmured. Beverly felt proud of herself, having this sort of effect on the woman.

She looked to Stella, with a smile, hoping to see pride on her face. Her heart sank seeing the woman's expression- she looked in pain. Something ugly fighting with joy on her face. The same anger from before...

Beverly wiped the smile off her face and crawled over to Stella. The woman sat on the couch, her legs crossed, her body tense. Beverly knelt before her and looked her in the eyes.

"What... Would you like me to do Stella?" She asked, hoping that her tone served as an apology enough. They really needed to talk about Gloria, but with Haylee here, she could not speak freely...

Stella reached out her hand and grabbed onto her hair. A tight twist of pain at the base of her skull. Beverly felt herself being pulled up, towards the other woman's face. She knew better, but still her heart beat faster, anticipating a kiss she knew would not come.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Are you... Getting what you wanted?" Stella asked, her voice quiet and cold.

"I- Yes... I- I love it!" Beverly answered, unable to say anything but the truth.

The pain made her wet anew, the humiliation of being handled like this made her pussy ache for Stella's fingers. Stella said nothing, just looked at her, her eyes full of dark emotion. There was hate there, but other things too. Good and bad. The fist tightened, tearing a choked moan out of Beverly. The pain on the razor edge between pleasure and unbearable.

Stella's mouth twisted, her lips curled in the coldest smile Beverly had seen on her yet. Beverly's heart hammered away in her chest, delighted at the torment. The hate and desire in Stella's eyes was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Then, when she could not take the pain and strain anymore...

"Hey gals! Time out!" Haylee said, forcing herself between them.

Stella jumped away as if burned. A new emotion flashed on her face, one Beverly had never seen there before: Shame. She stood up jerkily and walked away to lean against the far wall, her arms crossed. Haylee sat down on the floor next to Beverly and rubbed her back gently.

"Hey Stella! Why don't you get me something to drink from the kitchen? I'll dog sit, don't worry." She said with a forced cheer, not looking away from Beverly.

Stella just shrugged and walked out of the room, her shoulders tense. Haylee released a long slow breath. "Whew! That was... Interesting! I just wanted to check in with you... Uh... I don't know your name, sorry..." She trailed off, waiting for a response.

Beverly kept quiet. It was the only way she could think of to contain the rage she felt building inside of her. Where did this CUNT get off separating her and Stella?!

"Look... I know that Stella can be... A bit... Intense sometimes. She's great, I really love her, but she can be... Are you alright?"

Love her? What did this CUNT just say? 

"I really need you to tell me that you're alright... Or that you're not! That's fine too! We all get in over our heads sometimes, right? No shame in... You know, slowing down... Taking a breath..." The CUNT continued, as if she knew what she was talking about.

In over her head? Beverly was buried six feet under since the day she was fucking born. Haylee looked at her, with an expression of such gentle understanding that Beverly almost punched her in the face.

Instead of doing that, she assumed her most natural looking smile and leaned into Haylee. "Oh it's all in good fun. I love it!" 

Haylee beamed at her, a smile worthy of a missing persons poster. "Oh thank fuck! I felt bad I let you eat me out if you were not having fun!"

"Oh I was, dear... " Beverly let her smile turn brilliant and winked at her. "It was delicious!"

Haylee snorted. She looked so happy and relieved that poison overflowed within Beverly and spewed out through her mouth. "But you should remember to know your place... Cunt."

Haylee's smile froze. "What?"

"With Stella... You are just her friend... You don't matter, not really. Do not come between us again. Ever." She continued. In for a penny and all that.

The other woman's eyes narrowed. It seemed that she did not know how to handle this version of Beverly.

"Also... I advise against keeping any of this furniture..." She leaned in and whispered into the woman's confused face. "You may find yourself... indistinguishable amongst the trash..."

Some would say that those words were an overreaction. But Beverly did not care. The woman was nice, sure... But she kissed Stella. Some crimes could not be forgiven.

Haylee laughed, her gaze losing any sympathy she saw there earlier. "Yeah I see it... I see why Stella likes you so much..."

"You don't know anything, cunt. You have- You have no idea who I am... Or what I can do. Next time you come between us... You will regret it," She said, feeling hot.

Haylee laughed and stood up. "Alright bitch, I'll remember that" She walked over to the kitchen doors, her naked ass swaying deliciously on the way, before leaning inside. "Hey Stella! The dog shat on the floor!"

Stella laughed loudly, her voice sounding normal again. Beverly cursed under her breath... The moment was gone. 

"Really? Sorry! Looks like she needs more training!" She said, as she walked back into the room and stood by Haylee. The woman instantly draped herself over Stella and pulled her in for a kiss.

Stella chuckled and obliged her. They kissed deeply and passionately for what felt like hours... And was probably under a minute. Just long enough for Beverly to understand that her little outburst might not have been very smart.

Haylee broke the kiss with a loud pop. She hugged Stella's arm tightly and looked down on Beverly, nothing but cruel joy in her eyes. She leaned into Stella's ear and whispered something. Stella laughed and nodded, her eyes trained on Beverly.

Haylee giggled and skipped out of the room, leaving them alone. Stella walked over to kneeling Beverly and stood over her. Her smile promised pain. Slowly, she hiked up her dress and took off her panties.

Without a word, she reached down, grabbed onto Beverly's hair and pulled her up. Her meaning clear. Beverly smiled and dug in. Haylee's pussy was great, but this? Between Stella's legs is where she belonged.

Soft footsteps behind her let Beverly know Haylee was back in the room. She made herself relax and focus on eating Stella out, enjoying her familiar flavor.

"Put your arms behind your back..." Stella said, her voice breathy.

Beverly obeyed. Haylee grabbed her wrists, and did... Something to them. Beverly tried to move her arms and found herself restrained. Handcuffs? Very soft and comfortable, but unyielding handcuffs.

Haylee leaned into her back and whispered into Beverly's ear "Know your place dog..." Before reaching into her soaked underwear.

Beverly moaned, anticipating delicious pain. Would she push on the anal plug? Pinch her clit? Rake her nails over her ass? She hummed into Stella's clit as she sucked on it greedily. She could not wait!

Haylee's soft fingers wrapped around the flared base of the plug and- and pulled it out? Beverly groaned in confusion. Was she going to put something larger in? Stella's hand gripped her hair tighter, keeping Beverly in place.

Before she could react, Haylee's nimble hand pulled the vibrator out of her vagina, leaving her feeling cold and empty. What was going on? Hands on her neck- something brushing against her. A collar? 

Haylee laughed, slapped her ass and got up. 

"Stella! You bitch! When you disappeared, you also took House MD away from me!" She said and she sat on the couch.

What?

"Just watch it without me!" Stella huffed out, close to coming.

"Sacrelige! We live in a society! With rules! It's our thing, I am not going to watch House MD alone!" 

"Stop saying- stop saying House MD. Just call it House! Like everybody does!" Stella rasped.

"I am not everybody."

The TV set came to life. Some sort of news station? Beverly tried to listen but was a bit distracted with Stella's impending orgasm. She desperately wanted to grab onto her thighs and dig in deeper but the cuffs stopped her. 

Stella groaned deeply and pushed her hips out, pressing her pussy harder into Beverly's mouth. Beverly sucked and licked as hard as she could, enjoying the orgasm. She loved making Stella come.

Then, without a word of thank you Stella stumbled away and sat heavily on the couch next to Haylee. Beverly blinked hard at the abruptness of it all. Then a tug at her neck made her realize that the collar Haylee put on had a lead attached to it.

Haylee tugged at it harder, forcing Beverly to shuffle closer. Her balance precarious, she almost fell flat on her face. Another hard yank toppled her. She fell onto Haylee's lap with an undignified yelp.

"Oooh! Next episode is called 'Sex kills'! I wonder what's that about!" Haylee said, ignoring Beverly splayed on top of her.

"Hey-" Beverly started to say, but Stella's hand in her hair silenced her. She looked up to see the woman smiling down at her, before her head was forced lower, her mouth pressed into Haylee's crotch. 

Beverly began to realize the game. She was not a servant... She was not a dog.

She was a toy.

"I think it's going to be about the same thing it was the first three times we watched this show." Stella mused, her hand twisting in Beverly's hair painfully.

It's like she was not even there. Not to be addressed, just used. Her pride stung, somehow still shreds of it left, despite the constant abuse. Her traitorous clit pulsed with arousal. Her pussy grew more and more wet, desperate for stimulation.

Haylee ground her hips into her mouth in rhythm with Stella's hand pressing down. Beverly got the message and locked her lips over Haylee's swollen clit once again. She really could not help herself, could she?

"I hope it's a Foreman episode!" Haylee moaned happily and leaned her head on Stella's shoulder.

Beverly tested her restraints once more, finding foul joy in her submission. There was nothing she could do but serve this woman.

Her little poisonous heart soared as she settled in for the long haul. She had a feeling it would take a long time for her to pay for her remarks.

---

An hour and a half later they were only two episodes in and Beverly's pussy hurt. She did not know it was possible to be in actual physical pain from unfulfilled arousal, but it apparently was!

Not that Stella or Haylee cared. Neither did anything to help her or even acknowledge her presence besides yanking her around whenever they wanted to use her mouth.

She would spend time between one woman's legs, bringing her pleasure until she climaxed, just to be pulled away to serve the other. Again and again, without acknowledgement nor reward.

And, of course -because dignity was a mere suggestion to her - Beverly loved every God fucking damn second of it. The burning in her pride was nothing compared to the dark, sickening joy she felt at being used. She wondered, idly why that was, as Stella's thighs trembled against her ears and her hand twisted in her hair painfully.

Her mother taught her the importance of always being in control. Her father's hand taught her the price for failure. Even in her marriage, she was the one who made all the decisions. 

