The Meeting Point (10 page)

“Hey, what's up?” the bartender asked kindly, smiling and cocking her head to the side. “Come on now, you've got the hottest ticket in this place,” she said, nodding to the bracelet that Deborah only had to flash to get any drink she wanted. “How about we chuck away that tea and get you something fizzy?”

Deborah tried to say no, but in truth, a bit of liquid courage might just help to pull her back to the light side.
Only one way to find out
, she thought as the sound of a cork popping made her jump.

“Will you join me?” She smiled at the bartender, hoping she would take a glass so Deborah wouldn't end up drinking the lot.

“Can't, I'm afraid. Not while I'm on duty.”

Deborah watched as the woman wiped the condensation from the bottle with a crisp folded napkin. It was an efficient, brisk motion, but it made her think dirty thoughts. She was pleased for the small tingle between her legs; a bit of distraction from her heavy location was exactly what she needed. The bartender absently licked her lips as she poured the fizz. The action seemed to open the floodgates for thoughts of what she and Marcus had been up to since she broke into his room.

As Deborah sipped the bubbly liquid, with arousal growing between her legs, she spotted a face mask on the bar. Of course. The oxytocin must be having an effect.
The place must be thick with it
, she thought, and shifted her buttocks a little, aware of the beads pressing into her behind. Sudden lust prowled up her primly crossed legs, pointing hard to reach the foot bar. She raised her hips just a little and slipped her hand underneath herself just long enough to push the bracelet in between her ass cheeks. Sipping more wine, she rolled her pelvis slowly on the bar stool, rocking the beads toward her pussy. Heat rose in her face and she knew she was blushing, but she didn't care. This situation had brought her into an emotional spiral and connecting with her body was bringing her nerves into check. Through her skirt, a bead was now pressing into the dip of her entrance. It felt naughty and rude to be so aroused in a bar. She looked down to see her nipples strain against her top and she tugged at her buttons a little to heighten the sensation of fabric brushing against them.

Dampness spread through her knickers as she rocked harder, stuck between being afraid of someone guessing what she was up to and not giving a damn. The bartender was off serving at the other end of the bar, and Deborah downed the glass of wine and poured another. The excuse to lean forward on the chair gave her more of that exquisite pressure in her pussy. She was wet now. Her juices were spreading through to the stool and Deborah was desperate to come. Coiling one hand into a fist, she pushed in onto her mound and she rocked, almost reaching that perfect point. But not quite. She shuffled her ass again to try and loosen her skirt a little to allow her hand to get a little deeper.
Yes, there.
Her knuckle jammed firmly on her clit through the fabric and the tiny beads worrying at her cunt made Deborah come hard and fast on the barstool. She stifled a shocked giggle by coughing and taking another swig of champagne.
Well, that was fast.

She felt high and empowered and decided she was almost ready to do the task she needed to. Placing the glass down, she waved goodbye to the bartender and carefully maneuvered off the stool, palming the bracelet and twisting her skirt to the side in one cunning motion. The damp patch she'd made on her skirt now just looked like maybe someone had bumped her and spilled a drink on her hip. Well, that's what Deborah hoped it looked like. A slight wobble, but she made her way to the main reception, nodding to Katja on the way past who beamed broadly at her.

This was it. She was going to find Lena and the other two and bring them to free her lover.

 

 

The sun had lazily made its way into evening and birds were beginning their chatter. Lena had spent the whole afternoon with her head in Mae's lap while Angelo massaged her legs and feet. It had been heavenly, as if her two lovers were preparing her for battle. As the time drew nearer, nerves began to build, fluttering in her stomach. Angelo kept kneading her calf muscles then gently raking her skin with the tips of his nails. His touch was edging higher and Lena couldn't decide if it was the nerves or excitement which now squirmed inside her. The heat of the day seemed to have gathered between her thighs and she opened them, the sticky sweat-damp skin pulling apart to allow in a gentle breeze. Angelo didn't miss the opportunity and his fingers ran up the back of Lena's knee then to her thigh. Lena twisted her hips and rolled onto her back, letting her legs fall open. Mae kept gently stroking her hair and face, taking great care of her sunburned cheek.

“You're so hot,” Angelo said, and shifted his position, moving around between her legs, and lay flat on his belly, blowing onto her inner thighs. The cooling effect was bristling, and Lena could feel goosebumps rising where he blew. He crept closer in, forcing her legs wider as he did.

Mae's touch was also changing from nurturing and caring to probing and sexual. Her fingers slid down like feathers into the crook of Lena's neck, lightly brushing the tiny hairs. Lena sighed at the erogenous sensations, starting from where Mae stroked right down like an electric current to meet up with magic caress of Angelo's hands now almost at the fleshy pillows where her cunt nestled. Mae's breath was becoming raspy and sexy as she spread her fingers wide and smoothed them down under Lena's top to her breasts. Lena arched her back, her body responding naturally to the delicious coaxing of her lovers. Mae knew her body so well and eased her thumbs across both nipples, stretching them to the side, and letting them go with a
ping
. Lena shivered as Mae withdrew one hand. She could sense a command coming.

