Colleen pulled her Mustang into a parking spot at the tennis club. In the rearview mirror she touched up her shoulder-length dark red hair with her matching dark red fingernails, put on some matching lipstick, clicked the cap back on, and swung her lovely tennis legs out of the car. She had been the ladies champion now for 3 years running. She was made for tennis, made for belonging to this club, for being champion of this club. In her late thirties, her 5'6 body was trim and fit. On the court, she wore tops that were tight, and skirts that were stretchy, almost never shorts: provocative, but controlled. In a way her tennis outfit was like a uniform, an invisible shield. The men liked to watch her play; she heard that in their locker room they waxed eloquent about her body, about the beauty of her breasts, about fucking her. They called her "creampuss".

Among the women she had a few social friends - she was basically very nice - but her tennis skill and her sexiness got under the skin of the catty women, the women who "did lunch". They would lower their voices as she passed them in the dining room, their Gucci and Versace handbags on the floor beside their chairs, their hair perfect. Even though Colleen didn't have Anna Kournikova's gorgeous flaxen tresses, these women still called her "bitchikova". For her part, she called them the "dry cunts", equally vicious, but more accurate. It didn't bother her much; catty girls had been saying things like that since she was sixteen. The only thing that bothered her, completely privately, was the word "cunt", a word she never felt comfortable uttering aloud. All the more appropriate then, for these witches.

She liked to play on Friday afternoons; the place was usually deserted. She smiled at her reflection in the front door of the club: slim, muscular legs, black leather skirt, and a tight black stretch top. In this reflection she couldn't make out her nipples, but she knew they were just visible; her bra was almost sheer, a C-cup, and allowed her breasts to bounce as she walked. She felt good.

Inside she smiled and waved at homely Kelly, the receptionist, a sweet girl in her early twenties, who liked Colleen because Colleen always asked about her family in Saskatchewan. On the opposite side of the desk, talking to Kelly, was a tall woman, blonde, strikingly dressed in a shimmering electric blue suit, with red nails. Another one of the "dry cunts", Colleen thought to herself, but she hadn't seen this one before.

Colleen walked swiftly past the pro's office. Ted, a bronzed mid-40s athletic guy, was always checking out Colleen's legs and ass and tits, trying to get into Colleen's pants, even though he had a wife. He was "a player", as the girls called him in their locker room - not a tennis player, that is, but one who "played around". She waved at him and flashed a sexy smile. Even though she always spurned him, she liked the effect she had. "Bitchikova": in a few small ways, she did earn the title.

The reality was that sex - and men - interested her only from time to time. Even her fantasy life came and went. She did keep a couple of movies in her bottom drawer, mainly of men stroking their cocks and cumming; her favorite thing was to see cum shooting from the end of a hard, thick cock; she had a thing about men masturbating. And she had a couple of toys - vibes, special panties with beads that rubbed her clit, but she hadn't touched them in about a month. The best way to describe her life right now was "contained": contained within the tennis club, some volunteering, her son and daughter away for the winter at ski school - they were both incredible skiers - and her ex-husband sending cheques from California where he lived alone now, too. She shivered away the memory, and smiled at her luck: she had been losing interest in him anyway. Men were lusting after her all the time. She caught them looking. She made them look. But that was as much of a thrill as she had the motivation for these days.

Once in the locker room, she quickly changed. Tight cotton top, sports bra, and tight wraparound skirt that sometimes flipped up when she moved from side to side on the court, showing glimpses of lace panties instead of the functional cotton panties people expected. Naughty, but contained. She knew that when she played her nipples got hard, just like Venus Williams. But Venus and Serena were both such big girls. Amazons. She shuddered at the thought, and walked into the winter bubble they used in the bad weather.

"Colleen!" Ted's voice came across the bubble.

"Fuck," she thought, not bothering to turn around.

"Debbie can't come today. She just called."

Double fuck. She just waved at Ted, took her balls and went over to the backboard. She was in a pissy mood. She drove the ball, over and over, the THWACK of the backboard echoing in the bubble.

"Sorry."

Colleen heard the voice and stopped, realizing someone had been talking to her for a while as she had been thumping the ball into the backboard. It was Ted again, and the woman she had seen talking to Kelly when she arrived. The tall blonde "dry cunt." Now decked out in tennis gear. Not just tennis gear: Ralph Lauren tennis gear. Colleen smiled politely.

"Colleen, let me introduce you to Katrina Matthews. A new member at the club. She's quite a good player. Used to be a state champion, back east."

The tall blonde woman looked down at Colleen slowly, with a slight smile that Colleen thought was probably friendly, then looked down over at Ted. Colleen could tell he was sizing the new woman up. In her Ralph Lauren tennis jumper, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and her tanned, muscular legs, she would fuel Ted's fantasies for hours. Another conquest. Katrina gave him a withering look. "Please Ted, don't say things like that. That was a long time ago."

Ted smiled back, aware of embarrassing the woman. "Colleen is the ladies' champion," he said to Katrina.

Katrina raised her eyebrows - her well-plucked eyebrows - above incredibly blue eyes, so blue Colleen thought she must be wearing tinted contacts. "Oh really? Well you're probably too good for me."

"No, let's hit. My match bailed." Colleen extended her hand, much smaller than the other woman's. She noticed the bright red nail polish again. Harsh. "Welcome to the club." In a spirit of conspiracy, Colleen and Katrina turned to their respective ends of the court, both ignoring Ted. This woman, like Colleen, obviously was used to keeping assholes like Ted at bay.

They hit for a while. Then they played. The other woman actually was good. Competent, understated, and confident. Intense. Only real competitors possessed that kind of intensity. But obviously out of practice. Or some other problem, maybe an old injury. Colleen broke her four times, easily enough to win 6-2, 6-2.