Did she simply enjoy the novelty of debasement? Or...  Was this who she was always meant to be? She dragged her tired tongue against Haylee's clit as she allowed herself to imagine who she would be if she did not let Adam go all the way on prom night.

Her and Stella, living together, learning how to be adults, away from home, from her parent's rules. Falling in- She cut the train of thought off hard. It was a waste of time. She was here to let some of the poison out.

Haylee came with a tired groan. Beverly's shoulders felt stiff from the awkward position she'd been kept in, her mouth bruised and achy from all the delightful work she'd put in. 

Stella did not pull her towards her, so she just laid her head on Haylee's thigh. She enjoyed the woman's warmth. After a moment, Haylee's hand rested on her head, giving her gentle pats. It felt... Nice. Beverly sighed and smiled, despite herself.

Haylee could visit their apartment... One in a while. If she understood her place, of course.

Stella was looking at her, her face hard. She was acting differently today, Beverly realized. It wasn't just the Gloria thing. Stella had something on her mind. Beverly sighed- there were so many... Obstacles between them.

Beverly held the woman's gaze, wondering what could have been if she was somebody else.

"So... What do you say, dyke?" Stella asked.

"Thank you..." 

Haylee chortled, but said nothing.

"Now, thank Haylee too."

Beverly turned her gaze to the woman she just ate out. The woman who kissed Stella like it was nothing.

"Trash deserves nothing from me..." She said, because at the end of the day, she was not another woman. She was Beverly Carpenter.

Haylee laughed again, while Stella's expression darkened. The ache in Beverly's pussy turned almost unbearable seeing it. In a flash, Stella was in front of her, her strong hand in Beverly's hair, twisting hard. 

"What was that?" Stella whispered, sounding truly angry.

"I've been to better looking horse barns than this apartment... Some people just don't have class-" Beverly said, feeling hot. The vision of waking up next to this woman every day assaulting her. What could have been?

"Stella, I really don't care..." Haylee began saying, but Stella ignored her. 

"Apologise." She said with a crazy gleam in her eye. Was Stella enjoying this as much as Beverly did?

"I am sorry that the woman you fucked before me was such a poor substitute..." Beverly almost sang, seeing nothing but Stella's beautiful eyes.

"Beverly..." Stella growled, her hand twisting into a fist, the pain forcing Beverly's eyes closed with its intensity. How did she live without this her whole life? 

Would it still have been this good for Beverly from her fantasy?

"Excuse me? What?" Haylee's confused voice cut right through the tension in the room. The pain was gone in an instant, making Beverly whine. She opened her eyes to see Stella's dumb expression.

She used Beverly's real name. 

"I know you have your... Preferences Stella but please don't make your little blonde girls actually change their names, alright?" Haylee laughed. Then, slowly, she stopped as she realised that Stella was not laughing with her. "That's... A bit... Much..." She finished lamely, looking between Beverly and Stella.

As Haylee's face shifted between confusion and a stunned realization Beverly winked at her. Oh, why the hell not?

"Oh fuck me Stella! Are you actually shitting me?" Haylee said, her voice going very high.

Stella managed to unfreeze, far too late. "Look! Haylee... Uh... I said it's complicated!"

Complicated? Beverly laughed and sat back on her ass, eager to see how this unfolded. 

"That is actually... Her, right?" Haylee asked Stella, before turning to Beverly "you're... Beverly?"

If you put a gun to her head, Beverly could not describe the expression she made, but it seemed confirmation enough for Haylee.

Haylee stared at her for a couple of seconds before putting her face in her hands and laughing humorlessly for a minute.

Stella remained silent.

"Beverly... I've.... Heard so much about you..." Haylee said, trying not to laugh.

"I can't say the same about you..."

Haylee stared at her for another couple of seconds before looking away and whispering to herself. "Yep... That makes sense now." She turned to Stella. "So... Nothing to say?"

Stella cringed. "She.. uh... We ran into each other and she... Well..." Stella waved towards Beverly in a complex jerky motion that may or may not have been her attempt at an explanation. "We're... uh..."

"We've been catching up!" Beverly supplied.

Stella shot her a dirty look that promised pain if one did not shut up. Beverly bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She felt rather lightheaded at the moment.

"So you... Thought it would be ok to have me fuck your high school bully?" Haylee asked Stella, looking exasperated.

"Well... I did warn you. I... Told you you might not want it if you knew what's going on." 

Haylee looked up at the ceiling, perhaps searching for strength in the heavens. 

"You know what? Yeah!" She nodded. "That's... Fair! You warned me! And my stupid ass- Alright! We're good! But what the fuck are you doing?! Stella?!"

"I'm- I don't know..." Stella said, looking really ashamed. Beverly did not like seeing her like that. "She's... She makes me stupid."

Beverly's twisted little heart soared. She made Stella stupid?

"Have you been... Going to therapy?" Haylee asked carefully.

"Yeah... And yeah! I've heard it all! I know what I am doing."

"Clearly..." Haylee said, shooting Beverly an odd look. 

Therapy? Stella was going to therapy? Beverly did not really believe in all that talking about your feelings nonsense. It was so undignified... 

Stella glanced at her and cleared her throat. "Beverly, go wait for me downstairs. I'll be there soon." She said, sounding tired.

"I am fine right here!" Beverly beamed. She was learning so much about Stella's life!

"Do you want to lose your... Reward?" 

Beverly huffed and stood up. There's no way she's giving up her kiss. She turned around and wiggled her still bound hands around.

Before long her hands were free. It felt odd to have the range of motion again. She liked being bound... Seems like the pit of perversion she lived in nowadays truly had no bottom.

"Well then... I'll be out of your hair in a moment," She said as she picked up her clothes. Stella was staring daggers at her while Haylee was just... Observing.

"So... You just... Like to get fucked by the girl who's childhood you ruined?" She said, her tone odd.

A stab of shame, right through her heart. She thought about explaining it all to this woman. That she was different now, that she regretted everything she did. That it was more complicated than that...

But Haylee kissed Stella.

"Oh, it's just a bit of excitement on the weekend!" Beverly made herself say as she buttoned up her blouse. "It's all in good fun..."

Haylee did not respond. Stella groaned.

"Oh for fuck's sake Beverly! Would it kill you to just be honest for a second?" 

Well, wasn't that just a crazy idea? Beverly shrugged and walked towards the doors. "I will wait downstairs... Don't be too long."

Right before she left, she turned to Haylee who looked rather bewildered. "Thank you for inviting me into your home..." She smiled her best smile. "And thank you for the meal..."

The bark of laughter from Haylee was worth the thunderous look Stella gave her. In that moment, despite everything, she realized that she liked Haylee. She was... Fun.

Free.

Beverly walked downstairs to the bar, feeling tired and achy. It has been a long day.

---

It took Stella about twenty minutes to say to Haylee whatever it was she could not in front of Beverly. She did not seem very pleased with the result. When she spotted Beverly sipping her sparkling water she simply patted her hip and left the bar.

The dog followed after her master. Beverly laughed at her own mind. Boy, she was tired! 

The car ride back was tense. Stella said nothing, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Beverly didn't mind. She was distracted by her fantasy. Her and Stella after high school, getting away from their previous lives. Somehow both having gone through what Beverly did, and not. Their relationship built by Beverly's cruelty, but unaffected by it somehow.

When they parked in front of Stella's gym, her heart was full of... Something. She felt odd. Floaty. Her evenings with Stella always left her reeling, but this was different... Something was different. 

All she could think of was the kiss. 

Her reward.

Stella turned off her car and sat there, quietly, illuminated by the dashboard light. Tension visible in the line of her shoulders. She opened her mouth to speak but Beverly was faster.

"I want my reward now." She said, ignoring the more clever part of her mind telling her that this was not a tactically sound way of approaching this.

"What? No. I am not in a mood to-" Stella said, but Beverly plowed ahead.

"I want a kiss. A long one. At least a minute!"

The look Stella gave her was one for the history books. The mixture of incredulity and hatred was delightful. Beverly really outdid herself this time.

"No."

"You promised. I did everything you wanted..." Beverly said, steeling herself for the argument.

"Pick something else... And not tonight!" Stella groaned and rested her head on the steering wheel.

"I want a kiss and I want it tonight. I deserve it!"

"She deserves it! Fuck!" Stella laughed.

"Stella... I... I've never kissed a woman..." Beverly said, putting just enough vulnerability into her voice to make it sound real.

"Go back to the bar. You're cute. Some poor woman will be happy to fall on that sword."

"What? Are you afraid you're going to like it?" Beverly tried.

Stella's whole body tensed hearing that. Beverly hid her grin. Was this it? Was Stella angrier today because she was starting to enjoy her time with Beverly too much?

"Why is it... So important to you?" Stella asked, her voice quiet. Soft. Like she actually wanted to know.

The question took Beverly aback... Why? Why!? It was because- because...

"I don't know... I just... Want it." She said, finding her words to be honest.

"And you're used to getting what you want..." 

Beverly surprised both of them with the intensity of her laughter. Did Stella really think that? She really didn't know much about her, did she?

"No... It's a... New thing for me," Beverly whispered, after getting a hold of herself.

Stella looked at her, for a long time. Long enough for the dashboard light to go out, leaving them both in the dark. Stella's eyes barely visible in the gloom. Something was happening in those eyes, the anger changing into something else. Beverly wanted to look away, but found herself unable to.

The kiss seemed like a terrible idea now. What if it- What if it was-

Then, without warning, Stella was leaning in- her face, her lips getting closer.

Beverly's heart stopped.

She leaned in as well, her body feeling odd; like it was not hers anymore.

Their lips met, gently at first. Then firmly, as Beverly - or was it Stella? - leaned in further. Beverly couldn't quite tell when she ended and Stella began. It was- It was-

Beverly's question from earlier today was answered in that moment. How would it be, if she was a different woman? One who could be better?

