The Bohemian

After driving a couple more kilometers along the wide roads of residential streets and ending up in a busier neighborhood, Belle managed to find the club quickly enough. Parking the SUV in the back parking lot, Lola fairly piled out of the car, and behind her, the bodyguard briskly stepped out, adjusting her tie. -Don’t forget, you’re drinking! — Lola reminded her again. -I remember, I remember. Are you already so looking forward to my being off my feet? -That’s right. I’ve already told you, — she came up to Belle and tugged her tie a little. — I love it when you’re drunk! -You’ll get me drunk, the white-haired girl said mesmerizingly. Star smiled even wider and they headed into the club. The guards at the entrance immediately recognized Lola and let them in without delay. Inside, nothing had changed. Everything was the same as four years ago. A long bar counter illuminated in solid blue on the right side. Flirtatious couples and bored singles sat on it, watching the strippers without a light while the young bartenders tossed glasses and refilled alcohol. In the center of the low-ceilinged room was a small recess in front of a pole lane in the shape of an amphitheater. And on the steps, as well as then, could sit quite drunken visitors, and to the left a curtain, where they went for private dances. And, of course, there was rap music playing, the bass of which hit your ears. The girls tried to go to the counter, but one of the visitors noticed the star and ran up to her. And then another. And another… And another… And another… So around the green-haired gathered a crowd of fans asking for selfies or shouting compliments. -So! Boys! Girls! — shouted Lola. — I’ll take a picture with everyone! I’ll pose for everyone! Belle kept an eye on everyone to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid. Everything went almost normally. As soon as the star took a picture with everyone, many began to try to talk, but the woman managed to disperse them. The news about Belle’s past, as it turned out, was very popular, so everyone, seeing the stern expression on the face of the bandit, hurried to disperse. So in a couple of minutes Lola and Belle sat down on the bar. -Mr. Ba-a-armen! — shouted Lola and the guy in the tight suit was right in front of them. — Two shots of tequila for the lady of my heart and me! -You decided to kill us right away, didn’t you? — The bodyguard joked. -You would have gotten to her anyway! -Fair enough! The girls were served drinks. In shot glasses with beautiful notches, and lemon sprinkled with salt. -To our success! — Lola exclaimed, raising a shot glass. -To our unbelievable success! — Belle emphasized and the girls sipped at the same time, eating the bitter drink with the appetizer served. And shot after shot, the girls became drunk. First there was tequila, then rum, and after that a bottle of some expensive alcohol, thanks to which the girls became cheerful. -B-God, B-belle. Are you still okay? I can’t seem to drink anymore, Lola said, almost lying down on the bar and looking at the lights. You could tell the extent of her intoxication by how often she flirted and how dirty she did. Very often. And Belle wasn’t far behind either. Alcohol finally removed any barriers and clouded the mind. They were alike in that, too. -I can still… — said the bodyguard not quite thinking, but staring, then at Lola, then at the strippers. But at some point, the song that Lola and Belle had heard four years ago played throughout the room. A bunch of goosebumps went down the gangbanger’s spine, and the star immediately perked up. -Belle! Belle! You remember, don’t you?! -How could I forget, the woman said contentedly and leaned back on the bar. -We’re going dancing! — exclaimed the woman and grabbed the girl’s arm, almost throwing her off the high chair. — Don’t leave me! Or everyone will paw! -The best motivator, my dear! — exclaimed the woman, trying to find balance in her legs. playingtheangel — deejay All the visitors immediately let them into the very center. Lola, without waiting for her partner, entered the dance first, spinning around herself, and because of alcohol, lost her balance. Belle immediately intercepted her by the waist and pressed her to herself. And the actress, as a real master of her craft, lifted her leg and slightly reached out to the girl and smiled Hollywood-style. She was driving everyone crazy. Men dreamed of spending an evening or night with her, girls admired her beauty. She always made Belle’s head spin. And especially now, when she artistically leaned back, hanging a little on her bodyguard’s arm and then sharply moved forward in front of her, -I’m much steadier than you! — Lola threw out loudly and turned her half-naked back to tease her, moving her hips to the beat of a song that made the walls shake. The sight of her continued to cloud the mind. Belle fell in behind her, putting her hands on her waist and moving her hips with her. And her hands squeezed her dance partner only harder, rumpling her expensive dress. Though no one saw it, but the bodyguard felt her exhale tensely. Afterward, Lola put her head on Belle’s shoulder and the white-haired