My friend, Ellie, wrote this story for me for my birthday in 2015. She took the Patient Lee Radio Challenge, and the song she got was "Trouble" by Iggy Azalea and Jennifer Hudson. She gave me her permission to share the story, but it is her property. Don't steal it. Enjoy.
Trouble by Ella Wilding (a.k.a. xelliebabex on Literotica.)
“Don’t just stand there. Run!” Cheney yelled at the frozen woman. Then she kicked out at the nearest would-be mugger, who stepped back with his hands up before him.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, lady! We were just trying to help her,” he said in a startled voice, furtively looking down at his companion who was moaning and holding his blood covered hands to his nose.
“Yeah help her with the weight of her purse no doubt,” she spat at the man. Grabbing the younger woman’s arm, she dragged her further up the street to the corner of the main road. “I told you to run, you deaf or something?” she asked impatiently.
“I… I just…” the woman stammered and gave up trying to talk as she stared at her saviour. Not the heroic muscled man she had been expecting but a gorgeous tall, athletic woman.
“Okay let’s start simple, I’m Cheney and you are?” she had lowered her voice and tried to keep a pleasant tone. This chick was obviously out of her territory here. Girls from around here didn’t have designer labels in the price range that this chick obviously did.
“Brielle, I’m Brielle,” she said, finally coming out of her stupor. “Thank you so much for helping me. Let me buy you a coffee or something to thank you properly.” She swivelled her head around looking for a café or a bar of some kind.
“Look I don’t know where you’re from but this isn’t exactly the café district,” Cheney laughed and shook her head. The girl was cute in a lost lamb sort of way, so she made a suggestion of her own. “I know a bar not far from here. You can buy me a drink instead.”
“That’s a good idea, I could use a drink,” Brielle said enthusiastically. “You’re my hero now,” she trilled happily and linked arms with the taller woman. “I could have been in trouble there if you hadn’t come along. I mean I knew this part of town had a bad reputation, but I just didn’t think anyone would try to mug me.”
“What are you doing in this part of town in the first place? You don’t exactly seem like you fit in around here,” Cheney asked. She had tuned out most of the incessant babble that came out of the girl’s mouth as the answer came in a torrent of inane reasons. One drink then she would send the spoilt brat on her way. She obviously had no idea how the working class lived and the more she talked, the more annoying she became.
“… Anyway, after that, I was delivering a package for a friend. It’s something special and had to be hand delivered. I guess I was lucky that I dropped it off before those men found me,” she stopped her rapid chatter to take a breath, realising her new friend was opening a door for her. “Oh sorry,” she giggled and went through the doorway into the dimly lit bar.
Standing next to the bar as Cheney took her seat, Brielle fumbled in her oversized tote bag for her wallet. Placing a hundred dollar note on the bar she said, “Order whatever you like. I’ll have whatever you’re having, but I need to go and find the bathroom first.” She pulled a face and hurried off toward the back where Cheney had helpfully pointed.
The bartender, a statuesque, muscled woman with long multi coloured hair named, Vix, made her way over after a few minutes. She jerked her head in the direction Brielle has gone. “Who’s your new friend?” she asked with the familiarity of an old friend.
“Lost lamb that wandered into the wrong part of town and found herself in trouble,” Cheney shrugged. “She owes me a drink for being a Good Samaritan, so I’ll have a Crown with a Corzo shooter. Wait. You better make that two and hope she’s not expecting a chardonnay to be waiting for her.”
Vix gave a derisive half laugh and grabbed the Crowns from the chiller. Opening the small bottles and placing a wedge of lime into the neck of each, she then set up the shooters. “She doesn’t look like any lost lamb I’ve ever seen. She looks like trouble to me.” Once again, she jerked her head in the direction of the bathrooms.
Cheney turned her head, and her breath caught as she saw what the bartender had meant. Brielle had removed her coat revealing a tight red leather dress that was so tight it may as well have been painted onto the lush figure it barely covered. The plunging neckline displayed at least a third of each well-rounded breast, and Cheney had to admit that she had been wrong when she had called her a lost lamb. This chick had been she-wolf in a lamb’s wool coat. Everything she knew about women who dressed like that sent alarm bells ringing through her mind. Still it had been some time since she had been on a wild ride, and a little trouble can make for a good time now and then. If this woman was even the slightest bit inclined, Cheney reckoned she might be worth the test drive.
