Bonded Bk. 02: Lesbian Seduction

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: blackmailed, dirty_talk, female_orgasm, fingering, lesbian,
lesbian_seduction, lesbian_sex, loud_orgasm, orgasm, public_sex

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonded-bk-02-lesbian-seduction


Recap: Emily and her best friends, Jessica and Sarah, are bonded
together for life. Not just from the implicit trust they have for
another, but from the dramatic and violent event they unknowing are
approaching in their lives. One night a friendly lesbian rivalry stirs
up competition between the three college seniors to see who could be
the first to seduce a straight woman before they leave for spring break
next week.

_Bonded: Lesbian Seduction_

_Thursday_

"Hey, how much is a lap dance from you, huh?" The man in the black
hoody chuckled.

"Shit- I'll pay double if you want to come back to my car." His red
shirted friend added.

"Look at her, she's thinkin' bout it!" The third moron friend yelled.

/Apparently, it was retard night The Katz Strip Club tonight,/ Sarah
thought.

She rubbed her temple and wished she had taken more aspirin before
coming to work. The wine hangover she woke up with this morning refused
to leave her no matter how much water she drank. It was fine. Dealing
with assholes was nothing new for Sarah. She had been working security
for X5 Security for almost a year now and the last 10 months she had
been contracted out for security at this strip club. She thought it was
heaven at first. Getting an all access behind the scenes view to some
very attractive strippers every weekend. But she quickly realized the
cost was dealing with the many retards that strip clubs attracted.

/The punishment fits the crime.../

Today she was more dressed up than usual, too. Sarah's shoulder length
black hair was pulled back into a pony tail but she did take the time
to put on a light layer of eye shadow, mascara, and a faded lipstick.
She wanted to wear some of her hoop earrings but knew that would raise
too much suspicion for the novelty of the night she had planned
tonight. Instead she settled on her black sleeveless top she wore under
her black 'Security' hoody and a pair of slim blue jeans.

"Oh man, here she comes boys! Look fresh look fresh!" The red shirt in
the group bounced. He moved to the front of the line of 10-15 guys
waiting to get inside. Sarah looked at her watch and gave a nod to her
partner, Brian, and they walked over to the front of the line. Stone
faced; Sarah checked red shirt's ID while he flicked his tongue at her.
Kyle Greene the license read. Kyle wore a maroon patterned shirt that
was only buttoned half way so his large silver crucifix chain could be
seen.

She gave the ID back and Brian waved Kyle forward to pat him down but
Kyle retreated. "Na, uh uh. I want this fine lady to pay me down. Come
on, girl."

Brian glared at him, "dude, you about to get kicked the fuck up out
this place before even getting in."

"Whoa, man, chill the fuck out. You know I'm just-"

"Brian, I got him," Sarah gave her partner a nod. Brian furrowed his
brow as if to say, 'you sure?' Sarah just nodded and Brian let the man
pass by to where Sarah stood. "Turn around, arms out to the side."

Kyle did as he was told with a little dance of his skinny hips. "Now I
got a lot of weapons on me so make sure you check me real good."

Sarah patted his chest pockets, ankles, legs, then waistline and felt
nothing of interest. Kyle and his friends laughed and cheered as she
slid her hands down his thighs but stopped when Sarah swiftly ran her
hand up his inner thigh, chopping his groin with the top of her knife
hand hard.

"Oooo!"

"Oh, fuck!"

"Damn!" Kyle's friends all yelped as they backed away. Their friend
Kyle was down on his knee waiting as he cupped his balls.

"Nope, nothing down there," Sarah said hovering above Kyle's back. "Get
up and get inside!" Kyle gathered his license that had fallen when he
fell and limped away inside the club without another word

Sarah looked back at his now silent friends, "anyone else want a pat
down from me?" The friend's silence was all the answer she needed.

The strip club was just opening this Thursday night and they had a
'celebrity stripper' here to perform all weekend so the crowds were
larger than normal. After the first hour or so things began to slow
down at the door and most of the strippers had arrived for work. All
but one, actually.

/Where are you Tabitha?/

"Sarah, I swear either that poor boy's teeth snapped together or I
heard you crack one of his nuts," Brian laughed.

"I bet we won't have any problems from him later tonight," Sarah
smiled.

Brian shook his head, "hell no we won't, but he ain't gonna be having
any fun in there either." Brian laughed wiping tears from his eye,
"gave him blue balls before eve a stripper could."

