“You got any beer?” Jacquie asks, and Lucia darts her eyes to Natasha and back again.
“We’d prefer to stop drinking now, and we’d prefer if you did too.”
Jacquie shrugs, “Whatever, I’m happy with that.”
Natasha settles herself onto Lucia’s couch while Jacquie looks at Lucia’s sewing work. Lucia fetches some hot water and a clear Perspex teapot. She’s got one of her ridiculous, jasmine scented flowering tea-balls unfurling in there. She’s bought them for the café before and Natasha doesn’t really get it, but Jacquie draws her finger across the outside of the teapot, “That’s so cool.”
Natasha patiently waits until all the leaves have unfurled so Jacquie can watch, and then puts her arm around Jacquie’s back, turning her and drawing her to Natasha. She kisses Jacquie softly, then more firmly, pressing her back into the couch cushions. Lucia’s matching Perspex cups remain stacked up on the coffee table.
Lucia watches them kiss until Natasha leans back from Jacquie. Jacquie looks a bit dazed, her cheeks are flushed, and her nostrils are flaring. Lucia perches herself on Jacquie’s lap and leans in to kiss her. Natasha’s seen Lucia kiss other people before, but she’s never noticed that Lucia’s mouth works more quickly than Natasha’s does or that Lucia isn’t afraid to use her teeth. Jacquie raises her hand to tangle it in Lucia’s hair. Natasha catches it before it reaches Lucia’s shining black bun and presses it back down onto Jacquie’s leg. Jacquie gives a little sob into Lucia’s mouth, and Natasha can see Lucia smile against Jacquie’s face.
Lucia pulls back from Jacquie. Jacquie looks even more disheveled now, panting hard with dark eyes.
Lucia doesn’t even look at Jacquie when she pulls away from her. She just turns to Natasha and asks, “Shall we go to my bedroom now?”
Lucia leads them both to her bedroom. It’s lighter and brighter than Natasha expected, but does predictably have red and black accents. Her dressing table is strewn with make-up. There’s a pile of books on Lucia’s night-stand, Natasha spots An Artist’s Guide To Balancing The Books, Lucia’s work diary and a collection of South American poetry that Gillian recommended to them both. Natasha smiles at the thought of Lucia sitting up and working in bed on a Sunday morning. Natasha and Gillian are always teasing her about needing to slow down.
“Natasha, can you keep Jacquie nice and quiet for me while I give you both a bit of a show?”
Natasha can’t resist a smirk. She’s heard a lot about how Lucia’s burlesque strip-tease is her killer move. She’s heard that it is a panty-wetting, erection raising spectacle more alluring than Salome’s dance of the seven veils. She seats herself against Lucia’s headboard and then pulls Jacquie after her, settling her in between her spread legs. She roughly pulls off Jacquie’s torn t-shirt, leaving her only in her bra, harness, skirt and black pantyhose. Jacquie reaches over her head to pull Natasha down for another kiss, and Natasha is thrilled to spot that Jacquie has thick scads of dark hair underneath her armpits. Natasha lets herself be kissed by Jacquie, until she hears a cough.
“Natasha, I don’t think you should be letting Jacquie misbehave like that.”
Natasha draws back, “Oh yes, sorry, I’d hate to detract from your performance.”
Lucia’s eyebrow quirks. From somewhere, she’s obtained a large black fan. She stands on her white carpet in her vertiginous pumps and waits for their full attention. When she has it, she starts playing music from her phone. It takes Natasha barely a second to recognize the little shuddery riff, the slow drum beat and the soaring strings.
“Portishead, sickening,” says Jacquie from between Natasha’s spread legs. Natasha slides her first two fingers between Jacquie’s lips to shut her up. She starts sucking immediately. Natasha’s glad that she’s sitting behind Jacquie so Jacquie can’t see her face. She can’t stop herself grinning as Lucia twirls around, wafting the fans in front of her body. It’s both glamorous and silly. The thought of this being the same Lucia that cleans the centre restrooms alongside Natasha keeps tripping her up. She wraps her other hand around Jacquie’s waist to keep her tight to Natasha’s body. Jacquie’s body is gloriously soft and Natasha can’t resist kneading her stomach with her knuckles.
Lucia struts up and down, unzipping her dress and looking over her shoulder with a sultry snarl. She wiggles her shoulders and the beaded material slips down to her waist. Under her dress Lucia wears a half-corset, and she dexterously unlaces it while moving her body in perfect serpentine rhythm to the beat. Natasha’s not grinning now; she’s hypnotized by Lucia’s pout and fluttering eyelashes, not to mention her long legs scissoring in her glossy hold ups. It’s probably the most beguiling dance Natasha has seen. She’s sweating all down her neck and she’s sure her pussy is dripping by now.
Lucia picks up the fans again and flutters them in front of her body, before casting them expertly away from her so they land under her chair. Underneath the fans, Lucia’s now fully nude, apart from stockings and heels. She’s slim, slimmer than Natasha. Natasha can her see her sternum, her hip bones and most of her ribs. She swivels her hips, bends her back so her tiny pink nipples are pointing up at the ceiling. She’s ridiculously elegant. Lucia hasn’t yet broken a sweat; her hair is still in the tight bun it was at the beginning of the night. Natasha’s barely aware of Jacquie now, she’s just sawing her fingers in and out of Jacquie’s mouth on auto-pilot.
Lucia swivels on her heels, then stands on one long leg as she uses the