Afterward, standing beside the net, Colleen tried to assess whether she wanted to play this woman again.

"The ladies champion, huh?" The tall woman's voice was lower than her own. "I can see why. Did you ever play in the east? I would probably know you if you did. I just moved here." The tall woman gave a shiver. "So good to be out of that world."

Colleen looked up at her, angling her head. This was one of her looks she used on men, practiced so many times that it was unconscious: the angled, slightly puzzled, slightly modest look, used for responding to a compliment. She scratched her thigh with her nails, dark red nails, vividly contrasting her pale skin - another unconscious act. The tall woman just stood there looking down at her, saying nothing, then Colleen realized she was awaiting a response. She broke out of her daze. "Thanks! I'm just lucky to be in a club that doesn't have too many competitive players, I guess."

The tall woman raised her eyebrows quickly, then slipped her racquet in its cover. "Oh really? I consider myself pretty competitive. We'll have to play again." She pushed a wisp of her blonde hair behind her ear and picked her watch out of her bag. "Fuck. I have to run. I have a bit of a date. Sorry about that." In ten seconds she was gone.

Colleen gathered her racquets and balls and walked to the locker room. She threw her stuff in the bottom of the wooden locker, not bothering to lock it, wrapped a towel around herself and walked to the shower. She hung the towel on the outer privacy door. Soaped herself up, around her breasts, lifting them, pinching them slightly, feeling a little something but not pursuing it. Soaped her mound of wispy dark hair, her fingers along her slit, washing away the sweat. Again, feeling a twinge of distant pleasure, but not pursuing it. She turned off the shower, and towelled herself dry.

Then she heard it. A barrage of the foulest language she had ever heard from a woman's mouth. With pauses, like the woman was on the telephone. She must be on the telephone. A cell phone. Cell phones weren't allowed in the club, it was that snooty. Colleen tiptoed along the rows of lockers toward her own, listening.

"You fucking bitch. You lazy, cunt-licking inconsiderate bitch. What do you mean you're sorry? We were supposed to meet at 6 and you tell me you have to work? This date has been in the book for a week! I bet he's fucking you, isn't he?" [pause] "oh yeah right, he has a big case and just has to have you stay behind. On a Friday night? And I bet you're wearing those clothes I told you to wear? Right?" [pause] "yeah right, no wonder he wants you to stay and fuck. Dressed like that. A fucking slut. That's all you are. Filthy whore."

By now Colleen was shaking. Whoever it was, this woman was talking to another woman. God how awful. She moved quietly, very quietly, closer to her locker. She stood on her towel and reached into her locker for her bra. But the barrage continued.

"I bet you're wet right now just thinking of him fucking you, dressed like that all day, probably flashing him, watching to see if he has a hard on." [pause] "Oh reaaaaallllly? It's me you're wet for? You needy, aching slut. You really can't control that wet cunt of yours, can you?"

Colleen was stunned. She stared into the darkness of her locker, wide-eyed, not moving keeping as quiet as possible. Why didn't the girl on the other end just hang up?! She looked at her hand touching the door of her locker and realized it was shaking. The woman's voice got closer, and louder. It was almost at the end of her row of lockers. Then it was there, right there: the woman just reached the end of the row of lockers and turned swiftly, still screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was her. Katrina Matthews. All decked out in that stunning shimmering electric blue suit, shouting into her cell phone, oblivious to the rest of the world. She turned swiftly on her heel without even looking down toward Colleen.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh right! you'll make it up to me? You think I want to fuck you after you've had that slutcunt of yours fucked by some messy man?" [pause] "No, there's nothing you can do to make it up to me. Unless you slide two fingers in your cunt and let me hear how wet you are. Then I might reconsider. Come on, let me hear it." [pause] "Of course, I'm serious. Yes, at your desk. Now." [longer pause] "Yes, I heard it. You are such a slut, aren't you. But you know what, baby? There's more sluts out there than you think. So I just might find myself another cute girl if you don't have time to see me!" [pause] "No!! Don't call me tonight when you're done! I don't want to be disturbed! I'm making other plans. You know what I'm like. I have needs!"

Colleen just stood stock still, stunned, as the voice got closer and then further away as Katrina Matthews stalked up and down the rows of lockers, obviously unaware that anyone else was around. Colleen's entire body was flushed with shock and embarrassment. Shit, she thought. What kind of a girl would put up with that crap?

"No, honey, we'll just have to see. Besides, ours was never a forever thing anyway, was it? Call me tomorrow." Then some silence, the snap of a cell phone closing. Then the sound of heels thudding on the thin carpet. Clothes rustling. Colleen's entirely body flushed, still naked, grasping her bra, standing on her towel, holding her breath.

She turned and looked at the end of her row of lockers. There she was, Katrina, standing with her legs slightly apart, her one hand on the strap of her leather purse, her face flushed, still breathing hard from her torrent of words. Colleen blushed deeply at her, realizing Katrina probably thought no one was around to listen to that spew of words.

Katrina tossed her head. Gave a chuckle. Took a step closer, then another, slowly. "So you heard all that, huh? Sorry honey."

Colleen quickly began to put her bra on, very nervous, and fumbled with the clasp. "Very hard not to, actually." She smiled weakly as she turned her back to the tall woman, feeling exposed. She cursed her fumbling fingers, hearing the rustle of the other woman's clothes as she approached slowly. "But don't worry. I am the last person in the world to gossip." She still couldn't get the clasp to fasten. "Damn."

She felt the other woman's fingers touching on her own where they were trying to fasten the bra strap.

"Having trouble? Here..."

