Ronnie sat at the bar, pointing at her empty glass. The bartender with the barbed wire tattoo around her arm came over and poured out another drink for her. Ronnie smiled and nodded as she took another swig.
Ronnie was hanging out at Maddie’s, the lesbian bar that she and Jolene made as their favourite hangout. Ronnie was chatting with Lauren, a girl they saw there frequently. Jolene was off having a laugh with some of the other women at another table.
“How was the wedding?” asked Lauren, trying to be heard over the noise.
“God, it was awesome,” gushed Ronnie. “Jo was threatening to wear a tuxedo, but I think she was just teasing. Besides, she more girly than I am, and she wanted a proper dress this time.” She got her phone out and scrolled through her photo album. “Look!” She leaned over and let Lauren see the portrait shots.
“Oh, wow!” exclaimed Lauren. “You two look great!”
“Yeah, and my dad was super excited to walk me down the aisle,” said Ronnie with a smile. “I was lucky he liked Jolene so much.”
“Where did you end up going after?” asked Lauren.
“The Cook Islands,” replied Ronnie. “Swear to God, I never heard of the place until Jo suggested it. I have a ton of pictures on there.”
Lauren swiped through, her mouth wide as she saw the pristine beaches. “Man, that is nice!” She swiped over as her eyes bugged out. “Oh my God, Ronnie! That’s a bikini?”
Ronnie leaned over, then laughed when she saw it. “Oh, yeah. I figured I would try to get a little sun.”
“Is that thing even legal to wear outside?” Lauren could not get her eyes torn away from the phone.
“Well, there was one woman who didn’t seem to mind,” said Ronnie flirtatiously as she took another sip of her drink. “I mean, for those few times we actually left the hotel room.”
Lauren laughed as she gave Ronnie back her phone. “Post some of those photos,” she suggested.
Ronnie was about to take another drink when she felt an arm reach around her neck, as if holding her in a choke hold. The hold was gentle, but still creeped her out. At first she just assumed it was Jolene, but she glanced down and saw the tattoo along the forearm.
“Uh, hi?” said Ronnie, still looking forward. “Can I help you?”
“I’ve been watching you all night,” the woman whispered into Ronnie’s ear. “Maybe we can get away and talk?”
Ronnie went to turn around on her stool, which made the stranger break her grip on Ronnie. Lauren watched on, unsure of what to do.
“First off, don’t put your hands on people when they haven’t asked, okay?” Ronnie kept her cool but was clearly annoyed. “Second, I’m here with someone, and she wouldn’t appreciate you putting your hands on me. So, how about you get lost?”
The woman smiled. She had bright pink hair buzzed down and a heavy build. She was dressed with a denim sleeveless vest with chains hanging off of it. She leaned in and put her hand on the bar, leaning her arm near Ronnie. “Baby, she sounds like a bit of an idiot for leaving you alone in a place like this.”
“Well, let’s find out, then,” responded Ronnie, raising her hand and looking off in the distance. Within a few seconds, Jolene walked up and looked the woman over. The strange woman stood up and moved her arm away.
“Darling?” said Jolene. “Is everything all right here?”
Ronnie pointed to the pink-haired woman. “She’s bothering me.”
Jolene furrowed her brow, then turned to the pink-haired woman. “I suggest you find your companionship elsewhere,” stated Jolene, then gave the woman a shove on her shoulder. The woman stumbled back two steps.
Jolene turned her attention to Ronnie. “Are you all right, dear?”
Ronnie was about to reply when she saw the fist strike Jolene in the face. Jolene stumbled down, almost knocking Lauren off her stool. Jolene held her face as she slumped down onto the floor.
Ronnie’s mouth hung open as she saw the pink-haired woman holding up her fists. The woman did not appear in fantastic shape, but she did appear to be stocky enough to pack a punch.
“Fuckin’ vanity muscles,” the woman teased.
Ronnie snarled as she grabbed for her glass. “You fuckin’ bitch!” She tried to toss the glass at the woman’s head. The pink-haired woman ducked in time before the glass made contact, instead hitting the bar floor. Ronnie stood up and swung her arms wildly at the woman.
Lauren spun around and then back to Ronnie. “Cobra’s coming!”
Cobra was the two hundred and fifty pound bouncer at Maddie’s. Jolene would have never messed with her on her best day. Cobra stomped over and grabbed Pink Hair by the arm, pinning her still. “You’re outta here,” she declared in her deep voice.
Ronnie got down on her knees to help up Jolene. Jolene was crying and holding the left side of her face.
“You too,” said Cobra to Ronnie.
“Hey, we didn’t do anything!” Ronnie got Jolene to her feet. The bartender came over with a white towel. Ronnie put it to Jolene’s face to catch the blood.
“Out,” said Cobra.
Cobra threw Pink Hair out, then made sure that Ronnie and Jolene were gone as well. Ronnie continued to hold onto Jolene as they walked out to the curb. “You can come back in three months,” said Cobra. “I see you before that, I’ll do worse.”
Pink Hair stood thirty feet away, holding up two middle fingers. “I’m gonna get you bitches,” she warned. “Fuck with my bar? You better watch yourselves.” She turned and walked off.
Ronnie called for a ride share, then looked at Jolene’s eye. “It’s still bleeding,” Ronnie said. “Keep it held on.”
What shocked Ronnie the most was just how quickly Jolene was victimized. She was too used to Jolene being such a great pillar of strength, and was able to intimidate most people.
The ride share came and took them off to the hospital. Ronnie had Jolene sit in the waiting room as she filled out all of the paperwork. Ronnie grumbled as the nurse asked where Jolene’s husband was.
The two of them were led into a clinic room where they were left to wait. Ronnie did her best to try to console Jolene, who would not stop crying.
After a long wait, the doctor came into the room. Ronnie stared as he came in with his clipboard. “Oh no,” she mumbled.
Dr. Applebaum put his hands on his hips in mock surprise. “Well, well! If it isn’t my little wrestling duo!” He went over to Jolene and looked at her face. “You know, if you two are having issues, I can recommend a good therapist.”
“I didn’t do this to her!” Ronnie folded her arms. “Some crazy woman tried to hit on me, then punched Jolene!”
The doctor got out his pocket flashlight, then gently got Jolene to remove the bar towel. Dr. Applebaum clicked his tongue. “Well, not too bad, but I am going to have to stitch it.”
Jolene looked horrified. “What will happen to my face?”
The doctor looked at the ceiling and shrugged. “Well, if you’re worried about a scar, I doubt it will be noticeable. Besides, I have this handy glue we use now.”
Dr. Applebaum set to work cleaning and sterilizing the wound, then used the surgical glue to seal the skin. He placed gauze and tape over it to hold it in place.
“What about her eye?” asked Ronnie. “Is she going to have shiner?”
“Yeah, there might be some swelling and discoloration, if she really got her bell rung like you said,” replied Dr. Applebaum. He got Jolene a hand mirror to examine his work. “Should be about a week to heal. The glue will just fall right off.”
Jolene looked at her own reflection, still despondent from the attack earlier. “Thank you,” she muttered, still holding back tears.
Ronnie got Jolene home, then got her into bed. It was two in the morning, and Ronnie was tired and angry at what had happened. She was trying her best not to show it, and she had to remind herself that Jolene was not at fault for what happened.
Jolene laid in bed, her face pressed against the pillow so that it would not disturb the bandage on her cheek. Ronnie rolled beside her and rubbed Jolene’s back, trying to be as comforting as possible. Ronnie eventually fell asleep, although she could still hear Jolene whimpering.
The next day, Jolene hung around the house in her pyjamas. Ronnie was busying herself with cleaning up the house.
That afternoon, Ronnie got on her sweats. “I’m going to the gym,” she announced to Jolene, who was huddled up on the couch with her head cocked off to the side and staring at nothing.
Ronnie sighed. “Look, Jo-Bear, I know you’re upset about what happened at the bar. We just have to wait it out, and they’ll let us back.”
Jolene had mist in her eyes. “You don’t understand,” she mumbled. “I was supposed to protect you. I failed.”
“Hey, she got in a cheap shot, okay?” retorted Ronnie. “Fuck that dyke bitch! You’ll be ready for her next time, if we ever see her again.”
Jolene did not move from the couch. Ronnie fixed her gym back slung over her arm. “I’ll be back soon, okay? I’ll pick you up a coffee on the way home.” She was about to leave when she turned and ran over to kiss Jolene on the top of the head. “I love you.”
Jolene did not respond. Ronnie blasted a huff out of her nose and left.
The gym was packed as usual for a Saturday afternoon. Ronnie tried to immerse herself in her routine. After twenty minutes she saw Carol come in. Although Ronnie had little to say to her, she still wanted to stay on friendly terms for her wife’s sake.
Ronnie went up to Carol. “Hi,” she said, trying to sound enthused. “Remember me?”
Carol’s face lit up. “Oh, hi Ronnie!” She went in for a quick hug, which Ronnie accepted with some stiff body language. “How’s married life? Come on, let’s go sit at the juice bar.”