“Rub your right tit,” Mae said, and Lena did as she was told, reaching up to the breast Mae had now pulled her top over to expose roughly.
Oh yes
, Lena thought, sensing the change in the other woman, her dominance rising.
That's my Mae.

With her now free hand, Mae played with Lena's lips and mouth, opening it and forcing her fingers in, exploring the hot, moist space and rudely mimicking head. Lena gagged a little as she pushed in deeper. Lena suckled and wrapped her tongue around the slender fingers, lifting her face and squeezing her tit as directed.

“That's it, that's it. Fuck my fingers with your mouth. You're so fucking hot now, aren't you, you sexy little bitch.”

The words were crude and shocking and had the most incredible effect on Lena. Her pussy swelled and engorged with excitement and she was aware again of Angelo's presence between her legs, toying with the flesh at the top of them.

“Why don't you let her fuck your fingers with that hot little fucking pussy?” Mae commanded Angelo, and he obliged, ramming two thick, satisfying fingers deep inside her. Lena's instinct to sit up abruptly was foiled by Mae's digits firmly fucking her mouth as she sucked hard, spluttering and choking. “Lick her.” Mae growled at Angelo. “She needs it. Look at her writhing like that.”

Lena was overcome with lust at Mae's words and twisted and bucked as Angelo did as he was bid and leaned in to her clit. A few firm strokes was all it took for Lena to come hard around his fingers and tongue. Mae squeezed her breast and kept her hand stuffed in Lena's mouth until she twitched and spasmed to stillness.

The three of them lay quiet in the exact position until everyone's breathing had slowed and they were calm again. Lena's pussy felt puffy and tender with Angelo's fingers still inside her. At last, he withdrew and Mae also released her, helping her up to sitting and brushing her down before kissing her fully on the lips.

“There, that's better, isn't it?”

Lena nodded. How could it be that someone knew her body so intimately, better than she knew it herself?

Angelo pushed himself up on his elbows and shuffled awkwardly free from Lena's legs and skirts, smiling as he rose, letting his cloak fall open to reveal his cock in a semi-hard state. Lena was almost put out that it wasn't rigid as a spear after the show she'd just put on, but she had to admit, seeing a semi-erect cock hanging gently to the side under cotton shorts made her mouth water. She twisted to look at Mae who was shamelessly licking her lips. Angelo stood before them, obviously in delight as the long swell which hung to the right began to rise, puckering the fabric and growing in length and girth.

Lena moved to get closer, but was pushed aside by Mae.

“My turn,” she said hungrily, and crawled toward him, kneeling before him. She put her hands on his hips and twisted him to the side to give Lena the best view of the action then slid her fingers into the waistband of the shorts, pulling them down. His springy cock bounced a couple of times before becoming fully engorged and upright. “So beautiful.” Mae's voice was so thick with lust that Lena felt arousal begin to peak again between her legs. Instead of taking the shorts all the way down, Mae held them at his thighs, just below the crease of his buttocks, and twisted them in her fists, pulling him to her.

The muscles flexed in his ass, causing that sexy dip and curve which always made Lena crazy with desire. His cock was rigid and Lena yearned to be fucked. Mae licked her pouting, full lips and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out to the very tip of Angelo's cock and he shuddered, the dimple in his ass quivering as Mae licked and swirled the tiny hole, eliciting a pearl of pre-come as her prize. Lena wanted it. Her mouth remembered the taste and the feel of his silky head, the salty, sweet cream that coated her teeth and made them squeak. She loved it. But this show was not audience participation, and Lena knelt and spread her legs wide. There didn't seem to be any rules about her touching herself, so Lena deftly worked on her clit just as Angelo's cock disappeared between Mae's luscious lips. Her jaw wrenching on its hinge as she pulled him in deeper and deeper made Lena's cunt yearn for him. She plunged two fingers into herself and rocked the heel of her palm onto her clit. Her pussy was buzzing with lust, and Angelo tipped her over the edge by roughly ramming his fingers into Mae's hair, dragging her onto him harder, deeper. Mae's eyes were streaming with the effort, but her nipples strained through her dress and her hips undulated into her heels.

Lena thought about reaching under her ass and pleasuring her, but the thought of being engulfed in the other woman's hot, dripping cunt was too much and Lena came hard, gasping and shouting aloud. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Angelo's thrusting became more frantic and the tangle of hands and hair and shorts were blurred as he shuddered his climax into Mae's throat. He held her there, spasming for a second or two, but it was too much for Mae who was struggling to breathe. She tapped his ass in submission and tried to pull away.

“Angelo!” Lena cried, and nudged him back to his senses.

His look of bliss turned to horror as he saw the bedraggled, used face on the end of his cock. He pulled out and fell to his knees, stroking Mae and apologizing. Mae coughed a little then once she had composed herself began laughing hard.

“Wow, that was something else.” She grinned, wiping the side of her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Sure was,” Angelo said, with relief that she was fine flashing over his face. “Are you okay though?”

“Of course.” Her voice was bright and breezy, and she got up quickly and picked up a small bag and brought it Lena. “Let's get you ready for your big night out.”

“But what about you?” Lena went to stroke her lover's knee, but was dismissed.