It would be like this. The soft lips on hers, Stella's hot breath mixing with hers, her hand caressing her neck as they kissed deeper and deeper. How long has it been? A minute? She wanted more- but could not breathe. She forgot how. 

She came up for air, gasping, her body feeling alien. Stella's face so close to hers, their foreheads touching. Stella's fingers so soft on her neck, the softest they've ever been. Then, tension as they curled into claws ready to rake across, to hurt. Then soft again, impossibly so.

The second kiss was no less frenzied than the first. Stella's taste, the feel of her tongue, her sound of her soft moans, it was so much, Beverly felt feverish. At some point she found herself straddling Stella- the truck's seats wide enough to fit them both - her hands cradling the woman's face. She felt so soft...

The woman's hands explored her body feverishly- her back, her ass, her neck, everywhere at once. There was nothing hard or painful about them. They were warm and soft. Gentle.

They melted into each other for an eternity. And in that endless moment Beverly realized something about herself.

She had never been in love.

She had never loved anybody truly, besides her daughter. Nobody else, not ever, not even close- not that burning unconditional feeling she had for her baby. 

Kissing Stella did not make her feel like that- it was not a great passion, her heart did not burn with a sudden eternal love for this woman, no. Nothing silly like that.

But it was... Something. A seed. A what-could-be. In time, with effort, it was something that could become this thing she'd always heard about.

Love.

She broke the kiss, unable to stand it anymore, this debilitating feeling. She felt... Something for a woman. She was a woman... Who could feel things for women. Sex was one thing, sure. But this?

The car felt unbearably small all of a sudden. It was full of their smells, their heat.

Stella stared at her, her chest heaving for breath. Her eyes blown wide, her face... Soft. Softer than Beverly had ever seen. And just like that, the little seed dug itself deeper. The sight of that beautiful open face was too much.

Stella that could have been.

"I should... Go home." Beverly managed to say.

Stella nodded, saying nothing.

Beverly opened the doors on the driver's side and managed to scramble out without falling on her face. She walked to her car without looking back. When she sat behind the wheel Stella's car was already peeling out of the parking lot. 

Beverly sat there for a long time trying not to think about anything. She was good at that, she knew. Real Beverly was there, supplying appropriate explanations for what just happened. 

Sex can make emotions confused after all... And weren't there times when she told herself that she loved Adam? Women could not love other women romantically. The world did not work like that.

She tested those excuses and found that they fit well within the proper sections of her mind. But... She tried something else for a change. She allowed herself a fantasy, a modified version of the one from before. In this one, her and Stella were older, perhaps forty.

They lived together, slept in the same bed, ate at the same table. Stella worked, while Beverly took care of the house while working part time. Her daughter visited them sometimes, as well as Stella's friends. It was nothing special. It was painfully mundane in fact.

Her heart hurt thinking about it. But that was her and Stella after all.

It was always the best when it hurt.

 

---

 

Thankfully, she made it to her room without running into her daughter. With the state she was in, she did not trust herself to remember which woman she was.

The Real one? The Other one? Or... Maybe... The third, hypothetical Beverly, who would not need the charade.

She said hello to the turtles. Reginald and Barnaby. She considered telling them about tonight, but she was too tired. She always told them everything... A little indulgence she had, since high school.

The shower was a blessing. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the words dripping down her skin. 

The woman in the mirror looked more like her tonight, closer to how Real Beverly liked it. There was still that look in her eye, the one of longing... But it would disappear tomorrow. A good night's sleep always cured that pesky problem.

The familiar routine would kill whatever was left of this third Beverly, before she was even truly born.

The drawer next to the sink caught sometimes. She needed to get somebody to fix it. The markers were inside, where she put them last week. The pen tip felt cold against the heated skin over her left breast. Over her heart.

She paused for a moment to consider what to write, before she settled on the only words that felt right.

WHAT COULD BE

Beverly smiled, seeing the words.. She decided not to think about it for a moment longer. 

It did not matter why she wrote it. 

Her bed felt divine. Soft and comfortable. Beverly felt asleep almost instantly, wondering who she would be tomorrow morning. 

Perhaps somebody better?

 

Chapter 5

Summary:

A very special intermission chapter from Gloria's point of view, as she goes back to the bar to get some more info about Beverly...

When Gloria met Beverly she took her for a kind, if a bit odd woman- rather performative, in a pleasant way. Then, she started to actually listen to the things Beverly said, and found her delightfully vicious. The circle they ran in was superficial, which Gloria appreciated. If a woman performed all the right rituals of femininity she would be rewarded with inclusion, if not attention.

Beverly hunted these grounds like a predator. Happy to destroy, without ever breaking character. It was a treat to see. 

It was not boring. 

Being Beverly's friend was a lot of things, but it was not boring.

"I am sorry dear, but I simply can't make it tonight. Victoria wants to go over the party planning again..." Beverly said, sounding oddly subdued. 

"Beverly, you've been dodging me-"

"I am doing no such thing."

"You know I want to talk about Sunday and-"

"What is there to say?"

Gloria took a deep breath, feeling stupid. She would not let Beverly gaslight her again! She caught her in a God-damned lesbian bar!

"You're not taking my calls!" Gloria said, hating how heated she was becoming. "I had to call you from a different number!"

Beverly said nothing. Was Gloria not even interesting enough to warrant a response? 

"Beverly... I am worried about you. You've been acting... Odd."

Another long pause. Pain grew in Gloria's chest, a twisting in her gut-

"I have some time at one pm. I will be at the Sweet Rose cafe..."

Of course she would pick a time when Gloria would ordinarily be at work. Good thing it was not her first rodeo.

"That's fine. I called in sick today."

"Oh... Very well then," Beverly sighed, barely even trying to conceal her disappointment. "I will see you then, dear."

The line went dead. 

Gloria leaned onto the steering wheel, holding the phone to her ear, trying to calm down. She was such a worm, it hurt. She wished she knew how to make normal friends...

She reached into her purse and clutched onto the burner phone. Guilt hit her, in a gentle wave, followed by excitement. She was more than anybody knew- not just a boring old accountant!

She had a secret.

A couple of deep breaths later, she was fine. Just a little morning anxiety. Nothing new. With Beverly dealt with, she felt safe to move onto the next item on the agenda. Another gut twister. 

---

The Bare Naked Ladies bar looked rather depressing in the harsh Tuesday morning light. A tired old building in the middle of a crumbling town. She felt kinship with it.

She was here to track down the woman she saw Beverly with. The large, muscular beauty. 

Her gut begged her to go home. Coming here on Sunday was risky enough. Robert would be home tomorrow from his trip, and the two of them could drive up to visit the kids and everything would continue as it always had. According to the plan.

But... She promised herself she would find out what's going on with Beverly, and she was a woman who kept her promises.

Well, except for one. 

Shoulders squared, she pressed the buzzer next to the large black metal doors. She waited a beat before pressing it again. Of course nobody was there! Now she had to leave a note and- oh, how she hated leaving notes! She'll have to spend all day waiting for a call back!

She was about to fish out her notepad when a voice, from too close behind her, startled her.

"Go home. We're closed."

A tall black woman was standing way too close, looking at her curiously... She wore a washed out beige hoodie with some sort of cartoon rat drawn on it rather ineptly, and grey sweat pants. 

Was this the bartender?

"Ahem- That's fine! I wanted to speak somebody who works here about-"

"Later. Come back in the evening," The woman groaned as she brushed past Gloria. She fumbled with keys, trying to open the doors, her bag of frozen pizzas getting in the way.

Giving Gloria just enough time to rehearse her story in her head.

"I would only take a moment of your time... I met a woman here a couple of nights ago... We- we hit it off and she gave me her number... But I lost it... If there's anything you could do...?" 

The bartender stopped what she was doing and looked back at her.

"Oh yeah? What did she look like?" She asked, as she muscled open the heavy doors.

"Tall... Rather muscular, long black wavy hair... She wore a black dress." 

The bartender paused, in the middle of going through the doors. Then, she turned to Gloria and opened the doors wider.

"Why don't you come inside..."

---

Gloria had never been inside a closed bar. It was odd. A partway space, meant for nothing. She did not like it, but there was a pleasant smell in the air. Wood and oil.

"So... You hit it off, huh? What'd you talk about?" The bartender said as she settled behind the bar.

"Oh... This and that. Our work... Movies. Nothing special."

"Yeah? What does she do for a living?"

"Athlete..." Gloria guessed. The woman Beverly left the bathroom with looked like she worked with her body. "I think she said that she did weight lifting, but the music was so loud..."

The other woman leaned onto the bar, studying Gloria. It struck her how beautiful the woman was. Guilt and a twisted sense of possibility prickled at her. The way the woman was looking right through her... Like she was worth something, even if she wasn't sure what.

"Oh really? I remember you getting in a fight with some tiny blonde. Didn't see you talk to any big ladies..." The bartender said.

"An old friend I ran into... The woman I am here to find was-"

"What's her name? She gave you her number, but not a name?"

"As I've said, the music-"

"You're a real shit liar, you know?" The bartender cut her off with a smile.

Gloria had prepared a series of lies for every question she could face, including this one! But she could not quite grasp it right now. She felt hot.

"Look... I...  The blonde you saw me argue with... I'm worried about my friend." She stammered out, feeling like she was still lying. " I saw her with the woman I described and... I wanted to see who it was. To make sure she's... Not doing something she'll regret."

The bartender arched her eyebrow at Gloria. "Have you tried... I don't know, ask your friend?"

Gloria laughed bitterly. "She's... Not one to listen to advice."

A bitter laugh, so similar to her own, escaped the bartender. The woman waved her over to the bar and, to Gloria's surprise, pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses from below the counter.