woman could feel her goosebumps. From her breath, from her touch, from her embrace. One of his hands lay on her neck and began to gently, to the beat of the beat, descend to her breasts. The fingers tickled the delicate skin and pulled her dress away slightly, and further aroused the starlet. The green-haired woman turned to that one and intercepted Belle’s hands and rested them on her neck, and her own hands settled on the elastic waist of her bodyguard. And their gazes locked on each other. Lola’s brown eyes glittered with strobe lights and admiration. And Belle’s blue eyes gleamed with lust and desire. Only at the mere breath of her partner. It didn’t matter who was around them, who was looking at them, or what they would think in the future. All it wanted was to subjugate Lola. Just like always. To have that face drenched in tears of pain with arousal and ask for more. No stopping and no respite between dominatrix actions. And right in front of everyone’s eyes, Belle pulled that one into the deepest kiss she could. Delighted squeals of delight and joy interrupted the entire song. But the white-haired girl didn’t care. Neither did Lola, who pressed her whole body against her protector. A couple of freeze frames later, the girls found themselves in one of the VIP rooms that the guards had allowed them to enter for a fee. Belle flopped onto the leather black couch and Lola jumped on top of her, continuing to kiss her dirty. Her hands gently cupped her sharp cheeks and wanted to guide the bodyguard. But at some point, her arms wrapped around Lola and began to press her roughly against her. -Finally, I can feel you again, Lola whispered, almost losing her breath. -You’ve been really bad today. And I’m very angry, the white-haired girl said flirtatiously, and stood up abruptly, lifting Lola behind her, who immediately took on her most harmless appearance. But Belle knew she was only pretending. -B-Belle… I realize I can be over the top… but that doesn’t mean I don’t put you above… She wasn’t allowed to finish. Her mouth was gagged and the bodyguard moved closer to her ear, eliciting anticipation and a tantrum that made her legs shake. She wanted to squeak and moan, but even that she wasn’t allowed to do yet. -You always do it all on purpose. And you think I’ll be more favorable than usual? You’re wrong, Belle cut her off and slapped her, slapping her so hard that she had to stagger back and find the strength to stay on her feet. And in the process, she felt goosebumps go away and her heart ached. And not from regret. But from how wonderful she felt. There had always been arguments inside about how right it was. But with the way she felt, with her butterflies and cravings, she couldn’t help it. And she was lucky that Lola felt the same way. And it was only Belle herself who managed to tame Lola’s frantic nature, which wanted a strong hand. -Belle! — She cried out pitifully, but a hand grabbed her by the neck, gradually choking her, and with it came a spit in her face, which made the star blink many times and think about how her makeup was doing. And now there was no turning away. She knew that if she let Belle’s nature out, she could only be appeased when she was satisfied. -I’m always… always yours, Lola said blushing, gradually sinking to her knees. — Only you control me. And I always…always… — she was already grunting, but stretched her hands to her embossed legs, in tight jeans. — I’ll obey you… whatever you do… Still, the bodyguard let go of her neck, letting her breathe. But the excitement only grew. -Even if I do this?! — she exclaimed and pulled a gun from her holster and pointed it at the star. And Lola didn’t care if she did it seriously or if it was an element of the game: Belle looked threatening. And it seemed to have completely turned the green-haired girl’s head. Her hands began to stroking her legs machineatically, and her plump lips kissed the muzzle. -You could always do anything. It’s not up to me to decide what you do. But I’ll accept any outcome, because I’m your woman, she said breathlessly, sucking gently on the tip of the gun. All these desires, thoughts and feelings had always been with Belle. But the gang had corrupted her even more and raised her sensitivity threshold. And it’s a wonder she’s found a man with an equally high threshold. They are made for each other. Their souls braid in aching lust and fuck everything in them because they can’t do it any other way. Love, work, surroundings are secondary to the threads of lust. They could be anyone they wanted to be, treat each other very differently. But the pull, like a magnet, will pull them, no matter what they say or think. Because there’s no substitute. They’re alone in this world. The muzzle began to go deeper, triggering Lola’s slight gag reflex. But she swallowed. She didn’t dare pull it out of her mouth. -How I love it when you go for the knife blade yourself, and still, gracefully dance on it like you’ve been doing it all your life. Belle withdrew her weapon, but placed one foot on the top of Lola’s head, lowering that one to the ground. -The gang brought out your talent for dominance even better. All boundaries are