"Thanks." Colleen let the other woman take the two ends of her bra strap, and waited for her to do them up, blushing deeply at her clumsiness, dizzily uncomfortable. She closed her hands into a fist to control her shaking.

"Oh I'm not worried, Colleen, honestly. I'm way past that. And I couldn't give a shit about gossip." Colleen felt her bra, instead of being done up, being lifted slowly and carefully from her shoulders. "On the other hand, you seem embarrassed, Colleen. Did I embarrass you?" She felt the fingers brush her shoulder straps off her shoulders, then caught the bra as it fell off, around her tummy, her breasts bare, her back to the tall woman.

Shit. What now? How would she get out of this?

"Well I guess it is embarrassing, that kind of talk." Colleen breathed deeply, deciding she had to be completely clear and emphatic, make her point about not being interested. She turned, and looked up at Katrina Matthews seriously, solemnly. "Listen. I'm sorry I listened to your conversation. Really! But- " and here she angled her head again - "but... anyway... I'm not that way. Maybe you could give me some space." She smiled disarmingly, wanting to be nice as she rejected the other woman. She had never been interested in women. Katrina must be wearing tinted contacts, that's the only way her eyes could be that blue.

Why for the life of her was she noticing her eyes now?

Within the space of a single breath everything became slow motion. The tall woman lifted her hand to Colleen's shoulder, then slid it up her neck slowly. Colleen had never felt so uncomfortable, so embarrassed in her life. She felt the other woman's breath on her face as she spoke. The tall woman's breath smelled of mint, and, strangely, of poppies. Colleen couldn't figure out why at this very second she would think of the scent of poppies, but that's what the woman's breath smelled like. Maybe because it was like a drug. Katrina spoke. "Not that way, Colleen?" The taller woman took Colleen's small hand in her larger, slender one, and guided it to the nest of wispy hair between Colleen's legs. "Then why are you so wet, Colleen?" She was, she didn't know it, but she could smell it. Her face turned crimson. In one motion Colleen felt her fingers guided into her pussy lips, and heard herself whimper aloud, almost scream, with a high-pitched intake of breath, at the sudden invasion. She jerked her hips back. She needed someone to save her. The fingers at her pussy, her own fingers, forced there by the other woman's, dipped into her quivering pussy lips. They were soaked. God how terrible. She groaned. She had to stop herself. It must be the fright, the shock.

"No! Please!" When she tried to wrench herself away the taller woman slammed her body against Colleen, pushing her back against the locker next to her own. Colleen had tears in her eyes, she couldn't believe it. She was quaking, quivering, frightened. Worst of all, her pussy was so wet. God how awful. She had never felt such shame! The hand of the other woman at her neck then pulled her face forward, crushing her lips with a hard, bruising kiss. She had never felt a woman's kiss before, not a hard, hungry sexual one. Their teeth clacked together. She could hardly breathe. She felt faint. She was miserable, she was humiliated, she was out of control, she could feel her body shaking, her heart pounding. Only when she began to cum did she realize she was fingering herself without Katrina's fingers there; it was simply her own fingers pushing into her pussy. She was doing it to herself. She couldn't stop. Her orgasm exploded as Katrina's lips came away from her own, grunting loudly in rhythm to her own hard spasms. Low, hoarse grunts, like an animal. She didn't know how her free arm became wrapped around Katrina's neck, but as her orgasm swept over her she found herself hanging desperately there, her fingers unable to stop their intense fucking of her own pussy. When she couldn't stop her spasms she sobbed, her body wracked with tremors, just sobbing and sobbing, not bothering to try and stop her own fingers on her clit and diving into her pussy, tears streaming down her face, jerking and hanging on for dear life to the taller blonde woman.

She didn't know what to do, she didn't know how she could be doing this. Shit what was happening? She sobbed, and felt the tremors still shaking her body. She crumpled. Felt her body sliding down the other woman's, her back against the wooden locker behind her, till her ass was on the carpet floor, her legs spread on either side of Katrina's black patent pumps, the scent of her own cum-soaked pussy rising up. She couldn't stop sobbing. A dam had burst. Tears streaming down her face, falling on her breasts as she hung her head, uncontrollable. What had just happened? She screwed up her eyes, closed tight, hoping it was all a bad dream.

Then she felt something at her pussy lips, and looked down. The toe of Katrina's shoe was there, the rounded point carefully sliding up and down her labia, slipping into her parted, swollen, soaking lips. She couldn't believe it. She sobbed some more.

"Take my shoe off."

Trembling through her tears and her humiliation, she reached down, felt down the stocking covered ankle, and slipped the shoe off the taller woman's foot, which immediately started stroking her wet clit. Colleen shuddered and whimpered. "Oh please... please don't. Oh god oh god oh god please don't oh please yes oh god god yesssssss!!!!!!"

She grabbed Katrina's foot and mashed it against her pussy, grabbed it very hard and tight and pressed it against her clit, humping it hard. She came very fast. Hard and fast. Groaning, trembling, shaking. She sobbed and threw her head back, feeling the tall woman's toe just playing with her slit now, away from her sensitive clit. Colleen's hands were still on Katrina's ankle, then slid down to her toes, and felt how wet they were through her stocking. She spoke but all that came out were the hoarsest whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." Colleen's fingers wiped ineffectually at the tall woman's toes, as if she was trying to clean them. she whimpered again when she looked down at herself sitting on her wet towel, her bare breasts, nipples pointed, her swollen pussy lips wet and pink and glistening, and the other woman completely dressed.

Katrina's wet toes slid up her tummy, up between her breasts, under her neck to her chin. "You have to use your mouth, silly girl, not your fingers."