Actually, it was the least surprising thing a bartender would ever do, but it was nine am! Gloria wanted to politely decline, but the woman was already pouring and... What if she got offended? 

"See... I also have a friend that's being a stupid cunt. And that friend... May or may not be a walking fitness ad."

Gloria perked up. She knew something?

"How about this... You show me yours... And I'll show you mine," The bartender said as she pushed the glass towards Gloria and winked luridly. The flirtation was so over the top that it actually came back around to being charming.

Gloria sighed and picked up the glass of wine she did not want. She took a sip, and was surprised by the quality of the vintage. The bartender grinned, seeing her reaction. Gloria blushed and almost spilled wine on herself.

"So... I assume we have a deal? My name is Haylee..."

"Gloria."

Haylee leaned in, close to Gloria.

"Gloria... I like it."

Haylee said with an easy grin that made Gloria peek at the spot on her finger where her wedding ring should be.

She sipped her wine again. It really did taste great.

---

Haylee was too easy to talk to. 

The conversation had, somehow, veered off of Beverly and Stella - The large woman had a name as it turned out- and onto sex and relationships.

How? Gloria could not tell... She found herself distracted with Haylee's pretty face.

"Never? Really? Never ever, once?" Gloria asked.

"Well... One time I 'dated' this woman for a couple of months... Sort of. But we were more like friends that had sex." Haylee said, sipping her wine. "We were both were a bit too fucked in the head for anything real."

"So you've never been in a relationship..." Gloria sighed. How would that even work? 

"Some people... Can see sex and love as separate... What do you think, Gloria?" Haylee said, after leaning in even closer. "You ever just... Did it? Because you wanted to?"

Oh, to be a wild creature, free to run. Her empty ring finger tingled, but maybe it was just the wine.

"What about... Stability? What about when you're gonna get old? You can't just party all your life!"

"Yeah, that's a... Downside." Haylee said, after leaning away. Her eyes wandered around the bar, the booths, the posters on the wall. She smiled, a smile of a different sort. A satisfied one. "I am working on it... Baby steps!"

Without warning, she turned back to Gloria, her eyes hungry. "But never mind me! You said you golfed? Did you have groupies?" 

Earlier, in a desperate bid to make herself sound cooler, Gloria mentioned her college golfing days.

"W-no! I wasn't that good! Amateurs don't have groupies!"

"But there are? Golf groupies?"

Gloria nodded, hiding behind her wine glass.

"What do you call them?"

Gloria blushed, Haylee grinned.

"Putt sluts," Gloria found herself saying to the sheer delight of the other woman.

"No! No they're not!"

"I've heard them called... Ball washers too," Gloria continued, desperate to hear that laugh again.

Haylee wheezed as she laid her head atop the bar. Gloria took another sip of wine, feeling warm and tingly. 

"So... Is that how you met your husband? Was he your... Putt slut?" Haylee asked after getting a hold of herself.

Gloria almost choked on her wine. She looked at her left hand, but no, her wedding ring was gone, hidden away in her purse. 

Haylee saw her do it. "Ha! Gotcha!"

Gloria closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Am I... That obvious?"

Haylee hummed satisfied. "I have a knack for it. I know you are used to wearing a ring on that finger, because you keep fiddling with it. But, there's no tan lines so it's probably not a recent divorce..."

She leaned in closer to Gloria, a wicked grin on her face. "Which means... You made sure to tan without your wedding ring on... Tell me I'm wrong."

Guilt burned. Gloria nodded. 

"So... Infidelity, huh?" Haylee asked. "I don't get it... If you wanna fuck around, just don't get married."

Gloria took another sip of her wine, desperately trying to figure a way out of this part of the conversation.

"You- You said that Stella and Beverly had history... What kind?" 

Haylee studied her as she drank from her glass. "How about a question for a question?" 

"I- don't want to talk about it. Please... Beverly? I am really worried about her... She's been acting odd recently..."

"What kind of bartender would I be if I just spilled secrets like that?"

"But you will... For a price?"

Haylee paused, then frowned.

"I guess I can give you some hints..."

 Hints?! What the hell was this conversation? This is so not what she planned for! 
 
"What- what do you want to know?" 

"Hmm... Let's see... You haven't done it yet, I can tell," Haylee said while looking Gloria all over. "You're working yourself up to it... How long have you been thinking about fucking around?"

Gloria considered lying... But... What was the point?

"Seven years," She said, bracing for whatever was to come.

"Seven- Really? You know Gloria, you're a really beautiful woman... It shouldn't be that hard."

She blushed.

"I'm... Considering my options..." She mumbled. "Is Beverly gay? I am pretty sure she likes women... But... Do you know if she likes men?"

Haylee tried to take another sip of her wine, but fiybd her glass empty. She refilled it as she answered. "Well... You did find her at a gay bar."

"That's... Not an answer."

"Yeah. It was a hint. So... You've spent seven years just fantasising about it? How does that... work? How do you not go crazy?"

This question sounded genuine, like the woman did not understand such restraint. Gloria almost lied reflexively, but Haylee's eyes pinned her down and forced the truth out of her again. 

"Porn."

"Porn?"

"A lot of porn."

She was rewarded with another belly laugh from Haylee. She had a loud obnoxious laugh, that Gloria was growing to adore. She got a woman like Haylee... To laugh like that.

"What kind of porn-"

"Is it... A serious relationship? Or just... Sex?" 

Haylee smirked. "Like getting hit by a brick."

"You're- you're not very good at giving hints..."

Another laugh. Another shot of warmth through her gut, or maybe it was the wine?

"So, what kind of porn?" Haylee asked as she leaned in close enough for her smell to reach Gloria. Deodorant, no perfume. She felt her head swim. Maybe it was enough wine for now. 

"I..." She started to say, but couldn't quite finish. Why was it so hard to say?

"Is it piss?"

"NO!"

"Shit?"

"It's- lesbian!"

"Well duh. Lesbian piss?"

"Jesus Christ! It's strap-on! Strap-on... content."

Haylee's lips parted in delight. She leaned in even closer, their faces inches apart. She looked Gloria in the eyes and asked, her voice free mockery.

"So... Let me guess... You sit at your desk, at your job... And watch women get railed while imagining yourself in their place?"

She really was predictable. She managed to nod. Haylee's mouth spread into a curious smile, her eyes searching.

"So... Did your husband cheat on you first? Is that it?"

"Is- is Beverly alright?"

"No, she's fucked in the head... Your husband did not cheat on you, no. You'd be angry... Did you realize you're gay too late?"

"No- That's- Not it."

Gloria did not like where this line of questions was going. It was her turn to ask, but Haylee plowed ahead.

"Hmm... I know! He does not want to have sex anymore!"

It was as good of a reason as any. Far better than the truth.

"Yeah... You- you got it." Gloria said, somehow unable to break eye contact.

Haylee squinted, and held her eyes. Then, an entirely new type of grin spread on her face, one of kinship. A creature who found its kind in the deep, deep wilderness. That smile made Gloria feel far better and worse than any other before it.

"Gloria... Are you... A bad girl?"

"I think I'll go. You're not going to tell me anything of use."

She stood up from the barstool and found herself steady on her feet. At least she wasn't drunk. She turned to leave.

"You have no good reason, do you Gloria?" Haylee purred from behind her. "You just... Want some excitement in your life?"

Something unspooled inside her.

It was shameful. Gloria wished she had a reason for this pit in her stomach, she felt every day. But she didn't. 

Her whole life, Gloria did what she was supposed to do. Go to college, study accounting, meet a well to do man, marry, open an accounting firm, have kids, get rich. Step by step, all according to plan.

And each step, she thought that, maybe she would become enough, if she did it all correctly. 

It worked... For a time. Now, she had it all and she loved every part of it. Her work, her husband, her kids. A true American success story, Gloria Dean was.

But she was bored.

No, she was boring.

There wasn't anything special about her. She was just good at taking tests, that's all. Good enough at following a script.

For a while, she hoped that maybe Beverly would help alleviate her boredom, but that did not go to plan. In the end she became a friend. Her cruel, lying distraction.

Trying to keep up with Beverly was an endless source of strife and pain.

Pain was interesting.

"Thank you for your time Haylee... It was not very helpful." 

Fantasizing about infidelity was one thing. Planning for it was fun, exciting. But, however charming this woman was... She was not worth destroying her life over.

'Cheating' was just a little fun game Gloria played in her head. Because in the end, she was just a boing little person. 

Haylee waited until she put her hand on the door handle before speaking. "I have a proposition for you..." 

"I'm leaving."

"No, you're standing by the door," Haylee said, from closer by. "Big difference." 

"I... Came here for Beverly... Not... anything else."

A hand rested on the doorframe next to hers. Haylee's fingers were long and slender- with the exception of her pointer and middle, all were adorned with pewter rings. On the same fingers, she kept her nails short.

It's so she could finger women without scratching them, Gloria's mind supplied unhelpfully.

Haylee's heat radiated through Gloria's coat and into her back. Haylee's hand did not stop her from opening the doors. She should just leave. This was already too far, too intimate.

"I'm... I'm busy today," Gloria said, instead of leaving.

Haylee leaned into her, closer. Her mouth ended up next to Gloria's ear, making her shiver. 

"Aren't you tired of fantasizing?"

"I'm- I'm- m-married."

"He's not here."

Gloria's brain wasn't working quite well enough to find a fault in that logic.

"I will go upstairs to change into something nicer... And get my things," Haylee whispered into her ear. "I won't be here to stop you from leaving... But if you stay..."

"You- I'm not- I'm not that interesting!" Gloria heard herself babble. Shame flooded her, realizing what she said. 

A single, warm finger traced a slow path from just below her ear, to the back of her neck. Goosebumps spread all over her body.