The two of them went over and got smoothies, which Carol was gracious enough to pay for. The two of them sat and chatted.
“Um, so Jolene’s not doing so well right now,” Ronnie reported. “She was attacked last night at Maddie’s.”
Carol looked like she was going into berserker mode. “Who did it?” Ronnie did a small hop in her chair when she heard Carol growl in her deep voice.
“Look, it was just some bitch who wouldn’t keep her hands to herself.” Ronnie realized who she was talking to after saying it. “Oh, I mean…you know how it is.”
Carol nodded. “I get what you’re saying. I consider Jolene a friend, you know.” She sat and pondered. “What happened to her?”
“She got a deep cut on her cheek.” Ronnie ran her finger along her own face to show where Jolene was hit. “She has some bad bruising. Actually it was close to where her ex-husband broke her skull before.” Ronnie twisted her lips. “Hmm. Maybe she’s having some weird flashbacks to that.”
“Look, she tends to get pretty depressed easily,” warned Carol. “She needs to do something more empowering. I can e-mail her to get in touch with a friend of mine. She teaches self-defense classes. Might be able to build up her confidence a bit.”
Ronnie nodded and half-smiled. “Okay, that might help. Thanks, Carol!” The two of them got up and tossed out their cups.
Ronnie was going off to the locker room to shower and change. “Hey, Ron,” Carol called out. “Make sure she feels better tonight, okay? Give her some of the good stuff.”
Ronnie did a sputtering laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Carol winked. “That would take my mind off things.”
Ronnie came home with the specialty coffee, as well as a chicken dinner from Jolene’s favourite restaurant. She doted over Jolene as she watched her eat.
“How are you feeling now?” Ronnie reached out to touch Jolene’s hands.
Jolene swallowed and nodded. “This was nice, dear. Thank you.”
Ronnie leaned back in her chair, then smiled. “Let’s go to bed.”
“It’s awfully early, dear,” Jolene mentioned.
Ronnie got up, then took Jolene by the hand and pulled her toward the hallway. “Nooo!” pleaded Jolene. “I’m a mess!”
Ronnie continued pulling her wife to the bedroom. Jolene relented, then meandered over to the bed and flopped down on her stomach. “Okay, here I am,” she said into the duvet.
Ronnie surprised Jolene by grabbing her pyjama bottoms and panties and tearing them off all in one go. “Ronnie!” shrieked Jolene. She flopped over onto her back and covered her pussy with her hand. “What has gotten into you?”
Ronnie wasted no time in burying her face in Jolene’s crotch, lapping away. Jolene instinctively clutched her thighs together in shock, then began to loosen up. Ronnie tied off her hair with an elastic band as she licked away at Jolene’s twat.
Jolene looked up at the ceiling as she felt the smooth caress of Ronnie’s tongue on her love pipe. She snarled and panted as she watched Ronnie performing her magic. “Oh God,” she moaned. “What…what brought this on?”
Ronnie got up on her knees and wiped her mouth, panting heavily. “I wanted to try to match what we did on our honeymoon,” she said, smiling. She leaned in, grabbing the buttons on Jolene’s top and getting it undone. Jolene had the top hanging off of her shoulders as her tits hung out in full view.
“Fuck yeah,” cheered Ronnie. “Look at my sexy-ass girl!” She slapped her hands together and gestured for Jolene to come forward. “Come on! Get my clothes ripped off!”
Jolene got up on her knees as well, then pulled Ronnie in for a deep kiss. Ronnie reached down and felt up Jolene’s tits.
“Come on, bitch!” Ronnie cackled as she gave Jolene a quick slap on the ass.
Jolene had a stern look on her face. She pushed Ronnie down on her back and grabbed onto Ronnie’s shorts. She pulled them off with great force as Ronnie howled with laughter. “Fuck yeah! Woo!” Ronnie was ebullient as she saw her lover enjoying herself again.
“Gimme those panties,” Jolene commanded with force in her voice. Ronnie flipped over onto her stomach while Jolene reached in and yanked them off. Jolene gave her a playful slap on the ass as Ronnie squealed.
Ronnie got up on her knees with her back to Jolene as she yanked off her t-shirt and undid her bra, tossing both to the floor. She looked over her shoulder. “Come get it.”
Jolene grabbed her from behind and sucked on Ronnie’s neck. Ronnie moaned and giggled as she felt the warm breath of her sexual conqueror. Jolene got her legs up to clutch Ronnie’s thighs as her hands wandered all over.
“Felling better, love?” whispered Ronnie.
Jolene nodded. “I needed this. Thank you, dearest.”
Ronnie reached up to hold onto Jolene’s neck, while Jolene felt up Ronnie’s soft breasts. “I want to scissor,” said Jolene.
Ronnie rolled onto her back and got her legs propped up. Jolene got into position, then pressed her pussy up to Ronnie’s. Jolene loved the feel of the warmth and wetness on her own lips.
Jolene humped furiously as Ronnie held onto Jolene’s thighs. “Do it, baby,” Ronnie gasped. Jolene stepped up the pace as the sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room.
“I need you, darling,” Jolene moaned as she fell on top of Ronnie. The two of them kissed as Jolene gripped onto Ronnie’s shoulders. Jolene pounded her pussy into Ronnie’s as the two of them wrestled tongues.
“Fuck me harder, babe,” Ronnie cheered on while Jolene cracked a smile. Jolene reached down and held onto Ronnie’s hips as she thrust away. “You want to get the toy, darling?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene gasped as she pushed the hair out of her eyes. “No, I don’t need that tonight!” She reached down and fiddled with herself. “I just want to cum hard.”
Ronnie got up on her knees and got next to Jolene, putting one arm around around her and kissing her wife as she rubbed her breasts. “Fuckin’ do it, then,” Ronnie whispered. “Cum for me. Please.”
Ronnie reached around and felt up Jolene’s ass while Jolene fingered her own pussy. Jolene squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forward, her mouth hanging open. Ronnie held her steady while she kissed Jolene’s neck. “Do it, baby,” Ronnie moaned. “My strong woman! Ooh, I love the way you look right now.”
Jolene leaned forward enough to steady herself with one arm while she stroked away with the other. Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s ass as she kissed her neck. Jolene’s orgasm hit her all at once. She collapsed onto the bed, rolling over on her belly. Ronnie yelled out as she climbed on top of Jolene. She banged her pussy down on Jolene’s ass as she grunted with each hump.
“Fuck yeah, you hot bitch!” Ronnie reached underneath Jolene and rubbed her sweaty boobs. She ground her clam into Jolene’s ass cheeks while she held onto Jolene’s shoulder with one hand.
Jolene got herself turned over while Ronnie stayed on top. Jolene sat up to kiss Ronnie while she stuck two fingers inside of her. Jolene pounded away at Ronnie’s box as fast as she could manage.
“I love you, dear,” Jolene whispered, her breath strained and heavy. Ronnie’s thighs quivered as she moved her hips up and down. Jolene flicked her two fingers in alternating patterns inside of Ronnie. Ronnie looked up at the ceiling and squealed.
“Oh, that’s it!” Ronnie clutched at the blanket as she felt the intensity build up in her. “I’m gonna…unh! I’m…oh fuck!” Ronnie squeezed her thighs together back and forth as she let out a series of gasps. Her lips pulled back and she squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm jolted through her. She settled down before rolling off of Jolene and laying next to her on the bed.
Jolene looked over at Ronnie, then rubbed her cheek. “Thank you, sweetie,” Jolene whispered as the two of them went in for a kiss.
The next day, Jolene received her invitation from Carol to meet at the gym. She was anxious to get back at it, and felt foolish for letting herself skip a Saturday. Ronnie was sleeping in late, so Jolene left her to rest and went nice and early.
Carol was waiting for her in the main lobby with someone new. She introduced her friend, Hyo. She was shorter than either Carol or Jolene, perhaps a little over five feet, but she was built with nice lean muscles and tanned skin. Jolene liked the way her eyes remained so fierce, even as she smiled. Hyo came dressed in a sports bra and leggings with pink neon tennis shoes.
Carol said goodbye to the two as she went to go to the weight room. Hyo stood and sized up Jolene, inspecting the bandage on her face.
“So you were in a fight recently, yeah?” asked Hyo.
Jolene reached up and touched the bandage. “Yes. I was humiliated at the bar, then we were banned for several months. I mean…” Jolene heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. “I couldn’t protect my own wife! I mean, look at me!” She held out her arms. “I was attacked by someone who clearly never works out.”
Hyo shook her head. “That doesn’t matter. You see how small I am? I make sure everyone who sees me in a room that I’m no one to mess with.” She put her fists on her hips. “Let me ask you—are you looking to get into a fight the first thing when you see this girl?”
Jolene looked down and rubbed the back of her head. “Maybe. Yes.”
Hyo gave a half-smirk. “Good! Fuck that bitch, I say.”
“Wait,” said Jolene. “You’re not going to try to teach me that fighting is wrong?”