Sarah shoved Brian's massive arm and watched his sway on the stool he
sat on. The man was built like a rock. Security was definitely his
calling at 6'3 and 400 pounds. Sarah couldn't believe he trusted that
rigidly stool he teetered on. Brian was by far her favorite to work
with. They had worked together for nearly 9 months now. He was older
and single but Sarah trusted him. He was kind of like an older brother
to her.

While Brian had worked security for most of his life and was his chosen
career, Sarah was only doing this to get the experience in the field.
She was a senior at Colorado College and majoring in Criminology.
Getting this degree felt like the last step in a life long goal of hers
to become a police officer. It had been a long time coming, so she
tried her best not to over do it any time a "Kyle" started giving her a
hard time. But sometimes you got to give a guy what they're asking for.

The engine of a clunker car held together by duct tape and glue roared
into the parking lot. One headlight out and four donut tires on it.
Sarah shook her head every time she saw the thing.

/Come on Tabitha, you could do so much better./

The car sat in front of the building for a long minute. Sarah and Brian
shared a knowing look. They knew if the engine on the ancient Honda
Civic was quieter and the windows were less tinted, they would be
hearing and seeing Tabitha in a shouting match with her boyfriend. It
was nothing new, just a different day.

"Woo..." Brian said glancing down at his watch. "Tabitha's runnen late
tonight."

"Yes, she is," was all Sarah added.

Finally, Tabitha shot out of the passenger seat, ripping her purse free
just as her boyfriend's Honda roared away nearly striking another car
when it bounced on the road. Tabitha huffed in anger as she walked up
to Brian and handed him her purse, then turned around, holding her arms
out to assume the position for Sarah. The quick fleeting look she gave
Sarah clearly raised suspicion in Brian's expression.

"And how are we doing tonight, Miss Tabitha?" Brian asked looking
through the items in her purse.

"Great, very great," Tabitha smiled at him. "And you?"

Brian waved her off, "Oh, you know any day I get to see your beautiful
smile I'm doing amazing." Tabitha beamed at Brian's kindness. Tabitha
wore a hoody and sweat pants over her bikini outfit. Sarah took the
time to search the pocket of each then lightly touch around her hips
before letting her go. Without giving Sarah a look Tabitha smiled at
Brian, took her purse, and went inside.

For several years The Katz club had a very bad wrap as far as strip
clubs went, especially in the Colorado Springs area. The police had
broken up and arrested several drug users and drug dealers. It was
widely known that you could buy and sell drugs to the strippers here
and for the right price some would even sleep with you.

When new ownership bought the club, last year is when Sarah's security
company she worked for began to be contracted for cleaning the place
up. They wanted a female security guard here most nights to keep an eye
on the dancers and search them when they enter. That's why Sarah got
all her hours on this contract and not other places like Brian did.
Half the staff had been fired over the last 12 months and the place had
really turned around. It was still a simple strip club, nothing fancy,
but no drug use or prostitution anymore.

Brian made a face after Tabitha went inside, "did something happen last
week when I was gone?"

"No, not that I know of. Why?" Sarah shrugged and pretended to not have
any idea what he was talking about.

"That girl barely even looked at you once. I thought you two were
tight?"

"Hm. I didn't notice," Sarah picked at her nails. "Maybe she's just
upset with her boyfriend."

Brian gave her a suspicious look and nodded agreeably. As the night
went on more patrons arrived and work ebbed and flowed as usual for the
most part. Sarah and Brian took turns doing laps on the inside looking
for any problems that might be getting drunker. They typically didn't
have much to do on the inside. There were bouncers on every wall. Big,
bald, muscle heads eager flex their muscles in front of the dancers any
time a customer over step the line.

No one was allowed to carry a firearm - owners rules, which bothered
Sarah more than Brian. But Brian had over 250 pounds on Sarah to give
him confidence. Twice when Sarah had first started working there, she
had seen a man stabbed in a fight in the parking lot. Both times it
ended up not being too serious of an injury, but if the guy had turned
the knife on her there was little, she could do but die. After the
second time was when Sarah began to bring her Glock 26 pistol to work
and just keep it in her trunk. It wasn't ideal but it was better than
having no options.

Around 1:30am on one of her walk throughs Sarah made eye contact with
Tabitha. She was hunched over two older gentlemen and laughing
obnoxiously at something they did while she collected their empties.
The two piece she wore was a navy blue and the bra could barely contain
her breasts. A recent breast enhancement is to thank for that. Tabitha
lost some of her laugh when she saw Sarah, but her seductive smile
widened. Sarah held up her hand and pointed to the employee bathroom as
if to say 'meet in 5 minutes there.' Tabitha nodded in agreement.