Stifling a sob, Colleen opened her mouth and closed her eyes, taking the woman's soft toes between her lips, feeling the texture of the hose, sucking them, licking them, tasting her own juices on the elegant toes. She had no control, the tears were still falling. She tasted salt. She realized her tears were falling on Katrina's foot, which made it impossible to clean them properly. She hung her head and sobbed more. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. Then she stopped, saying nothing, not knowing what to say. Completely humiliated.

If Katrina hadn't spoken, Colleen would have stayed there all night.

"You're in no state to drive. Stand up. Give me your clothes."

Colleen stood, shaking, still naked, and looked at the tall blonde woman, elegant and intense. She handed Katrina her bra and just held in her hands, catatonic. "This?"

"Of course. I said your clothes." She took the bra and stuffed it in her bag. Then Colleen's panties. Then her tight black top. Then the tight leather skirt. As Katrina took the skirt from Colleen she smiled and studied it, lifting Colleen's chin with her fingers, her nails lightly grazing Colleen's throat. "As soon as I saw you in this skirt, I knew you had potential." Colleen felt the tiniest surge of warmth as she heard Katrina talk about her potential. Then the skirt was gone into the bag. "Now... " Katrina picked up the tight stretch top and wraparound skirt Colleen had played tennis in. "Put these back on."

Colleen looked up, questioning. "But my bra... my panties... everything will..." Her face coloured deeply. "everything will show."

"Put them on." As if she hadn't heard Colleen at all. Colleen burned with shame when she finished putting them on, seeing her hard nipples easily through the tight material, and smelling the scent of her pussy. She laced up her tennis shoes.

"You look so cute. And so hot. You like to look hot, don't you?"

Colleen looked up, not wanting to answer. Katrina knew. Colleen nodded.

"We'll go now. I came here by taxi. Give me your car keys. I'll drive. You'll wrap us around a tree, the state you're in. We'll go out this door so no one will see you. I'm not quite ready for people to see you like this."

They went out the door into the cool air. The car was about a hundred yards away. Despite the cold that was making her nipples tighten even more, her body was burning, but she just wasn't sure what it was burning with. She had no idea, no control, she was so confused. She had no will.

"Open my door for me." The tall woman stood by the driver side and waited as Colleen opened the door. She hoped no one was watching. She did it as quickly as she could. Then went to the passenger door. It was locked. She tapped on the window, and looked around nervously. She hugged her arms over her breasts, then heard the click of the lock.

"Oh god thank you," she stammered as she closed the door. She sank down in the passenger seat, and looked straight out the windshield, stunned, her vision emptying into the darkness of the night. The thoughts of the telephone conversation she had overheard, the foul language, the shouting and swearing ran through her mind. She gulped. She couldn't bear her own thoughts. Her fears. "What are you going to do with me?"

Katrina leaned back and smiled at Colleen. "You have no idea, do you?"

Colleen shook her head meekly. Katrina started the car, backed up and drove slowly out the gates of the club.

They drove in silence for a while.

"Please tell me what you are going to do with me?" Colleen said again, grateful for the warmth now blowing on her legs. She couldn't eradicate the burning in her crotch.

Katrina glanced over at her several times, as lingeringly as she could while driving. "Lift your skirt. I want to see your cunt."

That word. Colleen put her fingers at the hem of her skirt and just played with it, dizzy. Hesitating. She pushed herself down a bit on the seat, lifting her short tennis skirt up above her pussy, her mound a patch of darkness in the glow of the dashboard light. The headlights lit up branches of trees, leafless and stark, like dried arteries and capillaries, Colleen thought.

Finally they stopped at a condo development on the lake. Katrina parked in the visitors parking right in front of the entrance. Then she turned the car off, and twisted her body slightly to face Colleen.

She passed the keys to Colleen, the smaller woman taking them in her smaller hand. Her skirt was still up over her pussy.

Colleen was incapable of thought. "What? What is it?" Then she was gripped with an entirely different fear. Oh God. She was suddenly afraid she would never see Katrina again. She opened her legs wider, pushing her mound up in a lewd movement.

Katrina looked down. She reached across and touched Colleen's thigh with her fingernails. Colleen exhaled hoarsely, and whimpered. She pushed her pussy toward the slender fingers. "Look at you," Katrina said. "Look at you pushing your aching cunt at me. You've never fucked a woman before, have you, Colleen?"

Colleen shook her head and whispered hoarsely. "No."

"Your life has changed, hasn't it?"

Colleen nodded. "Yes." She sobbed silently. Her life had been a pretty path, and now she was stepping on mines.

Katrina removed her hand, and Colleen felt a stab of disappointment like a hot nail in her heart. "I am going to get out of the car. So you can go back, drive home. To whatever it is you have. To your tennis club. Your safe inner suburbia where your secret self is so neatly trimmed and watered. And I promise you, I won't bother you again." Those incredible blue eyes looked into Colleen's hazel ones. Colleen was swimming somewhere, in a whirlpool going around and around, and every time she went around she glimpsed a branch up above that she could grab onto and pull herself up. But the whirlpool was so powerful. Katrina got out and closed the door. Colleen watched her walk away steadily, silhouetted by the lights around the entry. Above the tall woman, the windows of so many condominium lives were also lit up, curtained, or open, or dark. She started crying uncontrollably. Where were all these tears coming from!? She never cried.

It took her about three seconds to catch up to Katrina. She ran, not even bothering to close the car door. She still couldn't speak, just grabbed Katrina by the arm and held her. She tried not to sob, her breath catching, her chest heaving. An older couple came out of the entry way. Katrina turned and put her arms around the shaking woman, and the older couple looked away pained, sympathetic to some imagined grief. They passed.

