The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So what’s the emergency?” Kathy asked, a perplexed look failing to mar her gorgeous features. “And where’s Alison?”

“Who said there was an emergency?” Jane replied, answering her friend’s first question. She gazed around Kathy’s flat. With its expensive furnishings and tasteful decorations it really was quite something. She wondered how many clients the raven-haired beauty entertained here.

Huh, men. Whatever did I see in them? She was so much happier with Alison. Everything was better with Alison.

Kathy frowned. “Well, you said you had to see me.”

“Oh, right,” Jane stumbled, thoughts of her girlfriend interrupted. Jane may have answered Kathy’s question, but she might have lied as well. Maybe there was an emergency. Jane was worried about Meredith. Her and Alison’s housemate was acting far too much like a slave for Jane’s peace of mind. If Meredith simply did what she was told she wouldn’t be able to anchor Alison. Until today Jane had thought it was simply Meredith having fun with hypnosis. Jane knew how enjoyable that could be. But that Meredith had been so docile even without Alison being present had Jane worried. Very worried.

And if something had gone wrong with Meredith then there might be something wrong with Kathy as well. So Jane had decided to see how Kathy was when Alison wasn’t around. She knew that she’d also have to check how Kathy was with Alison. Of course she’d seen them together recently, but she hadn’t paid enough attention. Even so she thought that Kathy had folded rather too easily after her and Alison’s argument the other night about Gillian. Jane was starting to feel a lot more worried than she wanted to be. So here she was. Even if her first plan for the day had been to spend as much time as possible snuggled up with Gillian Alison’s needs came first.

But how? Jane realised that she hadn’t exactly taken the time to come up with a detailed plan. She’d rushed over here with Gillian. She had no real idea how to check if someone was acting too slave-like. It wasn’t as if she could ask.

Stall.

“Alison’s busy, and you and I don’t get to see each other much so I thought we might hang out for a while,” the blonde offered.

“Oh. Just not used to seeing you without Alison.”

Kathy, Jane acknowledged, had a point. Jane spent as much time with Alison as she could. If it had been Jane’s choice she would have been with her girlfriend right then. But she was here for Alison, even if her girlfriend didn’t know it.

“Well, now you are seeing me.”

“Oh, okay,” Kathy shrugged. “Would you like something to drink?”

Jane frowned. Kathy’s behaviour wasn’t telling her anything.

She’s going to offer that even if she is okay. But maybe she isn’t. I don’t know. Damn it.

“Jane?” Kathy prompted.

“Umm, coffee?” Jane replied distractedly.

“Gillian?” Kathy asked, her attention turning to the redheaded slave. Gillian was standing patiently near the door, her hands clasped in front of her. “And why’s she here and not with Alison?”

“Oh,” Jane started. “Alison wanted me to, uh, look after her. She’s making herself another slave. Gillian’s friend Sophie.”

Jane waited, hardly daring to breathe, for Kathy’s reply. She’d blurted that news out almost without thinking. But maybe it was a good idea. Kathy’s reaction might tell her something.

“Oh,” the raven haired girl replied brightly. “That’s great. Is she sexy? Alison should have sexy slave girls.”

Jane wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not. On the one hand it was the answer she wanted out of Kathy. If Kathy was going to keep Alison from getting carried away with her slaves she had to be at least accepting of her best friend’s activities. But on the other hand maybe Kathy’s reply was a little too automatic. Especially after the other night.

“Coffee,” Gillian finally answered, breaking into the silence. “Milk. Two sugars. Please.”

The girl was a picture of deference.

At least something is going right, Jane thought sourly.

“Sure,” Kathy replied. “You two have a seat and I’ll be right back.”

As Kathy turned away to fulfil her guests’ requests Jane was still desperately trying to decide what to do.

Damn it, that didn’t help. And even if she seemed doubtful about us being here, maybe that’s just a front. Hell!