finally off, Lola said and kissed the shoe, then licked the shoe as the other foot pressed harder on her head. -And you are only pleased. But I’m glad you’re addicted to this kind of violence. -I think we’re addicted to each other, Lola said and ran her tongue along the side of the shoe, cleaning it completely. The bodyguard lifted her face by the chin with the same second foot, studying the lust-filled, drunken eyes. -And I’ve never met anyone like you. And I never will. -Because we were born for each other, Lola almost whispered, and began reverently pulling the belt off Belle’s jeans. But, remembering its existence, she immediately intercepted it and twisted it in her hands. -Are you going to leave marks on me again? — The green-haired woman asked, pulling off her bodyguard’s jeans, which were grabbing her large buttocks and hardly yielding to the action. -If you muss your tongue well, where it needs to be. -Well, honey, you know my tongue only opens up on stage! And she kept playing. Just to get more cinematic torture. The kind she’d never do on stage. -Belle gently ran the strap across her cheek, and her partner only fondled it, not knowing what to expect. Belle licked the leather object lightly and decided to get the white-haired girl excited again. -I think you understand. -Maybe, the star only said. After these words, Belle gathered all the hair in one grip of her hand and pulled it painfully, also began to flirt with her partner and slowly ran the belt around her neck, causing a real shiver. -You of all objects will find how to excite me. -That’s called talent. And you’re ready to come. -God, I’d do anything for your fingers. -Or rather, to have them inside you. -Yes. I’ve already given you instructions, Belle reminded him with a smile. She was pushed back to the couch. Lola immediately snuggled up to Belle’s thighs and began to kiss them gently, leaving a trail of drool and going only higher, more arousing her partner. -Lola whispered and kissed Belle’s pussy gently through the fabric of her wet panties. She licked herself defiantly afterward. She quickly pulled her underwear off her bodyguard. Hot tongue began to very quickly envelope the entire pussy and making a big emphasis on the swollen clit. And every time the star touched it, Belle could no longer contain her moans, which seemed to Lola many times more ringing and tasty than her own. For they might even have been so rare. And the tongue moved freely and sharply, then from the clitoris, then lower, not leaving Belle without emotions of pleasure and pleasant tingles not only in the stomach, but also under the heart. It quickly penetrated inside, finding the clitoris' legs and making it even more pleasurable, and just as quickly exited. The bodyguard’s entire pussy was wet no longer from natural lubrication, but from her partner’s drool. And she was pleased to see her pretty face smeared in them herself, almost ruining all her makeup. But right now Lola didn’t care about that at all. Just Belle and just her. And Lola continued, only increasing the intensity of her tongue as the woman’s moans gave her goosebumps. So much so that her skin ached. The white-haired woman’s arousal only grew. She was breathing hard, grabbing Lola’s hair and pressing it harder against her pussy, just to keep it going. From the feel of her hair in her hands, from the sight of her raggedness and the way she lay there, Belle lost touch with reality for a moment, completely focused on the star’s tongue and how she was about to bring her to orgasm. There’s a sense that nothing else makes sense. All meaning is only here. In the stuffy room that’s all stinky with sex, in this leather couch already wet with sweat and drool, in the two girls that have loved each other and held each other at arm’s length all these years. But they’re here. They’re real here. And no matter how much either of them deny their affection, only Belle can bare her soul to Lola, and she to her. And never again will they be able to open up like this. -No more holding back! Stop it! — Lola exclaimed and finally concentrated on her clit with her tongue. And that helped bring Belle to orgasm in seconds. Her legs stiffened and shook. They were almost on weight, so an unpleasant pain ran through them. And Belle leaned them gently on the couch. Her eyes closed in the pleasure running through her body, the darkness in her eyes filled with bright stars burning like sparks from a bolt cutter, her mouth was deserted and incredibly thirsty, and all her clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to the couch. And it was beautiful. -Did you like it, Mistress? — Lola asked and sat down gently beside her. — There was nothing to breathe in here after us. The actress took off her dress, leaving herself in just her bottom. There were a few drops of sweat running down her body too. -You did a good job! — Belle said with a smile and kissed her roughly, pleasantly by the neck. And to it Lola with incredible initiative began to answer and bite the bandit’s lips. She couldn’t help but respond to such a gesture and lightly clawed at the green-haired woman’s neck. -Ay! -Don’t get cocky. -I did a good