"I think you're fun." Haylee murmured. "I've had a pretty rough couple of weeks... You're making me forget it."

And with that, she left. Her heat, her fingers, her words were gone. A sound of footsteps heading upstairs. A door slamming. Gloria's hand was still on the brass handle, warming it up slowly.

Robert will be back home tomorrow. She should talk to him. He might be up for a threesome... But then he would know what kind of creature she was, deep inside. They've been married too long for that.

It was too late to tell. 

She should go- How long has she just been standing here? Then, slow steps, descending old creaky stairs. 

A justification bubbled up to the surface. She was drunk. If anything happened, it wasn't really her! She examined the thought for logical faults and found none she could not ignore easily. 

Oh, who was she kidding, she couldn't even lie to herself well!

"Still here?" A sultry voice from behind made Gloria's heart do a flip.

With a deep breath, she took her guilt and put it into a little box, to be examined later. She let go of the handle and turned around, feeling lightheaded. She could not help but laugh at what she saw.

"Really?"

"I thought it would be appropriate!"

Haylee looked lovely in a white sleeveless golf style dress that barely reached halfway to her knees. Her long curly hair was in a messy braid. A duffle bag instead of a golf bag slung over her shoulder, but still... The sight was entirely too charming. Just a pretty woman ready to go out on the green.

"Hmm... So! Gloria" Haylee enunciated her name slowly as she set her bag on the bar. "Come here..."

In a fer short strides she was standing in front of the woman. Haylee was slightly taller than her, which was quite a feat for a woman.

"Take off your coat."

She did so with shaking hands, revealing her boring white blouse, green cardigan and grey slacks. Gloria deeply regretted not doing anything more interesting with her hair than a simple tight bun.

"Gloria..." Haylee said, as she leaned back on the bar and held up her right hand, her pointer and ring fingers extended. "Lick my fingers."

"What?" 

"Open your mouth... Put my fingers inside, and suck on them," the woman said, her eyes shining.

Gloria opened her mouth to protest, but Haylee used that as an opportunity to put the fingers on her lips. She did not push them inside, just kept them there, touching her lips softly.

The box of guilt rumbled, but held. The softness and warmth of Haylee's fingers kept it so. The way Haylee looked at her, with such naked interest... Gloria parted her lips a bit more and leaned in.

This isn't sex. It's not enough to count.

The fingers tasted like skin and hand cream. She licked them all over, sucking gently. Haylee spread them, allowing Gloria's tongue to slip in between, to focus on each one in turn. 

"That's right... Clean me..." Haylee whispered.

Her voice was so deep and rich. Gloria wanted to hear Haylee moan, give her instructions, laugh. Gloria shivered as she took the fingers as deep as she could, her lips pushing against the pale skin between Haylee's fingers. 

The woman laughed, but not mockingly. "I knew you'd be eager!"

She was. Her head was buzzing with need. She let the fingers slide out of her mouth and licked alongside Haylee's palm and wrist, her breath heavy and warm. 

"Oh my... Wait- wait a second." Haylee stopped her.

Then, she reached back over the bar and found her wine glass. She winked at Gloria as she dipped her fingers in. 

"Now... Show me how much you like my wine..."

The wine tasted even better served like this, sucked off of Haylee's fingers. She savored it like no other vintage before. When she was done, Haylee winked at her and dipped her fingers in again.

Gloria felt drunk, her heart full, her head light. When was the last time she felt this excited? Her son, Taylor's high school graduation, five years prior. Taylor? Her children- what would they think of her if- She focused on Haylee's fingers to drown out the awful sound that threatened to escape her throat. 

After the fourth dip, Haylee grinned and wiped the wine on her neck. Gloria lunged down, to capture her neck in a kiss. 

"Ooh... A fast learner... Yeah, I am keeping you..." Haylee sighed as Gloria chased every drop of wine trickling down her neck. 

A light tug on her hair, brought Gloria up. She found herself close to Haylee's face, closer than ever. "So... Is it everything you imagined?" The woman murmured.

It wasn't. It was better. It was awful. She was soaring higher than she ever dreamed of, but her lips and throat refused to work, so she just nodded.

Haylee smirked and reached for the glass. Instead of dipping her fingers, she simply drank it all with a wink. Gloria did not need to be told what she meant.

Gloria needed to leave, now. It was not too late. A couple of weeks from now she could tell herself it was just a vivid daydream. 

It wasn't worth it.

The kiss tasted like wine.

Gloria pressed herself against the taller woman, not trusting her legs to hold her up. She kissed Haylee too hard, too fast, the woman kissing her back without restraint, matching her intensity easily.

They spent a long time, leaning into each other, kissing deeply, far past where the flavour of wine was gone. Her hands, at first timid, found their way to Haylee's back, then her impossibly soft hair.

Gloria felt happy.

The box housing her guilt tore open at the hinges- her throat closed abruptly. She grabbed onto Haylee, desperate for- something. She couldn't breathe.

"Hey, hey hey, are you alright?"

"I- I-" She yammered. "God, you're so pretty..."

Haylee laughed, but the worried look did not leave her face.

"We don't have to-"

"Can you-can you make me- make me stop thinking?" Gloria asked, feeling pitiful. 

"You're sure?"

"You're... Haylee... I- I want you." 

Haylee hummed before pushing her away, gently. Gloria heard herself whine, sure the woman was about to kick her out. Then, slowly, she lifted the hem of her white skirt and revealed her white lace panties.

Then, oh wonder of wonders, Haylee slid her hand into the panties and began touching herself. Her fingers peeking from in between white lace, rubbing and teasing her clit. Then, with a sigh, Haylee put her fingers inside.

Gloria swallowed heavily, watching the woman finger herself languidly. Her eyes half closed, face flushed. Gloria waited patiently, knowing where this was going. The tight ball of emotion in her throat relaxing, replaced by anticipation.

Haylee's hand left her panties, her fingers slick. She lifted them up to Gloria's face, the heavy scent of her sex following soon behind. Saliva flooded Gloria's mouth.

"Now... You know what to do..." Haylee whispered.

She did. Her lips closed over Haylee's fingers greedily, reveling in the taste of her arousal. Up until this moment, a small part of Gloria could still justify leaving and trying to forget this morning. What is a kiss next to eighteen years of marriage? Two kids? Nothing.

But this? She was out, in the wilderness, feasting. A creature her husband never got to meet. Desperate moans escaped her, as she sucked the wetness off of Haylee's perfect fingers.

She pressed herself against the woman, not caring about her indulgent laughter. Haylee's fingers tasted so good Gloria's heart hurt. Nothing should ever feel this good.

"Woah girl! Wait till you get the real thing!" Haylee laughed, her tone light, casual. Like this was not a big deal. Like it wasn't the beginning of Gloria's end.

Without warning, the fingers were gone leaving her mouth cold. Then, touch around her waist. Haylee's hands on her belt, unbuckling her. Gloria stared in amazement as the woman slid her warm hand into her underwear.

"Mhhm... Soaked. You really liked my fingers that much?" Haylee asked.

Gloria nodded, not trusting her words.

Fingers on her clit, pressing down, circling. She groaned, expelling some guilt in the process. Her hands on Haylee's shoulders, searching for stability. The woman's hand moving lower, fingers rubbing along Gloria's wet folds, making her moan.

Then, they were inside her, pushing deep. Gloria leaned into Haylee, her legs weak from the sublime feeling of the fingers pumping in and out of her.

"Hey... How about a little taste test?" Haylee whispered in her ear.

Before she could think to respond, Haylee's fingers left her. She groaned in frustration, but she stopped when Haylee's mouth wrapped around her pointer finger, tasting Gloria. 

"Delicious," she whispered. "Want a taste?"

Gloria lunged for the offered hand. She kissed up the palm, along her fingers before licking between them, learning her own taste- so different from Haylee's. Did all the women taste different? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Haylee's other hand diving into her underwear, finding her opening and pushing in. Gloria sucked on Haylee's fingers harder, as the ones inside her pussy drove her closer and closer to climax.

Then, emptiness again, as Haylee switched hands. Freshly slickened fingers pressing against her mouth. "Please- please Haylee- please- don't stop this time!" she begged, but it was no use.

It took a long time before Haylee got tired of teasing her. Over and over, she would finger her to near ecstasy, just to stop at the last moment and make her clean her hand. Sometimes, perhaps just to mix it up a bit, Haylee would spend a long time fingering herself, before giving Gloria the fingers to clean.

Gloria was a panting, slobbering mess by the time Haylee was done.  She grabbed Gloria's face in both hands and kissed her on the lips gently.

"Wow... You're just... So obedient! I've never had a woman last this long!" Haylee laughed. "They all either beg or tackle me!"

Gloria blushed. Was she really this spineless? It didn't even occur to her to do anything but obey.

"I'm- sorry..."

"Stop it! You're great..." Haylee whispered, looking at her with something like awe.

"So- Can I- Can I come? Please?" 

"Hmm... No."

Gloria whined. Haylee laughed one of her obnoxious laughs. 

"Alright, Gloria! Here's rule number one. Pay attention." Haylee said, before leaning in and pressing her lips to Gloria's ear. "I always come first. Say it."

"You- You always come first."

"Good. Now get on your knees."

Gloria's knees hit the floor, before she could blink. Haylee lifted her skirt, and revealed her absolutely soaked through panties. 

"Take my panties off," she demanded.

With trembling hands, Gloria did so- rolling them down Haylee's long legs, trying to ignore the mouth watering smell of her neatly trimmed pussy. Her lips were dark and thick, her clit large and very, very hard.

"Go on. You know what to do..." Haylee said, as she leaned back on the bar, spreading her legs wide.

Gloria wondered about points of no return and their purpose. Could she still leave, and go home? Pretend this never happened? Maybe. But she would feel guilty for the rest of her life. This clawing feeling that twisted her throat now, would never go away.