Jane’s thoughts chased each other around her head.

“Umm, Jane, why are we here?” Gillian asked.

Jane made hushing sounds at the redhead. “Shush. Let me worry about that. Just play along.”

“Oh. Alright.”

Jane still hadn’t come up with any ideas by the time Kathy returned.

“So,” the raven-haired girl began, handing Jane and Gillian their cups. “Sophie huh? What’s she like?”

“She’s very nice,” Gillian answered quietly. “She’s my friend. She’s so lucky Mistress decided to make her a slave.”

“Well, that should give you come company,” Kathy smiled, then turned her attention to Jane as she took a seat next to the blonde. “You think Alison’s going to treat her properly?”

“Yeah, sure, of course she will,” Jane replied, trying to sound much more nonchalant than she felt. Kathy was making all the right noises about Sophie. But she’d do that whether she was Alison’s friend or slave.

Maybe if I push her into doing something? Maybe she’d just say yes if she was being polite? I need something unusual.

Oh. Well. Let’s see what she does if I try coming on to her. If she gives in and lets me be in charge then I’ll know there’s something wrong.

Jane knew it wasn’t the greatest plan in the world. She and Kathy had ended up in bed without Alison more than once. So it was likely Kathy wouldn’t object. But it was more how she said yes that might tell Jane something. And what happened after that. Kathy was anything but a natural submissive. If Kathy was her normal self in bed than Jane could stop worrying about at least one of Alison’s friends. And either way, ending up in bed with Kathy was definitely a win.

She didn’t need the tightening of muscles low within her to tell her that.

“Let’s not worry about Alison. It’s just us here,” Jane declared, not bothering to hide a sneaky grin. “So I was thinking that we should get to know each other a little better.”

Deliberately she placed her cup on the coffee table and leaned over to the raven-haired beauty. With what she hoped was a beguiling smile Jane planted a finger right in the middle of Kathy’s chest as she peered up into her friend’s emerald green eyes. “We don’t need Alison to have some fun.”

Kathy returned the gaze, green eyes peering into blue. Jane felt that look piercing her to her core, delicious shivers running through her. Outside of her eyes Kathy’s face was expressionless. Then a smile curled the edge of the raven-haired woman’s lips. Jane wondered how a smile that slight could be so sinful. Perhaps it was how kissable those glistening lips were. Perhaps it was the light dancing deep in Kathy’s eyes. Perhaps it was the way Kathy’s finger was trailing up Jane’s arm, just the right amount of pressure to leave the blonde breathless.

Jane wondered when she’d got so wet.

Kathy leaned back, her smile broadening into something, …, less. Jane’s finger was left hanging in mid-air.

“Hmm, fun,” the taller girl shrugged. “Want to take in a movie? There’s a couple of good ones on.”

With the innocent expression on Kathy’s face Jane was left wondering if she’d imagined the look she’d shared with the raven-haired beauty just moments before.

Jane thoughts whirled. Is she teasing? Is she okay? Or is this how she is as a slave? She could easily imagine Kathy playing the tempting seductress. The idea of Kathy as a slave girl, wrapped in silks and dripping temptation, had Jane swallowing nervously. Her thoughts were scattering in a million directions. Jane’s mouth engaged before she realised what was happening.

“What? Go out? Can’t we stay here?” Jane could hardly believe her petulant tone.

“I suppose. So, hang out? What did you have in mind? We could just chat.”

For a moment Jane blanked. Chatting wasn’t what she had in mind. They could, she supposed. It wasn’t like she and Kathy had actually spent much time talking. At least when Alison wasn’t around. If she discounted the times she’d had Kathy hypnotised they’d probably spent more time in bed together than talking. And Jane really didn’t want to bring up the times she’d had Kathy hypnotised. She’d made Kathy forget those for a reason.

Chatting wouldn’t tell her what she needed to know. Not to mention Kathy’s eyes were just so fascinating. She was magnetic. Jane just wanted to reach out, let her fingers trail over that gorgeous body.