Sarah peaked her head out and saw Brian on his phone and smoking a
cigarette. "Hey, b," Sarah said. "The main acts done. It's slowly
starting to die in there. I'm going to take my break, alright?"

"For sure," he waived.

"I've got my radio on if you need me," Sarah added before going back
inside. She double checked the small radio clipped on her butt pocket
was on with the volume turned up before crossing the floor to enter the
employee bathroom.

Tabitha was waiting in the bathroom when Sarah came inside. It was a
roomy bathroom and remarkably clean for where they were. The new
management were obsessed with cleaning and making sure the bathrooms
were maintained. "A clean bathroom is a sign of a successful business,"
the owner would say while making finger guns at Sarah when she saw him.
No one ever found out what website or fortune cookie he heard that from
but everyone knew he took it seriously.

The bathroom looked and smelled as if it belonged in an expensive
house. Bright lighting, cream and mocha wall colors, and lavender air
freshener. Sarah never complained about the manager's cookie wisdom.
The sink would have been completely clean except for the line of white
powder Tabitha had sprinkled on the brim and was snorting up through
the thin roll of a $20 bill.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sarah snapped, clapping her palm against
her thigh.

Tabitha pinched her nose snorting some as her eyes widened and narrowed
several times. She shook a shiver down her back and wiped at her nose
with a smile, "what? It's not a secret any more so-"

Sarah crossed her arms shifting her weight, "the deal was I forget what
I saw last week if you do this for me tonight. Not that I give you a
forever pass to do coke here."

"Oh, come on," Tabitha smiled coyly as she inched closer. "It's not
that big of a deal. I just use it to get me in the mood, you know?" Her
thumb went from brushing her nose to tracing a line down her chest that
disappeared in her cleavage. "So, I can, do this, for you tonight." She
winked at Sarah as her fingers explored around Sarah's waistband to her
butt. Her thumbs hooked inside so they rubbed against Sarah's bare
skin. Tabitha pursed her lips like a child begging for a toy. "Maybe I
can just do it for you a little /harder/ to make up for it tonight..."

Sarah glared at at the wall across from her as Tabitha did what a
stripper did best. Seduced. She slid her hands up inside Sarah's hoody
and shirt rubbing her cold hands up the small of Sarah's back. Her
large perky breasts rubbed and grinded on Sarah's chest as Tabitha
cooed and breathed her hot breath inches over her neck.

/God dammit.../

It had bee over a week now since Sarah had walked into that very same
bathroom and caught Tabitha in the middle of snorting one of her lines
of cocaine off the sink. Sarah was overall loved by the dancers who
worked here. She never explicitly told them she was a lesbian but her
flirtatious way and wandering eyes gave her away enough. And the
dancers loved the famine attention over the brutish comments of the
usual men. They were very open and playful, flirting back. After all,
they were well known to dance and give private dances to other women
all the time. Straight or not, the dancers were quite flexible when it
served them.

It was Sarah's initial instinct to tell the manager and her supervisor
as she had in the past. She was the cause of two girls losing their
jobs which Sarah wasn't proud of, however, neither of those girls Sarah
was as close to as she was with Tabitha. Tabitha was her /work wife/
she always talked to and joked with. And she must've known of Sarah's
admiration because when Sarah went to leave the bathroom last week it
was the first plea Tabitha made.

"Please, please don't tell! I'll eat you out!" Tabitha had yelled
running between her and the door. "I'll finger you- lick your pussy-
anything! Just don't let me lose this job, please!"

Sarah left the bathroom unsure of herself. She didn't tell anyone about
the incident but she never approached Tabitha about her offer either.
She avoided her all together. The whole thing was morally gray to her
and she didn't know where she stood. Until This morning. Something
about the competition she and her best friends had made gave her the
confidence to text Tabitha and accept her offer. It was like when her
friends agreed to the competition, they also gave their approval for
Sarah to accept this sexual bribe. Like it was okay now.

"Ugh..." Sarah groaned to herself as she separated from Tabitha and
removed her radio and wallet, setting them down on the ledge of the
toilet paper dispenser. When she carefully balanced her phone against
the wall so it faced them, she worried Tabitha might have noticed.
Instead, when Sarah took off her baggy security hoody Tabitha pounced
on her from behind.

