The XXX Connection: Twist of Fate — Indy McDaniel

After waking up mostly nude and hung over in the middle of the park just before sunrise, Jade’s mood was deadly.  She’d gotten back to her house before suffering too many burns but had to wait through the long day before getting the chance to go out and find someone to take out her annoyances on.  The plucky Goth with the up-beat attitude seemed to be just right for Jade’s misplaced vengeance.  She employed her flirting and seduction techniques on the young Goth – whose name was Germaine – and when that all failed, Jade just decided to use her extensive bank account to keep feeding the girl drinks.

“You don’t usually hit on chicks, do you?” Germaine commented, a drunken slur to her words.

Jade took a sip of her Bloody Mary.  “Is it that obvious?”

The Goth laughed and nodded.  “It is.  It really is.”  She placed a hand on Jade’s thigh and gave her a wink.  “But I’m willing to overlook your clumsy attempts at getting me into bed and take you to bed anyway.”

Jade lifted an eyebrow.  “Really?”

“It’s the least I can do for all the free booze,” Germaine shrugged.  “Besides, it’s been a while.  I could use a good lay.  But I’ll settle for an awkwardly sloppy inexperienced lay.”

Jade couldn’t help laughing at the Goth’s comment.  “Fair enough.”  She eyed the woman as she sipped at her drink.  She looked tasty enough.  With a bit of a buzz going, her thoughts wandered from taking out her pent up aggression to doing more pleasant things to the woman.  She wasn’t completely inexperienced with members of the same sex.  She hadn’t been a bloodsucker long enough to rack up nearly the amount of interesting encounters as some other vamps, but being a teenager for the latter half of the seventies with a couple of hippie parents had exposed her to more than a few wild things.

Still, it had been a while.  And the last experience she’d had with another woman hadn’t exactly ended the way she’d expected.  Specifically, she’d wound up turned.  The sex hadn’t been bad and being a vampire wasn’t all brooding and hiding from the sun.  There were perks.  Everlasting perkiness was definitely one of them.

Despite that, the experience had put her off the whole banging chicks thing for a while.  Jade counted back the years.  Shit, she thought.  Twenty-two damn years.  I wonder if it’s changed.  What are the girls doing to each other these days?  She looked across to Germaine and smirked.  Guess I’ll find out.

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Germaine took Jade back to her apartment.  She liked the woman, despite her less than stellar pick-up lines and her chilly hands.  She doubted there was anything long term between them, but with a hellish breakup not too far behind her, Germaine wasn’t looking for long term.  A night of sweaty hijinks with no emotional attachment sounded pretty awesome.  She just hoped Jade wasn’t the clingy type.

Germaine’s place was small and a bit cluttered but not dirty.  The first thing Jade noticed was the number of high tech gadgets lying about – some finished, some in a state of semi-construction.  “What’s all this?”

“Oh,” Germaine said, laughing a bit.  “I’m kinda an inventor.  A tinkerer of sorts.  I’m pretty good at building shit outta other shit.  MacGyver with fishnets and black eyeliner, that’s me.”

“Very cool,” Jade nodded, genuinely admiring the Goth’s talent.  “I do a bit of tinkering myself.  Only more software than hardware.”

“Really?”  Germaine’s eyes lit up with interest.  “We should swap notes sometime.  Could never get the hang of software.  If my hands aren’t scuffed up and greasy, I’m totally lost.  Besides, coding bores the shit outta me.”

Jade felt – not for the first time since meeting Germaine – reservations about what she intended to do.  Sure, she’d gotten fucked over – quite literally – but that was no excuse to take it out on someone else.  Especially when that someone else was really very cool.  “We should,” she agreed.  “Coding’s not so bad, but you have to be a certain type of person, I think.  It’s not for everyone.”

“Very true,” Germaine agreed, reaching over to snatch one of Jade’s chilly hands.  “But we’re not here to wax technological all night.  Maybe next time.”  She led Jade through her apartment to the bedroom, pushing the door shut behind them.

The room was lit with a red bulb, casting jagged shadows across each of them.  Jade looked around, noticing far fewer gadgets lying about.  The bed – a black sheet smoothed over the top of it – took up the majority of the small room.  “I like being able to spread out,” Germaine commented, moving over to a digital stereo and popping on some mood music.  She turned back to Jade with a grin.  “Not having second thoughts, I hope.”

Jade returned the smile.  “Not even a little bit.”  Even though, technically, she was.  I can grab a meal afterwards, she decided.

“Good.”  Germaine made her way back over and leaned in, kissing Jade.  The kiss was soft at first but quickly grew deeper.  Jade gasped as Germaine cupped one of her breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze.  The vampiress slipped a hand around the Goth, her fingers moving over the leather of her miniskirt to give her perky ass a squeeze.

Germaine moaned into Jade’s mouth.  Her hand moved up, hooking into Jade’s dark blue halter top and pulling it down to expose her breasts.  She broke away from Jade’s lips and kissed down her neck to her chest.  Jade purred as Germaine’s teeth dragged against her nipple, biting playfully.  The Goth’s hands dropped down to Jade’s dark slacks, working them open so she could slip a hand down the front of her panties.

Germaine nipped harder on Jade’s nipple as her fingers slid into the folds of her pussy.  She pushed her lips apart and stroked against Jade’s clit, gaining another moan from the vampire.  Germaine smiled as she felt Jade’s crotch moisten with arousal.  She worked a finger inside her warm slit, wiggling it back and forth.