“Jane?”

Kathy’s smile was friendly now, innocent. Jane was aware that the taller girl was waiting for an answer. Had she imagined the look Kathy had given her? If she was going to work out what was going on behind those stunning eyes she was going to have to keep pushing.

From the tingles reaching down to her toes it looked like Jane’s body was agreeing with her plan.

“Maybe we could watch a film here?” the blonde suggested. “I mean, come on. You’re her best friend, I’m her girlfriend. We really should spend some time together.” And snuggled up on the lounge together would be a good way to get things moving.

“And Gillian’s her slave. You’re supposed to be looking after her.”

“That too,” Jane smiled brightly. “See? All three of us. It makes sense.”

Kathy looked at Jane dubiously for a moment and then shrugged again. But then Kathy turned. Maybe it was to look at her collection of films, lined up neatly on a set of shelves hung on the wall next to her immense television. Jane wasn’t convinced. Surely Kathy hadn’t needed to turn just like that. Not so the curve of her hip stretched out and the outline of her breast was just at the right angle to leave Jane breathless.

What are you playing at? Was that an accident? Or teasing? Or what? Gah! I need to know! Jane couldn’t work out if Kathy was being a slave or simply teasing her. Maybe she was imagining it all.

“I’m sure I’ll have something,” Kathy mused. It sounded innocent. It could be innocent.

Jane wasn’t sure where this was heading. She knew where she wanted it to go. To Kathy’s bed. With Kathy in it. With her and Gillian. That was a threesome Jane had never had and one she was only likely to get when Alison was otherwise occupied. Then she might be able to get an answer to her questions about Kathy. With her friend in front of her the idea was even more attractive than it had been in the café. Kathy might only have been wearing blue jeans and a loose top. It didn’t stop her looking stunning. She always did, from her long, sculpted, legs, to her perfect chest to gorgeous face.

Jane reminded herself not to drool. She didn’t have to imagine what her friend looked like under those clothes.

She knew.

Damn it! She was supposed to paying attention to how Kathy was acting. Not what she looked like. From the delicious aches she was feeling it was pretty clear Jane’s body didn’t agree.

“So a movie?” Kathy shrugged. “What do you think Gillian?”

“Uh?” the redhead managed, looking nervously between Kathy and Jane.

“You’re allowed to have an opinion,” Jane muttered. Meredith had given her enough of wind-up dolls for one day. Jane just wanted Gillian to keep quiet so she could concentrate on Kathy.

In the end Kathy chose the film, although Gillian eagerly agreed to their host’s suggestion of a steamy French lesbian romance. Jane didn’t object. It suited her plans perfectly.

Or she thought it did. The two stars were hot and the passion rolled off the screen. Seated between Kathy and Gillian it should have been easy to direct the conversation where she wanted it to go. She’d seen the film before of course. She and Alison had watched it so many times. They didn’t often get to the end though, ripping each other’s clothes off, the movie ignored.

Jane tried the same tricks she used with Alison. Commenting on how attractive the two main characters were, how much chemistry they had, brief touches on the arm and knee of the girl sitting next to her.

Sometimes she’d think Kathy was reacting. Then her friend would look at her, wide-eyed and innocent. Jane couldn’t work out what was going on. It was never like this with Alison. Not that she had to try that hard with Alison, her girlfriend taking the lead as often as she did.

“Oh god, don’t they look amazing together?” Jane tried again. “Doesn’t it make you just want to?”

“Want to what Jane?” Kathy asked, just a hint of amusement in her voice. It was layered under so many other things. Kathy really did have the most amazing voice when she wanted it. Alison called it Kathy’s Sapphire voice. There was the briefest brush of Kathy’s hand against Jane’s, the feeling sending tingles down to the blonde’s toes.

She tried to return the gesture, but Kathy’s hand wasn’t where she thought it would be.