As the shorter girl, Tabitha strained to kiss and suck on the back of
Sarah's neck. Her hands slid under Sarah's arms and cupped her braless
breasts through her top. Sarah closed her eyes leaning her head
backwards as she licked her lips. Tabitha's hand rubbed down the top of
her nipples and made wide massaging circles on her breasts, pressing
them together. "Oh, yes..." Sarah whispered to herself. She felt
Tabitha's large breast squish into the middle of her back as Sarah
groped at Tabitha's thigh and ass behind her.

The feeling and constant friction over her nipple overwhelmed Sarah and
she felt the pleasure building in her stomach so much so it tickled the
bottom of her throat. It became too much. She turned around and pulled
her shirt off revealing her plump natural breasts. Sarah's skin was not
as tan or as well taken care of as Tabitha's, but she had an athletic
way about her. In Sarah's mind, strength and physical training to get
ready for the police academy took precedence over tanning beds and
moisturizers.

Sarah leaned her butt back against the handicap bar bolted to the wall
and pulled Tabitha towards her to kiss, but Tabitha moved her lips to
the side and began sucking on Sarah's neck instead. Tabitha's fingers
pinched onto both of Sarah's nipples sending jolts of electricity
through her. Combined with the warmth permeating through Sarah's neck
where she was being kissed, Sarah moaned a guttural pant. "Ohhhh...
fuck..."

This was all familiar territory for Tabitha as it was for most
strippers. And it showed in her confidence as she teased Sarah.
Strippers loved to give a little extra tease for the female customers
and management always seemed to be okay with it as long as no problems
ever arrived from it. Many nights while Sarah walked the floor, she'd
stop to watch Tabitha in the lap of some drunk lady in the audience
grinding on her lap and breathing down her neck. Sarah would have to
concentrate on not touching herself but she still felt how wet her
pussy lips became.

Unbeknownst to Tabitha, Sarah's hands were fast at work undoing her own
belt and jeans. Just as Sarah grabbed one of Tabitha's hand to pull
between her thighs, Tabitha pulled her head away some to see Sarah's
jeans and panties pulled halfway down her thighs and her exposed bald
pussy lips begging to be touched.

Tabitha quickly buried her face between Sarah's breasts kissing down
between them before making quick teasing licks on her hard nipple.
Sarah found some resistance in Tabitha's hand as she pulled it down
between her thighs. This was unknown territory for her. As Sarah pulled
Tabitha's hand between her legs and felt her fingers slide between her
wet lips, she groaned, "ohhhmmm... yess..."

Tabitha's fingers slowly tested the waters, sliding a middle finger
back and forth along her pussy lips. It was a tease for Sarah that
drove her wild.

/Surely, she had touched herself before but as a straight woman this
was her first time touching another woman's hot drenched pussy./

Something about being a woman's first fingering made it even hotter for
Sarah. She normally wasn't into the whole dom/control things, but
Tabitha having to do whatever Sarah wanted definitely added something.

Sarah pulled on Tabitha's wrist and felt two fingers jab into her own
pussy. "Ahhh, mmm!" Sarah cried out. Thankful for the vibrating bass of
music outside the bathroom door. "Oh, finger me. Finger me, yes!"

Past the point of no return, Tabitha committed herself and Sarah felt
Tabitha's hand began to pump fingers up inside her. "Oh fffuck...
oh...yes!"

Sarah pulled Tabitha's dirty blond hair back into a ponytail that Sarah
could hold in a fist as she fed her nipple to her. When Tabitha's
hesitant lips closed around Sarah's nipple, she began to lose track of
her breath, her mind, her body...

Tabitha giggled a hum, probably because she felt Sarah's pale thighs
tremble uncontrollably around her hand as she finger fucked her friend.

"Jesus... Christ! Ughahhhmmm!" Sarah's thighs partially gave out as a
dizzy spell over took her. The orgasm that corsed through her sent her
eyes rolling backwards and Sarah grasping at Tabitha's body for
balance.

When the world around Sarah came back into focus, she was panting and
catching her breath as Tabitha giggled and backed away. Tabitha did
something over the sink and by the time Sarah had the wherewithal to
look she saw Tabitha snort another line of cocaine.

"Goddammit, Tabitha!" Sarah yelled and shoved Tabitha away from the
sink and her second line of coke she had ready for herself. Tabitha
slipped and fell into a seated position on the closed lid of the
toilet.

"What? Deals a deal, right?" Tabitha smiled. "Hey! Don't-"

Sarah smacked the last of the cocaine down the drain of the sink.
Tabitha shouted. "What the hell, man? We had a deal."

"One, that wasn't the deal. And the next time I see you use coke here I
will get you fired," Sarah boomed standing over Tabitha who still sat
on the toilet lid. "Second, we're not done. We still got 10 minutes on
our break."

