Payback

This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic and consensual lesbian sex. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then stop reading now.

Ekaette sat in the corner, her foot tapping anxiously on the bar stool as butterflies performed stunning feats of acrobatics in her stomach. She watched the door as she sipped her fourth whiskey sour. Her head hurt, her heart hurt, but her resolve never wavered. In her mind, there was only one way to get even with her cheating fiancée.

"Better slow down, madam, before a spider decides to take your tuffet." Ekaette looked at the bartender in surprise. The woman was looking at her in amused concern. "You sure you should be here?"

"Mind your own business," Ekaette snapped, while her mind screamed for a comforting shoulder to cry on. She downed the last of her drink in one gulp unable to stop a wince as the whiskey burned her throat.

"Alright then, I will.’Another round?" She pointed to the empty glass in Ekaette's hand.

"Yes. Please," Ekaette said with an apologetic sigh, but the bartender had already turned her back to her. It was at just that moment 'She' walked in.

Ekaette's heart fell as the raven-haired beauty walked over to the bar and ordered a beer with a wink and smile. This was the siren that had captivated her. Ekaette patted her hair, running her hands down her tight, black leather pants, wondering how long she should wait before approaching the other woman.

The bartender cut into her thoughts as she served Ekaette's drink. Ekaette slid a twenty across the bar, but the bartender held up her hands after pushing it back.

"No need. Already been paid for by the young lady you can't seem to keep your eyes off of." With a snicker, she moved away as Ekaette blushed to the very tips of her toes. All around her, the music pulsed and swam, and if she dared to look behind her, she knew she would see women dancing sensuously with one another. How fitting that Obi had fallen for a lesbian. Ekaette's ultimate revenge would be to have the woman he never would or could have.

"Penny for your thoughts?" a smooth voice interrupted. Ekaette turned, startled, only to be confronted by two luminous brown eyes.

"Nothing I would share," she said with a forced smile, unsure how to continue. She didn't think starting a conversation would be this easy, nor began by 'Her'.

"My name is Aisha," the dark-haired beauty said with a sensual smile. "I haven't seen you here before." Aisha winced at her words, and they shared a laugh.

"I'm Ekaette," Ekaette said, jerkily holding out her hand. Aisha surprised her by gripping it firmly and leaning in close.

"Are we shaking on a transaction? Closing a business deal?" Ekaette swallowed hard, feeling control of the situation slipping out of her hands. She didn't think it would be this hard to do what she had to do.

"This is your first time in a bar, isn't it." Aisha's voice was soft and sensuous, her expressive eyes showing a kindness Ekaette hadn't expected. This woman's kindness made her angry, though, and anger bred boldness. Tossing back her whiskey sour in one gulp, Ekaette stood rather unsteadily and looked Aisha boldly in the eyes.

"Shall we dance, or are you going to talk me to death?" Aisha's face went from surprised to an unreadable expression. She stood slowly, standing about an inch taller than Ekaette.

Without a word, Aisha grabbed Ekaette by the hand and led her into the thickest pocket of dancers. Ekaette stood numbly, uncertain of how to continue. Women writhed on all sides of her, their sweaty faces lusting and decadent. Aisha pulled her close and began to move against her. After a few moments, Ekaette closed her eyes and began to follow the movements of her partner's body. Aisha turned Ekaette around and held her tightly as the music flowed through them. She smelled earthy and good, and Ekaette could feel her body beginning to respond to the heat of the dance.

Her eyes flew open as Aisha's hands moved lower to rest on her thighs, pressing her hips forward into Ekaette's bum. It must be the five whiskey sours, Ekaette thought hurriedly, as her body began to feel as though an electrical current had passed through it igniting every nerve ending. She made as if to pull away, but Aisha held her fast.

"Where're you going, Ekaette?" Aisha whispered seductively in her ear, her breath hot and wet, stirring the fine hairs on Ekaette's neck. The dull thrum of the music made it hard for her to think, and the feel of Aisha's hands beginning to slowly stroke her thighs made it impossible for her to move.

Ekaette closed her eyes letting the sensations flow completely over her. So far, her plan was a smashing success, and she hadn't even had to do anything. Well, she admitted to herself, she wasn't exactly bad looking. Dark hair with gray eyes and dark, long lashes, full lips, perfect figure... Aisha hadn't been the first women to approach her. She hadn't missed the jealous looks thrown in their direction, and not all of them were directed at her. If only Obi could see her now, what would he think? As the thought of him entered her head, she felt her anger and resolve rekindle with a new determination. She had to make this go all the way.

Ekaette reached behind her and grabbed Aisha's hips, holding her closer. At the contact, she could hear and feel Aisha moan softly in her ear. Ekaette began to undulate against the other woman slowly and rhythmically. She turned her head sideways, exposing the curve of her neck to the other woman. Immediately she felt Aisha's lips and teeth scrape her now exposed neck. Ekaette flinched in shock, her body freezing for a second in indecision. This was the point of no return and Ekaette knew it. Aisha continued to nibble lightly, her hands moving over Ekaette's thighs and stomach. The black vest Ekaette was wearing as a top dipped low to expose her ample breasts and black bra, and Ekaette could feel Aisha's heated gaze on her skin as Ekaette reached up to wrap her arms around Aisha's neck.