She has to know what I mean. Doesn’t she? I means she’s an escort. It’s her job. So why doesn’t she say yes? Or no? Or something? If she doesn’t want to, she’d say no. So she should say yes. Maybe she’s okay, because she hasn’t said yes? Or maybe she can’t decide? If she’s okay she’d have decided so maybe there is something wrong? Gah, I just don’t know. If I could get her into bed I could work it out.

Images assaulted her. Jane had seen the raven-haired beauty writhing in passion beneath her, sweat glistening on Kathy’s skin. And above her, holding Jane in place, fingers thrusting.

“More dip?” Kathy asked innocently, holding up the hummus she’d brought out to go with the pita bread.

Jane’s breath caught as she tried to work out how Kathy had made those two words into an innuendo. She grabbed a piece of bread, trying to make sure she connected with Kathy’s hand in the process.

She failed again. For for God’s sake. Just say yes. I need you to say yes.

“Oh, this is one of my favourite parts,” the raven-haired girl exclaimed huskily. Jane felt her lips quiver. “You have to watch it.”

Jane couldn’t help but look. It was the first real kiss, the two women on screen gazing into each other’s eyes, the looks sparking right to Jane’s centre.

“God, they want each other so much,” Kathy breathed. The sound reverberated through Jane.

Jane was sure that her friend’s lips must be inches from her ear, but when her head snapped around Kathy was leaning back on the lounge, eyes glued to the screen.

“Uh, yeah, kissing. Can never have too much kissing. Right Kathy?”

Jane knew whose lips she wanted to kiss right then. She tried to focus on why she needed to do that. To get Kathy into bed. That was easy. The rest was difficult. To see if her friend was being too submissive. For Alison’s sake. It was so hard to think beyond Kathy’s lips. Jane’s need was a living thing, bright and hot and demanding.

“Oh, definitely.” Kathy’s voice was low and husky and it was making the tips of Jane’s nipples vibrate. Without thinking the blonde edged closer to her friend.

“But you really need to watch what happens next.” Kathy’s voice switched cadence. It sounded, well, normal. She gave Jane a push on the shoulder and pointed at the screen as Jane gave her a bemused look.

What? I don’t? Her thoughts refused to form full sentences, hot wires of desire shooting through her. Jane shook her head and slipped back into her seat.

The whole movie was like that. Jane would make some suggestion, Kathy would reply in that voice that promised so much, maybe even touch her. So lightly, fingers trailing over her hand or her upper arm, sparks shooting through Jane’s body. The occasional touch on her thigh leaving the blonde melting. She was sure that Kathy was about to give in. Then she could see who was in charge. But when Jane tried to follow up it was like a switch had been thrown. Kathy insisting that she watch what happened next. Which almost always seemed to be some really hot moment that Jane couldn’t help but drink in.

It was driving her insane.

By the time the famous sex scene rolled around Jane was squirming in her seat, her panties drenched with anticipation.

“They do look amazing, don’t they?” Kathy breathed, echoing Jane’s earlier words. “I can’t take my eyes off them.”

Jane wondered how Kathy was watching the screen and whispering into her ear. But the sight on the screen, two beautiful women absorbed in each other, was too magical for words.

“They want each other so much.” The voice in Jane’s ear was low and husky and lighting fires in her that were impossible to ignore. “Every touch just leaves them needing more.”

Was that Kathy’s hand on her thigh? Oh god, it is. It was edging higher. Jane didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to breathe. Didn’t want to do anything to risk sending Kathy back into her shell. Kathy’s other arm was around her shoulder, the hand stroking her hair. Need sparked between the two touches.

She was so close. Then they’d see how Kathy behaved. The raven-haired beauty had been so hesitant, so flighty. There must be something wrong with her.

Jane needed to know.

“So beautiful.”

Jane wasn’t sure whether Kathy meant her or the women on the screen. She hoped it was her. Was that brush Kathy’s lips on her cheek? She started to turn her head.