job, didn’t I? — Belle gave a fake glance, but answered in the affirmative. — So I deserve an award? — Lola asked in a sexy whisper. -So be it. But only because I’m drunk and kind tonight, Belle said and instantly got on top of Lola and pushed her down on the couch. -He’s covered in your sweat. And he smells like you. If we stay another minute longer, I’ll probably go crazy. You’ll drive me to my grave. -As I understand it, from excitement. After these words, the bodyguard just put her hand between her legs and Lola, like a thin branch, trembled. -Less words. -Wow. There’s nothing I can do about that tone. You should apologize. -I’m sorry…I just…can’t…anymore…please do it…fuck me! — Lola exclaimed, already dying from her own arousal. -Well, after such a plea … Belle helped her take off her underwear, which was wet all over. There wasn’t even a dry spot left on it. -I’m afraid they can only be thrown away now… -said the white-haired woman and immediately, roughly put them on Lola’s face. — Look what you’ve done! I picked them out for you. Lola blissfully closed her eyes and lowered her hand to her clit. -I’m sorry… but I really still love them. I’ll never throw them away! -Open your mouth, Belle ordered icily. And as soon as the actress did, her panties, smelling of lubricant, were between her teeth. She had to squeeze them and a small amount, leaked out into her mouth. Lola knew without orders that this was the way to do it. And she didn’t miss it. After that, Belle’s fingers penetrated her smoothly. So easily that the green-haired girl didn’t realize it right away, because she was soaking wet. Only when they entered her full length, the girl screamed and bit her panties harder, so that it would not happen again. Because it was very loud. And Belle continued. She spread her fingers inside, quickened her pace, slowed it down, finally melting Lola’s mind. She was giving her everything. Always. You could tell Lola was crazy about her. Ever since the very first night. After hundreds of days spent, through tons of days of work and many hours of sex. She understood her like no one else could even try to understand her. Understood her thoughts, her motivations, and her desires. And that’s why Lola was willing to do anything, for her. No matter what. -I’m so horny I’m about to cum! — Lola exclaimed almost immediately, and after these words, Belle only began to act faster. Lola finally shut her mouth, not uttering a single sound, otherwise she would just deafen the bodyguard and attract unnecessary attention. And at one point, with her free hand she grabbed the couch as if she should fly up, but during this orgasm, that’s how she felt. The feeling of soaring and freedom coupled with the dizziness had her incredibly woozy and dizzy. But along with it, a firework of oxytocin and endorphin hit her head, making her forget herself in pleasure and forget even her own name. And with her mouth open, she began to slam into the beige ceiling, blinding her eyes with the light bulb. Without even taking her own underwear out of her mouth. This was what relaxed her, allowed her to forget herself and truly enjoy herself. No amount of drugs, shopping or popularity could do that. -I don’t remember you so wet, the bodyguard said with a grin and lay down next to her, and Lola snuggled up to her, resting her head on her chest. The bodyguard’s hand began to stroke her sweat-damp hair. *** After lying down for a while, the girls went out through the back door into the courtyard to smoke a cigarette and check themselves after the stuffy room. The cool street immediately hit them and made their existence easier. Immediately a second breath opened up, and it was as if they had sobered up. -Ventilation must be for assholes, Lola said and took a drag on her cigarette. -But it felt good. There was a group of three guys smoking a joint nearby. They reeked of weed, but they mostly ignored the girls until one of them turned to look at them. And he saw the big celebrity. -Fuck you guys!!! — he shouted and immediately ran up to the green-haired girl. — It’s Lola, fuck me in the mouth! — The actress was a little scared and stepped back. — Can I get a picture of you?! Or maybe we’d better go and I’ll buy you a kettle? — He asked smugly. Seeing the fright of Lola, Belle immediately stopped relaxing and immediately stood between him and the actress. -Man, step back. -Come on, let me talk to a starlet like that. -Robert, best get away… she’s from a gang… she’s unlikely to joke around, -the friends said, pointing to the holstered gun. -Come on, what’s she gonna do? -What’s she gonna do? I can buy you one too. The white-haired woman drew her gun and pointed it at the wall. -Last warning. -Robert, get away! -Drunkard, you’re pointing the wrong way, he said with a nasty grin. And when he tried to get around the bodyguard, she pulled the trigger. The bullet flew into the wall, bounced to the ground and from it hit the guy’s lower leg. He fell to the ground and screamed at the unbearable pain running down his leg. -FUCKING HELL, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! -I never miss, the woman stated and put the weapon back away with one swing.