Hyo sputtered. “Are you kidding? Who would take a fighting class from someone who said don’t fight? By the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna turn her into hamburger.” She stepped forward and looked directly in Jolene’s eyes. “Yeah, I’ll tell you right now to beat her up. Fuck that Mr. Miyagi shit. Anyone tries to hurt you or your loved ones, make ’em suffer.”
Jolene stood in awe of the small but powerful woman. “I’m ready to try anything.”
The two of them went in back to the MMA training centre, with its own practice octagon. Jolene had stayed clear of this section of the gym, mostly because the thought of being in an altercation gave her terrible flashbacks to the time she was married to her ex-husband.
Hyo got her gym bag open and pulled out two sets of black fighting gloves, as well as two plastic containers. “Mouth guards,” she mentioned to Jolene. “Just put it in. We’re not going to be hitting each other in the face.” She went over to the storage closet and got two padded training vests for the two of them. Hyo put hers on, then helped Jolene with tying it up.
The two of them got into the octagon. Hyo pounded a fist into one of her gloves. “We’re gonna learn about punching,” she instructed. “Too many people give weak little punches and end up breaking their hands or wrists. You’re gonna learn about punching, blocking, and where to take a hit. Got it?”
Jolene looked down at her gloves. “I can’t…I don’t…”
Hyo gave Jolene a solid punch right in the chest. “Hey! Stay with me, all right?” Jolene appeared to be backing off. Hyo got in Jolene’s face, then grabbed her vest. “Let me tell you something. I don’t give a fuck about your fears, or how nice you are, or any of that.” She pointed at Jolene’s cheek. “You know how fuckin’ lucky you are she didn’t wreck your whole face? The next time, you might not be so lucky. That bitch will fuck you right up. You have to be ready to push back.” She gave Jolene a good shove. “Huh? You ready to fight now? You getting’ mad yet?”
Jolene bared her teeth. “Don’t push me!”
“Do something about it!” Hyo flicked her fingers to signal Jolene to come at her. “Come on, you fuckin’ poser.”
That triggered Jolene’s brain into action. She growled and reached out to push Hyo down. Hyo grabbed onto Jolene’s wrists and held firm. She was also smiling.
“There ya go!” Hyo was still holding off Jolene, although she appeared to be struggling. Jolene let go.
Hyo panted and let out a bark of a laugh. “How do you feel now?”
Jolene panted and did her own smile. “Empowered.”
The two of them sparred for the better part of an hour. Jolene was realizing she was not much of an endurance trainer after all. “Oh dear,” she said as she toweled off. “This has been helpful.”
“Yeah,” agreed Hyo. “So I work for a hundred an hour, cash. It seems quiet here on Sunday morning. I can train you then, and let’s say Tuesdays at seven. Sound good?”
“Oh, yes, darling! Thank you for that.” Jolene went to her gym bag and got five twenties, then handed them to Hyo.
Hyo looked Jolene up and down. “You know, I’m surprised you wanted to do this. You look pretty strong already.”
Jolene touched the bandage on her face. “It’s not enough sometimes.”
Hyo left, then Jolene went off to do more weight training. She was feeling fatigued already from the workout session. After a half hour, Jolene decided to call it quits. Carol was in the back, tapping her wrist to indicate that Jolene was not spending enough time there. Jolene gave a playful wave and went to hit the showers.
When Jolene got back home, she found Ronnie cleaning up in the kitchen, wearing her tiny shorts and a thin white t-shirt. “Watch out, babe!” Ronnie held out her hand with a yellow rubber glove on. “I just cleaned the floor!”
Jolene carefully tiptoed around and examined the hard work. Ronnie was standing with her mop in a sweaty mess. “God, I’m sorry,” Ronnie panted. “Can you believe it gets this hot in May?” Ronnie’s shirt was clinging to her, and her nipples were plainly visible.
Jolene stuck her tongue up under her lip and squinted. She was charged up from getting to punch and kick during her workout routine.
Ronnie slowly removed the rubber gloves, then set the mop aside cautiously. “Jo?”
Jolene stepped forward, then she swept Ronnie up in her arms. Ronnie squealed as she playfully kicked her legs. “Stop, Jo!” Ronnie laughed as she was carried down the hall. “I’ve been cleaning all this time! I probably stink!”
Jolene marched her into the bedroom, then set her down on the bed. “I’m feeling powerful. Pull your panties down.”
Ronnie sat up, hugging her thighs from underneath. “Um, Jo? Did everything go okay at the gym?”
Jolene went to the closet, then got out the red strapon. She stepped into it without removing her clothing. “Everything went fine, dear.” She raised up her arms and ran her fingers through her hair, her fake dick sticking up at attention. “I want to penetrate you, love.”
Ronnie went into a defensive pose and held out a hand. “Jo? Jo! I mean…I want to do this! I just…maybe if I got in the shower.”
Jolene had a stern look. “No. I want you sweaty and dirty.” She marched forward and put her hands on Ronnie’s shoulders. She pushed her dildo into Ronnie’s face. “Suck me off.”
Ronnie took the red dildo in her hand and started to suck. Jolene smiled and moaned quietly as she watched Ronnie bob her head back and forth. “Oh, you’re so good to me,” she whispered. “You love me, right?”
Ronnie managed to nod while she had the fake cock in her mouth, then pushed back and forth down her throat.
“Do you miss sucking dicks, darling?” Jolene played with Ronnie’s long brown hair.
Ronnie made a grunt of indifference. Jolene made small thrusts with her hips as her moaning got louder.
“I need you right now,” Jolene whined. Ronnie stood up, keeping eye contact with Jolene. Jolene leaned in and kissed Ronnie’s neck while playing with her ass. She then spun Ronnie around and got her to lean her torso across the bed. She grabbed Ronnie’s shorts and yanked them down.
Jolene wet her fingers and jammed two inside of Ronnie, giving her a good twiddling from inside. Ronnie moaned as she shimmied her hips back and forth. “What’s gotten into you?” Ronnie said with a quavering voice.
Jolene pulled out her fingers, then slurped on both of them. She gracefully placed both of her hands on Ronnie’s raised ass while she whipped the fake cock up and down, smacking Ronnie’s labia.
“Oh, just do it already!” Ronnie propped herself up on her palms.
Jolene got herself into position and rammed the fuck-stick into Ronnie. Ronnie grunted as she felt the full length tickling her insides. She reached around and ran her hand along Jolene’s toned thigh, trying to help her out with the ramming.
Ronnie stretched out her arms in front of her as she took the pounding behind her. “God, you’re on fire today! What the fuck happened to you?”
Jolene gritted her teeth as she held onto Jolene’s sides. “I was thinking about you the whole time, darling.” She gave Ronnie a gentle slap on the ass, watching the small ripple in Ronnie’s tight ass. “I felt so good about myself today.”
Ronnie moaned. “That’s good, sweetie. I—unh! It sounds like…it was fun!” Ronnie buried her face in the blanket while she kept her legs spread. She was getting up on her tiptoes to give Jolene more freedom to move.
Jolene leaned back a bit and looked down. “This is such a nice view,” she said as she rubbed Ronnie’s slick back. The small crevice of Ronnie’s spine was beading up with perspiration. “Hey. I wanna see your tits while I fuck you.”
Ronnie’s head popped up. “Yeah!” She turned around and get her legs propped up. Jolene gently took her ankles and sat them up on her shoulders. Ronnie smiled as Jolene inserted the cock into her pussy again.
Jolene held one of Ronnie’s ankles with one hand while she had the back of Ronnie’s neck in the other. She stared into Ronnie’s eyes with intensity. Ronnie loved Jolene’s steely blue eyes, especially when she wore those horn-rimmed glasses she liked to wear.
“Let me see your tits,” Ronnie pleaded. She pushed against Jolene’s shoulders with her ankles to try to force her to do it.
Jolene held on and gave her a few more quick pumps. “That’s what you want, is it?” She stopped her thrusts, then grabbed at her shirt and lifted it off, then undid her bra and threw it away. She took Ronnie’s legs and got them spread out so that she could show off her chest. Jolene looked at her arms, then flexed her biceps. “I really hit the weights today,” she commented. “Hyo really got me inspired, you know?”
Ronnie nodded. “She’s really good, yeah?”
Jolene grabbed onto Ronnie’s thighs and continued her thrusting. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “I’m gonna be stronger than ever now.”
Ronnie reached up and rubbed Jolene’s tits as she watched her shoulders flex and strain. She got her legs down and wrapped them around Jolene’s waist. Jolene stepped up her pumping and grinding while the two of them kissed.
Jolene pulled away and stared into her lover’s eyes from an inch away. “Come for me.”
After a couple of minutes of gliding in and out, Ronnie felt it building up. Jolene pulled out, then pushed her index and middle finger inside of Ronnie. She thrust them in and out quickly as she kissed Ronnie’s neck. “Do it, dear,” she whispered.
