The Academy (41 page)

Alexandra turned back toward Rachel, and shrugged out of her dress with a simple movement, letting the fabric drop and flow over her feet.
Damn
, Rachel thought,
the woman is incredibly hot!
She watched as Alexandra unhooked her bra with that curiously experienced double-jointed movement that women so take for granted until they see another woman execute the move. Alexandra stood like a Greek statue, her skin smooth and pale, her blue eyes like sapphires as she reached toward Rachel, and brought her close. Alexandra quickly unbuttoned Rachel’s blouse, even as Rachel was unhooking her skirt and shrugging her hips out of it. She stopped, then, and traced her fingers over the tattoo on Rachel’s arm and shoulder. It was a fierce-looking cat, snarling, with almost bat-like wings and long, vicious claws. Alexandra felt a set of tiny scars just where the cat’s teeth appeared to be sinking its teeth into the muscle of Rachel’s upper arm.

“My familiar,” Rachel grinned, as she kissed Alexandra and pulled her down on the bed. “She bites, sometimes.”

She ran her fingers through Alex’s blond hair, then tugged gently, keeping Alexandra’s mouth upon hers. She kissed her more urgently, pulling Alexandra’s hand down to her dark, thick bush of pubic hair, wanting the woman to feel her arousal. Alexandra felt her own wetness grow when her fingers slipped through the hair and dipped into Rachel’s ready cunt. After the years of shaven cunts and cocks that seemed perpetually fashionable in the Marketplace, Rachel’s bush held a deep, erotic fascination for her. Its dark, tangled hair implied a sense of wild, sexual pleasure without compromise to any lover.

The older woman’s nipples tightened as she pressed deeper, and Rachel responded, thrusting toward the fingers hungrily, demanding more. When Alexandra pushed three fingers, then four through the tangle of hair surrounding Rachel’s ready opening, she sighed with delight. Pulling out slightly, she pressed her thumb tightly against the palm of her hand, and rocked it against Rachel’s wet cunt. Rachel groaned as Alexandra rocked her hand across the wetness, and thrust harder and more urgently against the fist. With perfect rhythm, her cunt swallowed Alexandra’s hand. Both women stopped briefly, enjoying the tightness, the fullness that no cock could ever match. Then the fucking began in earnest.

Rachel was a demanding, hungry lover, who wrapped her legs around Alexandra’s thighs, keeping the woman against her and the fist securely in her cunt. Alexandra shifted her hand against the hot, fleshy walls of Rachel’s cunt in minute movements that drove Rachel into wild humping thrusts that buried Alexandra’s wrist even deeper into the tangled bush of hair. She used her free hand to pull Rachel’s head back and felt the woman’s entire body arch against her.

Rachel growled and wrapped her arms around Alexandra, binding them even more tightly together, then took one of Alexandra’s nipples into her mouth and began to suck and tongue it. The intensity of Rachel’s hot mouth on her nipple was an erotic counterpoint to the warmth enveloping her fist, and Alexandra began to moan as well, a sheen of sweat appearing on her neck and forehead. She pressed her knuckles against Rachel’s cervix carefully, knowing that some women found that painful and others enjoyed it. Rachel was apparently in the latter category, and bucked hard. Alexandra let out a hiss of pleasure, and began to pull her hand out of Rachel’s cunt, then thrusting it in with a gentle twist of her wrist.

Rachel cried with pleasure, her mouth releasing Alexandra’s nipple, only to catch the other in her mouth, this time using her teeth. Rachel bit down harder as Alexandra pumped her hand in and out of her cunt, pressing down, watching with astonishment as her hand appeared, then disappeared into the thick bush of hair. She fucked Rachel harder, until the woman cried out again, releasing her nipples. Then Alexandra bent her own head quickly, grasped one of Rachel’s heavy nipple rings in her mouth, and tugged.

It was like riding a tiger. Rachel’s cunt tightened almost painfully around Alexandra’s fist as she came, thrusting upwards, as if to pull the hand even deeper into her. Alexandra slowed the movement of her hand, wanting to feel the power of the come as it squeezed, then released her fingers. Rachel was yowling, screaming to be fucked harder, demanding it as her right, and Alexandra shifted her hand slightly, amazed as the woman bucked again against her, grabbing the back of her head and pressing her mouth even more tightly against the dark, pierced nipple. Alexandra flicked her tongue against the rock-hard nub of flesh, sending Rachel into another orgasm, feeling Rachel’s nails digging into her back as her body jerked again, her cunt tightening once more.