Brielle took the barstool beside Cheney and downed the shooter in one noisy gulp. Grabbing the lime from the neck of the Crown beer, she bit into it, closing one eye as the bitter warming alcohol slid down her throat. “Tequila!” she said loudly in the rhythm of the song. “Nice! Set ‘em up again please,” she called to Vix and pushed the change from the hundred that had been left on the bar back towards her.
“Whatever you say, Trouble,” Vix gave a full, throaty laugh and reached for the bottle of Corzo.
“Delivering a package for your friend?” Cheney deflected Brielle’s attention away from Vix. She may as well check the story out while she was here. It seemed odd that the girl had been attacked right in front of the place she had been staking out.
“Oh, yeah, no big deal. I had already dropped it off before those guys grabbed me,” Brielle shrugged, seemly unconcerned. “I was lucky you happened to be there. It’s such a strange little laneway. Honestly, I was surprised anyone else was down there beside me.” She raised a questioning eyebrow at Cheney.
“Just a lucky coincidence I guess,” Cheney replied, revealing nothing about why she had been there. She’d been stalking that laneway for over six months trying to get something on Peter Hickman, a pawnbroker who was suspected of involvement in an organised crime syndicate. Up until this point, she had thought this woman was nothing more than a silly uptown girl in the wrong place at the wrong time, but now she wasn’t so sure.
“Well, here’s to lady luck,” Brielle giggled and downed the second shot with a large gulp.
They made small talk while sipping their beers. Cheney gave the cover story that she had spent the last six months setting up a dojo that specialised in self-defence for women. She offered a discounted rate for Brielle, who seemed to seriously consider the proposition. In her turn, Brielle confided that she was between jobs, but received a more than generous allowance from her trust fund set up by a grandfather who lived in Port Moresby and owned several mines and businesses there.
“That’s a dangerous part of the world,” Cheney said, surprise showing in her voice. She knew that some of the evidence trails they had been following had led them in that direction.
“Yeah, he’s what my mother liked to refer to as a hard man. I think it suits him up there, not so many laws and taxes to get in his way,” she giggled. “Every family has a black sheep and if he wasn’t stinkin’ rich we probably would’ve disowned him years ago.” Changing the subject, she looked around and said with a smirk, “This place is great, didn’t have you pegged as a lipstick bar kind of woman. My radar is usually pretty good for that kind of thing.” She reached out and placed a hand on Cheney’s leg. She seemed to purse her lips while licking her teeth making a small sucking noise that sounded oddly seductive.
“We don’t often see lipstick lesbians in here. People around here are a bit more real, not just satisfying a curiosity while waiting for Mr. Right to come along,” Cheney brushed Brielle’s hand from her leg. She tried to remain disinterested in anything further than the drink they had come here for, despite being on her second beer and third shot. In truth, the fact that the sexy goddess of a woman sitting beside her had offered more tempted her more than she wanted to admit. “I should probably be going, it’s one of my few nights off, so I have stuff to do,” she said, trying to take the sting out of her previous words. She needed to get out of this situation while she still had the willpower to say no to Brielle’s advances.
“Oh come on, have just one more drink with me. You’re my hero, and I just want to thank you properly,” Brielle put her hand over Cheney’s and stroked the skin lightly with her thumb. Cheney looked at her hand and then back at Brielle before letting her eyes travel down over the exposed cleavage. “Please, I will even come and then help you with the stuff you have to do if you like,” her voice was soft and almost wheedling.
Everything about this woman screamed trouble at her, yet it had been so long since she had indulged her needs because of her career. The last six months of living like a nun had made her unbelievably horny, and this chick was so very tempting. She heard the lyrics of a song that had been on the radio lately run through her head. “And baby trouble only makes for a good time, so all the red flags be a good sign.”
“Yeah, okay. One more and then I’ll have to go,” Cheney gave in half-heartedly. “You order, I’ll be back in a few.” She slid from the barstool and walked towards the bathroom shaking her head at how easy she was being. Still, as she looked back at Brielle she admitted, it could be a wild ride if she could just let herself go and enjoy the moment.