Ronnie’s upper lip pulled back as she felt the intensity building up. Jolene used her ring finger on Ronnie’s clit at the same time. Ronnie clenched her thighs together as she squirted. She clutched onto Jolene’s shoulder and gave it a gentle bite as she felt the big O explode. Jolene continued fingering her wife with her slippery fingers. “Yeah! Again!”
Ronnie threw herself back on the bed while her legs dangled over the side. Jolene continued to finger Ronnie and frig her clit at the same time. Ronnie was writhing on the bed as she had two more orgasms spaced a minute apart.
Jolene got up on the bed and kissed Ronnie on the forehead, while Ronnie laid there and panted. “Oh, fuck!” Ronnie whispered. “Water.”
Jolene went to the kitchen and got a cold bottle of water out of the fridge. She came back to Ronnie, who was getting herself propped up at the headboard. Her hair was matted down and her skin was shiny. Her lovely pink nipples were still erect. She stretched out her legs and propped up her elbows on the pillows.
Jolene came over and opened the bottle for Ronnie, handing it off to her. Ronnie slurped down the cool water, then let some splash onto her chest. “Ooh, that’s better. Thanks, baby.”
Jolene laid down next to her wife and stroked Ronnie’s leg. “Still worried about your scent, dear?”
Ronnie barked out a laugh. “Not anymore! I guess a little afternoon delight doesn’t hurt every once in a while.”
“I just couldn’t wait until tonight,” Jolene admitted, as she leaned in for a kiss. She then slipped off her apparatus and shorts. She nuzzled up next to Ronnie and rested her chin on Ronnie’s shoulder.
“Tell me about your trainer,” Ronnie suggested.
“Oh, she’s a bit aggressive,” Jolene said, blowing the hair out of her eyes. “I think she can get me in serious shape.”
“What, compared to now?” Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s bicep. “Don’t get carried away, okay? You have a tendency to get wrapped up in your hobbies.”
“Nonsense! Now come and do your thing on me, please.” Jolene got her legs apart as Ronnie descended.
Jolene spent the next three weeks training with Hyo. Hyo had taught her some of the more advanced forms of self-defense early on, knowing that with Jolene’s strength and flexibility she was up to the challenge.
Jolene was spending one of their Tuesdays together working the heavy bag. “Keep your legs secured,” warned Hyo. “Also remember what I told you about your guard. I know we’re fighting the bag, but pretend it’s what’s-her-tits.”
Jolene gripped her fighting gloves tightly as she drove her fists in with all her might. The two of them were attracting viewers within the mixed martial arts studio.
“Harder! Faster!” Hyo clapped her hands together. “Give me thirty.”
Jolene stepped away from the bag, then got on the mat on her stomach and started to doing push-ups. Hyo stood and watched, along with many of the male gym members. One of the guys sidled up next to her. “Is she seeing anyone?” he asked.
“She’s a big ol’ lesbian, buddy,” Hyo remarked.
The man smirked. “Eh, not bad.”
Jolene finished her push-ups and got up off the floor. She gave a good flex before she made her way over to Hyo, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “How am I doing so far?”
Hyo laughed. “You look like you’re having a hell of a time keeping your sight.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jolene said as she whipped her hair around. “I haven’t had it long as this in some time. I forgot my hair band.”
Hyo scoffed. “Get rid of it, then! I can’t have you losing focus.”
The next night, Ronnie had stopped off for groceries. She was planning on making roast duck on Saturday in order to congratulate Jolene on her recent strides at the gym. She struggled with the bags at the door. As soon as she got her keys out and got the door open, she poured through and got into the kitchen.
Ronnie marched in and put the groceries on the counter. “Sorry I was late. I got a good price on saffron. I figured we could—JESUS CHRIST!”
Ronnie froze as she came to the kitchen table. Jolene was sitting there looking at her phone casually. She looked up and smiled, then bounced her hair. “Oh, you noticed. What do you think?”
Ronnie stared and took it in. Jolene had chopped off her shoulder-length hair. It was buzzed up along the sides, and the only significant length was a small wave that crested over to one side.
Ronnie struggled for the words. “I thought…I mean…I thought you were growing it out.”
Jolene waved her hand. “Oh, darling. Sometimes you have to embrace brevity. Plus I figured that I would adopt a new attitude. What better place to start than how I look?”
Ronnie tightened her lips. “I just wish you would check with me next time, you know?”
Jolene put her phone down. “I beg your pardon? This is my hair, and I will do with it as I please.”
“Hey, you don’t get to just make decisions without consulting me!” Ronnie went over and got out the pots and pans, banging them more aggressively than was probably appropriate.
Jolene sighed with dramatic gravity. “And you say I get too emotional.”
“Ohhhh,” Ronnie fumed. “Don’t talk to me like that. I hate it when people talk down to me.”
Jolene decided to back off of the situation for now. She turned on the camera on her phone and admired her new hairstyle, running her fingers over the bristly texture of the sides.
After dinner, Jolene departed to the basement. Ronnie sat and watched her streaming shows for a bit, then decided to get some laundry done. She also wanted to reconcile with Jolene. After thinking about it, she figured Jolene was right. Ronnie would not have liked it so much if Jolene had demanded that she be consulted on Ronnie cutting her hair.
Ronnie gathered up her clothing into the basket and made her way downstairs. She stepped down on the creaky stairs and looked around. “Jo?” she said. “Jo, hon, I just-”
Ronnie stopped again at what she saw. Jolene was hanging from the bar, doing chin-ups. What caused Ronnie to stop mid-sentence was that Jolene was completely nude. The perspiration was shining up her skin. Jolene finished up, then dropped down. She did a final flex, as Ronnie stared at the veiny muscles on Jolene’s arms.
Ronnie stood there dumbfounded as Jolene panted and rubbed herself. She was beginning not to recognize Jolene much, what with the new hair and the even larger muscles.
“How…” Ronnie panted. “How big are you now?”
Jolene shook her arms, then smiled. “I think I’m over 160 now,” she admitted. “I haven’t weighed myself since I started since that night at Maddie’s.” She ran her hands on her stomach up to her breasts. “Do you worry I’m getting too heavy?”
Ronnie was only aware of a loud thump, as she realized she had dropped her laundry basket. Her legs were starting to sweat.
Jolene stepped towards Ronnie, getting within a foot of her. “I just hope this new look of mine is working for you.”
Ronnie lunged forward and kissed Jolene, holding her tight and wrapping a leg up around her butt. She let her tongue move in and out of Jolene’s mouth. She caressed Jolene’s shoulders, while Jolene held onto Ronnie’s hair. Ronnie humped her crotch into Jolene with desperation.
Jolene took the back of Ronnie’s head. “Get down there.”
Ronnie went to the floor and dove into Jolene’s pussy. Jolene steadied herself on the big wooden post next to the stairs, holding onto her head and staring at the ceiling. “Why are you so good at this?” Jolene ground her hips to meet with Ronnie’s soft tongue. She licked her lips and looked down as she saw Ronnie lapping away. Ronnie reached up and held onto Jolene’s ass cheeks to keep her from moving.
“Make me cum,” Jolene begged. Ronnie pulled her face away, then inserted two fingers into Jolene and whipped them in and out as fast as she could. She stood up and licked Jolene’s nipple while she fiddled with Jolene’s privates. Jolene grasped onto the pole behind her with both hands as she bared her teeth.
Ronnie watched as Jolene did her trademark shake and moan. Ronnie leaned in and kissed Jolene’s neck while she finished up. Jolene panted and squeezed her eyes shut as the wave rushed over her.
Jolene whispered in her ear, “Thank you, darling.” She gave Ronnie a quick kiss before she went up the stairs.
Ronnie pushed her sweaty hair back and looked down at her basket. “Fuck, finally.” She gathered up her clothes and dumped them in the wash. She made a note to remember to change it over that night so nothing would smell too badly.
When she turned on the machine, Ronnie reached down into her pants and began to rub. “God damn it,” she whispered. She looked at the washing machine. “Maybe if I get it tomorrow.” She made her way up the stairs, stripping off her clothes as she went. She bounced up the stairs and pulled off her pants and undies. She then made her way into the bedroom, where Jolene was sprawled out with her legs wide open. She got up on her elbows and stared at Ronnie.
“We’re not done,” Ronnie said forcefully, then made her way over to the bed.
Jolene spent many nights at the gym for a long time. She was favouring using the heavy bag instead of simple weight training, and had a special technique for improving her punching power—strapping ankle weights to her wrists. She did fifteen minutes of punching with the weights, then would take them off and try without. She was amazed at how fast she could shoot her fists out without the extra weight.
On one of their Tuesday night sessions, Hyo and Jolene had the octagon to themselves. Jolene was in a faded t-shirt and shorts while Hyo had on her martial arts outfit.
Hyo was being unusually aggressive that night, giving Jolene hard shoves to get her to hit harder. “Focus, Jolene!”
“I’m trying,” panted Jolene. She held her fists up to try to show that she was making an effort.
“No,” hissed Hyo as she rested her hands on her hips. “You have to get the attitude with it as well. Get aggressive!” Hyo surprised Jolene by charging forward, then grabbing Jolene around the back of the neck with both hands. She tossed Jolene to the mat, then jumped on top of her. Hyo stretched out her legs to pin down Jolene’s.