The spikes of pleasure shooting through Jade awoke her predatory instincts.  She wanted control, and she took it.  She hooked her hands under Germaine’s arms, pulled her up, and shoved her towards the bed.  Germaine let out a startled yelp at the sudden force which transformed into a giggle as she flopped back onto her bed.  Jade advanced, moving to her knees and yanking Germaine’s miniskirt down her legs.  She dragged the Goth’s panties down and dove face first into her crotch.  It had been a while, but she found it wasn’t unlike riding a bike.

Germaine’s eyes widened as Jade’s tongue fluttered against her clit.  She sucked in a lungful of air and let it out in a low groan, bucking her hips up against Jade’s face.  Any concern she’d had that her chosen lover of the evening was inexperienced faded and a rising tide of ecstasy replaced it.  She reached down, gripping a fistful of Jade’s long, brown hair with one hand while tugging her shirt up with the other.  Tugging at the cups of her bra, Germaine’s tits spilled free.  She gripped one, squeezing it and rolling her pierced nipple between her fingers.

A gush of warm juices flowed into Jade’s mouth as she brought the squirming Goth to climax.  She moved back, licking her lips.  Yep, she thought proudly.  I’ve still got it.

Covered in sweat with her thighs still twitching from the orgasm, Germaine sat up and tugged Jade into her bed.  “Finish getting naked,” she ordered, giving the woman a hasty kiss – tasting herself on Jade’s lips – before breaking away and leaning over to her nightstand.  She pulled out her most prized invention.  It wasn’t anything too complex, but that didn’t make it any less impressive as far as Germaine was concerned.

Jade wiggled out of her panties and tossed them aside before slipping her halter top over her head.  She looked to Germaine, who was also stripping down.  She slipped a hand down to rub between her legs, admiring the Goth’s pale buttocks.  She noticed the contraption Germaine had taken from the nightstand.  “What is that thing?”  It had straps, a thick pack attached to one end and a phallic-shaped device attached to the other.  She’d seen strap-ons before, but this looked different.

“This?” Germaine asked, slipping her legs into the straps and pulling it up to her waist.  She tightened the straps and turned to face Jade, the fake rubber cock protruding from her crotch.  “This is my Sybian strap-on.”

Jade lifted an eyebrow.  “Your what now?”

Germaine giggled.  “You’ll see.  Get on your hands and knees and show me that cute little ass.”

Intrigued by the possibilities of Germaine’s device, Jade did as she was told.  Germaine climbed onto the bed behind her, slipping between her legs and guiding the tip of the rubber phallus to Jade’s glistening cunt.  She slowly worked the specialized dildo into the vampiress.  Jade let out a soft moan.  “That feels nice.”

“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet,” Germaine replied, a wicked grin on her face.  She reached around to the battery pack on the back of the strap-on.  She’d managed to miniaturize the engine and power source of a typical Sybian to make it a bit more portable and a hell of a lot more interactive.  Sure, it only lasted for about twenty minutes before needing a recharge, but she’d never needed to use it longer than that.

Germaine’s fingers found the power dial at the back of the strap-on.  “Get ready for some major orgasmic bliss,” she warned Jade.

“Wha – ?”  Jade’s question ended abruptly, transforming into a surprised groan as Germaine flicked the dial up to half power.  “Oh, shit…”

Germaine laughed, amused by Jade’s reaction to the pleasant vibrations of the strap-on.  She worked her hips, thrusting slowly into Jade.  She kept the Sybian at medium intensity for moment, letting the woman get used to the sensations.  She didn’t want to blow her mind completely.

Not yet, at least.

Jade shuddered through an orgasm.  She’d played with vibrators before.  She had a particularly good one that she enjoyed on lonely nights when there wasn’t anything decent on TV.  But Germaine’s contraption was something else entirely.  The vibrations were far stronger, working through her with unrelenting steadiness.  Her chest heaved as her moans grew in volume.  Her hands reached out, searching for something to grip.  She found the headboard and clamped her fingers around the top of it, bucking back against the Goth fucking her so thoroughly.

Deciding it was time to show Jade exactly what her toy was capable of, Germaine reached back to the dial.  She timed things perfectly.  As she thrust forward, she flipped the dial to the highest power setting.  Jade’s moans became screams in an instant.  She pushed her face into the bed, muffling her cries as a chain of orgasms ripped through her.  Germaine drove into her with powerful thrusts, adding to the already mind numbing euphoria ravaging Jade.

By the time the Sybian strap-on ran out of juice, Jade was a quivering mess.  Clicking the device off and slipping out of Jade’s slippery slit, Germaine flopped down beside her lover.  Jade absently acknowledged Germaine snuggling up beside her.  She forced herself to roll onto her back, although her twitching, exhausted muscles protested.

“Not so chilly now,” Germaine remarked with a grin, leaning in to kiss Jade on the lips.

“Jesus,” Jade finally forced out, once she figured out how to talk again.

Germaine laughed.  “You can just call me Lordess of Fuck.”

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Indy McDaniel lives in Florida and has been writing stories since he figured out how to scrawl letters onto dead trees. He’s been featured in such anthologies as ‘Fem-Fangs’, ‘Leather, Denim & Silver’, ‘How the West Was Wicked’, and ‘Sinisterotica’. If you’re interested in reading more of his erotic works, check out http://deathstalker.libriserotica.com/. His Twitter handle is @steelcorpfilms.