Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

"Looks like the place has been remodeled since I was here," Taryn commented.

"Yes, I suppose it has. I forgot how long you've been away." A hostess stopped at their table, offering them something to drink from the mini bar on wheels. "Two club sodas with a twist of lemon,"

Debbie told her.

Taryn laughed. "I see some things haven't changed. You're still afraid you'll make a fool of yourself if you imbibe?" she asked.

Debbie frowned. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" she asked, shaking her head as she dolefully recalled the one time she'd been drunk in Taryn's presence. "I've never forgiven Carrie for that, you know," she said.

Taryn laughed, remembering how excited Debbie was when they gave her a surprise party for her thirtieth birthday. A man from one of the local clubs dressed up like a female stripper and popped out of a box when she opened it. After letting her drool over him for a while, he pressed her hand against his groin. "You should have seen your face when you realized you were touching a real life penis!" Taryn exclaimed.

Debbie laughed in spite of her embarrassment. She leaned over the table and whispered, "And I paid you back for that little prank, didn't I! Gave you a little token of my appreciation that night in bed. About ten inches long, three inches around and never flaccid. I swear you were hobbling for two days after that." Debbie chuckled and took another sip of her club soda.

It was Taryn's turn to be embarrassed. Without thinking, she retorted, "That's more than I can say for your clit."

Debbie shot up from her chair, startling Taryn. She knew she'd forgotten a very important rule when Debbie barked, "Get up!" No one could tease Debbie Gaylen about her sexual prowess. Taryn frowned, her heart pounding against her chest. Seeing Debbie this angry made her giddy with fear and, although she hated to admit it, excitement. She cast her eyes down, a resolute look on her face. "Get a life," she said, dismissing Debbie as though she was a nuisance.

"I would have thought you'd learned by now, Taryn" Debbie hissed.

She seized Taryn's hands and pulled her from the chair. In one swift move, she twisted her arms behind her back and shoved her face down on the table.

Taryn winced, her cheek stinging from the sudden impact against the wooden surface. Pain shot through her arms. Taryn knew it was intentional and she cursed herself for the way it made her feel. God, she wanted this woman to take her! Just once more , begged the little voice inside of her head. She grimaced, anger flashing in her eyes and blinding her vision. Was she willing to pay the consequence, to accept Debbie's terms for satiating the need that raged and roared inside of her?

Overcome by her own need, Debbie had no intention of allowing Taryn to make that choice. She spread her legs apart and shifted her body so that her cunt was pressed against the table's edge.

A malicious smile on her face, she reached underneath Taryn and unbuckled her belt. Not caring if she tore the belt loops, she grasped the buckle and pulled it free.

Knowing this might be the only chance she'd get, Taryn tried to out maneuver Debbie while she worked to free the belt. She steeled her body, waiting until the moment was right. When she felt Debbie's arms relax a little, she pushed as hard as she could, trying to flip the other woman over.

Debbie laughed, jerking her arms painfully tight against her shoulder blades. "You can't be serious now, can you?" she scoffed.

"Surely you can do better than that." Debbie knew, better than anyone, all the right places to prod and make Taryn furious. Moving with the ease of a sailor, she circled the belt around Taryn's wrists and knotted it. It was exceedingly tight. She jerked it once more to tighten the cinch and stepped away from the table.

"This has gone far enough, Debbie. Let me go!" Taryn growled.

Debbie laughed and placed her booted foot square on Taryn's ass.

She bent down and withdrew a knife from the leather cuff. The light struck the knife's shiny surface. It gleamed, producing a very sinister appearance. A few of the women seated nearby were watching, curious but not finding anything of particular interest just yet.

The same could not be said for Taryn. She drew a sharp breath when she heard the sound of metal brushing against leather. She knew Debbie carried a knife and she'd been prey to it before. What was she planning to do? Seconds seemed like hours as Taryn waited for Debbie's next move.

The knife felt good in Debbie's hand. She liked the power it gave her – a power she sometimes brandished and at other times willingly used. Tonight she planned to use it. Placing the tip of the knife inside the waistband of Taryn's jeans, she slowly and meticulously cut a square in the seat of her pants. She took special care to avoid nicking her with the sharp edge. Her breath quickened as she prepared to remove the square of material. Slowly, she pulled it away and dropped it to the floor. "Umm," she murmured upon seeing what lay underneath Taryn's pants. She wore a leather g-string, exposing her very nicely for Debbie's purposes. Now that the action seemed to be picking up, a few curious observers gathered nearby. Confident that her captive wasn't going anywhere, Debbie strutted around the table.

She gazed at the other women who were watching her and admiring her body. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "The show's about to begin, girlfriends," she said. Sexual politics between women was an arena where she performed quite well.

Taryn felt her face become hot and flushed as she watched Debbie strutting in front of her. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, a futile but necessary show of resistance. She knew people were gathering around her, viewing her. She knew it by the telltale whisk of air across her bare bottom, women strutting past and staring at her, wondering if they'd get a shot at amusing themselves with her.

Debbie allowed a few moments to pass, then reached into a leather sling secured to her belt. It was very long and slender, hardly noticeable if one wasn't looking for it. The object she sought was a riding crop made of fine, smooth leather. The grip was sculpted to fit the human hand and it was adorned with suede strips about ten inches long.

Taryn kept silent, trying to find that place in her mind where nothing seemed real. She thought about Kimberly, how much she wanted her. Her groin tightened as she thought about her lush body and remembered scenes from the video that Pat had taped of her with Mark. What she wouldn't give to have Kimberly wrap those gorgeous lips around her clit and suck her the way she had sucked Mark! And those gorgeous ripe tits; it made her wet just thinking about one of those in her mouth. She started to weave a fantasy, making love to Kimberly for the first time. Whack! The riding crop cracked against the table, missing her face by a bare two inches. She drew a breath and resumed her fantasy.

Debbie knew what Taryn was trying to do because she'd tried it with her before. "Forget it!" she growled. Leaning down in Taryn's face, she hissed, "You're with me right now. Got that?"

Taryn nodded, Debbie's wrath causing her to flinch and pull away.

She watched as Debbie stood and walked behind her. She envisioned the other women, knowing by now most of them were probably lined up around the table. Moments like this were considered very exquisite; this one even more so because it was Taryn's second time being taken down.

Debbie loved the suspense and tension that surrounded her, the object of her desire humbled before her peers, many of whom would give anything to take Debbie's place. She waited until the moment was pregnant with anticipation, Taryn's bare cheeks trembling with fear and anticipation. Suddenly she snapped the whip, the sound sharp and harsh against the silence. She laughed at Taryn, her fists clenched so tightly the knuckles were white. "What's the matter, Taryn?" she whispered as she strode around the table.