Jolene squirmed to get up. This was more force than she was used to, and Hyo could wrestle better than Ronnie. She lost track of where she was for a minute.
Hyo hiked herself up by her hands and looked down at Jolene. “Take control, and take chances. Got it?”
Jolene looked forward to see Hyo’s top was hanging open. She could see all the way to her belly button, but what really caught her attention was the firm boobs that Hyo was hiding. Her cleavage made a nice gap in between her soft, round tits. Jolene was keenly aware that she was staring at that point, so she looked directly into Hyo’s eyes.
“Um,” Jolene managed, swallowing hard. “I think I understand.”
Hyo jumped off of Jolene and got to her feet, then helped up Jolene. “Let’s try something,” said Hyo. “Grab onto my top, then try to trip me.”
Jolene did as requested, getting a grip on Hyo’s collar. Hyo pulled away defensively to brace herself. Jolene pulled back and tried to kick out Hyo’s leg. After a few attempts, Jolene managed to get her leg swept up and kick Hyo’s leg out to get her to fall over.
Hyo made fists of victory on her back. “Great!”
“That’s not how she swept me off my feet,” came a familiar voice.
Jolene whipped around and saw Ronnie with her fingers hanging from the fencing around the octagon. “Ronnie! Sweetheart!” She charged out of the cage and hugged her wife, then gave her a sweet kiss.
Hyo got to her feet and walked nearby. “So you must be Ronnie,” she said. “Jolene said you were a beautiful girl.”
Ronnie chuckled in a sly manner. “Good thinking. I won’t suspect anything this way.”
Jolene’s mouth fell open. “Dear! I would never do such things!”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, lighten up!” She looked over at Hyo. “We’re gonna have to put her in the old bodybuilders’ home pretty soon. She’s getting demented.”
Hyo laughed as she came out of the cage. “Let’s you and me walk for a bit,” she mentioned to Ronnie.
The two of them went to another section of the gym out of earshot of Jolene. “I know what you’re probably thinking,” said Hyo. “First and foremost, I don’t fuck my clients. Second, I have a boyfriend. Third, I’m no dyke. Understand?”
Ronnie stood there silent, taken by surprise by Hyo’s forward nature. “I think I got it. By the way, you probably shouldn’t go around using that word.”
Hyo sputtered. “I bet you use it all the time.”
A smile sneaked its way onto Ronnie’s lips. “Okay, maybe once or twice. But it’s okay when we say it.”
Hyo laughed along with Ronnie. “I like Jolene a lot. I hope that whatever she’s doing all this for pays off. What I don’t think is it’s to get back at the skank at the bar.”
Ronnie put her hand to her chest. “What, for me?”
“Mmm, might not even be that,” Hyo said. “She just might feel like now that her competition days are over and she’s getting up there in years, this is her chance to shine at something else. Try to encourage her a bit.” She extended her hand, and Ronnie shook it. “I’ll catch you later. I’ll say goodbye to Jolene for tonight.”
Ronnie and Jolene worked out together for the next half hour. Jolene was really hitting the heavier weights now.
“Do your joints hurt still?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene exhaled, blowing a bit of sweat away from her. “A little bit. The anti-inflammatories I’m on seem to be helping now.”
Jolene had made up her mind that as soon as they were allowed back into Maddie’s that Jolene would wrap up her self-defence training with Hyo. While she enjoyed the sessions, she figured she would have had enough learning under her belt. If she changed her mind, she figured Hyo would still be willing to continue the training.
Ronnie had to travel to Dayton from Wednesday to Friday on week, and would return on Saturday night. Jolene wished her well, and decided to skip the Tuesday session with Hyo in order to give her girl a special goodbye sex session. That Thursday, Hyo called Jolene up.
“Yes, dear?” she asked. “Did you need to cancel for Sunday as well?”
“No, we’re still on for Sunday,” replied Hyo. “Let’s go out. We’ll do dinner and maybe a show later.”
“Oh, how nice!” Jolene sat at the couch and laid down. “Are we doing something casual?”
“Nah, let’s go really formal,” Hyo said. “I got a great outfit I’ve been dying to take somewhere.”
Jolene got a bit of inspiration. “I know a perfect after-dinner venue.”
The next night, Jolene picked up Hyo in the Mercedes. Hyo was wearing a lovely purple cocktail dress with purple pumps. Jolene got out to greet her, and Hyo stood there shocked. “Girl, what is this?”
Jolene stood in a formal three-piece black suit with a high collar and red tie. She was wearing her usual horn-rimmed glasses. She held out her arms and did a dainty spin. “Do I look alright?” she asked.
“Yeah, I just didn’t count on the whole cross-dressing thing!” Hyo was still looking her up and down with fascination.
The two of them went to Chocotille, one of the finer restaurants in Phoenix. The two of them talked business and relationships non-stop. Since Jolene was nice enough to drive, Hyo treated herself to a few glasses of wine.
The two of them got into the car. “Where to next, boss?” asked Hyo.
Jolene flicked her eyebrows. “I always wanted to check out Tassels.”
“Tassels?” asked Hyo. “Oh, wait! The strip club? Is it even ladies’ night?”
Jolene laughed. “I’m not fussy.”
Hyo rolled her eyes. “I guess Mike can’t get mad if I’m looking at a bunch of women.”
They parked about a block away from the club, then got to the entrance. A titan of a man was at the door in a bad-fitting suit. “Fifty bucks per,” he stated.
“Jesus, Jo,” said Hyo, sounding shocked. “I’m not exactly-”
Jolene held out a hundred dollar bill, which the man took in his beefy sausages. He slipped it into his pocket and pointed up the stairs. “Have a nice time, sir.”
Hyo stifled a laugh as Jolene shrugged. The two went inside.
The lighting was disorienting to the two of them, as most of the large room appeared to be lit by neon tubes. There was an athletic girl twirling around a pole on the main stage suspended by her legs, dressed in only a g-string.
“How do they twirl like that?” yelled Hyo into Jolene’s ear.
“I think the pole rotates,” replied Jolene in a near scream.
The two of them were provided a booth. Jolene got a generous amount of the club cash off of a server. “They use this stuff instead of real money,” Jolene told Hyo. “No one tries to steal it, and it’s way more hygienic than real cash.”
“How do you know all this?” asked Hyo.
“It’s like Ronnie would say,” laughed Jolene. “I’m baller as fuck!”
The two of them watched the girls dance for some time. A waitress came over to take their orders. Since there was a two-drink minimum, Jolene ordered herself to a white wine spritzer to start.
“Is that what all the guys drink?” asked Hyo, laughing.
Jolene thought it over, then changed her mind. “Whiskey, neat,” she told the waitress. “Make it a double.”
Hyo asked for a blue lagoon and a rum and cola. The two of the tried in vain to keep a conversation going while the music blasted. Jolene was too distracted by the girls anyway. She pointed at the girl dancing on stage. “Ronnie’s tits look way better than that!”
“Are you glad you married her?” asked Hyo.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” said Jolene. “That’s my sweet bitch.”
“You sure are talking differently tonight,” remarked Hyo. “Must be the alcohol.” Her eyes got wide. “The suit! Maybe you’re channeling your inner man.”
Jolene looked down. “I bet that it’s it! Oh, if Ron saw me in this, she would lose her mind.”
The music died down, and several women in bikinis were going to different tables, chatting and flirting with the guys, as well as many of the women in attendance.
“Know what they’re doing?” asked Jolene. “They want to see who wants a private dance.” She grabbed Hyo by the wrist. “Let’s get you one!”
Hyo laughed. “What? That’s not going to do me any good.”
“You will have the time of your life,” Jolene assured her. She held up her hand at the slinky blonde with the gorgeous eyes.
The young woman shuffled over, putting on an excited expression. She smiled, showing some of the whitest teeth Jolene had ever seen. She had on a gold sparkly bikini with clear high heels.
“Wow, look at you two!” the dancer exclaimed. “I’m Cubby. I would really love it if I could dance for you.”
Jolene grabbed Hyo’s hand and pulled her up from the booth. Hyo took her bag with her as they made their way into the VIP section. Another thick-necked behemoth was working security in the back, and let Cubby lead her two customers in. They were in a private room with a mirror ball and UV lighting. Several chairs were arranged for optimal viewing.
“It’s fifty dollars for five minutes,” cautioned Cubby.
Jolene reached into her pocket, then produced three hundred dollar bills. “What will this get you?”
Cubby took the bills, then walked them over to the goon working security. “Hold this for me, and don’t disturb us.” She had the door closed, then turned to the two women. “Whatever you need, we’re doing.”
Jolene got comfortable in one of the chairs. She gestured over to Hyo. “Dance for her. I’m watching.”
Cubby walked over to Hyo, then got her to sit down in another chair. Hyo looked over at Jolene with a nervous grimace as Cubby began her dance.