"Mmm," Aisha moaned softly as Ekaette bent her knees then swayed to a standing position, rubbing her body completely over Aisha's. Ekaette was even shocked at her boldness as she continued to move seductively against the other woman, her body making promises Ekaette didn't know if she could keep. She could feel the hard tips of Aisha's nipples pressing into her back, and with a renewed sense of power, she continued her slow, erotic movements. Seducing a woman was a lot like seducing a man. The only real difference was the sensuality she was experiencing with another woman. Ekaette had never been with a woman before, but revenge was leading her by the nose and dictating her actions. She would do anything it took to ease the ache in her heart.

She was shaken from her thoughts by Aisha taking her hand and leading her to a corner of the dance floor. Aisha pressed Ekaette back to the wall, holding her hands pinned above her head with Aisha's leg between hers separating her own at the knees and spreading them. It all happened so fast, and Ekaette's thoughts were sent on a whirlwind spin in her head.

Aisha was so close, capturing all of her body and thought. For the first time, Ekaette noticed that Aisha was also wearing all black; her jeans moulded her slim legs perfectly and a black tank top moulded pert breasts and a flat stomach. Ekaette's eyes widened as Aisha lifted Ekaette's face with a finger under her chin.

"Feel like talking now?" she asked slowly and Ekaette felt the stricture of second thoughts and doubts fleet across her resolve before breaking apart under the weight of her internal rage.

"Shut up and kiss me," she breathed, sounding braver than she felt. Aisha's face dissolved into a mask that shut out her true thoughts as she leaned forward and kissed Ekaette with bruising force, her tongue forcing entry into the other woman's mouth. Ekaette struggled futilely against Aisha, as Aisha leaned into her, firmly pressing their bodies together. Ekaette could feel the heat radiating from Aisha and was shocked at the warmth and wetness she could feel beginning to trickle down her own thighs. She found she was kissing Aisha just as passionately as Aisha was kissing her. Weeks of pent up sexual frustrations were surfacing as Aisha began to suck and lick Ekaette's chin and neck.

"Let's go to my place," Ekaette gasped as Aisha nipped the tender skin of her shoulder. Aisha stopped her ministrations to look into Ekaette's eyes with a smile.

"If you want me, Ekaette, you have me now." Ekaette felt her revenge slip a notch as she scanned the dark dance floor. She could see other couples pressed into the shadows, but that didn't quell the nervousness in her own stomach. "No one can see what we are doing. They may guess, but they can't see anything," Aisha whispered huskily into the shell of her ear as her hands slipped under Ekaette's vest to run teasingly along the bottom of her bra.

"Please, let's just go to my place," Ekaette said breathlessly as Aisha lowered her mouth to trace Ekaette's nipple with her teeth. Ekaette moaned softly, thrown for a complete mental loop. She hadn't anticipated enjoying this.

"Here and now," Aisha said, punctuating each word with a rough suck at Ekaette's nipple through the fabric of her vest. Aisha's hands reached down between them and unbuttoned Ekaette's leather pants. Between the effects of the alcohol, the music, and her mindset, Ekaette couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to. Ekaette was shocked to find herself rocking her hips against Aisha's hands and leg. Aisha started to kiss her slowly, but Ekaette's mind and body rebelled at the gentleness. She threw her arms roughly around Aisha's neck and deepened the kiss till it was almost painful.

Sensing her mood, Aisha thrust her hand down Ekaette's pants and rubbed her fingers against Ekaette's drenched panties. Ekaette gasped loudly as Aisha slid her fingers under the silky material and thrust as deeply inside of Ekaette as she could get standing up before pulling them out abruptly. Aisha sucked one wet finger, closing her eyes in pleasure.

"You taste so good, Ekaette Cane," she said before sliding her hands back down between Ekaette's legs. She captured Ekaette's lips and Ekaette moaned at the taste of herself on Aisha's sexy mouth.

Aisha didn't waste any motion as she began to slide her fingers up and down the length of Ekaette's slit, stroking the clit and teasing her aching hole. Ekaette panted and shuddered as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Aisha was nipping and licking at her neck, sucking hard as Ekaette rocked against her fingers. Ekaette didn't care at this point who saw her or what she was doing and why. She was moaning continuously now as Aisha curled her fingers and kept up the slow, steady rhythm that was driving her insane, making her to shake and cling to Aisha to keep herself from falling. Her orgasm erupted forcefully, and she barely bit back a scream. Instead she buried her face in Aisha's shoulder biting hard as her hands slid up under Aisha's shirt. She raked her nails down Aisha's back as the waves kept flooding through her. Aisha didn't stop until she had wrung the last drop of cum from Ekaette. Ekaette could feel the stickiness of her cum covering her thighs as she struggled to catch her breath.

Aisha kissed her tenderly before reluctantly removing her hand. She sucked slowly on her fingers with a dreamy smile. Leaning in to Ekaette she whispered, "Tell Obi you've got a new girlfriend. I'll call you tomorrow." With that, she slipped away leaving Ekaette standing there stunned. Hastily she redid her pants and headed out on shaky legs. She waved goodbye to the bartender, unable to stop the huge smile from spreading across her face.

"Looks like the spider got some of your tuffet," the bartender said with a wink.

"That she did," Ekaette said, mentally adding, and she's going to get a whole lot more if I have anything to say about it.

The End

By Cherrymon