"Go and lock your door. I'll wait. Kiss me first."

Not believing what she was doing, she slid her arms around the taller woman's neck and kissed her on the mouth hard and hungrily, her lips moving over and around the other woman's soft lips like a warm waterfall. She felt her breasts press against Katrina's chest. An electric feeling. And relief, the deepest flood of relief.

She went back to the car, closed the door, and the two of them went up in the elevator. As they went up, Katrina stretched out her fingers and scratched Colleen's nipples, watching them harden through her tight tennis shirt. She whimpered, and Katrina smiled.

When the door closed to Katrina's condo, it sounded so final. So different. As if she had slipped through a border into a forbidden country. Katrina put her bag down on the floor, and then walked along the hallway into an elegant and spacious living room and dining room. Colleen followed her in silence. The view was of the lake, and darkness beyond which in the daylight would be hills. Colleen suddenly felt very shy. She had a moment of panic when she thought about the events of the past couple of hours, then the panic passed.

Katrina opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She passed one to Colleen. "From now on, you open the wine, please, or ask me if I want something. Sometimes, if I'm feeling like spoiling you, I will do it, but you should never expect it."

Colleen took the wine, her mind full of wonder. What would it mean, 'spoiling her'? She stifled the thrill she felt. "Yes, I understand. Thank you."

Katrina looked at her coolly. Studying her face. "Tell me, Colleen, how does your cunt feel?"

Colleen blushed. It was the word "cunt." She tried to answer as well as she could. She thought hard. It came out so stilted. Like she was doing a self-diagnosis for a doctor. "It feels warm. Satisfied. Puffy. I've never felt anything like that. Ever." She blushed more deeply than she thought she had ever blushed.

"Bend over, Colleen, and hold your ankles with your hands."

She looked up, shocked, pained to see the disapproval in Katrina's face. "But I have nothing on underneath." Then she realized how stupid it was to say that. She bent, wondering what was going to happen next.

"You don't use the word cunt, do you, Colleen?"

Colleen shook her head.

"From now on, you will." Colleen listened, but was not prepared for what came next. Afterward she thought she probably heard the sound first, the loud smack, before she registered the pain. Katrina had lifted her hand and smacked her buttock very hard. Colleen squealed in pain, and just barely had the good sense not to get up. Instead she held her ankles more tightly, her outrage replaced by a desire to prove herself, to endure whatever it was Katrina had planned. Then another smack. And another. And another. The pain was sharp, followed by the heat. She started crying. Yet still she wouldn't wither. Then she was shocked to feel fingers in her pussy. She became aware of the incredible warmth now in her ass and her pussy. The fingers opening her up. She groaned. "Oh yesss. Please Katrina, please yessssss." The fingers explored inside her, touching her in places no one had ever touched her before. She pushed back against the intimate fingers. Massaging her inside. She felt like she had to pee, then the sensation passed. She grunted. That loud, animal grunt. She had never made that sound.

Katrina stopped. "Don't move. Now tell me how your cunt feels."

Gasping, Colleen said, "It is exploding. Burning. Oh please. Don't stop."

Smack! Colleen jolted forward, but managed to stay standing. Then another smack.

"How does your cunt feel, Colleen? Your cunt!?" Then she felt the fingers again, sliding along her pussy lips, and she moaned, pushing back.

She was racing through her mind trying to find the answer Katrina was looking for. "Oh god. Please. My cunt is so hot. Please. My cunt. My cunt. Please fuck my cunt. Fuck my hot cunt. Please. My cunt needs to be fucked. My cunt is screaming. Please! My cunt!"

In seconds, Katrina's fingers were diving deep inside Colleen's cunt, driving and lunging deep, her thumb dragging over Colleen's clitoris as she did so. The peeing sensation came and went, then she felt it. The shattering. The exploding. A volcano erupting. A hurricane inside. A roman candle spraying its fountain of fire out the top of her head. She blacked out.

She came to on the floor, her head in Katrina's lap, the soft slender fingers of the taller woman stroking her cheek, the fingers of her other hand stroking the soft downy hair of her cunt. Yes, her cunt, she remembered.

She looked up, frightened. "Am I all right?" she asked meekly. She was completely naked now.

"Oh yes, baby, very all right. Does that happen to you very often?"

"What?"

"Passing out. The petite mort, as they call it."

Colleen shook her head. "Never."

"Can you get up now?"

Colleen smiled weakly and pulled herself to her feet, still a little wobbly.

* * *

"You will call me Miss from now on, Colleen. Try it."

"Yes Miss." Not only did it sound right, it made her feel warm. She smiled slightly, sheepishly.

Katrina had made her sit in the stiff mahogany dining room chair. Colleen felt like a school girl, sitting there naked, her feet together, her hands folded on her knees, her breasts lifting and rising, nipples hard, as they talked in low tones and sipped wine. She stole glances at the tall, blonde woman with the red nails from time to time, almost feeling it was some kind of violation to study her openly. The place was immaculately furnished. Colleen knew enough from her own life to recognize quality.

"You have been dead inside for a while, haven't you, Colleen? Dead in your heart."

Colleen looked at her hands on her knees. "Yes Miss. I didn't know it, but I was."

"And you thought your life was just about perfect."

Colleen nodded. "Yes, Miss, I think I did."

She sipped her wine, her thoughts a torrent, as if an entire winter's snowfield of responses and emotions had suddenly thawed. Her breathing was the loudest sound in the room. There were a few lights visible through the dark on the opposite side of the lake.

"I never cry. I don't know what got into me tonight. I'm sorry."

"You must have been saving them up for a long time, those tears. You are allowed to let them out, in fact I want to see them for now."