Jolene got her legs spread apart and one propped up on the arm of the chair as she watched the sexy vixen doing her routine. Cubby was able to do the move where her body bobbed down but her ass was able to go up. She did this particular move right in front of Hyo’s face. Hyo stared at her ass, almost in a state of hypnosis.
Jolene stretched out her arms and slung them over the top of the chair. “Get it, girl,” she muttered.
Cubby turned around, then rocked her hips back and forth while she piled her long blonde hair on top of her head. She had an ass that you could bounce a quarter off of and get change back.
Hyo watched Cubby move, never taking her eyes away. “Are those real?”
Cubby giggled. “Yeah, real expensive.”
“I mean…what are we allowed to do here?” asked Hyo.
“You can touch if you want,” said Cubby. She cocked her head near the corner. “They got cameras here, though, so no fingers or tongues, okay?”
Cubby got on her knees in the chair so that she was straddling Hyo’s lap. She ground her cooch and leaned back, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. “You like girls, baby?” asked Cubby.
Hyo raised her eyebrows. “I got nothing against them.”
“Oooh,” squealed Cubby. “You and your friend are fun to be around!” She turned to Jolene as she rocked back and forth on Hyo’s lap. “I love that suit, by the way. It’s fuckin’ hot seeing you dressed like that.”
Jolene winked at Cubby as she rubbed her own thigh. Cubby put her arms on the back of Hyo’s chair and leaned in, letting her sweet boobs get close to Hyo’s face. Hyo laughed, clearly nervous at the spectacle.
“Come on, baby! Don’t be shy!” Cubby took one of Hyo’s hands and placed it on her ass. Hyo let herself explore the round curve of her perfectly tanned behind. “You want to see what else I can do?”
Cubby leaned back and spread out her legs while she balanced her ass on Hyo’s lap. Hyo let one of her hands rest on Cubby’s inner thigh as she enjoyed the view. Cubby leaned all the way back as she stretched out her legs and let her palms hit the floor. “Watch me!” ordered Cubby as she leaned ahead, then stood up on her hands, keeping her legs split.
“Damn! This girl has some skills!” Hyo laughed and clapped while she leaned ahead. Cubby rolled ahead and got up off the floor. She turned around and kicked a leg up to the side, practically getting it pointing to the ceiling. She twirled and shifted her hips as she held her arms up. She gave a playful rub on Hyo’s cheek with the back of her hand as she spun around.
Cubby reached in behind her and undid the string on her bikini top. She left the straps to dangle along the sides as she danced near Hyo, moving her hips back and forth. Cubby leaned down and appeared to be nuzzling Hyo’s ear. Her top began to fall off, and Cubby stood back up and pulled it off.
Jolene did a small gasp as she saw just how great Cubby’s tits looked. This was the feeling she missed—just being able to appreciate the human form. She ogled Cubby as her smooth, round jugs wiggled in front of Hyo.
Hyo leaned in with her hand covering her mouth. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “Can I touch them?”
“Yeah!” Cubby leaned in as Hyo cautiously reached out her hands, then gave them both a gentle squeeze.
“God, they feel so natural!” Hyo looked mesmerized as she finished up feeling up Cubby. Cubby went back to dancing. She spread out her legs and bent over to let Hyo examine her tight ass. Cubby straightened up, then made her way over to Jolene.
Jolene tightened up as she watched the topless wench make her way on over. She turned quickly near Jolene’s chair and wiggled her bottom. “Hey,” Cubby said with a smirk. “You sure seem like the quiet type.”
Jolene ran her fingers through her now short hair. “I just came to watch.”
“Not into girls, sweetie?” asked Cubby.
“I love ’em,” Jolene remarked as she let her tongue creep along her upper lip. She held up her left hand. “I’m spoken for, though.”
Cubby turned around, giving a little jiggle as she did so. She dipped down and gyrated her hips. “I don’t mind. Besides, you look like you could use a little attention.” She hooked her thumbs into her bottoms, then bent forward and pulled them down. She got up and looked at Jolene, biting down on her index finger.
Jolene looked down and stared at her bare mound. Cubby made her way into Jolene’s lap, sitting with her back to Jolene and watching Hyo. Cubby wiggled her ass on Jolene’s thighs as she made little squeaking noises. She looked over her shoulder. “I like your wife. I wish the three of us could have some fun.”
Jolene laughed. “Not her, silly!”
Cubby got up and turned around, then got back down in Jolene’s lap again, this time on her knees and facing her. “What’s she like?” Cubby took off Jolene’s glasses, then put them on herself.
“She’s gorgeous, and fun to be with,” Jolene said, completely distracted by the sight of Cubby’s nude body. “Her tits are about as nice as yours.”
Cubby smiled. “I bet she’s great in bed, huh?”
Jolene panted. “She, uh…she knows how to please a woman.” She chuckled. “She knows how to roll her tongue up, so she can really get in places.”
Cubby humped her pussy up and down. “You think she would like me?”
Jolene’s head was swimming at the thought of Ronnie fucking Cubby. Ronnie could probably teach this girl a few things about dancing.
“Do you like me in your glasses, sexy?” asked Cubby, holding the frames with her thumb and index finger. She reached forward, then took Jolene’s silk tie in her tender fingers and started to pull Jolene towards her.
Jolene let her hand rest on Cubby’s soft fingers. She put her other hand on her forehead and tilted her head back. “God, this is killing me.”
Cubby took the glasses off and held them up to the light. “Ooh, these are smudged.” She rubbed the glasses on her nipple, then put them back on. Jolene stared longingly. “Oh no! Still smudged!” Cubby took them off, then rubbed one of the lenses on her cunt. She put the glasses back on Jolene, who sat there with her jaw nearly on the floor.
Cubby got up and blew a cute air kiss, then went back to Hyo. Hyo raised her hands up and cheered while Cubby sat back down in her lap. After a few minutes of wiggling and light touching, Cubby requested a kiss from Hyo. Hyo stuck her cheek out, but Cubby took her by the chin and gave her a solid kiss on the lips for ten seconds. Cubby pulled away, and Hyo stared at her with a goofy smile. Cubby grabbed Hyo’s head and pushed it into her tits, giving her a great motorboat.
Cubby got her bikini back on, while Hyo and Jolene got themselves out of their chairs and fixed up. Jolene reached into her pocket and produced an extra hundred. “This was well-earned.”
Cubby stood in front of Jolene and gingerly took the bill. “Come back soon.” She smiled and looked down. “Bring the wife.”
Hyo and Jolene made their way out, still stealing glances at the dancers up on stage. They ran out to Jolene’s Mercedes and climbed in. They laughed and gabbed the entire drive home.
Jolene pulled up to Hyo’s apartment building near the front door. “Thanks for a great time, Jo!” The two of them stared at each other for a long time in the car. “So…I’ll see you Sunday.” Hyo got out of the car and ran up the stairs to the front door. Jolene watched her go in and get into the elevator.
Jolene laid her head back on the headrest and exhaled. She remembered the time she had two little kittens to play with. How great would it have been to get to fuck the two women tonight?
She looked in the rear-view mirror and ran her fingers through her short hair. “Oh, Ronnie,” she whimpered. “Fuck, I wish I could talk you into a three-way. Cubby could talk you into it.”
She drove home, then trudged her way into the duplex. She pulled the tie off and unbuttoned her shirt. She stood there, seeing her reflection in the refrigerator.
She snapped her fingers. “God, Cubby! That’s what Ronnie needs!” Thinking about the strip club and the VIP treatment seemed like ancient history already.
Jolene looked at the fuzzy reflection of herself, then struck a girly pose. “All this working out is probably new to her.” She pulled off the jacket and shirt, then undid her pants and slid them down. She flexed her biceps and tried to make out the shape.
She took off her bra and panties, then gathered up her clothes and went off to the bedroom. She dropped them in the hamper, then got a look at herself in the full-length mirror.
She did her usual flex routine. “Should have got a pump in before I went to the club,” Jolene lamented. She ran her hands along her body and moaned. “Cubby,” she whispered. She looked over at the trophy stand, then saw Ronnie’s portrait when she won her only competition. Jolene put her hands on her face as she looked at her smiling beauty.
“No,” she said, smiling. “No, it’s you.” She got her tiny bottle of oil from the dresser and squirted it on herself, rubbing it and coating every inch. She gave a few more flexes. “Oh, that’s so much nicer.”
Jolene went over to the nightstand and got the rotating vibrator. She got down on the floor and spread her legs out right in front of the mirror. She lifted her head and looked at her own pussy. She smiled and winked, then inserted her fuck toy and got to work.
Jolene rammed herself wildly as she screamed as loud as she wanted. All she wanted to do was jill off and go to sleep. She fucked herself and twisted her nipples as she thought about those tanned titties in Hyo’s face. When she thought about the two of them kissing, she came. She slapped her free hand on the floor as her entire body quivered.
Jolene sat up and looked herself in the mirror. She got up off the floor, still holding the sex toy. She threw it back into the drawer and climbed into bed. “Good night, Ronnie,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I wanted to fuck the sexy stripper.” She fell asleep.