May as well indulge.

She dragged her tongue along Haylee's opening, surprised at how much stronger her taste was down here. The woman purred and pushed her hips out, meeting her. 

"Oh yes... You are eager..."

Then, there was nothing but sensation. Even the guilt melted away in face of her task. She pushed her tongue in, deeper, tasting more, teasing a soft moan from out of Haylee. Her tongue traveled up and down along the folds, before circling around to the other side.

She was so soft down there...

Soft and wet, made even wetter by Gloria's attention. Was this really her doing? She could scarcely believe it, but the proof of Haylee's juices ran down her chin.

A hand wove into her hair, pulled her up, aimed her mouth at Haylee's clit. She gave it the attention it deserved, making the woman moan loudly. She'd always been good at reading people and now she put all her skills into work. Every moan and gasp was a roadmap, and she traveled it well.

Before long, Haylee was hanging off the bar, twisting her hand in Gloria's hair, shivering with ecstasy. Gloria found the right spot, the right pressure quickly. Soft, then hard, sucking the clit in and out of her mouth, pressing it against the roof of her mouth gently along the way.

"Fuck! You're- Fuck! Gloria!" Haylee moaned as she came.

She moaned her name, over and over making Gloria feel like a conqueror. For this one moment, Haylee was hers and hers alone. She pressed on, lavishing the woman's clit with all she had, carrying her over the edge.

Too soon, the trembling in Haylee's legs ceased, her gasps quieted and her hand patted Gloria, letting her know to let off. She sat back, satisfied with a job well done.

"Oh my... You sure- you sure it's your first time?" Haylee said, her voice dreamy, as she hung on Gloria. "You're a natural kid..."

"Thanks... It was..." 

She had no words. 

In the back of her mind, Gloria knew that cheating would not be worth it. At her core, she was a reasonable woman. How could meaningless sex square next to the man she loved? Next to her job? Their routine? It could never be worth it. She'd always looked down on people who destroyed their lives for sex.

Now, she knelt, half drunk, in the middle of a bar of questionable provenance, gazing at a woman she just made come... And she felt stupid for having waited so long.

Gloria laughed. Fuck! She should have done this sooner! In that precise moment, she was free. She was happy.

She couldn't wait to tell Robert about this-

Numbness spread through her. Robert. Her throat filled with bile. She stood up, on shaky legs, sure she was about to throw up. She leaned heavily onto the bar.

She could never tell her husband. If he ever- ever- This- this wonderful thing just happened and he would never, ever- If he ever knew it would be over- He would- he would-

"Are you alright? You're looking a bit green..." The woman who she just cheated with was there, looking worried about her.

Gloria laughed, guilt working it's way up her throat. Put it back in the fucking box! Don't ruin it! But it wasn't working.

"I- I need-"

"Water?"

Why did she have to ruin it all by thinking?! She reached for her half full wine glass, atop the bar and downed. It didn't help. Now she was a cheater and a drunk.

"I'm fine!" She said harshly, trying to will it into reality.

Haylee's hands on her shoulders made her stiffen. "Hey... We don't have to do anything else..." She said, her voice too kind. 

"I said- I said I'm fine! Give- Give me a minute," Gloria barked at her. 

She felt tears prickling her eyes and didn't know why. Why was she crying? This is what she wanted for so long! To live a little! She tried to wipe her tears without Haylee noticing, but it was no use. Even without looking she could feel the woman standing beside her, watching her.

Haylee's soft hands left her shoulders, then slid up her neck, forcing a shiver out of her. She did not deserve this kindness. She was a- A sharp tug at the base of her skull startled a groan out of her.

"Your minute is up," Haylee whispered into her ear. 

"What-"

"Do you want to keep going? Or do you want to go home to your husband?"

Haylee's hand twisted in her hair, pulling at her bun, sending a shock of arousal down her spine. She groaned, eliciting a chuckle from Haylee.

"Yeah. You're not going anywhere. Say it."

"I- I'm staying," she said, the pain at the back of her head doing things to her body she never experienced before.

"I really like how obedient you are... Do you like this?" Haylee asked, as she twisted her hand, pulling at her hair even harder. 

"T-too- too much!"

Haylee eased off immediately. She chuckled. "Oh well... You'll get there."

Gloria opened her mouth to protest, but Haylee's pressed into her back, pushing her against the bar hard. Her left hand pulled at her hair, while the other grabbed her right breast roughly.

She wasn't especially gifted in that department, but you wouldn't know that by the noises of appreciation Haylee was making. Her fingers found the nipples, twisted them, pinched hard.

Gloria threw her head back and moaned, as haylee whispered into her ear. "You know... I promised you something earlier..."

"Oh? I don't- I don't remember..."

"It was implied. Take off your pants. Underwear too..."

Haylee gave her a bit of space while she stepped out of her shoes, but never stopped playing with her breasts. When she took off her pants, she was rewarded with a bite to her neck. 

"S-stop! I can't focus!" She moaned. Haylee bit her again.

Somehow she managed to wiggle out of her underwear with Haylee pawing at her. Then she was graciously allowed to put her shoes back on. Now, she stood there, mostly bare from waist down, shivering with arousal. 

"Good. Follow me!" Haylee said before walking away without letting go of Gloria's hair.

She was forced to follow, feeling humiliated and aroused in equal measure. Nobody has ever treated her like this before and it was... God it was really doing something to her.

"Here. Bend over."

Haylee led her to one of the booths and pointed at the wooden table inside. Feeling awkward, she leaned onto it, resting on her elbows. It was low enough that her naked ass was pushed high up in the air.

"Is- is this alright?"

Haylee slapped her ass hard as a response. She yelped, more out of surprise than pain. The slapped cheek stung, humiliation burned, her pussy ached demanding attention.

"Stay like this," Haylee said, before walking away.

Gloria felt odd, both hot and cold at once. There was nothing stopping her from moving, but... But she was told to stay like this. Haylee said she promised her something, by implication. What was- Haylee was back, pressing her hips against Gloria's Behind, leaning over her.

"Hold this for me," Haylee whispered in her ear, while dropping a dildo into Gloria's waiting hands.

The dildo was viciously pink, thick and long, but not unreasonably so. It wasn't one of those realistic ones, but it had some bumps and ridges that promised a lot... She could take it, she knew her clit pulsing at the thought. 

"Do you like it?" Haylee asked, but did not wait for her response. "I am going to fuck you with this Gloria..."

"I- thank you."

Haylee giggled into her ear, making her blush.

"Oh you will thank me... Keep holding it, warm it up," Haylee said, before shuffling off of her to kneel between her legs. She put both hands on Gloria's ass cheeks, spreading her wide.

"What are you-"

"You don't need lube. Boy, you get really wet, you know?" Haylee mused, her hot breath ticking Gloria's pussy.

Gloria was spared having to come up with an answer to that, by Haylee's face pressing into her ass, her tongue punching into her vagina. She clutched the dildo hard, not ready for the wave of pleasure that tore through her.

As it turned out, Haylee was a messy eater. She licked Gloria all over, spreading all manner of wetness all over Gloria's ass and thighs. All the while pleasuring her just enough to tease her half mad, but not enough to orgasm.

"Haylee! Haylee please! I- I need-"

Haylee planted a final, exaggerated kiss on her clit and stood up. Then, she grabbed Gloria's hair and pulled her head back, hard. The kiss was short- wet, soft and tasting of herself.

The kiss broke as abruptly as it began. Haylee winked at Gloria and grabbed the dildo out of her hands. "Great! All warm now. Thanks beautiful."

Gloria blushed. "Y-you too..."

Haylee winked at her, as she put on the strap-on. It was a model Gloria recognised from her extensive research. It was a simple double strap- one strap going around Haylee's waist, with two others starting at her hips, then wrapping below her butt-cheeks to connect back at the front. Where, on the inside, there would be a special little nub, designed to stimulate Haylee's clit when she- when she-

When she fucked Gloria.

"Ready to have some fun?" Haylee asked as she secured the dildo. 

The way it looked, poking out from under the skirt was mesmerizing. In that moment Gloria felt like she was floating above herself, living another woman's life. A more interesting one, one without responsibilities.

"I asked you a question." Haylee asked as she grabbed Gloria's ass.

"Y-yes!"

When the tip of the dildo rubbed against her opening she became that other woman. No longer a wife or a mother. No longer a planner. Her body felt hot, and a beautiful woman was about to enjoy it. That's all that mattered.

"Wow... Look at you. You really were starved, weren't you?" Haylee laughed.

Gloria pushed her hips back, desperate to be filled. The dildo entered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Halfway in, Haylee tried to stop, to pull out a bit and ease herself in, but Gloria did not let her. She pushed back hard, until their hips met.

"Haylee... Please- please do it!" She moaned, surprised by how hoarse her voice sounded.

Haylee laughed and slapped her on the ass. "Impatient! Geez!"

Ever so slowly, the dildo pulled out, dragging a long throaty moan out of Gloria. The cool surface of the table barely did anything to help the heat building inside of her. Haylee thrusted into her slowly, at a steady rhythm. It felt great, but it wasn't nearly enough. 

Then, when Gloria felt like she could not take it anymore, Haylee would speed up, drive into her with sudden intensity. With each thrust the orgasm built and built, until she was almost there- almost- almost- then haylee would slow back down.

Was she just toying with her? Gloria tried to push back, to increase the intensity, but Haylee always moved with her, denying her.

"Please..."

"Oh? You want more?" Haylee laughed. "Is this not enough?"

"Just- please! Stop teasing me!" She groaned, her cheeks burning.

Haylee drummed her fingers on Gloria's ass, as she slowly thrust into her. " What do I get out of it? Fucking is hard work!"