Given permission, Colleen started crying, just quiet, intense weeping, her tears falling off her chin onto her breasts and down her tummy. Katrina watched, smiling, and sipped her wine.

"Thank you," Colleen said. She didn't know relief could be so intense.

"You are lovely, Colleen. Very pretty. Very fuckable."

Colleen blushed and smiled. "Thank you." It came out so easily, she was so grateful for the compliment, wanting to be pleasing.

"Open your legs."

"Yes Miss."

Colleen opened her legs wide, looking at Katrina for approval, hoping she was doing it right. She felt daring. "Can you see my cunt all right?" She blushed with pride, using the word, hoping it was the right thing.

The phone rang. Colleen looked at the phone, then at the clock. It was 11 p.m..

Katrina spoke. "Answer it for me, please."

Colleen got up and walked over to the receiver, summoning as much grace and balance as she could, knowing - no, hoping - Katrina's eyes were on her. "Hello?"

"Oh," the female voice on the other end said. Then silence. "Katrina?" A shaky voice. "Is Katrina there?"

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Who is calling? Oh fuck!" Then more silence, and some sniffling. "Just tell her it's Paula, please."

"Just a minute."

Colleen covered the receiver with her hand to speak to Katrina, but Katrina had moved. Colleen was startled to feel Katrina's hand removing her hand from the mouthpiece, then placing the phone back at Colleen's ear and mouth. Colleen knew the woman on the other end could hear her ragged breathing. She felt Katrina's foot pushing her feet apart from behind. Not understanding, she spread her legs, unable to restrain a whimper into the phone mouthpiece. Then another whimper as she felt fingers along her pussy, parting them, slowly moving inside. Long slender fingers. She uttered a long moan, into the mouthpiece again as Katrina held it to her mouth.

Somewhere in the distance, some remote distance, she heard the female on the other end. "what is going on? oh fuck! how can she be such a bitch?!" But Colleen was starting to tremble. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter as she bent over to allow Katrina better access to her cunt. It was so sensitive, her clit was so sensitive, but it had recovered just enough to allow this touching. Katrina then took the phone from Colleen's hands and put it on the counter, mouthpiece up, just below Colleen's face. Colleen was whimpering constantly now, spreading her legs. Then she felt the fingers up the crack of her ass. She bit her lip. She was afraid, never having been touched there. Her ass was soaking wet from her own juices. She felt the fingers pressing. So wet, teasing her ass, pressing firmly, not too hard, the fingers of Katrina's other hand inside her cunt. Colleen was groaning loudly now, grunting, feral. She wanted it, wanted it badly. She pushed back against Katrina's finger, and squealed as she felt it enter her ass. So new, so strange. The fingers of Katrina's other hand were fucking her pussy now, rubbing up over her clit. But it was the finger in her ass that was driving her wild now. She pumped against it, feeling some burning.

She could barely stand it, she screamed and grunted at the same time. Her orgasm rolled over her like she had been bombed, splitting her insides apart. It wouldn't stop, even after Katrina had removed her fingers. She uttered no words this time, just grunts and squeals and groans. Until she finally subsided.

"Oh god. I forgot." She looked down at the phone. Sounds were coming from it, distant sort of chirping sounds that barely resembled human speech.

Katrina picked it up and replaced it on the cradle. She smiled. "Paula. She was just a toy. A hopeless girl. Don't give her another thought." Colleen could only imagine the horror on the other end.

"I need to go to the bathroom." Colleen straightened herself up. There was no part of her body now not open to this woman. How had this happened?

Katrina smiled and seemed to ignore Colleen's request. "You really are so pretty, and you cum so hard. I don't ever remember a girl who came harder."

Colleen blushed and smiled.

"Remember when you were a child: did you go on long car trips?" Katrina asked, still ignoring Colleen's need to go to the bathroom.

Colleen smiled and nodded, remembering long trips over the Rockies, over the Prairies, to visit cousins in various parts of Canada. "Yes."

"Remember how your father wanted to get there fast, and it pissed your mother off that he wouldn't stop?"

It was like Katrina had reached into her own childhood. Colleen saw the wheat fields rolling by as her father sped across the prairie.

"And how he told your mother to get the bottle out if the kids needed to pee? And how it was the last thing you wanted to do? You would wait for a week if you had to, as long as you didn't have to pee in the bottle?"

Colleen nodded, still smiling, almost laughing. Maybe a lot of families were like that.

"Well in the cupboard next to the sink there are some empty jars. Bring one of them and come and sit back down."

Colleen blushed and gulped when she realized where this was headed. She couldn't quite believe it. She chose a jar, a tall one, that must have held jam at one point, and brought it back to her chair. She sat primly, her hands holding the jar on her knee as she looked at Katrina. Maybe if she didn't mention anything, Katrina would think she didn't need to pee any more. But she was desperate. She couldn't imagine anything more humiliating.

"Move forward to the edge of the chair, spread your legs wide. I don't want any on the chair cushion or the floor."

Colleen blushed. She moved forward, but she was so shy now. "I... I don't think I can. Not here, like this."

Katrina said nothing, but looked back sternly, and got up. She lifted the lid on an antique box and pulled out an object with a thick handle on it, with strands hanging down like thick hair. She returned to where Colleen was sitting, and lifted the strands over Colleen's head, then let them drape across her shoulders. The strands were so soft. Leather. Soft leather. She shivered. Then Katrina lifted it again. The strands fell a little more firmly. A slight sting. Then another, slightly harder. "You've never felt a flogger before have you, Colleen?"

Understanding dawned on her. "No Miss."

"You thought my hand stung. But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes, Miss. Both. It stung and I liked it."