Ronnie got home from her business trip the next day. Jolene picked her up at the airport and took her home as Ronnie complained the entire ride home. “Fucking Josh, okay? He goes and tell them all the wrong prices, then tells them that the software is cloud-based. I swear to Christ, pick up a manual and read the shit next time, huh?” She growled and flopped her head back. “I swear to fuck, if I ever get stuck with him on another trip, I’m quitting.”
Jolene was not having a pleasant drive herself. She knew that Ronnie was venting, but hearing her curse and rant was making her feel uncomfortable.
Jolene took in Ronnie’s luggage as Ronnie made her way to the bedroom. She took off her shoes and threw them aside, then flopped down on the bed. “I just wanna die,” moaned Ronnie as she pulled the comforter up to her chest.
Jolene sat on the bed and ran her hand up and down Ronnie’s thigh. “Does my little buttercup need something to take her mind off work?”
Ronnie looked furious. “Uh, no. I think I made it clear I need some rest. Thanks for not making dinner, by the way.”
“Oh no!” Jolene put her hand on her chest. “Dear, I assumed you ate on the plane!”
“No!” Ronnie flopped over and grunted. “The flight wasn’t long enough, and I didn’t have time to eat at the airport because Dumbfuck Josh wanted to save money by riding the bus.” She sputtered and threw her head back into her pillow.
“Dearest, I just want you to feel sexy is all,” Jolene purred as she tried to feel Ronnie’s ass.
Ronnie bolted up. “Hey, are you having trouble hearing me? I am not in the mood. Let me sleep already. Seriously, what would make me happy is if you would let me sleep right now.” She pulled the comforter up over her head. “I’ll just die of starvation under here, okay? Fuck.”
Jolene’s lower lip quivered as she got up off the bed. “I just…” she started, then gave up. She retreated to the living room. The sun was only going down, but she was too flustered and just wanted the day to end. She curled up on the couch, squeezing her eyes tight. She could feel the droplets forming in the corners as she curled up. “I ruined her day,” she whispered.
The next morning, Jolene got up early, confused where she was. She got showered and dressed for the gym, leaving Ronnie to sleep in.
Hyo was quick to pick up on Jolene’s dour mood. “Come on, girl! Keep your guard up!” Hyo danced around Jolene and gave her a few soft jabs.
“I’m sorry,” Jolene mumbled. “Ronnie and I had a fight when she got back.”
“Whoa!” Hyo made a face of shock. “You didn’t tell her about Friday, did you?”
“No,” Jolene said. “I just wanted to get romantic with her, and she was very cross.”
Hyo gave her a playful slap on the shoulder. “Come on, girl,” she said encouragingly. “Everybody fights. You think things are so great with my boyfriend and me?”
“Did you tell him about our night out?” asked Jolene.
“I said we went out to dinner,” Hyo replied, biting her lower lip. “That’s true, at least. Plus I called him up after you dropped me off.” She exhaled hard out of tight lips. “Boy, did he get it hard that night!” She leaned in and smiled. “Are you still thinking about Cubby?”
Jolene half-smiled. “Maybe.”
“Oh!” Hyo groaned excitedly. “I can see why you might like a place like that. Those girls know how to make you feel special.”
Jolene thought hard about this. “Yeah,” she said, mostly to herself. “Special.”
The sparring went on for another half hour, then Jolene paid Hyo the usual fee. Hyo took the money, then waited for a bit. “So this is it, Jo,” said Hyo, sounding sad. “I think I taught you all I can.”
“Oh!” Jolene took Hyo’s hands. “You won’t be training me anymore?”
Hyo smiled. “You’re ready for whatever it is you wanted to do. Besides, I have someone else who requested my Sundays and Tuesdays as well, and I should probably take her on so I don’t lose her.”
Jolene pushed her lips together and nodded, then gave Hyo a huge hug. Hyo grunted. “Oh, God, you’re getting strong, girl!”
Jolene released her, and the two stared at each other for a long time. Hyo leaned in and gave Jolene a kiss close to her mouth. “Let’s get together again sometime,” Hyo suggested. “Bring the wife.”
Jolene nodded, then Hyo went off to the locker room. Jolene took some time to steady herself, then went over to the heavy bag and began to pummel hard, getting the attention of most of the people in the MMA training room.
Jolene went home. She found Ronnie cleaning the oven in her usual loose-fitting shirt and shorts. She was sweaty from doing other housework.
Ronnie stood up and took off her rubber gloves. “Oh, hey, babe!” she greeted, sounding more relaxed and ebullient than yesterday. “Did you have a good workout?”
“Yes,” replied Jolene. “I’m all done with Hyo.”
“Ooh,” said Ronnie, unsure of what else to say. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. We were…just done was all.” Jolene smiled. “I think I learned all I can.”
Ronnie approached Jolene, wiping the sweat from her upper chest. “Hey, I’m sorry I was a bitch the other night. I think I was just frustrated and tired.”
Jolene stared ahead, her eyes feeling damp. “Would you like me to make it up to you?”
Ronnie smiled. “No, I’m apologizing to you, silly! Hey!” She got close to Jolene’s face. “Hey, did this make you sad?”
Jolene looked away, then right in Ronnie’s eyes. “I want to make it up to you.”
Ronnie twisted up her lips, then put her hands on her hips. “Okay. What should we do, then?”
“I would like it a lot if I could be your servant.” Jolene stared forward and did not change expression.
Ronnie exhaled and flicked her eyebrows. “That sounds kinda fun.” She reached up and put her arms around Jolene’s neck, getting her face close. “You gonna feed me strawberries or something?”
“No,” replied Jolene. “No, I need you to take complete control of me. I need to be put in my place.” She took Ronnie’s hand in her own. “Please do this for me.”
“Uh…okay,” said Ronnie. She rubbed Jolene’s cheek. “Everything’s okay, right?”
“Please do this for me, dear,” pleaded Jolene. “It will make me more grounded.”
“Okay!” Ronnie threw her arms up. “Okay, let’s do whatever it is you need.”
Jolene squatted down and picked Ronnie up on her shoulder. “Jo!” squealed Ronnie as she laughed. “Hey! Don’t drop me!”
Jolene carried Ronnie to the bedroom and set her down on her feet. She went to the closet and got out a pair of handcuffs with fluffy black padding. “These are for me, dear,” she assured Ronnie. “I use these as a symbol of trust. Do you understand?”
Ronnie stared at the cuffs. “I guess so,” she said, sounding unsure. “I mean, I knew we got into the fantasy thing…”
“Good.” Jolene put the cuffs on the bed, then stripped naked. She put one cuff on her wrist, then climbed on the bed and hooked the cuffs through part of the headrest. She put the other cuff on, completely confining her to the bed.
“Oh!” Ronnie exclaimed. “Oh, you meant-” She threw her hands up. “Yeah, this works!” She peeled off her top, then wiped down her tits with it. She tossed it aside and glared at her wife. “Oh yeah. It’s fuck time.”
Jolene sighed. “Please do not use such language, dear. It’s very degrading to both of us.”
“Ohhhh,” said Ronnie, making her way to the bed. “So you don’t like it when I fuckin’ swear, huh?” She got on all fours with her arms near Jolene’s waist. “I bet that really moistens your cunt.”
Jolene made a feeble attempt to block her ears with her cuffed hands. “Stop that! I am better than that!”
“Oh, are you?” Ronnie laughed maliciously. She eyed Jolene’s body. “It’s such a shame you’re so gross.”
Jolene’s mouth dropped open. “I am not!”
“You are, but I’m feeling generous, so I’ll fuck you anyway.” Ronnie rolled over and slid her shorts and underwear off. She got back up on her knees, then smacked Jolene’s thighs with both hands. “Ooh, I take it back! You are a fuckin’ queen, bitch!”
“Don’t call me that!” Jolene looked sad and angry.
“Why would you be upset about being called queen?” Ronnie rolled her eyes. “You never just let me play with your tits.” She reached over and grabbed both of Jolene’s girls. “Oh yeah! Do you like it when I smack them like this?”
“I don’t mind it,” Jolene stated.
“How about you eat my pussy?” Ronnie climbed up and placed her twat right in Jolene’s face. Jolene struggled as she tried her best to give Ronnie head. Her arms were up past her head, and she was not able to lift up her face properly. “Wait, I’ll just get turned around…” Ronnie got into proper 69 position. She fingered Jolene as she enjoyed getting licked. “Aw, yeah, that’s it. Get it, girl. Oooh, you’re getting me warmed up. Unnnh!”
Jolene devoured her hot little clam as best as she could. Ronnie fiddled with Jolene’s clit and licked the part of her belly right above her twat. Ronnie had her shins touching the headboard to give Jolene enough room to eat her out.
The two of them spent ten minutes in the 69, then Ronnie got off of her lover. She went to the closet, then came back with the pink feather wand, a devilish smile on her face.
“No!” Jolene started to kick her legs. “No, I hate having my feet tickled! Veronica, please!”