"W-what?"

"It's tiring, all this thrusting. See?" Haylee said, before she began fucking Gloria hard and fast.

Haylee's hips slammed into Gloria's ass with a loud clap, again and again. The dildo driving deep into her, far deeper than before. She screamed, unable to hold it in, unable to think. Deep in her core, the tight ball of arousal that has been building for hours grew hot, ready to spill over. She held onto the table for dear life, as her orgasm-

Haylee stopped and pulled out of her completely leaving her cold and empty, her orgasm ruined. 

"See? Getting sweaty over here!" Haylee said, ignoring her whimpering.

"I-I ate you out! What the hell?!"

 "And you loved it!" Haylee laughed and pressed the tip of the dildo against Gloria's opening again. It took all she had in her not to whimper for more. "Now... I just want to know what I get for all my hard work? Hmm?"
 
"You're- an ass! You- you said that the rule is you always come first!"

"Yes. Doesn't mean you get to come second. So, what do I get?"

Gloria was so desperate for release it hurt. She pounded her fist on the table, but... But in the end she was who she was.

"What- what do you want?" She asked. "I- I could use my mouth again?"

With agonising, deliberate slowness, Haylee rubbed the dildo on her clit, making Gloria a desperate shivering mess.

"Hmm... That's an idea. Get on your knees."

On wobbly legs, equal parts angry and aroused, Gloria went to her knees in front of smirking Haylee. She tried to unbuckle the strap-on but Haylee gently slapped her hands away.

"Go on. Use your mouth," she said, pushing the wet dildo in front of her.

Gloria's pussy clenched hard, her clit burned with fire she never knew before. All of her anger burned away in an instant. Hundreds of hours of videos she watched, imagining herself in this exact position flashed through her mind.

Haylee's hand fell on the nape of her neck, pushing her head down. Gloria did not fight. The smell of her own arousal made her too weak to resist. When the head of the dildo pressed against her lips, she opened them obediently and swallowed it. 

"Wow... You're really pretty like this. You know?" Haylee said, as she pressed her hips forward, forcing more of the dildo into Gloria's mouth.

Logically, Gloria knew that it was just an unfeeling lump of silicone, but... It was a piece of Haylee, and she wanted more of her. She sucked on it with delight, licking all the traces of herself. 

"That's right... Clean it," Haylee whispered as she moved her hand onto Gloria's hair.

And clean it she did. So enamoured she became with her task, that she forgot everything else, even her own painful arousal. All that mattered was the warmth of the hand tugging at her hair, the velvety softness of the dildo gliding against her lips, and the deep flavour of her own sex.

After God knows how long, Haylee let her know that she was done, by tugging gently at her hair. The dildo left her mouth, trailing a string of saliva behind, leaving her cold and wanting more.

She looked up at Haylee, into her eyes dark with lust. She smiled down at Gloria. "My... You're really... Something," she whispered.

"Thank you... Now... My turn... Yes?"

"Get on the table. Lay on your back, close to the edge."

Gloria did what she was told in record speed, shame a distant memory at this point. She was simply too turned on to care how she looked- her ass and torso laying on the cold table, feet planted on the ground.

"Good. Now lift your legs up to your chest and spread your legs for me," Haylee murmured as she stepped closer.

Gloria lifted her legs up into the air and spread them wide- feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. The position was truly obscene, right from the porno's she watched. The thought only made it better.

"Is- is this good?" She asked, her voice hot with need.

"Yeah... Perfect. Now hold on to something!"

Before Gloria could respond, Haylee sneaked her arms around Gloria's thighs and grabbed them tight. She dragged Gloria to the very edge of the table and drove the dildo inside. This time around there was no easing in, no teasing, not even a hint of slowness.

Like a jackhammer, Haylee fucked her hard, putting all of her body into each thrust. She fucked her like somebody who did not care for tomorrow. There was nothing gentle about her. Gloria felt each thrust punching straight into Gloria's core, tearing desperate animalistic cries out of her.

It did not take long for her to come. The orgasm was brutal, a hot ball of pleasure and fire exploding inside her, far too intense. From the tip of her toes to the top of her head, the fire spread without mercy. She screamed with it, all the way through, too insensate to even ask Haylee to slow down.

Even as Gloria laid there numb from pleasure, Haylee did not stop hammering away at her.

"Wow... That looked fun. Want another one?" Haylee rasped out, breaking Gloria out of her daze.

"W-what?"

What does she mean 'Another one?'. With Robert, she usually came once and- She twisted inside, cursing her mind for hitting her with thoughts of her husband without warning. That awful feeling in her throat was back and- and-

"Yes! Give it to me! Do it!" She yelled, arching her back, spreading her legs more.

Haylee laughed and obliged her. The woman thrust into her hard, wrenching more and more pleasure out of her. Her pussy, sensitive from her orgasm, cried in warning, but she ignored it. She needed it hard!

"Yes- fuck! Fuck you're so hot- fuck!" Haylee moaned, grinding herself into Gloria.

"Yes! Fuck me!" Gloria rasped, feeling terrible and wonderful all at once.

Her second orgasm was ugly- sweaty and raw. The pleasure so close to pain, she could barely tell them apart, but she reveled in it all the same. She screamed hoarsely as she came, Haylee screaming with her enjoying her own climax. 

When it was over, they did not cuddle. Yes, their bodies were close, touching even, but it was nothing like that. Just two sweaty piles of flesh gasping for air that happened to occupy a close space. Eventually Haylee pulled out of her and and stepped away from her. She leaned back on the bar and shakily began unbuckling herself out of the strap-on.

Gloria did not move. The blissful numbness from her last orgasm enveloping her like a warm blanket. She held onto it as hard as she could, for as long as she could. She knew that what came next would not feel as good. 

For now, she wanted to simply be.

If she did not move, she would not have to think about what she just did. Gloria touched the edges of the rancid ball of guilt she felt forming inside of her. Numb was better.

"Heeey... I got you some water," a soft voice from nearby. Haylee sat in the booth next to her. Water? She sat up gingerly and drank it. It was cool and everything she needed.

"How are you doing?"

"I... It was..." She searched for the right word, but couldn't quite find any to describe her feelings. "It was what I wanted."

Haylee hummed neutrally and took the glass back.

"You got... Mean halfway through..." Gloria said, finding she couldn't remember how to be timid right now. It was an interesting feeling.

"Did you like it?" Haylee asked, looking at her curiously.

Gloria paused. What an odd question, of course she didn't- Oh...

"Yeah," She answered, smiling. "I did."

"I thought you would," Haylee said, pointing at her. "You looked like you were getting a bit... Antsy. Sooo... I tried to give you something else to think about..."

She looked so kind as she said it that Gloria's heart broke a little.

"Thank you..."

The woman shot her a brilliant smile and got up. Gloria began making preparations to stand up, a rather daunting task, when Haylee waved her off.

"Don't move. I'll get you a wash cloth."

Then, to Gloria's amazement Haylee cleaned her. She washed her crotch delicately, then used another washcloth to wipe her sweaty neck. She even hand combed Gloria's hair back into a semblance of a hairstyle. Gloria sat on the edge of the table, as Haylee stood in front of her and... Took care of her. 

Gloria's heart felt odd. Her gut and throat filled with poison, but... Haylee's soft hands kept it at bay.

"I'm sorry." Haylee said all of a sudden, breaking the silence.

"For what?"

"I get stupid when I am horny. I didn't really... Consider your situation enough."

"My... Situation."

"You marriage and all that," Haylee said, looking away. 

Her marriage.

"It's fine. I am a big girl. You didn't make me do anything."

"I know. But, when you started to get all- fucked up over it I felt bad! Like, why did I do this? You were almost out of the door and it just..." Haylee said, her hands tracing wild patterns in the air. "You're so well put together that I wanted to... Mess you up a bit. I couldn't resist."

Gloria felt herself blush. This woman was losing control because of her? She looked down at her skinny legs, trying to imagine herself from the outside. 

"I'm... Nothing special," she said quietly.

A boring cheater.

A hand on her chin made her look up. "I think you're pretty fun." Haylee said, before leaning in and kissing her gently. The kiss had none of the intensity of the previous ones. It was far sweeter than she deserved.

"You know... Plenty of hot women come into the bar every day. And a lot of the hit on me," Haylee said after she broke the kiss. "It's the married ones that... Just do something to me."

"Coveting your neighbour's wife?" 

"Maybe... It's just so interesting to me. Why make promises you don't want to keep?" 

The way Haylee asked her the question defused any anger she might have felt otherwise. There was no hint of judgement or malice. Just pure, naked, innocent interest.

"I don't know..."

"Stop me if I am pissing you off... But... Was it worth it?"

Was it worth it? Yes? No? What the fuck kind of question was it? No it wasn't worth it! She just destroyed her life! She- she was one of those women now, ones who couldn't just fucking behave.

When she said nothing, Haylee squeezed her shoulders gently, then leaned in, her lips close to Gloria's ear.

"I really liked it... And I would like to do it again... After you had some time to think about it."

Again? Gloria's heart sped up. Her abused pussy answered.

She was already damned. Why not have her fun? What is Robert going to do? Divorce her harder because she did not stop at one count of infidelity?

"I don't need to think about it... I- I want it." 

She felt Haylee smile against her ear. God, that woman was so sexy, it made Gloria feel sick. How was she expected to be faithful with people like that running around?

"Wait a minute," Gloria said and shuffled away from Haylee, and towards the bar where she left her purse. Quickly, she found what she wanted inside. She finally had a reason to use it!

"You use a flip phone?" Haylee asked, walking up to her.

"It's my... Other phone."

Haylee laughed her beautiful obnoxious laugh. "You got yourself a burner?"

Gloria smiled, despite the ball of shit forming in her chest. "Ahem... Best to be prepared."