Finally, exhausted, Rachel released her, falling back against the bed, her brown curls spread across the pillow, a satisfied smile on her face. Alexandra smiled back at her, and carefully pulled her almost numb hand slowly out of Rachel’s body. When her knuckles were free, another wave of orgasms pulled Rachel off the bed, almost as if she had been given an electric shock, leaving her to flop back like a cotton doll. Then Alexandra realized she, too, was exhausted, panting, and she fell against the pillow next to Rachel, flexing and re-flexing her hand until the blood flowed through it again.

When both women caught their breath, Alexandra rang a small bell on the bed stand, which immediately brought forth a slave carrying a tray with a carafe of light-colored liquid and two glasses. Alexandra poured a glass for her most-recent playmate, then filled one for herself. The slave vanished into the bathroom for a few moments and came back with warm, damp hand-towels, but Alex merely indicated the bed stand and waved a dismissive hand. As the slave quietly left the room, Rachel laughed and used one of the towels to wipe the sweat off the back of her neck. “Shit, I can get used to that kind of help! Are they all like that?”

“They can be,” Alex said after a drink. “Chris is a good overseer for them, but we could use another. How long have you known him?” Alexandra asked.

“Oh, Parker and me, we go way back. Back before he found this Marketplace thing. The seventies,” Rachel said. “We met each other on the street. We hung together for a while, and kept in touch after he, you know, went into all this training shit. No offense.”

“None taken.” Alexandra thought about that. Rachel and Chris must have been in their teens when they met. Street kids, in New York, it was amazing they were both still alive. “How did you live?” she asked.

“The usual,” Rachel shrugged. “Parker would stay sometimes with his brother, sometimes with some freakin’ mistress this or that. Probably locked up from time to time, if you know what I mean! Sometimes I would find a girlfriend with an apartment. If not, we’d trick for food and dope and blow and find some crib to crash in until something better came along. The piers on warm nights, it wasn’t that bad.” She smiled. “You know, Parker and I always promised each other that some day, we’d get ourselves our own place, with a dungeon, where we could spank rich stockbrokers for hundreds of dollars.” She laughed at Alex’s expression of amazement.

“Oh yeah, Parker and me were kinky right from the start,” she laughed. “Parker was really into the whole leather S/M scene, sneaking into the bars and picking up the tough guys, sucking them off in the empty trucks on the piers. They liked that innocent face, I think, liked pounding it to shit. Dangerous stuff, sometimes, but when he wasn’t doing that, he was getting fucked over by some bitch in high heels. I was pretty much doing the same things with different people. Never had a pimp, either of us, never mainlined, never got into strange cars, we did all right.”

“Partners in more than one way?” Alex probed.

Rachel laughed and shrugged, not offended by the question. “We’d try to do this shit with each other, but you know—it just wouldn’t ever work for too long. Always hot, don’t get me wrong—just not ...right. We were too much alike, I think. Then I got into a house and spanked stockbrokers for a living.” Her smile faded. “But the leather scene wasn’t enough for Parker. When he found out about the Marketplace, he couldn’t stop until he got in. And now that he has, well ...”

“You miss him?” Alexandra asked gently.

Rachel nodded. “Sometimes, it’s like we dropped out of each others lives,” she said. “And he’s just, well, different now. Not that he isn’t still a real hot fuck,” she assured Alex, “but we live very different lives now.”

Alexandra nodded encouragingly, hoping that she was covering her shock. The vision of cool, distant Chris Parker having sex with the wildcat in bed next to her was hard to believe. Let alone the woman’s assertion that they were too much alike. She couldn’t imagine two more different people!

“Chris and me were the best fuck buddies,” Rachel continued thoughtfully. “Didn’t matter who we were doing or how good it was, it was always great to get back together. Even if it was months between fucks, we’d be in the same bed and boom, it was like we never parted. You people—the Marketplace—it’s been the hardest separation for us. ‘Cause before, one of us would run away or get thrown out, or sneak out or just fuckin’ go out and we’d find each other. But for years now, he’s had all these rules he has to follow, and I see him only once in a while. It’s much worse than all the times he fell in love with someone.” Her eyebrows lifted in an unasked question.

“Rachel, Chris is one of the most remarkable trainers to come along in decades,” Alex said. “Part of that, I think, is because of his love for the Marketplace itself, rather than for any individual within it. There are very few who have that kind of focus. Frankly, I don’t know if I could do it without Grendel, or someone like him.” Rachel nodded, understanding that her question had been answered. But Alex had a question, too.