Cheney walked into a stall and pulled her phone out of her bra. “Won’t be there tonight, following a lead,” she typed and smiled. It was a stretch to imagine that this vapid young woman was a lead, but she had been outside the pawnbrokers when the muggers had attacked her. She admitted she was more than interested in getting to know her better and why she had been there in the first place. If she could have some fun along the way, all the better. It was a weak argument she was having with herself, but one she could live with she decided.
She waited for the reply as she sat in the cubicle. It was rare she had a night off that she didn’t check in with or meet one of the team she worked with for debriefing, but her excuse should hold them over until later tonight or the morning for that matter. The phone in her hand vibrated and she smiled as she read the response.
Brielle signalled Vix for more drinks and smiled to herself, she’d lucked out this time. She had been saved by a gorgeous woman who seemed more than interested in her. This day just couldn’t be any better. Who knew her plans would work out so well.
“Here you go Trouble,” Vix slid the beers across the bar to her and replaced the shot glasses with fresh ones.
“Trouble?” Brielle inquired, cocking her head.
“Lady, that dress screams trouble. Add to that the fact that my friend had to save you from being mugged earlier,” Vix shook her head. “I think I can tell when trouble walks into my bar and that you are probably more trouble than Cheney needs in her life,” Vix said with a tone that said she didn’t approve.
“Cheney looks like she can hold her own to me,” Brielle said as if insulted by the innuendo that she would cause trouble for Cheney.
“She can,” Vix agreed, “but why make life harder than it has to be.” She shrugged and went to serve another customer as Cheney came back from the bathroom.
Taking her seat, she picked up the shot and threw her head back, downing it quickly and chasing it with the crown. “What were we talking about?” Cheney asked.
“You were saying you don’t see too many girls like me who wear lipstick around this place,” Brielle said with a smirk. “Personally I like it that way. Natural beauty is very alluring,” her eyes raked over Cheney’s features. “I look like a troll without makeup. I just can’t pull off the natural look.”
“I find that very hard to believe, I am sure you wake up every morning looking exactly as you are now, not a hair out of place,” Cheney laughed.
“I wish, but if you’re interested in finding out, I don’t have plans tonight.” Once again, her hand strayed onto Cheney’s thigh, and her voice lowered to a sultry tone. “Maybe we could discuss it over dinner? We could go somewhere close by and get an intimate table for two perhaps?” She seemed to consider Cheney for a moment. “Or we could just go back to your place and fuck like bunnies,” she giggled as Cheney picked up her beer and chugged it, listening to the proposition.
“Okay,” she stated, abruptly putting her beer down heavily on the bar as if challenging Brielle to put up or shut up.
“A woman who knows what she wants. I like that,” Brielle moved closer until their faces were less than an inch apart. Placing her hand against her cheek and neck, she pulled Cheney closer still until their lips met. “Let’s go then,” she whispered and pressed her lips against the willing lips of the woman she planned to kiss all night or at least for the next few hours.
“I imagine you live close enough to walk?” she asked and took Cheney’s hand to lead her out of the bar. Smiling Cheney took the lead and headed down the street toward her small temporary apartment. She had walked less than half a block when Brielle grabbed her and pushed her into a small dark alcove between buildings. Pressing her body up against the other woman’s, she kissed her deeply. There was a heat and passion to it that Chaney hadn’t expected from the soft kiss in the bar. Her leg moved between Cheney’s thighs, and her hands worked their way down her back to her ass.
Her mind spun as Brielle’s insistent tongue wormed its way into her mouth and began a duel with her own. She wrapped her arms around the sexy woman pressed against her and let the feelings of lustful desire overcome her senses. Brielle broke the kiss and looked into Cheney’s eyes with a knowing smile and took her hand, once again pulling her from the alcove to continue the journey home.
They walked closely side by side to the apartment, their hands often straying to each other’s waists and asses as they bumped hips and separated again. The climb up two floors of stairs became excruciatingly long as they stopped after each of the four flights to kiss and rub up against each other with growing heat and anticipation.
As soon as Brielle entered the small apartment, she began taking off her clothes. Past the point of being shy with this woman, Cheney followed her lead and had barely taken her shirt off and unbuttoned her jeans when Brielle pushed her against the wall. Locked in a deep kiss, they pushed the jeans down her legs together. Brielle’s hands caressing the soft skin as Cheney's hands began their exploration of the naked woman holding her captive by their locked lips.