"You ever used it before?"

"No."

"So, for seven years-"

"Yes."

They exchanged numbers. Gloria felt odd doing something so mundane right after what they just did.

"Now... If you hear this phone ring... You will know it's me." Haylee said with a smile.

The warmth and promise in that smile made Gloria feel weak. In a few short hours this woman completely upended Gloria's life and- a few short hours?

"What time is it? Oh shit- fuck- I have to go!"

"Damn, my flirting game is that bad, huh?"

"No! I- I am meeting Beverly for coffee!" Gloria cried, as she tried to dress herself without falling over. She had seven minutes to make a twenty three minute drive.

Haylee smirked. "Say hi to her from me."

"What?!"

"Just do it and watch her face. It should be fun."

What? Never mind! No time for cryptic lesbianism. She had an appointment and she kept her appointments!

She was almost out of the door when a hand on her wrist dragged her back. Annoyed, she turned to tell Haylee off, when the woman pushed her against the doors and kissed her deeply.

Time ceased for a moment, as their lips and tongues danced. Where was she- What was she supposed to be doing, again?

"There. Now you can go," Haylee whispered into her lips.

Gloria stumbled out of the bar dazed. She almost fell over when she saw that it was still daylight. It wasn't even noon! She stumbled away from the bar, from the woman she just met, and towards her life.

---

There was a trick to understanding Beverly Carpenter. She was the woman who lived between the lines. One needed to learn to follow her there.

"Oh, you're finally here! I was worried sick that something happened to you..."

Meaning: Who the fuck do you think you are- you boring old twat- keeping me waiting?

"Sorry. I had a... Busy morning. Time just flew away from me!" Gloria said, feeling overheated as she powerwalked through the caffee. Could other people smell infidelity?

"How exciting," Beverly said, meaning that she didn't care. Then, she added because she had to. "Problems at the firm?"

Gloria almost did not tell her the truth... But... If anything, Beverly can be counted on keeping secrets.

"I went back to the bar," she said finally, feeling lightheaded.

Beverly did not respond. She just sat there, looking at Gloria placidly, her left hand gently rubbing a spot above her left breast. Really? Nothing? She always had so much to say, but now, nothing? 

"Haylee says hi."

Something wonderful happened to Beverly's face, a sort of twisting. None of her features changed, but the overall picture became distorted. It lasted only for a moment.

"Oh, did she..." Beverly said, after wrenching her expression back into place. "You talked to her..."

Was this how Beverly looked like when she was thrown off balance? Gloria wanted more.

"Yeah... About Stella and you."

Suddenly, Beverly became very concerned with the arrangement of napkins before her. The hand over her breast tightening into a fist.

"But... I didn't get much out of her. She... Distracted me," Gloria said, reveling in the look of fear and confusion hiding just behind Beverly's expression. 

"Distracted..."

"We-" Gloria lowered her voice to a whisper. "We had sex."

Beverly did not look up from the napkins. She did not react at all in fact. Gloria felt disappointed. She expected fireworks, insults, desperate deflections, anything really.

"Nothing to say? I just- I just had sex with a woman! And it was- God Beverly it was great. And awful! I am not really- I feel a bit crazy right now," she finished with a laugh.

Beverly studied her napkin with unbreakable focus.

"Robert comes back tomorrow... I don't know what I'll do. I guess... I guess I'll just pretend everything is the same? Nothing changed?"

"That would seem like the thing to do," Beverly whispered. Gloria waited for more, but nothing came. The woman just sat there, looking... Odd.

Sad.

"Are you ok? Beverly?"

"No... Not really."

Gloria felt herself go cold. Beverly admitting weakness was... Alarming.

"What's... Going on?"

Beverly continued to silently scratch the spot above her breast, not looking at Gloria. She looked so... Human.

"Beverly-"

"I've met somebody," Beverly said, with the tone of somebody announcing a terminal diagnosis. Gloria stamped down on the scraps of jealousy she still felt, and let the woman continue.

"I don't want to talk about it, ever. I don't want... Anything from you in that regard. I just wanted to try saying it," Beverly said, very quietly.

In the silence that followed, a waiter approached their table. Gloria fidgeted away, waiting for the man to fuck off, but Beverly kept extending the interaction by asking every possible question under the sun about the menu. The waiter looked exhausted by the time they were done ordering.

"I don't want to talk about it," Beverly said before Gloria could say anything. "I'm... Not ready."

Considering everything Gloria knew of the woman, this was a lot for her. She put her hand on Beverly's who flinched like she was being doused with gasoline. 

"That's alright. I won't bring it up again. But I'm happy for you."

Beverly sneered at her with such naked hostility, that Gloria almost laughed in her face. Never change, Beverly!

"Thank you... "

"So... You and Haylee?" Beverly asked after a beat of silence. Gloria burned to ask about how she knew the woman, but realized that it would probably come under the 'I am not ready to talk about it' umbrella.

Gloria squinted her eyes, realizing she got played. Beverly smirked at her, the bitch. Even when she was vulnerable, there had to be an angle.

Oh well, At least she wasn't boring.

Gloria proceeded to tell Beverly absolutely everything about this morning. The woman pretended to listen with polite disinterest, but Gloria could see a slight flush on her cheeks. She was riveted.

When Gloria finished her story, Beverly immediately changed the subject to the party she was planning. She offered no wisdom or judgement about what Gloria had done. 

But the flush remained on her cheeks for a long, long time.

It was the most fun Gloria has ever had with Beverly. They stayed at the cafe, talking about nothing in particular for an hour longer than they'd planned.

It felt almost like a real friendship.

---

After she said goodbye to Beverly, Gloria ran some errands around town. Met up with a client, bought a baseball hat her daughter would have liked- she was a hat girl now, who knew? Before long, she felt almost normal again.

Nobody knew what she did.

The crushing guilt she felt began to fade, bit by bit. How long can a person feel bad? Really, if she looked at it just right, she spent a lovely morning with a new friend. Her husband never needed to know.

She still loved Robert, that never changed and never would. In fact, she looked forward to his return more than before. If she took this newfound energy and happiness, and put it into her marriage it would be worth it, right? Despairing about what she did would not take it back. 

Gloria arrived home, just after six pm, feeling happily tired. All she wanted was a long hot bath, but she needed to sit down and write up a list of concerns and strategies. She needed to be at her best when greeting Robert.

She smiled as she made her way inside. While she had the house to herself she could... Have some fun. Pour herself some wine, and watch some of her favorite videos on the big screen in the living room-

"Oh, hey honey!" Robert said from where he sat on the couch. 

Gloria screamed and fell over, the contents of her purse spilling everywhere. The phones-

THE PHONES!

"Oh Jesus, sorry for startling you!" Her husband laughed as he ran over to help her up. Even at fifty years old he was quite spry. He was on her before she could fully understand what was happening.

"You- early?!"

"Yes! Me early," he said as he picked up her phone.

Then, he paused before picking up her other phone. Gloria's guts melted and dropped down into her pumps.

"Two phones? What-"

"That's for work!" She said too loudly and lunged for the phone. 

Robert just blinked a couple of times, confused at her vehemency and handed her the phones. She shoved them into her purse, trying very hard to look casual about it. Then, unsure if there was anything else incriminating laying around, she crawled around on the floor trying to make sure.

He just sat back and looked at her oddly.

"Alright... Sorry. I saw you pull in and I thought I could surprise you. I caught an earlier flight."

"Oh that's great! Really great! It's great!"

"Are you... Ok?"

She sat on the floor and tried to think, but it wasn't really happening. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, trying to force her mind to work.

"I- I thought you were somebody else. I didn't expect a- a man in the house. I thought-"

His shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry... I haven't considered... Still not used to being in the house alone?"

"No..."

He hugged her then, slow and warm. In that moment she loved him more than she ever had before. Her big man. Guilt gripped her heart, once more. What was she doing? Thinking that he wasn't enough for her?

As Gloria hugged him back, she felt tears pricking in her eyes. 

---

As it turns out, guilt can be an excellent motivator. Gloria rolled up her sleeves and cooked Robert's favourite meal; Lasagna. He insisted that they could just order in, but she did it anyway. She wanted to show him how much she loved him.

They had a lovely evening, eating and talking. It's been a while since they took time to do it, always too busy with the kids or work. The only snag was the moment when Robert asked her where her wedding ring was, but she covered her ass by saying she dropped it off to be cleaned.

As a way of distraction, she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. It's been a while since she took care of him that way, and she missed it.

She pulled out all the stops that night, trying to make him happy. And he, in turn, did the same. He felt so different than Haylee. Not better, or worse, just different. 

Guilt can also be a friend. One you invite to stay over forever.

Afterwards, as her husband drifted off to sleep, she laid in bed wondering about who she was, and who she wanted to be. Today was the best day she'd had in years. Could she... Be this version of herself every day?

She got up, without waking Robert and sneaked her way to her office, where she stashed the burner phone. It felt cold in her hand, as she sat naked in her office chair.

Haylee sent her a text message an hour ago.

"thinking abt this morning want to meet tomorrow?"

There was a video attached. Haylee naked pleasuring herself with the same dildo that she used on Gloria. She watched the video over and over again, her fingers on her clit, rubbing furiously.

Guilt can be ignored.

She wanted to do right by Robert, and today was proof that she was a better wife when she had a little... Excitement on the side. She would become a better woman for him.

Her fingers were still slick with her own arousal as she wrote Haylee back.

"I would love to meet tomorrow. How about, nine am at the bar?"

She was a smart woman. She would not get caught.

 

Notes:

I hope that you enjoyed being in Gloria's head! And if you did not, then don't worry, this was the one and only time. Haylee will get a little part of a chapter for herself later on, but besides that we're sticking to the two leads.