Riona from the elevator, keeping her fingers laced through the belt loops of Riona’s jeans.
It was only at that moment that Riona realized she had never even been inside her delectable date’s abode. Who was this vivacious vixen and where did she come from? Were the answers within? Likely, yes, but looking at Lucy’s goods would sidetrack her. She was so not interested in being rerouted at the moment. Riona was a shaken soda can of sexual frustration, and if someone didn’t pop her top soon, she was going to explode. Besides, Riona’s own apartment door was right in view, the first on the left from the elevator shaft.
“Mine,” she breathed before she wrapped her arms back around Lucy and brought their lips together again.
Despite possessing ivory skin as soft and velvety as crème fraiche, there was a bit of brawn mixed in with Lucy’s beauty. As soon as they reached Riona’s door, she placed her hands on Riona’s shoulders, pinned her against the entryway and started to yank down the witch’s leather jacket, before covering her mouth once more. Riona fought the urge to let her hands wander under Lucy’s shirt, and instead, tried to pull her keys from the purse hanging off her shoulder like a magician trying to pull a rabbit from his hat. She had just felt the cold sting of metal against her fingers when the disembodied voice of Joan Jett sang out through the silence of the hall.
Lucy stopped on a dime and rolled her eyes as she growled, “Fuck me.”
Riona’s tongue quickly darted out and licked Lucy’s bottom lip playfully. “Exactly what I’m planning.”
Lucy pulled out of their embrace, but tapped her index finger on Riona’s nose. “Hold that thought, you minx. This won’t take but a second.” She tapped the phone’s screen, then put it to her ear, barking “What?”
Hoping they would pick right up where they left off, Riona turned to the door with keys in hand as Lucy talked on behind her.
“Oh, he did, hey? And just how did he… Really? … And how the hell did the bastard get past security? … Ha! Looks like Little G’s still got some tricks up his sleeve he’s been holding out from me. Well, we can’t let that type of behavior go unchecked now, can we? We have to squash this and squash it now.”
Lucy’s commanding tone was only turning on Riona more. The otherwise straight-laced statistician would admit she wasn’t opposed to a little role-playing on occasion. Unbidden, a vision of Lucy in a black tie and business suit, barking out orders to Riona donned up in a low-dip cardigan and high-rise miniskirt, suddenly filled her mind’s eye.
Her balloon, however, went flaccid when she heard Lucy finish her conversation with a, “No, just keep him there. I’ll be right down. I want to handle this personally.”
Riona bit her bottom lip as she turned around, trying her best not to let the disappointment broadcast across her face. Was this really going to happen to her twice in the span of an hour? Getting worked up to the point of almost breaking, just to be left high and anything but dry?
“You have to go?”
Lucy’s eyes filled with shame. “I’m so sorry. But that annoying employee? The one I told you about at lunch? He’s pulling shenanigans again, and I have to take care of it in person before all hell breaks loose.”
Riona mocked understanding, curling up like a Shrinky Dink. “It’s cool. We all have to make a living, right?”
“Right.” Lucy slipped her cell back in her pocket before sliding her hand behind Riona’s neck and pulling her in. “Maybe a little something to look forward to in the meantime…”
The intensity of this kiss was a ten point five earthquake in what heretofore had been slight tremors. Riona’s arms circled around Lucy and held onto her like a life raft in a sea of desire, as the latter’s other hand pulled up to Riona’s chest and caressed the hidden treasure concealed under a white, cotton blouse. The witch’s breasts pebbled instantly, sending a reverberating shock through her extremities. Maybe at least a quickie, Riona hoped. All too soon, Lucy pulled back and turned.
“Come back over tonight,” Riona commanded as she saw Lucy disappear back into the elevator.
Lucy’s response, “Like you could keep me a…,” was cut off by the closing of the elevator shutting and the slow sink of the sliver of light between the doors.
Holy fish sticks.
Still breathless, Riona closed the door