"The flogger is more intense, harder. But I don't think you're ready for it. Or are you?"

Colleen shook her head, and shuddered. "I don't know, Miss."

"Then pee, Colleen."

Colleen pushed herself forward, fearful of the flogger, and pushed hard on her bladder. A few drops trickled out, then some more, then the full release started, and she felt such relief. It was so good. She finished, the jar was warm in her fingers. "Can I wipe myself, Miss?"

Katrina passed her a tissue. "Now go ahead and flush it down the toilet. First door on the right down the hall."

Her face was scarlet, but it was now as if her humiliation existed in a different part of her. She imagined nurses and orderlies got this blasé about bodily functions.

When she returned, Katrina was standing in the middle of the living room. Her electric blue suit only made her blue eyes deeper. Her cheeks were flushed. Colleen had finally got her breath back a little. Her cunt - yes, her cunt - felt hot, and still swollen. Very used. She had never cum so often or so hard in her life.

"Come closer, my pretty slut." The word was like a slap in the face, but it was a slap she bore proudly. Like a badge of honour. Colleen approached the tall blonde woman, stopping in front of her. She inhaled the lovely perfume, and looked at her skin, smooth and creamy. They must be about the same age. She felt Katrina take her hand. She felt her fingers move under the hem of Katrina's skirt. Yes, she wanted to. She wanted it badly, to touch this other woman.

"You've never touched another woman, have you, Colleen?"

She could hardly breathe, she was so excited. More than anything, she wanted to make Katrina feel the way she had felt. "No Miss. Never."

Then she felt her. She groaned louder than Katrina. The warm, wet lips of her pussy. God. She went weak in the knees. She was hungry for this. Starved. She pushed her fingers harder along the taller woman's slit, it felt so wonderful, so creamy, so smooth. Katrina groaned and smiled, then brought their fingers out together, lifting them to Colleen's face.

"Taste me." Colleen licked her fingers, tasting Katrina's juices on them. She licked them thoroughly, completely clean.

"Tell me what you want to do, Colleen. What you want to do to my body."

She blushed. "I want to make you feel wonderful. I want to taste your cunt, lick your nipples, I want to touch every part of you, completely arouse you and make you cum hard. I want to fuck you however you want to be fucked."

"You can start by undressing me."

Colleen ran her fingers over the lapel of Katrina's jacket, touching the satin camisole underneath. Everything about her was exquisite. Her fingers nervously undid the buttons on the jacket, then pushed it off her shoulders. Under the jacket, Katrina's breasts were poking against the fabric of the camisole, the nipples dark under the satin. Her breasts were smaller than Colleen's, the nipples pointed and hard. She ran the pads of her fingers over them. She was dizzy with excitement. "Do you like that, Miss?"

She leaned up on tiptoe and kissed Katrina's mouth softly, silkily. Her bare nipples grazed the satin of Katrina's camisole.

"MMMMmmm yes, Colleen. I have sensitive nipples."

Colleen then stepped back, and reached around to undo the zipper at the back of Katrina's skirt. She pushed it down over her hips slowly, feasting her eyes as the tall woman's hips and ass and crotch came into view. No wonder her pussy had been so smooth, it was completely shaven. She was wearing thigh-high stockings. Colleen bent down and held the skirt for Katrina to step out of it.

Her fingers trembled as she folded the skirt carefully on top of the jacket, then returned to Katrina who was waiting patiently, visibly breathing hard. Colleen took the bottom of the camisole, and started to lift it up. Such beautiful breasts. Champagne goblet breasts. Colleen had always looked critically at her own breasts and those of other women, but never sexually. Now all she wanted to do was touch them, taste them. She dropped the camisole on the back of the chair and buried her face in the soft creamy breasts. Her fingers lifted them, first the right and then the left, then she lowered her mouth to the hard nipple, sucking it in. Such a long, hard nipple. She heard Katrina moan as she sucked and bit gently, tugging on the nipple, all the things Colleen liked herself but which she had almost forgotten. She felt an incredible surge of lust as she listened to Katrina's responses.

She felt the taller woman's hand in her hair, pulling her against her taut breast. She heard the moan, then the murmured "oh you are a hungry little girl, aren't you? A hungry wanton girl." Colleen looked up, her teeth still holding Katrina's nipple, and smiled. Her hands were wandering over the taller woman's skin, over her hips, over her ass, hungry to touch. Katrina lifted Colleen's mouth away, then sat down on the couch. "There, that is more comfortable."

Colleen got to her knees. She had left Katrina's stay-ups on, and it felt naughtier, to be running her fingers along the hose, then to touch the bare skin at the top of her thighs. She pushed Katrina's legs apart slowly. Licked up along her thighs, tongue over the texture of her hose. Looked at the swollen pussy lips, pink and purple petals. Looked up at the smouldering blue eyes, the chest heaving, nipples pointed. Colleen's small hands moved to the pretty breasts, feeling their texture again, pinching and twisting. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Katrina's navel, tongue flicking all the way down to her mound, her silky smooth bare mound that was shifting now, hips lifting as Colleen's tongue got closer. She felt the taller woman's hands again in her hair, guiding her face between her legs. She inhaled the powerful musk of Katrina's wet cunt, and almost fainted with excitement. She was so eager to taste her, another woman, for the first time. Her tongue along the slit. The incredible exquisite taste. Salty and sweet. Musky. Like poppies. God. She wanted that scent always on her, on her breath. Her fingers parted the lovely pink wet petals and Katrina's clit stood there, a hard nub, a ripe moist pod ready to burst, the hood pulled back. She lowered her tongue and flicked it. Then sucked it in. Rolled it around. More and more, lost in the forbidden and unexplored delight of this exotic fruit.