Ronnie waved the wand around as if she was a fairy princess. “Oh dear,” she sang sweetly. “It looks as if you are unable to leave! How unfortunate!”
Ronnie came over and flicked the pink feather along Jolene’s toes. Jolene held her mouth tight, then sputtered and let loose with howling laughter. “Stop!” she pleaded, as Ronnie got the arches of her feet. “I’m not kidding! You stop now!”
Ronnie admired how nice Jolene’s toes looked with the red nail polish. “I love your feet, sweetie,” she said while she flicked the pink feather up and down on them. Jolene laughed louder. She was afraid of kicking Ronnie away.
Ronnie played with Jolene’s feet for a few more minutes. “Stop! I’m going to pee!” Jolene wailed.
Ronnie threw the feather stick on the floor. “Well, I don’t want that!” She bent down and gave Jolene’s love muffin a big lick. She then reached over to the nightstand and got the purple feeldoe out. Ronnie sucked on it to get it ready, then inserted it into her pussy.
She got herself into position on top of Jolene, then inserted. Jolene grunted and moaned. “Be careful, please,” whispered Jolene, her arms still hung up by the headboard. “My stomach muscles are a bit tight from…ohhhhh.”
Jolene’s eyes rolled back as Ronnie thrusted in and out. Ronnie stared into Jolene’s eyes while she fucked her wife. “I’m the mistress now, bitch,” she growled. “Fuckin’ say it.”
Jolene whimpered. “You’re the mistress.”
“Do you like the way I fuck you?” Ronnie held onto the back of Jolene’s neck, breathing hot breath into her lover’s mouth. “Tell me you like to be fucked like this.”
“I like…getting fucked.” Jolene gritted her teeth and panted. “Fuck me, mistress. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“Oh, I like that!” Ronnie picked up the pace. The feeldoe was rubbing her in just the right spot. “Did you miss me when I was gone?”
Jolene nodded. “I love you, darling princess. I just need you to fuck the bad out of me!”
“Oh, I can do that, all right!” Ronnie got up and pulled out of Jolene, then got the lube out of the nightstand. She put on a generous amount, then added some to her fingertips. She encircled Jolene’s asshole with it.
“Ronnie!” Jolene looked down.
“Told ya I would get you back someday,” Ronnie giggled. Jolene decided to let it happen, and got her legs up and spread out to accommodate the fake cock.
“Please,” Jolene whispered. “Be gentle.”
Ronnie took her time pushing in, but managed to get the feeldoe inside of Jolene. Jolene gasped and moaned with each inch. When Ronnie felt as if she was relaxed enough, she proceeded to fuck Jolene in the ass.
Ronnie had to look down just to enjoy the spectacle. “Oh God! You’re actually letting me do this!” Ronnie’s nipples were fully erect as she slid back and forth. She got up more on her knees in order to meet with Jolene’s willing anus. Ronnie was soon able to pick up the pace and slide it in and out, almost as fast as she could work her pussy.
Jolene appeared to be getting near the breaking point. Ronnie took the giving end out of her and left it in Jolene’s ass, then went to the nightstand again and got the stiff pink vibe. She sucked on it for a bit before switching it on.
“Dear?” asked Jolene. “Whatever are you doing to me?”
Ronnie winked at Jolene, then pushed the buzzing vibrator into Jolene’s fat cunt. Jolene squealed as Ronnie pushed the feeldoe in and out of her ass at the same time.
“Oh my God!” Jolene was writhing around, but Ronnie did her best to steady her down. “I can’t…I can’t!”
“Fuckin’ take it, girl!” Ronnie pushed in and out with both fists, then leaned in and sucked on Jolene’s tit.
Jolene screeched as she felt both her pussy and asshole being stimulated. She twitched her leg wildly as her eyes rolled up into her head.
Ronnie wrapped both of her legs around Jolene’s shaking leg. “No! Take it! You deserve this!” Ronnie did her best to work both of the cocks in and out of Jolene.
Jolene went into full-body spasm for over a minute. Ronnie started to back up as she was getting scared. “Jo?” Ronnie reached out and touched Jolene’s shoulder. “You all right?”
Jolene bared her teeth and glowered at Ronnie. “Get these out of my cunt and ass, then get these handcuffs off of me!”
Ronnie sat for a moment wide-eyed. “Okay.” She pulled out the feeldoe slowly, then did the same with the vibe. She went to the dresser and found the handcuff key. “I’m going to let you go now,” Ronnie warned. She leaned over and undid the cuffs.
Jolene jumped up and grabbed Ronnie. She kissed her all over her face. “Thanks you! Thank you!”
Ronnie froze, unsure of what was happening. “What did I do?”
Jolene pulled away and ran her fingers along Ronnie’s cheek. “You took control, and you were trustworthy, and you made me feel like I could be degraded, and yet you were so gentle, and I came so hard I almost died.” She kissed Ronnie hard, then smacked her hard on the ass. “You need to do that to me more often. I need to be controlled.”
Ronnie took Jolene hands. “Babe, no! I mean, what brought this all on?” She cocked her head. “Is everything all right? Are you still hurt about the fight?”
Jolene decided this would be a good opportunity. “Yeah. The fight. I just…don’t feel the same since then.”
Ronnie shook her head. “Come on! I thought this martial arts stuff was going to get you right. Do you think you need to…talk to someone?”
Jolene lowered her head. “I saw a therapist before. Back when my husband hit me.”
“Honey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Ronnie told her. “Sometimes people need someone to talk to.”
Jolene nodded, then smiled. “I’ll…think about it, okay?”
Ronnie smiled back and kissed Jolene. She then flopped down on the bed and got her legs spread out. “Come on! My turn.”
Jolene picked up the vibrator, gave it a few good sucks, then got to work.
The next Friday, Ronnie got herself out of work early. She got tarted up properly in her body-hugging green dress and pumps, then waited for Jolene to get home.
“What’s all this?” asked Jolene as she got in the door.
“You’re taking me to Maddie’s,” Ronnie announced. “It’s been three months.”
Jolene got herself dressed in her tight jeans and a sleeveless top, which also showed off her belly. She threw on a hoodie to cover up a bit. Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s muscles over her sleeves. “I mean, you were always jacked, but now?” She bit her lower lip and growled.
The two of them went out and went straight to Maddie’s. Ronnie treated herself to the stuffed potato skins and beer, while Jolene had the sliders. “Holy shit, girl!” Ronnie exclaimed after they had ordered. “Eating actual food?”
“I need the protein lately,” Jolene replied. “It’s kind of nice, though. I mean, I intend to watch my weight, but it’s like I don’t have to obsess over it anymore! I feel relieved.”
After a few minutes of chatting and snacking, there was a shout from the back of the bar. “Hey, bitch!”
Ronnie’s head swivelled around. “That must be for me.”
It was Pink Hair, the same woman who assaulted Jolene before. The bar was quiet as the women inside waited fro the next move. “I had to fuckin’ stay out of my favourite place because of you. Outside. Now.”
Jolene sniffed out of her nose, then finished off her drink. She stood up, but Ronnie wanted to stop her. “Hey, don’t do anything crazy here!”
Jolene sneered. “She’s asking for it.”
“Are you scared or something?” called out Pink Hair. “Or is that slut with you making you soft?”
Ronnie glared at Pink Hair. “Okay, go fuck her up.”
Pink Hair walked out the front door. “I’ll be waiting for you, bitch,” she called over her shoulder.
Jolene unzipped her hoodie and took it off. The women in the bar gasped when they saw Jolene’s arms. She stomped out to the front door, with Ronnie close behind.
A sizeable crowd gathered out front. Pink Hair was punching in the air with her back turned to Jolene. She turned around with a cocky smile, only to watch it fade when she saw Jolene.
“Go Muscle Girl!” yelled out one of the bar patrons. Many others began to laugh and clap in agreement.
Jolene gave one good flex before she stomped forward. Pink Hair held up her hands feebly as she held a shocked expression.
With one good swing, Jolene led in with her arm tightened and her shoulder locked. She connected firmly with Pink Hair’s nose. Pink Hair dropped like a ton of bricks, bouncing her head off of the sidewalk. She laid there with little movement. One of the bar patrons checked her, getting her some tissues for the bleeding.
Jolene stood there with her arms still up. Ronnie placed a hand on her shoulder. “I think she’s done.”
The crowd began to disperse as they all filed back into the bar. Pink Hair was helped to her feet and led away. Jolene and Ronnie walked off.
Ronnie sighed as she held their coats and purses in her arms. “Feel better?”
Jolene brightened up. “I feel great! Oh, did you see me?”
Ronnie chuckled. “Yep. I was worried you were going to get hurt again. At least you were ready for her this time.”
Jolene put her arm around Ronnie’s waist. “I might try to talk to someone, like you suggested. I might have a few issues to work out.”
Ronnie nodded and smiled. “I’m proud of you.”
The two of them went back to Jolene’s car. Before heading out, Ronnie lunged at her fighter and planted a kiss on her lips. “Now take me home, ” she ordered. “Watching you fight like that got me super excited.”