Tabitha made a grumpy face and raised an eye brow, "what do you want
now?"

Sarah gently nudged the inside of Tabitha's ankle with her ankle,
"spread your legs."

"Wait- what? Me?" Tabitha's eyes went wide with concern.

Sarah's fingers swirled messy, slow, titillating circles on Tabitha's
pussy lips through her thin laced panties.

"Mmmm- I thought you just wanted mmmme to do things to you? Ahmm..."
Tabitha struggled to speak as she strained against the pleasure she
felt. Sarah loved to watch the torture in her face as she fingered near
her clit. Sarah was straddling one of Tabitha's thighs where she sat on
the toilet lid. With Tabitha's legs pulled open wide, Sarah was hunched
over her with a devious smile on her face. "I don't know- I don't think
ahhh!"

Sarah slipped her hand inside her panties and slid her middle finger
down the length of her bald pussy lips until her palm was flat against
Tabitha's clit and she could hook her middle finger inside her warm and
wet pussy.

"Mmm...your pussy thinks it wants this mmm..." Sarah said coyly. Her
middle finger scooped large circles inside her pussy while Sarah
grinded her palm gently back and forth into Tabitha's clit.

"Ughhhfaa! Mmmahh! Hmmm! Hmm!" Tabitha groaned. Sarah watched her body
tighten and loosen contorting as she pressed her forehead into Sarah's
shoulder. Sarah could smell the strawberry conditioner in her hair
mixing with the wild berry perfume she wore. Sarah could not help but
smile at how sensitive she was. How close she was to cumming already.
How much of a lesbian slut Sarah was making out of this straight girl
stripper.

"That's it... you like that? Huh?" Sarah asked as her middle finger
fucked Tabitha's pussy. Her palm smacking her clit hood with every deep
penetration. Tabitha's panties bouncing and stretching as she fingered
her harder.

"Ohgah... I'm- I'm gunna cum... ... ...oh shit!" Tabitha screamed as
her toes curled and her hands clasped around Sarah's arm. She squeezed
Sarah's firm bicep between her thick tits and held it there as her
entire body heaved and her juices dripped on Sarah's hand.

Sarah continued to slowly finger and massage Tabitha's pussy gently and
tenderly as she felt her grip loosen. She still made high pitched coos
every time Sarah pushed inside her.

When Tabitha finally leaned back Sarah pushed her mouth onto Tabitha's.
The kiss was so passionate and forced on Tabitha's surprised lips she
couldn't escape it. Sarah made a long lap across the roof of Tabitha's
mouth that she even felt Tabitha give in and kiss back for a brief
moment before Sarah pulled away.

Pulling her panties and jeans back on, Sarah got dressed again and
Tabitha quietly adjusted herself. Tabitha probably thought they were
done for good, but Sarah knew this was only a pause in their sexual
exploration of each other.

/After all, I still have one more to go with her to win./

Sarah took her phone down and stopped the video recording. Clipping on
her radio and pulling her hoody back down, Sarah looked at Tabitha who
gathered her small purse by the sink. "Remember, no more drugs in here,
okay? That goes for your fucking boyfriend, too."

Tabitha nodded and sighed.

"You shouldn't be doing that shit anyways," Sarah added. "And what was
that going on with your boyfriend anyways when you got dropped off? Is
he the one getting you the stuff?"

"No, don't worry about it." Tabitha snapped suddenly. Looking at her
phone she groaned and stuffed it back in her purse. "I'm late. I've
gotta get back on the floor."

Tabitha stormed out of the bathroom and Sarah left a short time later.
Sarah was shocked last week to see her friend using coke in the first
place, but the frequency she used on her break was even more worrisome.
Tabitha was always more of a party girl, but she seemed pretty
responsible. Using that much and getting as upset as she did might mean
this using is more than occasional usage.

"Have a good break?" Brian asked when she came outside.

"Yeah... yeah, anything happen?"

"Na, they all coming out now slowly," Brian stood. "I'm going to get
mine in before we close the doors."

"Alright," Sarah said as Brian went to his car for his break. A few
guys came outside laughing and went to their cars as well. Sarah was in
a daze. She wanted to be reminiscing being fingered by Tabitha or
imagining eating her out next time. Instead there was a lingering since
of worry that bogged Sarah's mind.

/Just how bad was her addiction?/

Story Tags: blackmailed; dirty%20talk; female%20orgasm; fingering;
lesbian; lesbian%20seduction; lesbian%20sex; loud%20orgasm; orgasm;
public%20sex

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