Fingers on her chin turned her head back to the screen. “Shush, just watch. God, it’s so amazing. They’re so into each other. Can’t you just feel it?”

Jane could. Right down to her toes. She thought that voice was going to kill her, raw need flooding through her as Kathy stroked her thigh. Jane couldn’t take her eyes off the screen, two bodies entwining, losing themselves in each other.

“I can make you feel like that. I can give you what you want. Do you want me Jane?”

Yes, oh God yes. Her breasts were on fire, her knickers were drenched and she wanted to turn her head. But she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Even as Kathy’s hand trailed further up her leg, edging under the short hem of her skirt.

“I think you do,” Kathy whispered. “I think you want me so much. Yes, Jane?”

The blonde could only nod, her thoughts shattering into a million pieces as Kathy’s tongue licked her earlobe.

As one of the women on the screen cried out Jane’s view was obscured as Kathy’s lips claimed hers. She didn’t care about the film anymore. Didn’t care about Gillian sitting next to her. Didn’t care whether anything was wrong with Kathy. Just for a moment, God help her, she didn’t care about Alison. All she cared about was the gorgeous body pressing itself into hers.

Her arms wrapped themselves around Kathy, pulling the other girl to her. Jane wanted to devour her. Electricity danced over her skin, matching the fires raging beneath it. She needed more. She needed her hand on Kathy, their skin touching.

When Kathy broke the kiss Jane could hardly breathe.

“Come on then,” Kathy smiled, that smile that promised so much.

Jane let herself be pulled off the lounge. She couldn’t have stopped it if she’d wanted to. She cast a nervous glance at the redhead before her eyes were dragged back to Kathy.

“Gillian?” she asked hesitantly, peering up at Kathy. She couldn’t think what she wanted the redhead to do. Couldn’t remember what part Gillian was supposed to play in her plan. Wasn’t even sure what her plan was, beyond getting Kathy into bed.

Amusement twinkled deep in Kathy’s green eyes.

“Oh, you want her to join us too? Why not? Do you want to come too Gillian?”

Jane’s eyelids fluttered at the images crashing through her brain. She could feel Kathy moving around to stand behind her, one hand possessively on Jane’s hip, desire thundering through her body. She was finally going to get her answers.

Whatever other words passed between the two girls were lost to Jane, as Kathy’s hand caressed the top of Jane’s thigh. Jane moaned as her head fell back to rest on Kathy’s shoulder, her neck exposed, Kathy laying butterfly kisses on the soft flesh. Kathy was being so attentive to her. That was the sort of thing a slave might do, wasn’t it?

Jane’s hands were making small, fluttering, motions. Gillian was saying, …, something. Something that might have been yes. Might have been anything. Jane didn’t know.

She knew all about the hand that was brushing the side of her breast.

Jane barely understood where she was, what was happening, as she was led to Kathy’s bedroom. Didn’t know whether Gillian had followed them. She could barely breathe as Kathy undressed her.

“You’re so beautiful.” That was the sort of thing a slave might say to her mistress, wasn’t it? Was that how Kathy was treating her?

Kathy’s kisses were starting at her calves. Jane wasn’t sure when she’d lain on the bed. Didn’t care, need driving everything else away. She just wanted to lie there, drinking up the attention.

“I’m going to make you scream Jane,” Kathy promised between kisses. “I’m going to make you beg.”

If Jane could have formed words she’d have been begging already.

Those kisses trailed slowly up her body, each one stoking the fires within her. Kathy’s fingers followed in their wake. Up her calves, her thighs. So close. Her skin was so alive where Kathy’s body touched hers.

Please. Single words were all she could manage.

Those fingers drifted higher, over Jane’s belly.

No!