“So, Rachel, what about you? Do you think the Marketplace can be the right place for you?”

Rachel thought about that.

“I don’t know,” she finally replied. “I’m not like you, or Parker. The whole thing about training sounds too much like work. And I don’t get off on the idea that there might be a bunch of rules that I have to follow. That’s why I’m working on my own now—house rules didn’t sit well with me.” She paused. “But that doesn’t mean I’m unreasonable. Someone’s got to sweep the floors, clean the toilets, and stuff. I just hate getting attitude from people who think they’re better than me. I’ve done shit most of your owners and slaves wouldn’t dare try.” She looked at Alex seriously. “I’m not stupid. I’m willing to learn if you’re willing to try me. Just don’t confuse me with one of the slaves you’re training, okay? Give me some room to go out and play in the streets and let me see if I like being a house cat for a change.”

“There’s no way you would ever be mistaken for one of our slaves, Rachel, I assure you.” Alex smiled, her blue eyes piercing into Rachel’s.

* * * *

“What do you mean, we’re hiring her?” Grendel exploded. “She’s got no housekeeping experience, no interest in the Marketplace, no resume worth speaking of, not even a goddamned GED, for goodness sakes! I don’t care if she gave you a good romp in bed, that’s not enough of a reason to put her on payroll!” Alex was waiting for Grendel to finish his rant, but at his last statement, her eyes flashed angrily.

“Are you implying that I, I could be swayed to hire someone based solely on their ability to please me in bed?” she snapped. The menace in her voice sliced through Grendel’s anger.

“No, I just meant—no, Alex,” he answered. “That was an inappropriate comment to make. I apologize.” There was a silence between them, growing heavier with each passing moment, while Alex willed herself to calm down.

“I accept your apology,” she said formally, and Grendel sighed in relief.

“Alex,” he said more quietly, “you know I trust your judgment. I just don’t understand this decision. She made only a bad impression on me.”

“She made a remarkably good one on me, Grendel,” Alex replied evenly. “And while she comes without any resume, Marketplace or otherwise, she has Chris Parker’s recommendation. I’m sure you agree that Chris has an excellent eye for quality. I believe it’s reasonable for me to suggest that between my judgment and Chris’s recommendation, there is good reason to believe that we are making a good decision by hiring Rachel. Put this down as my choice, and give me a trial period of three months.”

“I just wish I had the same faith in her that you do,” Grendel said.

“Just wait and see, Grendel, wait and see.”

* * * *

Chris had given Rachel a plain gray maid’s uniform to wear, one that covered her tattoos. Grendel had to admit that, in cleaner clothes and with her hair tied back, Rachel was very presentable. Passing by the guest bathroom one morning, he saw her standing over a shivering slave, the heel of her shoe digging into a naked butt while the novice scrubbed the corner. She looked perfectly comfortable, both in this role and the difficult position she was standing in, and her eyes gleamed with pleasure. Not his personal style, but one that certainly got results, Grendel decided. Indeed, the bathroom did shine.

“I think we need a change in scenery,” Marcy suggested after Cindy finished, her body glistening with sweat and her eyes bright with pleasure.

“Good idea,” Ken said, casting a glance around the room. “If you are finished with Andy, perhaps he shall have his turn?”

“I have a better idea, if you agree, Marcy,” said Chris. He nudged the now visibly shaking Stuart with his foot. “Let me take you up on your offer of putting Stuart to use.”

“By all means, Parker, you didn’t have to ask. Believe me, he’s of more use than a piece of furniture.” She stretched luxuriously; but she and Andy had satisfied grins on their faces, and when she nudged him, he crawled, cat fashion, past Stuart to rub against Ken’s legs. She laughed and patted him as Chris pulled Stuart up.

“You told me you aren’t shy,” Chris said, as Stuart stumbled to his feet. “Well then, off with the trousers.”

“Yes, sir,” Stuart said, and started to unfasten them. He revealed a jock strap, and Chris smiled over his shoulder at Marcy. Stuart had a fine dusting of almost white-blond hairs on his curved little butt, and down his legs. Chris lightly cupped Stuart’s ass in one hand, and Stuart sighed and immediately broke out in goosebumps. Chris laughed and got up, taking Stuart by the scruff of the neck and propelling him toward the center of the room where he said, “Up, Michael. On your knees.”