“I just knew you were the sensible underwear type,” Brielle murmured and brought her hand up to Cheney’s damp panties and rubbed at her soft lips through the cotton fabric. She probed deeper, pressing the cotton between the soft lips and smiled in satisfaction when she felt Cheney shudder against her as she found her already swelling clit. Removing her teasing fingers, she bit the soft lip of the mouth kissing her and began to push the panties down Cheney’s thighs.
Cheney shuddered again as Brielle thrust her tongue into her mouth as she simultaneously thrust two fingers into her pussy. She couldn’t believe how the sexy blonde stranger was making her feel. She had no inhibitions about the fact that Brielle’s hand was now covered with her juices, and she moaned into that deep kiss. The fingers kept working in and out of her as a thumb found her clit and began to rub at it with increasing pressure. She felt her knees buckle and her body quiver as she began to come from the sheer pleasure Brielle’s aggressive sexuality was giving her.
Brielle felt Cheney slump against her and withdrew her fingers, licking at them like the most delicious ice cream. She helped Cheney to the nearby couch and dispensed with her bra as she sat and lay back into the soft leather with a rosy afterglow colouring her face. Having enjoyed the taste from her fingers, Brielle began to kiss her way up Cheney’s legs to seek the source.
The tremors of her orgasm continued to run through her body as she watched the aggressive blonde running her hot tongue up her legs between soft, feather-like kisses. She was enjoying being passive for a change, and she felt her inner muscles contract in need as the feather light kisses and tongue touched the soft lips of her pussy. Brielle kept looking up at her through long mascara thick eyelashes with a smouldering glance that made her that much hotter.
Cheney relaxed back into the soft cushions of the couch and lifted her hands to her neglected breasts, letting her fingers trail lightly over the turgid pink buds that sat atop them like dainty berries. Her breath shortened once again as she felt the tongue and teeth of Brielle whip at her clit and fingers delved into her for a second time tonight. Her eyes widened as she felt more fingers trail down into the cleft of her ass cheeks and prod at the tiny puckering dark star there. “Oh god, she wouldn’t!” Cheney thought a second before she felt a small finger worm its way into her ass, giving her sensations she had never felt before. Working in tandem with the fingers already fucking her and the whipping of her clit, Cheney soon lost all focus.
It started from the core of her being and rushed out in a burst of tingling sensation and then crushed back into her again as if lightning jolted her. Her body was shuddering with spasm after spasm until her cries turned into hoarse whispers, and her breath became ragged and strained. When she finally opened her eyes again, she saw Brielle’s shiny face was resting on her thigh, breathing warm air over her sensitive clit with a sexy smile on her lips.
“Oh yeah, that was amazing,” Cheney said slowly with a satisfied purr to her voice. She pulled Brielle’s hand up to her face and breathed in her scent from the fingers, letting her tongue swipe at the long digits. Brielle followed her hand up and was rewarded with a strong embrace and Cheney taking her mouth in a long soft, passionate kiss.
They kissed for some time as Cheney regained all of her senses. She pressed her leg between the long, lithe legs of her lover who began to undulate, humping at her leg almost immediately. To her great pleasure, Cheney found the pussy humping her leg to be as wet as her own. She rolled Brielle over and began kissing her way down her body. She made a point to kiss and lick over her firm round breasts before gnawing softly at the nipples and sucking them deeply into the warm cavern of her mouth. She swapped between the two mounds of flesh, using her fingers to work on the other while she sucked at each swollen bud in turn.
Finally having her fill, she moved down, kissing over the flat stomach. She breathed in the scent of pussy mixed with the heady perfume of her body lotion, creating an intoxicating blend of sweetness. Brielle widened her thighs and bent her legs at the knees, making room for Cheney as she kissed down over her pubic bone to her inner thighs, teasing her all the more before getting to the final destination.
Cheney looked at Brielle’s pussy. It was beautiful, and she pushed on the thighs she had just been kissing, opening her pussy wider. The lips were perfectly shaped, and she watched avidly as Brielle’s pussy opened like a butterfly before her eyes. Soft wisps of blond hair made a perfect path to her clit. Her inner lips were very pink and the flesh seemed puffy with lust. She looked up to see that Brielle had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply. Cheney took a deep breath, enjoying the sight and smell before lowering her head to touch the sweetly swollen bud that was Brielle’s clit with her tongue. Brielle’s hips bucked as if begging for more, but Cheney held back slightly, enjoying the teasing that was turning her on as much as the woman she was about to make love to.