“There's plenty time for me. This is about you now. You're the one we're preparing.”

Angelo shuffled guiltily in the background, still smiling. “What was my excuse then?”

“You've got a fucking gorgeous cock that a girl can't resist,” Mae said as she rummaged through the little bag, producing a lipstick.

* * * *

Lena picked her way carefully, avoiding the larger lumps of gravel in the track. Roads had been left to decay for years and nature had been quite insistent in her reclamation of the tarmac with feeble sprouts poking their way through the cracks and taking them back. It was like watching the industrial world being consumed, and Lena liked it. Well, she usually did if she saw an example. Today though, as the shards of the tattered road edged into her peeptoes and the bumps threatened her ankles, she would have been happy with flat, smooth concrete.

Lena smiled as she looked down at the ridiculous footwear that Mae had produced triumphantly from her bag of mystery. It was a good feeling to know that her lover had been squirreling away pretty things to lavish on her later. She put her hand to the wall for support as yet another jagged little pebble stuck into her toes. The perimeter was high and seemed to go on forever. The plan that she should go straight in the main entrance with some story of being robbed and in need of refreshment seemed brilliant at the planning stage, but as she tottered closer to her destination, Lena wasn't so sure. She just didn't have the same capacity for lies and manipulation as Mae did.

A horse and carriage trundled past, casting up great plumes of dust and gravel, darkening Lena's mood further. Brushing off dust as best she could, Lena noted that at least now it would be a more convincing story. Fear and nerves were bringing bitterness and negativity into Lena's thinking and she knew it. Visions of Mae and Angelo probably fucking each other's brains out while she was the one in danger made her sick to her stomach. She stopped walking and clutched her middle which was tight and churning.
No, calm down.
She tried to soothe herself and remember how much risk her lovers had put themselves through to free her.

Stepping out into the main road to the entrance, Lena thought she might faint. There was no way she could pull this off. Perhaps she might just take a look around the grounds first. Her mind suddenly went into overdrive trying to convince her that yes, this was the best possible plan. She would simply search the grounds and peek through windows until she found The Wasp or her male. Deep down, she knew it was a cop-out, but her mind was doing a fantastic job of convincing her.

Lena ducked into a shadowy side gate and cowered behind it, shaking. She knew that if she stuck to the story, her nerves would be assumed to be genuine, but she'd totally lost it. Thinking about it, they didn't need to find The Wasp, they could just make a go of it on their own. After all, there must be plenty of people out there who knew of the safe, lush grounds. Mustn't there? Lena's heart was thundering now as she contemplated how long she would have to wait before heading back to her lovers and convincing them she had indeed carried out the plan, but it was fruitless.

She was just about to find a place to crawl further into the shadows when a soft hand touched her shoulder.

“Lena?”

Lena's body stilled in an instant to ice and she couldn't answer, she just closed her eyes and waited for the handcuffs to be placed around her wrists.

“Lena.” The hand squeezed and shook her slightly, and she shut her eyes tighter. “Lena, it's me, Deborah… I mean, The Wasp.”

Lena unfroze and stared at The Wasp. “What? Really?” Her stomach flipped. “Oh my God, I'm going to be…” She lurched forward and threw up into the grass while the woman rubbed her back.

“It's okay, you're okay.”

When she'd finally composed herself and accepted a handkerchief to mop her face, Lena sat up and looked at The Wasp.

“I don't understand. How did you... I mean where did you come from?”

“I was looking for you.” The Wasp smiled kindly and pushed Lena's hair out of her face. “To be honest, I felt like I could have been sick a hundred times. I didn't think you'd come. Not after we broke the butterfly.”

“That explains that then,” Lena said, the quiver finally leaving her voice. Being with this woman, however intimidating at times, always made her feel secure. It was very odd. Lena wondered briefly if she always needed to feel parented. “What happened to it?”

“Never mind. Let's think about what we should do next.”

* * * *

Deborah slipped the bracelet onto Lena's wrist, suppressing an embarrassed smile as she did, hoping the scent of her arousal wasn't carried on the beading.

“This gives you access to all areas,” she explained, helping Lena up and taking a good look at her clothes and jewels through the evening gloom. “Well, I can see my treasures haven't been completely lost.” She meant it as a joke, but the woman before her winced a little. Deborah would have to clear the air between them. She took both of Lena's hands in hers. “Listen, things are different now. I'm different. I'm not who I was in the prison. That was a role I had to play to…” She paused. It had all been so long ago, she began to wonder if the role she ‘played' had become the role she lived. “Never mind. I'm not that person anymore.”

Deborah relaxed a little when she saw Lena calm down and breathe a little more smoothly. As she looked up with those eyes, Deborah remembered how she was such an enigma to discipline. None of her subjects had affected her in the way this young woman had. It was all to do with pheromones she reasoned. After all, she had just borne witness to their power yet again in the oxytocin bar. And yet, this woman had been brought to her to be corrected and had been rumored to be the savior—the one in possession of that rarest chemical of all. The stimulant that all her research papers had been based on before she had given up on science and become The Wasp. The chemicals that made up Lena's secretions were like life itself in these barren times, proven to awaken the laziest sperm.