Just as Jane was about to cry out, Kathy’s hand drifted towards Jane’s centre as she took one of the blonde’s nipples between her lips. Kathy’s fingers traced the line where Jane’s thigh met her torso, heading in, a finger’s breadth now from her lower lips.

Jane twisted, dying for those fingers.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Kathy chided, her lips moving to the pulse in Jane’s neck, fingers sliding around to lie just below Jane’s navel. Jane slipped back, did as she was told. As Kathy was telling her to do. Jane was sure that meant something. Something important.

“Gillian’s watching you know,” Kathy whispered. “She wanted to watch. I told her she’d learn so much. If she wanted to. Would you have given her that choice Jane?”

Jane’s answer was an incoherent moan, words beyond her, Kathy’s fingers teasing at her opening. She thought her spine might snap her back was arching so much.

“I don’t think you would have,” Kathy breathed. Then raven-haired girl’s lips were swirling around a nipple, promising Jane heaven.

A fingernail lightly grazed one of her labia, sparks exploding in Jane’s brain. She was so close, Kathy’s fingers dancing over her crotch. It would take just a touch, her clit hard and yearning.

“Wait,” Kathy breathed.

Jane didn’t want to wait. Was going to die if Kathy made her wait. But the raven-haired girl wasn’t giving her a choice.

Kathy’s lips trailed slowly down Jane’s body, the blonde mewling in need as Kathy’s hand ceased its touches. Jane’s breath caught as Kathy licked at her opening. Her muscles tightened, she was so close.

Kathy eased back, her tongue trailing down Jane’s thigh, the blonde writhing on the bed.

Then back again, Kathy’s mouth capturing all of Jane, tongue swirling across folds that were melting at the touch. Exploring. Claiming. Jane’s back arched. She was going to burst.

As Kathy withdrew again, Jane cried out in need.

“You wanted this didn’t you Jane?” It was Sapphire’s voice, low and husky and dripping with promise.

Jane could only nod. She wanted to speak. Wanted to form words. Wanted to beg Kathy to move her fingers just that fraction from where they played on her delicate skin, move them to where they could thrust inside Jane and take her to heaven.

Or maybe Kathy would use her tongue. Jane’s lips moved soundlessly at thought of what that tongue could do to her, had been doing to her. Anything. Anything so she’d find her release.

“What do you want me to do Jane?” Kathy teased. The words were asking Jane a question, pretending she had a choice. Part of Jane wondered if Kathy was being submissive. The tone of Kathy’s voice said something different. “Tell me.”

There was the order.

“Cum!” Jane cried, her eyes completely losing focus and her back arching as Kathy’s fingernails grazed her opening. The need was going to make her explode. She was going to die. “Make me cum.”

“Beg.” It was just one word.

Part of Jane didn’t want to. The impish, grinning, laughing part. The part that remembered that Kathy had said she’d make Jane beg.

That part wasn’t very large at all right then.

“Please Kathy. Oh God, please.”

Two of Kathy’s fingers slipped inside, pushing Jane higher, she was so close.

“What about Gillian? That’s why you brought her. You and me and her. Not knowing where one ends and the other begins.”

Jane’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, Kathy looming over her, larger than life. Or was it Sapphire? Kathy’s leg was moving against Jane’s in time with the thrusts.

“Y-Yes! God!”

“She’s here Jane,” Kathy whispered, that voice spreading over Jane like hot sweet oil. “She’s Alison’s slave. You didn’t give her a choice. You didn’t give her a choice when you came here did you?”

Jane didn’t know how to answer.

Kathy’s fingers curled inside the blonde, what little blood was left in Jane’s head rushing to lower parts of her body.

“I don’t think that’s very fair.”

Jane didn’t care. All she wanted was what Kathy’s fingers were doing to her.

“I’m going to let you have what you want Jane,” Kathy whispered. “I asked Gillian what she wanted. It took a while to make her say it. Did you even notice? I don’t think you did.”

Jane hadn’t. The two might have been saying anything and Jane wouldn’t have noticed. Her world was Kathy’s fingers and the whisper in her ears.