When Katrina came she screamed and called Colleen every name in the book. As she mashed her cunt against Colleen's face Colleen tried madly to follow the instructions. "Yes my damn slut lick my cunt, fuck me with your mouth, use your slut tongue and fill me fuck me with it yes yes YESSSSSSSSS!!!"

When she was finished Colleen sat there panting between Katrina's legs, the tall blonde bent forward, chest heaving, fingers stroking Colleen's hair. Colleen's cunt was a river of need. She slipped her fingers down between her legs, completely unembarrassed now about anything sexual. She had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Now she couldn't help herself.

Katrina leaned down and pulled her nipple hard. Very hard. "Yow!!!!!!" Colleen squealed.

"You need to cum again, do you, little slut?"

Colleen moved her wet fingers from her cunt, trailing the wetness across her thigh.

"Yes, Miss. Please."

* * *

They had been talking in murmurs for a while, stretched out on the couch.

Colleen looked up, hazel eyes wide. "Yes. I'm afraid." Things were at war inside her, so safe and so unsafe at the same time. "How many girls have you done this with? How long do you keep a girl?"

Those cool blue eyes. "Oh, many girls, Colleen, many girls."

Colleen felt so cheap.

"I keep them for a few weeks, mostly. Then I get bored."

Colleen swallowed her shame, her tears. "I see. So you'll get bored with me, too. You've just used me, haven't you? You just wanted to humiliate and break and use me! I can't believe it!"

She wasn't prepared for what happened next. Katrina lifted her hand and smacked her hard across the cheek. So hard she fell off the couch, falling on her side. She lay there stunned, her cheek burning. She got up on her elbow, eyes smarting with tears she didn't want to show, and looked up at Katrina, who stared back down sternly.

"Don't ever do that. Ever!" Katrina pulled her up like a ragdoll to sit back on the couch. "You asked the question. I was honest. You want me to lie?"

Colleen shook her head. "Of course not."

"But you don't want to be another Paula, is that it? One of my throwaways?"

Colleen nodded.

Katrina lifted her fingertips to push the dark red hair from Colleen's eyes. "I'm not looking for throwaways any more. Besides, it's more likely that you'll throw me away."

Colleen looked up quickly, hotly disagreeing. "How can you say that? God. After all... all this..."

Katrina shook her head. "Lick my cunt. I want to cum again." She moved on the couch so she was sitting right at the edge. Colleen got down on the floor kneeling. She didn't hesitate. She pulled down Katrina's stockings. She stopped when she noticed two scars along both knees. She touched the shiny smooth skin with her fingertips.

"Cartilage on the left knee, ligament on the right. Slows me down on the court. Come on, fuck me. Use your fingers. Fuck me hard with them."

She wanted Katrina to want her as much as she wanted Katrina. She approached the taller woman's cunt slowly, licking along her thighs, but it was not to be a gentle fuck. She quickly felt Katrina's hands on the back of her head, pressing her into the swollen lips, spreading the wet juices all over her face. Feeling her face fucked hard. Her fingers moving inside the woman's cunt. Two fingers, then three. Fucking fast. Trying to find the spot inside her that Katrina had found. Cumming hard against her mouth. Used.

Colleen looked up, pleased with herself at the intensity of Katrina's orgasm. Katrina leaned down, breathing hard, and kissed her on the mouth, licking up her own juices.

Colleen laid her cheek on Katrina's thigh. "Why is it more likely I will throw you away?"

"Oh you'll go back to your nice house and say to yourself it was a big mistake. But one that you can masturbate to for the rest of your life."

How could she go back, even if she wanted? "What can I do. What do I need to do to prove it?"

Katrina kissed the top of her head. Colleen's arms wrapped around the other woman's waist, and she pressed herself hard against her. Her full breasts flattened against Katrina's warm, wet pussy, her face hard against her stomach. Pressing herself, trying to make their flesh meld so it wouldn't ever separate.

Eventually, Katrina disengaged herself. "To prove it? Let me see." The coyness of her smile for some reason gave Colleen a sense of relief.

Katrina got up, and walked out to the hall and came back with her bag. Tossed Colleen her tight black top and her leather skirt. "I love this skirt." Colleen looked up.

"What?"

"Time for you to go."

Colleen felt she had been slapped in the face again. She blushed, batted back her tears.

"Can't I stay?"

"No. Not tonight. I have to deal with Paula first thing. It's got to be first thing in the morning. Then I can focus on my other plans. My plans for you. I only have room for one lover in my life."

Colleen felt the surge of a teenage thrill, a thrill she didn't actually ever remember feeling. Half-heartedly, she pulled on her stretch top, and her skirt, not even bothering to ask about bra and panties. Not caring.

"Besides, you said you wanted to prove yourself. You're okay to drive, aren't you."

Colleen really didn't know. She nodded dully. Her cunt ached. It was swollen and sore, but it also ached, her new hunger growing like a weed.

"Your phone has an answering machine? What is the number?" Colleen gave it to her.

It was one a.m.. Katrina balled up Colleen's panties in her hand. "In case you never come back. A memento."

"Please Miss, stop it."

Katrina smiled and kissed her lips softly. "Go now. There will be a phone message waiting for you when you get there."

"Yes Miss," she said, trembling. All she wanted to do now was get the phone message. She walked out and down to her car. In the car, all she could smell was the smell of fucking. She lifted her skirt up. The cold seat against her warm pussy lips. The taste of Katrina's juices still on her lips, in her mouth. Every sensation, every smell and touch, felt brand new. She started the car and drove out the exit. It was a familiar landscape she was driving into, but it was a totally new world. A new strange planet, with new laws of physics, new weight, new light.

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