She ran her tongue slowly from clit to vagina, sliding it inside to savour the tantalising nectar there. Her fingers strummed over the clit until the soft whimpers became urgent cries to be fucked. “Please stick them in. I need to feel them in me!” she had panted again and again. Feeling Brielle arch up against her, Cheney lost all pretence of the tease and dove in using both her fingers and her mouth to bring the sexy blonde rapidly to boiling point. Her free hand strayed to the warm, soft flesh of her ass beneath the hot wet pussy she was plundering and, guided by what Brielle had done to her, she pushed her little finger into her tightest hole.
Brielle felt her body explode and grabbed Cheney’s head, mashing her pussy against it, riding her face into the blissful high she was experiencing. Her world became centred solely on the sensations that radiated from her pussy into her body as she arched and bucked wildly before throwing the other woman backwards when she could handle no more. She lay back breathing raggedly, barely aware of her surroundings as her whole body quivered and tingled in ecstasy.
Cheney slithered up Brielle’s body and rested her head on her breast, lapping at the nipple with her tongue as her lover recovered from an earth shattering orgasm. Content for the moment, she closed her eyes and let the effects of the alcohol and several orgasms lead her into a light doze as she snuggled close to Brielle.
Coming awake to the sound of her phone, Cheney rolled off the couch and crawled over to where her jeans lay crumpled against the wall. Her voice was thick with the residue of sleep as she answered. The voice on the other end was urgent. She became immediately awake and got up, walking into the bedroom where she wouldn’t be overheard.
“An explosion? Was he there?” she shook her head unbelievingly. “The one night I wasn’t watching. Oh God,” she groaned. “Yeah, I’m on my way, be there in ten.” It was a five-minute walk, but she had a naked girl in the next room to get rid of first.
She stepped into the bathroom and cleaned herself up quickly and put on new underwear. In the living room, she began putting on the clothes she had worn earlier. She picked up the red leather dress and tossed it to Brielle who had sat up and was watching her with a bemused expression.
“Who was that, the boyfriend?” she asked teasingly, “Will I have to climb out of the window now?”
“No, but you will have to go,” Cheney said with a laugh and indicated the dress that lay across her lap. She watched as Brielle wrapped that luscious body in red leather and briefly wished that she had the time to enjoy it again.
“It’s okay I have to get to the airport anyway. It’s a shame really; I could have kept you occupied all night rather than just a few hours. Still it was a far more enjoyable afternoon than I expected,” Brielle chattered as the preoccupied Cheney gathered her coat and led them from the apartment.
“I’d love to see you again if you’re in the neighbourhood,” Cheney said distractedly as she flagged down a passing taxi and bundled Brielle into it kissing her chastely. “I’ll call you,” she said almost automatically.
“Sure. Maybe you could save me again, or I could save you… again,” Brielle said with a wink, knowing that Cheney wasn’t listening to her because even as she spoke the tall brunette had turned and run towards the sirens she could hear close by.
Cheney slowed as she saw the blast area bathed in the flashing lights of police, fire and ambulance. She made her way through the debris towards the members of her team who had been working on the case. It was only as she got closer she saw the expressions on their faces. Relief that she was unharmed tinged with sadness she couldn’t place. She nodded at them and turned to the detective in charge, Hansen.
“I got here as soon as I could. Sorry, I wasn’t here to see what happened. Did Frankie see anything?” Cheney gushed her apologies.
“The dojo copped the force of the blast. Frankie’s been taken to the hospital for superficial cuts and bruises. She could possibly have a mild concussion. She was lucky she was in the back room at the time,” Hansen informed her abruptly. “Surveillance shows you assisted a woman in front of the store this afternoon,” he stated.
“Yeah she said she was dropping off a package before the two guys tried to mug her,” she said, alarm bells ringing in her head. “Fuck!” Cheney swore out loud as everything Brielle had said as they had left her apartment went back through her head, and she knew she was in trouble.
“You better get back to base and file a complete report, she could be anywhere by now,” Hansen gripped her shoulder, believing the horror on Cheney’s face was caused by the situation surrounding them. Her mind though was singing to her…