“She wants you to make her cum. You’ll get to cum when she does. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”

Jane nodded, gasping out her agreement. Anything so she could cum.

She could feel Gillian on the bed with them. Didn’t know when the redhead had joined them. Jane whimpered as Kathy’s fingers withdrew. Then her friend’s hand was under her arse, those fingers now entering her from behind. Kathy was flipping her over, Jane’s face burying itself in the redhead’s centre, her tongue probing. Jane didn’t know how but Kathy’s fingers stayed in her the whole time, the friction driving her insane.

She licked at Gillian’s opening, as Kathy’s fingers worked at her. She was doing what Kathy wanted. She had no control. Kathy had her on a string. Except that was wrong, Jane realized there weren’t any strings. There was just Kathy’s fingers, curling inside her, thrusting, driving her insane.

I’m her little finger puppet.

Her tongue thrust into Gillian.

Gillian was so wet. Jane wondered if Gillian was always wet, always wanting her Mistress. It didn’t matter. She tasted divine, Jane’s tongue was probing every fold, greedily lapping up the nectar. She heard Gillian moan as she devoured the redhead, her own moan echoing the sound as Kathy’s tongue replaced the raven-haired girl’s fingers, Jane’s knees spreading further.

Jane’s sucked at Gillian’s clit, her tongue lavishing attention on the bud. There was a glowing line between her tongue and her clit. She wanted Gillian to cum, needed her to.

Cum, please cum.

Jane was sucking, kissing, licking as if her life depended on it. Only Alison had ever had her wanting anything more. Her teeth gently crushed Gillian’s clit, the touch sending fire racing to her brain. She could feel the redhead buck underneath her. As her tongue swirled around the engorged nub Jane slipped two fingers inside the girl, licked harder.

Gillian’s muscles clamped on Jane’s fingers as the redhead came, Gillian crying out in bliss.

Jane felt Kathy’s tongue flick across her clit as her world finally exploded.

She slumped onto the bed, felt Kathy sliding on top of her as the aftershocks coursed through her. Kathy’s fingers slipped across her opening.

“You begged for that Jane. This time I’m going to make you scream.”

Jane could barely walk when she and Gillian left Kathy’s flat, a smile on the raven-haired girl’s face as she waved them goodbye.

“Sorry, but I have to get ready now. I have an appointment tonight, so… If Alison’s busy for the rest of the day why don’t you ask Gillian what she wants to do? It’s only fair.”

“Um yeah right,” Jane managed. The hallway was swimming in and out of focus. She didn’t know how Kathy was so together. Jane wasn’t the only one who’d screamed. She could still taste the raven-haired girl on her tongue. From when she’d been between Kathy’s legs. Kathy had told her exactly what to do.

There’d been a lot of that.

She didn’t have to worry about Kathy.

“Oh, and ask Gillian about fire,” Kathy added as she closed the door.

“Fire?” Jane echoed, giving a head her shake to try to clear it.

“Kathy said something about not playing with it,” Gillian stated sheepishly, her eyes downcast.

Ah, Jane thought. She understood that message. Kathy had given her other messages as well. Kathy wasn’t the only one Jane had made scream. Very little of it had been Jane’s idea. But she wasn’t complaining

She looked at Gillian. With her open, vulnerable, expression and exotic outfit she was a mix of innocent and erotic. Kathy probably does have a point. Especially after the lectures I gave Alison.

“So Gillian what do you want to do?” Jane asked, finally feeling comfortable standing without the support of the wall.

“Umm,” the girl replied hesitantly, “can we go back to your place?”

Jane grinned. Kathy had been right. It was only fair to do ask the girl what she wanted.

And back at her place she could check on Meredith again. Keep a close on her eye. As close as she wanted.

She was going to have to talk to Alison about Meredith. But she’d want to have all the facts she could before she did.